Five Years Later…
The warm sea breeze blows against my back as I walk up the beach to our cottage. I’ve just gotten back from taking the boat out for a short fishing trip with a couple of local boys from town and have a small haul for tonight’s dinner. That is if Elena hasn’t already started something. In that case, I’ll put tonight’s catch in the fridge for tomorrow.
I love surprising her with something fresh and caught by me, but even more so, we both love how much her dad appreciates it. Paul’s a real guy’s-guy and was a little more than skeptical about my union to his daughter, so the more I can do to ingratiate myself to him, the better. Fishing, working on the engines of the dingy and the scooters we’ve collected over the years, or just general handyman work – all of that he appreciates. It lets him know I’m “capable of taking care of his daughter,” in his words.
He and his wife, Grace, followed us to Thailand eight months after we moved over. That’s how long it took for them to warm up to the idea and get their retirements in order. It wasn’t easy getting them to accept that their daughter was in love and living overseas with a convicted serial killer who’d escaped from prison and fled the country. In fact, I think getting them to rob a bank with me would have been easier, but eventually they came along, mostly for Elena’s sake at first, and then over the years, they slowly warmed up to me. Once she got pregnant, I think they realized this was for real.
I gaze up the sand, bathed in the peach and violet glow of the slowly setting sun, and see my wife through the kitchen window, bouncing our baby boy in her arms, her face filled with joy as she smiles down at him. Little Paulie. Maybe a shameless tactic to win favor with her father, but I’ll do anything to ensure that Elena’s parents like me and understand I have no ill intentions.
When I reach the back door, I can already smell my wife’s cooking, so I drop my fish bag in the outdoor cooler and wash my hands under the spigot before slipping quietly inside.
“Who’s a good boy?” I hear her coo to Paulie. “You are! Yes you are! You’re a good boy!”
As quietly as I can, I slip up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “What about me?” I ask, causing her to jump. “Am I a good boy?”
“Oh, you dirty little…” Her voice trails off. I scared her, but not too badly. Just enough. I couldn’t afford to make her jump – not with my son in her arms. “No, Daddy’s not a good boy,” she babbles to Paulie. “Daddy’s a bad man, isn’t he? Yes! Yes, he is!”
I squeeze Elena’s butt with both hands and kiss her gently where her neck meets her shoulders. It’s got to be my favorite part on her, aside from the most obvious parts.
“Oh, is that right? A bad man?” I chuckle. “I thought I was a bad man turned good man?”
“Well—” Elena smiles. “That’s technically true. But Daddy’s a bad man because of what he does to Mommy!”
“Ahhh,” I chuckle, squeezing her butt tighter. “Then Daddy has to agree with that. Say, isn’t it past little Pauly’s bedtime?”
Paulie doesn’t really have a set bedtime, sometimes going to bed before we eat and sometimes after, but right now he is looking quite sleepy, and I can feel my cock growing rapidly as I press against Elena’s backside. I have a feeling whatever she’s started cooking for tonight might have to wait…
“Yes, this little man is looking sleepy,” she agrees. “Why don’t I take him to his room and put him down. Daddy, why don’t you give the curry a stir and make sure it isn’t sticking to the bottom of the pan for me, and I will be right back.”
With a kiss, Elena hurries off to the nursery, and I go over to the stove where a pot is simmering. Since coming to Thailand, Elena has immersed herself in the local cuisine and become quite the chef. But what else would you expect from a woman who got herself on the partner track at her law firm while still in her twenties?
The curry needs a little water to keep it from drying out, so I add a half a cup, give it a quick stir, put the lid back on, and turn the heat down. That’s when Elena emerges from the back of the house wearing a sheer white, floral patterned robe, and from the look of it, nothing underneath.
“Is he down?” I ask, my cock growing stiffer as she walks toward me, moving her hips seductively.
“Out like a light,” she replies. God, she’s gorgeous. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. How did I end up with her? All those letters, the first visit to prison that ended up almost ruining everything, and then everything we had to go through to get here. I’m so lucky I should start playing the lottery.
