**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...





Nothing brings you back down to earth after three blissful weeks in the Valencia sunshine, like a manic school run, on a wet September morning. And to top it all off, muppet here forgot she needed petrol until 8:15 this morning, so I'd thrown on a onesie, bundled Jacob into the Mini and sped off to the nearest petrol station. To save time, I put enough petrol just to get the school run done and then I can plan to fill it up properly on my way back home.

"Are we going to be late, Alexa?" Jacob asks me, a worried frown on his little face.

I smile reassuringly. "No honey, we won't be late."

Well, maybe by just a few minutes...

I really don't want to speed in the rain and if Jake could see me, he'd be livid at putting us both at risk, but I have no choice if I want to get Jacob into school as near to 9am as I can. By the mercy of God, the final run-up to school is quite clear as most cars have now deposited their children and I swing the Mini into the car park. I dash out into the rain with Jacob, who refuses to hold my hand as 'it's not cool'. Breathlessly we run into the playground, just as the final boys are heading inside.

"Bye honey, have a good day!" I call as he runs to the door. I'm not allowed to go anywhere near the door when I drop him off or collect him, as only 'babies need to be collected by the door' apparently. And as for kissing him goodbye...Jacob would rather walk on broken glass then be involved in any kind of PDA. He gives me a quick wave, then disappears. Now the panic is over, I'm suddenly aware I'm getting very wet, as in my rush, I grabbed what I thought was my jacket, but in fact was actually my gilet and my onesie is getting soaked. I turn and make to run off back to my car.

"It's Jacob's mummy, isn't it?" A female voice like cut glass, suddenly comes through the rain.

I stop in my tracks and look round. Smiling at me from under a ridiculously large umbrella, is a woman dressed impeccably in skinny jeans, Hunter, wellington boots and some kind of cream, designer Mac. I nod and she smiles, stepping forward and shielding me from the driving rain.

"Awful morning, isn't it? I'm Stephanie Mason-Owen, Theo's Mummy."

Ahh, yes. Jacob has been going on about his new friend, Theo lately.

"Er...yes, hi. I'm Alexa. I'm actually Jacob's step-mum."


Why did that one word, sound like she'd made some kind of major discovery?

Stephanie looks me up and down.


"Umm...bit of a mad morning. I forgot I needed petrol and just ran out of the house. Luckily I wasn't in my pyjamas!"

Stephanie gives me a tight-lipped smile.

Weeeeellllll...I thought it was funny...

"Riiiigghhht...Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that all the Mum's in Theo and Jacob's class, meet on the last Friday of the month, for lunch at Piccolo's in Bowvale village. Nothing too major, it's just nice to all get together and have a chat. I wanted to invite you, so you can properly meet all the Mums."

"Oh, that's kind of you. I'd really like that." I swipe the rainwater from my forehead, before it runs into my eyes. "What time do we meet?"

"Well if you give me your mobile number, I'll text you the details. Sometimes we all meet at the Coffee House beforehand and then walk down, but I'll let you know for sure."

I fish my iPhone out of my onesie pocket and try to ignore the look of disbelief on her face, as we swap numbers. Honestly, you'd think she'd never seen a ditzy, drenched woman in a onesie before.

"Okay, that's great Alexa. It's quite relaxed, but," she looks me over again. "We tend to go with a smart/casual dress-code."

Jesus Christ! I may look simple, but I do know not to turn up at the restaurant wearing a onesie!

Is it bad, that part of me, really REALLY wants to?

"I'm sure I can find something suitable." I try not to sound pissed off, but I don't think I quite pull it off.

Stephanie looks slightly taken aback, but then gives me another tight-lipped smile. "Yes...good. Well, I'll be in touch. Nice to have met you."

"Yeah, you..."

But she has already turned and walked off, leaving me staring at the back of the stupid, large umbrella. It takes me a couple of moments, before I register I am alone in the playground and getting absolutely soaked.

I run and slide breathlessly into the Mini.

