Page 88 of Tormenting Me

“How about you stow the nerdy Princess Bride references?“ I shout over to him.

“Never.” He smirks as he makes his way onto the balcony.

When Wes leaves to pick up his parents from the airport, I find myself alone in our quiet home. Sitting in the living room, I trace my finger over the delicate petals of the forget-me-not tattoo. It’s a bittersweet reminder, one that I know I will cherish forever. The thoughts want to creep in, but I remember the breathing techniques Dr. Medina has been having me do. With one hand on my heart and the other on my stomach, a deep breath in and hold.

Then let everything out.

The door downstairs opens, and I can hear Wes talking with his dad. His parents have arrived safely, ready to offer their support and love during this difficult time. The sound of their feet hitting the stairs has me popping up from the couch. When Wes’s Ma comes into view, I run over to her. She has her arms open wide for a hug. The comfort her embrace gives has me whimpering.

“There, there. It’s alright, love.” She kisses the top of my head and moves us to the side so Wes and his dad can come up. She holds me, pouring all the love that a mother would give to her child that’s hurting.

I cling to Wes’s Ma, feeling her warmth and love enveloping me. Her presence is a soothing balm to my wounded heart. As Wes and his dad approach, she gently moves us to the side, making room for them to join us. Holding me close, she continues to pour out her motherly affection, understanding the pain I am going through.

Wes’s dad, with a concerned expression on his face, reaches out and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. His touch reassures me I am not alone in this difficult time. “Such a strong woman ya are,” He says in a fatherly tone. He turns to his son and pulls him into a hug, whispering in his son’s ear. I catch the last bit he says to him.

“I’m so proud to be your Da. I just know you’re going to make a wonderful Da when the time is right.” The sound of my husband sniffling into his dad’s chest hurts my heart, but I know he needs to hear those words.

Wes’s Ma continues to hold me close, giving me all the love that I never got as a little girl. Showing me what a real mother does for their child. Even though I’m only her daughter-in-law. Her presence alone brings me a sense of comfort and reassurance. I listen intently as Wes’s dad speaks to his son, his words filled with pride and admiration. His fatherly tone resonates deeply within me, reminding me of the strength that lies within.

Together, this little family stands as a united front, ready to face whatever challenges come our way. The love and support from Wes’s parents has given us the strength to carry on, to navigate the difficult times, hoping the future holds every new opportunity imaginable. Wes and I are not alone in this journey of healing; we have a family that will always be there for us.

Chapter fifty-five

Wes

“Oh, fuck.” I moan as Layne rides my cock in the backseat of the GTO.

Best fucking birthday ever! Finally breaking in the backseat of this black beauty.

“What? Did I miss a good part?” She pauses, whipping her head around to look at the big screen. The Ring is showing at the drive-in and we’re parked in the far back so we won’t get caught.

“No, don’t stop baby,” my hands on her hips, pulling her back down on my cock. “You ride your husband’s dick so well, Ma Petite Mort. Fuck the movie.”

Layne turns back to face me, biting her fucking lip playfully. “You sure this is all you want to do for your birthday?” She grinds into me, using the head of my cock to hit her g-spot, and I feel her tighten around me. I feel my orgasm building, so I expertly flip her down onto the seat and slam into her.

Layne lets out a soft moan as I hover over her, roughly thrusting deeper into her pussy, our heavy breathing fogging up the windows. “The only thing I want is to fill your pretty pussy up over and over again tonight.” I reach between us, the pads of my index and middle finger strumming her clit with the pace of my thrusts. “That and maybe eat some cake off your ass.”

Her eyes close as she lets herself go, thighs quaking as her hips buck forward, seeking the friction on her oversensitive clit. “Wes, oh fuck. It’s too much.”

I angle myself so the head of my cock hits her g-spot and I keep going. “Come on, Ma Petite Mort. Soak my fucking cock,“ I thrust hard and deep. Layne’s eyes water as I hold back my release. “Let go, baby.”

“Oh,” she whimpers as I feel her release, soaking my cock, my jeans and the leather seat underneath us.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I groan as I let my orgasm take over. Leaning into her, I capture her lips with mine. I pull back, pushing her long black hair out of her face and smothering her with soft kisses. “You’re fucking perfect. I fucking love you.”

“And I love you. So, are we really going to finish watching the two other movies, or do you want to get out of here?” She asks, adjusting as I pull out of her.

“You gonna let me eat my cake off your ass?” I pose the question as I look over at her, pulling my underwear and jeans up.

“You’re serious?” The suspicious look she gives me has me cracking a big ass grin.

“Baby, I don’t fuck around about cake or that ass.” I climb over the seat and situate myself in the driver’s seat. I look over and see two teenage boys in the backseat of a car, staring back at me, mouths wide open. Thank God I had Layne keep her dress on while we fucked. As much as I love her perfect tits bouncing in my face, I don’t need some horny teenage boys catching a glimpse of them. My wife is not their jerk off material. I nod at them and fire up the car, “hang on back there.”

I pull the car out of the spot and head for the exit of the drive in.

Once the GTO is back next to the truck, I gently assist Layne out of the back and carry her over my shoulder. Unlocking the door, we make our way upstairs. She playfully remarks, “You know I can walk, right?” Her giggles fill the air as I lift the skirt of her dress, giving her a light tap on her ass cheek. “Ouch,” she exclaims, “if you keep smacking my ass, I might have to reconsider letting you do anything else tonight.”

With a chuckle, I cross the room to our bed, gently tossing her down. “As if you could tell me no.”

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