“When are you going to fix my ride?” Iago asks me.
“As soon as you stop giving me such a hard time about it,” I say, laughing. “No, I’m joking. It’s almost ready. Give me a couple of hours tomorrow, and it’ll be as good as new.”
I think about the day I met this woman, the only one for me, and I remember how tough things used to be for us. I always acted harder than I had to act because that was the way things were where I was from. As soon as I got out here, it was like a weight had been lifted
from my shoulders.
Now I have Henson and Verona. They may take an insane amount of work to maintain, but the payoff is more than worth it. Every day, they grow up before my eyes, testing me and surprising me.
I have Caroline, the love of my fucking life. Where would I be without her? Absolutely nowhere. Well, six feet underneath the ground, I suppose. The only reason I’m even close to the top is because of her.
She pulls me toward the sliding glass doors of our backyard. “Honey, can you come inside and help me get the food ready, for a sec?” she asks.
“Iago, watch the kids, will you?” I ask him.
Caroline hands him the baby, and he looks dumbfounded. “Come on, man. It’s easy,” I say. “We’ll be quick. I just gotta help with the food.”
He looks down at the baby and says, “Hey there… uh, goo goo gaga?”
“Great, I’ll be right back. You’re doing awesome, man,” I say.
When I’m inside, I’m more relaxed. I see her in the kitchen, sitting backwards in that chair, ass completely out, and she’s naked.
“Holy mother of God,” I whisper, saliva choking up in my throat.
I quickly unzip my pants and stuff my face in her behind.
CAROLINE
He eats my pussy from behind. “Happy five years, baby,” I whisper.
My ass sticks out from the chair. Apparently, this is the cake he meant to order for the party.
“God, you know exactly what I want, all the time. Don’t you?” he asks, licking upward and sucking on my lips.
I just smile and enjoy him. It’s been five fucking years since all the craziness went down. Now I get to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
Every. Single. Day.
When he fucks me, he takes me like a bull. He’s massive.
He splits me open like a ripe fruit, taking me in every position. No furniture is safe.
His favorite, of course, is up against the sink.
We have to be quick and careful. We do have friends over, and we’ve got the two wild kids. But that doesn’t mean we have to hold back all the way.
When we finish, we quickly zip up our pants, make out for about five whole minutes, and adjust our hair.
“I can’t believe this is us,” he says. “God, I love our life together.”
“Me too,” I whisper. “It’s funny, actually. Do you think our kids would ever believe the crap we’ve done?”
“Nope, and they’re never going to know, either,” he says. “I wouldn’t dream of telling them anything about my old life.”
“Me neither,” I say. “They’re too pure. Look at them.”
We stand near the sliding glass doors, looking at Verona play in the tall grass, while Iago stands, bouncing Henson lightly.