Twenty Years Later
Spencer
“Honey, come on. We’re going to be late!” My love for my wife has grown more every day since we met, but if she doesn’t get her cute butt in the car in the next five minutes, I am going to spank her, and not in the sexy way. Okay, it would still be sexy, but it would also sting.
“I know, I know. I’m coming. I haven’t been on national TV like this since you played. I’m nervous.” She comes sweeping down the stairs, and I lose my breath for a moment. She’s wearing a knee-length navy dress that hugs her curves while showing nothing indecent. It shimmers as she moves, and I can’t take my eyes off her. Her hair is swept up in a neat twist, and her makeup is minimal but beautiful.
“Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” My cock lengthens inside my dress pants, and I suddenly don’t care how late we are going to be.
“No, do not start that now. Part of the reason we’re so late is because you had to go down on me for an hour after I got out of the shower.” Jenny shuffles past me, her sweet, natural scent teasing me on her way.
I reach for her, but she skitters out of range before I can make contact. She knows just as well as I do that if I catch her, our son is going to be pissed because we’ll be late. Again. We are kind of known for getting carried away and being late to events. I used to feel guilty about it, but after almost twenty-five years with the woman I love, and almost losing her to breast cancer, I’ve learned never to feel guilty about spending more time with my wife. And now that the kids are all out of the house, I want her more than ever.
But today of all days, we really can’t do this. “Okay, okay, you’re right.”
Our new condo in Dallas is close to the stadium, but with event traffic, I still want to make sure we have plenty of time. It isn’t every day you watch your son get drafted into the NFL after all.
I’m not supposed to know yet, but I have connections in the league and have been assured that he will be going in the first round to the Cowboys, just like his dad. He doesn’t know yet that we’ve bought a part-time place here so we can be at every single game.
After getting Jenny settled into the car, I jog around and slip in beside her. “This is so surreal. Feels like yesterday we were sitting in my dad’s living room, waiting to get the call about what team would take me. Now our son is going to be in that room full of people waiting to hear the same thing.”
“Funny how different the two of you are, yet still so much alike.” Jen squeezes my hand and gives me the soft smile she uses when she is thinking back on all our days together.
She’s right. Logan is much different than his dad. He is much flashier, funny, and loves to have an audience. But he has his serious side too, knows when to buckle down and get the job done. He is an even better player than I ever was. One thing we have in common though: he is waiting for the love of his life too. We’ve managed to avoid those questions in the media, but he confided in me after his graduation that he wanted what his mother and I have, and he planned to wait until he found the right person. It was never something we pushed on him, but he knows our story, and his grandparents’ story.
“You have tissues in your purse?” I glance over and see she is already starting to tear up.
Jenny nods and unclasps her bag, tilting it to me so I can see the only thing she has inside are tissues. I can’t help but laugh. She was never a crier until becoming a mom. But every milestone, no matter whether it was the kids taking their first step, going to their first dance, graduating, or getting drafted, she cries like a baby. Just another thing I love about her. Her pride for our children just spills over.
I shift my hand to her thigh, creeping my fingers up those sexy stockings held up by a garter belt. “Want me to distract you?”
“Spencer. You keep your eyes on the road, mister.” She tries to use her mom voice on me, but it has no effect. Much to her dismay.
“What, you don’t think I can make you come without looking? Don’t you know better by now?” My wife really should know better than to give me a challenge like that. There is nothing I like more than overcoming challenges.
“Spence . . . oh God.” Her words dissolve into obscene moans as my fingers slip past her panties and delve straight into her wet pussy.
“Quarter of a century later, and you’re still always ready for me.” I slide my thumb up to her clit as I pump my fingers into her at random. She loves when she can’t predict what I’ll do next. Keeps her on edge and guessing.
“Oh God, don’t say it like that. It makes us sound so old.” Jenny shifts her hips higher, eager to meet my fingers, to get me deeper.
Those little moans and whimpers I love so much keep pouring from her mouth, and my cock is practically begging to be let out to enjoy the fun. But he’ll have to wait until later tonight.
“We are old, sweetheart, but I’d rather be old with you than young with anyone else. Now be a good wife, and pinch those nipples for me. We’re almost there, and I need you to come on my fingers before we reach valet.”
She does as I say and takes each nipple into her hands, pinching them over her beautiful dress.
“If you don’t want to be on edge all night, you better let go of that orgasm, baby. Or do you want the valet guy to see me finger fucking my wife? Is that what you want? ’Cause I’m not stopping.”
My words do the trick, and Jenny goes off like the firecracker she is, screaming and clawing at my arm, writhing around in the seat as I continue to pet her G-spot and clit at the same time. Before long she is slumped back in the seat, and I begin licking my fingers clean. The taste of her juices had me hooked the first time I feasted on her, and all these years later, I still crave them on a daily basis.
Quickly, Jen straightens her dress down over her legs, fixes her hair that I messed up a little, and touches up her lipstick. “Wipe that grin off your face. The kids will know right away why we’re late if you don’t.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I hop out of the car and stop the valet attendant from helping my wife up. That will always be my job. Before we walk into the madness inside the stadium, I pull her close and wrap my arms around her. “I love you. Thank you for giving me our children and our wonderful life.”
“I love you, too. Thank you for looking past a room of writhing naked people and finding the wallflower in the corner.”
I can’t help but laugh at her words. Only the two of us, and Jenny’s best friend, know that I met the love of my life and the mother of my children at an orgy. They wouldn’t believe us even if they did.
We hurry down the red carpet, avoiding the cameras when possible, and step into the bustling auditorium. Right in the middle of the craziness are our three children, all dressed to the nines and sitting around a table, laughing together.
My chest expands with all the love and amazement that fills me whenever our family is together. I know I’m a lucky man, and I will never take it for granted.
The End
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