“Maybe if you hold me baby, let me come over, I will tell you secrets nobody knows. I cannot overstate it, I will be overjoyed…”


Marco’s idea of a surprise was in the form of lingerie, and he handed Marie the black Victoria’s Secret bag right as he walked out the door to pick up Gabriel. The first thought that raced through Marie’s head was that she hoped he got her the right size. He may have had a perception of her in his mind, but truth was, she was no longer the rail thin little girl he had met years prior. She glanced at the bag’s contents and blushed, figuring that wouldn’t cover much at all.

It was already pretty late, and Marco was bound to be home any minute, but Marie was struggling with the process of getting Sofia to go down for the night. They explained to her that she was not only going to have one baby brother, but now two. It was hard to get her to understand why this second new brother was such a surprise. With the coming of Ryker, she had months to prepare for the fact that she wouldn’t be the only child anymore. But now she was one of three.

After a few minutes of questions about her new brother, Sofia was out. Marie was just sneaking out of her room when the alarm rang, signifying that Marco had entered the house. Still not dressed, but figuring the lingerie could wait, Marie ran downstairs. In Marco’s arms, little Gabriel James was swaddled in a blanket, already sleeping soundly. She took him from Marco’s arms and held him against her body, supporting the back of his neck as she placed him on her shoulder.

Marco and Marie stared at each other, both smiling ear to ear. And finally, Marco tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her. “He’s conked out. Let me get him in bed, and we can do the joyous celebrating tomorrow morning.” Marco took Gabriel back, “I want you changed by the time I get in our room.”

She was off, and needless to say, there was absolutely no problem with the way she looked in what he’d bought. It was obviously something he thought she would look sexy in, and when she tried it on, it was evident that he knew her body well. It was a black lace and fishnet teddy, with a deep plunge neckline. Paired with stilettos, she looked like her body went on for miles. From within their bathroom, Marie could hear Marco shuffling around their bedroom.

Pulling open the bathroom door, she stood in the threshold and leaned against the doorjamb, popping her hip out to the side. She was so embarrassed to be parading in front of him like this. Regardless of the fact that he was her husband, Marie felt like she didn’t have the confidence for this.

Marco stood up from the bed, licked his lips, and ran an anxious hand over his beard. His eyes were darting over her body, soaking in as much visual information as he could handle. “Fuck me,” he whispered, reaching for his pants and loosening his belt. Becoming excited at the sight of her, they had grown tighter in the waist.

Marie strutted up to him and pushed on his chest until he sat back on the bed. When she was satisfied with his position, she spun around and placed her hands on his spread knees, dragging her ass against the bulge in his pants. Marco grinned and leaned back on his hands, watching her create friction with the fabric they wore. Once small moans passed her lips, Marco lifted a hand to his waist and loosened his pants even more until she aided him in pulling them off. While she was preoccupied with ridding him of his pants, Marco pulled off his t-shirt and threw it at the hamper, missing by only a couple inches.

She turned back around and straddled his lap, placing her hands on his shoulders while she circled her hips on top of his. “I love having your babies,” she grinned and pushed her hand through his hair.

He took in her body and moved his fingertips from her neck, all the way down the center of her bare chest until his fingers hit the lace on her stomach. “The process of getting you pregnant is pretty enjoyable,”

Marco held the back of her head in his outstretched palm and kissed her forcefully, bracing her body up with his other arm. He picked her up and carried her over to the body length mirror hanging on the wall. He set her down, and with her stilettos adding three inches to her, she was now only five inches shorter than him, and the perfect height as he stood behind her.

“Do you want me to suck you?” Marie looked at him through the mirror and smirked.

He looked back at her, returning the smirk, and reached over into one of the drawers of the dresser, pulling out a tie. “Yes, but not yet. I’ll put you how I want you,” he reached for her hands and looped the tie around them securely, before reaching up and knotting the other end of the tie around the wrought-iron frame of the mirror. Arms bound above her head, Marco grabbed another tie from the dresser and brought it around to the front of her, “you ready, sweetheart?”

Marie smiled and nodded, humming out as Marco kissed her neck quickly, just before he covered her eyes with the second tie and blindfolded her with it. She wiggled about in front of him, ass rubbing against the cotton of his boxer briefs. Marie only realized he wasn’t behind her when she backed up to feel his hard-on, and couldn’t trace his body. But he was back in moments, rubbing up behind her again, this time pressing the pads of his middle fingers against her clit.

She giggled and threw her head back, letting her mouth hang open when Marco pulled the thin fabric away from her core and tugged it to the side just enough to be out of the way. The warmth of his touch was replaced by a smooth coldness on her lower back.

“You wanna stretch your butt out, baby girl?” He cooed in her ear and the coldness moved further down, slipping between her ass cheeks gently. It was then she was able to identify it as the plug he had bought her, and she nodded. “Tell me,” he whispered.

“I want you to put it in my ass,” Marie whined, backing up against his hand.

