by Coffy Paige
Life for Maizah switched from a stagnant numbness to a whirlwind of constant surprises. You would think that being married to a professional MMA fighter/television show personality would be enough excitement. It’s actually seems there’s more excitement when they’re together than apart. So much so they are in talks with a national network for a reality TV show about their hasty relationship and life thereafter. Maizy is in therapy to cope with her feelings with herself and other issues with family. Three nights a week she teaches pole dancing at Char’s studio and even became a partner, especially after she won the US Pole Dancing Championship. A feat that makes her sister and stepmother gnash their teeth.
For Mr. James, is it weird that his wife is getting almost just as much attention as him when he fights at the same venues as her competitions? Sometimes, but Mallory certainly couldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. He created the monster so now he has to deal with it and oh what another delight! Sitting in his office looking over scripts, contracts, and schedules, Mallory is actually a bit sad. He lost his last fight by disqualification.
It wasn’t his fault though. He couldn’t keep his head in the game. While in the octagon, he spotted a fellow fighter hitting heavily on Maizy. To the point of her having to push him away. After that he pretty much blacked out. When he came to he was outside of the ring. The fighter that he was supposed to be fighting didn’t have a scratch on him. The fighter groping Maizy had both his eyes swollen shut. Somehow they were able to say it was planned and Mallory was made to do an out of court settling to the tune of seven figures. What could he say; he was very protective of his family, especially his kids and Queen.
Still he’s been in a funk lately and he doesn’t know how to get out of it. The competitor in Mallory won’t let his pride go for losing in such a way. He knows he’ll have another chance at the title and lord knows he doesn’t need the CFC to make a living like a lot of his friends. It just sucks to know that his hot-headedness is keeping him from something he loves. He’d do it all over again if the situation came along though.
With a sigh he gets up to leave his office and find his family. They’re in the kitchen cooking, well Maizy is cooking and little Mallory is hanging on with one hand and playing with mommy’s earring with the other while gurgling and cooing in her ear. Maizy periodically is checking in with her baby by talking and emulating his sounds. Little Mallory looks over to his father and begins squirming and laughing. Mallory is in the doorway smiling at the sight they present.
It’s these moments that put it all back in perspective. So what if he lost a fight? It was over his stupidity anyway. When Maizy turns around she gives him that sparkly cheery look that he can’t stand to be without for over a day. She’s wearing a simple summer dress with thin straps. It stops just above knees and with no shoes on her delicate little feet. It’s funny how he notices everything about her now. Before, when he was dating he never had a fetish for a woman’s particular body parts. With Maizy, she made him a fiend for everything, even her toes! Her hair is longer now because of the baby but hell he never complained about that. Her body a bit more fit because of the competitions yet curvy and soft where he needs her to be.
His eyes momentarily go seductively low before she gives him a warning look and nods to their giggling child. He comes over and takes little Mallory with a kiss to his forehead before setting him on his broad chest. He turns to his wife, “Just like I like ‘em. Barefoot and pregnant.” Maizy swats him away with her wooden spoon and a laugh. They were constantly jabbing each other with jokes that would normally horrify people. People couldn’t tell if they were serious or joking and most of the time if they were asked they’d answer in unison, “Both.”
They knew their relationship isn’t conventional in most ways but the love they share seems to be doing a remarkable job so far. Changing the formula doesn’t seem like it’s on the horizon. Besides, the joke is befitting as they recently found out Maizy is three weeks a long with their second bundle of joy. They kiss and chuckle over one another’s lips. He bends to give the nonexistent bump of her lower abdomen a gentle kiss. He then notices the smells of some of his favorite African dishes that Maizah’s grandmother made them on a visit the year before. “What’s all this.”
“Well I know you’ve been down in the dumps about your little psychotic episode,” She pauses for effect and giggles at his rolling eyes. “Whatever Mallory, I told you I can handle myself. I even train with you once a week for defense moves. How am I ever going to know if I can do it if you’re always there to save me?”
