“Magnificent, isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s a magnificent mess, I can give you that much,” I tell Magnus with a smile, looking around the construction site. Dozens of workers rush from one side to the other, their bright yellow vests making them look like angry wasps looking for someone to sting. The roar of the heavy machinery adds to the confusion, and I have to focus so that I can Magnus’ reply.

“Give it time, Penny. Soon enough the tallest tower you can imagine will be right here, in the place where we are standing right now,” he says wistfully, looking up as if he could already see the Equinox Tower rising up into the skies. I look at him, smiling - I love the way his eyes seem to flicker whenever he starts talking about this tower. Swear to God, if I didn’t know him as well as I do, I’d think he loves that damn tower more than he loves me.

Even though there’s dust all around, and the endless chatter of the construction workers blends with the loud noise of the machinery, there’s a certain quietness to this place. Oh, you don’t agree with me? Well, try sleeping two and a half hours every night for God knows how long and then you’ll start agreeing with me.

You see, Luke (Magnus was right, it was a boy I was carrying in my belly) still hasn’t learned that he should sleep during the night, not cry every half an hour demanding milk. Ah, boys, they’re always so demanding, aren’t they? So, yeah, if you were wondering about the bags under my eyes, I hope that explains it.

Determined to give me a break, Magnus decided to ‘kidnap’ me and bring me on a date. Well, if you can call a visit to the Equinox Tower construction site a date, that is. We left Luke with a babysitter (a very expensive one), and made our way here in the stretch limo.

Yeah, this isn’t exactly an expensive dinner or a cliché stroll through Central Park, but this is a date alright. Nothing beats seeing the man you love making his dreams come true.

And nothing beats having some time for ourselves.

“Do you have an office in here?” I suddenly ask him, turning to him with a sly grin on my lips.

“An office?” He shouts over the sound of a jackhammer. “Yeah, there’s an office just around the corner,” he points at what looks like a ship container with a door and two windows, and I just grab his hand and start pulling him toward the improvised office.

“Where are we going?” He asks me, and I stop dead on my tracks and turn to him.

“Have you noticed,” I tell him, “that no one can hear shit around here?” He blinks once, twice, and then he finally understands what I’m telling him. There’s so much noise in this place that nobody can hear a thing. Imagine, for instance, if someone suddenly started to moan and scream at the top of her lungs… Nobody would hear it.

Hint, hint.

Already figured out where I’m going with this? Good, because I can’t wait to get inside that office and lock the door behind me. Magnus and I have kept our demanding sex schedule (three fucks a day, and you can tell the gym to go away - that’s my new motto), but it hasn’t been easy now that little Luke is part of our family. I’ve learned how to master the art of silence but, hell, I miss going all-out. And this is a date, right? Everyone knows what happens during a date.

“Finally,” I whisper, pulling him inside the office and closing the door behind me, the loud noises from outside now coming at us muffled and weakened. There’s a tiny couch pushed against one of the corners, and a desk littered with stacks of documents pushed against a wall. The sunlight streams through the windows, but I solve that by pulling on the curtains and concealing us from prying eyes.

I turn on my heels to face Magnus and place both my hands on his chest, biting down on my lower lip as I look at him seductively.

“We’re alone.”

“Alone,” he repeats, resting his big hands on my hips. I feel a warmness taking over me, and it doesn’t take long for that warmness to turn into a very wet situation right between my thighs.

“You told me there’s going to be a very big tower in here… Is there anything else that’s big? Or is it just the tower?” I ask him, one of my hands trailing down his chest and going over his belt until I finally flatten the palm of my hand against his crotch, the thick shape of his hard cock pulsing against my fingers.

“What do you think?”

“I think,” I start, curling my fingers and squeezing his cock over the fabric of his pants, “that I might have to take some measurements. Perhaps with my mouth.”

“That sounds good… But this is my office, and that means you have to play by my rules.”

“Rules?” My heart is drumming fast now, boiling blood surging through my veins.

“Rules,” he nods. “And rule number one is, you have to get out of that dress right now.”

“Oh, come on, now you’re just making stuff up,” I laugh, squeezing his cock so tightly that he groans.

