Frankie's Bride
“Do you want some water or something?” he asks with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Nope. Ya know, I am not that tired,” I say rubbing circles on my thigh.
“You really are.”
“No, I promise,” I say spreading my thighs wide for him.
“Oh, I see, Polly.”
“Do you husband?”
“I do. Fuck, you are gorgeous.”
“Uh-huh. Thanks. Whatever you say. Drop that towel and show me that monster cock,” I say. He does as I ask. “Damn. I love how big you are all over.”
“That’s because you’re mine.”
“That is true,” I say he helps me onto my knees. He slides into me from behind and gives me what I need.
Being Frankie’s bride has been everything I ever wanted and more. I can’t wait for the rest of lives. We don’t know what it will hold due nature of our blood and the fact that I can see things, but fuck, it’s going to be an amazing wild ride.
Epilogue
Frankie
Twelve Years Later
During my shift tonight, I have dealt with all kinds of crap. A full moon Halloween in the Emergency Room is not for the faint of heart. I think I’ve seen about a hundred people since three o’clock and it doesn’t look like it’s going to slow down anytime soon. Finally, around 11:30 there’s a little lull and I head for my office for a much-needed break. When I get there, I find my wife sitting at my desk, in my chair wearing nothing but my extra lab coat and black heels.
“Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I missed you. Besides, it’s the anniversary of the day we met.”
“That it is. That it is,” I say shutting the door and locking it behind me.
“So, I thought I’d surprise you. Are you surprised?”
“Very much so.” I pull my coat off and then my tie.
“Oh, no. Let me help you,” she says standing. She is swimming in my coat, but she’s left it open. Her perky tits are on full display as is the tiny triangle of her pussy. She had nothing to worry about all those years ago. While she got stronger, her size stayed relatively the same. To her own delight, after each of our four boys were born, her body bounced back almost instantly. Our youngest is five and in kindergarten. I kiss her while she opens the buttons on my shirt then she moves to my belt. Pulling my cock out, she strokes it and just as quickly she stops, removing the coat. Then she bends herself over my desk.
Ass in the air, I move behind her and run my hands over them. She moans at my touch. I let my pants hit the floor. Lining my cock up with her opening, I slide into her.
“You have to be quiet,” I remind her. She turns her head slightly and grins at me.
“What will happen if I’m not,” she asks mischievously.
“You want to play it like that, wife?”
“I really do,” she says squeezing her pussy around my cock.
She’s not quiet at all. I have to clamp my palm over her mouth, while I fuck into her. The desk slams into the wall repeatedly. So much for being quiet. I fill her pussy again and again.
“I am going to breed you again, Polly,” I growl.
“I know. I already saw it,” she says giggling as I pull out of.
“I love you,” I chuckle.
“I love you too,” she says kissing me. She pulls her dress back on, the stops
and turns. She clutches her belly. “It’s finally a girl,” she says running into my arms.
“Hell yeah,” I say before kissing her.
Have I mentioned that I love my life?
I don’t give much thought to the magic in my blood anymore, but I have never been more grateful then I am now for that stupid football game because it made it possible to save Polly who saved me right back.