“That’s it,” Caleb said, then groaned.
We locked eyes through the screen and climaxed together. When he was done, Caleb panted, looking at me with soft eyes, then reached for a tissue.
“Well, that was fun,” I said.
“Yes, yes it was,” Caleb said. He sat back down and leaned towards the screen. “I really miss you.”
“I miss you, too,” I said.
*
As time went on, I started getting used to being alone. I also got better at making coffee, and planning meals by myself. Still, I missed Caleb terribly and counted down the days to his return.
The morning of the day he was coming back, I woke early, too excited to sleep. I wanted to celebrate Caleb and I being reunited, so I decided to make a fabulous dinner. The sun was barely up, and most of the town was still sleeping, except for fisherman by the dock, and the fish market, which was probably swarming with activity now.
I found my biggest basket then drove to the market. A crowd milled around the narrow aisles, yelling orders at fish mongers who tossed huge, whole fish back and forth. I felt more invigorated than I had in ages, and happily filled my basket with crabs, shrimp, cod, and clams. Back home, I boiled the shrimp and crab shells to make a seafood stock, then let it simmer for a few hours. My plan was to make a bouillabaisse, which I’d never made before. I hoped I could pull it off.
I strained the shells from the broth and added crushed tomatoes. While that was simmering, I got myself ready. I cleaned myself thoroughly in the shower, shaved my legs, and washed my hair. I took the time to dry and straighten my hair, then set a few curls with a curling iron. When my makeup was done, and I was dressed in my most sexy, casual outfit, I laid the seafood on top of the broth so it would lightly poach.
It was all ready when Caleb arrived home. I was waiting for him on the front porch when he pulled up, then ran down the steps and jumped into his arms. Caleb twirled me around, then kissed me deeply. It was such a relief to see his face, to smell his scent, and feel his arms around me.
“Something smells amazing,” Caleb said when we entered the house.
“I tried bouillabaisse. Hopefully it turns out all right,” I said, nervously.
Caleb walked into the kitchen and lifted the lid off of the pot on the stove. Steam billowed into the air. “Looks delicious,” he said with a smile.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’ll say,” I said, kissing the side of his neck.
I filled the bottom of our bowls with penne pasta, then ladled the poached seafood and broth over top. I’d picked up some crusty, French bread from the market, which was perfect for scooping up the delicious juice. I was pleased with how the bouillabaisse had turned out, and hoped the rest of the night would go this well. Caleb and I sat at the table, our empty bowls in front of us, drinking the last of our wine.
“I don’t know how I survived being without you for so long,” I said.
“I know the feeling,” Caleb said. “I felt like a part of me was missing. I kept thinking you were with me, and would talk to you sometimes.”
“I did the same thing,” I said. I took his hand and trailed my finger over his knuckles. “Especially in the shower. I always expected you to walk in and surprise me.” I gave him a coy smile and fluttered my lashes.
Caleb drank the last of his wine, then stood. “Why don’t we take this reunion to the bedroom?” He extended his hand to me, and I took it gladly. I followed him down the hallway, looking forward to feeling his body so close to mine.
We walked in, and I waited for Caleb to scoop me up in his arms and take me. Instead, he calmly walked to the bedside table and took out the iPad.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Caleb stacked up a few pillows on the bed, then propped the iPad up against it. “I want to show you something. Come, sit.” He sat on the edge of the bed, and patted the spot beside him.
Though I really didn’t want to look at something on the internet right now, I obliged, and sat next to him. Caleb swiped the screen, then quickly pulled up a video. When it started playing, I immediately recognized it. My body was seized with panic, though I tried not to show it on my face.
“What is this?” I asked, innocently.
Caleb turned to me with a serious look on his face. “Don’t play dumb, Kristen. I know you were watching this. All of our electronics are connected, and I can monitor your activity from anywhere.”
