Epilogue
ROMAN
Three years later…
I’m crouched in the bushes by the tree line, looking in at our house. There she is, standing by the sink, making her evening cup of ginger peach tea.
My beautiful wife, her belly nice and plump with six months of pregnancy.
We don’t know yet if it’s a boy or a girl, and the truth is, we don’t want to know. We both want to be surprised.
Simply watching her now, walking through the kitchen in a pair of panties and a crop-top T-shirt has my cock growing rapidly under my pants. She’s curvier than ever, and her breasts have grown a whole cup size. I have massive hands, but soon, they won’t be big enough.
If you were an outsider passing this house in your car, you’d probably glance at it and think a regular, normal, boring couple lived in it.
A well landscaped lawn, nice gardens, two new cars, and even a welcome mat out front.
What you’d never guess is the amount of dirty sexual fantasies that play out within.
And that’s why I’m out here tonight, dressed all in black, a ski mask over my face.
Annie and I still fuck like a couple of eighteen-year-olds with raging hormones who can’t keep their hands off each other. In fact, we’re even wilder now than we were when we first got together.
Everything and anything she could imagine, we’ve done.
I’ve kidnapped her, pretended to be a stranger and taken her to a dirty motel and fucked her brains out. I’ve tied her up while she was asleep and had my way with her. Broken into the bedroom at night and pretended to be a killer.
Wonder where we got that idea…
But I’m not a killer anymore. I’m just a guy who works in private security.
It used to be my job to take life; now I protect it.
Annie no longer works at her art studio; she runs it.
All the big decisions are hers, from scheduling to which artists to display.
And when the owner decides to officially retire, we’re going to buy it from him.
She’s even started writing romance. ‘Smutty romance,’ as she calls it. She says she’s going to start by publishing online and see if anybody likes it. But with the scenarios she’s able to dream up, I’m sure they will.
I smile as I watch Annie take out a tea bag and set it in her mug. She’s about to pour the kettle over it when she stops. Something has caught her eye.
For a second, I think it might be me. I’ve blown my cover by waiting too long.
But nope. It’s just another moth. She scoops it up with both hands and ushers it out the window.
Just another reason I love my wife. She’s as tough as they come, and naughty down to her core, but her kindness is unparalleled. And that’s how I know she’ll be an incredible mother.
She pours water into her mug and heads for the living room. I slowly emerge from my hiding spot and creep down the slope to the house.
I’m her husband. Her protector. But tonight, I’m something more.
I’m a fantasy.
The back door is cracked like I left it.
I slip inside and creep down the hall, making no noise whatsoever.
I hear Annie humming to herself and peer around the corner to see her sitting in her normal spot on the couch.
She’s got her Kindle and is flipping through her library of books when I spring into action.
Rushing into the room, I vault over the couch and land in front of her. She lets out a scream, dropping her mug, which shatters on the floor.
I clamp my hand over her mouth, silencing her, and press the knife to her throat.
Her eyes go wide, and she instantly freezes.
It may look real, but the knife is fake. One of those movie props that I found online and ordered last week. It’s harmless. There’s no way I would ever put my wife in danger. If anything, one could say I’m overprotective.
“Quiet,” I hiss. She nods, pupils dilated. “Now I’m going to remove my hand, and you’re going to stay silent. Understand?”
Another nod.
“You cry out or try to run, and you’re in trouble.”
Her nipples are hard, poking through the fabric of her shirt. My cock is rock hard between my legs, pounding with desire, dripping precum into my briefs. Slowly, I pull my hand from her trembling lips.
“Please,” she whispers. “Don’t hurt me.”
“I won’t,” I growl. “Unless you make me.”
Sliding my hand up her shirt, I grab her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She’s trembling, but her back arches and her lips part.
There’s no disguising the lust in her eyes.
