Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Walt

Five Years Later

Iused to think my only purpose in life was to be a pillar of the military. An essential part of the framework. But that wasn’t true. I’ll always value my time as a general and my experiences as such. Post retirement is where I found my life’s deeper meaning, however.

Her. Coco. My wife.

The life we’ve created together out of thin air.

One day, I didn’t even know her. The next, she wrapped herself around my heart, adding warmth and passion to my bleak existence, turning me into the family man I never thought I could be. Turning me into a husband that would lie, cheat and steal for one minute alone with his wife. My perfect girl. My heartbeat.

My obsession.

I’m watching her right now from across the trampoline park. It’s our twins’ birthday. Charlie and Lisbeth turn four today. They are dark haired, doe eyed and adorable. They’re also fucking wild and Coco is chasing them right now, retrieving them from the concessions are where they appear to be stealing someone’s popcorn, and ushering them back toward the trampoline area. My wife has no idea that every man in the food court is watching her, pretending to check baseball scores on their phones when they are really zeroed in on the ass I ate for forty-five minutes this morning.

One of them appears to be getting up the courage to go speak to her.

That’s my cue.

I push off the wall and cross the loud trampoline park, approaching my wife from behind. Giving the leeches in the concession are a dark look, I slide an arm around her waist and haul her back against my chest. She doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is. Blindfolded in the dark, our bodies would know each other—and she’s spent a lot of time like that. Hands bound behind her back, eyes covered, cheek to the ground, butt in the air.

Fuck.

What have I done throughout my life that allowed me the immense pleasure of her?

She turns in my arms now and her eyes sparkle up at me. She winds her arms around my neck, boosting herself up on her toes to give me a teasing kiss. “Hi, Daddy,” she whispers, twirling the hair at the nape of my neck. “Miss you.” A purr vibrates through her when she feels my cock stiffen against her belly. “My strategy is to tire them out today so we can have tonight all to ourselves. I bought some oil.” She glances around to make sure no one is within earshot, then says, “I’m going to let you coerce me out of my clothes and rub the oil all over me and pretend I don’t know why.” She drags a single finger down the center of my chest. “And when I realize what’s happening, I’ll try and escape, but…you won’t let me.” Her eyelids flutter, her tits rising and falling with quickening breaths. “And I’ll be so slippery, all you’ll have to do is shove yourself in and take what you want. I’ll whine about how big you are, but you won’t care. You’ll just choke me, because that’s what happens to mouthy little girls—”

“That’s enough,” I growl, winding my fist in her hair, dick hard as a rock. “Stop teasing me before I drag you to the closest bathroom and paddle your little tush with the back of my hand.”

“Oh, we can do better than that,” she murmurs, twisting side to side against me. I’m about to ask what she means when she drops her arms from around my neck, intertwining the fingers of her right hand with mine. She leans to the side, looking at something over my shoulder and calls, “Wanda! Can you keep an eye on the party—especially the twins? We have to go settle the bill.”

Without turning around, I can sense my granddaughter’s skepticism. It’s warranted. We’ve never been able to keep our hands off each other. Especially when I’ve been traveling for a speaking engagement or Coco has been busy in her new career as a child psychologist. Sometimes we’re so desperate to see and touch each other after a few days apart, she meets me at an airport hotel so I can get inside of her faster.

“No problem!” Wanda sing-songs. “Me and dad have got this.”

A smile stretches my wife’s gorgeous mouth and my heart constricts at the same time. After the way my relationship started with Coco, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get another shot at being close with my son and granddaughter. But my wife is a miracle, so I should have known anything is possible. Coco held family get-togethers until we all got comfortable with the arrangement. Now my son even flies to New York to attend Yankees games with me. Wanda and I have started emailing on a regular basis. I have my family now. I have the kind of marriage that men dream about. We’re supportive of each other. We communicate about everything.

And she fucks like a filthy goddamn fantasy.

As soon as our bedroom door closes, she’s trying to get my cock into her mouth. This morning, she crawled into the shower on her hands and knees, not a stitch of clothing on, and deepthroated me until I was cross-eyed.

Christ. I spend every day of my life convinced I’m dreaming.

But I’m not. She’s real and she’s all mine. I’m all hers, too. Wrapped around her pinky finger and savoring every second of it.

“Come on,” she says quietly, pulling me across the trampoline park, through throngs of parents and adults, giving me an excited look over her shoulder when we reach a door. She does a quick scan of the room and pulls me inside a smaller, dimly lit room, closing the door behind us. Brow furrowed, I take in the space and realize we’ve entered a private bounce room. There are a few scattered tables and chairs situated around one elevated trampoline. “Follow me.”

“I’d follow you anywhere. A snake pit, the mall on a Saturday…”

Giggling, she pushes me down into a chair facing the trampoline. As I salivate, she undoes the top two buttons of her dress, dragging her fingernails through my hair and bringing my head forward so I lick her tits through the soft material. So I can delve my tongue down into the valley of her tits, groaning at the smooth swells, the seductive scent of her. The way her nipples stiffen over the movements of my tongue, mouth and teeth.

“You going to sit down on this dick and ride it, angel baby?”

