Part Three
By Keegan Kennedy
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Copyright 2012
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The Substitute Wife – Part Three
Opening my eyes in the darkness, I looked over at the alarm clock to see that it was 4:13 in the morning.
I’d adapted to my husband’s wake-up time of 4:15 to the point that I now woke a few minutes before the alarm. Reaching over and turning it off, I momentarily rolled back into Hank’s strong arms. His hairy forearms and biceps closed around my waist. The sound of his soft snoring filled my ears over the hum of the air conditioner. When we slept, he always held me tightly, just like this, and it was nothing short of heavenly. If I moved more than a couple of inches away from him at night, Hank would wake from the deepest of sleeps and reach for me. He had told me more than once that he’d be unable to sleep a wink without his arms around me.
How could you not love a man when he told you something like that?
Hank’s bulging arms, muscular chest, and gentle snoring always made me feel so safe and secure.
Now at thirty-nine, my husband, Hank was all the man that I ever needed or wanted. With a broad and muscular frame, he stood proudly at 6 foot, 5 inches. He had the sexiest chest, compelling blue eyes, and dark hair. On the other hand, I was blond, slender, and stood at only 5 foot, 8. And today, I would turn nineteen.
Our love story wasn’t a conventional one because Hank had been my stepfather. Although he still liked for me to call him Daddy sometimes, he was legally my husband in every way possible. After my no-good, white trash mother, Angie, had left me with Hank, I’d incorrectly thought that it was the end of the world… To my delight and relief, Hank had stepped up and taken care of me and we’d formed a close bond. Eventually, that bond became love and Hank had claimed me as his. Now, I was proudly Austin Ford.
I’ve said it before, but you could set a watch by my Hank. As I snuggled back against him, my husband’s ten-inch alarm lodged in between my cheeks. Hungry for it, I wiggled my ass against his thick shaft. His throbbing cock was leaking precum, moistening my smooth crack and my sensitive pink hole. I snaked down his body under the covers and he muttered my name in his slumber. “Austin.”
With my head disappearing under the comforter, I couldn’t help but smile. Hearing the man you love call your name in his sleep was an incredible feeling and not to mention an extremely romantic form of validation. As I moved between his legs, I took his prick into my hand before closing my lips around the head. Above the sheet, Hank moaned.
My tongue flicked around the bulbous crown. As the musky scent of his sex filled my nostrils, I lapped under Hank’s foreskin, tasting his salty precum. Hank mumbled my name again, and his hands found the back of my head. His thick, calloused fingers laced through my hair.
I swallowed his cock to the root and he gasped. “Oh, yeah, sweet boy,” his husky voice was full of his growing need, “suck your man’s cock!” Thrusting his hips, he rammed his prick in and out of my mouth. “Show your man how much you love his meat!” he grumbled.
Relaxing his grip in my hair, I bobbed up and down on his cock, slurping and sucking. Naturally, I was hard, but I wasn’t worried about my dick. I liked Hank to cum at least once or twice before I got off. He was the man, and I was his boy, so I always strove to take care of husband’s needs first.
Pulling the covers off, Hank continued to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth until his prick started to swell with his impending release.
“No!” He slowed. “I wanna fuck you and shoot my load in your hole!” He pulled his cock from my mouth. “Get up on your hands and knees!”
Doing as I was told, I shifted onto all fours and Hank moved in behind me. Spreading my ass cheeks with his large hands, Hank dove into my ass with his tongue.
“Ohhhh, Sir!” I moaned as he teased my ring. My hole was still sore from the night before when Hank had tied me to our bed and fucked me three times, but I always wanted more. I could feel the coarse hair of his scruff igniting the skin around my entry. “Eat my pussy, Daddy!” I screamed out.
In between tongue-stabs against my wet ring, Hank growled. “Gonna get your hole wet for Daddy’s cock!”
“Yes!” I exclaimed as his tongue worked deeper into my wanton ass.
“You taste so good,” he grumbled. “I could feast on your hole all day and night, baby!”
“I love you, Sir!” I gasped as his tongue seemed to reach new depths inside my clenching entry.
“I love you too, boy!”
Without warning, Hank shifted and replaced his tongue with the tip of his monster cock. He rubbed the head against my quivering slit, smearing his precum and adding more natural lube to my ring.
Grabbing my waist, my husband drove his cock into my ass.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed out.
I’d taken Hank’s cock into my ass countless times within the last year, but it still made me yelp. The oversized crown and the wrist-sized shaft stretched open my insides.
“Fuck yeah!” he howled. “Take my cock!”
“Yes, Sir!” I wailed.
Spreading my folded legs apart, Hank buried his entire length inside me, thrusting his unyielding prick in and out of my ass.
“Squeeze it!” he demanded.
Obediently, I used my well-trained ass muscles and gripped his cock.
“Yeah, that’s it!”
Slamming my ass, Hank repeatedly long-dicked me, driving his uncut cock all the way in and then all the way out while I whimpered. With each pump, the massive head grazed against my spot, making my body shudder with ecstasy. He began a slow and relentless pounding of my ass.
“Take your husband’s cock like a wife should, boy!”
“Yes!” I wailed. “Fuck me, please!”
Suddenly, his cock swelled and throbbed. Panting, Hank began to grunt.
“Gonna shoot!” he hollered.
“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me!” I screamed out as his width and length stretched my anal walls even more.
“Take my load, boy!” The first of his morning cum fired like a cannon from the massive head. “Fuck, yeah!”
Wad after wad of Hank’s essential ooze filled my hole. I could feel the intense flood of liquid heat filling me while his cock continued to impale my trembling body. Swirling around in my tunnel, his morning batch was thick and abundant. When his thrusts slowed, Hank collapsed on top of me with his cock still buried in my ass.
“I love you, Austin,” he whispered.
“I love you too, Sir…”
Like I did almost every morning, as Hank got in the shower, I picked out Hank’s clothes for the day.
With my husband’s sticky cum buried inside me, I slipped on my white Hanes briefs and hurried into the kitchen to start breakfast. Right on schedule, I looked at the clock on the stove and it was 4:35. Hank wouldn’t be making his appearance in our kitchen for another 25 minutes, but he would be expecting his breakfast waiting on him. After eating, and sometimes another quick blowjob or fuck, my husband was usually on his way out the door by 5:30. This morning’s menu was fried eggs, bacon, hash browns, and butter toast.
I was so proud of Hank. He’d always been hard-working, but now he owned and operated his own construction business. He was an awesome breadwinner.
As I put down Hank’s full plate on the table in the kitchen, I looked to the door from the hallway with a smile on my face. On cue, my brawny hunk of a husband swaggered into the kitchen wearing a black t-shirt, his faded blue jeans, and his size 14 cowboy boots. He still made my mouth water.
