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Stephano’s POV

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           “Welcome back home dears!” Natalia screamed in her pitchy voice as she engulfed Kara into a tight hug. I reached forward when she squeezed my wife, afraid she would squeeze her to death. Then at the last minute, I reminded myself that I had to tone it down with the protectiveness, after all, she was Kara’s mom.

I rolled my eyes at my overprotective self.

“Welcome home sir. Oh my, it’s nice that I chose to visit you on a Sunday and Andre himself is somewhere around. He’ll be picking us up at five.” Miranda told me with a beaming face and also went to hug Kara. Since she’s no longer staying with us, she had decided to visit us every now and then.

“Thank you Miranda.” I told her.

My eyes were on Kara. She was wearing a lose, large shirt with belt around her waist, and there was nothing under that long shirt except her bra and pantie.

I made her wear it after our special moment on the plane because I might have mistakenly tore off her beautiful red dress while we were making out, and succeeded in ruining it. I did tell her not to test me but what can I say?

She knew the right buttons to push and I’d become putty in her hands. Also, I had a thing with seeing Kara in red. I couldn’t help myself when she screamed my name and asked me to put my ‘dingly dingly’ in her. We really need to talk about her calling my dick ‘dingly dingly’.

One of the new helps Natalia had just gotten carried our bags and took them up. I already made sure Kara’s things were all transferred to my room when we were away. I couldn’t wait to sleep and wake up next to her.

“Oh my, you got a tan!” A voice giggled beside me and softly greeted me. I replied her with a ‘hmm.’

Kara turned around and her eyes widened. She ran and jumped into Pretti’s arms.

Because of her own wedding which taken place just days before ours, Preeti couldn’t attend our wedding even though Adrian sent an invite. During that period, Kara had been busy with the dresses and flavor of cake selection so she made Adrian and my mom deal with the invitation. Natalie had been in charge of the food and venue.

Preeti used to be a worker here but she met someone and fell in love with him. He was an Indian as well, and they moved back to India for their wedding.

“I’ve missed you! It’s a pity we had to miss each other’s wedding.”
Kara pouted. My breath hitched as a certain memory of her lips wrapped around me surfaced. Quickly, I cleared my throat and excused myself to go up and take a shower.

“Uh...you. Come here” I called one of the new house helps. She hurried over and ducked her head when she got to me.

“Y-yes sir?” she refused to look up even when I wasn’t talking and I was just staring at her. Was I that scary? I wasn’t even glaring, yet she was looking down and fidgeting.

I sighed. “Go down and tell my wife to come into our room right now.”

“Okay sir.” She scurried off.

I got into my-our room and stripped. I looked around with a smile. The room had been repainted from black to hot red and white. Kara didn’t like the idea of everything looking so..uh...dark. Her clothes were now in the walk-in wardrobe along with mine on the opposite side. Same with a few of her shoes and several of the ones I just got her before the wedding. The wardrobe was as large as a room anyway, so she could even keep a few more things if she wished.

Let’s just say I already prepared her things for when she would start working with me and got her some clothes along with other necessities. I knew she would throw a fit but I loved getting her things because she never asked me for anything. Well, that might be due to the fact that she had tons of cash in her account...but still.

I got into the bath that had been prepared and rested my head against the head of the bath tub, relaxing my muscles. My eyes fluttered close as I tried to clear my mind. I felt peace all around me. It was calming and relaxing.

“Stephano?” I opened my eyes after about five minutes of being alone in here to see Kara looking at me. Her eyelids were lowered.

“Love.” I eyed her in my shirt and smiled at her. Kara was the most simple woman I’d ever met. Even with all the designer clothes Kara had, she was still casually wearing my shirt after I mistakenly ruined her dress in the plane. I was blessed to have someone who didn’t just want to live a spoilt rich and princess kind of sophisticated lifestyle.

“You called for me.”

“Yes. Strip.” I told her. She looked tired but her face was glowing and a smile never left her beautiful face.

“I’m having a conversation with mama and Preeti right now. Bathe alone and I’ll come up to shower later.” She pouted and ran her eyes over me, heaving a sigh. The pout did it for me and I found myself bobbing my head at her words.

“Okay. You look tired though. Don’t stay too long. I’ll be in my library when you get back. I’ll wait for you to finish your shower before we eat.”

She furrowed her brows and leaned against the wall. She looked perfect against my cream tiled walls. And I loved the fact that she was in my shirt and wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt that stopped just above her knees; just her bra and pantie. “Or.... You could just eat without me...and then I’ll eat whe-”

“No babe. I won’t. I’ll wait for you and we’ll eat together.” I frowned at her idea.

