a fierce kiss on my lips while our babies looked on, I knew this was forever. Forever was now. Unlike the sandcastle, our love would last beyond a lifetime.
*
Jaime
Between our crazy work schedules, the babies, and the completion of our Malibu house, it had been a while since Mr. Creativity had done something truly outrageous with Gloria. In fact, the last time had been in Paris when I fucked her on the Grande Roue. It was fucking amazing. I’d set her off just as the Eiffel Tower burst into a fireworks display of sparkling lights.
Tonight for our anniversary, I had something equally spectacular planned. All day she’d been bugging me about what I had in mind, but I was good at keeping secrets. It was all part of my plan.
“You promised never to keep a secret from me,” she purred over our romantic candlelit dinner at the oceanfront Hotel Casa del Mar in Santa Monica. Their seafood restaurant, Catch, was one of our favorites, and we were given a table with a picturesque view of both the Pacific and the lit up pier.
“You’ll find out soon.” I fed her another oyster and watched as she sensuously savored it. Oysters, like strawberries, were a natural aphrodisiac. Bearing an uncanny resemblance to female reproductive organs, the raw mollusks contained amino acids that increased libido. I was horny as hell and couldn’t wait for our next activity.
“Fine.” Squirming, she screwed up her face. I knew she was all hot and bothered.
She licked her upper lip and reciprocated, dangling the oyster above my mouth. The tease! I clamped my lips around it, and as I sucked on the tender meat, my eyes stayed riveted on her. She looked positively stunning. Her shimmering mane of hair was loose the way I preferred it, and she was wearing a chic little black dress, accessorized only by the dangling diamond heart earrings I’d given her on Valentine’s Day and a matching pendant necklace I’d surprised her with on Mother’s Day. It hit her just above her breathtaking cleavage. The sparkling, flawless heart-shaped diamond that dangled from the platinum chain weighed a little over nine carats—signifying the combined weight of newborn Paulette and Payton. It cost a fucking fortune, but was worth every penny. I loved spending money on Gloria. And our children.
We ordered dessert. A flourless, rich chocolate pastry that would arouse her further. After taking care of the check, I escorted her to the entrance of the hotel.
“Why aren’t you asking the valet to bring your car?” she asked as we stepped outside.
“Because we’re going for a walk, my angel.” On my next breath, I reached inside my breast pocket and pulled out a lace mask. Before she could say another word, I slipped it over her eyes.
“What are you doing, you crazy man?”
I snickered silently. Too bad, she couldn’t see the smirk on my face. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m blindfolding you. Now, don’t take it off or you’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Fine.” She pivoted on her stilettos and scrunched up her nose. She was fucking adorable when she did that. I was loving every minute.
Taking her by the arm, I led her away.
“Where are we going?” she asked, walking stealthily in her stilettos and clinging to me.
“For a ride.”
“You’re not taking me to the Santa Monica Pier, are you?”
“No, something way more fun.” But when I thought about it, getting a blowjob on the amusement park’s wicked rollercoaster could be pretty mind-blowing. Mental note: next year.
Crashing waves sounded in my ears as we headed toward the beach. To my surprise, Gloria was cooperating with the mask. She secretly liked all the kinky things I did to her. If she didn’t behave, I was prepared. A pair of handcuffs was sitting in another pocket.
“Take off your shoes,” I ordered as we were about to step onto the sand.
She reluctantly kicked them off. “We’re going for a walk on the beach?”
“A very short one.” I bent down to pick up
*
Jaime
Between our crazy work schedules, the babies, and the completion of our Malibu house, it had been a while since Mr. Creativity had done something truly outrageous with Gloria. In fact, the last time had been in Paris when I fucked her on the Grande Roue. It was fucking amazing. I’d set her off just as the Eiffel Tower burst into a fireworks display of sparkling lights.
Tonight for our anniversary, I had something equally spectacular planned. All day she’d been bugging me about what I had in mind, but I was good at keeping secrets. It was all part of my plan.
“You promised never to keep a secret from me,” she purred over our romantic candlelit dinner at the oceanfront Hotel Casa del Mar in Santa Monica. Their seafood restaurant, Catch, was one of our favorites, and we were given a table with a picturesque view of both the Pacific and the lit up pier.
“You’ll find out soon.” I fed her another oyster and watched as she sensuously savored it. Oysters, like strawberries, were a natural aphrodisiac. Bearing an uncanny resemblance to female reproductive organs, the raw mollusks contained amino acids that increased libido. I was horny as hell and couldn’t wait for our next activity.
“Fine.” Squirming, she screwed up her face. I knew she was all hot and bothered.
She licked her upper lip and reciprocated, dangling the oyster above my mouth. The tease! I clamped my lips around it, and as I sucked on the tender meat, my eyes stayed riveted on her. She looked positively stunning. Her shimmering mane of hair was loose the way I preferred it, and she was wearing a chic little black dress, accessorized only by the dangling diamond heart earrings I’d given her on Valentine’s Day and a matching pendant necklace I’d surprised her with on Mother’s Day. It hit her just above her breathtaking cleavage. The sparkling, flawless heart-shaped diamond that dangled from the platinum chain weighed a little over nine carats—signifying the combined weight of newborn Paulette and Payton. It cost a fucking fortune, but was worth every penny. I loved spending money on Gloria. And our children.
We ordered dessert. A flourless, rich chocolate pastry that would arouse her further. After taking care of the check, I escorted her to the entrance of the hotel.
“Why aren’t you asking the valet to bring your car?” she asked as we stepped outside.
“Because we’re going for a walk, my angel.” On my next breath, I reached inside my breast pocket and pulled out a lace mask. Before she could say another word, I slipped it over her eyes.
“What are you doing, you crazy man?”
I snickered silently. Too bad, she couldn’t see the smirk on my face. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m blindfolding you. Now, don’t take it off or you’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Fine.” She pivoted on her stilettos and scrunched up her nose. She was fucking adorable when she did that. I was loving every minute.
Taking her by the arm, I led her away.
“Where are we going?” she asked, walking stealthily in her stilettos and clinging to me.
“For a ride.”
“You’re not taking me to the Santa Monica Pier, are you?”
“No, something way more fun.” But when I thought about it, getting a blowjob on the amusement park’s wicked rollercoaster could be pretty mind-blowing. Mental note: next year.
Crashing waves sounded in my ears as we headed toward the beach. To my surprise, Gloria was cooperating with the mask. She secretly liked all the kinky things I did to her. If she didn’t behave, I was prepared. A pair of handcuffs was sitting in another pocket.
“Take off your shoes,” I ordered as we were about to step onto the sand.
She reluctantly kicked them off. “We’re going for a walk on the beach?”
“A very short one.” I bent down to pick up
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