Chapter 25 – Succubus
“Ellen.”
Was that my voice? The ground opened up. The word sounded like it had been spoken by someone else… something malevolent, echoing up from the pits of hell. Resonating with evil intent into my soul. The echo of that clanging chime of doom pulled me down. Into the chasm beneath me and I was falling… rapidly… away from that terrifying vision… of her.
Of Ellen.
A strange sensation settled in my chest, not pain exactly, just… different. My heart skipped once, then seemed to beat a little harder, as if trying to remind me it was there but its true purpose had been forgotten.
Ellen.
She was… here. In the office. Real. But that was impossible. I tried to take a breath but again, my body was struggling to remember how to make breathing work. It didn’t feel quite deep enough.
Another.
Still not enough.
My chest suddenly felt tight, as though invisible hands were slowly pulling straps tighter around my ribs. My mind was now not my own, it had taken emergency measures, telling me I was fine as some metaphorical elevator music began to play. Trying to soothe me. Distract me from the disaster. Yes. This was normal. People get out of breath. People get palpitations. It would pass. All I needed to do was to stop thinking.
But instead, my mind caught hold of the feeling.
Why can’t I breathe properly? The thought arrived quietly. Then another. What if something was wrong? Within seconds those thoughts became louder than everything around me. My heartbeat accelerated—not just faster, but harder. Every beat felt violent, pounding against my ribs, echoing in my ears. I could hear it overriding everything, over my own breathing.
Thump.
Thump-Thump.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…
Too fast. Far too fast.
Now I was breathing far too quickly, desperately trying to fill lungs that already felt full. The more air I took in, the less satisfied I felt. Every breath seemed shallow. It was like trying to breathe through a straw while someone else controlled my chest.
My world began to change.
Colours seemed too bright. Sounds became painfully sharp. The sounds of the office blurred together into meaningless noise. My hands began to tremble. At first it was almost imperceptible, then I noticed my fingers shaking uncontrollably. A cold wave spread through my arms, followed by tingling that crept into my fingertips.
My mouth became dry.
My stomach twisted.
The room suddenly felt far too warm.
Then, in the next instant, freezing.
Sweat gathered across my forehead despite the chill racing across my skin. My thoughts no longer moved in sentences. They exploded.
I was dying.
This was a heart attack.
I needed help.
Why wasn’t anyone helping me?
Every logical part of my brain tried to speak, but the panic shouted louder. I became hyperaware of every sensation inside my body. Every heartbeat. Every breath. Every swallow. Every tiny ache I’d never noticed before suddenly became evidence that something catastrophic was happening.
My vision narrowed. The edges of the room seemed distant, almost unreal, as if I was looking through a tunnel. The two female faces before me began to lose detail. This familiar place began to feel unfamiliar, as though someone had quietly replaced the world with a convincing copy that somehow didn’t quite belong to me. Or was I the copy? Some fake manufactured form being rejected from reality? That made sense… because I didn’t feel connected to my own body anymore. Maybe I was nothing more than a cancer needing to be surgically removed?
My hands looked like someone else’s. My voice sounded distant. I heard it being spoken but even my own name felt strange. The fear was no longer attached to a reason. It simply existed.
Pure.
Raw.
Animal.
Every instinct screamed one command: Run.
Run from what?
A monster. Terror. Doom. All of it! I didn’t know. I could no longer see the predator. There was no explosion. No visible danger. Yet every cell in my body behaved as though survival depended on me escaping immediately.
My muscles tensed until they ached. My jaw locked. My shoulders rose towards my ears. Adrenaline surged through me so intensely I felt as though electricity was flowing beneath my skin. Fight or flight.
Time stretched. Perhaps time was now meaningless? How long had I felt like this? Three seconds. Three minutes? Three hours? Even just one second felt endless.
I tried to slow my breathing but I couldn’t. I was no longer in control of any part of myself.
I tried to calm down. That’s what someone was saying. Wasn’t it? Calm down. That thought only terrified me more. If I couldn’t calm down… then this must have been real.
The panic fed itself.
My racing heart convinced me something was wrong and the fear made my heart race even faster.
The faster it raced, the more frightened I became.
Round and round.
An invisible spiral tightening with every passing second.
I became convinced this was the moment everything ended. I was already dead. There were two shadows trying to resuscitate me while my body quietly failed.
The certainty was overwhelming.
No amount of reassurance reached me. Not because I didn’t want to believe it—but because panic has replaced reason entirely and I realised I had stopped breathing.
Then…
Almost imperceptibly…
The intensity stopped climbing. It didn’t disappear. It simply refused to get any worse. The waves of terror still crashed over me, but tiny spaces began to appear between them. My breathing remained uneven, yet I noticed one deeper breath.
Then another.
The pounding in my chest was still fierce, but no longer accelerating. My muscles began to ache from being tense for so long.
Exhaustion replaced adrenaline.
The shaking eased.
The tingling faded.
My heartbeat slowed enough that I stopped counting it and the world gradually regained its colour. Sounds became normal again. People began to look like people instead of distant figures moving through a dream.
Relief arrived—but it wasn’t comforting.
Instead it left behind an overwhelming fatigue, as though every reserve of energy had been emptied. I feel wrung out.
Weak.
Embarrassed.
Confused.
I replayed every second in my mind, searching for the exact moment it began. Sometimes there was a reason: Stress. Grief. A crowded room. A painful memory. Too much caffeine. Too little sleep.
Only seconds had passed but I felt like I had survived a disaster that nobody else could see. But there were no broken windows. No smoke. No visible injuries. Yet inside, it felt as though my mind and body had just fought for survival against a danger that existed only in the alarm system itself.
Worry became a constant background noise that grew louder until every small uncertainty felt significant. My shoulders remained tight. My thoughts raced from one possible problem to the next. I struggled to concentrate because my mind was always scanning for what went wrong. My chest felt heavy rather than explosive. I could still function, but everything required more effort, as though I was carrying an invisible weight.
And something was desperately wrong. My mind was now whispering instead of screaming at me, still trying to convince me that something bad was right there. Right in front of me. If only I could see… And slowly, my reality focused. The office became all too real. In front of me stood two women, one dressed in black, like some dark void in human form… the other, in contrast, shining brightly like an angel, with blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes.
I blinked. “Ellen?”
But it couldn’t be Ellen. Not here. Not now. I studied the concerned looking woman standing before me. The freckles across her face looked familiar, like the most perfect sprinkles on the most perfect sundae. I remember trying to count them… once… a long time ago. Some days she liked them, others she wasn’t so sure. But they were one of the things that drew me to her… in the beginning. No one had moved. Had all of that happened in just a matter of seconds? As the angelic creature sensed I was coming to my senses, the dark being said something about getting a glass of water… and left.
It was Ellen. She smiled her little crooked smile. Ellen’s smile. It could be mysterious, alluring, humorous, sometimes all at once. But that was the first thing that would trap you. You would want to know more, like what it would be like to kiss those lips. When I tore my gaze away from the lips and that smile, I could see the smallest stud in her nose. That was new. I was never one for nose piercings, it was an automatic turn off for me. But with her, it kinda worked. That was the only way I could put it and the thought chilled me.
She was staring at me, her angelic eyes boring into my soul, or hunting there for my weaknesses. Her eyes were the kind of blue that made you forget every other shade of the sky. They weren’t loud or dazzling at first glance—they drew you in quietly, inviting you to look a little longer. The colour shifted with the light, sometimes as pale and clear as the sea on a calm summer morning, other times deep and rich like the ocean just before dusk. They held a softness that made the world feel gentler, yet beneath that softness was a quiet strength that spoke without a single word.
There was a warmth in them that blue eyes aren’t often given. They didn’t feel cold or distant; they felt like home. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkled just enough to reveal the joy she could carry, and the blue seemed to brighten as though the light itself had found a place to live. Looking into them felt less like seeing a colour and more like stepping into a moment I never wanted to end.
They were the sort of eyes that remembered kindness, reflected hope, and offered comfort without asking for anything in return. Beautiful wasn’t quite enough to describe them. They were captivating, impossible to forget, and somehow both peaceful and full of life all at once. They didn’t simply catch your attention—they held your heart. If heaven had a colour, it might just be the blue of her eyes. Once upon a time, years ago now, I would willingly lose myself in them… and that’s how she would lure me in.
No! Not this time. I looked away and saw the corner of her mouth curl. She could read my thoughts but I could read hers. When she was happy, her eyes were clear and a little brighter. If dark thoughts echoed behind them, then they would appear a little darker, not quite enough to notice. When she wanted something, they burned. I learned to watch her eyes, they truly were the windows to her soul, they told me what I needed to know to survive.
The rest of her was all curves; and they were amazing. No matter what angle you saw her, there were curves. Her hips, her ass, her chest. All curves that I couldn’t help but crave and explore. My fingers were always drawn to the smooth skin, like a moth to a flame. I didn’t know if she felt the electricity, but I did. And when my hand finally ran over that ass of hers, my heart would flutter. It was perfect. Fitting just right in my hand; and tight. Sometimes I wanted to just grab it. Sometimes caress it, sometimes give it a little swat. Other times I needed to kiss it, to worship it. And once I had begun I’d want to worship the rest of her. Which is what she wanted. To be worshiped. Exalted.
That was who Ellen was. There was a time, three years ago, when I thought my life was going to be permanently entwined with hers. I loved her. She took my virginity. She gave me to her black boyfriend. She used me. Tortured me. Strung me up. Blackmailed me. And now… she was somehow here? This couldn’t be happening! I refused now to meet her gaze but my eyes were now drawn down… Her blouse had failed to disguise that she still had two of the most perfect breasts. The icing on the cake? Those long nipples, just like all the Robinson women, that begged to be played with. I quickly realised that they were very sensitive. As soon as the air hit them, they would start to stiffen. Another place on the map of her body that I would plan to spend as much time as she would allow.
I made the fatal mistake of looking back up and I saw her looking at me. Those eyes were burning. Demanding. That I should pull her down to me and kiss her. Those lips… those lips… she must have been an angel. How else could anyone describe lips like hers? So soft. The smoothest silk. But we were alone. And I was paralysed. Trapped. She had me and she knew it… and she brought her angelic face forward… closer towards me. When I felt her lips compress against mine I couldn’t help but moan. She may not even have made a sound, it didn’t matter. It was already too late when I realised her tongue had just brushed against mine. There was no thought, other than that I wanted to taste it again.
