by K E Osborn
We enter the barn, and Callie stops in the doorway and looks at the very old engraving on the door frame. “Oh Mike, it’s still here.” She runs her hand over the symbol while I smile.
I pull Callie to me and start to slow dance with her. “I love you so much. I always have.”
“I love you, too, Mike. Always have, always will.”
“Callie Anne King, do you know how much I adore you?”
Her glistening eyes lock onto mine, and I see nothing but love shining back from her.
“I do.”
“Oh, Chris, harder!” Sarah screams as she claws her fingernails into my back. I’m so close to coming, but I hold out and thrust into her deeper. It’s hard getting the angle right as she sits spread eagle on top of the washing machine. The movement from the spin cycle is making it even more difficult but much better for Sarah. I fucking love her sex face, it turns me animalistic. I thrust again, and she moans loudly. She’s so tight around my cock, and every time I slide in and out of her is pure fucking ecstasy.
“Fuck! Sarah, I love you,” I groan as I slide her on and off me again.
“Shut up, you pussy and fuck me,” she growls while reaching up and taking hold of the fold-out clothes line above her head. I start to drive faster—I’m wound up so tight that if my balls constrict any further, I think they’re going to implode.
“Oh yeah… right there, big boy,” Sarah calls out as I pull her onto me so every inch of her tight, wet pussy covers my cock. She moans loudly, I feel her tighten around me, and then she screams out in satisfaction.
Oh yeah, I’m the man!
Pumping faster, my cock hardens that little bit more, almost painful, then my balls squeeze tight, and I come so damn hard inside her. “Sarah,” I shout, followed by a long, drawn-out moan.
Both our breathing slows while the spin cycle on the machine gradually reduces speed and then stops as Sarah collapses in my strong arms.
Man, my guns are getting big. I’ll have to pump some more iron later, get those muscles looking even better than they do now. I flex my bicep and smile at myself.
Fuck, I’m awesome!
Sarah slowly sits back up, and I pull out of her. She smirks, pushing my chest, making me take a step backward, which causes me to chuckle. “Now piss off and let me get back to the washing, you fiend. Can’t even let a girl do the freakin’ washing without you giving her one,” she states, hopping down and turning to open the lid of the machine.
“Babe, Mom’s got Ethan.” I know I sound whiney, but I continue, “We have to make the most of our night together, not spend it doing stupid laundry,” I explain, snuggling into her from behind and kissing her neck.
“Go… make me some dinner. If you’re good, I’ll be a naughty maid after and give you some dessert.” Turning in my arms, she stands on her toes to kiss me.
“Well, who can say no to that?” I give her a quick kiss before letting her go and turning to walk out. Sarah slaps me on the ass as I go to which I chuckle but keep going to the kitchen. You would think I’d have learned not to cook naked because, well, heat and dicks don’t mix. But I figure we’ll be getting naked again right after dinner, so why bother getting dressed. It seems like an unnecessary inconvenience—I’ll just be careful because I need my cock in working order.
I walk over to the fridge to make a start when my phone rings.
“Babe, your phone,” Sarah calls out.
I head back to the laundry to grab it from my jeans pocket, and as I get to the door, Sarah hands it to me.
I smile and swipe the screen. “Yel-low?” I boom, and Sarah simply rolls her eyes.
“Hey, dude, we have some news. Is Sarah with you?” Aiden’s voice chimes down the line.
“Yeah, she’s right here. Why? What’s up? Is your boy on his way?”
“No, no, nothing like that. He’s still in Jeni’s belly. Put me on speaker so Sarah can hear.”
“Yep, hang on…” I pull the phone from my ear and switch it to speaker. “Okay, you there?”
“Yeah,” a whole bunch of people reply all at once.
“Okay, so I heard Jeni and maybe Killian, but other than that, I have no idea?” Sarah questions, and they all laugh.
“It’s the family. We’re all here… Mike has something to tell you,” Aiden clarifies, and I look at Sarah with my eyebrow raised.
