The Years Disappeared

Let it be a Lesson

"Baby, I couldn't leave him waiting outside, the press are on him like crazy today!" Lindsey explained after Don had been shown out, their business completed for the night.
"I get it. Whatever."
"Are you ok?" He asked, rubbing my shoulders as I stared out the window.
"I...I...I thought it was just going to be us tonight."
"It is now, we can do whatever you want, and it's Sunday tomorrow so Rupert's letting me off."
"Go stand outside."
"Now?"
"Just do as I say, put your shoes on, and go wait on the porch. You can come back in ten minutes."
"What th-"
"Lindsey."
"Ok, ok." He held up his hands in surrender, sloping off.
As soon as I heard the front door click shut, I crept upstairs and changed back into my earlier attire, adding a little blush to my cheeks. A pair of my old black platform boots caught my attention as I headed for the hallway, and I couldn't resist adding them to the outfit, praying that none of the children would wake up from a bad dream at this moment and find me dressed like a Victorian porn star at the top of the stairs. I positioned myself facing away from the door this time, one leg over the other, feeling the night air prick the hairs on the backs of my legs as Lindsey eventually came back in.
"Stevie?"  I didn't turn around, waiting for him to approach me.
"Steph?" He said in a gentler tone as he placed a hand on my shoulder, turning me around himself.
"Hi."
"Oh..." He surveyed my body. "Wow baby."
I smiled up at him, unlooping his belt. He groaned as I felt him through his open zipper, his hands reaching for my breasts. "Oh I gotta feel them baby," he insisted as he pulled them out of the bra and over the neckline of the negligee, squeezing them and pinching my hard, moist nipples. I leaned back with closed eyes as I tried to control my breathy arousal, gasping as I heard a drip on the flooring. "Oh god!"
I realised milk was leaking, having only fed Sara a few hours ago.
"Baby nothing is sexier than the mother of my children." He said sincerely, working his mouth around to lick away the residue.
"You mean that?" I asked, coquettishly flicking my hair to the side.
"Every word."
We moved backward and I fell beneath him on the couch.
"Glad I made you go back outside now?"
He mumbled cutely into my neck, his hands all over the stockings half-covering my spread thighs.
"You are ridiculously gorgeous."
"You too," I replied, our eyes meeting, consolidating our internal thoughts for each other in our external physicality.
"Let's go to bed."
"But I'm comfortable here," I smirked, stroking his slightly stubbled cheek. He looked behind us for a moment, leaving me puzzled so that I yelped in surprise as he flung me over his shoulder to carry me to bed. I was breathless as he lay me on the sheets, shaking my head at the mischievous expression on his face.
"You get your own way far too much missy."
"Oh really..." I rolled my eyes, pulling him above me by his tie.
"You don't seem to be complaining," I noted, running the back of my hand against his erection.
"That's because I'm about to teach you a lesson."

***

"Mommy! Daddy!" I heard yelled vaguely as I became aware that the night was over, sunlight warming my face through gaps in the blinds. I poked a semi-sentient Lindsey beside me to handle it.
"Mmm you get her," he begged into the pillow.
"Oh, so you don't love me?" I kidded dramatically as he scowled, pinching my stomach before pulling on some pyjama bottoms and letting in Bella.
"What's up Bell?"
"There's some scary men at the door."
"What, are you sure honey?'
She nodded vigorously.
"They want you daddy."
He turned to share a concerned expression with me, mouthing the word revolver as to not worry our eight-year-old. I slipped the cool metal weapon out of the drawer on my side of the bed, coming to stand behind Lindsey where I could discreetly place it in his back pocket.
"Go wait in your bedroom sweetie, your mom will come find you in a minute, where are Joe and Leia?"
"They're still asleep I think." We all walked onto the landing, where the pounding on the front door was now audible, Bella giving us a forlorn look before creeping into her room.
"They're going to wake Sara!" I hissed angrily.
"Take the kids into Sara's room, lock the door."
"What the hell is this?"
"I don't know!"
"Lindsey, what the fuck?"
"Just get in there now!" He demanded, the vein on his forehead protruding.
"Bu-" I clung to him.
"They could be anybody, I need you safe."
He geared me toward Sara's room, where a door on either side of her cot led to the other children's rooms.