“Yes, I am,” he growls, pushing my hips until I’m pinned between the wall and his body. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I want you out of that dress… Right fucking now.” With that, he pushes the straps down my shoulders and tugs on the fabric until it falls around my ankles, leaving me only in a matching black lace thong and bra, my favorite La Perla lingerie.

“Much better,” he whispers, pushing my hair back over my shoulder and leaning into me, his lips gently landing on my neck. I feel a shiver going up my spine as he traces the lines of my jaw with his lips, making a straight line toward my mouth.

I close my eyes and sigh as our mouths make contact, and it doesn’t take long for me to surrender to one unbridled kiss. He pushes me down onto the couch as our mouths dance around one another, and he takes one of his hands to between my shoulder blades. Unclasping my bra, he removes it deftly and then pulls back from our kiss, grinning all the way.

I bite on my lower lip perhaps too harshly as I feel my naked nipples coming into sight, and his grin widens at that. With his eyes locked on mine, he reaches for my breasts with boths hands and squeezes them eagerly before allowing one of his hands to make a descending line over my stomach. I part my legs by instinct, breathing hard, and he wastes no time - he flattens his hand over my wet thong, pressing hard against my pussy, and I let a loud moan fly out from between my lips.

He presses harder and harder and, when I come to my senses, I realize that I’m moaning so loudly that my throat is already complaining from the effort. Screw it - it feels good to do it! After having to fuck for God knows how many weeks like a ninja, it feels good to moan and scream as much as I can.

“This must go as well,” Magnus whispers, tracing the contour of my thumb with his index finger.

“It must go,” I repeat after him, raising my ass from the couch and allowing him to pull my underwear down my legs.

Leaning into me again, he starts kissing my neck, tracing a descending line each time his lips touch my skin. He traces careful and soft circles around my nipples with his tongue, then sucks on each of them eagerly before he carries on, kissing down my chest to my navel.

Oh, I see where this is going, and I like it.

“Lay down,” he commands me, and I do it as fast as I can, a wicked smile dancing on my lips.

He follows after me, laying down on the couch right between my open legs, and then he starts kissing my inner thighs, his fingers softly brushing the smooth skin around my pussy but never actually touching it. I know he wants to drive me crazy with just his mouth... And you know what? That sounds just right.

I keep still, taking deep breaths as he takes his time. When he lets the tip of his tongue gently fall on my clit, I can’t help but bite my lower lip, my unconscious mind fighting to take control.

With the expertise of a man that knows his way around my body better than anyone (even me), he circles my clit with his tongue before licking my folds in a downward line, all of this without laying his mouth on me.

Oh, this feels good. Carry on, Magnus, carry on..

I grab a handful of his hair and try to force him down but, of course, he doesn’t budge. He’s made of muscles, each one of them brimming with power. Much shorter and thinner than him, I’m no match for his imposing body. He does what he wants, when he wants.

Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. I take my other hand and hook all of my fingers on his hair like thorns, all while I thrust my hips upward. A grin dawns on my face as I feel his lips on me - I’ve learned to get what I want, you see.

He places his mouth over my clit, pressing down on it with his tongue; then he starts to suck, his tongue lashing out at me with such an intensity that I arch my back and lace my legs behind his neck. I close my eyes, allowing the wild and untamable pleasure that permeates me to run free.

Relentless, Magnus eats me out as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the whole universe. I sway my hips up down and from side to side, his open mouth matching the cadence of my body. He keeps going until I’m half-purring, half-moaning, my mind completely obliterated by the ferocity of his kiss.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he starts licking me up and down, his thumb tightly pressed over my clit. Two seconds of it and I go blind, the whole world fading away as I explode once more. My legs start jerking uncontrollably and I bury my fingers deep in his back, my limbs succumbing to the sweetest pleasure there is.

I’m still reeling from the orgasm when he slides two fingers inside of me at once, my moaning turning into full blown screaming. Without even allowing me to catch my breath, he starts to flick his wrist back and forth, his fingers sliding in and out of me at break neck speed while he continues to apply a maddening pressure on my clitoris.

