The Substitute Wife

The Substitute Wife

Part Three

By Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

Copyright 2012

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Table of Contents:

Part Three

Series Epilogue

Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy

About the Author

The Substitute Wife – Part Three

Opening my eyes in the darkness, I looked over at the alarm clock to see that it was 4:13 in the morning.

I’d adapted to my husband’s wake-up time of 4:15 to the point that I now woke a few minutes before the alarm. Reaching over and turning it off, I momentarily rolled back into Hank’s strong arms. His hairy forearms and biceps closed around my waist. The sound of his soft snoring filled my ears over the hum of the air conditioner. When we slept, he always held me tightly, just like this, and it was nothing short of heavenly. If I moved more than a couple of inches away from him at night, Hank would wake from the deepest of sleeps and reach for me. He had told me more than once that he’d be unable to sleep a wink without his arms around me.

How could you not love a man when he told you something like that?

Hank’s bulging arms, muscular chest, and gentle snoring always made me feel so safe and secure.

Now at thirty-nine, my husband, Hank was all the man that I ever needed or wanted. With a broad and muscular frame, he stood proudly at 6 foot, 5 inches. He had the sexiest chest, compelling blue eyes, and dark hair. On the other hand, I was blond, slender, and stood at only 5 foot, 8. And today, I would turn nineteen.

Our love story wasn’t a conventional one because Hank had been my stepfather. Although he still liked for me to call him Daddy sometimes, he was legally my husband in every way possible. After my no-good, white trash mother, Angie, had left me with Hank, I’d incorrectly thought that it was the end of the world… To my delight and relief, Hank had stepped up and taken care of me and we’d formed a close bond. Eventually, that bond became love and Hank had claimed me as his. Now, I was proudly Austin Ford.

I’ve said it before, but you could set a watch by my Hank. As I snuggled back against him, my husband’s ten-inch alarm lodged in between my cheeks. Hungry for it, I wiggled my ass against his thick shaft. His throbbing cock was leaking precum, moistening my smooth crack and my sensitive pink hole. I snaked down his body under the covers and he muttered my name in his slumber. “Austin.”

With my head disappearing under the comforter, I couldn’t help but smile. Hearing the man you love call your name in his sleep was an incredible feeling and not to mention an extremely romantic form of validation. As I moved between his legs, I took his prick into my hand before closing my lips around the head. Above the sheet, Hank moaned.

My tongue flicked around the bulbous crown. As the musky scent of his sex filled my nostrils, I lapped under Hank’s foreskin, tasting his salty precum. Hank mumbled my name again, and his hands found the back of my head. His thick, calloused fingers laced through my hair.

I swallowed his cock to the root and he gasped. “Oh, yeah, sweet boy,” his husky voice was full of his growing need, “suck your man’s cock!” Thrusting his hips, he rammed his prick in and out of my mouth. “Show your man how much you love his meat!” he grumbled.

Relaxing his grip in my hair, I bobbed up and down on his cock, slurping and sucking. Naturally, I was hard, but I wasn’t worried about my dick. I liked Hank to cum at least once or twice before I got off. He was the man, and I was his boy, so I always strove to take care of husband’s needs first.

Pulling the covers off, Hank continued to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth until his prick started to swell with his impending release.

“No!” He slowed. “I wanna fuck you and shoot my load in your hole!” He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Get up on your hands and knees!”

Doing as I was told, I shifted onto all fours and Hank moved in behind me. Spreading my ass cheeks with his large hands, Hank dove into my ass with his tongue.

“Ohhhh, Sir!” I moaned as he teased my ring. My hole was still sore from the night before when Hank had tied me to our bed and fucked me three times, but I always wanted more. I could feel the coarse hair of his scruff igniting the skin around my entry. “Eat my pussy, Daddy!” I screamed out.

In between tongue-stabs against my wet ring, Hank growled. “Gonna get your hole wet for Daddy’s cock!”

“Yes!” I exclaimed as his tongue worked deeper into my wanton ass.

