“Why do you think it’s okay to go buy something like a store without telling me?” I asked, moving from below him, snapping the intimacy between us like a tightly pulled rope. I walked to the bathroom, promising my stomach I would never drink again.
“You don’t need to worry about stuff like that.”
“Oh, you mean like, fuck you, I do what I want?”
“No, I don’t mean it like that. I mean like, let me be the man of the house and decide what’s best for my family.”
“What? Seriously? No, Drew. You don’t get to just decide what is best for our family.”
“Have I ever made a wrong decision for our future, not the past, but the future?” Drew asked. I swear he had no clue. He saw one way, his.
“What kind of question is that? You make the wrong decisions on a daily basis.”
“Like what?”
I knew the line I was about to cross was inevitable. I was pissed. “Like Nicholas. You think brushing everything he does off as he’s three is the right decision. Soon, it will be because he is four. Celeste asked me if we’ve said anything to the doctor about his behavior. How does that make you feel? Your child is out of control and you want to sweep it under the rug.”
“Fuck Celeste. Go ask her ten-year-old about the Brooklyn Bridge, my kid will tell hers how to build it. Her kid can tell you how to beat level ten in Halo.”
“She wasn’t saying he isn’t smart, Drew. She was saying she’s concerned about his behavior. Never mind. Go to sleep,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t shut up about the line I crossed regarding his parenting skills.
“I don’t need you or Celeste telling me what’s best for my son. Nicholas is fine. He’s fucking three for Christ sake. What do you want him to do, sit there all prim and proper like a choirboy?”
“No, Drew, I don’t want that. I don’t want him throwing bread across the table. He’s old enough to use a spoon, and not throw a tantrum about it.”
“He wasn’t throwing a tantrum about the spoon. He was upset because Alicia was in his chair at the table. He’s three and just like me. I don’t like change, either. I like my routine.”
“You’re so fucking ridiculous.”
“Oh my god, Morgan. What? What about that pissed you off?”
“You don’t like change? Did you really just say that? You go and buy a store across the country without so much as telling me you weren’t happy here, Drew? That’s change. That’s a major change. One you should have discussed with your wife.”
“I never said I wasn’t happy here, Morgan. I need to work. I need to feel like I am providing for my family.”
“I get that, Drew. I don’t get why you wouldn’t discuss it with me. You obviously discussed it with Celeste.”
Drew pulled me to him and kissed the back of my head. As much as I wanted to trust him and relax in his arms, I couldn’t do it. I was too angry with him. “I promise, it will be fine. And you’ll be closer to Alicia.”
“I’m not going with you. If you do this, you’re going alone,” I warned with my back to his front. I wasn’t going.
I knew making a decision like that wasn’t right of me. And I should have consulted with my wife. It was hasty, but unplanned. I didn’t purposely betray Morgan. Celeste and Alicia were visiting for the first long weekend of the summer. Celeste mentioned her decision to sell the store in Los Angeles and we ended up talking numbers the whole weekend. I tried to tell her it wasn’t the store, it had to be the people she had running it. That store had always been one of my top producers. It got my blood pumping just thinking about it.
We could move to Bel Air and I could run the store. One store wouldn’t require a substantial amount of traveling. I could come home from work every night like a man was supposed to. I thought if I bought a house close to the beach, Morgan would be okay with it. The house wasn’t planned, either. I was only planning to fill out the online requirements for the real estate agent. The fact that the house came on the market and I was getting exclusive first dibs kept me from discussing that one with her, too. The beach wasn’t right in the front yard, but it was within walking distance.
As much as I love routine and planning, I am still a businessman. I know a deal when I see one. It wasn’t my fault a deal came along at precisely that time. I knew Morgan would love the house. She just wasn’t going to love me for not speaking to her first. It seemed like all we did lately was fight. I felt like we needed a change, but in no way possible was I trying to be controlling or sneaky about it. Although I fought with control over Morgan daily, this was not a control thing. It just happened that way.
We spent the entire weekend glaring at each other, snapping, and getting mad over nothing. I hated it when she used Nicholas. In no way, shape, or form did I make a difference between my boys. It wasn’t my fault Nicholas was attached to my leg as soon as he woke up.