“Breakfast looks good, babe,” he muttered, slapping my brief-covered ass and giving me a quick kiss on the lips.
Sitting down, Hank began to eat. After going quickly through his first cup of coffee, I poured him another.
“Today is a big day, huh, boy?” he asked, putting his arm around my waist and resting it on my ass.
“Tomorrow is even bigger,” I shot back playfully.
“I can’t imagine a bigger day than the one when a boy as sweet and as beautiful as you was brought into this old world,” Hank offered genuinely.
I blushed. “I can think of a better day,” I said, putting the coffee pot on the stove.
“And what’s that?”
“The day you married me and gave me your last name... Which just happens to be tomorrow.”
“I reckon we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one,” Hank said, pulling me onto his lap. “Both are fine days, though.”
I put my arms around his neck and looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed me.
“Oh, we’re having some people over to celebrate your birthday tonight,” he announced.
“Really?” I questioned. This came as a surprise. “I wish you’d have told me. I’d planned on polishing your boots, shaving my legs, and doing some cleaning tonight… I guess that I’ll need to run to K-Mart and cook up a storm today.”
“No—no—no!” Hank exclaimed. “You ain’t cooking today! This party is to celebrate your birthday! I’m picking up the cake, some beer, and one of them party platters from Kroger. Ms. Woaweesa is taking care of the rest.”
“Wow!” I gasped. “You planned all this for me?”
“Yeah,” Hank replied, looking at me incredulously. “You’re my boy... I love you. This is your birthday, so I’m gonna make this special for you.”
“I’m touched, Sir.”
“Austin, you’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been in all my life! I’ve never had anyone take care of me like the way you do. You obey my word, you cook and clean for me, and you love me like no one ever has. You’re everything to me, boy.”
Tears emerged, flowing from my eyes. “Oh, Hank!” I sobbed. “You don’t know how much that means to hear you say that!”
He rolled his eyes. “Stop them waterworks, Austin,” he ordered. “Ya know that seeing ya cry tugs at my heartstrings.”
“Sorry,” I replied reluctantly, wiping the tears from my cheeks. “I just love you so much.”
“And I love you too, boy,” Hank countered. “Ms. Woaweesa wanted to keep it a secret, but I didn’t want ya to have some big meal waiting for me when I got home tonight. So act surprised!”
“Anything you say,” I replied, holding him closely and kissing him on the cheek. “So who all is coming?”
“Ms. Woaweesa, of course,” he began. “My secretary, Tonya, her husband, and their baby… Also, that couple we went to dinner with last week: Coach Murdock and his boy, Rob Hill.”
“I like Coach Murdock and Rob. They’re a lot like us.”
“True. Brick is my age and his boy, Rob, is yours. I do like the fact that there are other couples out there like me and you... Remember, Brick is Rob’s wrestling coach, so they’re not as open as me and you.”
“I won’t forget, Sir.”
“That’s my boy,” Hank said, kissing me again.
“So,” I began playfully pouting. “You still gonna love me as much as ya do when I turn 19?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are ya saying that I’m one of them chicken hawks?” Hank grinned.
“If the shoe fits, Daddy,” I teased.
“I’m gonna get you for that!” Hank laughed, tickling my exposed stomach and ribs.
Giggling and twisting, I jumped from his lap and ran from him. Leaping from the chair, Hank was just a few steps behind me. Grabbing me, he put his hand over my mouth while I wiggled my ass against his crotch.
“I’m gonna teach ya a lesson for calling me a chicken hawk, boy!” Hank growled into my ear.
I could feel his cock getting hard in his jeans.
While holding me close to him, Hank reached into the kitchen drawer and grabbed a few items with his free hand. Letting go of my mouth, he pulled my wrists behind me and quickly tied them together at the small of my back over the waistband of my briefs.
My cock sprang to life in my underwear. “You not wanting me to get away, Daddy?” I jested.
“No, boy!” he grunted.
I listened as he ripped off a piece of duct tape. Then he put it over my lips, sealing them together. I couldn’t help but moan because I loved it when Hank tied me up.
Grabbing me by the arm, Hank dragged me back to the kitchen chair. He sat down and jerked me across his lap. Squirming, I was positioned with my ass squarely over his legs. I detected his cock throbbing in his jeans.
“When I heard that sassy mouth of yours, it occurred to me that ya need your birthday spanking!”
I moaned into the tape gag. Helpless over my husband’s lap, I knew what was coming next... Raising his hand, Hank slapped the cheeks of my bubble butt.
“One!” He paused, striking again and again. “Two! Three! Four!”
I loved when he spanked me.
“Five! Six!” he continued, whacking my ass.
Jerking my briefs down over my smooth cheeks, Hank exposed my reddening ass. He paused, running his rough hands over my soft skin. “Beautiful,” he muttered.
I moaned again.
“Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!” he continued, making my ass sting.
“Eleven, Twelve! Thirteen! Fourteen! Fifteen!” He was putting his strength into my birthday spanking.
When the intensity of his swats increased, his cock jumped underneath my stomach. My heart was slamming in my chest and my breath quickened.
“Sixteen! Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! And one to grow on!” he concluded.
Hank’s hands began to play with my ass and his fingers opened my crack. The tip of his middle digit found my cum-filled entry and he inserted his finger into my hole.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck your ass one last time before work,” he declared, picking me up and pushing me toward the couch.
With my mouth taped up and my wrists tied behind my back, Hank bent me over the arm of our couch and unzipped his jeans. Roughly, he shoved his massive cock into me, and I screamed into the tape gag. Luckily, my hole was still lubricated with his morning load and stretched out already. Spreading my legs, he slammed me hard and deep.
Hank bent over me. “Daddy loves his sweet boy!” he grunted.
And within a few minutes, he pumped another hot and juicy load into my ass...
“Happy nineteenth birthday, Austin!” Tonya, Hank’s secretary, shouted gleefully.
Tonya was a young black woman with a pretty face, a thin body, and wore her hair in braids. With her baby boy on her hip, she was followed by her gruff-looking husband. Dontez was actually nice, but he was quiet like Hank. He was a slightly overweight guy with a plump face and kind eyes.
“Yeah, Happy Birthday,” he greeted.
“Thank you!” I happily replied, opening the door and inviting them inside. “Come on in! Hank is manning the grill and we got everything set up in the backyard.”
Tonya’s husband barreled past us toward the smell of cooking meat that was flowing freely through the house.
“Don’t mind him!” she stated. “He’s longing for a cold beer and a burger.”
“Ya came to the right place because we got plenty of everything.” We walked inside the house and my attention turned to the precious baby with the large brown eyes in her arms. “So this is little Tyler Perry Washington.”
