“Sugar, stop talking.” I settled between her legs, staring up her beautiful, soft body.

Suzy curled her fingers into my hair as I leaned forward. “I wonder what…” she started to say, but she grew quiet as I ran my tongue across her clit.

She didn’t listen, but she never does. The girl was quiet as a church mouse when I met her, but somehow, I turned her into a chatterbox. Even in bed, she wants to yammer on about the kids and shit.

The only thing I cared about was the sweetness and slice of heaven between my wife’s legs. I could give two fucks right now if the kids are sleeping, how they feel, or what was on their schedule for tomorrow.

It was our first night without the kids in weeks. The twins had a sleepover birthday party, and Gigi was on a school trip that probably involved zero learning. Freedom. I loved my kids, but damn, I missed my wife and the days we used to have without interruptions and clothing.

“Maybe we can…”

I propped myself on my elbows and glared at her. “Let’s try something new.”

I can’t do this all night, babbling on about the kids when we may not have another weekend alone for God knows how long. So, it was time to pivot and do it big because I didn’t want to spend the entire weekend with her thinking only of the kids.

“Okay,” she whispered with her eyebrows drawn together.

I slid off the bed and grabbed my jeans off the floor. I was about to stage an intervention with my wife, and it had to be sexy as fuck to keep her in the right headspace. “Get dressed.” I hadn’t thought this out because my cock wasn’t too cooperative as I tried to jam it back into my pants. “Put on the sexiest dress you have in that closet. We’re going out.”

“What?” She didn’t move, just gawked at me like I was speaking a foreign language.

“You have thirty minutes,” I told her as I stalked out of the room, leaving her naked and spread-eagled.

I heard her feet land on the floor before she scurried across the carpeting to her closet.

“Whore it up,” I yelled from the stairway as I headed downstairs to set my plan into motion.

Suzy had shared her fantasies with me. Many of them we’d lived out, but lately, motherhood had become her main focus. It was time to center her again and remind her of who we are...what we used to be.

Within minutes, I had reservations at a hotel downtown with a swanky bar in the lobby for tonight’s fantasy. I changed quickly in the downstairs spare bathroom and had plenty of time to spare before Suzy started to walk down the grand staircase with her tits spilling out of the top of a very tight and small black dress. To top it off, she had on sky-high red heels that screamed sex and, again, made my dick hard.

It didn’t matter that we’d been married for fifteen years; the woman did wicked shit to me. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t want to stake my claim and leave my mark on her. She could still steal my breath with a single glance and captivate me with her smile. Her innocence hadn’t been lost, even being married to an asshole like me. Suzy was and always would be Suzy. Sweet, innocent, and loving to a fault, but she was mine forever.

She’d swept her hair to the side in a partial updo reminiscent of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, a movie Suzy’d made me watch more times than I could count. She loved a good fairy tale and bragged to everyone she met that she was living one after I found her on the side of the road and rescued her.

“You look…” I swallowed, unsure of the words I wanted to use next. There were so many that fit her as she descended the stairs with a gentle sway to her hips, somehow walking gracefully in the heels. “Fuckable.”

It wasn’t the classiest word, but it was the first thing that came to mind. Leaving the house wasn’t going to be easy. I wanted to grab her hand and march her right back upstairs and rip the dress from her skin, but I needed to stay on course.

Don’t be an asshole.

She blushed and tossed her hair over her shoulder before coming to stand in front of me. “Thank you very much.” She placed her hands on my chest and pushed her marvelous tits against me. “So do you.”

“Ready to go?” I asked, and my voice cracked on the last word. My resistance was on the edge of breaking, and she knew it.

The corner of her lips turned up as she grazed my cock with her stomach. “Are you sure you want to go out?” Her smirk grew more sinister.

I didn’t answer in words. Hooking my arm around her waist, I hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her out the door.