Alex turned, gncing across his back yard, smiling as he did so. A man's home should be his castle, his pce to rex, and this yard was incredible. He had an enormous concrete swimming pool with a bunch of water features, a rge hot tub, a covered outdoor kitchen with multiple grilling options, a garden area, plenty of grass, trees, patio areas with lounge chairs, it was perfect. Alex flipped the switches on his grills, deciding to set the first for low-temperature smoking and the second on high for the reverse sear on his steaks. Once he was done, he saw the dead evergreen on the edge of his yard again and decided to investigate.
As he walked the edge of his property, Alex gazed up at the evergreens. He knew they grew quickly, although he hadn't spent a ton of time on ndscaping courses, and these were pretty tall - about twice his height, towering over him. Between the fence on one side and these trees, they gave him a lot of privacy in his backyard, which was nice. As he approached the dead bush, he caught a whiff of a weird smell, almost like a sharp salt smell, from the roots. Alex gnced around, seeing that the two trees on either side appeared to be suffering, but nothing as bad as the one where the salt smell was strongest. Everything looked like it was being watered properly, but Alex wasn't the expert at trees. He made a mental note to follow up with his ndscaper next week, asking about the tree. Maybe there's some tree disease that makes it smell like salt?, he wondered as he turned and walked back to the outdoor kitchen. The outdoor kitchen came into view, the grills already heating up, the faint scent of smoke mixing with the evening air as Alex approached, his thoughts shifting from the evergreen mystery to the comforting routine of cooking dinner with Kat.
By the time Alex reached the grills, Kat was back outside, a pte of steaks in one hand and a beer in the other for him. He gratefully accepted the cool beverage, flipping open the smoker and pcing the steaks onto the surface. He closed the lid back up, setting the temperature arm, and sat down on the couch, groaning in pleasure as he leaned back into the cushions. A faint tingle warmed his cheek, where Anastasia’s lips had brushed hours ago, like a pulse under his skin. He rubbed it, dismissing it as fatigue, unaware magic stirring. The warmth pulsed again, a strange, electric hum that prickled his skin, a brief pink haze clouding his thoughts. Kat immediately sat next to him, folding her legs underneath, and nuzzling into him, taking a sip of his beer.
"So tell me about this cart girl that made you miss your shot," she teased, looking at him mischievously through her blonde hair. "Do I need to worry about her?" Kat stuck her tongue out at Alex, clearly having fun with the scenario.
"Hah, well, that's funny but no," Alex began. He expined the entire story to her, including the incredibly awkward clubhouse conversation where Fiona had promised him a 'once in a lifetime experience' that 'his wife might like too' as an apology for messing up his putt. Alex had never, would never, cheat on his wife and the first key to that was complete honesty and transparency about every single time someone came sniffing around, seeing if he was willing to stray. He'd had a lot of women try, especially once he got rich, but Alex knew that he was the luckiest guy in the world with Kat and wasn't even remotely interested in trading her out for a newer model.
"So what was the experience?," Kat asked, curious. "Did she say? I didn't know threesomes were part of the Brookhaven membership package."
Alex shrugged, "I honestly didn't ask. I mean, she was being super forward, shirt unbuttoned, looking helpless and sad, offering to make me happy, and even if it wasn't the obvious, it's not like asking what exactly she meant would have made it any better when I turned her down anyway." The temperature arm beeped and he quickly rose, Kat grabbing his beer as he stood, taking another sip for herself and then holding the cool bottle against her flushed chest. Alex stepped over to the smoker, flipping the steaks, and resetting the temperature arm. Alex walked back and sat next to Kat, staring at his wife. "Do you think I should have done anything different? I don't care about the fact I missed the shot and lost."
"No," she gazed at him tenderly. "I guess part of me is just curious what she meant, it's such an unusual phrasing for a girl instead of the usual 'please sir, ravage my tight young body,' but I know you'd never do that. I'll have to see if I can spot her next time I'm at the club, warn her to keep her cws off my husband." She winked, letting Alex know she wasn't actually serious about getting the poor girl in trouble. "I think I've got a tennis slot scheduled for Friday morning, I need to double-check if I've got an opponent lined up or not. I'll ask the concierge if she's working, go say hi, py innocent."
"It sure is a nice club - I'm gd you like the tennis courts," Alex mused. "Expensive, but a ton of amenities, and it's not like we can't afford it. We should grab brunch there on Sunday, I heard a lot of great things about the new chef for the dining room. Want me to book it?" Kat nodded enthusiastically, and Alex pulled out his phone, texting the club's concierge and arranging their reservation. He then moved the steaks to the hot grill to begin the reverse sear, shutting down the smoker, and a minute ter pulled them and the two went inside to eat. Kat pyfully swatted his arm as they entered, her voice teasing, "Don’t overcook my steak, chef. I expect perfection tonight!" Alex chuckled, pulling her close for a quick kiss.
