The sound of the slap fills the room before I feel the sting against my ass. Heath grunts as he slams his cock deep inside of me from behind. I push my hips backward to meet his hard strokes. Fucking his cock as he fucks me.

My eyes slide closed on a whimper and Heath lifts his hand, wrapping it around my mouth to muffle my sounds. Dylan is sleeping in the living room, and we’re in the kitchen.

Unfortunately, these days with a fourteen-month-old we have to stay dressed. However, Heath found a loophole he’s pretty proud of. I’m only allowed to wear dresses, and no undergarments.

He reaches around, grabbing ahold of my breast from over the top of the soft cotton fabric of my sundress and squeezes as his hips continue to slam into my ass from behind.

My eyes close as I let out a long moan, fucking him harder, searching for my climax. I release one of my hands from the grip I hold on the counter and slip it between my thighs. My nails gently glide along Heath’s balls, and he lets out a groan of his own.

Spreading two fingers apart I place them on either side of his cock and feel as he slides in and out of me. He’s wet from my pussy and it makes me shiver. Shifting my fingers, I press them against my clit and begin to quickly, and firmly, touch myself.

I hear a cry, and I know it’s Dylan waking from his nap. “Come around my cock, Sugar. Squeeze me,” Heath rasps against my ear, his hips ferociously slamming against me, pounding into me with zero gentility.

Moaning against his hand, I rub my clit harder and his cock continues working me until my eyes roll in the back of my head and I come on a muffled scream.

“Goddamn, Kinsley,” he growls against my ear. “Milk that cock, Sugar. Fuck, yes,” he hisses. His own release takes over him and I feel his muscles trembling as he fills me with his warm release.

My head hangs down and I look at the kitchen floor attempting to catch my breath. Heath gently glides out of me and rearranges my dress. Then he bends over my back and brushes his lips across my neck. “I’ll go get him up, Sugar,” he chuckles.

A few seconds later I straighten and make my way over to the sink, my eyes closing as I wash my hands with warm soapy water, feeling my husbands cum between my thighs, leaking down just the way he likes it. He’s perverted, and I love it.

Turning around when I hear my two men walk into the kitchen I can’t help but smile. Dylan has his head resting against Heath’s neck, one my personal favorite places to rest my own head, and he has his thumb securely between his lips.

Dylan’s eyes meet mine, and he smiles around his thumb. Walking over to them, I run my fingers down his cheek. “Good afternoon, my sweet boy,” I whisper before placing my lips on his chubby cheek.

“Have you thought more about what we talked about this morning?” Heath asks, as he hands Dylan over to me.

I cuddle my boy, my eyes tracking Heath as he finishes the lunch for Dylan that I had started making before he bent me over and fucked me into oblivion. I bite the inside of my cheek, my eyes watching as he continues to make the sandwich I’d started fifteen minutes ago.

“You mean, about trying for another baby?” I ask.

Heath lifts his eyes to me, his brow raised, and I can tell he’s annoyed. I’m purposely acting as if this conversation is one I don’t want to have.

Tonight, his family is coming over for dinner and I know that I need to tell him before they arrive. I tried to talk to him while Dylan was still napping but he had other things in mind.

“Yeah, Sugar,” he grunts.

Closing the distance between us, I place my hand on his arm. He stops his movements and looks over at me. “No, I don’t think we should try,” I murmur.

I watch as a muscle twitches in his jaw. Fire ignites in his gaze and I can tell he’s waging a war inside of himself. He’s been biding his time, being patient with me while I attempt this new role as wife and mother.

Clearing my throat, I repeat myself. “No, I don’t think we should try, because I’m already pregnant,” I add.

The butter knife he’s holding clatters to the counter and I watch as he braces his hands on the edge, his eyes never leaving mine. “What?” he whispers in disbelief.

My lips turn up into a smile. “We don’t need to try, Heath. I took the test this morning. You were already engrossed in work by the time I took it, but I’m pregnant again.”

He reaches out, tugging me against him and arranges me so that he doesn’t squish Dylan when he hugs me close. “Sugar, I want to fuck you again,” he rasps against my ear.

I let out a giggle at his words. “Dylan has one more nap before your parents come over. When he’s down, I’ll interrupt you from your work,” I offer.

He lifts his head from my ear and looks down at me, a smile the size of Texas on his lips. “I’ll be waiting, Sugar,” he rasps.

Heath finishes Dylan’s lunch and I watch him saunter out of the kitchen. I let out a small giggle once he’s out of the room. He’s obviously happy with my announcement, which makes me glad because I’m on top of the world.

I let out a sigh and place Dylan in his highchair before giving him his lunch. Placing my hand on my stomach, I close my eyes for a moment and just breathe.

Two years ago, I never imagined I would be where I am now, and although my life may not seem like anything thrilling to someone on the outside, Heath makes every day an adventure even though we don’t leave our home often.

I venture out and take Dylan to mommy-and-me exercise classes and to the park, but for the most part we’re still living a reclusive lifestyle and loving every second of it.

My parent’s wave as they back out of our long dirt drive. I moved my little family out of town, and to the country about a year ago. Sliding my hand around Kinsley’s hip, I tug her a little closer to my side as my parents continue on their path.

