The next time I got a call from Sonya was at around six AM, while I was still quite asleep. I groaned as I put my phone to my ear, Elizabeth curled up at my side. Charlie, fortunately, did not wake up for the sound, even though he was in our room at the time. "What is it?" I asked.

"Ah, shit, were you in bed?"

"As much as one can be with a three month old," I replied quietly. "What is it?"

"I'm incredibly sorry, it won't happen again," she said, hurriedly. "I just got back home from doing some stuff and didn't realize how early it was. I'm a real early riser. I should have remembered you're not."

"Please, tell me what you called for," I said. Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open, and I absently ran my fingers through her hair.

"I was just calling to say hi, see if you wanted to see me before work this morning. Or I could show up at your office, we could do something there."

I put the phone on mute and gestured for Elizabeth to speak. "Is that Sonya?" She asked. I nodded. "Can you make it so she doesn't wake us up at..." she took my wrist, turning the watch she'd made to face her. "Six oh seven? Can your powers do that?" She asked it in a way that was simultaneously exasperated and deeply tired.

"I can," I told her, patting her head softly, and she slumped her head back on my chest, trying to go back to sleep.

"Ah, Papi?" Sonya's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Sorry, you woke the wife," I told her. "She's easily woken, with the baby."

"I'm going to hang up now," I told her. "I'll call you back at a more reasonable hour."

"Ah, okay, sorry, Pa-" I hung up before she could finish. She sounded very desperate, which was good for my goals, but also bad for my ability to sleep. Still, Elizabeth hummed a little as she snuggled back up on me, the two of us getting in one last bit of shuteye before Charlie started crying again.

I didn't call Sonya back until my lunch break, and she answered her phone on the first ring. "Hello, Sonya," I said, in a banal tone of voice.

"Hi, Papi," she said. "Want to grab some lunch? I can treat you again." It was almost brazen, how quickly she wanted to shove her behavior under the rug.

"No, not today," I said. "I'm a bit busy with the wife today, and tomorrow." The implications were obvious. "Please, don't call me before nine again in the future. I honestly thought you were more mature than that kind of thing."

I could practically hear the wince on the other end of the line. "It was one mistake, Papi, don't be so angry."

It was interesting, having her squirm like that. Certainly, it did give me an erection. "I'm not angry," I told her. "I'll come by your place after dinner tomorrow, and tell my wife it's a late night meeting."

I worried I was laying it on too thick, but she took it on the chin. "Alright, see you then, Papi. Want I should call you before then?"

I took a second to respond, then two. I was enjoying the power I held over her, even if it was risky to exert it too blatantly. She wasn't Elizabeth, after all. "I'll call you if anything comes up," I decided on. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Papi," she said.

I went home to eat with my wife and family. Once the meal was done, I left Nara with the children and guided Elizabeth back to our bedroom. She smiled, wiggling her hips a little as she walked to entice me that little bit further, and I gave her ass a quick grope.

I took a seat in the comfortable chair next to the bed, and she immediately knelt in front of it, knowing what I wanted from years of experience. Her fingers diligently undid my belt, and she smiled up at me lovingly, painted red lips curled up in a smile as she pulled my hard cock out. "I really love sucking you off, darling," she said. She leaned forward and slurped my cock into her throat without further ado, grinding her nostrils against my pubic hair, really pushing herself that extra bit as she did so.

I groaned, fingers digging into the armrests, panting a little. "I talked to Sonya earlier," I told her, and her blue eyes flicked up to me, curious. "She was very sorry that she called so early," I explained, making Elizabeth smile with her eyes up at me, her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock. "Even moreso when I told her I wouldn't be meeting her today."

At that point, Elizabeth promptly came, twitching, hips bucking as she held her lips around the base of my cock, her nostrils flaring. I ran my fingers lovingly through her hair as her eyelashes fluttered with erotic need and desire. "That's a good girl," I soothed, leaning back in my seat. "You really like degrading other women, don't you?" I teased.

She pulled off my cock, licking the head, stroking it to keep me hard, before speaking up. "I like it when you put them in their place," she practically breathed out. "It's incredibly sexy," she noted, kissing my cockhead softly, "knowing you care about me that much." She then wrapped her lips around my cockhead and started to slide up and down, tilting her head and my cock a little, her drool slowly running down the underside as she focused on her work.

I let my fingers run through her hair, softly petting her as she sucked me off, enjoying the feeling of her tongue sliding left and right on the underside of my cock. "Of course I care about you, Ellie," I told her. "I love you." She squirmed a bit at that, panting around my cock, her wet breaths tickling it. "You're the mother of my children, the woman I chose to make my wife. I could have had literally any woman, and I chose you." She came, sputtering and moaning on my dick, eyes rolling up in pleasure as her thighs twitched from the pleasure.

