I Just Can't Stop Loving You

Chapter 16. Be My Girl (Part 2)

And it really was a weekend to remember. 

Michael and Beth hadn't had that much intimate, private time alone together since the twins were born. Not since the days of their first year of marriage, when they lived alone in their little Beverly Hills condo, had they been completely alone. But this weekend, other than the guards at the gatehouse, they were the only humans on their estate until Sunday night. So Michael and Beth took full advantage of that fact.

The first order of business was to take a bath together in their huge, in-ground tub, to clean up from what Beth had done. That was another thing they had not done in several years. They got into that bubble bath under the pretense of talking, but soon were exploring each other's bodies wordlessly. They didn't get out and dry off until the water had cooled... and then Michael sat his wife on her vanity, slid his long fingers into her slit... and did not remove them until she'd come a couple of times.

He then carried her to their bed, laid her down, and proceeded to touch her from head to toe. Between his eyes and his hands, she came to two shivering, shuddering climaxes before she decided one good turn deserved another and her hand cupped his dick again. This time, they didn't bother cleaning up afterward, because they were too sleepy. For the first time in years, they fell asleep in each other's arms, naked and completely satisfied.

The next morning was Saturday. They both woke up at the same time, seven o' clock, looked at each other and laughed. Nearly six years of parenting meant that they didn't even know how to sleep in anymore!

"We should change the bed and clean up downstairs," Beth suggested.

Michael shook his head. "Nah. Let's do what we always do..."

So they put on robes, and hand in hand, ran downstairs to the kitchen where they poured themselves cereal and milk, and settled down in the media room to watch Saturday morning cartoons. It wasn't much different from what either or both of them did on Saturday mornings when the kids were home... except that their hands kept sliding underneath their robes!

"Cartoons make me horny," Michael explained as he enjoyed his wife's breasts, suckling on one nipple, then the other.

"Men," she rasped, arching her back to allow him better access. "Any old excuse, I tell ya..."

Soon, the robes were off and their hands, lips, and tongues were providing lots of mutual pleasure for each other again. The neat thing was that the robes actually meant they didn't have to clean up a third room! They could just throw those into the laundry, and put on some other clothes.

While they were taking that midday break, they did the best they could to clean up. Beth changed the bed while Michael dealt with the living room. He was still scrubbing when Beth came downstairs.

"I don't even think your fans know you know how to do that," she teased, crossing her legs so he could appreciate the royal purple teddy she'd put on.

"Looks like I don't," he complained. "It's not comin' out all the way."

"Don't worry. The maids will be here first thing Monday morning." She held open her arms. "Put that sponge down and come here, baby."

He did, but instead of being enfolded in her arms, he settled her on his lap and kissed her neck.

"You make me so happy, Beth," he said. "I'm so glad you ain't runnin' from me no more."

"I can't resist you," she laughed. "Enid's gonna kick my ass, but I don't care."

"Whatcha mean? She ain't kickin' nothin' on my wife! What she been talkin' about?"

"Well, she's got a point. She and Jackie reconciled, and were happy, and she even had Brandi as proof of that. It didn't keep 'em from divorce court..."