Epilogue

Epilogue

Matthew

Five Years Later

I walk up the stairs toward the bedroom I share with my wife.

When I hear the sounds coming from the other side of the door, my lips curl into a smile. I’ve caught her in the act once again, have I?

Careful not to make a sound, I elbow open the door and find Kaylee on the bed. She’s lying sideways on her back, head turned to in the direction of the flat-screen television. A familiar video plays. One taken with my hidden phone five years earlier on the afternoon I took her virginity. The video started as something we never wanted to think about again. But after accidentally stumbling on it last year while clearing out storage on an old computer, Kaylee found it. She played it alone in our home office, expecting it to make her angry. Or sad.

It turned her on, instead.

Big time.

Now I catch her watching it when she thinks I’m not home, her fingers busy in her panties, watching me pop her cherry on the television, my grunts and filthy words echoing in the confines of our bedroom. On the screen, my ass pumps roughly between her spread legs, that little pussy squeaking while red moisture tracks down her inner thighs.

Now, she’s topless on the bed in pink silk boy shorts, rubbing herself out, hips shifting and twisting on the king-sized mattress. I could search the earth for a million years and never find a sight more arousing than my wife fingering herself to our homemade sex tape. Never. Her breath quickens, her heels digging into the comforter, thighs starting to tremble.

“Your favorite part is coming up,” I say, my voice thick with lust.

When my sudden appearance in the room doesn’t seem to surprise her, I know she saw me arrive home. I know she’s putting on this show for me on purpose—and I’m a grateful man. My wife is a certified fuck princess. She can’t keep her hands and mouth and pussy off my cock. Which works really, really well, because I’m addicted out of my fucking mind to this woman.

They don’t make rehabilitation for the kind of dependency we share.

Neither one of us wants to be cured, either.

Five years ago, with half of my fortune still intact, I stepped down as CEO of Borden Enterprises. I’m still a board member, but I leave the day to day operations to managers. There is simply no way to work around the clock and maintain my sanity when I have Kaylee at home. Being away from her makes me lose my mind, one second at a time—and she doesn’t do well being separated from me, either—so I travel into the city three days a week for meetings, then come straight home. Where I belong. Where I can fuck my wife, lose myself in her beauty and dig deeper into our spell. Deeper and deeper with every year we’re together.

We’re insatiable. Inseparable. Obsessed.

It’s our life and we covet every moment together.

Unbuttoning my dress shirt, I go toward the bed, glancing between the scene taking place on the screen and the live show happening in our bed—and it’s no contest. Real, flesh and bone Kaylee wins, hands down. The pink silk of her panties is soaked and she’s moaning, thighs spread, working her clit with two eager fingers, her eyes glazed, unfocused.

“I missed you,” she whispers.

My heart tumbles over itself. “No more trips into the city until Friday,” I vow, removing my shirt. Unzipping my pants and pressing down on top of her half naked body, savoring the twin groans of relief that we release. Home. This our home. Together. Forever. “Do you enjoy watching me beast-fuck my little virgin?”

A tremble courses through her. “Yes.”

“Why?”

I’ve asked her this a million times, but I love the answer. I crave the answer. So I’ll probably continue posing it over and over until I die. “Because I knew you loved me even then. I knew I loved you, too. What you did was beastly, but it was also necessary and right.”

Beastly, but necessary and right.

A fair description of our marriage.

We have no contact with her family. I told her father if he ever called again, I would slit his throat where he stood. I also told him that if Kaylee decides to call him, she better hang up the phone with a smile on her face. Or I’d end him. So far, she hasn’t made any move to reconnect with her parents. Then again, when do I give her the chance? If she’s not working on her dollhouses in the studio downstairs, I’m nailing her to the bed.

Like I plan on doing right now.

Circling her throat with my hand, I punch my hips forward and fill her perfect pussy up tight, nearly ejaculating at that little squeak she makes whenever I thrust. It’s my undoing. It’s my obsession. I’m obsessed with everything about her and I will be until the end of time.

“Start the video from the beginning,” I command hoarsely in her ear. “Watch me become your Daddy while I remind you what that word means.”

“I never need to be reminded,” she whispers, lifting her hips. Whimpering.

“No?”

She shakes her head, stopping only to open her mouth for my delving tongue. “It means you get all of my love.” She flexes her inner walls and I start to pant, my devoted cock jerking inside of her. “And all of my body.” Another tight squeeze that sends me into a frenzy, fucking her up and down the bed. “And all of my time, forever and ever. Yours.”

“And I belong to you. All of me. My love, body, time.” I pause mid-way through a roll of my hips to look into the most beautiful eyes on the earth. “All for Kaylee.”

THE END

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