Five years later
They say that Helen of Troy had a face that could launch a thousand ships. This may be true, as I'm sure she was pretty and all that. But Sam's ass could launch that plus the Spanish armada. I keep trying to convince her that I didn't marry her just for her butt, though I compliment her so much on it that I have a feeling she still has her doubts. I can say that at a minimum it turned me into an ass girl, if I wasn't one already.
For instance, right now it is in my face, and I'm loving my life.
Over the last five years, we've had a lot of time to experiment in our love life. We'd started out simply exploring each other and determining the best ways to please each other, and then we'd always try new positions, or incorporate food items. Then we started playing with toys. Vibrators and dildos were the obvious starting ground, and they were quite enjoyable. We made the mistake of watching 50 Shades of Grey once and we had to start trying some BDSM too. That cost us a month of odd nights experimenting before we realized it just wasn't our style.
Or at least not all of it.
Sam did love being blindfolded. She enjoyed not knowing what I was going to do next, and the excitement of anticipating whatever was going to happen next. She also liked it when I tied her, though only lightly. I think the incident with Dave would always haunt her, and she only liked her hands to be loosely tied, so she could get out of it if she wanted. I could understand that, and since her happiness was all that I wanted, I wasn't going to ask for anything more. I think the part she enjoyed the most was that she knew that I could still twirl her like a baton, and we always enjoyed that to this day, so she knew I could put her into whatever position I wanted.
So tonight found Sam face down on the bed, her head on a small pillow and her ass sticking up in the air on a foam wedge. I was behind her, my hands running up and down her back while my mouth teased her from behind. She was as delicious as ever, and I savored every moment that I got to taste her. It was all about getting her worked up tonight. Don't get me wrong, I wanted her to have as many climaxes as possible, but right now I just wanted her to be sopping wet so I could try out our latest toy, the strap on that was currently dangling between my legs.
While we did like the toys, we always ended up with mouths and fingers most nights. For me it felt more intimate. When my fingers were pumping within her and she hit her high, I could feel her clenching around my them. When my tongue was dancing over her and she unraveled into oblivion, I got to lick up every drop. It wasn't the same for us when using a toy. While she still got there, I felt a little disconnected.
But tonight, I was still going to try this out. She'd made mention of strap ons in the past, though we'd never invested in one before. But now I had. She didn't know I'd picked it up, so I hoped that she'd enjoy it. If not, then I still knew a thousand ways to get her off, and I'd use every one of them if she let me.
My hands were gripping her ass now, kneading it as she pushed her hips back into my greedy mouth. My tongue was as deep inside her as I could manage, while my fingers would occasionally slip down to circle her clit slowly. Her moans were picking up in intensity as more and more of her juices were beginning to coat her soft outer lips. I think it was time.
I'd already lubed up the toy, not wanting to hurt her just in case her own wetness wasn't enough, so I straightened up on my knees to move closer to her waiting folds.
"Abby! Stop teasing me! You know I'm so close!" she whined when I stopped the licking.
"I know Sammy, and I have something new for you to get you there, so why don't you hang on, okay?" I took the tip of the toy in my hand, and rubbed it up and down her slit, making sure everything was nice and wet, then slowly guided it into her. The biggest dildo we own is 8 inches. Probably modest to some, but just right for us. I didn't want to hurt her with this, so I was only using a 7 inch purple one for this first foray. If she enjoyed it, we could always go larger in the future. Leaning forward, I fed more and more of it into her. I was going to slow down, but she moved her hips backwards, sinking the last of it into her while I took a hold of her hips.
"Oh, shit Abby, I can't believe we're finally doing this!" she said with an excited groan of pleasure.
"I thought you might like a little surprise Sammy, but we'll take it slow and then see how it goes."
"Okay baby, I'm ready when you are!" she said eagerly.
With her encouragement, I slowly started moving my hips, watching the purple dildo sliding in and out of her. I have to admit, part of me wanted to do this just so I could keep grabbing that insanely beautiful ass, but when she started to moan in time with each thrust, I knew we had a winner. As I said, I felt a little disconnected with toys in the past, but with the strap on it seemed more intimate. Yes, I still wouldn't feel her orgasm like I could with my fingers, but because I was controlling the pace with my hips and gripping her ass to pull her into each thrust, I was enjoying it a lot more than I had with the other toys.
As Sam started getting more comfortable, I started picking up the speed.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Sammy cried out as the tempo increased. She was thrusting back into me, and my hips were making a delightful slapping sound every time they hit her ass. Fuck did I want to make her cum! "Abby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God baby don't stop!"
