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Now that the business is legitimate, life is so much easier. And my amazing wife has only gotten better with age, somehow becoming even more beautiful than she already was each and every time she carries one of our children. Not a small bar to hurdle considering she was already the most beautiful in the world the day I met her.
I tell her exactly this over and over again, adding that she’s at her absolute sexiest when she’s pregnant with my child…correction, our child. The rounder her belly gets the harder it is to keep my hands off her.
Lucky for me she her already high sex drive goes vertical whenever she’s pregnant, so our sex is stays smoking hot, off the charts, for the duration of the time she’s with child.
When she’s in bed with me and her smooth skin slides against me, all I can think about are her full breasts, which she’s managed to wrap around my cock more than once since our first child. And her ass has just become even fuller and sexier so in those rare moments when she’s not pregnant I can really let loose and worship the hell out of her body, before not having to hold back as I let it rip doggy style. She can finally, almost, take the savage beast that I am whenever she strips out of her clothes. I tell her to eat more, stop worrying about losing the baby fat, because I’m afraid to hurt her. My new tactic is to keep her pregnant all the time, so she doesn’t have time to lose the weight, let alone think about it. Then pound her from the back so she gets addicted to the punishment my pistoning hips can deliver.
We had to install a lock on the door because the kids kept walking in on us, and when I kiss her hello every time I get home and squeeze her ass, the kids always make a face.
Our life has become exactly what I imagined the first time I ever saw her…paradise with two people who are meant to be together…and Gina proves to me every day that she is the woman for me. She takes care of the household and our kids in the daytime, and then, it’s always my privilege to take care of her in bed at night.
Waking up every morning I look forward to every day as a new adventure with my family and wife unfolds. There’s nothing but love in our hearts for each other, and our home is the perfect place to spend our lives together. She finally tamed the Terror of Tuscany, and I couldn’t be happier about it.
Extended Epilogue
Gina
Isip the glass of red wine in my hand and look out our back patio at Gio, who’s looking across our vineyard under the setting Tuscan sun.
Our children play in the distance and I wonder how in the heck we got her.
Grayson and Grace, our oldest, kick a football back and forth to each other.
Gianna and Giovanni chase each other around and under the grapes.
Gabriel and Gabriella shovel dirt onto the “castle” they’ve been working on all afternoon…and it’s still not much more than two feet high.
We named our kids in pairs, which was Gio’s idea. He came up with the wild concept that for each girl in our family there should be a boy personally responsible for protecting her. And by naming them so similarly it only increases the bond, at least in his eyes.
At first I thought it was a little bit too over the top, but I consented. Now I love it. It’sourlittle thing. Us against the world just like it was when two step-siblings met, fell in love, and married.
Similarly how we found how me calling him daddy and him calling me little girl complete us in a way that’s also different than most people would be willing to accept.
Gio’s a rough man, point blank. He needs someone to protect, and here I am…small and without a strong father figure in my life all those years. Without even knowing it I needed a “daddy” and that’s what Gio’s always been for me, in the most loving way possible.
He’s the man that keeps me in line, disciplines me at times even though I protest, realizing later it’s for my own good. He always does it with my safety and security in mind. Well, most times. Sometimes I get out of line just so hewillget me back on the straight and narrow with that strong hand of his, not that he’s ever needed an excuse to put his mitts on me. As a matter of fact he can’t keep them off me…even after a dozen years since we first met.
Slowly moving into the backyard I walk as softly as I can, so as not to disturb him. When I reach him I wrap my arm around him, take a sip of our homemade wine, and nearly before I can remove the glass from my lips his mouth is already searing me with a kiss.
“Terror of Tuscany,” I tease, looking over his linen button down and linen pants. He’s shoeless and darn near looks like some rich hippie that you might find on the beaches of Tulum, Bali, or Goa. “More like the most tranquil man in Tuscany,” I rib, curious to see his reaction.
I don’t have to wait long, as he responds swiftly and predictably.
“Mess with my family and you’ll see why I’ll always be the Terror of Tuscany. Try fucking with my bloodline, looking just a bit too long at my wife, and watch me tear a man’s eyeballs out, feed them to him, and then toss him off the side of a boat in the Mediterranean. Come at me sideways or try and roll up on one of my kids and watch heads roll. Underestimate me or think I’ve lost a step since we went clean and watch how filthy I can still get. Get my hands dirty? Oh that’s just the beginning. This red-blooded Italian will roll in the dirt with the worst of them when it comes to keeping my family safe. Point blank. Full stop.”
I take another sip of my wine and look up at the man I love. “God, it’s unfathomable how much I love you.”
“Just like the word infinity pales in comparison to the unmeasurable amount of love, pride, respect, and protectiveness I have for what’s most important in life. What’s mine. My family. And that always starts and ends with you.”
He looks off into the distance at the kids playing, the sun tucking behind the horizon.
We’ve grown a bit older, but I dare to say we’ve aged just like the wine that’s giving me ideas, making me need him tonight even more than I always do.
And he always rises to the occasion. Every single time.
“I’ve been thinking,” he says out of nowhere.
“About what? We already won the game of life. What else could there possibly be?”
