And man, is she stunning.
Alejandra has curves in all the right places. I love clutching her thick thighs when she rides my cock, her big tits bouncing heavily in front of me. My dick twitches and I smile. She’s also quite a needy freak in bed. I guess losing your husband and then finding him again will make a woman insatiable. I’m all too happy to satisfy her needs.
“We better close up the patio umbrella so it doesn’t blow away, Johan,” she tells me as she bends to pick up a shell. I admire her big, round ass in her turquoise bathing suit that makes her skin seem more tan than usual. Her ass is fucking divine.
“I’ll take care of it,” I promise and squeeze a handful of her ass as she stands. “I want you naked and on your knees when I get back inside. I’m ready to fuck my beautiful wife.”
Her eyes close and she lifts her chin toward the heavens, her thick, red lips parted. I know she’s thanking God for sending me to her. After that day she healed me, she always called me Johan, her dead husband’s name. And I never corrected her. It simply made it easier to obtain an identification as him and fall into the perfect life he left. Into his wife’s tight, gorgeous ass.
Definitely divine intervention.
And here I thought God didn’t like the devil. That he was an outcast shunned from heaven. Clearly, I was mistaken.
“I love you, Johan,” she tells me, a fierce love burning bright in her eyes.
Tugging her to me, I spear my fingers into her wild hair and kiss her hard enough to steal her breath. When she’s gasping for air, I pull away and flash her a grin. “I love you too, sweet girl.”
She beams at me before bouncing away back toward our home. I know in another fifteen minutes, she’ll be screaming Johan’s name as I shove my cock into her tight ass. I’ll come all over her back and tell her how much I love her too.
Of course we both know her love will never measure up. It’ll never be the true love that owns the rest of my heart—a love that’s actually a genetic piece of me. But like we’ve done from day one, Alejandra and I play our parts to indulge the needs of each other. It’s what makes us happy.
It’s how a perfect marriage works.
My gaze drags back over to her. The one with the brilliant, bright smile, pretty blue eyes, and silky blonde hair. I ignore the men behind her as they gather up blankets, toys, and lawn chairs. I even ignore the pregnant one—the one with long, pale locks that whip in the wind. The one who used to consume my every thought.
Not anymore.
She now shares that place with someone equally important.
Someone just as perfect.
And that is true love.
The last day I was with her, I overheard her telling her stupid, * boy ex-boyfriend that she was pregnant. Pregnant with my child. She didn’t need to say those words—that I was the father—I knew.
I frown thinking about ‘ol * boy. A better man would mourn his death, feel things like guilt, remorse, pity, but I am not a better man. Quite frankly, I feel nothing for him. I do have to hand it to him, though, for fighting for what he wanted. And he did put up a good fight. But in the end, we were at war. He was in my way, and there could only be one man left standing—no room for boys.
My thoughts leave the past as I stare at my future. Pride blossoms in my chest and I grin at the little girl playing on the beach. Of course, she can’t see me from this distance, but I know it’s her. I’ll watch over my beautiful daughter each day and then one day, when she’s old enough to understand, I will explain to her who her real father is. Maybe when she’s seven. Her mother certainly seemed well aware of me by that age—the age I pulled my car into the driveway next to her house that first time. Those blue orbs of hers shimmered from her front porch with curiosity and instant adoration. I expect it will be the same way for my daughter when that time comes.
I will pull her into my arms and never let go.
I’ll give Alejandra the child Johan was never able to.
I’m a patient man and will make this happen, in time. Until then, I’ll enjoy my new life. The life Johan wasn’t man enough to hang on to.
With one last longing gaze at my child who is now saddled on her mother’s hip, I turn and leave her. As raindrops begin to pelt me, I trudge through the sand back to the house and up the steps of the back deck. Efficiently, I work the handle of the umbrella and secure it as I promised my wife I would.
Once inside, I shove my swim trunks down to the floor and follow the trail of sand that leads to where she’ll be waiting on her hands and knees. With my dick in hand, I smile at how sweet life really is, and fist my cock several times to prime myself for Alejandra’s tight hole.
They say the good guys always win, right?
I chuckle darkly to myself.
Not this time.
The End.