At that point I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to. If a damned tornado hit, I'd keep up the pace just to let Sammy cum for me before the house blew away. I kept thrusting into her, trying to drive the toy deeper and deeper and she started to let out one long moan that started to pick up intensity as her body began to quiver and shake underneath mine.
I was close as well, since the strap on kept rubbing against my clit with every thrust, so I was starting to lose my concentration. Moments later Sam's moan became a long scream. "Abby! Yes babyyyyyyyyy!"
And I was there with her, my body quivering as my thrusts slowed and I finally just kept it sunk to the hilt within her while we both shuddered. I hunched over her, holding her body close as I kissed her upper back and our sweat coated bodies slowly tipped over to the side.
"Oh, wow," I murmured happily. "I love you so much Sammy!"
"Fuck! I love you too baby! I'm so doing that to you next!" Sammy claimed happily. "So, you better rest up quick!"
Luckily, nobody would hear us here in the new house.
The old house barely got us through Thanksgiving, we simply needed more room. We made it into a family fun time, with poor Steven shepherding us five girls now that Jessie was home. We finally ended up finding a house that was perfect, not too far from Sam's old place, but in a different neighborhood. It had five bedrooms, including an immense master suite, in the main house, plus an in-law suite in a cabana for mom and Steven behind the giant pool, so there was a ton of room for us all. Since we knew at some point Jessie and Janine would move out, more on that in a bit, it also gave us room for when we decided we wanted kids.
Before everything changed with getting Janine back, we'd always talked about going away to college to stay away from Sam's dad and hide from Dave. But now, we were the guardians of a teenager, so we stayed local for our studies. Sam and Janine both changed their names to Reynolds, and we had a little celebration over the thanksgiving break for it. It was a wonderful time. Steven finally proposed to mom, I was married to the love of my life, and Jessie and Janine were trying to figure out what the fuck they were going to do to survive the next two years.
What?
Oh yeah. When Jessie came home, and she and Janine met for the first time, Sam and I both recognized the look they shared. It had been the same look shared between us not too long ago. The problem was, Jessie was barely 16, and while a 5 year age gap isn't a big deal when you're older, it is kinda huge when one is an adult in college, and the other is a sophomore in high school. They were so adorable though! It was an easy ship name too. Jessie vetoed JJ since she had a classmate who was an asshole with that name, so we all settled on J Squared, which they thought was cute.
Mom laid down the law, she wasn't allowing anything sexual between them while Janine was a minor, so other than a few small stolen kisses and cuddles, they behaved. Janine was like a little puppy, almost begging to have Jessie, but Jessie was the adult. She told her straight up that Sam and I waited four years to be together, and she knew that they only had to wait two. And unlike Sam and I who only saw each other once a year, Jessie and Janine would be able to see each other every holiday break and every summer. I was proud that Janine had been so mature about agreeing to that, but Sam and I had already proven it could work, so they stuck it out.
We may have also told them that if they were serious about it, and truly in love, then we'd sign the papers to allow them to be married the summer before Janine turned 18. That gave them a year and a half to find out if their love was going to be strong enough to make it. They proved that it was, and we signed the papers when they got the marriage license, just like mom did for me. Mom supported it too, she had no objections since she loved them both and could see their love every time that they were together.
So yeah, they enjoyed the house with us for a few years, but they ended up getting their own place after they were married. Jessie got her engineering degree and Janine had her trust fund money and stayed local for college like we did, so they would be fine. Their love was beautiful to see, and like us their good things came when they waited.
Not too many good things came to Dave. He never did get drafted out of high school, thanks to an unfortunate slip he had in the school cafeteria that hurt his shoulder. Oops. It was a lot of physical therapy, even though I hadn't completely wrecked it. He didn't do jail time, I know you're shocked that the rich white kid caught such a break! But he had to do six months of community service and two years of probation. They also made him register as a sex offender, which his parents tried unsuccessfully to fight, and that might have been the best part of the punishment. The last we heard of him, he was toiling away in the lower minor leagues out in the Midwest somewhere.
Sam's dad had simply vanished. He never showed up for any of the custody hearings, so Sam won that uncontested. We checked in with her cousins from time to time, who to this day still apologize all the time, but they hadn't seen him either. They were never going to be close after what they'd done to Sam, but Sam still forgave them. We assumed her dad cleaned out his bank account and went hiding somewhere from the Wilsons. They were not happy at all about the deal falling through and tried to file a suit to stop the sale of our company. That suit was thrown out as meritless, since nowhere in any of the contracts was there a signature from Sam, and once she took over the company, she could do with it as she wanted. The judge said they could try to sue her dad, but he wasn't going to be found.
