Epilogue
BEAU
“ This feels illegal,” Macy said as we stood on the banks of the pond just a few miles from our house.
I shrugged. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
It had been five years since our polar plunge down in Adairsville. Five perfect years.
Well, five years and three months, to be exact. On our five-year dating anniversary, we decided that on our wedding anniversary, which was today, we’d skinny dip again.
She couldn’t chicken out now, and she knew it. We’d gotten an entire kid-free weekend, thanks to my parents watching our three-year-old daughter, Angel, and our one-year-old son, Max. It was our first night without the kids since soon after Angel was born, and we’d just polished off a couple of Shack Stack burgers on the front seat of Macy’s SUV. Now we stood, fully clothed, staring out over the water.
“Don’t overthink it,” I said, grabbing my T-shirt and pulling it up over my head. “This’ll be much easier than the first time.”
She laughed. “That’s not saying much. The first time was great, but very, very uncomfortable.”
“Exactly. And it was more likely we would’ve been arrested that time. We were in Adairsville, after all.”
She nodded and looked back over her shoulder. “No police force means we could probably get away with this. The worst thing that could happen is someone would pull in here and see us.”
That was unlikely. We were near the top of the mountain, down a secluded gravel road that most people didn’t know about. Eventually, it would be developed, but for now, we could enjoy some time to ourselves in peace.
Macy must have decided it was safe because she pulled off her shirt and unbuttoned her shorts. I didn’t wait around for her, though. I jumped into the water, reminding myself as it chilled me to the bone that it was nothing like that first time. My body temperature would definitely lower enough that I’d get used to it.
“It’s so nice to have a night off,” she said as the water sloshed behind me.
She’d waded in, and when I turned, I found her naked, that perfect body making me ache to touch her. My erection had been growing since even before we finished our meal. Just knowing what we were going to do tonight had gotten me hard long before I saw her naked.
“We both work too hard,” I said.
That was true. And with the kids, we definitely had our hands full. Macy ran a bakery with some other women who’d been part of the national baking competition that weekend five years ago. Seduction Summit Sweets, it was called, and it was beyond thriving. They had so many orders, they finally hired a crew of teenagers to help out after school and on weekends. Soon they’d be hiring their first full-time employee, a manager who would help run the day-to-day operations.
“Didn’t some famous person say if you love what you do, you never work a day in your life?” Macy asked.
I nodded. “I love what I do, but it still feels like work.”
She waded toward me, using her arms like oars to move her along again, just like she’d done that first night. I smiled at the memory.
“You know, there’s something we couldn’t do that first night,” she said.
“What’s that?” I asked, gripping my cock with my right hand. She wouldn’t see what I was doing underwater, but it felt necessary to keep things under control.
“We never finished that game of Marco Polo,” she said.
Crap, I’d forgotten all about that. It was fun, but a game wasn’t really what I had in mind.
“I was dying to find you so I could accidentally touch you.” I emphasized the word “accidentally” to make sure she knew it would have been anything but. “Then you ducked underwater and let out that scream?—”
“It was hardly a scream,” she interrupted. “But yeah, it was quite a shock. Thanks for reminding me, though. I was thinking this was cold, but this is like a hot tub in comparison to that.”
I would hardly say that. But if she came over here and warmed me up a little, I wouldn’t argue.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “Close your eyes and turn around, and I’ll surprise you.”
I liked the sound of that, so I didn’t argue. I just slammed my eyes closed and turned around, smiling as I thought about the life we’d built together. I never could have imagined, meeting her in that lift ticket building all those years ago, that within months we’d be sharing my cabin up in the mountains as she and her friends pulled together the money necessary to start their own bakery.
And she’d changed my life in other ways. Marrying her had changed local opinions of me, but it wasn’t like I cared all that much what they thought. Soon after meeting her, I’d strode right into Rosie’s Diner, head held high, with Macy by my side. Having her with me had given me the confidence I needed to ignore the stares of locals.
These days, they didn’t stare at all. And the old-timers were so outnumbered by newcomers anyway, it wasn’t like it mattered. I was free to roam the town without worrying about whispers and glares.
The slosh of water behind me told me Macy was swimming around. I was tempted to turn and look, but no, I had to keep my eyes closed. It was part of the game.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my thigh. It would have freaked me out, but I knew my wife’s touch all too well. That was Macy’s hand.
Her other hand landed on my opposite thigh, but I kept my eyes closed. She was in front of me. I could feel the water moving around my legs. Suddenly, though, she broke through the water’s surface, and my eyes popped open as I saw her standing in front of me, those hands that had just been on my thigh wiping water away from her eyes.
“Fuck, that’s still cold,” she said.
“Come here, and I’ll warm you up.”
I had my arms around her, pulling her toward me before her eyes were even open. But they popped open as her hands went to my upper arms.
She smiled up at me. “I was going to take you in my mouth under there, but I ran out of breath. I could do it again, though.”
I opened my mouth to protest. But before I could, she took a deep breath and dropped down into the water.
Oh, fuck. She was actually going to do this.
Her mouth went around my cock, and I found myself saying, “Oh” as my eyelids slammed shut. That felt damn good. Too good. I didn’t know if it was not being able to see her or the combination of her warm, wet mouth around me and the water that covered the rest of my lower body, but the sensations were like nothing I’d ever experienced.
