Playdates.
Once upon a time, the idea of being around for children to play together would have made me snort. I would’ve been too scared to open myself up to my emotions or to let myself feel those sorts of feelings, and I never would have let myself want something like that.
The children were asleep in their car seats about ten seconds after they were buckled in, and I shook my head, a wry smile on my lips. I knew very well they would be awake the moment we got back home, and it was going to be hell to get them to go back to sleep.
I was half right. Or maybe one-third right.
The twins slept right through, which was a relatively new thing and one both Kaye and I were pretty ecstatic about. They curled around each other in the one crib—they refused to sleep apart—completely out, and I heaved a sigh of relief.
Too soon.
Sophie had gotten just enough sleep in the car to take her back to the cranky phase, and when Kaye tried to tuck her into her bed, she sat right up, pushing the blankets up.
“Thirsty,” she announced, and I tried not to roll my eyes. I was smiling at the same time, though. She had no idea how transparent she was or how easily we could see through her little act.
The name of the game was ‘stay up as long as possible and drive your parents insane.’ Sometimes she won and sometimes we did.
I was pretty determined on this particular evening, though. It was quite late and I wanted to bundle my pretty wife off to bed with almost indecent haste.
Still, little Sophie had a will of iron, sort of like her mother. And a little bit like me, I suppose. I had learned early on it wouldn’t do to go head-to-head with her—that would just work her up and we’d be up all night, listening to her scream.
I wasn’t going to let her wake the twins up. It just wasn’t going to happen. So we compromised, at least a little, and while Kaye got her the requested cup of water, after making her ask nicely for it, I settled down on her little bed and got out her favorite story, Goodnight Moon, reading it to her as she solemnly sipped her water.
Just as I had known would happen, her eyes soon started to droop. Kaye sat nearby, and buoyed up by the love of both of her parents as well as her favorite story, her eyelids started to close.
After three years of this, though, I was no beginner. I knew better than to stop reading until she was completely out, or she would be up for hours. A few more pages and she was completely out, breathing softly, very soundly asleep.
Kaye and I gave each other triumphant smiles, then very, very cautiously sneaked out of the bedroom. Kaye checked on the twins, and as she did, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and, yes, it had to be said, I groped her just a little bit. I cupped her full breast in my palm, stroking over the sweet curve of it.
“Mmm, David,” Kaye murmured, her eyes flashing warmly at me, though she made sure to speak quietly. As soon as she’d verified that our twins were fine, though, she shut the door firmly, turned to me, and gave me a scorching, heated kiss, her arms wrapping around me.
I pushed her against the wall, groaning at how hot and pliant in my arms she was—how willing she was to let me molest her. My hips sought hers out as I showed her just how aroused I was, rubbing my erection on her so she knew in no uncertain terms what I wanted.
How we made it to the bedroom, I had no idea. With her rubbing up against me, it was a wonder I didn’t pin her to the wall, heft her up, and take her right there. The fact that our daughter didn’t always manage to stay in her room all night, however, was a good deterrent. Sophie really didn’t need to see something like that.
With the door safely shut, however, it seemed safe enough. I picked my wife up, and she filled my arms just as delightfully as she always had, warm, curvy, and smelling like sex and Kaye and mine. Without hesitation, I brought her over to the bed, and she wrapped her arms around me and clung to me, drawing me down onto the bed with her.
It was heaven to lie with her, our legs tangled together, as we stripped each other of all the fancy clothing we had donned for the wedding. It was complete perfection to reveal each inch of her lovely body and stroke over it, following each brush of my fingers with a kiss. I pushed her onto her back, my lips finding the hard, little nub of a nipple and wrapping around it to suckle firmly, loving the way it made her arch her back toward my touch.
“David,” she moaned, which only encouraged me. I repeated my treatment on her other nipple, enjoying how she laid back and accepted it.
Often, she seemed to think she needed to be touching me too for me to get off on it. I hardly minded being touched by her, of course, but sometimes all I wanted was to make her feel good. It seemed she was willing to let me that night.
I intended to take full advantage. So while she moaned and pressed up against me, I kissed down her chest, over her rib cage, down her stomach, and lower. Her warm, musky, feminine scent filled me as I breathed deep, and I was soon buried between her legs, crouched between them, running my tongue over the hardened, slick nub of her clit.
From the first moment I tasted her, I’d become addicted. She was incredible, and her noises were, if anything, hotter and sexier now than they were the first time, when she’d still been a little bit inhibited. I slid my tongue between her slick lips, separating them before starting to suck on her clit.
“Oh, God, David,” she moaned, and I smiled a little. She had to keep it down a little, of course, because the kids were sleeping, or at least we hoped they were, but those beautiful noises were totally audible to me and that was all I cared about.
My fingers caressed over the smooth, soft skin of her hips, then I pinned her down, hands gripping those well-rounded hips of hers. She still liked it when I got a little bit possessive—just a tiny bit kinky—with her, and it was a normal part of our sex life.
“Oh, God, David,” she whispered. “God, don’t stop. It’s so good.” Her hips rose and fell, as though she had a cock deep inside of herself and she was fucking herself on it.
