Mummy has a memory like a whole herd of elephants, and she and Laura had been closer than blood-sisters; if she and Daddy had ever talked about this, she’d remember literally every word.
I decided to wait on bracing Mummy, though; Mark was at Brockwell Park playing football with “the terrible trio” aka my little tomboy Laura and her twin, Jamie junior, and Mark and Julie’s very own little blonde tomboy tearaway, Markie, the three of them thick as thieves and twice as devious.
Julie was herding her two toddlers, Nia and Jayce, and my little Julie-Anh, the smallest but definitely the loudest. They were all due back soon, then would come the organised chaos known as teatime, baths, and bedtime, so it would have to wait.
*****
Bobby:
The kids had been fed, they were down for their nap, and Yaz had put her two boys down as well. She and Ricky were on babysitting duty, huddled together on the couch with a pile of quilts, pillows, six-packs of coke, and tins of chocolate biscuits, watching Hallmark romances, their unbreakable Saturday afternoon tradition. That freed me up to hunt for my wife, because I hadn’t heard a peep from her in almost four hours.
As I climbed the attic stairs there was absolutely no sound coming from the attic, but when I pushed open the oddly-shaped little door at the top of the stairs, there was Shari, sitting cross-legged on the floor under the single bare light bulb. She was surrounded by printed papers, folders, document wallets, old ledgers, literally mounds of the stuff.
I knew there was a lot of this stuff up there, the Crown Prosecution Service had gone through dad’s paperwork with a fine-tooth comb, not just from his office, and all around the house, but from storage places dotted around Carlisle, mostly lock-up garages and self-storage places we knew nothing about, and everything that wasn’t evidence was dumped back here with us.
There were forty or fifty plastic tea crates full of what I’d assumed at the time to be rubbish. The CPS had obviously thought so, judging by the ‘No Evidential Value’ seals across the lid of every crate. But this was also where Ricky had found the clues that led him to Shari, Yaz, and their mother, so maybe Shari was right, and there was actually more to find somewhere in that huge heap of random paperwork.
“Hey baby, welcome to my little slice of paradise!” she grinned, shoving a pile of stuff away so I could sit next to her. “So far nothing; your father kept every single piece of paper that ever came his way, and I mean everything… look at this.”
She handed me a twenty year-old till receipt from a newsagent for a bar of chocolate with a grin.
“What kind of mentality needs proof of purchase of a candy bar? I mean, really? They changed “Marathon” to “Snickers” years ago, why hang onto this? We always knew Robert had some major screws loose, but this?” She shook her head sadly.
“I think you’ve done enough for the day, baby.” I suggested, “let’s get cleaned up, and dinner tonight, let’s order in, I don’t want you stressing over dinner, and Yaz has been barricaded down most of the day while the wild things went on a rampage, she needs a break too, so Chinese? Thai? Indian? Pizza? The world is your oyster tonight, speak, and I shall obey, oh moon of my delight.”
Shari slid closer to me, a wicked grin on her face.
“I think I’d like some alone-time with you, husband of mine; the kids are all asleep with Yaz and Ricky three floors away, at the other end of the house, and we’ve got this big old empty, echoing space all to ourselves, what say we make a little noise, baby-daddy?”
I could feel myself hardening at the thought, although these days, when Shari was near me, it didn’t take much; her being pregnant made her so delicious, so desirable, I’m surprised I managed to get any work done at all…
I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her, while she squirmed and wriggled, feeling my hardness.
“Why Bobby, sweetie, is all that for me?” she cooed, smiling minxily and fluttering her eyelashes innocently, falsely, as she wriggled and slowly ground herself against me.
“Bobby, you dog, I do believe you’ve got a big old present for me!”
That was more than human flesh could withstand, and I spun her around so she was sitting astride me, rotating her hips as she began seriously grinding against me, kissing me playfully at first, but her kisses grew more intent, sexier, demanding. I clamped my hands around her taut, world-class little apple bottom, only her panties and slipover shift dress standing between her and complete nakedness, and didn’t I just know it.
As she kissed me, she yanked her dress up, and in one movement tugged it off and threw it to one side.
That was my cue to slide my hands into her panties, my eager fingers greedily exploring her round, firm little bottom while she writhed and ground herself against me, and her swelling breasts with her dark, sexy, mushroom-cap nipples, yet one more sign of impending motherhood, brushed my lips.