Marco licked his fingers and ran them over the metal end of the plug. He placed his wet fingers on the small of her back, “spread em’.” As Marie spread her legs apart further, Marco moved his hand down further to spread her ass cheeks. With the toy pressed against her, she let out a soft groan. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he looked at the back of her head, satisfied when she nodded and then began the slow process of the sinking the plug into her.

Because of the shape, it got progressively wider, until reaching it’s full width before sinking back to the thin base. Marie fidgeted as Marco began pressing it into her. Every so often, she let out a breathy shriek, and when it was halfway in her, her body jerked, “stop… stop…”

He did as she asked immediately, and bent over, kissing the back of her head to allow her to compose herself. His hand snaked from her ass to her clit and rubbed her a couple times before he started back in on the task at hand. Marie’s hands desperately clenched around the tie that bound them together.

Marco looked down and noticed that the thickest part was all she had left to take, and after she got back that, the plug would settle inside of her. “One last go, alright?” He played with her clit as he circled his wrist and pushed forward, eventually just letting go of the toy and watched as it worked its way deeper. Marco leaned in and pressed his lips to Marie’s neck as her hands tugged at the tie around them. “Alright, baby?”

Marie nodded and turned her head to the side as much as possible to kiss his lips. He reciprocated, but also spanked her when their lips connected, and Marie stumbled a step forward. After a series of spanks that left her ass burning a bright red, Marco left her momentarily again, returning with added pressure to her mouth. This time, Marie could feel the pressure was not from his lips, but from the ball gag, and she opened her mouth so he could secure it around her head.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Marco moaned, looking at her elongated body in the mirror. Marie’s eyebrows furrowed as she moaned. And like a cruel joke, Ryker began crying, and Marco flicked his head towards the baby monitor. “I’ll be right back,”

Marie began to protest, groaning out that she was going to be left like this while he handled the babies. But before she knew it, he was gone, and she could hear his voice coming through over the monitor. She tugged against the tie again and shifted her body, this time moaning as the plug shifted inside of her. And she realized that if she swayed at the right angle, she could get it to press down as though she actually had Marco inside of her.

What felt like an hour was probably only ten minutes in actuality, but when Marco replaced his hands on Marie’s hips, she stumbled forward again, feeling more than unsteady in her heels. He pressed up behind her, and she figured that sometime after reentering their bedroom, he had ditched his briefs, because his erection now laid flush against her ass.

With his fingers wrapped around her waist and deep between her legs, Marco bit into her neck, “why are you wet? I haven’t even been touching you,” he teased and slapped his hand down on her clit. The reaction was her body falling completely against the mirror. Marco came forward with her and placed the head of his dick against her entrance. “You want it in?” He watched her through the mirror, smirking when she nodded. “All the way?”

She nodded again and he went from not in her at all to bottomed out in one thrust, and Marie nearly regretted her decision. She squeaked out a scream and her chest heaved violently. Marco pressed his lips to the soft patch of skin just below her ear and wrapped his arms around her waist completely. It kept her body as close to him as possible even though his body kept pushing her forward with every single thrust. Having her sight taken away matched with the inability to touch Marco and also speak to him was a lot in one round, and Marie mumbled against the gag while simultaneously shaking her head.

Marco giggled and pressed his lips against her neck, not yet ceasing his consuming thrusts. “Stay still,” he whispered, able to undo the tie around Marie’s eyes until it fell around her neck. He looked at her through the mirror, clearly unable to hide the pleasure he got from her being positioned for his use. “Better?”

Marie nodded and really for the first time, realized why Marco particularly liked her like this. Her body was stretched out on display for him, and the lingerie he’d gotten her into was doing exactly what it had been made to do. She shook her hips when he got back down to work, in order to get his attention again. When she did, she mumbled something else out against the gag. Only afterwards, did she realize her attempts to convey a message to him were pretty pointless. She was incomprehensible.

He giggled again, thinking she’d try again, but he stopped moving his hips, “you wanna go to the bed?”

She nodded enthusiastically; surprised he actually caught on to what she had been asking for. He pulled out of her and reached up to unhook the fabric of his tie from around the mirror frame. In the same motion, he lifted her up and carried her to their bed, laying her flat on her stomach. He wasted not a moment more getting back inside of her, and that’s how they both finished the night; Marie twitching against the bed with Marco burying himself deeper and deeper inside of her until he climaxed, and subsequently dropped his weight on top of her.

Marco unbuckled the gag, freed Marie’s hands, and carefully removed the plug from her ass before he rolled over onto his back. She tossed the gag into the drawer of the nightstand and rolled on her side, taking Marco’s hands in hers. With his palms touching, she held onto his index fingers with one hand, and tried to loop the tie around his wrists for a change. He was patient with her as it took some time to get him secure, but his intrigue was undeniable as Marie crawled onto his stomach and pushed his arms above his head.

“What are you doin’, pretty mama?” He flashed his bright teeth and readjusted his head on his pillow.

“You always play with me, so now I’m gonna play with you,” she cooed and dragged her fingernails across his chest.

