I was never in love with my husband, I was in love with her, I would do anything she wanted. Nicolette Chambers

She wished she was in love with her husband, but when she looked at him she only saw dollar signs. Mo money, mo money, mo money. Not saying that he was an unattractive man because the man was F.I.N.E. Not saying that the man did not put down work in the bedroom, because he put in work like a boss.

But that was not enough to fall in love with him. That was enough to pretend well, get the ring, have the ceremony, and pretend to be blissfully married to him for all these years. She should win an Academy Award for the "Love You's" she whispered to him during their lovemaking, or the happy homemaker she pretended she was by having dinner prepared for him when he was home. Nothing a good house manager couldn't do and pretend she did all the cooking and cleaning.

He was a millionaire, why should she labor away in the kitchen and break a nail, sweat, or get dirty cleaning his funky underwear?

He thought she was a dumb, naive young thing when he met her, but she was already up on the game. He wanted to marry her because she looked like Rosaline. He wanted to marry her and have the American dream, a wife, two kids, a mansion and five cars in the garage and a private plane, and several vacation homes. Oh, and a dog named Spot.

The dog died.

She had a baby when she was seventeen and quickly gave it away before she even knew what sex it was. She was not ready for kids then and she had no plans for them now. She was on permanent birth control, she was not birthing any more babies.

It was nice having a gynecologist in Rosaline's family. Someone who would not run their mouth about her business.

Although Frederick and her "tried" many, many times to get pregnant, nothing in their testing said anything was wrong. He truly believed if they kept trying they would have a baby.

Her child was out there somewhere, twenty-two years old now.

She was thirty-eight years old, too old to try and be a grown person's mother now. Wherever he or she was, she hoped they were having a nice life.

As for her, money made her happy. If she had to lie and fuck a man she loathed to get it, she would lay there and take it.

"Hey darling," she heard when Frederick entered their bedroom as she did her nightly ritual, showered and body sprayed down, lathered in Creme De la Mer face cream, now brushing her hair while sitting naked in front of her wall-sized mirror.

Hearing his voice made her cringe, but now was her time to perform.

"Hi there, sweetheart."

She smiled and welcomed his kiss as his hand dropped to her perfectly round breast and cupped it. "You smell good."

He smelled like money to her. What an attractive man. Most of the women she knew would open their legs to him, and maybe they did. Frederick was the kind of man that could have any woman he wanted. He only fell for her because of who she looked like. Poor shame the man was in love with a woman that would never love him.

"Had a busy day?"

"Just another day on the grind." He undid the cuff of his Armani shirt and loosened his silk tie. "Making more money for you darling, since you spend it faster than I make it."

That was impossible. She knew he had more money than he let on. He bought their vacation homes and put them in her name. He had bank accounts overseas, he was not fooling her. She knew he was dirty.

He pulled off his tie and then his shirt, revealing his crisp white undershirt. He wore a new one every day. He bought two dozen of them every other week. He said washing them never made them feel new again, and he wanted that new feeling every day. Except he did not do that with his underwear or any other garment. Weirdo.

She was moisturizing her face when he undid his pants and come over to her.

"I need you Nic, I need to release some tension."

He pulled his hard dick out of his boxers, moving closer to her.

"Anything for you," she said sweetly, the moisturizer still all over her face, as she grabbed his length with her hands and swirled her tongue all over the head.

"Nikki baby, you're the best."

He grabbed the back of her head and pushed himself into her mouth. She sucked him just the way he licked, getting him nice and dripping wet.

He stopped her, leaned down to kiss her, tonguing her down real good, then guiding her mouth back to his dick. They played that game a bit, going back to kissing and sucking. She did not mind sucking his dick, long as she did not have to fuck him as well. She would do anything to continue to make him happy and believe the fantasy.

When I watch her sucking my dick, I see her, and I imagine doing these things to her. Frederick Chambers

Looking down at his wife with his dick stuffed in her mouth, gagging but taking it all, he could stay hard all night. Long as she sucked him right, he did not have to fuck her. And darling Nikki knew how to suck dick.

Holding her head in place, he fucked her face like it was pussy, slamming in and out of her mouth, till spit rolled out in gooey strings. He would give her a break every now and then and kiss her and tell her how good she was. He was not super large, but large enough and it felt good that he could hit the back of her throat and she would constrict her mouth around him and grip him so right.

He pulled out, and slapped his dick over her lips, rubbing them around as if he were glossing her lips. His pre-cum dribbled out to coat them.

"Kiss it darling Nikki," he demanded and she planted kisses all over the head before sucking the tip, slurping out the cum drizzling out.

He was not ready to end this. He forced himself not to come too quickly. He moved away, holding himself and massaging his dick himself, stroking it like he was a masturbating teenager.

"Darling, come down on your knees now."

Nicolette obeyed him as she always did and kneeled on her knees, continuing to suck him like a professional. Well, she was, that's all she seemed to be good for since they rarely had actual sex. He was fine with that, he could fuck any other woman he wanted.

Not the one he wanted.

But close enough. He fucked Kendra and that was the best sex he had in a long time.

Now he had his eyes on Jae. The thought of that girl, making him come without even skin contact with his dick. The things she could probably do once he had her in his bed. He knew she could suck a good dick. Even ride a dick. Perhaps she was the ultimate sex goddess, being as she was a sex therapist.

It had to be wild.

He wanted her, and he almost craved her as much as he craved Rosaline. With Rosaline, it was love. With her daughters, it was pure lust.

He could not hold it in any longer. He held Nicolette in place on his dick as he came down her throat with a grunt. He pulled out of her mouth and continued ejaculating all over her face.

Extra moisturizer.

"Sorry, darling."

"No sweetheart, that was nice."

She excused herself to clean up and he pulled off his pants and took off his shirt, staring at himself in the mirror. He was a nice-looking guy. The gray hairs made him distinguished. His body still nice and toned from gym visits and taking care of his health. Both parents died young from health issues that could have been avoided, he was not going out like that. Regular doctor visits, a clean bill of health for him and he was turning fifty this year.

Women half his age still found him attractive, so why not indulge in them?

Thinking of his "niece" made him grab his dick in his hand. With the other, he held his phone and decided to text her.

Make me cum again

A/N: What do you all think of Frederick, Uncle Freddy? His infatuation with Rosaline...and then having sex with her daughters?