“Oh,” was all I could say. I lowered my head in shame. “Caleb, I was just so lonely. And Maddie told me about this site-“
“That’s why I FaceTimed you,” Caleb explained. “I knew you were watching that video, and I had to stop you before you came.” Moans rose from the iPad as Caleb gripped the side of my face and pulled me closer to him. “All of your orgasms are mine,” he whispered. “They happen only with me.”
I realized then, that I hadn’t just innocently watched porn. I’d betrayed Caleb, in a way, by expressing my sexuality without him. If it was true that everyone watched porn, as Maddie alleged, that didn’t mean that I should or was allowed to.
“I’m sorry,” I said, pressing my forehead against his neck. “I didn’t realize-“ I wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’m so glad you called and interrupted me.” I placed my mouth at his ear. “I only want to come with you.”
Caleb gripped the back of my neck. “I’m glad you think that way, but to make sure you learn your lesson, I’ll have to punish you.”
I pulled back from him, nodding my head. Caleb reached for the iPad. I thought he was going to turn off the video, but instead, he paused it. The man’s face was frozen, his mouth open and preparing to taste the woman’s nipple. I looked to Caleb, confused.
“Stand up, undress,” Caleb commanded.
I stood from the bed and slowly removed my clothes. Though I was about to be punished, I still got a thrill revealing myself to Caleb. I removed my bra, and my breasts hung loose. I slipped my panties down to my ankles, then kicked them off across the floor. Caleb studied me with hungry eyes. He reached out and stroked the side of my waist.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he said. He stroked up over my breast, down my arm, then grasped my wrist. He pulled me towards him and bent me over his knee. While I balanced there, Caleb moved the stack of pillows, then propped the iPad up so it was right in front of my face. He turned the video back on. “Keep your eyes open. Watch this while I spank you.”
It was at the part where the man was carrying the woman to bed. He opened her legs, then the camera zoomed in as he penetrated her. She moaned loudly. He began to thrust, sending her limbs flailing. It was embarrassing watching this in Caleb’s presence, and I felt even more ashamed of my transgression. Caleb massaged the mounds of flesh on my bottom, preparing me for my spanking. I watched the look of pleasure on the woman’s face, and could’t help but feel turned on myself.
Caleb gave me a light swat on each cheek. I felt the blood rushing down there, making my clitoris pulse. I pressed my legs together, stimulating myself. Caleb gave me a sharp smack.
“Stop it,” he said.
My face burned with embarrassment. I released my thighs, but my clit still pulsed. It was like an itch I couldn’t scratch. On the video, the man was pounding the woman relentlessly. I turned my head away, but Caleb turned it back.
“Keep watching,” he said.
It was torture, watching this hot video and being surrounded by Caleb’s strong body. I yearned to satisfy my urges. There was a rush of air as Caleb lifted his hand, then a loud smack as he brought it down hard across my bottom. I hadn’t been spanked in awhile, and the force was jarring. I lurched forward, almost hitting the iPad headfirst. As the pain throbbed through me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the woman onscreen bouncing up and down on the man’s cock.
Caleb brought his hand back again, and spanked me so hard it knocked the wind out of me. When I lurched forward, my engorged clit rubbed up against his thigh, and my scream tur
ned into a moan. Caleb gathered my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled.
“No,” he said.
I nodded, breathing steadily and trying to gather myself. Caleb released my hair, then quickly spanked me again. My entire body shuddered as reverberations shook my spine. I cried out, not so much from the pain, but because I was so tightly wound and needed Caleb to relieve me. I couldn’t bare to watch the video, to see two people so engrossed in pleasure. Caleb massaged my throbbing bottom, driving me wild.
“Is that what you want?” he whispered, gruffly, and pointed to the screen. The couple was in a unique position Caleb and I have never tried before. “Is that what you want me to do to you?”
In my wild abandon, I didn’t bother with trying be demure.
“Yes,” I said, letting the word float off of my lips.
