by K. Anderson
Then he pushed her down onto her back and she allowed him to, going with it and flopping onto it with a little giggle.
He grinned and then pulled off his boxers and clambered on, just as she lifted up her hips and teased down her panties, the two of them now completely naked. He helped her with them, yanking them off the ends of her feet and tossing them away as he connected their lips once more in a deep, sensual kiss, moaning into her mouth, his hands exploring all over her body just as hers were.
They carried on that way for several more minutes, rolling each other over, touching each other everywhere except where they most wanted it, their fingertips dancing teasingly over tummies, thighs, arms, chests, nipples, while their tongues were almost permanently connected, taking turns to roll each other onto their backs, the quiet room filled with the sounds of their softly smacking lips and loud beating hearts.
When neither of them could take the teasing any longer, they moved on to other areas. Carl took the initiative first, running one hand down between her legs and sliding a thumb over her clit, gasping quietly almost in unison to her. It was the first time he’d ever touched her, an exciting moment for them both.
He pressed their lips together at the same time and kissed her deeply, as his fingers began to explore the previously unknown territory, flicking back and forth, one even pushing its way slowly inside her as she spread his legs for him even more.
Quickly though, his fingers weren’t enough, especially when she could feel his leaking and throbbing length pressed up bare against her leg.
“Mmm…need you,” she murmured.
And Carl didn’t disappoint. They were both so turned on by that point that they couldn’t wait for very much longer.
He sat up on one hand and then lined himself up with the other, glancing down at himself to make sure he was in the right place then, without another word, he very slowly pushed forwards and entered her.
Her wet walls opened for him immediately and she let out a cry of pleasure, her arms reaching up and wrapping around his shoulders to drag him down for a kiss, just as her legs lifted up off the bed at the same time and hooked around his waist, keeping him close and pulling him in deeper straight away.
“Mmm baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes already half closed in pleasure.
Anna kissed at his jaw, his lips, his shoulders, worshipping him with her lips. “So do you…so big and perfect…”
After their quick interchange, Carl began to move inside her, pulling back his hips and then pushing in again, filling her up once more and causing her to gasp and moan his name under her breath.
He started them off at a slow, steady pace, but it was one that soon built up as they both became carried away in their passion.
Carl sat up a little and rested on his hands either side of her head, and Anna clung to his waist, his shoulders, anywhere she could grab, stroking and touching and kissing him everywhere as she moaned in sweet ecstasy with every powerful thrust from his hips, the bed starting to creak and groan a little under their exercise.
They carried on that way for sometime…five minutes, ten minutes, perhaps even longer, alternating between slowing down and speeding up, so they could try and make it last. Eventually though, they could wait no longer. They both needed release and they needed it now.
She heard Carl groan as he sped up, and she could tell he was already near the edge. She dug her heels into his ass a little and spurred him on like she was riding a horse.
“Oh…oh baby, ahh…I’m close, I’m close,” he gasped out, speeding up for those last few seconds as they both seemed to be hurtling towards their inevitable climax.
Anna too, felt her toes curling over and her stomach tensing as the sensations down below began to grow beyond her own control, the constant brushing and banging of his member against her clit causing her to lose her mind with pleasure, her juices freely running down and dampening his length even more as it slid easily in and out.
Just a few moments more and –
DING DONG!
Chapter Nine
Carl immediately stopped his thrusts and leaned over her with one hand either side of her head, taking the moment of interruption to get his breath back as well as frowning with an obviously confused expression on his face.
“Was…was that the doorbell?” Anna asked with a little whine of frustration, wishing he could carry on moving. She’d been almost there and now it appeared she was going to have to wait.
“It certainly was,” he mumbled, still breathless.
DING DONG!
And there it was again. Whoever was out there was nothing if not persistent.
“Just ignore it,” she begged of him, needing him so badly now. She thrust her hips up a little to try and encourage him to move again.
He frowned and shook his head. “It’s probably just Jehovah’s Witnesses or something.”
“Exactly. So ignore it and they’ll go away.”
“Or they’ll keep ringing. My car’s outside and the lights are on…”
“You could just be ignoring them. Which you are.”
DING DONG!
Carl groaned and got up off the bed, slipping out from inside of her and pulling on a pair of boxers. “I’ll just answer the door and tell them to go away. I’ll be back in a second.”
“Carl!” Anna pouted.
Except he wasn’t back in a second. Or a minute.
Anna lay there, in the quiet of his bedroom, the sheet still covering her nakedness, her legs all spread apart and waiting for him to return and finish what he started.
She could hear voices coming from downstairs. His voice, and one other’s. A woman’s, by the sound of things. Whoever it was, wasn’t just going away.
She sighed and got slowly out of bed, finding her T-shirt and a pair of shorts and putting them on to go down and see what was happening.
As Anna crept down the stairs, the voices got louder and she could hear snippets of what they were saying, heated and emotional.
