Naughty Tales Collection

“Are you happy?”

“I will be when I get inside you.”

“Martin.” She sighs in that way she does when she needs me. When she’s so horny it’s fucking painful.

I’m barely in the garage

of our house and the door is just coming down as she strips off her gown, lifts her dress—no fucking panties—and sits in my lap.

“We’re having a baby, Martin.”

She smiles that secret smile that tells me her soul is happy.

“I couldn’t be fucking happier.”

Pulling the zipper of my slacks down, I don’t bother with the button as my cock springs free and aims right for where he always wants in.

She sits completely in my lap, sucking my dick into her tightness, and we both sigh with pleasure.

“Do you think Caleb will be happy?” she worries as she rocks back and forth.

“Woman, the only thing I’m concerned with right now is this tight little cunt of yours wrapped around my dick.”

Pushing my seat back, I grip her hips and help her rock along my length. The sounds of our loving are the only noises around us.

The scent drowns us both in ecstasy as Celeste sighs and moans into my neck as I do all the work.

“Oh, daddy,” she whimpers into my ear.

“Fuck, baby. Why’d you wait until the ceremony to tell me? We could have celebrated nicely before. Where I could have taken my time?”

Caleb was fast asleep on his grandma’s lap when I hauled his momma out of there. As soon as he wakes up and notices she’s gone, all hell will break loose.

Our son does not like to share her.

Neither do I. But I have to with the little tyrant. He’s too much like me some days.

“Because I like when you’re worked up like this.” Her words catch and I know she’s about to come.

“Tell me again,” I demand.

“You’re gonna be a daddy again.”

She does that breathy thing with her voice when she says daddy and I can’t control my reaction. I move her faster on my lap and soon we’re both trying to keep from letting our pleasure crest too quickly.

“I love you, Mrs. Lynch.” I hiss into her mouth as I devour her scream of pleasure, which sets off my own as she tightens around me, milking every drop of cum I give her. If she wasn’t pregnant already, she would have been.

“I love you longer, Mr. Lynch,” she whimpers, out of breath.

She’s not wrong. She has loved me longer. She’s given me everything, and for some crazy reason, keeps giving me more.

Without Celeste in my life, I’d be living alone, without the most amazing son in the world, and no happiness or laughter in my life.

Now I’m living it dirty with a wife who likes to keep me on my toes.

The End!

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