EroticReverie

Tucker Sterling

"YOU PAIN IN MY ASS!" A female voice screeches as my brows pinch and I growl, then get smacked in the head with a rolled up newspaper.

"Ah fuck!" I grumble as I cover my hand with my head. 

"DO YOU CARE TO FUCKING EXPLAIN THIS!?" the voice I already know so well yells at me like I'm a child as she tosses her weaponzied news paper on the bed . I grumble, blinking as I rub my eyes then reach for the paper. My eyes focusing on the large photo and the headline.

"TUCKER TIES THE KNOT!" It reads, and then the events of last night flash through my mind on warp speed. My eyes focusing on the little dick charmer with her arms around my neck in the photo, kissing me as she dangles from my neck, lifted off the ground one foot in the air. 

A part of me is pissed at myself for doing something so fucking stupid. But another part of me is replaying all the events of last night, and especially the ones that took place all over my suite when we came back here. But then my brows pinch and I realize, the little sex devil from last night is nowhere to be seen, and my eyes go to her side of the bed and the table beside it, where a note is tucked under a pen. 

"EXPLAIN TUCKER!" Margret my publicist yells at me. 

"I mean..." I say gesturing to the photo. "Think the headline is pretty obvious. Since when can't you read Marg?" I say knowing what's coming, bracing myself for the whip of her hand on the back of my head. 

THUNK. there it is.

"You really gotta stop hitting me. I can fire you for that." I say, even though she knows I'm joking, now isn't the time to joke.

"GREAT! FIRE ME! BECAUSE I DONT KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO WITH YOU ANYMORE! MARRIED?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME TUCKER?!" She yells and I groan, my headache pounding behind my eyes.

"Can you PLEASE...stop yelling" I groan as I look back at the paper. A small little smile on my lips as I look at the big fucking grin on my face as the blonde and pink haired stunner kisses the side of my mouth, her little plastic bouquet behind my head. My two life long best friends giving the camera a thumbs up as they stand behind us to the side under the arch of lights and flowers outside the chapel. 

"Jesus christ Tucker!? Do you really not care about your fucking job!?" she huffs and I look to Margaret a 32 year old brunette spit fire, who scares me more than my own mother or the boogeyman. 

"You're going to lose the deal with Family Flix!" she screeches. 

FamilyFlix was a family friendly movie and tv show streaming site, where all of their shows and movies were orginals. While some of the movies catered to young audiences, it also had adult movies and shows and well..something for the whole family is their motto.  I was currently signed on for the second  season of a romance/drama , where I played the love intereset to a mother a of three. It was Hallmark type shit, but with a touch more spice and lots of sex scenes. It was apparently based off some romance genre book, and single mother, married wives, we're eating that shit up accoring to the shows numbers. 

While the show itself was part of the "Adult" menu, it was still part of FamilyFlix, the network known to drop actors or producers or anyone at all that was problematic. Ahh yes, thank you cancel culture for making everyone walk on eggshells. The smallest thing could get blown out of proportion.  So me...already being a bit of a "problematic" bad boy that liked to party and "Date" lots of women , my reputation was what Margret calls her "nightmare".  

"They've already given you a warning! Housewives can't watch Heart of Hearts and look at your stupid face without thinking about all the shit you're pulling lately!" She shrieks. 

"Rude, this face is not stupid." I say gesturing to my mug. "This face makes you a ton of money" I tell her and she huffs and places her fingers to her temples and rubs them. 

"Quit stressing Marg...we'll take care of it...I'll get the lawyers to draw up some shit." I say with a yawn and fall back into bed, my head crashing on the pillow and my eyes looking to the note and pen, and I roll over grabbing it.

"Tucker, this isn't just a little mistake...you married a woman...and without a prenup might I add" she says and I wince. Okay, yeah, this could be bad. But when I see the note , I know that this girl isn't gonna bleed my bank account dry.

"Hey Husband, i know I'm the woman of your dirty dreams, but I'm gonna have to ask for a divorce. I'm taking our non existent dog, and the china. The rest is yours. I thought about asking to keep your cock as well, but I'm aware that's not detachable, so I suppose I'll let you keep it. Call me when you're up so I can break your heart again in person at the courthouse. 

Love, the best "wife for one night"in the entire world, Sailor.

555-343-4356 xoxo"

"Are you even listening to me!?" Margaret wails. 

"Yes Marg...." I say and then look over. "What did you say?" I ask with my most charming smile and puppy dog eyes.

"ARGH!" she whacks my head again.

"Ow!" I say and rub my head. "Seriously! You gotta stop hitting me!" 

"THEN STOP MAKING ME HIT YOU!" she argues and throws her hands up in the air and stoms out of my bedroom. 

I look to the door, my two friends walking in. I smile and they give me questioning looks. 

"You....seem.....happy" my friend Puck says. 

I shrug and then brush it off telling them she's already asked for a divorce as I chuck the note to the end of the bed for them to read, watching them chuckle at the note. Maybe I should be more concerned about my deal with FamilyFlix, since I was already on thin ice. But I couldnt get my one track mind off my hot wife. 

"You fuckers didn't even try and stop me." I say, laying fake blame on them. 

Danny laughs and so does Puck as they walk over and pick up the newspaper. 

"Sure you don't want to stay married to her? She gives insane head." Puck says with a smirk, and I do too. As I remember the celebratory blow job circle she put me Puck and Danny in last night in the middle of the living room. 

"And..takes it in the ass." Danny adds , all of our grins turning devilish. 

Alright so we didnt have a conventional wedding night, not even by Vegas standards. 

Shit got even more wild when we came back here and I shared my new wife with my two best friends, and I could feel like an asshole, but it was all her idea. She'd been flirting with all of us the entire night, had us eating out of the palm of her fucking hand. She was fucking crazy, just like me, wild and unashamed of anything at all, and made the night fucking incredible, not just cause she was a hot fuck in the bedroom, or let me and my friends give her a honeymoon she'll never forget, but, the night had just been fucking fun. More fun than I'd had inawhile. 

I think I have a fucking crush on my wife.