Epilogue
EPILOGUE
brENT
Five years later…
I watch as my son Matthew, two years old today, walks over to his gorgeous mother and is swept into her arms. A sense of warmth and contentment settles over me like a warm blanket as I kick my feet up on the coffee table and take a sip of my Arnold Palmer.
Time sure does fly.
It’s hard to believe it’s been five years. Five years since I met my wife, Luna. My love, my heart, my partner in life. The piece of me that was missing and I didn’t even know it.
I watch her as she sweeps Matthew up and swings him around as he giggles in the pink and purple rays of evening sun beaming through the large, plate-glass windows of our living room.
She’s wearing a simple pair of white linen pants and a tight, white top that hugs her physique to perfection. I love watching her play with my son. It just reminds me of how strong we are as a family–of what we’ve built together.
She catches me eyeing her smiles as I make a suggestive tapping motion against my wrist. It’s only a few minutes until Matthew’s bedtime, but due to a meeting out of town, it’s been two days since I’ve been able to get my hands on my beautiful wife. And I’m dying to do so.
“All right, sweetie,” she whispers to our handsome young son. “It’s time for bed.”
He squirms slightly and puts on his pouty face. “I’m not tired, Mommy!”
“Oh, I can tell you are, baby boy,” she says, heading down the hallway to his bedroom. I watch her hips sway back and forth, feeling my cock already growing hard just at the sight of her as I think about how good it’s going to be to get back inside her. Being denied the feel of my wife’s pussy for more than 24 hours is bordering on torture.
After Luna and I got back together, Jeff simply assumed his daughter had gone back to spying on me for him. I guess the thought that she would ever disobey him never crossed his mind. But after a few months and a few false stories from her about all the information she was collecting on me for him, Luna managed to pull the classic double-agent maneuver on her own father for me.
I guess she really didn’t appreciate being used by her own dad for financial gain, because one day she came to me with all the information I needed to prove he’d been bribing the health and safety inspectors and also the local town government.
We had enough to put him away for years, but seeing as how I was planning on marrying his daughter, I pulled some strings with the judge and had his sentence reduced to a massive fine and a ban from working in the grocery or dairy industry ever again.
It took a couple of years, but things between Jeff and Luna have been slowly healing. Honestly, I like that. He is her father, after all. I doubt he and I will ever be the best of friends, but I don’t want her to be distant from him forever. I know what it’s like to lose someone you love.
Our eyes meet as she steps out of Matthew’s room and shoots a sultry glance down the hallway at me. My vision vignettes until the only thing I can see is her.
As always, she looks drop dead gorgeous. Sexy as ever.
I say nothing but pat the couch cushion beside me as she begins to slink forward toward me, moving her hips like an erotic dancer. She grabs the hem of her shirt and slowly peels it off, exposing the lace bra beneath, barely covering her perfect breasts. They seem to have grown since the last time I saw her, but that’s not possible. I’m simply overcome with desire.
One single day away from her and I’m like a teenage boy all over again, smitten by her the way we all are when we have that one celebrity crush we think about constantly.
“Have you missed me?” she asks when she’s almost reached me.
“Have you missed me?” I counter, reaching out and hooking my fingers in the hem of her pants. She tilts her hips back, helping me pull them down, revealing the matching pair of lace panties beneath. And the wet spot.
I’m rock hard.
“I guess so,” I growl. I snatch her hand and force it down onto my bulge so she can feel my arousal. “And does that answer your question?”
Her face go instantly flush with lust, and she grips my swollen cock. I tug my pants and briefs down, letting my manhood spring free. The corner of her lips twists up with approval.
“Still as big as ever.”
“And you’re even sexier than I remember.”
“Than you remember?” She giggles as I guide her to her knees in front of me. “You’ve been gone a day, baby.”
“Far too long to be away from you,” I reply, stroking my fingers through her hair as she opens her mouth.
The warmth and tenderness of her mouth on my cock sends a growl rippling up through my center.
“Goddamn you’re so good at that,” I groan as she goes to work on me, just as she knows I like it. I reach down and massage her breasts, gritting my teeth against the pleasure she drives into me.
She grips my cock with both hands, moving up and down on my shaft, wet with her spit, in a twisting motion. She’s moving faster than usual tonight.
“You want some of my special, sweet cream, don’t you, baby?” With her mouth full, my wife can only nod. Testosterone rages through me like a bull ready to mate.
“Then get ready, gorgeous. I’ve got plenty for you.”
Every stroke brings me closer and closer to the edge. The inside of her cheeks massages my cock with warmth and the perfect amount of suction, and her absolute beauty and the way she’s looking at me is the cherry on top.
My balls go tight as I burst into her mouth, unloading a day’s worth of built-up sweet cream I’ve had waiting for her. I feel her hungrily lapping it up, swallowing eagerly as I spray across her tongue and into the back of her throat as my back arches up off the couch.
Finally, I crash back down and snatch her up on top of me, peeling her panties off and tossing them aside.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper as I tease the slit of her smooth little pussy with my throbbing cock.
“Babe,” she giggles. “What are you doing? You just came.”
“So?” I ask, sliding inside her. She gasps, and I spank her hard on her plump backside. “You think I can’t go more than once with the love of my life?”
“Oh, Brent,” she moans as I begin to take her. “God, I love you.”
“And I love you, Luna,” I say back, staring directly into her eyes as I begin to pump, causing her back to arch and those cute little breathy sounds to emerge from her lips.
“You have more of that cream for me?” she asks, biting her lower lip.
“Oh, I’m pretty sure I’ve got another helping for you.” I grin as her thighs squeeze around my waist and I feel her beginning to rock back against me. “But you have to earn it.”
Her eyes light up at this, and she quickly tosses her bra aside and pulls her body close against mine.
“I love it when you talk to me like that.” Her hands brace against my chest as she picks up the pace.
“Show me just how much, baby. Show me.”
And she does.
THE END
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