“You’re getting better every day, Goldie.” I shake my head. “You’re incredible.”
“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes big and hopeful on me.
Don’t worry, baby, I know what you need.
“Yes, I’m so happy with her progress,” says the instructor, wringing her hands. I might make her nervous, but she’s the best teacher around. “Would you like to hear her—”
“Yes. Later.” I shoot the woman a tight smile. “Could you excuse us?”
She’s well used to this. Hailey and I needing to be alone mid-lesson. I’m sure she’s even heard my wife’s screams of ecstasy through the barn door and smelled my possession in the air when she resumes the lesson. So be it. When my wife and I need each other, nothing stands in our way.
“Yes, sir.”
As soon as the instructor retreats to the barn door, closing it behind her. I move behind my wife where she sits on the bench and cup her beautiful tits in my hands. “They’re so full. Ready to nurse my child.”
Hailey arches her back on a whimper. “I missed you this morning.”
“How much?”
She stands and I kick the piano bench aside. Just like that, we’re panting. My cock becomes a dripping mess in my pants when I see her microscopic jean skirt. It’s so brief that when she leans forward, bracing her hands on the piano, her little, green silk thong looks back at me. “You wear this naughty girl outfit for me?” I lower my zipper with a hard tug and let my cock spring out. “You wanted to give me quick access to this pussy as a nice welcome home?”
“Yes, Mick. Please.”
“Tug your thong aside and give up that tight hole.” I position her hips with firm hands, her body hitting some notes on the piano. “Come on. Give it up to your husband.” Her shaking hands lift the denim and I growl at the insane temptation of her. “Fuck. If you weren’t already pregnant, today would be the day. Got so much come for you, Hailey. I need you.”
“I need you, too,” she sobs, not bothering to hold back a scream when I rip her thong off impatiently and ram myself deep, deep, cramming myself into her sheath. The force of my thrust lifts her off the ground and I bounce her on my angled lap, trying to go that final inch I can never fit. God help me, though, I never stop trying. “Mick, oh God.” She throws her head back onto my shoulder. “I love you so much.”
I’m rocked to the core by the beauty that shines back at me from her eyes. “I love you, too, Hailey. My wife. My happiness.”
We don’t let the piano teacher back into the barn for a good hour. By that time, my wife is smiling at me and all is right with the world.
Heaven.
THE END