Chapter Fifty-Five (1/2)

Chapter Fifty-Five

When it was time to leave for the weekend I almost wanted to cancel. Leaving them was harder than I thought it would be. Monica and Rochelle were the ones to push me to go; they told me I needed to have some damn fun and take care of my man, too.

Chase and I hadn't had sex in four and a half months; which was pretty much a year to us. This was the longest we have ever gone without sex and I did miss it. We didn't shower together everyday anymore, we slept with our clothes on and the girls and my doctor all assured me that it was completely normal for your sex drive to drop after children. Their advice was just to not let it stay there.

We were going to be gone Friday until Sunday night and I had to make sure to prepare for that and I also knew what it felt like when the pressure built up when I wasn't feeding enough. That part freaked me out because my body wasn't the same. All the energy I had left went to exercise so my stomach wasn't the problem; really my breasts were the only problem that I had and that after pushing children out sex wouldn't be as enjoyable for him.

My fears stayed with me and took over as soon as we got to the hotel.

”Relax.” He rubbed my shoulders and I sighed; that felt so good. He was great about still rubbing my feet or massaging my back and shoulders. Just because I wasn't pregnant anymore didn't mean he stopped how caring he had been; it was who he was.

”Trying.” He's known for weeks that I was pretty scared for this weekend.

”Try harder.” He kissed my neck and I wished that it calmed me down but it just reminded me of what we would be doing later today. Rochelle and Monica fully admitted it could be awkward but when you have a great man; he's there and will support you.

”What if I start, you know; without the twins they're swollen.” Three hours away from them was a lot. They filled and were sore.

”You're not the only one searching the web and looking into how different things can be. You're my wife and I understand. These aren't only mine anymore and you decide when they are. Seeing you with them, feeding them; it makes me happy because I know how badly you wanted to do it. And yes; I'm curious too.” The curiosity; Scott was curious and Rochelle let him do it. Monica even admitted that when there was time away; Riley has.

We were open people but seeing them sexually was hard.

”I'm trying.” He shook his head and hugged me.

”You're resisting. Brylee; I've done so much shit to you, pushed you and hell; forced you to suck my dick under my desk at work with your fucking brother standing in front of me. You think that your breasts being different is going to stop me? You think that because you had two kids that I'm not going to enjoy sex? There is nothing that can stop me from enjoying your body.” He was sincere and I did believe that.

”Okay.” He took a couple deep breaths with me.

”We're okay. We're prepared for things to be weird; but I will love you no matter if you like spray me with them. Because I guess it's happened.” My eyes widened; I had read that too and it was a huge fear.

”Why.” I groaned and he chuckled.

”Can you think of a please I haven't came on your body? Why does it need to be so different? It's all natural.” He palmed them from behind and they were sore but it wasn't uncomfortable.

”You're right.” He was open before and that hasn't changed. We're still the same people.

”Plus; I brought a surprise I wanted to try out,” He whispered in my ear and used my hips to pull me back against him. ”You're hips are even sexier now.” His breath was against my neck and I tilted my head to the opposite side for him.

”Oh yeah? Well I brought you a surprise too.” Some things that he's never seen before. Motherhood now included breastfeeding bras and pads to keep things dry. He's seen my breasts multiple times a day for three months now, but he was right; they were Maria and Marcus.

Except tonight and this weekend they would be his and not enclosed in unsexy cotton traps. This weekend was for lace, skimpy and sexy. I couldn't believe that's it's been a year since we got married; time has flown by so quick. A year ago we were thinking of starting a family and now we have two perfect three month olds.

A year ago I cried as I remembered my parents and I bonded more with my new parents. And now I have framed pictures of my parents hanging above our fireplace. Everything has changed in a year; even our love has.

My heart wants to burst everyday because after we were married, how he treated me on that cruise, how he went from rough to gentle, dominate to my partner, from my husband to a father; it's been a year of ups and an occasional down. We've made a great life together already in a single year of marriage and I can't wait to see what's next.

I wondered how we would be on our next anniversary and what new ways I could find to fall even deeper in love with him.

”What's my surprise?” I asked him and he wiggled his brows.

”I'll show you mine if you show me yours.” And this is precisely why I wore a dress and my heels he loved so much. My fingers gripped the zipper of my dress and I was able to plan the exact reveal of my body for him. My breasts came into view and this time they were enclosed by see through lace. My ni pples were hard and as I went lower and revealed the lower region of my stomach he looked ready to pant.

He and his eyes were like a hungry dog and i was the only thing that could satisfy that hunger and thirst.

”Keep going baby.” His eyes were entranced as the top of my underwear peeked through.

”No touching.” He groaned and bit his lip as I fully undid the zipper. My dress hung off my shoulders as I exposed myself to him. The top had lining and the lace continued down onto the top of my ribs. My panties could be untied on either side and he realized now that I wasn't just wearing leggings under my dress.

Anything to that man that went over your legs was leggings; tights, nylons, anything.

The Garter connected to a band around my waist and it wasn't to hide my stripes on my tummy; I earned those and he loved them; that was why he had to explore to uncover.

”If you stood there and played with your breats, I'm pretty sure I could come right now.” His eyes weren't sure where to look and that boosted my confidence; he was nearly drooling.

”What do you want to do first?” My fingers trailed along my hip and up my stomcah. His eyes watched as I ran them over the top of my breats; like an animal chasing a light or bone. I'd be his toy to bite and nibble if he could keep himself together long enough to do it.