“Okaaay?” Sarah draws out like we’re waiting for some big announcement.
“Hi, kids,” Mike states.
“Hey, Mike,” we both reply in unison.
“We wanted to let you know, seeing as you’re both part of our extended family, that I asked Callie to marry me.”
Sarah gasps, and her hand shoots to her mouth. “Oh. My. God. Callie, you better have said yes,” Sarah exclaims.
“Of course, I did.” Callie giggles while Sarah starts jumping up and down on the spot.
I can’t help but watch as her tits bounce along with her.
Damn! That’s so fucking hot right now.
“Callie, I’ve just finished studying my events coordination course, so you have to be my first client. I won’t take no for an answer. Gaaa, I’m so excited. Yay, my first real job. And… it’s a wedding. Thank you, Callie. I won’t let you down.” Sarah continues talking without taking a breath or giving Callie any time to answer.
I love her to bits, but she can get a little ahead of herself at times.
“What she means to say is… if you’d like some help with planning your wedding, Sarah would love to help. Isn’t that right, babe?” I ask, trying to give them an out if they want it.
“Chris, shut up! I got this,” Sarah chides.
The other people on the line start laughing loudly.
“Sarah, honey, we would be grateful for your help. But, we don’t want anything too big or lavish. Just something simple,” Callie relays.
I smirk at Sarah’s disappointed face, but that’s soon gone and in its place is determination.
“Nonsense, it’s going to be the best wedding Mornington Vale has ever seen,” Sarah boasts while looking excited.
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, guys. I’ll keep Sarah under control,” I tell them, but she glares at me.
“Thanks, Chris, we’d appreciate that,” Mike replies.
‘You’re an idiot, Chris Starke’ she mouths to me, and I wink at her.
“No worries. Congrats, guys, we’re so happy for you,” I add.
She sighs wistfully. “I love weddings. When are you thinking of having it?” Sarah asks.
“Not for a while. Maybe in two or three years. We want to give you enough time to plan everything properly,” Callie advises, and Sarah randomly jumps on the spot.
Shit, there go her tits again. God, I love watching them babies bounce.
“Awesome, the more time I have, the bigger the extravagance I can accomplish,” she exclaims.
My eyes roll so far back in my head, but I control myself.
Sarah gets so over-the-top excited, but that’s what I love about her.
“We’ll have to meet up so we can organize things,” Callie queries.
Sarah nods her head emphatically like they can actually see her. “Sure, how’s tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow is fine, honey,” Callie replies.
“Come over for dinner, and we can all talk about it,” Jeni advises.
“Okay, see you then. Congrats again, guys,” Sarah chimes, and then smiles at me.
“Yeah, congrats. We’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night… all of you,” I offer, and end the call.
“Oh my God, Chris… my first real client. And it’s Callie. She loves me. So I know I can do anything I want, and she’ll let me. I’m so excited,” she states, then starts to run off.
“Babe, remember, it’s not our wedding, it’s Mike and Callie’s. So you have to pick things they want, not what you want,” I call out to her.
“Dah!” she replies, and I shake my head.
This is going to be out of control!
Damn! I shouldn’t have asked.
That smile means only one thing.
She’s scheming.
“Well, I thought of some ideas for the wedding while I was cleaning up. And seeing as how they’re rich and can have just about anything, I’m thinking we go all out.”
I don’t like that look in her eye.
It means shit’s about to get crazy.
Pulling out the chair, I sit next to her and start eating.
There’s no point in responding because she won’t stop talking to let me get a word in anyway, so I keep quiet and listen.