So the first day we got back from our honeymoon, she wanted us to eat separately? There was nothing wrong with it but then I wanted to start doing couple things with my wife apart from just staying in and having sex all day. I wanted us to start eating, sleeping, discussing work and all that.

She heaved a sigh and went out, then came back a few minutes later. She was now just wrapped in a thick, white towel.

“You’re back...”

“Yes. Mama wants to go to the market with Mimi and Preeti is on a call. But most importantly, I want to bathe you and you have to eat before you even start working.” She informed me. I chuckled.

Did Kara just say she wanted to bathe me? Like she would be doing any other thing with her hands apart from rubbing them on my chest if she tried to bathe me. My bath tub was wide enough for her to get in without me scooting farther. She did just and went on her knees, bending to rest her lower body on my laps. Then she took off her towel and skillfully threw it on the tiled counter, only for me to discover that she was naked.

“This won’t work Kara.” I groaned.
“It will. Don’t always think of sex Stephano. I’m only bathing you.” She scolded, trying to look stern— which definitely didn’t work because all she managed was a look that made me squish her cheeks. She made a funny sound that I guessed was supposed to be a growl and I raised my hands up in surrender. 

Let’s not anger the wife so I can still at least get my desert before we go to bed later at night. Still as she slowly massaged my scalp, her breasts were now close to my face. I felt her hair on her shoulders and covered both nipples with the tips of her hair.

The sight reminded me of one of the stories we were told in Sunday school at church when I was younger— when I looked into that book, Eve the wife of Adam, had her hair covering her breasts like this. I scooped foam and covered her mound, remembering how the leaf in the Garden of Eden had been covering Eve’s most feminine parts.

Kara smelled of strawberry, just like she always did. When she gave me a stern look, I groaned and shut my eyes to ward off the thoughts.

Then a question popped into my mind. I knew it was silly, but I still had to ask. “How did you learn to pleasure a man?” I asked.

Kara gasped. She was now washing my abdomen.

“Stephano! What made you ask such a random question?” She hushed and stole a glance at the entrance as if someone was eavesdropping and might hear us.

“You always want to make conversation when we're supposed to be having sex so answer the question.” She blushed and it reached her neck. I chuckled at her innocence. What was there to be shy about?

We were married and had done far more than missionary position in bed.

“We’re not having sex now though.”

I gave her a bored look. “Answer the question.”

“Erm, I learnt it from someone.” She avoided my eyes.

I sat up like I’d just been electrocuted and gripped her shoulders firmly, not minding that she was sitting right on my boner. She still couldn’t meet my eyes and I felt intense anger begin to bubble in the pit of my belly. Fuck!

“Who the fuck taught you how to do such a thing? Why the fuck would you allow them teach you how to give a fuckin blowjob?!” I thundered, seeing red. The thought of her succulent lips wrapped around a cock that wasn’t mine was far too upsetting.

“St-Stephano, calm down. And stop cussing at me.” She hushed with wide eyes. The anger brewing in me intensified.

“Why the hell in hell should I calm down? Someone fuckin taught you how to give a blowjob and you even allowed it, willingly. Someone else taught my girl, my own woman. Why would you even think of learn-”

“Just shut up, okay?! Shut it!” She suddenly snapped and my lips clamped shut while I broodingly watched her. “It was Adrian. I..I asked her to teach...no, I begged her to teach me after I caught you getting off one afternoon and calling my name.”

Oh. I released her shoulders and looked past her head at the tiled walls, my anger subsiding. My cheeks reddened a little at her admission. Which of the times did she catch me? I did it a lot of times — especially after seeing her whenever she returned from school when I get back from work.

My mood always lifted, knowing she was around for a while before she had to leave again. Even though she was afraid of me all those times, I only got turned on whenever she jumped because I got to see her breasts jiggle in those big, loose dresses she loved wearing. And sometimes she would lick her plump lips while nervously replying my questions, making desire cloud through me as I would imagine those lips were wrapped around me later in the day.

“Did you tell her what you saw?” I murmured. My ears felt hot but I gave her a hard look, hoping she wouldn’t discover how embarrassed I was currently feeling.

She shook her head.

“Oh. Okay.” I murmured. She went back to washing my abdomen, this time more softly. “Also, what did you use to practice?” I tried to mask the jealousy in my tone so she wouldn’t snap at me like she’d done earlier.

“A small Cucumber Stephano,” she eyed me, then the side of her lips lifted up in a smirk. “What did you think? That I went and used someone’s di-”

“Complete that question and see if I don’t gag you with this right now.” I threatened and pointed to Stephano junior but gave her a playful caress on the breast. I could only try and look stern when I saw her smiling so widely like a little girl.

“So, why were you asking?”

“Your first time was amazing and I didn’t know you were that good, so I was surprised...”