“I’m going to miss them,” she whispers.

Dipping my chin, I press my lips to the top of her head before I speak. “Sugar, it’s for the weekend,” he chuckles.

“They’re my babies, though,” she states.

I shake my head, turning us around and guide her into the house. I’m anxious to get this dress off of her. Now that we have the boys, we don’t spend as much time naked as we used to.

This weekend for our anniversary, our five-year anniversary, all I want is my wife naked and spread out for me for two entire days. Nothing more, nothing less.

As soon as the front door closes behind us, I flip the lock. “Take it off, Sugar,” I demand glancing down at her.

I watch as her entire body shivers and she reaches for the hem of her sundress. I have to admit I don’t mind her little dresses so much. She goes without panties, so we actually have fun finding the time to sneak in a quick fuck here and there throughout the day.

However, I miss being able to gaze at her naked body, touch, taste and slide inside of her anytime I want without the fear of little eyes on us.

My breath hitches when she’s completely bare in front of me. I quickly remove my clothes, joining her. I watch as her eyes travel down to my cock and her tongue peeks out to wet her bottom lip.

I grunt, wrapping my hand around my dick, stroking it for her viewing pleasure. “Heath,” she whispers as her big brown eyes lift to my own.

I shake my head once, stroking myself again, slowly. “Sugar, I need that cunt, now where do you want me to take it?” I ask, my voice hoarse and raspy with need.

She glances around, and I watch as her gaze lingers toward the backyard. “Outside, Sugar. Hurry on now,” I chuckle.

Kinsley doesn’t even question me. She turns around and I watch her plump ass sway as she walks toward the backyard. I admire her body as she walks away from me. She’s even curvier now that she’s had my boys, but goddamn if she isn’t sexier today than ever.

By the time I shake myself out of my staring contest with Kinsley’s ass she’s already slipped outside. I hurry toward the backyard, my heart racing with excitement.

I can’t remember the last time we fucked outside, it’s been years. I know my sugar likes being fucked in the open, so this is as much for me, as it is for her.

Once I’m outside my breath comes out in a groan, at the sight in front of me. Kinsley is sitting on our lounger, her knees bent, her feet flat and her thighs spread as far as possible.

“Goddamn, Sugar,” I groan.

Her finger trails down the center of her chest, to her stomach, and then slides through her glistening pussy lips. “Spread,” I demand with a grunt.

Kinsley’s fingers spread her sweet little cunt open and I practically whimper at the sight. Never, not in a hundred years will I get tired of seeing my wife’s sweet little pussy. It was made for me, she was made for me.

Dropping to my knees in front of her I lean forward, the temptation too goddamn sweet. Flattening my tongue, I lick her soft wet pussy. “Heath,” she sighs above me, her opposite hand sifting through my hair and gripping me.

“Keep yourself open for me, Sugar,” I murmur against her cunt.

She does as I’ve demanded and holds her lips open while I devour her sweet taste. Nothing on earth tastes better than Kinsley, every part of her is the best I’ve ever had.

“Heath,” she cries. Her voice echoes but there’s not another house or human being for miles. Nobody will hear her.

I continue fucking Kinsley with my tongue enjoying the loud, sweet sounds she makes as her body climbs closer toward her release. I can’t wait to taste her cum, to swallow it down. Then, I’m going to fill her up with my own, every fucking part of her will be dripping with my cum before the weekends end.

This is my life, my perfect fucking life. My little family out here in the middle of nowhere. Kinsley calls me her recluse, and she’s fucking right.

I’m so goddamn happy here, in the middle of my own piece of land, nobody around to invade our space, that I could stay here always, never leave, and be content. Although, Kinsley doesn’t allow that. She forces me to leave every so often, and I bitch and moan every time, secretly I enjoy it though.

This is better than the life I imagined for myself. The moment Kinsley moved in next door to me I knew my world was forever changed, but I had no idea that she would fill me with the amount of joy and happiness that she does.

“Let’s have another baby,” I growl, sliding my cock inside of her warm heat.

She lifts her head, a satisfied smile on her mouth. Her cum is still on my tongue and I lick my lips, tasting her, and groaning.

“Okay, Heath. Give me a girl this time though,” she grins.

I grunt, slamming against her. I want her so fucking sore by the end of this weekend that she remembers it for the next month every time she moves.

Kinsley’s breath hitches as I pound into her tight heat. “You want a girl, Sugar. I’ll fuck you until you get one. A hundred babies if that’s what it takes,” I growl, lowering my head and brushing my lips against hers.

“I love you, Heath,” she sighs.

I drive into her cunt, burying myself deep inside of her and freezing. Her big brown eyes meet mine and I smirk. “Love you more than anything in the world, Sugar. You’ve made my life into a goddamn dream. I’m giving you the girl you want, just lie back and take my cock, Kinsley.”

Her lips turn up into a smirk. “You’re so romantic, Honey,” she says like a smartass.

Leaning forward I nip her bottom lip. “I’ll show you fucking romantic, Sugar,” I growl.

Then. I. Fuck. My. Wife. Planting my dick deep and filling her with cum, assuring her that we’re making her a little girl to spoil.