The Old Neighbor: Epilogue

Author's Note: It's been a pleasure writing this naughty story, but all good things come to an end eventually. This final chapter wraps up Sarah and Albert's story neatly. I'll consider writing small shorts about their new life, but for now, I'll leave things how it is. Thanks for your support, and stay tuned for what I have next on the horizon!

Some time had passed since the divorce was finalized. Sarah kept to herself, refusing to see anyone for a while. She made it clear that she just needed time to herself to process what had happened. Everyone, for the most part, respected that, and she had some relative peace and quiet with her little family. 

Albert was there for her; he practically lived at the house now, and that was enough for her. They were happy in their strange, twisted way. They fucked as often as they could, sneaking in moments whenever it was Alice’s nap time. Her pregnancy with their second went along smoothly. He doted on her belly every night, telling her how proud he was, how perfect she was for carrying his children. 

When the time came, she gave birth to another daughter, Sammy. She was tiny, with pink skin and blonde hair, and shared her mother’s pretty green eyes. Alice adored her new baby sister, constantly patting her head and tugging at her blanket. 

Life seemed steady, even happier now without all the lies. The house bustled with the laughter of children, Albert’s gravelly voice calling Sarah “his woman,” and the quiet rhythm of his new family. For Albert, it was a dream come true in his own, depraved way. The old man had gone from leering at his neighbor’s wife across the fence to bedding her every night and raising two beautiful children he thought he’d never have. He often sat in the rocking chair on the porch with Alice on one knee and Sammy in his arms, smirking like a man who had it all. 

But things took a sharp turn one chilly afternoon. Sarah had just put Sammy down for a nap when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Wiping her hands on her sweater, she padded barefoot to the door and opened it without thinking. 

Her breath caught in her throat.

There, standing on the porch with a polite smile and a bag of groceries in hand, was her mother. 

“Surprise, sweetie!” she said warmly. “I know you said you don’t want to see anyone, but I couldn’t stay away any longer from my one and only daughter.”

Sarah froze, the color draining from her face as her heart hammered in her chest. For the first time in months, the walls of her carefully kept secret life trembled. And behind her, Albert’s familiar voice drifted lazily from the kitchen. 

“Who’s at the door, darlin'?”

Her mother’s brow furrowed as she looked past Sarah at the wiry old man behind her. 

Sarah’s heart pounded so hard that she felt like she was passing out. Of all the days, why today? Why now? She gripped the doorframe tightly, but her mother’s sharp green eyes had already gleamed with suspicious curiosity as she stared at the old man in his faded polo and shorts. 

“That’s your neighbor, isn’t it?” her mother asked, her tone pointed but curious. 

Sarah swallowed hard, panic swelling in her chest. “Um… yes, this is Albert. Albert, this is my mother,” she said quickly, gesturing toward him. “He’s… he’s been helping me out around the house. Fixing things and keeping me company since, you know…” Her words trailed off, the excuse flimsy but believable enough to her mother’s ears so far. 

Albert gave his usual half-smirk and nodded politely, though Sarah caught the edge of amusement in his faded blue eyes.

Her mother’s gaze lingered on him a little longer, skeptical, before she finally brushed past Sarah without invitation, grocery bags swinging at her side. “Well, that’s kind of you,” she said slowly as she stepped inside the house. 

Sarah’s stomach tightened as her mom slipped deeper and placed the bags on a nearby table. She faced Albert, her eyes falling squarely on the wiry old man before extending a greeting hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Albert. I’m Marjorie,” her mother said, her tone clipped but polite. 

Albert let out a small chuckle, the kind that always sounded a little too knowing as he reached out and shook her hand. “Well now, Marjorie… I can see where Sarah gets her looks from,” he said smoothly, his aged eyes twinkling with mischief under the veil of politeness. 

Marjorie only let out a warm laugh at Albert’s words, her sharp edges softening. “Well, thank you, that’s very kind of you,” she said, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face. Without lingering, she turned her attention elsewhere, eyes already scanning the house. 

Sarah trailed after her frantically, her pulse hammering. She shot Albert a pointed, warning look as she passed, as if to say, 'Not now, don’t push it.' He only smirked faintly, folding his arms as he watched the scene unfold.

Marjorie wandered into the living room, and her eyes swept across the room until finally landing on Alice, sprawled happily on the playmat. The little girl squealed and kicked her feet, reaching up as soon as she recognized her grandmother. 

“There you are, my sweet angel,” Marjorie cooed, dropping to her knees and scooping Alice in her arms. The baby gurgled with delight, patting her grandmother’s cheeks as Marjorie laughed softly, kissing her chubby cheeks over and over. 

“I missed you so so much! Your mother is being selfish and keeping you all to herself,” she continued as she bounced Alice. 

Sarah stood watching, wringing her hands. Relief and dread tangled inside her. As heartwarming as the moment was, she prayed desperately that her mother wouldn’t wander further into the house and discover her secret second child sleeping upstairs.

She forced herself to smile as her mom sat cross-legged on the rug, bouncing Alice on her lap and making silly faces that sent the baby into squeals of laughter. “She’s gotten so big,” Marjorie said proudly, brushing Alice’s curls back. “I can’t believe I’ve missed this much.”

“Yeah… she’s growing fast,” Sarah managed, kneeling nearby, trying to keep her voice steady. Her eyes, though, kept darting at Albert. He had settled himself nearby at the edge of the couch as if this were the most normal thing in the world. 

“So, Albert, how long have you been helping Sarah out?” Marjorie asked with polite curiosity.

Albert smiled and shrugged. “Oh, on and off for a while now. Even more so with everything that had happened. She’s got her hands full; I just try to make things easier for her.”

