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“Daddy, come in.”

“You know you shouldn’t leave your door open like that,” he says, wagging his finger.

I shook my head at him, frowning because he knows the house is well secured. “My gate is secure, and you knew the code to get in. Besides, the house needs some air, but you’re right. Look what rabble just comes in here.” I jab my thumb toward my father and my mother giggles.

“So are we snatching the babies today?” my father asked, rubbing his hands together.

“Yes, we are,” my mom says, squeezing the baby.

“Do you want me to drop off the boys when they get off of school?”

“No, Simon should be getting them on his way home and then dropping them off. Let’s get their things together.”

“So he’s in on this?”

“Yes, I stopped by the shop this morning.”

“That’s why he acting strange when I called this morning.” He was almost too happy on the call. My heart pounded in my chest as I looked forward to a night with Simon. We get our moments alone, but with so many children, it gets a little more difficult.

“Yep.” It took about twenty minutes before I kissed my baby girls’ cheeks and whispered goodbye until tomorrow.

As dinner roasts in the oven, I showered and prepared for my husband’s arrival. I came down in a summery dress, just as the timer buzzed. I turned it off and set the pan on the stove to cool as the lock on the front door clicks and my heart does flips.

As soon as Simon’s eyes land on mine, all thoughts of dinner disappeared. The lecherous look in his gaze shoots straight through my stomach and my pulse quickens. “Wife, what are you wearing?”

“You like it?” I choke out the words.

“Like is an understatement. I think you’re trying to end up with baby number six.” With every word, he moves a step closer. His keys hitting the kitchen table, eyes never leaving me.

“Maybe we can practice at the very least,” I squeak out. He pounces and carries me to the living room where he shows me how much he loves my dress. It’s on the floor in mere seconds. My panties are pushed to the side, and my hands are planted on the cushions while my husband is on his knees eating my pussy from behind.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so damn good. Keeping my dinner nice and warm,” he growls against my cunt. I can barely holdonto the sofa. I grip the back and the seat as he devours me into a screaming mess. “That’s a good wife. I love the way you taste. Time to fill you up. I didn’t get enough this morning.” He stood up and I heard his zipper slide down like a sensual warning of what was to come.

I woke him up with my tongue wrapped around his cock, making him come just as his alarm went off. “We have all night long,” I moaned as he finger pushed into my hole, stretching me out.

“Part your legs, wife. I need it fast.” I extended my leg over the back of the sofa while my other foot stayed on the ground, stretching me out. “Perfect.” He shoved his length inside of me.

“Simon, babe. Fuck me.” He drives into me wildly, fucking me until neither of us can catch our breath. We come together and he lowers my leg. We lean over the arm of the sofa onto the cushions with his chest on my back.

“Thank you, baby. I needed that.”

“So did I.”

“After dinner, do you want to go for a ride?” I smiled into the fabric.

“Yes.”

We finally ate and spent a romantic evening together. The ride had been one of the best parts of the night. The air had been just cool enough to kiss my heated skin, making the stolen kisses perfect. I love these impromptu dates.

When we were in bed for the night, he said, “Just so you’re aware, my parents already want to claim the kids for Saturday night now.”

“Are you serious?” I laughed.

“This is becoming a weekly habit,” I teased.

“I’m not complaining,” he growls, bending over to bite my shoulder.

“Neither am I.” With a smile, I swiftly flip Simon onto his back and tease my husband into another round of hot sex before we pass out for the night.

In the morning as we get ready to pick up the kids and then take them to his parents, I suggest a trip, “With all these mini-breaks we should go on vacation one of these days.”

“No, skiing,” he blurts out.

“Definitely not.” I kiss him and then walk out of our bedroom with a shake of my head.

THE END