EPILOGUE II
WAYLON - ONE-ISH YEAR LATER
Nothing in life prepares you for this day.
You get up, take a piss, wash your hair in the shower, and put your shoes on one at a time.
A few hours later, the most important person in your life is walking down a stretch of aisle toward you, and then later on it sinks in.
You breathe a little easier because finally, all is right in your world.
Today, I married the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. Then we handed over our fur babies to our best friends and took off on our honeymoon to this island.
All these thoughts have been flying through my mind for the past fifteen minutes as I watch my wife bask in the sun next to me. But it seems I’ve been caught staring.
“I think I should have another one of those fruity drinks,” Lyric says, smiling up at me.
“I think you should, too.” I throw my feet over the edge of my chair and smack her on the ass as I stand. “I’ll be right back with that, Mrs. Dupree.”
I walk over and flag down the bartender for another round of drinks. Then I look back over in the direction of my wife as I wait for them to be made. If you haven’t noticed, I’m a little bit obsessed with calling her my wife. Because I’m more than a little obsessed with her.
When I sit back down and hand her drink over, flips to her back to take it from me and I’m blessed with the sight of her tits. They’re not out. Granted, the bikini is pretty dainty. But anytime I can see even most of her rack is a good time.
“I think we should head back to the room soon.”
“Why?” she asks, then takes a sip of her drink.
“Because if we don’t, I’m going to end up performing lewd public acts on my hot wife.”
Lyric giggles, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes travel from my face to my crotch and back up.
“Well then, I guess we should get going, husband.”
Lyric stands and slides on her flip-flops, then hooks her arm beneath mine. We sip our drinks and walk back the winding path to our bungalow. It’s the kind that sits out over the water with glass floors so you can watch the fish.
Last night, she sat on the floor for a solid hour staring at the little colorful reef fish.
It was adorable. Although, she did say she thinks we should get a fish tank for the house.
Did I mention that since adopting a second dog, we’ve also added a white lab rat that Lou convinced us to rescue and a lizard with three legs because she found it in her backyard?
It would appear that Lyric and I truly have no idea how to tell that little girl no. I don’t know what the hell we’re going to do when we have our own kids.
The door to our room is barely closed behind us, and Lyric slides her hand into my swim shorts, gripping my cock. She directs me against the wall and kisses me deep, her tongue exploring my mouth as her hand pumps my shaft.
I groan in the back of my throat, wrapping my hand at the nape of her neck.
She tugs my shorts down and falls to her knees, taking me into her mouth with a feverish urgency.
Her tongue swirls against the underside as she cups my balls in her hand and takes me deep, gagging on my cock.
It’s sloppy wet and expert level. Lyric’s eager mouth is my second favorite thing to come into.
She pulls away and looks up at me, licking her lips as she pumps her hand over me.
“I fucking love sucking my husband’s cock,” she says, then plunges me deep into her mouth again.
And all I can think is about how I’m the luckiest man in the world. Because I am one hundred percent head over heels in love with my wife.
And her dirty little mouth.