EpilogueYears later“Is your pretty pussy wet for me, Carly? Reach down and touch yourself. Show me what I’ve done to you.” I watch as my wife does exactly as I asked. Her eyes remain locked on mine as her hand reaches down, dipping into her panties as she holds her sundress bunched up around her waist.
She lets out a small moan as she begins to rub her little clit. I reach down, freeing my cock and begin stroking it. Her eyes flare with desire. I watch as she slips her hand from between her legs and brings her fingers to her mouth. Another moan escapes her, and this time I lose every last bit of the control that I have left. I grab her, pulling her mouth to mine wanting her taste there.
“Better be wet.” I lift her off her feet.
“Always for you,” she says against my mouth before giving me her taste again. She reaches down between us, pulling her panties aside for me as I pin her to the wall, thrusting all the way inside of her. I groan into her mouth. All these years and I still can’t get enough of her. My obsession with her is still strong.
“James.” She moans my name when I release her mouth.
“You’ll be quiet,” I order her. She presses her lips together as I keep on thrusting in and out of her. “You knew what this dress was going to do. You did it on purpose.” She nods her head, her pussy tightening around my cock. Those blue eyes of hers go wide and I know she’s about to come. I’d drag it out, but we don’t have time.
I seal my mouth over hers again as I hold her hips just right so my body can thrust against her clit too. I know my wife's body. I send her over the edge, her pussy locking around me as I swallow her screams of pleasure before she takes me over the edge with her. I groan as I spill inside of her, burying my face in her neck and breathing her sweetness in.
Her fingers run through my hair. She’s still trying to calm me. Sometimes I think she likes to get me worked up. “Are you done toying with me?” A slow smile pulls across her mouth.
“Me?” She tries to blink innocently.
“Wife.” I glance down at the antique diamond ring that once belonged to my great-grandmother that now graces her finger. The one that lets everyone know she’s mine. I bring my eyes back to hers to try and give her a hard look, but she only giggles and kisses me. I grunt when I hear voices. I sigh, slowly pulling out of her before setting her on her bare feet. “Change the dress.” She rolls her pretty blue eyes at me.
“I have to put on a swimsuit anyways.” I brush my fingers over her small baby bump that made the already too small dress come up a few inches higher on her thighs than it should before letting the dress fall back into place. Her ass was almost hanging out when the caterer dropped off a bunch of crap for the small party we’re throwing for the gender reveal.
I pull myself away as I watch her wiggle her ass out of our pantry. My cock is still half hard and begging me to follow her.
“We’re here!” I hear my mom shout as the front door sounds with their entry. I step into the kitchen as my son comes bolting in, my mom and dad hot on his heels knowing my wife and I are going to have to wait.
My oldest flings himself at me. I scoop him up into my arms as he rattles on about what he did last night with Grandma and Grandpa. My dad holds a sleeping Parker in his arms.
“Are we too early?” Mom asks as she rounds the kitchen island to give me a kiss on the cheek while giving my hair a small pull with a knowing smirk.
“Not too early.” I say when I hear Carly’s mom's voice next.
“Be good.” My mom elbows me. The truth is Carly’s mom has gotten much better. I guess some habits are hard to break. Especially when it comes to her off-handed comments. Carly lets them roll off her now while I try to temper my irritation. Carly’s mom is a product of her own mother. Carly is breaking that cycle.
It’s not long until everyone is in the backyard enjoying the food and pool. All the kids play while everyone tries to guess the sex. Tinsley and Reed ended up with two girls already. I really don’t think Reed cares if he has another girl or boy. He’s just fucking happy to have anything. I know the feeling.
We already have two boys, but I’d be a liar if I don’t admit I want a little girl that looks just like her mama. I don’t know how Carly and Tinsley manage it, but they are always pregnant about the same time. I watch as they sit on the side of the pool together watching the kids swim. Both of them dangle their legs in the water. Bear sits by the pool like a lifeguard ready to spring into action.