"How could you possibly think this was okay?" She heard Carl retort angrily.
"It was for the best! I can explain everything," the woman answered.
"Then you'd better start explaining, because I am so confused right now, Sarah, I don't know what to think!"
Sarah.
Anna froze a little when she heard that name mentioned, her heart leaping into her chest. Then she rushed into the living room where they were talking, both dreading the news and desperate to learn it.
Carl and the woman both turned to look at her.
She saw the woman visibly recoil and take a step back. "Who...who's this?" She looked at Anna then back at Carl accusingly.
"This is Anna," he said with a gentle sigh. "My...my potential new wife."
"New wife? Wow, you moved on quick. Two minutes ago you were telling me you were heartbroken."
"I was heartbroken! I was devastated! I still am!"
"Obviously not that devastated," she scoffed. "And anyway, there's no need to be anymore, because I'm back."
"Yes...yes, you are," Carl mumbled slowly, then turned to Anna with both a guilty and troubled expression on his face, as if he didn't have the faintest clue what to do now. "Anna, this...well...you've probably worked it out already but...this is my wife...Sarah."
Anna gulped, then gave a small nod, looking over at the woman who was potentially about to turn all her dreams upside down. "S-so you're...n-not...dead..."
"No. Not a ghost either."
"But I buried you, Sarah!" Carl insisted, still obviously very confused about the whole thing, just as Anna was. "I buried you six feet under! I was at your funeral!"
"Did you have an open coffin?" Sarah asked.
Carl looked baffled. "Well...no, but I saw your body. I found your body!"
"Did you?"
"Yes of course I darn well did!" He raised his voice a little.
Anna hesitantly put her hand on the small of his back but he stepped away and began pacing
up and down.
"You said you could explain everything. Go on then!"
"Not here," Sarah mumbled, looking at Anna. "Not right now."
"What did you come here for then? If not to explain?"
"To let you know I wasn't dead, and that I want to still be your wife...I want things to be like they were before. I want to get to know my son."
"Anna's bonded with your son more than you ever did! You weren't there for him! Where were you?"
Sarah seemed to get flustered then, her cheeks going red as she turned and headed for the door, taking out a piece of paper and smacking it down on the coffee table. "That's my new number. Call me and we'll arrange to meet up. Just us. Not her."
She glanced over at Anna again with a look of jealousy and then rushed out of the house the same way she'd come, slamming the door behind her in a whirlwind. She'd been and gone so fast that in the utter silence that followed her exit, both of them stood there as if they weren't quite so sure whether any of that had actually been real or not.
“Wh-what are you going to do?” She asked him hesitantly.
He couldn’t look at her, his eyes down at the floor, his brow furrowed and his shoulders tense. “I…I don’t know,” he mumbled, shaking his head.
He walked away then, leaving her standing there in shock and confusion. She heard his heavy footsteps going up the stairs and closing the bedroom door behind him. It was safe to say there wouldn’t be any more sex that night, she thought to herself slightly bitterly, then gave a heavy sigh.
She made sure the front door was locked, then headed upstairs too, this time taking the spare room again and shutting herself in, hugging her knees as she lay in bed with tears prickling her eyes, staring at the wall ahead in the darkness and wondering what would become of her blossoming love with Carl and her hopes of a perfect, happy family with him and Jason now that the old love of his life had walked right back in.
Chapter Ten
For the next two days Carl was, not surprisingly, extremely distant.
Although he smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek and attempted to make an effort, she could tell he was strained, and that he had a lot on his mind.
“You don’t have to sleep in the spare room, you know,” he’d said to her.
“It’s fine,” she’d told him gently. “You need space. You need time to think.”
But when he came back from the meeting, he seemed lighter, less troubled, as though some weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Anna had been fretting about it all day, trying to immerse herself in taking care of Jason and making him laugh, hoping that the smiles and giggles of the beautiful baby boy would lighten her heart too, but when she thought about the fact that she might not ever see him again after this weekend was over, she couldn't help but be dragged down by her sadness once more.
"How was your day?" He asked casually, as if he'd just returned home from a day at the office and everything was normal. He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. There'd been less of that in the past couple of days, so it gave her some hope at least.
Then he took her by the hand and led her over to the couch, where Jason was lying on his mat on the floor, rolling around without a care in the world.
They both sat down.
"It was okay," Anna answered, trying to sound positive. It didn't matter about her day. She wanted to hear about his, and they both knew that so, obviously with some trepidation and with a heavy sigh and pain in his voice, Carl began to speak, recounting what Sarah had told him.
"The body I found that day wasn't hers..."
"I guessed as much," Anna mumbled.
"Yeah, me too. I think I just didn't want to believe she'd do something like that though."
"What did she...actually do?"
"The part about her getting into debt with some dealers was all true, but one of her friends had helped her to pay it off. Turns out that friend also helped her fake her death. She's a paramedic. Stole a body."