“The one and only!” Tonya replied proudly. “Named after my favorite actor, Tyler Perry! My man wasn’t too thrilled about naming his first son after a drag queen, but I put my foot down.”
“At least ya didn’t name him RuPaul.”
She laughed in reply.
“Anyway, he is precious,” I beamed.
“He’s a holy terror!” Tonya countered. “But he’s the light of my life.”
“Well, come on outside and join the party. We got plenty of eats, and the lamps that Hank set up are keeping the mosquitos away.”
“Your man is one handy guy.”
“Hank definitely knows his stuff. I don’t know what I’d do without him…”
In the warm air of the early evening, I couldn’t help but smile.
This was the first, actual birthday party that anyone had ever thrown for me, and it was all thanks to Hank. Strolling to the picnic table, I looked over the spread of food that Ms. Woaweesa had arranged under the lamplight. There was a large cooler full of beers on ice. Hank already had some hot dogs and hamburgers grilled. They were cooling on plates next to the buns and condiments. There were also several bags of chips, a sandwich tray with cold cuts and cheese, some of those little cocktail weenies floating in a bowl of barbecue sauce, and Ms. Woaweesa’s potato salad.
Rob Hill walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
“Happy birthday, man,” he offered with a smile.
“Thanks, Rob.”
Rob was a wrestler on a scholarship to the University of Iowa, so he was far more sporty and athletic than me. Regardless of how masculine he was, from what Hank had told me, Rob was Coach Murdock’s submissive, so that was one thing we had in common.
Rob and Coach Murdock had started having sex when Rob was in high school. When Rob got his college scholarship, Coach Murdock had followed him. Now, they were a couple similar to Hank and myself. Because of the situation with the wrestling team and the university, their relationship was very secretive. In fact, Hank and I were two of a handful of people that knew that Rob was Coach Brick Murdock’s boy.
“You’re lucky,” Rob said with a glum tone in his deep voice.
“You mean because I have Hank?” I questioned.
“Yeah, but more because you can be so out in the open,” the jock admitted. “Hank married you and gave you his last name. I envy you that.”
“Our situations are very different, Rob.”
“I know,” he conceded. “Sometimes, it gets frustrating, though, especially when I see you and Hank so happy.”
“I’m sure that one of these days Coach Murdock will make an honest boy out of you. You just hang in there…”
There are neighbors and new friends all about.
There is music and food… But my eyes keep finding their way back to Austin.
He’s the most beautiful thing that this crazy, old world has ever given me.
That angelic boy takes all my aggression and all my orders. That sweet soul worships me like no one ever has. He makes me feel like the man that I was meant to be. And I’d lay down my life to make sure that he’s always protected and safe…
When Angie had brought him into my house almost six years ago, I have to admit that I was attracted to the boy. Back then, my desire had seemed so strange, but I was drawn to him from day one. Never before had I lusted after some teenager, especially a male. That had been a surprise. But something about him stoked the fires within me.
Some would say that what I felt for the boy was wrong. After all, he was only a kid at the time. So I was distant and maybe even cold to him, but I loved him more than I ever did that no-good mother of his. In my defense, I didn’t lay a goddamned hand on him until I could take him legally as mine!
Instead, I watched him grow and turn into the sweet, sensitive boy that stole my hardened heart.
When that bitch left us, it was the best thing to ever happen to me. It was just me and him against the world… His willingness to care for me and do my bidding without question acted on me like a tonic. He was everything that I’d ever wanted in a wife, so I had counted the days and waited until the boy turned 18. Then I took him and claimed him as a man does…
Austin is my wife. Austin is my boy. Austin is my whole world.
As I continued to watch him, I heard a voice from behind me.
“Hank!”
I turned to see Coach Brick Murdock with his hand extended toward mine. I took and shook it firmly.
“I’m happy you and your boy could come,” I said.
“I’m glad you invited us,” Brick replied in his deep, gravelly voice.
Brick was about the same build as me and we were about the same age. It was nice to know another couple like Austin and me.
“Rob has been wanting us to do more socially and all, so this seemed like a good opportunity.”
I studied him closely. “What’s eatin’ ya, man?”
“Well, it’s Rob,” the coach began. “I do love the boy, but he wants to go public about the two of us.”
I rubbed my chin. “With your situation, that has to be quite the pickle.”
“Believe me, it is,” he huffed. “Rob sees what you and Austin have and he wants it too. He actually brought up the two of us getting married the other day.”
“You know how boys that age are, especially bottom boys. Submissives can be as emotional as women sometimes. Your boy doesn’t see how things are. He’s just got stars in his eyes.”
“That he does.”
“Do ya wanna marry the boy?”
“I suppose I do,” he replied. “I never considered anything like that until Rob, but I’m his coach, and he’s on a wrestling scholarship that I helped him get. If folks were to find out the truth about our relationship, I’d lose my job and he might even lose his scholarship. It’s hard for me to be with the boy like I wanna without fear of someone seeing us.”
“That is a danger,” I replied cautiously. “But it sounds to me that your boy is looking for assurance from you,” I theorized.
“Assurance?”
“Yep, if ya do love him and if ya do wanna marry him, you should set a date, maybe for three or so years from now. Boys his age want that security from their Dads.” We both chuckled at the word. “By then, he’ll have graduated, so you can take him as your boy without anyone being able to say shit about it. Hell, maybe even buy him an engagement ring to prove you’re for real.” I paused. “If ya explain your position and actually set a real, tangible date, Rob would have something to look forward to. In a way, he would have that validation that he wants from ya. Your promise would comfort him and maybe bring him that security that he needs. In the meantime, if ya ever wanna do a date night, you two can hang out with me and Austin. So, if ya get seen around town, it’ll look like a group of us just hanging out.”
Brick smiled at me. “That’s some damn good advice, Hank. I really appreciate that.”
“Anytime,” I replied.
“So is that Justin Beavers kid gay?” Tonya asked me with her baby on her lap while she ate some of Ms. Woaweesa’s potato salad.
“Ya never know,” I replied. “I think he has a girlfriend, but it could all be smoke and mirrors.”
“Hold on!” Ms. Woaweesa declared from beside me at the picnic table. “That Justin Beavers is a boy? I thought he was a female—one of them lesbians! I saw a lesbian that looked just like him on Maury Povich! I think the episode was called Too Fat to Be a Drag Queen!”
“He does look like a lesbian,” I admitted. “Of course, I’ve never seen him up close or anything. Personally, I always thought he might’ve gotten neutered at the vet or something. He does nothing for me.”
“We all know what your type is!” Tonya interjected sassily.
I blushed. “You’re right about that,” I replied, looking over at Hank, who was speaking with Rob and Coach Murdock across the yard.
“Well, what about the black man that plays that drag queen in all them movies? Madea or something like that… Is he gay?” Woaweesa asked.
