❛𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍...❜ | 𝟏𝟖+

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿 | 𝗸𝘂𝗿𝘄𝗮

Pump, pump, pump...the same rhythmic flow of the slowly beating pulse erodes passingly through the minds eye, travelling slowly, pacingly, unhurriedly as it circulates through and through its sacred home, a mass of disturbing corruptness to any ear drum of passer-by, a shattering wholesomeness occurring in the sensitivity of their hearing...

The effortlessly booming music blares through our snow white Audi's walls, the leather vibrating in tune with the radio's blasted beat. "Tesoro, tesoro, per favore - abbassa la musica, prima che mi venga il mal di testa..." a grumpy, tireless smirk attiring her face, being worn like a snug glove in the dead of winter to accompany a palm chilled to the bone, my wife reaches for the radio knob, edging the painful pandemonium's down several notches with a twist of her nimble fingers, before slumping deep into the endless abyss of her seat, tight rounded kneecaps teasing the bottom of the dashboard as a side effect of her bum dipping down lowly in grave coy, with her little arms crossed over her broad chest, the act similar to one a frustrated young child would carry out in the midst of a tantrum. I roll my eyes northwards, a clicking of my tongue creating a dazzling grin, "Don't pout, sit up straight." at the mere click of my dictatory tongue, my obedient little principessa straightens her spine to press against the length of the white interior seat, placing a delicate grin on her lips added to with a nose scrunch, the child-like trait my wife owns with a sense of admiration. Her constant glorifying need to submit to my every command sends a shiver down my sternum, spreading to my more prominent areas in a wave of deliciousness across my earthly grace... "Good girl, baby..."  I whisper lustily into her ear, a visible chill spiralling along the length of her body in a circular motion, ending at her chest as she pumps it outwardly in a revealing way to show off her plump breasts...the deviant, coercive way my wife teases me with the simple arch of her back, allowing her ample curves so shine in the sunlight's horizon, zoomed through the translucency our car windows own like a kiss to her pale, sallow flesh...

"Luci! Eyes on the road!" sensuality overtaking my body, I carefully turn my attention to my wife's top, the cleavage controlled by two lace strings tied in a pretty, albino bow, the tightened state currently holding together the unveiled flesh contributing to her soft and pliant breasts, a sensory field of pleasurable delight, my pupils taking utmost advantage...my fingers inch closer and closer to the tassels silently calling my name from afar, urging my fingers to unravel their long and lacy extremities, revealing what's inside in a moment of unwinding sexuality...until the soul-crushing sound of an agitated driver pressing the heel of their palm against their drivers wheel with full force, creating a powerful, obliterating noise in annoyance zooming through the roads of Devon to fill its atmosphere. Grinning slyly, I press my hefty foot down on the gas pedal, leaving my wife shocked and bewildered at how close she was to having her breasts exposed to our town's drivers, a sight well worthy of a possible car crash, caused by an on-looker stealing a glimpse of a young woman moments away from being a victim of her wife's urges...and how close I was to earning my morning delight...

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I gently bring the car to a halt once situated in our personalised parking space for staff members, unclicking my wife's seatbelt as she sits perfectly still, a compliant grin on her face normally worn in moments of caretaking. Relaxing into my seat, I arch my back into the interior, dragging my hand down the side of my face, fingertips brushing along the sharp distinguishing of my jawline as I mentally prepare myself for a long and tiresome day involving young intellectual minds, in need of education from an experienced mind. My wife is familiar with my pre-work ritual as I continuously repeat it time and time again, finding the prospect of being stuck in a room with two dozen young adults to be prepared for the outer world, and usually finds a way to calm my frazzled mind with a dashing simper, a hand on the shoulder, or a mere cluster of words escaping from her kind mouth, flowing like the calm ripples of a river dusting its bed with lusciously warm tingles of aqua. "Issokay, Luci...I'll come see you during our lunch break if you want?" a small specimen of a grin is twinkled onto my lips, the right corner of my pursed lips tilting upward in satisfaction. I break myself out of my complex and stiff state to edge my body over toward her side of the vehicle, holding her little chin in my hand to hold it still for the comeuppance of my lips pressing a delighted smooch to her apple-like cheek, leaving a mark of my lipstick on the prominent, bulb-shaped surface of her face. A cringed smirk erodes across her face after my affectionate prompt. "How did I get so lucky with a wife like you?" the same fixed, stuck smile her face holds at my sweetened words takes pride of place on her cute expression, a schoolgirl giggle coming immediately after, followed by yet another scrunch of her nose.