She giggled as I gently trapped her nipple, trying to not put too much pressure on the increasingly tender nubs, but flicking them with my tongue-tip was enough to make her groan softly and move even more definitely against me.
“Naked, Bobby… get naked… now!” she gasped, slipping off me and jumping to her feet to slide her panties off. I was stripping of as fast as I could, pulling my polo shirt over my head while unbuttoning my jeans. As I slid my zipper down, Shari yanked my shoes off and grabbed the bottoms of my jeans, yanking them off as I raised my mid-section off the floor.
Shari grinned as she threw my jeans over her shoulder, and as I slid my shorts off, she licked her lips happily.
“Oooh, I was right, it is a nice big prezzie!” she cooed, “Can I play with it now, Daddy-man?”
My answering grin was all she needed, and she slipped onto the floor next to me, kissing my neck, licking my ear, and biting my jaw while she toyed with my aching erection. Luckily the floor was clean; the kids played up there sometimes, so we kept it spick and span for them. Naked and pregnant, she’d never looked so desirable, and I wanted her so badly.
Every time I looked at her, at her serene smile, her lithe grace, and her sexy pregnant belly, I started thinking things, and Shari would look up and smile her enigmatic smile, like a Madonna in a Byzantine Icon, and I knew she knew exactly what I was thinking.
She was absolutely irresistible, and she knew it, but she didn’t torture, tease or deny me. Shari loved to make love as often as I did, and when time and family permitted, we’d while away a few hours pleasuring each other, renewing that connection first forged so many years ago, and basking in the warmth of our passion. I
loved my wife with a burning intensity, she’d rescued me, she’d literally saved my life, and I made sure I never let an opportunity slip by to tell her just what she meant to me.
“Shall we be naughty, Bobby? Shall we be very, very naughty little boys and girls? What do you think, Bobby, you wanna get naughty?” she breathed in my ear, and that was all I needed.
“Up here… please…” I murmured, because Lord yes, I knew what I wanted to do.
Shari grinned, a long, slow, naughty grin, and knelt up next to me.
“Ooh Bobby, that’s naughty, bad Bobby, bad, bad Bobby!” she smiled, her eyes huge and innocent, making me groan with lust, before leaning down to kiss my chest, and trail a series of soft kisses down my chest and past my navel. She looked back at me, a devilish smile on her lips, before she poked her tongue in my navel, making me buck against her.
I groaned as she kissed and nibbled lower, and then she was tickling me with the tip of her tongue, making me jump and my cock twitch. Shari gave me those huge, grey, innocent eyes, framed by sooty lashes, and the naughtiest smile ever, before slipping her plump lips over the head of my cock. This was almost too much to bear, as hot and cold shivers ran up and down my spine.
Once upon a time, this never really did much for me, but over the years Shari had shown me just how hot and sexy it could be, and now I felt cheated if we never went there during the course of our lovemaking.
“Come here…” I groaned, stroking her smooth, sexy thighs and kneading her tight, plump bottom.
Without disengaging, Shari swung her leg over me, and now she was lying on top of me, my cock in her mouth and her succulent pussy right where I wanted it. She groaned as I slid her closer and kissed her labia, taking in her sweet, spicy scent.
“Yessss, Bobby, ooh yess… just there, yesss…!” she moaned as I probed her, flicking my tongue rapidly over her swelling clitoris just to hear her squeaks of pleasure.
My wife is delicious, her scent a mixture of earthy, sweet, tangy, and something else, something uniquely “Shari.” Whatever it is, one taste of her is never enough, I would gorge myself on her, and she loved that I feel like that, it made for some extended sessions, believe me.
As I licked, and sucked, and teased and tormented, she sucked me deeply into her throat, working her throat to massage my cock even as she shuddered and trembled atop me. Finally she could take no more, her pussy twitched and trembled as orgasm swept through her, a flood of her sweet, tangy, salty juices filling my mouth and ramping me even higher, and her deep groan of fulfilment around my cock nearly set me off too, but I wanted more.
Shari slumped down, trembling as aftershocks raced through her, before raising her head and grinning back at me.
“Let me guess, baby-daddy, your turn, huh?” she teased, swivelling around to kneel astride me. “How does this feel, hot-daddy?” She smiled, that adorable, lip-biting grin of hers as she fondled my throbbing cock, before raising up slightly and s-l-o-o-o-w-l-y, teasingly, sliding down onto me, only stopping when I was fully embedded in her.