Shuffling forward, I guide my cock to her tits and slide the head into the soft cushioning of her mounds. A moan slips free when her tongue glides over the tip of my shaft. Sliding it back, I push back through but this time, she lifts her head up and sucks on the head. “Fuck, babe. Your mouth and tits are phenomenal.”
“Only for you, baby, now fuck my tits.”
“As you wish.” I throw her a wink and then I do as she requests. Undulating my hips back and forth, I fuck her tits. My shaft slides in and out and sooner than I would have liked, my balls begin to tingle. “I’m close,” I grunt.
“Do it,” she hisses and as if her words are the detonator, I come. Milky white streams splash across her tits and chin.
Wiping her chin, she sucks her finger into her mouth, and seeing her do that has my cock once again coming to life. “Really, already?”
Shrugging at her, I grip my shaft and stroke him back to hard. “What can I say, I’m an addict when it comes to fucking you. Now, remove your panties, it’s your turn to come.”
“As much as I’d love to, I’m spent and need sleep. Can we settle for a shower and a snuggle?”
“A sexy shower? A naked snuggle? Both?”
“With us, anything is possible, but right now I need a shower to rinse off the mess you made all over me.”
Chelsea naked and wet, yes fucking please. Climbing off my wife, I offer her my hand. Pulling her up, I cup her face and slam my lips to hers. Pushing my tongue into her mouth, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into her. Her cum-covered breasts press against my bare chest. My cock hardens further and when Chels whimpers into my mouth in that ‘I need you to fuck me’ kind of way, I know I’m going to get a sexy shower.
Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t a sexy shower but I did get naked cuddles, and a naked Chelsea is better than nothing.
Blissfully happy, I drift off to sleep with my naked wife’s body wrapped around mine. The next morning though, I get a wake-up blow job, followed by a sexy shower and a full day in bed … naked … with my wife.
CHAPTER4
CHELSEA
… MID DECEMBER
Lexi and I are sitting in Squires waiting for the guys to get here while Margot, my best friend and current drinks wench, heads to the bar to get a pitcher of beer. The guys played against LA earlier tonight and they kicked LA’s ass. Like thrashed them, thirteen to zero. I think that’s a history-making loss, better look that up because if so, that’s a marketing dream come true. The promotion from that will be amazing. Doucheman was sent off in the last period for being, well, a douche. Poor Wren is going to have her hands full with him tonight. I remember what he was like when they’d lose when we were together. He’s like a two-year-old throwing a tantrum after their balloon flies away.
Margot arrives with a pitcher of beer and I could kiss her, my throat is dry and I’m thirsty as hell. “I ordered wings too.”
“Awesome, I’m famished,” I tell them as I pick up the pitcher and begin to pour us each a glass.
“How are you famished?” Margot asks me as she takes a seat across from me. “At the game you ate an order of nachos, half of Lexi’s, three hotdogs, and two giant pretzels.”
“What can I say, I’m a growing girl.”
“Yeah, outward,” she teases. I was about to hand her a beer so I stick my tongue out and hand it to Lexi instead.
“Maybe you're pregnant,” Lexi adds from beside me and thanks me for her beer. A sense of déjà vu washes over me, of her and I having this same conversation a few weeks ago but this time, I think she might be right. My boobs have been really sore the last couple of days, the nausea first thing in the morning is horrendous, and I’m hungry all the time. Like ravenous, I’ll stab a bitch, hungry. My eyes widen and I flick my gaze between her and Margot, covering my mouth in shock.
“Nooooo, I’m not … am I?” They both stare blankly at me. “Surely, not?”
“I don’t know, are you?” she questions.
“I … I don’t know. I’d know if I was, right?”
“Well, when was your last period?”
“I don’t know, I don’t get one. I’m on that birth control that stops them to help with my endo.”
“Babe, no contraception is one-hundred-percent effective,” Margot unhelpfully adds.
“Abstinence is,” I throw back at her.
“Yes,” Lexi deadpans, “you and that hunk of a husband of yours refrain from sex all the time. NOT. Did I not catch you two in the locker room a few days ago?”