Authors: Z. Elizabeth
Come and get your bitch, DILF
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I stand and stare at my phone. What. The. Fuck. DILF? Oh my god, am I going to be a daddy, holy shit! HOLY SHIT! But why the hell didn’t Nic tell me in person, why did she get Kelsie to tell me. I don’t have the time to freak out over the news like I want to, I need to get Nic, I need to bring her home and I need to get answers to the twenty thousand running through my mind. I'm going to be a daddy and I think I like it.
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I race up the stairs to Kelsie's flat and bang on the door. I lean over my knees and try to catch my breath. My heart is pumping so hard I’m afraid it's going to burst from my chest and bounce all over the floor. I can hear the girls on the other side of the door and they either didn’t hear me practically bashing the door down or they are laughing so hard they missed it. I pound it once again and I hear someone come to answer it. Kelsie swings the door open and she looks just a little bit plastered. I peek around the door to see Nic with a wine glass filled to the brim in her hand. I frown. She should not be drinking that.
“Oh hey, DILFY! You want to punch a hole in my door next time?” Kelsie muses and steps aside so I can enter her flat. I storm towards Nic and take the glass from her hand, electing a moan from her and a pout. I look from Nic to Kelsie who is smirking so hard that I feel like such a fucking idiot. I roll my eyes at her and flop onto the sofa next to Nic and I hand her back her wine much to her pleasure. Kelsie shuts the door and sits on the floor, the smirk still planted on her face, while Nic is none the wiser. I just gave away how happy I was to be having a fake baby in the fucking oven. This will never be lived down now.
“You're such a little bitch, you know that right?”
She laughs at me and nods her head, taking a gulp of her wine. My eyes flicker to her hand and I blink my eyes to make sure I am seeing it correctly. A FUCKING RING! I catch her eyes and she smile at me, wiggling her fingers.
“That's right, Craigy boy, your blowjob buddy asked me to marry him Tuesday night,” she replies and I make a note to kick his arse for not telling me. Then I make a note to kick Nic's arse for keeping it from me too. I look to my wife who is grinning at Kelsie, clearly half cut, but she looks stunning and I lean down to kiss her. She tastes of Rosé and I just want to lick her lips and indulge in her taste. Before I can kiss her any deeper because that fucking little moan she made just made me instantly hard, Kelsie coughs and I break apart, glaring at Nic's best friend.
“All right, love birds, as much as I would love to see you two fucking on my couch, I would also rather keep that sofa clean of your bodily fluids thank you very much. Don't want them mixing with mine and Rob's.” She gives us a wink and I groan, wanting to pick myself up off the sofa and rid of these clothes, preferably in a damn fire. There is nothing this crazy red-headed woman won't say and I think that’s why we all love her, especially Rob. He needs crazy in his life and he's found it.
“Can we go home now, baby?” Nic whispers in my ear and I turn to face her, her eyes all glassy, her lips bruised and she looks perfect, beautiful and I need my tongue licking her wet pussy and her tuggng at my hair. I give her nose a peck and nod my head. She downs the rest of her wine and puts the glass on the table. She wobbles as she stands up and I sigh. I cannot fuck her while she's steaming. She is going to regret this so much in the morning when she's hanging in work. She takes my hand and I stand up, pulling her into my body. I breathe in her apple shampoo and kiss the crown of her head. I let go of her to retrieve her suitcase which is outside Kelsie's room. I wheel it towards the door and let Kelsie and Nic say their goodbyes. I send a quick text to Rob to congratulate him for reeling in his bitch to marry him and let him know I am going to kick his arse for not telling me.
When Nic is finished her last gossip, she puts her hand in mind and I guide her out of the flat and towards the lift. There is no way I am letting go of her hand just to walk down the stairs. I don’t trust that my drunken wife can make it without falling. We enter the metal box and she smiles up at me, love shining in her features. I can't stay angry at her for not letting me know where she really was because I know she loves me and I know she will tell me when she wants too, which will be when we get home because I am going to question the shit out of her for making me panic. I give her a lingering kiss when we reach the ground floor and pull her along to my car. She gets inside, giddy and happy and it fills me up with love that she's had a great day by the looks of it. At least one of us has.