I didn’t think our sex life could get any better than it already was, but once we got to Thailand and out of that damn conjugal trailer, it was like a whole new world opened up to us. I don’t even have words to describe what goes on between us. Neither of us holds anything back. Sometimes it’s sweet and slow and what could only be described as “lovemaking.” Other times it’s ferocious, primal, where I pull her hair, grab her by the throat, pin her down to the bed beneath me, and fuck her like an animal until we’re both sweating and she’s come so many times she can barely say my name when I’m done with her. I breed her and leave her lying on the mattress filled with my release, dripping out of her hole and down her ass onto the sheets beneath her. I absolutely love to stand over her and look down and see her beautiful face smeared with a sheen of her sweat as her plump tits rise and fall with every breath. Christ, do I love to wear her out.
That’s one of the things I love about this cottage – the privacy. We’ve got six acres of land, beach as well as trees surrounding us, with our own little shack up the sand where we can go when Mommy and Daddy need some “alone time.” It’s got a baby monitor and everything so we’re not leaving Paulie on his own, and that’s where I’m taking my beautiful wife right now.
I sweep her off her feet and into my arms, feeling the sheer fabric beneath my hands, barely doing anything to keep my fingertips from her smooth, soft skin. She giggles as I lean in and kiss up her neck as I carry her out the back door and up the sand to our little shack – our love shack as we jokingly call it.
“It’s a little ol’ place where…” Elena whispers into my ear.
“We can get together,” I growl back as I shoulder the door open and carry her inside. Her hands are already down my pants and pulling my cock out as I set her down on the bed.
The robe falls open, revealing her plump tits and her little pink gumdrop nipples to me. I lean in and kiss each of them delicately as she begins to stroke my cock up and down. I’m already at full attention and ready to slide inside. Still after five years, my wife gets me going in seconds. How many husbands can say that?
“God, I love your body,” I tell her, eagerly pulling her robe all the way open to reveal the rest of her. She’s freshly shaven, just like Daddy likes it. Her lips twist into a smile, and she sits up like she’s going to take me into her mouth, but I press my hand against her chest and force her down and use my knee to spread her legs open. “No, baby. Daddy needs it now.”
Her eyes flare when she hears this. I know how much she loves it when I express my desire for her. She opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but I don’t even give her a chance. Gripping my cock by the base, I slide it straight into her, head to hilt, burying every inch I have in her hole, stretching her and filling her slick walls.
She cries out and snatches me by the shoulders as she feels that strong initial stirring she always feels when I enter her without warming her up. I usually do, but sometimes I like to just go right in and watch her reaction. Sometimes, like today, I take a minute to watch every micro-expression cross her face as she accepts my cock, then as I feel her grip on my shoulders start to loosen, I start to fuck her.
I snatch a fistful of her hair and tilt her head back, exposing her throat which I kiss all the way up to her chin before locking her lips with mine. I may be inside her and have one hand on her tit and one hand cupping her ass, but nothing makes me feel closer to her than sharing a deep, passionate kiss.
I feel the way she craves me as she kisses me back and tell her just how much I crave her too with every movement of my body. This woman is my body and soul, my heart, my reason for living. She believed in me, saw past my past, and gave me a future in my son. No matter what happens, I’ll love her forever and ever.
“You’re the greatest thing that ever happened to me,” I growl in her ear as I pick up the pace, feeling her hot little body jiggle beneath mine as she grinds her hips to the rhythm of my every thrust.
“The greatest thing that happened to me was getting your first letter,” she whimpers. “Now do me a favor?”
“Anything, baby.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she giggles.
I laugh, wrap my hand around the back of her neck, and pull her tight. “If I ever somehow forgot how much I loved you, you’d just do something like that to remind me.”
“You’ll never forget.” She winks. “I won’t let you.”
“I never could, baby. It’s impossible.”
The End
