Epilogue

5 Years Later

Simon

Being married to Miranda is incredible. Every single day is a new adventure, and since she had our first child, a baby girl we named Maxine, we're both experiencing new and exciting emotions. Each milestone Maxine has hit over the last six months has been a gift, and I'm so happy that I'm sharing this with Miranda.

Tonight is her first night back behind the bar and, in turn, her first night seeing the regulars she's acquired since taking on the role. Since she stepped up to help me run Lucky's, she's taken it to the next level. On top of revamping our cocktail menu to entice a younger clientele, she introduced a trivia night on Thursdays. It's been running in her absence, but it's obvious that our patrons missed her.

Miranda lights up the bar, asking questions and telling jokes. She holds everyone's attention so well. I haven't seen them this engaged since she went on maternity leave. Somehow, I find myself falling deeper in love with her. But that's not surprising. Every single day, I fall more in love with this firecracker of a woman.

We're getting close to the end, and I just can't wait to get her alone so I can show her how well she did. After she reads off the last question and tallies up the scores, I jump up from my seat, too eager to pull her out of here to stay still. When she hands the winning team their gift card, I walk up to her side.

"Well, folks, that's it for today," she says into the microphone I helped her hook up earlier this evening. "It was great being back, and I'll see you all next week for Lucky's trivia night. If you want to come see me behind the bar, my first shift back is this weekend. Have a good night, everyone!"

As the guests are calling their thanks and goodbyes, I put an arm around Miranda's shoulders and lead her out through the back door. She giggles and knocks her hip against mine, knowing what's coming. This has become our routine, and I think she might be more eager for us to get back into it than I am.

"You couldn't wait until we got home?" she asks as I unlock my car. "Jenny has Max for another few hours."

"I couldn't," I say honestly. "You were incredible up there. I love the way you light up that room."

"And I love you," she says, letting me help her into the backseat.

"I love you too," I say, joining her and pulling her into my lap. "God, I missed this."

"Me too," she replies, leaning down to kiss me.

Her mouth is insistent against mine, and her clear desire sends a rush of blood to my cock. I lick into her mouth, loving the satisfied noise she makes in response. Since getting together, we rarely fuck in the office anymore. As fun as the risk of getting caught is, I prefer having her somewhere that she can be as loud as she wants.

Miranda snakes her hand down my chest, stopping over the bulge in my pants. I'm already half-hard from this, but could anyone blame me? My wife is the hottest woman that's ever walked this earth, and I knew that we'd end up like this. I've been fantasizing about getting her alone since she started her event.

She works me up to full hardness easily. Her mouth never leaves mine, and when I nip at her bottom lip, she gasps deliciously. She's learned how to get me off in record time, and I've learned the same. It's like our bodies were made for each other. Actually, I'm positive they were.

"I want you to ride me," I tell her as I push up her dress to play with the hem of her panties.

"Okay," she replies, kissing me again as I help her maneuver out of her underwear.

Once the garment is out of the way, I move onto releasing my hard member from my pants. Miranda settles onto my thighs and grips me in her lithe, gentle hand. I groan in response, pushing my hips up into her palm.

After a few seconds of jerking me off, I ask, "Are you going to tease me all night?"

"I wasn't going to," she laughs playfully. "But now that you mention it…"

"Baby, come on," I groan, my head falling back against the headrest.

"Alright, alright," she says, shifting forward and lining me up with her opening. "You're lucky I've been thinking about this all night."

"I have too," I hiss as she sinks down onto my length. "Fuck, you feel good."

"Uh-huh," Miranda murmurs, taking a moment to adjust to my girth.

"Come on, sweetheart," I say, pinching at her sides in encouragement. "Move for me."

She obeys almost instantly, picking herself up and dropping back down onto me. Both of us moan, our voices filling the cab. With each one of her movements, our sounds of pleasure mix together, creating a symphony. God, I wish I could listen to this all the time.

"Oh, fuck," I groan as she picks up her pace. "Just like that, Miranda. Just like that."

"I love your cock," she whimpers wantonly. "You feel so good inside me."

"Your pussy is perfect," I say, soaking up the way she whines at the praise. "Your entire body is perfect, baby. It's like you were made just for me."

Her thighs start to shake, and she pulses around me. I grab onto her hips to pick her up and slam her back onto my dick. Her forehead rests against mine, and she starts babbling my name. All I can think about is how incredible she feels around me and how beautiful she sounds when she's gone on my dick.

"You close, sweetheart?" I ask, out of breath and close to climax myself. "Use your words."

"Yes," Miranda manages.

"Tell me how much you love my cock," I command.

"I love your cock," she says, her hands finding my shoulders. "I love how big it is and how it fills me up. I love it, I love it, I love it."

"Then cum on it, baby," I say, feeling her muscles tremble around me. "Go on, show me how much you love it."

As if on my command, her breath hitches, and her pussy tightens around me. Her orgasm ravages her body, and she goes limp as it takes over all of her nerves. It only takes a few more thrusts of my hips upwards before I'm cumming too.

I shoot my hot spend inside her. She moans as I fill her up even more. I don't stop fucking into her until I'm too sensitive to keep going. Then I lift her off of my cock and pull her into my chest.

"God, I love you," I say into her hair before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

"I love you too," she says, satisfied and sleepy. "I love your soft side. I love everything about you."

"I love how fiery you are," I tell her. "I love how you've stepped into your sexuality. I love that I get to watch you learn how to be a mother."

"You're a dream," Miranda says, and I don't have to see her face to know she's blushing furiously. "We need to get back inside so we can pack up."

"You're right," I agree, making no move to get up.

"But I think I want to stay here and cuddle for a few more minutes."

"I was thinking the same thing," I say, squeezing her.

We stay like that for close to twenty more minutes. I know we'll have some time alone at home before Jenny drops our daughter off, but moments like this remind me of when we first got together. I'm so grateful that we still have these moments and that there's still so much excitement in our marriage, even after becoming parents. I can't wait to see where we'll go from here – but first, we have to clean up our restaurant.

~The End