by Gabi Moore
My world crumpled like burnt paper and everything came rushing in to a fine, glorious point somewhere between my eyes. A choking sensation grew deep in my throat, and my heart felt like it had stopped beating all together. I realized with alarm that my face was hot. I was crying. Long, wet streaks poured from my eyes as I stared down at her. My Natty. My beautiful wife. Alive and well. So alive she seemed to glow and pulse right in front of me. I would do anything for this woman. I had done everything for her.
She stared straight ahead, strangely calm. It was a reversal of our old roles. It was my turn to weep like a baby and succumb to my emotions, and her turn to survey me a cool calm air. She stood and looked at me. Something had changed in her.
“I understand now. I understand why you did what you did. I get it. I was wrong, Todd. I was so, so wrong to treat you like I did. But you are right. I was scared to trust you. I was so scared of everything. But you knew. You knew what I needed. You knew that we had to get here, we had to get to this point…”
Her voice was clear and strong, almost as though she was an actress now, all the spotlights on her, and everything else dark and listening. The tears kept streaming down my face. I tightened my jaw and tried to see through the blur.
“For the last few months I kept asking myself, what are we doing? What on earth are we doing? But I get it now. We were doing what we had to do. To stay together.”
I couldn’t speak. Nothing in the world existed for me at that moment but her clear, bright face. And my love for her. In this room, I had cleared away the last ugly cobwebs of doubt and fear that had clung to our relationship from the beginning. But with a long, cool drink of plain tap water, we had washed that all away now. The poison had left us, in this strange, dark room, and it had left forever. I could feel it. And I knew she could feel it too.
She reached out and touched me. Ordinarily, I would have shut her out, scoffed at her. I, too, had been scared. But now, things were different. Instantly, my body responded to her, and I was rock hard in a matter of seconds. She stepped closer towards me and pressed her long, feminine form against me, and I was overwhelmed by her scent and the softness of her skin.
I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to bury into her as far as I could go, and hold her and keep her, and lavish on her all the pleasure her beautiful little body could stand. She leaned in for a kiss and I hungrily returned it, and we kissed slowly but with a sweet, passionate hunger. Her lips were trembling but deliberate, working over mine with a care and skill that took my breath away. She was guiding me. And when she guided me gently to the floor, I followed. She always was the expert, in matters of the heart. Of the body. I gave myself over to her.
Her little hands worked quickly over my clothes, removing each layer and tossing it aside. I was soon naked, face wet, staring up at her as she straddled me, my massively engorged cock tucked between us both.
“I love you Natty,” I said.
“I love you. Now you’ve made me wait so long for this, and I don’t want to wait any longer,” she said, and leaned in for another kiss.
Chapter Twenty-One - Natasha
Perhaps you’ll think I’m crazy, just like Pablo and basically everyone thinks I’m crazy, but nothing else in my life felt more right than it did at that moment. In that weird room, with him, and his crazy “tests”, I finally found some peace and understanding. Really. All that other stuff? All the other men? They were all just foreplay.
I was a virgin, now, and fucking him was the only thing that mattered. In fact, my whole life felt like it led up to that strange, sweet moment. And then we were naked together, in the semi-darkness. The masks could come off now. The games were over, the artifice had broken down and now it was just me and him. And our bodies.
I kissed him hard and deep. I had forgotten how good it was, just to kiss him, to taste him. He entered me with ease, and I pressed my body down onto his, smoothly snaking against him, hungry for every last inch of his glorious cock. Instantly, wordlessly, we found a soft, tender rhythm between us, and soon, I realized I was crying too. There had been so many men. So many lies. But only he mattered now. Only this, here. Only his beautiful body and all the delicious things it was doing to mine.
There was no hurry. But with each strong, full thrust, I responded internally to him. I did trust him. I trusted him with my heart and soul. And body. I was a nobody when he found me, and he had loved me. In his own way, he had been a nobody too. And I loved him so much it hurt. In and out he slid, stronger and deeper, his breath coming in shortening rasps through his wide, gorgeous chest.
His handsome face softened and stared up adoringly into mine. I could tell he was coming. I girded myself against him and held him hard, and as he spasmed deep inside me I slipped easily over into my own warm, juicy orgasm. It was sweet and warm and fucking hot and when we both stopped shaking, we pulled back and found one another’s eyes again.
“I missed you,” I said.
He smiled and kissed my brow. I flopped forward and lay there against him for a moment. A sweet, simple fuck. No fireworks. No whips and chains. And certainly no other men. But all the same, it was the kinkiest and most vulnerable I had ever felt. He stayed inside me as I placed tentative lips on his and kissed him.
“Let’s go again,” he said.
“Again? Now?” I giggled. This really was a new Todd.
He instantly stiffened inside me and the slow stroking began again, both of us staring deeply into the other’s eyes. It was cheesy. It was sex 101 stuff, of course. But I blushed hard all the same. This was all new to me. Being naked, here, with his cock in me …what could be sexier?
We found the old rhythm and soon I was fired up again. He pulled me down into him for another deep kiss, but then pulled away again just as suddenly.
