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Dio, it’s such a joy to take her anytime, anywhere I want. Abstaining while she was recovering from delivering the babies had been utter torture. Because her post-partum bleeding was so light, we were having sex barely three weeks after she’d given birth, after we got the go-ahead from her doctor. She had another IUD put in right after she delivered, the doctor assuring us that this one had a better record for preventing pregnancy.

Uh, right. We'll see how that goes. My swimmers proved the last one wrong.

Naomi is meeting me thrust for thrust even in this position, and she’s milking me with her tight channel. I won’t last long like this. Fuck.

“Come for me, baby,” she emplores. “I need you to fill me up with your cum. You know you want to.”

For a man who never liked quickies, she’s made me a total convert. She’s also made me hers, irrevocably.

I let out a loud groan when my orgasm soars out of me. I do what she asks by filling her full of thick streams of my cum. My left hand reaches below her and finds the folds of her slippery sex, my fingers pressing and rubbing her engorged clit until she orgasms with a cry, the ripples of her pussy on my cock giving me another wave of pleasure.

“I love you, wife,” I mumble against her ear, dropping a kiss on her shoulder.

Naomi twists a little so our mouths can meet. “And I you, my husband.”

Our cheeks press together, and I revel in this moment.

I have my beautiful brave wife in my arms, my daughters are in the next room, my siblings are here in the same town. If thisis what my life will look like for the rest of the time I have to live, then I don’t want to change a thing.

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