“You taste so good,” he grumbled. “I could feast on your hole all day and night, baby!”

“I love you, Sir!” I gasped as his tongue seemed to reach new depths inside my clenching entry.

“I love you too, boy!”

Without warning, Hank shifted and replaced his tongue with the tip of his monster cock. He rubbed the head against my quivering slit, smearing his precum and adding more natural lube to my ring.

Grabbing my waist, my husband drove his cock into my ass.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed out.

I’d taken Hank’s cock into my ass countless times within the last year, but it still made me yelp. The oversized crown and the wrist-sized shaft stretched open my insides.

“Fuck yeah!” he howled. “Take my cock!”

“Yes, Sir!” I wailed.

Spreading my folded legs apart, Hank buried his entire length inside me, thrusting his unyielding prick in and out of my ass.

“Squeeze it!” he demanded.

Obediently, I used my well-trained ass muscles and gripped his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it!”

Slamming my ass, Hank repeatedly long-dicked me, driving his uncut cock all the way in and then all the way out while I whimpered. With each pump, the massive head grazed against my spot, making my body shudder with ecstasy. He began a slow and relentless pounding of my ass.

“Take your husband’s cock like a wife should, boy!”

“Yes!” I wailed. “Fuck me, please!”

Suddenly, his cock swelled and throbbed. Panting, Hank began to grunt.

“Gonna shoot!” he hollered.

“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me!” I screamed out as his width and length stretched my anal walls even more.

“Take my load, boy!” The first of his morning cum fired like a cannon from the massive head. “Fuck, yeah!”

Wad after wad of Hank’s essential ooze filled my hole. I could feel the intense flood of liquid heat filling me while his cock continued to impale my trembling body. Swirling around in my tunnel, his morning batch was thick and abundant. When his thrusts slowed, Hank collapsed on top of me with his cock still buried in my ass.

“I love you, Austin,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Sir…”

Like I did almost every morning, as Hank got in the shower, I picked out Hank’s clothes for the day.

With my husband’s sticky cum buried inside me, I slipped on my white Hanes briefs and hurried into the kitchen to start breakfast. Right on schedule, I looked at the clock on the stove and it was 4:35. Hank wouldn’t be making his appearance in our kitchen for another 25 minutes, but he would be expecting his breakfast waiting on him. After eating, and sometimes another quick blowjob or fuck, my husband was usually on his way out the door by 5:30. This morning’s menu was fried eggs, bacon, hash browns, and butter toast.

I was so proud of Hank. He’d always been hard-working, but now he owned and operated his own construction business. He was an awesome breadwinner.

As I put down Hank’s full plate on the table in the kitchen, I looked to the door from the hallway with a smile on my face. On cue, my brawny hunk of a husband swaggered into the kitchen wearing a black t-shirt, his faded blue jeans, and his size 14 cowboy boots. He still made my mouth water.

“Breakfast looks good, babe,” he muttered, slapping my brief-covered ass and giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

Sitting down, Hank began to eat. After going quickly through his first cup of coffee, I poured him another.

“Today is a big day, huh, boy?” he asked, putting his arm around my waist and resting it on my ass.

“Tomorrow is even bigger,” I shot back playfully.

“I can’t imagine a bigger day than the one when a boy as sweet and as beautiful as you was brought into this old world,” Hank offered genuinely.

I blushed. “I can think of a better day,” I said, putting the coffee pot on the stove.

“And what’s that?”

“The day you married me and gave me your last name... Which just happens to be tomorrow.”

“I reckon we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one,” Hank said, pulling me onto his lap. “Both are fine days, though.”

I put my arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed me.

“Oh, we’re having some people over to celebrate your birthday tonight,” he announced.

“Really?” I questioned. This came as a surprise. “I wish you’d have told me. I’d planned on polishing your boots, shaving my legs, and doing some cleaning tonight… I guess that I’ll need to run to K-Mart and cook up a storm today.”