With a quick tug, I yank her panties off, exposing her pretty pink hole. It’s soaked, dripping with arousal. I nearly explode as I tug my zipper down and pull out my rigid cock. Leaning over her, I press the tip against her hole, spreading her just enough to feel the warmth of her pussy.
“Please…I have a husband.”
“I know you do,” I reply, my voice low and dangerous. “What would he think if he knew you were here in his house getting fucked by another man?”
I drive my cock into her without hesitation. She cries out as I bottom out in her soft, silky folds. She’s so primed to take it, and I’ve been planning this all day. I nearly explode as she takes all my inches.
“My husband will kill you,” she snarls as I start pumping, watching her glorious pregnant tits bounce with every thrust.
Her breath comes in tiny gasps as I thrust my hips faster, snatch a fistful of her hair, and pull her face to mine.
“Oh, yeah? What is he? Some kind of tough guy?”
She can barely speak as I pound her. Each word is a punctuated staccato between my heavy thrusts.
“He’s…big…strong…and…he…loves…me…”
I light up inside as I stare into her eyes, my face hidden behind the mask. For so long, I saw myself as nothing but a bad man. A dirtbag. Damaged goods. I’ll never get tired of hearing the wonderful things my wife says about me.
“And he wifed you up because of how sexy you are, didn’t he?
” I growl, changing my strokes from fast to strong and deliberate.
My balls are aching. I can’t keep this up much longer.
Annie’s pussy is just too good. “He just knew that every man who passed you would be checking you out. Dreaming of getting you in bed. Didn’t he? ”
Annie tries to hide it, but her eyes light up. She loves the praise too. She loves teasing me with her beauty.
One of her favorite fantasies is to send me out for groceries, then while I’m gone, she puts on some lingerie and stands by the window so that when I come home, I see her there, looking like a sexy gift I’m desperate to unwrap.
And that’s just what I do.
“My husband loves me,” she mutters. She’s close. I can feel her pussy starting to clamp down on my cock. The rest of her body tensing up.
That’s it. I can’t hold out anymore.
“You know what?” I growl. “I think you’re right.”
My hips buck deep as my orgasm hits me. I spray hot spend inside her hole, coating her folds with my cum. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she cries out. I muffle her screams with my hand, pinning her to the couch as I bottom out, emptying my balls in her as deep as I can go.
We writhe together in mutual ecstasy until finally, I slump down beside her. The mask makes it nearly impossible to get a decent breath, so I pull it off and toss it aside. Annie looks over at me and smiles.
“You’re a great actor, Daddy. Have I ever told you that?”
“Many, many times,” I chuckle. “But a scenario doesn’t work unless you’ve got a great scene partner.”
“Thank you, thank you,” she giggles as I plant soft kisses up her neck. “That one was really fun. We should do it again. Maybe next time with a fake gun?”
“Have I ever told you—”
“That I’m a freak?” she laughs, her eyes blazing. “Many, many times.”
I capture her lips with mine and think about that night, three years ago, and the broken man I was. Just another job—that’s what I thought. But I was wrong. I was so wrong.
I never could have pictured the life I live now. A nice house, a wonderful wife, my own business, a baby on the way.
Jimmy’s crew dissolved after that night I took a bullet for Annie. Without him, there was no reason for anyone else to come after us. Still, I’ve got our house loaded up with all the top security equipment. No point in not being safe.
Even Chuck has started getting his shit together. He’s working for a shipping company now, making decent money. He still forgets things here and there, forgets to show when we invite him over for dinner, but he doesn’t owe anyone two million dollars anymore. So I’d say he’s doing well.
I run my hand over her pregnant belly, thinking about how soon our lives are going to change. I wouldn’t say I’m scared, just nervous.
I want to be the best dad I can be. I need to.
Neither Annie nor I was raised right, so giving our child the best home possible is our number one priority.
“I love you,” I say into her ear as she nuzzles up against my chest.
Her breath slows as she closes her eyes. “I love you too, Daddy. I love you…”