Too Good to Be Wrong(35)

By: Sam Crescent

Their life was still perfect even without any more kids. Michelle became the most spoiled of all of the kids, her brothers and sister helping to take care of her while Henry was away on business.

“You’ll love Michelle visiting,” April said, staring into his eyes.

“I know I will, but I’ve got plans for you, dear wife.” The lust sparkling in his depth couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.

“Oh, yeah, and what might those plans be?” she asked.

He reached out to unbutton her shirt. After all the years together she was no longer firm but had aged well, or at least she thought she had. Her breasts were heavier, her hips a little wider, but Henry still couldn’t resist her.

“Most of them involve you being naked or possibly on your knees.”

She moaned at the picture he painted with his words. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Exactly what I’m doing to myself.” He took her hand, placing it over the evidence of his erection.

Within minutes they were tearing each other’s clothes off. April needed him inside her. The passion and chemistry hadn’t died between them. In fact, over the years they’d been together, their passion had only gotten stronger.

Henry had her on the floor and was inside her minutes later. The cried out together. Their first time together in a house without children was frenzied. They were in desperate need of each other. April held him close as he took her hard. The carpet burned her back, but the pain was worth the pleasure he created.

“You’re so perfect, so beautiful and perfect.” He kissed her lips, going down to suck on her neck.

She melted against his touch, needing more.

“Touch yourself, April. I’m not going to last.” He pounded inside her like they hadn’t spent a lifetime of making memories.

April touched her clit, stroking herself to orgasm. Henry groaned, coming seconds later. They collapsed onto the floor. Glancing at the clock across from them, April chuckled.

“I never knew we could do this in ten minutes,” she said.

“Shit, is that how long we took?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yep, I think we set a world record.”

“We didn’t even have kids to interrupt us.” He stayed still inside of her. “I’m not going anywhere. There’s no need to rush.”

Taking her time, April caressed his body. “The last twenty-five years have been amazing,” she said.

“I’m so looking forward to the next twenty-five.”

Staring up into her husband’s eyes, April smiled. Through her mind ran the memories of their time together. The way he stood beside her each time she gave birth. He’d been her rock when she needed him most. She remembered the humor when he finally got even with Blake. April always found it strange that Henry thought it was good to have some payback and be a cock-block, as he called it.

Either way, it was fun to watch the humor between father and son.

“You’re thinking again,” he said, kissing her between the eyes.

“I know. I’m thinking what a wonderful, amazing life we’ve led so far.”

“April Jones, you were best guilty craving I ever had and have been the great love of my life.”

He leaned down taking her lips. April couldn’t find a reason to fault him. Their life had been perfect, and she knew it would continue to be so for the next twenty-five years.

The End

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