Property of Pops

She doesn’t answer. No, she simply steps back, bends over and drags her panties down to the floor, dropping them into my lap. Mischief in her eyes, she saunters to the trampoline, climbs on and starts to jump. Every time she descends, gravity blows her skirt up, giving me too brief glimpses of her cunt. Her tits are jiggling every which way, so bouncy I could cry. My God. This is a private show just for me.

Thank you, Jesus.

“Not many men my age getting this kind of treatment,” I rasp, massaging the ridge in my pants. “God, baby, you are so fucking beautiful.”

She turns away from me, giving me the view of her bare ass. Jumping, jumping.

Giggling.

Lord, enjoying that playful sound so much has to be a sin, but the threat of hell wouldn’t keep me from watching my wife, devouring the sight of her. My hand is fully in my pants now, jerking my shaft roughly. My pants echo in my ears, mingling with her giggles. What man could withstand this without spurting everywhere within seconds?

This man. I’m a demon about keeping myself in shape for my young wife. I’m five years older, but I’m even more fit than the day we met. I’ve trained myself not to ejaculate until she’s dripping with pleasure and begging me to come. My mission every morning is to make her deliriously happy and she does the same for me.

Case in point, she drops forward now onto hands and knees, reaching back between her legs and sinking two digits into her pussy. Dress flipped up and over her incredible ass. Whimpering. Fingering herself. In, out, in, outinoutinout. Hips working. As soon as that wet sound reaches me, I’m unzipping and striding the short distance to the trampoline. I climb up behind her with my cock dragging across the nylon, take her hips into my hands and draw her wet cunt back against my mouth, licking it hungrily.

“My feast,” I groan, lapping at her tasty, young sex. “My fuck. My forever. Right here.”

“Daddy,” she moans through her teeth. “Use me. Make me cry.”

My pulse cranks higher with this new mission. Sometimes my wife likes to be manhandled a little and apparently that’s what she needs right now. I’m more than willing to give it to her. Give her my heart. My everything.

Without hesitation, I flip Coco onto her back, yank her legs apart and thrust her full of cock. She sucks in a breath and starts to fight me, but I’m bigger, stronger and older. “Get me stiff in front of everyone, little girl? Time to learn your lesson.” I tear into her like a hungry animal, razing her smooth neck with my teeth, sucking spots onto her skin, driving into her with rough smacks, my old balls slapping off her twenty-six-year-old ass. “Good girls stay at the party. Horny ones tempt their Daddy into the back room for a different kind of fun. I think we know which one you are, since you’ve got these pretty legs spread.”

“No, I’m both,” she cries out, securing her legs over shoulder, rutting upward with her hips. “I’m either. I’m both. I don’t know, I’m just yours, Grandpa.”

My balls ripple at that word. That word she only uses in the most desperate of physical moments. It alerts me to the urgency of her need.

“Goddamn right you are,” I say hoarsely, my mouth against her neck, riding up to her hair and down again to her ear, snapping my teeth around her lobe. I imprison her jaw in my hand, piston my hips and lose myself in my glorious wife, the keeper of my soul and best friend. “Make that tight pussy hole clench for Grandpa.”

She arches her back, holds her breath and then she’s a trembling, sobbing mess, her sex clenched around me, her fingers scrambling for purchase while I continue to bang her without a hint of gentleness. Delivering what we both need. Punching my hips, sinking in and out of slippery wet paradise. Knowing I own it. Knowing it’s mine.

Knowing I’m hers.

I’ll never know which one is better. I just know I’m the happiest man alive.

The orgasm gathers in my lower back first, tightening my hip muscles and hardening my balls to the point of pain. “I’ve had all the fresh cunt I can handle. Need to come.”

She makes an excited, mewling sound, pumping her hips in time with my thrusts, her tits bouncing around between us. She loves when I come. Sometimes she licks it off my cock and balls afterward. Sometimes her eyes roll into the back of her head and she cries—and that’s what she does this time. As soon as I spurt warm seed into her pussy, tears spring to her eyes and she whispers a prayer that is more of a slurred chant of my name.

“God, I love you, angel. I love you,” I grunt into her neck, plowing forward with a possessive grind, gasping as the lust pours from my body, filling hers. “Tell me I satisfy you.”

“You’re the only one who can.” She leans up and plants kisses all over my face, her rich brown hair in disarray behind her. “The only man I’ll ever love.”

“Thank God for that,” I say, slanting our lips together and swiping my tongue through her sugar-sweet mouth. “Thank God I stopped trying to resist you.”

A sly smile lights up her face. “Don’t let it happen again.”

I chuckle. “Coco, I couldn’t if I tried.” Kneeling down, I slide her panties up her legs. Rebutton the top two buttons of her dress and comb my fingers through her messed up hair. “They’re going to know what we did in here.”

“Good,” she whispers, tucking her head underneath my chin and snuggling into my chest. “I love everyone knowing I’m yours.”

“And you are. You are.” I kiss her deeply and look into the fathomless depths of her eyes, my heart beating faster at the beauty and devotion I see here. “Forever and always.”

THE END