I sneaked a sip of my dad’s coffee, even though I was still breastfeeding. He snorted his disapproval from behind his newspaper. Judge Mills pretended to be fastidious, but he was just as much of a softy for Porsha as Grandma was. Besides, I was leaving for two days, so I could drink whatever I wanted to.
My dad still liked to criticize everything, but he watched Roads’ stock like a hawk. Every interaction, I saw him warming up to my husband more and more. In fact, Dad lit up when he was in the same room as Eddie, and I’d even heard him call him “son.” Of course, he still gave us hell about the tattoos, about The Lace Garage, about every single thing he couldn’t control. But Judge Mills was happy for me, I can tell, even though he refused to show it.
“Mom, she wakes up like every four hours. Don’t give her more than four ounces of milk or else she’ll get gas and be cranky.”
She was cooing in Porsha’s face while my daughter gripped her pointer finger. “Oh shoo, Laney. I know how to take care of a baby. Now go spend the getaway with your husband!”
“I’ve been telling her to skedaddle ever since she sat down,” my father said, his glasses slipping down his nose.
This was the first time we’d be leaving her, and I was scared half to death. Grateful to my parents, excited to have some time alone, but I felt like I was leaving my heart in their hands.
“Pediatrician’s info is in the little booklet. I pumped a ton, but if you start to run out, just dilute it with formula.”
“Here comes my son-in-law in that stealth car of his. Laney, go have fun. Porsha will be fine. Judge’s orders.”
I kissed my parents goodbye and sneaked one last peck on my baby girl, who’d fallen asleep in my mother’s arms.
Edison couldn’t help coming in for a round of goodbye hugs for everyone, especially the apple of his eye. He cradled Porsha and kissed her a hundred times.
“Get out of here. Go!” My father swatted at us with his rolled-up New York Times.
We were only slipping away for two nights, and the whole purpose of our trip was to try for another baby, but it was hard leaving Porsha.
Edison ushered me out, directing me not to look back so that I didn’t cry. He had my favorite tea and breakfast sandwich waiting in the car.
“We have two hours before our flight, which I think is just enough time to park and have a quickie in the back seat if you’re up for it.”
I nearly choked on my chai latte. I winked at Mr. Roads when I recovered.
“That’s the point of this whole trip, right? Let’s not waste time getting to work.”
Edison
If I thought I lusted after my wife before, I had no idea what Cherry having my child would do to me. Since she had Porsha, her body had become irresistible to me—her heavy breasts, the weight in her thighs and ass, the spread of her hips. Cherry’s body had transformed in front of my eyes, and I could not keep my hands off her.
She walked down the beach, shielding her eyes from the sun. Cherry-print bikini on, silky wrap tied at her waist. My dick was hard in seconds just watching her hips sway. She smiled at me as she neared, her bucket filled with exotic seashells. There was no one on this pristine strip of blue sky and ocean but us. We had the world to ourselves for two nights, excluding the staff.
Her eyes are lit up, the same color as the ocean. I could sustain myself on her body alone. I adjusted my cock as she knelt down, her tempting cleavage right in my face.
“Seeing you walk down the beach just now made me think that all of my dreams have come true.”
“If anyone has been granted their wishes, it’s me,” she said.
I’d showed her the plans for the Lace Garage expansion last night, and she’d cried tears of joy as she looked at them. As long as my Cherry and Porsha were happy, then my goals in life were complete.
Cherry brushed her lips across mine, and my skin erupted in gooseflesh, my nipples tightened, and my cock strained against the fabric of my trunks.
I reached up and squeezed her swollen breast. With a little maneuvering, I loosened the bikini top and guided her nipple to my lips.
“Eddie, out here in the open?” she asked in alarm.
“Shhh, baby. There’s no one around.”
I teased her nipples until she got that look in her eyes I knew so well. The look meant she’d submitted to desire, given up trying to figure out a way to deny herself pleasure.
I rose to my knees and released my straining erection from my shorts. It bobbed in the breeze, veiny and already leaking at the tip. With a few strokes of my fist, I spread the lubricant up and down my shaft and then slid my cock between Cherry’s big tits, the head slipping inside her open mouth.