Lifetime of Devotion

"Remember to keep your stamina up dear." She said.

"And why's that?" He answered.

"Because I don't have show up at the vineyard for the next two weeks." She answered. "I told the staff that I wanted to take care of you, so they'll have to manage for now."

She gave him a kiss on his shoulder and then rested her head there for a bit, before adding:

"Also I need to care of your prick, hon. He has been missing in action, hasn't it?" She joked.

Jordan smiled mischievously and started to rub her twat. He was going to need all the stamina in the world to keep up.

***

Good times go fast. But good times sometimes can feel ephemeral because of the emotional highs contrast to the deep lows thereafter. Jordan and Pamela were not like that. They were meant for each other. A sincere and pure union that was meant to thrive and love for the rest of their mortal lives.

First came those two weeks of Pamela's work leave. Filed with amazing sex and wonderful moments of grace, it set the table for the kind of relationship they wanted to have. A true relationship of equals in which both partners would see eye to eye on everything big and small, with a look forward into the future.

They were not perfect however. For Jordan and Pamela wrestling with the demons of death and the past was still very much a part of their lives. They were ultimately each other's only living relative, and they knew that the only thing they could do was to keep going forward for each other's sake. Consequently, they added a new title to each other to bind themselves even further: Business Partners.

It had been stipulated that all of the vineyard was to be left to Jordan in his parents will. Legally, it had changed hands, but practically it was still run by Pamela. That officially changed a month after when lawyers were called to draft a change of ownership that officially made his beloved aunt as much proprietor of their vineyard as he.

As co-owners, they ran the vineyard together like a well-tuned machine. The small staff was more than happy to welcome him into the fold, making sure that he could manage the day-to-day grinding of the business while also taking some of the load away from his overworked aunt. To them, they were simply business partners and relatives, but to each other they were a million times more.

But eventually the years passed and Pamela was not getting any younger. They wanted to sell, leave, and have kids where they could roam free for hours at the time. One day, Pamela heard about a vineyard on sale in the wine regions of Oregon. It was a place to grow pinot noir (not their specialty), but she vowed to make it work and learn. At first, Jordan was hesitant to leave the only house he had ever known, but he knew that it could be exactly what they needed, and for the price and particularly for the piece of mind, it could not be beaten, and besides as long as he was with her, he was always going to be home. He said yes to her delight.

In Oregon they were husband and wife. To her surprise, he took the trouble of buying her a ring and matching wedding bands. Sure, they were never legally married, but to her, she was his mrs. and she was more than happy to spend nights at their new gazebo holding hands and looking at the sunset for it was with her husband and her growing little one in her womb with whom she was contemplating at the beauty of it all.

They named her Toni, just like Pamela's sister. She was born healthy and without complications, and as Jordan opened the door of their house both parents could not be any happier, because in spite of all the upcoming baby "things" and lack of sleep they were going to ordeal, they both knew it was never going to get as good as that moment. They had achieved true happiness.

***

It was late in a spring Friday afternoon when Jordan finally arrived home. He had been working all day at the vineyard with his wife, who had left ninety minutes before. That had been ninety minutes too many for him, because just like any parent with a baby, Jordan just wanted to be home with his wife and their daughter and enjoy the soothing feeling of a night under the stars on a cool spring night.

He arrived to find his wife in the kitchen trying to feed their ten month old baby applesauce in vain. Pamela had been lucky in getting her daughter to breastfeed and drink the baby bottle, but foods that were not milk was a completely different story, and her blouse was paying the price.

"Hey beautifuls" He greeted them.

The baby made a pleasant sound towards her father, while his wife picked a cloth to clean her face. Despite of it all she loved her daughter too much to be upset with her and was quite pleased to see Jordan as well.

"I'm glad you're finally home." She said.

"I'm glad to be here finally." He answered.

After feeding their daughter, they grabbed supper in their backyard, enjoying their spaghetti and wine as the cool air permeated through their naked feet.

