~Zion's POV~

When I got home from work, the first thing I did was take off my tie and throw it on the nightstand that was next to me. The workload has been insane, and I mean that in the most literal sense. It is a blessing that Javier is still around. That man is business-minded and focused. When it comes to me, I don't see why I should try to concentrate when my wife is being taken away from me. I haven't even seen her for 2 days. Two fucking days. Why did Grandma decide to be my enemy right now? I had hoped that I would be able to sneak out of the house to have sex with my wife, but that other woman is keeping a watchful eye out for me. Fuck! Perhaps I should lie and claim we need to discuss something. Why is that woman becoming the enemy in my life? Right now, I have a really strong dislike for Grandma. I have a load on my cock to release and this woman is now enemy number one. As I emerged from my bedroom, I caught sight of Xander, my young nephew, and immediately called out to him.


'Uncle Zion!"

'Hey, boy, how are you?"

'I'm good. Your game room is so cool." There, is an opportunity for me. I can strike a deal with Xander because of the game room.


'You like it?"

'Yes."


'Starting today, that game room will be yours to use as long as you can find me, Lady Archer, within the next five minutes."

'Really?" I nodded.

He began bouncing up and down and running in the direction of the northern wing as his excitement grew. I went back to my room. I had to fucking make a deal with a boy to get my wife. I sat on the side of the bed with a cock that was quite angry. It was looking for a way to vent its frustration.

These damn pants are also working against me. Enemy number two is my work pants. I changed into sweatpants after going into the walk-in closet in the master bedroom. I checked the time. If Xander is unable to bring in my wife within the next two minutes, he should not bother with the gaming room. Waiting was now an enemy, too. I went over there and waited by the door, getting ready to pump into her. The door to my room opened at the exact right moment, revealing both my grandmother and my wife to be standing there. I let forth a piercing scream that came from deep within my skull.

Why? Why? Why?

Why did this woman decide to be my enemy at a time like this? I turned my attention to my wife. She could tell I was sexually frustrated at the moment. She gave a glance in the direction of Grandma. My wife clamped her lips together and bolted for the restroom before the other woman could finish her sentence. We locked eyes as if she were my opponent in the wrestling match. You know, the one between Roman Reigns and Brock Leaner. Yea, that one. I stood face-to-face with my opponent. We just stood there looking at each other for a while. My wife was the only one who could be heard gagging in the restroom, and that was the only sound that was audible. My cock was puffed up as if it were singing along with me, and it seemed like it was doing both. Angry and jerked.

Enemy! Enemy!

But then a thought came to me, and I rushed to the toilet and locked the bathroom door. I could hear the old woman shouting. I don't care if she rants. I want my wife. As soon as my wife looked at me, I could tell this was her way of signaling to me that we could do it in the toilet. I crashed my lips on hers, but she broke the kiss and rubbed against my hard shaft. She opened the door and left.

'Don't you fucking do this to me, Lady Archer! If you step outside that door, I swear I will go and find a call girl. Don't you think you and Grandma have punished me enough?"

I heard the door to my room close. I groaned and started riding solo. I can't believe I, Zion Xavier Archer, am doing this. After I was done riding solo, I took a cold shower and went to the dining table. My wife walked in wearing a summer dress. Oh, whatever the fuck that dress was, it was not those dresses that hug your body. As she turned, fuck, she had no panties on.

Torture! I yelled at the back of my head, and, of course, my cock yelled along with me. I let my eyes freely roam over her and my cock jerked angrily. I've never been so goddamn turned on by a woman this fast just by running my damn eyes over her body.

'Honey, what would you like to eat?" She asked softly, her voice, I'm fucking dreaming now.

No, honey, all I want to do is shove you up against that wall and fuck the living daylights out of you. I want to stuff my thick cock and choke you till I release the thick hot cream for our kids. I thought, but of course, I won't say that in front of my family. Of course out of respect but I do know on a normal day I could have said that. They didn't bless me on a Sunday Morning.

I then cleared my throat. 'I'll do it myself," I said in a cold voice. She fucking left me to ride solo in the bathroom.

Bad wife! Bad wife!

Has she always been this sexy or is the pregnancy making her look like a goddess walking on the face of the earth? Goddamn it, cock was now painfully hard and poking on my damn zipper.

