Chapter 40 Rest Day

Around two in the morning, I started feeling discomfort in my stomach. I sat on the bed, watching my husband sleep on his back with his arm on his forehead and his torso bare. I got up and made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I entered and closed the door so as not to wake Mark, I was hit with strong nausea and had to vomit everything in my stomach. Once the nausea subsided, I sat on the bathroom floor for a few minutes. I then got up, rinsed my mouth, brushed my teeth, and opened the bathroom door to return to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, I gazed at my husband's perfect body. I knelt down, pulled back the sheet covering part of his body, lowered my head, and took my husband's member in my mouth. For a moment, I realized that Mark was disoriented when he woke up. When he reacted, I heard him groan and felt his hand in my hair as my mouth moved up and down his member. Mark then laid me on the bed, lifted my nightgown, removed my thong, turned my body so I was on my knees on the bed, and thrust into me again and again, relentlessly and with increasing force. He placed his fingers on my clitoris, moving his thumb until we both screamed in climax, lying on the bed somewhat exhausted. The next day was Saturday. When I woke up, I felt Mark's arm around my waist embracing me. I gently moved his arm aside to get out of bed, entered the bathroom to shower, and returned to the bedroom to find that my husband had already gotten up. I dressed and left the bedroom, heading downstairs. As I descended the stairs, I could hear the laughter of my daughter playing with her father. I entered the kitchen, approached my husband, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. I noticed the gesture my daughter made, covering her mouth with her hand while laughing. I went over to my daughter, gave her two loud kisses on her cheek, and she wrapped her little arms around my neck, hugging me. After breakfast, I took my daughter from the kitchen to the stairs, carried her in my arms to her bedroom, made her bed, and started folding her clothes to put them away in her wardrobe and drawers. I noticed that my husband was watching us from the bedroom door, causing my heart to beat so fast it felt like it might jump out of my chest. Mark approached my daughter, picked her up and placed her on the bed, where she started jumping and laughing. "We still have a pending conversation, you and I," Mark said to me.