At some point, a heartbeat later, maybe a dozen, she broke the kiss and sat up straight again. I needed to catch my breath quickly, because I knew her. If this was Ellen, then she was nowhere near done. She was the drug they warned would addict you the first time you took it. She was the food you couldn’t eat because your blood sugar will go immediately out of whack. She was the sun that you couldn’t look at without turning blind. But I wouldn’t care, and if you asked me to describe her, I’d just smile and tell you, “She’s Ellen.”
Ellen.
Was she real? Had she just kissed me? That was not a visiting sales rep. That ass… it all belonged to Ellen. This was Ellen! And I was going to hell.
“Hi,” she said simply, her mother’s devastating smile upon her face. “Did you miss me?”
“You can’t be her,” I mumbled, ice water running through my veins.
“I missed you,” she smiled, her blue eyes sparkling, “When Richard told me your plan I knew it was time.”
“Richard?” The cogs and gears in my mind began to turn. Richard… “Helen? You’re Richard’s Helen?”
“One in the same,” she said, presenting herself with a flourish. “I can see you’re surprised. Your innocence always made you so unbelievably cute,” she giggled.
“But you’re not Helen… you’re Ellen!” I choked in response.
“I’m not the Ellen you remember. You helped me change, Jeffrey. Your forgiveness cleansed me and…. I wanted to distance myself from the woman I was all those years ago. I was named after my grandmother, Helen, so I chose to use her name… for the new me.”
“I told you to stay away…”
“You gave me an ultimatum, we had to stay away from you… but you broke that when you went after Jerome. You came to me, you invited yourself to my engagement party… because you still loved me. You wanted me to see Jerome for who he really was… you wanted to stop me from making a mistake… and you risked everything for me,” she said sadly, “and that night, he attempted to rape Rachel…. he rendered Jessica unconscious… and you finally helped me realise that I had everything wrong. My jealousy, my need to control you… everyone… had turned me into the same monster he was. You sacrificed everything to save me… and despite everything that had happened between us, despite all that was happening around us that night… you showed me that you still loved me… that you didn’t blame me anymore…”
Ellen reached out and gently took my hand. I flinched, instinctively and sapphire blue eyes became glassy. Was she… about to cry? This wasn’t like Ellen.
“I changed. In that single moment I changed,” she said, holding my hand, a single tear forming, “but it was too late. I finally understood and I was too stupid and too late. I knew I had lost you… I threw you away… and my loss was my little sister’s gain.”
“We’re married,” I whispered, though I don’t know why.
“I know you got married!” She laughed and wiped her tear away with her free hand, “I’m actually pleased for her… for you both. I missed my chance… she stepped in and did everything right… I hope. At least I hope she learned from my mistakes! You’re more important than anything, even family…”
“Family is the most important thing!” I corrected her.
“For you, yes, but for them? They always put each other first. I hope Jessica has realigned her priorities.”
“We are… very happy…”
“I’m glad…” Ellen replied, implying she wasn’t convinced.
“You need to go,” I said, my eyes finding Abigail in the office kitchen, “You can’t be here. I told you to keep away from me!”
“Mom told me to stay away from you until I was ready to rejoin our family. I’m ready, Jeff. You forgave me. You provided for me and I took your grandfather’s inheritance to make a new start. Your forgiveness was the catalyst I needed to help myself become the woman you saw in me… the woman I needed to be. I cried every night but… I got help. I imagined you… what would you say? What would you tell me to do? Who did I need to become to be worthy of you? When Richard was talking to you about my career, you had no idea he was talking about me. You thought you were offering ‘Helen’ a second chance, you had no idea you were showing me the way… for me to repay you… offering me a second chance! I’m here for you, Jeff. I’m ready to be Ellen again… for you.”
“No, you–you can’t be here, Ellen.” I stuttered.
“Yes I can, you invited me. I am here for you… to learn from you… to help you. I’m your new intern!”
“I’m not getting an intern! It’s all on hold! I didn’t invite you… what the fuck! Here for me? We can’t work together, Ellen! Does Richard know you’re here?”
“Richard… ah, well…”
“Wait… No! Does Richard… Does Richard know who you are?”
“That I’m Eleanor Robinson…? Yes.” Ellen sighed and squeezed my hand, “But he didn’t know until he met Mom that day, right here. Seems we are too alike for our own good. He confronted me and I told him everything. I didn’t hide my past from him but when he found out… we were once an item… I had to confess everything. I told him what I did to you and my family. It always confuses him that I had distanced myself from them. Jeff, I’m no longer the Ellen you once knew. Richard sees this. So he, like you, forgave me. He’s a simple man with a very kind heart and I love him very much.”
Richard knew. The room started to spin and Ellen clutched my hand tighter, helping me into Abigail’s chair just as Abigail returned with the glass of water. She had an expression on her face I had never seen before; compassion… mixed with suspicion and concern. Her eyes darted from Ellen to me and then back to Ellen.
“I’m going to go downstairs and get a first aider and their first aid kit from the main reception. Are you going to be okay watching over him?” Abby asked Ellen.
“Abigail, I’m fine! I get this way… sometimes… I have panic attacks.” Ellen winced as I said the words. She knew I didn’t used to get panic attacks…
“Just to be sure, I want to get someone… to have a look at you,” Abigail replied, and quickly headed for the elevator.
As the doors closed and the elevator began its journey, Ellen pulled up a chair and sat beside me.
“I’m so sorry! I truly am. I deluded myself that it was all so long ago that you would be fine by now… I’ve… recovered. You haven’t. It doesn’t seem fair. I’m sorry… all the more reason for me to be here for you now. Richard doesn’t get to make this choice for us. Fate chose this. Destiny! I’m going to be learning from you… in so many ways. I can’t wait!”
“We can’t work together!”
“We can and we will. It has taken a lot of planning and an awful lot of time to get here. I love Richard and you owe Richard… I’m going to be your new intern and you’re going to love it! You need to be respectful of me!”
“You said that when you tasered me! You said that when you had me raped, Ellen!” I spat, “You put a rope around my neck and hanged me… just to watch me kick as the noose strangled the life out of me… and all because I had the audacity to defy you. You tried to give your underage sisters virginities to your abusive boyfriend. The same man who had raped your own mother and would happily have raped Rachel if I hadn’t stopped him. You’re pure evil. You’re a psychopath. You destroyed me! Why the fuck would I want to work with you?”
Ellen’s eyes closed as tears began to well in them. Her skin flushed bright red as she looked down… in shame? I watched the blush work its way from the apples of her cheeks, down her neck, and all the way to her chest… No. I shook my head, trying to drown out my inappropriate thoughts but I felt as though something inside me had shifted ever so slightly, as if my balance had quietly slipped away without warning. I had been perfectly still, yet the room had started to move. Not gently, not in the way a boat rocked on calm water, but as though the entire world had been picked up and spun around me. I tried to focus on Ellen’s bluer than blue eyes, but she wouldn’t look at me. Her tears streaked down her cheeks.
“I’m s–sorry. I should have–should have put that some other way.” She didn’t even look at me as she apologised. “Please don’t worry? I’ve changed! I intend to be professional and–”
“Fuck you, Ellen!” I stood up but that’s when everything went wrong.
I instinctively reached for something solid, convinced I was about to fall. My eyes told me the walls were rotating, the floor was tilting, and the ceiling seemed to sweep overhead in slow, relentless circles. Deep down, I knew none of it was actually happening, but that knowledge brought no comfort. My body believed the illusion completely.
Every movement had made it worse. Turning my head even slightly had sent another violent wave of spinning through me. Looking up, rolling over, or trying to stand had felt like stepping onto a rapidly spinning fairground ride that refused to stop. I had squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the sensation would disappear, but it had continued in the darkness. It wasn’t something I saw—it was something I felt deep within me. A cold sweat had broken across my skin. My stomach churned violently, as though I had been trapped on a roller coaster for far too long. Nausea had risen into my throat until I had been certain I was going to be sick. Even taking slow, careful breaths hadn’t settled it. The relentless spinning had overwhelmed every sense I had.
Ellen was clinging onto me in alarm and I tried to pull away but walking had become almost impossible. My legs had felt disconnected from the ground, forcing me to shuffle cautiously while reaching for furniture, walls, or anyone nearby. It had been as if gravity itself had become unpredictable, pulling me in directions I couldn’t anticipate. I hadn’t trusted my own body to keep me upright.
The fear had been just as powerful as the physical sensations. For a moment, I had wondered whether I was having a stroke or whether I was about to collapse. My heart had raced, fuelled by the terrifying mismatch between what my eyes saw, what my inner ear felt, and what I knew to be true. Somewhere, beyond my blonde tormentor, the elevator doors pinged and I watched as the room lurched and then my head hit the floor. I heard feet running towards me as I tried to pull myself up from under Abigail’s desk but, now incapacitated, I found myself sprawled at Ellen’s feet… and Ellen was looming over me. Taking control. Putting me into the recovery position then supporting my head in her lap.
The spinning finally began to fade but didn’t disappear all at once. It had ebbed away in waves, leaving behind a strange, lingering unsteadiness. My head had felt heavy, my movements cautious, and I had carried the uneasy sensation that another attack could begin with the slightest turn of my head. I felt exhausted, drained by the effort of simply sitting upright and as the fog cleared I realised Ellen was sitting behind me, supporting me… holding me.
In front of me knelt Mr Hobbs and beside him stood Abigail. She didn’t go downstairs to get a first aider, she went upstairs to get the boss! Her intention was clear; she wanted Ellen kicked out. Inexplicably I felt my anger rising.
“Jeff? Mr Winter? Are you okay?” Mr Hobbs asked as Ellen wrapped an arm around me protectively.
“Yes, Mr Hobbs… I haven’t been… well…” I mumbled, “I just need my morning coffee,” I tried to joke and make light of my situation.
“I can see you’re in capable hands,” he smiled, casting an appreciating eye on the blonde woman behind me, “And who might this be? Is this the unwelcome guest you were referring to, Abby?”
“Hello, Mr Hobbs, I’m so pleased to meet you. Richard speaks so highly of you.”
“No? You’re Richard’s Helen? Wow! No wonder he’s been keeping you at home,” the boss chuckled as he helped Ellen lift me onto my feet.
“My grandmother’s name is Helen, I’m actually called Ellen,” she replied, “Am I not welcome here?”
“Of course you’re welcome! Abby, go and fetch Jeff and our guest a coffee. Ellen is expected,” he ordered the very disgruntled Emo. “Although, I have to be honest with you, Ellen, we weren’t expecting you today?”
“Sorry, Mr Hobbs, you’re right. Richard wasn’t convinced I was ready for this… so I took it upon myself to try and impress Mr Winter by coming in today… when Richard wasn’t here. I was hoping I could do enough to convince him to change Richard’s mind… he still wants to keep me in the house.” Abigail kept her eyes on me as she began to back away, and Ellen linked her arm in mine possessively as she used all her charms on the CEO. “I’m so hungry to learn and I know the impact Jeff has had on the business since he started here. I want to be trained by the best!”
