by Zane
“Honey,” April said. “I work?” she asked with a state of confusion displayed on her face. “I mean, I don’t want to work,” she continued tenderly. “I want to continue to be a homemaker. I only ask that you share what’s going on at work. This way I’ll feel connected with it. Who knows, maybe I’ll be able to add an insight you could take into consideration.”
Virgil kissed the back of her head. April’s usual comment was, “How was your day?” He always felt that it was the proper thing to ask, but this time he believed she possessed a genuine interest in the company affairs. Something had changed within her. He couldn’t grasp the exact extent of the change, but her persona and sentiment had evolved. Something about her was uniquely different.
“You never cease to amaze me,” Virgil said as he walked away.
He crawled onto the bed and spoke his favorite phrase. The words “thunder from down under” made her giggle as if she’d heard them for the very first time.
“I’ll be in bed shortly,” April said. “The storm has lessened and missing the last part of the rainfall is like skipping the end of a good movie.”
“You get stranger by the day,” Virgil joked.
“You may be on to something,” April responded.
ELEVEN
Ariel watched the gigantic rectangular hole in the backyard’s ground through the bow window. She closed her eyes; she envisioned a pool filled with water. She vaguely recalled already floating in the pool, but the one before her now had yet to be completed. Both visions were real to her; both realizations helped her understand exactly what had happened. She glanced at the bandaged hand and her memory flashed back to the sight of the crack traveling across the bathroom wall. Oddly, she remembered her attempt to move out of harm’s way, but the hand wouldn’t release from the mirror. It was as though her hand was glued to the glass with the strongest epoxy. The sting of the glass cutting her palm replaced the lightning’s electrical energy. A quick pinch of the skin on the wave of natural phenomenon was all it took to allow the essence of another to enter a new soul. Memories, thoughts and feelings transcended between April and Ariel, displaced between another time and another place.
Even stranger was her inability to stop the self-pleasing act. Realistically, she didn’t want to. During the frightful moment she was far too close to the grand finale to be deterred by a lightning strike. To top it off, the sight of the almost identical likeness of herself reflected in the mirror in an identical erotic state demanded a competition between the two before the crack reached them. Neither knew who came first. All they knew was they saw each other at the mystical moment.
“Sweetheart,” Steven said. “Are you sad that the storm has pretty much passed over us?”
“I could watch them for days so I’m satisfied with the two-and-a-half nights of bliss.”
“Understanding that my competition is weaker, I bet I can turn you on tonight.”
Ariel smiled and turned toward her husband.
“You have always stimulated me. Lightning storms excite me in a different manner.”
“How about this?” Steven suggested.
He stood on the bed and the lower pointer finger was erect like a spear with deadly aim. Ariel’s curled legs swung around, straightened and her feet hit the floor with a rapid pace. She was summoned by the magic wand.
“You’re lucky the storm has passed. Otherwise, one might think you’re trying to attract lightning with that thing.” When she touched his member with her hand, the strangest thing happened. A vision of holding a penis with two fingers flashed through her mind. She gazed at the hand holding him in awe. She became amazed at the new reality and allowed the memory of a smaller pleasure tool fade into the distant past. She closed her mouth around a bigger and better treat. It was new; it was different so much that being electrocuted would’ve been considered an understatement. She marveled at the grander size and attacked it with reckless abandonment. April was so pleased to have something to work with; her aggression was well beyond an animal in heat. She became so overbearing with excitement, Steven became apprehensive about the forcefulness.
“Chill for a minute,” Steven said. “This isn’t your last meal before execution. What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m sorry,” she said while holding the hardened member just out of the sanctuary of her mouth. Her warm excited breath blew heavily from her nostrils. “I’m just captivated by your size tonight.”
Steven regarded his spouse strangely.
“I’m the same size as I was last night and the many nights before.”
For Ariel, his statement held truth, but intertwined with the truthfulness was a recollection of never being pleased by this amount of manly meat. Needless to say, Ariel continued the aggressive assault on his manhood where she left off, still enthralled by the seemingly new length and thickness. It was new, different and felt wonderful in her mouth. In no time Steven became pleased with his wife’s sexual onslaught. Her actions were like a breath of fresh air. Ariel’s sexuality had finally crossed over into another dimension. Although, at times she didn’t execute well, but this very moment her actions seemed veteran-like. That was until her hastiness caused her teeth to scrape painfully across his flesh.
“I want to feel me inside of you,” Steven spoke tactfully.
He stepped backward, sat and then lowered to his back holding his greatest hard-on captive. Ariel crawled on the bed between his legs.
“Say that again,” Ariel said as she replaced his hand with hers.
“I want to feel me inside of you,” he said again.
“No,” Ariel responded, entranced by a new sexual energy. “Tell me you want to fuck me,” she spoke in a sultry voice unknown to Steven.
Steven’s mouth fell open, but no words left it. He hardly believed his ears.
“What did you say?” he asked astonished.
“There is too much chit-chat at a time like this, but if you must know, I said fuck me hard. Do it now before I jerk you off with my hand.”
Steven was speechless. For years the slightest mention of those words was a huge turnoff for her.
