A Fragile Wife: Billionaire Romance (7 page)

“At least our kitty is hot.” Lana finished undressing their mistress, not surprised to find no underwear on the girl. When the dress dropped to the floor, Grace was completely naked, her flat, toned stomach the envy of the one other woman in the room.
It just makes me want to fuck her harder.
No. Not tonight.

Lana had other plans.

She looked at her husband, who watched in mild amusement.
Fuck this harlot.
She said as much with her narrow eyes, burrowing deep into Ken’s wide ones.
I wanna see you fuck her until you nearly come.

Such thoughts had swam in Lana’s head since the last time she drank on her office floor, wondering if her husband was banging the maid behind his wife’s back. It would be easy enough to do in their big home. Chloe had full run, being the only full-time maid they employed. The amount of opportunities Ken had to lure the girl away, lift her skirt, and fuck her were numerous.

Yet Lana didn’t consider herself a
jealous
woman. She couldn’t be, with the kind of marriage she had. Ken fucked other people in front of her. She fucked other people in front of him. Sometimes even in public, although they preferred to keep it private. Everyone knew that Ken and Lana Andrews flirting with them meant they were interested in some group fun.
It’s one of the reasons I married him.
Lana couldn’t be confined to one man for the rest of her life. She needed to flirt, to grab, and to even full-on sexually satisfy and be satisfied by other men from time to time. Women, too. She was hesitant to label herself bisexual since she had no interest in a serious relationship with a woman like she did with men, but it was true. Women like Grace aroused her.

I thought I hit the jackpot with Ken.
A man who wasn’t afraid to try all manner of things? Who was handsome, good in bed, and would occasionally blow another man for Lana’s sole amusement? Shit! Sign her up and put a ring on it!

Her jealousy was only tempered when she was watching, their fantasy over shopping for Grace notwithstanding. Besides, Grace was an exception. Lana actually got off on the idea that her husband was up in these mountains screwing a woman, going through a checklist of things his wife would like.

Chloe was a completely different story.
If
her husband were cheating on her, then he was doing it purely for his own selfishness. He didn’t care about her feelings. He was
bored.
That made Lana jealous.

The only way to placate her irrational emotions right now was to watch her husband take this nobody.

Because Grace
was
a nobody compared to Kenneth Andrews’s wife. The woman he asked to marry him. The woman he remained married to for ten years. The woman he still looked at with adoration… although it was possible he looked at other women like that too.

Stop it, Lana.
She didn’t want to be jealous. She wanted to have some
fun
.

“Bend over the bed and spread your legs.”

Lana didn’t even watch as Grace obeyed, her flat but cute ass shoved in the air as her stiletto heels gave her height over the bed. Lana only had eyes for her husband, who continued to stand nearby as if this whole scenario amused him.

“You’re going to fuck her,” Lana informed him, fingers pulling apart his shirt, his trousers. “I’m going to watch you fuck this nobody’s pussy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Don’t be smart with me.” Lana pulled his half erect cock out of his pants, her hand stroking his length. “I don’t have the patience for it right now.”

Before Ken could test her patience any further, Lana knelt on the floor and practically devoured her husband’s cock.

This wasn’t foreplay. This was preparing him to fulfill her fantasy of the moment. So there was no lovingly languid way of sucking him, tasting his scent, or playing coy with him. It was purely about getting him hard enough to fuck their mistress.

And hey, if his cock was covered in some of her wetness before it sank into another woman, all the better.

Speaking of…
Her husband only deserved the best. And if the best wasn’t Lana in that moment, then the best was at least a wet place to thrust his cock. Lana ran her hand up Grace’s bare thigh, teasing her entrance before shoving two eager fingers inside.
Get wet, damnit.
Grace groaned into her bed covers, hips meeting the thrusts of Lana’s fingers. Once Lana was able to penetrate past the coarse flesh of a woman’s entrance and touch the smooth walls beyond, she pulled her fingers out.

And the moment she felt Ken rigid in her mouth and tasted precum on her tongue, Lana backed off.

“Fuck her,” she growled in her husband’s ear. “Fuck her for
me.
”

Ken wrapped his hand around the back of her head and kissed her, his tongue slamming against hers.
No, dumbass, I said fuck her!
Men!

“Yes, ma’am.” Ken eased away from his wife, his erection lining up with Grace’s spread opening. “Wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

Lana stood nearby, arms crossed before her red turtleneck and gold finch necklace. “Show her no mercy, and I won’t be disappointed. I want to hear that kitty cry.”

Cry Grace did – cried out, her body quickly invaded by another woman’s husband.

God strike me dead, this is too hot to bear.
Yet Lana would stand there stoically, in case either the mistress or the cuckolding husband glanced in her direction. She was dominant in this situation. She could not waver, even though her body flushed in heat and her pussy begged to have a piece of that action.

Because Ken was a
god
right now.

He took their mistress, thrusting into her over and over, smacking her ass to make her moan and beg.
That’s right. Beg for my husband’s cock.
Grace spared one second to look over her shoulder at Ken, her face so full of respect for what he could do to her that Lana couldn’t help but puff up in pride.
Tell the world how good he is. Then remind them all that I am his wife.
Lana covertly brushed her arm against her breast, feeling the jolts of desire pass through her.

The sweat on her husband’s forehead. His rolled up sleeves. His slightly open mouth as he put the full force of his strength into taking this woman they mutually desired. Ken was never as sexy as he was now, when he put his sexual prowess and display to his wife. He could have almost any woman he tried to seduce. They all wanted him, once he got their attention.
But it’s me he married.
Lana pulled her sweater out of her black miniskirt so she could push her hand beneath and stroke a nipple.