Feeling powerless I looked at Abigail who stared at me wide eyed, shaking her head.
“Then you shall be!” Mr Hobbs announced and Abigail’s shoulders slumped as she acquiesced. She mouthed ‘sorry’ and slunk off back to the kitchen.
“I don’t know if I can be of any help, Mr Hobbs,” I tried to explain, “I have a lot to do today and Richard and I were going to meet about the new internship on Monday.”
“What’s there to decide? And as for work, take it easy for the rest of the day. You’re hereby restricted to light duties, and ordered to show our newest employee around the building. I’ll meet with Richard on Monday on your behalf and make sure he sees things from our point of view. Time for this beautiful woman to come out of the shadows!”
I felt like I had just stepped off a fast-moving carousel, except the world had continued to sway long after the ride should have stopped. Ellen looked ecstatic as she stood beside me, hanging onto me as if her life depended on it. Perhaps it did, because Abigail had nothing but malicious intent burning in her dark brown eyes as she brought us our drinks. I propped myself up on Abigail’s desk as she slumped dejectedly into her chair as Ellen gushed her thanks all over Mr Hobbs. My eyes found Abigail’s and she looked up at me with a pained look on her face.
“Thank you for trying,” she mouthed as the horror of what this all meant finally hit me. Ellen was going to be my new intern and there was nothing I could do about it. Together, both myself and Abigail stared angrily at the blonde bombshell that had just exploded into our work life and, for the first time, it felt good to have her as an ally.
“You can start by taking this young lady for breakfast at the restaurant and recover some of your depleted energy levels. You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Jeff,” Mr Hobbs said, laying a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Richard mentioned a payrise for you, to cover the extra workload having Ellen on board, I’m going to double it and have the new contractual terms on your desk by this afternoon. Abigail, you’re with me, we have work to do. Ellen, Jeff is the most talented architect I have ever met. Listen to him, learn from him, and do everything he asks of you. You will appreciate it in the long run. Good luck.”
Mr Hobbs walked slowly towards the elevator and Abigail, begrudgingly, trudged along after him.
I sighed and Ellen turned towards me as the Elevator spirited the boss and his secretary upstairs. I noticed she was biting her full, pink lower lip. As her teeth grazed the pillowy lip, it was almost as she had a line directly to my heart. I felt it pang with an emotion I hadn’t experienced since I was eighteen. Was she trying to stop herself from crying? I turned without saying a word of comfort to the twin’s older sister, and retreated to my office. I would need to make sure I had as little to do with Sophie’s eldest daughter as possible… and I couldn’t tell the twins. Not yet. Not until I had worked out how to deal with this latest curveball. Eleanor was back in my life and I felt a cold fear grip me. This was not going to end well.
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We finished our coffees in relative silence. Ellen looked happier than I had ever seen her, not smug, which was unexpected, just thrilled with the reality that she was now going to be working at ‘Imagine This’, with her boyfriend… and me. She followed me into my office and sat on my couch, tears of joy trickling down her face. To see her so overwhelmed by the emotion, by any emotion, made my heart swell. This wasn’t like her. She couldn’t make me feel… sympathy for her. She wasn’t allowed to make me feel any positive emotions for her! She didn’t deserve it and I admonished myself for betraying my righteous hatred for the eldest Robinson sister. But I couldn’t deny it. Deep down I had never felt such an ache, such a yearning to touch someone I knew I shouldn’t so intensely and to share in her happiness. But on the surface I was still suffering. Still in shock. Unable… no, unwilling, to contemplate what the full repercussions of this would mean.
I was on automatic pilot as I began her tour of the building. I decided to start her at the top, waving at Abigail and Mr Hobbs as they completed the training induction paperwork and maybe sorted out my new contract; at least that was something, but it was hardly any compensation for what was about to come. I showed her around engineering, interior design and then back down to my department, introducing her to my colleagues, before we found ourselves on the floor below, ordering breakfast.
Sharing a meal together. Like nothing had ever happened. I had barely said anything to her, and the envious looks we got as we took a table beside the window overlooking the city, made me feel very uncomfortable. I had forgotten how men, and women, would just stop what they were doing and stare as soon as she entered the room.
“I don’t deserve forgiveness for what I did to you,” Ellen finally said, breaking the silence as we both picked at the bacon and eggs on our plate, “But I am going to try and earn it. I owe you that much.”
“You don’t owe me anything! Just stay away from me! I’m going to have to resign!” Fuck! I couldn’t simply hand in my notice, my wife and her fucking twin sister were pregnant. I needed the money! For fuck’s sake, I even needed the pay rise!
Ellen regarded me coolly. “No, you won’t resign. If this is too much… I’ll walk away. I told Mr Hobbs I was here to try and convince you to take me on. If I’m unsuccessful, I’ll leave. What I do is not going to have any impact on you. Not any more. Even though I want this more than life itself, I know I have no right to impose myself on you again. I am truly sorry Jeff.”
“Apology NOT accepted. Leave now. My life is a fucking mess because of you!”
“You’re wrong… you forgave me that night in the car park. With Rachel’s torn panties in your hand, with Jerome being marched away, with Jessica, your wife in waiting, missing, presumed dead… I saw it in your eyes. You forgave me. Despite everything, you forgave me. I’m here… now… to remind you that you have no malice inside you; no evil, no animosity, no repugnance… only love. Only forgiveness. You gave me a blueprint… showed me who I needed to be… and since that night I have worked tirelessly to become… more like you… as you worked to become less like me.” She reached across and traced down the length of my fingers. “I hope… you can give me a second chance. I don’t deserve one but I’ve changed. Ask Richard? I’m twenty-four years old, I’m no longer young, naive and broken… you set me on the right path, you made me look at the ugliness inside me and Richard did the rest. He’s a good man. He saw me on my worst days, he saw my ugliness first hand and worked with me… to banish it. To help me be… the woman you saw every time you looked at me. A woman worthy of your love…”
“I don’t love you!” I gasped, before choking on the lump forming in my throat.
“And how could you? You were right about that though… your life is a fucking mess because of me.”
I buried my head in my hands. It was too much. “I didn’t forgive you,” I repeated quietly as the tears came. But I did forgive her. It was my worst kept secret. Literally everyone knew… I just didn’t want to admit it.
“Please don’t cry,” I heard her say, softly, her hand stroking down my arm across the table.
Her words echoed in my head as I stared into my reflection in yet another cup of coffee. All I could see were the tears that threatened in the misty gray of my eyes, the look of sorrow and hurt that were now forever captured in my heart. It had been so good, so simple and sweet at first. A boy and a girl, young and in love. I was barely eighteen years old and too eager to be in Ellen’s more experienced arms. She’d felt so right next to me. And I’d been unable to resist her tender touch, the sparkle of joy in her eyes, the wonder of her smile. Her firm young body had been so hot under mine; I was untouched and willing to learn.
She invited me to lose my virginity, and I’d lost my purity with a thrust of my hips imbedding my cock deep inside of her. But she’d taken so much more than that from me, more than she could possibly have ever guessed. She’d been my first, my only. She’d shown me the world of passion from her sweet kisses to the taste of the tender flesh between her thighs. She’d followed my lead at first then taken what her body demanded, rising over me as I rolled to my back, her body glistening with love’s dew, undulating above me. The sight of her, her beautiful blonde hair mussed from my hands, her mouth swollen from my kisses had driven me swiftly over the edge.
Her breasts moved with her gasping breaths, the nipples puffy pink tips, so young and vulnerable to my eighteen year old mouth. Her stomach was flat and firm, her thighs smooth and slender, muscles flexing with her rhythmic movements. She’d called my name when she came, her body shuddering then falling to rest against my own with such compelling trust. Closing my eyes now, I could still feel her there, her breath against my chest, her slight weight imprinted upon my memory.
“You never used to cry…”
Not true, my heart denied! I showered her with all the love I had welling inside of me and she rejected me time and time again. Sometimes our love seemed too much, too hot, too intense. It had scared me how she’d become my life, my entire world. Her pain affected me more than my own, her joys had made me giddy. Her tears wept down my cheeks, her laughter bubbled from my soul until I thought I would lose myself. So I had pulled away, shut myself up so that she couldn’t tear me in two with emotions too intense for me to handle. I wasn’t strong, I wasn’t the man my father had said I would one day become. I was in denial. I worked, and sacrificed my inheritance so that I could provide for my beautiful girlfriend. She took everything from me and laughed in my face… so I returned home, with my tail between my legs. I left my apartment and sought refuge with my parents, returning in shame, sore and beaten down from the heavy betrayal Ellen had inflicted upon me.
The fights, oh God, the fights with her staring at me with those huge blue eyes accusing, angry and hurt; blaming me for everything. All of it, my fault. Her cheating. Her bisexual boyfriend. Her sexual kinks. Manipulating me with pain in her voice, the confusion I could see on her face as I failed to see what she saw. The questions that I wasn’t able to answer because I loved her so much that I convinced myself… she was right and I was wrong. I didn’t know where I had lost myself, what she had done or hadn’t done. I couldn’t tell her what had to be done to make things right… it was impossible… because she had created a world where she could do anything and it would be my fault. It was all down to my weaknesses. My unwillingness to compromise for her.
But eventually, with her mothers love, I found the strength to push away from her, inviting her anger, becoming a target for her more abusive cuckold tendencies and Sophie, the woman who created her, her mother, became my best and only friend… then my lover.
I stared into the coffee mug, feeling emotions so long denied come to life. Anger, hurt, love and confusion all pulsed through me. I wanted to throw the mug through the plate glass window as hard as I could, wishing that the shattering of glass would heal me, and if not to throw myself into the void, plummeting several floors to a gruesome death on the pavement below. She shouldn’t be here. I’d pushed her away so that I could protect my heart… my family. I’d built such a wall around myself, I didn’t know if I could ever figure out the way through.
“You were my world…”
I watched her drive away, the day her family disowned her for what she did to me. I remembered my heart breaking, tears falling, as I held back words of love and need, of wanting and desiring her more than I’d wanted to breathe. I had been so in love with her. She had been my everything. She had told me all of her dreams for our future, something she’d thought of constantly. We were destined to be together forever… back then.
Her dreams, how simple they had been. Simple and about as easy to accomplish as flying to the moon without a rocket. She wanted a house, nothing fancy. She didn’t need a swimming pool or tennis courts, whirlpool tubs with their pulsing jets, or fifteen bathrooms. A small house with a garden and a swing set out back for the kids to play on. Flowers in boxes under the windows, a birdhouse and feeders out back. Maybe roses along a path with a swing where they could sit in the summer and we enjoy the evening together. And a baby.
