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  I didn’t cry out when he fucked too deep and I saw stars. But I did scream and cream all over his cock when he pulled and shoved the long thick plug into my ass without any lube.

  That was the first time he made my feet shake uncontrollably. When I felt fireworks in my tummy! And when he lifted my legs and put them over his shoulder so he could power drive his beautiful cock into me over and over I would’ve cut that bitch if she walked through the door. No wonder she was losing her damn mind. This is some good dick.

  And I let him know how good it was with every scream, every moan and every nibble of his lips when we kissed. My poor pussy was feeling the burn, but even that was welcomed.

  I whispered in his ear. Telling him how good he felt deep inside me. How I wanted him to cum deep and hard! He roared and fucked into me harder, while plunging the butt plug in and out of my ass.

  And when he wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed while his hips went into overdrive I came and came until I thought I would pass out.

  And when he was done, after I felt him shoot off inside me, and ease out, I gobbled down his cock and cleaned it with my tongue. Even his balls that were dripping with a mixture of my juices and his. Top that bitch.

  While he was laying on the cold hard floor catching his breath, I got up and got the shit I needed to make my grandma’s tiramisu. I didn’t have to look back to know he was looking at me with a look of wonder on his face. Or have to think too hard to imagine what was going through his mind right at this moment as I moved around his kitchen naked except for an apron, mixing shit.

  It took him less than five minutes to get up off the floor and come up behind me to wrap his arms around me from behind.

  “Listen freak, how long you plan on leaving this thing in my ass?” Of course that was my sneaky way of bringing it to his attention so he could do exactly what he did.

  Which was to play with it, pushing it slowly in and out of my ass as he nibbled my ear. “As long as it takes. You need help? I’m gonna go grab a shower.”

  “Nope, I’ve got it.” I lifted my lips for a kiss and sent him on his merry way knowing my job was done. Maybe I’ll let him fuck my ass later just to erase her completely from his mind.

  For the next week and a half while the kids were gone and it was just he and I, I made sure he never had a dull moment. From the minute he walked through the door in the evening, I had something for us to do.

  As long as my homework was out of the way, which it usually was by the time I heard his bike pulling into the driveway. The rest of the evening was ours to enjoy.

  We made dinner together, talked about what we were gonna do with the kids when they came back, and played cards or went out for a ride on his bike. In other words, every free moment was spent together.

  I knew it wouldn’t always be like that, and I was always willing to share when the kids were home, but I was ingratiating myself into his life until he could no longer live without me.

  The night before the kids were due home I knew he was gearing up to see her the next day. I can always tell his moods and was prepared this time.

  He’d come in, kissed me hello and headed for the shower while I was putting the lasagna in the oven. I waited until I heard the water running and made my way to join him.

  He was washing his hair when I pulled back the door and stepped in. “Hi!” I dropped to my knees and grabbed his dick, leading it to my mouth.

  “Oh fuck Olivia!” I laughed around his cock and got down to business. Since his hands were occupied I was free to move at my own pace and I took my time and enjoyed the length of his cock in my mouth.

  I hummed and moaned and fingered my own twat while he grew in my mouth. But as much as my pussy was on fire for him, I had other uses for this stiff rod.

  I popped his cock out of my mouth just as he got the last of the shampoo out of his hair. “I want you to fuck me in the ass Rich. Nice and hard until my pussy explodes.”

  I think he almost broke his wrist turning off the water. I started laughing when he snatched me up off the shower floor and hightailed it to the bed.

  I stopped laughing when he put me on my knees at the edge of the bed and eased his too thick cock into my tight unused ass.

  By the time he got half his big old dirty dick in my ass I’d cum three times and was working on the fourth. I think I found a new favorite.

  Richard

  I can feel that noose tightening around my neck. I don’t know when it started, it just sorta snuck up on me, but I’ve been noticing the change here in the last few days.

  When we started I was sure we both knew and understood that there were no strings attached. Neither of us, as far as I knew were looking for anything long-term.

  But lately I’m not so sure. Lately it seems like we spend every waking moment together. For instance, I close the shop one day a week, that’s Sunday.

  When I have the kids, we always do something together and when they’re not here I’d usually putter around the house fixing shit or just lazing around watching the game.

  Now, I’m either out shopping with her, she likes to shop, or being dragged off to a play or a movie or some fuck that I would’ve sworn I had no interest in. That’s not the problem though!

  The problem is that I’m beginning to like that shit, to the point that I actually look forward to it. Now in the evenings when she’s doing homework I’d sit and read the paper or a magazine, waiting for her to be done so we can spend some time together.

  If all our time was spent in bed I wouldn’t be so worried, but we’d gravitated in the last few weeks from just fuck buddies to friends, and maybe something more.

  This evening I came home and she wasn’t here. I looked all around the house calling for her with no answer. And you know what I did? I started to panic.

  I called her number, no answer. I paced, I swore, I ran my hands over my head until I think I rubbed a bald spot into my shit.

  I walked to the fridge to get a beer and slammed the door shut when I couldn’t remember what I was there for. And even when I remembered I’d already lost the taste for it.

