Tonight, I was going to use my wife as my own personal fuck toy and enjoy every goddamn second of it.
Izzy
Icould barely movewhen I finally opened my eyes. I lay there, groaning through the pain as I untangled myself from James’s body and collapsed onto my back.
I didn’t even know what time we finally made it back to his parents’ house because I passed out in the car. My legs barely functioned after being strapped to that fucking bench for hours while James forced me to orgasm.
Forced was the wrong word.
I wanted them…every single fucking one of them too.But, whoa. It had been years since James fucked me like that. He used me, and I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.
I thought once the kids were older that it would be easier to get our kink on, but it seemed the problems had grown with them, along with the time span between our “workouts.”
At least, that’s what we told the boys we were doing when we left the house dressed in our tracksuits to hide our real clothes underneath and a duffel bag filled with so many sex toys I couldn’t even carry the damn thing.
“Izzy,” James’s mother said, tapping lightly on the door. “Are you awake?”
James stretched, hogging the bed and nearly knocking me off the edge with his long, thick limbs. “Yeah, Mama.”
“Can I come in?” she asked.
“One second,” I yelled out, yanking the sheets and comforter over our naked bodies and his delicious morning wood.
James glanced at me with a soft, sweet smile. “Morning, sweetheart.”
“Hey, tiger.” I winked, feeling playful and achy.
Although I hated the drive and leaving my tiny bubble, the weekend had turned out amazing so far with the food, family, and fucking. They were the three most important Fs in life and the very things I couldn’t live without.
The door creaked open, and his mother padded into the room so quietly I wouldn’t have heard her if she hadn’t knocked. She was so damn cute like my ma, only a little rounder and loved wearing muumuus, which I’d never believed people actually wore in real life until I met her. Her brown hair with gray highlights was pulled back in a bunch and held in place with a yellow pencil.
“Are you hungry?” she asked and looked toward the wall and not directly at us.
“We’re covered.” James laughed and stretched again at my side.
She glanced our way with a small smile. “I figured you two were hungry, so I made a big lunch. I didn’t want everything to get cold.”
Lunch?The only thing I needed was coffee and two aspirin to ease the ache in my muscles. I couldn’t deal with a spicy four-course meal when I was barely even awake and functioning.
“We’ll be out in a few minutes, Mama. Let us wake up a little.”
She blushed as her eyes scanned over us, probably realizing we were naked. She took three slow steps backward. “I hope I didn’t…” she started to say, but her voice trailed off.
“No,” James said quickly as I giggled.
“Uh,” she muttered and stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door with her. Before it closed, she peeked inside and smiled. “I could use another grandbaby.” The door closed quickly, and she disappeared before either one of us could reply.
James rolled on top of me, grinding his dick into me. “Wanna give it a shot?”
I stared at him, not amused by the idea. “Are you kidding me?”
His eyebrows drew together as he gazed down at me, his body pressed against mine. “I never kid about fuckin’, doll.”
“I’m all about the dick, but not another baby.”
He tilted his head up, and his eyes darted around the room as if he was thinking about it. He’d better not be. “Just messin’ with your head. Our babies are more than I ever wanted. I’d rather have some alone time with my wife and my favorite part of her body.” He smirked.
“Not to be a party pooper, but I’m hungry and a little sore from last night.”
