Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Asher’s POV

I was having a meeting with my team but I was bored out of my mind having it. This was a crazy time to be with them. I was barely concentrating with my wife walking around the room in a sexy gown which had a slit all the way to her bum.

There was no way I could concentrate with her looking like that. I dropped something on the ground and asked for her to help me pick it, which she tried to do, however, I tried slipping my hand into her last parts.

“Asher!” she gasped, slapping my hand away. “Focus on your meeting.”

But I didn’t want to. I wanted to have sex with her. I was so horny while looking at her that I felt like I would die if I didn’t have her.

“Can you guys give me one minute?” I asked before muting the conversation and going away from the computer to meet her. “Baby, I just need to have sex with you.

“I’ve been holding this for so many days now. In fact, this is the second month and I still haven’t had sex with you. You’re my wife, you can’t keep me like this.”

“I can’t do anything with your arm like that,” she said.

“I’m healing already. My arm is fine. Besides, I have another arm. I can work with this one.”

“You would do anything to have sex wouldn’t you?” she laughed. “Unfortunately, I am not going to risk your life because of ten to twenty minutes of hardcore fucking. Heal up and then we can break the bed if you want. This pussy isn’t going anywhere. It’s all yours.”

She kissed me before leaving the room. I looked down to see that I had a boner in the shorts I was wearing.

This was terrible.

I went back to the meeting to listen to them talk about the campaign which bored me out of my mind.

When I was done listening to them, I was so happy to tell them what I thought and rescheduled the meeting for another day.

I leaned back in my seat scrolling through my phone as I saw sexy pictures of her.

With a devious smile, I got into the bathroom pulling down my shorts to jerk off while thinking about her.

***

Days passed by and my hand healed up yet she was still so busy with other things to even consider me.

I would wake up and find out she was gone from the room. This was strange seeing as she was supposed to have sex with me instead she preferred doing her yoga classes.

I decided to confront her one day about it.

“Babe, we need to talk,” I grunted while she ran on the treadmill in the gym we had in the house.

“Sure,” she answered while panting. “What is it honey?”

“We still haven’t had sex. I’m getting tired of waiting for you.”

“We will have sex. We still have our makeup wedding party to host. Or did you forget? After that we’ll have sex.”

I had totally forgotten about that because I had been led by my dick instead of my brain.

In anger, I headed for the bathroom to jerk off again.

***

The party was created and security as usual made sure there was no one with weapons getting into the party. It was a nice intimate experience with small guests. We didn’t want the turnout to be too many. Also, the paparazzi were not invited.

This was supposed to be an intimate event and not a massive one.

We danced, cheered, sang, played games and spoke to each other’s families.

I got to talk for extended periods with Aurora.

She was fun when she was angry. She wanted to drink but she could not because her husband refused to give her anything to drink. This had her frowning as she cursed everyone who drank but her.

I also talked with her mother which was a frightening experience. I had to listen to her talk to me about taking care of her daughter when she had sold her to me before.

“You do know we are both at fault,” I smiled as the woman smacked my arm.

“Don’t say that to me, I am her mother.”

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Zendaya joined us as I smiled at her.

“What are you two talking about?” she asked.

“Nothing,” her mother said walking away.

“What’s wrong with her?” Zen asked.

“I don’t know. But your mother is so much joy that I can’t wait to have her over for parties.”

That was when she realized that something happened between us.

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” I laughed. “You don’t trust me.”

“I should trust you? I will when I finally know what you did to that poor woman.”

I laughed holding her close to me. “I love you.”

We kissed, joining the rest of the party until everyone left, leaning us alone in the middle, holding onto each other but kissing each other.

“Do you want to take this up a notch?” she asked with that naughty expression I had craved since we got married.

“Yep,” I answered as she led me to the room.

We kissed vigorously, tossing our clothing aside before facing each other in excitement over what we were about to do to our bodies.

She pushed me on the bed, turning the lights red as I saw her new lingerie which had ‘spank me daddy’ written all over it.

She did a little dance before grabbing my dick in my boxers and going on me.

It didn’t take me a minute before I exploded with pleasure.

I got up and tossed her on the bed for the main round.

This was going to be an amazing night, I thought to myself before slipping into her.

Her moans had me increasing my pace inside her.