Epilogue
Zander
Five Years Later…
“So you’resure they’ll be here by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow?” I ask the driver from the steel company, while eyeing my foreman, who is shaking his head, looking like he’s ready to walk off the job. In fact, he might have if I hadn’t come down here personally this afternoon when he called to take care of this delivery dispute.
“Absolutely,” the driver replies. “You’ve got my word.”
“Not good enough,” I reply. “Your screwup already put us two days behind schedule. Those girders don’t show up by 8:00 a.m. and my company never does business with you guys again. On top of that, I let everyone I know that you guys aren’t reliable and can’t be counted on to come through when you say you will, and I know a lot of people. You get me?”
The driver goes pale. “They’ll be here, Mr. Francis.”
“Good.” We shake on it, I nod to my foreman, get in the car, and head home. I wasn’t planning on having to personally show up here this afternoon, and if I don’t step on it, I’m going to be late for the homemade dinner my wife is making for me.
My wife, Ali. My soul, my heart, my reason for living.
The mother to my brand-new baby boy.
It’s been five years, and I’m still excited to see her as I drive home. Still so excited that I get that same feeling I used to get when I’d take her out during the first few months when we first started dating. People say those feelings fade after a while during a relationship, but not for Ali and me. If anything, those feelings have gotten stronger.
When I get back to our house, I see her through the window. She’s in the kitchen, wearing a beautiful new white dress that hugs her just right, finishing up whatever she decided to make for us tonight, which I know will be delicious as always.
She’s so incredible. I never asked her to cook for me or take care of me in any way; she just did it all on her own. Said she liked doing it—that it made her feel good. I guess it’s probably just like how it made me feel good to get her that new job at my buddy’s IT company, or how it made me feel good to pay for all four years of her college when I heard she was going to have to take out student loans.
We just love doing things for each other, so we do.
A sense of peace comes over me as I step through the front door and smell my wife’s cooking, hearing her messing around in the kitchen. I kick my shoes off and hang my coat.
“Honey, I’m home!” I call out, teasing as I walk in and am greeted with a beautiful view of her perfect back end as she’s bent over the stove. Somehow I think my wife got even more bootylicious after having our son, Tyler.
She turns, looks over her shoulder at me with those eyes, and in an instant, I’m already hard for her.
“Oh hey, babe,” she says in that sexy, teasing voice she knows I love. “I was just, ya know, making a little stew for when you got home from work.”
I come up behind her and run my hand up the back of her thigh to her ass. Christ, she looks so damn sexy tonight. The dress simply enhances the softness of her body, also plumping up her tits, which are practically falling out considering she’s wearing no bra underneath.
I know she gave birth not even a year ago, but I’m already getting the urge to get her pregnant again.
Of course, that would be rushing things. Getting Ali pregnant just after she graduated college was probably rushing things, but it’s what we both wanted. She decided to take a few years off to spend exclusively with Tyler before looking for a job, while I focused hard on putting away as much money as possible so I could support her as much as she needed.
Sure enough, during her four years at school, the company expanded greatly, I took on more workers, and even hired a vice president, who I was able to delegate to and who will help manage more of the load when Ali starts her own career.
Honestly, things couldn’t be better for us right now, and I can’t wait to see where her career takes her.
I reach out and take the soup spoon from her hand, set it aside, then make her feel the massive bulge between my thighs.
“See what you’ve done to me again?” I ask her. “If dinner wasn’t ready, I’d take you upstairs and wear you out with this thing.”
Ali nudges back on me with her incredible ass and lets out a moan that only heightens my already raging lust for her.
“It’s a stew,” she whimpers. “I can turn down the heat and let it simmer if you wanted go for a quickie, Daddy?”
“Mmmm, there’s my girl,” I growl, quickly hoisting her dress up over her hips to reveal the fact that not only is she braless, but she’s also pantiless.
All that does is turn me on like the dog I am. I spank her hard, kneel down behind her, and spit on her little pink pussy just to make sure she’s nice and wet.
Ali gasps and arches her back as I rise up and drop my pants. I’m as hard as steel and as horny as a stallion and waste no time slipping my cock into her entrance. I know my wife is tight as hell, so I grip her hips and pull back as I buck forward, pumping my hips hard to drive my inches in.