Showing Off My Trophy Husband Ch. 01

Hi there. This is short erotic scene between a husband and wife femdom duo. Enjoy.

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If Stacey St. James looked at my husband's ass one more time, I was going to deck her in the eye.

The St. James' have lived next to us since we moved into town. I worked with Richard St. James at the law firm and that was the only reason I agreed to suffer through these customary dinners every few weeks. Usually, the couple was merely irritating, but when Stacey ogled Apollo's ass while he put the dishes in the dishwasher...now that was just provoking.

"The cobbler was fantastic, Pol," Stacey said when he came back, batting her fake spiderlike lashes at him. She pushed her bottle-blonde hair over her shoulder. "You'll have to share your recipe with me."

"Sure," Pol replied, because he's an innocent angel who didn't seem to realize that Stacey couldn't care less about his admittedly fantastic cobbler.

But of course, Apollo glanced at me before he answered her. As adorable as he was, he knew I would punish him did he not seek permission first before giving away something that was his. He was mine, and invariably everything he owned was mine, too.

He only said yes after I nodded.

He's been so good today, I thought. Perhaps I might finally let him come. How long has it been? Two weeks?

I knew it had been a long time because he'd started to get twitchy, eyes following my every move in anticipation. He had mentioned nothing, but I could tell from the slight quiver in his body whenever I got close that he was aching for release.

Soon, my love. Soon.

"Thanks, Pol," Stacey said in that irritating voice of hers, fluttering her eyelashes once more.

I raised my eyebrow at Richard to see how he reacted to his wife's blatant flirting. He wasn't looking at her. Instead, he was sneering at my husband. "That's a nice apron you got there, Pol?"

His tone was sarcastic, but Apollo ignored it, answering sincerely with a proud grin. "Thanks. My wife got it for me."

He beamed at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. He always called me that. My wife. As though he couldn't believe his luck, even though we both knew I was the lucky one to have found him.

I could almost hear Stacey grit her teeth with jealousy. All the women in the neighborhood had made fun of me when we first moved here. A house husband, they scoffed when I joined their stupid book club meetings. So he doesn't have a job? Do you make all the money? I'm guessing you wear the pants in the relationship too right?

I didn't care about their jokes or mocking, especially because, just a few short months later, most of the women in my book club now drooled over him. All it took was them meeting him one time to see exactly what made me fall in love with him in the first place. He had everything their deep-pocketed husbands lacked; kindness, devotion, strength, not to mention his devastatingly good looks.

Apollo never cared about what they said. He was a man who had experienced much in his life, including several tours in Afghanistan. He had nothing to prove to anybody. That quiet confidence was one of the things I loved most about him.

"I guess he has to earn his keep someway around here," Richard St James muttered under his breath, making his wife gasp, "Richard!"

Pol merely smiled at the man. I smiled at Richard too, but for an entirely different reason.

I was going to show him exactly how Pol earned his keep.

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The naughty thought wouldn't let go of me, and I finally decided to put it into action a day later.

On Saturdays, the St Jameses liked to have breakfast on their balcony, which was directly across our balcony. I came up to Apollo while he was cleaning the glass dividers leading onto it, pressing my front against his back and pushing him into the glass.

His body seemed to relax and tense at the same time.

"Amy?" His voice was questioning, hopeful.

"You smell so good," I whispered, watching the goosebumps pop up at the back of his neck. "Did you just get out of the shower?"

"Yes." His throat moved when he swallowed. He had dropped the duster he was using and his hands were now pressed against the glass. "They can see us." His voice was hushed, as if revealing a dirty secret.

"Are they looking?" I asked.

"No."

My hand slipped under his polo shirt, going straight for his puckered nipple. "Then maybe we should make them look."

"Why?" The question came out in a hiss because my fingers circled his nipples once, before pinching them. I rolled them between my forefinger and thumb and his whole body trembled like an earthquake.

My other hand trailed lower, over his lean abdomen, releasing the snap of his jeans. The minute I did, his head turned to the side to watch me over his shoulder. I could see the flush in his cheeks.

"Why?" he asked again.

