Contract And Marriage

Maximus

I only asked for three words, but she gave me two sentences. I can’t sit still because my joy knows no bounds. She loves me. Sarina Marcelo Lardizabal loves me, and that’s all I wanted.

She fell asleep after uttering those words, and here I am, staring like a fool at my peacefully sleeping wife. I shook my head, like a teenage boy who just saw his crush pass by in the school corridor. Shit! I’m a grown man and shouldn’t act like this. I should know how to handle situations like this, especially my feelings for Sarina. What else can I do? I’m over the clouds, and knowing how my wife feels towards me made me the happiest and luckiest man on earth.

I took a deep breath and kissed my wife’s forehead before deciding to sleep. Since it was almost morning, I needed to rest so we could go out later and enjoy our last day in Las Vegas before returning to the Philippines tomorrow. I can’t wait to tell Aries how our trip went well.

I needed energy for later so I would have strength for our tour and, of course, for the night again. I wouldn’t let the day pass without anything happening again. Then sleep finally took over me.

It felt great because I slept soundly until I was awakened. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my right arm, where I last remembered my wife resting her head. Her smiling face greeted me.

“Tell me, am I in heaven?” I asked her. She frowned, probably not understanding why I asked that. “Why do I see an angel?” I added, expecting her to smile broadly, but it didn’t happen.

“I didn’t know you liked angels,” she said. “What are you going to do now that I’m Magdalena?” she asked, getting on top of me. That’s when I felt the stiffness of my erection, probably the reason I woke up, which she was likely playing with earlier.

“It’s so early, my wife,” I told her, but my eyes never left her chest. “Do all Magdalenas have no chest?” I asked, raising my hands and placing them under my head as a pillow.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, I’m unique, so take it or leave it,” she replied, following my actions with her eyes. Then she traced her finger on my chest. “Did you know I always looked at your body when you were still in the wheelchair?”

“I knew it, my wife,” I answered, and she laughed softly.

“Then you were so stingy sometimes and didn’t want me to look at you,” she replied, pouting.

“I only said that when I couldn’t control myself anymore,” I replied, which made her raise an eyebrow. “That’s the point when I wanted to pull you, sit you on my lap, and taste you,” I added.

Her smile was so wide, making her look so beautiful, and I couldn’t hold myself back, so I sat up. “And I want to taste you now, my wife.” With that, I kissed her. We were still naked, so it was easy for me to do what I wanted to do to her. That’s the beginning of our morning filled with our bodies’ passionate and heated union.

I don’t doubt she’d be pregnant before we returned home. The thought made me pause. “My wife, can you stop taking your pills already? I want a lot of kids,” I told her, still on top of her with my hard dick inside her. Even though we had finished a few minutes ago, I didn’t want to pull it out because I still wanted to feel the warmth of her core.

“Are you an idiot, Maximus?” she asked. I felt a bit hurt because it seemed she didn’t want to have kids with me.

“You said you love me, so I thought we wouldn’t separate even after our contract ends, so I figured it would be okay with you to have kids,” I replied in a low voice, hiding the pain in my heart.

“Didn’t you see the empty pill bottle? I showed it to you, and you’re still asking?” she said, annoyed.

“What did you buy at the pharmacy when we got my stomach medicine?” I asked, confused, and told her that I was thinking she bought another bottle of birth control pills.

“Didn’t I say vitamins?”

“Just vitamins?”

“What else? Didn’t you see?”

“I didn’t check, thinking it was–” She took a deep breath and shook her head, and I had an idea.

“I didn’t think that you’re so slow when it comes to that, my husband. You’re a well-known businessman, and many people look up to you. Who blew up the bubble of your self-esteem?”

“When it comes to you, I always feel unsure. I always wonder whether you’ll like this or that. I always think if you’re going to be happy if I do this or that.”

She smiled, capped my face with both her hands, and said, “You can always do what you want to do because I know that everything you do is magic.”

I was speechless as her words made my heart flutter, and then I remembered something. “My wife,” I said.

“What?” she asked, still seemingly angry.

“Can you repeat what you said last night?”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Come on, my wife.” I showed my sulking face, hoping she’d give in.

“I already said it, I don’t want to repeat it.”

