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“That’s not what I meant. You were weak outside.”

  “I’m good, Simon.” I wanted sex, so I was going to wait to tell him, he got me. I was pregnant.

  “Good. Because I’m horny, too. As a matter of fact, I have been thinking about getting you naked all day.”

  I squealed as he undid my bikini top. His mouth came down on my breast, sucking and marking my chest.

  He pulled back to look at his handiwork and smiled. “Good, next time you go outside and your tits are showing this much, everyone will know you’re taken.”

  “Because the ring isn’t enough.”

  “All married women wear rings, but this mark shows that you’re being satisfied and all mine.” He attacked my other breast, making me moan and arch my back off the bed. I loved this man so much that his touch set me off. He parted my thighs roughly and undid his pants with his mouth on by breast. I looked down at his thick cock that was perfectly smooth and long. It turned me on just knowing that it was a lot to take in, but I was always up for the challenge.

  Standing up, Simon stared at my thighs that were slick with my desire. He wickedly licked his lips before he took his cock in hand. Giving it a few strokes, he slid my panties to the side, and pressed the head at my entrance. He enjoyed teasing me, but I wanted him in me. So I wrapped my legs around him, and pulled him down and deep into me. We both cried out with the intensity of his penetration.

  “I don’t like being kept waiting, Mr. James.”

  Using his knees, he pushed us onto the bed completely. His strength turned me on more. Simon was able to move me around like a rag doll and loved to manhandle me in bed. It only made me wetter. He leaned over me, gripped my hands over my head, and pushed me closer to the headboard with his strong pelvis.

  My body took each powerful thrust with pleasure. I felt him dominate my womb and fuck me into a hard and intense orgasm.

  I cried out, “Simon! I love you. God, I’m coming.” My body shook as I rode the wave.

  “You’re so fucking sexy when you come for me. It’s…too…much. You make me come every time. Shit, Em…I’m coming too.”

  I felt his release splash my walls, making my orgasm last a bit longer.

  “I hope this time I knocked your sexy ass up, because next round is in your ass,” he grunted and dropped down to the side of me, breathing hard.

  “Simon, I guess you get in my ass tonight.”

  He lifted his face off the mattress, looking at me confused. “Are you saying? Are you?”

  I nodded happily at him. He flipped his body to his side and then sat up so fast I thought I was going to bounce off the edge of the bed.

  “Seriously, Simon. Are you trying to knock me off the bed?”

  “No. Hell no. Fuck we’re going to have a baby. Shit.” I couldn’t tell if he was happy or too shocked to make a full statement.

  “Yeah. You’re going to be a father.”

  “Hell yeah,” he shouted before leaning over me and kissing me deeply. My heart was pounding with happiness. Then the silly man placed tender kisses down my body until he reached by belly, and whispered to his baby inside. “I love you little one, almost as much as your mother. Grow for us.” We spent the next hour getting down and dirty in the shower then Simon returned to his perch staring at my belly until we fell asleep.

  Epilogue

  Sixteen Years Later…

  What the fuck! I’d just gotten home from the office when I walked out to the backyard. It was a hot summer day so my family was out in the pool having fun. What I saw next had me raging like a madman. My wife, who was going to get a damn spanking, was wearing a skimpy bikini. But it wasn’t just my dearest dressed like that. Our oldest girl was twelve and her bikini matched her mother’s. What was worse was she was starting to look like her mother. Melody had breasts that needed to be covered up before I choked someone. I felt the vein in my head throb intensely and my jaw ticked. There was some boy with a body of a man sitting on the edge of the pool and I wanted to knock his ass into the water, then out of my house. He must be a friend of my fifteen-year-old son. I wasn’t sure which of my women he was eyeing, but I wasn’t having it.

  “Party time is over,” I roared. Everyone turned to me with wide eyes. Emmy was giving me a look that I wasn’t going to even address at the moment.

  “Kayla, Jack, Declan rinse off and go play in your rooms.” My three youngest ran off with bright smiles. They knew someone was in trouble. I turned to the little shit who was clearly trying to hide his fucking erection. “What’s your name?”

  “I’m Troy,” the over-grown boy stuttered nervously. He may look older than fifteen, but I was still twice his size and not in a good fucking mood. He tried to hide his wood as he hurried out of my way.

  “Okay, Troy. Get the fuck out of my house and don’t come back. Next time I catching you eyeing my women, you won’t get a warning.”

  “Simon!” Emmy shouted at me in embarrassment.

  “Wife, do me a favor and shut it before I snap the boy’s neck.”

  “Daddy!”

  “You too, Melody. Go change and throw that damn bikini in the trash. If I see it again, you’ll be grounded the whole summer.”

  “Simon,” I called my son to me. He knew I wasn’t happy and he knew why. With a whisper, I asked, “What are our man rules in this house?”