"Oh my gosh..."
"I know. It was a Jane Doe. No known friends or family and just fresh in. They beat the corpse to beyond recognition then dressed it in Sarah's clothes and jewellery. They had the same color hair, similar style. It was enough to be able to fool me apparently. I feel like such an idiot." He tutted and shook his head. "Didn't even recognize it wasn't my own wife."
"No, no, don't say that. Why would you? I mean, it's not like you were expecting her to fake her own death! It's not like you were looking out for clues or things out of the ordinary, you just saw what your eyes wanted to see, what they expected you to see and what made sense given the context."
Carl's frown softened a little as he thought about what Anna had said, then gave a small nod. "I,...I guess you're right."
"Of course I'm right." She took his hand and gave it a squeeze, then gently said, "carry on."
He took a moment to compose himself before continuing speaking. "When I called in the death, this friend of hers made sure she was working that night and that her ambulance was close enough in the area to be the one to take the call and make the pick up, so that no one else would notice the body had been dead for longer than it had been lying there. I mean, I wouldn't have been able to tell, not being a medic but...I guess other medical type people would. Then, instead of taking the body to the hospital, they took it somewhere else. They knew I couldn't ride with them in the ambulance because I had Jason."
"Wait, what about the other people in the ambulance? There's normally more than one."
"Ha no. Sarah was driving the ambulance and this friend of hers was the one who came in to get the body. I was too stressed out to think about how many people there were."
"Understandable. I hope this so called friend is gonna get fired over this."
"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure of it," Carl gave a short, bitter laugh.
"And what about the funeral?"
"I buried the Jane Doe. Her face was too battered to have an open coffin so we didn't..."
"But why?" Anna asked with a frown. "Why did she do it? Why go to all that trouble to fake your own death? It sounds like a really detailed plan. They must have planned it in some depth."
"Yeah, apparently they did. And the reason why was..." Carl sighed. "Well...Sarah thought Jason would be better off without her in his life."
"Okay but why didn't she just leave you like any normal person?"
"Because of the people she owed money to. If she was believed to be dead, they couldn't come after her, and then she wouldn't have the pain of having to break up with me, and Jason could grow up believing his mother had died rather than abandoned him."
"So why did she come back?"
"She got clean. Got off all the drugs, got herself a job, and decided she wanted to make another go of things with me."
Anna nodded a little and took a moment to take everything on board. Her head was swimming and she still had a dozen questions about Sarah and her crazy faked death, but that could all wait for some other time. Right now, she only had one question.
"And what did you say?"
"I said no," Carl answered immediately. "I know I've been a bit distant recently and I've needed a few days to get my head around this but...it wasn't actually that hard to make a decision in the end. I don't think I want someone in my life who thinks it's okay to do that, no matter how much I love them. I don't want someone who thinks it's okay for them to fake their own death, lie to me, break my heart like that, abandon me, then just waltz back into my life and expect everything to be normal, for me to just take them back. Well, it doesn't work like that. I can't do it, Anna...and besides," he added with a small smile, running his thumb over her knuckles. "I've fallen for you pretty hard."
“That’s good, Carl…because I’ve fallen for you too.”
And with that, they both leant in to press a gentle and much needed kiss to one another’s lips.
Chapter Eleven
Carl choosing her had been such a relief that she jus
t wanted to curl up in his arms that first night…to kiss him, cuddle him, tell him she loved him and would never leave him like Sarah had.
That following morning though, when they woke up in each other’s arms and Carl had a little bit of an erection, she couldn’t help but want him. It had been days since their last sexual encounter, the fateful one that was interrupted by the unexpected arrival of Sarah on their doorstep.
She leaned in and started kissing his lips, slow and gentle at first.
He groaned and pulled back. “I haven’t brushed my teeth, don’t kiss me…”
“I haven’t brushed mine either,” she chuckled.
“I don’t mind yours.”
“Well, I don’t mind yours. You don’t have stinky breath, it’s fine, just come here…”
He relented, and they began to kiss, his arms going around her shoulders and pulling her on top of him.
She sank her fingers into his soft, silky hair and moaned against his lips, slipping out her tongue and grinding her hips into his growing erection.
“You want this?” He murmured, pushing his hips up.
“Mmm,” she nodded and moved down to kiss at his neck. “I want it in my ass.”
She felt him tense up and give a little gasp of surprise, then she giggled and raised her head to look at his surprised expression.
“Are you serious?” He looked at her.
“Yep.”
“You wanna try anal?”
She nodded and rolled off him onto her back, spreading her legs a little and trying to give him her best seductive expression. It was something she’d never really practiced before, having not had many boyfriends, but she tried her best and it seemed to work.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He looked at her seriously for a moment, as if she’d just asked him to help her murder someone, not for him to stick his dick in her butt.
