Forgot to Tell You Ch. 01

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This story is for readers above the age of 18 and features characters above the age of 18.

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This is an original work of fiction, so any characters that may bear any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental unless otherwise stated within the story itself.

Content Warning: Sexual content. Strong language. Alcohol/drug use.

This story has niche taboo elements such as reluctance, cheating, cuckolding, rough play, anal/painal, pain/pleasure dynamics, and power dynamics.

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Chapter 1

"I'm so glad you're back!" Ailin ran up to Noah and jumped up to hug him. "I missed you so much! I love you!"

She hung onto his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He grunted and took a step back to steady himself, but he smiled. Every day that he got home from work before the sun went down and she was home, his wife reacted the same way, like she was waiting the entire day to see him. He hugged her back, putting his head into her neck, inhaling the coconut smell of her blonde hair. On his arms, he felt the strong muscles on her back when he squeezed her tight.

"I love you, too, baby doll."

It was her turn to grunt and then delightfully squeak when he spun with her encased in his arms. He had learned long ago to take off his gear and badge in the locker room before going home. When she had first moved in over five years ago, right before they got married, she had accidentally hit the panic button on his radio. Being one of the younger policemen at the time, he had taken so much shit for that for months. He didn't stop doing paperwork until three months later when he got married. That had been his former captain's wedding present.

It always made Noah sad to think about Captain Ruiz. That old bastard always busted his balls for every mistake he made ever since he was a rookie, but he always did it with the intention of making Noah learn how to be a better officer. Captain Ruiz was such a great father figure for Noah, it was such a shame that he had died only a year into retirement. To this day, Noah still credited him for guiding him to where he was now, a Sergeant.

"I made you quesabirria." Noah's mouth instantly watered. Then he thought, she only makes that for me when she wants something.

If anyone looked at Ailin, they would never expect her to be anything other than a European white woman, maybe even German-American like Noah, because of her blonde hair and porcelain skin, but she was a güera. A white Mexican. Being the only one in her large family to take after her grandmother on her dad's side, she had grown up constantly getting bullied in the lovingly hateful way only latino families bully each other. They called her Casper, a mennonite, geisha, and güera. And when her more Americanized cousins used to visit her when she still lived in Santa Isabel, Chihuahua during her middle school years, they would call her McLovin, because she was a pasty white nerd. Luckily for her, the bullying had worked in her favor, at least physically. They had motivated her to work so hard on herself that when she moved to the United States for high school, she was involved in every sport she could be throughout the year. For four years she had played on the volleyball team during the fall, the basketball team during the winter, and she was a track star during the spring. She had stayed away from soccer because she really didn't want to fall into the stereotype.

He looked at her suspiciously, an amused grin on his face, "what do you want you honey-trapper?"

She started pulling him by his hand into the house, "nothing! Can't I just do something nice for you because I love you?"

Hmmm, he wondered out loud, letting her know he was skeptical, but he didn't push it. Once inside, she didn't even let him put his backpack in the study as she dragged him to the table. He watched her through narrowed eyes as she moved around the kitchen grabbing things and putting them on the table. She noticed the salt shaker on the table was empty. He watched her reach for the refill container at the top of the cabinet and made to go help her, but the rustle of his clothes caused her to turn around.

"No mi amor, relax! I'll get it." She smiled sweetly at him and jumped to reach for it, landing softly.

Noah laughed, she wasn't really that short, she was 5'6", but the top counter was so high up that she always--well almost always now--asked him to grab things for her from there. He was a little over 6', so it wasn't a big deal, he had been reaching all the high places for everyone since he was a sophomore in high school. So her not letting him help her is what finally convinced him there was something fishy going on.

She thinks she's slick, he thought, smiling a knowing smile while shaking his head.

When she had finally finished grabbing everything they needed to start eating, he had three quesabirria tacos sitting on a plate with the birria broth on the right, the toppings above, and her famous habanero salsa on the left. He grabbed some of the cilantro and diced onion, putting a generous amount on his tacos. Then he grabbed one of the plastic spoons from the center of the table and used it to put a light amount of salsa. He would never admit it to Ailin, but the habanero always made him have the runs for the next day or two despite how delicious the salsa was. Then, like he had been taught by Ailin's brother and father, he drowned the taco into the broth. When he pulled it out, the copious amount of broth dripped from the drenched taco, coating his fingers, and then running down his wrists. Ailin always hated that and she shuddered, imagining the broth run down her own skin, but she didn't say anything now.