I would stop her to avoid coming too soon, but I knew she’d run out of breath before that happened. Sure enough, she lasted only a couple of minutes before she broke the surface again, wiping water from her eyes.
“Sorry I couldn’t keep going,” she said. “Let me catch my breath and?—”
“Come here,” I interrupted. “I want you to warm me up.”
It was a line, of course. What I wanted had nothing to do with warming up. But it would have been best for us both to be a little closer. I pulled her into my arms and lowered my mouth, giving her the kiss I’d been craving for the past half hour or so. Even after all this time, I still couldn’t get enough of my girl.
I found myself holding back from touching her all too often. Having kids around meant most of the time you had to settle for holding hands and the occasional kiss on the cheek. But once the kids were in bed and we were in our bedroom at night, it was on.
I ran my hands over Macy’s back as I pulled her tighter against me, her tits pressed against the hard wall of my chest. Childbirth had only made her curves more pronounced, and I couldn’t get enough of them. I’d run my hands over her naked body for hours if I could. We both were too impatient for that, though.
“Turn around,” I said when I finally broke the kiss.
Her eyes widened, and so did her smile. But she did exactly that. She spun in my arms and leaned back against me, knowing exactly what I had planned.
My finger found her clit immediately and began moving it in the pattern I knew she loved, but I didn’t want to rush things. Instead, I drew it out, teasing her as my fingers moved over her nipple. She sighed and leaned her head back a little, her hair tickling my cheek. But I kept going, closing my eyes and willing my throbbing cock to hold on just a little longer.
When she came, she was quiet about it, gasping and sighing but not making noise that could be heard much farther than the shore of this pond. Then finally, she relaxed against me, and I realized she’d had her back arched for a couple of minutes. When she turned in my arms, her hand found my cock and she began stroking it as she looked up at me with a naughty smile.
“It’s your turn,” she said.
I shook my head. “It’s our turn.”
In one swift motion, I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. It was like she knew exactly what I had planned. I held her up with one arm as I used my free hand to position my tip at her entrance.
As she slid me inside her, I moaned. It was, once again, like coming home. But I wasn’t going to stop until she came a second time. I moved my hand between us and my thumb found her clit, resuming the rhythmic pattern over it. Her breasts grazed my chest with each movement, turning me on even more. But I kept my eyes on her face, feeling a sense of accomplishment when her eyes once again drifted closed, and her lips parted.
Oh yeah, she was enjoying this. I’d get her there in no time.
We’d come a long way since that first night together. My girl knew exactly what she liked in bed and was not afraid to say it. But it wasn’t just that we had an active sex life. We were best friends too. I could talk to her for hours and never run out of things to say.
“Oh, don’t stop,” she whispered. “Yeah, that feels so good.”
It didn’t seem like much time had passed at all when she began losing control on my cock. She was balancing herself by gripping my shoulders, but she was doing most of the work, bouncing up and down on me, sliding my cock in and out of that tight pussy. It seemed like she’d lost all sense of time and place as everything focused on what my finger was doing to her.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she whispered. And then finally, without keeping her voice down at all, she let out a loud, “Ahh!”
I glanced at the shoreline and verified nobody was around to overhear. So why were we being so quiet?
When I turned my focus back to Macy, she’d lowered her head, her eyes still closed, and the fact that she’d gone completely still told me she’d come down. But then, like she was rallying, she looked up at me, eyes popping open.
With a nod, she started moving again, bouncing like she had before. She arched her back a little so I could see those beautiful tits. She knew I loved to watch them when she moved on me. I longed to touch them, but right now I used both hands to hold her in place as I slid my cock in and out of her, going faster and faster. My orgasm built and then finally peaked, and the release I’d been dying for over the past half hour finally came.
Only once I was completely spent did I finally look back at the shore again. We were still alone.
“Let’s get out of here before someone catches us,” I said, moving her off me.
She laughed. “Where have I heard that one before?”
Yeah, we had a thing for sex in public places. This was the first time in a body of water since that night we met. We’d done it in alleyways, on the ski gondola, and in the very lift ticket building where we’d first talked to each other.
I had a feeling there’d be many more public adventures in our future. We just had to work it in when we didn’t have the kids.
“I needed that,” she said as we waded to the shore. She snatched up her bra and began putting it on before going for her panties.
“The sex?” I asked. “Or the swim?”
“Not the swim,” she said, shaking her head. “You. In fact, maybe we should go home and make love all night.”
“Oh, I was planning on it. This is just the appetizer.”
She laughed again. “If that’s the appetizer, I can’t wait for the meal.”
“And wait until you see what I have in store for dessert,” I said. “Whipped cream may be involved.”
Ooh. I liked the way my girl thought.
As I had that first night, I climbed in the vehicle and started it up, blasting the heat even though it was eighty degrees outside. We both felt chilled to the core, despite our lovemaking, and I couldn’t wait to get home and fully dry off so we could enjoy the night together.
But before I put the car in gear, I looked over at Macy. “Have I told you today that I love you?”
She looked over at me. “Yes, but you can say it again and again.”
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too.” She leaned over and gave me a long kiss. Then she pulled back and looked out the front windshield and said, “Get me home so I can get you naked again.”
I smiled at that. Then I put the truck in gear and headed back to the gravel road.
There was no denying the giant smile on my face. I was definitely the happiest man alive.