“Oh Stone, you’re too good to me,” she mewls.
I merely pull her to the edge of the bed and press another open-mouthed kiss to her clit.
“Not too good,” I growl. “Because it’s getting dirty now.”
Jenny knows exactly what I want. She pulls her knees up almost all the way to her ears, baring her sweet slit to me. But it’s not just that sweet slit that I want – it’s her brownie too. She smiles as me wickedly, her enormous breasts smushed beneath her legs.
“Do it,” she breathes. “I know you want both my holes. You can have them, Stone.”
I growl, my eyes blazing and lean forward to slide myself into that sweet, tight pussy. Shit, she’s sopping and her personal lube covers me immediately. I do a couple strokes as sucking sounds ring out in the bedroom and then pull myself out and line myself up at her bottom hole.
“Yes,” she breathes, that rusty star winking and blinking a bit. “In there, Stone.”
With that, I nudge against the dark orifice. It’s tight, and I can’t get my head squeezed in at first, so Jenny closes her eyes and takes a few big breaths.
“Try again,” she whispers. “I’m more relaxed now.”
Slowly, I increase the pressure against her darkness again and with a popping sound, it happens. My head burrows its way into her back channel, and then with a deep slide, I manage to get all ten inches up into her butt.
“Fuuuuck,” I grunt. “You’re such a butt slut, you know that? Taking Daddy’s dick in your bottom in one stroke.”
She’s pinned tight to the mattress, her eyes wide open with the taboo sensation.
“Oh Daddy,” she cries out. “Yes, it’s forbidden, but I love having Daddy’s dick in my bottom.”
With that, I do a few strokes, and then pull out wetly before burying myself in her pussy once more.
“But you know what, baby girl? I love rotating holes with you. I love how you make every orifice in this sweet body available to me, and I intend to use them all.”
With that, I pound heavily into her pussy before switching to her bottom again, and then switching back once more. The sensation is astonishing as both holes grip me tightly, and with one last powerful thrust, I let go.
“Fuuuuck!” Hot sperm jets into her anus, as Jenny soars over the cliff as well. Her legs stiffen and toes point, and then both her pussy and ass begin contracting convulsively.
“Unnh, Stone! Oh god! It feels so good. SO GOOD.”
She lets out a loud scream then, clamping and twitching with pleasure as I dump a giant load of spunk into her back channel. Then like a dirty girl, Jenny does something incredible. Once I’ve pulled out, she clambers up and peers at the wet spot of mixed sperm and pussy fluids on the coverlet, before bending her head to taste it.
“Yes,” she says in a sweet voice, lapping the moist pool. “It’s so good.”
I merely catch my breath, trying not to show my shock. Jenny is so dirty, and I love it all.
“You’re a taboo, filthy little girl, you know that?”
She laps at the wet spot some more before looking up at me with a coy expression.
“I know, but guess what?”
I’m still trying to catch my breath, but shit, my dick is getting hard just watching bent over like that.
“What?”
She smiles like a cat.
“Well, you’re going to have to share my holes going forward. At least one of them, that is, because I’m expecting, Stone. I’m going to have your baby, and he or she is going to come out of my tight twat, so you won’t be able to get up there for a while.”
I gasp. Jenny’s dirty talk is sometimes over the top, but right now is not the time to comment.
“Are you serious, honey? Are you really pregnant?”
She giggles.
“Well, yes. Didn’t you notice the weight gain? I’ve put on about twenty pounds.”
I shake my head, my eyes running over those luscious hills and valleys.
“I did notice, but I didn’t realize it was because of pregnancy. You look amazing, sweetheart. In fact, I wish you’d stay pregnant forever because you’re so ripe and fertile like this.”
She throws her head back and laughs.
“I can’t stay pregnant forever. The baby has to come out some time!”
I press my lips to hers in a rapturous kiss.
“Yes, I know, but I’d love to keep you pregnant for a good long while, if you’ll let me. Do you want that, Jenny? Would you bear my children? Would you be open to maybe four or five rugrats running around underfoot, with your blonde hair and my brown eyes?”
She inhales deeply, her big breasts rising, and I’m afraid she’s going to say no. But then the blonde smiles sweetly and nods.
“I’d love that, Stone,” she murmurs. “Nothing would make me happier.”
I laugh.
“I’m not sure you’ll be so amenable when you hear how many kids I want.”
She looks at me innocently.
“Didn’t you just say four or five?”
I wink at her.
“Yes, but if you’re okay with more, then I’d like to try for eight or nine. There’s nothing more gorgeous than the image of you, curvy and heavy while filled with my child, Jenny. I’d love to keep you that way.”
She’s just about to say something sassy when suddenly, there’s the snick of a key in the front door, and we hear the unmistakable squeak as the wooden slab swings open. Immediately, my senses go on high alert. Holy shit. There’s a burglar in Jericho, and we’re being burgled at this very moment. He must not have seen the bedroom lights in back, and in a flash, I’m up and out of bed, charging to the front of the cabin with a baseball bat in hand. What I’m going to do, I’m not sure. I’m stark naked, and my body’s still high on love and lust, but no man is going to threaten my woman if I can help it.
