As I searched my newly-renovated walk-in closet for something to wear, I twirled around in excitement, something that had become a bit of a routine for me. After all, I was living my very own fairytale. The Pritchett House was the most stunning house in town, with rich architecture and history, and it was all mine. It had a grand foyer and plenty of extra bedrooms for future children and guests and even majestic, old-fashioned bathrooms. The stud who owned it wasn’t too shabby either.
“Hey, sexy,” Jesse said, grabbing me from behind. He slipped my nightshirt off and planted kisses up and down my neck and breasts. With nothing but my panties on, I ran my hands up his arms, stopping at his newest tattoo edition, a silhouette of us on our wedding day. Besides his tattoo with my name, the one that had brought us back together, this one was my favorite. Of course, I was a bit biased, but I loved that he was marked as mine.
Jesse ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me closer to him. In one swift motion, he moved his hips and made his way onto the floor, drawing me down with him. Our tongues danced together as we rolled around the carpeted closet. “Babe,” I said, laughing. “We’re going to be late for work!”
“I don’t care,” he said, moving his lips from mine, down along the arch of my neck back toward my breasts.
I sighed and pushed my chest forward, eagerly waiting for his mouth. When his lips wrapped around my nipples, I bit my lip in pleasure. The sensation of his tongue running circles around my sensitive nipples was overwhelming. I couldn’t believe this was my life, this was my man, and that he would be for the rest of my life.
I let him tilt me back so that I was lying on the ground, and as he continued to caress my nipples with his tongue, I wrapped my legs around him tightly.
He freed himself and continued kissing my nipples. Then his mouth started to move down, over my belly and navel, until it reached the edge of my panties. I closed my eyes and held my breath in anticipation.
First, he let his tongue run along the outside fabric of my panties. He licked right over the soft, tender lips of my pussy and through the panties, it felt amazing. Then, his tongue began to press in under the panties from the side. When I felt it on my pussy I squirmed in pleasure. I arched my back to lift my butt off the floor and let him pull my panties down over my ankles. Now that I was free, he wasted no time getting back to work on my soaking pussy.
He kissed my pussy as if it was my mouth, his tongue sliding into it so deeply that it felt just like his cock. He thrust his tongue in and out of me, and I grabbed his head and wrapped my fingers in his hair, pulling his face into my pussy so that he could fuck me even harder with his tongue. I thrust into his face in the same rhythmic motion that I would have if I was fucking his cock.
He continued thrusting his tongue deep into me, and when he sucked on my clit, I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried out in pleasure as a wave of orgasm rushed over me like a riptide.
Before my orgasm was even finished, he was up on top of me. I looked up into his eyes and shivered in pleasure at the thought that this was the man who would be fucking me like this forever.
I glanced down over his chest, over his abs, to where his enormous cock was pointing right at my pussy like a weapon.
“Fuck me, baby,” I whispered.
He gave me a quick, mischievous grin before sheathing that enormous cock right down into the depths of my body. I gasped out in ecstasy as he penetrated right to the very depths of my soul.
With each thrust into me, I cried out in pleasure as ecstasy surged through every atom of my body. He thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.
As his cock swelled to it’s maximum, he looked into my eyes with so much love that I couldn’t believe it. I felt a surge rush through his cock and then he was coming, pouring his cum so far into me that I knew I would truly be his forever and ever.
“I love you so much,” he said, even as his cum was still pouring into me. “I’ll love you forever.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer against me than I ever had before.
“I’m all yours, forever and ever,” I whispered in his ear.
“I know you are, babe. And I’m yours,” was his reply.
Parker Art Center was everything I ever could’ve dreamed of and more. It had been over a year since our grand opening and we were still having new students start each week. I pulled the door open to what had become my second home and walked inside. “Good morning, Mrs. Parker,” one of the children, an adorable four-year-old named Charlie, said. He was surrounded by a group of maybe a dozen other students who were there for camp and classes. Every single day the students greeted me, and every single day it warmed my heart.
“Where’s Mr. Parker?” one of the others asked.
“He’ll be in soon,” I said, bending down to their eye level with a smile. “He’s bringing a special surprise for everyone. Remember what day it is?”
“Tuesday!” they all chirped.
The “oohs” and “ahs” reaffirmed for me that Jesse’s idea for “Treat Day Tuesdays” was a good one, especially in late summer when our day camp was still going on. This week, he was bringing in donut holes, a sure favorite amongst the campers. I’d had a partner in life and business for over a year, and, some days, I still couldn’t quite get over how great things had turned out.
When I took my position at the front desk, I found a pearl white envelope with my name written on it. Even with the addition of some cursive letters, I recognized the handwriting as Jesse’s. I grabbed a letter opener from one of the desk drawers and broke the envelope in half. If whatever he had to say was half as good as all the letters he’d written me while he was busy pining for me, I knew it would make our anniversary all the more special.