So I used all my inheritance to buy us a small apartment, next to the University, with its too small rooms, not enough hot water, and heat that worked only when it wanted to. Instead of kids, I’d given her an ultimatum; Jerome or me. She chose him. Every time.
I remembered how she smiled the first time I took her there, not seeing the weaknesses only the possibilities. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work, cleaning and scrubbing, a song on her lips, smiling whenever I came close to her. She never complained, never bitched or moaned about what little we had or what she wanted so much to have. I thought I’d always be enough; my love, my arms around her through the night, my heart against hers when passion burned between us. I gave of myself so much, taking care of her no matter what the cost.
“I never meant to hurt you…”
This was going to hurt so bad before it got better. Could it possibly hurt worse? Even through the anguish that numbed and dazed my mind, I was aware of the emptiness, the loneliness that was now my destiny. I couldn’t share this knowledge with anyone. If the twins knew she was not only back… but working alongside me… I feared they might do something stupid.
I remembered my wedding day, me standing there in that too tight white shirt, my tie slightly askew. Jessica looking so young and bride-like in her simple white dress with the ruffle around the bottom with our combined families witnessing the most joyful union ever blessed. Jess wore a permanent and brilliant smile that day, a happiness that was contagious. And as the other women in my life watched on, anyone could see how truly besotted I was with the little redhead. Why hadn’t we been able to make it? How did our marriage only last a number measured in weeks before it hit trouble?
It had been deception, ignorance and delusion that had driven me away from my new bride. The twins had tricked me but I had used that as an excuse to show how much she didn’t measure up… measure up to… Ellen? Maybe I always needed Jessica to replace Ellen, I needed her to become the woman I couldn’t live without. When she put Rachel’s needs above my own… she broke me. Just as Ellen had done with Jerome. Jessica didn’t understand my fear. The twins didn’t understand the emotions they had caused to eat away at my soul.
Then I thought of all the times Jessica had been there for me, of the way she held my hand when her mother fell pregnant, of how she had taken care of me in her quiet, gentle way when Ellen tortured me. I couldn’t resist her but I had turned her love for her twin sister against her and hurt her, possibly in the worst way that I could. I cringed inside when I thought of the names I had hurled, the accusations I had made at her, just because I couldn’t handle seeing that disappointment in her face when I found out they had deceived me. But worse… I hadn’t been able to forgive her… She was supposed to mean everything to me, she was everything for me! But I had driven her away because I couldn’t forgive her or her sister.
“You forgave me, Jeff…”
I did. I forgave Ellen… but I couldn’t forgive Jessica. My head fell to my hands, tears that I had been holding back were now streaking down my cheeks. A sob caught in my throat before it tore free. I cried for what I had lost, for what I hadn’t known I’d had until it was too late to get it back. I cried for the wasted months, time that should have been spent with my wife and not blaming her for loving her own sister. My throat was raw and my head ached terribly.
“I forgave you every time and you destroyed me anyway,” I murmured, “I just wanted it to be us… just us… you promised me everything but delivered nothing. Then, when I wouldn’t give you what you wanted you took it anyway. And then you punished me for standing up to you.”
“What I did was wrong, unequivocally, and I’m sorry I ever did it. I really am sorry.” She looked away. “I will never stop being sorry.”
“Yeah, you were so sorry that you tied me up in your torture chamber and cheered Jerome on while he raped me! You tried to impregnate yourself so we would be tied by blood! It took the combined efforts of your entire family to heal me!” I snarled.
“And you are still suffering! I already have your forgiveness but I now understand I’m the only one who can heal your pain; by earning your respect. I need to be the one who puts this right. I caused all your damage… I should be the one to suffer… and sacrifice… to make amends. I was an evil woman. What did my little sisters call me?”
“The psycho-bitch from hell.”
“I was a psychotic monster. I deserve their hatred. I did everything in my power to hurt them. I was… jealous of them… they loved you so I stole you from them, and then reshaped you in my image… just to spite them.” Just barely loud enough to hear, she said, “But just like them… I fell hopelessly in love with you.”
Always the same argument to justify her cheating. “I was only trying to create a good life for us.”
“I know… I let you down. I let my parents down. I hurt my sisters. But worst of all, I hurt you.” I looked up into her sad blue eyes, again I saw something there I had never seen before; remorse. “I’ll never hurt you again. I have learned my lesson. The Ellen you know is gone. The dominatrix dead. The sex dungeon dismantled. Let me show you the new me? I want you to be proud of me… and I want to make amends for everything I did to you.”
“Why should I?”
“Because it’s what you do… look… I have everything to lose here. If you tell me to leave at the end of the day and never to come back… I’ll do it. I gave you my word and I need to prove to you it means something now. Maybe just by walking away from this dream will be enough for you to trust me… with Richard’s heart? I know you care about him. He’s a good man. A good friend.”
Once again her hands began to gently caress the backs of mine. Her touch was electric. Every nerve in my body was firing. I once told her she was my drug… she told me Jerome was hers.
“If you choose to trust me, and let me stay and earn your respect, whether it takes months or years, then you’ll have even more power over me! If I do or say anything you dislike or disagree with then you can use it as evidence to destroy my relationship with Richard. He is the only thing I have left in my life… and you could take it all away from me. And I’d deserve it if you did! I did the same to you… all I want is a second chance. Let me prove myself to you, Jeff.”
“I gave you one last chance already. You took that opportunity to chloroform me, hang me, then have me sodomised.” I said, rather too loudly, the other patrons in the caféteria realising this was more than just another business meeting.
“You’re right, I don’t deserve this. But please, Jeff? Let me do this? Let me work with you and learn from you? You have nothing to lose this time… this is my dream. I’m giving you the power to destroy it, and my life… I will put everything on the line for this: My relationship with Richard, the roof over my head, my future career… my dream… everything.” She bit her lip and thought. “And I will make it worth your while…”
“Let’s continue this conversation back up in my office. I don’t want to say anything more to you here. This is not doing either of us any good.”
Ellen nodded. I stood up from the table, ready to leave, when she said, sadly, “I am sorry, you know. I am. I always will be.”
Unable to look at her, I simply replied, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let’s take some coffees with us.”
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Abigail was back at her desk by the time we got back up to the department. She eyed Ellen suspiciously but then shot me a sympathetic look as I led the blonde woman to my office and asked her to sit on the office sofa. I sat myself down opposite her. Ellen’s eyes looked different now; they looked sad. Desperate. Reflections of light streaming through my office window made them flicker and change colour just a little. Going through all the hues and shades of blue, making them seem large and luminous.
Her face too looked unfamiliar. There were hints of doubt in her expression. Her gorgeous, freckled face looked paler, her blonde hair lacking the warmth in its lustre. But the new emotions etched upon her face didn’t seem as important as to what was going on with her eyes. I wasn’t sure if they didn’t blink, or if she was just blinking in unison with mine but they were filled with a pleading desperation.
What could I say? On one hand, it would be easy to just let her go, set myself free. Leave her to get on with her life and never see her again. But… I’d look at her… and my heart… changed the cold dread rubbing through my bloodstream to warm kindness. It seemed like I could only keep one thought in my mind as I stared at her kaleidoscope eyes. Those eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, seemed to crowd everything else out. They just seemed so… important. I don’t remember Ellen speaking at all, but the eyes spoke volumes to a part of me I forgot existed. They burned into my mind, just seeming to broadcast the message that it was easy to look, easy to watch, easy to not think. Gaze into my eyes, they seemed to say. Lose yourself in my eyes… like you used to. Melt into the oblivion of my eyes…
Jessica had said I didn’t have any hatred within me. That it wasn’t something I was capable of. But would she forgive me if I committed to this? I couldn’t look away from Ellen’s eyes, I couldn’t turn my head. Ellen had caught and held me with her hopeful gaze. I couldn’t even summon up the strength to speak. My mouth hung open, either in dazed exhaustion or rapt amazement. Possibly both. Ellen’s eyes were undeniably beautiful, fighting them was so hard. I knew I had to look. Knew I wanted to look.
“Your eyes…” I said and Ellen smiled.
I remembered how she would look at me… all those years ago. Just like how she was now, seeming to glow with hope and promise. I realised that remembering the way she used her eyes to gently persuade me was a bad idea, that just melted my willpower away further, deepened the intensity of my surrender, but the allure of remembering the way I once gave into the power of Ellen’s gaze was just too potent to resist. Surrender multiplied upon surrender, bliss transcended by bliss. I remembered falling into those eyes.
I expected Ellen to say something, but she just sat there with a tiny, triumphant smile on her face, while I sank deeper into the bottomless pools of her eyes. Her eyes seemed to grow larger in my field of vision, but some part of me realised that the blonde woman was inching closer. I felt the heat of her body now, close enough to touch. We were touching. I felt the silken fabric of the forbidden woman’s blouse brush against my arm. And brush. And brush. And brush. In a rhythm. Pulsing in time to her breath, her heartbeat. With every touch, I felt my resistance slip away further. With every touch, I felt my pain and vitriol slip away further. With every touch, I wanted to sink deeper into those eyes.
Pressure welled up inside my mind, the need to speak. My lips felt numb and stiff, but I managed to husk out, “Jessica and Rachel hate you.”
“I know, as they should. I used them. I didn’t care. I was their big sister, my duty was to protect them but I led them into harm’s way.”
“I love Jessica…” I confessed, “I love them both.”
“You became their protector when I failed… that was how it was supposed to be. Then they became yours when I failed you. You were always meant to find each other. I saw that the moment they first saw you after we had just moved in. They both fell in love with you. I watched it happen… and felt jealousy like I had never felt before. How could they find such a perfect love so easily and I… I never could. I made you mine just because I could. Because I wanted to hurt them. Only… you were too perfect… you think I had power over you! But your power was much greater but far more subtle. The power of your unconditional love slowly began to unravel the knots I had let poison my soul. Your power, stealthily, changed me as I attempted to change you into another version of me. I tried to stamp my dominance upon you but you rejected my blueprint for how our relationship would be. You rebelled against my need to control your life. Then finally, after everything I did to try to break you… you removed your love. And I was instantly lost. Powerless.”
“I gave you so many chances Ellen, and now you’re back, begging for one more!”
“I don’t deserve any more chances,” her eyes became glassy again, “I know that. And that’s why I’m here, to give myself unconditionally to you this time. You can use the power to order me to leave and I will, my dreams of being an interior designer, working with you and Richard would be over. I’d be good… you know I would… but I’d give it up if that’s what you decide today.”