What a difference a day makes, he thought more turned on than ever.
Ariel sat on his pole and it slid through her wetness like a submarine diving to unknown depths. When the vessel stabilized, his tool was touching the inside back wall of her womanhood.
“Mercy,” Ariel panted.
Parts of her realized it had been years since a non-manmade object satisfied her so. She gazed at Steven, eyes wide; she was almost afraid to move her body. The fear faded faster than it materialized. She began a slow and steady pelvic movement on what she deemed a new dick, yet she recalled being in the position with him before.
A recollection, a familiarity, whatever it was, it felt damn good to her. Ariel’s entire body warmed as if it was being heated from the inside. The small of her back was the first to become clammy, followed by the glistening of her forehead. By the time sweat flowed down between her breasts, she was in full bronco buck mode. Ariel was literally slamming herself down onto his hardness. She then began a deep abrasive grind as if her haven was a mortar and his tool was a pestle.
Ariel was being fulfilled beyond her wildest dreams, yet she bathed in the notion that it was nothing new. It didn’t matter; the old and new memories only added more fuel to her erotic state. The “fuck me” verbiage and other uncommon words spawned by Ariel became a real turn-on to Steven. Everything about her tonight was a side of his wife never seen before. He would no longer consider her slightly reserved. Her extra passion coupled with the verbal expressions gave him a whole new outlook on their sex life. He believed it was enhanced and his enthusiasm about the belief manifested itself into a grander, twenty-years-ago stamina.
Ariel exploded violently and loudly as she worked her way through an intense release. Her climactic state was so different, Steven thought for a quick second that she had been possessed. Never had he heard such an erotic bellow from his wife.
She continued to ride his manhood until she could no longer stand the slightest brush against her clitoris.
“My juices,” she panted as she leaned forward and rested on his chest.
“You are incredible tonight,” Steven interrupted. “What about your juices?”
“My juices are all over you,” she responded, still winded from the bronco ride.
Steven gave her a caring snuggly hug and then Ariel’s own thought caught up with her.
“My juices,” she stated clearer, “are all over your dick.”
Her statement was sensual with a hint of excitement. Before Steven knew what was happening, Ariel dismounted the joyous toy and began licking the sweet nectar off his tool as if it was a Popsicle. She made long strokes with her tongue that began at his testicles and ended at the mushroom shape of his manhood. She repeated the maneuver until she had made a complete circle around the hard cylinder. When she was satisfied that none of her secretions remained on him, her mouth engulfed his hardness. She took it deep into her mouth. She choked.
“Don’t kill yourself trying to tame that beast,” Steven joked.
“I won’t,” she responded after regaining her breath. “I moved just a little too fast. Now it’s your turn.”
TWELVE
April watched the raindrops stop as if she’d never see them again. Parts of her believed the thought was a delicate truth. She had gazed storms in the past, but to survive a life-altering incident was something she truly believed would never happen again. As she stepped away from the bow window, she was a bit saddened that Virgil had fallen asleep. She stood beside the bed and admired his chiseled frame. The one benefit of being the head of his own company, that he continually boasted about, was it allowed him to become an amateur bodybuilder. His short stocky frame was well-defined. The arms, legs, chest and back showed years of dedication to the craft. Virgil’s only sorrow was in his attempt to make himself more attractive. He, at the same time, made this already small manhood appear even tinier.
April was aroused by her husband’s body, but for the life on her, she couldn’t recall being so before. Nevertheless, she thought about the one thing men desire more than a two-woman orgy. That is to be wakened by their mate for a surprise fuck. She spread his legs, ran her fingertips upward on the inside of his thigh and positioned herself between his muscular legs. She replaced the fingertips with a wet tongue and licked the remaining way up his legs to his testicles. Virgil lifted his head and looked down at his ambitious wife. He closed his eyes and lowered his head again to assure himself that he was actually awake. His eyes opened wide when her soft lips kissed his sacs. It prompted him to raise and rest on his elbows.
“Something wrong?” April asked devilishly.
“No, nothing,” Virgil responded with a tone indicative of being surprised. “I had to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”
“Dreaming,” April stated. “Let’s call it a fantasy coming true.”
Her tongue swiped up his testicles, along the shaft on his manhood and ran through thick pubic hair. April smiled to hide the frustration that she had reached his hair too quickly. She grabbed his penis with a hand and was happy that Virgil had closed his eyes because there was no hiding the utter shock on her face. Flashes of a larger tool popped into her mind like an implanted memory. With a little concentration, what she had before her became familiar. Both visions comforted her; she knew simply by holding it that its size would fall short in the pleasing department without direction.
“Shall we get a toy?” Virgil asked.
“Ah, no,” April replied confidently. “You are fine just as you are.”
Virgil was surprised by April’s passing on a toy. “No thunder from down under? How about my thunder-tongue?”
“I’m yours for whatever you want.”
Virgil and April switched positions. In a matter of seconds Virgil was caressing her inner thigh with his fingertips. April eagerly anticipated a gentle tongue from her husband. She liked being on her back, legs held up in the air by her mate. She recalled his name. The thought brought April to her elbows. She gazed at her husband and spoke his name.
