“Are you done yet in there, my sexy wife?” I yell to Quinn as she is finishing up the last of her work. Since we got married, she likes it when I call her my wife.

“I just finished,” she struts outside so gorgeous, all sexy, and sits on my lap. “How’s my husband?”

“Better now,” I hold her warm body, close to mine. We are on the front porch of our home in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, and this time of year the weather is gorgeous. Bell and Tink graze on the fifty acres of land that we own, and since we moved them here, they are in heaven. Tink’s leg has been great, they both seem in better health. I credit the elevation.

“You know, we probably don’t even need to buy hay anymore,” I tell her as we watch them eat, and she says to me, “You are not about to starve my girls.”

“They are far from starved, how do you think they live in the wild? You think some sexy little lady hand feeds them carrots and hay every day out there.”

“I don’t care about the wild, that’s how I do things here, in our house, and our life, and we are going to keep feeding them hay.”

“Jesus, it was just an option.”

She grins and cups the side of my face, still looking out at the view as she rubs me and I ask her. “Work good?”

“It was.”

“You get anything done today?”

“Nope.”

After we agreed to move up here together, she didn’t want to leave her job, so they are allowing her to work out of the house a few days a week, which keeps her busy. I’d rather her do nothing, but I get that she wants to work. I, however, am done. I will never work another day in my life. I have more than enough money to take care of us forever.

“What’s for dinner?” she asks me as the oven dings as we wander inside. I always cook for her, and she loves it.

“Spinach lasagna,” I tell her, taking out the hot heaping pan of it.

“Smells good.” I serve us both plates as she pours us wine and then she says to me, “You know, once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna miss wine.”

“The doctor said you can have a glass every once in a while.”

“Is it safe, though?”

“I’m sure it is, or he wouldn’t have said that.”

Sitting down to eat, her eyes are on mine, and I can’t believe this is what my life has become. From having a crazy obsessive drive to own my own company, to now being content with the little things in life. It’s a complete one-eighty, and I couldn’t be happier.

“Did I tell you that Stan offered to split the season tickets to the Nuggets games next season?”

“Really? Wait ‘til I tell Ted.”

“No way,” she scoffs at me.

“Come on; that was a one-time thing.” The last time Ted and I went to a game together, we got a little drunk and crazy and…you can guess the rest.

“It better have been, because next time I’m not bailing your ass out of jail.”

“Peeing in public really shouldn’t be illegal, I’m just saying.” She hits me on the arm as I pull her onto my lap. Her face is so happy in the evening light. I love to see her smile; it’s what I work for every day.

Reaching down, I cup her sex. Her grin gets bigger, and I can’t wait any longer. Lifting her up, I take her into our bedroom, tossing her down on the plush fabric of our comforter. She giggles, a sound I depend greatly upon.

“Get your hat,” she tells me as I pull my shirt off over my head.

“Do you have a fetish for cowboys?” I ask her in my best Southern accent.

“Yes, tattooed cowboys,” she tells me and strips naked, lying there so willing and ready. “Then I better grab my whip.”

Taking it from the closet along with my hat, I find her kneeling, panting for my dick. “You miss me?” I ask her and stroke myself.

“Uh huh.”

“You wanna suck my cock clean?”

“Yes, sir.”

“If I let you suck me, are you gonna make me come?”

She stops me from playing and dives in. Wrapping those tight, tight lips around me. I grunt, as loud as I want, pummeling her mouth. Taking the whip, I trail it over her skin, loving how it pricks beneath the tip of the leather.

Pulling back, I land a hard smack on her ass. She moans and sucks me faster. “Touch yourself,” I tell her, looking to the side as she kneels there and plays with her pussy, letting me fuck her mouth so good.

I hit her again, and she whimpers for more. She rubs her pussy faster, pushing me so close to the edge, but I hold on, not giving over to her yet.

Pulling out of her mouth, she kneels panting for me, and I place the handle of my whip in between her teeth. “You know what happens if you drop this, right?”

She nods and I spread open her ass and pussy, so tempted to go right where I’ll end up, but waiting because we have a purpose.

Sliding inside of her tight wet slit, my balls swell, so horny for her bent over like this. I need to blow. The rule is, she drops the whip and I fuck her ass. Which will happen as soon as I come, because her ass has become both of our favorites. She can come again and again from me fucking it, but we are trying to have a baby, and that means she’s gotta let me come in her pussy first.

Fucking her hard, she whimpers from the fullness, and I rub her clit. She arches upwards, her back against my chest as she coaxes me on through gritted teeth. “Yes, fuck me harder.”

“Oh, you like it rough.”

I barrel faster and faster, knowing this could be it. This could be the moment we create a child, and I hold her close, knowing if it is, I will not make the same mistakes that have happened in my life with our kid. Cum shoots inside of her, and she screams, dropping the whip. I latch onto her neck, loving her and these times we share together more than anything else in my life. I suck hard on the soft skin, teasing and biting her, knowing no one will see us for weeks. Up here we are unplugged from the world, alone, just the two of us in our own oasis. A place we’ve built and cherished, a place where I’ve fallen in love with her all over again, and I hope that in nine months, it will be the three of us.