Scarlet's Chapter

"Oh, they're so cute! I could just pinch their little cheeks all day!" My wife coos over the picture of two young children on a handmade swingset, displayed on Henry's watch. I've already filled him in on Amanda's situation, and he's agreed to help out where he can, so we're enjoying catching up at the Free Ride... Or whatever it's called nowadays.

"I've already popped out three, I'm not doing more, Moon." I remind her. Here's a fun fact about labour: it sucks. You ever been in agony for 7 hours and then shat in front of a doctor? No? Wouldn't recommend it. No matter how much Elise bats those gorgeous eyelids at me.

Gabe laughs, taking his husband's hand, removing the display of the picture. "I guess that part's less of a concern for us." He admits. "But two years of not sleeping definitely was enough to convince us Teddy and Nicki were as many as we could handle." He adds, before finishing his drink.

"Speaking of." Henry declares, emptying his bottle as well. "Babysitter's only meant to be on duty until 9, but it was nice catching up, see you next week?" He asks, both of them standing. We join them and offer out hugs before they make their leave, and I promise to tell Trish she still owes Henry for poker night.

That leaves just the two of us... By two, I mean one. Where has Elise gone? I spin my head around the bar until I see her behind a slightly ajar door that leads up to our old flat, the one Sienna now occupies... But she's out this evening... Oh Elise, you cheeky minx. I hurriedly follow her and close the door behind me. We both almost trip on the stairs as we excitedly climb and enter... The living room. It might seem anticlimactic, but for us this is the most special room. It's where I proposed.

"I thought you'd leave me hanging." Elise smiles, taking my hand and pulling me in close. I respond with action rather than words. Twenty years I've been kissing these lips, and not once has it ever gotten boring. I can't tell you the exact order of events that led to us being in our underwear on Sienna's bed, but... Oh fuck it, I'll apologise to her later.

Elise and I take turns rolling on top of the other, kissing various parts of our faces, chests, and stomachs... We can't help but giggle each time we get control. Elise prefers to kiss along my freckles, but for me, there's no better spot than the faint line along the side of her torso, an old scar that draws attention to how perfect her skin is. My special Moon. My wife decides we've fooled around enough and unclasps her bra, throwing it to the floor. I'm drawn like a magnet to her nipples, tenderly licking and sucking them in the way I know drives her crazy.

Without a word, I feel her pulling off her knickers as an open invitation to do what I do best. I clamber down, placing her knees over my shoulders and suckling on her lips gently to tease her opening. When I can tell she's ready to explode, I finally run my tongue up her cunt and suck on her clit. The hands on the back of my head and thighs tightening around my face tell me I've hit the target, and Elise's moans in French assure me that's the case.

She roughly pulls me up to kiss her, like we can't breathe if it's not from each other's lungs. I feel my bra get unclasped, and I can tell Elise is intent on repaying me with her own special skills. Quickly following my bra, she nearly tears off my pants, I have to swiftly remove them to assure I'm not going home commando. With that out of the way, Elise sets to work... That's the thing about musicians, they have magical fingers.

As the first enters me, I gasp, the gentle motion stirring my insides is like a soothing bath, I can't help but feel at ease with Elise inside me. The addition of the second tells me that my wife is building things up, letting me know that I'm about to experience heaven. By the time the third enters me... No thoughts remain. Only feelings. The pleasure, the tenderness, the love. They all run round my body at a million miles an hour as my body orgasms in a way I never thought possible in my younger days.

We lie back on the bed, both out of breath, gasping for more. "I'm just saying, if you want more, you carry them." I giggle, referring to our earlier conversation.

Elise laughs alongside me. "No, no, I think we've got enough." She reassures me. "I did think you were very sexy when you were pregnant, though." She adds, flirtatiously. "Maybe I should feed you more so I can get you as fat as you were with three babies inside." She continues with a joking wink.

I snort at the assertion. "What do you mean? I feel like I never lost that baby weight, I definitely don't have the figure I used to." I sigh. I wouldn't describe myself as overweight, but the mum bod is a real phenomenon, and I don't have the time or will to get rid of it.

"Hey!" Elise snaps, reaching out and turning my face to hers, which harbours an irritated expression. "Don't you dare talk about the love of my life like that! You're as perfect today as the day I met you in class." She insists before kissing me again. I know better than to argue. Truth is, I know that she knows me better than I know myself, so I can't win. I pull her closer to me, feeling her warmth against me.

"I can't believe it's been two decades since we moved in here." I smile, running my hand through Elise's hair, before looking into her eyes. "Here's to the next two decades." I grin.

Her eyes glisten as she smiles. "And all the decades after that." She decides, giving me one more kiss.

Just another evening with the girl of my dreams.