“Because the mere thought that you will need saving again scares the shit out of me.” The end he makes sure little Mallory’s head was on his should with his hand covering his ears. Alex never did tell authorities and pretty much hadn’t heard anything from him.
Maizy rubs her husband’s cheek, “Babe that was a long time ago.”
“I know but you’re so fragile now.”
“Excuse me?” Maizy cocks a hip and folds her arms over under her bosom. To ward off her wrath he pretends to be distracted by her breasts. She smirks and rolls her eyes as she turns back to the food, “pervert.”
He leans in to nuzzle and nip her neck. Getting the right response of laughter he knows he’s safely in the clear, for now. “Only for you baby,” he whispers before sitting at the kitchen’s island. “So this dinner is to get me out of the depression.”
She gives her own lecherous gleam, “Among other things.” He perks up with that news. He hopes she means what he thinks she means. Just then a doorbell rings and Char’s voice fills the house from the front end. Maizy begins to take off her apron and shut everything off, “honey can you get MJ ready to go with Char.” She gives her baby a big kiss and hugs Char as she comes in then disappears in the back.
Utterly confused at this point, Mallory hands his son his sister, “What’s going on here?”
“God you must have the I.Q. of a Neanderthal too.” She pauses to stick her tongue back out at him before kissing her nephew. “I’m here to take Mallory Jr. to our house so your beautiful wife can reward you for needing you head checked. She thinks some one-on-one time between you two will help.” She says all of this in a soothing babyish voice for her nephew’s benefit and starts bouncing him until he laughs.
Now utterly amazed that his wife can read him just as well as he can with her, he scratches his freshly painted neon orange hair and smirks. Char just rolls her eyes and heads for the door with the baby’s diaper bag, “ You two are gross out central! I’ll call when I’m coming to drop him off.” In a bit of a daze he starts to think of all the possibilities of his naked wife running around about 8000 sq ft of home with no distractions. “Mal’ do you hear me? The last time I didn’t get an answer, you guys were on your way to Vegas and I was stuck with a pit puppy for five days.” Just then the family dog, Brutus, trots over to his doggy bed in the kitchen.
“Jeez Char, are you comparing your nephew to Brutus?” Char pauses at his word play but continues to the door without a word. Mallory is silently dying behind her as he walks to the door. He kisses his sister and son goodbye then turns back to his castle, ready to hunt out his Queen. “Maaaizy.” He calls out. His cock is at a semi already and gets a bit harder when he hears the music from the master bedroom. They had a corner of the room set up just for Maizy’s private shows for Mallory. Lately they haven’t had many because of the baby, the loss, and most of Maizy’s practices taking place at the studio. Mallory would feel so bad in asking for a dance after seeing her work so hard that he was happy just to still have her libido in check.
As he follows the sounds coming from his bedroom he’s unbuttoning his pants. Once the door is opened, He catches her already warming up in nothing but her clear heels and lace front orange bikini thongs. He bites his bottom lip as she flips and spins around the metal rod to the deep bass of the songs beat.
She glides up and down like a graceful bird and as the last strain strums out from the speaker she fin
ally notices him and smiles. “Why don’t you come over here.” She alluringly walks over to his chair that he sits in when she dances for him. Obviously the show is already starting as she slowly bends from the hips to drag his chair to her pole. The lip of the chair is so close to the pole it’s touching.
The next song starts just as Mallory takes his seat already mesmerized as she climbs the pole to the high ceiling. She sits back in a fireman stance and looks down to him, “What am I going to do with you Mr. Neanderthal James?” With a ballerina’s grace she expertly pike’s and spins half way then curls back into reverse superwoman until she’s face to face with him. He leans in for a kiss and she obliges with a savory connection that has him nostrils flaring with anticipation. Laughing, she moves away when his hands get too familiar on her chest.
