[ Chapter 16 ]
Now we're officially adultery couple and since I've dominated her, Madeline seemed to have decided that I was hers. Or perhaps more accurately, that she was mine.
Madeline took every little excuse she could find to touch me, whether on the arm in a flirtatious way, or on the crotch in a more I-want-you slutty way, or to kiss me.
She managed to rub her ass or her generous tits against me on an impressive amount of times.
It made me realise something, so far she had been the initiator for every single sex-tryst we had. That wasn't odd though, seeing how she was the demoness seducer and I was the happily married man.
Our make outs weren't always about dominance though, I know she wasn't all time submissive, and as a gentleman I always was my sexual satisfaction is comes from my woman's sexual satisfaction. My satisfaction is comes from how great the pleasure I give to my woman.
I'm not a selfish and self-centered man who enjoyed abusing woman, what I enjoyed from our dominance sex is the pleasure I could give to Madeline.
Our sex were sometimes gentle and sometimes I let her take the lead, but most of time it all were hell rough fuckings, we fucked like a mad rabbit in heat.
I couldn't lie that things were getting better when she was on submissive mode. When She happily slid into a submissive role, I started to assert dominance and the sex got so much wilder, better.
With Angela it had never been fucking, I made love to her, gently and I always touch her with love. Even my heart aches when she got a scratch on her skin when we're having intercourse.
But with Madeline it has always been a fucking damn great fuckings. Sex with her were always wild, wanton and relentless.
I dearly love Angela but sex with Madeline is what I craved most.
With Madeline, aside from pure sexual satisfaction when were having sex, as a man I had never been this prideful before.
Sure with my godly looks and bottomless wealth I could get any woman I wanted and they would sway under my feet. Yet Angela was the only woman who tamed me and I crave no woman but her.
But right now I couldn't lie to myself that my craving for Madeline is no less than mine for my wife. Both of them and my mother are the most beautiful woman in my eyes.
Though Angela is more beautiful than her mother, Madeline was the only woman who could make me insane. Madeline was a lot more sexy and seductive, and most importantly she was a mile better at sex than Angela.
I know my mother in law well since she was taking care of me and loving me like her own son since I was child.
In high society Madeline Qin was famously known for her cold and indifferent personality, she was epitome of true noble born, classy and graceful woman.
Definitely a hottest babe any man could only look up to, and as a youngest daughter of one of most influential man in the nation's political structure, her parents doted on her and everyone treated her like a princess since she was a child.
Having such a finest woman in my embrace, I couldn't be more prideful at myself.
I was quietly thinking things as I watched Madeline cleaning the table after our breakfast.
The things is, I have a dozen of maids and servants to take care of this house but as me and my wife are very private person, I only let them work in daytime so morning and night is completely our private time.
And since Madeline moved in with us, she has always been taking care of our meals with Angela.
Madeline herself isn't a full-time mother, since she had a passion in fashion, she and her best friend co-founded one of most luxurious boutique store in Huaxia, she herself was one of most renowned women fashion designer.
I myself right now was already dressed in my Versace black suit, looking dapper and alluring as ever as I was about to get to work, just spending more time for my morning coffee and enjoy some more time with this irresistibly seductive mature woman.
Madeline knew my eyes were smoldering on her as I sat and nursed the last of my coffee, so she made sure to wiggle that hot ass of hers with every little step.
"Oops." She giggled as she dropped a knife, right by my chair.
With heavily accented movements, Madeline bent over to pick it up, her skirt riding up her shapely thighs, up past her stocking-tops to give me tantalising glimpses of her red panties.
A groan reverberate in my chest as I cursed inwardly, my eyes were smoldering as I gawked at her inviting sight.
Without any point making a conscious decision, I suddenly found my hand sliding up under her skirt, feeling the soft skin of her round ass.
Feeling me groping her, she stayed in 'compromising position' allowing free roam across her glorious buttocks.
When my other hand joined in feeling her up, she bowed down a little further and grabbed hold of her ankles, trying to sturdy herself and giving me the best possible access to her sexy behind.
"I thought you were late for work?" She grinned, giving me a flirtatious look up over her shoulder. As she said that, I slid a couple of fingers in under her panties and felt her moistening slit.
"Damn yeah." I breathed, it was indeed already late but for the God sake I had never been like this before, I was all women dreamed in man, a perfect and suave gentleman with a great of self-control. But right now I was nothing but a beast in heat, she had awoken my raw carnal side.
It feels like I have just become a sex maniac, I've always lost my mind and have no resistance to every of her irresistible temptations. She drives me insane and I slowly yet pleasurably lose my sanity by any passing my time with her.
"You're completely at blame for this." I hissed as she took a sharp intake of breath at my probing fingers.
"Mmm... yesss..." she sighed when I found her clit stroked it, "Ahh... more..."
I stayed focused on her clit, rubbing and pinching it, eliciting gasps of desire.
Finally, she let go of her ankles and put her hands on the floor, just to steady herself. Keeping one hand on her already wet bottom lips, keeping the fire there burning, I put the other on her lower back and gently pushed her down.
Madeline got the message and obeyed my silent instruction, going down on knees and elbows, holding her ass high for our shared enjoyment.
Moaning quietly, she moved with me, trying to increase the pressure on her pleasure-spots.
I was in a bad angle though, so I went down to the floor next to her, one hand rubbing her clit while the other went exploring the gorgeous mounds under her blouse.
In beneath her bra, I found her nipple and from just a gentle caress, it eagerly hardened.
Clit and nipple well in hand, I found a good rhythm, pinching and stroking both, keeping them stimulated while she almost shook with desire, trying to rub against my fingers without breaking the rhythm.
Despite an ache from unfamiliar movements and unpleasant angles spreading in my wrist and hand, I found that I really, really enjoyed this.
Sure, it wasn't fucking, but giving her pleasure like this, being in control over her and turning her on like this was definitely something.
With a wicked smirk, I slowed down my right hand in her womanhood, spreading my fingers so as to gain less contact and friction with her needy little rosebud.
Madeline reacted instantly, trying to hump my hand, but to no avail.
"Please." She whined, rotating her hips, seeking the pleasure of my hand.
"Please what?" I asked and stroked two fingers quickly across her clit, then left it alone, making her take a quick breath before sighing in desire and frustration.
"Please more." She breathed, moving around, trying to catch my fingers against her clit.
[ End of chapter ]