Sarah broke into a shaky laugh. She shot him another warning glare, her eyes begging him to stop there. He caught it and smirked teasingly but didn’t say more.

Sarah excused herself, trying to look busy. She slipped upstairs to peek into Sammy’s room, making sure her baby girl was still asleep, then she hurried back down, pretending she had gone up to fetch blankets or toys. 

Marjorie lingered longer than Sarah had expected. At first, it seemed harmless as she just played with Alice on the rug, cooing and kissing her cheeks, but as the afternoon stretched, her mother’s sharp eyes began to take everything in. 

From the corner of the room, she noticed the little things. A folded polo that definitely wasn’t Alex’s, on top of a neat pile in a basket. A couple of pairs of men’s shoes by the door, not her former son-in-law’s size. A coffee mug on the counter with a chipped veteran’s emblem she’d never seen in Sarah’s cupboards before. 

For a man who was “just helping out,” Albert sure had a lot of his life scattered around here. 

Sarah tried to stay close, fussing over Alice, moving laundry, bringing drinks, but she caught her mom’s gaze drifting, watching carefully. Observing. And then Sarah’s stomach dropped when she noticed that Marjorie focused her attention on Albert’s hand resting sneakily on her as he leaned in to ask something. Too casual. Not the kind of touch neighbors shared. 

Sarah felt her skin prickle. She gave him another sharp look, quickly brushing his hand away. Albert just rumbled a low laugh and walked away.

Marjorie didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she sat back, her smile thinner now, her green eyes quietly dissecting the scene. She saw the little pauses in their conversations, the way Sarah’s cheeks flushed when Albert teased her, and the subtle tension that oddly lingered in the air every time they looked at each other.

With each small detail, her suspicion grew heavier. By the time Sarah’s mom set Alice back on the playmat and folded her arms, there was a glint in her eye Sarah hadn’t seen since she was a girl in trouble. 

The moment was already tense when it happened. Just as Marjorie was watching Albert a little too closely, the house shifted with a faint but unmistakable sound. A muffled whimper, then the creak of something upstairs. 

Sarah froze. Her blood went cold. 

“Uh—I’ll be right back,” she blurted, darting up from the couch and upstairs before she could ask. She took the stairs two steps at a time, her heart pounding as the cries became louder. 

In the nursery, Sammy was red-faced and restless, her little fists balled tight. Sarah scooped her up at once, pressing the baby to her chest, bouncing her gently as she whispered, “Shhh, it’s okay, sweetie… It’s okay, mommy is here.”

Panic set in as Sarah tried to settle the baby down before her mother grew too curious. Every sob from Sammy felt like an alarm bell ringing straight downstairs.

She rested her cheek against the baby’s soft head, trying to hush her, rocking her side to side if sheer will might silence her. But no matter how she soothed, Sammy’s cries carried through the quiet house, bleeding more toward the living room downstairs. 

Sarah closed her eyes, clothing tighter as she nervously nibbled on her bottom lip. She needed an excuse, anything simple and believable if worse came to worst. But she froze in place, hearing the faint shift of voices, then sudden footsteps on the hardwood stairs. 

Her heart pounded even harder as the footsteps climbed the stairs. She nudged the cracked door shut and pressed her shoulder to the frame as she urgently bounced Sammy. 

“Albert?” she called out cautiously. If it were him, maybe he’d distract her mom and buy her some more time. 

But it wasn’t.

“Sarah?” Marjorie’s voice came muffled from the other side, edged with suspicion. “What’s going on in there?”

Sarah swallowed, hushing her baby nervously in her arms. “N-nothing, mom! Just—give me a second!” 

But Sammy wasn’t helping. Her cries pitched higher, the unmistakable sound filling the small room. 

“Mom, please—”

“Sarah, let me in!”

The push grew stronger; Sarah’s feet slid an inch across the carpet as she tried to hold it shut. Sammy wailed against her shoulder, tiny fists grabbing at her sweater.

And then, with one sharp shove, Marjorie forced her way through. The door banged against the wall, and Sarah stumbled back a step, clutching Sammy tight.

Her mother’s eyes widened at once. There, in her daughter’s arms, was a baby she had never met. A baby with downy blonde curls, flushed cheeks, and familiar green eyes.

The silence that followed was deafening. 

Marjorie’s face hardened as she stepped closer. Her eyes looked over the baby in disbelief, then flicked back up to Sarah with a sharp, cutting glare.

“What the hell is going on, Sarah?” she demanded, her voice quivering with fury. “When did this happen? How long? And don’t you dare lie to me.”

Sammy’s voice echoed off the walls, high-pitched and frantic, but Marjorie's voice only rose above it all. She reached out, almost on instinct, brushing a finger against the baby’s chubby arm. Her touch was tender, but her eyes were ablaze.

“You’ve been hiding a whole child from us?” she snapped. “Why didn’t you tell me? Tell us? Your father won’t be exactly happy about this.”

Sarah’s knees felt weak. She bounced Sammy desperately, murmuring nonsense to try to soothe her, but her own tears threatened to spill. “Mom, please—”

“Please, what?” Marjorie shot back, her hands gesturing wildly. “Please don’t be angry? Please don’t ask questions?” My god, Sarah… look at me. You have another baby in this house, and you never said a word! How the hell did you manage to keep this a secret?”

“I—” Sarah stammered, her lips trembling. “I didn’t know how to… I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Marjorie scoffed, her laugh sharp and humorless. “You didn’t know how to tell your own mother that she has another grandchild? That you’ve been, what? Living in secrecy for nearly a year? Lying to everyone?” She shook her head, eyes burning. “You don’t get to hide something like this, Sarah. You don’t.”

Sarah’s stomach churned. Her eyes flicked toward the hallway where Albert was surely listening, and then back to her mother’s piercing gaze. Her throat felt like it was closing. 

