Christ. I’m like a horny teenager around her.
I glance behind me and snap to my driver to pull the car up. “It’s time to go.”
“Oh? What’s gotten you all excited?”
“You know damn well,” I growl into her ear as I take her by the arm and lead her to the door. Susan, the woman running the show, calls out for applause, and as we make our exit, the whole crowd claps for her.
“Shouldn’t I say something?” Amory asks as I pull her into the car.
“Rock star’s exit,” I reply as my hand goes up her dress. She’s already wet for me, and I’ve got something for her too. “And rock star’s ride home.”
Amory’s eyes hood as she looks at me. “What’s a rock star’s ride home?”
I lift her skirt above her hips and unzip my pants. “I’ll show you.”
My wife’s head tilts back as I spread her legs and slide inside. I grunt as I drive it home and give her everything I have to give.
“God, I love you,” she moans into my ear.
“I love you too, baby,” I purr. “Now let’s make a baby.”
THE END