Page 91 of Man Vs. Woman
Colt
Here we are,baby. It’s been two years since we last spoke, and wow, you’ve missed out on a lot. But that’s ok, I’ll recap.
First off, Serena says I can only call her ‘baby’. So I guess we need to stop. But I’m hoping you understand…because I love her, you know?
Second, I want you to know that I love reliving our story and sharing it with the world. Next to our GymSpaSium, it’s one of the only accomplishments I’m truly proud of and I like to boast about it whenever I can.
So, remember the woman at the beginning? No, not the unnamed gym rat, but the blonde that made me cum all over the senior citizens in the pool? Yeah, well, she’s my wife. Quite the romance, am I right? Who would’ve thought I could clean my act up after a cum-show like that and make her fall in love with me?
But she did, and I fell hard too. Not to brag or anything, but Serena and I’s love story puts all others to shame.Cinderella,Prince Harry and Meghan, yeah, they have nothing on us.
And, I’m including the weddings as well. You should’ve been at ours; damn, it was something else. Malcolm spoiled us and lent us one of his villas in Italy. The wine was spectacular, the scenery was breathtaking—and Serena was a fairytale come true. I’m talking knees trembling, palm sweating, jaw-droppingly gorgeous. I’m not an emotional guy, but as she walked down the aisle, something definitely got in my eye. I stood there dumbfounded when she approached me in her long, white gown, decorated with plush roses and delicate diamonds. Most of which I custom designed myself.
Oh, and our honeymoon. Did ya think we had a lot of sex back then? Hah, that’s nothing in comparison to what we did for seven days on the yacht. We rocked that ten-million-dollar boat up and down the French Rivera coastline. With Serena in nothing more than a bikini the whole time, I couldn’t help myself. It was pure torture; the best kind of torture.
I’ll blame her thong bikini on why there’s a little girl crawling on the ground towards me right now. Is it always her fault, isn’t it?
“Good morning, doll,” I slide off the couch and crawl towards my whole world, my little blue-eyed baby girl, Mia. She’s the spitting image of her mother, luckily. She fusses, and her pacifier falls out of her mouth. I swoop her up in my arms and snuggle her cheek, tickling her chunky belly. She giggles and my heart swoons.
I am a sucker for my baby girl. Since the moment she came into this world, my life has a whole new meaning and purpose. She is my everything. And, so is her momma.
You know how they call daughters, daddy’s little girl? That’s Mia, and she had me wrapped around her tiny finger the moment the nurse laid her in my arms. I would gladly give up heaven and earth for her. And, don’t get me started on her dating. Taylor, the fucker, always brings that up and I swear, I’ve almost clocked him in the face a few times. My daughter will be locked away in a tower until she’s 35. If I know anything about men, which I do, no man will ever be good enough for her.
“Coffee?” Serena appears from the hallway, glowing in a tight white dress. Remember that body? It’s only getting better with time, like a fine wine I get to indulge in every day. And her new role as mother has done wonders to her figure. It’s a surprise there’s not another nugget growing in her right now.
Since we last spoke, my desire and love for Serena hasn’t changed. If anything, it’s fucking intensified. Amazing, right? As her husband—I love saying that—I devote all my energy to her; I vowed to love and cherish her, covet her unconditionally, and consummate our marriage as often has humanly possible. We’ve had to adapt to Mia’s sleeping schedule, but that doesn’t deter us. Truth be told, it makes it more fun. We’ve found a lot of new crevices and corners in our apartment, ones that are strictly soundproof. Like I said, it’s amazing that Mia’s sibling hasn’t been conceived yet.
But I’m not the only one idolizing my Goddess; Serena has become a bigger celebrity than the Queen herself. Sure, they find me irresistible (who doesn’t?) but it’s her that the mommy blogs, gossip mags, and lifestyle shows are obsessed with. I can’t blame them, I am too.
“Please, baby,” I drink her silhouette in, scrolling up and down her body. I really am a greedy bastard when it comes to her; I can’t get enough. But she loves to tease me too. She shimmies her ass, scooting behind the counter, and I wink at her, putting Mia down on her playmat so I can go and grab a hand full of her momma’s ass.
