by Gwen Masters
Rebecca came, convulsing on the toys, squeezing them so hard she almost pushed them out. Richard pressed hard against the bases of them, holding them in, making the orgasm so much more intense. He held the toys as she rode hard against them, her eyes closed, lost in the fantasy of fucking two men in her bed while her boyfriend watched every sensation that ran through her body.
Richard enjoyed the view. He saw her toes curl, her calves tighten, her whole body shudder, and her pussy get wetter. He watched as her nipples got hard, as the flush ran from her chest to her face, as her lips fell open and her eyes closed. His cock was rock hard as she collapsed on the bed, the toys still in her, breathing hard.
Richard came around the other side of the bed, careful to hold the toys in her as he moved. “Get up,” he ordered her, and after looking at him for a moment with dazed eyes, she got up on her knees. When he wiggled the dildos she reached under her and pressed her shaky hand against his. “Hold those there. We’re not done yet.”
Rebecca panted as he pushed down his pants, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pushed his dick in her mouth. Immediately, the tiny zings of pleasure shot through her again, pulses that made her pussy clench hard on the dildo inside it. She rocked back and forth, first taking in his cock then taking in the toys, until she built up a steady rhythm. Her body felt liquid, melting from the inside out, a vessel of pleasure.
Richard watched his girlfriend, her hair in disarray and her face red, as his cock disappeared into her mouth. She took him in all the way and gagged once, but quickly got her rhythm back and kept the motion smooth. He resisted the urge to thrust into her and make himself come as quickly as he could. This was her fantasy, and he wanted her to come hard while all three holes were busy.
He knew when she started to lose it again. Her motion became jerky and for a moment, she forgot to suck his cock. Her eyes went distant and her moans became constant. Richard reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him.
“Suck me off,” he ordered. “Fuck them both, and make them come, and suck me off. Take cum down every one of your holes.”
She stared up at him as her body started to shake. When he thrust his cock deep into her mouth, it was like flipping a switch. She came hard enough to push the toys out of her.
They dropped to the bed, wet and glistening. She moaned on his dick, and that final vibration, mixed with the way she looked there on that bed in front of him, pushed him over the edge, too.
Richard came in her mouth. She swallowed him at first, but somehow she had the presence of mind to pull away for the second shot, so it landed all over her lips. The third came when she sucked him back into her mouth, intent on getting the rest of it from him. She looked up at him, his cock buried and his cum on her face, and he could have sworn the look in her eye was a laugh.
When she collapsed on the bed this time, he let her go. She rolled over and looked at the toys, then looked at him, and burst out laughing. She sat up slowly, cleaned the cum from her face with her fingers, and slowly licked it away, savouring it like candy. Richard watched her until it was all gone, then he crawled into the bed beside her, pushing the toys out of the way.
“Three men,” he whispered, still trying to catch his breath.
“You were the best out of all of them,” she said.
“I was the only one with a pulse.”
She cuddled under his chin and he held her with one strong arm. She took his hand, the one that had been bandaged the last time she saw him, and turned it over in hers. There was a straight, even scar there. She kissed it and ran the tip of her tongue across it. “Does it hurt?”
“It twinges if I lift something heavy,” he said. “But soon it won’t hurt at all.”
“Good.”
They lay in silence for a while, and for the first time Richard took in the beauty of the room, the tiny space that looked so much bigger with the addition of the sunlight glowing through the wide and high windows. The pictures on the wall were simple, matted in white, skylines of the city they were now in. There was one of a covered bridge, and he knew exactly when it had been taken. That made him smile.
Rebecca lay against him and listened to his heartbeat under her ear. How many nights had she lain on her pillow and wished she could hear this sound instead? Now he was here, strong and solid in her bed, and she had never been happier.
“I have something to tell you,” he said.
She sat up in bed, waiting for it. Her hair was tangled, and the makeup she had carefully applied before coming to see him was long gone. He could still smell her perfume, though, something light and airy, so much like that yellow dress she had worn to the airport.
She looked into his eyes and saw happiness there.
“Tell me.”
He smiled at her. “I filed for divorce.”
Rebecca’s eyes grew wide. She had tried hard not to think about the future because she knew his personal life wasn’t settled, no matter how confident they were in their relationship. But now he had taken a definite, legal step towards settling all the issues that held them back from a real discussion about what would come next. The word ’divorce’ seemed to open up a brand new horizon and made the world look entirely different.
Richard watched the emotions flood her face. First there was surprise, then elation, then a gradual dawning of reality as she thought about what it all meant. Finally there was a calm acceptance, but one that didn’t hide the joy she felt.
“How will they find her to serve the papers?” she asked.
“I have no idea, but I’m sure a legal team can find her. I’ve just never tried.”
“You never sent an investigator after her?”
“Why? She didn’t want to be with me, so why would I track her down?”