He noticed she hadn't even served herself yet and was just staring at him intently.

"Aren't you going to serve yourself?"

"I am." she smiled.

When she didn't go do just that, he gave her a concerned look.

"I just want to see the look on your face when you bite into it. I think I made them even better this time!" She seemed excited, but still, Noah felt something was off.

He looked at the taco in his hand, pulling it closer to his eyes and scanning it for anything abnormal.

"Did you poison them?" he teased.

Mch, Ailin's trademark annoyed noise almost made a smile break through his mock-concerned face. She smacked his arm.

"Who are you all the sudden? My dad?" she scowled, but when Noah looked back at the taco, still concerned, she scoffed, "of course not! Just take a bite, ¡Dios mío, exagerado!"

She was catholic, so invoking God's name was something to be taken seriously.

Noah opened his mouth, taking a massive bite. After a couple of chews, he rolled his eyes and moaned, mmmmmm. Ailin smiled so big that it looked like it was going to reach her ears.

"Sí amor? That good?" She leaned in, looking into his eyes.

"Oh my god, baby doll, this is the best one yet! I swear to God!" He waited for the scolding he usually got when he profaned the Lord's name in front of his devoted wife, but it didn't come.

"You're not just saying that to make me happy, right?" She asked, genuine hope plastered on her face.

"No baby, I'm telling you. These. Are. Amazing!" He took another massive bite.

"Excellent!" She clapped excitedly before finally getting to it, "because I just got off the phone with my mom and we talked about the gb word. You know, a grandbaby?"

"Gosh dang it! I knew it!" He pointed at her accusingly, half genuine betrayal and half amused, "you were just trying to butter me up like a thanksgiving ham. You sweet talking, delicious food making... Delilah!" He looked at her with that mischievous smile of his that always caught her attention, "you... bruja!" When he said it, he tried to say it with as decent of a Mexican accent as he could muster, but his southern, German-American genes were far too strong to let him.

Uhhhhh, she gasped, genuine shock on her face, "Noah Benjamin Wagner!"

His eyes went wide before he started laughing. Soon she joined him.

After a few minutes, she spoke up again, "amor, enserio! This is serious!"

He cleared his throat and wiped the tears from his blue eyes, "baby doll, we talked about this."

She pouted, "noooo, you talked. I listened. Now I want to talk and you to listen!" Her bottom lip quivered.

He sighed, but still his face softened and he raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"Look, I'm twenty-six already. My sister Ana just had her second mocoso! She's only twenty-one! Aldo is on his fourth and Alicia is due next month! She's only eighteen! All my cousins, except for the little ones, already have kids! I'm the only one in the family over eighteen who doesn't!" She thought for a second, "even some of the teenagers already have a baby!" She crossed her arms, her eyebrow furrowed, determined.

"Baby, look. I know how important this is to you, to your family... but we can't afford this right now. Between the car loans, the mortgage for this tiny place, the bills, AND our student loans? We're barely breaking even after groceries." He ran his hands through his slicked back hair, anxiety building in his stomach. "We don't qualify for food stamps, we don't have anyone to help us..." he shrugged, supplicating with his hands for her to understand, "we can't afford a baby. You know I want them, too. We just can't."

Ailin's lips half-curled as if she was going to snarl. Her eyes were angry, but tears welled in them, seemingly quelling the fire.

"I know that! But, aachh--" she groaned, "we'll figure it out. We always do! We need this! I need this! I want to be a mother, so bad." The tears were pouring down the slopes of her beautiful, high-set, puffy cheeks, "I want to look at my baby boy--or girl--" she quickly added, "and see you!"

"Well when we have babies I hope they look more like you," Noah muttered.