“The alternative is to work with you, and that’s crazy, Ellen. I don’t trust you.”
“Don’t you see? But that’s the reason why you should agree to take me under your wing! To work with you means you have to make another sacrifice for me, simply by letting me back into your life. And that’s a big one. The biggest. But in return… I’m trusting you with my life. Me working here means I hand over my whole reason to live… to you. If I fail you just one more time… you would destroy my career. You would destroy any hope I have of redemption. I would have nothing and I’d go back to what I was… who I was… because Richard would leave me.”
“Richard would never leave you, he loves you.”
“Jeff, when I said I told Richard everything, I meant everything! He didn’t believe me. He hasn’t ever seen the Ellen you knew. It wasn’t until I introduced him to Mom and Dad–”
“FUCK! FUCKING HELL!” No, of course, I knew this already but the realisation that had been echoing around my brain suddenly was front and centre, occupying my mind. Richard met Sophie here, at the office. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! “Sophie and Joseph know… they knew you were back! They knew you were with Richard! He met them several times! That’s why he acted so strangely the first time your Mom came to the office. You practically look identical to each other! FUCK! He knows who you are… what you did to me… that’s why he’s been avoiding me… that’s why he was so resistant to having you work here…”
“Mom and Dad had to show him… some carefully edited videos of me… of what I did to you… before he could believe me.”
“They showed him the videos!” My mind was reeling, “Richard is my best friend!”
“I know he is… but he was appalled to see… what I was capable of. He already knew about Jerome, he did background checks on you, he knew Jerome had a female accomplice… he was horrified to find out it was me. I had been living with him for a year. We had been together for over two years. He discovered he didn’t know me at all. Those were… dark days…”
I couldn’t vocalise it all, the concepts seemed too complex for my empty, crippled brain, but her eyes were still on mine. Heavy with tears threatening to fall. Desperate. Pleading… losing hope. Ellen’s eyes were always important; they truly were the windows to her soul. Everything else faded away but her sad blue eyes and the slightest touch of her fingers, and the husky, whispering voice. Richard knew. Richard, my so called best friend who had known who she was. For how long? Weeks? Months? Hadn’t he been with her for years?
“Richard would kick me out and have nothing to do with me if I did anything against you like that again. I’d lose everything that means anything to me… and I’m giving you that card to play against me at any time. Give me a day then destroy me. A week, and if you don’t like my attitude… or what I’m wearing, then destroy me. Give me a chance and if I blow it, destroy me. This is so important to me I am willing to put everything I love on the line for you. If I don’t deserve this second chance then simply destroy me. I’ve got it coming. I deserve it.”
“Ellen…” I tried to find something buried within myself that I could use to deliver that blow. I could destroy her. She needed destroying! But… Richard loved her. Could I do that to him? Sure he had kept Ellen secret from me. As far as he was concerned she was Helen, it would have been impossible that they could have been one in the same person. And when he found out… what could he say? “Oh Jeff, you’ll never guess what? Turns out I’m living with your psychotic sister-in-law.” FUCK! Ellen was my sister-in-law! We were fucking related! “I just can’t see a way that this can work…” I forced myself to say, “Richard doesn’t want you here.”
“Richard knows my feelings about you. I’m not the same person I was three years ago… but… Richard and I are compatible… in some of the old ways. He wants to make me happy. He knows me being here will make me happy. He knows that having me working closely with you will make me happy. He trusts you. He will share me with you, with this place, because believe it or not, he loves you too. The reason he is saying no is because he doesn’t want to make you unhappy. He lost all his male friends when his wife poisoned them against him. This place, you… and me… it’s all he’s got.” She paused, clasping my hand, desperate to somehow convince me, a tear escaped an eye and made its way down her cheek. “Say yes, because if this does work out… it will be everything to him, everything to me… and I promise I will do everything in my power to make it worth your while and mean just as much to you. I’m a fast learner and I’m keen… motivated! I will put it all on the line for you for just one last chance.”
I sighed and shook my head, “It can’t work. I’m married to Jessica and if she found out you were back… that your Mom and Dad had been speaking to you… that you were working with me… it would break her. She’d destroy you with her bare hands and Rachel would help her. My Marriage wouldn’t survive that.”
“You’ve been married to Jessica for months and Richard, your best friend, has never even met her! He doesn’t even know what she looks like! Jessica has no reason to come here and neither does Rachel,” Ellen looked at me hopefully, “And even if she did come here… Reception would announce her arrival downstairs, I’d have plenty of time to squirrel myself away. I’m not here to hurt you or your marriage. I know you’re going through difficulties.”
“What have your Mom and Dad been saying about us?” I barked, removing my hand from hers.
“Mom and Dad won’t talk about Jessica or Rachel. They know I need to keep my distance and have made sure we never come into contact with each other. You’re right, they would be very overprotective of you if I ever turned up.” She smiled a little, “You and I nearly met up… I was on my way home and you were with Richard in the games room. You wanted to meet me! It was your birthday… and I knew you’d be doing the traditional family gathering at the Chinese… so I offered to get us all a Chinese take-away on the way home knowing you would have to turn me down. Sorry… I didn’t want Richard to know… we had history. He bought you the new Nintendo console to make it up to you and I bought you the game.”
“Shit!” I exclaimed, I think by this point my mind had been so numbed by all the revelations that she could have revealed anything to me, “That was from you?”
“Happy Birthday,” she said softly and blew me a kiss. I felt myself blush and she grabbed my hand again, “This won’t be easy to say so I’m just going to go ahead and say it; Mom and Dad didn’t tell me about your marriage difficulties, it was Richard that told me that you walked out on Jessica after just a few weeks. I’m sorry. I really am. I couldn’t be happier for you when I heard you were back together. You are supposed to be together. Everybody knows it.”
“Does your Mom know you want to work here… with me…?”
“Yes, she’s not happy about it for all the same reasons. Richard has invited Mom and Dad over tomorrow so they could team up and talk me out of it… that’s why I’m here now.”
“A pre-emptive strike. That’s very like you. The old you.”
“It is but… no-one knows how much this means to me… why it means so much to me. This is my shot at redemption. My only real way of earning your forgiveness. I was hoping you could see… that everything we could all gain… would be worth the risks. And I will tell Mom and Dad that if they think I’m stepping out of line, then they too can destroy me too. They will want to protect you and the twins more than give me a hope of ever banishing my darkness…”
I knew all about the darkness that resided inside her. The same darkness resided inside me. It compelled me to commit unforgivable transgressions against the people I loved. If someone could rid me of my darkness… wouldn’t I move mountains to make it happen? If I could be a part of removing the same darkness from Ellen… shouldn’t I at least try?
“I won’t be able to convince Richard. I already tried… when I didn’t know you were you! I failed. Abigail wants to be my new intern.”
“That little Emo secretary out there?” She laughed, glancing over to her. Abigail’s eyes were locked on us. She didn’t look happy.
“She’s a nightmare. And she’s manipulative. She had already set herself up for the internship until Mr Hobbs met you this morning. Seems you still have that effect on people.”
“He overrode Richard, and you, to keep her in her place?”
“Perhaps…”
“Then with the CEO on side and if you agree… it would be down to me to convince Richard and my parents…” Ellen was quiet for a moment. “It would be down to me to make this work, as it should be. Not you. But, if you say no, right now, you can march me upstairs to Mr Hobbs office and I will tell him that it won’t work out. I’ll leave… and you’ll never see me again….”
“This is not an easy decision,” I sighed. Spying Abigail’s ever watchful glare, I stood up and nodded to her, as if to signal that… progress was being made… and then I angled the office blinds so she wouldn’t be able to scrutinise our discussion with such clear animosity in her eyes.
“I know… we have a lot of history between us,” Ellen said as I sat back down.
“Did you kiss me?”
That caught her by surprise, “Kiss you? When?”
“When you first arrived… when I was having a panic attack?”
“Yes…” I watched her freckles disappear into her blush, “I was shocked to see you after so much time… and in so much distress. I guess old habits die hard?”
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
“Then don’t worry! If I make even one mistake, tear my entire life apart. But be warned… some things are worth even one kiss.”
I laughed. “Really?”
“You’re not the first married man I’ve kissed. But I promise you… if you ever deem my behaviour to be inappropriate… feed me to that secretary out there. She has been shooting daggers at me since she first saw me. She’s a predator.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Ha! Maybe!” Ellen snorted. “She looks dangerous… She’s so small and cute but she clearly uses that to lure her men. She wants power. She has her eye on you, that’s for sure.”
“Like I said; she wants to be my new intern.”
“She wants you between her legs!” Ellen stopped for a moment. “Shit. I’m sorry. I guess I’m a little over protective of you too.” A rueful chuckle, her eyes looking anywhere but at me. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt embarrassed to be around someone. You make me feel like…”
“…Like this could be the worst decision we’ve ever made.”
We both sipped our coffees for a bit. Once we’d finished, Ellen softly said, “Jessica looked very pretty in her wedding dress. I used to dream about marrying you…”
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. Jessica was pretty, and she made it no secret that she wanted to be married to me with children, but I didn’t want this to turn into something it wasn’t and could never be. Jessica needed to be kept away from her. Rachel too.
“I don’t think you’ve thought this through, Ellen. Working here isn’t a secret you can keep from them forever.”
“I know, but… in time… I hope to show them that I’ve changed. When they are ready… they will see the new me… the real me… and if I’m lucky, I would have done enough to earn their forgiveness too.”
“Working with me will scupper any chance of them forgiving you! They’ve known you for most of their lives… you have damaged them at least as much as you’ve damaged me. Probably more. It would take a lot to undo that. They will doubt your motives.”
“You’re right!” Ellen laughed. “I think they probably will; I didn’t help my cause by kissing you within minutes of meeting you.”
I shook my head, not looking at her again. “This can’t happen. It won’t work. What if–”
“I kiss you again? I just might. And if it’s unwelcome, have me kicked out of the building and tell Richard what I did. He will kick me out of his house. Please? I kissed you because… because you’re still… amazing. You are… the way you’ve changed, how you’re… physically, mentally, emotionally, you’re the man I fell in love with but even better, and it hurts, it hurts so fucking bad that it could have been me at that little church, exchanging vows. You’re so attractive, perfect… but I wanted everything… instead of what I needed most. I destroyed my fairytale happy ending… with you.” She stopped suddenly, the embarrassment on her face showing exactly how much she wished she hadn’t said any of that. It fought with the anguish in her voice as she started again, anguish from not being able to say everything she wanted. “I’m sorry. I just–”
“You were worth it, Ellen. I just… I wasn’t compatible with you. I wasn’t worthy of you. I did everything you said. I tried to be happy about sharing you with Jerome. You treated me like a fucking servant. And you wouldn’t listen to me about any of it. I don’t know when I started–when I stopped treating you like my girlfriend. You’re not the only one with a darkness inside. But you were the only one who understood that. You understood me! But I was never good enough for you and that hurt. That was the reason why I left you to Jerome. I’m sorry.”
