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She smiles. “Thank you, Huddy,” she says, fully aware than not more than thirty seconds after I told her no, I’m already taking my cock out.
I brace my hands on my knees, because I know my hands aren't doing any rubbing. I know why I’m here. With my hard cock sticking out of my jeans, I lean back, sinking my hands into the coffee table. A lot of good memories on this thing. This table has been drenched in her cum, I’ve had her on her knees and on her back. Hell, the last time I took her ass was over this table while she cried and shook for me.
She jumps up, returning a moment later with freshly washed feet, made warm by the water. She brings them to my cock, using her toes to tease my crown, moving them in unison along my shaft.
“I’m too pregnant,” she breathes, her gaze locked on my cock. “Thrust,” she begs. “Please, Huddy, please,” she whimpers, begging me to fuck her feet.
This woman wants me to fuck every fucking part of her. She wants to feel the hot spray of my semen on her flesh in as many places as she humanly can—her words, not mine.
I thrust my hips and watch my fat cock slip between her petite feet, her pink toenails making me groan. I look at her bare tits, and the way she cups them, moving her tongue along her hard nipple.
She may be controlling me, but I know what she wants, and because I love her fiercely, I tease her with it.
“Tell me again, Dolly, about the red toothbrush,” I groan, my cock thickening at the mention of my favorite thing.
She came clean to me about all of the things she did. And sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly greedy, I ask her to repeat those things to me. Knowing that she was sneaking around, licking my mugs and smelling my cum, sucking my toothbrush and wearing my clothes? Goddamn, that's sexyas fuck, no denying it. I love the toothbrush thing the most, and I don’t care what that says about me.
“Huddy,” she pouts as I slow my hips from thrusting off the table. “I need you to come, please. I need your cum.” She nearly shakes as she says it.
“Tell me, mama,” I command softly as I give her another inch, thrusting my cock between her velvety soft bare feet.
She swallows thickly, rubbing her breasts as her vision hones in on my cock. “I sucked them, and on the days where you’d casually touch me or say something nice, I’d come home and fuck myself with the handle, and rub the bristles along my clit, pretending it was you fingering and eating me out.”
For that sexy admission, she is rewarded. “Sexy little mama,” I praise, “what a good girl you were, loving me so patiently.” I thrust through her feet, making her gasp, and she tightens her hold on my shaft, causing my orgasm to tear free.
My slit widens and the first rope flies up, dropping down along her bare feet and toenails. I groan at the sight, because my cum on her skin drives me mad, the same as it does for her. Again and again, I thrust and come, painting her calves and feet, the floor and the table, my jean-clad thighs even taking some of the load.
“Hmmm,” she sighs contentedly. “Thank you.”
I carefully move through the house into the laundry room, stripping out of my jeans. In high school, I got cum on everything when I discovered masturbation. But being married to Dolly, who is actually quite obsessed with my seed? I’m washing two loads of laundry a day.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I return to her, wiping her feet as she slips into an afternoon nap. Later on, she picks up Bear from school and they spend time at the creek before painting in the barn and making spaghetti together.
And when we’re snuggled into bed together, her bedtime ritual of sucking me all through, I stroke my fingers down her spine and tell her everything I want her to know on a daily basis.
“I love you. Thank you for being an incredible wife and mama.”
She nuzzles into me. “Thank you, I love you, you are my everything.”
I sleep better than I ever have with my wife in my arms, knowing the bond and loyalty between us is forever. That I don’t have her temporarily, but forever. I have all of her, and she has all of me and all my love.
Forever.
No take-backs.
epilogue
AND WITH MY BOLO TIE ON, TOO.
Hudson
About a year and a half later.
“What’s that, sweet thing?” I tap my earlobe, leaning in, her soft giggles curling against me.
Her cupped little hands collide with my face as she tips against me. “Ba-ba-da,” she babbles, still giggling. My cheeks burn with my voracious smile as I loop my arm around her waist and drag her into my lap.