She had no idea how to answer this without feeling heavy with guilt. 

Her mother blinked hard, her breath catching as she looked again at Sammy, then at Sarah. Her voice dropped low, measured, like she was piecing things together in real time.

“If I didn’t know about this, I assume Alex doesn’t know either,” she claimed. “This happened right before everything, huh?”

Sarah’s mouth parted, her throat dry. She hesitated, searching for a way out, then gave a small, shaky nod. “Yes,” she whispered, “it did...”

But it came too slow, too strained. And her mother caught it instantly with her maternal intuition.

Marjorie narrowed her eyes, her jaw tightening. “Don’t you dare lie to me, Sarah Mae Taylor. Not about this.” She gestured sharply at the baby, who was still fussing against Sarah’s shoulders. “I can see it all over your face. Something’s not right. What aren’t you telling me?”

Sarah’s chest heaved as her breath sharpened. She bounced Sammy nervously, whispering to calm her. “Mom, please… Can we do this another time? It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated?” Marjorie pressed, stepping closer, her green eyes flashing just like Sarah’s when she was cornered. “You’re my daughter. You think I can’t tell when you’re lying? Tell me what’s going on, now!”

“Mom…” Sarah’s voice cracked. Her eyes stung with tears. “I—I can’t.”

“You will,” Marjorie shot back, her tone trembling with sternness and heartbreak. “If not for me, then for her. For that baby in your arms. She deserves the truth.”

The silence between them stretched, broken only by Sammy’s soft sobs. Sarah’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her grip on her baby became so tight her knuckles were white. 

Finally, she exhaled, her whole body sagging as if the weight of the secrets she’d been tucking away had suddenly crushed her all at once. Her voice was barely a whisper when it came out.

“The baby’s not Alex’s, Mom. She’s Albert’s…”

For a moment, the room was frozen. Marjorie just stared at her, then at the whimpering infant in her arms, her lips parting in disbelief. “Albert? The neighbor? The man downstairs?”

Sarah nodded, a sob catching in her throat.

Downstairs, Albert’s gravelly laugh echoed faintly. Alice had paused mid-play, her little face turned toward the ceiling at the sound of raised voices. Albert knelt down quickly, pressing a stuffed animal into her hands, distracting her with a cheerful growl and silly voice. Her giggles rang out, muffling the tension that seeped from above.

Back in the nursery, Marjorie’s eyes narrowed, her shock hardening into something heavier as she grasped what her daughter revealed. “So, you’re telling me… you were with him while you were still married? You cheated on Alex. I thought you were happy with him!”

Sarah’s shoulders slumped as the words pierced straight through her. She clutched Sammy closer, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t plan for it, mom. I swear I didn’t. But Alex wasn’t there anymore. He worked all the time, he barely looked at me the way I wanted, and he never touched me. I was so lonely, and Albert… he gave me attention. He made me feel wanted again.” Her voice broke. “I know, it’s fucked up… I’m sorry.”

But Marjorie didn’t soften. Her sharp eyes flicked across Sarah’s face, and she sensed the shame went deeper than she revealed. “No,” she said slowly, her voice cool and cutting. “That’s not all. There’s more, isn’t there?”

Sarah shook her head at first, trembling. “Mom, please—”

“There is,” Marjorie pressed, her voice firmer, resolute. “I know that look, Sarah. You’re still holding something back. Tell me.”

The pressure cracked Sarah. Overwhelmed by guilt, she let out a sob and buried her face against Sammy’s soft hair. “It goes back further than Sammy,” she whispered. “I’ve been with Albert… for longer than just the past several months.”

Marjorie’s breath hitched. “How long, then?”

Sarah took a deep breath. “Nearly two years.”

Her mother’s breath hitched again. She blinked, stunned, then slowly, as if pulling the threads together, her mind leapt to the unspoken. Her gaze sharpened, and her voice became cautious and shaky. 

“Sarah… no… is Alice even Alex’s?”

Back downstairs, Albert sat cross-legged on the carpet with Alice perched on his knee. He bounced her gently, his wrinkled hand on her back to keep her steady as she tugged at his collar. Every so often, he’d glance at the stairs that led up to where the faint sounds of the voices he could hear were coming from. He smirked to himself, humming a little tune as he shook a rattle to keep Alice’s attention. 

Upstairs, the nursery was heavy with suffocating tension as Sarah poured everything out to her mother. Her words hung in the air; every secret and sin being dragged out to the light. Marjorie had gone pale, standing stiff with her arms folded as though she needed to hold herself together.

“You lied to me, to your father, to everyone,” Marjorie said at last, her voice low and trembling. “All this time, you let us believe…” She trailed off, shaking her head. “But you were right about Alex. God help, the more I think about it, the more I see it. He wasn’t around. He was never around. And after everything that’s come out about those… sex parties at his company—” Her lips pursed, her face twisting. “Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. But still…”

Sarah sat down heavily in the rocking chair, clutching Sammy close and bouncing her against her chest. Her green eyes brimmed with tears as she rocked, whispering apologies that spilled out more like pleas. “I didn’t want you to find out like this, Mom… I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I’m sorry.”

For a long moment, Marjorie just stared at her daughter before her, raw and undone with shame, with a secret baby from a man Sarah had been having an affair with. She felt angry, betrayed, and disappointed. But beneath it all, she still saw her little girl, the one she had raised, who now looked so small beneath the weight of everything.

Marjorie’s chest rose and fell in long, steadying breaths. She let her arms drop from her chest and stepped closer. “She’s still my granddaughter,” she said firmly, her tone softer. “Despite how you may have… conceived her.”