I fell into a rhythm, my tongue tracing shapes over her swollen, sensitive clit, but I should have known it couldn’t last. Kaye was a giver, and she was soon squirming around, shifting her beautiful body so her pretty lips were right by my straining erection.
Having her right there reminded me of what I had been missing. I’d gotten so wrapped up in pleasuring her, but my body was screaming its own arousal at me. When I paid attention to it, it was overwhelming.
So when she wrapped her mouth around me and started to work my erection between her lips, there was no way I was going to be able to make myself want to stop her. I moaned and rolled onto my back, letting her get on top of me so we could go down on each other at the same time.
Kaye was so impossibly beautiful, and I loved being buried deep inside of her. I could wait for it, though, because I also loved being linked with her in this way, giving her pleasure with my mouth as she did the same to me.
The way she moaned around me sent vibrations through my cock, making it throb, leak, and ache in her mouth. I worked on her more determinedly, because the way she was sucking me, it wasn’t going to be long until I was coming and I needed to make her come with me.
As always, the way the heat built between us was utterly irresistible, and I moaned as I pushed my cock gently between her lips. As much as I tried to hold back, I knew it was going to happen. There was no way I could resist the pleasure, and from the way she was moaning, rocking her hips, and grinding her most sensitive areas against my lips, she wasn’t far off either.
So I let it happen. I let the pleasure coil through me until it exploded and I filled her mouth with my fluids. At almost the exact same time, her body tensed and I felt her convulse as she cried out around my twitching cock, then relaxed abruptly.
All I would need was a few minutes to recover and I could go again. I had never been that way with any other woman, but with her, it was the truth. So I panted and pulled myself together, and in the moment of silence that followed, we both heard something tha
t made us scramble off of each other and under the covers.
Tiny little footsteps approached our door, and I was just thankful we had closed it. But we never locked it, because Kaye, always cautious, was worried about it being a fire risk. It being closed gave us both a few precious seconds to adjust ourselves, and with the thoughts I’d been having of continuing, I definitely needed the time.
“Mommy? Daddy?” Sophia’s little voice came, and despite my irritation with her, I couldn’t help but be touched, as always, when I heard her speak that word. Daddy. It was a special title, and it always reminded me just how lucky I was.
Not that she was off the hook. It was far too late for her to be wandering around the house.
“What is it?” Kaye asked with a mixture of concern and displeasure that told our child she was loved, but also that it was not okay for her to wander through the halls of our house after midnight.
“I had a scary dream,” Sophia whispered, and her little body was shaking. I could tell she wasn’t faking it, though she, like most kids, did enjoy staying up as late as she could manage.
Leaning out of the bed, I found my pants, then discreetly slipped them on.
“I’ll take her back to bed,” I murmured, and maybe then we could continue what we’d started. I knew how it was with me and Kaye, and once we got started, we could both go hours. It was just one of many ways in which we matched each other perfectly.
It only took me about ten minutes to get my little girl settled into bed, but by the time I came back, Kaye was completely passed out, her hair spread over the pillow, her lips parted, and her gentle breathing.
Oh well. I had been hoping for more action, but now that I looked at her, she did look awfully comfortable, and it was so late. I lay down and was out within seconds, only lasting long enough to wrap my arms around my beautiful wife and hold her close.
Kaye
When I woke up in the morning and remembered the events of the night before, I couldn’t help but feel pretty badly about it. I knew David had been hoping for more fun, and honestly, I had been right there with him.
However, with the emotion of my best friend finally getting married, and then the long party and taking care of the kids, I had been worn out. I honestly hadn’t intended to fall asleep, but somehow, it had happened anyway.
So when I woke, I was especially careful not to wake my sleeping husband up. I got out of bed, called in a few favors, and soon had the children taken care of for the morning.
The wedding the day before had made me feel sort of romantic and very lucky to have my own amazing husband. We’d been through so much, but we’d made it through stronger than ever, and I wanted to show him I appreciated him, because each and every day, he made me feel appreciated.
So I did something that I didn’t usually have time for. I made David breakfast in bed, then changed into some sexy lingerie, which I never had any time to wear anymore, before finally settling down onto the bed and waking him up.
I knew I looked good, with my breasts still full and round from my pregnancy with the twins and displayed to good advantage by the red teddy I wore. I wore my hair down, letting it fall heavily over my back and shoulders, and when I shook him gently awake, his eyes settled on me with appreciation.
“Mmm, that’s not a bad way to wake up,” he commented, and then his eyes fell on the breakfast I’d made him and they lit up with delight. “Hey. I think I’m in love with you. Want to get married?”
I laughed, pleased to see him in such a good mood. I knew it was something he didn’t show to just anyone. He tended to come off as a bit brooding and serious, but he had quite the sense of humor when he trusted someone.
He’d softened quite a bit, too, since becoming a father, and it was all in a good way. I’d been in love with him for years, since even before Sophie was born, but he’d changed in that time quite a bit.
I loved him now more than ever, though, and it felt like every day I just fell in love with him more. Each moment I thought I must have reached the top level of loving him, but the next moment I proved myself wrong by loving him more.
