Too Many(17)



“We have one,” Elijah growls.

“A taller one.” How the fuck did this guy even get through the lock? Never mind. I bet our wife unlocked it when she was setting up for the barbeque. That’s the only way.

I push off the sink, but Elijah is already a few steps ahead of me. I grab his shirt to stop him.

“Take a breath,” I tell him.

“I know that’s the new fuck who moved in down the street that’s always waving at our wife.”

“Kids,” I remind him. We can’t break his waving fingers in front of them. Elijah also can’t walk out the door and punch the guy for stopping by. Who knows, he could have gotten our mail or something. Or he could have stolen our mail just to bring it over here to my wife, who is standing there almost naked.

Elijah takes a deep breath, but as quickly as he starts to get it together, I can see something else spring into his head. “You don’t think…” He looks out the back door to where my wife is standing talking to the guy.

“She invited him,” I confirm. I can see now in his hand is a dish of food.

“Motherfucker. I’ll uninvite him,” Elijah throws out. He once again starts to head toward him, but I grab him back again, this time by his shoulder. We can be possessive cavemen when it comes to our wife. We have on more than one occasion beat our chests like cavemen snatching her out of reach of anyone we thought was looking at her for too long.

“He’s not checking her out,” I tell Elijah. I’m not sure how he’s not. I don’t care that it’s been ten years and two pregnancies, our wife has the best damn body I’ve ever seen. How is he managing to look casual and not show any interest?

I turn my head when I see another man come across the lawn, this one with two little girls with him. The little girls run and jump into the pool quickly, making my wife laugh. They swim over to my daughter. The man walks up to the other, giving him a kiss and wrapping his arm around him.

“Oh,” Elijah says. I start to laugh. Our wife’s eyes come to us as she takes the dish from the man’s hand before heading our way. I slide open the door and let her in. She sets the pasta salad down.

“You two get it together?” She raises an eyebrow as she smirks, looking between us. She probably saw us getting all worked up and was enjoying it.

“Still spanking your ass later,” Elijah tells her. She gives him a quick kiss, unfazed by his comment. He squeezes her ass. She turns and gives me one next.

“I look forward to it.” She turns, heading back outside, making sure to sway her ass at us as she goes.

I’m going to enjoy watching my brother spank her ass later, too. I turn to adjust my hard cock thinking about it.

“We’re going to have to steal her away before this party is in full swing,” I tell Elijah. He nods in agreement. This time I don’t stop him when he heads out the back door. I watch as he shakes the two men’s hands before turning to our wife and throwing her over his shoulder and heading back inside.

“Got her.” I turn and follow him, knowing the kids are being watched. We’ll make this quick. Not too quick but quick enough. We’re in need of a taste of our wife. When we want one, we take it. We played the waiting game once and we never will again. She's ours now and she lets us have her whenever we want.



THE END!

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