by Kat Catesby
And all of my husband is what I get…
The ridge of his bulbous cock head rubs against my g-spot with every slide and before long my muscles begin to coil painfully, desperate for relief. My vision goes blurry around the edges and my breathing becomes ragged as I moan louder and louder, my cunt gripping him like a vice.
“Yes, Baby Girl,” he growls, “come for me.”
Gladly.
My desire spirals until my body is uncontrollable and then with a ferociousness that catches me off-guard, the spring snaps, and my orgasm is unleashed. Wave upon wave of pleasure explodes through my shaking body, white-hot like a supernova burning me from the inside out. Stars steal my vision and I scream my release at the top of my lungs, cum gushing out of my pussy and coating his balls with my slickness. I can barely breathe it feels so good, so deep, so perfect.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my ear as he fucks me through my climax, drawing it out for as long as possible, layers of tulle wedged between us.
I barely have a moment to think before he picks me up again, cock still buried deep, and carries me over to the window. I think he’s just going to press me up against the cool glass but in a move that requires more strength and muscle control than I have, he lowers us both down on top of a soft and sumptuous area rug.
Mason discards his tux jacket and adjusts his hips until he is seated perfectly inside me and we are both comfortable.
He looks me deep in the eyes, the hazel fire swirling like a storm, and he holds me this way for a moment. Connected, content.
“I love you, Kelsey,” he says almost reverently.
There’s such sincerity that it brings a tear to my eye.
“I love you too, Mason.”
He smiles at me and kisses me delicately. Then, just as he promised, he makes love to me. Gently but deeply right there on the floor, the Vegas Strip shimmering above my head as he rocks his powerful body into mine.
Nothing about our story is conventional so I sort of adore that the first time we make love as man and wife is on the floor of a presidential suite with my wedding dress wedged between us and his tux trousers trapped around his ankles. It doesn’t stop either of us from having blissful orgasms, my body trembling in his arms as he floods my pussy with his hot, sticky cum.
Chapter Twenty-One
Mason
Kelsey and I have been married for two amazing days but now the time has come for me to face my parents.
I unblocked their number long enough to message them for a time and place to meet, before blocking them again.
They told me to meet them at their room in The Bellagio at midday and I’m smart enough to realize that they didn’t pick neutral territory for a reason. They want me on the back foot and they think they can control the situation if they control the environment.
Kelsey has been uncharacteristically quiet all morning; she agreed to come with me but I’m conscious that she’s uncomfortable given what those three have put her through. She also has a big event with Teddy this evening that I know will be playing on her mind. The last thing she needs is drama with my family, but we have to face them and I’d rather do it as husband and wife.
We ride the elevator to my parent’s room in silence, Kelsey giving me a nervous but resolved smile. I kiss her quickly for courage as much as desire, exit the elevator, and knock on my parent’s hotel room door.
Helen opens it quickly but jumps back when she sees Kelsey walk in the room behind me, her hand firmly in mine with her wedding and engagement rings shining in the light.
Helen shoots daggers at me.
Dad is the first to speak and does so before he notices Kelsey.
“Mason, it’s been months! How dare you ignore us – what is she doing here?” Dad jerks his chin towards Kelsey in the condescending way he has when he finally spots her.
“She has no right to be here,” Helen spits.
“She has every right.”
“This is a family matter,” my mom adds, although lacking the venom of my father and ex-wife. I guess there’s a possibility she missed me for me and not for the picture-perfect life they want to portray.
“And Kelsey is family,” I reply sternly.
“No. She’s not. I am your wife!” Helen all but shrieks.
“No, you’re not. If this is a family discussion then you ought to leave the room, Helen, because you and I aren’t a family. We are no longer married. The divorce has been finalized. You are not my wife, Kelsey is.”
I bite back the small satisfied smile trying to tug at my lips as I watch my parents and Helen digest that piece of life-changing information.
I feel Kelsey’s hand tighten around mine, her palm a little clammy from nerves. I adjust my fingers slightly so that I can feel her pulse through the soft delicate skin at her wrist and her heartbeat is racing a million miles an hour.
Perhaps I should have done this alone? Saved her the ordeal of facing my family? But she’d have to see them at some point and this way she knows exactly what’s happened and what’s been said. Also, my parents get to see that we are a united front and that messing with one of us, pisses us both off, and that is unacceptable.
“You remarried?” my mom whispers, shock and sadness clear on her face.
“Yes,” I say gently, trying to decipher what saddens her more; what people will think when they hear her son married and neglected to invite her or if she wishes she was part of our day.
“If you married a woman on a whim to spite your family, you aren’t the man I raised you to be,” my father’s anger is palpable.
“I’m the man I decide to be, not the snob you tried to raise. And if you think I would ever marry someone I didn’t love then your opinion of me is lower than I thought. Not everything is about you. I remarried because I’m in love and wish to build a life with Kelsey, not to inflict some imagined punishment on you. And the fact that you would insult my relationship with my new wife, to our faces, shows just how crass and classless you are.”