Sarah blinked, her lip trembling as she nodded, unable to speak. 

Majorie exhaled once more, a long sigh that seemed to drain the tension between them. Then, with a gentleness that broke her stern mask, she held out her arms. “Let me hold her, Sarah.”

Sammy stirred at the shift in the room, her small head turning. Slowly and carefully, Sarah placed her into her mother’s waiting arms. 

Marjorie cradled her, her expression softening as she rocked the baby closely. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered, though her eyesight was still slightly dazed by the high emotions of everything she’d just learned. “What’s her name?”

Sarah sniffled, wiping some stray tears with her thumb. “Sammy,” she said, her voice cracked and wobbly as she smiled. 

When they finally came back downstairs, Sarah’s eyes were still red, her lashes damp from all her crying earlier. Her mother followed from behind, cradling Sammy close to her chest.

Albert looked up from where he sat on the rug with Alice, bouncing her on his knee. His smirk faltered when Sarah leered at him, her eyes stabbing daggers into him for not putting in an effort to stop her mother from going upstairs. He only tilted his head slightly, shrugging as if to say, What did you expect me to do?

Marjorie wasted no time confronting him. She gave Sammy back to Sarah and shot an equally, if not sharper, glare at Albert. “You and I need to have a word,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. 

Albert raised a brow, but he shifted Alice off his lap and stood, folding his wiry arms across his chest. “Sure,” he said smoothly, though he did feel an edge of uneasiness prickling up his neck. 

Majorie didn’t mince her words as she walked him over toward one of the guest rooms downstairs. “You’re an old man who took advantage of my daughter when she was married! You wiggled your way into her life, and now…” she gestured sharply at the living room, “...now there are children in the middle of this mess. I assume you’re well aware that they are yours. And don’t try to lie, because Sarah told me everything.”

Albert chuckled, scratching his jaw, taking this surprisingly well. “With all due respect, Marjorie, your daughter isn’t some lost lamb. She came to me as much as I came to her. And those kids? They’re mine. I take care of them. I take care of her.”

Marjorie’s eyes narrowed as she chewed her cheek, surprised at how committed this old bastard was. “Well… you better. ‘Cause this is your responsibility.”

Sarah sat stiffly on the couch, eavesdropping on their muffled conversation. She sat back, staring at the ceiling as she bounced Sammy with Alice tugging at her legs, hoping to just be swallowed by the cushions. 

After a long stretch of sharp words and heavy silence in the guest room, Marjorie finally stepped out with Albert at her side. Her face was stern, her lips pressed in a thin line, though there was a weariness in her eyes that Sarah hadn’t seen before. Albert, for his part, looked almost amused, as though he took glory from his naughty deeds being discovered. 

Marjorie let out a tired sigh as she moved toward Sarah. Without asking, she held out her arms. Still seated on the couch, Sarah hesitated for a moment before passing Sammy over. Her mother cradled the baby close, rocking her softly, her expression softening just a touch as she looked down at her second granddaughter. 

“You’ve put me in a terrible position, Sarah,” she said quietly, not looking up. “This is not something we can just sweep away. You’re not even close to off the hook with me, Missy. You are going to tell your father everything. He deserves to know. As for the other relatives… I guess we’ll have to figure that all out.”

Sarah’s stomach knotted. “But mom—”

“No,” Marjorie cut her off firmly. “You’ve hidden enough. This family can’t live under lies anymore. If you want me to stand by you, then you have to be honest with him, no matter how much it hurts.”

Sarah opened her mouth to argue, but the words never left her tongue. She just nodded faintly. 

Marjorie then shifted her gaze to Albert. He leaned casually against the doorway. She studied him for a moment before speaking.

“As for you,” she said, her tone sharp but measured, “you’ve tied yourself into this whether you planned to or not. You don’t get to vanish when it’s convenient. You will be there for her and those children. Every single day, in every way, they need you. You’re in this situation deep already, Albert. There’s no backing out now.”

Albert’s lips twitched into something more serious. He gave a short, understanding nod, his voice rough but assuring. “Don’t worry about that. I ain’t going anywhere.”

Marjorie looked back down at Sammy, kissing the baby’s forehead with a sigh. She had a lot to think about, more than she ever imagined when she decided to stop by unannounced. For now, though, she held her granddaughter close, her heart torn between anger, disappointment, and a stubborn, unshakable love for the family she’d just discovered in pieces. 

-

Some time passed, enough for the worst of the storm to settle. It hadn’t been easy for Sarah. Her family’s trust had been shattered, and the first weeks were filled with phone calls, arguments, and long silences that seemed never to end. A few relatives stopped speaking to her altogether, their disapproval too sharp to overcome. But the people who mattered most—her parents, her brothers, and her closest friends—came around.

It wasn’t forgiveness exactly, but a kind of weary acceptance. And the scandal with Alex had made it easier for them to understand. Once the truth about his affairs, the sex parties, and all the corruption at his company came to light, it painted a picture that explained Sarah’s choices in a way that would somewhat justify them. 

But alas, Sarah and Albert had a clean slate to start fresh. They slowly and quietly moved. They sold their houses and left their old neighborhood. Packing up was surreal. She often stared at her garden, where it all started. It felt like ages ago when he seduced her with that stupid, brash bet he tricked her into accepting.

But when the last box was sealed and the moving truck pulled away, she felt something she hadn’t felt in years: freedom. 

Their new town was a bit smaller and quieter. A fresh start where people had no idea who they were, and how their relationship began. A place where Alice and Sammy could grow without the shadow of Alex or without having to hear nasty rumors about how their parents became a couple. 

Albert was almost giddy about everything, strutting around their new house like a man who had won the lottery. “Fresh walls, fresh neighbors, fresh start, hehe,” he rasped, his hand always finding its way around Sarah’s waist. “We get to do this our way now, darlin’.”

