Thor & Stacey

“You look like a Viking,” I admit to him, swallowing all the familiar feelings he evokes in me.

“I am the descendant of them.” That is so hot. When he lies on top of me, I can feel every part of him rubbing against me, and I know it’s time. Are you going to open for me, sweet thing?” I nod and spread my legs. What happens next is pure ecstasy. It gets no better than this.

Chapter Two

Thor

1981

We were married as soon as she graduated, which worked out well because she was already carrying our first son, Bill. The wedding was a small affair. Her parents chose not to have anything to do with the wedding, but Kyle came around. He was my best man. My parents were overjoyed once we assured them this is what we wanted. After our handfasting ceremony, done by my dad, we went to Miami for our honeymoon. It was all I could afford, but we had a blast. My beautiful bride thrived outside of the confines her parents put upon her. On prom night, we gave each other a piece of ourselves that we saved. I knew she would be mine her first day of high school; I just had to wait rather impatiently to make it so. She made my dreams come true, and I hope that I have made hers come true as well.

After our honeymoon, I had just enough left over for a down payment on a house a few blocks over from our parents. The house is big enough to raise the family we both want.

I have been working at the steel factory as a foreman since before we got married. The money is good, and I get to go home at five. I don’t think it’s what I want to do for the rest of my life, but it’s an honest living. Stace doesn’t need to work, but she has chosen to. She sells baked goods and homemade frozen meals to working moms at a reasonable price. She can still be at home with the baby, which is where she wants to be.

I didn’t know what being a father was all about. My dad made it look so easy. He balanced his work as one of the top OB/GYNs in the state and essentially being a single father. My mom was off doing whatever it was that CIA agents can’t talk about. He always made the time to coach baseball and go to my football games. When mom retired, things shifted between us, but it was stronger than before. I hope I am half as good at it as he is. The first time I held Bill, I whispered promises to him. Promises I will have no trouble keeping. When he wrapped his tiny fingers around mine, I knew I’d do anything for him. The love I have for him is different from the all-consuming love I feel for his mother. Different but just as powerful. I’d die for either one of them.

When I walk into the house, I am greeted with the scent of cinnamon and “Kiss On My List” by Hall & Oates playing, but not too loudly. The closer I get to the kitchen, I hear her singing along with it. Her ass is wiggling in the air as she’s bent over the oven.

“Hey, sweet thing,” I say, leaning against the door jam. She jumps.

“Hey, Viking,” she says, turning to face me with her hand over her heart.

“How was your day?” I ask. She sets the cake pan down on the counter and sticks a toothpick in it to test the doneness.

“Uneventful. You?” she asks, smiling at me.

“Same. Bill down for a nap?”

“Yeah. I just fed him. I missed you today.”

“Yeah?” I ask as I push off the wall and move toward her. I don’t think she knows she has flour in her hair, but it’s damn adorable.

“What are you doing, Thor Jorgensen?”

“You, if I’m lucky,” I say, pulling her into my arms.

“I’d say you’re very lucky, husband,” she says, giggling.

“Come to bed with me.”

“Now? We haven’t even had dinner yet,” she says in mock protest. I say mock because she is already halfway down the hallway leaving her clothes like bread crumbs as she goes. Chuckling, I follow, doing the same, my shoes are already gone since she insists they be taken off at the door to keep her floors as clean as possible.

When I get to the bedroom, she’s spread out for me. Despite being each other's one and only, we are adventurous in our lovemaking. She has only gotten curvier since we’ve been married and I love it.

“You look so fucking good laid out like that for me, wife,” I growl. I stroke my dick while I look at her. How the hell did I get so lucky? For as long as I live, I’ll never know why she picked me, but I’ll be forever grateful for it.