I reached down for her hair, drawing it into an impromptu ponytail before starting to simply fuck her face, her eyes rolling around in her head in the process, drool splashing on the chair and ground as I fucked her up and down. She sputtered in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm, and then her hands came up to my thighs, groping them for purchase and out of sheer sexual desire, her gaze almost delirious with pleasure as I simply fucked her throat, filling it with my cock again and again, making her orgasm and moan over and over.

I enjoyed the exquisite feeling of it for several minutes, until a glance downward showed her juices slowly sliding down her inner thighs. "You're making a bit of a mess," I pointed out.

Her hands left my thighs and she peeled up her dress, pulling it over her waist, smiling with her eyes as she showed off that she wasn't wearing panties. I groaned at that, starting to fuck her harder, and the sudden increase in pace made her orgasm again, moaning in pleasure around my dick, eyes rolled up as I used her throat like it was her cunt.

The sight of her kneeling before me, absolutely submissive like she loved to be, was incredibly erotic, pushing me to start to dirty talk to add to both our pleasures. "You're such a sexy, obedient wife," I breathed out, and she nodded on my dick, twisting it in her throat in the process. "You're what every woman should aspire to be for her husband, loving, loyal, sexual, sensual," I explained, and she came again, sputtering a little around my dick, my spit splashing onto her knees and the floor as I continued to fuck her mouth. "And you will always, always, rank higher in my heart than that bitch Sonya," I added, and she came again in the midst of the first, her eyes rolling up in her head as she bucked and panted beneath me.

I couldn't take it any more; I held my cock just past her lips and started to erupt in her mouth, even in the midst of her orgasm. Her lips curled up in a loose smile as I covered her tongue in a layer of my sticky seed, and when I pulled out, she showed it to me, tilting her head back, holding her tongue out for a moment, before pulling it back in and swallowing. "I hope you enjoyed yourself, darling," she noted, with a smile, rising from her knees with a kind of natural elegance that somehow wasn't interrupted by the trail of her juices running down her thighs.

I nodded, swallowing. "I always do, with you."

She smiled at that, as she collected some tissue paper and cleaned the area, giving me a bit of a show in the process, before grabbing a fresh set of panties and putting them on, letting her dress fall down in the process. She leaned over towards me, kissing my cheek tenderly, patting my face as I caught my breath. "Enjoy yourself with Sonya too. I want you to be happy." She paused. "It's alright if I go help Nara, right, darling?"

I nodded a few quick times, and she smiled brightly at that, heading off. It took me a couple more minutes before I felt steady enough to stand.

The next day, after a delicious dinner, fuck, and shower with my lovely wife, I got in my car and called up Sonya as I started to head over to her place. "Ay, Papi," she said, the moment she answered the phone. "You coming over now?"

"I am," I told her. "Sorry about being busy the past couple days, I think the wife might have gotten a bit suspicious with you calling so early." The line simultaneously helped soothe any issues she may have had with my behavior, and reinforced that it was her fuckup that was responsible.

"Ah, it's okay, Papi," she noted. "I'm not some clingy puta who's gonna whine every time you gotta take some time for yourself. I got my own stuff going on, I can handle myself."

"Glad to hear it," I told her. "I should be there in about fifteen minutes."

"Alright, Papi. I'll be ready." Her voice was sultry, seductive. All she really had found the opportunity to offer thus far was sex and availability, so she was doubling down on both. Plus the necklace for my wife, I suppose, though that was really more a signal of her willingness to play the part of the other woman.

"I hope so," I told her, before hanging up.

When I arrived at her apartment, I rapped on the door. "Come in," she shouted from what sounded like the bedroom. I opened the door, closing and locking it behind me, before heading deeper inside, finding Sonya lounging on the bed in black lingerie that showed off and enhanced her every curve and hid just a few key inches of flesh. "Like what you see, Papi?" She asked, smiling at me, shaking her chest a little to make her tits sway enticingly.

"I do," I told her, taking off my jacket and throwing it onto a nearby chair, starting to unbutton my shirt as I approached her on the bed. She licked her lips, looking me up and down, her gaze on my naked chest as it slowly came into view. She remained lying on the bed, watching me disrobe with a predatory, hungry gaze.

"Bet your wifey doesn't give you this kind of treatment," Sonya said, glancing up at me. "She seemed like the frigid type."

"My wife is very sexually rapacious, actually," I explained, as I pulled off my belt, tossing it in a pile with the rest of my clothes. Her gaze went to my groin as I started to remove my pants. "You'd be surprised at how she much she will come easily and often when we're together." I undetectably exerted my power on her as I said those words.

"Yet you're still here, Papi," Sonya said. "I don't think it's just for my tits. I think you're trying to play up how great your wife is, get me feeling competitive." She hummed softly to herself. "Well, it's working," she said, with a seductive smile as I finally removed my underwear, my hard cock popping out. She licked her lips at the sight of it.

