Chapter 3
Jake
If there was one thing I didn’t take for granted in life, it was my wife and the love we shared. Before Ash, I was a mess on every level. She was my other half and made me a better man in more ways than one.
So, when I came home from work to find the love of my life looking so worn out, sad, and seemingly depressed, everything within me went to work to ensure her worries were dissolved.
I understood my wife carried a heavier burden than I did, working in her gallery and lovingly fulfilling our children’s every need while simultaneously being the ideal wife.
Though I had no idea what got my lady down today, I could only imagine it was because she felt lonely.
Being married to a surgeon called for quite a few days and nights of being alone, and that wasn’t including all the times I was unexpectedly called away in the middle of spending time together because of emergencies.
Regardless of the reasons for her sad and worn expression, the simple fact was that my angel needed affection and love, and I was the man to give that to her.
Hearing her soft whimpers and feeling my hair being gripped in her fists while I was devouring the delicious taste of her hot sex was turning my ass on, and I was craving more.
While Ash laid her head back into the pillows, her legs fell open wider, and her hips arched up, allowing me more access to the one part of her body that I loved bringing to heights of pleasure the way I knew I could.
My hands gripped each side of her waist while I used my lips and tongue to massage her clit.
While Ash’s grip tightened at the back of my head, she covered her mouth with her other hand, muting the sounds of arousal she was experiencing.
Her ass moved higher in the air, her heels dug into the bed, and she pressed my head harder into her delicious pussy.
“Like that, baby,” she called out breathlessly in a whisper.
It was pretty humorous how we had to whisper so we wouldn’t bring attention to the kids sleeping upstairs. Sometimes it was frustrating as fuck for me because I wanted to hear her scream in pleasure, but if that happened, our kids would be traumatized for life.
I buried my tongue in her opening, seeing she was dripping wet and riding the edge like my angel always did before she found her release of pleasure.
“Come all over my face, angel,” I said, begging to taste more of her.
“I love you,” she whined. “I need you inside me.”
Her voice trailed off, and her wish was my command.
If there was one thing I learned a long time ago while having sensational sex with my wife, it was to follow her lead and do as she said.
If she wanted to come solo, she would. If her pleasure consisted of my dick being buried inside her, then that’s what happened.
Playing control-sex games in bed with my lady was never something I did.
I had my clothes off in record time and my dripping wet cock moving in her to match what her soft moans were telling me. Ash didn’t want this hard and fast. She wanted me to move slowly against her G-spot.
She was so fucking wet and tight while she held back her release.
The heat from her made my cock jolt with a need to come, but I held back, allowing the tension to build.
While I moved my length in and out of her slowly, feeling her pussy contracting around me, she framed my face with her hands while I brought my hungry mouth to her hard nipples.
Fuck, I loved her breasts. I could be here all day, massaging my dick in my wife’s pussy while gently sucking her perfect tits.
Ash moaned in satisfaction, her climax on the brink while she fell into a trance of desire.
“God, you’re perfect,” I stated truthfully.
She moaned in gratitude as we fell into a harmonic rhythm of balance and pleasure as we always had. It was as if our bodies and minds knew precisely what the other needed, and when we both entered the drunken sex stupor of ecstasy, our minds could shut off, and our bodies would absently take over.
I needed her lips, and that’s where I set my focus next, kissing her deeply and passionately while allowing my cock to pleasure her at this moment.
Ash’s fingers weaved through my hair again, and I began moving in and out of her faster.
She reached for her clit, and our eyes met, knowing that we needed this release right now.
In perfect harmony, our bodies and souls dancing in glorious passion, our eyes locked, and the coiled-up energy that had been ready to release my cum deep into my beautiful angel was here.
I moved deeper and faster, following her lead and feeling so fucking phenomenal that I could do this all night long. Ash’s body tensed with mine, and then we released the pent-up energy we’d worked to build up to the moment.
I smiled, watching Ash’s eyes glaze over in ultimate relaxation. Her lazy smile told me she felt satiated and as beautiful again as I always knew her to be.
“You’ve still got it, Jacob Mitchell,” she said, kissing me on my nose.
“And I plan to still have it well into my nineties,” I chuckled.
“Nineties?” she softly laughed. “You know very well that if you and I are fortunate enough to live to our nineties, John and Kaley will have us both thrown into a nursing home and then what will you do?”
“Fuck you in the nursing home; what else would I do?”
“Oh, please. We’ll both be old and in diapers,” she said, kissing me on the top of my head.
“Fuck that shit. Even if we were, I’d slide your diaper off and—”
“Stop, stop,” she interrupted me. “I don’t need any visuals of that.”
“You’re the one challenging me. The point is that it doesn’t matter how old we get. I will always want you as much as I have since the day we first met. Besides, ninety is the new fifty. I plan to look just as sexy at ninety as I do now.”
“Fine, I’ll let you have that. I mean, look at my dad and Carmen. They’re in their seventies and look like they’re in their fifties.”
“And your dad is tapping that ass—”
“Don’t you dare!” she covered her face with both hands. “I don’t want to think about my dad and Carmen.”
I loved seeing Ash like this, happy and silly, and all the stresses of life have gone from her mind. It was just like old times.
“You’re the one giving me visuals of you in a rest home wearing diapers.”
“You gave that visual to yourself,” she arched a playful eyebrow at me, then traced her fingers across my forehead. “Diapers or not, I will forever love you.”
“Me too, angel, and I’m sorry if you had a bad day. I hate seeing sadness on your beautiful face.”
She rolled her eyes while I rolled onto my side, bringing her to face me. I ran my hand over her perfect ass and continued to gently run my fingertips up her side, along her shoulder, and back down to her ass again.
Pillow talk was my favorite part of marriage. Some men hated it, but I loved this shit, listening as my lady opened up to me about her day, her naked body pressed into mine, and her vibrant and happy eyes dancing with excitement to tell me all about it.
“It was just a dull day. I think the gloomy weather got to me.”
“I figured your cute ass would’ve been all songs and dances when I walked in that door tonight, knowing you and Elena were victorious in mandating that Collin and I go trick-or-treating this year.”
“It’s not just you two, you know?”
I smiled, wondering who else would be forced into this bullshit.
“Do tell. I’d like to know who else is just as fucked as us two screwballs.”
She grinned, “I think it’ll be more fun for all of you guys to get on your silly group chats and bitch to each other about it.”
“Well, it seems Collin was the first to find out since he’s the only one I’ve heard from.”
“The rest will start flooding in soon, I’m sure,” she laughed, curled into me, and kissed my chest. “Thank you for tonight. I needed you and that more than you know.”
I pulled her in closer and allowed our bodies to mold into each other before I called for my phone to set the morning alarm and kissed Ash on her forehead.
“Don’t ever thank me for that, angel. It’s always my pleasure to bring a smile to your face. Now, sleep.”
It was the last thing she and I said to each other before I drifted off into a much-needed and welcomed slumber.