With how independent I’d always tried to be, it was still sometimes a bit strange for me, but I had never—not even once—regretted staying with him after everything had come out between us.
Smiling, I settled into bed beside him and we started to eat breakfast together.
“Where are the kids?” he finally thought to ask, and I smirked a little bit at him. Sex was never far from his mind, but to be fair, it wasn’t exactly something I tended to avoid thinking about either. “I keep expecting Sophie to show up, summoned by the food.”
I laughed softly, because it was accurate. It seemed like our lovely daughter only wanted to belong to someone else, and as soon as either of us fixed a treat for ourselves, she would be right there.
“Hmm, Mr. Black,” I purred, deliberately flirtatious. “Is there a reason you want to know where the kids are? Like do you, perhaps, have intentions which aren’t entirely honorable toward their mother?”
Shooting him a broad wink to let him know I was joking, though I knew he already knew it, I finished my breakfast and snuggled close to him, my head on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart.
I heard the rumble of his laughter in his chest, too, and felt the flex of his muscles as he moved the breakfast things aside, off of himself. I wasn’t entirely surprised when he pulled me onto his lap instead.
“I’m your husband,” he murmured, his hands resting on the curve of my hips as he pulled me closer to him. “I assure you, everything I want to do to you is completely honorable, because you’re my wife.”
The rapport between us was so easy. After so many years together we knew each other so well, and I laughed softly as I rested my forehead against his and looked into his beautiful, dark eyes.
They had looked so mysterious to me once. Not anymore. I saw the warmth, the love, and the smoldering arousal that was ready to burst into full flame with the slightest provocation. Those eyes were beautiful, yes, but not enigmatic. Not anymore.
“So, seriously, Kaye, where are they? I need to know how loud we can be,” he murmured, and I grinned at him. Honestly, I’d been hoping for just this reaction, and I teased him just a little bit more.
“Why, Mr. Black!” I pretended to be shocked, though we both knew I wasn’t. His desire didn’t shock me. It more thrilled me than anything else.
“Damn it, woman,” he growled as he slapped me lightly on the ass, just enough to sting a little bit—not too loudly or too hard. “Tell me where our children are so I know how much I can make you scream.”
The tiny little bit of pain from that spanking was enough to make me squirm with delight. It had been awhile since he’d gotten a little bit rough with me, though we added some light kink to our sex life from time to time. It seemed he was in the mood to make it happen, and I felt myself grow wet and ready just from the thought.
“The kids are gone. They’re on a playdate,” I assured him, my voice strange and breathless. The vibrations of that spanking, as brief and light as it had been, were enough to make me ache for him.
“Good,” he whispered, and then he suddenly pushed me off of him and onto the bed. Without hesitation, he pinned me down onto it, gathering both of my wrists into one of his big hands and holding me tightly as he slipped on top of me.
Part of me wanted, more than anything else, for him to just slip inside of me and take me right then and there. I knew I would love it. I knew he would make it good. My body clenched, wanting to be connected to him.
When I saw the devilish glint in his eye, though, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I wasn’t going to get what I wanted so easily. He was in a playful mood, and I was in for a bit of a rough time.
“Do you remember our safeword?” he asked, and it was then I knew for sure. This was going to go beyond just holding me down as he took me, and I clenched my legs together tightly, moaning as I thought about all the things he might do
to me.
It had been too long.
“I remember,” I whispered, and he kissed me again, but this time, it was slow and thorough. It was still deeply intense, though, and by the time he pulled away again, my whole body was tingling, then pulsing, with the burn of desire.
“Good. Roll over,” he murmured, and I smirked to myself as he let me up. I should tease him, I thought, but I couldn’t do it. Something about the tone of his voice, which had changed, getting darker and more dominant, made it impossible for me to deny him in any way.
So I rolled over, baring my back and my ass to him. Vulnerable, I tried to look over my shoulder, only for him to bring out a soft, black strip of cloth to tie over my eyes. Soon, my sight was completely cut off and the feeling of intense vulnerability increased.
He had only robbed me of my eyesight once before, almost five years ago. At the time, Brent had been there, too, and it had been during the time in which David had still been trying to convince himself he could resist falling in love with me in order to get all of my money.
Remembering that time, I had to think I was in for even more of an intense experience than I had thought.
Maybe it should have been scary, given how things had been the last time we’d done something like this. It was only in that moment I realized just how much I did trust my husband and how thoroughly he had been forgiven, because it didn’t freak me out at all.
I loved him, yes, but then, I’d loved him all along. I also trusted him. I had known my trust was growing back, but I hadn’t realized just how fully I would put myself in his hands until that moment.
He was waiting for me to make some reaction, I realized, before he did anything else. He, too, had to know what he was doing and he must have memories of his own. David, the sweetheart, just wanted to make sure I was comfortable before he would feel good about continuing on with anything else.
As the moments stretched on, I became more convinced I was right. David touched me, but only lightly, his fingertips caressing over the smooth, sensitive skin of my ass, and I thought he would wait forever for me to make some sort of sign indicating whether he should stop or continue.
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