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It was funny to watch her fight with him, losing miserably to this resilient toddler whose cry was louder than a puppy's.
“Please, Ivan. Just go to sleep …I'm tired,” she pleaded, holding him in her arms as she paced about the room, rubbing her palm over his back.
I had already slipped into my favorite white robe and was there to her rescue.
“The cavalry has arrived!” I boasted with open arms as I approached them. At the sound of my voice, Ivan's cry gradually began to stop.
“Oh, thank God!” She groaned exhaustedly and passed the little menace to me.
“What's the matter, buddy?” I took him into my arms with a hushed tone, “Hmm?”
A few seconds later, Ivan was quiet, resting comfortably in my arms as I sang him an old Russian lullaby.
My wife stared at me in surprise. She never thought I was good with children, and not in a million years would she have thought our child would prefer me to her.
“How do you do it?” she asked, “How do you make him feel safer in your arms than in mine?”
“Do I smell jealousy?” I joked, gently placing Ivan in his baby cot.
“No …what you smell is admiration,” she replied with asmile. “Honestly, I didn't know you had it in you to be a–”
“—good father?” I interjected, turning to face her.
She hesitated for a while, “Yes. And a good husband too.”
I smiled and walked over to her: “If I remember correctly—which is the case, by the way—you once told me that your child should not be fathered by a criminal.” I pulled her close to me.
“Well …” she grumbled. “That was a long time ago.”
“Oh, yeah?” I rubbed my groin against her, but before I could make another move, Ivan made a noise from his sleep, as if he wanted to wake up again.
She shoved me and signaled me not to make a sound. It would have been World War III to put him to sleep again. At least for her. We quietly crept out of the room and closed the door. A deep sigh of relief escaped our lips as we walked to our room.
“So, I was thinking about Ivan's first birthday,” she began, “I want it to be grand, glamorous …you know, special …lucky for you Vivian and Joshua are overseas, but dad and Penelope will come …and then of course your clan …” As she spoke, her voice was rising and falling in a dramatic manner. But all of that wasn't my concern. Not right now anyway. “What?” She asked me, puzzled by the way I was staring at her.
“Don't you think I want something special too?” I asked her but she didn't understand me at first.
“Wait, you want a glamorous birthday too?”
As soon as we reached our room, I immediately cornered her and pressed her back against the wall, my finger caressing her face.
“Ohh…!” She giggled sexily, finally getting my point.
“I have needs too, you know.” My hand gently traveled up her thigh as I watched her gradually become hot. She moaned when my finger settled on her panties.
I leaned closer to her so she could feel my breath on her face and whispered, “No more baby talk,” to which she nodded, enjoying the feeling of my fingers sliding through her center, making her wetter by the second.
I left her vagina and grasped both hands with mine, our fingers intertwined passionately. I lifted them above her head while she kissed me fervently. I pinned her hands above her head with one hand and pushed the other into her warm and moist center.
In her bonds she moaned, unable to use her hands, while my fingers worked their magic. And I realized that she was desperate to touch me.
I looked into her eyes as she moaned for me, her panties hanging halfway down her thighs. I ripped open her silky night slip, revealing her perky breasts. She smiled. She stilled liked it rough once in a while.
I let go of her hands and yanked her into me so that she could feel the hardness of my erection to know how much I wanted her. She rolled down her panties, let them fall to her feet and stepped out of them.
She untied my bathrobe and reached for my erect cock, which was hard and veiny. “Just the way I like it,” she whispered with a grin. She lifted her right leg, and I held it against my waist as we inserted my cock into her together.
We both groaned as I began to thrust slowly and gently. As the seconds turned into minutes, my pace changed from slow to fast. The faster I banged her against the wall, the more her breasts bounced against her chest, the more she liked it, and the louder she moaned.