Maybe if she had more patience with him, he wouldn’t be so clingy with me. It wasn’t enough that we were already fighting over Nicholas, I had to go and add the house and the store. I knew she wouldn’t let me go alone. Morgan would always put up with my shit. I knew she would. She bitched about it sometimes, but in the end, I won. Not in all things. There were plenty of things she overruled me on that I understood after hearing her way of thinking. There were also things that I wasn’t willing to budge on, and she would do as I say. Like my boys. I will always have a say in what they do.
Morgan would always put up with me because we had a connection that wouldn’t stop. A passion that wildly pulled us together. We could be at it for the entire day, but shut it off as soon as the boys were asleep. Morgan and I had intense chemistry that I am sure wasn’t the norm. She went to bed mad at me all the time. That didn’t stop her from spreading her legs for me as soon as I touched her pussy. That weekend was no different than it had been for weeks.
I was pissed as hell at Celeste for opening her big mouth and ruining the entire weekend. Nicholas was being ridiculous over not having his bed and he wanted me. Morgan and I worked around what Nicholas wanted. It was just easier for her to take the responsibility of Tad and let me deal with Nicky. I could have him out of the bathtub by the time we argued with him about Mommy doing it. I wasn’t trying to play favorites. I played with Tadpole every day and I tucked him in and told him how much I loved him every night.
Morgan just saw things her way and that was it. I knew how to handle Nicholas. I knew that letting him tell me why he was acting the way he was rather than punishing him worked better. If he didn’t understand why he was having a meltdown over nothing, how was shoving him in a corner going to help? I know I babied him too much, but I also thought Morgan didn’t baby him enough. It seemed like all she ever did was stay on him about one thing or another. Like his blanket. He wasn’t hurting anyone by sleeping with that blanket. He only wanted it when he was tired. It wasn’t as if he carried it with him everywhere he went. Not really.
Morgan purposely pushed buttons the entire weekend Celeste and Alicia were there. Our New Year came in with a bang. Morgan started drinking around noon on New Year’s Eve. She and Alicia spent all afternoon in the kitchen, preparing food we wouldn’t eat, and drinking whatever they wanted to drink. Celeste and I talked business, and I gave her hell for telling Morgan what was not her place to tell.
“How the hell was I supposed to know you went out and made major decisions without her? You bought it months ago, Drew. Next time tell me when you hide things of that magnitude from your wife,” Celeste pled her case.
This was the part I hated about having a chick as a buddy. Her advice usually made sense because she had a vagina. A brother would have told me Morgan was overreacting and had no right to be pissed at me for deciding what was best for my family. Celeste had those hormones that didn’t think the way guys did.
As much as I loved Celeste and Alicia, I was never so glad for them to go home. Morgan didn’t drink like this when it was just me, her and our boys. I was so happy this would be the last day she
would get this tipsy. I was even happier that Celeste would be taking her family and getting the hell out of my house. One more night.
Morgan was pissed again when it was after midnight, and I was still watching Covered Bridges around the world with Nicholas. She was drunk and very loose. I loved drunk Morgan in bed. Not so much before that. That drunk Morgan was a nag and said too much in front of guests. That pissed me off quicker than anything. She didn’t need to be spatting our business in front of Celeste and Alicia. Drunk Morgan in bed was just what I needed to express how displeased I was with her, let off some steam, and come in her mouth.
“If you’re not in here in five minutes, I’m going to sleep,” she threatened from the hall. The transparent black robe didn’t go unnoticed. I knew exactly what was under there. Nothing. I placed a finger over my lips, letting her know he was almost out. She turned and walked away with a groan and a puff of air. I salivated while staring after her ass, feeling my cock twitch just thinking about it.
Sliding Nicholas off my arm, I covered him with the blanket and joined my wife. Her lustful eyes watched me undress. My eyes bored into hers when I pulled the leather belt from the loops. Everything in me wanted to use it on her, make her bend over the bed and watch the red stripes appear on her ass—teach her a lesson. That’s not what I did, although Morgan felt my struggle as much as I did. The sick part was…she was fighting with herself, wanting me to do it as much as she didn’t. Did it happen? On occasion, not often, but once in a while.