“Okay, as long as you don’t take it back, it’s fine. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Maximus.” And my smile widened. It was like I drank Viagra because my erection inside her suddenly hardened again, and I intensified my thrusts until we reached our climax again, calling out each other’s names.

Yesterday, we didn’t go out the whole day. Sarina preferred to stay in our hotel room and take advantage of the time. “I just want us to have sex here. Didn’t you say you want lots of kids?” I remembered her saying. “What did you feed me? Or maybe you infected me with your pervertedness, and that’s why I’ve become like this.”

I shook my head as I sat in the airport lounge, watching my wife scroll through her phone, and recalled that conversation from yesterday. She now comfortably uttered the vulgar words she once hesitated to say in front of me. I want to do things with her, dirty things. I can already imagine coming home from work and making love to her for a job well done at home.

“My husband, do you think my parents will like our gifts?” she asked, making me chuckle.

“Why do you need to ask that? And shouldn’t you know better since you know them more than I do?” I asked, my fingers played with the tip of her hair.

“That’s true,” she replied. “They’re simple people. They’d accept anything you give them with all their hearts,” she added. She was still thinking about various things while she bought most of our gifts here at the airport, mostly just T-shirts. We didn’t go shopping since we didn’t go out yesterday. She only remembered the gifts last night, so we went to the airport early to buy at least something. Considering my wealth, giving only T-shirts to my in-laws is embarrassing. I’ll make it up to them on our next trip abroad with Sarina.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her. Our flight was delayed because the pilot of our plane didn’t show up, and they were waiting for a replacement. If it had been in the past, I would have been furious because I hate delays. But since I’m with my wife, I’m probably the calmest and most understanding person on the planet. Yes, that’s what Sarina did to me. He changed me for the better. She’s the only reason I’m reasonable and only see the beauty of everything.

“Not really, I’m fine.” After answering, she moved closer and rested her head on me.

“Are you sleepy?” I asked, worried.

“No, I just want to be close to you like this. Is that bad?” She was creasing her forehead. “Tell me if you didn’t like me being so clingy.”

“Not at all, don’t think that way. You can even sit on my lap if you want. I just thought you might be sleepy, and you could take a nap. I’ll wake you up when our flight is called.”

“No, I don’t want to sleep. Another woman might take advantage and molest you. It would be difficult to protect a perverted man from equally perverted women.” I smiled because she was obviously jealous.

“Did you forget already? I only act like a pervert when I’m with you.” When is she going to believe that I only get a hard-on with her around?

“Hmp!” she replied, pouting. Maybe in disbelief, making me chuckle and shake my head.

We stayed seated until an airline staff member arrived to give us snacks because the other passengers were agitated. I didn’t want to join them in getting angry because I felt sorry for the employees who had to bear the brunt of their customers’ anger.

I let my wife eat the snack even though she said she wasn’t hungry. She finished it all and even started eating the sandwich meant for me. I just shook my head as I brushed her hair with my fingers while she chewed. “Um,” she said, holding the sandwich to my mouth, so I took a bite.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” she asked, and I nodded. She finished the sandwich and drank some water. “I need to go to the restroom.” She stood up, so I did, too.

“I’ll go to the restroom as well,” I said when she looked at me. “And didn’t I already promise I wouldn’t let you go anywhere alone?” I reminded her because I didn’t want a repeat of what those crazy guys did to her, which I later found out was orchestrated by Shirley, according to Mariano.

“I didn’t say anything,” she replied, and I grabbed our luggage before telling her to hold onto my arm, which she did. She was so obedient, and I loved her even more for it.

We reached the restroom, and I let her enter the ladies’ room before I went to the men’s room. I hurried because I didn’t want her waiting for me. Then I came out and stood outside the restroom to wait for Sarina. There was no other way out because the men’s room was before the women’s.

A utility worker pushing a cart with cleaning supplies and trash bins exited the women’s restroom. Two women entered as I continued waiting for my wife.

Then I heard the announcement for our flight. I quickly looked towards the women’s restroom, frowning. Several passengers had gone in and out, but why hadn’t my wife come out yet? I took out my phone and called her, but there was no answer until the last group of women came out, one carrying what I recognized as Sarina’s handbag. Shit!