It doesn’t take long for me to come again, small explosions of delight going off under my skin. I grit my teeth hard, a scream dying in my throat as another wave of pleasure hits me point blank; my whole body shakes and twitches, and I can’t even tell when one orgasm starts and the other ends.

“I… I want it…” I suddenly find myself saying as Magnus slides his fingers out of me.

“What?” He simply asks, but judging by the mischievous flicker on his eyes I guess he already knows the answer to his own question.

“Your cock,” I breathe out, sitting up straight on the couch. I let my body slide down the couch and, once I feel my knees touching the rough carpet floor, I lift my hands up get to work. I unbuckle his belt as fast as I can and then pull his belt out from its loop with a vicious yank; pushing his zipper down, I hold my breath for a few seconds as I gaze at the thick shape tenting his boxer briefs. I still have a hard time believing that that cock belongs to me, and only to me.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I grab his underwear, pushing it down his legs in one swift movement. His cock jumps out at once - it’s thick and long, and every inch of it is pulsing with ravenous desire. Which is absolutely perfect, since every hole in my body is also hungry for it.

“Looks delicious… As always,” I grin at him, curling my fingers around the root of his shaft. He almost growls at me as I say it, his cock throbbing against my fingers.

I start stroking him, taking one hand all the way up his length, and then making the same climb with my other hand. I go like that for a while, tugging on his member with both my hands in a flowing motion. His hips rock slightly forwards, telling me how he yearns to put his hardness inside of my mouth.

Oh, I can do that.

I let my hands go up to his stomach and I grab at his shirt, tugging on it sideways and making the buttons jump with a popping sound and scatter on the floor. He takes it out as I hurry down to his pants and boxer briefs and push them completely down his legs. Before he can step out of them, I go back to my feet once more, and then just go for it - I position myself on top of him, straddling him as he takes his shoes off and throws them away; he kicks off his pants too, and I take a whole second to marvel at the perfect naked man sitting on the couch under me.

Grinning, I place my hands on his shoulder and push on him, forcing him to lay down, and then I go to my knees right between his legs.

I lean into him, parting my lips and taking the tip of his hard cock inside of my mouth. I feel him exhale in pleasure, and I flick my tongue against his tip, circling it with soft and deliberate movements. His hands go to my head and he pushes me down with an almost anxious eagerness. I don’t even bother resisting his pressure - I want to feel that thickness of his inside my mouth, and I don’t want to wait for it. Going down his length, I push myself as hard as I can, straining to fit him all inside of my mouth. I pull back slowly the moment I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock.

Wrapping my fingers around his member, I start bobbing my head up and down, flicking my tongue at his cock as I suck on it. His breathing is growing rougher with each bob of my head and I up the pace, stroking him while I suck.

Letting go of my head, his fingers slide down my neck and go around my waist, caressing my inner thighs. I push my knees slightly apart, allowing him to place his hand on top of my pussy, one finger of his immediately finding the way to my clitoris. He doesn’t waste time - with his cock lodged deep inside my mouth, he slides one finger inside of me and starts to move it in and out and a furious pace. I sway my hips as he does it, my throat vibrating with a moan that can’t escape my lips because of his massive cock.

I like his fingers inside of me almost as much as I relish having him in my mouth. But there’s something else that we can do - something better.

I grab his hand and make him take his fingers out; then, I pop his cock out of my mouth and jump on top of him, my back turned to his face. Realizing what I’m about to do, he grabs me by the hips and pulls me into him, his mouth fitting right below my dripping pussy. I ease myself down softly, allowing his tongue to part my folds and jab in and out of me quickly, one hand of his going around my waist and pressing down on my clitoris.

My pussy on his face, I lean forwards, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my mouth. I let it slide inside of me in a hurry, his burning flesh rolling over my tongue hastily. I suck on him as hard as I can, cupping and caressing his balls with one hand.

I try to focus on what I’m doing, but it’s harder than it seems. He keeps flicking his tongue at me, thrusting with it and then sliding it all along my slit, all while he rubs on my clit with the dexterity of a true master. We’re pleasing each other with our mouths - my pussy in his mouth, his cock in mine - and it feels like the perfect thing to happen during our little date. I sway my hips against his face as hard as I can, all the muscles in my body tensing up as a nocked arrow, and I realize that I’m already dangling over the edge of pleasure.

