It was incredible to see the difference in Grandpa’s old TV station. Alice had been right – by using it as a learning springboard for university students, the station had taken off.
They were running their own shows for both traditional television and online broadcasts now. Everything was fairly educational, but most programs leaned heavily into the wholesome family entertainment category.
Since more people were coming to the studio every week, the local cafes and restaurants had a bit more business, which had contributed to the revival of the whole neighborhood.
Six months previously the five of us had a meeting, and decided to cut off a small, awkward portion of the property at the far end. We sold it to Gary’s connection at the strip mall corporation. The string of seven new but affordable shops rejuvenated the area even more, and brought more people to the studio when there was a call for audience members.
As I ushered my favorite audience guests to their seats, their tiny hands squeezed mine.
“Daddy, are you going to sit with us?” Kaitlyn asked, tilting her head so that her auburn pigtails swished around her.
“No, honey. I need you to stay with Bobby so that Mommy and Daddy can go talk. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she said, lifting her chin. She absolutely adored bossing her younger brother around.
Thankfully, my stoic little man took it with good humor. He would do anything we asked in order to see the live recordings of his favorite show, Wacky Uncle Darrell’s Puppet Pals.
Once they were settled, I went over to Nikki, one of the audience wranglers, to tell her we’d be a phone call away. Not only did she work at the station, she occasionally babysat for us, so I knew the children were in good hands.
Walking quickly out to the back parking lot, I paced frantically until Alice’s new royal blue SUV pulled in. “How was your trip, sugar?” I asked, wrapping her in my arms the second her feet were on the ground.
“Incredible,” she grinned, her lovely hazel eyes full of joy. “I got a private tour with the curator, and was allowed to take photos of unreleased sketches.”
Guiding her into the back door of the studio, I turned down a dark back hallway. Alice rolled her eyes. “You missed me so badly that you need another quickie in the store room?” She laughed lightly.
She wasn’t wrong. I did have a terrible habit of taking her in nearly public places. She loved it just as much, but teased me mercilessly about it.
Pushing open the door, her mouth fell open as she walked inside and I locked it behind us. A white silk sheet was draped over the couch to reflect the light of the dozen candles that surrounded the small arrangement of pink roses.
Standing behind her, I pulled her against me, placing my hands on the front of her hips. “I really missed you,” I growled in her ear. “Want me to show you how much?”
“Enough to make us a hidden set for a quickie back here?” she smiled, as she turned to unbuckle my belt. “I admire your romantic lighting skills.”
I loved how bold my darling wife had become. Even though she’d only been gone for a day this time, I’d missed her so badly that I just couldn’t wait. Tearing off her panties, I hitched her dress up to her waist and dropped my pants in seconds.
“Husband, did you want me?” she asked teasingly as I laid over her across the couch.
I loved that she took hold of my shaft and guided it
straight into her soft, wet pussy. My sweet girl had become so bold, our heat impossible to contain.
“Ahh,” she moaned as I thrust deep and quick. “Taylor, flip me.”
Although I adored every single thing Alice ever said to me, that was definitely one of my very favorite things to hear. I arranged her on all fours on the couch, then plunged back inside, bringing my fingers directly to her clit.
“Is this what you need, sugar?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Harder.”
I was never exactly rough with her, but when she begged, I used a little more force. She was on the edge already, her tight tunnel squeezing me perfectly.
As always, we read each other’s energy, knowing what the other needed.
“Taylor,” she yelped, “I’m...” Her wordless cry echoed around the small room, as I thrust quickly and firmly into her wetness.
I could feel her climax milking me as I lost all control, coming with a roar that could likely be heard down the hall. Holding her against me, I tried to catch my breath.
“See what happens when you leave me alone?” I chuckled.