Rebecca nodded. If she had been the one in that situation, she probably wouldn’t have hired an investigator, either. “How do you think she will react?”
“I doubt she will care,” he mused. “Or she will be stunned that I actually did it.”
“She has to expect it.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ve done it, and now she can respond to it if she likes, but the fact remains: I’m moving on. And I want to move on with you.”
Her radiant smile was all the answer he needed.
Chapter Fourteen
Their weekend in Miami was blissful. They spent most of their time in her apartment, getting reacquainted and doing their best to wear each other out. When they weren’t exploring things between the sheets, they were out on the streets of Miami, exploring all the things that were so different from Richard’s life in Iowa. Around every corner he heard the colourful sounds of Spanish. The sun shone down on bodies that were scantily clad, even though it was supposed to be winter. The water was blue, so blue it hurt his eyes, and the skyscrapers looked more like works of art than buildings. He took it all in while Rebecca watched the discovery in his eyes, and did her best to capture it with her camera.
Richard went to the studio with her and looked at everything, remembering how she looked through the back rooms of the Crispin Tribune. He now understood the novelty of soaking up the atmosphere in which she spent so much of her time, and he tried to remember everything, so he could take it back to Iowa with him until the next time he came to see her.
He looked through her portfolio, impressed anew at her talent. He scanned her schedule book and was secretly delighted to see how busy she was. It might keep her from coming to Iowa as often as he would have liked, but it was also the mark of her burgeoning success, and that made him happy.
Rebecca kept her camera on him all weekend, taking pictures of him when he was aware of it and even more when he was not. She loved having him there, loved the way her apartment seemed different now, as though the space had been changed by his presence. She knew she would never walk the streets of Miami again without seeing him on the sidewalk, on the street corner, in the little shops. The thought filled her with a peace that was almost startling in its
force.
The last night in her apartment, she set up a camera with a timer, and every twenty seconds a picture flashed, capturing their lovemaking on film. They kept going even after the memory card was full, and greeted the morning sun with moans and sighs.
When Rebecca took him to the airport, there were still tears, but not nearly as many as there had been when she had to leave Iowa. Now they knew they were committed to making the long-distance relationship work, and they had handled the separation without losing their attraction for one another. There was also the added element of having a future to discuss, where once there had been no discussion to be had. They kissed at the terminal and let people walk around them, ignoring both the indulgent smiles and the impatient scowls, until the final call for his plane came over the loudspeaker.
“I’ll call you in a few hours,” he said, and she touched his face as he moved away.
“I’ll see you in a few weeks,” she promised, and with one final wave he was gone.
Richard fell into a dark, sullen mood when he landed at the airport in Des Moines.
There was no pretty woman in a yellow dress to meet him, the weather was cold as hell, and he had to drive his truck back to his lonely house all by himself. Now that he knew what it was like to be happy again, he wanted her around all the time.
He called her as soon as he was out of the airport, and they talked as he drove home, both of them excited about the weekend they had just enjoyed. They discussed plans for her next trip to Iowa. This time she would fly, and he could already imagine what they would do with those beautiful days.
When he pulled into his driveway, the light in the kitchen was on. Strange, he thought, then remembered that his mother had grudgingly agreed to watch over the house while he was gone. He grinned at the thought of having something good and homemade to eat when he walked in the door, and, though it wasn’t the same as greeting Rebecca in the kitchen, it was still a good welcome home.
“Ma is in my house,” he said into the phone. “I’ve got to go.”
“Call me tomorrow,” she said.
Richard walked through the door, announcing his arrival. “Thanks for watching over the house, Ma,” he called. “I’m back, I’m hungry and I’m tired.”
He stopped short in the kitchen doorway, staring at the table. The woman sitting there looked right back at him, her smile tight and fake, her eyes blank.
“Hello, Richard,” Amanda said.
Richard thought he was going to be sick. He grabbed the doorframe until the world settled down again. When he looked back up at the table, she was still there, as real as anything. Her smile was no longer fake—now it was slightly amused.
“Aren’t you going to welcome me home?” she asked.
It was the same voice he was so familiar with, the one he had thought he would never hear again. “Amanda?”
“Don’t you remember your wife?”
He stared at her, letting the reality sink in. He had filed for divorce only a few days ago, but he had felt divorced for so long that it seemed like just a formality to the situation.
Now she was here, and there underneath her coffee cup were the divorce papers.
“That was fast,” he said, finally finding some equilibrium.
“I wasn’t far away.” She was still smiling, as if this were a discussion on the weather, not a wife confronting her husband after disappearing from his life for three solid years.
Richard took off his coat and carefully pulled off his gloves. He kicked his boots into the garage and shut the door behind him, careful not to face her. He wasn’t sure what there was to say. He wasn’t sure why she was even there. It had been over for a long time, and her presence felt like an unnecessary slap in the face. Was she just coming back to rub things in, to make him remember how helpless he had felt way back then?
