Nun Wife
Description: Isobel, a modern nun and school teacher, works tirelessly to support the aged nuns who had cared for her and her sister during their childhood. When the monastery where she grew up is shut down by the government, she finds herself struggling to make ends meet on an average salary. Her twin sister, Isabel, pleads for Isobel's help in stepping in for her in her matrimonial household, just like when they were children. Isobel agrees to help, but only under certain conditions, and takes on the role of Mrs. Isabel Julius Cza. As she settles into the household, Isobel begins to understand the depth of her brother-in-law's love for her sister, and realizes that his affections are anything but ordinary. She finds herself caught in a web of emotions and desires that she never anticipated, and must navigate a delicate balance to protect herself and her sister's marriage. ****** "Isabel suck on my neck." He gently guides then sucks in a deep breath as he felt the cool shy lips of his wife. He itched for the stimulation. "Isabel say ahh..." He pulled in her retreating form, locking her head in a tight grip. His hands crawled up and grasped the swollen globe on her chest and caressed his wife's trembling breast. As if on cue she gasped, then he pierced his genitals deep inside her mouth. Isobel instinctively gagged as it touched the back of her throat. ---Skip---Skip- .... Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Julius's lips when he heard the sound of gulping and swallowing of s*men. He looked down at his wife's beetroom form under him with her mouth stuffed with d*ck. She looked ready to pass out... "You look divine wifey..." Julius hugged Isobel head tightly,loving how his wife chokes on his manh**d. Massaging her hair as if to pet her. He pulls his hip back a bit to allow her breathe. She holds his thigh for support as she heaves in deep air. He calmly looks at her and whispered lowly as he soothingly wipes the corner of his wife's cheek that were glistening with tears, drool and cum. "Now it's your turn. Baby." ******
SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS (2)
"Please…"
Isobel sighed in resignation. She knew she shouldn't give in however she was dead tired and wanted to go back to sleep. She didn't have the strength to fight him off.
"Alright then sleep on the couch." She waved him off, raised the quilt to cover herself up when she felt the bed dip.
"I said the couch not my bed."
"In my years of living I've never slept on the couch and I won't start today."
He declared arrogantly and got into the covers. He stretched out his arm in search of something, it didn't take long for him to grasp what he was looking for.
"Gasp. What do you think you're doing?" Isobel almost jumped out of her skin.
"Interlacing our fingers."
"Well stop. I don't like it." She said and made to pull out first but he just tightened the grip a bit.
"Why? You make it seem like us touching is against the law and we aren't even romancing. What's the big deal?"
She froze upon listening to his words. He had a crude mouth although he's not totally wrong. They were just holding hands as expected from married couples however the second statement he made…
"You…" she glared at him.
"Just kidding. Just kidding". He smiled and lightly shrugged with raised hands in surrender.
Isobel slightly relaxed and once again her eyelids began to droop close when he said. "This way you can help with curing my repulse. Don't you think?". But there was no answer as she was already fast asleep.
And so a new nightly routine began.
Julius always sneeked into Isobel's bed by the time she was fast asleep and held her hand.
Simple harmless gestures that won't warrant much reasoning however Isobel was not comfortable with the idea and warned him to stay off.
Regardless Julius passed it off because he was aiming at something and as the days went by he was deeply struggling.
It started with the fingers simply interlinking but Julius wasn't satisfied with just that. When he gets into her bed at night he always lightly threw….
"Let's kiss goodnight Isabel".
But it goes unanswered as Isobel glossed it over outrightly pretending like she didn't hear a thing and goes to sleep or she glares hard and he had no choice but to smile and let it go.
"Kidding. Just kidding…"
He says. While in some rare occasions she comes up with silly excuses;
"Oh I'm tired. I want to sleep..."
"At this time, I have morning breath..."
"Mumble mumble...maybe next time."
He answers ok seeming as if all's well but the increasing dark glint in his eyes and cold frown marring his lips indicates the boiling rage, frustration he could no longer suppress. The object of his frustration is right in front of him yet he could not do a thing.
At her end she couldn't keep up with his excessive demands. She did try to get him off. Changing the locks to the door didn't hinder him not in the least. He moved in headstrong that at a point she thought to give up.