“What time is it baby?” I asked her.
“3 am,” Jade tells me.
“Are you rested and ready for round two?” I asked her.
“I am ready for anything, as long as it is with you,” Jade tells me.
“How about we go to the shower to start, and work our way back here baby? I ask Jade.
“OK, Asher,” Jade says and starts getting up from the bed and heading for the bathroom. I watch her cross the room and, just watching her walk across the room, I get hard again, and I hop up and chase after her, grabbing her by the waist and then turning her towards me as she starts laughing at me and putting her legs around my waist and I carry her to the shower. I turn it on and as I let it warm up, I start kissing her thoroughly. We stand there for a few minutes kissing before I realize that I am fogging up the bathroom as the hot water is steaming up everything in the bathroom. I put Jade down and adjusted the temperature to not scald us and pulled Jade into the shower behind me. I pick her back up as I had heard her whimper in disappointment when I put her down to adjust the water temperature, and pick up where I left off by kissing her again and again. I push Jade onto the tiled wall and hear a slight gasp as the cold tiles touch her back, but her body heat quickly warms her right back up.
As we continue to kiss, I put some of her body weight onto the wall and adjust my feet to hold her with one arm as I put my other hand between us and start stroking and circling her clit, I can feel Jade start wiggling against me as I keep kissing and stroking her clit before she breaks her mouth away from mine and starts calling out as she is about to cum on my hand. I ease her down the wall and keep one hand on her to help hold her as she continues to shudder. I pick up the body wash and the loofah and start to wash my wife from her neck to her feet. I make sure to pay special attention to her heavy breasts and clean to the top of both of her thighs, washing her front and back, and thanking the Goddess again as I wash her luscious bottom before I grab the hand-held shower nozzle and rinse her front and back off. I then started to wash her hair for her. I never realized how much of a reaction I would get, as this was my first time washing a girl’s hair, and I really enjoyed how much she enjoyed having her hair washed as she leaned back into me while I washed it, so I dug in a little harder and gave her a neck massage as well with my soapy hands. From the reaction I got, I will be making sure that I do this again and again for her. I put some conditioner in her hair and washed quickly, before washing my own hair and then rinsing mine and her hair clean with the handheld. We exit the shower and I grab a thick towel to dry her off with. I really liked going further and further down her body to dry her off and as soon as I got at least halfway dry myself. I picked her up bridal style in my arms and carried her back to my bed. I needed to go ahead and claim my wife again as I lowered her to the bed for round two.
Jade’s Perspective
10 years later
How did I get so lucky? Ten years later, Asher still takes my breath away when he looks at me like that. Tonight is our tenth anniversary and we are taking the kids to spend it with their grandparents at the packhouse. Asher has plans for me and I don’t know what they are exactly, but I do know where we will end up at the end of the night.
Andrew answers the door and our three children run in and hug his legs. Our oldest, Andrew Thomas Morris, named after both of our fathers, is 9 and a half years old and probably conceived on our wedding night. He is absolutely the most handsome boy I have ever seen, with his blonde hair like mine and his father’s beautiful blue eyes, his face is just like his daddy’s, and you already know, I think he is the most handsome man in the world. We call him Drew to avoid confusion, and he dotes on both of his grandfathers.
Our middle child was a girl, and she is me made over, and her father dotes on her as she has my long blonde hair and green eyes, and she is my mini-me. Our little Monica Claire Morris is a joy to be around. She is so easygoing and smart as a whip. She watches more than she speaks, but when she does speak it is always worth listening to. She dotes on both of her grandmothers and on her older brother and her baby brother. She is 6 years old, and I think that she is a wise old soul inside that little body.
Our baby boy has his father’s dark hair and he gets his green eyes from me and is also the most handsome boy in the world as well, as his face is also a carbon copy of his father’s, and I am, of course, biased. We had a harder time naming him as we wanted to also honor my brothers, as well as Dixon, Mason, and Braxton too, but we had too many names to choose from and I didn’t want to leave any of my loved ones feeling slighted. So, I decided that we would let everyone come up with a name, and we had a vote of favorite names chosen and Gabriel Nicholas Morris ended up being the winner. He is 3 years old, and he owns everyone’s hearts. He is a total charmer and I think he might be the favorite of my brothers and Dixon too, as he has them wound around his little finger. He holds his arms up and people rush to get him.
I thought that we were done, but apparently, we weren’t, as I just found out yesterday afternoon that I am almost 3 months pregnant with our fourth and final child (if I have anything to say about it) and four will be enough pups for me. I have asked my parents to come to town tomorrow as I wanted to let everyone know at the same time tomorrow. I will be telling Asher tonight and I cannot wait to tell him that we will be having another baby. I know that he will be over the moon to get the news as he adores each one of his children. I am sure that he will welcome the newest edition with the same amount of love.
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