THE MISTRESS' CALL (2)
STELLA'S POV
"Your wife?" Stella laughed audibly. "Let's finish up with this first."
Just then, Jack slowly shut his eyes as his dick kept pushing in and out of her wet pussy.
"You are so big and thick in my tight pussy," she moaned.
"I'd love to go from the back," Jack requested as he turned her over.
Stella stood up and changed her position, bending in a sexier manner. With a slight push, he slowly slid back into her, starting with the tip of his dick until he was able to slide in the rest.
"You are so tight," Jack said, enjoying his moments. "It seems you have not had sex in a long time."
"Don't even get me started with that discussion. My sexual desires haven't been really satisfying in the long run, so you are free to use me as you want. Fred is just a waste of body count," she replied.
"You sure? As I wish?" Jack asked repeatedly.
"As you wish, please," she responded.
He started again at a slow pace, rubbing her back and butt with oil, spanking her ass, and enjoying the beautiful view from the back.
"Who would not love to fuck such clear and clean skin, fresh pussy, and plump breasts," he said, leaning toward her back and touching her breasts. "You moan so good as well. What a fantastic way to end my day," Jack added.
He was buried firmly into her pussy, thrusting continuously and uncontrollably. Eventually, he quickened his pace a bit faster, which hastened another orgasm as she was already shivering due to the sweetness.
Jack, who was also almost close to orgasm, reduced the pace at which he was going.
"I can't cum now; she is too sweet. I could use ten more minutes."
He turned her to face him in the missionary position while her back relaxed on the bed.
"Look into my eyes and moan loudly for me," Jack asked her again.
She bit her lower lip and started touching her clit while he stroked in and out until he came.
Stella and Jack lay tangled together in a mess of sheets and limbs. Their bodies gummed to each other with their sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they smiled at each other, due to the aftermath of their passion and how they enjoyed their sexcapades.
Stella's heart was filled with joy and excitement as it had been a long time since she reached orgasm. Laying securely into his body, caressing and tracing circles and love symbols on Jack's chest, her fingers gave him goosebumps and chills.
Stella couldn't help but marvel at the connection between them, the romance, and every other aspect accompanied by this unholy relationship—the way he made her feel alive in a way Fred could never.
Jack's fingers were also on Stella's juicy cunt as he couldn't get enough of it, which left chills down her spine and made her shiver more with pleasure. He closely leaned in, his lips brushing her ears, and asked:
"What are your thoughts about what I asked earlier? Will you be my wife?"
Stella's eyes widened, breath caught in her throat as she lifted her eyes to face him.
"What? Your wife?"
"Yes, my third wife, Stella," he said with so much confidence.
"Your third wife?" she repeated, her mind reeling in disbelief. "How can I be your third wife? What about Elizabeth? What about your marriage?"
"I know it's a hard choice to make, Stella, but I can't deny the fact that I love you. I want to be with you. You are everything I ever wanted and more. So you have to give me the chance to marry you, love, and adore you as a woman should."
Jack's expression softened, his gaze locking with hers in silent plea. Stella felt a surge of emotion fill her as she looked into Jack's eyes. She never imagined such a question would pop out anytime, not even so soon. To be his wife? Although a part of her wanted this, how would she face her best friend, Elizabeth, if she found out she had been having an affair with her husband?
"No, Jack, I can't. But at least I know you love me, and secondly, I have to rethink all this. I won't jump into this yet because I don't have the energy and nerve to face my best friend as her co-wife," Stella answered, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden and unexpected proposal.
"No, come on, my dear. I will make sure to protect you, and I know she won't harm you either. Even if we don't do it now, one way or another she might find out in the future about our affair. So it's better we make it public before she gets to know," Jack insisted.
"I can't for now. I am not mentally prepared to do that," Stella said.
Jack reached out and took Stella's hand into his, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
"Stella, I love you. I don't need an answer immediately. You can think about it and give me a reply once you are ready. I hope it is a positive answer, though. I know it's complicated, but she will adapt in a few months, I think. I can't imagine my life without you in it. Who would satisfy me the way you do, baby? Or make me the happiest man on earth like you do? No one, I bet. Consider my feelings as well, not just hers."
Stella's heart was filled with emotion as she looked into Jack's eyes. The passion, zeal, and sincerity spoke something different about him at the moment. Despite the consequences and risks, she felt drawn to him even more, but she must not rush into this without much consideration.
"I need some time to think about it, Jack," Stella said finally. "This is a big decision. I can't rush it."
She laid back down on his body, placing her head and hands on his chest. They lay together in quietness, reminiscing about the whole conversation that had transpired between them.
Stella couldn't help but wonder how this man planned to marry her so soon, knowing fully well that she was his wife's best friend. Would she take the plunge and become his wife, not minding the criticism or what might occur in the future? Would he not leave her too for another wife? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain: Stella knew that she couldn't make a decision rashly for her own sake yet.