“No—no—no!” Hank exclaimed. “You ain’t cooking today! This party is to celebrate your birthday! I’m picking up the cake, some beer, and one of them party platters from Kroger. Ms. Woaweesa is taking care of the rest.”

“Wow!” I gasped. “You planned all this for me?”

“Yeah,” Hank replied, looking at me incredulously. “You’re my boy... I love you. This is your birthday, so I’m gonna make this special for you.”

“I’m touched, Sir.”

“Austin, you’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been in all my life! I’ve never had anyone take care of me like the way you do. You obey my word, you cook and clean for me, and you love me like no one ever has. You’re everything to me, boy.”

Tears emerged, flowing from my eyes. “Oh, Hank!” I sobbed. “You don’t know how much that means to hear you say that!”

He rolled his eyes. “Stop them waterworks, Austin,” he ordered. “Ya know that seeing ya cry tugs at my heartstrings.”

“Sorry,” I replied reluctantly, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “I just love you so much.”

“And I love you too, boy,” Hank countered. “Ms. Woaweesa wanted to keep it a secret, but I didn’t want ya to have some big meal waiting for me when I got home tonight. So act surprised!”

“Anything you say,” I replied, holding him closely and kissing him on the cheek. “So who all is coming?”

“Ms. Woaweesa, of course,” he began. “My secretary, Tonya, her husband, and their baby… Also, that couple we went to dinner with last week: Coach Murdock and his boy, Rob Hill.”

“I like Coach Murdock and Rob. They’re a lot like us.”

“True. Brick is my age and his boy, Rob, is yours. I do like the fact that there are other couples out there like me and you... Remember, Brick is Rob’s wrestling coach, so they’re not as open as me and you.”

“I won’t forget, Sir.”

“That’s my boy,” Hank said, kissing me again.

“So,” I began playfully pouting. “You still gonna love me as much as ya do when I turn 19?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Are ya saying that I’m one of them chicken hawks?” Hank grinned.

“If the shoe fits, Daddy,” I teased.

“I’m gonna get you for that!” Hank laughed, tickling my exposed stomach and ribs.

Giggling and twisting, I jumped from his lap and ran from him. Leaping from the chair, Hank was just a few steps behind me. Grabbing me, he put his hand over my mouth while I wiggled my ass against his crotch.

“I’m gonna teach ya a lesson for calling me a chicken hawk, boy!” Hank growled into my ear.

I could feel his cock getting hard in his jeans.

While holding me close to him, Hank reached into the kitchen drawer and grabbed a few items with his free hand. Letting go of my mouth, he pulled my wrists behind me and quickly tied them together at the small of my back over the waistband of my briefs.

My cock sprang to life in my underwear. “You not wanting me to get away, Daddy?” I jested.

“No, boy!” he grunted.

I listened as he ripped off a piece of duct tape. Then he put it over my lips, sealing them together. I couldn’t help but moan because I loved it when Hank tied me up.

Grabbing me by the arm, Hank dragged me back to the kitchen chair. He sat down and jerked me across his lap. Squirming, I was positioned with my ass squarely over his legs. I detected his cock throbbing in his jeans.

“When I heard that sassy mouth of yours, it occurred to me that ya need your birthday spanking!”

I moaned into the tape gag. Helpless over my husband’s lap, I knew what was coming next... Raising his hand, Hank slapped the cheeks of my bubble butt.

“One!” He paused, striking again and again. “Two! Three! Four!”

I loved when he spanked me.

“Five! Six!” he continued, whacking my ass.

Jerking my briefs down over my smooth cheeks, Hank exposed my reddening ass. He paused, running his rough hands over my soft skin. “Beautiful,” he muttered.

I moaned again.

“Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!” he continued, making my ass sting.

“Eleven, Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!” He was putting his strength into my birthday spanking.

When the intensity of his swats increased, his cock jumped underneath my stomach. My heart was slamming in my chest and my breath quickened.

“Sixteen! Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! And one to grow on!” he concluded.

Hank’s hands began to play with my ass and his fingers opened my crack. The tip of his middle digit found my cum-filled entry and he inserted his finger into my hole.