“Why are you late again, Mrs. Mondalla?” I inquired upon seeing her go out of the elevator. The clock reads nine o’clock in the night. She proceeded to reach the penthouse with a simple shrug.
Due to the proximity of the hospital to the city, we opted to reside in the penthouse after she gave birth to Iso. Since Iso is sickly, we need to keep an eye on him and schedule weekly visits to the pediatrician.
“Because Savannah and I talked too long. She wants to push through our collab, but I don’t even have my own perfume company yet,” she answered while removing her heels and earrings. I was taken aback when she kissed me.
I immediately pulled her hair tie so that her long hair, which she only cut from time to time, fell loose. She’s breathtakingly beautiful.
“Why not use LMC?” I suggested.
“You don’t want to ruin your company, do you?” She pulled me to the table before she unbuckled my belt. Why has she become so aggressive all of a sudden? Is this her attempt to avoid my further inquiry about why she was late? Hmm…
“Who said you’d just ruin it? Have you forgotten about what you did last time with Safira?”
“I want to make my own, Ismael.” She caressed my manhood. Even though I’m currently experiencing a boner, I made an effort to remain composed.
“Why bother? You can take over ownership of the LMC if you want. Say it, and I’ll make it officially yours.”
She gently stroked the bulge in my pants. “Then make it mine.” I know she’s just kidding me, but who am I to take it lightly? Tomorrow morning, I’ll prepare the deed of donation.
“What’s mine is yours, baby,” I whispered before kissing her. She responded.
“Where are the children?” In the midst of our passionate kisses, she asked.
“They are asleep upstairs.” She turned away from me before lifting her hair as if she were telling me to unzip her dress.
“Are you sure?” she added.
“Yeah, but they might wake up. Are you sure you want to do this here?”
She turned to me before glaring at me. “Hey, am I seeing right? You’re rejecting me?” she asked. Hold on. I smelled her, and there was no hint of alcohol. Also, I knew she wouldn’t drink because she was still breastfeeding, but why was she being so rough with me today?
“No, my love. That’s not true. I was just worried that Cal might see us here.”
She hit my chest. “Perhaps you don’t love me much anymore!”
“What?” My eyebrows met.
“Do you have a girlfriend? Tell me! Why don’t you want me? Am I not pretty anymore?”
“W-what? What are you talking about?” I asked in disbelief.
“Are you getting tired of me, so you don’t often stay by my side anymore? Are you leaving me?”
I caressed her cheek. “Hey, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You are always beautiful in my eyes, and I have no other woman. You are the only woman in my life. I never looked for another. What did your best friend tell you again?” I tried to calm her by kissing her cheeks.
“No, there’s just this trending married couple that broke up. Savannah and I talked about it. They said men get tired of their women because they only do vanilla sex.”
“V-vanilla?”
She nodded. “I was scared, Ismael. They already have children, and they’ve been married for a long time, but he still managed to cheat on her and divorce her.” I saw her tears fall down. Now, I’m sure Cal will wake up because he’ll hear his mommy sobbing.
“Shush, baby. We’re different from them.”
“Tell me if you’re tired; I’ll help you. They say sex will strengthen a couple’s bond.”
It made me laugh.
“”Why are you laughing?”
“Because I don’t know what you are talking about. Have you forgotten that I am a man of integrity? Why would I do that? Even if I love sex, that doesn’t mean that I will find someone else who is better than you. Sex is just one of the mechanisms used to make the couple more into each other, but don’t forget that we are married and that I love you and our children. Didn’t I tell you that it was your heart that I wanted? I am having sex with you because I want to listen to what your heart deeply wants. So close the curtains on me having anyone else, okay?
I kissed her forehead after I dried her tears.
“Mommy? Why are you crying?”
I knew it. Cal will wake up. He knows when his mother is crying. He is now here, rubbing his eyes.
“She’s just tired, son,” I answered. Once more, I glanced at my spouse before hustling my words. “Come to our room and wait for me. Soak in the tub while I tuck the kid back into bed. We won’t be having vanilla sex tonight.”
I kissed her cheeks before I picked Cal up to carry him to the bedroom, where his one-year-old brother was also fast asleep.
“Are you sure, Dad, that Mommy was just tired?” Cal asked worriedly.
“Yes, baby. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be there to comfort her.” I laid him down on his bed before I tucked him under his blanket and started patting him softly.
“Thank you, Dad, for loving my mother.”
I smiled. “Of course, that’s what you will do someday to your future wife. Do you understand?”
He nods. “I’ll take care of her just like you take care of Mommy.”
“Very good.” I kissed his head. “Now, get some sleep so you can be tall like me. Girls like tall boys.”
He chuckled. “Uncle Danjer also told me that. I guess he’s also in love.”
“He is, and you will experience it someday at the right time, in the right place, and with the right person. You just have to be patient, okay?”
“Okay, Dad. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He went into a deep slumber shortly after closing his eyes entirely. I went to check on Iso, who had gone to sleep beaming. How cute. He looks like his mother.
“I’ll be with you later, baby. I’ll just have to attend to your mother’s needs.” I kissed his hand and head before completely leaving the room.
I entered the other room and saw that my wife had just come out of the bathroom. She’s totally naked and looks like her breasts are beckoning me to suck them.
“They are getting bigger,” I commented before approaching her. I carefully cupped her breast using my right hand. “You know that I am not a fan of non-vanilla sex, but what about we try to roleplay?”
She grumbled as if she was perplexed by my words. It was she who opened this conversation in the first place.
“Do you still have your university uniform?” I asked.
“I think so.”