“You can do whatever you want with me baby. Whatever you want.” He plunks back in his seat with a groan as he watches her snake back up the pole to the beat of the song. “Just don’t take too long.” Mallory moves a hand beneath his pant and removes his cock from its confining space. He doesn’t have to worry about indecency, as Maizy almost prefers him at his most lewd.
Maizy goes into a leg variation that V’s her strong limbs out. This time she twirls down until her ass is inches from his member. Her ankles and calves lock around the pole as she rubs the seam of her ass against his length. She allows him to get closer and more rambunctious this time. It ignites something in her to rattle his beast in the cage. As awful as it sounds, she’s come to love his wild ways. When he beat up the jerk in Vegas she was more upset that they wanted to suspend Mallory than actually being angry with him.
All she can think now is how the tabloids will blow it out of proportion with tales of a stressed home life, as if the situation itself wasn’t enough. For every publicity stunt some whore or jack-off pulled to try to break them up or slander their names, he is there with a bigger stunt just to prove his love. It’s not only for her benefit but also to anyone watching. He told her in the beginning that reason goes out the window when it concerned her and these past two years have definitely proven that. The least she can do is give her Neanderthal a sexy show, especially when mostly all he does now is for her and their family. Mallory palms the cheeks of her ass, guiding her up and down more specifically against his cock. “Do you like your new routine baby?”
“Flawless!” His meaty hand cracks down on a full globe causing it to jiggle the way he likes. He can’t take anymore and he goes in to pull her to his lap but she’s too fast. Maizy does another fireman climb up the pole and smirks down at him. “You think this is funny don’t you.” She leans her head back and her shiny curls hang down like a curtain as she laughs. She looks back up to him and nods. He growls at his chocolate sprite and tries to keep his composure. She hates it when he pulls her from the pole mid routine but he has his limits. He eyes her through a narrowing gaze, “You know what you’re doing don’t you.” Again she says nothing as she flips upside down for an inverted strong hold. She begins a stag spin until she’s face to face with his throbbing rod. When he see that she has the intention of taking him between her luscious lips he squirms with surprised merriment, “What are you-” He doesn’t finish because his gasp extinguishes the sounds that form words. The hot wet cavern of her mouth encases the head of his dick like her delectable body.
His head leans on the back of the chair and his eyes rolls to the back of his skull. He can feel her throat contract around him and his hand goes up to tuft her hair in his fist. He guides her suctioning mouth up and down on his length. “God your mouth is incredible!” The strength in her upper body is amazing so he’s not worried of her hurting herself. He takes a peek at the sexual dance she’s concocted for him. He enjoys the sight of her tawny pink succulent lips wrapping loving around his own raspberry pink flesh. “You look so beautiful when you do this. When did I get so lucky?”
Even though the question is rhetorical, a long slurp precedes the sound of his cock plopping from her mouth. “When you gave me all these gifts.” The gifts she speaks of being the life they share, the children they’re blessed to have together, and the unyielding support they offer one another through any rocky road. Finding herself in this position, actually and figuratively, would surprise some even still. The shy, analytical, superego driven girl that once was is long gone. In her place is a sure, sexy, and confident woman with thanks to a pole and her instincts showing her a way to a life all her own.
She goes to place him back in her mouth but he quickly stops her, “Oh no you don’t!” She swings upright into a fireman pose with a curious look as he moves his chair back and pulls his shift over his head from the back of his collar making his triceps and lat muscle more pronounced. She licks her lips from yummy memories of clawing those specific areas. Her reverie is shaken as he stoops and bends her from the waist so that she drapes over his shoulder.
Maizy is laughing uncontrollably, “Careful with the wee one!”
Her impression of his grandmother from Ireland has him joining in with her mirth, “Lady the things I’m about to do to you,” he pauses to pull his pants off. Her expression changes from merriment to heated desire as her eyes travel the plates and discs of toned armor protruding from her husband’s torso. Her hot gaze moves from the pelvic V of his lower abdomen when he speaks again, “The wee one better just cover their little eyes and ears.” The comment is meant as a joke but the intensity of his stare won’t allow her to laugh. She swallows hard from the anticipation. She does feel a bit silly but she can’t help it, it’s her initial reaction every time they join.
