The Boyz smut collection

Eric : His little housewife

- This story did not seem to have a title given by the original owner so I gave it a Makeshift one

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"Oh Eric, what's up man?" Your husband asked as he was fixing his tie, prepared to go out for the night with a few of his friends. Of course you knew that wasn't the case, Eric knew that wasn't the case either and as much as he wanted to punch the ever living shit out of him, you both had to remain oblivious at the fact.

"Some guys decided it would be nice to pop up while I was fixing a car." Eric mumbled lowly as he chewed on his gum.

"Oh that's crazy. Please come on in. She's in the kitchen making dinner, I'm on my way out though. I don't know why she decided to make dinner when she knew I was going out but I'm going to be late, make sure she patches you up alright? I'll catch you sometime later." As your husband left, Eric watched with a small smile before it disappeared once the door was shut. He glared out of the window as he watched your husband get in his car and drive off. "Ungrateful piece of shit.."

What ticked him off was the fact that he had the nerve to act like this even when he was cheating, no inch of guilt eating away at him inside. It was pathetic.

He shook his head in annoyance and made his way to the kitchen, leaning against the entryway with his arms crossed over his chest. Chopping vegetables while dressed in such a cute outfit, apron tied tight around your body. You looked beautiful.

Hair covering his eyes as he stared, he cleared his throat softly. You turned quickly and graced him with a gentle smile as you looked at him.

"I didn't know you were here, I must of been too caught up. I'm sorry. Did my husband leave?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Without a goodbye, hah not...surprised. What can I help you with Eric?"

"I'm injured, baby." He lifted up the dirty bloody tank top and showed the heavy cuts to his chest and abdomen.

"Oh! I'm so slow, I'm sorry. " You frantically washed your hands off and walked down the hall to the bathroom to grab some items. Meanwhile Eric had pulled his t-shirt off and looked at it with a sigh. "Fuckin' idiots.."

You were quick with bring back the much needed items, gesturing Eric to lean against the island for support. He watched as you proceeded to clean and cover his cuts. It didn't hurt, nothing really hurt him anymore but being able to feel your gentle fingers on his body, being able to watch you patch him up with such concern made him wish that you were his pretty little wife.

There was a lack of eye contact though, the lack of conversation didn't sit right with him. "What's this song..? I'm feeling it." He tilted his head as you perked your head up.

"Mm, let me see. Hold this real quick." You grabbed his hand to press it against the bandage on his chest.

"It's Sex Paranoia by Goldie Boutilier." Walking back over to him, you continued with patching him up. "No this..this is vibey. I fuck with it." Hearing that precious laugh made him smile immediately.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He nodded his head, watching you mouth the lyrics. "You listen to this kind of music when you're cooking? Do you dance too?"

"Yeah sometimes, I move a little." You responded shyly.

"Show me."

"If stay you for dinner."

Eric clicked his tongue. "I was gonna anyway."

After you patched him up, you gave him another t-shirt to which he thanked you politely. He wanted to help you finish preparing dinner but using a stern tone in letting him know that you wanted him to just sit and relax. He listened and silently watched you. The music that was playing was definitely making you feel a type of way, especially when Eric was watching. Something inside told you that it should be wrong that you were enjoying the attention of another man but then again you didn't really care.

The way you move your hips subtly, felt comfortable in your space within the kitchen had Eric locked in desire. This side of you was sexy, this right here was perfect.

The interruption of you phone ringing pulled you out of your trance and Eric stood up to hand you your phone. As you answered it, you could hear hushed whispers and heavy breaths. "I'm not coming home tonight. Me and the boys, hah...we're..fuck." The call ended and you looked at Eric.

"Oh wow, that was low..." You mumbled as you set your phone down. You avoided looking at Eric just to gather yourself.

Eric softly grabbed your chin. "Look at me..you don't have continue to put up with his shit you know that right?" His thumb caressed your skin.

"I know, I'm just..." you paused.

"You're just what? Scared?" He raised an eyebrow and you slowly nodded.

"You don't have to be scared, I'll protect you no matter what. You know this, right baby?" Those words struck something heavy within you. "Is it bad that I want to make him miserable..?"

"Nah, I think he deserves it. Revenge? That's always fun right?" He chuckled when he saw your eyes glimmer with something along the lines of excitement. "You like that idea?"

"I do. I do so much." Eric licked his lips, smirking.

"I bet it piss him off, he'd get jealous that you're cooking for me, giving me your attention, seeing you happy when I'm around." You nodded your head at his words. You wanted to make your husband suffer.

"Want to be my pretty little housewife?"

"Ah..Please..?"

He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, hands slowly sliding down to squeeze your hips. Gripping the material of your little dress until it was bunched up in his fists.  Eric had you pinned on the counter after kissing you, after utterly defiling you with just his fingers and holding you against him as you trembled, denying you of cumming. Fucking every thought out of your mind.

Your dress pushed up and panties pooled at your ankles. Thick cock filling you up and stretching you wide with a delicious pleasure, rough hands teasing your soft skin and scratching your hips, tugging into greedy grasps.

'Oh Eric..Eric..mm please.." You moaned, lips parted as every push back in left you gasping for air. Drool dripping down your bottom lip and chin, his fingers sunk into your mouth and your saliva smeared on his palm.

"Feels good baby?

As you sucked on his fingers, you melwed in response. "Jesus...you are fuckin' beautiful. A shame he's not taking care of this cunt, a real fucking shame it is.." He moaned lowly.

"I bet it would piss him off knowing I made such a needy slut out of his own wife..pushing back on my dick so desperately." A thick smack to your ass made your knees buckle.

"M'not his wife..not his..!"

"Fuck you're not? Then who's wife are you, baby?" He wrapped a hot heavy hand around your throat, pulling you back against his chest as he snapped his hips against your ass in loud claps. He pulled you into a kiss, neck craned before pulling away to spit in your mouth and push his fingers immediately pushing back into your mouth. Smearing your saliva on your skin as he looked at you with low dark eyes.

"Fuuck swallow it, there you go. With a tight pussy like this, you belong to someone."

"Yours..! Mmh, yours Eric. I belong to you!"

Eric moaned breathlessly. "That's right..shit that's right. Your my fucking little housewife."