***
We've been home for almost an hour but I haven’t grilled her yet but I did grab a beer to calm my nerves down after the whole 'DILF' fiasco. I've watched Nic come down from her high at lightening speed and we've just been chilling on the sofa, watching some pointless show that she seems to be absorbed in. She, also, has yet to say anything about her day. I look at her and decide that I have to know where she has been. She lied to me about seeing Jamie and it's made me panic all afternoon not hearing a peep from her.
“Baby, where have you been today? I called Jamie but he said he was in Devon with Tammy?” I ask, running my fingers through her hair softly. She makes a mewling noise and I know she loves it when I play with her hair. She moves around, getting comfortable before telling me where she has been.
“I made friends with your dad. I even took a picture if you want to see.” She reaches into her pocket and grabs her phone completely riding over the Jamie comment. She pulls up the selfie of my dad and her and I frown in confusion. Why did she meet my dad, why didn’t she tell me and why the hell didn’t she take me along with her?!
“That’s nice, baby, but why didn’t you tell me? I would have come with you.” I let her know but she just shakes her head and giggles at the image.
“He asked me to meet him yesterday without you. I wanted him to like me, Craig, and he does. He said he trusts me after I told him that I would never cheat on you or leave you for the money.”
I freeze. He said what now? I cannot believe he had the nerve to ask Nic to meet him without me. To corner her all alone, to make her feel intimidated. “What did he say to you, Nic?”
“He told me he didn't trust me, that he thinks I am my mum and that I will manipulate you and break your heart. I shouted at him, Craig, I shouted at him and told him I loved you and I had for six years. I stood up to him and proved I loved you. And now it's all okay.” She moves her head to look up at me and smiles. Her glassy eyes and drunken smile shows me that my girl has a backbone with my father. She proved her worth by standing up to him and that’s what he wants. Someone to shoot him down, tell him he is wrong and that is what my little firecracker did. I'm still pissed he went behind my back, but I know he knew I would be all guns blazing if I was there. I bring Nic up to sitting levels and pull onto my lap. I kiss her lightly and run a finger down her cheek and back and forth over her bottom lip.
“I called him a DILF, too.” She admits. Her eyes widen and I know how truthful she gets when she’s had a few too many to drink. I can't help but laugh at her confession. So that is why Kelsie called me DILF?
“And why did you call him a DILF, little one?”
“Because he is one. And I know when you are a daddy, I will be calling you a DILF, too. I gave Kelsie permission to call you it too.” She giggles and cuddles into my body, kissing the side of my neck, before scattering kisses everywhere and licking the skin. I try to keep myself calm, she’s a little inebriated and I don’t want to take advantage of my tipsy wife but with her mouth biting and nibbling my neck, it's hard to focus on anything else. Horny Nic is coming out to play.
“Well you are going to be a MILF and I am going to call you that too,” I squeak out when her hand reaches between the both of us. She begins to rub her hand over my crotch and I can't stop it. I'm throbbing through the material and with the feeling of Nic's mouth on my neck and her hand on my cock, I tell myself 'sod it' and pick Nic up. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist, arms around my neck and I stomp into the kitchen and place her on the island. We have yet to have kitchen sex and seeing as it's spotless thanks to my power cleaning earlier, I feel it's safe enough to indulge in a little rough and tumble.
I tell her to sit tight while I leave her to fetch a little something I bought the other day. I was planning on using it the other night, but well, that didn’t end up happening but I've got my wife back home and it's the perfect time to bring it out and watch her writhe in pleasure. I retrieve the package from my sock draw and rip it open. It already came with a battery so that was one thing I didn’t have to mess around with. I turn it on to make sure it works and it vibrates in my hand. The cashier said it had ten different speeds and I plan on using them all tonight. I strip off my clothes, my erection prominent and stalk back into the kitchen where Nic has the same idea, only she is led down on the surface with her fingers in her pussy. I stand frozen in place, watching my horny drunk of a wife touch herself and when I swallow the lump in my throat, I race forward and pull her fingers from her pussy. Jesus, she is soaked. Her lips are glistening and her clit is begging me to suck on it. I take Nic's fingers and pull them into my mouth, sucking and licking at her wetness. She has the sweetest taste, one that I will never get enough of.
