After the boys leave us, my husband takes me into his arms and kisses me. “How are my girls?”
Our new baby is a girl. “Great,” I say, lingering in his arms as we walk toward the house.
David gazes at the yard where the kids are playing and gives me another peck on my head. “I’m so proud of us, wife.”
“Me too, husband!”
“And I need to be inside your pot now, baby,” his voice suddenly becomes husky.
I shudder. “Now? I don’t think there’s room for more seed. Our baby girl…”
“There’s always room,” he says with a growl and shoves me into the door and drags me all the way to the laundry room.
“Here?” I ask.
“Yes, baby,” he says. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you here and you know the reason.”
I smirk. It’s the place where I let him see me the first time and where he finally became honest with his desire for me.
“Of course, David,” I say as I strip like I did five years ago. “Make sure you close the door.”
“Don’t worry, they can’t hear us,” he says, standing behind me and cupping my breasts with his large hands.
I let out a whimper and get ready for the thrill, knowing this is just one of the many pleasure rides he’ll take me with him for the rest of the day.
