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A couple of months went by. Cindi and I had put the baby to bed and we were in our room, making love. The room was quiet except for our breathing and the faint hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand. Her legs were still loosely wrapped around my hips, her heels resting against the backs of my thighs. I could feel the slick warmth between us, the way her pussy still fluttered softly around my softening cock. She looked up at me with those big, knowing eyes, her cheeks flushed, lips parted and swollen from earlier kisses.
I had been pounding into her steadily, watching her face the whole time. The way her eyes fluttered half-closed, the way her mouth opened wider and wider as she built toward the edge. She was so beautiful like that, completely open, completely mine in that moment. When the orgasm hit her, her whole body arched under me, her back bowing off the mattress, a sharp cry starting in her throat. I slapped my hand over her mouth just in time, muffling the scream into a desperate, stifled moan, so she wouldn’t wake the baby. Her teeth grazed my palm as she came, her walls clenching hard around me, milking me in rhythmic waves. I kept thrusting through it, slower now, drawing it out for her until she finally went limp beneath me, trembling.
Afterward she looked up at me, eyes glassy, and asked softly, “Are you okay?”
I nodded, trying to catch my breath. “I’m fine. I’m just having a little trouble finishing tonight. I guess I’m worried about waking the baby.”
She studied my face for a second. “That doesn’t usually bother you. Are you sure that’s all?”
My pumping had slowed to almost nothing. I was still buried inside her, but the urgency had drained away. I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “What else would it be, Sweetie?”
Cindi’s expression shifted. A small, devious grin curved her lips. “You miss Mark.”
The words landed like a slap. “What the hell?” I said, louder than I meant to. I rolled off her quickly, pulling out with a wet sound, and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. My cock was still half-hard, glistening with her juices, twitching against my stomach.
She rolled sideways immediately, propping herself up on one elbow so she could look down into my eyes. Her breasts brushed my arm, nipples still hard from her orgasm. “I don’t know,” she said softly. “I just have a feeling.”
“You’re crazy,” I told her. “Listen, Sweetie. I understand why you started all of this stuff. You were worried we couldn’t have a baby and you thought it was my fault. It turns out you were right. But you told me it was just a more fun way to make a baby together. You told me that you and I are soul mates and no one could ever change that.”
“That’s true,” she said without hesitation.
“Then why do you want to invite him over when you aren’t trying to have a baby? And why are you inviting him over to do things to me?”
She raised her eyebrows, voice dropping even softer. “First of all, who says we aren’t trying for another baby? And second of all, I didn’t invite him over. I just asked you if you missed him.”
I went silent. The room felt smaller. My cock was still hard, lying against my lower belly, leaking a thin trail of pre-cum onto my skin. I could not look at her.
After a long minute she spoke again. “Well, I don’t. And I certainly don’t want him to do to me what you suggested last time.”
“Fuck your ass?” she asked gently. “That doesn’t have to happen, Love, if you aren’t ready for that.”
“You put that in his mind, though,” I said. “I could tell he was excited about it.”
She giggled softly, the sound light and teasing. “Well, you do have the cutest little chubby butt.” Her fingers trailed down my side, brushing over the curve of my hip. “You can just tell him no, and do all the other things that I know you enjoyed.”
Could I tell him no? The question echoed in my head. When Mark was here, I wasn’t in charge anymore. He was in charge of my wife and he was in charge of me. He did what he wanted to both of us. And I did miss that. I don’t know if I missed Mark exactly, but I missed giving up control to a real man. The thought of it kept my dick hard, throbbing gently against my stomach even as shame burned in my chest.
“You definitely miss him,” Cindi said, reading my silence like an open book. “I’m going to go call my mom and see when she can watch the baby.”
“Not yet,” I said quickly. I rolled her onto her back again, climbed over her, and slid back inside her in one smooth thrust. She was still slick and open from before, warm and welcoming. I started moving again, harder this time, hips snapping against hers. The wet sounds filled the room, loud in the quiet house. I buried my face against her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin mixed with the faint trace of sweat and sex. My mind filled with images. Mark’s thick cock sliding across my tongue. The weight of his balls against my face. The way his cum had flooded my throat, hot and thick, bypassing my mouth almost entirely. The taste of him, salty and musky, coating everything.
I came fast and hard, hips jerking erratically as I emptied into her with an intense groan. Pulse after pulse, stronger than before, spilling deep inside her while I pictured Mark’s cock pulsing in my mouth.. When it was over I collapsed on top of her, panting, my cock still twitching inside her as the last drops leaked out.
She stroked my back slowly, fingers tracing lazy circles. “See?” she whispered against my ear. “You definitely miss him.”