"No Noah! They have to look like you!" She had raised her voice a little, something Noah wasn't used to from her, then she broke down, "I'm sorry! It's just that, with everything going on... something is always happening. And you know how I feel about everything, but you are a good person, a good cop! And I pray--Diosito mío knows how much time I spend praying--that you make it back home to me every day! But what if one of these psychos that's on the news hurts you? Or what if--" a sob interrupted her, her breath hitching in her throat.

"Baby doll, it's okay! I'm right here. Look," he sighed, "I know it's dangerous, I'm out there every day. I see what happens on the news firsthand. But--" he measured his words, carefully picking out the best response he could, "I do my best every day to prepare myself to avoid that, or hopefully in the worst case scenario, mitigate the damage. You know how hard I train on the mats, how much I run so I don't run out of steam when the shit hits the fan. You know how much time I spend at the range every week. I do it because I want to--I need to come home to you. If I died now, I'd have to wait until you're nearly a hundred to ever see you again. Dang abuelitas always live so long." He joked, making her laugh.

"Look baby, I understand how you feel. And we will try soon, I promise. Just give us time to pay off at least the cars, then we can talk about it, okay? Just be patient with me, baby."

She sniffed and looked at her hands, rubbing them like she was trying to clean off a persistent stain.

Then she looked up, "okay."

She tried to smile, but it was more of a slight grimace. Noah hugged her tight and then gently cupped her face in his hands. He dried the tears with his thumbs, lightly rubbing her cheeks at the same time. Ailin smiled genuinely this time, a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. He leaned in to kiss her softly and they lingered like that for several seconds before finally pulling apart.

"Let's eat baby." This time he got up and served her a plate of tacos. They ate in silence that was periodically broken by her sniffles.

*Noah*

"Wagner!" The perpetual buzz of the records room broke with the thunderous roar of the police chief.

He was an older man in his late sixties, but with only some salt in his pepper hair, he didn't look a day over forty-five. The rumors were that he had been on TRT and cycling EPO, among anything else that he could safely--relatively safely--do since 2015. But he swore up and down it was just the carnivore diet and near manic levels of exercise. It was plausible, with how muscular the chief was, but not likely. His face was always red and his head had gone up a couple gallons in hat sizes, something commonly associated with TRT. Besides, he watched JRE, which was a dead ringer for middle-aged men trying to hang onto their prime by any means.

"Where's that Aryan bastard at?" Some of the rookies paled in shock, but the veterans just smiled and shook their heads at Chief Calderon's language.

"Sir! You called for me?" Officer Wagner startled the chief, coming from behind him. The chief looked down to see what Wagner had in his arms: he was carrying a fresh coffee mug in one hand and a Bang energy drink in the other with a stack of papers tucked under his arm. He raised his thick eyebrows as he looked back at Wagner's face; his eyes were redder than the devil's cock and his left eyelid was twitching. The poor bastard was on his thirteenth hour on shift getting ready to do paperwork instead of going home and doing the paperwork when he got back his next shift.

For a brief moment, Calderon smiled under his thick mustache. This was precisely why Wagner had been on his radar since becoming Sergeant three years ago. The man was always working tirelessly, doing his paperwork in a timely manner, and still showing up for his next shift on time looking like a million dollars--well, maybe a only a few thousand right now. But then when he saw the confused, derpy smile on Wagner's face, Calderon remembered he had to be tough on his officers, so his usual scowl returned almost instantaneously.

It was like whiplash for Wagner, seeing the chief smile at him, then immediately look pissed again. His own smile disappeared and he tried to hide how hard he gulped. He started to feel the anxiety building in his stomach again, or maybe that was the half a can of bang hitting his stomach after he had chugged it in the breakroom.

"Get your ass in my office, Sergeant!" Everyone's eyes widened at this. Wagner was never in trouble. They stared at both of the tall men as they walked out of the room and down the hall towards the supervisor offices.

"Sir, am I in trouble?" Wagner asked, eyes wide like a scared child.

One thing was being out in the field, adrenaline pumping through his body while he ran after the latest idiot who thought that would be a good idea, and another was speaking to someone who he looked up to and they were seemingly upset at him for no reason. He could handle the former, it was a combination of training and instinct that suppressed his apprehension and genetic need to run away from the danger. But the latter was far less simple. There wasn't any training he had ever received on how to be scolded.

