**Love story with explicit content**
The story of Fifty Shades/One Direction fan Alexa and Jake continues. Now married and settling into life in the suburbs with Jacob, can they fit their love life in between caring for an active 9 year old? How will Alexa cope with her role of Wife and Step-Mum? Is their passion and love for each other still as strong?

Only one way to find out...



We tumble into the apartment we're renting, a mass of arms, legs, lips and tongues. Jake kicks the door shut with his foot and lets go of me long enough to fumble with the lock. Once he hears the click, he hoists me impatiently into his arms and frogmarches us into the bedroom, as we leave a trail of his jacket, bow tie and our shoes on the apartment floor. He slides me gently down him and we continue to fiddle with buttons and zips, as we make slurping sounds from our mouths slipping and sliding against each other.

SHIT! I...have to...STOP!

I pull away, gently withdrawing my tongue. "Jake," I breathe against his lips. "Sorry, I need the loo."

His jet eyes spring open. "Ohhhh," he hisses. "Okay, sweetheart. Don't be long."

I grin up at him. "I won't. You carry on getting undressed so you're ready for me."

He plants a hard kiss against my lips. "I'm always ready for you, Wench." He growls.

I giggle. "That's why I love you, Sire."

I wink at him and head into the en-suite.


I don't really need the loo. I have my own surprise planned for my darling husband.

Although I doubt it will come close to the amazing surprise he came up with tonight. Just when did he organise all that?

I shake my head. I am so, so lucky. I pull the bag out where I stashed it at the bottom of the laundry basket and begin to get organised. We are on our own tonight in the apartment. Joe and Krystal have gone off for a few days to the villa Jake and I stayed at, courtesy of Joe's brothers. We are all heading there tomorrow evening for a family barbeque and pool party which should be fun. We are going to give Jake's parents our wedding gift, of a week at Hugo's Paris townhouse tomorrow. We've already given them John Lewis vouchers for a wedding gift, so we know they won't be expecting anything else. I can't wait to see their faces! Or the photos when they get back. Who knows, Jake and I may take a second honeymoon there ourselves one day, but Jake is adamant we try out Hugo's apartment in Dubai first...

Our son is staying over at Uncle Tony's, as his son Iker and his family flew in specially from Madrid for the wedding. They have a young son, Juan and an eleven year old daughter, Sofia who are staying there. Sofia is all olive skinned, dark wavy hair and large chocolate eyes and I think Jacob is developing his first crush! They have got on like a house on fire since meeting again and have been pretty inseparable. I've also caught Sofia looking at Jacob and I think she has been caught in the spell of that infamous Martin smile! I know all about that..! Iker and his wife are taking them to the beach tomorrow to make the most of the un-seasonally warm temperature, so we have tonight and most of tomorrow to ourselves.

However will we pass the time..!

I straighten up and check myself in the mirror. I look as good as I can possibly look after an evening of dancing and crying! I touch up my make-up quickly. Carefully holding onto the sink, then the wall and then the door, I gently pull it open and hold onto it for support as my eyes search for my husbands face.

"HOLY FUCKING CHRIST WENCH! YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE!" Jake exclaims, as his eyes greedily eat me up from my head to my toes - wedged into brand new, six inch heeled, white stilettoes. "Come here..." he holds his arms out to me, from where he is lying naked and erect on the bed.

I shake my head. "I'm so sorry babe, you'll have to come to me. These shoes are brand new and on the tiled floor, I feel like I'm walking on ice! I'm terrified I'm going to fall!"

"Oh well," he smirks lasciviously. "If I must...SHIT! It is so hard to walk with a hard-on!"

I giggle as he holds himself with one hand and reaches for me with the other. He lets go of himself, grasps my buttocks in both his large hands and pushes me hard against him making me gasp. His erection is pressed against the PVC of my outfit and resting against my belly.

"Mmmm...I like the feel of the PVC against my dick, Wench...or should that be...Nurse Wench?"

I grin and my nails gently claw across his pecs, as we slowly walk backwards towards the bed.

"Umm...I quite like Nurse Wench...and this PVC Nurses outfit is wipe clean after all..."

"Oh no!" He chuckles. "It may feel nice, but it is nothing in comparison to how it feels being inside you."

I smile, excitement building inside me as Jake scrambles onto the bed. I follow him across until I am kneeling over his hips.

