Chapter Fourteen

Stephen

A few days after Christmas, but before the New Year’s shutdown, we had an appointment with Dr. Cater to confirm our pregnancy. Everything looked good, even though it was still early days. We were only six weeks along, but my wife was doing well. We scheduled a follow-up appointment for a few weeks later.

New Year’s Eve was a big deal for us. We had costume parties planned at both Montague and Capulet. Forty percent of the ticket sales were going to the Children's Hospital from Capulet and the Homeless Shelter from Montague. Both events sold out within days of the ticket launches.

This meant that both Clint and I had to work that night to help Dave. There was no way he could manage both venues alone. I was assigned to Capulet, where we had a "Film Noir" theme, while Clint was overseeing Montague, which had a Gatsby theme.

I won’t lie, the days leading up to New Year’s Eve had me in a foul mood. I was upset that I wouldn’t be spending the night with my wife, the one person I wanted to be with. I knew this was part of the job, but it still hurt.

As I was getting ready in our walk-in closet, I could hear Trinity reading to the twins on our bed. It made me wish I could be with them instead. I put on my jacket and was deciding on an aftershave when Trinity spoke up.

“Stephen, this look suits you,” she said, coming over to fix my collar and lapels. “Wear this aftershave. It smells delicious on you.”

“But I’m not spending tonight with you,” I replied, pulling her close by her hips. “Why should I smell delicious for everyone else?”

“Just humor me,” she said, spraying the aftershave on me anyway. She stood on her tiptoes, took a deep breath, and purred, “Delicious.”

I smiled down at her and kissed her softly. “I love you. Let me say goodnight to the twins before I leave.”

We walked out to our bedroom where the twins were snuggled up on our bed with their bottles. “Nate, Livy, Daddy has to go now. Come give me kisses.”

Nathaniel came racing over, babbling, “Da da da da da,” with Olivia hot on his heels, calling, “Da da.”

I lay down with them, letting them crawl all over me as I showered them with kisses. “You both be good for Momma Bear tonight and go to bed when she tells you.”

“Da da,” Olivia replied.

“No, baby, not for Dada. For Momma. I love you both.”

After giving them both big kisses, I picked up Livy while Trinity carried Nate. We headed to the garage, where I handed Livy back to her mom. She started to fuss a bit.

“Hey, little missy, what did I say? You be good for Momma Bear or the tickle monster is coming out.” I tickled her belly, making her giggle and bury her head into Trinity’s chest.

“I wish that was me doing that,” I said. “I love you. I’ll call you at midnight and text you when I can.”

“Drive safe, sweetheart. Talk to you then. Love you,” Trinity replied.

I got in the car and drove off, waving goodbye as I pressed the garage remote to close the door, ensuring they were safe.

When I arrived at Capulet, the place was already buzzing. I greeted many of our regular high-end clients in the booths before heading to my office.

“Hey, thanks for covering today so I could have some time with the family,” I said to Dave.

“No problem, brother,” he replied. “Clint’s got Mia helping him at Montague. You’re stuck with me for the night.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? Wouldn’t you rather spend some time with Felicity?”

“She’s heading down shortly. I’ll take some breaks to spend time with her. Don’t worry, it’s all good.”

“Thanks, Dave,” I said, giving him a bro hug before heading back out to check on the bars.

“Yo, fuck stain!” Benji called out.

“Benj! How’s it going, mate?” I replied, giving him a hug and a pat on the back.

“Good to see you again, Maddie,” I said, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Unfortunately, Trinity’s on twin duty tonight. But you both look great. Here, put these bands on. Drinks are on me tonight.”

“Good man! Thank you. I might even give you some of that retainer back for it,” Benji joked.

“No, you won’t,” I replied, laughing.

“No, I won’t,” he agreed, laughing along with me.

After making the rounds and checking on the staff rotations and stock, I joined Benji, Maddie, Dave, and Felicity in our regular booth for a drink.

“Felicity, glad you could make it,” I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Good to see you again, Stephen. Is Trinity here?” she asked.

“Sadly, we couldn’t both be here tonight. I needed to help with the bar, so she’s on twin duty,” I replied.