“That doesn’t mean I couldn’t have learnt it from someone if I badly wanted to know.” She argued, making me chuckle.

“But you didn’t. I know what you can and can’t do.”

“Don’t be too confident, husby. I can be full of surprises you know?”

“Surprise me then.”

She gave a confident laugh. Then adjusted herself and the next second, she sunk down on me though it took a little effort, grasping me as we both moaned.

“This position has killed greater men.” I complained and rocked against her when she pecked my neck. I stared at Kara in a daze, admiring her cuteness as she
The only time I spoke for so long, if I remember correctly, was when I was admiring her body or fondling her, which I realized I did a lot. I rarely spoke but when it came to Kara, I always had a lot of things to say.

“Quit complaining. And only speak when I ask you to.” She commanded. I raised a brow, realizing she was reversing roles because of how I’d asked her to refer to me as ‘sir’, last two weeks at the beach in Dubai. I made a move to hold her waist but she swatted my hands away with a smirk.

“Don’t touch when I haven’t asked you to. I get to command you because I’m on top. Lastly, you’re to address me as ‘yes my lady’ only.”

My eyes shone. I loved the game Kara was playing and as long as she didn’t go overboard, I would allow her play as she wanted.

“Do you understand?!” Kara asked me sternly.

I bobbed my head and slowly rocked my hips upwards. I wanted more, but I let her be in control. She leaned in with her breast close to my nose.

“Suck!”

“That’s my girl.” I made a move to wrap my lips around her nipple but she glared at me and leaned back.

“Uh...Kara…” I gulped. Damn. She was hot with the look she was giving right now.

“What did I ask you to use when addressing me?” She gripped me with her folds and bounced again.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied distractedly. She moaned.

“Yes my lady!” Kara corrected me.

“Oh. Yes my lady.” I groaned, my mouth already watering to have her smooth skin back on mine. She was such a tease.

“Good. Now suck.” She commanded and leaned in to me with a domineering look on her face. I leaned in quickly, hungrily and started rocking once again, while sucking so desperately and earning the sounds I loved spew off her lips. When her chest pushed forward into my mouth, I grabbed the other breast in my hand.

Maybe I should be careful with her breasts. What if they became flat because I was always fondling them? I would stop by at the hospital and make an inquiry about it. I would’ve asked Dr. Pierce but that would be a bit embarrassing since he’s known us for years.

“Stephano...” Kara gripped onto my shoulder and resumed her actions, kissing me fervently and tugging on my hair in that way that drove me wild. I pulled away to catch my breath, breathing hard.

“Allow me ma’am.” I said huskily and without waiting for her response, I grabbed her waist and started slamming her down on me, slapping her butt cheeks in the process. I knew how far she could go but she was now going a bit deeper on me than when we first made love.

“Do you love what I do to you? How I get to make you scream my name while doing these things to you? How I get to slip into you very early in the morning as a wake up signal and slide slowly into you before you close your eyes at night? How my cock awakens every nerve in your body whenever you feel me growing hard against you?”

“Yes I do, baby. You know I do. I love every single minute. Your possessiveness is overboard but I love it when you show me who I belong to.” She groaned, biting my shoulder to muffle her sounds.

Satisfied, I pulled her up to the peak and slammed her down on me again. I couldn’t last long in this position because she was taking the lead and it was so fucking hot. It was a good thing she knew whom she belonged to. She was mine alone, my Kara Sofia Stephano Alfonsi, my woman, mine.

Immediately I released and flooded her walls with my hot, milky essence, she same right after and gripped me tightly with her folds, making me release every last shot into her womb at the sweet sensation. After the first night and the day after we’d had sex, we had gone to the hospital to get her on birth control because I wanted to have my wife all to myself for at least a year or two.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her for too long and a baby would split her attention into two.

Kara sighed in content and groaned when she pulled off me.

“I’m still not used to you yet.” She looked down at a half limp Stephano junior and smiled.

“You have all the time you can get.” I returned her smile, already imagining all the positions we could use. Reading some new erotica one shots and learning new bedroom tricks could help too.

“Sure. That treatment was for being a good boy when I was bathing you. You bathe me all the time but this is my first time of bathing you and surprisingly, you behaved.”

My smile widened. “You wound me, baby. Am I a good boy or good man?”

Her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. “Oops, my apologies. Good man, manly in every way.” She blushed.

“Welcome to the bathers club my darling wife. We still have the rest of our lives to bathe each other.” My eyes crinkled as I smiled. The thought of us being together for the rest of our lives was thrilling. I bathed her quickly because my dad had called when we were on our way home and asked me to call him when I got home and settled.

“Now let’s get you out of here before you catch a cold.” My wife kissed me and we left the bath together with her asking me if I wanted to have grapes before or after meal.

I love my wife