Epilogue
Jade pressed her palms to the window sill and leaned forward; she gasped as her pussy clenched around Harry’s bold fingers, her breath steaming. His living room window was open as they peered down below to the car park and to where Jenson was currently loading a moving van.
Harry had eased her panties to the side and was now happily moving two fingers in and out of her wet, awaiting pussy. Jade’s body tensed as she watched Jenson struggle with a heavy box into the back of the van. Jade looked over her shoulder; her eyes met Harry’s.
“You like that, don’t you, watching your old life pass while I finger-bang you into your new one?” Harry murmured, his voice thick with amusement.
Jade nodded, her eyes turning back to the scene below, her pussy gripping Harry’s fingers tighter. “I like it a lot.” She leaned against the window, her breath coming in short gasps as Harry worked his fingers in and out of her, making her squirm with pleasure.
Harry’s other hand gripped his cock through his open robe.
He curled his fingers inside her; Jade gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the sudden, intense pleasure. Her body reacted instinctively to the sensation.
Jade’s breath came in short gasps as Harry’s fingers moved in and out of her, curling and stroking against her most sensitive spot. As her body trembled with the sensation, Jade managed to look at the window and realised she could see Jenson below and also the reflection of Harry tugging on his rigid toger beside her. She could feel her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling within her at the paradox of her two lovers, one former and one the best ever.
Her hands pressed against the cool glass of the window, her fingers splayed, her knuckles whitening as she pushed against it. She bit her lip, Harry’s fingers working her closer and closer to the edge. Her body trembled, her muscles tensing, her breath fogging up the glass more as she watched Jenson below.
“Harry,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
Her body convulsed, her hands slipping over the moisture on the glass from her helpless panting. Her eyes rolled back, her forehead falling against the window as her orgasm overtook her. She cried out, her body shaking with the force of her release, her pussy clenching around Harry’s fingers.
Harry continued to work his fingers inside her, drawing out her pleasure; he coaxed out her orgasm, her legs trembling.
As he pulled his fingers, they glided with intent over her sensitive clit, sending a recoiling shockwave of pleasure over her body. Jade’s eyes widened as she felt the sudden, intense stimulation, her breath hitching in her throat. “Harry,” she moaned, his name escaping her lips in equal plea and praise, as she bucked away from his touch.
She looked at him, her eyes hazy with lust and satisfaction. Harry withdrew his fingers from her pussy, coated in her juices. He offered them to her, his eyes dark with desire. Jade hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
“Taste yourself, go on,” Harry commanded, his voice low and husky.
Jade’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes darting to his glistening fingers and then back to his face. She licked her lips, her body still trembling, and then leaned forward, her eyes locked onto his. She took his fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them, tasting her own sweetness.
Harry groaned, his cock jumping in his hand as he watched her suck on his fingers.
“Fuck, you look so damn sexy like that,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. Jade moaned around his fingers, her eyes locked onto his, her tongue swirling around them as she sucked and licked, tasting her own sweetness. She could feel her pussy yearning, her body aching for more as she watched him still stroke his cock, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
She dropped to her knees, her eyes locked onto Harry’s. He stood before her, his cock jutting out from his open robe, his hand still gripping it tightly.
She took his hand from his cock and into her own grip, guiding his length towards her eager lips. Her eyes never left his as she took him in, her mouth hot and wet around his shaft. She could feel him throb in her mouth, could feel him pulsing with life. But she was also aware, her senses blurred with arousal, of Harry waving out the window, his eyes scanning the car park below, but she refused to let her curiosity distract her. She focused on the task at hand, on the cock in her mouth, on the way Harry’s breath hitched, on the way his free hand, the one that had done the fingering, gripped her long, vibrant hair tighter as she worked him.
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“I did it, Honey,” Jade said as she came through Harry’s front door.
He looked up at her from his sofa, a small smile playing on his lips. “Did what?”
Jade nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I told them I’m moving on to better things,” she said, her voice filled with a sense of triumph. She bit her lip, her hands going to the hem of her skirt.
Harry raised an eyebrow, his eyes following her movements. “Told who?” he said as he folded his newspaper.
“It’s done, baby. I quit my job today.” Jade said as she tugged and wriggled the pencil skirt up her thighs.
