The Hot Tycoon's Ex Wife

Nicholas groaned in frustration as he replayed what happened when Astra came to his house again.

Stupid, stupid. He chided himself. All traces of drunkenness had disappeared, and he could feel the beginnings of what would be a massive hangover. There were so many other ways he could have handled Jared, none of them leading to disaster, but he let his anger and jealousy get the better of him and ruined the chance he had to have a good fuck. With any luck, he wouldn't get any closer to having sex with Astra.

Nicholas let out another groan as he remembered how slick her pussy was when he touched it, how swollen her clit was. He could remember her sweet, sweet moans when he placed his mouth on her hard nipples and sucked on them. Nicholas could feel his dick getting painfully hard again as he remembered how her breath had become hitched as he drew her left nipple between his teeth, all the while playing with her right. He remembered how ready and willing she had been to take his entire length and how he was seconds away from tasting her sweet nectar when the stupid phone rang.

His anger at Jared could be justified. The horny man was definitely an angry man. He had barely been able to get hard for anyone else, not to speak of having sex since he saw Astra again. All the feelings, all the pain, and the hurt that she initially made him feel came back to him when he saw her. Hence, his inability to have sex with anyone else. Nicholas was finally reliving his fantasies, his dreams for the past five years, and he was cut off by fucking Jared. Nicholas decided from the very moment he met the fucker that he didn't like him. For him to be running around Astra in the first place was enough for Jared to get on Nicholas' bad side. It was hard to think that he was jealous of seeing a man with his wife, a wife that slept with half of the elite.

It was all for the good, Nicholas tried to convince himself. If he had slept with Astra, he would have been tangled once more in her web of lies and pretense, and this time, there wouldn't be any bonds to marriage to hold any of them back. Astra was a liar and a cheat, and there was no reason for him to stay with her, no reason to yearn for her touch, no reason to want to hear her opinions on his business, nothing to keep him wanting to taste dishes again. Nicholas didn't need to keep thinking of what would look good on her whenever he passed a jewelry shop; he didn't need to be in her arms to sleep like a baby; he didn't need to keep loving her; he didn't need to keep waiting for the day she would come clean and apologize.

There were times when it occurred to Nicholas that the pictures had been faked, that someone other than Astra was in those pictures, splayed across the arms of other men. It occurred to him that he didn't trust her well enough, that the pictures were just photoshopped, but it only took him a single glance at the pictures, which were at the bottom of his drawer, and he knew that it was definitely Astra. Nicholas could recognize her body anywhere. He had made love to her too many times, in too many ways, to forget how exquisite her body looked, to forget the curves of her body. Nicholas remembered the creeks and crevices of her body; each dimple was unforgotten. There was no way he would mistake his wife for someone else.

Astra was definitely the one. She was the one who broke all of his trust, who shattered his heart into pieces, and who made him feel that he had no more purpose in this life. Nicholas had all but given up on love when he met her. All the women he had previously met were either after his money or after the wealth and power he could give them. He did not totally mind when a woman was after his money. Money was something that he had in abundance. He had more than enough to spare. He just had to be cautious because he couldn't fall in love with a woman who just loved him for his money. Nicholas stayed close to prostitutes and hookers whom he could simply pay for their services. Over time, he yearned for stability, and the only real relationship he had before Astra was with his sex, Rhiannon. Nicholas could clearly say she was not after his money; she had her own in abundance. Nicholas thought he had made her happy. They had a very active sex life, and for quite a while, they were a celebrity couple. Everything was perfect, or so Nicholas thought, until he caught her cheating on him-with a man older than her father, for that matter. Nicholas felt that he was broken beyond repair after that. It was a very painful experience for him. The only experience worse than that was when Astra broke him in the same way. It was very hard for Nicholas to love again after Rhiannon. He avoided busty blondes with figure eight shapes as they all reminded him of her. It was not something he wanted to be reminded of.

Falling in love with Astra was surprising for him; the heart truly wanted what the heart truly wanted. Nicholas went back to the kind of woman he was running away from, the type that he felt was using him for his money. It was very hard for him, but he trusted Astra, and he opened his heart to her more than he had ever done. It was fulfilling at first to be able to love someone without barriers, without what ifs.