“Hell, naw!” Tonya replied, getting fired up. “Tyler Perry is not gay! My baby boy is named for him! He’s a good Christian man and he’s got a girlfriend and a baby!”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Yeah, right!” I shot back, doing some air quotes. “He’s got a girlfriend, and I’d bet a million dollars that baby wasn’t conceived in a bed!”
“Well, what about Tom Cruise?” Woaweesa asked.
“Who do I look like?” I laughed. “The spokesperson for closeted gay celebrities?”
Woaweesa glowered playfully. “Well, excuse me for living!”
“It’s okay, Ms. Woaweesa,” I replied. “It was meant with all of the affection of a loving neighbor.”
She didn’t reply. Instead, she looked past me toward the back door. “Who is that?”
“Who?” I asked, turning around.
I spotted a woman, standing at the back door of our house.
“Austin!” she screamed out as she emphatically waved in my direction. “Happy Birthday!”
My world stopped and my mouth fell open. I shot a panicked look over at Hank, who was gaping back at me.
“Who is she?” Tonya asked.
“I think that’s my mother,” I replied blankly.
With the wind nearly knocked out of me, I stood and approached her like a prisoner headed toward an executioner. Within seconds, Hank was at my side. He was speechless as well. Everyone watched as we moved toward her.
The woman looked sort of like Angie. She had the same bleached-blonde hair, but she was about 200 pounds heavier than when I’d last seen her. Dressed in a halter top and mini-skirt, she had a similar wardrobe to what Angie used to wear. Instead of having a svelte frame like she did two and a half years ago, this woman was portly and her skin hung in rolls over the tight and constricting outfit. There’s nothing wrong with being a heavier person, but a halter and mini-skirt weren’t usually good ideas. She was wearing jelly shoes and had a blue jean purse over her bare shoulder. Although she wore make-up, she had blotchy skin and missing teeth.
She opened her arms as I approached with a dumbfounded look on my face.
“Angie?” I asked incredulously.
“Last time I checked, I was your momma!” she snapped back. “I didn’t realize we wuz on a first name basis!”
“Last time I checked, you ditched me two and a half years ago!” I spat.
Hank put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Austin, boy, calm down.”
“Howdy, Hank,” Angie cooed, batting her mascara-caked eyelashes. “You’re looking as delicious as ever.”
“I’m afraid I can’t say the same about you, Angie,” he replied curtly.
“What happened to you?” I asked. “Didn’t you used to have more teeth?”
“Oh, that was the crystal meth,” Angie said dismissively. “I got off of that, and I’m walking with the Lord now! That’s how come I put on the weight.”
I couldn’t believe that this woman had shown up in the middle of my birthday party. I was outraged. The last thing I was going to do was let this deadbeat ruin my marriage to Hank.
“What do you want here?” Hank asked brusquely.
“I’ve come home!” she declared.
“This isn’t your home!” I retorted. “This home belongs to Hank and me!”
“Well, all that is gonna change ‘cause Momma has come home!”
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked viciously with Angie sitting across from me at the kitchen table.
Hank had quickly excused our party guests. We had left all the food, napkins, and plates outside. With Hank to my left, Angie sat across the table from the two of us.
“Well, Austin,” she began in her exaggerated accent. “I was hoping for a warmer reception than this.”
“What did you expect a red carpet and a sash?” I asked acidly.
Hank chuckled from my side.
“No!” she quickly replied. “But I expected a little more excitement from my husband and my son!”
“We ain’t married no more!” Hank roared. “I made sure to take care of that in case your sorry ass showed back up!”
“That’s right!” I chimed in. “Besides, Hank and I are married now!” I flashed my gold band in front of her. “He’s my husband!”
I suddenly felt like I was trapped in an episode of Jerry Springer.
Angie gave me a scathing look. “I heard about your little pretend marriage! In the eyes of God, you’ll never be married! You two are abominations!”
“I don’t give a shit about the eyes of God! That bullshit only works on people who subscribe to those beliefs,” I laughed. “So save that crap! And our marriage is real in every way, Angie! I’m a better spouse to Hank than you ever were! And who are you to speak about God and sin anyway? You think God had his eyes closed when you were a crack whore? Or when you used to forge checks? Or when you used to walk into nursing homes disguised as a worker and steal the patient’s money? And how ‘bout when you used to go door-to-door and pretend to collect for the March of Dimes and pocket the money instead? So how dare you walk up into my house and act like some paragon of virtue, saying that me and Hank are sinning by being in a committed, monogamous relationship?!”
“We are legally married,” Hank informed her coldly as he put his hand over mine.
She looked at me. “I always knew you were a homo!” Then she turned toward Hank. “I had no idea you liked little boys! So have you been fuckin’ my son for all this time?!”
“No!” Hank thundered. “It wasn’t like that!”
“Even if it was, it isn’t any of your business!” I yelled. “You lost any say that you had over me when you left me and Hank for that gross trucker!”
“I’ll always be your momma!” Angie insisted.
“I might not be able to change genetics, but Hank is all the family I need now!”
“So,” Angie began, turning toward Hank. “You done turned my own flesh and blood against me!”
I glowered at her. “I think ya did a pretty damn good job of doing that yourself!”
“Everyone calm the fuck down!” Hank blasted, slamming his fist down on the table. “I am the man of this house and I am the head of this family!” He paused, inhaling a deep breath through his flared nostrils. “Angie, what is it that ya want from us?”
“I done told ya,” she began. “I is here ta reclaim my husband and my son!”
“That ain’t happening!” I shot back defiantly.
“Austin!” Hank growled. “Be quiet, boy!” He paused. “Now, here is the way of things, Angie,” he began sternly. “You and I are divorced! I’m married to Austin now and that ain’t ever gonna change no matter who shows up to darken our door.”
Angie scowled.
“You may have given birth to Austin, but he doesn’t want anything to do with you!” Hank turned toward me. “That’s right, ain’t it?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
“This ain’t your house!” my husband began again. “You have no legal claim to it, and you ain’t welcome here! And that’s the end of this discussion!”
Her face fell, her expression saddened, and her lips began to quiver. “I ain’t got no place ta go,” Angie whimpered. “I’m homeless.” Tears began to fall from her hazel eyes.
I wasn’t buying her phony tears for one second. I had seen her whip up tears to manipulate men for as long as I could remember. I had seen the same facial tics and hopeless expressions too many times. I swear that my mother could make Meryl Streep look like an amateur.
Hank looked over at me and I could see the compassion in his eyes. I shook my head and mouthed the word no at him.
“Well, maybe I can put ya up at the Red Roof Inn for a couple of nights,” Hank offered.
Immediately, Angie’s tears disappeared and her smile returned. “Oh, really, that is so kind of ya!”
“Just for a couple of nights!” I added.
