Aaron ran into the house waving that day's mail. "Guess what I have! Who wants to guess what I have?" he called out to what looked like an empty house. He tossed his keys, phone, wallet, and most of the mail on the kitchen counter. He studied one envelope. He wanted badly to open the envelope. "Last chance! I am opening the test scores." He hooked his finger into the envelope and tugged enough to start a break and smiled as footsteps fell on both the stairs going up and the stairs to the basement.
Aaron's wife Amy Reigh- Aaron had thought including her middle name was a bit silly and the spelling pretentious when they met, but it had grown on him- charged into the kitchen from the basement door, and Aaron's daughter Alex rounded into the kitchen from the living room. Amy Reigh snatched the envelope from Aaron's hand.
Aaron recognized how lucky he was every time he saw his wife. Amy turned forty last week, but no one believed her when she shared her age. Normally she kept her blonde hair styled in some elaborate weave with some French name, but a ponytail hung nearly to her ass and swung behind her as she taunted Alex with the envelope. Amy Reigh was also always dressed to the nines when he got home from work, but she ran from Alex, circling the kitchen island, wearing a paint-smeared T-shirt, dirty sweat pants, and flip flops. Still, regardless of dress, Amy Reigh's five feet tall body carried one hundred ten pounds of perfection, and Aaron would challenge anyone who ever said differently.
Amy Reigh slowed and let Alex catch her and steal the envelope. Aaron knew if there was anyone in the universe who would ever stand a chance against Amy Reigh in a contest of beauty, it would be his daughter Alex. Alex was eighteen. She had not grown more than an inch in the past couple years, but she still stood three inches taller than her mom. She inherited her saucer sized green eyes from her mom, but, aside from a general beauty and confidence, their similarities ended there. Amy Reigh's beauty was elegance, grace, and precision. Aaron would never think of his daughter Alex in a sexual way, but he could not deny that she was blossoming into a more voluptuous woman than her mother. She wore C-cup bras last time Aaron knew anything about it- he asked Amy and Alex to discuss those things away from him. He suspected now she was at least a D-cup, but he squashed that thought immediately.
Alex hugged the envelope to her chest and bowed her head for a quick prayer. Her raven hair fell in front of her face. The air grew somber for a moment until Alex looked back up. "Show me a 31!" She ripped the envelope open.
Amy Reigh and Alex stood shoulder to shoulder as Alex looked through the pages of the report quickly. I rounded the island, and Amy Reigh jerked a page from Alex's hands. "There!" She pointed. "My baby genius got a thirty-three!"
Aaron met Amy Reigh in college. She was a foreign exchange student from England, and she comes from some old money. She even bragged that she was in the line of succession for the crown. If only a few more than four hundred people died, she'd be Queen of England. Aaron had done very well in his career with only a little help from Amy Reigh's father Walter. With Aaron's salary and Amy Reigh's family wealth, there was no hope for any financial aid beyond academic scholarships. They could afford to send Alex to school easily, but she wanted in the Quantum AI program at Lewis Thrum Advanced Technical Center, which allows only twenty new students each year. The first time Alex took the ACT, she got a twenty-nine. The advisor said she would need at least a thirty-one to be accepted.
"Champagne!" Amy Reigh snapped her fingers in the air. "Aaron, grab the good stuff. You're eighteen now, Alex, and this is about you, so grab a cup." Aaron opened the cabinet and reached for the bottle.
That night before sleep, Aaron and Amy Reigh lay in bed talking. She curled up against him in a tiny little package. He wrapped an arm around her. "Thrum is three hours away."
Amy Reigh kissed his neck and dragged her fingernails across his tummy lightly. Aaron could feel her nipples pressed into his skin; Amy Reigh always slept nude. "That's not too far." She snuggled into him even tighter. "She can come home every weekend."
"Yeah, I know, but every night she will be asleep three hours away." Aaron pulled Amy Leigh on top. In college and for several years after- even after Alex was born- Amy Leigh had been insatiable; she could never get enough sex. The frequency of their intimacies slowly declined until once a week became the regular and missing weeks was not uncommon. Aaron sensed she was in a playful mood, and he wanted to start the game. "Are you trying to get laid?"