Kat had id out the table at some point earlier, steak knives and forks, a bottle of wine left open to breathe, and a few candles for ambience. Alex left the pte of steaks on the counter to rest for a few minutes while he finished his beer, gncing around the kitchen. He'd left his ptop on the counter earlier in the day, halfway through a new design for his nanofluid. He was getting close to a breakthrough and he knew it, something that could easily squeeze another 5% improvement, but he wasn't there yet. Alex picked up the ptop and walked over to a nearby wall outlet, plugging it in, while letting his mind spin through the problem once more. A five percent improvement didn't sound like a lot at face value, but compounded over all of the oil drilled out of the Texas soil, it would probably net him another 20 million in royalties - not that he really needed the money. It was the challenge that excited him, working on the cutting edge of the industry.
Alex and Kat sat at their kitchen table facing each other across a small and intimate table, eating a modest dinner together as they did most nights - steak, sad, a few homemade sides. They could afford a private chef, but they both enjoyed cooking for each other as well as the privacy afforded by not having help constantly in their house. The most opulent part of the meal was probably the wine, although the Wagyu ribeyes deserved an exceptional wine so he couldn't be upset at the price tag.
He poured the 2016 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon into their gsses, raising his and clinking it gently against Kat's as they smiled at one another across the candlelit table. Kat’s blue eyes gleamed in the candlelight, her volleyball-honed fingers tracing the wine gss’s stem with deliberate grace. The richly marbled steak melted into his mouth, a contented smile on his face as he chewed the meal. He savored the moment, these quiet dinners a reminder of their early days in Austin, scraping by on ramen, dreaming of a future they’d now built together, a life he’d never trade. Kat made appreciative moaning noises, purring, "I love your meat in my mouth" as she did, grazing Alex's calf under the table with her foot, sparking heat in Alex's chest. Her sundress slipped slightly, revealing a tanned shoulder, the curves of her breasts teasing the fabric. Alex gave a pyful grin, knowing his wife meant every word of the double entendre.
By the time the meal was finished, Kat was looking a little more flushed from the alcohol and was aggressively rubbing her foot into his groin underneath the table, her comments only continuing to grow more provocative. Kat leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, "That ribeye was delicious, but I'm ready for dessert - your body is calling me. You think you have enough left to stick in me again, babe?", she asked with a smirk as she picked up their ptes and carried them to the sink to rinse them off. As she stood at the sink, gazing back at him, she slipped a shoulder out of her dress and looked back at him, biting her lower lip. Alex growled, rising from the table and walking toward his wife, who finished turning to look at him as she slipped her dress from her shoulders, standing nude in the kitchen.
Alex marveled at Kat's fwless body, running his eyes up and down her tall figure. At 25, she still was as tight and perky as the college freshman that he'd lost his virginity to, her breasts firm and high without a care for gravity or age. Toned abdominal muscles, firm legs, a juicy ass, she could have been the centerfold of a pornography magazine with those looks, but instead of the fame and attention, she just wanted him. Kat stepped forward, her fingers moving quickly to undress her husband, stripping him naked as well. He stepped forward out of his boxers as she knelt in front of him, taking his cock into her mouth as she quickly tucked her hair into a ponytail. Alex groaned as he felt his wife's tongue envelop his dick, wrapping around the tip and sliding down the base as she bobbed forward.
Kat continued to lick and suck, teasing him as she occasionally pulled her head back and smiled up at him, innocent blue eyes shining as his dick rested her on lips. Finally, Alex could take no more and picked her up, carrying her into their bedroom where he flung the covers to the ground and id her down on the sheets, sliding on top of her. The room glowed softly with the flicker of a bedside mp, the air heavy with the scent of vender from a diffuser, satin sheets cool against their heated skin as they intertwined. His cock nestled into her as he gazed down at her, Kat eagerly helping line him up. Alex slowly pushed his hips forward, driving himself into Kat's wet pussy, feeling the walls of her love embracing him. Kat gasped, her voice loud in the silence of the bedroom, as she picked her legs up, wrapping them around Alex, trapping him in pce inside of her.
"You make me feel alive," she whispered, raising one trembling hand to run across his pecs as he thrust into her. "No one else could make me feel this way. I’m all yours, always." Alex continued thrusting, driving his rock hard cock into her, incoherent moans spilling forth from her mouth as he continued and sped up his pace. With each stroke, he could feel her body clenching around him, their sweat mixing in the bedsheets, and he began to grunt with effort, trying to hold himself back.
Sensing he was close, Kat sped her own pace, rubbing her clit and sucking on her own breast, knowing Alex loved the visual stimution of her pying with her own body while he was inside of her. "Cum in me," she begged, Alex's rhythm growing erratic as he neared climax, feeling Kat's body tensing in her own approach. With a gasp, Alex orgasmed, feeling a shot of sticky white fluid bsting forth from his cock into his wife's waiting womb. Kat screamed in pleasure as her own orgasm came, grinding her body into Alex as he continued shooting more jets of cum into her. Finally spent, Alex colpsed forward, rolling slightly to nd next to Kat instead of on top of her. She y there in the bed, a trickle of cum dripping from her pussy onto the satin sheets, and panted, trying to catch her breath.
"So fucking good," she finally said. Alex managed a weak nod, his own body exhausted from the repeated orgasms and the long day. He pulled her over to him and she rolled, spooning into him as she did, holding his hand between her breasts. Alex breathed in deep, his wife's scent as intoxicating as ever, a mixture of sweat, lust, and something unique to her, and closed his eyes to sleep.