The talked about their transition to Oregon and the baby. Oregon wine country was slightly cooler so preserving grapes required a different technique that were just only getting used to. On a somewhat related note, they both agreed they liked these somewhat cool, but not quite cold nights. They were perfect for dinner outdoors with a blanket covering their legs. It was very much relaxing.

"She's asleep." Pamela whispered.

"You wondering how long?" Jordan asked.

She nodded and chuckled. She had started to treasure these quiet moments. Eventually Toni would grow up, and have friends and boyfriends in the house. It behooved them to enjoy the sound of silence.

Then they sat on the gazebo. She held him tightly as she concentrated her view on the sky and the stars above. Up there, deep in the stars, her sister and brother in law where nowadays, protecting them. She didn't want to ask for much, just for her husband and daughter to be healthy and happy. She was done transitioning from place to place, from phase of life to phase of life. Now, she just wanted to live. To live a fulfilling life as a wife, mother, and aunt . That's what she pleaded them that peaceful night.

Soon 11:00 pm arrived, and their bodies started to feel heavy. As they made their way to bed, they checked on Toni one more time. She was fed with a bottle and laid to sleep by her dad. Once done, they started to prepare to sleep, with Jordan being the first one ready, she approached Pamela from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist as she was finishing cleaning her face.

She closed her eyes as she him felt produce a heavy sigh. As she opened her eyes back, she started to contemplate the mirror and the people on it.

"Hello handsome." She said.

She saw herself and contemplated her frame. Her baby weight long gone, but still with the extra large breasts her husband could not stop ogling with her bathrobe featuring prominently her succulent cleavage

"How are you?" Jordan asked.

"Sleepy and a little sore." Pamela answered.

"Sore?" He asked.

She gave him a mischievous smile and he understood, for this was something he didn't have too many chances to experience and she only had so much of it.

Twelve minutes later she found him between the sheets reading a book. With a plain t-shirt and rimmed reading glasses he looked extremely sexy for her, and as she drove her gaze towards his face, she was directed towards his light brown eyes that once they found her, they immediately undressed her heart.

He put the book and his glasses on his nightstand and focused on her. Giving her a good boy smile, he was able to see the reason behind her soreness, and smiling back at him, he realized he could give her the relief she was looking for.

She sat on the bed and grabbed his hands, all while his eyes alternated between her face and her chest. She knew what she wanted and yet, it did feel quite exhilarating to continue the charade. It gave them a break from routine that they enjoyed.

"Your auntie is very sore honey." She said.

"Oh! What happened?" He asked.

"It's my breasts . It's full. It's full of milk. " She moaned.

"Well let me help auntie." He said.

She stood up and let her chemise fall down the floor, revealing her nude body. Her pussy, bald and moist was more than ready for him, but the real stars were on her upper body and in the need of his attention and as she sat on top of him, they pointed straight to his face.

He buried his face between her tits, making her wrap her arms around his head. In this position, she felt the most nurturing, comforting her tired, yet eager lover. Her body, washed away with wonderful feelings for her beautiful nephew and husband, became increasingly aroused and relaxed as he kissed the inner sides of her breasts. She was very much ready to be touched.

He didn't waste any more time. He grabbed her right breast and put her nipple in his mouth. As she felt the first drops of milk leave her body, she immediately groaned. She had been full all day, and her baby had been fed by her dad with a bottle, so she saved herself for her other child, and immediately remembered why she would do this from time to time. It was her way to deepen her bond with her boy and man.

"Suck, baby, suck sweetie." She whispered to his ear.

He was more than willing to abide. Her milk tasted like sweet nectar. A very appropriate taste, he thought, as it matched the personality of its creator. He loved the feeling of feeding from her. He would feel so at peace after a long day of work, with his head encircled by her soft arms and hands. Nothing else mattered, only the feelings that washed over them as her breast was emptied and found relief.

