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Five Years Later

Fabian

I watch my wife run around in panic, nearly tripping on her gown in her hurry. She looks so fucking gorgeous in that dress and just watching her sends my cock thickening behind my fly. I want to tear it off her and drag my mouth all over her body until she’s moaning and panting for my cock.

Lord above, how did I land someone as beautiful as her? I knew she was special the first time I saw her. Flour all over her hair and dress, beautiful blue eyes locked on mine. I wanted her that afternoon and every day since.

"Oh my God, this is the wrong shade of green?" cries out Helena and I turn around to find her staring at the green tablecloth in horror. "This is pickle green! I asked for Pear green. It'll crash with everything. I feel faint."

I would think she was being dramatic if I didn't know how much effort she has put into tonight's dinner party. This is the first Christmas dinner party we are celebrating with the whole family. Ever since the chaotic party five years ago, we haven't had another one like that, choosing instead to celebrate in the little family we've created, but this year, she begged me to let her host the party and I couldn't say no to her.

Maybe I should have.

This past week, Helena has driven her to near madness trying to make the party perfect for everyone. She wanted to do everything herself and since Nico will not be in attendance, my innocent na?ve wife is convinced the night will be empty of drama. It’s clear she still doesn’t know my family very well.

My eyes stay on her as she runs around the dining area and when she comes close to where I am, I reach out and grab her wrist, tugging her hard against me. I wrap my arm around her waist and stare down at her beautiful blue eyes. “Everything is perfect,” I tell her, leaning down and nuzzling her neck so she tilts it back. I trace my mouth over the slope of her neck, breathing in her soft sensual scent. “God, you smell so good.”

“Fabian,” she tries, slapping my shoulder lightly. “I don’t have the time for this. I need to check if the wine orders are correct.”

“Hmm, and how many times will it take to be sure they are?”

“Uh?”

"You double-checked the list last night. You woke me to come down with you. Remember that?" I say with a chuckle. "The wine bottles are where you left them. If by some miracle they disappear under your watchful eye, it will not be the end of the world."

She stills against me. “Don’t jinx it!”

I laugh, deeply amused by my lovely wife. I have been doing that a lot, I realize. Laugh. Around Helena, I feel warm and at ease. With her is where I plan to spend the rest of my life. She and our little boy who I imagine is asleep upstairs away from all this chaos.

“Let me help you relax,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her away from the dining area and into the hallway. She protests but barely puts up a fight as I close the door behind us.

“Fabian, we can’t,” she whispers but there is hunger in her eyes. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and her eyes look around to make sure we’re alone and I am suddenly hit with deja vu of our first Christmas in this very house. “Our guests will be arriving soon.”

“Then we better hurry!”

“Someone in the house could walk in on us,” she whispers but her hand is already on my nape and her fingers threading through my hair. “This is irresponsible of you, Fabian.”

“Of course, I’ll take the blame if someone catches us, is that okay?”

“Still...” I lean down and press my mouth over hers and they part eagerly under mine. She makes a low mewling sound at the back of her throat as our tongues slowly wind together. She’s so fucking hot. “Oh God, I want you, Fabian. Inside of me, now!”

“Bossy, aren’t we?”

"Horny is more like it," she whimpers, tracing her free hand over my chest, down my firm stomach, and to my erection. "I can't believe we're being this careless but it's exciting. And I want, no, I need to feel you inside of me, Fabian. Please."

I tuck her hair behind her ear. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely.”

And then we're tearing at each other's clothes. In a record time, my shirt is halfway unbuttoned and my pants hanging around my ankles with my wife's legs wrapped around my waist, her back against the wall as she rides my cock.

It’s risky, she was right.

This is the only way other than the kitchen to get into the dining room and if any of our guests choose to arrive early, then they will be met by the sight of my wife's parted lips and arched back with hips moving roughly against me.

No, I don't have to worry about that. This is her home! Helena runs this house as the wife of the head of the family. It's been three years since I became that and just as long since we moved into this home. I did everything I said I would, making everyone work for their cut. Nico wasn’t ready to play his part and in an act of rebellion, he found himself fighting with the law. Two years ago, he was arrested for armed robbery and sentenced to five years. Maybe time is what he needs to clean up his act, but the fact is, he won't be missed at this Christmas dinner.

I grip my wife’s ass as I slide my shaft into her wetness, rocking hard and deep into her until she’s sobbing for release. Her arms are wrapped around my shoulders, anchoring her up. It’s perfect, the sounds she makes as she rides my cock roughly and the way her eyes graze over as I bring us closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, baby, I'm so close!" I say hoarsely, burying my face into her shoulder as I pound into her faster. Her moan grows desperate and it takes three thrusts before she orgasms with a sob, her pussy clenching hard around me and the tension in my lower back releases as I come with a roar. I bear down on her until I have flooded her womb with my seed and we’re both panting from the intensity of it all.

“I love you, Helena” I rasp into her ear.

“I love you,” she pants, her legs falling from my waist but I have to hold her up so she doesn’t slide to the floor. “God, I feel so much better.”

“Glad I could be of service.”

She chuckles, pushing back to meet my gaze. "Thank you. I just hope tonight goes smoothly. Great food and music and wine and family. No drama."

I bite back a grin. There is no way she's getting all that tonight. Especially the last one on her list. Even with Nico away, my family always finds ways to stir up drama and I am proven right later when during dinner, Mr. Jerkins, Helena's father, announces that he is getting married to his caregiver, Annette.

No one had any clue that the two were dating and from the surprised look on my wife’s face, I can tell she was in the dark too. Of course, that isn’t the highlight of the night with gossip spamming from who cheated on who and what not.

From Helena’s horrified face by the time dinner wraps up, I find myself looking forward to the next family Christmas dinner. And our little Christmas tradition of hallway sex.

~The End