“Well if you married for love, why did you end our marriage? If you’re this noble person, why did you hide from us instead of trying to rebuild our relationship? You wouldn’t face me until the divorce was granted. You’re a coward,” Helen changes tack and tries for the wronged, innocent, heartbroken spouse…there are even delicate little tears threatening to fall.
I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
“Because you didn’t marry for love. Not real love. You ‘loved’ me just enough that you wanted our marriage to work so that you could enjoy the life it gave you. You had everything you ever wanted and at first, I felt bad taking that away from you. But then you went after Kelsey. You took her career, her home and I let you split us apart. You made sure she had nothing left and after that, my concern for your well-being evaporated.”
“That’s not true,” she sniffles.
“Yes, it is. It just took me a long time to realize it. Why else have you clung so hard to our relationship? It’s been over for years. Literally. We haven’t lived together for years and yet you still refused to let me go. We could’ve divorced with dignity but you dragged my family into it and told the world that I had an affair and that Kelsey was my mistress. You tried everything you could to keep us apart, what makes you think I could ever love a woman who treated us so badly?”
“You didn’t have an affair?” my mom asks, shocked. She looks at Helen, anger simmering in her eyes. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her look at Helen with anything other than sycophantic adoration.
“No, mom, I didn’t. You raised me better than that. We may not share a lot of the same ideals, but I’m not deceitful. I tried to let Helen walk away from our marriage with her dignity intact so I didn’t tell anyone when we first separated. I also kept quiet when I began dating Kelsey six months later so that Helen could process and move on at her pace. But in doing so, it left the situation open to manipulation and because no one knew otherwise, Helen was able to spread the lies that I had an affair.
”
“No! You left me for her. You want a family and you decided to hook up with someone half your age in the hope she can give you a baby.”
“Half my age? Only if you can’t count, Helen. And even if Kelsey was, it still wouldn’t be any business of yours. Our age difference and whether or not she falls pregnant has nothing to do with you and they also don’t matter to us. I let you tear us apart once; I won’t let it happen again.”
“This doesn’t add up,” my father says. “We knew about your separation before the affair came to light. If Helen was spreading lies, why did she wait so long?”
“I guess the timing of those allegations didn’t register with you? She started those lies after I’d left Aspen and severed all contact with you. I wanted a fresh start. Peace and time to rebuild my life how I wanted it, without your interference. I guess the date for the divorce automatically finalizing was playing in the back of her mind so she went after the one person she saw as responsible for me not running back to her.”
“No, that’s not what happened at all,” Helen splutters.
“Then why else did you get Kelsey fired from the Mayor’s office? Why did you call her new employer trying the same tactic? It’s some weird, psychotic vendetta for you. Part of you wanted Kelsey out of the picture in the hopes I would come back to you and when that didn’t happen, you tried to destroy her.”
“No! I…I –”
“Stop lying to us,” shouts my mom. “You dragged us into your games and I missed out on months of my son’s life. I missed watching him get married! You’ll never know how much that hurts for a mother.”
Kelsey flinches a little beside me and I have to admit, that was a low blow. Helen deserves a lot for the pain she’s caused but not even I would stoop low enough to point out her infertility. But then, my mom also has a right to be mad. She was lied to and she cares more about me than I’ve been giving her credit for.
“You readily believed her,” I point out. “Neither of you can claim a moral high ground here. You didn’t ask for my side of the story, you never listened when I said the marriage was over. You just kept pushing for us to reconcile for the sake of appearances. And when that wasn’t an option, you set about systematically destroying another person’s life. You are complicit in all of the suffering you put Kelsey through. You had no right. Even if there had been an affair, your response was grossly inappropriate.”
“That’s an understatement,” Kelsey mutters next to me. It’s the first thing she’s said during this confrontation. She’s maintained her composure and I didn’t expect her to get involved as it’s my place to tackle my family, as she pointed out. But I appreciate the sound of her voice more than I thought.
My rock. My wife.
My parents focus on Kelsey for the first time since she walked into the room. They really look at her, like she’s an actual person with feelings that they can empathize with. I can see the realization dawn on them that their actions had consequences and despite it all, here she stands, stronger and more resilient and refusing to back down.
“You’re right,” my mom whispers.
“It was easy to believe what we wanted to hear,” my dad admits.
“As far as I’m concerned there aren’t enough apologies in the world to fix what you did to the woman I love. Luckily for you though, she’s the forgiving type. If she wasn’t, I’d cut you out of my life completely. Kelsey is my family now and if you want to be a part of that, you best start figuring out how to make amends – starting with severing all contact with Helen and stopping your financial support.”
“Done.” My mom says before I’ve even finished my sentence.
Helen looks sharply at her before returning her gobsmacked face to me.
“I have rights,” she all but stomps her designer shoe clad foot.
“And they are laid out in the divorce settlement, which you ignored and didn’t contest. It stipulates what you walk away from the marriage with –”
“I’m keeping the house,” she interrupts.