Was she really being quite rude or am I being over-sensitive? Yes, I was wearing a bloody onesie, no make-up and hair in a scrunchie, but I explained what had happened. And what was with the 'Ohhhh' when I explained I was Jacob's Step-Mum? It was almost as if she was saying 'thought he was too cute a kid to be yours.' I shake my head and thousands of raindrops scatter everywhere. I'm going to go home, get into a nice warm Jacuzzi  and put the past hour behind me. Sod the petrol, I'll get it when I go to pick Jacob up this afternoon...


With One Direction playing softly from my iPhone, I let out a blissful sigh as I sink into the Jacuzzi. Hands-down this is my favourite part of the house. The bed comes a close second, the sofa third, but our bathroom, with choice of shower or Jacuzzi cannot be topped! There is just something even more hot about my husband when he's all wet...Mmmmm...

My thoughts drift to the months since our wonderful wedding and honeymoon. Time is just whizzing past and sometimes I feel like I'm playing catch up. Jacob had been doing really well at St Joseph's school. Too well, in fact. His teacher told us he was one of the brightest in the class and considering that English had been his second language and only spoken at the International school he'd attended in Valencia, he had done exceptionally well. His Spanish accent has almost gone sadly, but there is still a slight twang here and there. Jake talks to him just in Spanish when they are alone together and I have introduced Spanish only mealtimes, so I can practice my Spanish more. I am doing quite well and both Jake and Jacob have been really good at helping me. I start my second year of Spanish classes at the college in a couple of weeks and I hope my progress over the summer is noticeable.

Because Jacob had been doing so brilliantly and had settled down so well into his new life, Jake and I had decided to transfer him to a private school in Sommerville. St Joseph's was great and everything, but he obviously needed to be challenged more, so we sat and discussed it with him and took him to the St Austin's open day for a look round. Jacob was immediately sold when he saw all the sports facilities and heard about all the different sports they played. I then contacted Sue as I knew the Playscheme catered for boys from St Austin's and asked her if she would do me a massive favour and text me when there were boys from St Austin's booked into the summer holiday club so Jacob could meet some of them and interact with them before he started there. This really helped and he made friends with a few boys of different ages from St Austin's, plus some of his friends from St Joseph's were there too, so he had a really good time getting involved in playing different sports and games and taking part in group activities. I came in on some of the days to volunteer too, which was nice. I was glad I wasn't a member of staff there anymore as Victoria hadn't changed, but this time instead of bitching about me, bitched to me about all the other staff! Jake had been right about a Dalmatian never changing her spots.


Despite our best efforts to get him to open up, Jacob still never talks about Manuela or his life before he came to live with us. I think it's still very painful for him. I asked Jake to try talking to him about it when they go off playing football together, but when he says to him - if you ever wanted to talk about Manuela we'd always be there to listen to you - he just shakes his little head. Amongst his stuff that arrived from Spain a few months ago were a couple of family albums. I had a sneaky peak through and he seemed to have had a happy time with Manuela and her parents before they were sadly killed in a car accident and Manuela got cancer. It's such a terribly sad thing to have happened to them and in another world, we may have never known about him or even met him. The final photo in one of the albums, was a group shot of his football team after they had won some cup. It must have been taken just before Manuela's illness, as he is sat on her knee and they are both laughing. On an impulse, I took the photo out of the album when he was at school one day, ran it through the computer and just pulled the pair of them out of the group, creating a new photo of just him sat on Manuela's knee. On his sideboard he has photos from when Jake first met him, to his latest school photo, but none of Manuela. I found a nice silver frame that matched with the others and placed it inside. I showed it Jake when he got home from work, as I wanted his opinion before I gave it to Jacob. The last thing I wanted to do was upset him. Jake had grabbed me and planted a hard kiss on my lips that took my breath away and told me it was a beautiful idea. We had gone upstairs to Jacob who was doing his homework and I had nervously rambled on about how I had seen the photo and thought it would be nice to have one of Manuela in his collection, but if he didn't want to just yet, it was fine, I would keep it in a safe place for him...Jake had ended up elbowing me in the ribs for me to stop talking. Jacob took it from me and stared at in silence for what seemed like hours, whilst I held my breath. He then smiled, came and hugged me and put it on the side with the others. He's never mentioned it since, but it's still there.