As for Sam and I, we were already to the point where we were discussing children. Right now, we weren't sure who was carrying, who the donor would be or if we would adopt. Or all the above! It wouldn't be long before we stared that journey though. In the meantime, we had both gone to college and were starting to map out our careers. Sam was going to become a therapist, as she had seen how much good it had done in helping Janine, and I had become an English and creative writing teacher, just like Ms. Walker, and I coached the women's soccer team on the side.
We had a good life.
So, on days like today, when I got to try out a new toy with my wife, and make her scream my name, it always made me cherish how far we'd come together. It may not have been the typical high school romance, but it brought us to where we were today.
"Take that off!" Sam demanded as she rolled out of our king-sized bed and pointing at the strap on. It took me a moment to slip it off, as tired as I was, but I finally got it off and then handed it over. "Good, I'll be right back." She walked slowly over to the walk-in closet, opening it, and slipping inside.
As soon as she went into the closet, I knew what was coming, and I could feel my body responding already as my mind imagined what she was about to do to me. Regardless of how tired I might be, my body couldn't help but begin go awaken once more. A heat started pooling low in my belly as moments later she tossed my office attire out of the closet and onto the bed.
My office attire was an obscenely short black skirt that I could never wear in public without flashing everyone, a cheap button-down white shirt that usually never survived the workday, thigh high fishnets held up by a black garter and pair of back pumps. No underwear or bra was provided, they wouldn't be needed. I took my time getting dressed, I knew I'd be ready before she was. I was right. I sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes before my boss reappeared.
Sam was dressed in her power suit, a dark grey number with matching pencil skirt and a tailored white button-down shirt underneath. She also had stockings, though hers were just black, and not fishnets, and a pair of low black wedges. Her hair, unruly after sex, had been straightened so she looked as though she was ready for a board meeting. Oh my fuck did I love her.
"Abby, can I see you in my office please?" she asked, in the authoritative voice that made my knees weak.
"Of course, Mrs. Reynolds," I answered rapidly, slowly making my way towards her while licking my lips. It was hard not to notice the bulge that had appeared in the front of her skirt.
There is something you should know about our master bedroom. When we first bought the house, it was much too big. It had an attached sitting area that was just never used. So, we had a contractor add a wall in front of that, and then knocked down the wall between that area and the walk-in closet, resulting in a closet that was simply immense. We had so much room in there that it was like walking into a store.
But on the far side of it, we had enough room to put in a large, solid mahogany office desk, with a plush leather work chair. The desk would have been the envy of any office, but for us it was just one of our sex toys. You see, we may not have gotten too kinky with the whips and chains and all that, but fuck did I love role playing when Sammy was my boss.
I followed her into the office area where she took a seat in the chair, the bulge now prominently displayed. "How can I be of service to you tonight Mrs. Reynolds?" I asked her, as a good assistant would. I couldn't help but notice a flash of pink under the skirt, which made me realized she'd changed out the purple dildo for the larger pink one. I was going to be sore tomorrow!
"I think I'm in need of a lot of overtime tonight, you know how tense I get after a day full of meetings. Do you think I could persuade you to stay late to help me relax Abby?" she asked with a commanding edge. I was already dripping wet, and knew I wasn't going to last long tonight.
"You know I'd do anything to help you out Mrs. Reynolds," I assured her in a husky whisper.
"That is what I'm counting on. Why don't you bend over this desk and let me see if we can help each other unwind?"
I stepped around the chair, and lay my torso over the desk, my ass right front of her as she reclined in the chair. "Of course, Mrs. Reynolds. I hope this will please you."
I felt the back of my skirt get lifted up and onto my back, and then heard the squeaking of the chair as she got out of it. I could feel her warm breath on my pussy as she knelt behind me and shivered in delighted anticipation. As always, I raised my head to view the art that graced our office. Better than anything in the Louvre, the 4'x6' matted and framed picture of the stainless-steel fridge and the image of the work of art that was my wife's stunning posterior imprinted upon it.
I had just read the plaque underneath, 'Callipygian' of course, when I felt her tongue slide into my folds.
"Oh God! Yes Mrs. Reynolds!" I moaned happily as my overtime began.
I loved this job. I loved this woman. I loved my life.
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A/N - That is the end (for now) though there is a chance that some of the characters in here could end up with their own spin off. In the meantime, if you liked this story, feel free to check out my other gxg books:
The Inner Ring (Mature)
A Rock and a Heart Place (Mature)
Full Circle (Not Mature)
Dead Men's Bells (Mature)
A Little Dinged Up (Mature)
Cloud Dancing (Mature)
Body Shop Repairs (Mature)
Jungle Love and Lost (Mature)
I'm not going to list the rest because I keep writing them, and I'd never stop updating! But there are a bunch!