"Depends, do you know someone who would fuck me?" Amy Reigh laughed. He tickled her and rolled until he was atop her with her legs around him. He felt his bulge escape his boxers and press against her wetness. "Oops, I think little Mr. Happy is trying to say something to me."
"You are a mean little firecracker." He pressed his lips to hers and she kissed him back passionately, He pulled back. "You're lucky I love you."
"Yes, I am." She pulled him back down and renewed their kiss. "Do me." She moaned through the kiss.
Aaron wanted his wife as much as he ever had at that moment. Really he always wanted her as badly as he ever did. But teasing her was too much fun when she got the hots. "Are you horny, baby?" he asked with his best Austin Powers impersonation.
"Just shut up unless you think you'd have a problem dumping your genius baby making batter all over my pussy," Amy Reigh challenged her husband. She reached around him and smacked his ass when he rolled atop her.
"You're feeling the champagne," he teased. Amy's language always got more playful and naughty if she's had a bit to drink. He covered her small breast with a hand and rolled her protruding nipple between his fingers. His hardness brushed against her. "Damn, baby, your pussy is on fire." He wished then as he often had that he had a normal cock. He'd settle for a rather small one. Instead he had to live with his micro endowment. Amy Reigh never seemed to mind, though. He loved her wife. She had to know it bothered him, and she had never once even mentioned it.
She arched her back and moaned. "Do me." she whined. He pushed his weight against her.. "Yes, baby, fuck me. Fuck me good."
Aaron's heart thumped hard and he paused briefly then continued smashing himself against her. She had used the word "fuck" a total of four- no, six, times in the past ten years- since she first learned of his infidelity. "You're such a naughty little girl." Saying those words made his burning body freeze to ice. He knew it was only nerves, but he shivered nonetheless. He had used those words so many times with his wife, but that was a long time ago.
Amy and Aaron stared into each other's eyes. The only movement was the rise and fall of Aaron's ass. The only sound was the rapid squelch and splash of the slap of their bodies. "I'm not naughty, you bastard," she whispered with a bit of a slur. The words seemed perfunctory, and lacked any real anger.
Aaron slowed his thrusts. He kissed her ear with whispers. "I think you are wrong. You are a very naughty girl." He knew he was playing with fire. Amy Reigh was a proper English woman. Being considered naughty was far from proper.
"You are the naughty one. Oh, God! I love you," she moaned. He pounded as hard as he could, mashing his bulge to a pancake against her pussy. His hard button of a cock hit her clit with every mashing.. She was so wet, that he slipped in and around her easily.
"I like drunk Amy Reigh." He pushed himself to his elbows for leverage. He was too drunk and his inhibitions were too lost. "Maybe, I can bring all the guys over here to fuck this naughty pussy.
"What?" She squirmed and pushed him off. "Get off of me. I am not a cheap slut! I am your loving wife!" She jumped from the bed and ran to the restroom.
"Fuck!" I cursed myself. "Fucking dumbass!" Aaron's marble-sized erection deflated, and his cold cock retreated like a baby turtle head. He lay there for several minutes hoping Amy Reigh would return. He heard movement and what sounded like tears coming from the other side of the closed bathroom door. He tapped lightly and the movement and tears stopped. "Baby?" No response. "Amy Reigh, I am sorry. I love you, and I am just a jackass." Still no response. "I will sleep in the extra room." He lay awake in the extra room for about thirty minutes listening for Amy Reigh til slumber took him.
"Get up, Daddy!" Alex clapped her hands and banged the wall of the extra bedroom. "Get up."
"What time is it?" Aaron rubbed his temples without opening his eyes.
"It is about eight. Mom told me to come get you." She stood and waited for him to wake. "What did you do?"
"Nothing. Well, I said some stupid things." He stood from the bed in his boxers/
Alex gavea whistle that embarrassed Aaron until he had his pants on. "When you're ready, you and your wrong words need to come have breakfast. Mom said we are going shopping."
