A Life Worth Fighting by Brenda Kennedy Read Free Book Online

front, exposing her red bra and panties. “Nice robe.” It’s the only thing I can say. My mouth waters and I have to swallow. She looks hot as hell standing there and I can’t look away. My dick is hard and is now tenting the sheets.
    “Thank you. I bought this for you,” she smiles and does a 360 turn-around so I can see the back of the robe. The back of the robe says, “Bobby, the CHAMP, Grether,” in bold black letters. She faces me and slowly lets the robe fall to the floor. Her body is tanned and toned with just a few light stretch marks on her belly that are a remembrance of our little Jamie. She stands there, wearing a red satin bra, boy-cut panties, and a dimpled smile. She wiggles her hips, smiles, and raises her arms in the air before turning around again. On the back of her panties is the word “CHAMP” in bold black letters. Before she can turn completely around, I jump out of bed and rush over to her. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She screams and laughs at the same time. When I carry her to the bed, she continues to kick and scream. I swat her on her butt and she lets out a yelp. Slowly, I lower her to the bed and kiss her neck, breasts, and lips. I lean back and remove her panties, never taking my eyes off of hers. I kiss my way up her body, kissing her hips, belly button, ribs, breasts, and neck. While leaning over her, I taste her mouth with my tongue as I slowly sink into her.
    Making love to my wife always feels like the first time with her. I love her more than life and I swear this will never get old. When she is 65, white-haired, and wearing an old bathrobe, she will still look sexy to me.
    When we are done, I kiss her before I go into the bathroom. I see a test strip in the trash and pick it up to read it. Two lines? I walk over to her, holding the test strip and smiling. “Either you’re pregnant or you’re ovulating.”
    “You’re a smart man, Ace, and no, I’m not pregnant,” she says.
    “Is this from today?” I ask, showing her the strip.
    “It is. Why?”
    I throw the strip away, walk over to her, and prop her butt in the air with some pillows. She laughs and says, “Robert, what are you doing?”
    “I’m speeding up the process; don’t move.” I stand up and walk around the house, naked. I get a couple bottles of water, a book, and her cell phone, before returning to the bedroom. To my amazement, she is still propped up on the pillows.
    “Good girl.”
    I open the water and give it to her before I lay her book and cell phone beside her.
    “Robert?”
    “Yes, Leah?”
    “I can’t stay like this.”
    “Why?” I ask.
    “Because… because I feel exposed.”
    I look at her and smile. “I like you being exposed. Are you cold?”
    “No, but I’m… exposed,” she says, laughing.
    “Maybe I can help.” I down a bottle of water before I lie down beside her. I prop a couple pillows under my ass, too, so we are both exposed. She looks over at my semi hard-on and laughs.
    “Don’t laugh; you know it grows.”
    “Shut up.” She throws a blanket over us and I am grateful. Now I understand the “feeling exposed” part. We lie on the bed and she reads while I surf the net on the laptop.
    “For this to work, you’ll need to stay like this for 12 hours.”
    “Let me see that,” she says, reaching over to grab the laptop from my hands. “I can’t stay like this for 12 hours.”
    “Relax, I’m kidding.”
    “Good, because I have to pee.”
    “Wait a few more minutes. I have fast swimmers.”
    “I hope so,” she says, laughing, “Because I have to pee, now.”
    Leah and I have sparkling cider to celebrate my win once more and to also celebrate life. We make love again and I hold her close as we fall asleep. I dream of my beloved, Leah, and my baby girl, Jamie, and that dreadful day that took her away from me, forever. Leah and I were taking Jamie to the zoo on a Saturday morning. Jamie was so excited. Leah had dressed her in a bright yellow