Dearest Roni,
Even though we share a house and workplace, I still believe that old-fashioned letters never get old, so I wanted to write this letter to remind you how much you mean to me. I’m so thankful that we get to live our lives together. We’ve been on a crazy ride to get here, but I think that makes it even more worth the while.
It feels like just yesterday we were running around the high school trying not to get caught kissing, or trying as many desserts as our stomachs could handle at the diner. We’ve come so far since then, and I know that we have so much more to experience together.
Thank you for being the best wife I could ever imagine, and for always being so calm, patient, and loving. Oh yeah… I can’t forget gorgeous, hot, and sexy. This past year has been the best year of my life and I can’t wait to celebrate many, many more anniversaries together.
I’ve made us a reservation for Cucina Ricci at six o’clock tonight. There are three new dresses waiting for you in your closet, so pick whichever one you like best.
Love always,
Your lucky husband
I looked around to make no one saw me blushing. I still couldn’t believe what a wonderful man I had landed. I was living the dream, and nothing could change that. Jesse came into the studio and dispersed the donut holes to the group of excited, hungry children.
“Where you off to, sexy?” I asked when it was just the two of us. “I loved your letter.”
Jesse grinned. “I’m glad. And I can’t believe you forgot that it’s the first session of my tattoo art class.”
“I didn’t.” I offered up a playful smirk. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t, either.” Jesse gave me a quick kiss and walked into the classroom he’d reserved for the first class of its kind within a driving distance of Linfield.
When we decided to renew our lease on the gorgeous property Jesse had found, it had been under the condition that he added something to the schedule that was for him. Jesse had sacrificed so much to make my dreams come true, so I wanted him to have the same chance. In collaboration with Jesse’s tattoo shop, we’d come up with the idea to start a class for beginner tattoo artists and other area residents who wanted to learn about the art of tattooing and creating tattoo
designs.
It was kind of brilliant, actually. The first session had sold out within a day of registration opening, and we’d had to add a second session to keep up with the demand. Now, our clientele ranged from adorable three-year-old kids coming for day camp, to big, burly tattooed fifty-somethings looking to learn about designing tattoos. It was nothing like I expected but also completely amazing.
I watched with amusement as a parade of interesting characters walked in, each with at least half a dozen tattoos on their bodies. Looking down at my wrist, I was glad to finally have a tattoo that meant something. Jesse’s name was written in a mixture of block and regular print that I’d surprised him with on our wedding day.
When all of the classes were finally in session, I soaked in the silence that filled the air of the foyer. As I picked up crumbs some of the students had dropped on the floor, a redheaded woman walked through the front door, with a young child holding her hand and an infant strapped to her chest. “Welcome to Parker Art Center,” I said. “What can I do for you?”
“I’m hoping to get some more information on art classes for my little Jackson, here,” the woman said.
“Sure! How old is he?”
“He’ll be six next week.”
I offered up a polite grin. That was a great age, especially for the purposes of art class. What I really wanted to do was sit the woman down and go on a thirty-minute rant about how I’d been the same age when I started art classes and it had changed my life. Instead, I led the woman to my private office in the back and sat down with her while one of my teaching assistants took the older of her two children to do a small art project. It was our way of making sure the parent had a chance to think while the child got a taste of what was to come in art class.
I explained our course offerings, all of which I put together myself with Jesse’s help, to the mother with great pride. “I know the choices can be a bit overwhelming at first,” I said. “We don’t need to rush to sign him up if you need some time to look them over.”
“No, no. This really seems to be a fabulous place. I just want to make sure Jackson gets a taste of everything.”
I thought for a moment. “Is there any area of art he has shown a particular interest in?”
“He really loves painting and working with clay,” she replied. “The art teacher at his kindergarten even says that Jackson is one of the most meticulous painters she’s ever seen at his age. While all of his classmates are carelessly mixing the colors, he takes his time and pays attention to the details.”
“Sounds a lot like me as a kid!”
“And what would the child version of you choose to take as a class?” She asked it not in a way that was rude or condescending, but in a way that said that she really valued my opinion.
With an assuring smile, I said, “I think the six-year-old Artrageous Amazement class would be just perfect for him. The kids do painting, and modeling clay, and paper crafts. I actually have a new group starting next week if you’re interested.”
“That sounds great.”
“Your first class will be free, and we can set you up on a payment plan once we’re sure it’s a good fit.”
The woman threw her fists in the air. “Fabulous!”
“If you’ll follow me up to the front desk, I can get you started on the paperwork.” I couldn’t help but stare at the adorable cooing baby in front of me. “How old is he?”
“He just turned four months yesterday,” she said. She placed her hand on my growing stomach. “How about you?”
“I’m due at the end of next month,” I said with a smile.
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