Without a word, Caleb lifted me from his lap, then tossed me back on the bed. He turned me on my side, then lay down with his head at the other end. I realized we were going to mimic the position in the video. Caleb grabbed my thighs, then pulled me down so my legs wrapped around his waist. He propped up his hips, then pulled me down, slowly, over his cock. He steadied himself on his elbow and started grinding his pelvis against mine. I rocked against him, moving my hips so his cock hit me right where I wanted it.
We fell into an exquisite rhythm, and I quickly saw the appeal of this position. Caleb’s cock pressed tightly against the front wall of my pussy, right where my g-spot was. He also had easy access to my clitoris, which he rubbed while thrusting into me.
I craned my head back, moaning, as I rose higher and higher to climax. The pleasure was indescribably good, especially after so much time without intimacy. Caleb gazed across our intertwined bodies and locked his eyes on mine. We picked up speed, grinding into each other, harder. Caleb had a determined look in his eye. The hard muscles on his stomach flexed as he pumped his cock harder and deeper. My back arched, and I gripped the covers as I exploded in orgasm. While I road this wave of ecstasy, I felt Caleb’s cock twitch before he released his warm, creamy seed inside of me.
We both took a moment to catch our breath. Every cell in my body was electrified, and I shuddered with orgasmic aftershocks. With a smile, Caleb took my hand and pulled me up until we were lying face to face. I turned on my side and he spooned me from behind. I could feel his softening cock against the small of my back.
“So, let me get this straight,” I said. “Is porn forbidden?”
I felt Caleb shrug behind me. “I guess not, but only if we watch it together.” He blew lightly on the back of my neck, making me shudder.
I snuggled up closer to him, falling into the warmth of his arms.
“Welcome home,” I whispered.
Epilogue
Six months after Caleb returned home from Santa Fe, he was sent to Texas for another case. His law firm was taking on bigger and bigger cases, so it looked like traveling was part of his job description now. That meant I’d just have to get used to being alone, and that we’d have to find creative ways to use technology.
While I was at work, Caleb sent me flirty texts all through the day, some that made me smile, and some that made me blush. At lunch, I stared at my phone, clutching it tight in my hand.
I think you need a bath this afternoon, Caleb texted.
Is that an order? I responded.
Yes, ma’am. I have a meeting now. Talk to you in about an hour.
I put my phone down with a disappointed pout, then went back to my lunch. It was caesar salad day in the cafeteria, which normally was my favorite, but for some reason, it didn’t look as appetizing as it usually did. I picked up a piece of boiled egg and held it to my mouth to take a bite. The smell hit my nose, and suddenly, my stomach lurched. I dropped my fork, sending little pieces of yolk flying everywhere.
Taking a deep breath, I sat back in my chair. What had come over me? Did I have the stomach flu?
“What’s with you?” Maddie said, sitting down next to me. “You’re pale.”
“I’m not feeling well,” I said, wiping the perspiration off of my forehead. “I feel nauseas and weak. Is it just me or is the egg smell really strong in here?”
Maddie studied me for a moment, then narrowed her eyes.
“Maybe you need to go home, Kristen,” she said.
“I think you’re right,” I said, nodding. I gathered my plate.
“And maybe take a pregnancy test while you’re there,” Maddie said with a coy smile.
“What?” I said, whirling around. The abrupt motion made the nausea rise in my stomach.I swallowed hard. “No, I don’t think I’m pregnant.”
“Oh, really?” Maddie said. “When was your last period?”
I looked up to the ceiling, doing the math in my head.
Six weeks ago.
I looked to Maddie wide eyed. She smiled broadly, and clasped her hands to her mouth. Tears began to well in her eyes. “Congratulations,” she said, her voice strained with emotion.
I wasn’t as easily convinced. I rushed out of the cafeteria while Maddie yelled after me to text her with the test results. After stopping by a drug store, I rushed home. Once inside, I tore open the box, removed the stick, and marched to the bathroom.
I read the directions carefully, then sat on the toilet, holding the stick between my legs. I replaced the plastic cap, then placed the test on the counter to process. I wished so badly that Caleb was by my side to experience this with me. Then, I had an idea. He could be with me.
