CHAPTER FORTY

HAYDEN

It wasn’t my intention, but I swear we made love for three days straight. We didn’t leave the cabin until Friday night. I broke that pussy in. I needed to tame her and teach her what I liked. Lydia did some things to me I loved. It was important we learned each other. I told her if she didn’t like a certain position we could try something different. We skimmed Kama sutra positions on my laptop, trying several positions.

Sitting in the back-corner booth with tall light brown leather seats, I wrapped Lydia in my arms devouring her lips, my hands roamed her body while her fingers ravished my hair.

“Welcome to GrillMarkadurinn.”

I turned to the voice and smiled, awkwardly. “Hello.”

“Are you both ready to order?”

“Yes.”

Lydia and I placed our orders. The moment the waitress walked away, I was all over Lydia, my fingers were slipping around her wet pussy. “Shit, Lydia you’re wet again,” I whispered.

“I have to feed you. I mean we should eat to regain our strength.”

“Baby, you just did. You ate me before we arrived.”

I chuckled. “That’s true.” I gazed into her beautiful gray eyes.

“We’ll make love when we get back then relax in the hot tub. Tomorrow we will hit the slopes. We fly back to Atlanta late Saturday night.”

Lydia tossed her long blonde curly tresses to the side, kissing down the side of my neck. “We should take our meal to go. Truthfully, I’m only hungry for your dick.” Her hand gripped my cock tight.

I created a dick craving sexy monster. Lydia held my silk blue tie tight. “Hayden, I’m serious.”

“Sexy, I know you are. I am going to feed you first then fuck you in that order.”

She sat back staring at me. “Ok, Mr. Gaster.”

I grabbed the back of her hair my tongue grazed the ridge of her ear. “You can suck my dick on the drive back.”

“Um, yes,” she purred.

Lydia has been teasing men way too long in the strip club. She knows how to make a man feel special. I know she is sincere with me. I smiled at my beautiful wife.

Her job got in my head just like that. I needed to bury it down deep. Despite my twisted thoughts our honeymoon was fucking awesome.

 

Things changed when we returned to Atlanta and not for the greater good. Once we returned home we visited her father. She bombarded him with souvenirs. He thanked me for taking care of his daughter. Deep down I asked myself was I really taking care of his daughter who was still stripping. I couldn’t confide in him because he has no clue she’s a stripper. Honestly, I doubt she would stop if he found out and asked her to stop. Her stubborn nature gets to me sometimes.

Later, that evening we sat next to each other at the dining room table recapping on our trip.

“I had so much fun Hayden. I can’t wait to go skiing again.” She smiled while enjoying her barbeque chicken and mashed potatoes.

“We will go again before the year is out.”

Her smile was bright. “Hayden, why the long cherry wood dining room table set? Do you have dinner parties?”

“Yes. We should host one soon.”

Her smile dropped.

“What’s wrong?”

“How do you feel about going back to work tomorrow?” she smiled, devilishly.

“Slick, shit. You know I don’t want to talk about that.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s funny because I damn sure don’t want to talk about meeting your friends who I fucking stripped for.”

I stared into her eyes. “Correction, you danced for me not them!” I huffed.

I threw my hands in the air. “My sister better stay the fuck away from me!” My fingers slipped through my hair.

“I don’t want to talk about that. Come here.” I pulled Lydia into my lap.

“I love you baby.”

Her gorgeous features softened. Lydia’s arms wrapped around my neck. “Hayden, I will be right back. Don’t move.

Lydia returned a short time later wearing red and white stripe over the knee socks. A pillow was tucked under her arm.

“Fuck, Lydia. That’s some sexy shit!”

She blushed, dimming the dining room lights. Lydia stepped over tossing the pillow aside briefly so she could strip me of my clothes. “It’s time for the polar express,” she wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

“Yes, it is.” I stood pushing our plates back. Sitting Lydia’s ass on the table, I scooted closer, licking her good pussy. “Yeah, I will never get used to this.”

Her fingers firmly gripped my hair as her pussy clenched around my tongue. “Shit! Get used to what?”

“Having you as my wife and making love to you every day.”

“Oh, fuck Hayden.” I slipped my chair back a bit. I grabbed the pillow placing it behind my back, then pulled Lydia onto my lap. I held her waist while she placed her legs on my shoulders then leaned back holding my thighs. Slowly, I slid inside her wet pussy. Gripping her waist, I stroked faster. Her head dropped back.

“Oh God, Hayden right there. Don’t stop hitting that spot. Fuck yes, fuck yes!” She squirted all over me. I loved it.

“Damn, I made that pussy squirt. Yeah, I’m going to keep hitting that spot. Shit, baby you take this cock good. I circled inside her until her legs were shaking against my shoulders and her eyes rolled back. Holding her waist with one hand, I grabbed her hair with the other forcing her eyes on mine.

“I love this pussy, baby.” My eyes were closing, I was cumming.

“Hayden.”

“Shit!” I struggled to focus on her pretty face as I came.

Slipping out of her, I pulled her closer resting my head on her breasts. “I wish we could continue this tomorrow, but we both have to work,” I breathed.

“Me too, baby.” We sat there holding each other. The warmth I feel when I’m in her arms, sets my eyes on the finish line when she’s no longer stripping.

∞

My secretary was directed to tell my sister I don’t want to see her. Anything she needs to say to me needs to be strictly about business and sent by email. In meetings we kept if professional. If my sister can’t respect my wife then she has no respect for me.

“Hey baby, how was school today?”

“Good,” she replied not looking up from her desktop. I walked behind her placing my hands on either side of her cherry wood desk.

“I see you are adjusting to your new office.” I kissed her neck.

“Yes, I am,” she giggled.

“I’ll let you get back to work.” I began my path toward the door.

“I needed to finish a paper that has to be turned in before I go to work.”

I nodded. “Ok.” I slipped out of the office.