Filipino Sex Stories
Affliction - 2
I was never really the domestic type so when I tried to make breakfast for my husband, I just ended up royally burning my finger.
"I told you to just let the maids do their job," Adam said as he put ointment on the burned area. I woke up early and went to the kitchen to cook. He'd go to his office at 7 sharp so I had to prepare for hours since I wasn't very confident about my cooking prowess.
But came 6 am and Adam woke up. He couldn't find me on the bed so he went down and saw me in the kitchen while I was trying hard not to tear up. The burn was so painful! I didn't know what stupidity came into me that I accidentally dipped my finger together with the bacon in the pan coated with oil. I was such a walking mess!
"I want to cook you breakfast," I told him. I researched! I read recipes and watched vlogs about cooking. I wanted today to be perfect because it's our first day back here in the city. The two weeks vacation in Maldives and Europe was heavenly but now that we're back here in Seattle, I wanted to start being hiswife.
He kissed my unburned finger.
"And I appreciate the thought but I don't appreciate you getting hurt, Bree," he said and then he was finally done patching me up. He pulled me up with him and pulled me close. "You don't have to do anything," he said and then kissed me.
I opened my mouth and welcomed him. I kissed him deep until I couldn't breathe anymore. I had to wrap my arm around his neck to prevent me from falling down because every time he kissed me, I lost my senses and even gravity couldn't help me. And when he grazed his sinful tongue against my lower lip, I just lost it.
Pushing him back down on the couch, I straddled him and quickly pulled his pajama bottom down.
Leaning down to kiss him, I also rapidly pulled my panties down and eased his member into my core. I gasped at the contact. He had been inside me every night since we got married but every time we'd do it, it was like I was being stretched to my limit.
"God, Bree," he breathed against my neck. "I have to get ready for work." But he was doing the otherwise. He was guiding me up and down and I could hear our s*x pounding wildly against each other.
"Then do me good and do me fast," I answered with deep and labored breathing.
That seemed to do the trick. Adam switched out position and made me bend over the couch. I turned and saw him completely removing his pajama bottoms.
"Your pajama's so cute, Adam," I commented and I laughed at him. I just didn't imagine that someone as successful and as hot as him would be sleeping in his pajamas. I thought I already knew Adam but as our married life went by, I kept on discovering new things about him and it was wonderful.
"It's not cute. Don't use the word cute to describe or anything about me."
And then he pounded into me. Hard. Deep.
Gods!
"Are we clear?"
And another thrust. And I moaned so loud I was afraid the maids would hear us.
"Did you hear me, Bree Walton?"
And another.
"Y-yes," I said as I welcomed his sweet assault. He continued pounding against me and I arched my ass so that he could angle better. I whimpered at every contact and I nearly cried when he reached that sweet spot. "Oh good Lord!" I cried out. I was being delirious with the pleasure and when he reached for my cl*t and rubbed it, I came so hard.
"Shit!" he cursed when my s*x squeezed his c*ck. I felt him coming inside me. We stayed like that for a while until he removed his c*ck from my s*x. "God, that was amazing, Bree," he said and then kissed my forehead. "I love being married to you."
I smiled at him. I loved every second of it, too.
We ended up having s*x inside the shower room. Adam took me from behind again and worshipped every inch of my body. He almost got late because of that so he didn't eat breakfast at home.
"I promise I'll cook tomorrow," I told him as I arranged his tie.
"Just don't hurt yourself."
"I won't!" I beamed and tiptoed to kiss him. "See you later, babe. Come home to me, alright?"
"Always."
The first few months were okay… but I was starting to get bored. My mind was starting to feel rusty and I was starting to considering cleaning every inch of Adam's mansion just to ease my boredom.
I called Maya and asked her to have lunch with me. She was in the middle of a deposition. I felt a little jealousy that she was able to experience that.
"So, how's the billionaire life?"
I rolled my eye.
"Seriously, I don't spend Adam's money."
"But you're his wife!" she argued. "You're entitled to what he has."
True. Adam told me I could buy whatever I wanted but I just wasn't that type. I tried shopping a few times but the absurdity of the prices was giving me a headache so I stopped it. I just stick to the stores I was buying from before. I would never get the hang of being married to a billionaire.
And being driven everywhere I go plus having a personal bodyguard. I was used to being completely independent before I met Adam so this was completely new to me. It was like I was living someone else's life. It was crazy.
"He didn't even ask for a pre-nup. You're so lucky! Does it feel so good? I mean, being a billionaire?" she asked with her eyes twinkling. If I could only view this the same way she was viewing it, maybe life would have been a little better for me. I mean, I could enjoy Adam's money and I wouldn't worry about being bored. I probably would have spent all my time buying anything my eyes fancied.
