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Somehow, I doubted that starting the second half of my marriage with a lie was the best thing to do.
It had been a week since the day – or rather, the night – Becks and I had gotten back together: thus, it had been a week since the night she, to my utmost delight, had asked me to wait for
S*x.
Now, I understood her reasoning perfectly well – and shared it, too, however … f**k, I wanted
her so badly. By now I was spending almost all of my free time with a single, hammering
thought in my head and a painful erection, which well testified to my desperate case of blue
balls.
It didn’t help that my mate was tremendously cuddly in bed: as long as we had been mates,
she had always slept snuggled beside me, and sometimes ended up with one leg straddling
my hips. It was a position I adored, because I loved to feel her as close as possible – but in my
current situation, it was also torture: that way I had her soft, warm vulva pressed against my
thigh all night long. Clothes did nothing to prevent me from feeling her with every fiber of my being – and being acutely aware of what that particular place of her looked, felt, and tasted
like.
Of course, that wasn’t the only problem: she was just as horny as I was. She was infinitely better at keeping it hidden than I was, but at night, her scent filled the room, intoxicating me in the most delicious way possible, and she would involuntarily rub herself against my thigh to relieve the discomfort of arousal. I doubted that, since we had resumed sharing a bed, she’d
had a night without at least one dirty dream.
I certainly hadn’t.
Often, her dreams were so strong that they traveled down the bond and overcame my own – all together, they made a wonderful slideshow of me taking her in every way imaginable, or of me making her come by licking her (the mere idea of her taste on my tongue caused another painful twinge in my c**k) … and once, of her coming while I came in her mouth.
Needless to say, they had provided me with many, many ideas on how to make her come screaming with pleasure once we went back to f*****g.
“…so I’ll have to go check on the venue again,” she sighed, putting her clothes back on after
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the shower. Her jeans went up to cover her magnificent ass, which had been, until the moment before, wrapped in beautiful black lace panties and bent at the perfect angle for me to notice something else besides those cheeks: for a moment I imagined her lying on the bed, her legs wide open, her wonderful p***y swollen with pleasure and dripping with my c*m … but then her jeans went up, and I snapped out of the trance I’d fallen into.
f**k – I felt like I was fifteen again.
“Okay,” I nodded, having understood absolutely nothing of what she’d said. “I’ll go take a
shower.”
Becky gave me a suspicious look. “Can you make it in time?” she asked. “We have to go pick
up the pups.”
“I’m not a woman,” I grumbled, getting out of bed and stopping along the way to the bathroom
to kiss her… and keeping a certain distance, to make sure she didn’t notice the awful
situation in my pants. “I don’t need fifty different shampoos.”
Only five minutes, cold water, and my right hand.
And just that little bit of imagination to make me believe that the hand was hers – or her
mouth. Or the beautiful, warm, and tight slit between her legs.
My c**k hardened even more as soon as my brain brought back a memory from one of her dreams – my Becky, kneeling in front of me, naked, her mouth full of my c**k …
–
Shower. Now.
“Where we go Daddy?” Violet asked me. She was sitting on top of my shoulders and was
extremely busy pretending to shampoo my hair. I was not gonna complain – the feeling was incredibly relaxing.
We’d just picked them up from their very first last day of school – and they’d run out of their
class with happy smiles on their faces. They had a great day at school – and were about to be
even happier.
–
“To celebrate” I declared. “You guys finished your first year of school – and most importantly, you’re starting your first–ever summer break!”
“You know what this means?” Becky added, smiling. “No school until September!”
“And where we celebwate?” Jim inquired after he and his sister were done squealing with happiness.
Becks tickled him. “That’s a surprise“.
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The idea of staying home for weeks and that they were about to get a surprise made the kids‘
eyes shine – but their mood officially skyrocketed when they saw the Five Guys‘ sign and their
uncles waiting for them at the entrance.
Screaming happily, they immediately dashed toward them – not that their mother did
otherwise, once the pups had enjoyed their dose of cuddles.