Mallory savors these moments, actually any moment with just the two of them. No press, fights or, family, or baby to think about. His manhood bangs against his thighs as it zeros in on its prize. The sound of what she thinks is an inaudible groan makes him grin. His own groan quickly follows when his tip touches the naked folds of her. In a trance, he just revels over the feeling of the immediate contact. This is instant gratification for Mallory but it’s merely a tease for Maizy. “Mal!” She whines keenly. Without a moments notice he surges through to the hilt.
She screams out in unbridled desire and Mallory locks his hips to hers to savor once again. Maizy, now less inept about her body during lovemaking, begins to move hips and chest into him. “Baby I need you. Don’t make me beg.”
Begging was never the intention for Mallory yet it definitely has its benefits. “But you know I love it when you beg.” He moves out half way then sluggishly inches back to the hilt, “gimme one ‘please Neanderthal’ and you can have me to your heart’s content.”
With a cheeky pout she blows a breath of mock exasperation. “Mallory I believe your ego is a bit too ooooh,” She pauses as he leers down to her eyes and drags his hips back once more. He’s more than confident that he has her where he wants her then a swish of her hips catches him off guard and the sensation takes over him. Maizy locks her thighs around his waist like a bond girl villain then overtakes his hulking figure until he’s on his back and she’s leering down at him. “As I was saying, your ego is becoming bigger than your britches. No pun intended.” The surprise in his eyes is twofold. She can only assume he can’t believe she perfectly hit one of his grappling moves and her sliding down the length of his personal pole.
She keeps her lower half in motion as she leans down with her mouth guiding her direction. Her lips run up the strong column of his neck to land on his angular jawline. When she’s close to his ear she whispers, “But if Neanderthal wants to come out to play…” she leans up enough to catch his gaze, “I wouldn’t of object.”
That’s Mallory’s breaking point. Inviting his alter ego into their lovemaking isn’t uncommon yet it’s still hotter than any other encounter. It’s simply the fact she accepts him in all his psyche manifestations. Whether it’s Mallory the ego, Mal the super, or Neanderthal the Id, she loves them all. Life with Maizy not only completes him but it’s an adventure. The thought of his wife still blossoming right under
his nose is a blessing he intends to nurture forever.
Their lovemaking goes on for nearly the whole night until Maizy throws her hands up in mercy. Mallory pulls her little frame over his, bodies slick with their sweat. He grabs a handful of her curvy rump to guide his tulip to his liking, “I love you so much Maizah.” One hand goes to her hair to focus on her eyes. “To have you apart of me.” He rubs at her sides to caress the life inside, “Is more than I can stand some days.”
Her Dreamy gaze turns warm and sincere, “I love you too Mallory. Thank you for all this. For my true love, true family you provide, Char included.” They chuckle at that before she continues with a serious tone, “Mallory thank you for helping me find my true self. A beautiful and smart wife, mother, and pole dancer.” The last part is to shake him up a bit until he sees the smile and laugh Maizy holding back. As he tickles her for trying to mess with him, their house phone begins to ring. “I wonder who that is?”
“Probably Barry calling about my schedule tomorrow.” Mallory groans from his impending conversation with his manager. He hates when the real world crashes their cocoon. He looks at the time and realizes that Barry knows to never call this late, especially the house phone because of the baby. Thinking it may be Char calling about Jr. he gets some pep in his step to get to the phone base.
Looking at the caller I.D. screen he immediately wishes he had let the voicemail pick up. Maizah props up on the massive bed as if she’s Cleopatra herself. Mallory doesn’t want to tell her but her expectant look when he doesn’t pick up the blaring phone says that there’s no choice, “Get the phone Mal’, don’t just stand there. Is it Char?”