"Not everything that glitters is gold," I told her and she just rolled her eyes at me. "Anyway, how's your job?" I asked her because I was so desperate to hear somerealstuff! My mind was starting to feel useless because I hadn't really done anything for the past months.
Maya ranted about her job and I was in heaven. Hearing about those familiar terms and listening to different public cases was a delight. It was like I was deprived from all of these and finally, I was getting a swig!
"You look happy. Is there anything entertaining with my problems?" she asked, confused because of the smile on my face.
"No, no. It's just that I was so bored. Being a wife is good—and Adam is so good—but sometimes, I just can't help but imagine what would have happened if I continued my career."
Would have I made something out of myself? I would probably be still in law school by now. And my family wouldn't avoid contact with me. They still couldn't accept the fact that I chose being domesticated from the very promising career in law that was waiting for me.
"Pretty sure you'd annoy people in UMass Law because you're such a smart weirdo."
"That's not true."
"No, honey. It's true. You're so smart that it's annoying. You're lucky Adam didn't find it annoying," she said. "Lucky bitch."
We continued talking and it was refreshing! Most of the maids at the mansion were really old that I really couldn't talk to them about anything that interested me. I wished I could talk to Maya but I knew she was busy with her job and life, as well.
Her boss called her so she really got to return to work.
Rolling her eyes, she said, "I gotta get back to that hellhole."
"You love thathellhole."
"Right. See you soon?"
I smiled and watched her leave. I called the driver to pick me up and in less than 5 minutes, he was waiting for me outside the restaurant. The bodyguard followed in suit and rode shotgun. I really would never get used to this.
The driver was waiting for my instruction. I didn't want to go back to the mansion yet. Just imagining that vast space and the fact that I would be bored to death was enough for me to avoid it. Adam arrived a little after 5 everyday. So until then, I busied myself outside.
I went to the mall. I went to a lingerie store and looked for anything that Adam might like. He had been really sweet to me lately and I wanted that to continue. I heard stories about couples losing that magic months after marriage. Like when the honeymoon bliss was already over. We had been married for almost 8 months now and everything was still really good. I didn't want it to end.
'Don't look at the price tag and just swipe the card, babe,'Adam would often remind me every time we shopped and I looked at the card and be surprised with the unreasonable price of most things.
A red andveryskimpy lingerie caught my eyes. This was barely decent; it was outright slutty. So I bought it.
I still had plenty of time to kill. I went from store to store and bought clothes for Adam. He had a personal shopper but I just wanted to buy him clothes—well, more of pajamas. He'd surely punish me again later for making fun of his pajamas.
My s*x clenched at the thought of being punished by Adam. But I immediately put the thought away because I was in a very public place. I was sure I looked flushed and I didn't want the bodyguard to see me aroused.
I was in the middle of looking for something more to buy when someone bumped into me.
"Say sorry, Dalton," the woman told the kid.
I smiled. "No, it's okay."
"Dalton?" the woman called the kid again but he didn't listen. She looked at me instead. "I'm sorry. He's just so overactive these days. I can barely keep up."
The kid ran around the mall. I smiled at the scene. The woman said sorry to me again and ran to follow the kid. I didn't know why but the scene tugged something in my heartstring.
It was a little after 4 when I finally exhausted every ounce of energy I got. I rested for a while and then instructed the cook to prepare dinner for us. I was thinking steak and then I remembered that Adam loved drinking red wine with that. I went to the wine cellar downstairs and was welcomed with different bottles of red wine.
I was never the one who was fond of wines. It tasted good, yes, but I didn't understand such fascination of other people with it. But I knew few good wines because my mother was a wine aficionado. God, I missed my family so much!
Shaking the thought away because it brought my spirit down, I picked a 1997 Domaine de la Romanee Conti. I remembered how my mother loved this with rib of beef. I took the wine so I could chill it before Adam arrived. I was about to tell the cook to prepare roast prime rib of beef, served with wild mushroom risotto.
I shrieked when someone held my waist.
"Here you are," the voice said and then I felt him kissing the side of my neck. "Romanee Conti. Good choice, wife." And then he brushed his tongue on my neck and I moaned.
"It's still early," I managed to say despite the fact that he was getting me so worked up. He took the wine from my hand and put it back on the back. He kneaded my breasts and continued kissing my neck. "I was about to prepare dinner."
"I saw the cook doing the cooking, babe. Don't lie."