His eyes watching her struggle with the tight skirt in the backdrop to the closed doorway.
“I told them to stick their job up their ass,” Jade boasted.
Harry’s eyes widened as Jade revealed the lacy red panties below her skirt.
“Well, not exactly like that,” she laughed, “but I told them to shove it, that I had better plans for my life.” Jade said while she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her now-exposed panties and peeled them down, stepping out of them as she walked towards Harry with them in hand. She tossed the panties around her finger as she spoke, Harry watching them spin, her eyes never leaving his, her skirt still around her waist and her bare pussy on display.
Jade dropped to her knees in front of Harry, who sat on the sofa; she pressed her damp panties to his nose, letting him inhale her scent, her arousal, and the smell of her new life.
Harry inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment, his cock twitching at the intoxicating scent of her. “Fuck, you smell amazing,” he murmured.
Jade smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she dropped them onto his hardening cock, “Ooooppps,” she teased, before wrapping her panties around his cock, the lacy fabric gripping him tightly and abrasively.
Harry’s breath hitched as she stroked him, his cock throbbing beneath the thin fabric.
He groaned, his hips bucking slightly to meet her strokes. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Jade’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Good, because that’s what trophy wives do.” She purred, her voice low and sultry.
She began to stroke him with her damp panties, her movements slow and teasing. “Once I’m free from my old marriage, I want to be your full-time trophy wife, Harry. I want to spend my days cooking, cleaning, and fucking you.”
“Is that so?” he murmured, his breath in gasps.
Jade nodded, her eyes locked onto his. “Yes, Harry. I want to take care of everything so you can focus on my releases.” She stroked him harder, her grip tightening on the lace, her knuckles brushing against his belly.
Jade’s free hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, her fingers finding her wet pussy, eager to join in the fun. She moaned softly, her breath hitching as she began to rub her clit in time with her strokes on Harry’s dwang.
“That’s it, baby,” Harry encouraged, his voice thick with desire. “Play with that pretty pussy while you do me; I’m only happy to assist your release.”
Jade’s breathing grew ragged, her eyes never leaving Harry’s. She could feel her arousal building as it had the whole way back after her resignation; her body responded to the dual sensation of Harry’s cock in her hand and her own fingers on her swollen clit. Her strokes on Harry’s cock became more erratic, her hand moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps.
She could feel the heat building between her legs, her clit throbbing under her touch, her juices flowing freely. She moaned as she rubbed herself harder, her eyes locked onto Harry’s, full of sexual intent.
“Stroke me harder. Make me cum in your dirty, wet little panties.” Harry said.
Jade moaned in response again, her body shaking with need, her fingers working both his cock and her clit in a frenzy. The lace of her panties, wrapped around Harry’s shaft, was a flurry of the red material racing up and down his shaft.
Suddenly, Harry threw his head back, his body taut. “Fuck, Jade, I’m going to cum,” he growled, his warning barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. He gripped her wrist, holding her hand still as he came, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed into her damp panties.
Jade’s eyes widened, her body trembling as she felt the warm, sticky cum coat her skin. She looked down at the evidence of his release, his cum running down the lace and dripping onto the back of her hand, her breath coming in short gasps, her own orgasm building within her.
She pressed her fingers harder against her clit, the sensation of his cum on her skin pushing her to the edge. Filled with lust and primal need.
“Fuck, Harry,” she moaned. “It’s so hot to wear your seat; it’s so FUUCKING HOT.” She worked her clit harder, her body tensing as her orgasm approached. Harry watched, his cock still twitching in her tight grip.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Rub that pretty pussy for me.”
Jade began to twitch against her own touch as her mind thought about the dripping cum on her hand. The sight of his orgasm, the feel of his warm cum dripping down over her flesh, the scent of it, all combined to create a cocktail of sensations that sent her over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” she cried out, her body convulsing at her orgasm. She threw her head back, her eyes clenched shut, her breath coming ragged. Her fingers continued to work her clit furiously as she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she slumped forward, her chest heaving, her breath coming in short gasps.
Harry looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, you’re so damn sexy when you cum,” he muttered.
Jade opened her eyes, her eyes hazy with satisfaction and love; as they came into focus, her face was right next to her panties and his dripping cum; without another thought, she darted her tongue out and tasted him.