“Thank you, Momma,” I whisper in Serena’s ear and catch her waist from behind, grinding my dick against her tight, plump cheeks.
“My pleasure,” she purrs and pushes back.
A soft moan releases from me and I walk away, needing to steady myself in front of my daughter. It’s healthy for her to see loving parents though, right? That’s what the baby books recommend. Yes, I do read baby books. Surprised?
Even after two years, I still can’t keep my hands off her. I always thought marriage stifled you, locked your dick up in a chastity belt, and whipped you into submission. But not with Serena. I don’t know how it is in real life, but in my reality, my past assumptions are the farthest thing from the truth. I’ve never felt more alive as a husband and a father. It’s fucking crazy, right? I criticized monogamy and being with one person…for the rest of your life. I never knew how Dominic and Malcolm did it. But once I said I do, well, really when I said I love you, that’s when my life truly began.
As long as I’ve known my boys, we’ve lived our life full-force with no woman stopping us. However, since we’ve taken on our different roles, we’ve started living more fulfilling and promising lives. We’ve found our person and we’ve become better men for it. Look at us, we’re growing up, baby!
I lean against the counter and watch Serena grind the coffee beans. I could watch this woman all day, even when she’s doing the most menial tasks or when she’s on the Stairmaster. No, especially when she’s on the Stairmaster. Ah, that’s where it all began. In all seriousness though, she makes me a better man. She challenges me every day to be my best, whether it’s at our GymSpaNasium, on the floor playing with Mia, or in the laundry room between her legs.
Speaking of the GymSpaSium, I should give you a quick update. I mean, for the majority of our story we were fighting to make this dream a reality. It’s only fitting that I keep you abreast on everything. After two long, hard years, I can’t rave more about our success. We were rated the number one Spa and Gym this year inThe New York ChronicleandHealth and Well-Beingmagazine. I can’t even count how many times we’ve been mentioned, highlighted, and/or interviewed in the press and not just regarding our business but our story too. It’s been a whirlwind. And each time, we’ve a huge party to celebrate. It’s a fucking riot and I am obsessed with it!
Although, despite the glitz and glam, I admit, it hasn’t been easy. We’ve worked our asses off and have spent more than a few over-night stays at the GymSpaSium, sometimes with our Mia in tow. We employed Dominic and Daphne to help with some of our legal and licensing issues and even had to put them on the floor on some occasions. There have been some high high’s and really low low’s, but it’s all been worth it. I’ve opened gyms before and I’ve made a killing doing it, but nothing feels better than to wake up to your wife, who is also your business partner and the love of your life, go to work with her and see a satisfied smile on her face when you kiss her goodnight.
Before I send you off for good though, I can’t forget about our dear ol’ friend, Taylor. Him and Ashley are so damn strange; I can tell they’re obsessed with each other yet fail to follow through with anything. If I was Taylor, I’d pounce on that before someone else does. A woman like Ashley doesn’t stay on the market for long; hell, I’m lucky I got Serena when I did.
What about Daphne and Dominic? Yeah, Tara is chronicling them as we speak. Every day she puts in a chapter about their strange competition where they’re trying to buy each other’s place but falling in love at the same time. Will they finally be honest with themselves or they gonna dance around forever?
You’re gonna have to read to find out.
Oh, and don’t forget to the read how this all started with Malcolm being the first struck by cupid’s arrow. Or should we chalk it all up to Clarendon Tower? It must be in the air here. Because of them, I let Tara write about us. And, always keep a look out for more happenings at Clarendon Tower. There are new neighbors that we’ve become close to in the past year or so and I know you’ll eat them up. I think Austin and Tess’s little spat might actually be the next book. You remember? The people who run furniture lines? Because they went through some shit too. Not that I know anything. It might just be a hint.
Not in a million years would I have thought I’d be a part of a happily ever after crew, but here I am, and it’s all thanks to Serena.
She hands me a fresh cup of coffee and I sip on it, needing the caffeine for our busy day ahead.
