Jackie Frost

“Yes, my love!” he groaned, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. “Tell me how you feel, baby. Tell me how I’m making you feel.” I loved making her feel so good. I loved watching her, seeing how I was making her feel.

“Just for you, baby!” I groaned and reached for the zipper of her dress. I wanted to feel her body against mine. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful!” I told her, peeling her dress from her arms. “And you’re all mine!”

“Just for you, baby!” I groaned and reached for the zipper of her dress. I wanted to feel her body against mine. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful!” I told her, peeling her dress from her arms. “And you’re all mine!”

“Oh, Presley!” I grunted, pulling her onto me completely. I knew she had control of this show, and I fucking loved that she did, but I still couldn’t resist helping her as she rode me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby! So fucking perfect!”

I licked my lips, looking up at her. “God, you are so fucking gorgeous!” I lifted my hips to fill her hand more. “Just like that, baby! Oh, I love your fucking hand! Feel how hard I am, just for you, baby?”

My wife was the hotest woman on the planet, especially when she got like this. I was the luckiest man alive, and I fucking knew it. I groaned as she pulled me forward by my tie. She could lead me around like a puppy and leash with that thing and I wouldn’t even mind. I pulled at her dress to slide my hands up under it and grab her ass through her panties, pulling her to grind more against my aching dick.

I pulled her against me with one arm, closing and locking the door behind me with my other hand as my lips came crashing to hers. I cupped her face with my free hand, deepening the kiss and walking with her securely in my arms to the couch before coming to sit with her on my lap.

I followed like a puppy dog. “Baby, I’d take you in there even if it wasn’t. Everyone should know how I treat the most important person in my world.” My wife and my son were everything me, and I didn’t go a day without making sure they knew.”

My hands slowly dipped from her back to her ass, giving it a deliberate squeeze. “None of them seem to be running off anywhere. We definitely can.” I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers. “What do you say, my queen?”

I pulled her more into my arms, kissing the side of my head. “Hey,” I spoke softly against the side of her head, “it will happen, baby. Okay? I’m gonna knock you up so good, you’re going to be cursing me for “doing this to you” again!“ He hugged her tightly, wanting her to feel my love. "Did you wanna slip away and see if we can’t make it happen tonight?” I knew I needed to schmooze people, but my wife needed me.

I kept my laughter to myself. I didn’t want her thinking I was laughing at her, but she was just so fucking adorable like this. “Tsk tsk, baby,” I playfully chided. “I wouldn’t want to be heading to see you in prison for our conjugal visits. I don’t want our new baby born behind bars.”

“She does,” i said with a nod, my hand softly caressing her back. “Everyone does.” I smiled, leaning in closer to her ear. “And do you know who especially knows it?” I nipped at her ear softly, kissing it with a bit of an open mouth. “Me.”

I could tell my wife was drunk before she even came over. I always had my eyes on her, mostly because I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Even after 20 plus years of marriage and loving her far longer, I still only had eyes for her. I had been the ladies man before I met her, but after she walked into my life, all bets were off.

I slipped my arm around her waist. “Yeah, Annabeth was just telling me about she and David breaking up. It is truly unfortunate. I thought surely you two would be it!” Not everyone could be as happy as my wife and me, I couldn’t expect them to. What Pres and I had was that once in a lifetime, shoot the stars, rope the moon, kind of love. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.

“If you’ll excuse us, Annabeth,” I said, smiling at her and pulling my wife out onto the dance floor. “Enjoying yourself, my love?” I asked her, tucking her hair gently behind her ear as I swayed with her on the dance floor. I loved holding her in my arms.

Smug bitch. Her eyes told me everything I needed to know. She wanted my husband and she wasn’t getting him. When Jackie practically pulled us away seconds later, I couldn’t help but smile lazily in the bitch’s direction. She eyed me, huffed and walked away. My arms wrapped around his neck as the music softly swirled around us. ‘Shaina Twain’s - You’re Still The One’.

I really liked to believe I was a nice person. Sure, I had my bad days, just like everyone. Someone would get in my way in the grocery store and I’d curse them in my brain. Or they’d get the wrong order at In N Out and I’d politely ask for my right order. But my nice person inside was being tested this evening. Mostly because Miss. Taylor, the executive of some oil company Tony was hoping to work for was hanging all over my husband. I knew where his heart and body belonged. 

We had over twenty years of marriage under our belt and an even longer lifetime of love. A perfect son. But that didn’t stop the jealously coursing through my veins. I could practically spit fire. I set down my empty glass of wine on a tray moving by and moved closer to Jackie and his client. 

“Miss. Taylor,” I slurred, not realizing how much I had had to drink. I wasn’t used to drinking lately. I had been trying to get pregnant with no success. So I had decided to let loose.. to enjoy the evening and well, I had enjoyed it a bit too much. “How are you this evening?” I asked, reaching for a glass of champagne as it came by. “What happened to that boyfriend of yours? Mr. Carmichael, was that it?” She was younger than me. Prettier. Perkier and bigger tits. But by God, that was my husband and I’d let it be known. 

I slipped my arm around her waist. "Yeah, Annabeth was just telling me about she and David breaking up. It is truly unfortunate. I thought surely you two would be it!" Not everyone could be as happy as my wife and me, I couldn't expect them to. What Pres and I had was that once in a lifetime, shoot the stars, rope the moon, kind of love. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her.

“Yeah,” I nodded, walking slowly over to her. “Jackson brought you here. He told us to watch you while he went to take care of things.” I didn’t know the whole story. “My wife, Presley, Jackson’s mom, went to get Tony Castellano, Jackson’s uncle. He’s gonna help figure out what happened to you.”

I held my hands up as she went into attack mode. “Hold on, Abigail. It’s okay. I’m Jackie Frost. Jackson’s father. I won’t hurt you!” I didn’t know who him was, but I’d let her tell me or not if she felt comfortable enough to.

“I don’t know.” I sighed, feeling helpless. “Yeah. Go get Tony. Then make sure our boys alright. I know he can handle his own, but something doesn’t feel right.”