She shot me a sharp look.
“That’s right… just a couple of nights,” Hank reiterated calmly. “Then, maybe me and Austin will help ya find one of them women’s shelters that’ll take ya in.”
“Oh thank you, Hank!” she gushed. “Thank you so much!”
“Maybe we can find her a shelter down in South America or maybe in Antarctica,” I added.
“We’ll both try to help her find some new situation of her own,” Hank said kindly. “After all, she is your momma, Austin. Even she deserves a fresh start.”
I paused, glaring at her. “I suppose you’re right, Hank,” I grudgingly replied.
“Now, if it’s possible to trouble ya for one more thing,” Angie said with a sneaky smile. “If I ain’t your wife no more, I suppose that I’m your mother-in-law now. So, can I borrow fifty dollars for food and such? I haven’t eaten in days.”
“Ya could’ve fooled me!” I blasted.
Again, she shot me a dirty look.
“Of course, we can help ya with a little money, Angie,” Hank said, gripping his hand over mine. “You are Austin’s mother, but two nights at the Red Roof Inn and fifty bucks is all you’re getting. Then we’re gonna part ways.”
“I understand,” she replied with a forced smile. “I promise ya both that ya won’t regret helping me.”
“I hate how things turned out today, sweet boy,” Hank said softly as he moved on top of me in our bed.
Putting my book aside, I caught a whiff of his Old Spice shower gel. His muscular chest rubbed against mine and his long, strong arms wrapped around my waist.
“It’s not your fault,” I replied, looking up into his blue eyes. “I loved my party. Well, up until...”
“Angie,” he stated.
“Yes, her!” I pouted. “She had to pick this weekend of all times to show her face at our door!”
“I’m sorry she ruined your birthday weekend, Austin.”
“I’m more worried about our one-year anniversary. We’ve been married for a whole year and this has been the happiest time of my entire life… I just don’t want her to ruin it.”
“We won’t let her ruin it,” he insisted.
“You don’t know her like I do,” I cautioned.
He gave me smirk. “Well, I was married to her for three years, so I think I know a little about how Angie ticks.”
“I’m not discounting your time with her,” I began diplomatically. “But I spent sixteen years with that scheming bitch! She’s planning something – I just know she is. And believe me, it’ll be something crazy and desperate.”
“I don’t think so,” Hank returned as he kissed my cheek. “I just think she’s down on her luck and needs a hand up.”
I looked up at my husband with a loving smile. “You always see the best in people,” I said, reaching up and gently touching his handsome face. “And I love you for that... I’m just worried that she’ll try to ruin tomorrow.”
“I won’t let her,” Hank swore. “Tomorrow is our one-year anniversary, the first anniversary of many. Your momma will be all sorted and gone soon enough.”
“I hope you’re right,” I replied warily.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” Hank said, running his hands down my body. “I’m not gonna let anyone spoil our special day – I promise ya that.”
I gave him a semi-convinced smile. “Okay, Sir,” I muttered before his lips covered mine and his tongue entered my mouth.
Briefly, he pulled back from our kiss. “Your legs are silky and soft, boy,” he growled into my ear. “I love that.”
I smiled radiantly. “I know, Sir.”
“Daddy loves his sweet boy to be smooth,” Hank whispered as his lips moved to my neck.
His scruff grazed my face. Moaning, I put my arms around his broad shoulders and felt his long, uncut cock rubbing against the crack of my ass. Moving his lips to my hairless chest, Hank continued to kiss down my body.
“Oh, Hank!” I gasped as he bit my erect right nipple.
As he kissed and bit the eraser end, Hank moved his hands to the cheeks of my ass and rubbed them.
“Even though it’s your birthday, your husband is the one wanting a treat,” he softly growled as he moved down my body and opened the cheeks of my ass.
“Then take it,” I moaned as his long tongue began to lap at my pink slit.
Pushing my smooth legs toward my head, Hank exposed more of my ring before diving into it with his tongue.
“I love eating your hole, Austin,” Hank said, moaning. “It was made for me and only me.”
“I’m yours!” I exclaimed, tossing my head back and forth as his lips and tongue continued to eat my ass.
When I was wet, Hank mounted me. Aiming his leaking cock at my wet hole, my husband pressed the mushroom head into my ass.
“Ohhhh, Hank!” I screamed out as my anal lips closed around the bulbous crown of his shaft.
Hank buried his inches all the way inside me until his mighty balls slapped against the cheeks of my ass. As he began to pump in and out of me, my eyes rolled back in my head.
“I love you, Sir!” I gasped.
“I love you, too!” Hank grunted as he continued to thrust into me.
With my legs over his shoulders, he pinned me down to our bed by my wrists.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I winced as he pummeled me.
“Take it all!” Hank groaned. “Take all of your man’s cock!”
With sweat dripping from him, Hank leaned down and kissed my trembling lips until his rod swelled inside me. Hammering my ass, Hank fired his seed, filling me with his cum. Collapsing beside me, Hank pulled out and spooned me.
Holding my waist tightly, he was soon snoring. I managed to reach over and turn off the lamp, trying to drift off to sleep, but thoughts of Angie and what her next move would be filled my mind...
“Austin, honey, you look like you need a hug!” Ms. Woaweesa declared as I let her into the house and she embraced me.
Several hours had passed since Hank had left for work and it was mid-morning. Ms. Woaweesa had come over to check on me. She was wearing her usual mu-mu and nosy expression.
“I brought chocolate doughnuts!” she announced happily.
I couldn’t help but give her a smile. “I’ll put on some coffee.”
After starting a fresh pot, I joined the friendly neighborhood cat lady at the kitchen table.
“Oh, to have been a fly on your wall last night!” she declared, scarfing down her second doughnut. “So tell me everything! What happened with your momma?”
“Angie!” I corrected her. “As far as I’m concerned, she lost the right for me to call her momma when she took off with that trucker almost three years ago!”
“Well, what happened with Angie then?”
“I can’t believe her nerve,” I began as I pinched off a piece of a doughnut. “That woman actually thought she could march back into our lives after all this time and reclaim Hank as her husband, me as her son, and this house as her own!”
“She ain’t staying here is she?” Ms. Woaweesa gasped.
“No,” I replied. “I put my foot down about that. Hank put her up at the Red Roof Inn for a couple of nights. She claims to be homeless, but that’s nothing new. My husband also gave her fifty dollars for food, but it probably went straight toward booze or drugs. Hell, I wouldn’t have even done that much for her.”
The older woman shook her head. “Hank has a huge heart.”
“I know,” I conceded with a brief smile. “And Angie knows that too! I just know that she’s gonna try to use Hank’s kind nature to her advantage.”
“You really think she will?”