“Then wear it. I’ll be with you in a moment.” I went outdoors before finding the tuxedo I used to wear when I was teaching at Marcus University. I never thought I would do this now.
I went back to our room and saw her wearing her uniform. I remembered what she did to me when she tried to seduce me before.
“Woah, you look stunning, Ismael. I miss that look,” she divulged.
“Call me professor, Miss Alvandra. At least respect me.”
Smirking, she proceeded. “Alright, professor. I’m sorry.”
“Get on your knees. I’ll give you a punishment for being late again.”
Kneeling down, she smiled teasingly. “Okay, professor.” I took a seat on the bedside sofa and stared at her intently. A look of sheer wonder spread across her face. Don’t tell me; she has wanted to do this since then. We never had sex in uniforms before.
“Now suck my feet,” I ordered. She removed my shoes and socks before kissing my feet. Is she really into this? Why would she obey everything I say?
“Stop.” She stopped before looking at me, confused. I ran my foot over her chest to her lower part, which was now wet. Hold on. “Are you not wearing underwear?”
“Yes, p-professor-“I nullified her entire statement as I discreetly inserted my thumb into her property. “Ahhhhh! P-professor! W-what are you doing? I just want to pass calculus. Why would you do this to me? Stop it!”
“You’re such a terrible student, Miss Alvandra. You’re telling me to stop, yet your body is grinding with me.”
She smirked playfully. “How did you know that I liked it, professor?”
A gasp escaped me. Damn it. She really knows how to play. “Take off your clothes, Miss Alvandra.”
“Sure, professor.” Seeing her undress from head to toe made me gulp. “What else do you want from me?”
“Play with your boobs.” She began massaging her chest while I continued to poke her cave with my foot. Her actions have heightened my desire, and here she is in front of me with her legs stretched out.
“Pleasure yourself.”
And she grinned. She got to his feet and unzipped my pants, which caught me off guard. “What are you doing? You should get down and give yourself a good rub. That’s what I told you.”
“No, professor. You said to please myself. Your cock is the only one that can give me the pleasure I wanted.”
She felt my completeness and absorbed it without delay. I groaned. As she continues to pound herself into me, her hands rest on my shoulder.
“Professor, can you help me?” she pleaded. “Lift me up, professor. Lift me to the heavens!”
I loosened my tie before I consumed her breasts. I sucked them all in as I helped her build tension inside.
I quickly lifted her to the bed to resume having sex there. I also took off my clothes and pants before getting on top of her again and entering her abruptly. My arm rested on the bed as we continued to make out.
“Professor…”
“Stop calling me that, Jothea. Our show is done.”
“Why? I miss you as my professor.” She spoke while grinning. “We never had sex at our university.”
“Because that is a decent place, Jothea. I don’t want to just lay you down anywhere.”
I briefly sensed the discharge of her bodily fluids as her smile intensified. “Gosh, that was unexpected.” With a hint of shyness, she explained. The flushing of her cheeks was visible to me. “Because of what you said, I instantly came.”
I gently stroked her chin. “Because that is the truth.” After planting another kiss on her lips, I kept on riding until my legs were numb. I went ballistic while trapped inside of her. “I respect you, and I love you.”
“I love you too, Ismael.” Just as I was going to speak, she smothered me in a hug. “I want to sleep while you’re still inside. Can we do that?”
“Are you tired? We’ve only had one round.”
“I am, and I apologize. I promised you I would come back tomorrow morning,” she implied while her eyes were closed.
“Alright, alright.” I kissed her forehead before pulling out to embrace her in the back and inserting my manhood again, as she requested. I guess it will stay hard because I am inside her.
“Ismael…” She touched my arms, now surrounding her.
“Hmm?”
“Can you tell me the names of our remaining twelve children?” Out of the blue, she asked.
“Why?”
“So I can look forward to it. I remember our last conversation when we were talking about Iso’s name. It was as if God listened to our hearts’ wishes.”
“Alright, alright, but make sure you remember it all chronologically.”
“I will.” She intertwined her left hand’s fingers with my right hand.
“After Cal is Iso; after Iso is Geo, then Arc. Then we will be having our triplets, Ax, Dox, and Trix.”
She chuckled. “Woah, you knew we were going to have triplets right away?”
“Nope, just manifesting so you don’t have a hard time giving birth after giving birth.”
“Alright, and then? Who else?” I heard her voice, which was kind of sleepy right now but still attentive to hear what I was going to say.
“Our eighth child would be Zero; after him, you will have twins named Aden and Sum.”
“You really had fun thinking about their names back then when I was in a hospital, didn’t you?”
I softly nodded. “I was losing hope, so I tried to divert my mind and build a fantasy in my head, hoping that it would become reality someday.”
“I hope it will happen. Who’s the last two?”
“The eleventh will be named Velo, and our last child will be Pi.”
“Pi, as in 3. 1416?”
“Yes, my love.”
Her hugs tighten. “How funny that all of their names are involved in math, the subject that I am bad at. Cal, Iso, Geo, Arc, Ax, Dox, Trix, Zero, Aden, Sum, Velo, and Pi.”
“See? You’re not that bad. You remember quickly.”
“Because it is about our children. I can’t wait to finally see them after years.”
I sniffed. “Me too, my love. But now, let’s sleep. We still have a lot of rounds to fulfill tomorrow.”
Again, she chuckled. Her laugh tickled my heart. “Alright, love. What a good night to have you in my arms.” She kissed my hand.
“It is indeed a good night because of you. I love you, Jothea.” I kissed her head with a kiss full of love.
“I love you too, Ismael.”
The end.