Calderon grunted, first closing the door behind them and then sitting in his chair.

"Quite the opposite, Sergeant. This is an opportunity." Wagner's eyes lit up at this.

"As you know, Lieutenant Davis is retiring very soon. He tells me one month, but I see his old ass still limping from that gunshot he took last year in the hip." Calderon's face shifted, softening ever so slightly, "truth is I don't think he lasts more than a few more weeks. He's lost his nerve, which is a damn shame. I still remember him as a snarky 3rd year almost twenty years ago, always the first to the action and the last to do his paperwork." Calderon chuckled.

Wagner listened intently.

"But since last year, he mostly just wants to do paperwork. I can't say I blame the poor bastard. I don't understand it, but I can't be upset about it either." Calderon sighed, "he was one of the better Lieutenants we have had since I have been here, but that damn gunshot made him age ten years in one. Damn shame." Calderon repeated, taking off his peaked cap and putting his massive hand on his forehead, massaging his temples with his thumb and index finger.

For the first time since Wagner had known Chief Calderon, the older, dark skinned man looked his age. The lines on his face were deep. The crows feet on his eyes were like the muddy beds of an empty river splitting into smaller streams. Without his face tensed into a scowl, Chief Calderon seemed like he was nearing retirement himself.

"But that's life." The chief lamented.

"Ain't that right." Wagner agreed.

"So, now we have come to the opportunity. I want to offer you the chance to take his place."

Wagner's face lit up like it was Christmas and Santa had left him a corvette under a lifted Chevrolet Colorado.

"Now hold on now, it's not a given. You still have to pass the written exam first and foremost. Then you have to go through the gauntlet of interviews. First with the Psych division, then the other supervisors, and finally with me and Morgan," Morgan was head of H. R. and Calderon's wife.

It had only been a hassle the first year of their relationship when they both had not ascended to their current positions yet, but now that they were both at the apex of their respective fields, no one batted an eye.

"That last one is a formality since you've never been in trouble with me or Morgan's side," Wagner smiled hearing the chief say that, "and with that fancy education, I don't think that exam will be an issue for you." Wagner was elated, but he knew he couldn't celebrate yet until they had removed the chevrons from his uniform and replaced them with a silver bar.

Calderon continued, "so all you have to worry about really is that psych eval disguised as an interview and any jealous supervisors."

Wagner raised an eyebrow at Calderon's candor, but his smile didn't leave his face.

"Thank you, sir! So much. You have no idea how auspicious this is!" Calderon and Wagner stood up together, shaking hands.

"There you go with those fancy words." Calderon quipped. "Make sure you are ready to take that exam, it needs to be done this week. Now get out of here." Calderon sat back down in his chair and Wagner put his hand on the doorknob.

Before he opened the door, Calderon cleared his throat, that scowl returning to his face. "Wipe that smile off your face, Sergeant. I have a reputation to uphold here." Calderon allowed himself a sly smile.

"Yes sir!" Wagner smiled even wider. Catching himself, he took a deep--very deep--breath, and furrowed his eyebrows, trying to imitate the chief's scowl as he opened the door and walked towards the records room. He didn't have it down quite yet, but he would have plenty of time to practice that face when he was Lieutenant.

***

Getting home late hadn't been the norm for him throughout his career, but lately, he felt like it was. Since November of last year, less than three months ago, he had probably gotten home over an hour late at least twice a week. Ailin's car was in the driveway, but the lights inside were off.

Is she asleep? He thought.

He carefully opened the door. It was quiet inside, much more quiet than he was used to. And it was dark, so dark he didn't notice the shoes until he stumbled over them, catching himself on the wall of the small entry hall.

"Shit. Why are those there?"

Even though the sun had set a couple of hours ago, far past the time Ailin would meet him outside, she would usually be doing something inside the house. As he exited the small entrance hall, he thought he would see Ailin either doing yoga in the living room that was connected to the kitchen, cleaning to her loud latin music, or doing homework on the kitchen table. But she wasn't.

"Baby doll?" He walked down their long hallway that connected the kitchen to their master bedroom and the study. Then he heard sounds coming from their room. It was a man's voice.