Just like that, I take his cock out of my mouth and let a high-pitched scream tumble out of my mouth and fill the small cramped office. I grab his knees hard, arching my back as a jolt of mind numbing electricity runs through my spine. I’m coming hard and, fuck, he doesn’t ease up. He keeps licking me, his fingers hooked on my hips and keeping me in place. I tremble in ecstasy like a madwoman until I can’t take it anymore; I roll to the side, closing my eyes and breathing hard.

“Now it’s my turn to say it,” I hear him say as I roll to the side. “I want it. I want your pussy,” he growls, and then he sits up on the couch and pulls me onto his lap. Straddling him once more, I lock eyes with him and let a spirited wildness take over me.

“Then take it,” I simply say, and he moves fast.

Sliding his hand between my legs, he feels the wet folds of my pussy with his fingertips and then, no warning at all, he just thrusts his hips forward and presses the tip of his cock against me. With expert and caring movements, he moves his hips slowly, rubbing the head of his cock over the length of my folds. He keeps doing that until it becomes almost unbearable. I know what game he’s playing, and I don’t really want to play it.

I bury my fingernails on his back and, summoning all of my strength, I thrust at him. He holds his position, only allowing his tip to slide inside of me - but that’s already enough for me to moan harshly, the sound climbing up my throat in a hurry. I buck my hips more fiercely, wanting to feel all of him.

He knows it’s no use fighting me, so he simply thrusts with all his might - in a fraction of a second his cock parts my wet folds and strains against my inner walls as it slides deep inside of me. He slides back out and then goes all the way in once again - with each thrust of his my moans grow louder and fiercer.

His rhythm grows patiently, his body moving in a perfect cadence as if every single muscle in his body was designed with one simple purpose in mind: pleasing me. And my God, I’m inclined to believe that’s really the truth - each time he thrusts it’s like the most perfect thing ever, almost a religious experience.

My fingernails bury themselves deeper into his flesh as he guides me towards a masterful crescendo, this symphony of pleasure close to the climax. I moan - no, I scream as he thrusts, every muscle in my body burning from the inside out. I pull him in hard and force him to stop moving as wild spasms take hold of my muscles. My whole body is electrified, high voltage running through me with the ferocity of a thunderstorm. I come for the second time, stabs of pleasure piercing my mind without any semblance of mercy.

I don’t even wait for my body to recover from this orgasm - with my pussy still spasming around his cock, I place my hands on his chest and make a sideways movement with my hips, forcing him to roll to the side. As he lays down on his back I follow after him, rolling on top of him while his cock never slides out of me.

Now with the upper hand, I grab his wrists and place his hands on my breasts; he squeezes them happily, his fingertips brushing over my nipples as I start swaying my body back and forth. I ride him hard, screaming with an intensity I have sorely missed during these past weeks.

Each time I move my hips it’s as if something wild and primal stirs inside of me, pushing me forward until my feet are dangling over the edge of an abyss of undescriptible pleasure.

“Oh God!” I exhale sharply, lighting hitting me all at once. I scream, my throat growing sore with the effort as ecstasy flies through my veins.

I feel Magnus’ cock pulsing harshly inside my pussy, but I’m not ready to give up just yet. Oh no, not at all. With my muscles still twitching in pleasure, I grab his cock by the root and slowly get up, his shaft sliding out of me.

He looks at me with wide eyes, not believing I stopped when he was so close to the end. That’s me, my sweet ex-stepdaddy - I’ve learned a few tricks from you, it seems. Winking at him, a devious smile on my lips, I go up to my feet and then kneel down on the floor; I bend forward and place both my hands on the floor, assuming and all-fours position and wiggling my ass from side to side as an invitation.

With hungry movements, he kneels himself behind me and, grabbing his cock, aims it straight at my pussy. He pushes his cock against my folds and, hooking his fingers on my thighs, he thrusts with all that he has. I let out a high-pitched scream the moment I feel him piercing me, an omen of unstoppable pleasure to the way he slides his cock in me to the hilt.

