Wrapped Up in Holly (Hart Brothers)

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It was another long day, and I was fucking done. I hadn’t seen my family in what felt like months, and I missed my morning cuddles with Holly. We’ve been solid these past few years because of the marriage counseling sessions we completed and our regular check-ins. I made sure to put my girls before the farm. My wife over the business. And while I, at first, had trouble loosening the reins, it helped with our expansion. Without me getting in the way of myself, others could actually do their jobs properly. And it left me with more time to spend with Riley, Ari, and Holly.

Except for those few weeks in the fall when it was all hands on deck, and I was back to sunrise to sunset days. But it was finally over, and I crawled my exhausted ass upstairs to shower and then planned on sleeping for five days straight.

After a scalding hot shower, I barely bothered to dry off before wrapping the towel around my waist. The steam from the bathroom followed me into the bedroom, clinging to my skin as I lay down on the bed with a grunt, muscles aching.

I yawned and closed my eyes, planning on getting in a quick fifteen minute nap before the school buss arrived, yet my mind wouldn't quit. My brain conjured up the image of my wife, and now all I could think about was how long it had been since we'd last had sex. I imagined her smile and the smell of her skin. The elegant way she carried herself, as if still on a runway. Even at forty years old, my wife was a fucking hottie. No matter how much she'd disagree.

As soon as I brought to my mind's eye the feel of her ass in my palms and the sway of her tits when she rode me, my body responded automatically. My dick stirred beneath the towel.

I slipped my hand under the terrycloth, wrapping my fingers around my growing hardness and reached for my cell phone on the nightstand. Ever since that Christmas a few years ago, taking pictures and videos of my wife had become commonplace. While we still didn't have enough sex for my liking—because I was obsessed with my wife but life always got in the way—when we did, it was amazing. We’d gotten so good at opening up with each other to keep that sparking going. Now, I pulled up the latest video, a strip tease Holly gave me for my birthday.

Groaning at the sight of her bent over, tugging little lace panties down her legs, I go from hard to rock fucking solid. Who needs to Viagra when their wife treats a man to shows like this? I licked my lips, my heart beating a little too fast in my chest as I tightened my fist around my shaft, speeding up as Holly spins around to face me on my screen, biting her lip as her plays with her nipples, stepping closer to the camera. I knew in a few seconds she'll block the entire thing because that night she'd allowed me to taste those sweet little buds, licking and sucking on them before going back to her dance.

I blew out a breath, wishing I could re-enact that right now, when the bedroom door creaked open. I shot my eyes up and there she was. My wife—real life Holly—framed in the doorway.

Not unlike those years ago, her eyes widened, taking in the scene before her. I froze with my cock in my hand, unable to hide what I'd been doing. Her gaze flicked to the phone propped up against the pillow, the soft sounds of a video playing—her laughing and dancing.

But the whole reason for me taking these photos and videos of her were for this exact reason. Because when I wanted to jack-off, I wanted to do it to my wife. So, it was an obvious ploy when she stepped into the room, asking, "What are you doing, Evan?"

I didn't pull my hand away. Instead, I looked her straight in the eyes. "Thinking of you."

A small smile played on her mouth. She nodded towards the phone. "Getting a good show."

I nodded. "The only one I want."

She walked closer, her hips swaying gently and sat on the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out to trace the line of my jaw. "I didn't know you would be finished this early today."

"I didn't either," I answered, back to stroking myself. Hoping she'd take over.

Her gaze flicked to the phone again. "You need some new content?”

"Always."

She huffed a little laugh, cheeks flushing. "What if…"

Her hand slowly closed over top of mine, both of us working together to get me off now. And I was dying.

"What?" I prodded.

"What if we…made a video of us together?"

"You want to make a video of us having sex?"

She nodded, and I sat up, immediately on high alert, my skin prickling almost to the point of pain when Holly dragged her fingertips down the center of my chest. I needed more. I needed all of her.

"Yeah," I grated, pulling her into me, one hand at the back of her head, the other flattening her fingers under mine, guiding them down toward my erection. "I need a video of me fucking you."

She laughed at my desperation, shifting to her knees for a best angle, and I breathed out in relief when her weight settled over me.

"Take your shit off," I said, and my perfect, darling wife smiled wickedly as she curled her fingers around the hem to lift it up.

That's when Ari called up the steps. "Mom! Can you drive me to Sarah's to work on our project?"

Holly pulled back, and I groaned. Growled a curse when she moved off me. I immediately missed the heat of her straddling my hips.

"Let me just?—"

"No." I stood to push her backward. "I'll take her. Riley's at volleyball, right?" When Holley nodded, I pointed to the bed as I crossed to the dresser to dig out some clean clothes. "When I get back, I want you naked and camera ready."

She bit her lip, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Ready for my close-up?"

I finished putting on my sweats and T-shirt before crawling over her, forcing her back to the mattress, nipping at her throat. "You better be."

She tilted her head, giving me more room to kiss up her neck, but I had to get out of her before I couldn't stop. "Be back in fifteen."

I grabbed my keys and wallet from the top of the dresser and stuffed them in my pocket and sent my wife one last look. Downstairs, I waved Ari over to the backdoor. "Ready?"

"I didn't know you were home."

"Snuck in before you got off the bus," I said with a ruffle to her hair.

"Dad," she whined, fixing the ponytail I messed up. "Stop."

I lifted my hands in apology, refusing to believe that she was just a toddler yesterday, and suddenly she was twelve and working on homework that I didn't understand. Riley was a teenager who liked boys, and I hated that.

But I was so grateful for my family. For my girls. For my wife.

Except for when she could be a troublemaker and sends me a not suitable for public photo when I was in my truck with my kid.

I hissed, smacking my cell phone away from the holder so Ari couldn't see her mother naked and touching herself.

My daughter furrowed her brow, probably thinking I was a weirdo before going back to her own cell phone.

"Sorry," I mumbled, coming to a stop a sign. Fortunately, Sarah's house was only a few minutes away. Because I texted Holly back.

Woman.

You're gonna get fuck so hard you won't be able to walk for the next week.

She sent back a close-up of her face, laughing. Challenge accepted.

God, I loved my life.