5

"So you two got everything sorted out?" my brother asks with a sigh, desperately trying to seat Harry in his dining chair but frantically refusing.

I turn to my brother and take my older one from him, then turn back to the food before shrugging.

"We've actually only had sex for the last few days, I honestly don't know whether that can be equated with the situation being clarified.", I answer thoughtfully, because even if things are a lot calmer between me and Sophia, there are still many things unclear and that really bothers me.

"But you guys get along better, I assume?" my brother says, turning to my younger son.

While Arrow is beaming and Harry is happily biting into his banana, I pour us both a glass of whiskey before crouching down with Noah on the kitchen island.

"Definitely. But there are still a few things that aren't clear. And one of her employees is pissing me off. Ever since you mentioned the affair, every man is somehow a threat," I explain, taking a sip of the expensive drink.

My brother's green eyes meet mine and he looks at me in confusion.

"Are you talking about Blake?"

At the mention of the name, my whole body tenses and I nod in silence.

"How do you know him?" I ask confused and look at him.

"Nate, I got him this job.", my brother replies and I touch my forehead more than just annoyed.

"I didn't even notice that." I mumble annoyed and take another nice sip.

"He called me and asked if I had a job for him, then I remembered that Sophia was looking for someone. I introduced the two to each other and now he works there, that's all there is," Noah explains to me. doesn't seem nearly as concerned as I am and for some reason his behavior just provokes me even more.

"Calm down Nate. Blake is a really nice, personable guy. He would never mean any harm to anyone. Nothing goes on between him and Sophia," he adds, noticing jealousy slowly starting to fill my body.

I can't control it

The thought of anyone else touching my wife, thinking about her, kissing her, making her laugh drives me insane.

Sophia is a desirable woman m but she doesn't know it and by thinking everyone has a good heart like her I'm just scared that she'll get caught up in something and I won't be able to help her.

If we didn't have children together, things would be very different, but since two little people carry our genes in them and our last names behind them, we have to look at everything from a slightly different angle.

"I'll keep an eye on him anyway," I say stubbornly, throwing the rest of my drink away as well.

"Take it a little slower, it's only a little after six," my brother admonishes me and, as always, we switch roles.

I just roll my eyes in annoyance and just as I reach for the bottle, I hear the door open and my wife's beautiful laughter fills the house.

However, I also get a deep male voice, which I know, but not familiar with.

I get up with a sigh and come across Sophia and her guest with the blue eyes in the large hallway.

I watch tensely as my wife pulls her jacket off her body and hangs up her scarf before turning to John and smiling.

"You can take Blake's bag to the guest room, John," she says softly, then walks towards me.

"Hello, darling. A pipe burst in Blake's apartment and all the hotels nearby are full for fashion week, so I invited him to our house," she explains to me with a soft expression in her brown eyes, her hand helping Placed intention on the back of my neck knowing it will calm me down.

I nod wordlessly, not letting on how you annoy me and how much I would like to just send him away just because the way he looks at my wife makes me think of murder.

"I hope it doesn't bother you, Mr. Vance," says the young man, who could easily work as a model at the agency himself, as he shakes my hand.

"Of course it doesn't, Blake. Make yourself at home," I say, glad to be able to hide my emotions so well.

"Is Noah there too?" Sophia asks and I nod before we all go into the kitchen together.

I immediately take care of Arrow while Sophia attends to Harry and Noah makes himself comfortable in the living room with Blake.

Jealousy is eating me up and having to hide it only makes it seem worse.

"Are you really alright?" she asks softly, putting Arrow down in our room before approaching me.

Annoyed and for some reason more than exhausted, I tuck a strand of hair behind Sophia's ear and shrug.

"It doesn't really matter what I think about it, as long as you think it's right," I mumble and turn away.

"That's not true, darling, and you know it. But I - couldn't just let him sleep in a motel like that. He's my employee and we're friends," she explains, slowly undressing.

"It's okay. It annoys me, but I can't do anything about it.", I just reply and move away from her.

"May I - wear this sweater?" she asks shyly while two of her tiny fingers pull on the expensive fabric and she looks at me with big ones.

I nod wordlessly, set Harry down on the floor and then pull the fabric off my body before handing it to my wife.

I force myself into some loose shirt before settling comfortably on the bed with Harry.