”Suck those fucking brea sts. Is that a push up bra?” He asked and I shook my head. He clearly looked up and mouthed 'yes' before returning them to me. It was nearly impossible not to laugh at his reaction but it was flattering. Without touching me he's made my worry drop. He makes me feel sexy and desired; like he could spent a week in bed with me and still be coming back for more; which was an offer he would take.

His words made me a little nervous. What if he did and was grossed out?

After pumping I tried a taste and it's sweet and an odd taste. Not bad, but I guess the sweetness does attract a baby to eat; and now a husband. Was that weird? In my head I could practically hear Rochelle and Monica screaming 'No!'

Well if he liked it then I had an upper hand. He liked to be in control but I got a taste for it when I was pregnant especially. Not that he needed forcing, but I could make him go down on me for a fucking hour before letting him have another taste of my bre asts.

”You like?” I asked as I let my dress drop and I turned for him to see my ass. When I made a full circle he was biting the knuckle of his pointer finger like he wanted to bite something else.

”I am a fucking lucky man.” He groaned when I swatted his hand away.

”Yes you are; I spend an hour picking the perfect outfit for you. See, there are perks of getting married.” Lingerie was part of our dating life but I would make sure to make it a bigger part of our married life. If I was horny, something like this was going on. He would love and desire me the same if he was taking off a cotton feeding bra and cotton boyshort underwear. But I wanted to feel sexy and at time racey; I don't when I was feeding a baby or changing diapers or playing with them; obviously. When it was our time I wanted to feel like this.

”Thank you.” He better thank me, damn it.

”Now where is mine?” Because his co ck would be a gift enough. He grabbed a blindfold and I wordlessly let him cover my eyes. He put his hands innocently on my hips and walked me back to sit on the bed.

”Something new.” Was all he told me. It took him maybe fifteen minutes and a lot of cursing to do something and I waited patiently. Had he not had this reaction to my stripping; I would probably be sitting here uncomfortably.

”Chase.” I complained. He's already turned the heat up but I had goosebumps still that were only half from a chill.

”Okay.” He came over, took my hand and helped me up. When he pulled off the blindfold he did it from behind and wrapped his arms around me. Now I know why he got such a large hotel room; a suite actually complete with living room.

There was a contraption in front of us that I recognized as a sex swing.

”I figured if you were afraid it would be weird; we could make it really weird,” That was actually a sweeter explanation than I thought I would get ”Plus, I want to know what it's like to fuck you on this.” We weren't on the making love term tonight; no tonight it would be me or him getting fucked and it was going to be glorious.

There was a paper with positions to try and there were some I instantly gravitated to.

”I'm excited,” Something new, something we've never done before. ”But I have a couple more little surprises.” He watched me bend over so I made sure to give him something to watch.

”More treats? Hopefully ones I can use on you.” He got a smile from me.

”Now close your eyes.” He only needed to for a few seconds before he opened them and I held a video camera in one hand and a camera in the other.

”What?” His fingers drummed in excitement and he now had me and two other places to look; he wasn't sure where to.

”For you to use.” Chase took them both and he took a photo of me first, he posed me on the bed, on the swing, on my knees.

”Now sit that sweet, juicy ass down.” He forcefully sat me down on it and spread my legs. He set the video camera up and I heard it beep to record. He kneeled in front of me and my legs trembled.

”Didn't you say you wanted my bre ats?” He untied the sides and looked like a kid unwrapping a Christmas present.

”You must have lost your mind if you think I'd go straight for them, no matter how fucking badly I want to.” He eyed them again and I gripped onto the straps. He dropped his head and his tongue was the first thing of his in my pu ssy, he swirled it and stimulated those nerves.

”No mercy.” He shook his head. The swing was absolutely awkward at first until I relaxed a little bit. This was being filmed. I leaned back and screeched thinking I was going to fall. His chuckled could be heard and I looked right into the camera for him, for later.

He ate me so god damn good and I forgot there was a camera on me. No matter how much I begged him to, he wouldn't slide those fingers in me.

”I'm trying to decide to fuck you from behind on this or taste those tits.” Two good choices.

”Well they're hurting a little already; if you want to help me with that then I don't need to stop this to pump.” The pressure would be unbearable soon.

”Bed.” His command was felt. He didn't tell me how he wanted me so I sat as he moved the camera to film this too. This was my choice, my idea; I could do this.

He didn't go straight for them. He kissed my neck, my chest and seduced me into it. When that came off I closed my eyes and waited for him to no longer find them attractive.

”Let me see your eyes.” His thumb ran over a nipple and my body was ready for what he was going to do. Me, not so ready.

”I'm sorry.” He put a finger over my lips.

”No being sorry. You're sexy in lingerie, sexy naked and sexy in your mom bras and sweats. Your personality arouses me, your love is enchanting, your mind is orgasmic. You are sexy and your body is a part of that.” He dipped his head and I wanted to close my eyes.

”Okay.” This was going to be a disaster and one that was caught on camera.

”Don't you fucking dare look away from me, Brylee Rodriquez. Close your eyes again and the next thing I do to you in that swing won't involve my dick. But by all means; if you want a bruised ass keep it up.” My jaw dropped; didn't he know how hard this was for me?

Of course he did; god damn it, that was why he said it.

His tongue ran over my other one next.

”Yes, Sir.” My tone as a bit sarcastic, but he took it.