Epilogue

Iwalked through the door Sunday night to find my wife of three years wearing a cheerleading costume. Three years, and my dick still got hard instantly at the sight of her wearing next to nothing.

She'd played dress up before—usually with an especially sexy piece of lingerie. I was used to her surprising me randomly when I came home from my job on my buddy Travis's construction crew, but this was a random mid-April Sunday night, so I definitely hadn't been expecting it.

"Summer's coming," she said, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again.

She sat on the table, a pair of pompoms on her lap. Was she wearing panties under that skirt? She shifted so quickly, I hadn't gotten a look.

I tossed my keys onto the table next to the door and whipped off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. There were more important things than being neat and tidy right now. In fact, dirtying things up was what I had in mind.

"Where'd you get the uniform?" I asked, noting the big M on the front.

"Ashlynn got these for all the wives," Sadie said, poking out her chest. "We thought we'd wear them this summer at the games."

I wasn't sure I liked the idea of everyone checking out my wife, but who was I kidding? Most of the men at those games were happily married.

"Maybe you should do a little cheer for me," I said, stopping several feet from her. "Show me what you've got."

She grabbed both the pompoms, uncrossed her legs, and hopped off the table, still not giving me a glimpse of what was under that skirt. I might just have to feel for myself.

I stepped back to watch as she executed a professional-level cheer, her tits jiggling as she moved. She wasn't wearing a bra. That much was clear. I had to keep my arms crossed over my chest to resist the overwhelming temptation to step forward and strip that blouse off her.

When Sadie reached the end of her cheer, she jumped up in the air, spreading the pompoms in a big "Y." Her legs came up, as did her skirt, giving me more than an eyeful of that sweet pussy of hers.

When she landed, there was a big smile on her face. She put a hand on each hip and eyed me flirtatiously.

"Ready for the big game?" she asked.

No. That wasn't at all what I was ready for right now.

"I'm ready to tackle you, if that counts," I said with a smile.

She tossed the pompoms to the table. One slid off the edge, heading straight to the floor. I barely noticed as I closed the remaining distance between us and settled a hand on each of those irresistible hips.

"Coaches don't usually like their players fraternizing with the cheerleaders," Sadie said with a teasing smile.

"What happens in the locker room stays in the locker room." I lowered my head to press my lips to hers.

Sadie didn't know it, but she was tapping into a teenage fantasy of mine. I was on the football team throughout middle and high school, but our team sucked. I never acted it out, but I had an ongoing fantasy of fucking a cheerleader in the locker room after practice.

"We'd better hurry," I said when I broke the kiss. "The coach will stop by to lock up."

She gave a quick nod, her hands going to the hem of my T-shirt. It was over my head and on the floor next to the pompom in seconds.

And then she was going for my jeans, undoing the fastening and dropping down. As she lowered my jeans and underwear, my cock springing out, I couldn't stop staring at her. The sight of Sadie kneeling in front of me in a cheerleader uniform was mind-blowingly sexy.

Pants and underwear around my calves, she took me in her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock as she ran her tongue over my tip, then along my shaft.

I watched as long as I could keep my eyes open, but they eventually slid shut. It felt so good, I could easily come this way. Occasionally, I did, but most of the time I came inside her, especially now that we were trying to get pregnant.

"Get up here," I said when my cock was so hard, it was throbbing. "Let me fuck that sweet pussy."

She had a big smile on her face as she rose to her feet. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement. My girl loved it when I talked dirty to her.

"Where do you want me?" she asked.

That was a good question. I could steer her toward the bedroom, but that would take away from the locker room fantasy.

"This will do," I said.

As confusion passed across her face, I nodded toward the table. She obediently walked to the table and hopped up on it.

"Spread your legs," I commanded.

It was time to get a good look at what was going on under that skirt. I'd waited long enough.

Once again, she did as I commanded, leaning back and staring invitingly at me. I moved between her legs, lowering myself and sliding my tongue along her opening.

"Mmm," she said as my tongue made its way to her clit.

She was wet for me, but that was no surprise. I could make my wife wet just by whispering in her ear what I wanted to do to her.

Within seconds, I had her gasping and whimpering. I inserted my finger as I continued flicking my tongue over her clit. I didn't stop until she cried out, her thighs tightening around my head, gently squeezing me.

Once I was sure her orgasm had run its course, I stood, already gripping my erection. I had to be inside her, and I had to be inside her soon.

"Hurry," Sadie said. "The coach will be here any second."

The reminder of the locker room fantasy sent my heart rate into overdrive. My adrenaline was already pumping, but now I imagined Sadie and me, back in high school, getting down and dirty in the locker room.

"I'll see what I can do," I said. "Take off that top."

Her eyes widened, telling me she hadn't expected this. She thought I'd fuck her with the cheerleading uniform on. But as sexy as this was, nothing compared to seeing Sadie topless.

The top came off at the same time I plunged into her. I lifted her left leg, instantly shifting her into one of her favorite positions. In this position, my movements rubbed her clit.

Throwing her head back, Sadie moaned and sat back, her tits inviting me to reach out and touch. I couldn't stop staring at them, even though the sight was pushing me toward orgasm.

But I was experienced in holding out until Sadie came. I could restrain myself for hours... All for her.

"Oh my God, yes!" she finally cried out, her face tilted toward the ceiling. "I'm coming. Oh…fuck."

When her eyes finally slid open, I had the go-ahead I needed to increase the speed of my thrusts. It felt so good, I still wanted to delay, but she tightened her legs around me and that shoved me over the edge.

With a cry, I came, spilling every ounce of my seed into her. I prayed this would be the shot that did it. Nine months from now, there would be a baby in this house. There was nothing I wanted more.

"I'll carry you to bed," I offered, pulling out and stepping back.

It was something we always did now. She remained in a horizontal position after sex to give things a chance to take.

But Sadie didn't move. She sat on the table, a big smile on her face.

"That's what I was going to tell you," Sadie said. "I had a whole cheer planned. But when I saw the look on your face... Well, I showed you the cheer we've been planning for the games instead."

I looked around, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Hand me my sweater."

Still confused, I snatched up both her sweater and my underwear. Whatever this was, I preferred not to have my dick hanging out.

Scooting off the table, sweater on, she grabbed the pompoms and launched into a cheer. "Derek and Sadie sitting in a tree."

As she chanted the song I'd heard dozens of times as a child, she moved from one formation to another. I still wasn't sure what was going on, but she ended with the bit about a baby carriage. And her big smile told me that was the surprise.

She'd planned a cheer for me. A cheer that was a kids' song about a couple getting married and pushing a baby carriage. The connection was pretty obvious.

"Are you saying...?" I began, afraid to make any assumptions.

Smile widening, she nodded, tossing the pompoms to the table. "I took a home pregnancy test a few days ago. I wanted to be sure, so I had the doctor confirm it. We're going to have a baby."

I was not a crier. Never had been. But her words brought tears to my eyes.

Closing the distance between us, I pulled her into my arms. We were going to be parents. A family. And I couldn't imagine anything that would make me happier.

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