Roleplay | Michael Jackson Fantasy

Unlocking my iPhone, I waited for any messages that I was expecting. Role play. That's all I do & I love it so much. My best friend Bri role plays with me & she is amazing at it. Michael, my husband, walked in the room and I hid my phone as I slid it in my pocket. Noticing his expression, I sat up and went to the bathroom.

"Baby?" He called.

"Yes?" I answered.

"Can I see your phone? Mine is dead. I gotta call Frank."

Nodding in trust, I handed him my phone and prayed Bri didn't text me.

Hearing him type in my password, I walked nervously into the bathroom. After a few minutes of standing behind a closed door, I didn't hear him talking.

Getting scared easily, I closed my eyes and began washing my face.

Then hearing the door open, I looked in the mirror at a very angry person. My husband. He was pissed.

"What the actual fuck is this? This is some very explicit sexual things that you've been writing to this person. Have I missed something?"

I felt my eyes getting wide. Trying to calm him down, I turned slightly and stared at him.

"Why didn't you come to me if you felt vulnerable? I'm your husband. I'm supposed to please you emotionally, physically, sexually and any way you want me to care for you. What's the problem?"

Staring down at the ground, I sighed softly when he raised his voice at me.

"TALK TO ME, NOW." His deep voice roared.

Looking up in slight fear, I began talking.

"I felt like you were too busy and I didn't want to get in your way so I resorted to role play. That's what it's called. I'm very sorry. I won't do it anymore."

He shook his head and looked up.

"And what makes it so bad? The topic is me." He said as he threw my phone on the bed. He walked downstairs and I heard the door slam.

Feeling bad about the situation, I didn't run after him because I feared of making it worse.

~Late Night/Early Morning | 2am ~

I felt pressure on my whole entire body and at first it was uncomfortable, but then it was almost like a warm blanket, covering me. My arms were pulled back and I felt slight pressure around my wrists.

Discovering I was tied up, my eyes fought to stay open when I felt something inside me, invading my walls, taking all of me. Moaning in reaction, my eyes widened to discover Michael on top of me, pumping his full length inside me.

Not being able to talk from the overwhelming pleasure, he sloppily slid his tongue in my mouth and invaded my mouth also.

I instantly arched my back and struggled to touch him. My hands were tied tight. Somehow, this experience seemed familiar. We haven't done this before, but it seems familiar.

Moans filling the air, he began getting faster and I warned him. "I-I-I'm almost there. Don't stop."

He began pumping like an animal and I felt my muscles squeeze tight around his dick. I whined in pleasure and panted heavily.

He untied my wrists and turned me over, pulling my waist up. Without warning, he slid inside me roughly as he held my cheeks. He then placed both hands on my waist and went to work.

"Fuck me hard, baby. Mmmm," I moaned.

"Oh now you want me?" He panted as he began getting breathless.

He pumped with much force and I heard the sound of my ass clap. It sounded so sexy and made me spill my lady juices all over his dick. A few more seconds of his thrusts caused him to shoot his soldiers inside of me intensely.

He clasped onto my back and panted as he rolled over. He pulled me ontop of him.

"The next time you want some action? Let me know because I definitely won't deny you." He said as he kissed me passionately. "Goodnight, baby," he whispered as I smiled.

"Oh and by the way, good scenario that you and Bri came up with." He smirked. Exactly where I remember it from.

A king sure knows how to take care of his peasant. ;)