Henry
Ten years later
It has been a wonderful life since the day I found my Gretchen again. Ten years and three kids later and I couldn’t be any happier. Henry, Thomas, and Mark were all born two years apart. That’s as long as we could wait before having the next one, but we decided the three boys were enough. They were already a handful of trouble. And if I kept knocking up Gretchen it would take forever for us to be empty nesters and able to shag in the house all alone. Then again, I loved being a father and watching her bloom with our babies inside her. That was my goal, to be ass naked with Gretchen. Ten years, three babies and my wife hadn’t really changed. I’ve loved her all these years and nothing was going to change it. If anything, I grew more lustful. I craved her attention, love, and cries of pleasure like they were a drug. Fuck, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to knock her up. Maybe she could get off the birth control she was on.
The kids were with the sitter while Gretchen and I worked at the restaurant. It wasn’t often that she was there, but I was short-staffed for the Valentine’s Day weekend. I hated when she worked the floor for me. Tonight she was making cocktails at the bar for the guests. Thankfully, all of these fuckers were with someone because I didn’t feel like beating a motherfucker up.
I stepped out several times during the night, but I was too late to stop a drunk asshole. He ordered a bottle of wine and seemed to have polished it off. This time I came out and he was leaning over the bar demanding more liquor. “Sir, you’ve had enough. I can’t serve you again.”
“You fucking dumb little whore. I bet if I threw two hundred down your blouse you would and probably get on your knees for me too.” I stormed over there, Gretchen catching me out of the corner of her eye, clearly glossy from unshed tears. This motherfucker had a death wish. I grabbed his shoulder hard and spun him toward me, then I knocked his ass out. He was laying on the floor holding his face.
“You come into my restaurant and harass my wife,” I roared, only seeing red. “If you don’t want to die, I suggest you get the fuck out of here and never come back.” He started stumbling backwards and before he could get up, his date stuck her leg out and tripped him.
“You’re a sick pig.” She threw a ring at him and stormed out. The guy left and I addressed my guests.
“I’m terribly sorry about that unfortunate scene. All your meals are on the house for the night. Please stay and enjoy.” They all cheered, of course. Everyone likes a free meal.
I grabbed my wife and pulled her to me. “I’m sorry, my love. Are you okay?”
“Yes, my caveman. I love you so much.”
“No more bartending for you.” She smiled and kissed my cheek. “Oh no, that’s not good enough. I already gave them a free meal.” I dipped her backwards and kissed her like she deserved. It was Valentine’s Day after all, a day for lovers, and we were that and much more. The crowd erupted in cheers again. “Thanks. This place was built for my beautiful Gretchen here. That’s the piece right there from when we were kids. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone.” I waved them off and went into the kitchen, sending another server to handle the bar. I wanted to get out of here.
“Boss, I’ve got it from here. You and Gretchen should enjoy the rest of the holiday.”
“Thanks, Rod. I gave them their meals for free. Hold the tickets for tomorrow and I can do an adjustment for all of them.” Rod had proven over the years that he was more than capable of managing the restaurant, so we let him for the past year. It was the best decision I had made since I carried Gretchen out of here ten years ago.
We grabbed our coats and left out the back because I wanted to make sure she was okay. We stood in the staff parking lot and I held her close. “Are you okay, Gretchen? Don’t lie to me, please.”
“Do I ever?”
“No,” I answered, kissing her neck softly.
“I’m fine. I really just wanted to snap on him, but I didn’t want to do that in the restaurant,” she admitted, snuggling into my embrace. Something else was bothering her, I could feel her squeeze me tighter.
“Baby, was that it?” I questioned her.
She lifted her head and tilted it back to look at me. She smiled nervously, then confessed, “Yes, and I was afraid he’d try to hurt me before you got there. Henry, I’m pregnant.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
She nodded happily. “Yes, you know I was sick at Christmas during the ski trip and they gave me that medicine. Well, the doctor thinks that messed with my birth control.”
“Wow, I was just thinking about knocking you up again.” It had been on my mind for a while because I hoped we’d have a little girl for her to spoil the way she should have been.
She quirked her brows at me. “Really?”
“Yes, I love seeing you swell with my babies. It makes me hard,” I pulled her tight, grabbing her ass and pressing my cock against her still flat belly.
“That’s because you’re a caveman.”
“That’s about right, but fuck, now we need to celebrate. Let’s get out of here.”
As soon as we got into bed, I stripped her body bare, reached over to the bedside table and pulled out the massage liquid. Slowly, I worked it over her supple body. All these years and her figure only got sexier if that was even possible. Squeezing the liquid over her ass cheeks, I rubbed it in and moved her sweet little backdoor. It’s been a while and the way she was squirming, I knew I hit the right mood. I worked her clit from behind and let my other hand tease the rim, relaxing her up so I could take her like a beast.
“I’m getting in here tonight. I don’t need to save my cum for your pussy, since I knocked you up. Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want me in your ass?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her back arching with her arm stretched out under the pillows.
“Good girl.” The head rubbed against her back entrance after adding a little more liquid pleasure to my length. Inch by inch, I stretched her ass, pushing inside her until I bottomed out. I grasped the sides of her waist, massaging and squeezing while I rocked into her.
“Fuck,” she cried out, her hand moving to her breast, and twisting her body to the left before pumping back. The view was too much. I could see her large tits and her parted lips as she moaned and played with herself, while I owned her ass. It was fucking magic. My balls tightened and I tried to hold back. I’d let her control this.
“Yes, Gretchen, fuck yourself on me.” I lowered my hands down from her waist to her mound, stroking her little nub because I was about to nut hard into her ass and I wanted her coming with me.
“Yes, oh shit. I’m coming,” she shouted, sending both of us coming intensely. I pumped until I was completely spent and my body weak, resting my head between her shoulder blades. Oh hell, I forgot she was pregnant and I had my weight on her. I got off and pulled out then watched the lovely mess I made. My cream dripped out of her ass and I loved it. I owned every inch of her. But it was her heart that I was the most grateful to have. If I didn’t have that, she more than likely wouldn’t let my big fat dick anywhere near her ass—a win-win.
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Late September my little girl was born and we named her after my mother, Veronica Gretchen James. My family was larger than I ever thought possible and my life turned out to be amazing. It was all because of my heart, my soul, my Gretchen.
THE END