  I wanted her home. I told myself as soon as she walked through the door I was gonna light into her ass for doing this shit to me. Then I asked myself what the fuck I thought I was doing.

  I went through all the reasons in my head why that shit wouldn’t be right, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was that I’m used to her being here when I come home and she wasn’t.

  I heard her key in the door and dragged it open before she had the chance to open it. “Where the fuck have you been?” I pulled her into the house and pushed her up against the wall.

  It seems all my angst and worry had gone straight to my dick. I didn’t give the poor girl a chance to answer. Just reached under the short skirt she wore and tore her panties in two.

  I wrestled my cock past my zipper and fisted it before lifting her off her feet and slamming into her hard. She didn’t even cry out, but kept her eyes on mine.

  I fucked her standing against the wall, not a word said between us, taking out my frustration on her pussy with each stroke. I didn’t like the look in her eye, like she was goading me, so I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed.

  That shit only made her pussy tighter around my punishing cock, so I did it even harder. I slammed my mouth down on hers as I fucked into her and felt the first twinge of an orgasm building inside her.

  My cock pounded into her like a piston. Quick, deep, and hard, while I force-fed her my tongue. I felt something growing inside me, something dark and volatile.

  I’ve never in my life felt this possessive of a woman before, not even the one I was married to, so I had nothing to compare the madness to.

  All I know is that there was fear and anger and relief all rolled into one, and happiness. That was the kicker. I was happy to be inside her again.

  I guess maybe when she didn’t come home it was brought home to me that I have no hold on her. I can’t tell
her when to come and go. She’s just my fucking employee.

  “Don’t you ever, not come home when you’re supposed to; you hear me?” I nipped her lip and fucked into her hard while my heart beat out of control in my chest.

  “Okay Rich I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” She held my head in her hands and kissed me and I swear to fuck she was smiling. I didn’t care.

  If she was playing me, oh well, it was well fucking played. I’ve never been that close to losing my shit over pussy before and I knew as well as she did what that shit meant.

  The thing is, we were barely hitting the four-month mark. But it didn’t seem to matter. When a thing is right, it just fucking is. And no amount of dissecting and second-guessing is going to change that.

  I eased my hold on her neck and softened my kiss even as my cock calmed down and stopped acting like this was his last go at her.

  “You can’t leave me, I won’t let you.” It was as close as I’ve come to telling her what I feel for her. But I knew she got it when she cried out and wrapped her arms tighter around me.

  Then she did that most female of things, she started crying. I lifted her away from the wall and headed down the hallway to our bed.

  Once there, I laid her back gently, nothing like the beast who’d attacked her as soon as she cleared the door. “Why are you crying baby?” She sniffled and smiled up at me.

  “I’m happy, you make me happy.” She tugged on my head and I lowered it to give her what she wanted. And what she wanted was to inhale my tongue before feeding me hers.

  We moved together, slowly, gently, for all that my cock was shoved up against her womb with each thrust. My heart was finally back in its place again but even as I moved inside her, I knew something vital had changed.

  This time when I came inside her, I almost regretted the fact that there was something stopping my seed from taking root. The thought scared the shit out of me.

  She saw the deer in headlights look on my face since I was still laying on top of her and frowned. “What is it?” I had to think fast. She already had me by the balls, I give word to this shit and it’s game over.

  “Where were you?” I’m not sure she bought my evasion but she let me off the hook by pretending she did. I was in no way ready to leave the comforting warmth of her body and she didn’t seem ready to let me go.

  So I rested on my arms above her and played with her hair as I awaited her answer. “I had rounds today and I think I caught a cold from one of the patients. One of the doctors looked at my glands and gave me a prescription so I ran to the pharmacy across town.”

  “You’re sick?” I felt the way I do when one of my kids fall sick. Like the world was coming to an end. Almost six years and I still don’t know how to handle that shit.

  I felt her forehead for a fever and it was then I noticed the dull look in her eyes. “Aw, poor baby.” I eased my semi hard cock out of her and pushed her up on the bed.

  “What are you doing?” She laughed and swatted at me when I pulled the comforter up to her chin. “Stay there, I’ll be back in a few.” I fixed my jeans that I never did take off and left the room.

  I stood in the kitchen like a complete rube. I suddenly couldn’t remember the recipe for mom’s chicken soup. I knew I was panicking, knew it was over the top, but what the fuck, I couldn’t help it.

  I grabbed the phone and a pot. Mom answered on the third ring. “Hello son…”

  “Mom, Olivia’s sick, how do I make chicken soup again?” She didn’t answer and I had to yell her name out. “Keep your shorts on, I was just trying to figure out who this is on my phone. You’re gonna make her chicken soup?”

  “It’s not like I haven’t made it before.”

  “Well, yeah, for the kids. I don’t recall you ever making it for Melissa.”

  “That’s because whenever she got sick her mother overran my house and took over, now tell me what to do.”

  She walked me through the first steps until it came back to me. I threw some chicken in the microwave to defrost and chopped the vegetables while she stuck her nose in my shit.