"What the fuck?" Noah whispered to himself, his hand inching towards his hip as he slowly approached the rooms.

Realizing he didn't have any of his gear on, he instead balled his hand into a fist. He could hear the man speaking in Spanish but Noah didn't know what he was saying. Noah still hadn't learned much Spanish even after one year of dating and going on five years of marriage. Then he heard Ailin's voice, she sounded frustrated.

He peeked into the room through the open door from the darkness of the hallway. The light from the television flickered as the images changed, but it was muted. Angling his view a little bit, he could see his wife laying down on the bed.

He breathed a massive sigh of relief realizing that she was talking on the phone. Now that he was so close, she could clearly hear her brother on the other end of the line. He unclenched his fist and was about to open the door when--.

"--piensa que él ni quiere tener hijos conmigo? Ya he hablado con él varias veces." He understood only a few of the words that she spoke, but he understood: quiere was want, hijos was sons or kids, and habla was talk. With how their conversation had gone yesterday about having kids and her tone of voice now, it wasn't looking good for him.

But if that's what she had said, that wasn't true, he did want kids, especially with Ailin. He just couldn't see a future where they didn't end up divorced because of how difficult their life would be trying to stay afloat with a child. He didn't want to end up like his own mother and father: a shitty relationship ending in divorce and split custody.

And they didn't have to, he realized. Getting that promotion promised to make the life they wanted possible. If he became a Lieutenant, it would come with a substantial raise, about twenty thousand a year more than he was already making. That was about six hundred dollars more a check after Uncle Sam fucked him for about 30% of his wages.

Not wanting to let her know he had been eavesdropping on her conversation, he crept away trying not to make any noise that would draw her attention.

*Ailin*

Ailin had left work early, she couldn't stand being there as the families visited. She didn't know if it was some impromptu special day for mothers or anything like that, but everyone was visiting their mother all of the sudden. Being a hospice tech, she was having to see all of these grieving family members; some of them were adults visiting their elderly mothers and others were minors visiting their too-young-to-die mothers. It's like Ailin was being punished in two ways; not being able to see her own mother and not being able to be one. When she had finally burst into tears in front of a young family who had just been told they only had at most a few more days with their mother, the CNO Mr. Victor had sent her home.

"Darlin', you look like you've been tryin' not to cry all day. You haven't done anythin' wrong, but look around," he gestured to the facility's foyer filled with families waiting to visit their loved ones as they suffered in their last bit of time left on this Earth. "You got to go home darlin'. Rest up, and we'll see you again in a couple of days for your next shift."

She nodded her head, trying not to start crying again.

He noticed and reassured her, "we want your usually happy and cheery self back in a couple of days, okay darlin'?" She nodded her head again, tears welling up in her eyes. He opened his arms to take her into a big hug.

"Aww honey, it's alright." The older man had always reminded her of a southern version of her father, so she accepted the hug and buried her face in his chest.

"There there, sweet thing." He patted her head with one hand and gently caressed her lower back with his other hand. He held her like that for a minute, rubbing her back, soothing her, until he felt her disengage.

"Okay." She had said. And then she was gone.

The drive home had just been her singing sad songs, heartbreak songs all the way home. When she pulled into the driveway, she had kicked off her shoes just inside the door. Something she always hated when other people did. But she was sad today, she didn't need to worry about how clean the house looked, about who could come through the door at any moment, she needed to watch tv and cry. She grabbed one of the protein shakes and a meal replacer from the fridge, slamming the door. She really didn't feel like cooking today, which was odd for her.

Ailin chugged the protein shake, not even taking a breath. Then she chugged the meal replacer only a few seconds later, causing her to belch loudly. She took off her tech scrubs and threw them into the special hamper she had for them in case there was some type of bodily fluid on them and grabbed a set of workout clothes.

They were her shittiest, loosest sports bra and shorts when she was working out, but now that she was just going to sulk in them on the bed watching her favorite shows, they were the absolute best set she had.

***

BRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG, BRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG, BRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG.

"Huh?!" She was startled awake by her phone. She squinted at her phone screen, it was her brother Aldo. She groaned, not because it was Aldo specifically, but because she had been having the worst dream and her mind was still groggy.

