The Couples Retreat 2 *ON HOLD*

Dior and Carter

Dior was fresh out of the shower and listening to her husband hum and sing to himself, while Carter was laid out on the bed, flipping through the TV channels; trying to find something to watch. Dior then stepped out of the bathroom and crawled back into bed, laying next to the love of her life.

"Damn mama...why are you so fucking beautiful?" Carter asked Dior, making her smile as she looked over at him.

"Because my mom was so beautiful and I got my looks from her." She smiled, feeling herself blush. After years of knowing each other and being married, Carter never failed to let his wife know that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. And what made it even better was that she belonged to him.

"You're so beautiful, and I don't care who knooowwwwssss!" Carter sung, wrapping his arms around Dior. He kissed her cheek and then her lips, inching his hands down to her ass. "I know you said you'd give me another son, but I want you to have three more of my babies!"

"Three more? Carter that's seven kids! We got our hands full with the four we got, but adding three more to the mix? You've lost your mind."

"You'll be singing a different tune once you sit on this dick, which by the way..."He rolled Dior over so that she could be on top of him, knowing how she was somewhat insecure about that.

"I'm too big for this, Carter!" She said, trying to roll off of him.

"Stop calling yourself big, mama. You are beautiful and thick as fuck, and I'm trying to drop some dick off in your sexy ass." He smirked, placing kisses on her neck. He then flipped her over on to her back, unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing, revealing her naked body underneath.

"I feel like we're at home and Heaven's just going to burst into the room, like she always does, crying about some damn juice." He said, making Dior laugh.

"I know right! Awww...I miss the kids so much. We should call and check up on them. Only God knows what Dion has them doing over there."

"We'll call them later on, but until then...I'm trying to impregnate my gorgeous ass wife." He leaned down and kissed her once again, grabbing her large breast in his hands. He started kissing her from her lips, down to her neck, slowly making his way to her breasts; giving her nipples a light suck.

"Mmm..." She groaned, biting down on her bottom lip. He then started kissing down her stomach, grabbing ahold of her panties, pulling them off of her and burying his face in between her legs. "Ahh shit!"

"Mmhmm." He groaned, moving his tongue rapidly. Her body jerked, as she sucked in air through her teeth, rubbing her hands across the top of his head. He spread her legs wider, shaking his head vigorously, which made her squirm as she tried to move back. "Now you know better than to run from me, mama. Be still." He gripped her thighs, pulling them apart wider, as he licked and sucked on her clit.

"Shit, Carter!" She moaned, arching her back. Carter never ceased to amaze Dior when it came to him giving her head, only because he always found a way to take her breath away. Pulling down his shorts, Carter climbed back on top of Dior, kissing her lips as he pushed himself into her soaking wet entrance. She let out a gasping moan, pulling her legs up, while her husband gave her every inch of his long, ten inch erection. "Oh my Goddd!"

"Mhm. You bout to take all of daddy's dick today, mama." He grabbed ahold of her legs, pushing them back, as he slow stroked deep inside of her. She groaned, pulling him closer to her, as they shared a passionate kiss. Speeding up his pace, Dior tried her best to muffle out her moaning, but Carter wasn't having that. He didn't care if the whole house heard her, he wanted to hear her moans loud and clear. "Don't cover your mouth, mama. Let me hear you moan."

"No! We're not the only people here, Caaarrrttteeerrrr!" She squealed, as he started ramming deep inside of her.

"What was that you were saying?" Dior moaned louder, clawing at his back as he smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing and Dior knew it too.

Pulling out of her, Carter turned Dior around so she was on her hands and knees, as he slowly entered her again. Dior gasped loudly, grabbing a handful of the sheets, throwing her ass back on her husband.

"Damn baby! Mm...shit!" He hissed. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Dior's hair, pounding deep inside of her.

"AH FUCK! YESSSS!" Dior screamed, no longer caring about anyone hearing what they got going on. "I'm bout to...I'm bout to...shhhiiitttt!" Dior came hard, making Carter bite down on his bottom lip, as he gripped her waist. Feeling Dior's tight walls clenching around him, made him shiver as he found his release deep inside of her. Soon after, they both collapsed down on the bed, breathing harshly as they laid in a spooning position.

"You stay wearing me out." Dior smiled, looking back at Carter.

"You know how I do, mama. Now stop smiling at me before I give you some more of this grown man dick. You know them dimples always have me feel something type of way." He said, licking his lips.

"Yes I know. You tell me every single chance you get."

"So what? You like the compliments, so don't be complaining." He said, slapping her ass. "Now let's call and check on my lil shorties. I miss them."

"Yes daddy." She smiled, showing off her deep dimples once again.

"Better yet..." Carter began, pulling Dior onto her back and climbing on top of her. "We'll call them after round two."

"Carter, no!" It was too late though. Carter was already back inside of his wife and was determined to impregnate her before the retreat was over with.