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"I am."

"Does my wife want to be fucked?" he says, and his dirty words make my pussy throb with need.

"Yes."

"Turn around, Serena. Hands on the tile."

I don’t question it, and eagerly, I assume my position.

"Worthless," the voice begins. "Worthless."No. No. No. Not now.My body tenses when I feel him press into my warmth. "Serena?" he asks, pulling back, noticing my stance—how I’m probably gripping onto the tiles.

"Worthless," the voice in my head chants, and a vision of my husband with another, younger, and not pregnant version of me, bent over his desk, flashes in my mind.

"Serena," my husband’s voice pulls me out of the trance as I feel strong arms wrap around me, soothing my mind. "Have you been taking your medication?"

I shake my head.Yes.Another lie. I wasn’t fond of taking medication while pregnant, but there was no doubt that I needed it.

"I’m okay. I’m just tired," I say weakly, pulling away, sliding open the door, and walking out of the bathroom.

We’ve been drivingfor what feels like days, but really it's only been three hours, thanks to the constant stops, my need to throw up, and relieve myself. Oh, the joys of motherhood. But despite that, it feels like old times—90's R&B, sunny, beautiful early afternoon, and nothing but beautiful fields.

"Look, Mi Reina," my husband pats my head as I take his cock deeper into my mouth. Nothing like a blowjob during a drive under the shining sun and beautiful fields in a convertibleMustang. My tongue continues to swirl around his shaft, one hand pumping it.

"Serena, look," he says, causing me to stop, spit stringing from his cock to my mouth. I sit up and look at the mile-long gravel driveway we’re pulling into, and the beautiful white Victorian house sitting on top. Lavender planted in a small bed around it, there's a wrap-around porch with rocking chairs set, and a small windmill on the opposite side. Big open windows. And stained glass windows on the top floor.

"Beautiful," I say in awe, using the back of my hand to wipe the remnants of saliva.

"It’s all ours," Rey says as he rests his hand over the swell of my stomach. "Our new beginning starts today, Serena."

I can’t help but smile at his words.

"Now finish what you started, like a good whore," he groans as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pushing me toward his cock. I happily continue to fuck my mouth with his thick cock. My lips stretch as I push him deeper into my throat, causing my eyes to water and my throat to contract.

"Asi, mi Reina," he moans, placing the car in park. We sit outside of our forever as he relaxes into the driver’s leather seat. His hand fists my hair as he pushes his cock deeper, causing me to gag and cough a mess of spit on him.

"Asi," he moans again. He’s so close, and suddenly, a bang from behind the car startles us.

"I’m sorry to interrupt," a deep voice causes me to jump up, and my husband quickly tucks himself back in. My plump lips are probably more swollen than ever, and I can feel the heat of shame rise through my face as my eyes lock into those icy orbs. So cold.

"What the fuck?" Rey jumps out of the car. "I thought the movers were done?" The man, younger than Rey and taller, looks at me for a moment and then at my husband. I notice adeep scar under his jaw that moves toward the corner of his lip, giving him this "farmer meets hot bad boy" look.

"No, sir. I’m not a mover. I maintain the grounds and live out back," he removes the black baseball cap on his head and tussles his blond curls. "I figured I’d come introduce myself and not startle you guys later on."

"Oh, I didn’t know we had groundkeepers?" My husband says, then turns to look at me, a little concern etched on his face, but he still smiles as he turns to the man. "I’m Rey Garcia, and that’s my wife, Serena." I give a small wave before stepping out of the car to stand beside my husband, trying not to look at those intense blue eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Rey," the man extends his hand and grips my husband’s. For a moment, I look up and catch his intense eyes drifting to me as he pulls away from my husband and grabs my hand.

"And you as well, Serena. I’m Josh," he says as he brings my hand to his lips.

I can feel the air shift as Rey wraps his arm around my waist, asserting his dominance. I dare not look at Josh.

"If that’s all, I’d like to go inside and show my wife," Rey punctuates the word "wife," his hold tightening around me, "around." Josh smiles, pushing his short curls out of his forehead and slipping on his baseball cap. My eyes find his cut, and quickly, shame floods me.What are you doing, Serena?

"Of course, I just wanted to introduce myself," Josh says, pushing his cap further down, "I’ll be out back, past the sunflower field." He points to the fields on the side of the house. "There’s a stream out back, beautiful water, if you ever want to go for a swim."

I can feel his eyes on me despite my husband’s clear assertion that I was his, and I dare not look his way. It makes me uncomfortable... he makes me uncomfortable.

"Have a good rest of your day, Josh," my husband says as he turns us and takes us inside.