Epilogue: Two Years Later

Two years had passed, and life had settled into a warm, strangely peaceful rhythm.

Lena stood in the garage they’d turned into her little art studio, wearing nothing but an old paint-splattered apron. She was finally painting again — a soft landscape glowing under the afternoon light. Her brush moved in slow, careful strokes across the canvas.

Behind her, Kurt had his cock buried deep in her ass, slowly rocking in and out with long, lazy thrusts. One hand rested gently on her hip while the other occasionally reached around to give her tits a soft squeeze. There was no rush, no **** — just the steady, comforting feeling of her husband inside her while she created.

“Mmm… that feels nice,” Lena murmured, tilting her head back against his shoulder for a moment. “Don’t stop. You’re helping me get the clouds just right.”

Kurt kissed the side of her neck and kept his slow rhythm. “You’re getting really good again. That last one you did is hanging in the living room.”

From inside the house they could hear soft baby sounds. Lena’s younger sister, who had moved in to help, was breastfeeding one of their two little girls in the living room. Both babies had been conceived the night of the wedding gangbang — a fact that still made them laugh every time they thought about it.

Lena smiled, adding another delicate brushstroke to her painting.

“Life’s weird, isn’t it?” she said softly, pushing back against Kurt’s slow thrusts. “Two years ago I was just another free-use girl getting railed in elevators… and now I’m painting while my husband fucks my ass, our babies are inside with my sister, and I’ve never been happier.”

Kurt wrapped both arms around her waist and held her close, still moving gently inside her.

“Yeah,” he whispered against her ear. “I’m happy too.”

Lena turned her head and kissed him softly.

“Best decision I ever made… saying yes to you on that elevator ride.”