Alina
Ten years later…
S ixteen luxury closets in a week. Damn, I’m good!
I’m on cloud nine as I leave the office on Friday afternoon and head to the school to pick up my kids. Business is booming .
Six years ago, I split from The Comedian and bought the San Antonio office from him.
It’s all mine now and I’ve grown it larger than even his company ever was.
I focused on the professional teams at first, designing and redoing dozens of athletes’ closets.
It started with hockey, but then I added basketball and baseball too.
Once the star athletes started showing off their new closets on Instagram and TikTok, my business took off like a rocket.
I had to turn down orders, I was so popular.
I’ve built an amazing team and made more money than I ever thought was possible. I might have only pitched in five grand for our house, but I bought our beachfront villa in Cabo all by myself. I’m so proud of that.
Life has been a dream with Sebastian.
We have four amazing kids—two girls and two boys, and he’s still playing at the highest level even though most players his age have already retired. I swear this man is never going to slow down.
The Hyenas won their away game last night thanks to Sebastian scoring two goals.
I watch every game, but my favorite part is still the press conferences after where he’s all sweaty and flushed.
My man is still every bit as good-looking as he’s always been.
Actually, I think he’s getting hotter with age.
I’m digging some of the streaks of gray hair he’s starting to get.
“Happy weekend!” I say as my four kids come pouring into my SUV.
“Is Dad going to be home?” Sansa asks as she puts on her seatbelt.
“After dinner,” I say. They groan in disappointment. I’m disappointed too. I love getting home and seeing his face.
“How about some pizza for dinner?” I ask as I pull away from the school. They all cheer.
It’s going to be a good weekend. Sebastian is home until Monday when he has to go play in Toronto.
I’d never tell him this, but I’m kind of looking forward to when he retires so I can have him around all the time. I know how much he loves to play, but I want him all to myself. I can be a bit selfish when it comes to my man’s time.
We pull into the driveway and spill out of the SUV. “Don’t forget your bags!” I shout as the kids barrel into the house empty-handed.
Shenzi runs out of the open door and charges up to me, snorting and breathing heavily even though she’s only run about ten feet.
This dog always makes me laugh. That’s the thing about pugs. With their uncoordinated grace, their bulging ping pong ball eyes, and their curled tails—they’ll make you laugh every day of their life. They’re the most clumsy awkward beings in the animal kingdom and that’s why I adore them.
“Hey, Shenzi!” I say as I kneel down and pet her. “How was your day?”
She spins in a circle getting more excited by the second as she covers my legs in dog hair.
“Did you sleep all day again?”
Her tongue hangs out as she looks up at me with her bulging eyes.
“Man, I missed you,” a deep familiar voice rings out from the house.
I gasp as I look up and see my husband strutting out of the house in a pair of jeans and a tight gray shirt. He still takes my breath away every time. He’s magnificent.
“I thought you were only getting home later tonight?” I ask with my heart pounding.
He gives me that grin I love so much. “Surprise.”
“It certainly is,” I say as I stand up, wishing I wasn’t covered in dog hair. “If I knew, I would have let the kids walk home from school to give us some time alone.”
He laughs. “It’s over twenty miles.”
“I like to take my time,” I say with a sultry look. “When you have a superstar like Sebastian Kemp to pleasure, you want to make it last.”
He struts up to me, grabs my chin in his strong hand, and tilts my head up. His heated blue eyes are trained on my parted lips.
Oh god…
My body is already going. I need him. I can’t wait until the kids are asleep.
“Shed?”
I moan as I look at the ravenous intensity in his eyes. “Shed,” I whisper.
The kids are probably online with their friends or playing video games inside. We should have an hour without interruption, but with the way our bodies are so primed and ready, I doubt we’ll need that long.
We hurry to the shed and sneak inside, locking the door behind us.
With the smell of gasoline from the ride-on mower and chlorine from the pool, it’s not exactly romantic, but I’m not in the mood for romance. I’m in the mood for some hard fucking and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
My barbarian husband bends me over the tractor, yanks up my skirt, pulls my wet panties to the side, and thrusts his big hard cock into my aching pussy with one hard drive of his hips.
I cry out in bliss when I feel him stretching me out.
It feels so good . He’s so big. So fucking hard .
He rams his thick cock into me over and over until I’m holding back screams and cumming all over his huge dick.
I close my eyes and moan when I feel his cock surging inside of me, filling me with his hot seed.
He’s amazing . He’s not just a star at hockey. He’s talented in so many ways…
After recovering from our intense orgasms, we get dressed and head back out, pretending like we were examining a broken weed whacker the whole time just in case any of the kids are around.
We’ll do it again properly with some foreplay and romance later tonight when the kids are sleeping, but that should hold us over for now.
Marriage with kids… It’s not always perfect, but it can always be fun!