Paul's Trophy Wife

When he felt himself cumming, he forced his cock all the way down her throat, enjoying the feeling of her bucking and squirming and choking as he shot load after load of cum down her throat, finally letting her go once he was finished.

She immediately leaned over the couch and wretched, a giant glob of his cum spilling onto the floor, then she looked up at him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sir!" She whimpered, shaking her head.

"Don't ever waste my fucking cum!" Paul yelled at her, slapping her, and she winced, jumping off the couch and onto her hands and knees, leaning down and licking the giant puddle of cum off the hardwood floors, staring up at him as she sucked and slurped until it was all gone.

"Is that better, sir?" She asked, and Paul smiled, petting her face as she leaned in, nuzzling against him and purring until they both fell fast asleep.

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When Paul woke up it was getting dark out, and he sat up. The lights were on, but Valerie was gone. His clothes were folded and ironed, for whatever reason, sitting in front of him on the table. All the toys were gone, and in their place was a large glass of ice water.

Paul sat up, grabbing the water and chugging, when he heard Valerie walking into the room wearing nothing but a little black apron that could barely hold her tits in, her ass bare, holding a tray of carved up peach slices, bananas and cantaloupe.

"Oh, you're awake!" She gushed, setting the tray down and dropping to her knees, grabbing Paul's pants and slowly dressing him, then handing him his shirt.

"I can dress myself," Paul laughed, and she nodded, blushing.

"Well, yes, of course you can, sir, but I can help!" She smiled, and once he was dressed, she crawled to him, resting her head in his lap.

"Dinner's almost ready," she whispered, grabbing some fruit and feeding it to him, smiling as he ate.

"You can cook?" Paul asked, and she stood up straight, her nostrils flaring, eyes wide with anger, before she caught herself, taking a deep breath and staring down at the floor. "Yes, sir, I'm a great cook," she told him, almost a whisper, and Paul reached forward, petting her face, and she looked up with big, sad eyes.

"I can't wait to try your cooking, then," Paul smiled, and her grin stretched from ear to ear. He leaned back and she climbed on top of the couch, grabbing the tray and laying against him as she fed him piece after piece of fruit, finally setting it aside.

"Don't ruin your appetite!" She giggled, jumping up.

Paul smiled, watching her ass as she bounced off. He heard her in the kitchen, pots and pans clanging, then watched her walking back and forth from the kitchen to the large dining room table, setting one place, opening a bottle of white wine and pouring him a glass, putting down the silverware and a napkin, a glass of ice water, and then finally a large bowl of red looking soup, with a biscuit on a side plate.

"What is it?" Paul asked, walking up to the table.

"Etouffe, it's a Cajun dish," she smiled, dropping to her knees as he took his place at the table.

"You're not going to join me?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"I can eat later," She smiled. "Please, eat, tell me what you think!"

Paul sat down and she stared up at him as he took a bite.

"Oh, wow," he moaned, shaking his head. It was incredible, flavorful and delicious, with rice and chunks of tomatoes, sausage, crawfish. "Wow. Jesus, Valerie, you are a good cook," he laughed.

"I'm glad my Sir likes my cooking," she blushed, looking away, and Paul turned back to his meal.

"You're amazing," he laughed, grabbing the wine and drinking, which was a little sweet and full bodied, but the perfect accompaniment for the dish.

"Would you- would you like me to suck you off while you eat?" Valerie asked, slowly crawling underneath the table, and Paul groaned.

"Yes, yes I think I would," he smiled, pulling out his cock, and enjoying the feeling of her grabbing his dick and sucking on it unseen, slurping and gagging away under the table as he finished his dinner.

"Fuck!" He groaned, leaning back as he finished eating, feeling her deepthroat his cock until it exploded with cum, and he felt her stroking him off as her lips wrapped around the head of his dick, sucking and swallowing every last drop.

"Did you like that, sir?" She asked, and Paul pushed back his chair, looking down at her, naked, her apron torn off as she rubbed and squeezed her tits.

"Yes, that was perfect," he said, standing up.

He walked off to the bathroom to clean up, and when he returned, Valerie was waiting for him on her knees, smiling at him.

"Sir-" she whimpered, biting her lip and turning away.

"Yes?" He asked, and she looked up at him, her eyes watering.

"I'm so sorry about earlier, about today, I won't ever act like that around you again, I promise, sir! I'm yours now, I belong to you," she swore, and Paul smiled.

"What about your husband?" He asked, and she smiled.

"What Roger doesn't know won't hurt him," she giggled, crawling towards him. "Will you, um, will you spend the night with me?"

Paul sighed, realizing his parents would need an excuse if he were to spend the night out, and he'd already made plans to meet up with a couple friends.

"Not tonight, pet, but tomorrow night I will, understand?" He asked, and though looking a little dejected, Valerie smiled and nodded.

"Yes sir!" She bounced.

"I've got to go, but I'll be back tomorrow, at noon, got it? I want you to leave your door unlocked and be ready for me, ok?"

"Yes! Sounds perfect! Thank you sir!" She smiled, and Paul walked up to her, kneeling down and kissing her.

She wrapped her arms around him, shoving her tongue inside his mouth, clinging to him and kissing him voraciously before he pried her off, pushing her down to the floor as she looked up at him with big, doe eyes, watching him walk out the door.