She’s watching me intensely, her green eyes turning glassy and I know mine have turned that dark blue Nic tells me happens when I get turned on and hungry for her. I make sure her fingers are licked clean before popping them out. I spread her legs open and pin her one hand to her side. It would help if I had her other hand but seeing as I have the vibrator, she’s going to have to be a good girl and keep it by her side. I'll bring out the handcuffs later, when we are in bed and then I can drive her crazy with this little beast of a toy. Her eyes widen and a sexy smile graces her face when I turn the bullet on. She keeps her eyes on the toy while I keep mine on her. She wiggles a little and I know she is thinking about me using it on her, making her come with it, and I will. I'll get her to the brink and stop it. Keep her on the edge until I say she can come. I won't let her know that plan, she doesn’t need to know yet.
I flick through the speeds, watching her breathing turn rapid, her chest rise and fall heavily through each speed and she tries to close her legs to rub them together, but due to me standing in between them, she can't do a damn thing. I can see she wants to moan, to sob out and that makes me have the power. She is putty in my hand and I fucking love it.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I murmur, running the vibrator up her leg. She jolts at the sensation touching her skin and her eyes study mine but close the higher I drag the small toy up her body. I take it away and she opens her eyes again. I smile and place the vibrator back on her skin. She gets the message and keeps her eyes on me. “Tell me what you want, Nic.” She takes in a heavy breath the closer I move the toy to her pussy. I stop just above her pubic bone and she quivers.
“I want you to make me come with that bullet. I want you to slide it inside me and fuck me with it, make me come. I need to come, Craig, please,” Nic sobs out and she tries to break her hand free from mine but she can't. I think she forgot she could use her other but she seems to think she is helpless and she is fucking begging to come, so I oblige to her demands.
Anything to please my wife.
I tease her first, running the bullet up and down the inside of her thighs, each time getting closer to her pussy. She shudders every time I 'accidentally' touch her lips and I can see she is getting impatient; she is choking back sobs. This is what I want from her, to know I work her up so badly she can't take it. She is proving to me that everything I do has an effect so I decide enough is enough and when she closes her eyes I run the bullet through her pussy lips and I hold it against her clit. She moans out loud, her eyes shooting open, her body lifting and she throws her head back.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck,” she splutters and I continue to circle her clit, holding the bullet firmly on the little bud that’s causing my wife to chant swear words into the air. I let go of her hand and bend my head. I breathe in the smell of her scent and it makes me fucking hungry to dive in and lap up every bit of her juices. I replace the vibrator with my tongue and push it up inside of her, slowly fucking her with it, while fucking her with my tongue. I up the speed by two, to highest constant speed and slowly thrust the bullet in and out of her, my tongue lapping at her slick clit. She places one leg over my back, and digs her heel in while the other is splayed as wide as she can possibly get it. I look up at her and she has a grasp on her hair, lip bitten and eyes closed. She's panting so hard and I am fucking loving this. I speed up my action on her clit; sucking, biting, licking while my hand slows down giving her two separate things to try and concentrate on. She moans out loud, her hips rising and falling, trying to ride my tongue and bring her closer to the orgasm I know she is craving. Her other leg wraps around my back and my head is tucked firmly between her gorgeous thighs. I know she is having a hard time trying not close her legs around my head and I will reward her for that after. Her pants become more rapid, more out of sync and I know that by her erratic lower half she is so close to the finish line that she wants to be over it, release the beautiful pleasure that will illuminate throughout her and just as she is on the brink, I stop everything. I quickly pull the bullet out and grab her thighs to move her legs from my back as I pull myself – reluctantly – from her soaking and delicious pussy.