Luckily we had then headed off to Valencia for the last three weeks of August for some much needed family time and R & R, especially for Jake who had been studying as well as working. It was just the re-charge we needed and we had a brilliant time, whether it was just the three of us; with various members of the Martinez family or with Joe and Krystal when they came over for the last ten days. They are so sweet together, it's a terrible shame they spent so many years apart, because of stupid pride and being too scared of making the first move. How it took someone as daft as me to get them together is pretty baffling, but totally gratifying to see how happy not only they both are, but Jake too. He is elated they are back together and Jacob absolutely adores them. Joe has also made the decision to move permanently up here from London and go freelance. He stays as often as he can at Krystal's apartment, but it's not ideal. They want to move in together closer to us and are looking at finding a house on the same new estate we live on. It would be lovely to have them close by...

Little Things is suddenly interrupted as my phone rings, bringing me out of my reverie. I dry my hands on the face-cloth and grab my iPhone, smiling at the screen.

"Hi, husband," I say huskily.

Jake chuckles. "Hello, wife..." he answers just as huskily. "What's that noise?"

"I'm in the Jacuzzi."

I hear his sharp intake of breath. "At this time?" He almost whispers.

"I had a bit of a disasterous morning, which resulted in me getting piss-wet through!"

"Please tell me your referring to getting wet in the rain and not some unfortunate toileting accident?"

"JAKE! Of course I mean getting wet in the rain!" I can't help but giggle. "Oh God, I love you so much. You have no idea how much I needed to hear your voice. You always make me feel better."

"Right back at you, sweetheart." He breathes, making me shiver. "Wish I was in there with you."


"Mmmm, hmmm..."

"Am I making you horny, Wench?" He growls salaciously.

"I wish you were in here with me too," I moan, eyes closed, my imagination running riot with images of our many sessions in the Jacuzzi.

"Oh Alexa...when Jacob's asleep tonight, I will drag you in there myself and make love to you, till neither of us can move!" I hear him take a deep breath and clear his throat. "Ah hem. Anyway, before I get completely hard and get struck off, I was just ringing to tell you, my afternoon meeting's been cancelled, so I can get Jacob on my way home from work."

My eyelids flutter open, dispelling my erotic thoughts. "Oh okay, thank you. That'll be a nice surprise for him."

"Yeah...Ah crap I have to go, sweetheart. I've just spotted one of the Registrars and I need to speak to them. Enjoy the rest of your Jacuzzi. Make sure you keep thinking of me!"

"Always...especially when I am running my soapy hands over my breasts..." I finish seductively.

I hear him groan. "Goddammit Wench, I can hardly walk as it is! You are SO naughty!"

I giggle. "Sorry. I love you, Mr Martin."

I hear the smile in his voice. "I love you too, Mrs Martin. Unfortunately myself and my wayward thoughts, really do have to go now!"

"Okay. Bye babe. Have a good day. See you later."

"Yeah you too. Oh and Alexa?"




I hear his chuckle as he hangs up.



"You wouldn't dare!" Jake laughs as I finish telling him about my encounter with Stephanie.

"Probably not, but it would be nice to see their faces as I saunter in, wearing basically an adult romper!"

"You wouldn't get past the front door, never mind being able to sit at a table. Mum took me for lunch there a couple of years ago. It's just full of posh Sommerville Mums with nothing better to do with their time. You're going to hate it."

I nod sadly. "I know. But I can't not go. Maybe I just made a bad impression because of what I looked like this morning. I'll just have to blow their socks off somehow. I don't have a clue what I'm going to wear, though."

"Give Mum a bell. She's been to hundreds of posh lunches. She'll know exactly what you need to wear."

I dry my hands from finishing off the dishes, turn and wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle into him. Jake steps back against the kitchen cabinet and runs his hands up my back and cups my face.

"Don't stress over it, sweetheart. You'll be fine. And if you don't like them, fuck them. It's not as if you need them. Make up an excuse, say your Spanish classes have moved to a Friday or something. It's just lunch with a bunch of posh tarts, no biggie."

