บททั้งหมดของ 100 SHADES OF LUST: A PACK OF TABOO STORIES : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 149

The next morning I slept later than usual. It was half past nine when I finally woke up, still wearing the red thong from the night before. Rod had left a sheer silk gown on the chair, so I slipped it on and went downstairs. I found him sitting outside, completely naked, looking out at the sea.I sat down beside him. He poured me a coffee and smiled.“You found the gown,” he said.I glanced down and laughed. “Rod, have you seriously got a hard-on this early?”He grinned and tipped a couple of blue pills onto the table. “I want to be at my best today.”“I don’t think you need those. You’re already big enough,” I said.He stood up to show me. I couldn’t help laughing again. He looked at the red thong I was still wearing and told me it would look good hanging off him. I teased him that he could have it only if he put it on the way he had with the white ones I sold him. He agreed. I slipped the thong off and tossed it to him. He sniffed it first, then pulled it on. His cock hung out the

I slobber KY jelly all over her opening and squirt some in his hand. Jeff slathers it all over his schlong and is ready to go.Jeff lies on his back and she straddles his hips, facing him. His cock is sticking straight up against her belly. She leans forward and takes hold of him and places his rubbered dick right against her wet slit. She slowly sinks down as his cock goes all the way in. She looks at me and says, “It feels really good.”She gently bounces on him trying to acclimate herself to his bulk. He’s holding her ass cheeks with both hands as he tries to push in deeper.He’s completely bottomed out in her and all motion stops. Michelle rolls to her left side and takes Jeff with her. They make it all the way over and he is now right on top of her. He takes her again missionary style. He looks into her eyes and resumes his pumping. She smiles at me and I know she’s happy. Her legs wrap around his hips as he continues to stroke in and out. She’s enjoying the hell out of this. Aft

The next morning, the house was chaos.Family and friends poured in — relatives from every corner of the country, cousins, aunts, uncles, old friends of Chase’s family. The wedding after-party turned into a full-blown celebration. Laughter echoed through the halls. Music thumped from hidden speakers. Food spread across the long tables: grilled meats, fresh salads, endless desserts. Champagne flowed. Toasts were made. Dances were had. I laughed, danced, and played the perfect new wife, but my eyes kept drifting to the parking lot outside.Something felt… off.Around noon, while Chase was deep in a conversation with his groomsmen, I slipped out to the rooftop terrace — a small, secluded spot with a clear view of the private parking lot below. The sun was warm, the city humming far away. It was quiet up here, almost peaceful.I sat on the lounge chair, phone in hand, and opened a video call.“Mom,” I said softly as my mother’s face appeared on the screen. “I miss you already. The party

Chase seemed to feel the same weight. He would pull me close during quiet moments and tell me that he trusted me and that nothing would change between us. But I knew the challenge he had made and I knew the anger Pete carried. The air between all of us felt thick and uneasy as the wedding ended and we prepared to leave the house. On Sunday night I stood in the bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Chase had chosen the outfit for me and I wore a simple black dress that hugged my body in all the right places. My hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders and I wore just enough makeup to look presentable. Chase stood behind me and fixed the zipper on my dress. He kissed the side of my neck and said he was proud of me. I smiled back at him in the mirror but my heart raced faster than usual. The night ahead felt heavy with possibility and I wondered how everything would turn out. We arrived at the house Pete had chosen for the evening. It was a quiet and private place wi

كان رأسي يدور وأنا أحاول التفكير في رد. بدت الفكرة برمتها جنونية، لكنني أرسلت له رسالة على أي حال. «مرحبًا يا BigRod، هذا أمر لم أفكر فيه من قبل أبدًا. لكن بما أنك مشترك مخلص وقد ساعدتني بأفكارك، فأنا على استعداد لتجربة الأمر.» لم أستطع تصديق أنني أرسلت ذلك. جاء ردّه سريعًا. «واو، مذهل. ما رأيك في خمسين جنيهًا؟ وإذا أمكنكِ ارتداء ذلك الثوب الداخلي الأبيض غدًا طوال اليوم ثم إرساله إليّ، فسيكون ذلك مثاليًّا.» حدقت في الشاشة للحظة. «حسنًا، BigRod. يمكنني فعل ذلك.» في صباح اليوم التالي، لم أستطع التوقف عن التفكير في الأمر. بينما كنت أستعد لتوصيل الأطفال إلى المدرسة، أخرجت السروال الداخلي الأبيض وارتديته. جعلني النسيج الرقيق أشعر باندفاع خفيف من التوتر والإثارة في آن واحد. التقطت بضع صور من الأمام والخلف وأرسلتها إليه مع رسالة قصيرة أسأله فيها إن كان هذا هو ما قصده. بعد بضع دقائق، ظهر إشعار. كان قد أرسل الخمسين جنيهًا. كانت رسالته تقول ببساطة: نعم، هذا هو المقصود. كان ارتداء السروال الداخلي طوال اليوم، مع علمي أنني سأرسله إلى شخص غريب، يثيرني بشكل غريب. بعد أن أوصلت الأطفال، ع