If I went by months, it was well over due. It had been eight months since I had begged her to let me use the belt on her. I was angry with her for jerking Nicholas from my arms when he cried for an hour for his blanket. She couldn’t just decide one day that was it and take it from him like that. I was pissed at her for scaring him like she did. She knew how upset he got when one of us raised our voice. She held him in her arms and screamed at me to the top of her lungs. Nicholas was scared to death and I was pissed that she would fight like that in front of him.
I tossed the belt to the chair and watched her eyes follow. Walking to her, I released the erection from my jeans and moved to her mouth. “You like talking about our issues with people that don’t need to know?” I asked, touching her lips with the head of my cock. The chemistry between us when she looked up with those scared green eyes caused my cock to grow harder. The attraction between us had the same effect on Morgan. Her pussy was drenched. I was sure of it.
“What do you mean?” Morgan rasped in a tone that only solidified my hypothesis on a dangerous chemistry between my wife and me.
I held her head and pushed the head of my cock between her lips, but pulled back when she tried to take it all. “You know exactly what I am talking about. I’m talking about you telling Alicia about us fighting over Nicholas. That’s none of her business.”
“You’re mad over nothing, Drew. It’s what women do. She was bitching about the same thing. I was just looking for another opinion,” Morgan quietly said, moving her tablet to the night stand. I brushed the back of my finger down her cheek and to her throat.
Running my hand down her neck, I tightened my fingers, just a little, and thrust into her mouth. Jesus, I loved the way her lips fit around my cock. Holding the hair at the back of her neck, I forced her head, and I sank balls deep to the back of her throat. “Get on your knees,” I ordered, pulling her to the floor by her hair. Morgan obediently dropped to her knees and sucked me off. I stood with my hips thrust and my hands over my head, briefly, letting her have control while I hissed. Damn she felt good. I watched my cock slide in and out of her mouth and moaned.
Her soft hands caressed my balls while she took me to the back of her throat, over and over again, until I wanted the control. I made her get up and move back to the bed.
“Lay down,” I ordered, pulling her back to her feet by her hair. Not hard, not in a rough kind of way, just a controlling kind of way. Morgan laid on the bed and instantly spread her legs. I loved it when she did that. I loved the fact that her pussy was begging me to touch it. I smiled and closed her legs, moved to the other side of the bed, and stood over her with my dick in her mouth. Twisting her nipples between my fingers, I slid my hand down her ribs, her hips, her luscious ass, and up her thigh. I closed her legs again when I ran my hand up the inside of her leg.
Every time I got close to her pussy, she’d open her legs. I stared at the glistening between her legs, knowing how fucking wet her pussy was, and then closed them. I don’t know who I was torturing more, her or me. It was all I could do not to run my fingers up her slit and dip a couple fingers inside. Moving her hand from doing it was almost as much fun as me closing her legs. She was squirming, begging for contact. I would give it to her when I was ready to give it to her, although that was getting harder and harder. Every time I saw her opened lips, I fought the urge to touch her.
Having had enough, I moved to the other side told her to spread her legs and pulled her to me. I jerked myself, thrashing into her swollen clit with my head. Her hips bucked and her chest pushed out from the arching of her back. I loved Morgan in this positon, I loved Morgan in this state of mind, and I loved the lustful expressions mixed with the moans. It caused euphoric endorphins to release, driving me fucking mad.
Turning her to her side, I lifted her left leg and slid my fingers through her wet pussy, coating her anus with her own juices. Morgan was so fucking passionate about everything I did. The way she fisted the sheet and held her breath when my middle finger penetrated her ass was over the top, and desire poured from her trembling body.
I lifted her leg and moved my cock into her pussy while my middle finger slid in and out of her ass. Her pussy felt fucking amazing, but it was my finger moving in and out of her asshole that had me on fire. We didn’t do that much anymore. It was too much of a trigger for me, and I worked hard not to go back there. Although, it did seem to be happening more and more lately. I knew I was going there. Morgan knew I was going there, and my dick knew I was going there.
