Chapter 87
Bonus story 1–Caleb’s blue balls
The other short stories will be a bit longer, but the first one is short.
Caleb
“So…how do I look?” Leah asks. “See anything different? It has only been a two–week recovery, but am I pretty?”
Why is she asking that when the answer is so obviously hell yes?
I’m actually having a hard time stopping myself from drooling on the floor as I watch Leah spin around in her sundress. If our kids weren’t sitting around the kitchen table, I would definitely be kissing her right now. Sadly, Leah has told me to behave around the kids. As teenagers, they think it’s disgusting when we show affection.
If only those little shits knew how hard it is to hold it back when your soulmate has been away for two weeks, they wouldn’t demand it from me. Leah just came back from the hospital. She had a tummy tuck done and even though she didn’t need it, it has definitely done something to her overall aura. She seems more confident in herself, and that’s sexy as hell.
“You look beautiful, Mom, Jessie says. “Ten out of ten.”
Ethan smiles. “I agree with Jessie,” he says before giving her a thumbs up while his twin brother sighs.
“Great, now my friends are going to start calling you the MILF of the block…”
I almost choke on my coffee. “Maddox!”
Maddox looks at me innocently. “What? I’m just being honest, Dad. Mom’s hot now.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose, fighting back a groan. “Maddox, that’s not an appropriate way to talk about your mother.”
Leah, on the other hand, seems more amused than offended by our boy’s crude words. Of course, she does. My girl loves hearing compliments these days and tries to hide a smile as she says, “Thank you for the compliment, sweetie. But maybe we could use different words next time?”
Maddox shrugs. “Sure, whatever.”
I shoot Leah a look that clearly says ‘we need to talk about this later‘ to which she smiles in agreement. And that smile… damn… My head is immediately back in the gutter–my wife has clearly been away from home for too long. To think a simple smile is enough to…shit.
I need a quickie.
Desperately.
“Alright, kids,” I say, clapping my hands together. “Time for school. Go grab your bags and get the hell out of here.”
“Caleb!” Leah exclaims.
“What? They know I’m kidding!”
Leah rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t stay mad at me. She is actually trying not to laugh and almost chokes when Maddox shoots her a strange look. “You okay, Mom?”
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“Yeah, sweetie,” Leah dries a lear on her linger. “Just go to school, okay?”
“Okay…”
After the kids have left the kitchen, I finally allow myself to really look at Leah She’s glowing with confidence, and the dress hugs her curves in all the right places. I step closer to her, my voice low and seductive.
“You look absolutely stunning,” I murumir, my hands itching to much her in inappropriate places. “I can’t wait to get you
alone later.
Leah’s cheeks flush slightly, but her eyes sparkle with mischief. Is that a promise, Mr. Steele?”
“You bet it is. Mrs. Steele,” I growl, leaning in to steal a quick kiss.
“Dad! Gross!” Jessie’s voice calls from the hallway, making us both laugh.
“Yeah?” I shout back. “How do you think you were made?!”
“EEEEWWWT Maddox shouts back. “You two seriously need to get a grip!”
“Or pay for Maddox’s therapy sessions,” Ethan shouts back before saying, “Ouch,” after what sounds like Maddox slapping
him.
“Fuck did you do that for?” Ethan whisper–yells.
For making bad jokes….
“Well, aren’t you an asshole today? And since you’re asking for it. MOM! MADDOX HIT ME!”
Leah sighs. “These kids, I swear…”
“Want me to handle it?”
“No, you need to pack your lunch boxes.”
With that, Leah leaves me alone in the kitchen, and I sigh before looking down South. So much for getting to have a quickie with my
wife before work…
Another sigh. “Why do I have a feeling it’s going to be a long day at the office?”
Famous last words.
Later that same day, I’m shifting uncomfortably in my chair. I want to leave the office so bad since the image of Leah in her sundress keeps flashing through my mind. I’ve had to change boxers four times today, and the ones I’m wearing aren’t that fresh either. I’ve also read the same email three times now and still have no idea what it says.
Maybe I should sneak home?
My phone buzzes, and I grab it eagerly, hoping it’s Leah. It is, and the message makes my mouth go dry.
Leah: The kids are at their after–school activities. I’m home alone. Wearing that sundress, you liked so much this morning…🙂
I groan, dropping my head into my hands. Howfam I supposed to focus now?
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Another buzz…
Leah Actually, I might take the dress off. It’s getting a bit warm here…
There is a third buzz, and it’s a GIF of Leah tugging down her panties, but it cuts off right when things are about to turn spicy. My woman is evil!!
“Jesus, Leah,” I mutter, typing out a quick reply.
Me: You’re killing me here. I’m trying to work!
Me: Also, why the hell does the GIF end there?
Her response is almost immediate.
Leah: The GIF ends there because I’m evil.
Leah: Come home and punish me for being such a naughty girl:
That’s it. I’m done. Work can wait.
I stand up to leave but stop when my assistant walks through the door with–I kid you not–twenty fucking kids!
“Mr. Steele, class 8B is finally here! You were scheduled to hold a presentation and tell them about how you built your empire, remember?”
…did I somehow step into hell?
I stare at my assistant in disbelief, close to laughing since this is just my luck. Just…fucking shit. How could I have forgotten about this? More importantly, how am I going to get through this with the massive hard–on I’m currently sporting, thanks to Leah’s texts?!
“Right,” I say, forcing a smile. “Of course. Welcome, everyone.”
Class 8B file into my office together with their beaming teacher, all of them looking eager and nervous. I discreetly adjust myself behind my desk and take a deep breath. This is going to be a long afternoon.
Two excruciating hours later. I park my car outside my mansion. I’m suffering from the worst case of blue balls and practically sprint into the house, calling out Leah’s name.
No response.
“That’s odd.”
1 check the kitchen, living room, and our bedroom, but she’s nowhere to be found.
Just as I’m about to pull out my phone to call her, I notice a note on our bed. It’s written in Leah’s elegant handwriting. Meet me in the pool house. Wear your swim trunks. Or don’t?
A grin spreads across my face. Is this my luckiest day or what? The kids are usually always at home like the little cockblockers they are, but today they are gone–I’m finally free to fuck my wife!
I quickly strip off my suit and tie. I debate for a moment whether to put on swim trunks as instructed, but decide against it. Two can play at this game.
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I wrap a towel around my waist and make my way to the pool house. There is soft music as I slowly open the door and…see Leah sleeping on a poolside chair while snoring.
A sigh leaves my lips, but I’m smiling. “I guess it just wasn’t mean to be, huh?”
I walk over to Leah and squat down. I might be getting older, but my back isn’t broken–I have enough money to keep at personal trainer around. I’m well–trained…but it also helps that rah is at munchkin. I lift up my woman with ease. She doesn’t even stir, and I breathe a laugh.
“Aren’t you the cutest?” I whisper and plant a kiss on Leah’s cheek. hoping we will get another chance tomorrow…
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