Sarina
“Where are you taking me, Maximus?” I asked as he continued driving. It was a Saturday, and we were supposed to spend time with our kids at home. But out of the blue, he invited me to go out, saying he had somewhere he wanted to go-with me, of course.
It had been a month since we reconciled and came to an understanding. I was enrolled in the university and trying to catch up with the lesson I missed because I started a little late. Today, I skipped my school-related tasks because it was supposed to be our family day. But now, here I was, being whisked away to some unknown destination by my husband.
“You’re still as impatient as ever, my wife. And why do you only call me Maximus? Are you mad?”
“No, it’s just that you’re being so secretive. Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?”
He took a deep breath before replying. “Just relax, my wife. I have something to show you, and I want your opinion on it.”
I let him be and stopped questioning him. He was driving, after all, and I didn’t want to distract him. I noticed we were heading toward Rizal, but I couldn’t recall anyone we knew living there.
The trip took a few hours, thanks to the traffic, even though we left early. The city had changed so much. Back in Catanduanes, things weren’t like this. Maybe because not everyone there owned a car.
Eventually, we arrived at what looked like a private resort. “Don’t tell me you’re planning to buy a resort?” I asked, furrowing my brows as he helped me out of the car after opening the door.
“Hi, are you Sir Maximus?” asked an older woman who closed the gate behind us. She seemed to be the caretaker of the place. My husband nodded, and the woman led us to the house entrance-or was it a cabin or a villa? I couldn’t quite tell.
“Here’s the key, Sir, and the fridge is fully stocked, as per your request.” I glanced at Maximus, surprised by what the woman said.
“Let’s go inside, my wife,” he said once the woman had left, opening the door for me.
I let him guide me inside, still unsure of what was happening. But I couldn’t help smiling, knowing that whatever it was, it was for us.
The villa was cool inside, with centralized air conditioning. It wasn’t very big, but it was more of a bungalow style. Just a few steps from the door was the living room. To the right, I could see the kitchen, and at the far end, there was a door I assumed led to the dirty kitchen, given the small screened window next to it.
Maximus led me to the soft, plush sofa, which I instantly loved. I noticed a room to my right with no door as I looked around, revealing a large bed inside. I stood up to look closer while Maximus headed to the kitchen.
A sliding glass door inside the room led to a small swimming pool outside. I smiled, starting to understand what my husband had in mind. I was about to close the door when I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“About what?” I teased.
“The place. I want to own something like this-a sweet haven for us to escape to and relieve our stress.”
“And what stress are you talking about?” I asked, turning my head slightly to look at him.
“The kids. They keep running around, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop them.”
“So, you’re tired of keeping up with them?”
“I’m so sorry, my wife, that I didn’t notice these things before. I don’t know how you managed all of that. No wonder you get tired. I was so insensitive and oblivious.” He had been looking after the children more often since I started going to school, taking all my responsibilities so I wouldn’t be disturbed whenever I was working on the lesson I was catching on.
“Shut up, my husband. That’s not something we need to talk about. I’m their mother. All I can do for them is be there, aside from loving them unconditionally.”
“That’s why I brought you here. I want us to spend time together, and I want to pamper you.” As he said that, I felt his lips on my neck.
My hand instinctively grabbed his head as he kissed my shoulder. His hands traveled down my back, and I heard the soft sound of the zipper as he slid down my tube dress, along with my underwear, while he knelt behind me.
He turned me around, and soon, he was facing my bare body. He lifted one of my legs and rested it on his shoulder, prompting me to grip the doorframe tightly. “Hold on, my wife.”
Without another word, I felt his tongue glide over my womanhood. “Ahhh…” I moaned softly. Since we made up, not a night had passed without us making love. I had started taking pills to avoid getting pregnant, as I was back in school. I was thinking about getting ligated, but Maximus suggested we hold off, so for now, it was just the pills. Thankfully, Chandler suddenly didn’t want to be breastfed.
My hands tangled in his hair while the other clung to the door frame for dear life. Maximus continued to pleasure me, his fingers joining in the effort.
Licking, sucking, and nibbling on my most sensitive parts, he drove me to the edge of sanity with his touch. When he added his fingers into the mix, I felt the heat in my lower belly build up and release, flowing out between my thighs.
“Ohh… my husband…” I moaned as I reached my peak.
Maximus stood up, stripping off his clothes while our eyes remained locked. “Why are you still so handsome and muscular, my husband?”
“If I weren’t, how could I seduce you? My money does not dazzle you, so I must rely on my body.”
I laughed at his remark, and so did he. I cupped his face and kissed him, a fiery passion igniting between us. He lifted me and carried me toward the pool.
“Ayy!!” I shrieked when our lips broke apart as he jumped into the water with me in his arms.
“I fucking love you, my wife. And since it’s just the two of us here, I will fill this entire resort with our love-this pool included.”
With that, he began pleasuring me again. We had a pool at home but could never do this there. For the first time in our marriage, he made love to me in the water. Over and over, without tiring, before carrying me back to the room for more.
During our stay, Maximus became my servant, pampering me and doing everything I asked. And why? Because he loved me. Loving Maximus Lardizabal was a joy, and being Mrs. Maximus Lardizabal was bliss.