He pinched my n*pple because of that and I cried out in pleasure.
"I didn't have time," I said through ragged breathing. "I was out with Maya…"
"Hmmm…" he murmured as his hand traveled south and went inside my skirt. His fingers were quick to assault my s*x. He gently massaged my cl*t before easing his finger inside… One finger… "Did you have fun?" He inserted two fingers and I wasn't able to produce anything but gasp and delicious moans. Gods, he was killing me!
"I b-bought you clothes," I managed to say while he was pumping two fingers in and out of me.
"Did you buy yourself anything?"
My breathing was labored and the end was dangerously near. My hands held on to whatever I could hold onto.
"I bought a lingerie—shit! Oh, my god, Adam!" I cried out when I came. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of me while I came and he almost killed me with two much pleasure. My knees were weak and I was delirious from the sensation.
And when he finally pulled his fingers out, I felt incomplete.
"Sweet as ever, babe," he said while licking his fingers clean. He kissed me on the lips. "Now, let's fix you up or else the maids would suspect that we did something down here." He fixed my skirt and combed my hair with his fingers.
While he was doing so, I was looking at him. He looked really good. He was still in his suit that it gave him the authoritative look that I had always admired in him. Everywhere he went, he exuded this aura. And his eyes were so dark that I wanted to drown in them and just get lost in it.
"Babe?" I called while he was buttoning my shirt.
"Hmm?"
"I was just thinking…" I hesitated. I didn't know how to open this up. I didn't know how he would take this.
"What?" he titled my chin up and made me look at him. He must have sensed my hesitation. "Do you want anything?" he asked. "Aside from s*x, that is, because I'm already planning on giving you plenty of that."
I shook my head and smiled at his remark.
"I was just thinking…" I repeated. "I want to get pregnant."
I closed my eyes and waited for his response. I was worried. I didn't know how he would react. We never talked about this. I knew he wanted to build a family, too, but I didn't know if the time was right. Was it too soon for him? I was 24 and he was 27. We were too young but I wanted this. I knew I wanted this. Seeing that kid in the mall made me think about finally building a family. And I wasn't doing anything in here… Maybe a kid would change that.
"Okay."
I blinked a few times.
"Okay?"
He nodded.
"I would love to see little Bree and little Adam running inside the house," he answered with a smile and I just hugged him. "Now, let's make those babies," he said and scooped me in his arms.
"I told you to just let the maids do their job," Adam said as he put ointment on the burned area. I woke up early and went to the kitchen to cook. He'd go to his office at 7 sharp so I had to prepare for hours since I wasn't very confident about my cooking prowess.
But came 6 am and Adam woke up. He couldn't find me on the bed so he went down and saw me in the kitchen while I was trying hard not to tear up. The burn was so painful! I didn't know what stupidity came into me that I accidentally dipped my finger together with the bacon in the pan coated with oil. I was such a walking mess!
"I want to cook you breakfast," I told him. I researched! I read recipes and watched vlogs about cooking. I wanted today to be perfect because it's our first day back here in the city. The two weeks vacation in Maldives and Europe was heavenly but now that we're back here in Seattle, I wanted to start being hiswife.
He kissed my unburned finger.
"And I appreciate the thought but I don't appreciate you getting hurt, Bree," he said and then he was finally done patching me up. He pulled me up with him and pulled me close. "You don't have to do anything," he said and then kissed me.
I opened my mouth and welcomed him. I kissed him deep until I couldn't breathe anymore. I had to wrap my arm around his neck to prevent me from falling down because every time he kissed me, I lost my senses and even gravity couldn't help me. And when he grazed his sinful tongue against my lower lip, I just lost it.
Pushing him back down on the couch, I straddled him and quickly pulled his pajama bottom down.
Leaning down to kiss him, I also rapidly pulled my panties down and eased his member into my core. I gasped at the contact. He had been inside me every night since we got married but every time we'd do it, it was like I was being stretched to my limit.
"God, Bree," he breathed against my neck. "I have to get ready for work." But he was doing the otherwise. He was guiding me up and down and I could hear our s*x pounding wildly against each other.
"Then do me good and do me fast," I answered with deep and labored breathing.
That seemed to do the trick. Adam switched out position and made me bend over the couch. I turned and saw him completely removing his pajama bottoms.
"Your pajama's so cute, Adam," I commented and I laughed at him. I just didn't imagine that someone as successful and as hot as him would be sleeping in his pajamas. I thought I already knew Adam but as our married life went by, I kept on discovering new things about him and it was wonderful.
"It's not cute. Don't use the word cute to describe or anything about me."