“Move closer to the edge of the bed, baby,” I whispered, pulling her to her knees. My dick slid out and in a couple times from behind. I watched, trying to make that enough. It wasn’t working. The little pucker in her ass was screaming for my dick. I rubbed it with my thumb, sliding her wetness around the opening. Morgan held herself on all fours while I held her ass, spreading it with my hands, needing to see her. All of her. I wasn’t sure if she was pushing into my cock or my thumb until she dropped her head to the bed and spread her ass cheeks, giving all the permission I needed.
I slid out and walked to the dresser. The condom was needed so I could pull it off and shoot it in her mouth. Our eyes locked when Morgan turned her head to watch me slide on the condom, knowing full well what was about to go down. I stroked my rubber-coated cock with the warm lube while my eyes pierced Morgan’s.
“Is this what you want, Morgan?” I asked, adjusting her hips. The entrance to her ass lined up perfectly with the head of my cock. I waited for her to answer before I continued. She wasn’t throwing that one at me later.
“Yes, Drew, put it in my ass,” she moaned in a breathy, erotic tone. Jesus I wanted to shoot my load right that second.
“You put it in your ass,” I countered, holding my pose while Morgan pushed back, little by little. Spreading her ass cheeks, I watched her press against me, taking my shaft, slowly, until I was all in. I held her hips and forced myself out and back in quickly. She hissed at the sudden invasion and pulled in the opposite direction. I didn’t let her control it. I did the driving, moving her hips while she rocked back and forth on my cock. I waited until she was ready to come and stopped.
I would have loved to have fucked with her more and more, until I came in her mouth without letting her find her own pleasure, but I didn’t. That was taking it back to where we tried hard not to go. I still had boundaries, and keeping Morgan from pleasure was one I couldn’t cross, although I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to that very thing. r />
I dropped to the bed and pulled Morgan’s naked back to my chest, needing to reach her clitoris. She needed to hurry the hell up before I wasted a whole load in a condom. Pumping in and out of her ass, I finger fucked her pussy and violated her clit. She was dropping her head and calling out within seconds. Thank god. As soon as my fingers felt the last wave she was riding out, I pushed her up and removed the condom. After fucking her pussy a few more minutes while standing above her, I placed her feet back to the floor and spun her in my arms.
Kissing her soft shoulders and neck, I lifted one leg, and then the other. Turning, I took two steps toward the mirror over the dresser. Holding her wide open, she rested her feet on the ledge and stared at me through our reflections.
“Rub it, Morgan,” I whispered, licking her ear with my hot words. Her eyes closed and her fingers glided through her slit. Periodically, my eyes glanced at her fingers, bringing her pussy to orgasm, but mostly they stayed on hers. They stayed locked with that chemistry that I can’t really explain. Morgan closed her eyes and rubbed frantically up and down on her pussy. I watched that part, but didn’t let her ride the waves like the last time.
She was still rubbing her pussy when I directed her to her knees in front of me. I fisted my cock, watching my wife part her lips for my come. Holding a fist full of hair from the back of her head, I made her look at me as the first bout touched her lips. I was in fucking heaven, and Morgan let me. Morgan let me see the scared girl she once was, afraid to close her mouth. Morgan knew to wait for me, but I knew she wasn’t really scared this time. She was turned on. Her eyes and the way her fingers continued to massage her pussy told me she wanted exactly what I was giving her.
My come, coating her lips, and the way she knew to open her mouth just a little fucked with me. The next squirt of come coated her tongue, and the next one went to the back of her throat as she swallowed me. Fuck. I loved this woman.
That was the point Morgan and I were at in our marriage. Sex was no doubt the best thing we had going for us. It’s where we both released life’s stresses. Sex had become something we did out of anger. It was amazing, great, and always full of emotion, but nonetheless, it had become something that came natural after a bad day, which was most days anymore. Moving to Los Angeles would be good for us. Hopefully, the way it was when we first made Rodanthe our permanent residence.