The Work of Art
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 40: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 40: - Charlotte - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
I was so happy that Harry came. I wanted him to see where I was going to raise my babies and maybe he would even help us a little more to buy it.
I took him through the whole house, and he seemed interested. I stressed all the bedrooms and the living areas and the big backyard. I asked if he liked it, and he said it was very nice. I told him the house was perfect, but that it was a little more than we could afford.
“So you’re hoping to get more money out of me?” He asked with one cocked eyebrow. “For you and Pretty Boy?”
“It’s important to me, Harry.” I was whining, and I didn’t like doing that. I used to be the whining type, but I’m not anymore.
“I’m not giving your husband another cent.”
“Harry,...”
“No, sweetheart. I don’t give any of the girls more money. I already gave you a ton more than I normally do, because you’re ... The Work of Art.”
“Oh. I see. I’m just one of the girls now.”
“No dammit, Charlotte. That’s not what I mean, and you know it. If you come and live with me, what’s mine is yours, but I won’t give you money to buy a love nest with Pretty Boy.”
After a while Phyllis joined us to ask if we had any questions. Harry gave her a good looking over. She’s a good looking woman, and I know now how his mind works.
He started asking her questions about how long she’d been in real estate and if she did any commercial work. He mentioned all his damn businesses to show off how rich he is. He was starting to piss me off, so I excused us and pulled him away.
“Where’s the master bedroom,” he asked.
“It’s over here,” I said, giving Carl a look to keep Phyllis occupied. As soon as we walked in the master, Harry closed and locked the door behind us.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I wanna be the first to fuck you in this room.”
“What? Harry, no. Phyllis is right out there and she’s waiting for us.”
“It’s funny, Charlotte, that you care about the real estate agent, but not your husband. That should tell you something.” He pulled his huge cock out of his fly and started to play with it right there in someone else’s bedroom.
“Are you sure you don’t want some of this cock, Charlotte? Isn’t this why you called me over here?”
“Harry!” He slowly moved toward me with that beautiful cock pointing my way.
“Get on your knees, slut. Master wants a blowjob. You know the position now.”
Honestly, there is nothing in the world I like more than sucking Harry’s cock. I really do love it, but there is a time and a place for everything, Mommy used to say. This was not either one. But, I felt my knees buckle and my weight take me to the carpet.
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