I rushed out to get the iPad, and when I returned, dialed Caleb. His smiling face appeared on the screen, then his features hardened.
“You’re not in your bath,” he said, sternly.
“Caleb,” I said, his name croaking out of my throat.
He looked suddenly concerned. “Kristen, what it?”
I couldn’t think of what to say, so I picked up the pregnancy test and showed him. Caleb stared at it, speechless.
“What does it say?” he asked.
“I’m waiting on the results now. I wanted to do this with you.”
Caleb took a deep breath and nodded. “Thank you.”
We waited silently, both staring at the pregnancy test, watching two pink lines slowly appear.
Through His Eyes
After twenty minutes of singing, rocking, and bouncing, I finally got Joshua down for his evening nap. The seven month old had put up quite a fight, as he usually did, but now he lay peacefully in his crib, sucking his pacifier. I took a moment to stare down at him, to see Caleb in his eyes, my father in his ears and mouth, and me in his cute, button nose.
What a miracle, I thought, sighing.
I raised my arm in the air and sniffed underneath. The real miracle would be if I could take a shower. It had been a couple of days, at least, since I saw soap and water. Joshua was a playful, happy baby, but his naps were still sporadic, sometimes lasting only a few minutes. I usually had a million and one other things to do while he slept. Today, however, I was determined to get my shower.
I turned on the monitor and carried it with me to the bathroom. In the mirror that hung over my sink, I saw a shocking sight. My thick hair shot out in tangled clumps in every direction, my skin was sallow, and I had dark circles under my eyes. I looked very, very tired. Since Joshua had come along, I hadn’t been able to keep up with my regular beauty routine, and my face wasn’t the only part of me that wasn’t the same.
Standing in front of the full length mirror, I removed my clothes and stared at a body I didn’t recognize. I’d lost a good bit of my baby weight, but some still clung around my stomach and thighs, causing saggy, dimpled flesh. Dark stretch marks extended out from my belly button, and streaked the sides of my waist.
I turned to the side, examining myself. Motherhood was amazing, and I couldn’t imagine my life without Joshua. But things had changed so drastically, I wondered if I’d ever feel like myself again.
“Kristen,” Caleb called from the front door. “I’m home.”
/> I quickly grabbed a robe and covered myself up. Lately, I’d been self conscious, even around Caleb. He always loved my body, never could take his hands off of it. I didn’t want him to see how much I’d changed, so I always kept myself covered up, and insisted we made love with the lights off.
“There you are,” Caleb said, walking into the bathroom. He marched up to me and gave me a passionate kiss. “Phew, another long day.” He loosened his tie and started unbuttoning your shirt. “When you’re trying to make partner, they think they can tell you to do anything.” Caleb ran his hands through his hair. He looked tired too. We were all tired.
“You should set some boundaries with them,” I said, rubbing his shoulders.
“I will,” Caleb sighed. “After I make partner.” He turned his gaze on me, and stroked my cheek. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
I saw the look in his eyes, that intense focus that zeroed in on me and pierced me to the core. Tightening the robe around my body, I stepped away.
“Thanks,” I said, awkwardly. “I was just about to take a shower. I’ve been dying to all day. Hopefully Joshua will sleep long enough.”
For a second, Caleb looked disappointed, then he looked to me with an understanding smile. “Take your time. I’ll get Joshua when he gets up.” Caleb kissed me on the forehead, then left the room.
Whether he was still attracted to me or not, I knew that man loved me. With this knowledge, I took a long, luxurious shower, not worrying if I’d hear Joshua cry and would have to rush out with shampoo still in my hair. I used the fancy body scrub that Caleb had gotten me for Valentine’s Day, and applied a charcoal mask to my face. When I toweled off, my skin felt soft and clean, my face rejuvenated.
Maybe I don’t look so bad, I thought, studying myself in the mirror. I was a little thicker, true, but I still have curves in all the right places. I raised my eyebrow as a naughty thought crossed my mind. Maybe Joshua was still asleep, and Caleb was still in the mood.
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