A playful smile splayed across his lips, “you better keep the dildos out of this.”

She smirked, feigning disappointment, “ah man, I wanted to put one up your bum.”

“Better not,” he watched as she went lower, pushing back the sheets as she went.

Once he was exposed, Marie crawled back towards her night table and took the jar of cocoa butter off of it. With her hands greased up from it, she went back between his legs and squeezed his shaft with both her hands, working them upwards, twisting gently in opposite directions. Marco let out a throaty, appreciative moan. He cocked his head to the side to watch her, following the movement of her hands as they slid along his length with ease.

Marie looked up at him, and grinned as his hands clenched into fists above his head. The things she knew he wanted to do to her, but was restraining himself because his hands were bound, was impressive. He chewed on his lip, close to the point of actually drawing blood, and Marie knew what he was craving. He wanted to take her hair in his hand, and force her head down on him until she was choking on his dick. He wanted to have her lips closed around him, allowing him to thrust into her mouth freely. But she wasn’t letting him have that. So with his shaft in one hand and his balls in the other, Marie knew she held all the power.

She let go of his shaft, watching it fall back against his abdomen, and then reached over to grab her vibrator. Still on top of him, she turned it on and held it against herself. Marco’s eyes were heavy with lust and he licked his lips, letting out another groan as his dick twitched involuntarily against him.

Marie positioned herself on top of the underside of his shaft, rubbing her pussy lips along it as though he were actually inside of her. The friction on him was too much all at once, and Marco squeezed his eyes shut.

“Fuck me,” he hissed, taking a deep breath in before reopening his eyes to the lovely sight of his wife getting off on top of him.

“With pleasure,” she returned, looking down to see his shaft getting slicker from the product of her arousal.

“Are you gonna come for me?” Despite being in the position that should’ve been a disadvantage, somehow Marco still managed to become the more dominant one.

Marie nodded and whimpered as the vibrator hit all of the right places.

“Good girl,” he smiled. Marco didn’t know what he wanted to watch more; her pussy gliding over his dick, or her face as it contorted with pleasure.

“Are you gonna come?” Marie asked, the tail end of her question rising in pitch as the vibrator made solid contact with her clit.

He smiled and nodded, looking down as their waists as they slid together. “Yeah baby, I’m gonna come.”

Marie let out a shaky breath with a grin on her face, and bent over to bury her head in the crook of Marco’s neck. The more she gyrated her hips along Marco, the tighter his hands squeezed into fists above his head. He didn’t think it was possible, but Marco could’ve sworn he felt himself get even harder, nearly painfully so. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip and turned his head towards Marie, nuzzling against her cheek. She lifted her head and looked at him, planting a quick kiss on his lips with a moan before she sat back up and moved faster on top of him.

When they came together, Marie’s knees flinched shut and her breasts bounced beneath the see-through lingerie. And Marco’s body stretched out along the bed, his stomach flexing and jerking with each rope of come he released against his abdomen.

Marie smiled and let out a long breath before she reached forward and untied Marco’s hands. The first thing he did with the new freedom was squeeze her thighs in validation. And when she slid off of his lap and ran into the bathroom, Marco leaned up on his forearms, careful to keep his come from touching onto the bed sheets, “come back. I want to cuddle,”

Holding a washcloth underneath a stream of warm water, Marie rolled her eyes. She wanted to cuddle too, but not at the expense of soiled sheets. Getting back to the bed, she carefully wiped Marco’s stomach with the wet cloth. His eyes were locked on hers as his hand drifted over her hip and ass, fondling both while she cleaned him up.

“You’ve got a goofy grin on your face,” she murmured, making eye contact momentarily, before finishing with her clean up. When she was satisfied with it, she went back to toss the washcloth in the sink. She’d deal with it in the morning.

“You just make me so happy,” he grinned and stared again as she came back to him, now in the process of putting on her silk robe. “And you’re fuckin’ sexy in this,”

She bent over and brushed one of her hands through his hair, scratching his scalp gently. After planting a soft and sensual kiss against his lips, she moved her free hand to his beard, “I wanna go check on the kiddies before we go to sleep.”

That became something like a field trip. Marco slid on his underwear and grabbed her hand, and together they stood in the doorway of Sofia’s room first. In the dim glow of her nightlight, they watched her little chest rise in fall with her favorite stuffed animals surrounding her. Satisfied, they walked to the boys’ nursery.

They stood still, between both cribs, and looked at their sons. Marco encircled his arm around Marie’s shoulders and pulled her in tight, pressing his lips to the side of her head. And while one baby was the spitting image of Marco, they couldn’t imagine loving the other baby any less. They were now a family of five, and they were both excited about being able to raise their kids.

Notes

"Overjoyed" by Matchbox 20.

And that's it! It's been a wild ride for just over a year with this story, and I'm equally happy and saddened that it's over. I had a lot of fun writing the relationship of these two, and I hope y'all enjoyed reading it!