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." ******
MIDNIGHT MEET(2)
"For starters, I was expecting quick witted remarks coupled with tons of nagging, a glare or you just stomping off. Is this a new strategy? I'm not up for your games tonight".
He asked in a deep voice. The hue of his eyes turned sharp and calculating, as if trying to understand the woman in his arms.
As seconds tick pass, struggling Isobel was getting uncomfortable with the close proximity.
She was running out of breath and needed much air, unable to cope, she gently pried his strong grip away from her pained waist and she stepped back, allowing for much needed space between them.
"It's the early hours of the morning. I'm not in the mood to rub heads with you and I'm certainly not up for games too sir. I have no time to keep on hating on you or calling you out for any minute details. It's all in the past. I just came down to fill this then be on my merry way."
Isobel points to the jar as she slowly regains a steady heartbeat.
The heat on her face recedes however the looming figure of the man persisted.
His muscular build and height was really intimidating especially with those blood red eyes.
Although Isobel did manage a brave font matching his heated stare, internally, however was a different story as she was minutes away from fainting.
Her knees quivered like rubber under his scrutiny however Isobel steeled her resolve keeping in mind Isabel's teachings. Never hesitate….
"And if we were to question who seems different or point out an unusual behaviour, you don't seem far off yourself. What's up with the touchy feely. I thought you hated it when I touch you not just mine but everyone else's."
Isobel shifted the spotlight right back at him.
Well she didn't know what to believe and decides to test waters once again.
Did Isabel's husband Julius had a touch phobia or he just doesn't like people touching him in general?
Or Isabel pulled a fast one at her expense again? She questioned the possibilities which all seemed likely.
The man standing before her lost the calculating gaze in his eyes, he simply stared at Isobel. His head tilts to the side as he really just examines her as if seeing Isobel for the first time and trying to understand her. He no longer gave off the cold or intimidating aura. Automatically it puts Isobel at ease.
Julius himself couldn't understand his strange attitude. He had no words to explain why he accepted her touch, in fact he was the one who initiated it,and not to mention for the fact that he drew nearer the same time she took a step away from him. He didn't know why, he just wanted her close.
"Why are you shifting away?"
"Would you stop coming closer please." Isobel begged stretching out her hand to halt him.
"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?" He questioned ignoring her words and paste his chest on her outstretched hand.