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“Are you cold?” I ask her.
“I’m perfect,” she replies.
Our trip lasts about an hour and Dylan is waiting for us when we return. He carries us back into town and drops us at the Fox and Hound for dinner. I’ve reserved a small table in the back near the fireplace. I order champagne and we finish the whole bottle before our food arrives. We laugh and carry on throughout the meal and dessert and Daniela tells me that it feels just like old times.
I gaze at her sweet, young face and perfect body and say, “Nothing has changed. You’re still the same beautiful girl that walked into my life five years ago.”
We leave the restaurant and take a short brisk walk back to the pub. Daniela looks at her watch and says, “It’s not late. Did you want to do anything else before we go home?”
I flash her a devious grin and say, “Oh, the evening isn’t over yet.”
We enter the pub and I turn on the radio. I pull her into my arms and sway to the music while I unzip her dress. She giggles and says, “Right here?”
“Why not? It won’t be the first time,” I reply.
She unbuttons my shirt as I move her closer and closer to the billiard table. I undress her entirely and tell her to stay there while I go to the office and take the leather straps out of my desk drawer. I spin her around and secure her hands behind her back then lift her onto the table. I remove my tie and slip it between her lips tying it tightly behind her head.
I instruct her to get on her knees and go to the wall to retrieve the riding crop. She jumps when I crack it against my hand. I climb on the table and push her head down against the red felt. She’s still on her knees with her pretty ass high in the air. I squeeze her firm cheeks and then tease her with the end of the crop. She tenses up in anticipation of the first blow and I crack the whip against her skin. She moans and writhes on the table and I know she wants more so I slap her again. I rub the tiny red mark on her ass and when she’s relaxed, I give her a third and final crack of the whip.
I lift her back into a seated position, remove her gag and say, “It’s time to suck daddy’s cock.” She licks her lips and waits for me to slide my hard member into her mouth. Her hands are still bound and I place my hand on the back of her head moving her mouth up and down my shaft. It feels so good I don’t want to stop but I know what I have to look forward to so I move her to the edge of the table, wrap her legs around my waist and sink my cock deep inside her wet pussy. I reach between her legs and rub her clit with my thumb and suckle her firm tits while I fuck her. She comes hard on my cock and I know that I don’t have much left in me so I pull out, spin her around and bend her over the table. I grab her ass and slip back inside her.
“Oh, yeah, daddy. I want to make you come,” she cries as I pound her hard and fast.
“Say please, little girl,” I tell her.
“Oh, please daddy. Let me feel you come inside me,” she gasps and that’s all I need to hear. My cock jumps as I find my completion inside the woman that I love.
We sit naked at the bar and I pour us each a snifter of brandy. I play with her breasts and gaze at her body. After two children, she’s still perfect from head to toe.
“We should probably go soon,” she tells me, “It’s getting late.”
“Actually, I had one more surprise for you,” I tell her.
I reach into the pocket of my jacket and pull out a little velvet bag. I empty its contents into my hand and hold it up so that she can see. It’s a diamond pendant in the shape of a clover. She runs her fingers over it and says, “It’s beautiful.”
“I had it made for you. It’s a locket. Open it,” I tell her.
She presses the little gold lever on the side and the locket opens. Inside is a photo of our children. She closes the locket and looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
“May I put it on you?” I ask.
“Please,” she replies.
I remove my mother’s little green clover pendant and place the diamond clover around her neck.
We arrive home and I pay Kelsey for her services and walk her to the door. Daniela goes upstairs to check on the kids while I put on a pot of tea. When she comes back down we go out the backdoor and walk down the stone path that leads to the garden. I place the teapot and cups down on the white, iron table and sit down to breathe in the luscious scent of lavender as my beautiful wife takes a seat on my lap.
“The roses came in well this year,” I tell her.
She puts her head on my chest and says, “Thank you.”
“For what, princess?” I ask.
“A perfect garden, a perfect marriage, two perfect children, and a perfect night,” she replies.
The End.