“Oh Goddess, hi!” Becky exclaimed as she and Wayne basically pounced on each other:
inevitably, that brought a smile to my face. She’d missed him a lot in the last weeks, while he’d
been away, so I was glad to see her happy.
—
“You!” Wayne laughed. “I swear I cannot leave you alone for a few days look what you’ve
done!”
He made a wide gesture towards me, and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. I knew he was
joking: Becky had, of course, told him everything that had happened between us over the
phone the day after and Wayne had been first shocked to learn all the actual truth, then incredibly happy. Of course, some not–so–gentle words about Sheila and Garrett had been spoken–words I’d considered way too kind for the likes of them.
–
At least, though, everything had settled. Becky and I were happy, my old family wasn’t around,
and Wayne had finally stopped wanting to rip my head off.
“Oh, come on,” Becky chuckled.
“Listen, I’m your best friend,” Wayne said as if he was stating the obvious. “It’s my literal job to
give the guy some s**t. Actually, I should give you both some s**t – don’t get me wrong, I’m really happy you guys are back together and that it was all a big misunderstanding s***h
golpe, but I really wanted you guys to be divorced. This way, you could get married all over
again – your last wedding was an absolute blast, after all”.
I looked at him. “You’re really f****d up, man,” I then said, unable to hold back my smile any
longer. “Please, never change“.
Wayne shot me a toothy grin. “Not planning to“.
The conversation was cut short by the kids, who were rightfully hungry: we all walked in, and
started the holidays.
Becks was frowning when she joined me in bed that night – and when I hugged her and my
hand ended up on her back, I found it contracted beyond measure.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
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She sighed, resting her head on my chest. “I’m not convinced.”
It didn’t take me much to understand: during the afternoon, Wayne and Ravi had offered to
take the kids with them on a little vacation to Florida. The parents of both of them had moved
there after retirement, and they were planning to visit them: since the pups already knew them
and had a nice relationship with them (Wayne had told me that their parents saw them as the
grandchildren they had never had), it could have been an opportunity for the kids to have a few
days of total relax with their uncles at the beach and, for Becky and me, to have a few days just for ourselves.
In the beginning, Becks had been wholly in favor of the idea, just as I had been: as for the kids,
when we had proposed it to them, they had been absolutely ecstatic – Vi had even started
packing.
Now, however, I could see a shadow of doubt and anxiety in my mate’s eyes. As well as her
need to rid herself of those doubts.
“Shoot.”
“It’s just… I know they’d be perfectly safe, and they’d have a great time,” she sighed. “But…
stupid brain is starting to make me anxious and paranoid about even impossible situations.
And I know I have no reason to be so worried, but I can’t help it.”
my
“You’re not alone,” I told her. “The idea of having them who knows how many miles away
worries me, too. But, babe… we’ve already told them yes, and they’re so happy to go.”
Becks nodded, “I know,” she murmured. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and I squeezed her tighter. “That’s why I feel so conflicted. Because I know I can’t take it back.”
I brushed her forehead with my lips. “And we won’t. They’re going to enjoy a great week in Florida with their uncles, who, by the way, are, after you and me, the strongest wolves I know, and they’re going to come back safe, sound, happy, and tanned. Wayne and Ravi are just as protective as you are – and you are a first–rate overprotective. They’ll be just fine, trust me. And
in the meantime…”
“We’re gonna sit here worrying and tracking their every move via their AirTags?” Becky mused.
“No, you psycho. If I’m not mistaken, someone said we needed to work on restoring the dynamics of our relationship – something which, lately, we haven’t had much opportunity to
do.”
Becky pursed her lips – I could see that the idea appealed to her quite a bit, but there was
always a shadow of doubt at the back of her eyes.
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“I’ve … never been away from them,” she murmured.
“I know, baby. But I’m sure they’ll be okay. And if it makes you feel better, we’ll get them
AirTags.”
Becks blushed, and I understood.
“Let me guess, you bought them as soon as Wayne mentioned the vacation?”
“They were already in my sss cart,” she confessed. “Along with the bracelets.”
I sighed, poorly concealing a laugh, and kissed her forehead.
“We all need this week. Everything’s gonna be fine.”
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