“Promise me, Natasha. Promise me right now. Whatever is in your heart, trust that no matter how dark it is, I want to be a part of it. Always. Even if you cheat on me and deceive me, I want to be there. Through all of it. I love you Natasha. All of you. Even the bad parts,” he said, all at once.
His face was serious but tender. Then he fucked me hard, once, driving his immense cock deep into me.
“Especially the bad parts.”
Chapter Twenty-Two - Natasha
“Am I doing it right?” he said. “What about now? Natty, you’re not even looking!”
I smiled at him from the deck chair.
“Of course I’m looking! You need to bring your shoulders forward more so they’ll take you further once they go under the water. You really have to get the downward stroke as long as possible,” I said. “Anyway, quit practicing so hard. Butterfly is the hardest stroke, why do you want to know how to do it?”
“Because it’s the hardest stroke!” he said, and I watched his powerful body push off the pool edge as he took another lap. He was strong and disciplined, but his technique was definitely on the beginner end of things. Like with most things in life, he threw himself into the task, slicing up the blue water with each heavy stroke, propelling his lithe, naked form quickly to the other end of our pool.
When he reached the other side, he stood and the water poured off of him. God he was good looking. My husband. My schedule hadn’t changed much these last few months, but for Todd it had, and now he wanted to spend as many mornings as possible home here with me. He playfully called it his “skinny dipping training” and got all cute and competitive about it. Today, he made me show him how to do butterfly, even though to be honest, his other strokes left a lot to be desired.
He shook his head quickly, like a dog, and his dark, wet hair against his tanned skin looked amazing. I’ve always loved the pool. But I love it much more when there’s a hunk like him splashing around in it…
“Are you dry yet? Can you come and join me already?”
“Don’t interfere, you don’t know how the process goes,” I said, laughing.
“Don’t make me come up there.”
“Don’t make me come down there,”
I laughed.
“Or what? Go on, I’m not scared,” he said, and I couldn’t pull my eyes from his firm chest, speckled with droplets. I was so glad he was spending more time at the gym these days. More time doing anything, really, that wasn’t work.
“Ok that was the last straw, buster, I’ve had enough,” I said and sprang to my feet. I was naked too, but I never really feel that way, next to the pool with the sun on me. Guessing his next move, I sprang back and shielded myself with my upturned towel, then stood well from the edge and taunted him a little. He chopped the surface of the water with a strong arm and sent a long sheet of water my direction. I squealed and leapt out of the way.
“Missed me!” I said, and pulled my tongue out at him while dashing behind the chair.
Down came his hand again and he threw another splash of water at my naked, sun warmed body, and this time a few sprinkles landed on me and set me off into goosebumps.
“Bastard!” I said, and I heard him laughing good-naturedly.
I dropped the towel and ran towards the edge of the pool, flung myself off and rolled into a ball. Down into the silent water I went, like a rock, and when I broke my head through the surface again, it was to see him completely doused and with a good foot of the pool water lying in puddles on the tiles, the water’s edge still sloshing violently.
“Bitch!” he laughed and came for me. I squealed and swam away. Luckily for me, all that muscle and heft doesn’t move quite so swiftly through water, and he couldn’t catch me for a while. But when he did, I was out of breath.
He pinned me into a corner, strong arm on either side of me, legs spread beneath the water, and kept me there in a little cage his body made. It was fine, I was only pretending to want to escape anyway. He smoothed over my rat’s tail hair and kissed my wet lips, and I kissed him back.
“See? Didn’t I say? Everything’s better in the pool” I said, and went for another kiss.
I had lost count of the days we had whiled away like this, me bobbing in his lap, the water lapping at the edge with each little thrust. Fucking him was glorious. Fucking him in the pool was even better.
He tasted like holidays.
The fund was doing alright these days, but Todd was slowly pulling out, taking things easy and not letting business eat up every day of his from morning to night. We didn’t suffer. In fact, we seemed so much wealthier now that he was home so much more, and we could actually enjoy things. We had downsized a little, since that fateful day in the dark room. No more pool boys, for one, but I also cleared out my closet and started to rethink my whole debutante-dragged-through-a-hedge-backwards look. I still loved more than anything to be naked, like I was now. That way, he could access me whenever he wanted. With no clothing, there was nothing between us. No masks.
I lie, though, I wasn’t completely naked: it had been our anniversary the month before, and he had bought me a beautiful choker necklace. A solid bangle, only it was big enough to go round my neck, with a tiny metal buckle at the center. He had clasped it round me, locked it and kept the key. I still wore my giant engagement and wedding ring, but this? This was the real symbol of what we had together. It was a secret between us two, and nothing in the world could have made me take it off.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” he said, smiling suddenly at me. “I have a present for you.”
Swirling the water all around him, he stepped out of the pool, wrapped a towel round his gorgeous body and disappeared inside the house. When he returned, he had something in his hands. A book.
I dried my own hands and reached for it, and he gave it to me carefully, squatting low on the pool edge and smiling down at me, still half submerged on the top step. It was a beautiful gilded diary, all curls and flowers etched on the front. A thick diary, very well-made, with a little lock to close it, but which currently hung open.