  “No men near the pool when your mother and sister are in it.”

  “Yes, so why was that little jackass with an eager penis eyeing my wife and daughter.”

  “Mom said I could have company. Then they came home from shopping just as we got in the pool.”

  “Okay, but remember, it’s about respect. No boy your age is going to respect your sister and your mother because their hormones are going fucking crazy. I’d really hate to go to prison for killing a little shit.”

  “What happens when you see the neighbor’s daughter in a swimsuit.” My son gave me a knowing look. “Okay, so know that your friend whether intentionally or not is ogling your mom and sis the same way.”

  “Oh man, Dad. I didn’t even think like that; I’m planning on marrying Susie. I’m not letting any of my friends in our home when you’re not here.” My boy had it bad. We all thought maybe the James freight train arrived early. Only time would tell, but the boy was wise beyond his years. He had already started interning at the office in the mailroom. One day it would be his and he knew it. He even claimed little Susie would be by his side. The strangest thing was I didn’t doubt him.

  “Good. Now go and make sure your friend is gone. I need to have a word and more with your mother.” He nodded his head and like a good boy, left.

  “Wife, time to talk in private.” I grabbed her hand and a towel. Helping her dry off, I felt on her curves to calm my frustration. Her robe was hanging on the lounge chair so I snatched that shit up and wrapped it around her. I didn’t say a word to her until we were behind closed doors.

  I growled and paced the room. “Damn it, Emmy. What’s going on with Melody?” I snapped, walking up to her.

  “What do you mean, what’s going on with her?” She must have thought I was losing it. I probably was. My sexy-ass wife didn’t understand because she thought it was cute that they looked alike. I thought it was too until she got boobs.

  “She’s got tits. I didn’t approve of that shit. She’s too young for that. When the fuck did that shit happen?”

  Emmy just laughed at me. I didn’t find it funny. My daughter was everything that was sweet and perfect at twelve. I couldn’t believe that she wasn’t my little girl anymore. Little, horny boys were going to be trying to trick her into doing things she was too young for. I didn’t want anyone near my little girl. Simon was going to be put on high alert soon.

  “Homeschooling is looking like a good option,” I growled.

  “Simon, you’re being ridiculous. I had tits well before I had sex. As I seem to remember someone took my virginity after I graduated college.”

  “I guess you’ve got a point, but
I’m not letting my guard down.”

  She continued to giggle. Over the years, my temper didn’t affect my wife. In fact, sometimes she really enjoyed it. Today wasn’t going to be any different. “Emmy, are you asking for a spanking?”

  “Maybe.” She batted her eyelashes at me before dropping her robe. That swimsuit didn’t reveal as much as I thought. I needed her naked. Fuck, sixteen years later and she was still fucking stunning. Five kids did nothing to reduce her sex appeal. Hell no, I wanted to put more kids into her, but we’d had unprotected sex our entire marriage and our youngest was six. I stroked my cock through my dress pants. The blood left my head when she ran her hands down my forearms. “Damn, Simon, I love when you roll your sleeves up.”

  She purred then slid her hands down to my belt. My cock throbbed as she tormented me. Her tiny fingers slowly removed my belt, then in exaggeration, she painstakingly unzipped my pants. Our eyes met when I let out a groan. The wicked woman was sporting a bright smile. She would pay for it today. We didn’t have time for anything more than one orgasm a piece, but after the kids fall asleep, the dirty Mrs. James was going to get it.

  She unleashed my cock and ran it in between her breasts. My cum dripped onto her cleavage marking it as mine. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked it deep down her throat; I threw my head back and let out a moan which echoed through our room. I’d had enough. Quickly, I lifted her up, tore her bikini bottoms off, and impaled her core onto my cock. She cried out instantly. My mouth clung to hers to stop the screaming. I didn’t want the kids thinking I was killing their mother. With my hands on her ass, I pumped her up and down, fucking her while standing.

  “Yes, Simon...” she murmured. I gave her a spank on her ass cheek because I wanted her to juice on my cock. She loved a little spanking. “More, again.”

  “Emmy, fuck you’re going to make me come.”

  “So am…I,” she cried, an orgasm ripping through her. I emptied my seed deep in her today. We paused in position then heard a knock at the door.

  “Mommy, are you okay?” I closed my eyes trying to not laugh. My youngest was at our door. So fucking glad they knew not to come in without getting permission.

  “I stubbed my toe going to the shower. I’ll be okay after taking a bath. Go aggravate your brother.”

  “Okay,” Declan said with a happy tone in his voice.

  She pressed her head to my sweaty chest. “Homeschooling isn’t an option.”

  “Ha. No, babe, definitely not an option. We live in a mansion and there’s still not enough privacy. Come on, Mrs. James, bath time.”

  THE END.