I heard my bride’s gasp when we rounded the bend and saw the old cottage. It had been spruced up quite a bit since we moved it. I hadn’t told her about the upgrades, the paint, the repaired windows, and the fresh tile and countertops in the kitchen and bathroom. I wanted her office to be perfect when she started using it again. I wanted everything to be perfect for her.
“Oh, Mac,” she said breathlessly, “it’s beautiful.”
“Just wait,” I murmured, opening the door and carrying her over the threshold. I set her down inside and kissed her deeply, closing the door without looking.
Our tongues tangled and all thoughts of showing her the renovations flew out of my mind. Our hands and mouths and bodies strained. Clothes were removed rapidly. We stumbled toward the bed with my pants around my ankles.
I kicked off my shoes and pants and dove into the bed, resisting the urge to tear off her fancy white lace bra and panties.
“Lace,” I said, staring appreciatively at her gorgeous body. “I like.”
“Janet got them. She… made me get some other colors too.”
“Janet is a very wise woman,” I growled, reaching for her. And then I yelled in surprise.
“OUCH!”
I turned over, staring at the foot of the bed. The cat was wrapped around my foot, biting my toes through my socks. I leaned down, trying to pry her loose. She wouldn’t budge.
“Calliope!”
“Who brought the damn cat?” I groaned, even though I knew the answer.
“Oh, my GOD!” Suzanna said with a laugh. She looked horrified and amused at the same time.
“Lucky. It had to be Lucky.”
My wife was giggling as I stood there, naked other than my socks and erect. All with a cat wrapped around my ankle.
I felt like a goddamn Christmas tree.
“Excuse me. I will be right back,” I said stiffly, already plotting my revenge. For now, I had to put the cat in the only room with a door that shut securely.
The bathroom.
I grabbed a bowl for water, scrounged up a can of cat food, and set the little stinker up with a cozy towel to nap on in the tub.
“You stay here,” I said sternly. Calliope gave me a haughty glance. I sighed. “Please?”
She looked away, clearly miffed.
“Extra belly rubs in the morning,” I cajoled. “Every morning,” I amended.
I felt that the cat and I came to an understanding. I nodded. The cat looked less evil. I scratched her head and washed my hands before heading back to the bedroom.
My fingers needed to be clean for what I was about to do with them.
My wife was sitting up in bed, looking like a Victoria’s Secret model when I came back inside. She bit her lip, watching me take off my socks.
“I’m sorry.”
“It was my turn,” I said, sliding onto the foot of the bed and grabbing a silky leg in each hand.
“Your turn for what?” she asked distractedly as she lay back and let me pull her gorgeous legs open. I growled at the way her pussy looked wrapped in sheer white lace. I bit her calf and then licked it.
“My turn to be the mice.”
Her startled laugh quickly became a moan as I nibbled my way down her inner thigh to her pussy. I ate her through the lace before tugging it to the side. Yeah, it was our wedding night. I should take her panties off. But I couldn’t wait.
I had to make her come. And I had to get inside her.
My cock was leaking precum as I ground into the bed, using my fingers on her clit with my tongue making slow, lazy strokes up and down her pussy lips. Suzanna was making those sexy noises of hers, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow. I knew she was about to come.
I doubled down, and she exploded under my hands and mouth. I growled and kept going, knowing that I was seconds away from paradise. Without pausing, I replaced my tongue with my cock, sliding inside her slowly. I groaned at the feel of her slick walls wrapping around me, welcoming me in.
Welcoming me home.
“Oh… Mac…”
I rode her long and slow, until we were both begging for release. I kept us on the edge as long as I could. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I quickened my pace, feeling the beginning of Suzanna’s orgasm massaging my aching shaft. I groaned as my body took over, driving faster and faster until I froze, my hips bucking as the biggest orgasm of my life ripped through me.
It was the biggest ten orgasms.
I felt sure, deep in my heart, that we’d made a baby.
Later, when I held her in my arms after making love for the third time, I told her so. My sleepy wife nuzzled against me and agreed.
I heard a soft snore and smiled. My wife was sleeping like a baby. I can hardly wait to start my new life with her, I thought as sleep finally overtook me.