And though Sarah rolled her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile. For everything that brought them together, they landed here. A strange family that many would find unconventional and debauched if they knew how it all started. But that was the beauty of this town. No one knew. And they were ready to get settled into this new life. 

-

The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the clock ticking and the baby monitor buzzing in the background. Albert lay sprawled naked across their new bed, hands folded behind his head, the sheets pushed lazily down to his thighs. 

From the bathroom, Sarah’s voice carried through the open arch. “We need to do a proper grocery run tomorrow, baby. We’re almost out of milk, and Alice has been asking about those cereal bars again.”

Albert smirked, staring at the ceiling. “Fine, groceries. But could we keep the list shorter this time? I’m trying not to break my back lugging all that stuff into the house.”

Sarah chuckled under her breath as she brushed her hair in the mirror, slipping into her nightly routine. “And Alice wants to go to the park after. Can you take her? She’s been going on about the swings all day.”

“Park, groceries, got it, love,” Albert said with mock patience, though there was an edge of impatience in his tone. His faded blue eyes flicked toward the archway, where he could see the reflection of Sarah in the mirror. “But hurry up, sweetheart. I’m aching for you.”

Sarah sighed, amused. “You can’t even go one night without complaining, can you?”

“Nope, Albert shot back without hesitation. “Not when I’ve got you in my bed.”

A moment later, the bathroom light flicked off. Sarah stepped out wearing her robe, cinched loosely around her waist. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, damp from her shower, her skin soft and glowing under the dim lamplight.

Albert propped himself up on his elbows, his grin widening. “Mmm, there she is.”

She rolled her pretty green eyes at him but, at the same time, displayed the faintest little smirk. With a small shake of her head, she tugged at the tie around her waist and let the robe slide from her shoulders, pooling at her feet.

Albert's breath sharpened with anticipation, and his cock twitched to life as he drank up her nude form. “Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” he uttered, reaching a hand toward her. 

Sarah climbed into bed and stretched out lazily beside him. Her hand drifted over his stomach, sliding down until her fingers found and curled around his cock, stroking him slowly until he groaned.

Their mouths met, messy and hungry, their lips colliding in a sloppy kiss. Albert’s bony hands roamed her body, rough palms squeezing her hips possessively as their tongues slid together. 

When she broke away for air, his gaze dropped instantly between her sweet thighs. He licked his lips as he stared at her smooth, bare pussy under the dim light. “Goddamn,” he grunted, his voice rough and low, “love how you keep that kitty smooth for me.”

Sarah smirked faintly, still pumping him slowly in her hand, enjoying the way his cock twitched under her touch. She leaned in again, locking lips and twirling her tongue against his.

She shifted lower on the bed, her hand never leaving his cock as their kisses broke into hot breaths and words. 

“Hmm, you’re so eager for me,” she purred, stroking his shaft harder, feeling him throb under her palm.

Albert let out a gravelly chuckle, his voice rumbling with desire. “Been waiting all day for this, baby. Look at you… my sexy little slut, crawling into bed just to take care of me.” His fingers brushed through her damp blonde hair, tugging gently as he tilted his chin down to watch her every move.

Sarah smirked up at him, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “Your slut, huh? You sure do act like you own me.”

His lips curled into that familiar, crooked grin. “Damn right, I do. Who else keeps you this wet? Who else puts babies in you?”

The words made her press her thighs together as she kissed his chest, trailing her lips lower and lower. She moved over his ribs, down to his stomach, each kiss wetter and slower until she reached the thick base of his cock. 

Albert groaned, propping himself up on an elbow to get a better look. “That’s it… Take care of your old man.”

Sarah dragged her tongue along his veiny shaft, savoring the salty taste of his skin. She kissed up his length before wrapping her lush lips around his swollen, leaking head, sliding him into her mouth inch by inch. His hand tightened in her hair as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around him.

“Fuck, that’s good… yes… augh… Sarah…” he rasped, his hips twitching upward. 

She pulled off just long enough to smirk, stroking him with one hand while her other hand cupped his heavy balls. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned in and sucked one into her mouth, then the other, rolling them on her tongue before moving back up his shaft. 

Albert let out a guttural moan, his head tipping back against the pillow. “Jesus, you’re gonna make me blow if you keep going like that. Augh… aahh… suck my cock and balls like a good little whore.”

Sarah hummed around him, the vibrations making him twitch harder in her mouth. She worked him slowly, deliberately, savoring every reaction as his grip in her hair grew firmer, and his breath grew heavier and more ragged with each skillful bob.

She moved in deep, circular motions, her lips sliding down his shaft until his cock pulsed hard in her throat. His groans grew louder, his hips starting to buck, and she could feel him getting close. Just as he was about to cum, she pulled off with a wet pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Albert growled in frustration, his cock throbbing in her slick hand. “Augh—what the hell are you stoppin’ for? I was about to bust.”

Smirking, she crawled up over him, straddling his narrow hips. She pressed his length against her soaked slit, grinding slowly as she stroked him with one hand, keeping the head just shy of slipping inside. 

“Because,” she teased, biting her lip. “I wanted to tell you something.”

Albert grunted, his hands gripping her thighs as he looked up at her impatiently. “Better be good, because I’m dying here.”

She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered, “I’m back on the pill.”

His faded blue eyes snapped wide as a rough sound rumbled from him. “Eh? The hell for? After everything?”

Sarah grinned, rolling her hips against him, teasing his cock with slow pumps. “Because I’m not trying to have ten kids before I hit thirty, Albert,” she said, her tone both playful and firm. 

He growled, his fingers sinking into her skin tightly. “Damn it, girl, you were made for me to fill up.”