"Surely you all want to be alone," I hear Blake's voice say to Sophia and luckily this boy isn't stupid.

The kids are both in bed and it's actually the perfect opportunity, but Sophia would never do it because she knows she can't keep calm and the guest might hear something.

I down my second glass of whiskey just like that while I'm bored looking for a movie.

"Oh no, have a beer and sit down with us." Sophia says stubbornly and I roll my eyes annoyed.

I'd like to freak out at her good nature, but I love her too much for that.

"Maybe tomorrow, I still have to finish a few customer files. Have a nice evening to you.", Blake replies and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Fine, but if you need something, don't be shy, okay?"

When the two arrive in front of the living room, I only raise my hand briefly, seeing no point in a more familiar behavior.

A moment later Sophia joins me, snuggles close to me like everything is fine and while I hate that so many things are still unclear I just can't push her away, she feels too good for that .

"You're not mad anymore, are you?" she asks softly, sliding her lips to my neck, sending goosebumps all over my body.

As if she had pressed a button, all the blood in my upper body immediately rushes into my cock, almost starting to hurt.

I let my hand slide down her buttocks, pull her closer to me, inhaling her wonderful smell.

"I've never been mad. Just annoyed and jealous and I still am," I reply with a sigh, tilting my head back to give her more leeway.

Her hand first caresses my cheek before it slowly wanders down my upper body and shortly thereafter arrives between my legs.

Just as she is about to slip under my boxers, I grab her wrist and look at her with a sigh.

"We can't just ignore everything and keep fucking everything in the world, darling," I say seriously, stroking her cheek.

"We've already sorted everything out, I thought. What's on your mind?" she asks softly and looks at me worried.

"I don't know either..." I mumble drunkenly as her hand slips under my boxer shorts and her fingers close around my hard erection.

"We have to be quiet," she whispers to me as she gets up, totally relaxed, and settles into my lap; her hand still occupied with my sex.

My head is suddenly totally blank and all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck my wife.

I will never understand their effect on me.

The way just a touch, a sound from her, can make me completely willing will forever remain a mystery to me.

She strips my genitals from the fabric of my boxers before wetting her fingers and then begins massaging my genitals again.

My stomach is already clenching and my erection aches with pleasure as my wife rubs her sex against mine.

"Sophia..." I hiss tensely, I can hardly pull myself together.

Lust throws a black curtain over my eyes every time and all I see is Sophia.

It's like my whole body is craving just for her and I still don't know whether to love or despise that reaction.

My wife rises slightly, pulls her panties aside, and then very slowly, as if she is doing it on purpose to torment me, lowers herself onto my erection.

I immediately throw my head back and moan loudly, but immediately have Sophia's hand on my mouth.

"Do I feel good, Daddy?" she whispers in my ear, whimpering softly, only provoking me even more.

"So good kitten.." I growl, "So good".

She joins our lips, swallowing my moans as her hips move against mine in a perfect, steady rhythm.

When I try to accommodate her movements, she pulls away from me and shakes her head, moaning softly.

"You're not doing anything, okay? This is just for you.", she whispers and I nod tensely.

So, sighing, I lean back again, enjoying the way my wife spoils me and just can't hold back the groaning deep in my throat.

"Quietly, Daddy..." my little kitten reminds me, apparently having no idea what she's doing to me.

"I'll be right there..." I growl sternly and look at her.

When I feel her tense up, it's like the orgasm is literally beating me up.

Swallowing and half sobbing, I throw my head back and just as I start to moan, Sophia's hand slides over my mouth.

With goosebumps all over my body, I brush her tangled hair out of her face, but I almost wince when a voice sounds behind me.

"Sophia your - oh. I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt...", the blue-eyed young man mumbles and by the way my wife's cheeks are turning red I can tell how uncomfortable the situation is for them both.

To provoke it a little more, I start to gyrate my hips, knowing that her orgasm isn't quite over yet.

Immediately she claws her fingers into my upper body and I look at her with a malicious grin.

"Just lay it down on the table, Blake. Thanks," she says tensely, closing her eyes briefly before giving me a stern look.

"That's just mean!" she hisses softly and without really paying attention to what she said, I continue to tease her, undeterred sliding my thumb to her clit and start massaging her.

Writhing in her convulsions, she clutches my arms and moans softly.