“Oh, I know she will! I watched that woman work her wiles on too many uncles for too many years. She has an agenda! I’m sure of it.”
“Did she say how long she was going to be in Cedar Rapids?” she asked.
“No, and that’s what irks me,” I began. “Hank told her that he’d pay for two nights at the motel, and after that, he said that we would help her find a women’s shelter somewhere in another city.”
“That’s a good thing, ain’t it?”
“On the surface, it is,” I said cagily. “But my gut tells me that she has some sort of master plan.”
“Hank doesn’t want her back, does he?” Ms. Woaweesa inquired sharply.
“Oh, God, no! My husband is staying right where he is, much to Angie’s displeasure. Can you believe that she actually tried to play the homosexuality is an abomination angle with us last night? That woman’s whole life is the abomination!”
The old woman gave me a wry smile. “Angie does have a lot of nerve! Someone dressed like a sixteen-year-old girl going to a Whitesnake concert in a halter top and mini skirt ain’t got much room to be playing the God card!”
“Who’s Whitesnake?” I asked with a frown.
“Never mind… They were before your time. I have to ask this, and I hope ya don’t take this the wrong way.”
“Go ahead.”
“What did Hank ever see in Angie? She ain’t even remotely attractive. Is there something I ain’t seeing? I mean, the damn woman is missing most of her teeth!”
“Well, you were fortunate enough that you moved in after she’d gone, but Angie used to be prettier. According to her, she is getting over a crystal meth addiction and that she put on the weight after she got clean. If she wasn’t an evil woman, I wouldn’t care if she weighed a thousand pounds!”
“How’d she lose them teeth? Did she say?” Woaweesa seemed fixated on that.
“The loss of her teeth was from something called meth mouth, I believe. I think the meth also messed up her skin. She has definitely changed quite a bit.”
“I just hate that she ruined your birthday. I know Hank went to a lot of trouble to put that together.”
“Well, today is our one-year anniversary,” I informed her. “I’m planning a special dinner and everything! Hank loves chicken alfredo, so I’m running to K-Mart in a little while to pick up some of the ingredients.” I paused. “I just hope Angie doesn’t do anything to mess this day up too!”
My boy had been on my mind all morning.
I knew that Angie’s reappearance had acted on him like acid being poured on his skin. I also knew that Austin wasn’t happy that I had put the ex-wife up in a clean and decent motel for a couple of nights and had given her the cash for food.
Despite the fact that Austin was obedient to me, the boy had the spirit of a wild stallion and that was nothing short of beautiful to me. After all, I wasn’t forcing him to be my submissive. He didn’t have to do as I told him, but the fact was that he wanted to please me, and it meant the world to me. He wanted to be mine and belong to me. He loved me like no other ever had, and there was no way in hell that I was ever going to let that go without a fight.
Seeing Angie again had been like receiving a surprise visit from a horrible hobgoblin. In fact, it had brought back nothing but bad memories of that stormy three-year marriage of ours.
I knew that on some level Austin was insecure about Angie. I could tell that he felt threatened. Austin harbored insecurities about us—like I’d settled for him or something crazy like that. The truth was that he had settled for me.
My boy was so bright and smart that he could’ve done anything that he set his mind to, but he chose to become my wife and take my last name. Now, as Austin’s protector and his husband, it was time to eliminate this problem that we faced. Even though Austin had nothing to fear from Angie, I knew that it was my place as the man to get shed of her once and for all.
I had a feeling what Angie really wanted. It wasn’t me or the house or to take Austin’s place—the bitch wanted cash. So I left my office and stopped off at the bank to make a large cash withdrawal.
About 1:00, I pulled up in my truck in front of her room at the motel. Briskly, I walked up to the door and knocked. After a moment, she answered.
Wearing a tattered robe, she looked horrible. The years had not been kind. The drugs had damaged her skin and the weight was not becoming. When I’d married Angie, she was sort of pretty. After all, she used to get my cock to stirring, but now, she looked an awful fright.
Angie looked up at me and gave her best sexy smile, showing her mouth of missing teeth. “I had a feelin’ that I’d be seeing you, Hanky Pie,” she purred, batting her eyes. “You wuz missing some of what Angie used ta give ya, huh?”
My stomach gnarled in disgust.
“It ain’t like that!” I grunted, pushing past her into the motel room. She closed the door behind me. “I’m here to see that ya leave Cedar Rapids for good!”
She put her hands on her ample hips. “What makes ya think I’ll go quietly?”
“Because of this,” I said, taking the envelope with the money out of my pocket. “It’s three thousand dollars.”
Her hazel eyes grew very large with excitement.
“I knew this is what ya came here for! It wasn’t for me or for Austin! You’re here for cash!”
“You know me all too well,” she replied, reaching for the envelope.
I jerked it away from her grasp. “You can have this money under two conditions.”
“And what are these conditions?” she huffed.
“Number one… you leave town today!” I declared. “Number two… you never darken our doorway again! I don’t ever wanna see your face or have ya upsetting Austin like ya did!”
“If my faggot son was taking care of your needs as good as a real woman does, maybe he wouldn’t be so insecure when a little competition shows back up!” Angie hissed.
“First off, if you ever call Austin that name again, I’ll knock ya on your ass! I don’t give a damn if you’re a woman or not! Second, Austin takes care of all of my needs—way better than you ever did!”
“I doubt that!” she scoffed.
“So do we got a deal?” I asked gruffly. “You leave town today and never return to Cedar Rapids?”
She paused for a moment. I could see her internal wheels turning.
“Yes!” she declared. “Now, gimme that money!”
I handed her the envelope. Greedily, she began counting the hundred dollar bills.
After she’d counted the cash, she looked up at me and smiled. “This calls for a celebration.”
“A celebration?” I asked, watching her sashay over to the mini-fridge.
As I looked around the room and averted my eyes from what she was doing, I heard her fumble around and open two pop-tops. When I turned back toward her, she was approaching me with bottled beers.
“A little drinky-boo to clinch the deal,” she said, handing me the beer in her right hand.
“Where did ya get money for beer?” I asked angrily, taking the bottle from her.
“From your fifty dollars, Hank,” she replied smoothly.
“That was supposed to be for food!”
“Awe, now, ya can’t blame a girl for having a little fun,” she said with a wink as she took a large gulp of her beer. “Go ahead,” she continued. “Drink a beer with me.”
“Fine!” I grumbled as I turned the bottle up and drank half of the contents.
After I’d swallowed the beer, I looked down at the label. It was a Bud Lite, but it didn’t taste like a Bud Lite. It had tasted odd.
“Something wrong, Hank?” she asked, a wicked smile coming over her lips.
“Did ya leave this beer out or something?” I asked as the room started to spin. “It tasted off…”
Taking the beer from my hand, she sat it down on the nightstand beside the bed. “You could say or something…”
My vision began to blur and my boots started to give out from under me. With a vicious cackle, Angie pushed me back onto the bed.
