by Writing Shark
You come home after a hard day at work
It’s early evening as you get out of your shining blue Chevrolet Camaro SS, sling your shoulder bag with your expensive jacket over your shoulder, and walk toward your house. Just like other fathers, your tie is crooked and your shirt is loose, but unlike other fathers, you are full of anticipation and certainty as you walk up the driveway to your house with bouncing steps and a devilish grin.
Your work as an engineer at Gulfstream is brutal and thankless, but it pays well and is exactly what you wanted in life. What would be the downfall of lesser people inspires you, because you have a family that supports you unconditionally. Smiling, you pull out your phone and look at the pictures Alice has sent you as a thank you. Your eldest daughter and you have an agreement in which she sends you a selfie every day to remind you why you are doing all this, and Alice even underestimates the value of the pictures for you. Nevertheless, you have to smile when you see her in her cheerleader outfit in blue, yellow and white. Today, Elise has obviously helped her, because you can see her in all her glory, leg raised, hands formed into two V’s, tongue stuck out cheekily and one eye squinted, your daughter poses for you. Shaking your head, you congratulate yourself again on your well-deserved and earned happiness and raise your head.
‘Thanks for letting me stay over at Elise tonight dad. You’re the best. See you tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it’ she wrote. You send a quick message back and then look at your house.
Your kingdom. Everyone in the family knows that home means your house. Hellen keeps reminding the children and they both know how the world works. You work, you struggle, you earn the money. You earn the respect and gratitude. Your wife helps you, holds the fort when you’re not around, and makes sure your kids have the future you want for them. Alice and Gemma know what you want from them, at least they know a lot, and Hellen leaves no doubt that she is exactly where she is supposed to be.
When you step through the door, your wife is also exactly where she is supposed to be. She is waiting in the hallway of the house you bought with your money. Her hearty, loving smile is, as usual, the first thing you see after a long day at work. Your wife stretches her slender arms out to you, embraces you, presses herself tightly against you and gives you a dainty kiss on the cheek while her hands grasp your shoulder bag and place it on the floor beside you. Then she puts her arms over your shoulders, stands on her tiptoes and kisses you again, this time more intimately.
“Hello, darling,” she whispers in your ear. It’s as if you’ve only been together a few days, not so many wonderful years, as she snuggles against you and your hands feel her body. “I missed you.” Another kiss, Hellen can never have enough of you.
“I missed you too honey,” you say as the stress of work turns into something better. Your fingers dig into the firm flesh of her trained ass and squeeze hard as your wife moans softly.
“Hi Dad!” comes the voice of Gemma from behind you. You let go of your wife, but not before squeezing again. Your children are used to the sight of you, and your hands on your wife’s butt are as common as your lips on each other. You don’t work so hard to pretend in your own home.
“Hey Pumpkin,” you greet, spreading your arms. Gemma enjoys the temporary hug before you break away and her pout is really cute while her mom takes over again.
“Come on in honey,” she says and pulls your work jacket off your body while Gemma tiptoes to hang your bag on the coat rack. You pat her on the head, long and tenderly so she’ll know she’s done a good job, then sit down at the dining room table. “I hope you like meatloaf?” wants Hellen to know.
“I helped!” your youngest proudly announces. You try a bite, taste it, and nod your head in approval.
“Delicious.” The two girls beam at you. For them, the day is perfect.
After dinner, you check homework with Gemma, make some suggestions for improvement, and have her explain various assignments to you to make sure she is at the level you expect her to be. Gemma is an intelligent girl and you don’t have to correct much, but make notes for the future. While you help your daughter, Hellen clears the table, cleans the kitchen and washes the dishes. When she is done, she comes to you and Gemma in the living room, kisses you on the cheek and you pull her next to you on the sofa, giggling. Together with your daughter you watch a movie and Gemma even gets to sit on your other side.
“A lovely evening in the company of two beautiful girls.” Hellen leans against you and Gemma blushes at your words, a good sign for a father. You leave your daughter beside you for a while, put your arm around her shoulders and eat popcorn with her- While Hellen watches you contentedly, Gemma is in seventh heaven and when it’s time for bed she resists the one try you good-naturedly allow her. Then she obeys and goes to her room, not without giving you another quick hug.
While you turn on the news, Hellen cleans up after her daughter, then sits down next to you again.
“What do you want to do now?” she asks quietly, eyes twinkling. You turn your head around to face her. Your wife looks beautiful and has freshened up especially for you.
“Go upstairs,” you say, and Hellen literally jumps off the sofa while your hand lands on her rear.
You made sure the house you moved into with your family was built the way you wanted it and the upper floor is reserved for you and Hellen while the kids live downstairs. While you look at your wife’s butt, which quickly disappears upstairs, you turn the TV up again. Then you watch the news in peace, enjoy the time alone and look forward to the time with your wife while Gemma slowly falls asleep in her room.
Writing Shark 