He slowly pushes up the hem of my white nurse mini-dress, groaning as more of my flesh is exposed to him.

"Mmmm...white nylon wait...white nylon stockings! And white lace suspenders! Oh Nurse Wench, you spoil me!"

His expert fingers slide towards my mound. "And...if I'm not mistaken...YES! My sexy Nurse is going commando. AGAIN!"

I beam proudly. "Well...why change the habit of a lifetime?"

He grins. "Oh I totally agree. Now Nursie, lie down so I can totally ravish you."

I giggle and roll off him and onto the pillow. Jake kneels between my legs and slowly pulls the zipper at the front of my dress, down to my navel, exposing my bare breasts and midriff. It is a relief to have some cool air on my skin as the PVC isn't exactly breathable...

"Keep your eyes open," he breathes. "I want to see everything."

I nod.

I love that he has gone all Christian Grey on me, but I have no idea how I am going to manage that, when he continuously makes my eyes roll to the back of my head...

Seemingly reading my thoughts, he enters me one achingly slow inch at a time, his fiery jet eyes not leaving mine. He is levered over me, his hands either side of my chest and I tilt my hips slightly, allowing me to bend my legs into position, the heels of my shoes gently scraping the backs of his muscular thighs. He bites his lip in an effort to keep his eyes focused on mine, when I know he wants to close them and give into the sensation he loves so much. My body draws him into me, until he is well and truly, buried deep inside me.

We rock slowly against each other, our hips finding their own natural rhythm. His head lowers to my chest as he places soft, wet kisses across my breasts, teasing the nipples with his tongue and teeth till they swell and stand hard against his lips. My hands knead his scalp, his dark hair warm and soft against my fingers. He gently pulls up and smiles adoringly at me before kissing me softly on the mouth.

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispers. 'And now you're mine for eternity."

I smile tenderly back. "I've been yours since the first day I held you in my arms so you could reach the leaves." I whisper breathlessly. "You're my past, present and future. Para siempre, Jake."

He smiles his wonderful all-dimples-all-worshipping smile. "Para siempre mi amor. Now, as soon as you start to feel the sensation, tell me," he breathes.


Why does he need to know for?'s not really the time to question him...

I suddenly begin to feel the wonderful tingling sensation and my pulse accelerates. I force my eyes to stay open. "It's...starting..." I pant.

Jake nods and immediately stills inside me.


I was...almost...Why's he stopped?

His jet eyes darken further and his jaw is strung tightly as he bites his lip. He exhales a long breath.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I've been practicing holding on. I'm not going to come or let you come, just yet."


He gently withdraws. "Please don't look so worried. I'm doing it for both our pleasure." He smiles reassuringly. "Now get on all fours, Nurse. I'm going to take you from behind."


I gape momentarily at him and then I am scrambling into position.

"Oh yes..." I hear him groan as he runs his hands over my bottom and simultaneously kneads my cheeks. He slides slowly back inside me, his hands gliding over the nylon of my stockings, then I feel him pull on one of the suspender belts.



He abruptly lets it go and it pings against my skin, making me jump. It stings momentarily, then I feel him pull on the other side. This time I know what's coming and I tense in anticipation.

"Would you rather I didn't?" He gently asks.

I turn my head to find him looking at me in concern. "No babe, it's fine. Honestly. It was more of a knee-jerk reaction to what was coming."

He nods. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Oh Jake, when have you EVER hurt me? Seriously, it's fine. AHHH!"

He suddenly lets go and the second suspender pings against my skin. It's the nearest he's ever come to inflicting any kind of pain onto me and my mind is scrambling - trying to decide whether the sensation is good or bad. The uncontrollable response at the top of my thighs makes my mind up for me.

Okay...That was unexpected...

"Mmmm," Jake hisses. "Feels like you may have actually enjoyed that."

"I have no control...over the body you,"  I pant. "It listens to you...more than it does... to me!"

Jake grins salaciously at me. "And I...intend to keep it that way...Wench."

His fingers on his right hand stop gripping my hip and he leisurely moves down my behind and I feel him drawing circles over my cheek. His fingers reach for the strap of my suspender again and as soon as I feel it moving away from my skin, I clench around him and flood with new arousal. I'm beginning to feel like one of Pavlov's dogs. This time he doesn't ping it from so far away, but lets it go much nearer to my skin, so it is just a gentle brush rather than a sting.