“Virgil,” she said as natural as she’d done for years. Yet, the other name thought of before the spoken word felt as real as the warm air coming from his mouth. “I want you,” she continued, despite knowing Virgil’s size would present a challenge.
Virgil stopped his tongue just short of tasting her peach. The comment pleased him; it frightened him and caused a certain type of anxiety. Like a high wind that swoops down and changes the complexity of a golf round, Virgil’s mood digressed to something short of fear. He moved and sat on the side of the bed, his head hung low as he contemplated how to best serve his wife without his tongue and without the toys.
“Sweetheart, I’d do anything to please you. We both know that I lack in the size department. After years of frustrating you, I wouldn’t mind if you found someone to satisfy your sexual needs. Just as long as I have you, I’d be fine.”
“I don’t need that,” April said defensively. “All I’ve ever desired was your love.”
“All I’ve ever wanted to do since the day I laid eyes on you was to love you and take care of you. A huge part of taking care of you includes the physical arena, too. I’d give up all of my wealth to be able to make you climax with what God gave me.”
Virgil’s words moved and captivated her heart. The emotional tremor in his voice revealed just how troubled he really was. As if it was the first time she truly listened, she heard the words in a whole new way. It was because she was different. As she thought of her near-perfect life, for the first time, none of the wealth and material possessions mattered. That’s what April would think; it’s what April thought.
“Sweetheart, I’d like to help you with this. Care to give it a try?” April asked.
“I know what you’re trying to do, honey, but we both know I don’t penetrate deeply enough for intercourse to be effective.”
“It’s just a matter of tactics. What’s our objective?” April asked.
Virgil’s smile delayed his response. For the first time in his recent memory, the issue was identified in the plural form instead of singular. Somehow he felt revived and it was apparent in his reply.
“To make your ass cum,” Virgil responded.
“That’s the spirit. Have you ever heard the expression, ‘Dance with the girl you brung’?”
“Yes, a time or two.”
“Then that’s what we’re going to do.”
Virgil remained unsure how her new enthusiasm would accomplish the task, but he was more than eager to find out, even at the risk of disappointment.
“First, let’s get him ready,” April said. “All of this chatter can’t be good for your thunder.”
Virgil gave her a warm smile.
“Straddle my face,” April instructed as she lowered to her back.
Virgil crawled on his hands and knees until both were respectively on the left and right side of her body. His grandness hung over her head.
“Lower,” April said.
Virgil spread his legs wider, thus, automatically lowering his goods toward her hungry mouth. April teased him with the tip of her tongue. The wetness and warmth of the caressing instrument sent pleasure ripples throughout his body. A wider stroke from her hot tongue had every imaginable form of eroticism moving through him like the constant repetition of ocean waves crashing on the shore. The erection that Virgil had was one from years gone by. It was strong and felt unbreakable. He looked down at the steel-like manhood; despite the size, he believed it would be a powerful tool tonight.
April licked his testicles for a few minutes until they loosened and hung like two heavy sacks. Virgil heard the words “teabag” announced in the form of a question. He was motionless for a brief moment while he deciphered the meaning of her inquiry. After a quick glance at April’s open mouth, he understood what she wanted him to do. He spread his legs further apart very slowly. The process lower
ed both sacs into her wide opened mouth, reminiscent of dunking two teabags into a cup of hot water. April closed her mouth carefully around his crown jewels. They felt like soft marbles and she swirled her tongue around them. With a delicate touch, she pulled on the sacs and was surprised when her ears intercepted the repeated word, “harder.” Her mouth’s grip tightened, she pulled down, added the swirl of her tongue and felt his flesh stretch. When he felt her mouth go through the motion of a swallow, Virgil thought his wife had been possessed by a sex goddess. Nevertheless, it had been years since there was this much excitement with their intimacy.
Hell, a great part of him felt like he was being fucked; especially when April started massaging the outer rim of his rectum. His first reaction was to tense his muscles, one that included clamped butt cheeks that a hydraulic drill couldn’t open. But, after a few moments of a guitar strum tenderly across the forbidden zone, Virgil relaxed and enjoyed the extra special touch April performed. With Virgil’s jewels still in her mouth, April somehow articulated to him that it was time.
Virgil’s take on the sexual encounter thus far was something far more than thrilling. April could have hung him upside down on a rope by his big toes and he would have complied. He backed his body away, positioned himself on his knees between her spread legs, and held his iron rod in his hand, waiting for the next command. April raised her legs, bent each knee and held them in place opposite each of her ears.
“Give it to me now,” April spoke.
In the vulnerable position, Virgil had easy access to April’s wet jewel. He was excited with anticipation. A new freak in his wife, a high school-like hard-on coupled with the excitement of the unknown made him manly and confident. He slid his tool into her wet haven as if he had ten thick inches and began grinding his hips onto her with a decisive objective. Realistically, he wasn’t deep enough in her to be anything more than an object out of place. Virgil was in the girls’ pushup position. He gazed at her with a childlike innocence.