I giggle. "Maybe I should just turn up in my onesie and say, "I've decided I don't want to come to lunch now, as my husband said you're all just a bunch of posh tarts!"

"Yeah and in your spare time, maybe you could also write a book - how to make friends and influence people, by Alexa Martin!"

Smiling, I run my hands up his delectable abs and pecs, over his shoulders and up to his face, where he is waiting for me and his lips descend onto mine. Oh God, I love kissing him. I'd happily be surgically attached to his lips for the rest of time. His kisses and the moment he expertly makes me come, are my two most favourite things. Not even Pepsi Max and Cadburys come close...

"What time is it?" he suddenly whispers against my lips.

"Mmmm, eight-ish I think...why?"

"Because I seem to remember, we have a date with a certain whirlpool tonight..."

My body spasms in response to his carnal tone.

"Mmmm...Well if Sire would like to go and get the Jacuzzi ready, I will see to Prince Jacob..."

"Oh Wench, your wish is my command..."


"What the fuck took so long?" Jake hisses as I enter the bathroom. "I was about to get out of the bath to see if something had happened!"

"Little Lord Fauntelroy ended up having three stories, as he kept complaining I was reading too fast!"

Jake sniggers. "Bit eager to come in here, were you Wench?"

"Just a bit!" I place the monitor on the windowsill and slip out of my nightie and knickers. Jake holds his hands out to me and I grab hold of them as I try to gracefully enter the Jacuzzi without tripping, slipping or going under the water. Somehow I manage it and I kneel either side of his thighs and sit on his lap. He's already at half-mast and I can feel him growing harder. I smile adoringly at him and his eyes glow with love. His hands softly knead my flesh as they travel up my wet skin, till they reach my face and then his lips devour mine as we rock gently against each other, the water lapping and whirling around us. He pulls gently off my lips.

"Hold onto my shoulders and stand up, sweetheart."

Oh I know what this means!

Through our many hot, wet, sessions in the Jacuzzi, we have discovered that us both kneeling up with Jake taking me from behind delivers the best results. I shakily get to my feet, whilst holding onto his shoulders, turn myself around and kneel down. I brace myself against the bath as he slowly slides himself in. His hands move from my hips, up to my breasts and he fondles and caresses them. His expert fingers make my nipples harden at his touch, as he glides inside me.

"Ohhh...Jaaaaakkke..." I moan.

"I know, sweetheart." He breathes against my ear, nibbling it gently. "Get into position."

I nod and kneel up slightly, angling myself over one of the Jacuzzi jets. Jake slides in and out behind me, as the swirling water surrounds us. Then the pressure from the jets connects with my hub and the vibrations cause it to tremble. The feeling is exquisite. My whole body is getting hotter and I can see a pink flush creep over my skin.

"Jake! I'm nearly..." I cry out.

Jake picks up the pace and between his sweet-spot-hitting thrusts and the water pressure against my hub, I explode spectacularly, biting down on my lip to stop myself from screaming. Jake thrashes faster against me, then with a growl, erupts ferociously inside me whilst I am still throbbing, the pulsating water extending my orgasm, until I collapse against my darling husband, who wraps his arms around me and holds me tight against him.


"Fuck,"  Jake grunts in annoyance as he checks his phone.

"What is it?" I yawn as I snuggle up to him. My skin and body in general, is still tingling from the amazing Jacuzzi sex and I feel sated, relaxed and exhausted.

"That bastard meeting that was cancelled this afternoon has been rescheduled for 9am tomorrow. Sorry, sweetheart, you'll have to do the early school run again."

"Mmmm, that's okay. Set your alarm for 7:30am, then we can all have breakfast together before we leave." I say drowsily. I can't keep my eyes open.

"Okay." I feel his fingers moving, then hear him put the phone on the bedside cabinet. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head.

"'Night sweetheart. I love you."

I give him a sleepy squeeze and kiss his chest. "Night babe. I love you too." I curl happily around him, even though I have to face the manic school run in the morning. As I drift off to sleep, I have only one thought...







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