Lucky Girl (Lucky In Love)

I help him take his clothes off, but we don’t make it to the bedroom; he bends me over the back of the couch and slams his hard cock into me from behind.

“Feck,” I moan as I try to hold onto the leather couch, but it’s impossible.

“That’s right, baby. Take my cock,” he grunts.

I can’t believe this is my life. I can’t believe that a desperate and reckless act led me to the love of my life, and I couldn’t be happier.

I wonder what the rest of our lives holds in store for us.

Epilogue

Eamon

Twenty Years Later

“Fuck, Fee. Take it. Take my cock,” I groan as I fuck my wife. It’s the morning of our twentieth anniversary, from the first time we got married. Both of our children, Sasha and Farrah, who are nineteen and eighteen, are off to college and we are all alone again. It’s like we are newlyweds again. I can’t keep my hands off of her. It’s as if I am fucking teenager again. When my alarm went off a bit ago, she rolled into me and started stroking my cock. There was no way I could resist her, not that I’d even try.

“I am taking it, my love,” she says, putting her hand on my cheek. Our eyes lock as I continue to drive into her. It’s intense and it’s…

“Perfection,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. I may be fifty-four, but nothing will keep me from fucking my wife except death.

Her pussy clenches my cock and she moans loudly. I fill her with my seed. Slowly, I pull out of her and move to lie beside her.

“That was… wow. It always is, but that was more… everything than usual,” she says.

“It’s you. You bring it out in me. What do you want to do today?” I ask as she moves to get up. The sun is barely up but she has been an early riser of late.

“I have a doctor’s appointment. I haven’t been feeling well.”

“You haven’t said anything.”

“Just random stomach aches. Nothing too serious.”

“Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, Aunt Rita is coming with me,” she says. Her aunt moved in with us about ten years ago. She helped us with the girls while I worked, and Fee went to college. She wanted to be a teacher, and she’s been teaching eighth-grade history for sixteen years now at a local middle school.

“Alright. I’ve got to go to work, but it’ll be an early day. We have reservations tonight for eight. Call me later. I love you,” I tell her, kissing her again.

“I love you too. Have a good day. Be safe and come back to me,” she says as she always has done every single time I’ve left the house without her in the last twenty years.

I sought companionship when I went to that auction; instead, I found the greatest happiness I’ve ever known, with more to come.

A few hours later, Fee texts me to come home, early if I can. I finish up for the day, and head home, as requested.

As soon as I walk in the front door, I hear the old Taylor Swift song, Wildest Dream, playing loudly. We moved from downtown to a subdivision on the other side of town. Rita lives in the mother-in-law's apartment on the other side of the garage. Fee’s mother, Greta, comes and goes. She’s a world-famous nature photographer, and Fee had no idea. I met her at a party a few years before I met Fee. I was surprised when she turned up a few days after Sasha was born.

I follow the sound of the music to our bedroom, where I find Fee lying on our bed. Her face is red, as though she’s been crying.

“Fee, what’s wrong?” I ask, turning the music down.

“I thought it was the stomach flu, Eamon,” she says, crying even harder.

“But it’s not? What is it? Is it bad? Should I sit down?” I rapid-fire my questions because all I can think is that its bad news.

“Yes. No. Yes. I don’t know.”

“Just tell me,” I demand, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I’m pregnant.” I turn and look at her blankly, registering what she just said. She’s still young, barely thirty-eight, but pregnant. I never thought. After Farrah, it just never happened again, though we did nothing to stop it. “Are you going to say anything? I’m kind of freaking out. I mean, I haven’t had a baby in eighteen years.”

“Pregnant?” I say, swallowing thickly. I’ll be seventy-two when the child graduates from high school, but this isn’t about me. “This is amazing, Fee. Amazing,” I say, wrapping her up in my arms.

“I thought you’d be mad. We were just about to start traveling.”

“Of course, I’m not mad, baby. A baby is always a blessing no matter when it comes.”