“You sure about that, bro?” Benji asked, pointing to the VIP entrance.

I turned around to look and my heart stopped for a second. There was Trinity, looking smoking hot in the exact outfit I had imagined for her when I picked the "Film Noir" theme.

“Excuse me,” I said, jumping up and practically racing over to her.

“Baby! What? How?” I stammered.

“You like, babe?” she asked.

“You look smoking hot! I had this exact outfit in mind for you when I picked the theme. What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you.”

Stephen - Trinity, Mia and I arranged for Clint's parents to watch the twins tonight. They were more than willing to lend a hand.

I draw my wife close, caressing her cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

Stephen - I'm so glad you're here. And damn, you look incredible, baby.

I pull her closer, my lips meeting hers again, savoring the taste of her. One hand rests between her shoulder blades, holding her close, while the other hand ventures down to her enticing ass. My tongue teases her lower lip, and she eagerly responds. Our tongues dance together in a moment of pure bliss, her body pressed tightly against mine.

Luke - Damn! Why don't I ever get a greeting like that? Jealous!

We break apart, and I see Luke and Todd.

Stephen - Dress like this for me, and you will.

We all laugh as I greet Luke and Todd with a hug and hand them bracelets so they can help themselves to drinks.

I'm thrilled to have my closest friends here with me. It's a shame that Clint and Mia couldn't be here too because of their club commitments, but I appreciate what they've done so that Trinity and I can spend tonight together.

We head over to the booth. Trin greets everyone and grabs a mimosa. One small drink tonight won't hurt and it'll keep any suspicions at bay for now. We slide into the booth with our friends, and I pull my wife close, wrapping my arm around her.

As the night progresses, Dave and I take turns checking on the bars and doing cash counts so there's not too much money left out on the floor at any one time.

Stephen - Dance with me, baby.

Trinity - I'd love to, baby.

I take her hand and we head out to the dance floor, our friends following. I pull her into me, spinning her so her back is pressed against my chest, my arms wrapped around her waist. We enjoy a few songs, grinding against each other, stealing occasional kisses, and enjoying time with our friends.

As it nears 11:30, Dave and I make sure everything is ready for the countdown and I do one final cash count.

I walk back to the booth, noticing it's now 11:45pm, and extend my hand to my wife.

Stephen - Come with me, please, baby.

She takes my hand, looking curious.

Trinity - Where are we going, baby?

Stephen - I've got to get this cash off the floor, babe. But I didn't want to risk not getting back to you by midnight with this crowd.

We hold hands tightly as we navigate through the crowd to my office. I open the door for my wife, and she steps in. I follow her in, shut the door, lock it, and toss the cash onto the floor.

The moment that bag hits the floor, we're all over each other, our kisses deep and passionate, our hands exploring each other's bodies.

When our lips finally part, my wife looks me in the eye and blurts out.

Trinity - I want you to fuck me into next year, right here, Stephen.

Her hand is down my pants, wrapped around my thick shaft. I see her biting her bottom lip, appreciating the length and thickness of it like she always does. I smile back at her.

Stephen - You want to get a little freaky, momma?

I spin my wife around and push her towards the couch in the corner of my office. I shed my jacket and pull my shirt over my head, unzip my pants, and kick them off along with my shoes and boxers.

My wife is bent over the arm of the couch, her hands on the seat, propping herself up. She looks back with her sultry eyes and sees I'm already naked and ready for her. She can't help but stare and appreciate how hard I am for her.

Trinity - Mmm, fuck, baby, you're so hard already.

She lifts up her dress to expose her ass. Her thin G-string barely covers her pussy, and I quickly push them to the side to reveal my wife's wet pussy waiting for me.

I lean in and take a long lick of her pussy, which is already wet.

Trinity - Fuck, baby, save that for later. Shove your big fucking cock inside me now.

I love it when my wife gets greedy.

I smirk and grab my cock at the base. I point it directly at her hole and push the head in. We both exhale, a mutual feeling of pleasure washing over us. I push deeper, overcoming the slight resistance I always meet with from her tight pussy. Trinity slams her hands down on the couch and cries out.

Trinity - Fuck, you feel so big in me in this position.

