The Father

The Bed

 (There is gonna be some smut in this chapter, If you're uncomfortable with smut, read the next chapter. Also this is gonna be bad because I can't write smut to save my life)

I had dinner alone that night. I couldn't take it. Everything was going to shit and there was nothing I could do about it. Not even my husband supported me. Hours passed before I got the courage to sleep in our room.

He had been trapped in our bed since the afternoon. I couldn't get him to come out. It took a couple of minutes but I was able to enter our bedroom, but not without problems.

He didn't look at me, just grimaced as he sat in bed watching TV. It was painful to look at. I just stood in the doorway until I finally said something.

"Erik..."

His face bolted to look at me, I noticed there were tears.

"I'm so sorry for everything I've done. I shouldn't have lied to you". I burst into tears after I said this.

He got out of bed, looked me straight in the eyes and said "It isn't your fault, none of this is your fault. You were scared, I know that feeling"

"Oh honey"

I hugged him so tight. He seemed like he didn't mind. 

"What do you want to do" I said suggestively

"Speaking of that. We haven't done it since the honeymoon"

"Thats great hun"

We removed our clothes and got on top of the bed.

"Ready?" He said while putting on a condom.

"Yes"

He began thrusting on top of me, I moaned as his cock went into me. I grabbed his arm, saliva coming out of me, and let out a another moan. As I was orgasming, Erik said "Dang girl that's early" in a breathy tone.

After a bit of him thrusting he hit the sweet spot. I started painting like a dog as he forced himself on to me. "Carrie, oh my god" He said. As soon as he said this, he started cumming. His semen was so wonderful. "Jesus that's nice" I moaned.

Once we were done, I couldn't stop looking at him. I guess he appreciated that. When we went to fall asleep he said "I love you so much honey"

"Me too"

And I meant it.