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It was a belated honeymoon, since both Varg and I had been preoccupied with other matters. Getting married, having our child, getting Theo residency so he could stay with me and never leave again.
Then, of course, there were our jobs. One of the advantages to being married to another creative-type person was the understanding what it required. Theo took care of Wolfgang at home as I started work at the Pops.
Most of the time, I could bring Wolfie with me. The only slight hiccup were actual live performances, when I needed all my faculties about me. In such situations, there was Theo, or my parents, or Ashe, Stephanie or Holly Jones down at the Suspicious Activity offices. That was officially Theo’s employer since his spectacular performance at Summerfest.
Less of a business, Suspicious Activity struck me more as a found family and haven for those who loved music. It was clear early on that Wolfie was going to have more family than he would know what to do with.
There was one branch however that he had yet to explore, an injustice that could not be allowed to stand. So, the following July, Theo’s debut album having gone through post-production and with the Pops on a break for the month, we flew to the Netherlands to introduce Wolfie to the other side of his family.
“Welcome,” Mrs. Vermeer greeted us at the door.
We all hugged our hellos, the grandparents fawning over their new grandson before heading in from the heat.
Someone said something but I couldn’t make out a word of it.
“English,” Theo said, admonishing his sister for speaking in Dutch.
“Sorry,” Petra said. “I was just saying how excited we are to be meeting you, but I was so excited I forgot what language I was speaking in.”
“It’s fine,” I said, not wanting to be rude. “It’s nice to meet you too!”
I generally liked to know what was going on but didn’t expect them to always speak English around me. I was in the Netherlands, after all. I should expect to hear some Dutch.
The last thing I wanted was to be one of those obnoxious American stereotypes. The closest I ever got was when I discovered that Tarantino was right and that they did, in fact, put mayo on French fries in the Netherlands.
Much as with Flemish painting and Warren Zevon, I found I actually quite liked them that way after I gave it a try.
With our hearts warm and bellies full, Theo and I left Wolfie with his Dutch relations and went to the honeymoon suite he’d booked for us at a snazzy hotel. We checked in at lightning speed and nearly raced each other up the stairs.
A bit of a traditionalist, at least in some ways, Theo insisted on carrying me across the threshold, when all I really wanted him to do was go through a different entrance.
It was crazy how my sex drive had kicked into high gear. Years of nothing and then bang, I couldn’t get enough. Maybe I really did just need to meet the right guy and was making up for lost time.
The room was beautiful, combining old world class with modern touches. There was even a bottle of champagne on ice by the bed. It would have to wait until we could take a drink from it, though. At that exact moment, we had more urgent business to attend to.
I’d worn a dress for the first time in a while. A shirt, breezy, summery thing, gifted to me by Ashe, long before I would consider wearing such a thing.
At that moment, I was beyond such inhibitions. Besides which, I didn’t want anything between Theo and me that wasn’t strictly necessary. I wasn’t even wearing a bra, despite what the pregnancy had done for my breasts, which weren’t exactly itty-bitty to start with.
I dropped my dress like a towel as soon as Theo got me to the bed, and my panties followed soon after. Then there was only Theo to get naked before we could get down to it.
He was already quite hard, his cock almost jumping at me as I lowered his shorts free. Unable to resist the delicious scent, I took right to it, going down as far as I dared, sucking as though it was the most delicious candy I’d ever tasted. It honestly did compare rather favorably to most that I’d had. I loved to suck my husband’s cock.
“Fuck yeah, Becca,” Theo said, clearly loving it as much as I did. “My cock is so hard in your mouth. You’re going to drain it of everything.”
Getting my hands involved, one massaging his balls while the other stroked his shaft, I worked my love to an explosive orgasm, taking the brunt of it in my mouth. Then it was my turn to be pleasured.
Putting me up onto the bed, Theo dropped to his knees and set off exploring all around my wet and ready pussy. There wasn’t a single spot down there that his tongue didn’t touch at least once.