With his mouth still on her nipple, he rolled her around making her lie on the bed. Making an audible sound, he detached from her and removed his clothes, all while Pamela eagerly waited for his nude body.

Smiling, he positioned himself next to her. He knew she was very much ready for him, but he wanted to take his time. And she still had a lot milk for them to experience.

He grabbed her right breast again with his prodigious right hand, making her milk flow again. Soon, his mouth was back on her breast to her delight, aided by her small hands putting gentle pressure on him.

"Almost empty. Keep it up hon." Pamela said.

Jordan kept up, but he had other ideas in mind. He kept sucking her delicious tit, but his hand was now moving southward towards her soaking cunt. As the flow of her mommy juice stopped, he removed his mouth, however, her other juices kept her on her toes, making her gasp as she realized that her clit was now the center of his attention.

Making a moderate speed circling motion with his fingers on her clit was all she needed to moan loudly at that moment. She could only hope that Toni was deeply asleep and wouldn't mind the weird sounds from the other side of the house.

As good as it felt though, it wasn't a cock. It wasn't his cock, so she protested.

"Get between my legs baby. Please, please" She gasped.

He grinned. Her pleasure/sweet torture were very much his exact feelings. Opening her legs wide, she was absolutely ready for him. And as she felt him rubbing her pussy lips with his wonderful tool, he knew that she needed him as much.

"Inside of me. You belong inside of me." She pleaded.

He wholeheartedly agreed, and in one swift motion he was deep inside the only pussy he had ever belonged, making them moan in unison as the ecstasy of their perfect union permeated through their bodies and souls.

He had gone all the way once again, he had literally fulfilled her, with his balls pressing against her moist twat, making her pant for what was about to come to her. Their genitals were going to be rubbed like a well-tuned machine, her milk in her left breast would be consumed and a mindblowing orgasm would bring ever closer to heaven. It behooved them to start.

Quickly, he established a rhythm for them. It had urgency, by it was nevertheless very much erotic. Arching her back, she gave him the gift of her breast and her milk, which he happily accepted as he struck his mouth on her nipple. Her flow of her mommy juice was there for him to indulge in.

"Mmnnn! My sweet boy. My kind and sweet boy...Yes!" She groaned.

Dropping her breast, he concentrated on thrusting into her insides. The constant sweet friction felt divine on his tool, making him aim to go deeper and deeper into her love canal, wanting to get close to her cervix, wanting to make her see stars.

He then went to her lips and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Complementing the kisses, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, implicitly stating that every single part of her flesh was to be touched by him. Sweaty and barely talkative, they increased the pace. Their loins were on fire.

In his delirium, he smiled at her between kisses, implicitly stating how good it felt to be connected to her in this way. The blurred lines between pain and pleasure reflected on his face to Pamela's delight as she reciprocated by tightening her hold on him with her legs and by squeezing his cock again and again, their orgasms were finally here to hit them like a bullet train.

"Oh baby fuck me. Fuck your wife. Fuck your auntie. Please." She moaned between kisses.

"I love you Pammy. I love so much." He moaned back.

They went back to kissing and fucking. They were very close to cumming, and yet, they couldn't help but appreciate how perfect the moment felt. She was hopelessly submitted to him on this bed, wholeheartedly willing to do whatever her strong loverboy wanted.

Her loverboy however, was more interested in connection than domination. As he started to reach the end of the ropes, he found his emotions washing over him. He was making love. He was making love to Pamela. His mommy, his aunt, his wife.

She was his mommy. The woman who made him a man. The woman that he had been relying ever since he was a little boy. The woman he could always lean on. The woman of his life.

She was his aunt. She was his confidant and best friend in the whole wide world. He would never lie to her because she would always make him feel at ease. She had never given up on him, and she had done it all with dignity and grace. She was his hero.