"Why not?" I kissed the back of his neck and he shivered. "I want them to see exactly how you earn your keep around here."

I slipped into the band of his briefs, searching. His cock was at attention, waiting for me, and he moaned when I wrapped my cool palm around it. It did not surprise me to find it sticky with pre-cum. He was on the edge, probably has been for some time.

"Your safe word Pol," I said. "Now would be a good time to use it if you don't want this."

Already, he was squirming against my hand, trying to move subtly into it. "May I come today?"

I smiled at his back. "That depends. How long has it been?"

"Two-" His words cut off in a gasp when I squeezed his cock. He jerked forward, making fists before he could answer. "Two weeks."

"That long? Boy, you must have been hurting."' I began stroking him, up and down, going at a leisurely pace. "That must have been so hard for you."

"Yes." He was fucking into my hand, rubbing his chest against the glass wantonly. "Yes."

"You must need it so bad." I bit the side of his neck and he jumped.

"Fuck. Yes."

God, it made me so horny to get him like this; a desperate, pleading mess. I almost ordered him to take me to the bedroom and fuck me right, but I had a point to prove.

"Are they still there?"

His head turned obediently. "Yes. They're watching us now."

A thrill went up my spine. "Good. How do they look?"

"Shocked," he said. "Horrified."

"Aroused?"

Pause. "I don't know."

"But how could they not be?" I squeezed him again and his body shook, "When they're looking at you like this with your dick out. Of course they're turned on. Do you know how beautiful your dick is? All stiff, and big and veiny. I love playing with this one especially." I trailed a fingernail over one thick throbbing blood vessel, and he arched. "I want to lick it so bad."

"Oh, God." His ass clenched against my pussy, hips driving forward faster, reaching for the peak. "Oh, God. Please let me come."

"Not yet," I said, taking my hand off him. He cried out at the loss.

I turned his shaking body to the side, catching a glance of our neighbors as I did. The St James's were standing, frozen and watching us. They hadn't moved, even when we did.

I'll give them a great show finale.

I got on my knees, looking at up at my husband as I jerked his jeans down to his thighs. His briefs followed. His cock was incredible, jerking as it stood stark against his belly button. It was an angry purple color, pre-cum dribbling down the side.

I licked my lips.

His eyes were an intense green as he watched me. He followed my every move as I leaned forward slowly to engulf him in my mouth.

The sound he made...I wasn't sure there was a way to describe it.

His palm slapped the glass so hard I thought it would shatter. His eyes squeezed shut, mouth gaped open. A steady stream of moans left his lips as I continued to suck him.

Then, for the finale, I put both hands on his tight ass and squeezed.

"You have such a fantastic ass, Pol." I let go his dick pop out of my mouth as my index finger slipped in between his ass cheeks, searching for that puckered hole. The second I found it, his eyes shot open.

"Don't!" he said frantically. "If you do, I won't be able to stop myself. I'll-"

"Your safe word Pol."

His lips pressed together. He wouldn't give it to me. I knew he wouldn't.

I licked the tip of his cock and pushed my finger into his asshole, lubricated by his pre-cum. It was a tight fit, but I searched around for that little bundle of nerves. And then I pressed against it and sucked him back into my mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuh." His eyes rolled back in his head and he lost it.

He was fucking my face in earnest now, helplessly, every sense of decorum lost. My sweet, gentle Pol was gone, replaced by this wild animal who used my mouth hard, going deeper than he should. My head bobbed to the rhythm and my jaw hurt with the effort it took to accommodate him, but I persevered. This was my man, and I was going to take everything he had to give me.

I swallowed, deep throating him. It was the end. He screamed his head off, pulled out of my mouth, and released his load all over my face.

After, he leaned heavily against the glass, gasping in air. My face smelled of his spunk, and the pheromones were seeping into my skin like an aphrodisiac, making me want to slip my dripping hand into my wet pussy and just rub his essence against my clit.

I resisted the urge.

Later, I promised myself.

Later, I'll make him eat me out until his jaw hurt, and then I'll fuck him till we're both raw from it.

But for now, I turned to my neighbors, who looked like they were still stuck in a trance. I waved.