I watch my wife ascend the stage to do the presentation. I’ve decided to commemorate our first official public appearance in L.A. as husband and wife with a bang.

We were abroad for two months. I really took some time off from work to be with Anya on our honeymoon, to enjoy each other without the judgmental eyes that plagued us in L.A.

Anya completed her apprenticeship with Jean-Pierre Le Blanc in Paris. My baby has landed herself a lucrative contract with Blank Inc. without my help. I’ve never been more proud.

We also renewed our vows in Paris. We flew in the most important people in our lives to witness the simple but elegant ceremony. I made sure it was everything my angel wanted, and the happiness in her eyes told me so.

We would have stayed away longer. After all, I’ve worked all my life and I could afford a year off, but it was Anya who wanted us back home. She missed our house apparently, and her friends. We’ve decided to face the music once and for all.

So, here we are now.

She stands behind the podium, so beautiful my heart swells. I can sense the audience’s unease. I’m blatantly breaking protocol and letting my wife speak for me despite my presence here. I want them all to look at her, to see what I saw in her— her beauty inside and out.

She doesn’t disappoint. She speaks with eloquence, sincerity and compassion.

“…I’d like to call on to the stage my husband, David…”

A round of applause.

I inwardly smirk. They will not dare snub my ass, even if they’re dying to cast the sanctimonious stones at me. I’m donating ten million dollars tonight for whatever endeavor this foundation deems fit to put into.

I join my wife at the podium.

I stand beside her, my shoulders set rigidly. I stare at the audience, my jaw tense, daring everyone to judge us.

Fuck, I’m more nervous than I thought I’d be. Anya is with me. I’m afraid I’d be ruthless with anybody who’d dare insult her or hurt her in any way. I’m quite vindictive where my baby is concerned.

“To quote that legendary guy from that old scandalous biopic of his…which is more obscene? THIS?”

She turns to me, smiles sweetly and plants a gentle kiss on my lips.

I freeze the fuck up in shock.

I can only stand there and receive it. Her courageous display of her love for me.

Mischief dances in her eyes as she faces the audience again. I’m pretty sure the old folks are going to have a collective stroke any moment. I have to give it to my girl. Anya is more ingenious at pissing on the puritanical hypocrisy of this bunch of stuck-ups than I’ll ever be.

“Or THAT!” Anya gestures with her hand on the screen. Pictures of people in various stages of suffering flash one after the other. War. Famine. Terminal diseases. Ravaged bodies. Suffering eyes. Too many to count.

Anya’s voice resonate inside me and I’m so fucking proud and in love my eyes tear up.

“…We take time for granted. Time that we don’t have control of anyway. Time that we only borrowed from Above. We spend time thinking about the most trivial matters, giving more value to the things that momentarily gratify us but hurt us in the end. I don’t want to waste time thinking about the most inconsequential things. There is so much we can do to make this world a better place. David and I have committed to this endeavor with one goal in our hearts—never waste time doing nothing to help others. There is never a better time to do something good than today. Right this minute. Let’s pledge this commitment now as David and I have. Thank you very much.”

A few beats of complete silence. And then a standing ovation.

It lasts more than all the standing ovations I’ve ever received in the past.

For the first time in my life as a member of this society that I was born into, I feel truly accepted.

And yeah, loved.

I hold Anya’s hand and kiss it.

She smiles at me.

My entire future is in that smile, and I’m looking forward to living it every day.

Unapologetic, but grateful.

“You nailed it, baby,” I say near her ear.

“Uhm, what about you nail me in the dressing room?,” she whispers back.

I throw my head back and laugh. But I’m already hard.

I slam the door of the dressing room shut.

“They will know we’re in here,” she tells me even as her hands are frantic on my belt.

“Let’s give them something juicy to talk about.”

She kneels in front of me, unzips my pants and pulls out my cock.

“As juicy as this?” She looks up at me and licks her lips, gripping my huge erection at the base. I’m already leaking at the tip.

I lean back hard on the door, enthralled by the sight before me. Jesus H. She looks straight out of a dirty old man’s perverted fetish. Fuck yeah, I’m a fucking dirty old man and I don’t give a shit.

“Suck it,” I command.

She opens her fiery red lips and takes my cock in.

I’m counting my blessings. I hope I’ll not have a heart attack watching this twenty years from now.

Half of my length disappears in her mouth and I want to roll my eyes as she begins doing this incredible suctions with her cheeks and tongue. She’s been practicing a lot and she has perfected the technique now. Ain’t I the luckiest son of a bitch?

I frame her face with my palms as she loves my cock like nobody else have. I’m just so glad she likes doing this. “Yes, suck it hard, my greedy angel.”

I pull out of her pretty mouth and help her up on her feet. I devour her lips, these delicious, talented lips that never cease to amaze me. Then I turn her around and bend her over the vanity.

“Dave…” she keens.

“Is your pussy ready for Daddy?”

He presses her ass against my cock, wiggling it. “Oh yes, Daddy. Yes! Please!”

I grope under her gown and push her panties down her legs. My fingers find her wet and ready for me.

I flip her gown, exposing her mouthwatering ass. I squeeze the cheeks. She’s moving her hips in this unbelievably sexy way my precum drips on the smooth globes.

“Dave, please…”

I open her pussy lips with my fingers and guide my cock in her little hole.

I impale her in one go.

She gasps. I grunt like a bull in a rut. Her tightness pulls at my length. She’s learned to use her inner muscles to drive me out of my mind.

We fuck like it’s our last chance to fuck.

Fast. Hard. Deep.

My fingers rub her clit and the sounds of pleasure she’s making wash over me like a bucket of happy drug. I’ll never get tired hearing it.

We watch us in the mirror.

So beautiful. My angel.

My eyes blur as my orgasm claws deliciously at my balls. But she’s with me every step of the way.

“I love you, angel. I love you. Come for Daddy. Come, come, come.”

My strokes are long and deep, her juices bathing my thick surging pleasure, seeping through my fingers.

“Dave…Oh god, Dave, I’m pregnant!” she cries out as her eyes shut tightly, her climax seizing her sweet body.

I freeze the fuck up at her words just as my cum shoots out of me. My vision blurs. I close my eyes.

I get destroyed inside her. Splintering into a million pieces.

Irrevocably. Irreparably destroyed.

I swim in white-hot bliss, watching the fragments of me fly in weightlessness.

But I come together again, piece by piece. Whole, but more than I was before.

I splay my hands reverently over her stomach.

I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in deeply. Anya’s scent after an orgasm is the best.

Then we’re smiling at each other in the mirror, tears flowing down our faces.

“Our kids aren’t going to call you, Daddy. Only I get to call you that,” she tells me and man, does she look serious.

I grin. “Pops would be cool. They were conceived from my…” My hips bump her ass playfully. “Pop pop pop.”

She bursts out laughing.

Her pussy ripples around my cock.

I hug her tight. “Thank you, baby. I’m so happy. I love you like you have no idea.”

“I think I do.” She squeezes me inside her.

I groan, growing hard again.

Yeah well, I’m so fucked.

Forever.