“And you earned it,” I tell him. “No one else.”
My husband kisses me, throws on a pair of aviator sunglasses, then pulls out of the driveway onto the main road. There’s not another car in sight. He looks over at me, puts a hand on my knee and grins.
“Hold onto your butt.”
He hammers it.
The car lurches forward with a speed that takes my breath away. I scream like a crazy teenage girl as he shifts gears and we blast up the road like there’s a rocket behind us.
Swoon.
I’m not afraid for a second. Chase has control over the machine and I know I’m in good hands as he maneuvers the Porsche with precision. I can’t stop smiling. This isn’t what most people think of when they picture a married couple with two kids and another one on the way.
But that’s what I love about Chase, he never lets things get stale – and neither do I. I’ve had to start getting rid of some of my lingerie after buying so many sets. I like to dress up for my husband and be standing there by the bed in high heels when he comes home from the shop, all sweaty and filthy from a hard day’s work.
And he can’t keep his hands off me. I’ll be working at the stove or rinsing vegetables at the sink, and as long as the kids aren’t around, he’ll have his hand up (or his face) up my skirt. It seems like his cock just never goes down; he’s ready whenever, which is great because when you have two kids, it’s not like you can just spend four hours doing a date night and getting warmed up. You have to take it when you can get it, and Chase loves to take me.
Watching him maneuver the Porsche is panty-melting sexy, and I reach over the center console and unbuckle his pants. He glances quickly over at me as I reach into his boxers and pull out his dick.
“If we’re going to speed around like a couple of young lovers,” I whisper, letting my lips brush against his tip, “why not act like it too?”
Chase groans as I take his cock into my mouth, and I feel him start to slow the car, but I take my hand and push it down on his knee. Faster. Faster.
He gets the message, and I hear him laugh softly as he speeds up. We may be settled down, but that doesn’t mean we’ve slowed down one bit.
THE END