David was furious, ‘why was Lucien coming to stay with us, why!!’
Well, there had been history. History associated with the French Canadian Officer’s attachment to my husband’s unit. An association in Salisbury when Lucien had regularly come to our home and took me to bed. Three years ago, when we were still in the forces I couldn’t say no to Lucien and David knew it. When Lucien beckoned, I went to him. It was chemistry and there was nothing that my husband could do about it.
‘Please don’t go with him, please!’ David pleaded.
I looked at him. It was pointless wasn’t it, trying to resist. Some things in our lives are meant to be. Some things in the brain are dominated by instinct. Lucien outranked David in military terms and as a man too. So I went to Lucien and yes, he fucked me, It was discreetly managed, Lucien coming ‘to dinner’ and staying the night. Lucien fucking me, whispering his sweet French seductions in my ear. David had ‘slept’ next door, tossing and turning in a bed, listening to us couple. My husband had grown first moody and then belligerent. Lucien had had to hit him. Just the once, very hard indeed. Then David had co operated and we had settled into a regular hierarchy where David called Lucien ‘sir’ in the house as well as on the camp.
‘Lucien expects the usual arrangements, you’re to email him and tell him you’re grateful that he is coming to spend the summer with us’ I said simply.
My husband looked crestfallen, absolutely beaten.
I waited. Did we have to have our conversation all over again. The leaving conversation, the conversation about his peccadillos at work. I knew that David was defrauding his company. I knew that he hated the bosses at work and had tried to get back at them. No, David would accommodate me, he would respect my needs. From the moment I met Lucien I had wanted him. No, I had needed him in that aching, down in the pit of your sex way that only honest women know. Lucien had fucked me after that ladies night dinner, David had glimpsed it and we had gone from there.
I watched David open up the draft email and start to type in front of me. It was the requirement necessary if the summer was to be without fuss. There were some preliminary pleasantries, a report about where David worked now and then he wrote it. ‘Jenny still adores you. I’d be grateful if you continued all that you gave her when we knew you in Salisbury. There won’t be any trouble.’ I kissed David’s head, rubbing his ears as he typed. He was meant to elaborate. ‘ To be frank she never seemed happier, more feminine, more assured than when you took her in bed. I know something when it is truly beautiful’ he wrote.
‘Kiss me’ I whispered. I wanted my husband to kiss me in the old way too. I slid up the hem of my pleated mini skirt and showed him the sex that Lucien had remodelled. I was still stretched down there, still petulant and taunting. I slipped my fingers below and teased open my sex lips so that the peachy moist interior showed to him. With Lucien, there had always been creamy white spunk oozing out. I waited for David and of course he came to my cunt. A kiss became a lick. A lick became an open mouthed supplicant eating of my sex. He buried his face against me and I pushed back hard, forcing his nose against my clitty so that I could enjoy using him.
‘Fuck….I miss him’ I gasped, holding David’s head, my nails dug into his scalp. I ground against my husband’s face.
‘I know you do’ he said. He was crying too. He was crying and licking at the same time. The defeat in his head was the defeat of his soul as well. David was second best, he would always be second best.
‘Lucien’s got a new job in our area…he is going to live with us if you behave’ I breathed.
it should have caused an eruption in my husband. He should have rebelled, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself ever again to believe that I was other than Lucien’s at beck and call. The earlier pleading, well that was all that could be managed.
‘Yes M’am’ he answered.
M’am, that was how he addressed me back then, it was what Lucien had required. David wasn’t to suppose that he was my equal. Lucien had told him, I was a Major’s bitch now and he was but a captain. He was to treat me as his superior, a lady, a sexual bitch that he knelt in thrall before and a woman who had power because so many admired her when they saw her with Lucien. So much style, so much attitude, so much presence.
‘I thought we’d go shopping’ I moaned softly watching David lick me, ‘for some nice things for me to wear for Lucien. Would you like that?’ I stroked David’s hair. The old compulsion, the old submission, it was a capitulation that rolled over and over. Some place back in David’s childhood women had dominated him. Some place long ago he learned that women were better than men, at least, his sort of man. ‘I want stockings and a new suspender belt. I want that Rolex that we always admire in the jewellers window’ I whispered. David licked like a dog. He licked like a dirty dog that smelled a woman on heat and sidled up to her as she seated herself in a pavement cafe. ‘You will buy the things for me, take some pictures of me wearing them, and then email them to Lucien’ I instructed softly.
David is such a dirty little supplicant. He is such a weak male. I told him to slip up onto the bed and to lie face up so I could straddled his face. Of course he did it. He did it remembering Lucien and the way his stiff stalk filled me. He did it remembering how Lucien made me groan. When a woman cleaves to a man that she worships, there is an animal lust about that. She devours his cock, gripping and holding it so that she gets all the semen that he has to give. The image, the image terrified David. He had never seen me like that!
I held my sex just above David’s mouth. His spittle, my arousal elixir dripped from my swollen sex lips and down onto his face.
‘You know where this is heading….if you submit like the weak little fagot that you are’ I taunted.
‘Yes M’am’ he murmured. He was terrified and yet now he needed to lick again. He needed to bury his mouth against my sex to hate himself that way. That was what he did, loathing the very weakness that posed little resistance when I said that Lucien was coming to stay.
‘You’ll beg me to come off the pill, in front of Lucien, you will do that’.
I brushed his nose, the insouciant caress of my labia.
‘You’ll beg me to have babies with Lucien’ I whispered again, waiting for him to plead. He could smell me. He could almost taste me. This was the most terrible thing. It had almost broken us in Salisbury. It was so vile an so needful, so absolute and the right outcome of the intensity that Lucien and I shared. I craved his babies, I wanted his children. If that crippled David, then so be it, I would have Lucien’s baby suckling at my breast.
‘Yes M’am’ he whispered a last, swallowing what was already in his mouth with a gulp. David looked wrecked.
‘No more pills, no more pretending what you’re not’ I checked and stroked his hair.
It was like a lance in his side and now I twisted the blade.
The words had to be wrenched out of his throat. They had to be dragged out of deep within his soul clinging to them and screaming as they came. I watched him grimace. He really did need to lick me then. He really did need my barbs, those that came with the righteous, the instinctive sort of sex.
‘You’re my mistress’ he conceded.
I smiled. The sweet bliss of those words, the prospect ahead. A tingle ran through me, through my sex and up my spine so that I thought my head might explode.
‘Good’ I said, ‘you may lick then.’
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