This story’s dedicated to the real Katherine who will be reading this sopping wet and squirming in her panties.
It’s been a couple of days since you left the hotel. You can’t stop thinking about what was done and what was said. You have been continuously excited since I let Jerome finger fuck you. The wait until our next encounter has been excruciating. You’ve already begun thinking about yourself as my property.
When you got home that night Bruce was waiting for you. You didn’t say a word to him. You walked past him like he didn’t exist, took a nice long bath to smooth your stretched pussy, dressed in a pair of comfortable pajamas, and laid in bed.
You tried to ignore your husband as he stared at you from the bedroom doorway. “Did he fuck you?” He finally asked quietly.
“No Bruce, he did not fuck me, yet.” You replied cruelly.
“But he did something didn’t he? He let that ape Jerome fuck you!” He cried, incriminatingly.