"I you're careful...with me..." I pant, still looking directly at him over my left shoulder.

He tilts his head slightly to the side as he continues to thrust against me. "Sweetheart...I would...rather die...than ever...hurt you."

"Mmmm...Oh God..."

His words are beginning to unravel me from the inside out. Again, I feel him still as he grips my hips and neutralises my tremors. I lower my head and chest to the mattress, till I am resting on my forearms, panting breathlessly.

Krystal would be so proud. I finally mastered the Yoga Cat position. Maybe I won't tell her exactly how I achieved it...

Somewhere in my breathless haze, I feel Jake gently pull out of me and then his hands are moving upwards, pushing the dress off my damp body. I reluctantly lift myself up so I am kneeling against him and between us, we lift the soaked dress off me and onto the floor. He wraps his arms around me and gives me a back to front hug.

"Ready for round three?"

I sag in his arms.

Jesus...just how long does he intend to prolong this for?

I feel him smile against my temple.

"Final round, Mrs. Martin. You are far too hard to resist, for me to continue much further."

I tilt my head and look at him. "Is this really good for you - having to hold it all in? It won't cause you any problems?"

He smiles fondly at me. "Are you worried for my welfare, dearest wife?"

"Para siempre, mi querido esposo."

He beams his all-dimples-all-worshiping smile. "I love it when you speak Spanish to me. I feel it connect to my soul."

I beam back. "I love that I can. It's made such a massive difference to Jacob and your family too."

He nods. "OUR FAMILY. They all adore you. Almost as much as I do."

I smile. "Then I think it's high time you showed me just how much you adore me, mi amor."

His lips pull into a sensual smile. "I want you on top. I want to see every inch of you."

He lets go of me and with a soft kiss gently pulls out and lies back on the bed. I turn and climb up him, but my efforts are being hampered by my high heeled stilettoes.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I have to take these off. My feet have swollen with the heat and they're getting uncomfortable."

"Okay, sweetheart."

I reach down, grab a heel in each hand and wiggle them off. An idea hits me and I leave them within reach on the bed. I grasp him in both hands, lean down and gently begin to suckle the head.

"Ahhh...Christ...Alexa...FUCK...Oh God...please...sweetheart...that feels...soooo good...but you stop. PLEASE..."

Well...we do have most of tomorrow for me to do that...

I pull gently off him, with a little kiss to the tip.

"You have no idea...the kind of wield over me, sweetheart." He pants. "Your mouth alone is enough...for me to come undone. Wherever you chose to place it."

I inhale sharply at his words.

All this time and I seriously had no idea. I thought it was the other way round...

He beams at me. "I love that you are always so surprised about the way you affect me. You are a goddess to me, Alexa. My goddess of beauty and love. My Venus."


I kneel either side of his hips and slowly lower myself down onto him, our eyes locked and pouring with love and desire.

"Oh Jake...You are...Are..."

SHIT! What's the male equivalent to Venus?

"...You're just my all, Jake."

Sod it! I can't think straight, and that just about sums it up anyway!

I undulate on top of him as I lean forwards and rest my hands on his broad shoulders. My breasts hang away from me, at the perfect angle for Jake to be able to fondle them and then gently squeeze them together so that he can greedily lave both the nipples at the same time with his wonderful, expert tongue. It feels heavenly and I honestly don't know which one of us gets the most pleasure out of it. He withdraws his tongue and smacks his lips together like he's just tasted the best chocolate fudge cake ever. I smile and shake my head and he grins naughtily at me.

"Close your eyes for a minute, babe. I want to try something."


His hands slip to my outer thighs where he begins to gently knead the flesh as he closes his eyes. I reach across and grab my stilettoes from where they lie on the bed. I continue to undulate gently as I grab a shoe in each hand, point them downwards and slowly bring them down to his chest, trailing the spiked heels down over his pecs and the dark pads of his nipples.


In all the time I have known him, I have NEVER heard him make such a sound and he arches off the mattress.


Panicking, I stop immediately and withdraw the shoes as he lowers himself down and his eyes spring open.


"I'm so sorry," I whimper and go to throw the shoes.

He quickly grabs my wrists. "SORRY? Sweetheart...what are you sorry for?"

"I went too far...You didn't like it."

I have stopped undulating and I can feel tears starting to prick my eyes.