It was at that moment that I realized I’d been drugged.
As all began to go dark for me, I called out his name… “Austin,” I muttered weakly.
“Angie!” she screamed angrily.
And with that, I lost consciousness…
Grabbing my hand-written list off the counter, I was about to head out the door when I was stopped by the ringing of our home phone line.
Usually, it was only telemarketers or charities begging for money, but I glanced at the caller id anyway. I quickly spotted the name of the Red Roof Inn on the caller id, so I knew exactly who it was.
“What do you want?!” I hissed into the phone.
“I guess you and Hank got one of them fancy caller id boxes!” Angie declared sassily.
“What the hell do you want?” I asked again.
“I can’t believe that my own flesh and blood is cussing at me!”
“I’ve heard you say worse, Angie,” I shot back. “I know you all too well for you to play innocent!”
“Fine! I’m leaving town and I wanted to tell ya bye.”
“Good!” I exclaimed. “Bye!”
“But I ain’t leaving town without seeing ya one last time.”
“Well, I don’t wanna see you.”
“Well, sassy pants, I reckon I’ll stick around Cedar Rapids until ya change your mind then! I can come knocking on your door every day from here on out until ya do see me!”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine! If I come see you this one time, will you leave town today?”
“Yes,” Angie replied almost sweetly. “Room 147 over at the Red Roof Inn.”
“I can be there in half an hour,” I curtly replied as I hung up.
Angie turned around and looked at Hank’s nude form in her motel bed.
After drugging him, she had stripped off his clothes. “It’s almost showtime!” she laughed evilly. “I’ll teach that queer son of mine that he ain’t woman enough to take my man!”
Driving across Cedar Rapids, I was relieved.
Angie had promised to get out of town and leave Hank and me alone forever. I wondered if it could really be that easy. Knowing my mother as I did, it all seemed too good to be true.
Maybe our anniversary won’t be ruined after all?
After parking in the lot beside the motel, I approached the door of Angie’s room.
It can’t be this easy... I just know there’s going to be some hideous catch!
I tapped on the door and Angie answered in an ill-fitting black lingerie set. Rolls of her newfound weight were hanging over the extra tight bra and panty combo.
“And here is the hideous catch,” I said under my breath.
“Austin, what are you doing here?” she asked in a phony tone.
“What are you talking about?” I asked acidly. “You invited me here. In fact, you insisted!”
“Well, now ain’t the best time,” she continued, a salacious grin coming over her round face. “I’m entertaining a gentleman friend who is close to the both of us.”
I gave her a scathing look and pushed past her into the motel room. There, I saw him. Hank was in the motel bed. My husband wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing and his eyes were closed as if he were asleep. Frozen, I stood there with my lips trembling and tears building in my eyes.
“I told ya that I was entertaining!” Angie declared from behind me.
I said nothing at first. I stood there gaping at the sight before me. Eventually, I turned to Angie.
“Me and Hank have gotten back together,” she bragged. “He couldn’t stop himself from wanting the real thang! He even put his salty buttermilk up in my biscuit and everything!” She paused. “See, he wanted a real woman. He didn’t want some faggot boy substitute like you!” I wanted to knock the smarmy look off her face. “I hate to be the one to tell ya, but that man is still mine! When he saw what a real woman could offer him, you didn’t make the cut, Austin!”
I still didn’t reply. Instead, I continued to watch Hank seemingly asleep on the motel bed.
“Hank,” I muttered, controlling my emotions. “Hank, get up!”
He didn’t stir.
My own fears and insecurities began to cascade within me. Could this have happened? Could Hank have wanted Angie over me?
For a moment, it felt as if my world were coming to an end. My body trembled and tears welled in my eyes. Just before the floodgate of emotions poured from me, I noticed something. There was a single beer which was half empty next to him on the nightstand.
“What happened here?” I asked.
“What are ya deaf, dumb, and blind?” Angie frowned. “Me and my man got drunk and made love!”
“How much beer did Hank drink?” I asked keenly.
“Oh, we killed a twelve pack.”
“So why in the hell do I see just one beer?”
“Uh,” she stammered. “I... uh... I cleaned them all up and threw the bottles away.”
“I’ve never known you to clean up anything at anytime!” I exclaimed as I walked to the small trash basket by the bathroom, finding it empty. “Did you put the empties in here?”
“Uh,” she continued. “Uh... I... uh...”
“So Hank got hammered from half a beer, fucked you, and passed out?”
“Yes, he did!”
“That’s bullshit! I’ve seen this man kill a twelve-pack and not even yawn!”
I dashed over to Hank and sat beside him on the bed. “Hank, wake up.” I shook him. “Hank!”
His blue eyes fluttered open and he looked up at me. He was unable to focus and he seemed disoriented.
“It’s me... Austin. Are you okay?”
He mumbled something unintelligible.
I spun back toward Angie. “You drugged him!”
She looked panicked.
I had her.
“Naw, I didn’t! He fucked me!”
“Please!” I threw my hand up dismissively. “Spare me that grotesque visual!” I stood and approached her. “You drugged him, you bitch!”
Behind me, Hank groaned and mumbled on the bed.
I turned back toward him and went to his side. Looking down into his confused eyes, I smiled. “You’re going to be fine, Hank.”
I approached Angie again. “You don’t think I remember what you did to that man in St. Louis when I was ten?” I yelled. “You used that date rape drug on him! I know all your tricks, Angie, and this is just another lame attempt at manipulation!”
I spotted an envelope full of money on the table and grabbed it. “What’s this?”
“It’s my money!”
She lunged for it, but I held it out of her reach. “You don’t have a pot to piss in, much less this sort of money!”
I quickly noted the logo of Hank’s bank on the envelope. “This cash is from our bank, First Union!”
“Gimme that money!” she hissed.
I slapped her hard across the face.
“I see it all now… Hank knew that I was upset that you showed up. He got this money to pay you to leave town. He came over and you drugged him to make it look like you two had sex! Then you called me and insisted that I come over!” I paused. “Not one of your best schemes, Mother! Maybe this would’ve worked on someone who wasn’t as familiar with you as I am, but not me! I know you too well!”
She scrambled to grab the money from my hand. “Gimme that!”
I shoved her away and she fell onto the motel room floor.
“I’m not giving you shit, Angie!” I screamed. “I’m putting our money back into our bank!”
“Austin,” Hank called out weakly.
“One second,” I said over my shoulder. “I need to take out the garbage first!” Furious, I stood over Angie. “You will leave town now and never return!” I ordered. “If ya don’t, I’ll call the police and have you arrested for drugging my husband! So go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under and never show your face around these parts again! Do ya hear what I’m telling you?”
