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She drops onto her hands and knees on the plush carpet. Kneeling behind her, I press my fingers into her soaked entrance and find my wife more than ready. With one push of my cock, I impale Nora, bottoming out in her.

“Fuck, you’re so deep.”

“That’s right. Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Jack.”

“That’s right. Who loves you and would give you anything in the world?”

“You,” she pants, pumping her ass back. I lean over her slender frame and cup her tits, rubbing them, and she gasps in pain.

“Whoa, baby. They’re a bit sensitive. I lose control and forget how tender they can be.”

“Don’t be. I love your touch, even when it’s rough,” she moans, giving me an extra squeeze around my hard cock.

“Thank you, my love.” With a final thrust, I grunt my load into her, coming deep inside.

“Wow, that was intense.”

“Yes, it was. So, same time tomorrow?”

“Maybe after the kids are in bed.” She giggles.

“Fine,” I tease.

When we finally make it down, the kids have finished up their homework and they’re getting ready for dinner. Nora loveshaving help for moments like these. The rest of the evening is spent with our kids, and then they’re off to bed. Life couldn’t be any better.

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The next morning, Nora gets a phone call, and her mouth falls open. “What’s wrong?” I asked my gorgeous but dismayed-looking wife.

She plopped down on our bed. “School’s been canceled today. Principal Lassiter is dead.”

“What?” I questioned. “I didn’t order it.” I threw my hands up.

“He died in a drunk driving accident last night. Apparently, he got pretty wasted and drove himself out of town. His vehicle was packed, and he crashed on the expressway.”

“It looks like the trash took itself out.” I’m happy that I didn’t have to deliver my own justice to that fucker because I sure as fuck had ever intention of dealing with the principal in time.

“I couldn’t agree more.” She runs her hands over her face and then through her hair. “Let’s keep all the kids home.”

My mouth drops open at her suggestion. “Ha—now who is the one giving John the wrong expectations?”

“Don’t start with me. I’ll give you the wrong expectations, mister.” She flashes me her breasts and then takes off running while giggling, but that’s where she’s wrong. I don’t expect anything but enjoying the rest of my life with my beautiful family, starting with some pancakes.

THE END