I charge into the living room, brandishing the bat. Jenny follows me, the sheet clasped to her curvy form with wide, frightened blue eyes following in my trail. But then we both skid to a halt, our mouths dropping open. Because who stands there but my long-lost wife Margaret, looking calm and put-together with not a feather out of place.
“Margaret?” I manage in a choked voice. “Is that you?”
She smiles.
“Sure is, cowboy. Aren’t you going to say, “Welcome Home?” Or are you otherwise engaged?” she asks with a cocked eyebrow at the flushed and sensuous Jenny trembling behind me.
Suddenly, realization comes crashing down like a bucket of bricks. This is my wife standing before me, and while I love Jenny, I’m technically still married to Margaret. What do I do?
10
Jenny
My instinct for self-preservation takes over. Despite the fact that I’m only wearing a sheet, I push past Stone and Margaret and bolt out the door, running across the small patch of grass until I’m at the guest house once more. Scrabbling, my hands fumble with the handle, and fortunately, the house isn’t locked. I bolt inside and slam the door behind me before collapsing against it in shock and surprise.
What the hell? What’s happening? Was that Margaret, of all people? She’s supposed to be dead. I personally joined multiple search parties looking for her, and I even attended her funeral and wake. Sure, there was no body nor evidence that she’d passed away, but still. It’s been six years. How can she appear out of nowhere?
But that was definitely her. The Margaret who made an appearance had the same brown curly hair, charming coffee eyes, and friendly, open smile. She didn’t even seem surprised to see me standing nearly nude behind her husband. Why not? What’s going on?
I make my way over to the old sofa and collapse, trying to catch my breath. The cabin is the same way I left it, except no one’s been here in ages now. The furniture is still old and stained, but very comfortable. The drapes are all pulled closed, but sunshine seeps through the cracks and edges. There’s a film of dust on everything, but otherwise, I’m alone. Thank goodness because I need to thin
k.
Where the hell has Margaret been? What happens now? Will she want to get back with her husband? I know that Stone and Margaret were in the middle of a separation cum divorce when she disappeared, but so many things can happen in six years. Maybe she’s changed her mind. Maybe Stone’s changed his mind. It seems unlikely, given that we’ve been in a solid relationship for years now, but who knows? Push comes to shove, she is his wife, in law and name, whereas I’m just a woman he’s seeing.
I drop my head to rest heavily in my arms. This is a nightmare come true. Stone was just about to file the paperwork to declare Margaret legally dead in absentia with the State. Only then would he able to get a divorce, and marry me afterwards. I remember when he proposed. He got down on one knee, his eyes suspiciously bright.
“Jenny Rafferty,” he growled in a low voice while taking my hand in his. “I know we’re in an awkward position, but I have to ask. My feelings for you can’t be contained, and I want to claim you before the world. Will you consent to being Mrs. Stone Harrison? Will you be my wife?”
My eyes filled with tears as my fingers gripped his.
“Yes of course,” was my heartfelt reply. “But how? You can’t get married to me while you’re still married to Margaret. Bigamy is illegal in Maine, remember? Also, you can’t get divorced from her while she’s technically only missing.”
He nodded miserably before pressing a kiss to our conjoined hands.
“I know, but that day is coming soon. We’ve been waiting for the clock to run for a long time now, and it’s almost done. In a few months, I’ll be able to ask the State to declare Margaret legally dead, and then we’ll be free to move on.”
I stared at him with a lump in my throat.
“You know we don’t have to get married,” I said. “I believe in you. I believe in us. We can make this work even without a piece of paper.”
A spark ignited in his eyes then, and he shook his head roughly.
“No, I want to do it, Jenny. I want to claim you. I want to shout it from the rooftops that you’re mine, and I want every person within five hundred miles to know that you belong to me. Here,” he continued in a low, emotional voice before fumbling in his pocket. “This isn’t much, but I want you to take it as a token of my promise.”
With that, Stone produced a beautiful diamond in his hand. I gasped. The stone sparkled and shimmered in the light, and my eyes filled with tears. With a joyful smile, I took the ring and slipped it onto my left hand, admiring at how the light zinged this way and that through the beautiful stone.
“I accept,” I whisper with my heart in my eyes. “I want to be yours, Stone Harrison, and I can’t wait until we’re married.”
I look at the ring with eyes filled with tears now. Will we still get married? I’m an engaged woman after all, and Stone is a man who carries out his promises. Yet Margaret’s reappearance throws a wrench in everything. How could this happen? Where has she been? Will we call off the wedding?
My hand slips to my burgeoning belly, protectively cradling the baby within. You’ll be fine, I say fiercely in my head. Mommy will take care of you no matter what happens. Mommy loves you sweetheart. Daddy does too, but it may take some time to figure things out.
With dread growing in my heart, I wait in the gloom of the cabin. I can’t move because I can’t bear to go out there and find out what’s going on. Will my fiancé leave me? Will he forsake our child? The thought is so painful that a lump forms in my throat, and I swallow hard, trying to make it go away. There’s only one thing to do: to wait and see what develops next.
