Seductive Bonds: The Lustful Legacy of Sebastian & Josephine Sallow

Story 3

The weeks and months that followed the night Jo and Sebastian confessed their delicious proclivities to one another were a cyclone of sex and desire. Each of them seemed to float through their days at a high and delicate fever pitch – audible, perhaps, to bats or wolves – of effervescent and pure wanting.

Sebastian became intensely focused at the Department of Magical Artifacts to the point that his colleagues commented on the newfound speed of his work that would allow him to leave earlier and earlier most days. Jo, on the other hand, was overhearing whispered comments about her aggression.

She took out her frustration on the job – her annoyance at not being able to spend every waking moment with her husband's cock inside of her. Lately, she approached each assignment and situation with a no-bullshit barbarity that her partner, Emily, found to be rather shocking.

There was some genuine annoyance for them both over the fact that Jo was, in fact, not yet pregnant yet. They understood how her cycles worked. They knew it might take a while. But in spite of the fact that their fantasies ached to be satisfied with the news of a baby, the delay did allow them each the opportunity to wilfully and blissfully wander into more wicked territory, flavoring their love-making with a delicious essence of sin that neither had thought to want to taste before.

Indeed, they had developed a routine they both found satisfying. Their habit was twofold. They weld indulge in the kind of adoring, communal sex of a devoted husband and wife in the refreshing light of dawn, which was pure and restorative. Conversely, they would indulge in a dark, libidinous, and possessive kind of fucking in the shrouded shadows of night left them each invigorated, if not positively exalted after each escapade.

Now, on this day, it could have been said that Sebastian Sallow arrived at work quite satisfied. That very morning, he had exited his dream-scape of sleep by opening his eyes to the soft, porcelain form of his naked wife laying next to him. So he, ever mischebious, brought her out of sleep — just so — by slipping his insatiable, deft fingers between her legs until she moaned and climaxed into consciousness, after which she sat herself proudly atop his cock and rode him with gratitude until he released himself into her body.

Yes, Sebastian's shuddering climax was what really woke him up that morning, though – gentleman that he was – he would have attempted to argue that he truly came alive from the sight of Jo's rolling, soft hips, or the way her golden hair danced across her shoulders as she moved, or the way the sunlight shone through her blue eyes when they shot open during her own gasping breaths of orgasmic bliss.

He did so love to look at her, and he had a knack for noticing and remembering all the details.

But it was also on this day – this very day – that the patrilineal chamber of Sebastian's heart tore open inside of him when the wife of his colleague and dear old friend visited the Department of Magical Artifacts during the afternoon. She had come to view a particular relic of Merlin that she was curious to see, and Sebastian couldn't help but feel a halting and mechanical-like grating of animosity within his soul when dear old Gwilym introduced to the department his wife, Margo.

His six-months-pregnant wife, Margo.

His soft, round, and positively glowing, six-months-pregnant wife Margo.

Margo, who was carrying the evidence of dear old Gwilym's virility and masculine dominance.

Margo, carrying evidence of having been claimed by her husband. Having submitted herself to him.

Dear old fucking Gwilym and his fucking six-months-pregnant wife, fucking...Margo.

Sebastian had never completed his artifacts intake records so hastily as he did that afternoon. Still, it felt to him like it took twice as long to complete, given the amount of mental strain it took to keep his erection at bay. It. Since meeting Margot and becoming hyper-focused on the thought of Jo being six-months pregnant, his arousal seemed to mock him and consistently threaten to become more visible just beneath his trousers. But, due to Sebastian's persistent diligence and lifelong talent for efficiency, he was granted permission to leave even earlier than he had been in the previous weeks.