“Okay, so I was thinking…” Her eyes light up. “You ready for this?” There’s a very long pause as if to give it some sort of emphasis, and then she states, “Theme wedding.” Looking all excited and gesturing like it’s the best idea she’s ever had, I smile and nod. “So, this is my reasoning… Callie once told me she is obsessed with baby chickens, so we could totally do a farm animal theme.” I laugh a little, I simply can’t help it, due to what I think is the sheer stupidity of the statement. Sarah looks at me sternly, so I take another mouthful and shut the hell up. I know when to be quiet and when to talk, and now’s not the time to speak. Not while she’s in full crazy mode. “So, we could have like a petting zoo with pens of all kinds of animals… baby chickens, of course, and sheep, ducks, baby goats. I mean, who doesn’t love baby goats?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I smirk at her ridiculousness.
I’m pretty sure animals and white clothing should never be mixed. I can just imagine the baby goats getting out and running down the aisle chewing on all the flowers.
It’s a terrible fucking idea!
“Okay, so now onto the cake. I’m thinking eight tiers. Why eight, you ask? Well, one for each member of the family. You know, like one for Callie, one for Mike, one for Aiden, Jeni, Brielle, Logan, Killian, and Daniel.”
I smile and nod like that’s a good idea. I guess it’s not one of her craziest—perhaps it could actually work.
“But wait… on the bottom tier, picture four figurine horses hanging from it and on the said horses are figurines of the couples. Mike and Callie, Aiden and Jeni and so forth, then the whole bottom tier spins like a carousel. And boom,” her hand jolts out like an explosion. “You’re amazed, right?”
I honestly can’t help it as I laugh out loud. “Umm… babe, I think maybe—”
“Wait, I’m not done,” she interrupts.
Doubt it could get worse than a spinning carousel cake?
“Back to the animals… instead of having farm animals, we could go all out and have a zoo theme. I’m sure I’d be able to get a giraffe and some Meerkats on loan. Oh, and don’t forget about a baby tiger cub. Yeah,” she nods to herself. “That’s an awesome idea,” she exclaims excitedly while she scribbles in her notepad.
Dumbfounded.
Flabbergasted.
Stupefied.
Are there any other words that go with this messed-up shit she’s serving up?
Where the hell does she come up with this zany crap?
“I’m going to teach Mike a really modern wedding dance, like to rap music or something, to entertain everyone. I mean Mike’s quite spritely. I’m sure I can get him to breakdance or something.”
I look at her, shaking my head in astonishment.
Mike is spritely, yes.
But break dancing?
More like break-his-back dancing.
Sarah’s out of control, but she looks so happy and excited, especially seeing as we’re both sitting at the dining table, naked. She takes another mouthful of her spaghetti, and some sauce drops and runs between her tits.
I want to lick that off. Right the fuck now!
Without hesitation, I quickly lean in and suck on the sauce just by her nipple. She smacks me in the head and tuts. “Chris Starke, keep focused. I know my boobs are amazing, but we have bigger things to deal with, like the wedding. So, get off me and eat your dinner while I tell you the best part.” She pushes me away from her.
The best part?
And here I thought all her crazy ideas were out on the table.
“Okay, so this is the big one. I know how much Mike loves Star Trek, so do you think I could get Captain Kirk to marry them?” she asks, making me spit my food clean across the table.
She frowns with a stern look, and I stop laughing immediately and put on my listening face. “Babe, his name is William Shatner, not Captain Kirk,” I correct, and she shakes her head emphatically.
“No, I want to have him dressed in his captain’s uniform and marry them as the captain. Oh, and Spock can be the ring bearer,” she exclaims, smiling widely.
I sit there not knowing what to say, especially because Lenard Nimoy, the man who played Spock, isn’t even alive anymore. Obviously, these ideas are completely ridiculous, but there’s no fucking way I am telling her that under any circumstances. That’s for someone else to do.
Yeah, yeah, call me chicken, but I am not breaking her spirit.
“Babe, maybe you should run these ideas past Callie before you start making plans. Don’t you think?”
“You don’t like them?” she questions with a frown, and I instantly backtrack.
“Baby, it’s not for me to like. You’re so… um… creative, but you have to remember that Callie and Mike like the simple things. They’re not young, so your ideas need to be a little more elegant and refined, not… um… extravagant and over the top.”
