At the word swimsuit, Simon’s eyes instant cast over her face and body, “Swimming? Sold.” He said as he cranked up the air conditioner in the car. He wanted to swim badly but wanted to see Cherish half-naked even more. Enough to go to his parent’s house.
Once home, Simon took Jasmine. He already had in mind of the pastel pink, ruffled suit he would dress her in. Rushing into the house, he held his little girl up and over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs and went for the kids’ bedroom, “We are going to have fun. Yes, we are! You, me, mommy, and Jr., yes!” He said. Lifting her over his shoulders, he kissed her cheek and searched for her little suit.
Cherish busied herself with pink and blue sippy cups. She handed Jr. the pink one which he took eagerly and began to suck down. He hated the blue one with a passion for an unexplained reason which baffled both parents. Jr. teetered and tottered behind his mother as she walked around the kitchen to restock the baby bag.
Simon changed Jasmine into a waterproof diaper and her outfit before he set her in the crib. How adorable she looked only caused him to feel delighted, “Now it’s daddy’s turn. You stay here, beautiful.” He expressed backing out of the room.
Jasmine was less than pleased as she watched her true love leave, “DA-DEE! JOO-NIR!” she cried out. Cherish lifted Jr. in her arms and hurried up the stairs towards the bedroom. She passed by Simon and quickly dressed Jr. in little trunks adorned with tiny anchors. Plopping him in the crib with her, Jasmine fell backwards, and he offered the dark blue cup to her with a grunt.
Simon stepped into his bedroom and blatantly undressed. With his shirt off and his pants by his thighs, he rummaged through his drawers for his trunks. Yet, he couldn’t seem to find them. That prompted him to call the only person who would know, “Cherish. CHERISH! Where are my swim trunks!?”
Cherish smirked to herself, “Mommy will be right back my loves.” She cooed. She began to unzip the back of her wine-colored dress, entered their bedroom, and gently pressed her hand against Simon’s shoulder. As he moved out of her way, she reached underneath his underwear and socks where his swim trunks magically ended up; always, “Do you want the green and white ones? Or the black and blue?” She questioned. Simon was about to open his mouth when she beat him to the punch. She held up the black and blue, “Here you are, dear.” She said with a soft smile. She then turned her back to Simon, pulled the small strings of her dress off, and rolled the fabric over her breasts.
Disappearing into the walk-in closet, she passed by the Emily’s wedding dress. Cherish smiled directly at the delicate lace fabric as though to acknowledge her. Then, she looked through her side of the closet, which, was all three-fourths of space compared to his small patch in the back. At the section holding an abundance of cheap suits, she decided if she should wear one to fight with all day or, one of the more expensive ones he’d bought for her. A gift over Thanksgiving he had to get after he spent an entire afternoon at the beach constantly readjusting her top.
“Simon! Which suit should I wear?” She asked. Standing there with her bare breasts on display, she rolled the dress down her hips which revealed a tight, black thong. She never felt the need to cover her body when they were alone. He’d seen and touched her when she recovered from childbirth; at her worst. Nothing was sacred between them.
Simon dropped his pants and pulled on his swim trunks before he followed her into the closet. His step froze when he saw her almost naked. Naturally, her breasts stole his attention in their weighted glory. Blowing out silently to himself, he returned his attention to the task at hand. He flicked his gaze back to the suits and gave her a dull expression. He took the cheap one from her hand and placed it back on the rack, “The good one. That way I won’t have to pay more attention to your breasts than I should in front of my parents. I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He expressed honestly.
Taking the swimsuit from him, Cherish arched an eyebrow with a grin and shook her head before getting ready. Simon left the room and stared at her as though to test his choice, “I’ll be in the car. Take your time.”
Crossing the hall, he hauled the baby bag over his shoulders before he picked up his kids in either arm. Each child hung onto their sippy cups with one arm feeling heavier than the other. He loaded them into the car before he hurried over and hopped in. With the heat still on his back, he sat and cranked the A/C and gave his parents a call, “Hello? Hey dad. Cherish and I thought we’d bring the kids over today for a swim. We’ll be over there soon, alright?”
Tossing on a cover, she grabbed her things, checked the house, and turned on the alarm. She met with Simon in the car and grinned back at the babies, “Are you ready to go see Grandma and Grandpa?” She asked.
Naturally the kids were excited by Cherish’s tone and smiles. They knew they were going to be spoiled and fawned over by the ones who loved them.
About twenty minutes later, they pulled up to the house. Simon knew the inevitable was going to happen with his mother’s nose in their business. By the time they
