by A. Valentine
“Woah woah, that is totally not your fault and doesn’t make you a bad husband at all,” Anna interrupted, holding up her hands. “Addicts are really good at hiding things. They become like, experts at it. Trust me, I know. My brother was an addict and uh…yeah, I dunno what’s even happened to him but he went to live in San Francisco and lost contact with the whole family. He could be dead too for all I know…” She sighed a little sadly then shook her head. “But this isn’t about me, I’m so sorry…”
“No, I’m sorry about your brother,” Carl reached for her hand and gave it a little squeeze. “And thank you for being so understanding.”
“Goodness though, that must have been just terrible. But you’re not a bad person or a bad husband, Carl, far from it. You supported her when a lot of people would have just walked out and left.”
He nodded a little and looked down. “I just wish I could have helped her.”
“Come here…” She jumped up off the breakfast bar stool and wrapped her arms around him. “Thanks for sharing with me. That must have been tough to talk about.”
“It’s the first time I’ve really talked about it since it happened,” he admitted, hugging her back. “Even at the funeral I…I couldn’t really face talking about it.”
“Did any of her family come? Did any of them know about this?”
“No. She didn’t have any family, as far as I know. It was just her. She’d lost touch with them when she was a teenager and left home. Fell out about things. They were strict Christians and she’d decided she was an atheist so, y’know how that goes.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she frowned, then sighed a little sadly.
“Still,” he shrugged. “Enough of that now. Dinner’s ready.”
Chapter Eight
He plated up the food and carried it over to the dining table. Anna got up off the breakfast bar and went to join him, and the two of them sat and ate together hungrily in silence.
“That orgasm definitely gave me an appetite,” Carl said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, me too,” she agreed.
“I actually wasn’t expecting you to make a move that quickly into your stay.”
“I wasn’t either,” she admitted with a blush. “I swear I’m not normally like that it’s just…I felt like I knew you really well before I even came here, with us having talked online all week.”
“Yeah, I felt the same. Not to mention the fact that you’re gorgeous.”
“So are you,” Anna chuckled.
“I’m glad we did it.”
“Me too.”
“I’m not going to rush you into sex though,” he added. “Just…whenever you’re ready. There’s no need to rush.”
“I agree,” she smiled and tentatively reached for his hand, holding it for the rest of the meal.
Carl stayed true to his word about not rushing her, but it was still only a further twenty-four hours before anything else happened between them.
That night, she moved her stuff from the spare room into the master, and they slept together in the same bed for the first time. Nothing sexual went on; just kisses and cuddles, and they slept curled up in each other’s arms for most of the night, until Jason woke them at around 4am for a feed.
This time, Anna got up and helped Carl with it, wanting to take more responsibility for the child, even doing the feed herself, then putting him back down to sleep in the crib. When the young boy woke again at half past six, Anna insisted that Carl stay in bed and get some rest, and that she would deal with it all on her own.
It was a bit of a challenge, but she rose to it and enjoyed it, bonding with little Jason and rocking him back to sleep while singing him a soft nursery rhyme, the child clinging to her shirt with his tight little fist.
By the third day, a firm bond was already starting to form between the two of them, and quite often, Jason would reach out his tiny arms for Anna instead of Carl, a fact that Carl was delighted about rather than hurt or jealous, happy that Anna and Jason were getting on so well together.
They went for another walk in the stroller that day, leaving Carl to get on with some work in the afternoon. This time, Anna took him a little further and they went to the park. She took him to see the ducks and threw them some bread while Jason watched and giggled, shaking his rattle and Anna was the sole person in charge of his feeds and diaper changes for the whole day. She relished the job and had already begun to love and dote on the child as if it was her own. He was adorable and very sweet, and really not that much trouble at all. It was hard not to love him.
That night, after they’d finished eating dinner and had been curled up on the couch together watching a horror movie, it happened.
They started off with kissing, their tongues clashing with one another’s as Anna rolled over and swung her legs round to sit on his lap. Then Carl was pushing his hands up his top in a way he had never done before, possessing her, loving on her. And Anna suddenly needed him more than ever.
“Can…can we go upstairs?” She asked hesitantly.
He didn’t have to ask her what for. He knew she wasn’t planning on sleeping, and she was pretty sure she could already feel his erection through his pants.
He nodded quickly and she leapt up off his lap, taking hold of his hand as he got to his feet and began to lead her up the stairs to the bedroom.
Anna could already feel the excitement and tension building in her body as they went up the stairs together, interlocking their fingers together and squeezing at his hand. She was nervous, but she definitely wanted it, especially after she knew how big he was, how good he tasted.
As soon as they got into his bedroom and he closed the door behind them, she placed both her hands on his shoulders and pushed him up against the door. Her confidence had definitely grown around him over the past few days and she felt able to take control now and get what she wanted, especially after she’d heard him moan for more when she’d been giving him that blowjob. She knew what he liked and she knew how to give it to him. That gave her a definite feeling of power and control that she enjoyed relishing in occasionally.
He gave a soft grunt of surprise and looked down at her, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
“You’re so amazing,” he murmured. “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”
“So have I. Well, we managed to last three days, I guess,” she giggled and blushed.
“I can’t help it if you’re so darn attractive. I’ve been trying so hard to be a gentleman about this,” he chuckled, looking into her eyes.
“You are a gentleman. You’re a perfect gentleman. Now make me scream.” She said the sentence in all seriousness, then laughed a little afterwards, knowing how cheesy and ridiculous it sounded.
He gave a small laugh too and leaned down to kiss her, their lips crashing together in an eager, messy embrace, their tongues immediately coming out to clash in one another’s mouths and explore the new territory.
His hands ran up and down her body, round to the front and tugging on the buttons of her blouse. She stepped back from the kiss to quickly start undressing, and Carl did the same, the two of them just sort of staring at each other hotly, looking in each other’s eyes as they stripped off.
Anna couldn’t hold the gaze for long, however. Soon, her eyes flitted down to Carl’s chest as he slipped off his shirt, taking in the sight of his muscles and toned body. He was gorgeous…perfect. Not too muscular, but not too skinny either. Just right. Amazing contours. She shuddered a little and bit her lip.
The night before, he’d slept in a T-shirt and shorts and had got changed for bed while she’d been in the bathroom. She hadn’t had the chance to see him properly, but now, looking at him like this underneath his clothes for the first time, she found herself staring in amazement and hunger, her eyes eagerly taking it all in, drinking in the sight of him.
“Am I OK?” He asked hesitantly.
“You’re more than OK…you’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” he blushed
slightly then reached out both hands to undo her bra and slip it gently off her shoulders, revealing her pert breasts underneath.
Then it was Carl’s turn to stare. His eyes widened and he ogled her for a good while before taking one hand and placing it over her left breast, giving it a small squeeze, then his other hand over her right breast and joining in with the squeezing, moaning quietly under his breath. “You’re the perfect one.”
She felt her cheeks heating up and she stood on her tip toes to give him a little kiss on the lips; a little kiss that went on for a while longer than she intended, with Carl now taking control and holding both her arms, swinging her round and walking her over to the bed as he continued to kiss her.
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.