Sarah shakes her head in disagreement, waving me off. I immediately feel sorry for Callie. Hopefully, she’s better at saying no to Sarah than me because I’m hopeless at it.
“Don’t be ageist, Chris. Just because they’re older doesn’t mean they can’t have a big, extravagant wedding,” she chides.
Yep, I know when not to say anything more. And yes, I might be a pussy for not telling her the way it is, but I’d rather be a loved-up pussy than a sleeping-on-the-couch tough guy any day.
We finish up dinner with her continuing on and on with more outrageous ideas and themes—which honestly, I never would have thought could have gotten more outrageous—for Mike and Callie’s wedding. So, I tune out.
“So, what do you think? Will Callie love it?” she asks.
With nothing left to say, I smile and nod.
I’m such a weak prick, but what can I do?
“Okay, great, so clean up, and then I’ll meet you in the bedroom for some dessert.” She insinuates, which I am all-in by the way, by raising her eyebrows up and down.
Suddenly, I’m a lot more interested in what she has to say. Quickly standing, I clear our plates as she scurries off to the bedroom. I do the quickest clean-up in the history of the world and decide to make things interesting. We usually use strawberries, but I’m going for something different seeing as Ethan’s out all night. Love my kid, but it’s hard to keep my woman satisfied when he runs into our room every five fucking minutes.
I take out some chocolate mousse I made earlier and walk to our bedroom. She closed the door which usually means I have some sort of surprise waiting for me when I open it. When I walk in, there are lit candles everywhere, and she’s lying on her back naked, giving me a full view of her body.
I’m instantly hard.
Rock hard.
A slight groan rumbles through my chest.
I shut the door behind me and walk over, placing the mousse on our chest of drawers and stand at the end of the bed simply admiring her beauty. Sarah smirks at me and then spreads her legs wide, showing me paradise.
I chuckle as it’s so like her. She’s just as perverted as I am, and I love it.
“I fucking love you,” I tell her, and she giggles.
I move so I’
m right in front of her, and she brings her legs down and crawls her way toward me seductively.
Fuckin’ yes!
She’s now level with my cock.
I have to be careful my hard-on doesn’t poke her eye out.
Sarah looks up at me through her lashes, and I smile widely. Her hand slowly runs up my thigh and to my balls. She cups them, and the warmth of her hand sends a shiver down my spine. Her other hand grasps the base of my cock. I almost come on the spot when she licks her lips.
Fuck, her seductive facials drive me insane!
She moves her beautiful lips in and caresses my tip.
Fuck!
Her hand strokes the base of my cock as her lips shift further down my length. The moist warmth of her mouth makes it hard for me to concentrate on anything but her movements. I so badly want to fist my hand in her hair and fuck her mouth senseless, but I hold back so she can enjoy it as much as I know I will.
“God, Sarah, your mouth is freakin’ magic,” I moan as I move my hand and stroke her cheek.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles with her mouth full, and the vibration on my cock sends me insane. She smirks and starts to move on me while she strokes the base. I close my eyes and let my head fall back in pure ecstasy. You have to give her credit—my girl can suck like a Hoover. Not one of those cheap and nasty ones either with no suction, but the ones you see on the television infomercials that can hold three bowling balls because their suction is so damn good.
Sarah sucks on me, then twirls her tongue around my tip like a pro. She’s by far the best blowjob giver I’ve ever had. Thank fuck!
She’s moving quicker, and I’m really starting to enjoy this. I moan slightly, and she moves faster on me. My hand glides to the back of her head, and she moans slightly, making her mouth vibrate on me again.
With her hand around my base, she moves slowly, and I look down, hoping she’s not stopping. Sarah takes me by surprise when she lowers her mouth further onto my massive, rock-hard cock. The feeling of her wet warmth sliding lower turns me on even more. The tip of my cock is at the back of her throat, and I’m breathing heavily as it starts to slide down the back of her tight throat.