Ellen’s eyes went wide. I realised now that I’d never apologised to her. Yes, what she did to me was wrong, but what I did to her was, too. “You broke your vows to me, Ellen, but I broke mine too.” She gasped. “No… I didn’t cheat on you. But I didn’t cherish you. I didn’t honour you. There was no… no comfort in how I treated you. I–”
Ellen leapt from the sofa opposite and in less than a second was straddling me, kissing me, my face cradled between her two hands. I froze briefly, then my hands were roaming her back, pulling her tightly against me. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and hers tangled with it. The low moan could have come from either of us. Now my heart was racing, and I couldn’t scoot over anymore, seeing as I was already up against the armrest. Ellen reached out and softly stroked my cheek; I shuddered at her touch.
“One chance, Jeff,” she whispered. “That’s all I want. If it’s too much… or not enough… then let your secretary personally drag me to her boss.”
I knew that this was a bad idea. I’m sure she did, too. But then Ellen ground her hips against me, groaning loudly as my rapidly forming erection pushed against her. Then she kissed my neck, and my hand slipped up into her shirt. Then I picked her up and carried her back to the sofa. And then, my bad idea became the worst idea I’d ever had.
Ellen slowly leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. I pulled back, still too deer-in-the-headlights to say anything. The blonde smiled and gently caressed my face as she kissed me again, holding me to her mouth. I began kissing her back and I moaned as she lay on top of me, my feet coming up and sliding onto the couch to keep my balance. She pressed her body against mine and her breasts pressed against me as she encircled my body and placed her lips back against mine. I didn’t even have time to react. Ellen’s soft pretty lips were joined with mine. Lush, forbidden, full lips wearing a wine-colored lipstick. My sister-in-law’s lips became more insistent as they forced mine to part further, and then Ellen’s tongue slipped inside my mouth.
I wanted to pull away, to tell Ellen this wasn’t a good idea, but I couldn’t move. To my astonishment, I felt my own tongue seek Ellen’s, and she moaned slightly as our tongues twirled together in an erotic ballet. I was being flooded with sensations I’d forgotten; they felt delicious and I was powerless against them. Ellen was in ecstasy; She loved that I wasn’t pulling away, and she forced my mouth to open more as she let her tongue explore. She glided it over my teeth and gums and then back to her tongue. Our tongues were exploring each other like two longtime ravenous lovers. Finally, I pulled away, my face flushed, my feelings confused. I was feeling tightness deep in my belly. It was a feeling I didn’t recognise. Ellen was smiling at me.
“Are you going to have me thrown out? I’ll go… willingly… if that’s what you really want?” Ellen asked. She put her hand on my thigh and gave it a tender squeeze.
I was still trying to catch my breath. I looked at Ellen’s hand on my leg and felt like it was someone else’s thigh I was looking at.
“Ellen,” I said finally, catching her breath. “This can’t be how it’s going to be.”
“Going to be…” Ellen replied, her eyes on my lips. “Does this mean you’re going to give me a chance? I mean–I mean, is it going to be okay? I’m sorry I just–just kissed you… I couldn’t help myself. I just needed… I felt…” her voice trailed off helplessly.
“You can’t keep kissing on me,” I chuckled as I extracted myself.
“You didn’t like it?” Ellen asked, and I watched something else new cross her pretty complexion; a feeling of fear. She knew she had made a mistake and regretted her impulsiveness.
“No, I did like it. But we are not going to be like that… if I’m going to be your trainer? You’ll be my student. I’ll be your teacher. We are going to need to have a professional relationship.”
“You’re going to train me? I’m going to be your new intern?”
I nodded my head and Ellen pounced upon me once more. She wrapped her arms around me and, with the lesson remaining unlearned, she pressed her soft lips against my mouth. This time I instinctively opened it and Ellen pressed her tongue inside. My tongue met Ellen’s tentatively at first and then more aggressively as the kiss grew hotter and more passionate. I was lost in a swirl of sensations that were quite foreign to me. Memories flooded back to me; I loved the feel of Ellen’s soft mouth and tongue and her soft body pressing against my own after all these years. Almost in spite of myself my tongue pressed hard against Ellen’s and my hands grasped the willowy girl to me. As I felt the heat between Sophie’s eldest daughter’s legs press against my now straining manhood I came to my senses and once again pushed her away from me.
“Oh, God, Ellen, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me!”
“Jeff, it’s okay. I loved it. I’m sorry you pulled away.”
“This can’t happen again,” I couldn’t even meet Ellen’s eyes.
“I completely understand. I just–it’s just–when I came here this morning–I was convinced–you would say no.” Ellen slumped back into the sofa overcome with emotion, her fingers going to her eyes, “you’ve made me–very happy. I don’t desreve–to be this happy. For you–to make me–this happy.”
I saw her eyes, they were glassy and a tear fell from her eye onto her cheek leaving a wet trail all the way down. The tiny tear drop crashed on her dry lips. The second drop hit her nose as she tilted her head and started crying heavily. I just wanted to hold her. Despite the pain and misery she had caused me I just wanted her tears to end. The heaviness inside my chest felt unbearable. Somewhere in my mind I knew I shouldn’t do anything stupid because it wasn’t worth it. I was married. And my wife and my lover both had babies on the way. But it just hurt so much knowing Ellen was here, in front of me, and my body felt like it weighed a ton. I wanted to just collapse, just let go of this as I almost broke down into a mess of emotions. I wanted some form of release… Anything to ease the burning need inside me.
“Ellen, it’s going to be… okay,” I heard myself whisper. Comforting her as she comforted me during my anxiety attack.
She recognised my voice and turned her head. It was undeniable. Part of me missed her presence, missed her smell, missed her touch and missed hearing her call out my name in a way that only she could do.
“These–are–happy–tears,” she sobbed. “I know I nearly threw it all away… again… risking it all for… for a kiss.”
“I think I understand, I–”
“Please don’t,” she said softly, interrupting me.
I nodded my head and looked at her as she wiped her eyes. “You’re right, things could be better this time. Richard. You. Me. Your family… You’re worth one more chance. Everybody should get one shot at redemption.”
Ellen turned her head to look at me, smiled her cute crooked smile and reached out with her wet fingers, tracing the definitions of my sculpted muscles through my shirt. Tenderly, even lovingly, reminding herself of what we had… and what, all those years ago, I had given to her freely. What she had thrown away. I’d do anything for family and now, wasn’t Ellen a member of my family? My sister-in-law’s attentions were giving me that familiar response in my groin so I stood up and held out my hand, “Come, let’s tell Mr Hobbs the happy news and go and get something to eat. It’s already lunchtime.”
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Mr Hobbs took the news very well. So well he told me to take Ellen out for lunch. It would at least get us out from under the gaze of Abigail. I only hoped she still saw me as a friend rather than a foe. I didn’t want to find myself in her bad books, she clearly had some sway with Mr Hobbs, whether he liked that or not. So we ended up walking into the city, not willing to risk driving and being seen. We found a little Chinese restaurant neither of us had tried before and she sat down as I held her chair. As I moved back to my own seat, I absentmindedly ran my hand down her arm causing her to look up and smile. We ordered drinks and just looked at each other for a short while, it was still awkward. Then we laughed. It had been a very weird day.
Soon a waiter arrived to take our order and we went back to the awkward silence we had been enjoying before he turned up. I was having a debate with myself. I found her to be just as attractive and the way she was dressed, the kiss, the little touches had me horny and wanting to bend her over the table and fuck her right there in the restaurant. But this was Ellen! This was my nemesis. This is the woman I sacrificed everything to banish from my life and now I was having dinner with her like we were old friends. Old friends with benefits. I knew I had to change my mindset. I was a married man now. If I was going to work in close proximity with this woman then I needed to behave. The good side and the evil side would continue this debate throughout lunch. Eventually only one side could win.
We had a nice lunch. We spent the time eating and talking and laughing, occasionally touching hands, or feet. Every contact was noticed. It was like a little spark of electricity. Raising the tension. Meanwhile my internal battle continued. As she laughed, I could see her nipples jiggling against her blouse. For dessert, we shared a piece of cheese cake covered with strawberries. All in a all a wonderful meal.
Once the cheesecake was all gone and the bill settled, we decided to have a slow walk back to the office. As we left the restaurant my hand found hers. More sparks. I couldn’t fathom why we were now getting along so well. We were just totally at ease with each other. We continued to talk and laugh and smile and enjoy the journey. We walked from the main path to take a stroll through the park not far from the building. We stopped at a stall selling drinks and I bought us some iced teas. We then passed one of those photo booths and stepped in to get a series of pictures taken to memorialise the day.
Four pictures. The first picture was just a sort of standard picture, us cheek to cheek grinning at the camera. In the next picture I was giving her a peck on the cheek. Picture three she gave me a peck on the cheek. Then picture four…
Picture four changed everything. After her peck on the cheek, I turned to look at her. Something in her eyes said kiss me, so I did. I leaned forward bringing our lips closer together, so did she. Our lips met, my mouth opened, her mouth opened and our tongues me in the middle. I didn’t expect this. The whole lunch date had changed in a brief electric instant. The camera flashed, the little strip of pictures slid into the tray, but the kiss didn’t stop. I felt her hands on my shoulders then her arms around me. We moved closer together, our bodies molding into each other. Then, as if I had just come out of a dream, I pulled away from her. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I had this look; Lust, fear, and confusion all at the same time. This was much more than I had planned on doing, this date or any other date with her.
I had to stop. I had made a promise to myself and hard as it was, I was going to keep it. I brushed my fringe out of my eyes, to see her better. I gazed at her eyes, eyes which once looked upon him with love. She bit on her lower lip as I studied her, my heart not understanding whether that it should stop or explode as she ran a hand through her hair. We were so close she could feel my chest heaving, and yet I could still feel the gap, the insurmountable void that had torn us apart and had kept us separate for years. I turned away from her only to feel her hand slide through my hair and rest on my cheek, gently turning my face so I looked at her.
She knew why I had turned away, but it did little for my heart as it ached even more. I looked at her freckles, those which had drawn me to her at the beginning. She lowered her mouth to mine, all the time looking at my eyes. I tensed, despite expecting it, my hands clenching into fists. This time I had nowhere to turn to escape her gaze, so I closed my eyes. I had once dreamt of kissing her under the cloak of dark and the shimmer of the stars, but now it was all I could do to stop from pushing her away, here, with the doors to ‘Imagine This’ in front of us.