“Wrong again. It’s worth more than what you are entitled to so it’s being listed for sale first thing tomorrow. It’s probably time you pack your bags.”
“What makes you think I’ll go quietly,” she says dangerously, her words dripping with venom.
“Because now you need money, which requires a job, and that won’t be easy to do if you have a restraining order attached to you. Leave my family alone Helen, or I’ll make it a legal requirement.”
Helen looks from me to Kelsey and for the first time, I’m nervous. My default is to protect Kelsey from everything I can think of so I’m instantly on edge, given how unpredictable and volatile Helen has become.
To her credit, Kelsey doesn’t flinch, and I’ve witnessed many people crumble before Helen’s withering and hostile gaze.
“I’m not sure why you’re looking at me; I’m not going to save you. If I had my way, there would already be a restraining order against you. My life isn’t an expendable pawn in your schemes. You don’t get to fuck with me and get away with it. If there’s a next time, the world gets to know just how psychotically fucked up you are.”
My heart pauses while I wait for Helen’s reaction. I can see the anger trying to contort her features; narrow eyes with the fine lines etched deep, the pinched set to her mouth, the redness of her cheeks creeping down her neck. She radiates rage, but she also knows when she’s beaten.
Helen turns on her heels and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The glacial temperature of the room thaws instantly and Kelsey lets out a gentle breath.
I wrap both my arms tightly around her and she leans her head against my shoulder. I place a gentle kiss on her forehead before looking at my parents.
“You really did get married, didn’t you?” my mom asks, resigned.
“Why would I lie about it? It wasn’t some ploy. I’ve wanted to spend my life married to Kelsey for over a year now. The timing doesn’t matter to me; marrying her a year from now or doing it two days ago, it’s irrelevant. The point is to be married to her.”
“You could have waited, reconciled with us, and then we could have been there,” dad says.
“We could have, but we didn’t. Why should we put our life and plans on pause to accommodate you both? Being a part of our lives isn’t a given, it’s a privilege. It requires respect. But you’ve not given any to either of us; you tried to control me, you ruined my wife and left her with nothing, why on earth would I bend our lives and relationship to accommodate you both?”
“Because we’re your parents,” my mom says weakly, knowing it’s not a sound defense.
“Then act like it. You weren’t at our wedding because you didn’t deserve to be there. That doesn’t mean we don’t want you to be a part of our life in the future, but you need to earn it. I want a relationship with you both, but it’s on our terms.”
“Okay. I can accept that,” says mom.
“Me too,” my dad says sincerely.
“Then would you like to join us for lunch?” Kelsey asks, offering them an olive branch they don’t entirely deserve. I didn’t know she was going to invite them; we didn’t discuss it or plan it, but I like that she offered.
“I’d like that very much, thank you,” my mom says to Kelsey.
“We need to apologize and make amends, so I appreciate you both allowing us to do so.” Kelsey will never know how much it will have killed my dad to admit that he was wrong. It’s the first step of what I hope are many on the journey back to a functional and happy relationship with my parents.
As my parents head out of the room, I hang back for a second and steal a deep lush kiss from my wife. She sighs contentedly as I press my body flush against hers and my tongue dips into her mouth; enough to drive her a little frantic, and tease a wet spot to form in her panties no doubt, but not enough to make us lose control.
“Thank you for being here. For standing with me and supporting me.”
“Thank y
ou for asking me. It wasn’t a fun experience but I appreciate you wanting to include me and I won’t lie, it was a little bit sexy to see you stand up for me like that.”
“Only a little bit?” I grin at her. “I’ll have to defend your honor more vigorously next time.”
“I hope there isn’t a next time if I’m being honest. There are plenty of other ways you can turn me on without needing to defend me from your family,” she laughs lightly, clearly as relieved as I am that the whole thing is over and we can move on with our relationship.
“Agreed, there are better ways to get you begging and desperate for me. But I’m still glad you were here, that we did it together.”
“Me too. You can repay with multiple orgasms later,” she says innocently and I bark with laughter; she has no idea what she’s in for…
This woman.
Our life.
My wife.
Epilogue
Kelsey
The six months since our wedding has been non-stop.
Mason found us a beautiful house on the coast – I nearly lost my mind when I saw the price but he insisted on buying it once he realized I loved it as much as he did.
I tried to argue that it was too extravagant but it really is a beautiful house with lots of natural light and a sea view from every window, a beautifully landscaped garden with a pool, and a private path down to a small sandy beach, used exclusively by us and a few neighboring properties. Inside, it’s immaculate without being over the top. Despite its spaciousness, it feels homey.
My parents and Max and Lucy helped us move and got to enjoy the first of many barbeques that will be held in our garden overlooking the pacific, fringed with palm trees and vibrant flowers. The last owners made the outside space a tropical paradise and I can’t fault a single element of their taste.
Xander, Marlowe, and the kids are frequent visitors, mostly because the kids love the pool. Marlowe and I have become close friends. It’s not the same as having Lucy around the corner like she’s been for most of my life, but she visits as often as she can and Marlowe is an amazing person to have around.
