Dale’s Arrange Wife (ENGLISH VERSION)

IT’S BEEN three months since it happened. I kept myself from touching Lauren or feeling arousal from her. Every time she wants me to pleasure her we just do the same as before.

As long as I can, I really don’t want to touch her even though sometimes I feel that she indicates that she wants to. I can’t blame her, her carnal desire awakens because of me.

Anyway, I’m a fool if I don’t feel lust especially when we’re in the middle of making her happy. But as long as I can I tried to control myself. I locked myself in a comfort room to release myself. I don’t even admit to Lauren that I’m doing that because I don’t want her to be offended and think that I prefer to do it on my own than with her.

We are good, we are back to how we were before. We eat outside, watch movies, hang out and go shopping. We were able to go out of town.

I just came from the office. When I entered there was no Lauren to greet me. It’s surprising because usually when I come home, she greets me.

“Lauren?” I went straight to the room and she had just come out of the bathroom.

“Oh, you’re here, hubby. Sorry if I didn’t meet you.” I frowned when I saw her hair wet.NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Did you take a shower?” I wondered. It’s too early to shower.

“Yeah.” She took the bag from my hand but I immediately noticed her clinging to me.

I just shook my head when she turned around to get some clothes because I seemed to know what she wanted to happen. Here she is again, trying to seduce me.

“Here, hubby.” She gave me my dress and she couldn’t save me from taking off her dress so her chest was exposed a little.

I took my dress and then entered the bathroom to get dressed. When I came out I saw Lauren sitting on the bed but her thigh was exposed.

“Hubby.”

“Hmph.” She stood up and then came to me. “Why?” But instead of answering me, she holds my arms. I just gasped especially when I smelled her freshly bathed skin.

“Do you need something, wife?” I tried to steady myself because I didn’t want to get carried away by her seduction. “You want me to please you?” I ask.

“I want us to please each other.” She caressed my chest down to my belly.

“Lauren, stop.” I pushed her slightly and then headed for the door to go out but she blocked the door. “Lauren!” I was annoyed to call her name.

“You will not come out. We will do that. We will make each other happy.”

“Didn’t you understand? I do not want!” I said.

“You don’t want or are you afraid of hurting me?”

“Both. So moved and I will go out.” But to my surprise, she took off her clothes only to find out that she did not wear undergarments. Her whole body was exposed. Her perfect curve is as if carved. Her perfect skin says hi.

“Wear your dress, Lauren.”

“I do not want. Make love with me.”

“There is no love between us!”

“Then fuck me!”

“Why are you so excited to have sex?! Call Hendrick and let him fuck you!” But she didn’t answer. I was shocked when Lauren touched her breast and massaged it in front of me. “Stop that.”

“I want you, Dale.” Her nipples are erect in front of me. She moved her hands down to her core. She showed me how she places herself. “I want you inside of me, hubby.” She moans.

“Stop it!” Well, who’s a fool who can resist her?

I clenched my fist. I clenched my fists so tightly. My head started to spin and little by little my vision was getting dark. I don’t want to be like this, I don’t want to anymore. I don’t want to be her shadow until now or forever. I wanted to forget everything.

“Please stop, wife, please don’t make me a monster.” I close my eyes. A lot of scenarios I see. My brain is getting confused and little by little my pet is waking up and I know that any moment from now I will go crazy again and do something wrong to my wife. That I want to keep and protect against myself.

“Please, wife, don’t do this to me. I don’t want to be a beast. Stop reminding me how monster I am. I don’t want to be her shadow until now. I need your help.”

“Hubby.” I feel someone hug me and wipe my tears. “Hubby?” When I opened my eyes, Lauren was already in front of me and was already wearing a robe.

“I don’t want to be like this anymore. I don’t want.” My tears fell one after the other while pleading with her. “I don’t want it anymore, wife.”

“I’m sorry hubby.” I was crying while she stood rubbing my back. “Shh! Sorry, hubby.”I don’t know how many minutes we were in that position. I just found myself sitting on the bed with a glass of water in my hand.

“Hubby?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I am willing to listen.”

“Lauren, I can’t.”

“I won’t judge you. I am a friend, remember? A best friend.” I bent down and held her hand tightly. She does the same to me so I blew deeply. “Hubby, reduce what you’re carrying because I’m here.”

“Someone abused me when I was fifteen.” I look at her who is just looking at me. I waited for her reaction but she just smiled at me and held my hand even more. “A person that I treated like a second mother.”

“Hubby?”

I was in high school when that happened. She is my science teacher. In the first and second years, my grades were high in science. When I was in my third year, I was faced with a terror teacher, but my school record was good. And I’m her favorite of all.

During first grading my grades were ok, but when doing second grading they dropped especially when doing third grading. I can’t find any reason because nothing has changed in my performance. I even improved it. But she told me that I missed something.

It’s not a big deal to my parents though they are also surprised in the end the blame is on me because I was the one who was negligent. But since I wanted to catch up, I did everything until my science teacher said that I needed her one on one tutor so I could catch up.

My parents agreed and so I did. Instead of our house, my teacher offered to do it at school after class, two-three hours a day. And the first week, everything was ok. I know I’m doing or getting everything right. But little by little I noticed that my teacher was different. She often touches me and sometimes she sticks her chest to me.

I am fifteen so somehow I already know about such things but I just ignore them. Until we got to the topic of human organs, including the private parts of men and women—-and that’s where it all started.

She taught me how to please a woman, her spot, how to tickle her, how to make her wet, to make her reach her orgasms. Until she did the same to me. She pleases me by using her mouth.

At first, I wanted to report it because I knew it was wrong. But she told me that if I did that we would be embarrassed. I was just going to ruin our last name so I let him do what she was doing. Until later I also liked what she was doing to me.

But the situation got worse because not only did we have oral sex, but she also allow me to claim her. I’m not skilled and I don’t know what to do but he taught me what I should do. The worst part is when I make a mistake she ties me up and punishes my penis.

She likes something different. She is too wild. She likes the one who hurts her and she likes the one who tortures her. She told me that’s what girls want. And that’s what I should do with her and the rest of my women. Everything she said I did until gradually I liked it.

I regained my grade in the fourth grade and rose above everyone else. But she told me we have to do that even though I’m in a different year and even though she’s no longer my science teacher. And because I was still young and eager for the call of the flesh because of the first experience, I made a way for her to sleep.

Little by little I learned everything she wanted. But I also notice that I lose myself when I touch her. I only noticed after we had sex that he had bruises and scars on her neck and hands. Until she showed me the video she recorded and I couldn’t believe I could do something like that.

I thought there was nothing wrong. It’s normal for a man to be like that when hit with arousal. So I was happy because I got what she wanted and what I had to do. Until Dylan caught us and reported us. She got kicked out of school and I know she went to jail.

Since I have learned such a thing I occasionally look for women. But everyone has the same complaint about me. That’s how sadistic I am in bed. Only then did I know that it was wrong, that what I was doing was not right, that I was not normal.

But it’s too late because I don’t know how else to change. I can’t do anything to change because every time my appetite is aroused I lose myself until I do something wrong. And even if I want to fix myself, I don’t know how.

“Hubby?”

“I’m sorry, wife. I hope you don’t judge me because of my past?” She tapped my hand and smiled at me.

“It will never happen.”