Thread: The Name on The Mailbox Reads Jones  (DeRe & AndNich123)

The morning sunlight landed across Clive 's face like the soft kiss of his wife. So begins my forty-fifth year on earth , he reflected with a sleepy smile. That made seventeen years since he had come to the States from England although his Coventry accent refused to budge after all this time and he still dragged his A's like a limping leg. It also marked six years since he had met the woman of his dreams and five since he had married her. Listening to Amy's cheerful, playful voice he once again thanked the universe for bringing the vivacious redhead into his life. There had never been a shortage of women in his past but this one was superior to all the rest. Never had he met one who was so thoughtful, intelligent and obliging - and with the sexual appetite of a lioness. A curling tangy smell of coffee finally brought him out of bed. Swinging his feet around into a pair of well-worn slippers, he regarded the impeccably groomed German shepherd waiting patiently in the doorway. Morning, Bailey, Clive slurred softly to the dog. He rose from the bed with a sigh, idly scratching his beloved pet between the ears. Let's go see what Mum's up to, eh? Their kitchen was elegant but homely, with a place for everything and everything in its place. He took his cup with a kiss, then leaned against the doorway as he watched Amy do her thing. There was nothing he needed to say, because she understood him intuitively anyway. Her invitation to the shower was not to be missed, and he drained his hot cup of joe so fast it burned on the way down. But such discomfort was washed away by the warm water and a loving, expertly delivered birthday blowjob. He looked down in quiet adoration into the fixed gaze of his wife's pale blue eyes, her gorgeous red locks turned a rusty brown by the water. A long low moan escaped him as she dug her scarlet nails in his firm ass, draining him dry. There would be a smile on his face for the rest of his day, and he knew that delighted her to no end. Such a pleasant start saw his good mood continue even through another dull day at the office. Clive managed a rental car company, and it was a long way from the sort of career he had sought when he first washed up on the western bank of the Atlantic. Certainly he doubted his relentlessly normal co-workers would never have assumed their boss has been everything from a pickpocket to a porn star. Now he was the very image of a mundane suit, and despite the boredom he was forced to admit to himself he enjoyed the quiet pace for once. The matronly Meryl appeared early with the obligatory card, signed by all his hard-working employees. Despite her somewhat grating nature he felt positively fond of her today, and the peck he gave her on her rouged, aged cheek would have her buzzing for the week. Then he wasted the morning hours handling various accounts, and occasionally glancing out the window in hope of spying the hard-bodied blond beauty who jogged past occasionally before lunch. No sign of her today, and he slightly regretted it. While he would never cheat on Amy like some suburban house husband, he certainly appreciated such a fine piece of the feminine form. Once again he resolved to learn the mystery jogger's details someday, and talk to Amy about inviting her around. He idled away the post-lunch day thinking about what his birthday present would be. One of his wife's many superb qualities was her impeccable taste, and his imagination ran riot with the possibilities. When Meryl cheekily hinted he could leave an hour early by way of a present to him, Clive needed no further prompting. You're a gem, Mer, he grinned, already halfway out the door. With a nimble leap he hopped into his olive Jaguar, and ducked through the growing rush-hour traffic on the road back home. He could already feel an erection growing impatiently in his tailored pinstripe trousers, like a beast at the zoo which knew feeding time was approaching. Clive rolled into the driveway, just another wage slave home to his adoring wife. He moved slower and more purposefully now, savouring what was coming next. Bailey greeted him with a vigorous tail-wag on the front step, none the worse for wear from his trip to the vet. Giving him a passing pat Clive strode through the front door, throwing his briefcase aside like a schoolboy dumping his bag and racing to his toys. Amy rushed to his arms and he embraced her passionately, inhaling the soft nutmeg and vanilla smell that fragranced her fiery locks. My surprise . She knew exactly how to excite and amuse him, having an almost telepathic ability to know his mind. The games room was his favorite part of the house. Clive paused for a moment to regard the pretty young girl, bound and terrified, waiting for him. Turning to Amy with a beaming smile, he kissed her deliriously, then whispered in her ear. Darling, I like it very much. You never fail to amaze me! Landing another softer kiss on her cheek, he began to swiftly disrobe. His expression changed now as he looked at the struggling girl, shifting from that of a loving husband to a detached sadist. I love what you did with the flowers, he said absently, as if thinking aloud. Once naked, he ran a finger across the fearful brunette's quivering flesh, licking off some of the chocolate icing. He kept his gaze fixed on the girl's huge brown eyes, which were swimming with tears and horror. Where do you find her? Is this the teacher's aide you mentioned the other week? He wasn't really paying attention to Amy, but nonetheless was keenly aware of her presence. It was profoundly important to him that she watch, and enjoy, what happened next. Clive raped the girl savagely, with cruel tearing thrusts. He used her body as a plaything twisting her firm youthful breasts, slapping her scarlet cheeks, throttling her slender white throat. Hurting her as much as possible energized him intensely. Muffled screams were choked by her panties that was a small kink Clive particularly enjoyed - it was an extra little touch of debasement that always thrilled him. She was tight and tender, the velvet slip between her slim legs stroking his throbbing cock like a glove. The girl's screams rose in intensity, breaking into wails like a storm cloud bursting into rain. He always loved it when they fought the ones who surrendered and submitted were no fun and were usually swiftly dispatched. But this lovely little creature would suffer for days, and fight for her life through every moment of it. He finished faster than he would have liked, but with complete satisfaction nonetheless. Toweling himself off, he turned to Amy with his roguish grin. Do you want a turn, love? Or should we let Bailey have some fun? Sighing softly, he turned back to look at the girl. I do like this one a lot, your taste is perfect as ever, babe. I think we'll cut this one, I want her to last.