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A chill skates down my spine as I approach the gate, gravel crunching under the soles of my shoes. I shove my quickly dampening hair back from my face as I peer over the hedge, a sigh pushing its way up.

In the center of the back garden, my wife sits in the wet grass surrounded by beauty and carefully controlled mayhem.

“Stop creeping, big guy, and join me,” she calls without bothering to look.

“Don’t want to interrupt whatever you’ve got going on here.” I push through the gate making sure to secure it behind me, and stalk across the yard.

It took some time, some strategic planning, but it’s almost an exact replica of the yard Jess loved so much at the bungalow. We tried to go back. But even with professional cleaners, pest control, wildlife control, and ridiculous budget to refurbish and redecorate, Jess had nightmares.

She faced her greatest fear, slayed her own fucking serpents, and did it all bravely. She needed a safe place, a home that she felt comfortable in. And as perfect as the cozy space was for the three of us, we would’ve outgrown it before long anyway.

So I replicated it. Built her bungalow out here in the country with the cozy kitchen, the vintage feel, the warm personal touches, but on a much grander scale. It could’ve been bigger, but I had no idea at the time that if we merely breathed the same air there would be another little Yore in the works.

But here we are, up an additional three and a half—more like three-point-seven-five—people.

I crouch down next to Jess and tilt her face to me. I brush her lips with mine, licking at the seam until she opens to me. She tastes like raindrops and perfection.

“Where are the babies?” I ask against her mouth, dropping my knee to the ground so I can get closer.

“Your suit,” she mumbles, reaching for my knee and missing by a decidedly heavy dick length. The moan that comes as she trails her fingers along my shaft is worth my dry-cleaning bill.

I would love nothing more than to lay her out on the wet grass and fuck her in the rain. But that’s basically what got us here.

“The girls, Jess. Where are they?” I press.

She slides her hands up my thighs and gets to work on my belt. “Chantal picked them up for dinner at the estate.” A button pops off and flies into the grass somewhere to my left and Jess impatiently shoves my trousers and briefs out of her way.

“We planning on being late, or is this a quick one?” I gather her dress in my hands and pull it up over her belly. Her tits spill out of her bra, and I bite the swell of one while pinching the peaked nipple of the other.

“Late.” She fists my cock and licks me, tracing the thick vein on the underside of my shaft before wrapping her lips around the head.

The air leaves my lungs in a groan, and I gather her long black tresses into my fist at the back of her head as she swallows my dick. No finesse. No lead up or tease. “Christ, looking at you with your mouth full. Is your pretty pussy jealous?”

She nods, but only just. Rain drops dance and dangle from her long black lashes as she stares up at me, her lips stretched wide.

I use her hair to hold her head still as I thrust slowly in and out of her mouth and when I pull free of her lips, she moans her protest. I kick my feet out and drag her into my lap, her legs on either side of my hips.

Jess rises up on her knees and takes me in one torturously beautiful go. I have the best view of my beautiful wife, riding my dick, fucking me, loving me. She plumps her tits while I caress her round belly, thrusting into her until we both come undone.

Dreams do come true.

It takes us longer to get cleaned up and changed for dinner than it did for either of us to come. Not a point of pride for me, but the moment was a stolen one, and I’ll gladly make it up to her later.

We take her vehicle to the estate, enjoying the unhurried conversation that we only have after the kids are asleep or before they wake. I scowl at Teague’s Range Rover sitting in the spot closest to the door and maneuver us so Jess has the least distance to cover that I can manage.

“Don’t trust me to mount the steps on my own?” she says as I guide her up the stairs with a hand at her back and one cupping her elbow.

“You mounted me just fine earlier and I trust you with everything dear to me. But, petite lapine, you’re the most precious, and I can’t stand the thought of you stumbling.”

The door swings open as though Garrick has been standing watch. “Good evening, sir. Madam.” He does a little bow and sweeps his arm for us to enter. “Everyone is gathered in the great room.” As they generally are on nights such as this.

“Thanks, Garrick. Are you joining us tonight?” Jess asks, knowing the answer isn’t the one she wants.

“I’ll be in shortly with refreshments.”

She tries again to coax him to clock out for the evening, getting shut down the same way she does every time.

“One of these fucking days, I’m going to get you a drink and serve you dinner. Make you put your feet up.”