"NO! Oh my poor, beautiful love," he moans. He lets go of one wrist and cups my face. "Alexa...that felt UNBELIEVABLE! It was the last thing I thought you were going to do! Oh sweetheart, I'm so sorry I worried you. I LOVED it, honestly." He grins salaciously. "Do it again, Wench, but this time, I'm going to watch," he says in a low tone that makes my insides quiver.

He releases me and puts his hands on my thighs again, gently toying with my suspenders. I shakily bring the shoes back down to his chest and slowly drag them down his skin again, this time circling the areola for good measure.

"AHHHH...HAAA...FUCK...OH CHRISSSSSSTTTTT..." He groans loudly and I start to undulate again, fresh arousal seeping out of me as I watch him writhe with pleasure. He feels my slickness around him and his smouldering jet eyes light up. "Ride me, Alexa. Hard and fast. I want to explode inside you."


Still holding the shoes against his chest, I rock faster as he grips my hips, aiding my momentum till I am grinding against him. The friction is rubbing deliciously against my swollen, throbbing hub. Then the sensation begins in my toes, but this isn't the usual tingling. This is stronger, like an electric shock, and only just not painful, as it travels over me and through me.


My whole body is transformed into a throbbing, pulsating mass. My blood is thundering through my veins, my heartbeat pounding loudly in my head, my breathing, short and sharp. My insides clench tightly around Jake and I hear his groan, but there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I let out a Banshee-like scream as I suddenly start to twitch and jerk on top of my husband. I have totally lost control of my body, my mind and everything in between. I think I hear my name being called in the distance, as I feel Jake erupt violently inside me, his juices flooding me as my insides continue to hold onto him tightly. I can still feel his thrusts within me as he comes, whilst my world continues to spin out of control. Then it slowly calms, there is quiet, serene darkness and I gladly embrace it.


"What. The. Fuck. Was. That?"

I have no idea how much time has past since we both self-combusted. All I know, is I am drenched and sprawled out like a starfish on Jake's chest. I can't summon up the strength to move anything, he is still buried inside me and I am trying to see his face through a messy curtain of shagged-out, sodden hair. I feel a chuckle rumble through his damp, softly moving chest, then his hands are moving up my back and he begins to gently move strands of soaked waves off my face. Finally, I begin to see him. His dark hair is wet and plastered around his face, which shines with a fine sheen of sweat. His cheeks are flushed, his jet eyes bright and sparkling and his full, lush lips are pulled into an amused, sexy smile. He still looks utterly beautiful and if I had the energy, I would ride him all over again. He finishes moving my hair and cups my face, his thumbs gently stroking across my cheeks.

"That, my dearest wife, was our first multiple orgasm together."


"But I thought that was just a myth?"

Jake shakes his head. "To be honest, until we came, I wasn't sure it would work. I know we have an amazing sex life, but I'm always on the look out for ways we can improve it further. You came up with the Fifty Shades stuff and all the dressing up, so I thought it was high time I brought something to the bedroom. Multiple orgasm techniques came up, so I began to do a little bit of research."

I frown. "But you said you'd been practising?" I ask worriedly.

Please don't tell me he's been off shagging somewhere for the sake of research...

"Oh sweetheart!" He chides, gently. "On my own, in the shower after my morning run, when you are still fast asleep. At first I was bloody awful at holding back, but gradually I got the hang of it. My Tai Chi, really helped too. Concentrating on Tai Chi instead of fantasising about you, was the key to not pebble-dashing the tiles!"

I nod finally understanding. "So...are we going to do it like that from now on?"

"Not unless you want to kill me, Mrs. Martin." He grins. "No sweetheart, I thought we'd leave it for special occasions and when our lord and master is out of the house. It does require a lot of concentration and I'll lose it if I hear Jacob make a noise."

I smile. "So my dear Mr. Martin. We've done Fifty Shades, role play, dressing up, sex in different places and now multiple orgasms. What's next? The Kama Sutra?"

He beams his all-dimples-all-worshipping smile. "What a wonderful idea, Mrs. Martin! That should keep us entertained for months!"

He slips his large hands under my armpits and hauls me upwards towards him, till my face is inches away from his and I am looking directly into the dark depths of his wonderful jet eyes.

"Happy New Year, dearest and beloved wife," he breathes.

I beam happily. "Happy New Year to you, my dearest and beloved husband."

Our lips connect, our tongues start their magical dance and we lose ourselves in each other all over again.

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