She was his wife. She was her lover and the mother of his child. The girl who stole his heart. Together they shared a beautiful love that so very few lucky ones get to experience. A love that was very much real and right, regardless of what anybody could say. The were meant to live for each other. They were meant for a lifetime of devotion towards one another. Till death do them part.

She broke the kiss and went straight to the point.

"Baby, I'm cumming. Cum for me please! Claim me once more!" She moaned.

"Arghhhhh!!!" He yelled.

Her wishes were acted upon with one swift stroke. Screaming from the top of his lungs, he came with ravaging speed into her womb. Suddenly, thick loads of his seed found their way into her love canal, touching her wet walls, making it contract, and consequently, making her whole body contract, as her orgasms washed over every single muscle, every blood vessel, every single pore.

She screamed out of her heart's content, thanking the thick door and walls of her room for not waking up the baby, as well as her husband for making her see the stars once again.

She groaned in slight disappointment as his beautiful tool left her tight little body. Once empty, her pussy started dripping some love juice, producing giggles in both of them as they realized they had "ruined" yet another set of bedsheets. The sheet's next day crustiness was always endearing.

For Pamela, something that was very endearing as well was her lover's prick. It was still wet with juices. Juices she was eager to snatch. Turning to his side, and without saying a word, she started licking any excess juices from his tool, making sure to leave it completely clean and handsome as it should. Once done, she sat on top him and gave a blissful loving smooch, trying to extend those sweet feelings they had achieved just before.

He went to her neck, kissing and licking downwards towards her chest in search of the rest of her breast milk from before. Happily, it was happy to flow to his mouth, soothing her tit and her whole body as she the weight of her feeding liquid would empty out for the time being. She was sure it would come back with a vengeance pretty quickly, but for now, it felt great for her back to carry her empty mammaries.

Giving her a sweet bite and audible gulp, he announced he was done and ready for bed. Grinning like lovable idiots, they rested in a tangled position as they realized they they were indeed done for the night, and as they bodies started to feel heavy like stones, they whispered to each other "I love you" one last time before succumbing to a blissful sleep.

***

Jordan and Pamela were surprised to find themselves waking up at 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning. With their circadian rhythms all over the place due to their baby, it was relatively pleasant to find themselves waking up at their own volition. It was Saturday, which theoretically meant there was no work to worry about, save for a few emails, thus, there was only one work to do. One they were very much eager to do. Parenting.

After putting some clothes and robes, they made their way downstairs to make breakfast. It was quite the nice meal, as they stole glances of each other as they ate pancakes with bacon and cold brew coffee . But eventually Toni did wake up, and It was Jordan's turn to care of her.

"She needs a new diaper." She grinned.

"Of course she does." He snided.

Twenty minutes later he arrived with baby on hand. Her sweet smiley face melted Pamela the moment she saw her, making her want to hold her little one forever and ever.

Grabbing the baby from Jordan, she sat down and fed her, having a more successful attempt than the day before. Sure, her robe got a slight spill, but it was nothing like the struggle of Friday afternoon. Maybe Jordan's mere presence was enough to behave her, but it still felt like a victory for Pamela. Just holding her pretty, healthy baby always felt like a victory.

But her biggest victory was just right in front of her. As he put the plates and utensils in the dishwasher, she couldn't help but stare at him.

He's an alpha male looking guy, with a tough exterior, and a reserved demeanor. An introvert who thinks before he talks, and who always seems to know what to say. He had scars from the battlefield, and scars on his heart for life he didn't have. But he is not haunted by those scars, instead those are reminders of the roads traveled. Of the bumps along the way, and of the obstacles that they overcame. They were reminders that they were still alive and that their pursuit of happiness was noble and just.

Eventually he did realize that she was staring at him, and it flattered him head to toe. As she stood, he saw their now asleep baby and smiled, and then he saw his wife and smiled even more. She looked radiant and happy simply because she was there with them. And he wholeheartedly agreed with that sentiment, because in this lifetime of love and devotion they had committed to each other, all that they ever needed was with them.

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