“That’s right,” she snarled, leaning down so Grace could hear anything over her cries. Being on the receiving end of Ken’s cock had that effect on women. “That’s my husband fucking you. How does it make you feel knowing you’ve given yourself to a married man? Does it make you feel
good?
Does it make you want to come? Do you want him to come inside you?”

Grace shook her head wildly, black hair flinging this way and that as she rode Ken’s cock. Did that mean yes or no? Who cared? Lana could have cackled.

“Fuck that pussy, baby.” Lana put her hand on Ken’s abdomen, feeling his muscles work as he pounded another woman. “Is it as wet as it looks?”

He grunted in the affirmative.

“I knew it. Keep going. I want to see your cum drip out of her cunt.” This time she did laugh, taking her turn to spank Grace’s ass. “Because he ain’t the first one to do that this month, is he, slut? How many men have you fucked this month?”

Her crazed voice roused Grace from her stupor. Her eyes were still glazed over, but a word managed to sound in the air. “Five!”

“Five? Five men? Goodness, you really are a slut. How many of them came inside you?”

She moaned heavily, her breasts shaking from the impact of Ken’s thrusts as she rode out a sudden, quick orgasm. “None of them!” she cried. “I only do that with you!”

“Good answer.” That was another perk to being a patron. Condomless sex.
Fill this woman’s cunt up with cum, Husband.
“Because my husband is the only man who should get those honors.”

Lana was content to watch this play out. The more she thought about her husband claiming this woman, the more she liked the idea.
My virile husband.
How many women could say they had a man as adventurous as hers? Lana was able to forget her jealousy long enough to kiss Ken’s cheek and lightly tongue his ear.

She didn’t know what she did. Maybe it was the tongue thing. Maybe it was giving him too much attention. Before she knew it, however, Ken pulled out of Grace and turned on his wife.

“Mmf!” Lana went down on the bed, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her silk underwear tearing toward the floor. Her legs opened on their own accord. The room grew dark as her eyes slammed shut. Her hand smacked against Grace, only a few inches away.

“Shut up.” That harsh, domineering command flicked a switch in Lana’s brain. She came in here, intent on taking over the room and directing all sexual activity. And now her husband was tossing that plan upside down. “She’s not the only loose woman around here.”

Oh no, he’s speaking my language.
Literally. Figuratively.

“Tell me, Lana.” Whatever fueled Ken was now fueling Lana, who bent in sexual submission before her master. “Tell me you want it.”

She whimpered, suddenly aware of how she looked in front of the mistress.
There goes my Domme credibility tonight.
“I want it, sir.”

Ken flipped her over, forcing her nose against Grace’s wet thigh. The heavy scent of a woman’s arousal smacked Lana in the face.
Oh my God.
So heady. So
heady.
The feminine aroma made her even more submissive – although her husband spreading her legs open and stretching her pussy with the head of his cock helped. “Eat her. We’re taking you, Lana.”

Grace laughed in the background. It had to be the background. Because she was so, so far away.

Whenever this happened – whenever Lana entered her submissive headspace, even if she was whiplashing from the Domme one – she felt no desire to do anything. Except obey.

So when her husband, the man who possessed her as his for all eternity, told her to pleasure another woman, she did it without hesitation.

Yet she knew this was not necessarily for Ken’s amusement, although he undoubtedly got off on it. This was about her, even still.

This was about putting her in her place. God knew she needed it.

“Does it taste good?” Ken asked, his cock ready to take his wife as she whimpered against a woman’s wet slit. “Can you taste me in her?”

Yes, she could. It was mostly Grace’s scent and taste, but Ken had definitely been here recently. After twelve years together, Lana knew his presence.

It made her want to worship the mistress, a woman lucky enough to be bestowed with Ken Andrews’s cock. In another few seconds, Lana would be as worthy as well.

“Don’t underestimate me, Wife.” Ken pushed himself in, the friction from Lana’s unusually tight entrance making them both wince. “You may get to have your fun sometimes, but this still belongs to me.”

The way he said it filled Lana with the kind of twisted elation that would scare off most women. This man wanted to own her.
Possess
her. Lord over her with the fact he had a cock and she was in love with him. In that moment, she didn’t care who he banged on the side. She forgot her petty jealousies that may not have meant anything at all… because Ken had given up the chance to claim the mistress to instead take his wife.

I love him so much.

Even when it hurt. Even when he was so rough with her that she cried out in a mixture of pain and need.
Even
when he shoved her face down into another woman’s wetness, forcing her to breathe that scent deeply into her nose as she licked Grace’s slit up and down. The mistress laughed. Laughed at
her
and how quickly she had been put into her place.

Go on. Laugh at me. I’m the one he’s fucking.

No, she was the slut now. She was higher in status than Grace, but she was lower in her husband’s eyes right now. Did she love it!

“Don’t fight my cock,” Ken barked, his cock already swelling inside his wife.
Don’t come yet, baby. Give me another minute of this!
“Don’t you want it, Lana? Don’t you want me fucking you like you deserve?”

“I’m not fighting!” She sounded so pathetic, muffled by another woman’s body. “Please, sir, I’m not!”

“Then take my cock like the obedient wife you are.”

She sobbed, and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because her husband took her to that place in front of another woman? If it were going to happen in front of anyone, it would be Grace, their tight-lipped mistress who couldn’t judge them even if she wanted.
Besides, she’s seen me peg him and call him a sissy.
Nothing was sacred in front of the mistress, not even words like that.