“Mmmhmm. After.”

“After what?” I manage, my voice sounding like stones grinding together.

She doesn’t answer. No, she simply steps back, bends over and drags her panties down to the floor, dropping them into my lap. Mischief in her eyes, she saunters to the trampoline, climbs on and starts to jump. Every time she descends, gravity blows her skirt up, giving me too brief glimpses of her cunt. Her tits are jiggling every which way, so bouncy I could cry. My God. This is a private show just for me.

Thank you, Jesus.

“Not many men my age getting this kind of treatment,” I rasp, massaging the ridge in my pants. “God, baby, you are so fucking beautiful.”

She turns away from me, giving me the view of her bare ass. Jumping, jumping.

Giggling.

Lord, enjoying that playful sound so much has to be a sin, but the threat of hell wouldn’t keep me from watching my wife, devouring the sight of her. My hand is fully in my pants now, jerking my shaft roughly. My pants echo in my ears, mingling with her giggles. What man could withstand this without spurting everywhere within seconds?

This man. I’m a demon about keeping myself in shape for my young wife. I’m five years older, but I’m even more fit than the day we met. I’ve trained myself not to ejaculate until she’s dripping with pleasure and begging me to come. My mission every morning is to make her deliriously happy and she does the same for me.

Case in point, she drops forward now onto hands and knees, reaching back between her legs and sinking two digits into her pussy. Dress flipped up and over her incredible ass. Whimpering. Fingering herself. In, out, in, outinoutinout. Hips working. As soon as that wet sound reaches me, I’m unzipping and striding the short distance to the trampoline. I climb up behind her with my cock dragging across the nylon, take her hips into my hands and draw her wet cunt back against my mouth, licking it hungrily.

“My feast,” I groan, lapping at her tasty, young sex. “My fuck. My forever. Right here.”

“Daddy,” she moans through her teeth. “Use me. Make me cry.”

My pulse cranks higher with this new mission. Sometimes my wife likes to be manhandled a little and apparently that’s what she needs right now. I’m more than willing to give it to her. Give her my heart. My everything.

Without hesitation, I flip Coco onto her back, yank her legs apart and thrust her full of cock. She sucks in a breath and starts to fight me, but I’m bigger, stronger and older. “Get me stiff in front of everyone, little girl? Time to learn your lesson.” I tear into her like a hungry animal, razing her smooth neck with my teeth, sucking spots onto her skin, driving into her with rough smacks, my old balls slapping off her twenty-six-year-old ass. “Good girls stay at the party. Horny ones tempt their Daddy into the back room for a different kind of fun. I think we know which one you are, since you’ve got these pretty legs spread.”

“No, I’m both,” she cries out, securing her legs over shoulder, rutting upward with her hips. “I’m either. I’m both. I don’t know, I’m just yours, Grandpa.”

My balls ripple at that word. That word she only uses in the most desperate of physical moments. It alerts me to the urgency of her need.

“Goddamn right you are,” I say hoarsely, my mouth against her neck, riding up to her hair and down again to her ear, snapping my teeth around her lobe. I imprison her jaw in my hand, piston my hips and lose myself in my glorious wife, the keeper of my soul and best friend. “Make that tight pussy hole clench for Grandpa.”

She arches her back, holds her breath and then she’s a trembling, sobbing mess, her sex clenched around me, her fingers scrambling for purchase while I continue to bang her without a hint of gentleness. Delivering what we both need. Punching my hips, sinking in and out of slippery wet paradise. Knowing I own it. Knowing it’s mine.

Knowing I’m hers.

I’ll never know which one is better. I just know I’m the happiest man alive.

The orgasm gathers in my lower back first, tightening my hip muscles and hardening my balls to the point of pain. “I’ve had all the fresh cunt I can handle. Need to come.”

She makes an excited, mewling sound, pumping her hips in time with my thrusts, her tits bouncing around between us. She loves when I come. Sometimes she licks it off my cock and balls afterward. Sometimes her eyes roll into the back of her head and she cries—and that’s what she does this time. As soon as I spurt warm seed into her pussy, tears spring to her eyes and she whispers a prayer that is more of a slurred chant of my name.

“God, I love you, angel. I love you,” I grunt into her neck, plowing forward with a possessive grind, gasping as the lust pours from my body, filling hers. “Tell me I satisfy you.”

“You’re the only one who can.” She leans up and plants kisses all over my face, her rich brown hair in disarray behind her. “The only man I’ll ever love.”

“Thank God for that,” I say, slanting our lips together and swiping my tongue through her sugar-sweet mouth. “Thank God I stopped trying to resist you.”

A sly smile lights up her face. “Don’t let it happen again.”

I chuckle. “Coco, I couldn’t if I tried.” Kneeling down, I slide her panties up her legs. Rebutton the top two buttons of her dress and comb my fingers through her messed up hair. “They’re going to know what we did in here.”

“Good,” she whispers, tucking her head underneath my chin and snuggling into my chest. “I love everyone knowing I’m yours.”

“And you are. You are.” I kiss her deeply and look into the fathomless depths of her eyes, my heart beating faster at the beauty and devotion I see here. “Forever and always.”

THE END

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