Chapter Sixty-Nine
Jessica
The second I walked through the door of the cottage and saw the ocean from the living-room windows, I felt a sense of peace.
I turned to look at him. “Can we really come here whenever we want?”
“Whenever you want, as long as you want. We own it.”
We own it.
Yeah, that was going to take some getting used to. Along with everything else I’d learned and experienced so far that day.
Starting with flying first class. That’d been way out of my comfort zone.
I’d whispered to him, “Is this normal?” when the flight attendant fawned all over us the minute we sat down. She offered us drinks, snacks, and even a blanket, and asked if I needed anything for Ruthie.
“Yeah, but I think they’re really going out of their way because we have the baby.”
“That’s so sweet.”
He leaned over and kissed my cheek. “You’re so sweet.”
We rented a vehicle at the airport, which confused me.
“Don’t you have a car in Lancastle?” I asked as I pushed the stroller and he wheeled our luggage through the rental agency’s lot toward our numbered spot.
“Yeah, well—a truck. But then someone would have had to come pick us up, then we would have had to take them back to Lancastle before we could head to the Cape, then we’d need a ride back to the airport next week. It’s just easier to rent a car.”
He found our vehicle—a Chrysler Pacifica minivan— and clicked a button on the fob.
“How much money do you have?”
“You mean, do we have. And I can go over our finances with you this week.”
“Really?”
I didn’t remember my dad ever discussing my parents’ finances with my mom. But he must have in private, because Mama was always cognizant of how much she was spending—whether it was at the grocery store, school shopping, or the school fair… she knew exactly what her budget was.
“Are you going to give me a budget?”
He furrowed his brows as he put the bags in the back. “You’ve got the credit cards I gave you.”
“I know, but what’s my budget?”
“Uh… the credit limit on your cards? Although the American Express doesn’t have one, so I guess the answer is you don’t have one.”
“Oh.” I blew out a breath as I handed him Ruthie’s stroller and set her car seat in the rear seat. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I want a budget. What if I spend too much?”
He shut the rear hatch, came over to where I stood at the side door, and pulled me into an embrace. “Babe, we have a lot of money. Unless you’re buying a Bentley or a private jet, you’re not going to spend too much. I don’t want you to worry about it.”
“I have a feeling that’s going to be easier said than done.”
He kissed my forehead and said, “Try, babe. I don’t want you worrying about money. If you decide to keep working, you’ll do it because you want to, not because you need to.”
****
Alan
We arrived at the cottage late in the afternoon, and the first thing Jess wanted to do was check out the beach.
“Do you mind?” she asked with pleading eyes.
“Of course not. Let’s get ready and go.”
Preparing to take an infant to the beach was no joke.
After changing Ruthie into one of the many “sunzies” we brought—a bodysuit with UPF protection, courtesy of her Auntie Jade, the nurse, who’d reminded us our daughter was too little to wear sunscreen—we also packed an umbrella, sunhat, blanket, wipes and burp cloths—just in case.
Then we had to pack a bag for the two of us.
But thirty minutes later as Jess stared out at the ocean with a big smile, I decided it’d been totally worth the trouble. We sat on a beach blanket under the umbrella with a sleeping baby between us while I tried to hide my hard-on because my wife was so fucking hot.
There was no hiding it when ten minutes later, she turned to me and said, “I think we should go have sex,” and I didn’t even hesitate to start packing up.
****
Alan
My new wife was a vixen, that’s all there was to it.
It seemed like if I was awake, my dick was hard. And half the time she wasn’t trying to turn me on, she just did.
Like the way her hair would fall in front of her face when she’d look down at Ruthie while she was nursing her. Or when I’d get just a hint of cleavage when we sat next to each other on the couch. Or how her eyes would light up when she would experience something for the first time.
But nothing could have prepared me for Jessica in a black bikini. Or when we walked in the house after she said she wanted to have sex, and she nonchalantly asked, “Would it be okay if you were rough this time?”
Fuck yeah it would be okay!
But I needed a little more information.
