Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
But Ranger and I merely shrug.
“You know how much we love giving you a pussy full of semen,” I growl. “And your body was built for motherhood, sweetheart. I mean, didn’t we make love only a few times before you got pregnant with Hermia, Hester, and Helen?”
Bethie rolls her eyes.
“I’ve gotten pregnant within a year of giving birth four times now,” she says ruefully. “I swear, you guys should get vasectomies or something.”
Immediately, Ranger shakes his head.
“No, sweetheart. You can’t take away a man’s virility like that. Besides, we love coming in you bareback and watching the cream spill out afterwards.”
Bethany throws us a wry look.
“After twelve biological children, I don’t think anyone’s questioning your virility,” she says with a rueful smile. “If anything, I think everyone in our small town believes that you’ve got a magic potion when it comes to creating kids.”
I chuckle a bit because she’s probably right. With two sets of twins, one set of triplets, and five singletons, we’re basically fielding an entire football team plus a cheerleading squad. But I’m okay with that. I love my kids, and this is a dream come true.
After all, who knew that this is how our life would turn out? A mere ten years ago, Ranger and I were single docs with a lucrative plastic surgery practice in Manhattan. We saw women for all sorts of cosmetic procedures, ranging from your standard boob job to your not-s0-standard botched facelift. We were playboys, and only concerned with making the next dollar and being seen with a beautiful woman on our arms.
But now, our lives are completely different. After the triplets were born, we decided to leave Manhattan for Long Island. Ranger and I bought a huge thirty-acre estate for our children, complete with staff quarters, a pool, a gym, as well as a children’s playroom and a wonderful garden for the kids to run around in. We didn’t want our kids to grow up in an apartment, although we still commute to the city for our practice.
But we’re not just about cosmetic plastic surgery anymore. With the establishment of the Epinine Foundation, we’re providing free surgical services to children born with cleft lips and cleft palates. Last year, we performed more than a hundred pro bono operations, and have even recruited some colleagues to help. It’s been rewarding, to say the least, and I never thought that I’d enjoy giving myself freely this much.
But that’s what our wife has taught us. Bethany is so generous and sweet, and giving comes naturally to her. She’s constantly giving of her body by letting us share her in bed, and also giving of her time and heart. Bethany quit working at Epinene Medical in order to devote herself fully to our charity, and she’s become a beloved Executive Director.
“Sweetheart, you’re wonderful,” I say, pressing a kiss to her lips. She moans a bit under my touch.
“Thank you,” she breathes before turning to Ranger and pressing a kiss to his mouth as well. Our wife is so sexy, and within minutes, our hands are fumbling at our clothes.
“We have to be quiet,” she whispers. “The kids are asleep but you know how they can be startled awake by even the tiniest sound.”
I nod.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll definitely keep things on the DL.”
But Bethany knows better and she merely giggles as she pulls her panties to the side. Oh shit, that snatch is wet and swollen already, and she toys with it a bit, showing us her gleaming pink.
But then the girl frowns.
“Did I tell you that I heard Wanda is now at Rikers?” she says.
I pause. This is not what I wanted to hear about, but then again, there isn’t exactly a good time to bring up Bethany’s ex-friend.
“What happened?” Ranger asks, his hand still resting on our wife’s breast. He squeezes it before sliding it down to her narrow waist. “I thought she was doing better.”
Bethany’s eyes fill with tears, and my heart flips over. Our woman is such a wonderful person that she feels empathy for someone who meant her nothing but harm.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” I growl. “Wanda was pure evil.”
Bethany swallows hard, trying to hold back tears.
“I knew she was troubled, but I really thought she might get better if she got the right help. But it seems that ever since we had the incident,” she pauses, referring to how Wanda tried to out us, “she’s just gotten worse. She lost all her money, and turned to crime. When I looked her up in the police blotter, it turns out that she fell in with the wrong crowd and was convicted of armed robbery after they held up a convenience store.”
That makes me jerk back with surprise.
“Are you serious?” I ask. “Armed robbery?”
Bethany nods and swallows hard.
“Fortunately, no one got hurt, but Wanda was caught on camera holding a gun to the store owner’s head. She was convicted of Assault One.”