Exhaling, I nod. “You’re a good man, James,” I tell him. “And you can call her Starling, I know she’s asked you too.”
Instead of commenting, he nods again.
“My wife is a very intelligent woman. She knows what she’s doing,” I assure him.
His eyes widen, then narrow a little, before a vague understanding settles across his expression. “Yes, sir.”
“Sebastian, or Bastian,” I tell him.
Nodding once again, he takes a step back, and I turn for the house, following the sound of my wife’s voice.
“Don’t you just love it?” Starling says enthusiastically when I find her and Courtney on the patio. “Sebastian had the architect work in every tiny little thing I said I wanted. He’s so good to me.”
Stifling a snort, I pause in the doorway to the house, remembering the arguments Starling and I had over the house and her protest that it was too big and too fancy. She basically refused to have any input on the design until I insisted that thiswas going to be our home and forced her to actually sit down with the architect.
“It’s beautiful,” Courtney says, but it sounds like it takes a little too much effort to force the words out.
Starling flashes me a grin as she leads Courtney past me and back into the house. As I listen to the sound of my wife’s excessive boasts about our home, life, and marriage gradually fade, I step outside and pull my cell phone from my pocket.
Typing out a quick message in the group chat, I hit send.
Me: Courtney the bitch is at our house.
Sammy is the first to respond.
Sammy: WTF!!!!!! Why? Do I need to bring a gun or a shovel?
Chuckling to myself, I can’t help smiling. Sammy has become the sister I never knew I wanted. She’s family, and if Evan hadn’t finally admitted his feelings for her and brought her home, I’d have already made arrangements for her to be returned to us where she belongs.
Me: Neither, but feel free to come and watch Starling play with her. @Clay, your expertise is required, as both Courtney and Tom are here, and Starling would like you to gain access to their phones to see how they’re communicating.
Clay: Just picking January up from class, we’ll be there in thirty minutes.
As I’m reading Clay’s message, a new one from Hunter pops up.
Hunter: Bunny and I are on our way.
Grinning, I text Armand and ask him to make lunch for eleven. Luckily, he always makes far more than we need, especially sushi, because even after a couple of weeks, he already knows how much Starling loves it.
Heading for the pool house, I find a pair of swim shorts and get changed, then wait for the girls to return to the patio.
“Let me grab you a swimsuit, then we can lay out until lunch,” Starling says, leading Courtney into the pool house to get one of the new suits we keep just in case we ever have guests. We don’t ever have guests, but my mom convinced Starling that it’s good manners to have spare suits just in case they’re needed.
“I’m going to use the restroom while you get changed,” I hear Starling say.
“Our room,” I say quietly the moment she steps outside.
Nodding, she throws a final glance over her shoulder, then strides into the house. Waiting a few moments, I stand, then follow after her, closing the door to our bedroom behind me. The moment I enter the bathroom, I see my beautiful wife, naked, bent over the bathroom counter in the same position she was in this morning when we agreed to start trying for a baby.
Taking my position behind her, I find her pussy with my fingers, smiling at the slickness that’s already clinging to her folds. “Perfect,” I tell her as I meet her eyes in our reflection. Pushing my fingers into her, I fuck her in shallow thrusts, then shove my shorts down, line my cock up with her entrance, and force my way into her body.
I groan as her tight channel engulfs my cock. Not wanting this to end, but knowing that I need to be quick, I reach aroundand find her clit, rubbing in tight circles as I chase both of our releases. The moment her cunt clamps around my dick, I lose it, slamming inside of her over and over as her knuckles turn white, and she clings to the edge of the counter.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” I pant, opening the medicine cabinet and pulling out the plug I stashed in there after I cleaned this morning.
“Sebastian,” Starling whines when she sees it.
“There’s no point pretending that you don’t like it when I push this into your ass, because we both know you do. Especially when I use my cum as lube.” Slipping my dick from her pussy, I slide the plug into her, coating it in my cum, before I bring it to her ass and slowly push it into her, watching with rapt attention as her body accepts it.
