Four Years Later…
I feel like a proud father, sitting with the rest of the families, watching as the students take the stage in cap and gown to accept their diplomas. Only to my wonderful NY grad, I’m not father, I’m Daddy.
After accepting my marriage proposal, Penny then accepted my offer to leave her secretarial position at my company and attend NYU for four years to earn her bachelor’s in psychology. She also minored in accounting so she could “make sure I never accidentally threw away my entire fortune.” That was entirely her idea, and it only made me love her more. It turned out that first time with me hadn’t gotten her pregnant, and so we got her on the pill right away so I could go bare for the subsequent four years.
“Penny Crown,” the announcer says over the loudspeaker. Unable to help myself as my gorgeous wife steps out onto the stage, I stand up and clap my hands together like my favorite NBA team just won the championship. I whistle and holler, causing her to blush.
“I never thought I’d see it,” her mother, Tiffany, says from beside me. “One of us Johnsons graduating from college.”
“Well, now you have.” I smile. It took an act of God to get Penny’s mother down from upstate to even attend today’s ceremony, but I knew it would mean a lot to Penny to see her here, so I assigned a whole team to make sure it happened. Tiffany isn’t exactly the world’s worst mom, but she won’t be winning any medals either, let’s put it that way.
From what Penny tells me, she spent most of her time when she should have been at home raising her out on dates looking for men to replace Penny’s father, who left before she was born. Thankfully, this led to Penny burying her head in books rather than going out and looking for trouble.
“And she landed herself a big whale!” Tiffany cackles, eyeing me with a poke in the ribs. I do my best to chuckle and just go back to clapping for Penny as she makes her way across the stage with her diploma. Tiffany isn’t exactly the most tactful person in the world.
Once the ceremony is over, I take both of the gals out for dinner at a fancy, but not too fancy restaurant, and politely offer Tiffany to come and stay with us at the townhouse.
“No, that’s all right, dear,” she says. “I don’t wanna cramp you guys’ style. But I do appreciate you helping me renovate the house. That old place was falling apart!”
“Of course, Ms. Thompson.”
She throws her arms around her daughter and squeezes. “I’m so proud of you, darling. See you this weekend for some tubing?”
“Thanks, Mom,” Penny squeaks. “And sure. Wouldn’t miss it!”
Tiffany smiles, releases her daughter, and heads out to the car I’ve already summoned preemptively to take her back to her house upstate. We both smile and wave but let out a collective sigh of relief once she’s down the block and out of sight.
“We made it,” Penny says.
“Hey, you did four years at NYU. You can handle anything.”
“Except my mother living with us,” she laughs. “Thank God she turned down your offer. Why did you do that, anyway?”
“I was just trying to be polite.”
“Yeah, well don’t,” she replies. “Next time she’s going to say yes, and then what are we going to do?”
Turning to my gorgeous, now college-educated wife, I wrap her in my arms and pull her close. When I feel her breasts press against my chest and the firm flesh of her thighs against my legs, I instantly start to grow hard.
“Well then I guess we’d have to act like a couple of teenagers,” I muse as I use my foot to kick the door open and carry her inside. “And be very, very quiet while we fuck because we know your mom is in the bedroom downstairs.”
Penny’s jaw drops. I kick the door shut behind us and carry her up to the bedroom.
“I don’t think I could do that,” she whimpers, arms draped around my neck. “It would just be so…naughty.”
“Listen to you, you spoiled little brat,” I chuckle. “All you’ve ever known is getting your little pussy pounded in a luxurious Manhattan townhouse.”
I toss her down onto the bed and quickly lift her skirt up over her hips. She’s wearing a tiny little green thong that just barely does anything to hide her sweet sex from me. She bites her lip as she pops the buttons on her blouse, revealing her breasts to me.
“What are you saying? Are you saying I’m spoiled, Daddy?”
Jesus, I’m hard as a fucking rock now. Stripping out of my shirt, I nod down at her.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, you sexy girl.”
“Well, if I’m spoiled,” she whimpers, pulling her panties aside, showing me her little wet, pink slit. “It’s only because you made me that way.”
My lust for my wife knows no bounds. All that bullshit that happens in sitcoms and Hollywood movies where couples get married and then their sex lives get stale and boring – none of that happened with Penny and me, and it never will.
I let her go and live in the dorms so she could have a real college experience, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t visiting me at the townhouse every day or every other day. She even had me come and see her at the dorms when her roommate was gone so we could fuck there. At first, I felt a little awkward, but I got over it quickly once I was inside her.
I unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants. Penny reaches eagerly up and takes my cock with both hands and pulls me down on top of her. Normally we both love to start with mutual oral, but I can see she’s desperate to have me inside of her tonight, which I’m more than fine with.
“Somebody’s turned on tonight,” I whisper as she guides me to the entrance of her hole. She nods, her eyes submissive and filled with lust.
“Are you proud of me, Daddy?” she asks.
“So proud. You know I am.”
I push forward and enter her. She bucks her hips up to meet me like she always does, and I slip one hand beneath her and grab a handful of her ass as I begin to pump her deep. There’s simply nothing in this world that gives me the feeling of being inside of Penny – of our bodies and spirits becoming one. After a long day, coming home to her and being close to her is all I need. If my entire empire collapsed tomorrow, knowing she would be there for me would make it all okay.
“Are you mine, baby?” I ask. I already know what her answer will be, but I love hearing her say it.
“Of course I am, Daddy. You know I am. All yours.”
I swell with pride. Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve built, every step I’ve taken in my life hasn’t led me to being one of the world’s most successful businessmen, to being a billionaire – it’s led me to her.
I watch her reaction as I rut inside her, grinding my hips and giving her everything I know she needs until she’s rocked with a climax that causes her body to shiver beneath me. Her face twists in rapture. She throws her arms around me and pulls me close. Our lips lock in a lover’s kiss, our mouths sealed in passion, our bodies so close and so knitted together they’re almost one.
As she comes down, I lift myself up and stare into her eyes.
“Baby, you love me?” I ask.
“Of course.” She smiles. “God, I love you.”
I stroke her face gently and cradle her in my arms. My wife. My lover. My mate for life.
“I know I said I had a job waiting for you after you graduated, but I think I have a better plan now.”
A questioning look sweeps over her gorgeous features. “Really?” she asks. “What is it?”
My heart pumps hard through my chest against hers as I stare into the eyes of my future. My destiny.
“I want to get you pregnant.” A look of surprise washes over her, but it is instantly replaced by a beautiful sheen of positive acknowledgement that comes over her eyes. She nods. “What do you think of that, baby?”
“Yes,” she answers. “Yes, Daddy. Get me pregnant.”
The End
