Page 22 of Only Me
Epilogue Three
Twenty Years Later - Casey
“We’re going to be late.” I pant and writhe against Zeke as he peels the strap of the dress down off my shoulder, kissing each inch of skin as it is exposed.
“And whose fault is that? You knew this would happen when you bought this dress.” That wild, hard tone has infiltrated his voice. The one that sets my panties on fire even twenty-five years later.
And he’s not wrong. The minute I saw the slinky emerald green dress in the store, I knew it would drive him to desperate actions. It’s probably meant for a woman half my age but screw that. He loves the curves that have only become more defined since carrying our five children. I would never hide them from him.
“Panties off, wife. I need to get my cock inside that wet pussy before we’re forced to behave for the next three hours.” He pushes the dress and bra down just low enough so that my tits pop out, his mouth attaching to one aching nipple as soon as they are exposed.
“Zeke, we can’t be late for our anniversary party.” I can’t believe it has been twenty-five years since he walked into the Pink Pony and planted himself right in the middle of all that I held dear. “Our children, our friends, are waiting for us at the restaurant.”
“Well, you should have thought about that before you put that dress on tonight. Don’t pretend you didn’t know strutting out of our closet like that wasn’t the same damn thing as dangling a pot of honey in front of a bear’s nose. I’m just following my instincts. Now slide your panties down those lush legs before I rip them off.” His teeth press down into the fleshy swell of my breast the slight pain zinging through my body to land heavy in my clit.
“I’m not wearing panties, husband.” The room spins as I’m tossed onto the bed, and that show of unrestrained strength has my pussy weeping for his length. He might be fifty, but Zeke’s body is still a work of art in my eyes. I don’t miss the lingering glances women give him when we go out. The distinguished grey streaks in his hair and laugh lines around his eyes only add to his appeal. He’s only ever had eyes for me, though.
“Now I know you were trying to goad me into attacking you. Unless you planned on walking out of this house with no panties.” Zeke hooks his hands around my ankles and drags my ass to the very edge of the bed. “Did you plan on me discovering your bare pussy while we were in public, so I would come back here and spank your ass?” He falls to his knees, roughly shoves my legs apart, so I’m spread wide and vulnerable for him. “Fuck. Look at how wet my woman is for me. I’m going to take a taste, then I’m going to fuck you until you can barely stand.”
Following through on his words, Zeke swipes his tongue up my slit in one long stroke, before sucking hard on my clit just long enough to make me scream and teeter on the edge of the oblivion I’m come to crave and only he can give. Just as I’m ready to tumble off the edge, Zeke surges to his feet and frees his cock from the black suit pants he wore just for this occasion.
“You’d think I would have learned some control around you after a quarter of a century together.” Lining himself up with my entrance, he surges forward filling me with one brutal thrust.
“Oh god,” I moan, loving the way he fills me to the brim. “Don’t say it like that. It makes us sound so old.”
Zeke huffs out a laugh as he fucks me in earnest. “We are old. But there is no one else on the planet I want to grow old with.” Cupping my ass in his hands, he lifts my hips off the bed, giving him better access to rut inside me. “Now play with that throbbing little button for me. I want to see you come all over my dick before we go celebrate our love.”
Obeying his order, I slip my hand between my thighs and rub my clit in time with his frantic thrusts. It takes almost no time before I’m tipping over the edge, screaming and twisting on the bed while Zeke spurts hot ropes of cum into my pussy.
We collapse onto the bed together, breathing harder than we would have two decades ago after a round of lovemaking like that. We may not be as young as we once were, but our passion and commitment has never waned for even one day.
“Okay, wife, go put some panties on. And no cleaning up. I want to know my cum is soaking your panties all night while we celebrate the first time I laid eyes on you.”
“Such a dirty old man.” I giggle as I go to the closet and grab the panties I picked out just for tonight.
“Maybe, but I’m your dirty old man. And you love it.”
“I really do.”
With his hand in mine, we make our way down to the car and across town to the Pink Pony. We long ago sold the entire business to Zsa Zsa, or Justin now since he has hung up his wig in favor of his CEO status. Justin took the club places neither Zeke or I had the vision for. Justin franchised, and now there are Pink Ponies in New York, Chicago, Miami, Las Angeles, and Las Vegas. There are plans to expand into Europe in the next year as well.
I think Murray and Luther would be happy with how Justin and Butch have taken the place farther than our wildest dreams. Plus, it gave Zeke and I the ability to concentrate on the Safe Harbor organization and our family.
But for tonight, the Pink Pony isn’t a high-class strip club. It is an elegant event location for our twenty-fifth anniversary. The chandeliers are dimmed, with candles on every table. Gauzy materials has been draped around the room, and they even took the poles down for the night.
With Zeke’s hand pressed against the small of my back, we glide into the club, only forty-five minutes late.
“Well now we know why the happy couple is late, look at that dress my darling.” Justin sashays over to us, holding my hand as I do a twirl for him. “You two are worse than Butch and I.”
Justin releases me just as the twins come over to greet us. This is the first time I’ve seen our babies, the boys responsible for most our grey hairs since they left for college two months ago, and I make sure to hold them even tighter than normal. “Mom, you’re choking us.”
“I missed my babies.” I give them each a smacking kiss on their cheeks, and they groan predictably.
Jackson steps up next, his very pregnant wife glued to his side. I’m so excited to be a grandma and equally ecstatic that Jackson found a woman he cherishes just as much as his father does me.
Willow struts toward us with her latest girlfriend tripping along behind her. If our daughter ever settles down, I’ll be shocked. She decided to work for the Pink Pony in the marketing department after college, and she’s had a steady stream of short relationships ever since. “Mom, you look beautiful. And I agree with Uncle Justin, it’s obvious now why you two were late.” She winks and steps aside to hug her Dad, letting her little sister step up next.
“Justine, you look tired, are you getting enough sleep in med school?” I brush my daughter’s hair back from her face and can’t help the pang of worry that sweeps through me as I take in her exhausted eyes and pale complexion. Justine is soft-spoken but mighty. After spending most of her life around trans teens struggling through some of the hardest times a person can imagine, she decided to go to medical school and become a surgeon.