Shit!

I adjusted myself, watching her carefully.

I want my hands on her. I want my cock in her. I want my tongue in her.

Fuck! She sinfully swayed her ass to the other side of the table. Why is she not sitting close to me? Her husband and I looked at her before she could sit down, challenging her that she shouldn't dare sit that far from me. She didn't protest; she came and sat beside me. As she sat, my hands were already on her thighs. I've got no time to waste. I will torture her right here in front of everyone. She will be sexually frustrated like I am. There is no way in hell I would feel sexually frustrated alone. I smiled. One hand holding a fork like a good son in front of my family and the other hand rubbing her folds as a good husband should. It's called balance.

Hands deep under the table

~Zion's POV~

She let out a breath, and at that moment, I turned my head to look at her and smiled. She was punishing me right, and I will punish her in front of these people. As I kept an eye on her, I saw that she kept rolling her eyes as if she was seeing stars. However, I am certain that she is hallucinating and seeing stars. She attempted to eat in peace, but I apprehended her. As I continued to stroke her, my finger wound its way deeper into her cunt, and I witnessed the unbridled hunger that was in her eyes. She craved my company, but all I could think of was torturing her. It's time for her to put an end to the silly game she's been playing with Grandma. I'd give anything to be with my wife right now. The objective of this assignment is to arouse her sexual desire and then force her to beg for it. But despite this, I'm very sure I'll be the one who has to beg. As she relaxed farther into the chair and spread her legs apart, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Perhaps I ought to stop, but at the same time, I was intrigued to see what her orgasm face would seem like in front of the rest of the family. After that, I started to pump so vigorously that she shook under the table. I continued to do this for a while. Oh, my Lady Archer. She squeezed her knuckles firmly together and closed her eyes shut! Her pussy was now firmly grasping my finger, and the pressure was increasing to the point that I wanted to pull the finger out and stop halfway through the process. But it was like the babies were helping her to grip my hand.

Children, we need to discipline your mother. It is not papa's sausage, but rather a finger. Don't help her grip it!

Her nirvana was making my cock frustrated; it was already twitching. I groaned in response to the force with which she attempted to clutch my dick. Fuck! I married a devil. How can she clutch my cock like that when she is the one coming. She wanted me to make a noise while she was coming. She wasn't done. I could make out a scarlet tinge in her eyes. I began marinating my steak in her cum and consuming it. The woman licked her lower lip. And keep an eye on me while I consume my food. Her gaze remained lustful, and I knew she was not done.

'Excuse me." She remarked as she rose from the table. As I sat there and continued eating, the notion of her enticing gaze suddenly occurred to me.

You've got to be fucking kidding me. She is going to finish herself off. There is no fucking way I'm letting that happen.

'Excuse me, I'm just checking in with my wife," like a good husband I said. I looked over and saw her heading in the direction of my wing. Nasty woman, She doesn't want Grandma to catch her riding solo. When I opened the door to my room, I saw that she was just about to touch herself. I came charging at her and slammed her up against the door. I didn't squander a single second. I lifted her dress and pulled out my cock to shove it in her. She trembled so hard as she climaxed. I chuckled. I haven't even started thrusting yet, and she's already cum. Even after all that, hell! She was still as horny as fuck. I pulled away, but my lips slammed into hers instead, sending her garments flying in every direction of the room and leaving wet kisses all over her body. Our hands touched hungrily on each other's sex as we passionately kiss.

My lust was raging, and all I wanted was to put my balls all the way into her pussy. On our way to the couch, we locked lips and continued our passionate embrace. Hell! I wanted to be balls deep in her. I forced her to bounce on the couch with her back. My lips collided with hers as I crawled upon her. After placing my mouth on her ears and playing with her earlobes with my tongue, I trailed my way down to her neck and began sucking on her flesh. A wave of memories of granny washed over me. I started chomping down really hard on her neck, and I made sure to leave a huge love bite. I started trailing to her breast, and she started trembling as I took her breast in my mouth. I grabbed hold of the other one of her nipples and stroked my finger down both of her thighs. After that, it dawned on me that this was a stolen session and that Grandma might arrive at any moment. I swiftly parted her legs, providing me with an unobstructed view of her sinful cunt.