“Yes!” she hissed in a serpent-like voice.
“Good!” I said through my teeth. “Now, put on your clothes and get the hell out of my sight or I will be calling the police! You have five minutes!”
Going to Hank’s side, I covered his nude body with a sheet and attempted to bring him back to his senses.
Not saying another word to me, Angie was gone in three minutes.
After I’d helped Hank dress and had driven him home in my car, I had showered him and put him to bed.
I called Tonya at his office and she cleared his schedule for the next two days. With me watching over him, my husband slept away the afternoon. Although I didn’t make him the chicken alfredo that I’d planned for our anniversary, I put together a simple ham and cheese sandwich with a side of his favorite sour cream and onion chips. I served it to him in bed on a tray and he ate every bite.
“Thank ya for coming to my rescue today,” Hank said as I crawled up beside him on our bed.
I smiled at him. “You’ve saved me before. I suppose it was my time to return the favor.”
He kissed me softly on the lips. “I reckon you’re right about that.” He put his strong arms around me. “There’s something that I wanna make straight with ya, once and for all.”
“What’s that?”
“I hope this whole mess proves something to ya.”
I looked into his determined blue eyes. “And what would that be?”
“About me and you,” he began in his deep voice. “I never told ya some things and I wanna tell ya now… When Angie first brought ya into my house, I felt an attraction for ya then and there.”
“Really?” I asked. “I had no idea.”
“I barely knew myself. You were a sweet, tenderhearted boy, and I’d never felt them sort of attractions before. I was a grown man, so I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling that way about a kid so young.” He choked up for a second. “I felt so ashamed.”
“It’s okay,” I insisted. “I was in love with you from the first time I ever saw you and I’ve made no secret about that. Many adults have those feelings, but you didn’t lay a hand on me. In fact, you hid your attraction to me so well that I had no idea.”
“But I was the elder,” he continued. “So I reckon that was why I was distant from ya for so long.” Hank exhaled. “After your momma left, I fell in love with you over those two years, Austin. I fell so deep and so hard... That’s why I never dated. You were all I needed and wanted. I was never gonna force ya to be with me or do anything illegal, so I waited ‘till you were eighteen to express my intentions toward ya.”
“I know that,” I said, touching his handsome face. “Some folks would still frown on me and you, but that’s their problem and not ours. We’ve done nothing wrong! So fuck them if they think we did. You and I know the truth of things.” I paused. “I’d already figured out a lot of this, but you never explained it all to me before.”
“Well, here is the crux of what I’m trying to say,” he began. “After seeing your insecurity flare up when Angie came around, there’s something that I wanna tell you to clear the air permanently between us.”
“And what’s that?”
“You are not, have not, or will ever be a substitute wife to me! You are the real thing. When I picked you as my wife and gave you my last name, I wasn’t doing it out of some convenience or just because you were there. You were not some second choice to me! You’re my first choice!” He paused. “You were the only one that I wanted or will ever want. I don’t want there to be any more confusion about that, ever. You and I are the real thing. You are mine, Austin Ford, and I’m yours. I love you with all of my heart, and it would kill me if I ever had to be without ya… So don’t ever worry about me setting my sights on another woman or boy for that matter.” His huge hand covered mine. “You are it for me.”
Tears were falling from my eyes and flowing down my cheeks. “Oh, Hank!” I cried, kissing his lips. “Your words are the absolute, best gift that you could’ve given me for our anniversary. I love you so much.”
“Boy, please don’t start them waterworks,” he said, smiling.
“I’m sorry,” I managed, trying to compose myself. “It’s just that you nailed exactly how I was feeling. Knowing that I’m the only one you want means the world to me.”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply.
“You’re mine forever,” Hank softly said as he pulled me against his powerful chest. His lips soon covered mine again and he rolled over on top of me.
Crashing down upon me with all of his might and muscle, I was swept away in his arms.
With his tongue deep inside of my mouth, his manhood swelled with his passion. Grinding against me, I could already feel his plentiful precum soaking my leg from where the crown of his prick was rubbing against my thigh.
Lifting up and straddling my chest, he aimed the mushroom tip toward my lips. Opening my mouth, I swallowed the bulbous head and swirled my tongue under his foreskin, savoring all the rich tastes beneath the hood.
Hank moaned. “Suck my cock,” he urged as he slid more in between my lips.
Holding my head in place beneath him, Hank buried all ten inches into my mouth and throat. Tenderly, he pumped my face as I sucked my husband’s cock.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned. “No one has ever been able to take care of my cock like you. You’re the best, boy...”
Sucking and slurping, I applied suction to his probing monster. Rising gently, Hank stood at the edge of our bed and he pulled me onto my hands and knees. While we’d shifted, I managed to keep my lips locked around his shaft. As he continued to drive his cock in and out of my mouth, he added some saliva to his long, middle finger and inserted it into my hole.
As desire filled my body, I shuddered. With his dick in my mouth and his thick finger opening my ass, Hank spent some time filling both my entries while driving me absolutely crazy with lust.
Eventually, he evacuated my mouth and ass. Hank moved behind me and his tongue found my pink slit. His tongue flicked over my quivering hole and dove into my chute.
“Oh, Hank!” I moaned as he got me wet. “That feels so good!”
He drove his tongue deep into my ass as his finger entered me again.
“I love your tongue!” I gasped.
Mounting me, Hank spread my legs and rubbed the head of his cock against my ass. Pushing his hips forward, he drove his spear into me with one long thrust. I screamed out from the pleasure and the pain, his extreme length and width filling me to capacity.
“Oh, yes, Sir!” I yelled. “Fill me up!”
With his hairy balls slapping against my cheeks, Hank drove his cock in and out of my ass.
“Give up your hole!” he grunted. “Make your man feel good!”
With the head of his prick rubbing against my prostate, my hard cock erupted all over the bed beneath us. With the tightening from my own orgasm, my insides closed in around Hank’s conquering probe. Holding my hips in place with his large hands, Hank pummeled my ass while slapping my cheeks with his open palms.
“Squeeze my big dick!”
I could feel him swell deep within me.
“You want your husband’s seed inside you?” he screamed out. “You want your man’s cum in your sweet ass?”
“Yes, Sir!” I whimpered on my hands and my knees. “Fill me up! I want all of it! Every drop!”
“Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!” he yelled as I felt the warm spray of his load filling my insides.
With his cock furiously slamming into my ass, Hank shot wad after wad of his seed into me. It still amazed me how incredible it felt. His release was white hot and swirled around his prick. Collapsing on top of me, Hank pressed all his weight onto my back and we fell onto the bed in a spent heap with him still on top of me.
Kissing my neck, he whispered. “I love you... Happy Anniversary, Austin, and this will be the first of so many more…”