“If we didn’t have the kids here, I’d let you spread me wide and have your way with me,” I purr, reaching between us to stroke his cock through his shorts.
“You don’t play fair, wife.”
“I have to go pee,” Thomas hollers.
“Shit.” Bennett dashes up the stairs and unlocks the door. The boys rush in and I grab the bags from the back.
“Baby, put those down.” With the truck tailgate down, he stands behind me, pinning my hands behind my back with one of his and I feel cool air over my ass. I look up and you can’t see us from this angle. He thrusts inside of me with one motion and then his hand comes to my mouth.
“Keep it down, baby,” he grunts against my ear before sucking it between his teeth. I moan against his palm, feeling my orgasm rise up. He releases my hands and then grabs my tit, sliding his rough, calloused hand along my nipples, taking turns pinching each one. His mouth lands on my throat and as soon as his teeth scrape my pulse I go off, coming on his thick length. “Yeehaw, finally.” He unloads, giving me every drop of cum he’s been saving all day just for me.
He pulls out just as Thomas comes out. “Do you need any help with the bags?”
“Nah. We’ve got it son, but can you pour us some lemonade? We’ll be in in just a minute.”
“Okay.” He goes back inside and Bennett chuckles. “That was a close one.”
“Oh my goodness. What about the ranch hands?”
“I told them to stay away from the house for the next hour. They know what happens anytime I take you to the beach.”
“So everyone knows we mess around right after?”
“Why are you acting shocked? They know we fuck like bunnies.”
“I’m not shocked, Mr. Lake. I’m wondering how long it’s going to take you to get hard for me again.”
“That depends how quickly we can get the kids down.”
“I’m on it.” I run to the steps and steal a glance back. He’s just watching. “Don’t forget the bags,” I call out, disappearing into the house. Twenty minutes later, the kids are passed out in their rooms, and as I let hot water slide over my body. Turning to reach for my soap, I see my darling husband with his eyes trained on me.
“Do you care to join or are you enjoying the show?”
“Both, wife.” Now it’s my turn to watch as he strips down. All these years and he looks even better than he did when we met.
“Don’t you have a book to finish?”
“I need my muse first. The sound of her cries is music to my ears and the words come freely.”
“Then I have an aria just for you.” We lose ourselves for the next hour, making love in the shower and carrying it over to the bed. By the time he’s wrung out several more orgasms out of me, I am sleepy. I slide on a nightgown while he heads down to his office to write. The kids will be up soon, but all I need is a little nap.
I wake up to the feel of my husband’s scruff against my cheek. “Beautiful. I hate to wake you when you look so cute, but it’s already dinner time.”
“Oh my goodness. Why didn’t anyone wake me?”
“Because you needed rest. Besides, the kids napped hard as well. We’re going to be in for a long night. I’ve already ordered a pizza. It should be here in twenty minutes.”
“How did the writing go?”
“Fantastic. Thanks to my muse, my next book is almost ready.”
“When can I read it?”
“Depends.”
“Depends on what?” I arch my brow wondering what dirty thoughts he has on his mind. He lives in that head of his and my body is usually front and center for most of his ideas.
“Do you feel like heading up to the Lake house?” he asks, plopping down beside me on the bed.
“For real?” I ask, sitting up on my elbow.
“Yes.”
“And the kids?” I don’t like leaving them for more than a night. We haven’t been back to the lake in a year, but it was crappy weather the entire time we were there that we ended up cutting the trip short.
He slides his hand up my thigh to my ass under my nightgown giving it a good squeeze. “Yes, we’ll take them. Your sister said she’d be glad to see them.”
“Great. I can’t wait.” I miss my sister. We all used to be close, but family life has a way of coming first. We do have our holidays together, so that’s always a blast.
“When do we leave?”
I can be ready to go by morning, but I’ll still have to pack for the kids. Bennett tries to help, but he has to do as much as he can on the ranch before we leave. It’s always that way. His ranch manager takes over and always does a tremendous job, but Bennett still likes to know what’s going on at all times.