In it, she was eating a cake, but the cake turned into a big pregnancy test. It was positive. She turned to see Noah, but Noah was much older than she remembered. They were running out of time before she would no longer have him in her life and she needed to have his baby. She excitedly showed him the pregnancy test, that was now closer to regular size, they were finally having a baby. But then she felt a tap on her shoulder and she turned. Now she was at her baby shower, and she was having a girl. Her mom kept asking her how she was going to handle having twins but Ailin kept asking her how she had even gotten there. She wasn't supposed to be there. Ailin kept looking around nervously, expecting someone to take her mother away. Then Noah's dad pointed behind her, asking her which of the three triplets was her favorite. She turned to see three little baby girls staring up at her. Then her dad and Noah's dad handed her a fourth baby, and they told her it was theirs. She started panicking, asking where her mother was. Eventually, Noah was nowhere to be found either. And that's when her phone rang.

"Alo?" She asked groggily.

"Hey what are you doing?" Her brother asked her in Spanish. He spoke some English, but not enough to hold a conversation.

"Sleeping."

"Are you okay? Mom told me how the conversation with Sieg went." They called Noah Sieg because he was German. Ailin didn't think that was funny.

"Ugh, don't call him that. What did she tell you?" She asked, annoyed.

"She said you were complaining that Noah doesn't want to have kids with you."

"That's not what I said! Why does she always do that?"

"Yeah, she said that you told him you wanted kids but that he didn't let you talk and now he told you he didn't want kids. I thought you said he wanted kids?"

Ailin groaned. Her mother was such an instigator. She could never just be at peace, there was always some type of drama she was getting into. And lately, since she decided she needed grandbabies specifically from Ailin, that drama almost always involved Ailin. She felt like she couldn't tell her mom anything or trust her with anything that was happening in her life, or her family for that matter. She was Ailin's mother, but damn that old woman always had to spill the beans like a chismosa. Ailin already couldn't see her mom, so not being able to talk to her about anything just made Ailin feel worse.

"I didn't say that. Is that what she thinks? Does she think that he doesn't want to have kids with me? I've already spoken to him multiple times--"

Aldo interrupted her, "I don't know, güera, that's what she said."

"You already know that you have to take everything she says with a mountain of salt, right?" She rubbed her temple.

"That's exactly why I called you!" Aldo said, acting like he didn't just contribute to aggravating her by making accusations at the beginning, not asking questions like he was insinuating now.

"Baby doll! I'm home!" She heard Noah call from the kitchen.

"Hey, Noah is home. I'll talk to you later."

"Tell him we are all waiting for you to have--"

"Bye!" She hung up the phone before Aldo could piss her off more.

"Baby doll, can you come to the kitchen? I have something I need to talk to you about." Noah called out to her again.

She groaned, "coming, amor!"

/**/*

"Wait!" She couldn't believe her ears.

Now Noah felt like he was Santa delivering Ailin a baby, wrapped in a car seat under the tree, "uh huh." He nodded, that car seat in his head would sure look good in that lifted Chevrolet Colorado.

"Wait wait wait! Does that--?" She covered her mouth and her eyes welled with happy tears.

"Sure does!"

"Are you serious?" She asked one more time before finally letting herself feel the happiness that had been building inside her.

"Yes ma'am. I still need to take that test and then pass the interviews..." He was trying to mitigate the expectations, but he could already see her hopes skyrocketing.

"Amor, no tienes--you have no idea how happy that makes me!" She started hopping up and down. "This morning when I woke up, I was so, so sad! I know, I know! I couldn't help it though. You know? But this, Dios mío, baby. AHHH!" She squealed.

He was happy that she was happy. It's something he always wanted for her: to be happy. She always told him she hadn't had that many opportunities to be happy in her life until he came along. All he could feel was pride in being able to give her that happiness, but as he watched her, he noticed her sports bra. It was kind of loose on her, so every time she jumped, her breasts threatened to jump out of it right along with her. He couldn't stop staring as she started to do a happy dance, and a happy dance for her was a sensual dance to him. Just as he was about to suggest they take this celebration to the room, she stopped.

