Free Madeleine Strays: A Wife-Watching Romance by Max Sebastian Page B

enchanted by you.”
    She smiled. “Enough to drag me down to the dance floor,” she said.
    “Really?” he said, urging her up now, no longer able to contain his powerful need for her.
    She stood, obedient, hands placed on the back of the sofa, her beautiful behind presented for him. Hugo slid his full hardness between her cheeks, feeling the softness of her skin against his sensitive shaft, then he brushed the tip of his cock against her searing, slippery pussy lips.
    “I know how you like to dance,” he said as he teased her.
    She moaned, said: “He liked to dance, too. I could feel it.”
    “You could feel him? He’s big?”
    She nodded, biting her lip.
    Hugo thrust forward, entered her. She was dripping wet, he glided straight in, filling her completely, forcing out a blissful cry as his swollen organ touched every part of her inside.
    “He put his hands all over you?”
    She nodded. “I let him.”
    Hugo stroked her back as he fucked her tight pussy, loving the softness of her skin, the shape of her body, the heat of her flesh as she shivered and shook and gasped, this young doe he was reclaiming from another stag.
    He leaned down, over her shoulder, his thrusting slowing as she twisted her head to kiss him, giving him a glimpse of her wild eyes.
    She turned, and he gave her space to face him again, perch up on the back of the sofa, spreading her legs for him to step forward and glide back inside her glistening flower.
    “He touched you here?” he asked her, breathless as he fucked her hard, his fingers brushing over her lips before he kissed her again briefly.
    A slight nod, a wicked smile.
    “And here?” his hands slid down to her breasts, cupping her, fondling her, squeezing her, his thumbs grazing over her stiff, sensitive nipples.
    She nodded again. “Not on the dance floor. On the way home,” she said.
    “In those doorways.”
    “Yes.”
    “And here?” he slipped a hand between her legs, his fingers finding her moisture even as he continued to thrust inside her, then pressing against her clit to spur her on to greater levels of ecstasy,
    “No,” she said. “He didn’t touch me there.”
    “Maybe next time?”
    “Maybe next time.”
    And with that, she shuddered, she almost convulsed as her orgasm hit, her pussy squeezing him, pushing him over the edge with her.
    She was thinking about how another man might feel inside her, and seeing that in her eyes as he neared the end ignited a depth charge inside his chest.
    Hugo let the wave of emotion and sensation consume him, feeling the raw jealousy give in to the feeling that he was taking this beautiful woman back, making her his own again.
    But at the end, just after her climax blossomed, Hugo was pulling out of her, leaning back. A sudden hint of surprise passed through her face, but she allowed him to withdraw, stroking his head against her soaking, burning pussy for a few moments.
    Then his whole body jarred, and with his hardness gripped tightly in both hands, he pumped his hot seed over her pussy, his sticky cream spurting up over her mound, her stomach, splashing over her flushed rosy lips, her beautiful shaven pussy.
    Marking his territory.

Nine
    Madeleine seemed to be walking on air the whole of the next week, and as a result, so was Hugo.
    They slept most of Sunday, feeling almost jet-lagged, they were so off schedule because of a night of rampant sex spurred on from her first date with Will. That evening, she revealed that he’d texted her, confirming a date for the coming Wednesday night, which they’d agreed on since Madeleine had the Thursday off that week.
    Only five days after their first date, it felt too soon to Hugo to be having a second date, though he could tell Madeleine was itching to see her new boyfriend again.
    That night they were too tired to even really talk about her first date. On Monday night, Hugo came home to find Madeleine sitting on the window seat, peering into her cell phone, one hand quietly tucked under