New Year's Resolution: Part II
Sorry that it’s late! I had an incredibly lazy weekend where naps were involved!!
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New Year’s Resolution
An R.L. Mathewson
“Thank fucking god,” Trevor grumbled as he fell face first onto the mattress, too weak to do anything else as his body trembled with exhaustion from the last six hours that he’d spent trying to distract his wife from her asinine plan.
It had taken everything that he had, but it was worth it, he told himself as he lay there, struggling to catch his breath. By now going on a diet was the last thing on her mind.
At least, it damn well better be!
He’d used his best moves as well as some that he’d come up with in the heat of the moment, convinced that he’d finally found a way to make his wife give up this nonsense about losing weight. She was perfect just the way she was and she damn well better figure that out. Those were his fucking curves to worship and there was no way in hell that he was going to let her take them away from him.
He loved how soft and warm she was, how she felt against him when he held her and how it felt when he sank between her legs and slid his cock inside her, wet, hot, tight sheath. He loved watching her as he slid inside her, making her lick her lips as her very generous breasts jiggled enticingly. He-
Groaned, as he was forced to use what was left of his energy as the exhausted appendage in question gave a valiant twitch, willing to give it another go while the rest of his body screamed in protest. At least he’d exhausted Zoe, he told himself as he closed his eyes, exhaled and prepared to fall into a coma, or die from exhaustion, he really didn’t care which right now. All he cared about was-
“That was great, sweetie,” Zoe announced brightly as she kissed his cheek and gave his ass a little pet that had him groaning in misery.
He opened his mouth to ask why she wasn’t passed out, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy to get the words out. As he was forced to lie there, grumbling into his pillow, he heard her flitting about the room, opening drawers, walking into the bathroom, and taking a quick shower while he tried to tell himself that he wasn’t getting old.
The lie comforted him as he lay there on the verge of falling into a deep sleep while his wife, who shouldn’t be able to move never mind hum badly as she moved about the room, plopped down on the bed next to him.
“What are you doing?” he tried to ask, but it only came out as another grumble.
“I think I’m gonna go for a run!” his wife, who should be passed out on the bed beside him, announced, sounding too damn chipper.
He opened his mouth to grumble in response, but apparently he’d used up the last of his energy with the last grumble and could only manage to get out a pained groan as Zoe, who had to be on something, gave his cheek another quick kiss and headed for the door, humming as she went and letting him know that he was going to have to come up with another way to stop her.
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