Epilogue Two
Five Years Later
Simon
I’m not someone who’s afraid to admit when I’m wrong. And six years ago, I was wrong. I was wrong to think that taking on Dave Amerex as a business partner was going to be a bad move. I knew it was the right move, and no matter what, I would never regret it because it allowed me to protect my Sierra. But I never thought it would be good for the business.
But on the drive home from yet another beer festival, where we not only took top prize for three of our original craft brews, but also secured contracts with several retailers to carry our products, I admit I was wrong. Dave did make the business better. He took it places neither George nor I ever dreamed of.
Without a doubt, it was an exciting weekend, but now I need to get back to my wife. The only woman whose touch I’ve known. I miss that touch so much, my skin feels like ice on my bones. I know our first embrace will thaw me, and I can’t wait.
Normally Sierra would come on a trip like this with me, but she was on call at the hospital and doesn't yet have enough pull to change her schedule around.
The house we bought three years ago comes into view as I crest the hill, and I can’t help but smile. Sierra cried when we moved out of the loft. She had loved that place since it was where so much happened for us, where I took her home after finding her in that parking lot and never let her go. But this is the house we will fill with our kids.
Hopefully soon.
The windows are all dark, and disappointment pools in my belly when I think that I’m too late, and she’s already gone to bed. Her long shifts have been wearing on her, and sleep is hard to come by some weeks. If she is asleep, I won't wake her, but I have to touch her. I’m not truly home until I do.
Pulling into the driveway, I notice a flickering light in our bedroom. She must have left the TV on when she fell asleep. I drop my things off in the laundry room, then make my way upstairs to find my wife.
“Touch me, baby.”
A deep husky voice echoes down the hall as I draw closer, and anger builds in my chest. Who the fuck is here with my wife? I know damn sure she would never even think about being with another man, so whoever is in there is going to be dead in five seconds when I get my hands on him.
A gasp, and then a moan follow, and I’m ready to tear apart the whole house. Kicking the door open, it swings hard enough to lodge the knob into the drywall on the other side. But I barely even notice, because laid out on our bed is one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever had the privilege to witness.
Sierra is spread out, her honey blonde hair draped over the pillows, feet planted on the mattress, one hand cupping her breast, pinching and twisting the hard peak, the other hand between her spread wide thighs, pumping in and out of her sweet pussy.
She moans and turns to look at me. “Welcome home, honey. Want to watch a movie with me?”
There is a deep grunt on the TV, and I take two steps to look at what she’s watching. I freeze in my spot, my jaw falling practically to the floor.
She’s watching our video. I bought all the footage from the producer and promptly stuck the flash drive containing the files in a box and stuffed it away. I’ve barely thought of it since then. Sierra and I keep the way we met a tightly held secret. One only the guys know about, but they aren’t saying a word. Not even George’s dickhead cousin. A visit from my fists ensured that all those years ago.
In the video, Sierra is on her knees, almost totally hidden from the camera’s view since I am boxing her in between myself and the dresser my hands are braced on. My front leg is bent just enough so you can’t see her chest. I specifically remember the only reason I didn’t come on her tongue at first touch was because I was also trying to think of ways to hide her body from the cameras as much as possible. It had been simultaneously the best and worst day of my life. Even now, I want to go back and smack myself for not getting her out of there the very moment I met her. No one should have seen her in this position. It doesn't matter that the people in the room had seen it all before. They shouldn’t have seen her.
But that is all behind us now. Sierra reassured me that she is happy with the way things went down. That she found performing on camera hot after everyone else left the room. We’ve even played around with it since then. Thank god for smartphones. But those videos are always just for us and get deleted after we’ve had our fun.
My gaze swings back to my wife pleasuring herself on our bed, her eyes are glued to the screen, her chest rising and falling with her panting breaths. “I remember being afraid you’d never fit. You’re so huge, and I was so tiny. It honestly still seems like we’re breaking the laws of physics the way you fit that beast inside me.”
“We fit perfectly. I fill you to the brim, and you squeeze my cock until it explodes. I bet those fingers you have shoved up in your delicious cunt don’t give you near as much satisfaction.” My dick is sitting up and begging for me to let him out of my pants, but I’m not ready yet. I want to watch a little longer. I love watching my woman. Not just like this, with her juices dripping down her wrist and her hips arching up in a desperate search for more friction. I watch her cook. I watch her clean. I watch her sit on the couch and read. I don't give a shit what she’s doing. I just want to bear witness to every second of it. If I could follow her to work and watch her bring babies into this world all day, I would.
“Nothing compares to you. I hate when you’re away overnight. I don’t sleep as well when you haven’t pumped me full of your cum.” She gives me a little pout before her eyes dart back to the screen where I am picking her up and throwing her down on the bed for my first taste of her.
“Wait, where's all the stuff with Liza directing us?” There are at least a couple seconds in here missing, unless my memory is slipping at the ripe old age of thirty-one.
“I edited it out.” Her fingers pause as she looks at me, her cheeks flaming red with her building arousal. “I downloaded some video editing software and taught myself how to use it. I spent the whole weekend editing this together, every second I wasn’t working. We finally have our first finished porn video. Only we aren't going to delete this one. Watching it over and over again the past two days has been torture. I need you so bad honey.”
“You like watching me touch you for the first time? You like seeing my big cock fill your mouth on screen?” Sierra’s body tenses, her fingers moving even faster now, and the hand that had been at her breast diving down between her thighs to rub at her clit.
“Yes. Oh God yes, I love watching us. Love watching you. How you tried to protect me from what we were there for.” Her knees fly up toward her chest and open even wider.
I can’t take it anymore. As much as I love the private show I’m getting right now, I need to be the one bringing her pleasure even more.
Stalking forward, I grab her thighs and reposition her on the bed so we can both look at the TV.
The onscreen me is yelling at Liza. Demanding she get out of the room and take her minions with her.
