Austin and her husband have twice as many children as Tex and I do, so adding four more to their brood for the weekend is no big deal. We often watch theirs when they have plans so I am more than fine with it being their turn. Austin runs her household like the well-oiled machine of a somehow fun-loving drill sergeant. Me, on the other hand, I am just about the most disorganized mom on the planet. We are always later to dance or sports stuff because I can’t seem to remember where I put the times, I know I wrote down. I wish I could be more like Austin in that aspect, but it’s not meant to be. Dietrich is eleven and my football player. He is never on time and he just goes with the flow. Betty Jean is nine. She is my ballerina. She hates that she’s always late and laments about for hours after I pick her up. She’s nine going on forty for sure. George is five. He’s into theatre. He wants to be an actor when he grows up and was recently cast as a street urchin in Oliver Twist. To say that he’s excited is a bit of an understatement. Megan is just six months old. She’s late for her checkups but doesn’t say anything about it, thankfully.
I am dressed to go out to dinner when he comes in from the center. He looks exhausted but perks up when he sees me. I wonder if we should use the weekend to sleep in…
“Shit, you look beautiful woman. What’s the occasion? I know it’s not an important date,” he says checking his phone.
“It’s not,” I say assuring him. “The kids are with Rowe and Austin for the entire weekend. She’s even taking them to school on Monday,” I say smiling brightly.
“The whole weekend?” he asks.
“The whole thing,” I say winking at him.
“How ‘bout we order a pizza and stay in,” he says grinning at me. I can’t tell you how much I like that idea, but I decide to fuck with him a little.
“Aw, really baby? I am all dressed up to go out and we have reservations for eight,” I say, putting a little mock pout in my voice. I am so bad at this, but it is a little fun.
“Sorry doll. I should have realized you had something planned. You look like a million bucks. I will shower and change quickly. Give me ten,” he says kissing me as he walks past me. Smirking to myself, I give him a head start and start following him, leaving a trail of my clothes behind me. Once I am sure he is in the shower, I sneak in behind him and wrap my arms around him.
“I missed you. Your idea sounds better,” I say moving around to the front of him and dropping to my knees. Before he has a chance to speak, I take his cock in my hand, stroking it a few times. It hardens in my hand. Wrapping my lips around the head, I take him to the back of my throat. He groans above me and his hand tangle in my now wet hair. Humming, I hollow my cheeks and suck him until he comes down my throat. His cock is still hard. It’s always hard for me. I lick my lips as I stand up. He kisses me soundly and turns me so that I am bent over the wooden sauna bench we have. I grip the edges like I know I need to, so I don’t slide all over the place. He kicks my feet further apart and teases my pussy before slamming into me.
Moaning, I push back on him with every one of his punishing thrusts.
Fuck pizza, this is all I need to survive this weekend.
“You go off your pill baby?” he asks gruffly.
“Fuck yeah, Tex.”
“I am going to breed you so fucking filthy, doll,” he roars as he fills me with his seed.
Never have I felt as safe as I do with him.
I never really knew what love was until I set eyes on him. Sure, I heard about it from my mom about my dad, but that was all just talk. You don’t really know about something as intense as all that until you experience it for yourself. And what an experience it has been.
Everything with him is better. Fuck, even the air is better. There is nothing he won’t do for me or his children and it makes me love him more.
Nine months later, our fifth and sixth children, Zoey and Chloe were born.
Yeah, it was fast, but we are who we are. Instant or slowly ebbing and flowing, love is love. And this love is everlasting.