I slide out just enough to leave the head still between her pussy lips, then reach out to grab her hips. I look down to see half my cock glistening with her juices. I dig in and push forward, burying my dick inch by inch into her tight hole.

The sensation is so intense that she has to bite her knuckle to muffle her screams. I slide back in, balls deep, and my doll's head pops up as she exclaims.

Trinity - God, yes, daddy, give me every inch of you. Open me up and tear me apart.

I happily oblige, wrapping my hands around her slim waist and beginning to slam my cock in and out of her. My wife starts to moan and scream louder as her fingers search for anything to clutch onto, her hands balling into fists. At first, her cries of passion are small, but as I pick up speed and intensity with my thrusts, her quiet expressions of pleasure immediately turn to outright banshee levels of passion.

I love hearing this. I remember during her first pregnancy how horny she got, and fuck, I loved every minute of these sounds. I'm slamming into her hard as Trinity bellows louder and louder.

Trinity - Oh, fuck, ohhhh, fuck, yes, yes, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk.

Finally, the sensation is too much for my doll to take, and she has to release, pushing her body forward as my dick pops out of her sopping wet pussy.

My doll is panting heavily, the pounding she just took leaving her gasping for breath.

Trinity - Oh, god, your dick is too good, baby. That was too much, my pussy couldn't handle it.

Her body is still bent over, assuming the position with her ass pointing in the air.

I stare down at my hard cock. It's soaked in her juice, so much cream oozing down my shaft and forming a puddle around the base of my cock.

The sight makes me mad with desire to finish the job.

Stephen - What do you think you're doing?

I bark at my wife as I lift her body further forward so her ass is hanging higher off the arm of the couch and her chest is now pushed down into the seat, her face resting on the seat cushion. I put one knee up on the arm of the couch on the outside of her leg, positioning myself behind her.

I didn’t hesitate. I aimed my cock at her slick, wet pussy and plunged in, all the way to the hilt. My wife let out a loud cry, the sheer force of my thrust and the size of my cock hitting every nerve inside her.

This time, I didn’t bother holding her waist. Instead, I intertwined my arms with hers, locking them behind her back as if she were a prisoner. The force pushed her body up off the cushion towards mine, and with my cock still buried inside her, I continued thrusting upwards with maximum intensity.

She was trapped, a prisoner to my demands. And my demand was for her to cum all over my cock.

“Ah ahhhhhhh no it's too much, I'm going to fucking cum,” Trinity cried out.

“Good. Cum for me,” I grunted back at her.

“Ah aahhhhh I'm going to cum all over your fucking cock aahhh aahhh ahhhhhhhhh I'm cumming im cumming I'M CUMMMINGGGG,” she screamed.

The orgasm was so intense that once I released her from my hold, my wife's body instinctively reacted by spasming and compacting into a sexy yoga position. Her ass pointed higher into the air as her head buried into the cushion again, her moaned muffled cries of passion lingering as the orgasmic high lingered in the deepest recesses of her body.

I let her come down from her orgasmic high, admiring my ability to make her cum and squirm so much even after all this time.

“Ok, that was round one,” I told her.

Still gasping for breath, my wife responded, “I think you win by knockout.”

“Oh no baby, I'm trying to make this one go the distance,” I replied.

“How many rounds are there?” she asked.

“As many times as I can make you cum, baby,” I winked back at her as I pushed her ass back down toward my lap and shoved my cock back inside.

I gave her ass a hard smack as she felt the full impact of my massive cock and the thickness over and over again. I pushed balls deep inside as the momentum pushed her face further back into the cushion. I reached down wrapping my hands around her throat leaning over her as I pounded into her hole over and over again grunting like an animal.

I gave her ass another hard spank on the opposite cheek and proceeded to pound her harder from behind as my hands found their way back to her throat pulling her back on to my cock with each thrust.

I watched as she grabbed at the back of the couch as if she was trying to escape. I watched her nails scratch and claw at the material of the couch as she felt the intensity of my cock touching her every nerve. Her legs trembled, her body tense and she had to push away as she gasped for air.

I couldn't help the animalistic growl that escaped me.