As our lips met, I laughed silently, bitterly at myself. She promised me so much. How easy was it for her to just step into the void that I worked so hard to put between us? I fought back these thoughts, determined to be a better man this time. There was a time I had longed for this, every date, every meeting, every glance, I dreamed about how her lips would feel, how she would breathe as she lay under me. All that was in my grasp; her kiss, her body, her promises of love and yet I felt a pain beyond none I had felt before. As I felt her lips on mine, the past came racing back, flooding me.
This was who she was. She couldn’t help herself and therefore, that explained why I felt my resolve instantly drain away. This was the power she always had over me. This would not be the way it was going to be and now I at least knew why; She would never let me forget her, how it used to be, constantly pushing, constantly teasing. To Ellen it was merely playfulness, but to me… it was more. I moved my lips away from hers and down to her neck, suddenly aware of how close she was.
Ellen slowly opened her eyes as I caressed her neck with my lips, and she looked at me. She bit down on her lower lip, perhaps just as disappointed and guilty of how she felt… for me?
“Jeff, I need you to know… I see your pain. I saw it all back then, when it used to bring me pleasure. I don’t seek pleasure through your pain any more. Even as our relationship progressed it began eating away at me, day by day, of how I saw you suffer, of how you no longer smiled, no longer laughed. This… Here… Now… My second chance… being what you need me to be is the least I can do. I do want the old Jeff back, but more importantly I want to be friends with you again.”
Lifting her arms up, she wrapped them around me. I stopped, shocked at the feel of her arms around me and for a moment, it felt as if she loved me again. But it didn’t take long for me to realise, it was an empty gesture, simply to make me feel better. Like her eyes now, there was no love in it, and I fought back a tear.
“I’m sorry, Ellen. I did have feelings for you, but I guess I was a bit hasty in agreeing to go out with you for lunch. It was probably the joy of being confessed to, and I couldn’t decide properly. I guess we should work out how we are going to exist together, if we’re going to work together, and somehow keep this all a secret.”
She smiled at me, her hands caressing my face, showing understanding… showing compassion. Was this the Ellen I once knew? I once loved her like no other, every thought, every action, every smile involving her. I strived to be nonchalant about it, strived to be cool to her beauty. But I could not contain it and I allowed her to suffocate me. She’d pushed too hard, pushed too much. But now, when she could easily press her advantage… she wasn’t.
“I will do anything you ask of me, Jeff. Anything for my brother-in-law. I will do anything for family.”
And that was it. Words I had waited for, for three years, and she could speak them now? I couldn’t take it anymore; So what if she hurt me? So what if I loved her? Tears flowed from my eyes as I held her in my arms. Slowly at first, but I eventually sobbed loudly and uncontrollably, burying my head in her neck. Ellen was taken aback by my sudden emotional outburst, but she didn’t probe. She knew she had hurt me, she knew I still worried about her and cared for her, but she could not be with me. Not now. Not ever. Probably confused, she simply held me. She held me to her and I cried as she gently, lovingly drew her fingers through my hair. Consoling me as years worth of pain flowed out of me.
Amidst my tears, I felt her hand on me but this time, it was genuine and sincere, making me cry even harder. My heart ached so much I longed to tear it out but I knew she could say nothing to make me feel better. Slowly I rose, fighting back my tears. I held her hand gently and crossed my fingers with hers, like we used to do. With my other hand, I touched her cheek gently. Smiling through my tears, I simply said, “I do forgive you.”
“I know… and… I still love you.”
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I was in an odd mood all afternoon. I set Ellen up at one of the work stations between Abigail’s desk and my office, where I could keep an eye on both of them, and spent the day setting up the course and preparing for Ellen’s induction. It kept me busy and away from the office gossip who was eager to hear any and every piece of information I had gleaned from our new colleague. I was thankful when the day ended. Mr Hobbs came down to reassure us both he would smooth things over with Richard first thing on Monday and Abigail made a point of being very helpful, submissive and clingy with me! It was as if she was already fighting an unseen war with the new office blonde, marking territory, declaring allegiance and claiming me. If anything, Mr Hobbs seemed to like this new dynamic, perhaps because it would keep Abigail occupied. Perhaps because it had shifted her sights from him to me. Or perhaps because he sensed Ellen Robinson could easily best the little Emo and was looking forward to having her brought down a peg or two.
When I got home, I discovered Jessica had only just arrived ahead of me. Entering through the front door she ran and launched herself into my arms, giggling uncontrollably and showering me with kisses. I scooped her up and carried her through to the front room where Joseph and Sophie stood.
They looked terrified.
I put Jessica down onto the ground and she kissed me, with her back to her parents, not seeing the looks on their faces.
“Let’s go upstairs husband…” She whispered as her lips left mine.
“I’ll follow you up,” I replied playfully and she turned to see her parents, then she quickly turned back to me with a confused look on her face, “I’ll talk to them and I’ll be up in a minute. Go on?”
Jessica nodded, then turned and headed up the stairs, the bounce gone from her step. As soon as we heard her enter the loft I turned to Sophie and Joseph.
“Jeff–”
“Say nothing!” I barked, cutting off Sophie before she could start making excuses, “Say nothing to me. Say nothing to the twins. Do nothing! You had better continue as if she never existed or I’m moving out and I’m taking Rachel and Jessica with me.”
“But we–” Joseph began.
“You knew! You’ve known for weeks! We are all heading for disaster and there’s nothing I can do to prevent it. Someone is going to lose everything when all this comes out. Pray that it isn’t you!” I snarled, “It’s too late by the way, she’s already secured the internship. I’m going to be fucking training her! Every fucking day! You could have prevented this and you didn’t. Someone is going to pay the ultimate price for this and you both know it’s going to end up being me! Because it fucking always is!”
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I stomped up the stairs. I was angry I had lost my temper with Sophie. I was angry I was right back where I started. I was angry because… I wasn’t in control. As I closed the apartment door behind me, I could hear the shower start up from beyond the bedroom door and decided to grab a beer and went to sit out on our sofa. After a few minutes, the sound of the cascading water stopped, but my brain was still trying to solve an impossible problem. Ellen. Ellen was back. Ellen was in my life. Ellen was… what the fuck was she? As I casually glanced over to the open bedroom door I saw Jessica came out from the master bath wearing only a towel.
I knew I shouldn’t be feeling so powerless and angry but the darkness within me was also back. Laughing. Mocking me for how weak I was. I had been absolutely useless when confronted with the woman who had caused me so much pain… so much damage. I had let her back into my life with only minimal protest. She had even kissed me. I had kissed her! I couldn’t help myself! Guilt surged through me, just like it used to and I realised how truly pathetic I had become.
I watched Jessica, unable to tear my eyes away as she unwrapped the towel, revealing her incredible body, slick with the moisture from the shower. Slowly, she began to rub herself, drying every inch of her body. Her red hair was piled on top of her head, as she started drying first her face and neck, then her arms. The towel slid across her skin as she wiped the droplets from her chest, then from around her breasts, lifting them slightly to dry underneath. Her flat stomach came next, then she had to arch her back as she maneuvered the towel to reach her toned shoulders and back. I watched in awe as her large nipples crinkled as the cool air swept over them.
Her hands guided the towel over her firm ass, then she lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the edge of the bed, and leaned forward, her breasts falling gracefully as she ran the towel up and down her shapely thighs and calves. She exchanged legs, drying the other. I was transfixed, seeing my beautiful wife in all her glory before me, totally unaware of the show she was providing.
After she finished drying, she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. She reached up and undid the catch on the barrette holding her hair in place, letting her long, full ginger hair cascade down. Having freed it, she fluffed it, then stood and disappeared back into the bathroom. I waited for a few moments, feeling my frustrations build, hoping that the show would continue, but she did not reappear.
I was so incredibly turned on, I knew that I had to do something so I stood up and stepped into the bedroom as Jess re-emerged from the bathroom. She smiled nervously when she saw me and swayed past me on her way to the wardrobe. My eyes were glued to the way her body moved underneath the silk robe. She spoke to me over her shoulder, “What was that all about downstairs?”
“I caught your Mom and Dad in another deception. They should have come to me about something important… but they kept me in the dark. They messed up and were worried about how I’d react. I’m pissed off, Jess.”
“I can tell.” She walked me and held me in a loving embrace. “I’m here for you when you want to talk about it.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
She held my face in her hands, “You don’t need to use words. You never did. You find a way to express what you’re feeling… in other ways.” Her robe had opened ever so slightly more, now molding itself around each of her breasts, and a thin opening running its entire length, showing off her stomach, as well as the sexy undies she had thrown on. I could see the way the inside of her thighs curved in at the top, making them incredibly shapely. “I’m here for my husband no matter what he needs.”
The little redhead stroked the sides of my face and I looked her straight in the eyes. She saw the pain in mine. “My life is unravelling, Jess. Things should be great. You’re pregnant. So is Rachel! I have everything I ever wanted. I even got another payrise today for agreeing to train… a new employee.”
“Congratulations, my love!” She placed a kiss on my forehead and then continued with her fingers upwards into my hair, massaging my scalp, attempting to ease my smouldering rage.
“I don’t want to be a teacher. I don’t want an intern! I’d rather not have the money! I just want to be here with you. I just need you!” I was almost yelling, trying to convince myself that my words were true… but how easily had I been tempted? How easily had I been persuaded? How easily did I relinquish control of my life… to Ellen? I closed my eyes and slowly counted to ten, willing the rage to subside. How did it get to this point? It was all because I was a terrible husband and a pathetic excuse for a man.
“You’re a better teacher than you realise… you’ve taught me how to be a better woman from the first moment we met. You’ll be amaz–”
“I destroy everything! I’ll destroy you! I can’t stop myself!” I yelled in her face.
“You’re not alone. Never again. My love goes with you. You have my blessing. Don’t worry about me. I will look after myself if you look after yourself and your needs,” she said calmly, trying to console me as the cold darkness within me threatened to devour my soul.
My eyes roamed up and down her legs, and she watched me take them all in. “But all I feel is anger and self-loathing. I’m not good enough… I should be better than this. I shouldn’t be this upset with your parents. People lie all the time. I’m the worst offender! Why can’t I ever just get lucky? Why can’t the world just leave me be!”
“Oh baby, what happened to you today?”
