by A. Valentine
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 just 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.
“Yes, yes, of course,” she answered, a little impatiently. She was wet and desperate for him already, her legs starting to part and her insides squirming. If he hesitated and made her wait any longer, she’d change her mind and just want him inside the regular way, seeing as she imagined that would probably bring her more direct pleasure. She’d never been an ace at science but as far as she could remember there were no pleasure sensors inside the ass for women, unlike guys who had all the fun.
“We’ll take it slow, okay?” He looked at her intently. “And if I’m hurting you at any point, you can tell me and I’ll stop right away.”
“How should I let you know?” She asked with a smile, reaching for the bedside table and bringing out some lube, not wanting to waste any more time. They’d already been interrupted once; she wasn’t about to let it happen again. “Should we have, like, a safe word or something? How kinky do you want our future sex life to be, husband?”
She thought she saw his cheeks flushing slightly at that, and she enjoyed the sight of it. “I uh…I don’t know…wife.”
“I’m just teasing you,” she laughed and leaned in to kiss him on the nose, then handed him the lube. “I guess you’re going to need to use this.”
“Yeah, I didn’t need it last time, you were so wet,” he chuckled.
“I am right now,” she admitted, wiping a couple of fingers between her legs and giving a soft moan of pleasure.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to uh…”
“You can touch me while we do it.”
“Have you ever done this before?” He asked intently, sitting up on his knees, already very hard and obviously quite excited at the prospect.
“No. Have you?”
“Once or twice.”
“Is that secret code for ‘absolutely loads’?”
Carl blushed and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, being very gentle and loving with her.
“You don’t have to be so careful, y’know,” she smiled, although it was nice to have someone who very obviously cared about her, she didn’t want their sex to be ordinary all the time. A bit of spice now and then wouldn’t do any harm. “I’m not that fragile. I won’t break.”
“Alright uh…let’s see…okay, we need to prep you first…make sure you’re nice and relaxed before I put anything too large in there.” He glanced down at his throbbing eight-inch member then smirked back up at her.
“Okay, how do we do that?” she asked.
He grabbed the pillow he’d been sleeping on. “Lie on your belly and put this under you…like uh…under your belly, to raise your hips and your butt up a little.”
She nodded and did as she was told, with Carl helping to slowly ease the pillow underneath her. She shuffled around a bit and got comfy. It was actually pretty relaxing so far.
Once she was in position, Carl took hold of her thighs and gently parted her legs, pushing them wide apart, getting himself on his knees in between them. She kept them spread nice and wide, bending her knees slightly so she could get comfortable again.
“Good,” he crooned softly, running his hand up and down her thigh. “Mm, I’ve got a great view from here,” he added with a chuckle.
She smirked and turned her head a little to look back at him over her shoulder, sitting up on her elbows. “Yeah? What can you see?”
“Mmm…glistening pussy lips…all wet and dripping for me…and your cute little butt cheeks. They’re perfect. I bet you’re going to feel so tight around me.”
She shuddered slightly at the hot, breathless way in which he was talking. She’d never heard him talk dirty like that before but it was a real turn on.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she murmured back softly.
“Mm well, you’re gonna have to wait a little while longer. Just be patient. I want to try something out.”
“What?”
“Close your eyes and relax. Just settle down.”
She nodded and settled onto the pillow, resting her arms down too.
Carl placed both his hands on the cheeks of her ass and separated them, then leaned down and pressed his face into the crack, sticking out his tongue and licking at the tight band of muscles that made up her hole.
Anna squeaked and lurched forward slightly at the warm, wet sensation. “What are you doing?”
Carl chuckled and gave one cheek of her butt a little squeeze, the pillow preventing Anna from moving too far up the bed anyway. “Just relax,” he told her. “I think you’ll enjoy this.”
He leaned in again and began to lick and tongue at her little hole.
It felt strange at first, but a few seconds later and she started to relax as he instructed, then began to really enjoy it. Soon, she was moaning and squealing and pushing back against his face as he squeezed her ass.
With the pillow raising her hips, it also exposed her vagina which he now took advantage of by rubbing his thumb up and down the slit, then pushing his finger forwards and running it over the clit a couple of times as his tongue continued its work, alternating between poking at it and using the tip to tease at the entrance to giving long, slow laps with the flat of his tongue, mixing it up, keeping her off balance and not expecting his next move.
Anna went crazy beneath him. She squirmed and wriggled, gasped and moaned, arched upwards and did half push ups off the bed, her eyes rolling and her mouth open in pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before and the new sensations were driving her crazy, incredibly hot. She grabbed at one of her own breasts, twisting and tugging at the nipple a little and squeezing it, adding extra sensations, then mauling and clawing at the bed as the sounds she let out became more and more obscene.
He began to push a finger inside her vagina, just one to start off with, then two, as his tongue continued to lap at her ass and his thumb brushing back and forth over her clit. The way he was going, she felt as though she was going to climax already, but he didn’t allow her to. He stopped, just as she felt like she was on the brink, and pulled back away from her.
She gave a gasp of protest and sat up, twisting to look at him.
“Lie still, this isn’t over,” he said firmly, and there was a demand and order about his voice that turned her on even more. She wondered how dominant he could get if he was given the chance, and she made a mental note to test that out further in future.
“What’s next?” she gasped, half closing her eyes.
She heard the cap of the lube getting flicked open and a squelching noise as some of it was squeezed onto Carl’s palm.
Her entrance still felt all wet and warm from his tongue, and already slightly opened up, but it opened even more a second later.
She reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks wider for him. He circled his finger around her hole teasingly then slowly began to push it inside.
She gasped and tensed up.
“It’s OK,” he crooned. “Just relax. This might feel a little weird at first, but you’ll get used to it. Then hopefully enjoy it.”
She nodded into the pillow and let out the breath she’d been holding, trying to relax and breathe slowly in and out.
He grabbed the bottle with his other hand and squeezed it all over her a
ss, watching as it dribbled down and filled up her crack. Then he closed the cap and tossed it onto the floor.
“Wow, that’s a lot,” Anna giggled, feeling it all squelchy and kind of cold.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” Carl mumbled, pushing his finger in deeper.
She gasped as it went in up to his knuckle and he reached out with his other hand and stroked gently up and down her back to calm her.
Once it was in, he rested and just let it stay there for a moment so she could get used to it, before pulling back and starting to move it, slowly, in and out.
Anna let out a soft whimper, experiencing a mixture of pleasure and pain, but mostly just an odd, uncomfortable sensation. Carl was right; it took a while to get used to. He reached around with his spare hand and continued the attention on her wet clit that he’d been giving her previously, and that was a sufficient distraction to stop her worrying too much about the finger in her butt.
She moaned louder and closed her eyes, pushing her hips back against him a bit and lifting herself up so he could get a better angle on her. His fingers slid back and forth through her wetness as his other finger did the work in her tight ass.
He took his time, wanting to make sure she was fully comfortable and relaxed before very carefully adding a second finger to the mix, squeezing it up along with the first.
Anna felt the stretch more this time, her muscles widening to accommodate both of Carl’s thick, long fingers.
“Nn…” She gave a small inarticulate grunt, wondering how his entire penis would ever fit up there.
“You comfortable?” He asked, flicking his thumb over her clitoris again.
“I…I think so,” she nodded.
“You’re doing really well.” He started to spread his two fingers apart slightly and she could feel them pressing against the walls insider her. She whined and kept her legs nice and wide, starting to actually enjoy the sensation.
“M-more,” she murmured.
She heard him chuckle softly and he started to move his fingers a little quicker, back and forth, over and over, in and out, the lube helping.
