Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 452

Chapter 452: Heroine’s Husband with Her Now I
After spending time with Sally, Lucan went to Eloise, spent with wit her and then Katie. After spending time with them, he returned to his wife Maris, and worked hard. After two years.

Lucan also fulfilled his dream of making animation films he wanted to make, and Maris also started to do something on her own. In short, life was fulfilling.

Lucan took on a job with Katie, since Katie’s parents insisted she take this job, and Katie also wanted to do this since her childhood. She wanted to work in a designing industry, and currently she was popular in the office, and also promoted pretty fast.

Lucan did his job at his office. Today he felt bad since Katie went out for a presentation in another country.

As he was working, he got an email from his wife, Maris, who was simply entitled “Tonight” and told Lucan little more than that they would be going out to dinner. He got curious with this sudden thing. She never really takes initiative to do such things.

Lucan shot back an excited response and eagerly awaited a reply. Despite the work, Lucan found he could not concentrate at all, his mind racing through all kinds of scenarios, which might explain his wife’s mysterious behavior, but it was close to three o’clock before Maris called his cell and revealed her grand plan.

“Hey, can you talk?” she asked.

“Sure I can talk,” Lucan replied. “I’ve been waiting for hours. What are you up to, exactly?”

“Are you alone? Nothing’s wrong, I just need to know that nobody else could be listening.”

Now he was even more interested. He could hear that she was kind of energetic, giddy even, like a child on holiday. Not wanting to drag the suspense out any longer, Lucan quickly found an empty conference room and closed the glass door.

“OK,” he told her, slightly out of breath. “I’m alone, no ears within a fifty-foot radius. What is going on with you?”

“So, look, I’ll just jump into this…” Her voice fell to a conspiratorial whisper, “You know that night when we were on the couch and we watched that porno you were in? You remember that, right?”

Remembering ‘That’ Night…

Of course he remembered. How could he not? They’d been at a boring work dinner with some of his friends and were both a little buzzed. To pass the time, Lucan had begun whispering naughty things to Maris about what he was going to do to her when they got home. Later on, she’d returned from the bathroom and told him that her panties were now in her purse, that she was wet and very willing, and Lucan had felt as though, were he a cartoon character, then his jaw would now be falling heavily to the floor. Because this was something Maris would never do unless he asked.

Maris was wearing black dress that night. She was elegant.

They’d teased each other for the rest of the evening, as the side whispers grew bolder and more daring. Maris was not normally this risqué a person, but, of late, Lucan had noticed that she’d become more forward in her flirting, and certainly more audacious when it came to sex.

When they’d eventually arrived home. Maris suggested that Lucan undress and put on a porn movie while she went to ‘prepare’ herself. Obeying instantly, Lucan quickly removed his shirt and pants, Maris sweeping them up and disappearing down the hallway as Lucan lay back naked on the couch and reached for the remote, his arousal already evident.

When Maris re-emerged, she was wearing his shirt, his tie hanging loosely around her neck. She still had on her high, black heels, but nothing else. She’d unbuttoned the shirt so it fell open to her navel, and the sleeves were casually rolled up to the elbows, the cool cotton brushing against her skin as she swished and stalked slowly towards him. Her breasts struggled to contain themselves, her nipples pressing hard beneath the fabric, as she hovered over her husband and held a rueful finger up to her red-rouged lips.

“I couldn’t find anything else to wear…” she cooed. “Is this good for you, or should I put on the pants, too?”

As she spoke, she tugged gently on the shirt, pulling it up just enough to reveal the perfect, sandy pink hairy buss sitting teasingly between her legs.

“Leave those pants alone,” Lucan growled, “And come here-”

Maris dropped to the couch next to him as his hands immediately slid under the shirt and cupped one of her breasts.

“What are we watching?” Maris whispered, turning to the TV, where two beautiful women – one Katie, the other Sarina – were kneeling either side of a Jack on a large, plush bed. “Well they’re not wasting any time, are they?”

On the screen, Katie was sucking Jack off, Sarina pushing her ass towards the camera, giving a view of her smoothly-shaved pussy.

“Was I gone that long, or did you just fast-forward to this part?” Maris smiled. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Lucan mumbled something about ‘fast forward,’ but Maris had a hard time hearing him as his mouth was already on her tits, sliding his tongue from nipple to nipple. She tossed the tie over her shoulder and put her hand around Lucan’s neck, pulling him further into her, while her other hand slid down his belly and headed straight for his cock.

“I think this has got you all riled up, babe,” Maris murmured, “Was it all the dirty talk at dinner, or my juicy, hot, bare pussy under my…black…dress? Huh?”

She leaned down to his ear, her hair brushing his face.

“Or maybe you just love me being naked under your shirt? I can tell you like it, I can feel you like it.”

She gave his cock a gentle squeeze and she felt Lucan respond, his erection getting harder by the second. Looking back at the TV screen, Maris cupped his balls and used her thumb to stroke them gently.

“And those co-wives going down on you…” she went on, as Lucan lifted his head momentarily, the threesome hotting up in front of them. “I know that’s turning you on, baby.”

His hips were starting to buck as Maris worked him, before she sat back up and slowed the attention on his crotch.

“I think you like all of it, right, sweetie?” she asked. “You want a piece of everything? I can do that for you. I can do whatever you want, and I know what you want.”

“Yes,” Lucan replied, his voice deep and heavy. “I want you to suck me. I want you to do what they’re doing.”

“Sure, baby.”