Her lips curled into a sly smile. She leaned close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Then make me your wife. You want to knock me up again? Put a ring on my finger.”

Albert’s breath hitched, his eyes locking onto hers. The way she said it, biting her lip, stroking his cock against her wet pussy, sent a shiver of raw hunger through him. For once, the old bastard was caught off guard, his jaw tightening as he stared up at the woman straddling him.

Before he could even get a word out, Sarah shifted her hips and guided his cock inside her, slowly sinking down on him until he was buried to the hilt. His grunt was low and primal, his hands instantly shooting up to grab her ass to anchor himself deeper. 

“Ooohhh, fuck,” the old man groaned, his head falling back for a second before snapping forward, his mouth latching onto her breast. 

Sarah leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest as she rode him slowly and teasingly, her lips parting in soft moans. Albert’s greedy mouth moved hungrily from one tit to the other, sucking hard, his tongue circling her nipples as his hands kneaded her ass like he couldn’t get enough.

Her back arched as she pushed her chest further into his mouth, her green eyes fluttering as she whispered, “God, you’re obsessed with these, baby.”

Albert pulled back just long enough to growl, “Damn right I am,” before sucking her even harder, biting just enough to make her gasp. 

She rocked against him, each thrust drawing a groan from deep in his chest. Her hair fell to form a blonde curtain around them as she leaned down to kiss him again, sloppy and desperate, her body clinging to his as he thrust up into her with raw need. 

His bony fingers dug into her plush ass as he drove his hips up, each thrust rougher than the last. His breath came out ragged against her chest, his lips still wet from her nipples. 

“You think I’m playing around about making you mine?” he growled, his cock slamming deep inside her, his tip prodding her cervix with each heavy stroke. “I can’t wait to see you with my last name, Sarah Jenson.”

Her eyes fluttered, a shiver racing through her as she leaned down to kiss him, her lips hot and messy against his. She bit at his lower lip, tugging it before pulling back with a breathless smile. “Sarah Jenson… huh?” she teased, rolling her hips slowly and making tight circular motions on his lap, milking his cock.

Albert let out a shaky moan from the intense, tight, and wet stimulation. “Damn right. You’re already mine… those babies prove it. Now I want the world to know it. My wife, my woman, Sarah Jenson.”

She nibbled the corner of her lip, the dirty words twisting their way into her mind to create something more than lust, something heavier that made her chest tighten. “Mmm, say it again,” she whispered, grinding down hard.

He slapped her ass, grunting as he thrusted up deep enough to make her moan. “My wife, Sarah Jenson. That’s who you are.”

Her smile widened, green eyes glinting with both heat and affection. “Then fuck me like I already am.”

Albert growled as he rolled her onto her back, his smaller frame pressing against her larger, fuller one into the mattress. His hands pinned her hips down for a moment before he drove himself back inside, burying every inch in one rough thrust.

Sarah gasped into his mouth, their lips locking again as he snapped his hips into her over and over. Her moans melted into his groans, their tongues clashing between gasps for air. 

Her long legs snaked around him instinctively, ankles locking at the small of his back to keep him deep inside her tight pussy. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her chest, their bodies slick as they rocked together, the sheets already damp beneath them. 

The air grew thick and humid, every breath heavy and hot as their skin slapped in a steady rhythm. Sarah clawed at his back, her nails dragging down his wiry muscles while he groaned against her lips, each thrust harder than the last. 

Her cries rose higher, broken gasps spilling between kisses. Her legs trembled, her body clenching tight around him as her orgasm crashed over her.

“A—Albert!” she moaned, arching beneath him as she came, her body seizing with a shuddering climax.

Albert gritted his teeth, hips still snapping, fucking her through it as sweat dripped off them, their breaths ragged and heavy. 

He leaned up suddenly, his chest heaving, and grabbed the backs of Sarah’s thighs. He shoved her legs up and wide, folding her nearly in half against the bed. The new angle made her gasp, her toes curling and nails raking across the sheets as he pounded her harder and faster. 

“F-fuck, Albert!” she cried, her head pressing back into the pillow. “Oh God—right there, don’t stop! Ah! Mhhhmm! Ouuuhhhh!”

His wrinkled face twisted with effort, sweat beading from his brow as his hips slapped against her with relentless force. “You feel that, Sarah Jenson?” he grunted, his voice rough and desperate. “That’s me… staking my claim. My wife. My slut. Mine!”

Her eyes rolled back, a wicked smile curving across her lush lips as she moaned with pure amusement and desire. “Then… then give it to me,” she begged, breathless, clutching at his forearms as he pinned her legs high. “Fill me up, Albert! Make me yours!”

His jaw clenched, every muscle in his wiry frame straining as he fucked her silly, his balls smacking against her ass. His grunts grew jagged, his breaths broken. “Goddamn it, girl… you’re gonna drain me dry.”

Her toes curled, legs trembling as she cried out beneath him, lost in the heat of passion. 

Albert let out a deep, decrepit growl, his face tightening as the pressure finally broke. “Ohhhh fuck—” he hissed, slamming deep and holding her tightly, his body jerking as he emptied himself inside her. His wince turned into a grunt, then into a low, satisfied moan as pulse after pulse of hot cum filled her. 

Sarah’s mouth fell open, moaning through her own shivers as she clung to him, her legs quivering in his grip. “Mmm… yes… give it all to me.”

He collapsed over her slowly, his chest heaving, his lips brushing against hers lazily. “That’s it, Sarah Jenson,” he murmured against her mouth. “My wife.”

Albert’s weight sank onto her, his wiry chest pressing against her breasts as they both panted hard, skin slick and sticky with sweat. The sheets clung to their bodies, damp and tangled, the room heavy with the smell of sex.

