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Lost in thought, overjoyed and with a racing heart, I watch Sophia as she sleeps peacefully.

Her beauty fascinates me as always and with a sigh I push a strand of brown hair behind her ear before slowly caressing her cheek.

Last night was nothing but sex and confessions of love and it couldn't have been nicer.

For a few hours we forgot that we are already parents of two and that we both have a lot of responsibilities.

We were just like we were at the beginning.

Everything was filled with lust, passion and love, as if the rest didn't matter and we were the only ones in the foreground.

This little time was immediately good for both of us and even though we hardly spoke, except for the dirty talk, I enjoyed every single second to the core.

That's exactly what we needed and if it hadn't happened we would have been broken and Sophia knew that as well as I did so I'm really glad she did something.

As if I hadn't done it enough times yesterday, I let my lips slide onto hers and am surprised when she immediately returns my caress.

Softly whimpering, Sophia slips her delicate fingers into my hair as I thrust my tongue into her mouth.

Very gently I rub my hard erection against her thigh, moaning tensely as she presses harder against me.

When Sophia puts her leg over mine, I can't contain myself and growl into her mouth as her cum wets my skin.

"Sit on my face," I demand of her, digging my fingers into her scalp and longingly watching her eyes widen with pleasure.

Without replying, she nods and rises, showing off her beautiful body for show before positioning herself directly over my face.

Without hesitation, I slide my tongue between her hot flesh and am rewarded with a firm pull on my hair and a loud moan of my name.

My hand immediately wanders between my legs and, growling, I start massaging my erection so as not to completely lose my mind.

Her hips move in unison with my tongue and the way she seems to melt with pleasure pushes me to my limits as well.

"Wait..." she suddenly gasps and I stop moving in surprise.

Without objection, I watch my wife get off me just to roll over.

When my cock is suddenly surrounded by a wet, warm shell, I let out a choked moan and immediately grab hold of her round ass.

Her pleasure noises make my whole body vibrate and in a trance I let my tongue slide back to her sensitive flesh.

"I'll be right there..." she warns me, her hand working on my privates to clear the sounds escaping her throat.

"Don't come yet." I order sternly and stop my caressing.

"But Daddy...I can't take it anymore," she whimpers in gulps, but doesn't stop caring for me for a second.

"I want to watch you make you and me cum kitten," I whisper against her skin, giving her a huge hickey on the inside of her thigh.

In a matter of seconds, she's sitting next to me, wide-eyed, and then slips her delicate hand between her legs while the others tend to my sex.

The sight of her is more than just hot and just a few seconds later I feel this knot in the deepest depths of my stomach.

The way she's massaging her clit so desperately sends goosebumps all over my body.

"May I come, Daddy?" she asks, hardly seeming to breathe as the orgasm seems to have reached its final limit.

"No, I'll come first and then you," I reply, however, loving too much to see her suffer from lust.

She whimpers softly, but then speeds up her hand movements and applies more pressure, so I'm almost there, and when she runs her nimble tongue over my sensitive tip, it's all over.

With a loud growl, I throw my head back and reach my long-awaited climax.

"Now?" she calls and looks at me, licking my orgasm off her hand with total relish and I nod, totally out of breath.

Her other hand slips between her legs as well and she immediately inserts a finger, getting downright brutal and the way she tenses up completely and can't even moan my name is exactly what I wanted to see.

The climax of a wife lasts what feels like hours and as the diabolical asshole that I am, I also insert two fingers into her and prolong her orgasm by a few seconds.

She almost collapses as I pull her towards me and our lips meet in a kiss and I couldn't think of a better way to get up.

At breakfast I can hardly take my eyes off her, I'm far too enchanted by the sight of her.

Her hair tied back in two French pigtails, in a gorgeous pants suit with the perfect amount of make up, she beams at me like everything is perfect.

And right now it is, but there's still the fear of what happens when the boys are back.

I love my sons and they are the greatest gift I could have ever received in my life, but I cannot deny that my relationship with my wife has changed drastically since Arrow was born.

Dreamily, I let my gaze slide over her face, feeling my chest heave with nothing but satisfaction, but I also feel myself starting to really miss the boys.

"You miss the boys, don't you?" Sophia says softly, tearing me out of my trance with her voice.

"I do miss her, but - the togetherness was really good for me." I reply, smiling, grabbing her hand and sighing.

"I can see that. You're not about to rip my head off," she laughs, kissing my knuckles before popping a strawberry into her mouth with a grin.

"You act like I'm a bad husband. I know I'm not the best but-" "You're definitely the best thing that's happened to me since the boys, Nate." She immediately interrupts and looks at me seriously.

Her brown eyes lock into mine and my chest bursting with love, I lock our lips together.

She sighs softly, running her tongue over mine and exploring my mouth like we didn't make out like Teemager for hours yesterday.

"I don't want to argue with you anymore," she whispers against my lips, then pulls them between her teeth and sighs.

She just seems to be getting cuter by the second, probably has no idea what she's doing to me.

"For a while I really thought our marriage was beyond salvage," I honestly admit, sliding my hand down her thigh and bringing my cup to my lips with a sigh.

"I'm so sorry..." she begins calmly, "you know I could never leave you, Nate. I love and want you too much for that. No man has ever remotely aroused the same feelings in me how you do it every day. Just the fact that you make me cum three times before you climax yourself is reason enough to stay forever.", she continues and gives me a cheeky grin.

Surprised and totally ready for the next round, I raise my eyebrows and smile diabolically.

"So I'm nothing more to you than my body?" I reply, looking into her eyes while slipping my hand between my legs, because unlike Sophia, today is my day off and I'm still in my boxer shorts.

"You know that's not true..." she whispers and kisses me softly, placing her hand over mine and then massaging my hard sex.

"Hands off." I hiss and pull away from her grip.

"Let me do something for you before I go." She mumbles and grins cheekily.

"No, I'm going to your father's to get the boys, stop it," I reply, kissing the tip of her nose before getting up.

"Darling..." she says calmly, following me into the bedroom and then sitting on the bed.

"What's up, baby?", "The children are with Flore and not with my father." She says and immediately I feel the love and affection in my chest being replaced by anger.

"Why are you lying to me?" I ask, confused and somehow hurt.

"Because I know you don't like it when they're with her," my wife explains, and despite the anger inside me, I can feel my fingertips tingling.

"No. I don't like it when the boys stay with her because she lives with this man, baby. We'll talk about that tonight. Don't be late," I murmur, handing my hands through my hair in annoyance before I say pull a shirt over my head and slip into some sweatpants.

"Don't be mad at me, love," she murmurs, hugging me from behind, knowing full well that I'll instantly soften.

Sighing, I just nod and kiss her hand before we leave the house and she drives away with John while I get behind the wheel myself.