Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
This dog always makes me laugh. That’s the thing about pugs. With their uncoordinated grace, their bulging ping pong ball eyes, and their curled tails—they’ll make you laugh every day of their life. They’re the most clumsy awkward beings in the animal kingdom and that’s why I adore them.
“Hey, Shenzi!” I say as I kneel down and pet her. “How was your day?”
She spins in a circle getting more excited by the second as she covers my legs in dog hair.
“Did you sleep all day again?”
Her tongue hangs out as she looks up at me with her bulging eyes.
“Man, I missed you,” a deep familiar voice rings out from the house.
I gasp as I look up and see my husband strutting out of the house in a pair of jeans and a tight gray shirt. He still takes my breath away every time. He’s magnificent.
“I thought you were only getting home later tonight?” I ask with my heart pounding.
He gives me that grin I love so much. “Surprise.”
“It certainly is,” I say as I stand up, wishing I wasn’t covered in dog hair. “If I knew, I would have let the kids walk home from school to give us some time alone.”
He laughs. “It’s over twenty miles.”
“I like to take my time,” I say with a sultry look. “When you have a superstar like Sebastian Kemp to pleasure, you want to make it last.”
He struts up to me, grabs my chin in his strong hand, and tilts my head up. His heated blue eyes are trained on my parted lips.
Oh god…
My body is already going. I need him. I can’t wait until the kids are asleep.
“Shed?”
I moan as I look at the ravenous intensity in his eyes. “Shed,” I whisper.
The kids are probably online with their friends or playing video games inside. We should have an hour without interruption, but with the way our bodies are so primed and ready, I doubt we’ll need that long.
We hurry to the shed and sneak inside, locking the door behind us.
With the smell of gasoline from the ride-on mower and chlorine from the pool, it’s not exactly romantic, but I’m not in the mood for romance. I’m in the mood for some hard fucking and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
My barbarian husband bends me over the tractor, yanks up my skirt, pulls my wet panties to the side, and thrusts his big hard cock into my aching pussy with one hard drive of his hips.
I cry out in bliss when I feel him stretching me out.
It feels so good. He’s so big. So fucking hard.
He rams his thick cock into me over and over until I’m holding back screams and cumming all over his huge dick.
I close my eyes and moan when I feel his cock surging inside of me, filling me with his hot seed.
He’s amazing. He’s not just a star at hockey. He’s talented in so many ways…
After recovering from our intense orgasms, we get dressed and head back out, pretending like we were examining a broken weed whacker the whole time just in case any of the kids are around.
We’ll do it again properly with some foreplay and romance later tonight when the kids are sleeping, but that should hold us over for now.
Marriage with kids… It’s not always perfect, but it can always be fun!
Epilogue
Sebastian
Forty Years Later…
“Is that really you, Grandpa?” Hunter asks as he points to the bronze bust of me in my playing days. It’s on display beside my signed Hyenas jersey hanging on the wall.
We’re all at the Hockey Hall of Fame—me, Alina, our four kids, their spouses, and our twelve grandchildren. We stopped here on the way back from our vacation in Yellowstone.
“It sure is,” I say as a rush of old memories come back.
“But where are all your wrinkles?” Hunter asks, looking confused. All the adults laugh.
“He didn’t have wrinkles back then,” Alina says with a warm smile. “Wasn’t he handsome?”
Hunter scrunches his face up and tilts his head as he stares at the bust. “I like him better with wrinkles.”
“You know what?” Alina says as she puts her arm around me. “So do I.”
I smile as I kiss my girl on top of her head. I like her wrinkles too. Each one was formed by a lifetime of smiles and laughs. Our happiness over the years is literally visible on our faces.
We’ve had the most amazing life together. Fifty years and too many good times to count.
“Why did they call you The Sniper?” My granddaughter Nancy asks when she sees my old nickname on the wall.
“Because he killed people, duh,” Hunter says with a roll of his eyes.
We try not to laugh, but this kid is effortlessly funny.
“My sweetheart didn’t kill anyone,” Alina says with a kiss on my cheek. “They called him The Sniper because he had the most accurate shot of all time. If the goalie was foolish enough to leave one tiny hole open, Sebastian would slide the puck in, no matter where it was.”