“Where the fuck do you think you're going?” I asked her.

I pressed my body against hers, leaving no room for her to pull away this time. I maneuvered my cock down and then up into her pussy and continued to pound into her from behind. She tried to fight back but I overpowered her with my strong hands. I pinned her body against the couch as I continued to thrust rapidly and almost violently in and out of her.

My body slapping against her body like they were two hands high fiving over and over again. I whispered in her ear, “Daddy's cock too good for you, huh?”

I was taunting my wife now, working her up into a frenzy.

“You gonna cum on my dick?” I continued.

I heard my wife whimper. She knew I had that good dick when I was like this and she needed it right now. I watched as she dug her knee into the couch arm deep and bit her lip hard then with all the strength she could muster she fought back or rather fucked back.

She thrust backwards shoving her ass into my pelvis. She met each thrust of mine with a thrust of her own until we were fucking like animals.

She looked back over her shoulder at me with a possessed look of passion that drove me wild. I grinned and just stood there letting my wife do all the work. And work that pussy she did.

Grunting and moaning each time her pussy glided back and forth on my cock. She squeezed her pussy tight around me and caught me slightly off guard.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I moaned as I stepped back and let my cock fall out of her.

My wife smirked and seized the moment.

“What's the matter, daddy? That pussy too good for you? Your cock can't handle it?” she taunted.

I grabbed my cock and shoved it back inside her pussy and picked up right where I had left off. My beast was ready to roar and I cracked my neck like I was stretching before a workout and then I got serious.

I met her thrust for thrust trying to overpower her grinding. But my wife was relentless. Fucking me back, giving as good as she got. The fucking had taken on a power of its own. We weren't two people anymore. We were animalistic, raw, greedy fuckers out for our own pleasure.

“Yes, fuck me harder you motherfucker, do it harder, fuck me,” she cried out.

I leaned forward grunting in her ear as I bit her hard on the shoulder.

“Aghhhhhh yes, give it to me, give me your cock,” she moaned.

“Ugh, ugh, yes, yes, take my cock, take it Trinity, take it all. Ughhh yes, keep fucking me just like that, fuck my cock, bounce baby, yes,” I grunted.

I couldn't control myself any longer. With my hands back around her throat, I pulled her head back by her throat, smashing her pussy in as I started biting all over her collarbone and down along her shoulder.

“Aghhhh yes, Stephen, harder, do it harder, more, I want more, fuck me, fuck yes, yes,” she cried out.

Sweat was beading from our bodies and we both roared as the orgasm boiled up inside of us, teetering on the brink of explosion.

“Cum, Trinity, cum on my dick, do it, do it,” I urged her.

I wrapped my forearm around under her chin and into her throat, pulling her back, slamming into her harder as her nails dug into my arm. I bit her on her earlobe as I continued whispering into her ear.

“Do it, baby, do it, give your juice, cum for daddy, cum on my cock while I fill your hole,” I told her.

“Awww, you fucking animal, I'm gonna cum, keep going, keep going,” she moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes, baby, I'm gonna cum, fuck me, fuck daddy, keep going, baby, awwww, I'm there, baby, I'm gonna cum,” I grunted.

“Awwwww, I'm cumming, Stephen, I'm cumming, daddy, yes, yes, yessssssssss, awww, daddy, yesssss, I love you,” she cried out.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, yesssss, I love you, baby, I love you, gahhhh, take it all, baby, yesssss,” I grunted.

We both flopped forward on the couch, barely able to breathe, our skin covered in goosebumps from the pleasure that just ripped through us. Each movement, each touch sending my skin into a tingling fit as I lay over the top of my wife, still buried in her.

She took a few moments, her breaths deep and steady, before she finally lifted her head from the couch. I pressed my lips to the side of her neck, gently turning her face towards mine. I kissed her, a tender contrast to the passionate love I had just made to her.

We broke apart gently, and my eyes caught sight of the clock on the wall. It was one-thirty in the morning. Damn! I nudged my wife, pointing to the clock. She turned to look, a gasp of surprise escaping her lips. I leaned into her neck, my lips tracing a path up to her ear before I whispered,

“Happy New Year, my love.”