168 Hours In Hell

ELOISE POV:

“Come on, one dance.” The people around us cheered asking for another dance. I looked at my handsome husband. He was wearing an open-neck silk shirt, tailored slacks, and a well-cut jacket.

My handsome man gave me his beautiful charming smile, stretching his hand towards me and then bowing in respect as I took his hand, and again we were in the center of the stage dancing.

“They just can’t get enough…” My husband chuckled, and I let out a small giggle while looking at the bunch of people we had invited for dinner before I would start my work again as a married woman.

I had been working in a news firm, writing different articles and covering breaking news. That's what I do. I went to Germany for an interview with a high-end man, where I met Theo. Theo worked for a well-known software engineering company. He is an engineer, a well-built, educated, intelligent man.

I was not someone easy to please but he had swept me over with his charms. In just two months, he proposed and the other week we were planning the wedding and got married the same week.

And then we went off to Paris for our dreamy honeymoon. Just now, I have returned to Manchester where I belonged and my work too. Thankfully, Theo is also soon joining me back here. I can’t stand long-distance relationships at all.

“It’s a long song, Eloise.” My husband murmured in my ears, taking away the memories of all the blissful times I had been counting just now.

I looked at him apologetically thinking he had been getting bored by my colleagues' unreasonable demands but when I looked into his eyes, I saw something intense and dark.

He reached down to my bottom, squeezing my hips gently and then he pushed his erection between my legs rubbing on the thin fabric of my dress.

I bit my lips suppressing a moan, Theo is a man, who could f**k me for twenty-four hours a day and I love the passion he has for me, he made me so horny yet desirable. I just can’t resist this man. I adored his beauty, his looks, and his boner which is currently rubbing between my thighs and touching my crotch from time to time.

I looked at my colleague with hesitation. What he is doing is too outrageous. I needed to remind him that we are in public.

“We are in public, Theo,” I whispered in his ear and he gave me a seductive grin, making my panties wet in an instant.

“I’ve paid the DJ fair money, can’t you see the lights are too dim, no one would be able to see what we are doing.” He whispers in my ear, his hand slowly trailing up and down my back.

I pulled away looking into his eyes which showed excitement and lust, mine too shining with the same excitement, I bit my lips and then leaned over him, “I’ve never done it in public.”

“Neither had I.” He gave me a huge smile and then his hand started to go down to my plunge neckline, pulling the cloth aside to reveal my one ni**le, and then he started to rub his finger on it, arousing me.

“They are so hard.” He said in awe and I tried to stifle my moan.

“This would be fun.” He whispered again leaning on me, his tongue indecently brushing my ear and I flinched from the sensation.

In a minute, he hiked up my skirt and then with a strong pull tore my silk sheer panties in an instant. “Ahh.” A surprised cry escaped my lips.

He put my panties in his pocket after sniffing them, my pu**y throbbed at his gesture, he loved to smell my arousal it turned him on.

He then pulled me to the corner near a pillar. I tried to look around to see if anyone was looking but it was too dark. Everyone is immersed in dancing or God knows if they decided to do the same thing me and my husband were doing.

Once he cornered me to the pillar, he pulled down both sides of my dress revealing my br**asts, he leaned down and circled my ni**Les with his tongue, “Ahh…” A moan escaped my lips and he quickly covered my mouth while his mouth remained on my ni**les assaulting my both br**sts again and again.