And then he pounded into me. Hard. Deep.
Gods!
"Are we clear?"
And another thrust. And I moaned so loud I was afraid the maids would hear us.
"Did you hear me, Bree Walton?"
And another.
"Y-yes," I said as I welcomed his sweet assault. He continued pounding against me and I arched my ass so that he could angle better. I whimpered at every contact and I nearly cried when he reached that sweet spot. "Oh good Lord!" I cried out. I was being delirious with the pleasure and when he reached for my cl*t and rubbed it, I came so hard.
"Shit!" he cursed when my s*x squeezed his c*ck. I felt him coming inside me. We stayed like that for a while until he removed his c*ck from my s*x. "God, that was amazing, Bree," he said and then kissed my forehead. "I love being married to you."
I smiled at him. I loved every second of it, too.
We ended up having s*x inside the shower room. Adam took me from behind again and worshipped every inch of my body. He almost got late because of that so he didn't eat breakfast at home.
"I promise I'll cook tomorrow," I told him as I arranged his tie.
"Just don't hurt yourself."
"I won't!" I beamed and tiptoed to kiss him. "See you later, babe. Come home to me, alright?"
"Always."
The first few months were okay… but I was starting to get bored. My mind was starting to feel rusty and I was starting to considering cleaning every inch of Adam's mansion just to ease my boredom.
I called Maya and asked her to have lunch with me. She was in the middle of a deposition. I felt a little jealousy that she was able to experience that.
"So, how's the billionaire life?"
I rolled my eye.
"Seriously, I don't spend Adam's money."
"But you're his wife!" she argued. "You're entitled to what he has."
True. Adam told me I could buy whatever I wanted but I just wasn't that type. I tried shopping a few times but the absurdity of the prices was giving me a headache so I stopped it. I just stick to the stores I was buying from before. I would never get the hang of being married to a billionaire.
And being driven everywhere I go plus having a personal bodyguard. I was used to being completely independent before I met Adam so this was completely new to me. It was like I was living someone else's life. It was crazy.
"He didn't even ask for a pre-nup. You're so lucky! Does it feel so good? I mean, being a billionaire?" she asked with her eyes twinkling. If I could only view this the same way she was viewing it, maybe life would have been a little better for me. I mean, I could enjoy Adam's money and I wouldn't worry about being bored. I probably would have spent all my time buying anything my eyes fancied.
"Not everything that glitters is gold," I told her and she just rolled her eyes at me. "Anyway, how's your job?" I asked her because I was so desperate to hear somerealstuff! My mind was starting to feel useless because I hadn't really done anything for the past months.
Maya ranted about her job and I was in heaven. Hearing about those familiar terms and listening to different public cases was a delight. It was like I was deprived from all of these and finally, I was getting a swig!
"You look happy. Is there anything entertaining with my problems?" she asked, confused because of the smile on my face.
"No, no. It's just that I was so bored. Being a wife is good—and Adam is so good—but sometimes, I just can't help but imagine what would have happened if I continued my career."
Would have I made something out of myself? I would probably be still in law school by now. And my family wouldn't avoid contact with me. They still couldn't accept the fact that I chose being domesticated from the very promising career in law that was waiting for me.
"Pretty sure you'd annoy people in UMass Law because you're such a smart weirdo."
"That's not true."
"No, honey. It's true. You're so smart that it's annoying. You're lucky Adam didn't find it annoying," she said. "Lucky bitch."
We continued talking and it was refreshing! Most of the maids at the mansion were really old that I really couldn't talk to them about anything that interested me. I wished I could talk to Maya but I knew she was busy with her job and life, as well.
Her boss called her so she really got to return to work.
Rolling her eyes, she said, "I gotta get back to that hellhole."
"You love thathellhole."
"Right. See you soon?"
I smiled and watched her leave. I called the driver to pick me up and in less than 5 minutes, he was waiting for me outside the restaurant. The bodyguard followed in suit and rode shotgun. I really would never get used to this.
The driver was waiting for my instruction. I didn't want to go back to the mansion yet. Just imagining that vast space and the fact that I would be bored to death was enough for me to avoid it. Adam arrived a little after 5 everyday. So until then, I busied myself outside.
I went to the mall. I went to a lingerie store and looked for anything that Adam might like. He had been really sweet to me lately and I wanted that to continue. I heard stories about couples losing that magic months after marriage. Like when the honeymoon bliss was already over. We had been married for almost 8 months now and everything was still really good. I didn't want it to end.