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Harry expertly eats out Jade’s heavily pregnant pussy on his bed.
“Fuck so good, so fucking good.” Jade moaned towards the ceiling.
She felt her legs spread wider but still pressed hard to her swollen belly; her knees trembled as she felt Harry expertly position himself between them. He gripped her thighs firmly, holding them up to her growing pregnant bulge.
Jade let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt Harry’s hot breath on her pussy. She knew what was coming, and her body ached for it.
Harry’s tongue traced a slow path up her lips, his stubble tickling her sensitive skin as he kissed her slit. Jade gave a sharp gasp as he gently sucked her clit.
Harry’s mouth was warm and wet, his breath hot against her sex, sending shivers down her spine.
“Oh god, Harry, you eat my bred cunt, so good,” Jade moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
Harry laughed, and his hot breath against her pussy made her moan again.
Harry’s tongue slipped inside her. He tenderly lapped at her, his tongue tracing and exploring every fold and crevice of her pussy.
Jade’s hands gripped his head, her fingers through his thinning grey hair. Her head fell back, her eyes closed, and she lost herself in the sensation of Harry’s mouth on her.
She could feel every stroke of his tongue, every scrape of his stubble, every inhale of his breath. It was intoxicating, and she never wanted it to end.
But Harry was determined to make her cum fast and hard. His tongue flicked against her clit, his lips sucked and nibbled, his fingers dug into her thighs as he held her in place.
“Eat my bred cunt, just like that,” Jade encouraged.
Harry obliged, his tongue swirling around her clit. She pressed her hand against the back of Harry’s head, urging him on, her grip tightening in his hair as he sucked on her slit again.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” She gasped in desire, her body writhing beneath him as he expertly toyed with her pregnant pussy.
Jade loved her new life, her new role as Harry’s happy, bred trophy wife. Her swollen belly was a testament to her devotion to that wonderful life. She could feel Harry’s tongue, his stubble, his breath against her. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth, her eyes rolled back behind the closed eyelids. “Fuck, baby, you’re so damn good at that. I love you sucking on my clit.”
Jade moaned and ground against Harry’s face as he expertly teased her swollen nub, his tongue flicking over her clit as he sucked her with just the right amount of pressure she loved. Her hands gripped the head of the man she adored as she pulled him deeper.
She craned forward and looked down at him, her pregnant belly obscuring the view of his performance; she smiled. Jade was glad with the choice she had made, leading to being Harry’s trophy wife.
Harry’s tongue flicked against her clit, sending another wave of pleasure through her body.
Jade moaned loudly, hips bucking and trembling against his face as he expertly sucked and licked.
Jade was no longer career-driven or the wife of a loser who had started this journey. She was now a bred trophy wife, and she revelled in the role in looks and in practice for her new husband, Harry.
Harry’s tongue was relentless, fucking her with it, flicking her clit and sucking on it in a perfect rhythm that had her hips bucking harder.
Harry groaned against her, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. He pushed two fingers into her, curling them up to hit that spot that made her see stars. She fucking loved it when he did that.
Harry was relentless, flicking her clit and sucking on it in a perfect rhythm that had her panting. “Oh god, Harry, you’re sucking my clit so good, I’m going to cum.”.
Jade was so close now.
Harry sensed it and took his mouth from her slit; he spoke directly into her wet pussy, “Tell me again; you know I like it,” he told her.
Jade could feel his hot breath on her. “Ok, now get back to work,” she pleaded.
Harry began to lick up and down her clit, his head moving side to side as Jade’s hands pressed him deeper, eager to feel more.
“Oh god, Harry, yes!” She cried out, her back arching as he flicked his tongue faster and harder. She could feel the pressure building, her orgasm close.
“Don’t stop, baby, just like that,” she begged, her hands gripping his head tighter, her nails digging into his scalp. Harry obliged, his tongue relentless, his head moving faster, his fingers pressing deeper into her thighs.
Jade could feel the tension building, her body twitching in anticipation of her release. She felt her muscles tighten, her breath quickening, her heart racing. Then, with a sudden jolt, her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
“I’m Harry’s bred trophy wife slut!” she screamed out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her hands gripped Harry’s head tighter, pulling him closer, urging him on as her orgasm continued to crash over her.
