“Mrs. Rylee… can I be forward.” Gregg separated his lips from hers.
She laughed at the question for a man who had not let go of her throat. Gregg had touched her in ways no man other than her husband had for a decade.
“Mmhmm.” She smiled and tried to nod, though his grasp allowed little. Still, she gave his cock needy pulls as her eyes begged to be fucked.
“You’re a sweet woman. A good mother.” He looked down at her body and with his other hand inserted a finger into her cunt.
Rylee wasn’t sure where he was going with this, but his finger was speaking to her in a way that she didn’t care.
“Are you on birth control?” He looked into her eyes with the intensity of a businessman.
As the subordinate in this exchange, Rylee answered as bidden. Shaking her head no as she gasped at the feeling of him rubbing the inside of her pussy.
“Good… you are a fertile girl… clearly.” His hand left her slit and explored the rest of her body from hip to tummy to breast. He admired how womanly she was, how she looked to be good at bearing children.
“You see… I have no children.” He looked into her eyes deeply. “Have you both been thinking of having another?” He turned her head slightly to the side, kissing her on the neck.
“Ahhh…” she relished the feeling and was salivating at the prospect of this conversation. “I’ve been trying to convince him.” She whined as he nibbled at her ear.
“Ok…” Gregg came back up to look her in the eyes. “Mrs. Rylee.” He yanked her head backward so she was looking straight up at him. Stiffly he held her gaze as he had the most serious of expressions.
“I am going to cum in you. You better convince Owen it’s time to have another so he doesn’t suspect.” His eyes stared deeply at the girl, knowing he was going to breed her.
“And what of my husband’s career?” She sharply retorted with that same knowing expression. Rylee may be under the dominating spell of Gregg Finch, but she still had ambition.
Gregg smiled, he loved a sharp woman.
“He will be looked after. He is a promising young businessman after all.” Greg reassured her.
Glancing towards their room Rylee thought for a second as she secured her husband’s future. Then her eyes met back with Greggs as she pursed her lips. The two embraced for a long moment before she smiled and nodded her agreement to the arrangement silently.
At that moment his hand released her throat, a disappointing feeling all but for a split second. Losing her grip on his cock, she felt his hands wrap around her body and lift her by the thighs slightly out of the water. The sound of running water down her back trickled into the pool as he looked up at her and slowly guided her down to the tip of his cock. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his back, and she held on to his neck for a time as she felt his tip kiss her sex.
“I don’t think I could keep my hands off you if you were my wife Mrs. Rylee.” He shifted her body slightly to better align their essences. The feeling of her warm motherly slit parting along the head of his cock excited him. So eagerly did he want to slam her down on it and show the young woman a fraction of how he would have fucked her if he were younger.