She watched him, her expression unreadable. He finally turned to her and put his hands on the back of a kitchen chair. For years he had thought about what he would say when she came back, if she ever did, and he had even rehearsed a speech or two. He had a carefully-worded response to everything she might come up with, but now that she was sitting in front of him again, all those rehearsed words disappeared like a puff of smoke. He had no idea what to say, so he just said what was in his heart—the most honest truth he had.
“I don’t know where you’ve been, and I don’t much care anymore, Amanda. You made the decision to leave me, and I licked my wounds for years. Now I’ve made the decision to leave you. It’s pretty simple to me, and it should be simple to you, too. I don’t know why you’re here.”
She suddenly glared at him, and her words were filled with venom. “You were the one who drove me away,” she hissed. “You were the one who was too interested in your paper and your precious community and your farmland to pay attention to the wife you had at home. You were the one who came home late at night with no explanation, and you were the one who spent every weekend running that damn paper! You were the one who left me here alone.” There were tears of anger in her eyes as she looked at him. “What was I supposed to do? I figured when I ran you would come after me, but you didn’t care enough to do that. Did you even love me in the first place?”
Richard shook his head slowly. “I didn’t make you leave.”
“You’ve spent so much time convincing yourself of that, I’m sure,” she spat. “But you always were good at writing your own stories, Richard. You created a story that made you look better, rather than worse, and now you’re trying to tell me it was my fault? Spare me, sweetheart.”
Richard stared at the table, unsure what to say. The first little questions started creeping in on the weight of her words. Had he ignored her? Had he worked too much? Why hadn’t he gone after her when she left, instead of thinking she was the one who wanted out?
Had he really missed all the signs?
When he raised his eyes back to her, he was shocked to see the tears running down her face. She picked up the divorce papers and flung them at him. They hit his chest, some of them ripping loose from the staple, falling to the floor at his feet like a perverse kind of offering.
“You filed for divorce and now you’re blaming me for it? I gave you three years to see the error of your ways, which was about three years too long. I should have been the one to file, but I still had hope you would really love me, Richard.” She was sobbing now, in a way he hadn’t seen before. “I still had hope that one day you would come to find me and show up on my doorstep and tell me how sorry you were.”
He shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Was all this really happening? None of it made any sense. He needed time to back away, to process all she had said, to get a handle on all those questions he had harboured for so long. Now that she was here, he was more confused than ever.
“Amanda, if you felt this way, you should have said so a long time ago. You should have tried to get through to me. You never said a word. I thought everything was fine.”
She raised her hands in frustration. “You never noticed me leaving our bed when you were too tired for sex? Or crying in the kitchen while I cooked breakfast? Or the way I stopped waiting up for you at night, and how sometimes I would be crying when you came home?”
Richard shook his head. He didn’t remember those things. But what if she was right? What if he had just missed them? Under her barrage of questions and accusations, his head was spinning.
“If you felt that badly about our marriage, you should have told me,” he said.
She pushed her chair back so hard it screeched on the tile and fell over with a clatter. She leaned over the table and screamed, “You should have noticed me!”
The aftermath of her anger echoed through the house. Richard took a step away from the table. Amanda glared at him with cold, hard eyes, the tears on her face the only thing soft about her. They stared at each other in silence, and when Richard dropped his eyes to the table, he noticed she was still wearing her wedding ring.
Som
ething about that wedding ring finally broke him free of the paralysis. He had just filed for divorce after she had been gone for three long years—after he had dealt with the pain of being abandoned, the hurt, the disappointment, and yes, the fear that crept into the middle of his dreams from time to time—and now she was back, all this time later, and wearing that wedding band? The same one she had accepted when she said her vows?
For richer or poorer. In sickness and in health.
Until death do us part?
He slammed his hands down on the table, startling her so much that she was the one to take a step back. He pinned a glare on her that was furious enough to wither steel, and his voice was cold as ice.
“You spineless bitch.”
Amanda blinked at him. “What did you say?”
He didn’t take his eyes from her. “You. Spineless. Bitch.”
“How dare you!”
“No, how dare you! You walked away from this marriage and everything was fine and dandy until I called you on that bullshit, wasn’t it, Mandy? Then you had to come running back and make yourself look like the good little girl when the truth is that you ran out on your husband. Where have you been these last three years, anyway? Where did you go? Better yet, who were you with?”
She shrank back with every question, and finally the hardness in her eyes was gone, replaced by sadness and fear. “Who was I with?”
“That’s what I said.”
“How could you think such things?”
“Answer me.”
“I don’t have to answer to you!” She straightened her back and met his glare head-on. “From what I hear, you’re the one who has some answering to do.”
Richard refused to back down. “Funny how it took me moving on to get you back here, isn’t it? I’ll have you know I didn’t even look at another woman for years. I was faithful to you until I knew you weren’t coming back.”
