I looked down at Hayden, and she was knocked out with her thumb in her mouth.
“She ain’t heard a word I said. But it ain’t no secret how I’m coming behind her mother.”
Harvest just shook her head and turned the projector off. When I came in, it looked like they were watching one of those princess movies that Hayden watched damn near every day.
I stared at Harvest when she stood and stretched. She folded the throw blankets and placed them in one of the empty chairs.
Since she was home all day, she wore navy-blue leggings with a T-shirt to match. The twins made her hips spread even more than they were before, and I kept my head buried between them every chance I got. To this day, she still smelled like caramel and vanilla. I found someone to make it into an air freshener, and I kept that shit in my office. I was obsessed with my wife and wasn’t afraid to show it.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Boston?” Harvest asked as she picked up the empty popcorn buckets.
“Because you so gotdamn fine.”
Harvest blushed and I smiled.
“Thank you, and so are you.” She blew me a kiss.
I stood with Hayden still on my chest. I walked over to Harvest and grabbed the trash from her hand.
“How about I put baby girl down in her room and clean this stuff up. Afterwards, we get into some shit.”
“You always trying to get into some shit.”
“As long as it’s your shit, hell yeah.”
Harvest giggled, but she agreed.
It took me no time to put baby girl down, check on Brayden, then meet Harvest in our bedroom. I didn’t even give a damn about the trash in the theater room; that shit could wait. As the song said, there was a meeting in my bedroom, and I wasn’t trying to be late for it.
“You about to cum for me, mama?” I asked Harvest as my fingers strummed her clit.
We were on the balcony of our hotel room in Vegas, and the night air felt good against our sweaty bodies.
We spent the day with our friends, eating, drinking, and smoking. We even got some gambling in. I lost a couple of racks, but I didn’t care. I made that money back in my sleep.
“Boston.” Harvest moaned.
“Cum for me, because I’m about to spray your walls. I hope this time it’s another baby.”
I pinched her clit, and she sprayed her essence on my dick, thighs, and the chair. Harvest didn’t squirt all the time, but when she did, it was a sight to see.
I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her head back so I could kiss her. As we shared a passionate kiss, my dick hardened again. I was ready to take this shit inside, so I stood and pulled out of Harvest. The remnants of what we did dropped down her thigh, and I licked my lips.
I picked her up and carried her inside, then dropped her onto the bed and buried my head between her legs. I sucked her pussy into my mouth. For Harvest, I was a nasty ass nigga and didn’t give two fucks about it. This was my wife, my whole fucking world. I ate her pussy morning, noon, and night.
Harvest and I were freaky sober, but with the weed and liquor, shit was turned up another notch. We didn’t indulge that much when we were home, because of the kids, but sometimes, we would sit in the back and smoke a blunt before we fucked on one of the chairs. The nanny almost caught us one time, so we tried to be careful when they were around.
When she came again on my tongue, I kissed up her body until I reached her mouth. She sucked her juices off my tongue as I slid inside of her.
Since I fucked her on the balcony, I took my time making love to her. It was important to have that balance. I treated my wife like a queen in the streets, but behind closed doors, I slutted her sexy ass out.
Every time I thought about the way things happened with Harvest, I felt blessed.
I stopped stroking and stared into Harvest’s eyes. They were red and low from the weed, but I still saw the love she had for me in them.
“Aren’t you glad you wereclaimed in Vegas?”
“Absolutely.” She grinned, then tightened around my dick.
