Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
What a five years it’s been. The days have flown by, and my lust for the woman of my dreams hasn’t subsided—not even a little. I still wake up beside her every morning feeling hornier than ever and climb into bed every night wanting a piece of her before I close my eyes. I feel bad for those men who complain about losing their attraction to their wives after being married for a few years, and then needing to pop little blue pills just to have the sex life their marriage counselor tells them they need to maintain their relationship.
Roxy is all I’ll ever need to keep my cock at full mast. She’s like a prescribed dose of testosterone that keeps me feeling like a teenage boy going through puberty. Not only that, she’s my soul mate.
Who could have known that such an unpredictable series of events would have brought us together? We still joke about it all the time. If Hannah hadn’t robbed that bank and worked that specific flight, if I hadn’t been assigned that job to take her down, if the rest of the flight attendants available to work that flight hadn’t been quarantined because of their exposure to someone with COVID, she and I would never have met, and I wouldn’t be the proudest father in the world.
What a journey.
I managed to take Hannah into custody that night, and we landed safely in Los Angeles without incident. When she saw how much prison time she was facing, she rolled on the rest of her crew and gave them up. The other three were arrested in New York and Chicago and taken in on the same charges. It was a big case for me and also came with a big pay bump too. Roxy kept her job as a flight attendant—that is, until her pregnancy made it too difficult for her to work. After that, I took care of her, and I’ve never felt more like a man.
I hear the sound of the water stop and wait a few seconds before twisting the knob and opening the bathroom door. I step inside to find my beautiful wife stepping out of the shower, nothing but a towel held over her front. Her eyes go wide when she sees me.
“Daddy,” she gasps. “What—what are you doing? Weren’t you supposed to be reading to Jane?”
“She fell asleep, and I couldn’t wait for you to finish and come to bed.” I step forward and snatch the towel from her, exposing her naked body, breasts and freshly shaven pussy. Christ, she’s a goddess.
“Conrad…”
“Remember the first time we got naked in a bathroom together?” I growl, guiding her hands to the hem of my shorts. Her eyes flare as she follows my lead and helps me undress.
“How could I forget?”
My shorts catch on my cock, so I tilt my hips back slightly to help her, but I see the horny twinkle in her eye, and she tugs even harder. They drop to my ankles, and we stand naked before each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, two lovers caught in the rapture of an unspeakable love.
I cup her ass, her plump and perfect ass, and spread her open as she takes my cock into her hand, still warm from the shower and smooth from the lotion she uses when she’s finished washing.
I lean in and kiss her, feeling my cock flex as her warm, wet tits press against my chest. My fingers spread her ass wider. I find her pussy, so wet and ready. I think back to that day we first met when I had her in the airplane bathroom and I’d just peeled off her skirt and was about to enter her for the first time. I’ve taken her so many times since then, and yet every time still feels just as incredible as that first time. I’ll never grow tired of this woman. Nothing compares to her pussy. I’m addicted. I’ll simply never get enough.
Like that day, I lean her back against the sink and lift her right leg. I feel her kiss turn into a smile as I guide my cock against her soaked hole and spread her soft pussy lips apart.
“I kind of miss it,” she whimpers as I slide inside her.
“Miss what?”
“Knowing there are other people outside. Knowing we might get caught.”
I thrust forward hard, giving her all my inches. My wife gasps as I bottom out inside her, blunting her cervix with the tip of my cock.
“Oh, you dirty little girl.” I smile, letting my lips just brush gently against hers. “Well, we could always go somewhere tomorrow where we might get caught.”
I feel a rush of moisture soak my shaft. The walls of Roxy’s hole clench down around me. She likes that idea. My wife is a little vixen.