Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Don’t come back here,” I add as he practically runs to get out of here. I have to fight a laugh when he almost trips over his own supplies he still has lying out. He quickly gathers them and puts them into the back of his truck. I shut the door and flip the lock before I head back to find my wife.
I make it back to the kitchen and freeze when I see her sitting there in nothing but a pair of panties. Her dress is lying on the floor next to her. No wonder her tits were bouncing like they had been when she laughed. She didn't have a bra on.
“I like that dress.” She points to the dress on the floor. I smirk. She knew I was coming for her and the dress would have been a cleaning rag. She knows me all too well. That turns me on even more.
“Not going to give me a smart mouth?” I close in on her, waiting for a bit of her anger. I know with a few kisses and touches I can quickly cool it.
“Nope.” She swings her legs back and forth without a care in a world. She still doesn’t say anything about what I’d done. So I push on.
“What was so funny?” I ask her, placing my hands on the arms of her chair to cage her in.
“Nothing.” She shrugs but keeps on smiling.
“Heard you laughing up a storm,” I throw back. I know my smart wife is up to something.
She laughs and wraps her legs around me. The high kitchen stool she’s sitting in brings my cock right where it wants to be. She slides her hands up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck. Instincts kick in and I’m lifting her into my arms.
“I was laughing ‘cause I knew you’d come and save me. He wouldn't stop talking.” I don’t have time to make it up the stairs and into our bedroom. I head back to my office and kick the door closed behind us. I move her over to the giant sofa that I’ve made love to her on many times before. I’m not sure there is anywhere in this house that I haven't. “That jealousy you have can work in my favor, too,” she giggles.
I want to laugh with her, but I’m too fucking turned on. Five years and I still think I grow more addicted to her each day. I didn’t think it was possible, but here I am, beyond obsessed with her. I slip my hand into her panties and that laugh turns right into a moan. “Aiden.” She lifts her hips as I push two fingers deep inside of her, using my thumb to rub small circles on her clit.
My perfect wife is always so needy for my touch and attention. I groan. I never get enough of how much she needs me. My cock leaks cum inside my slacks. I can’t stop myself from leaning down and let my tongue replace my thumb. I want her taste. I know her body and what she likes, so it doesn't take long before she’s cumming for me. I drink her down, getting every drop from her sweet pussy. I slide my finger out of her and pull her panties all the way off, tossing them to the floor.
I don’t take the time to undress. I only flick my belt open and free my cock to push inside of her. She wraps her legs around me again as I slide in and out of her. It’s like coming home to my wife. The only woman to have ever held the title. The only one who ever will.
THE END