Michael

My wife.

I’ve still not become used to saying those words, but I love playing them in my head.

My wife…

For all the ups and downs of life; my family, with Ben and his attitude, Charlotte’s family, trying to find it anyway… between ourselves, everything is fine…

More than fine.

Whatever it takes, we’re there for each other.

I look beyond her to where James lies, eyes closed, his face calm.

At least he doesn’t have that set of problems…

…. any more…

Charlotte lies on her side, facing away but with her back pressed close against my chest. Charlotte is by no means a small woman, but nonetheless, she seems made to fit under the nook of my arm.

One arm draped over my treasure, I twine a finger through a stray lock of hair, holding it to my face, inhaling.

Is she asleep?

Her breathing is soft and steady, a gentle movement of her body. Beyond her, James lies, eyes closed, his chest on a regular rise and fall.

Just having her so close is enough; her warmth, her scent. It spikes through me. My cock stirs. I want her.

Stroking a hand over soft, pale skin, I savour her smooth outline; the shape of neck blending to shoulder, that accentuated curve where a narrow waist flares to broad hips, flat-stomached to the fore and in this case, her lovely ass pressed against me behind.

of brilliant copper hair spills over her shoulders and onto the pillows, a loose lock tickling at

Here we go...

my

switch that signals the

back, I twist back, leaning far enough to clear a space to be able to draw a

Her breath ripples...

nail, I outline her spine, one inch at a time. Each vertebra defined by the narrowest of touches, a nerve-ending at

whimpers and shudders, her pelvis vibrating back

Take your time…

the nerve endings at the small of her back, the ones between those lovely dimples

Gotta pull away…

delicious pressure on my cock eases but now I

to work her properly, so far as I can one-handed. My palm resting over her, with fingers and thumb I ease in to stroke and

have kept some oil on

more loudly.

“Should I keep going?”

Her words are languorous and slow. “I give you two or three

arches again, mewling as I circle

a knot

Work out the kink…

… later….

Bad posture?

not set right at her

a look this

Lying on my side, one arm pinned, the other constrained by

and roll, taking her

“Something I can do for

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