She had a look on her face that meant trouble for him, "amor! I know what we should do to celebrate!"

"Get started on them babies?" He smiled wolfishly at her.

She smacked his arm, "ayyy no! Descarado! Your mind is always thinking dirty thoughts!" She scolded, even though that was also on her mind.

"Well baby doll, you jumping around like that, what am I supposed to think about?" He eyed her up and down.

With mock-indignation on her face, she covered her sports bra and her shorts with her arms, "not yet! First, take me out to dance!"

If Ailin hadn't been so happy, Noah would have groaned out loud instead of internally. It's not that he hated dancing, but he knew he wasn't good at it.

"Alright, but after we go dancing, you're mine. We need to start mixing the cake batter and then put that cake to bake in that sexy oven." He got closer, rubbing her exposed tummy. His horniness was far too much for him so he slowly slid his hand down from her tummy down to the edge of her gym shorts. Just as his fingertips slipped beneath the waistband, she danced away, humming her denial.

"Nuh uh-uh," she wagged her finger at him. "Not yet until we come back."

"Oh we are going to cum alright." He grinned, reaching for a feel of her sculpted ass and she smacked his hand away, grinning right back at him as if daring him to try it again.

"Cochino!" She called him a pig, but her mischievous smile belied her disgust, "I'm going to go shower. Dress up nice, amor, we're going to dance some salsa."

*Noah*

Noah watched her as she sashayed down the dark hall and disappeared into their room, all her confidence back again. Noah struggled between happiness and horniness thinking about her wonderful ass. She had the hip dips of a volleyball player and the ass of a linebacker, oddly enough. Noah groaned, he had a semi now, but with nothing to do about it except jack off, he decided he needed to cool off instead. If they were serious about that baby making later tonight, he would need to save himself--his semen at least--for that. To distract himself from thinking about making babies with Ailin, he grabbed a snack from the pantry. It was one of those packs of Maria cookies Ailin loved so much. He only ate a couple, he didn't want to have any issues on the dance floor or after, tonight he needed staying power. He reached into the fridge and pulled out a protein shake, grabbed the pre-workout from the pantry, grabbed some ibuprofen from a drawer, and mixed himself a be-ready-to-fuck cocktail for the sleep deprived.

He was disappointed when the now gummy worm flavored cookies and cream shake didn't taste as good as he had hoped, but he chugged it down anyway. Shake, mmm, like Ailin shaking her ass for him. Down, mmmm, like Ailin going down and teasing him. Chugged, mmmmm, "fuck," he whispered to himself, like Ailin chugging his cum like it was her first drop of water in days.

Wait no, he thought. He would have to resist cumming when she inevitably went down on him tonight. He needed to start trying to put that baby in her.

Fuck, he shook his head. Trying to distract himself with a snack hadn't worked when his full-course meal of a wife was naked only a couple of rooms away from him. He set the shaker bottle down and walked towards the room. For some reason, he didn't want to make noise as he approached, causing a tingle to start at the base of his spine and then settle deep down in his loins.

Why? He asked himself. What was this that he was feeling now? He imagined the sensation like caterpillars crawling along a tree branch, looking for the perfect spot to cocoon.

As he went through the doorway of their room and approached the ajar bathroom door, the tingle completely metamorphosed into full blown butterflies. He inched towards the bathroom, scared he would cause the floorboards to whine under his weight. But through the opening in the door, all he could hear was Ailin's favorite music playing and water blasting from the shower head competing to see which was louder. Still, he needed to be quiet.

"Loooove, never knew what I was missing--" he heard his wife sing along to the song. Her voice would never be heard on a radio but it was cute and on key enough with her distinct raspy timbre, Emma Stone in La La Land came to mind, for it to make Noah find it attractive. And right now he found it absolutely tantalizing, drawing him in like a siren at sea.

He peeked through the door and looked at the shower. They had remodeled it a couple of years ago, getting rid of the massive bathtub, instead putting in a little one and expanding the shower and encasing it in glass, since they had both preferred showers. Well, preferred showers together where they had room to be dirty while cleaning up.