For a long moment, they just breathed together, his cock still twitching inside her as the last waves of their climax faded. Then he let out a low chuckle, burying his face in the crook of her neck. 

Sarah giggled softly too, her fingers trailing through his damp, balding head. “Mm… you know,” she teased between breaths, “if you’re gonna keep calling me Sarah Jenson…I'd better get a nice ring out of it.”

Albert snorted, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes, his grin crooked and smug. “Hah. You know better. I would never go cheap on you, darlin’. You’ll get something real nice, promise.”

She laughed, biting her lip as her green eyes sparkled at him. “It better be, old man. I’m not settling for less since I’ve given you two beautiful daughters.”

Albert grunted, leaning down to kiss her again, slow and affectionate. “Trust me,” he said against her lips. “You’re mine now. I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.”

-

The morning light spilled through the windows into the kitchen as Sarah wrestled Alice’s sandal straps into place. The little girl squirmed on the bench, pouting and kicking her feet, while Sarah sighed and brushed loose strands from her face.

“Hold still, Alice,” she muttered, tugging the strap. “We’re already late.”

“No, mama!” Alice squeaked, her tone half-playful and defiant.

Across the room, Albert leaned in the doorway with Sammy perched on his hip. The baby babbled happily, tugging at his collar, while he bounced her absently. 

“Don’t bother, she’s just like me, hehe,” the old man grumbled. “Don’t wanna go sittin’ in some stiff church when we could be doing something better, like having our family lunch.”

Sarah shot him a sharp look as she finally fastened Alice’s sandal into place. “Not helping, Albert.” She let out a heavy exhale as she carefully helped her daughter off the bench. “You can’t just be patient and wait for the hour we’re there? We’ll have lunch anyway, stop being so dramatic.”

He chuckled, bouncing Sammy a little higher. “I’m just sayin', darlin’, you expect her to sit there quiet for an hour? That’s a lost cause, sweetheart. She’s got my stubborn streak.”

Alice babbled something as she began to wander back toward the living room, as if solidifying his point. Sarah sighed and hastily guided the child back with her. “Then maybe her father should set a better example.”

Albert snorted, rubbing his thumb over Sammy’s little hand. “Example, huh? Fine. But don’t come crying to me when she starts raising hell in the middle of the sermon.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, grabbing the diaper bag as she brushed past him. “Not what I meant,” she murmured as she pulled the strap over her shoulder. 

“Come on, Mr. Jenson,” she continued, her tone firm. “We’re going.”

He sighed like a man who couldn’t argue and followed her toward the door, Sammy babbling in his arms. “Alright, alright. Let’s go.”

The service was over by noon, and by the time they found a booth at the little diner down the street, Alice was already nodding off against Sarah’s shoulder, worn out from the long morning. Sammy sat in a high chair beside Albert, smacking her little hands against the table while he distracted her with packets of sugar. 

Sarah eased back into the booth with a sigh, adjusting Alice so the girl could nap more comfortably against her. The faint glint of her wedding band caught her eye as she smoothed her daughter’s hair. Out of habit, her thumb brushed over the new ring, tracing the simple band. 

They hadn’t made a big spectacle of their marriage: no grand ceremony, no rows of guests, no white aisle. Just the two of them with their kids at the local courthouse, one crisp afternoon, their hands linked tight as they signed the papers and exchanged rings. It had felt strangely perfect in that way, private and personal, just like how their relationship began, minus all the depraved sneaking around. 

Albert had proposed in the most unexpected of places, the park. He’d been pushing Alice on the swing while Sarah sat on the bench with Sammy bundled in her arms. At one point, he stopped, crouched down in the gravel, and fished out a small box from his pocket. White dirt still on his knees and the kids laughing around, he’d looked up at her with that crooked grin with a dazzling ring he’d promised and simply asked, “Marry me.”

There had been no hesitation. No weighing the past, no second-guessing. Just a laugh, a rush of tears, and a yes that came out before she could even think. 

Now, every time her thumb brushed over the ring on her hand, Sarah felt a dizzy warmth in her chest. She had never felt this happy before. Not with Alex at their best. For the first time, her life felt like it truly belonged to her.

Albert noticed her staring off as she fiddled with her ring. His lips curled into a sly grin as he leaned back, stretching an arm across the back of the booth. “You keep touching that thing like you still don’t believe it’s real,” he said. 

Sarah glanced at him, her cheeks blushing. “Maybe I still don’t. Sometimes it feels… surreal. It’s only been a few months now.”

He chuckled low, his faded blue eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Well, believe it. You’re my wife now. Mrs. Jenson. Ain’t no taking it back.”

She rolled her pretty green eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips as she looked down at the ring again. “You’re insufferable, Albert.”

Albert leaned in closer, his voice dropping just for her. “Maybe. But you’re stuck with me, sweetheart. Name and all, hehe.”

Sarah bit her lip, fighting the urge to laugh as she shook her head. “Guess I am,” she murmured, her thumb brushing the band one more time.

Across the table, Sammy squealed, reaching out for Albert’s wrinkled hand. He let her grab his finger, and for a moment, Sarah just sat there, her chest swelling as she watched her new family, their family, come into its own. 

-

That night, after the girls were asleep and the house was finally quiet, Sarah slipped into the bedroom in a soft, sexy nightie, her hair tied loosely in a messy bun. Albert was already waiting, naked and smug, leaning back against the headboard as he watched his stunning wife. 

Sarah let the straps fall from her shoulders, allowing the lingerie to pool at her feet. She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her soft hands pressed to his chest as his rough palms slid over her hips and ass, squeezing her plush cheeks possessively. Their mouths met in a sloppy kiss, tongues twirling as she ground down against his lap, teasing until he was groaning beneath her. 

