We're driving home from the airport with my parents. For the rest of the trip, Sawyer swapped the SUV for a mini-van with club seating so we'll all fit comfortably. Ana and my mom are on one side cooing over Teddy while dad and I sit on the other side, mostly watching them. As I saw my folks come through the gates a little while ago, I was struck by how tired they looked. Of course, considering the lengthy flight they just finished, it's no wonder they look beat but for the first time it really hits me that they're getting older. I think back to when I came here with them the last time and how full of energy they were. As soon as we got off the plane, we all headed to whatever adventure they'd planned. Now my dad's talking about taking a nap as soon as we get to the house. Seeing Teddy on mom's lap, I wonder if he'll be thinking the same thing about me and Ana thirty years from now.
Later on at dinner we plan our week. I'll only be able to join them for one day since there are so many meetings I need to attend in order to wrap up negotiations before we go back home. I'd wanted to join Anastasia and the baby when they did some short tours last week but it didn't work out. My mom is attending a pediatric conference on Monday and Tuesday so Ana will be working and my dad will schedule meetings with some associates here and in Pretoria. It looks like Wednesday will be our tour day and that's good – it leaves me Thursday and Friday to handle all the last-minute details and close the deal. If all goes as planned, we'll be able to stick to our plan for a Saturday departure.
After we've exhausted that topic, mom brings up the request we made for information on my birth father. She and dad explain what records they have and what those records reveal. Dad's brought along some documents for me to read when I have the chance; I'll probably read them on the ride back to the States. Mom reiterates what Ana and I already knew, namely, that none of my blood relatives wanted me after I'd been found. There wasn't much medical history in the files but they did have my sperm donor's name and it's exactly as the apparition told me. They also don't have any information on the whereabouts of any other relatives after I was adopted. This doesn't surprise me, especially since after the move to Seattle there'd be even less reason for them to stay in contact with any relatives. They don't mention anything about his death or any criminal activity so I assume they don't know about it.
The conversation has lasted through dessert and now everyone looks like they're starting to fade. We proceed to the nursery where Carmela's reading Good night, moon to Teddy. She's gotten him ready for bed and we all take turns holding him and saying good night. I'm the last to hold him; after singing my sweet baby boy a lullaby, I put him in his crib.
We agree on a breakfast time and then go to our respective rooms, hoping for a good night's sleep and looking forward to the week ahead.
Our mid-week excursion will be a safari. I don't want Ana to leave the country without experiencing this awesome activity. We fly to Kruger National Park on Tuesday evening; since mom's conference ended mid-afternoon we get a fairly early start. We check in at the Imbali Safari Lodge; once we're all settled we meet again for dinner.
The next day is spent touring in our rented 4x4. Our guide is excellent and takes us to so many spots that it's overwhelming but oh, so magnificent! We're able to see numerous exotic (to us) animals: lions, elephants, leopards, monkeys, et cetera - all the Big Five. Even though I saw most of this before as a teenager, watching it through Ana's eyes makes it all new again. She's already talking about taking Teddy and our soon-to-be-conceived-if-it-hasn't-already child here when they're old enough to appreciate it. I tell her that once the shipping deal goes through there should be frequent opportunities to travel here on business and I'd love to take my family with me.
Back at the lodge, we all have a delicious dinner and share our thoughts on the day's experience. Teddy's with us now and I bask in the warmth of my family surrounding me. Another type of warmth also creeps over me. Several times today we saw animals rutting. Not that I need any inspiration with Ana in my life, but strangely enough, it really put on the desire for me to have her, and judging by the looks she's giving me, I think it did the same for her. Oh, I would love for her to conceive our next child here!
We have an early flight back to Johannesburg tomorrow morning so it's a good excuse for all of us to retire early. Mom and dad go off to their suite and Carmela takes the baby to her bedroom in our suite. As soon as we close the door to our bedroom we're all over each other. After several minutes of intense kissing, I pick her up and carry her to the spacious bed. In spite of my most ardent desire for her, I control myself enough to undress her slowly. She's delightfully passive while I do this but as soon as I finish, she turns the tables and proceeds to undress me.
Once she's done that, a strange dynamic takes over. She places my hands so that I'm grabbing the top of the headboard, then she puts her index finger to her lips, indicating that I'm to remain silent. An amazing calm descends over me as I let her take charge. Ana rarely tops and it's a refreshing change when she does so.
She passes her fingertips over my eyes; without saying a word, she's telling me to keep them closed. We've played with honor bondage a few times so I recognize it and am more than willing to go along. With only four of my senses in play, I find myself tuning in to every nuance of her movement.
The first thing I feel after she closes my eyes is her soft breath blowing in my ear. I know it's almost a cliché but the way she's doing it, so softly and gently, it sends a jolt straight to my dick. Her hair is brushing against the skin of my arms, adding to the sensation.
