Six-month anniversary
Jacob: The
garage door won’t open?
Zan: I
know (=
Jacob: Are
you being evil?
Zan: In
all the best ways, Baby!
Jacob:
Should I leave?
Zan: Fuck
no! Use the other garage.
Jacob
Confession, I’m having a mild heart attack. We
may have two garages but we use one. All the tools and the car my father left
me are in the second garage. I have the most amazing wife but she has boundary
issues. I don’t love her in spite of them, I love her because of them. Her full
heart, honesty, quirky, crazy self takes my breath away.
Slowly, the garage door opens and my heart
stops. The tarp is off my Dad’s 1970 Mustang Boss 302. He bought the car so
that one day he and I could restore it together. He died before I was old
enough to start. She washed it. It looks shiny and new, a sweet gesture, but I
don’t want her to touch it.
“Zan, what are you doing?”
“Giving you our anniversary present.” She links
her hands behind her back swaying back and forth mischievously.
“You needed to do that in here?”
“Yep!” She approaches me slowly with sexy cat
like prowess. “I decided to check out your car one day. I found your dads
original plans for the two of you. He had already done the body work and had
bought a ton of original parts. They were all in the trunk. I found a rolodex
of business cards from parts dealers, friends, and other enthusiasts. Together
we went through his plans and they walked me step by step through everything
that needed to be done. We made a video diary. They shared stories about your
dad along the way.”
I swallow hard. “You restored my Dad’s car?” It
is the most beautiful and painful thing she has ever done for me. I should have
been the one to restore it. How do I tell her I’m angry, when she spent all
this time on a gift for me?
“I did, but it isn’t what you think. I kept the
video diary. I took everything apart and put it back where it was. You now have
a step by step guide on how to restore the car, with a little help from me and
antidotes from the people your dad looked up to. While you put this back
together, you will learn who your dad was and all of his hopes for you. Chrissy
helped me and she even spliced in photos of him in high school and college with
the very guys that helped. Each video segment is two hours’ worth of work. Schedule
your time accordingly.”
I have no words. This is the most thoughtful,
beautiful thing, any person could do for me. I don’t need words for this.
Pulling my beautiful wife to me, my fingers threading through her hair at the
base of her neck, I kiss her like it’s the last time. I kiss her like it’s the first
time. I kiss her with all the good stuff in the middle, because she is my
everything.
Placing her hand on my chest, she nudges me back
a step. “But wait, there’s more.” She smiles that evil smile again. “I bought a
second Boss. It’s at our cabin. Once you know how to restore this one, you can
take care of that one with our son or daughter someday. I think your dad would
be honored to have his tradition carried on.”
I’m going to break into a million pieces if I
don’t devour my wife right now. Since there is a gap between us, I use it to
rip her shirt off over her head, and begin working on her pants. She lets out a
sexy moan and asks, “Backseat?”
Bending over to remove her shoes and pants, I
lift her. “Fuck no!” I mean, what guy hasn’t fantasized about fucking a hot
woman on the hood of a jaw dropping car? If you find him, it isn’t me. I lay
her across the hood her hair splayed beautifully. She looks like one of those
gas station calendar cover girls. “Tell Chrissy I want sexy pictures of you on
this car. You are so fucking beautiful, Baby.”
Running my fingertips up her legs I part them
as I climb. What kind of a douche would I be if I didn’t stop and say hello to
her fine pussy. “Hello sweetness.” I take my time with a slow, languid, lick. I’m
not sure who moans louder. When Zan and I met she thought making noise during
sex was embarrassing. Not anymore. I couldn’t be happier. I swirl my tongue in
her opening, grabbing her wetness, and dragging it to her clit. Her body jolts
at the excitement.
“Oh, fuck yes, Jacob!”
Her fingers dig into my hair and her back arches
at the pleasure. I always make my wife come first. Sliding two fingers in her
tight pussy, I begin that beckoning call. Milking that tiny bundle of nerves with
a come-hither finger flick, causes her hips to gyrate. I am a fan of the triple
play. My finger ravaging her, my tongue melts her, and my free hand reaches up to
pinch and flick her nipple until she howls. She doesn’t just orgasm, she explodes,
coming apart under my assault on her sweet body, panting my name through
labored breaths. I drop my pants yanking her closer to me, sliding into her
soaking pussy, I throw my head back with the relief, the pleasure, the awe of
the beautiful woman under me. “Zan Marie, I will never tire of your perfect
pussy.” I kiss her hungrily. “I love you sweetheart.”
“I love you, too. You remember how angry you
were when I said I restored your Dad’s car.”
“Well yes, but I…”
“Tap into that, and fuck me righteously, Jacob.”
Fuck she’s perfect. I pull out, flip her over,
and slam back into her in one fluid motion. Taking a hold of her hips, I slam
her body back on me with each thrust. No mercy, she asked for it. The way her
body contracts, releases, and orgasms repeatedly at the harshness is hot. My
girl knows what she wants and never refrains from asking for it. She throws her
head back with a growl and I take a hold of her hair, yanking her back to me. I
whisper in her ear.
“Come for me again baby.” I cup her pussy rolling her clit
between my fingers with one hand and tweaking her nipple with the hand I’ve released
from her hair. “Come right fucking now beautiful.” Her pussy clamps down on my
cock with a delicious grip. Fuck. My balls tighten, and the heat from my core
violently expels into the heat of her. A pleasure so intense it is dizzying. I
tighten my arms around Zan to keep her from collapsing. Kissing her neck, I murmur
my praise and adoration. I am the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.
Reaching into the bottom drawer of the tool chest, I pull out a moving pad blanket. Wrapping us tightly, I open the door from the garage to the hallway. The coast is clear. Running to the elevator while fumbling over a giggling Zan, I hope we can make it up to our condo unseen. Confession, it would not be the first time Zan and I were caught misbehaving in the elevator. Most of the neighbors just shake their head at us.
Once safely inside our home, I drop the blanket
and carry my wife off to the shower. I’m nowhere near finished with her yet. I
plan to suck, fuck, and kiss her into an oblivion tonight. After all, it’s our
anniversary.
Until next time Loves,
XOXO
Rebel
Jacob and Zan are from InSanity.
Book 1 in the Circle of Sanity series.
Available in eBook and paperback on Amazon
(Kindle Unlimited)
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