11
Jenny
It feels like I’ve sat there on the couch for hours. The shadows grow long, and the small slivers of light peeping from the edges of the curtain slowly fade until they finally disappear. I’m sitting alone in the darkness, afraid for my baby and afraid for myself, when suddenly, the door bursts open.
My handsome lover stands there, his look fierce.
“Why didn’t you turn on the light?” he demands. “Damnit Jenny. I’ve been looking for you. Why were you hiding?”
My mouth opens and closes without sound, before I finally find my voice.
“I wasn’t hiding,” I manage in a whisper. “I just needed to sit quietly for a little while. Everything is so messed up.”
The handsome mountain man rushes over to bury his head in my lap. I gasp with shock but then with trembling fingers, I softly stroke that thick, burnished hair.
“You mean everything to me, Jenny. I don’t care what the world throws at us. We’re journeying through life together, do you hear?”
I smile with tears in my eyes.
“Yes, but what does Margaret want? Where has she been? What does she want from us?”
He lifts his head, and I can see wonder in his eyes.
“Jenny, if I tell you, do you promise never to repeat this information to anyone else?”
I nod in confusion.
“Yes, but what is it? This is such a crazy turn of events, and people will be curious. I mean, Margaret’s back after seven years of being missing. How could we not share that information?”
Stone slowly gets to his feet and begins pacing in the small cabin. Then he turns to me, his eyes bright.
“This is hard to believe, but Margaret is actually a Russian spy.”
I stare at him.
“What?”
He nods and begins pacing again.
“My wife, or soon to be ex-wife, evidently has always been a spy. She was raised in Russia and was recruited by the KGB, now known as the FSB, to be a spy as a child. A child, can you believe that? They put her in a spy school during her formative years, and then shipped her here at fifteen so that she could be begin acting as an undercover agent.”
I stare at him.
“You must be kidding.”
He shakes his head and then nods slowly.
“I swear I’m not. This is what she told me. It’s from the mouth of the horse, honey.”
I stare at him again, my hands protectively cradling my belly.
“But why would they want Margaret to live in Maine? What’s here? What was she spying on? It’s not like the Pentagon is here, or the CIA or FBI, for that matter. What state secrets was she trying to figure out?”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t know, and she wouldn’t say. She only spoke a bit about her childhood, and how she was recruited and trained by the KGB, before being given an assignment here.”
I stare at him.
“Wait, so were you a fake husband? Were you a beard?”
He shakes his head.
“I think I was, in a way,” he says slowly. “It’s hard to say because the mix of personal and professional is so confusing. She told me that I was strategically placed in her path with marriage as a target, but that during our time together, she developed feelings too. It’s strange. I never suspected for a moment that our marriage was a sham.”
“But that’s the thing,” I say slowly. “It wasn’t totally a sham. She said she developed feelings.”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“And I developed feelings too. I’m just a regular guy, Jenny. I wouldn’t have married her if I didn’t love her because that’s just not who I am. But this whole thing blows my mind. I was married to Margaret for years, and now she’s revealed herself as a KGB spy? What the hell?”
I shake my head with confusion too.
“This is like a movie. Have you ever seen that show The Americans?”
“No.”
I gesticulate wildly.
“Well, it’s like that. Keri Russell and Matthew Rhys play Russian spies who pose as regular, every day Americans. And to think that Margaret was doing the same thing!”
But then realization strikes me.
“So she’s back, and she’s not dead,” I say slowly. “What does that mean for us? Does she want you back? Does she want to re-kindle your relationship?”
The words stick in my throat
and it almost kills me to say them. But I have to know the truth because I’ve never been a woman for games. If Margaret wants Stone back, then I’m ready to go without a peep. I can’t compete against a woman who’s already legally married to him.
But my lover merely shakes his head and turns to me with deep emotion in his eyes.
“No, Jenny, because she’s gone. Margaret left already, and she said she’s never coming back. We’re free to have her declared dead in absentia, and then to tie the knot ourselves. In fact, she gave us her blessing.”
I stare at him.
“What?”
He nods.
“Yes. Evidently, she only came back in order to give us closure. She was never supposed to reveal herself, much less speak with us again, but Margaret feels something for you and me both. She wanted us to have this peace of mind, and so she appeared out of nowhere to tell us the truth. And now that she’s said her piece, she’s disappeared once more, and given us the go-ahead to have her declared legally dead.”
I stare at him, my jaw on the ground.
“You must be kidding.”
He shakes his head, just as astonished as me.
“No, I’m not. I swear, those were her words, and not mine. She wants us to be happy together, Jenny, and she literally said that she wishes us the best, and hopes that our child is healthy, bright, and happy. She wants us to be together.”
I’m still utterly confused.
“It didn’t violate KGB rules for her to come out here? I mean, how do spies return to Russia anyways? How do they explain it to the communities they’re embedded in?”
Stone looks at me with just as much wonder on his face.
“I think the way Margaret did. An unexplained absence, a disappearance, and then a slow fade from memory. It’s not the most graceful way to do things, but then again, because she was married to me, she couldn’t really just move away and lose touch with those around her. Because of our marriage, she had to stage a much more elaborate ruse.”
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