She wrapped her hand around his already throbbing cock and guided him in with practiced ease, sinking down his length inch by inch. His breaths broke into ragged growls as he clutched her tighter. She began to ride him, slow and deliberate, the faint glint of her wedding band catching the lamplight every time she braced her hand against his chest. 

Albert’s lips brushed her ear, his voice a low rasp. “Mmm… you sure you don’t want another one, Mrs. Jenson?” Another baby swelling up that pretty belly? You said I had to make you my wife first. Well… I did. You gonna hold up your end of the deal?”

Sarah’s eyes fluttered, her rhythm slowing for a moment. She nibbled on her bottom lip, looking down at him with a sly smile.

Albert caught the look instantly, his grin widening as if he could read her thoughts. “Ahh… I see that little smile. You remember, huh? Did you get off that stupid pill?”

She sexily dragged her tongue across her teeth until her lips hovered just above his, her voice husky. “Hmm, maybe I am. Maybe I’m not. But if you want to knock me up again…” She kissed him hard, pulling back just enough to whisper. “You’re gonna have to use that big cock to breed the fuck out of this pussy.”

Sarah rode him harder, sinking deep and making slow, tight circles against him that made his toes curl. Her breasts bounced with every thrust of her hips as Albert gripped her waist and guided her, urging her faster. 

But soon, his primal hunger won out. With a deep grunt, he grabbed her and rolled them, flipping her down onto the mattress. Sarah landed face-down, her ass arched high in the air, her pussy soaking wet as her arousal dripped onto the sheets below. Albert crouched behind her on the bed, grabbing her hips as he shoved his cock deep inside her cunt with one hard thrust.

She gasped, her teeth sinking into the damp sheets to stifle her loud moans as he started pounding into her tight pussy, rough and relentless. His heavy balls swung with each smack of his narrow hips against her perfectly round ass, the sound of wet flesh echoing through the humid room.

“Ohh-fuck, Albert,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the sheets, her green eyes rolling back as his cock drove deep, slamming against her cervix. “Breed me… breed me again… dump a baby into me—ouuhhhh!”

Her words made him snarl, his hips snapping faster, his cock pistoning into her slick heat. He leaned forward, his breath hot on her back, licking his lips as he growled, “You better give me a son this time, Sarah. You hear me? A boy.”

Her wet walls clenched around him, the filth in his voice pushing her higher. Her cries turned into broken gasps as she pushed back against every brutal thrust. “Yes… Yes, baby… give me your son… fill me till I can’t take anymore!”

Albert gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his temples, and cock throbbing as he drove into her with raw, claiming force, intent on making good on every dirty promise. 

He slid a hand up her slick back, tangling his fingers into her hair. With a sharp tug, he undid her messy bun, allowing her blonde waves to tumble free around her face. He fisted the strands, yanking her head back just enough to make her gasp, her lush lips parting as a shudder tore through her. 

Her pussy tightened violently around his cock, and Sarah cried out, the sultry sound music to Albert’s ears. Her thighs quivered and her toes curled against the sheets as her climax tore through her, the heavy waves of pleasure making her eyes roll further back behind her lids. 

Albert grunted, his breath hot and ragged, and then he wrapped his arms tight around her torso. His smaller, wiry frame pressed flush against her back as if he were trying to fuse himself to her. He buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep, and with a guttural moan, he emptied his load. His balls contracted with every pulse of his cock, spilling thick ropes into her clenching pussy. 

“Take it all… all of it… auuughhh!” he roared, holding her tight as his virile load flooded her fertile body. His hips jerked with each spurt until he finally sagged against her, panting, his arms still locked tight around her trembling frame. 

Sarah’s chest rose and fell wildly beneath him, her hair loose and messy. But despite being a total wreck, she still managed to form a small, satisfied smile as she let her face slowly fall down onto the sheets. 

Albert gave her a playful smack on the ass, the sound sharp in the humid air, and slowly pulled out. His thick load leaked from her swollen pussy in creamy streaks, running down her thighs and onto the damp sheets beneath them. 

He sat back on his heels, wiping the sweat from his brow, still catching his breath. His faded blue eyes softened for a rare moment as he looked at her sprawled before him. “I love you, Sarah,” he rasped, his voice low but steady.

Sarah turned her head over her shoulder, her glazed green eyes glimmering in the low light as her lips curled into a tired but warm smile. “I love you, too,” she whispered, her messy blonde hair framing her flushed face.

Albert’s gaze swept down her body, drinking in the curve of her hips, the arch of her back, and the long stretch of her legs. He licked his lips hungrily and smirked. “Damn, girl… You look too good to stop now. What do you say, another round?”

She let out a breathless laugh, shaking her head as she dropped her cheek back onto the sheets. “Albert… I have work in the morning, you have to go to the grocery, and don’t forget the girls. You’re on babysitting duty, mister. I can’t have you nodding off on them.”

He leaned forward, running his hands slowly up her smooth thighs, squeezing her ass again before pressing his lips to the back of her neck. “C’mon, sweetheart. Just one more. We’re trying to make a baby here... And you know I can’t have you lying there looking like that.”

Sarah closed her eyes, biting her lip, already feeling her body stir again under his greedy touch. She gave a small, exasperated laugh into the pillow. “Ugh… You’re such a horny old man.”

Albert chuckled, kissing her shoulder, his cock pressing insistently against her ass. “Maybe. But you’re mine. Say yes, Sarah.”

She smirked to herself, her voice husky as she finally relented. “Fine. One more. But if you ask for another, you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”

“Atta girl,” he growled, gripping her hip as he stroked his slick shaft back to full mast, determined to make good on his promise. 

The End