“Where are you going Dad?” Our oldest, Logan asks.
“We’re meeting with Uncle Jake tonight, if you’re lucky I’ll let you in on a surprise that we have in the works,” he reminds me so much of myself at his age, always the inquisitive one, so much so that Kendall and I are always trying keep him working harder, especially in school.
“I can keep a secret if you tell me, don’t tell Autumn though, she’ll tell Mom everything, and I do mean everything. I once heard her telling Mom squirrels were mating,” he places his hand under his chin, propping it up on his knee.
“Dear God,” I mumble under my breath. Alyssa, our now two-year-old takes that time to run at me full force landing on my balls, “Oomph, I think she’s going to be in sports with the way she goes full force. You’re still not getting my plan out of me, dude.” He walks away, bored with the fact I won’t tell him what he wants to hear.
Autumn is our talker, that girl can talk the ear out of all of us, half the time Kendall and I nod are head and mumble when she allows us, most of the time it kicks us in the gut when she says, “Well, I did ask,” we’d look at each other and know we were screwed.
Matthew, is the shy and reserved one out of the bunch, having no problem being lost in his own world, quiet in a sense, almost too quiet. At one point we went to the doctor, Kendall was scared to death she did something wrong, but we were reassured, everything was okay. This was just the way Matthew was built.
Nicole on the other hand, she’s balls to the walls from sun-up to sun-down and is going to give me all the grey hair in the world. I don’t go into the office much these days, but on the rare occurrence, Kendall took the kids to the park and afterwards dropped by the office. She brought me a cup of coffee and left Nicole with me, let’s just say nothing got done and my assistant had a hell of a time figuring out how she could get into everything so quickly.
“I’m ready,” Kendall says walking into the living room. She still takes my breath away all these years later, she’s dressed to kill in a molded to her skin black strapless dress with sky high heel.
“Thanks Mom and Dad for watching the kids tonight,” she kisses my parents on their cheek before heading towards me.
“Yeah, thanks,” I’m practically swallowing my tongue over seeing Kendall. Her body has gotten better with age, she still remained the same in her size, but her breasts and ass. God damn, am I lucky man. You’d never know her body held five children inside it over the years.
“I do believe you owe me a date, Mr. Williams,” she saunters toward me, my hands grasp her hips. My hands haven’t deviated from holding her that way throughout our whole marriage and it’s not going to stop now.
“I believe you’re right, you look gorgeous, baby,” I light kiss her lips, my parents and the kids are staring at us.
“Have a good time and don’t come back too early, we have grand babies to spoil. It’s a good thing you blessed us with so many. It looks like Brian is never going to settle down,” my mom admonishes, we all laugh. She’s not wrong, partly because he’s watched our children a few times and was running for his life as soon as we stepped into the house and another part was, he just isn’t willing to let go of his jet set life.
“We won’t, be good for your grandparents,” I tell the kids, giving them a hug, much like Kendall is doing, before we head out to the car.
“I can’t believe we’re going out, like a real-life restaurant, one that serves us, and we don’t have to clean up afterwards. It feels like it’s been years, even though I know it hasn’t.” I help Kendall into the car, her dress sliding up her smooth silky thigh, giving me a view that I love, then I make my way to the driver’s side.
“We’ll start doing this more, I promise,” this time she leans over the center console giving me the kiss we couldn’t share in front of our family.
Her lips meet mine, her breathing is choppy, and I know she wants my tongue dancing with hers, I give into her need, just like I always do for her. My hands fist in her hair, her hands are on my shoulders holding on for dear life and if I wanted to, I could have her in my lap, her dress pushed up, panties moved to the side, my pants undone, and thrusting inside her pussy.