His pulse quickened. He felt like he was encroaching on her, invading her personal space, peeping on a secret only he would know was no longer a secret to him. The steam had coated the glass with a layer of condensation that made the images on either side blurry, so he was sure she wouldn't notice him.

But what if she did? His heart skipped a beat. What if she caught him sneaking a peek at her? What would she do? Would she think he was a creep?

He felt a feeling he couldn't describe in the pit of his stomach at those thoughts. But he continued to spy on her.

She was facing the wall perpendicular to the one the shower head was mounted on, giving Noah a view of her right side with her leg lifted up, blocking her pussy from his hungry gaze. She had her foot placed on the built-in tiled bench, ready to wash. He traced her body back up with his sight, the outer part of her breast visible to him. There he lingered. It swayed and jiggled with her movements that to her were unremarkable, innocent even, but to him, intoxicating, inviting. He imagined his hands on them, the supple skin and flesh spilling out: they were more than a handful for Noah. He couldn't quite palm a basketball comfortably, but a volleyball? Yeah, that was perfect. And so were Ailin's breasts. He imagined them being palmed, kneaded, grabbed.

She first squeezed out a generous amount of body wash onto her loofa, making sure she wet it a little as she spread out the soap. Reaching down, she started at her inner thigh, lightly pressing the loofa against her skin, lathering it. When the outer ruffle of the loofa grazed her lower lips, she shuddered, pausing for a brief second. Noah imagined the ruffle being a tongue instead and his mouth watered. He wished he had a clear view of her face to see her expression. But then she continued down her leg. She made sure to scrub her knee and the back of it on her way down to her calf. Here, she lingered, making sure to make it as soapy as she could before moving down to her feet. He kept glancing back up at her breasts. He appreciated how they looked whenever she was bent over, and they especially look delicious right now. The image was blurry, but he used his memory to fill in the missing pixels. He could see it clearly in his mind, her white, porcelain skin, the soft texture of her breast swelling until it was crowned by her areola. It was nearly the same color as her skin, with only a slightly pinkish hue to distinguish the two. And at the peak, was her slightly darker-than-that-shade-of-pink nipple. They were the size of hershey's kisses, which were coincidentally Noah's favorite candy.

Distracted by her movement, Noah refocused on her hands, following them down. Noah had never been a foot man, but he could appreciate a pretty set of them. She used her loofa, cleaning the top of her feet first, occasionally dipping between her toes. Every time she did, she giggled a little. Noah smiled at that.

His own smile unnerved him. Here he was, spying on his own wife like a creep, as if she wouldn't let him watch her or even join her if he just asked. But there was something to that, not asking and being a pair of eyes peering from the shadow. Being a part of something intimate that wasn't meant for you. He felt the connection between that thought and the feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Now, she scrubbed the bottom of her feet, pausing every time the sensation became too much and she would giggle. Then she set the loofa down and started to massage her foot and calf. With her thumbs, she dug into the fat pad of her foot, groaning. Noah imagined her eyes rolling back while it was him giving her that massage, that he was making her moan that way. He could, but for some reason, this: watching her without her knowledge, for right now at least, was doing something for him.

Lieutenant Wagner is a creepy freak, the thought invaded his mind. Where did that come from? He made himself laugh just then and he quickly regretted it.

"Amor?" He felt a panic set in the pit of his stomach. He was found out. He was a creep. Ailin was going to be disgusted with him for sure-- "are you coming to join me?" she said seductively, opening the shower door and peering out, her body still blurred behind the rest of the glass.

Noah chuckled, of course she wasn't upset, she was his wife. His. He could have her any time he wanted, "sorry baby doll, saving this," he grabbed his now nearly fully erect cock in his hand, "for later."

She looked down, noticing he was close to full length, "es eso because of me?" She bit her lip and reached out to it.

"It is, but you'll have to wait until after the club. Only patient, good little blonde Mexicans get this cock." Why the hell did I say that? He thought to himself, but his confidence was at an all time high, so he brushed it off.

She pouted, "Mexicans?" She flicked water at him, her brows furrowed but she was still smiling, "there's others?"

"'Course not baby," he shook his head, "only for you." He laughed and left the bathroom, "I need to change. Hurry up woman, I might leave without you."

"You better not!"