I pull my lips off of hers enough to speak against her mouth. “Do you see that group of people on the beach? I think they’re watching me fuck you. They know that my cock is buried deep in your cunt. You look like a dick-hungry slut. Are you? Tell me, Baby Bird, are you hungry for Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes,” she practically screams.
I was exaggerating about them watching before, but after she screams, they’re watching now. “Say it,” I demand.
“Say what?” she asks through panting breaths.
“Tell me you’re a cock-hungry slut, and I’ll let you come. I’ll even take you back to our room and fuck you hard, the way you like,” I tell her.
“I’m your cock-hungry slut, Daddy. Now, please let me come,” she begs more.
“As you wish.” I start to lose myself in her, but I’m momentarily distracted by the group of twenty-somethings on the beach. They’re trying to be discreet, but even from here, I can see hands have disappeared under clothing.
Knowing they’re watching, and enjoying the show, adds a level of spice even our hot sex life has been missing. I reach between us and frantically stroke her clit so she comes with me. I can’t hold on much longer.
Sensing she’s about to scream, I pull her mouth back to mine and come with her when her hot cunt chokes my dick. I hold myself buried deep and rock into her as I coat her pussy with my release. The only thing that could make this better would be if I thought I may have knocked her up one more time. The surprise I have for her in my bag proves that it won’t be happening ever again. The thought makes me a little sad.
She breathes heavily against my mouth as we both take a moment to come down from the high. Before I pull out, I kiss her softly. “I love you more than any other human has ever been loved. Forever will never be long enough.”
I can’t help but walk past our group of voyeurs when we make it back to the beach. Immediately, I know these guys are different than others I’ve met. They are certainly nothing like Scott, even if they are about the same age.
We pass them as we walk back to the hotel. I freeze when we get close. “Are you Ford Shaw?” I ask, a little stunned. “You’re the quarterback for the Portland Wolves, right?”
He looks at the woman, who I realize is his wife, and tenses up. “Look, I just want to hang with my wife today. Not trying to be rude.”
“Relax, Ford, they gave us a good show. You should sign something for him,” the other guy, with a much darker demeanor, says. I thought I screamed grouchy asshole, but this guy is practically using a bullhorn.
“I don’t collect autographs, just surprised at who was watching us.” I chuckle as Wren tries to coyly move behind me and hide.
“You know Ford and may have seen his wife, Tessa. I’m Jackson, and this is my wife, Raven. Do you mind if I ask, how long have you been married?”
“Ten years,” I answer them.
“Do you have kids?” Jackson asks me.
Wren chuckles. “Four that are ours. He has a son who is my age, my ex-husband, actually.”
Jackson shrugs, “Eh, Ford and Tessa used to be step-siblings. Raven is my best friend’s little sister. The important part is that you have been married for a decade, have a lot of kids, and are still going strong.”
“And hard,” Ford adds, laughing.
I can practically feel Wren’s blushing cheeks burning against my back.
“You’re an inspiration.” Turning to his wife, Jackson says, “I think maybe we should go work on having a baby.”
“It’s a good thing you feel that way,” Raven says, “because I’m pretty sure we’ve already got one cooking.” She pats her flat belly.
A look of awe spreads across his face. I know that feeling. I envy him the joy you feel watching your woman grow your child.
“Congratulations, I wish we could have another,” I say to them.
“Why can’t we?” Wren asks.
I shove my hand in my hair, suddenly afraid that my surprise isn’t going to be well received. “I, uh, kind of had that vasectomy I’ve been promising. It was when things were tense. I thought it would let you know I care about what you want. But I couldn’t figure out a good way to tell you that wasn’t weird,” I mumble.
She shrugs, unbothered. “Good, because I am not having more than five kids.”
I put my hand against her forehead. I didn’t think we’d been out in the heat for too long, but maybe she’s suffering heat stroke already. “Baby Bird, we’ve only got four kids.”