“I would be happy to be rough with you. But give me some examples of what you’re thinking, so we’re on the same page.”
She shrugged like she was embarrassed, and her neck flushed pink when she mumbled, “I don’t know…”
All her bravado must have been used up asking me for what she wanted.
“Do you want me to be forceful and demanding?”
She nodded and bit her lower lip when she looked at me.
“Smack your ass? Pull your hair?”
Her pupils dilated, and I knew I was on the right track.
“Talk dirty?”
“Oh yes!”
I nodded my head like I was mulling it over, then reached up and grabbed a handful of her chestnut tresses and pulled her to me so I could snarl in her ear, “Take off your clothes and get on the bed, you naughty slut. I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
I was worried calling her a slut might have been too much but she whimpered, “Oh my god, that just made me so wet,” then scampered toward the bedroom.
My sweet wife had a naughty side. And I fucking loved it.
I followed her with my board shorts tented and shucked them the second I closed the door.
Like a siren, she was sprawled naked on the bed with her hair fanned out on a pillow.
“Look what you did to my cock.” I got on my knees next to her and tapped my dick against her lips. “Now you’re going to have to suck it.”
With a Cheshire Cat grin, she turned over onto all fours with her juicy ass high in the air, grabbed my shaft and with zero hesitation, ran her tongue along the tip. Then without warning, she swallowed my cock and moaned, sending shockwaves throughout my entire body.
I leaned over and slapped her ass.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She took her time pulling me from her lips before looking up and answering, “Sucking your cock, Sir.”
Not waiting for my response, she took me back in her mouth and jerked me from the base until her hand and her mouth met in the middle.
Nope.
That’s not going to work.
I’m going to blow my load in less than a minute if she keeps that up.
I pulled away and smacked her other ass cheek before rolling off the bed.
“Stand up.”
She quickly complied. Her expressive face telegraphed her eagerness to learn what was coming next.
“Bend over the bed and spread your legs. I need to see if you’re really a slut, or just pretending.”
Her pretty pink pussy lips peeked out at me, and I could see she was glistening.
Running one finger down her soaked seam, I growled. “Such a dirty girl.” I tapped her engorged clit and continued, “Spreading your legs so wide, letting me do anything I want to this drenched cunt.” I plunged one finger inside. “Finger fucking you. Listen to how wet you are.”
I was quiet while I fingered her so she could hear the sounds her wet pussy made.
“You dirty, dirty whore.”
She whimpered and her pussy tightened around my knuckle.
“Do you want something bigger inside there?”
She gasped out loud.
“Oh god. Yes, please!”
“Beg me.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Please fuck my wet pussy with your big cock. Please. I need to feel you filling me up.”
I pressed on the middle of her spine and commanded, “Arch your back, whore.”
She lifted her ass, and I pulled her cheeks apart to get a better view of her pussy.
“I’m going to use your hole for my pleasure, and you’re not going to come until you’ve cleaned my cock with your mouth and thanked me. Do you understand?”
Her reply was muffled with her face in the comforter, so I swatted three times on each cheek, and repeated more roughly, “Do. You. Understand?”
She lifted her head and whimpered, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
She was so wet, my cock slid right in, and I let out a long moan as I sunk into her heat.
“Your pussy feels so damn good.”
I started slow, building a rhythm, but she felt too damn good and soon, I felt electricity shoot down my spine.
Fucking her harder and faster, I felt her body tense, and I spanked her again.
“Don’t you dare come yet.”
She whimpered and panted, gripping the comforter in her fists. But try as she might, she cried out as her pussy fluttered around my shaft.
“You bad girl!” I thrust in hard then pulled back out and did it again, harder.
“Take it!” I bit out between clenched teeth before slamming in one last time and coming deep inside her.
I kept my cock buried inside her long after the final spurt. Then I pulled out and demanded, “Clean it.”
She quickly went to work spit shining my dick until I pulled away.
Before I even told her, she purred, “Mmm, thank you.”
“You came without permission, naughty girl.”
She rolled over onto her back and said, “Oh no! Are you going to punish me?”
I think I’d created a monster.