'Don't look at the price tag and just swipe the card, babe,'Adam would often remind me every time we shopped and I looked at the card and be surprised with the unreasonable price of most things.
A red andveryskimpy lingerie caught my eyes. This was barely decent; it was outright slutty. So I bought it.
I still had plenty of time to kill. I went from store to store and bought clothes for Adam. He had a personal shopper but I just wanted to buy him clothes—well, more of pajamas. He'd surely punish me again later for making fun of his pajamas.
My s*x clenched at the thought of being punished by Adam. But I immediately put the thought away because I was in a very public place. I was sure I looked flushed and I didn't want the bodyguard to see me aroused.
I was in the middle of looking for something more to buy when someone bumped into me.
"Say sorry, Dalton," the woman told the kid.
I smiled. "No, it's okay."
"Dalton?" the woman called the kid again but he didn't listen. She looked at me instead. "I'm sorry. He's just so overactive these days. I can barely keep up."
The kid ran around the mall. I smiled at the scene. The woman said sorry to me again and ran to follow the kid. I didn't know why but the scene tugged something in my heartstring.
It was a little after 4 when I finally exhausted every ounce of energy I got. I rested for a while and then instructed the cook to prepare dinner for us. I was thinking steak and then I remembered that Adam loved drinking red wine with that. I went to the wine cellar downstairs and was welcomed with different bottles of red wine.
I was never the one who was fond of wines. It tasted good, yes, but I didn't understand such fascination of other people with it. But I knew few good wines because my mother was a wine aficionado. God, I missed my family so much!
Shaking the thought away because it brought my spirit down, I picked a 1997 Domaine de la Romanee Conti. I remembered how my mother loved this with rib of beef. I took the wine so I could chill it before Adam arrived. I was about to tell the cook to prepare roast prime rib of beef, served with wild mushroom risotto.
I shrieked when someone held my waist.
"Here you are," the voice said and then I felt him kissing the side of my neck. "Romanee Conti. Good choice, wife." And then he brushed his tongue on my neck and I moaned.
"It's still early," I managed to say despite the fact that he was getting me so worked up. He took the wine from my hand and put it back on the back. He kneaded my breasts and continued kissing my neck. "I was about to prepare dinner."
"I saw the cook doing the cooking, babe. Don't lie."
He pinched my n*pple because of that and I cried out in pleasure.
"I didn't have time," I said through ragged breathing. "I was out with Maya…"
"Hmmm…" he murmured as his hand traveled south and went inside my skirt. His fingers were quick to assault my s*x. He gently massaged my cl*t before easing his finger inside… One finger… "Did you have fun?" He inserted two fingers and I wasn't able to produce anything but gasp and delicious moans. Gods, he was killing me!
"I b-bought you clothes," I managed to say while he was pumping two fingers in and out of me.
"Did you buy yourself anything?"
My breathing was labored and the end was dangerously near. My hands held on to whatever I could hold onto.
"I bought a lingerie—shit! Oh, my god, Adam!" I cried out when I came. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of me while I came and he almost killed me with two much pleasure. My knees were weak and I was delirious from the sensation.
And when he finally pulled his fingers out, I felt incomplete.
"Sweet as ever, babe," he said while licking his fingers clean. He kissed me on the lips. "Now, let's fix you up or else the maids would suspect that we did something down here." He fixed my skirt and combed my hair with his fingers.
While he was doing so, I was looking at him. He looked really good. He was still in his suit that it gave him the authoritative look that I had always admired in him. Everywhere he went, he exuded this aura. And his eyes were so dark that I wanted to drown in them and just get lost in it.
"Babe?" I called while he was buttoning my shirt.
"Hmm?"
"I was just thinking…" I hesitated. I didn't know how to open this up. I didn't know how he would take this.
"What?" he titled my chin up and made me look at him. He must have sensed my hesitation. "Do you want anything?" he asked. "Aside from s*x, that is, because I'm already planning on giving you plenty of that."
I shook my head and smiled at his remark.
"I was just thinking…" I repeated. "I want to get pregnant."
I closed my eyes and waited for his response. I was worried. I didn't know how he would react. We never talked about this. I knew he wanted to build a family, too, but I didn't know if the time was right. Was it too soon for him? I was 24 and he was 27. We were too young but I wanted this. I knew I wanted this. Seeing that kid in the mall made me think about finally building a family. And I wasn't doing anything in here… Maybe a kid would change that.
"Okay."
I blinked a few times.
"Okay?"
He nodded.
"I would love to see little Bree and little Adam running inside the house," he answered with a smile and I just hugged him. "Now, let's make those babies," he said and scooped me in his arms.