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The sound of the Maserati, pulling into the circular drive of the Flannigan’s newly built mansion on the outskirts of Ashby, had Mrs. Flannigan peering out her second-floor bedroom window. She watched as her husband, Josh got out of the new car he was given by their daughters and their men. He’d changed so much in the last year, she barely recognized the fit man who was wearing a two-thousand-dollar suit.
The suit was no gift, he’d purchased that on his own. With the student debt out of his hair and time to spend doing some much-needed things with his wife, the man was living the dream. He’d joined a gym at the prompting of Ethan and Phoenix. He was in the best shape of his life. And the visits to the salon had his hair and skin looking exemplary. His wife, Beth had started calling him, her James Bond.
Mrs. Flannigan had made a major transformation as well. Her auburn hair had been returned to what it once was, only a bit better, if you asked her husband of thirty years. She’d went to a nutritionist when Cait became pregnant and wanted to go to one to find out how to eat optimally for the baby. When she’d accompanied her daughter to the visit, she found herself intrigued by what the nutritionist had to tell them.
With a new way of eating and a new attitude on life in general, the couple, who’d been a bit too involved with their children and not nearly enough with one another, suddenly found themselves full of energy. They found things that interested them they had never thought about before.
Beth watched her husband as he glided up to the front door. A smile moved across her face, involuntarily. The couple had found a lot out about themselves as money moved more freely as the business boomed.
Phoenix and Ethan had joined their partnership, making it into a full-fledged company that had allowed them to open three more bars in the last year and five more were scheduled to open in the coming year. There would soon be Flannigan’s Pub and Grill restaurants up and down the Eastern coast. And one in Corpus Christi, Texas where Phoenix still had his beach house. Money was pouring in, and things felt right.
Scott was accepted at MIT, and they allowed him to move into the dorms, a first for the parents of four. They’d begun to see themselves as a couple rather than merely parents. A couple who absolutely adored one another.
Beth had forgotten how smitten she’d been with Josh when they met in Dublin, Ireland at a street fair. With the kids gone and time on their hands, they’d rekindled the flame that had begun when they were young, and things seemed to heat up all over their new mansion.
Josh found his wife, waiting in their bedroom. A place where they spent a lot of their time. “I see you were looking out the window and saw me come in, yet your clothes are still on. What gives, toots?” he said with a crooked smile.
“I was waiting to see if you were in the mood, Big Daddy,” she said as she got up out of the lounge chair that was strategically placed by the window that overlooked the entrance.
Taking his jacket off, Josh laid it over the back of a chair and made his way to his wife who was wearing a robe and nothing more. Just as he’d instructed her to when he’d ran to the bank to do a bit of business before the day got started.
He kicked off his shoes and expertly pulled his black socks off, using his feet to do the chore. Then he slowly unbuttoned the white dress shirt he’d worn under the suit jacket. That was Beth’s favorite part. Watching him unveil the fantastic body he’d built.
“Slower,” she cooed at him as she took his fine physique in. “Damn it, Josh! You keep getting better and better with age. Like a fine wine.”
“It’s not the age that’s doin’ it, love. It’s the workouts. But I’m glad you like it.” He tossed the shirt away and took off his slacks. In one fell swoop, he moved across the room to get to her. His boxers and the robe was all that was left between them.
The telephone rang, and Beth looked at it. Josh’s hand caught her face and pulled it to look at him. “Who over that is will wait. You’re mine right now. Now turn around and let me take that robe off you. I want you on your hands and knees on that bed.”
Beth couldn’t help but smile as she turned around and he pulled the robe off her. The phone kept ringing, and they kept ignoring it. Inch by inch, Josh kissed his wife. First her shoulder then all the way down her back, then he picked her up and placed her on the bed.
She looked over her shoulder at him and whispered, “Take me, Master.”
A swift slap met her ass, and a growl came from Josh as he dropped his boxers and took his hard dick into his hand. “You ready, Slave?”
Beth’s body was already hot and ready. “For you, I’m always ready. Show me who I belong to.”
Another slap on her ass heated it and she was dripping wet with a need for her husband. He toyed with her for a moment, playing with her clit as he ran his hand around her. She moaned, and he slapped her ass again. “Bad girl.”
“I’ve been very bad. I think I need you to punish me, Big Daddy.” She said with a saucy tone to her voice.
“And what kinds of bad things has my slave done to be punished for?” he asked her as he gripped her waist and pulled her back, so the head of his cock was at the edge of her vagina, making her ache to have it inside of her.
“I’ve lusted after another man, Master,” came her response.
He slammed into her. “This is the only cock you get, Slave. Who have you lusted over?” He smacked her ass and gave her another hard thrust, making her breathe out with a loud gasp.
“This morning the weatherman was talking about rains in New York and winds in Delaware. And he kept brushing his cock when he clicked the thing in his hand. It made me want to know what his cock would feel like inside of me,” she said, to provoke his jealousy.
Josh rammed into her as he held her waist tight in his hands. “Mine is the only cock you will ever feel.”
His was the only one she’d ever had. She was a virgin when she married the man she’d been with for over thirty years. Beth wondered if the ten years that had gone by with them having no sex at all had actually helped them to have the sex life they’d found again. The truth was, she didn’t care what had made them find one another again, she was just damn glad they had.
“Only you, Master. Only you!” she squealed as he banged into her with a force she marveled at.
“Damn right, only me!” Josh kept it going then reached around her to play with her clit as the climax was beginning in him. “You get ready to cum on my command, Slave. I want your pussy to cum all over my cock.”