“Open it,” he said, and smiled at me with twinkling eyes. Fuck, he was hot.
I opened the cover and saw the first entry had already been written. The same hand writing I could pick out in a lineup.
I decided to get rid of the old diary. I had some good times, and some bad times, but all of that is in the past now. From today, I’m focusing on the future. I love Todd, and though we’ve had a difficult year, I wouldn’t change it for anything. He’s very handsome, and he has a massive dick, I just thought I might add. What a hottie. Eleven out of ten.
I threw back my head and laughed.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself!” I said.
- THE END -
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ADDITIONAL BOOKS IN THIS ANTHOLOGY
FANTASY/SCI-FI
Manipulator Of Elements
Earth
Chapter 1
The Fromatius Mall stood at the edge of the parking lot and dominated the countryside around it.
No one seemed to know where the mall had come from; it just showed up one day in the field and sat there empty until the stores began to open. After six months, the mall’s owners held a “Grand Opening” celebration and employed the local marching band and trade guilds to help in the celebration.
Since the trades anticipated a profitable relationship with the mall, they were glad to help out. The schools were thrilled to have a place where the high-schoolers could work during the evenings and weekends. It would be a much better place for them to hang out in than the local Drive-In or bowling alley.
A few people down at the township hall talked among themselves about how quickly the mall had appeared and were stunned it showed up so fast. Although the building plans were submitted and the proper forms filled out, it seemed strange everything went as smoothly as it did when the mall was constructed.
Some of the local firms were hired to do the finishing work and pour the concrete for the sidewalks around the structure, but no one could recall ever seeing the construction firms who were hired to build the mall in town before. And before any of the trade guilds could complain about a lack of their involvement, it was there. As soon as it was constructed, the other trades were contracted and given lucrative contracts to maintain it.
Granted, some of the stores in place seemed a little odd for a suburban shopping mall, but there were enough major retailers in it to defer any bad thoughts from the local suburban moms. Besides, it was spring and people were getting ready for the summer. The big auto plant in the nearby town of Scipio was planning to shut down for two weeks of inventory. This would allow them the chance to make certain they had everything they needed for next year’s models and allow the employees to take vacations. Some employees had additional time in based on years of service and could take as much as two more weeks of vacation. Therefore, if your father or mother were one of the lucky ones to have started working there right after the Korean War, you could spend an entire month at some pleasure dome in Florida.
Lilly Arrad wasn’t one of the lucky ones. Her father ran an insurance company in Fromatius out of their house. Her mother stayed home and took care of her and her older sister when they were coming of age, but now she was looking into a job at the mall. Lilly didn’t want a job at the mall when it opened. She didn’t care for most of the kids she was stuck around all day at her high school and found a job with a catering company. However, most of the jobs her company pulled were at the mall for the various out of town dignitaries who came in to see how their store branches looked and what the sales represented. So, she might as well work at the mall. Perhaps next week’s job would take her somewhere else.
She sat on the hood of her Pinto and looked at the mall again. These things sprang up everywhere. Was the entire country turning into one big shopping mall? The 70’s surely brought with it a lot of novelties. Right now, she could look forward to attending college in the fall at Cincinnati. She had her future mapped out: international studies, find a diplomat, get married and spend the rest of her life throwing parties for foreign dignitaries.
&n
bsp; She looked down and sighed.
Her shoes were still in the mall. She’d forgotten them and walked barefoot all the way to the car. She really needed to get beyond that, it was so childish. Now she would have to walk back in that place and get them.
Maybe she wouldn’t. She could drive home barefoot and find her spare sandals in the bedroom closet. She had the dance class tonight her sister taught.
Her sister, Rachel, had learned belly dancing in college and used it to supplement her spending money. Although Rachel married last month and left the house, it still felt as if she was around. With her older sister moved out, Lilly started to feel lonely. She still had a few good friends from the neighborhood, but everyone was headed to different places for college in the fall.
She wanted to stay close enough to come home on the weekend, but far enough to enjoy the life on campus and socialize with the right kind of people. She would be forced to stay in a dorm the first few years, but afterwards, she would find a better place to live. Somehow, the sorority life didn’t appeal to her, and Lilly doubted she would pledge one. She could see herself sharing an apartment after a year or two. Her friend Cindy started college a year early and wrote her letters about how crazy the college dorm life was in Indiana. It was one of her reasons for attending a school in Cincinnati.
The hood of her Pinto started to burn into her butt, so Lilly decided to hop off it and go home. It was early enough in the year to walk barefoot across a parking lot, but she had no desire to go back and retrieve the shoes. They were an older pair and she had more at home. She’d look for them tomorrow. The jeans, on the other hand, were precious. She’d spent the weekend fading them to just the right hue in her mother’s washing machine. They matched the light sweater she wore.
Lilly was small and, at five foot in height, didn’t expect to get much taller. She wasn’t a big eater and kept her weight at a comfortable hundred pounds. She even dieted down to ninety at one point, but didn’t like the way it made her feel. She stayed away from the pot smokers and druggies at her school, although she did enjoy her time on the literary magazine and French Club.