  I guess that’s the price I had to pay for her assistance. By the time I hung up the phone she’d swindled me into Sunday dinner this weekend with the kids and Olivia. Yeah!

  All I need is for Melissa to hear this shit and all hell’s gonna break loose. Those two never saw eye to eye on shit. But mom, for all that she’s only met my girl a handful of times, already seems to have warmed up to her.

  I checked on her while the soup was cooking and she was fast asleep. I felt like ten kinds of an ass for the way I’d treated her when she walked through the door.

  But now that I had some time to myself I took that shit out and looked at it. I left the bedroom door where I’d been standing watching her and headed back to the kitchen.

  I sat there watching the fire under the saucepan as my mind went around in circles. We haven’t known each other long enough for anything heavy. Have we?

  I already have one fucked up marriage under my belt, I can’t do two. Though the thought of Olivia and I going through a similar situation burned a hole in my gut. I got up and paced around the room like a caged animal, throwing around pros and cons.

  No matter what I came up with, it all came down to one thing. I can’t live without her. I just can’t see it. How the fuck did that happen? I wasn’t afraid when I asked Melissa to marry me. I’m scared shitless now.

  Somehow I know that if I fuck this up I’ll never recover. When I look ahead, she’s there. When I think of all the shit I have to look forward to with my kids, she’s the one I see standing beside me.

  And then I thought of the last time they were here. How she spent hours playing dress-up with my little girl. How the two of them, put on a show for me, and my boy.

  How my kids went to sleep with a smile on their faces that night. Telling me, how much fun they had. How that night I made quiet sweet love to her in our bed while everything I loved was under my roof. Fuck!

  Richard

  She was sick for three harrowing days. The antibiotics helped a little and I kept her hydrated. The kids kept her company all day Saturday while I went to the shop and then on Sunday the four of us laid in bed all day watching crap movies. Kids!

  By Monday she was coming around and I was about ready to fuck a knot in the wall. I’m not used to going without unless she’s on her period shit and lying next to her fever warm body every night was hell on my dick.

  Monday we saw the kids off to school and she had about a half an hour before she had to leave. She was eyeing me, I was eyeing her, and then I tackled her and took her down. Right there at the damn door.

  She laughed like a loon while I tore at her clothes and mine. Her laughter became a sigh when I slid into her nice and easy. “Damn I missed you.”

  “I missed you too. Kiss me.” It was the slowest sex we’ve ever had and fuck if that shit wasn’t intense. She’d zapped my ass for sure. I don’t know when she pulled it off or even how. But I know by the fourth stroke I knew I was fighting a losing battle.

  There was no rush, nothing else intruded as we came together in a dance unlike any we’d shared before. And just as I felt her tense up around my cock for the first time, a strange thought struck.

  I’ve never been this happy with anyone. Never felt the depth of emotion I feel for her, with her. I’d married someone else, someone I can say without regret that I did not love half as much. How could I not make her mine?

  “Marry me!” I stopped moving and so did she. I held her eyes with mine until hers filled up with tears. “Don’t cry baby, just give me an answer.” She nodded her head as she fought for the words.

  “Yes-yes, a thousand times yes.” She pulled my head back down to hers and wrapped her legs around me. We moved slowly, never leaving each other’s lips, until I finished inside her.

  “I don’t want to be apart from you today.” She gave me a hopeful look as she said it and I knew she was half expecting me to balk. Bar
ring emergency I never take a day off.

  “You’ve got it sweetheart.” She texted someone about her day’s classes under the guise of still being ill while I called my second in command who had a lot of fucking jokes when I told him I wasn’t coming in.

  We spent the day in bed, as if that’s a surprise. I was surprised at the amount of talking we did. We talked while we fucked, we talked while we took five minute breaks, and we talked when she was too tired and sore to take me but I still laid on top of her with my cock buried inside her.

  A couple hours before the kids were due home we sat in the tub with her on my lap and sipped an old bottle of champagne. I felt lighter than I had in weeks as she rested back against my chest.

  I lifted her hand out of the water and studied her fingers. “Do you want to choose your ring or do you want me to?”

  “I want you to. I want to see what you’ll choose for me.” I kissed her temple and hugged her closer with one arm. I know just what kind of ring I want for her. The shit’s gonna dig into my stash, but it’s worth it, she’s worth it.

  I’m glad she made that choice because I didn’t want her to choose. I know her, she’d look for the cheapest thing she could find because she’s always thinking of the kids.

  I appreciate that shit more than she can know. But I want her to have the best, because the shit’s gonna be part of her life for the next sixty years at least.

  She doesn’t know about my finances because that wasn’t something I needed to discuss with the babysitter that I was screwing like a teenage kid on a bender.

  The truth is, I’m not in the first one percent, not even close, but I’m not hurting either. Because I inherited my home, I avoided one of life’s greatest debts.

  My shop has been doing pretty well for the past five years or so, and within this last year have seen a swift upturn that have set me up nice barring some shit, like the house blowing away in a tornado.