I walked over to her on the bed, gripping her hair, making her hiss a little in surprise as I simply forced her around, so her plump rump was presented to me, her lacy black lingerie hiding her sex. I pulled it away without hesitation, leaving it tangled around her ankles, and simply directed my cock at her waiting sex, pushing myself into her in a slow movement. She was tight, as I pressed in, her sex wrapped surprisingly taut around my cock, and I groaned.

"You like, Papi?" She asked, her voice lusty.

I used my grip on her hair to push her face down into the pillows, starting to fuck her roughly, one hand on her butt. "I like," I breathed out, enjoying the exhilarating feeling of sexually dominating a woman with so much power, both physical and social, without so much as a single command to actually make her like it. My cock pounded her sex, finding her unbelievably tight, resisting each push and providing an exquisite massage each time I pushed past that resistance to penetrate her. "I like it a lot," I said, giving her ass a quick swat, making her let out a shockingly feminine squeak of surprise at the touch.

I smirked at that, fucking her into the bed, enjoying her muffled sounds of pleasure, surprise, and a faint hint of pain. She was so fucking tight I would have believed she was a virgin, had I not fucked her earlier myself. My free hand - the one that wasn't holding her face in the bed - ran along her tattoos, which seemed a fair bit lighter than they had been the last time I'd seen them. For a moment, I figured it was the lighting or some kind of makeup, but then the realization came that tattoos weren't really organic, so how her power handled them would probably be less than perfect. The connection to her tightness and eagerness to please me quickly bubbled to the surface; was this a new body she'd made just for me to enjoy?

That thought made my cock throb inside her, and I got rougher, faster, really pushing her face into the bed, my free hand groping one of her fat tits, squeezing it in my hand with a casual sadism. "You feel really fucking tight," I told her, and I could see her cheeks heat up at that. "Did you miss me that much?" There was a moment's hesitation, then she nodded into the bed, squirming beneath me. My cock throbbed again at those words, and I leaned over her, licking her neck, and I finally let go of my grip on her head, letting her lean up, panting as I continued to fuck her.

"I'm extra tight just for you, Papi," she explained, her breathing heavy as she took in deep breaths. Her tits bounced back and forth beneath her, a lewd jiggling that added to the pleasure of fucking her so hard and rough. "I hope you enjoy."

"I do," I told her, a rough growl in my throat, biting down on her neck, nibbling on the proffered flesh with roughness and force. She mewled beneath me, finally orgasming for the first time, her tight cunt becoming even tighter as her body shivered and shook beneath me, erect nipples scraping at my palms as she came. Each thrust was an exquisite pleasure of forcing my way past her body's natural resistance as she became tighter and tighter with each wave of pleasure running through her body, her hips bucking up against me, her panting noisy as I pounded her.

The strength in her arms left her at around the same time her orgasm finished, a low sigh escaping her lips as she collapsed back onto the bed, cheek against the blankets. I didn't stop fucking her for a second, simply enjoying her sexy body, the unbelievable tightness with which her sex gripped my cock adding a unique and exquisite pleasure to what I was going through. My hands remained on her breasts, groping one between either set of fingers, enjoying the doughy, plentiful feel of them, as they bounced in my hands, as she hissed and panted in pleasure and pain from my rough use of her body.

She never complained, of course, just taking it all, her eyes a little unfocused as I fucked her roughly, as she simply allowed me to use her body for no reason other than in the hopes of pleasing me, of showing me her value and worth with her needy tight cunt.

I fucked her for what felt like hours, making her squeak and whimper on the bed from the sheer roughness of it all. The fact that I'd fucked my wife shortly before coming by helped provide me with the endurance I needed, as well as adding an erotic flavoring to the current sensations I was experiencing. She came several more times, panting and moaning as she submitted to the relentless assault, as I groped and played with her tits and ass while fucking her into the bed.

When I finally did come, I grabbed the back of her head again, pushing her into the bed's blankets roughly as I ejaculated as deep into her as I could, groaning in the process, my nostrils flaring at the simple, yet exquisite, feeling of filling up a willing woman's cunt with a thick load of cum. When I was completely spent, I pulled out, and collapsed onto the bed alongside her, panting and catching my breath.

Sonya seemed happy to let me lay there; even once she'd recovered and gotten up, she laid down alongside me, resting her head on my chest, fingers running along my stomach with a seductive bent. She pushed her tits into my side, seeming to demand I pay attention to them, and I glanced down at her to spot her wearing a winning smile. "You can stay over tonight, if you want, Papi," she said. "If your wife won't mind," she noted, fingers tracing bare skin seductively, licking her lips.

"I can call her or something later," I told her.

Sonya smiled wickedly, and I fell asleep in that position, her lewd body snuggled up against me.