Spencer’s POV

                The wedding was small and simple, despite Kyla and Erica’s joint begging for a huge affair. They settled on us letting them plan the wedding with us being able to veto any decisions. We ended up getting married on a private beach at sundown with no one but very close friends and our immediate families there. It was perfect. We both wore simple summer dresses and were barefoot in the white sand. My mother objected to the casual wear but when we wouldn’t bend she gave up and ended up being the only one that dressed up and eventually ended up changing for the reception which we had in our backyard. The pool was lit up in floating candles but almost all of them were put out when Glen and Aiden got into a wrestling match and both ended up in the pool.

                After everyone finally left Ashley and I rededicated every room in the house before ending up falling up asleep on the couch in the library and almost missing our flight out to Monaco where we were spending two days before moving onto France, then Germany, then Greece and ending in Italy. I was a bit skeptical of going back to Italy but Ashley wanted to make better memories there so I caved. The whole trip would take three weeks and I was trying to ignore the amount that it was costing Ashley and I guess me since we were now married. I don’t honestly remember much about Europe but I did get to know their hotels rather well; sometimes not even our room. Ashley had always been horn dog but it seemed like every time she saw the simple platinum ring on my finger that marked me as hers she was ready to fuck again and again; not that I was complaining at all. I was almost always ready as well, I just hid it better. When we came home it was harder to adjust back into life where I couldn’t fuck Ashley whenever I wanted because we both had work and other things to do than each other.

                “Ashley?” I called out, coming into the house and laying my keys down in the bowl that sat on the table by the door before stripping off my jacket as I jogged lightly up the stairs before walking into our bedroom. When I didn’t find her in there I quickly dressed down into a pair of jeans and a red beater. I had had to dress up for work that day and I knew that if Ashley spied me in that suit again I wouldn’t get sleep for days and even though that sounded absolutely amazing I had other plans for my lovely wife that day. I walked back downstairs and outside to the pool, sighing in frustration when she wasn’t there either. I stopped for a moment, wondering where she might be before it clicked and I let a smirk crawl over my face as I turned and basically ran all the way back into the house, ignoring our Irish Setter as she came running over, happy to see that I was home again. We had several animals, most at my insistence. Ashley didn’t really mind, as long as they didn’t sleep with us and were locked outside when it was time for us to ‘play’.