by Kane, Jessa
Our gazes meet across the studio and her foot stills on the pedal that turns the wheel, familiar mischief making her eyes sparkle. Slowly, deliberately, she wipes the wet clay off her hands and comes to her feet. Still humming a light, airy tune that I can barely hear over my heartbeat, she strips her dress off over her head, leaving her in nothing but a royal-blue thong. She struts toward me, all wild red hair and jiggling tits and naughty intentions. My cock presses insistently to the fly of my jeans, sweat sliding down my spine.
I’m rendered immobile by the sight of my incredible wife as she leans over the seat of the bike I’m working on and pouts her pretty lips. “It’s lunchtime and we haven’t taken a break yet.”
Fuck. I’m so hard for her, the lack of blood upstairs is making me almost dizzy. “The kids had a half day at school today,” I rasp, staring at her perky nipples and licking my lips. “Did you forget?”
Some of the color leaves her face as, right on cue, the sound of squealing pipes up outside. A laugh rumbles in my chest when she dives behind me to hide from the two ragamuffins, one boy and one girl, that come barreling through the studio, backpacks flopping around on their shoulders. “Mom, I’m hungry!” they say in unison, tossing their bags on the floor.
“Tell me about it,” I mutter. Looking back over my shoulder at Ripley, we share a laugh and I strip off my shirt, handing it to her so she can put it on. “Hey kids,” I call out. “How was school?”
“Bor-ing,” sings my daughter.
My son points a finger at his sibling. “She got in trouble again.”
A laugh builds in my chest, along with so much love, I’m worried I’ll burst like a balloon one day. “Of course she got in trouble. She’s her mother’s daughter.”
Ripley pokes me in the back and stands. “Sometimes a little trouble can lead to the best things.”
“Damn right.” I pull her down into my lap and blow a raspberry into her neck, making her yelp while our kids look on in amusement. Immediately, I realize my error when Ripley’s butt wiggles around in my lap and my dick starts to beg for relief. No matter, though.
I planned for this.
“Kids, there are ice-cream bars in the freezer upstairs,” I say, referring to our connected house. They’re already scrambling for the door. “One each!”
As soon as they’re out the door, I’m standing with Ripley in my arms, positioning her face down over the seat of the bike and ripping down her thong. Ownership crackles in my blood and I growl, squeezing her taut flesh in my hands and delivering a rough smack. She pushes her hips back in response, circling her ass in my lap. “Now, now, now.”
My cock is out in seconds, pressing into her wet heat. I sink in slowly, drawing a moan out of her throat, my hands sliding up her ribcage to handle her tits. “You’ve given me heaven, Ripley.” I pinch her nipples lightly between my knuckles and start to pump, my big body forcing her much smaller one up onto its toes. “Now let me give it to you.”
“You do, husband,” she whispers, kissing me over her shoulder. “Every day.”
THE END
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