He fucks me in abandonment, his movements a perfect compass of never-ending joy. He thrusts so hard that, before I know it, my elbows start burning from the carpet underneath me, locks of sweaty hair falling in front of my face as my body sways back and forth wildly.

“Oh, God, oh God,” I moan over and over again, delighted with the way pleasure laces the words coming out of my mouth.

“That’s it, cum for me,” Magnus says, leaning forwards just enough so that I can hear him over the steady sound of his thighs slapping against my ass.

“Harder…” I simply mumble, my voice quivering. “Harder!”

He doesn’t say a word - he simply rams his cock into me with as much strength as he can. Just like that, I come once more.

It’s an avalanche, there’s no other way to put it. It’s as if I’m being hit by a pure mountain of pleasure, ecstasy covering me and making me drown in it. I don’t even know if I’m moaning or screaming, and I don’t even care. I collapse to the floor, all of my energy fading away as my body twitches and spasms uncontrollably.

I remain frozen, my right cheek on the carpet as Magnus keeps pounding me with the ferocity of a wild beast. I don’t even know why I do it, but I place my hands against the floor and prop myself up once more. I move knees and thighs forward, forcing him to slide out of me. Turning to him, I smile lazily.

“Come for me, daddy,” I whisper. Even though he’s my husband and the father of my child, I simply can’t resist calling him daddy whenever we’re going at it. It just feels right in the most wrong way, you know?

He takes the hint and stands up, towering over me like a God. I can’t help but marvel at the way his taut muscles move, as if he was God’s greatest engineering feat. Grinning and still shaking, I reach for his cock and start stroking him hard, using both my hands. I go as fast as I can, his cock feeling like hardened steel under my fingers, and I don’t stop until I feel it pulsing violently and starting to spasm.

Before I can even react, thick strands of cum gush out of him and into me. His warm semen hits me straight in the face; I open my mouth, allowing his salty juices to coat my tongue as well. I keep stroking him, my hands moving in a blur as an endless fountain of cum springs from his cock. He keeps going for who knows how long, completely covering me in his fluids: I feel it dripping down my face and neck, long strands of it already covering my breasts and chest.

Only when his cock gives its dying spasms do I let go of it; I take my hands to my breasts then, running them over his glistening fluids and spreading them evenly over my chest. Magnus looks at me in a trance, his eyes never leaving the circular movements of my hands. I grab his right hand and gently pull him down; he goes to his knees right in front of me and I grab at his hair, forcing him to lower his head towards my chest.

What am I doing? I truly have no idea, but Magnus leans forward willingly. He places his lips over my drenched tits, scooping up strands of his cum as he laps with his tongue at my left nipple. More, I want more!

Allowing instinct to dictate what I’m doing, I grab his hair even more firmly, forcing him to throw his head back. Then I lean into him, pressing my mouth against his; our cum coated lips slide off against each other, the flavor of his mouth and semen mixing in a mind-numbing way. I close my eyes and slide my tongue inside his mouth, feeling the saltiness of his semen dancing between our lips.

I pull back, smiling as I see a strand of cum dangling from his lower lip; I lean in once again, licking it off his mouth with the tip of my tongue.

Completely naked and covered in cum, I let myself fall back on the floor and laugh. I laugh as loud as I can, the sound of my voice filling the whole office, and then suddenly sit up and look at Magnus straight in the eyes.

“What are you laughing about?” He asks, tenderly smiling.

“I feel like some horny teenager right now, sneaking so that I can get some alone-time with the local bad boy.”

“Are you saying I’m a bad boy? Because I’m the nicest guy you’ll ever meet,” he teases me, reaching for my right nipple and pinching it devilishly.

“Of course you are,” I laugh again, and then just crush my lips against his one more time for good measure.

Outside, hundreds of workers continue their mission of making the Equinox Tower dream come true, completely oblivious that their boss and his wife have just fucked themselves to exhaustion. And all just a few feet away from them.

Ah, forget about the money and the fame. Nothing beats making memories like this with the man you love.

I’m the luckiest woman on Earth, that much is for sure.