Next, she leaves tiny kisses, starting at my ear and trailing along my jawline, then down my neck. She continues down to my chest, my previously untouchable area, but now I'm welcoming every little kiss.
Woh! She nipped at one of my nipples! Aaahh! She tweaked the other one with her fingers! My body jumps a little and she immediately places her hand flat on my midriff, signaling that I should remain still. I concentrate on my self-control.
She starts running her fingers lightly, very lightly, from my nipples down to my hipbones. Her hand briefly touches the tip of my dick, whether by accident or on purpose, I'm not sure. Then when I feel the back of her hand on my lips and taste my pre-cum, I know it was deliberate. Oh, woman, you're driving me crazy and I'm loving it!
I feel her hair brushing over my abs and then she's blowing gently along my dick, the same way she blew into my ear, so very softly; the sensation is exquisite. Her fingertips glide lightly up my shaft; my dick gives an involuntary salute. I hear the tiniest of giggles from her; she's really enjoying this game. She places her hands on the inside of my thighs and spreads them apart.
Going back to the fingerplay on my shaft, she now extends her touch all the way down to my balls. It's slightly ticklish and I'm having a very difficult time trying to stay still. Damn, she's good!
After a minute or so of this, she moves around on the bed, up towards my head. Placing her hands over mine on the headboard, she straddles me and lowers herself so that her pussy is near my face but not touching it. I inhale her wonderful womanly scent and my dick grows harder, if that's even possible. She slowly, almost imperceptibly, moves her hips so that her aroma wafts over my nose. I want to taste her so badly but I'm not sure if she'll allow that so I tentatively part my lips and stick out my tongue. I barely make contact with her cleft; it must be what she wants because she lowers herself further. Emboldened by her acceptance of my tongue, I proceed to explore her thoroughly with it. The sweet low sound of her moaning sends another jolt from my ears to my dick. Taste, smell, touch, and sound – it's amazing how blocking my sense of sight enhances the other senses.
My exploration stops when she lifts her hips, leaving me feeling somewhat bereft. I lick my lips, savoring every last taste of her juices. Her hands leave mine and she scoots further down along my body. I'm wondering what's coming next when I feel her hand grab my dick. Hand job? Oh my, no, not a hand job, she's guiding me inside her! Oh, sweet fuck, yes! My dick is inside my wife, his favorite place to be.
Her hips are gyrating while she's also got an up and down motion going and it's making me so fucking hot. My dick is getting ready to explode when she stops. Everything's perfectly still for a minute and I settle down to a lower level of arousal, but then she starts up again. She stops and starts several times, bringing me to the brink, then pulling me back again and it's sheer torture. The student has become the master and I curse myself for all the techniques I've taught her. She's learned them much too well.
"Open your eyes," she commands as she starts another grinding interlude and I almost bust a nut when I see her. She's totally naked, straddling me, and as she moves up and down I can see my dick appear and disappear inside her. But what really gets me is that she's kneading her tits and pulling on her nipples with the most lascivious look on her face. I'm still holding onto the headboard and I can do nothing but watch.
My beautiful wife has certainly evolved from the shy virgin she was when I met her. The young woman who was embarrassed by her nakedness now luxuriates in it. One hand leaves her chest and travels down to her pussy where it massages her clit. She bends forward and puts her wet fingers on my mouth and I lick them hungrily.
She straightens up and starts working my dick at a frenzied pace. Watching her work a tit with one hand, her pussy with the other, and feeling her twat work my dick, I'm using my last reserves of control. Just when I think I have no more, she says the magic words, "Come for me, Christian!" and I explode like a Roman candle. Watching her pleasure herself, I can feel her spasms grab my cock, milking it for what seems like for-fucking-ever. The familiar look on her face tells me she's almost there, too. When she closes her eyes and says, "aaaahhhh!" it sends me even further over the edge.
An eternity later, we both start coming down. When she's caught her breath, she reaches over and grabs my arms, pulling me towards her. We embrace and kiss ardently, wrapped in the warmth of satiety. "I love Domme Anastasia," I whisper.
She giggles, "I don't know why she picked tonight to show up."
"Well, I'm certainly glad she did."
After a few more kisses I feel her stifle a yawn. "Sleepy, are we?" I ask and she nods.
"Well, we'd better get to sleep then. We have an early flight tomorrow morning."
"Yes, and you have a long day full of negotiations," she replies as she lifts off of me. We crawl under the sheet and spoon.
"Good night, Anastasia, I love you," I murmur as I kiss her neck.
"Good night, Christian, I love you," she tells me as she wraps my arms tightly around her.
And as I fall asleep I wonder if I put a baby in her tonight.