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Walt
Five Years Later
Iused to think my only purpose in life was to be a pillar of the military. An essential part of the framework. But that wasn’t true. I’ll always value my time as a general and my experiences as such. Post retirement is where I found my life’s deeper meaning, however.
Her. Coco. My wife.
The life we’ve created together out of thin air.
One day, I didn’t even know her. The next, she wrapped herself around my heart, adding warmth and passion to my bleak existence, turning me into the family man I never thought I could be. Turning me into a husband that would lie, cheat and steal for one minute alone with his wife. My perfect girl. My heartbeat.
My obsession.
I’m watching her right now from across the trampoline park. It’s our twins’ birthday. Charlie and Lisbeth turn four today. They are dark haired, doe eyed and adorable. They’re also fucking wild and Coco is chasing them right now, retrieving them from the concessions are where they appear to be stealing someone’s popcorn, and ushering them back toward the trampoline area. My wife has no idea that every man in the food court is watching her, pretending to check baseball scores on their phones when they are really zeroed in on the ass I ate for forty-five minutes this morning.
One of them appears to be getting up the courage to go speak to her.
That’s my cue.
I push off the wall and cross the loud trampoline park, approaching my wife from behind. Giving the leeches in the concession are a dark look, I slide an arm around her waist and haul her back against my chest. She doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. Blindfolded in the dark, our bodies would know each other—and she’s spent a lot of time like that. Hands bound behind her back, eyes covered, cheek to the ground, butt in the air.
Fuck.
What have I done throughout my life that allowed me the immense pleasure of her?
She turns in my arms now and her eyes sparkle up at me. She winds her arms around my neck, boosting herself up on her toes to give me a teasing kiss. “Hi, Daddy,” she whispers, twirling the hair at the nape of my neck. “Miss you.” A purr vibrates through her when she feels my cock stiffen against her belly. “My strategy is to tire them out today so we can have tonight all to ourselves. I bought some oil.” She glances around to make sure no one is within earshot, then says, “I’m going to let you coerce me out of my clothes and rub the oil all over me and pretend I don’t know why.” She drags a single finger down the center of my chest. “And when I realize what’s happening, I’ll try and escape, but…you won’t let me.” Her eyelids flutter, her tits rising and falling with quickening breaths. “And I’ll be so slippery, all you’ll have to do is shove yourself in and take what you want. I’ll whine about how big you are, but you won’t care. You’ll just choke me, because that’s what happens to mouthy little girls—”
“That’s enough,” I growl, winding my fist in her hair, dick hard as a rock. “Stop teasing me before I drag you to the closest bathroom and paddle your little tush with the back of my hand.”
“Oh, we can do better than that,” she murmurs, twisting side to side against me. I’m about to ask what she means when she drops her arms from around my neck, intertwining the fingers of her right hand with mine. She leans to the side, looking at something over my shoulder and calls, “Wanda! Can you keep an eye on the party—especially the twins? We have to go settle the bill.”
Without turning around, I can sense my granddaughter’s skepticism. It’s warranted. We’ve never been able to keep our hands off each other. Especially when I’ve been traveling for a speaking engagement or Coco has been busy in her new career as a child psychologist. Sometimes we’re so desperate to see and touch each other after a few days apart, she meets me at an airport hotel so I can get inside of her faster.
“No problem!” Wanda sing-songs. “Me and dad have got this.”
A smile stretches my wife’s gorgeous mouth and my heart constricts at the same time. After the way my relationship started with Coco, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get another shot at being close with my son and granddaughter. But my wife is a miracle, so I should have known anything is possible. Coco held family get-togethers until we all got comfortable with the arrangement. Now my son even flies to New York to attend Yankees games with me. Wanda and I have started emailing on a regular basis. I have my family now. I have the kind of marriage that men dream about. We’re supportive of each other. We communicate about everything.
And she fucks like a filthy goddamn fantasy.
As soon as our bedroom door closes, she’s trying to get my cock into her mouth. This morning, she crawled into the shower on her hands and knees, not a stitch of clothing on, and deepthroated me until I was cross-eyed.
Christ. I spend every day of my life convinced I’m dreaming.
But I’m not. She’s real and she’s all mine. I’m all hers, too. Wrapped around her pinky finger and savoring every second of it.
“Come on,” she says quietly, pulling me across the trampoline park, through throngs of parents and adults, giving me an excited look over her shoulder when we reach a door. She does a quick scan of the room and pulls me inside a smaller, dimly lit room, closing the door behind us. Brow furrowed, I take in the space and realize we’ve entered a private bounce room. There are a few scattered tables and chairs situated around one elevated trampoline. “Follow me.”
“I’d follow you anywhere. A snake pit, the mall on a Saturday…”
Giggling, she pushes me down into a chair facing the trampoline. As I salivate, she undoes the top two buttons of her dress, dragging her fingernails through my hair and bringing my head forward so I lick her tits through the soft material. So I can delve my tongue down into the valley of her tits, groaning at the smooth swells, the seductive scent of her. The way her nipples stiffen over the movements of my tongue, mouth and teeth.
“You going to sit down on this dick and ride it, angel baby?”
“Mmmhmm. After.”
“After what?” I manage, my voice sounding like stones grinding together.
