Chapter Wesley
Wesley
Two Years Later
I’ve been staring at my wife for a solid ten minutes from behind a pallet of bricks.
Declan managed to secure planning permission for four new properties, and of course I snapped his hand off when he offered me the work, not because it means more money, but I get to watch my wife all day.
She looks absolutely fucking gorgeous as she wanders across the glamping site with Ashley.
Today is changeover day. She spots me lurking like some fucking stalker.
Ashley nudges her, and they both offer me a little wave before walking off laughing together.
Since those two became close, it’s pulled me and Declan together more, along with Shannon’s dad, who’s closer to Declan’s age than mine. I’m turning forty in a couple of weeks. We planned to pack up the campervan and head to Scotland for the week but she didn’t want to leave the dogs behind.
Watching her disappear into the plane that was a fucking pain in the arse to build, I keep my eye on Ashley heading further across the site, this is my chance.
I pick up the pace, striding over, and push open the door, before closing it behind me.
Shannon drops the bundle of bedding onto the chair, whirling around to face me.
“Wesley, what are you doing?” I don't answer. Instead, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in close. My lips trail from her mouth to her neck, nibbling her throat with gentle little sucks. She wriggles, trying to break free from my grip, but I’m stronger, and she knows she won’t get far.
“Wesley, I’ve work to do.” My fingertips dig into her hips, as I buck my hips forward.
“I can’t go back out there like this,” I say, watching as her eyes fall to my jeans.
“Jesus,” she huffs, spinning me around and pushing me to the bed. My hands fall behind me, palms flat as she gets to her knees.
“Take your knickers off for me.” I grunt, running my palm over my hard cock. “Always wanted to try out the mile high club.” Throwing her a wink.
“Firstly, we’re on the ground,” she says, shaking her head.
“And we really need to talk about this.” She points to my dick. “You can’t keep getting a stiffy at work.”
She sighs, moaning about it even as she undoes my jeans. It doesn’t stop her from pulling me free and wrapping her fingers around me.
“Tell me off some more.” I give her the look, but she simply slides her hand up and down my shaft. She’s a tease, built to ruin me in more ways than one, those words are what she used on me in the past, but the tables have definitely turned.
“You’ve got to be quick,” she whispers, smirking, as if I’ll last anyway, but I add an incentive to the table.
“Take your knickers off, then,” I bite out, as she stands and tugs her jeans along with her knickers to the floor, her hot heat glistens already waiting for me and my tongue.
I love nothing more than eating my wife’s pussy, it’s a three-course meal in one hit, or a buffet in my case, because I never know when to stop going for more.
“Now, sit on my face.” I drop back onto the bed, tongue dipping out, ready for her. She stands there, glaring down at me, I’m a patient man but she’s dragging this out, and I’ll wait here forever if I have to. Her hands land on her hips, head tilted, giving me the look.
“Really?” She waves a hand over my form. We play this game all the time. I’ve not got a clue why she’s being like this. She won’t win.
“Your husband wants his beautiful wife to fuck his face.” I bat my eyelashes, willing to beg. “Please.”
She climbs on the bed, crawling over me until she’s hovering slightly above my mouth, her soaked pussy calling out to be tasted. She smells fucking perfect, my hands grip her hips firmly.
“Give me that Michelin star pussy,” I growl, yanking her down onto my face, burying myself between her full thighs as her wetness soaks my beard.
She starts to grind against me, panting and wincing as I latch onto her clit, sucking, licking, swirling my tongue around her.
My bollocks already tight and ready, as she rides me.
Her moans flood the fuselage, and I can feel she’s ready for more, thrusting my tongue inside her gathering her arousal, my cock painfully hard.
She shifts her body back, positioning herself over my length, my face and beard slick from her.
Then she lowers herself, sinking down and stretching around me, palms flat on my chest as she takes every inch I give her.
“Christ.” It’s too much, I’m right on the edge. My fingertips graze against her clit coaxing her orgasm.
“Harder,” I groan, almost begging. She picks up her pace, riding me in time with my thrusting hips.
Her gorgeous tits bounce, if I stare too long, I’ll come before her.
So I force myself to focus, determined to get my wife there first, it doesn’t take long before she’s moaning and whimpering, and breathing my name.
“Shit, Wesley.” She fucks me so hard, my own moans join hers.
“Right there, yes.” She throws her head back, fingernails digging into my chest.
Fuck. I can’t get enough of her. I’ll never get enough.
“I love you,” I tell her like I do every day, and she loses it. Breathing hard, and trying not to be loud, I feel my release, she squeezes herself around me, clamping down, her orgasm flutters against me.
“Oh, God,” she pants, my hips buck hard, as my dam bursts and flooding through me and straight inside of her. We’re both catching our breaths, as she stays fully seated on top of me.
Pulling her down, wrapping her arms around me, kissing her. There’s no mistaking I fucking love my wife.
I’d do anything for my wife.
“What’s this?” Shannon’s dad takes the envelope from her. Her mum looks after our two dogs — our Wolfhound Brian and Whippet Bently while we work. Brian reaches my hips, he’s huge, I rub my hand over his thick coarse fur as he pushes his big head into me, almost knocking me off my feet.
“Just open it, Dad.” He looks at Shannon’s mum, she shrugs, not knowing what it is either. We wanted to get them something special. Shannon wanted to use her savings, but she’s already paying to get the bungalow ready for renting. The woman moves in soon.
Her dad peels back the flap and pulls out the documents, a smile stretching across his face, eyes glazing over.
“What is it?” Sue asks, and he mindlessly hands it to her, shaking his head between the two of us.
“Oh my God, you didn’t?” Sue says, grabbing us both in a tight hug.
“I can’t believe you got us season tickets.” Her dad holds out his shovel-sized hand and grips mine firmly, then leans over, kissing Shannon on the cheek.
“Thank you, both of you.” He walks towards the fridge, pulling out two beers and handing me one.
“You deserve it, Dad. Both of you do.”
I look around at my family, and my own parents would have loved Derek and Sue, just as much as I do. I know they’d have loved Shannon.
My beautiful, hot as hell wife.
The End.