Sometimes he just pisses me off. I mean, he just says stuff and I know he doesn't mean to, but it annoys me none the less. Because I love him, I watch what I say as I know I should. But he just pops off and then acts like he doesn't understand why I get angry with him.
This time it wasn't a big thing. It was just when he said it and who he said it to. His daughter and her husband were with us for dinner. They feel like it's their duty to have a baby every year even though they are struggling to take care of the 4 they already have and have the nerve to have one more on the way. Their kids are spoiled and entitled and need a couple of ass whippings real bad.
Every time they bring those kids over, something gets broken. They just laugh it off like it's nothing, but it annoys me. She wanted to put her baby in our bed and I said no. The kid is two years old and he still pisses on himself. I didn't want to spend any time making up my bed after she left so I told her to put him in the spare room.
I knew she was just fishing for an excuse to get in our room and look at our stuff. She wasn't beyond going through our drawers and closet and I just didn't want her in there nor did I want to clean up after her child. No, I didn't want her or him in our bedroom.
She asked me why and I told her. "I'm tired now and I don't want to have to change my bed and clean my mattress pad later when I get ready to go to sleep."
Of course she got defensive and instead of backing me up, Paul pops up with "He's just a kid, Mona. I don't mind. Go ahead and put him in our bed."
Paul doesn't make up the bed. I do. I wash the sheets and clean up the mess. He doesn't. I gave him a look and stood my ground. Pissy boy napped in my spare room where he promptly pissed. I pulled the bed apart and decided to clean it up the next day. I didn't say anything to Paul because I was pissed. He was still looking at television when I went to bed.
Paul and I have been together for a few years. We met after we'd both been divorced for a while. He had a couple of kids. I didn't. That caused some strain at first but eventually we all learned to love each other. The son was ok but the daughter said she wasn't sure about her father's decision to be with me because I'm black and he's white. Whatever. It wasn't her business and it didn't bother either of us. Nobody cared if she objected and the two of us were very happy together. He said if she didn't like it she could stay away from us and leave us in peace.
We moved to Florida and bought a house right on the beach up in the Panhandle. It's beautiful and we love it. He owns a successful marketing agency and I am a writer and I have a few books that have been great sellers so I write a few hours each day.
When his daughter saw us happily living our lives and not missing her at all, she realized she had to make the change, not us. She decided to move down here too cause she couldn't survive without Paul's help. We've already had those discussions about supporting her and he knows how I feel. We're both older and we need and want our money for our own future.
I told him if he kept giving her money that I would leave him. He sat her down and told her she needed to work out a way to take care of herself and her family. He told her we can't do it. She got mad and said I was influencing him and he said yes, I was. He told her that he loved me and wanted a future with me and she had no right to take that joy from him.
Her husband is really trying to take better care of them and not ask us for anything and that's great. He's a good guy and he got on her for acting silly about me being with her Dad.
We had all this out before they came to Florida. I wanted to be with him, not his daughter or his grandkids .After she had showed her ass with me so much, I refused to babysit for them every day so they would have to get childcare. I told her why and also that at my age, I'm not inclined to want to be around children all the time. I don't mind a visit here and there, but that everyday stuff wasn't going to work and I wasn't going to have it. And if she thought so little of me, why did she want me to take care of her children? Unless she thought that was all I was good for β being some damn Mammy. Well, that didn't go over so well, but bless his heart, Paul spoke up and agreed with me.
I married him to be with him and just with him. I also didn't want them living with us and I put my foot down about that. He didn't really want them living with us either. We are rather open about our affection if you know what I mean, and having them around would have ruined that. He told her not to move down until she had found a place to live which I thought was great of him.
My brother owns a very successful restaurant/bar on the beach and he gave them both jobs doing accounting and payroll. Paul and I help out and we spend time there too so it's kind of our hang-out when we want to be social but it has helped us all in many ways.
I had been in the restaurant most of the afternoon that day. We were thinking about having different entertainment there some evenings like poetry or comedians and I had been in on the meeting. Almost the entire setup of the restaurant had been my idea and it had started slowly but now, it was busy every day and night. My brother was an amazing chef and he had taught his kids and the workers how to cook and the food was better than ever.
We had a breakfast crowd and always did well for lunch. Dinner was always great and then the bar was a continual winner. He'd built an outdoor tiki bar and had a huge barbecue grill and fryer out there and we had tables outside and we were one of the big favorites in the area.
But I was tired. I hadn't wanted his daughter to come over but he had talked me into it and now I had to strip and clean the bed the next day. And I had a lot to do the next day. The bedroom was a bit warm so instead of sleeping in a gown or a tee shirt, I climbed into bed naked. It felt really great and I thought about putting my foot in Paul's ass as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up feeling hands running down my back. I was sleeping on my stomach and someone was caressing my ass. I felt soft kisses around my ear and Paul's voice, "I'm sorry baby. I know you're pissed with me and I'm sorry. You were right and I was wrong. I put the sheets in the laundry and I cleaned the mattress pad and made the bed up already."
I woke up and gazed at him, turning over slightly to my side. I looked into his blue eyes as he kissed me and his hand ran over my hip down my thigh.
"All right Paul. It's ok." I told him. "Thank you for doing that."
"I love it when you sleep in the raw, baby," he whispered, easing closer to me.
What was that they said about men losing half their testosterone by the time they were 40? Not my Paul. That man's appetite is strong and full and I'm not talking about food. I thank God for him all the time even when I'm mad at him.
As I rolled over on my back, he took one of my nipples in his mouth and began to suck it. He knows that turns me on. He tweaked the other one and I felt his cock rubbing against me. He was hard and ready. And I was getting that way.
"Did you wake me up to apologize or to fuck me?" I asked.
He licked my nipple and said, "Both. I was going to sleep and then I saw your ass sticking up in the air and I knew I had to wake you up and get some. You don't mind, do you?"
Damn his mouth felt good!
"No honey, I don't mind. Suck the other one now, please," I told him. He did. I felt his hand easing near my pussy. He called it his Kitty Kat. And Kitty Kat was getting awful warm and wet. I opened my legs wider for him and he touched my clit and I felt a little spasm. He put his finger inside me and got it wet and then began to rub my clit gently. His mouth on my breasts and his fingers on my clit always took me there.
He sat up and grinned at me, "I'm just getting started, baby. Look at me. See what you did?" His cock was rock hard and standing straight out. He has a big old thick cock that I love so much I write stories about it. I loved the sex between us.
I reached over and got some of the oil we used and squirted some on his cock. His eyes lit up. Paul says I give the best hand jobs on the planet. I think he has the best dick on the planet, but I'm biased.
I kissed and nibbled my way down his chest to his nipples and returned the favor as I worked his cock. His hands ran up and down my back and he moaned softly, "Shit, baby......"
I looked in his eyes and grinned. I loved it when I knew I had him. I was going for the down stroke and he stopped me.
"I want some Kitty Kat," he stated, "lay down, sweetness."