It was because he loved her so much that he asked her to marry him. It was very simple. Their relationship was very sexual, and even that important question was popped in a sexual position. Nicholas realized, after three months of being with Astra, that there was simply no one else. No one would make his heart beat as fast. No one would make a smile simply appear on his lips. No one would make him grin like a teenager. Nicholas knew that he would never want to please anyone like he needed to please Astra; that he would never want anyone to love him, just like the way he wanted anyone to love him. He had been stupid enough not to consider the fact that no one could probably break him just like she could, just like she did.

He was fucking her as usual. They were in Venice for one of the many vacations that they had, and were making good use of the king-sized bed. Astra's wrists were tied to the bed post with soft ties, and she was writhing on the bed, pulling her arms at the ties. She was the one that asked to be tied. She wanted to try something new, but he couldn't help but be a bit concerned.

"Are you okay?" He remembered asking, and Astra let out a muffled yes. Nicholas could remember tracing his finger from the middle of her breasts down her belly button, right to her sex. He could remember feeling her body quake in anticipation. Her flesh felt like it was contracting. Nicholas touched her sex, and he was met with slick smoothness. She was so dripping wet that she was almost dripping on the bed. It was so easy to slip past her clit and slide into her hole. His finger was barely in when her pussy tightened against him. It was as though she was trying to milk the juices off his finger, only his finger didn't have juices. The moans from her lips became even louder when he added another finger. She sounded a bit crazy when he began to use his thumb to flick her clit while moving his fingers inside her. His second hand went up to one of her nipples and started flicking on it continuously.

"Nicholas!" She screamed out loud. Nicholas could not help the grin that appeared on his face at her loud moan. He knew well enough that her orgasm was close.

"Just a bit more Astra," he whispered to her. She began thrashing her head left and right as she finally reached the peak of sexual excitement. She was still closing her eyes when he retracted his fingers and let his already hard dick slide into her still wet pussy.

Astra's eyes opened wide in surprise, and he smiled as he began to thrust slowly, rocking her in the missionary style of old. Her moans filled the air. Only Astra made the missionary exquisite. She matched his thrusts with her own, letting out moans of pleasure. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist in a bid to bring them even closer.

Nicholas increased the speed of his thrusts as he could feel his own orgasm coming. He laid down and placed his lips on her neck as he continued to thrust. She ground her body on his, making the experience all the more thrilling. "I am cumming," Astra said as Nicholas bit his teeth lightly into her neck. He released his seed, hot and spurring into her, as he collapsed on top of her. "Fuck!" She exclaimed, her eyes closed. He knew that she was trying to savor the pleasure, which did wonders for his ego.

Nicholas reached up and loosened the ties on her wrists. Her hands immediately went around him, bringing him even more pleasure. It was almost blinding. He meant it. He wanted her to be the mother of her children. He needed her to be the one that he lived the rest of his life with. There was no doubt about it.

Nicholas shifted off of her and gathered her into his arms by then. He was expecting a yes from her, but a tiny part of him was scared of disappointment. Instead, Astra mumbled sleepily and cuddled against his chest. It seemed then that he had worn her out, but life seemed to have other ideas.

The first time he even considered that he was not sexually satisfying her was when he saw those pictures. They showed him how much of a pretender his wife was.

He later asked Astra to marry him again when she was fully awake. This time, she screamed yes. If Nicholas had known the amount of pain he would go through, he would have never even bothered to ask.

He asked Astra to marry him. He was a full man; he was prospering in his business; he was in love; and he was not an alcoholic. Two years after they got married, he got the shock of his life and his life was turned upside down. He could barely believe his years. His love for Astra had turned him upside down; it had made him become the type of man that he vowed he would never be. The insane part was that she was still living the life; she had surgery and became even more beautiful and endowed, while he was still struggling to survive. Nicholas promised himself something. He would pay her back. Regardless of the feelings he still had for her, no one would mess with Nicholas Trenton and get away scot free. He knew that she still had some attraction for him, and that was exactly what he would use against her. With new vigor, he sat on his bed and began to plot.