Then I felt it again, racing through my blood like a fever. It was a feeling of rage, or carnal lust and anger so strong it almost choked me. The need to lash out was overwhelming, irresistable. It had been a long frustrating day. I just wanted it to stop. Something inside of me snapped. It seemed the final straw in a week from hell. I shrugged out of my jacket, threw my shoes across the room, and went crashing into the bathroom. I flung the door open so hard it hit the wall behind it.
Jessica’s gaze followed me, “What’s wrong? What have my parents done now? What can I do to help, Jeff?”
I had heard about being angry and seeing red, but never felt it until now. A primal urge to throttle her burst in my head, and I knew she could see it in my eyes. As we stared at each other, I could feel something happening between us. Something frightening, urgent, something so raw there was no name for it. She nodded her head, as if she understood what was happening as my hands curled into fists at my sides, and she whispered, “It’s okay. Just do it.”
Her challenging words were like fire on a flame. All the frustration and anger of the past few weeks seemed to bubble up from deep inside me, and I had no choice but to respond. I crossed the room, a low growl in my throat, and tried to slap her. Her reflexes were quick and she was always so desceptively strong; her agile hand gripped my wrist before it reached her face, and with her eyes blazing into mine, she said just one word, “Again.”
I was past feeling anything but blind anger. I struggled to get my wrist free, trying to peel her fingers off me. Trying to push me away she scratched me with her long nails, and it seemed to push me over the edge. With a fierce sound I grabbed her other hand and pushed her back into the bedroom, shoving her down onto the bed, her robe open, exposing her flesh. “Don’t tempt me Jessica, not now,” I said quietly. “Don’t do this,” I growled.
“I remember… this is sometimes what you need,” she replied, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she pulled herself back up to her feet. “It’s okay…”
I was shaking uncontrollably so I sat down on the bed, and quickly gripped her wrist again, jerking her down across my lap. The breath rushed out of her as she landed on my firm thighs. I was too shocked by my own actions to say anything. But I felt something, a feeling I hadn’t experienced in such a long time. It was a kind of wild excitement shimmering under the anger. Jessica struggled briefly, and I gripped her hair with my hand and pushed my upper body down. Putting my arm like a steel band across my lower back, I held her against me. I could feel the anger building again as she struggled harder. She slowly bent over my lap, her hands positioned in front of her and her long legs were stretched out straight to my right side.
Her skimpy white lacy panties rode up between her cheeks, as she stretched over my lap. I took my thumbs and grasped the inside waistband and slowly and deliberately pulled them down over her full hips, making her rise as they passed over her bottom. Slowly they descended, inside out, down to her knee hollows. “You don’t deserve this,” I whispered to her.
“But I know this is what you need,” she replied, “A woman must satisfy her man’s needs. You need this… and I want it. So do it,” she growled.
I slowly and deliberately patted her bottom with my hand, first one cheek then the other. She started to fidget nervously on my lap, as if she wanted me to get the punishment finished. I decided to oblige her and using my wrist snapped my flat hand back across her right cheek. It left a red mark on her already blushing red backside. Again I lifted my hand and SMACK on the identical spot as the first spank. Once again I spanked her on the same spot. Three terrific spanks on her right check. Jessica started to kick her legs up and down and I could hear her trying to stifle a cry.
I then repeated the performance on the left cheek and then she did cry. Her head was bobbing up and down and her legs were kicking in unison. I held her down onto me and this seemed to slow her down, but her bare cheeks continued to twitch. I then started to spank her in earnest up one side of her bottom and down the other. Once her backside was a vivid red I started concentrating on the creases between her backside and legs. She laid still all of the fight out of her, accepting her punishment for my crime.
“Keep going,” Jessica whined, “don’t stop!”
The next blow, when it struck, startled her, and she yelped. My hand had come down sharply on her bottom, and I felt the impact reverberate up my arm. CRACK, another whack on the other cheek. I momentarily stared at my red palm prints imprinted on her cheeks, then began to spank her bare bottom over and over: WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
Her skin felt like it was on fire. By this time my wife was sobbing and trying to catch her breath. I continued to spank her until she started to hiccup from her crying.
Suddenly I stopped, and dumped her onto the floor. She pushed her hair out of my face, and glared up at me. “Had enough?” I asked.
I could see how flushed her face was, and her heart was thundering in my chest. She wanted something, but couldn’t find the words to describe it. So she shook her head.
My reaction was as surprising to me as it was electrifying. Mesmerized by the look on her face, I pulled her to her feet and the expensive robe slid to the floor unnoticed. Standing there, naked, me still completely dressed, stirred something in her. I could see her body bracing for something, preparing. She slowly started to unbutton my shirt, removing it, then my pants and shorts. My cock was rigid, throbbing, almost purple.
With my hands combing through her hair and caressing her face. Our mouths slowly, tantalizingly, moved towards one another, finally meeting, gently, softly. Taking my time, I slipped my tongue out, working its tip over her lips, before parting them, entering her mouth, to be hungrily met by her tongue. Her hands roamed my back, squeezing my butt, kneading my neck. I moved closer to her, my hands threading through her flame coloured hair, and I kissed her. It was a kiss like nothing we had ever shared. My teeth scraped her lips, and I felt them cut into her. My mouth was ferocious, possessing hers with a need so deep I could feel it passing between us.
My mouth worked its way down across her chest, licking the tops of her breasts. I worked one hand around so I could begin to suck and lick on her nipple. It was large and pink. I rubbed it with my lips, before gently probing it with my tongue. She breathed in deeply as goosebumps appeared all over her body. “I am here for you. Nothing you can ever do will scare me. When I said I was yours… I meant it.” Her hand went to the back of my head, holding my mouth against her breast.
As I rolled my tongue around her hard nipple, then moved from one breast to the other, my hands sliding across the smooth skin of her toned back. Jessica moaned, then pulled my head up, her mouth hungrily, forcefully devouring mine. Her hands slid down my back, squeezing my ass. I trailed my tongue down her blooded lips, across the line of her jaw, then onto her neck. She whimpered, her hands stilled, as she stood there, feeling my lips and tongue on the small indentation where her neck met her shoulders. “Let’s go to bed.”
She bent to pick up her robe, then swayed towards our marital bed. She knew I was watching her walk, and was exulting in it. I came up behind her and began to nuzzle her neck. She reached back with her hand running it through my hair, her ass grinding into my insistent manhood. She moved her hips back and forth, causing my erection to stiffen further, begging for release. I ran my hands down her breasts, across her flat, firm stomach, lower across her abdomen. My fingers found the sculpted V of pubic hair, rubbing lower to where the moisture started. She lifted her one leg onto the bed, making room for my hand. I slid it between her thighs, gently parting her lower lips, softly stroking along them, making tiny circles around her clitoris.
She ground her hips back into my pelvis, soft moans emanating rhythmically from her throat. Bending my knees slightly to make up for our height difference, I maneuvered my rod between her thighs, sliding it back and forth along her wetness. I worked my mouth up the muscle in the back of her neck, until my lips were kissing the soft skin behind her ear. I whispered, “You make my loins ache, Jessica.”
“I know. And that’s why… Whatever happens, I know you’ll always become this… when you come back to me; that’s what I want, Jeff. I don’t know what my parents have or haven’t done but it doesn’t matter. We are a team. You are my man, you do what you need to do… then come home and take it all out on me.”
I went to place a hand on her shoulder but knew that it wasn’t necessary; she slowly slid down to her knees in front of me. She whimpered quietly and rubbed her thighs together, the spanking leaving a void in her that she wanted filled. “I will always come to you,” I replied to her silent protests, moving my hands to her hair. “But you don’t deserve my… frustrations…”
“Maybe I like it better this way?” She encouraged, as she relaxed into my head massage, closing her eyes as I rubbed my thumbs on the top of her head and gently persuading her to lean forward.
She opened her eyes after a moment and glanced to the side of my raging erection, whimpering and shivering as I put more pressure on her head, her cheek practically pressing against it, one hand moving to press against my thigh gently. Everything about her screamed she wanted this – hell, she did want this? Was this who I was now? I gave control of my life back to Ellen but here I was becoming the dominant man my wife needed, being dominant to her submissiveness. I took one hand to my cock and slowly slid it up down her cheek, my other keeping her head where it was. “I want this, Jeff,” she said simply, moving it from her check across her closed lips and letting it sit there as it pushed on the flesh of her lips ever so slightly.
She slowly opened her mouth, trembling and closing her eyes again as her lips parted, her jaw falling so that her mouth opened a few inches in front of me, her free hand moving to sit like the other one on my thigh, gently pressing against it. It made her twist her hips again, another sensation running across her body. With that, I dragged the tip of my cock around her parted lips for a second before easing it into her mouth, pushing past her lips, her teeth, feeling her tongue. I continued to press in, slowly, moaning as I did so, one hand on my cock and one hand on her head. “Jessica?” I moaned, now pumping extremely slowly in and out of her mouth.
She closed her lips around my cock without questioning and with no hesitation. I was overcome by her willingness to want to please me. She pressed her tongue up against the bottom of my shaft, her lips trembling around my width and her eyes closing again as I started to thrust in and out of her mouth. My breath became shorter and I didn’t say a word, only groaning as her tongue gripped the bottom of my cock. The pleasure was great; I wasn’t moving very far at first, not wanting to have her gag just yet, but I started to push in deeper with faster thrusts. I could feel the warmth from her mouth and tightened my fingers again, digging into her head, before one of the thrusts finally gave me what I wanted; her throat.
Her throat tightened up as she felt my thrusts start to move deeper; when I finally reached that curve that separated her throat from her mouth she gagged hard, pressed her hands against my thighs and looked up at me, a tear rolling freely down her face now. Another gag seizing her as I pressed ruthlessly past the opening into her throat, a forced swallow easing it down a little more before another gag tried to press it back out, my grip on her much too tight to give her anywhere to go, her body convulsing with no other recourse and little gurgling noises escaping her as she tried to breath past my cock.
I curled my toes as the noises she made reached my ears. I would have cum right then, years ago, but now I was more experienced with it; she wouldn’t get off that easy. On the fourth time I entered her throat, I felt her attempting to breathe, and I slowly slid it out, dragging it back along her tongue, resting the tip of it on her chin. “Jess…?” I cooed, letting her breathe.
“Keep going. Take out all your frustrations. Let me make you… better,” she panted, my cock pressing against her lips again, breathing furiously to try and make up for having to unexpectedly hold her breath for a little while. She wanted me to abuse her throat. “Do what you need to do…”
I sighed deeply and stroked her hair again, letting her breathe. I let go of her head with my right hand and grabbed the hand that was thumping on my thigh, and I wrapped her fingers with hers. “I’m not the man you think I am,” I said softly, letting her spit and my pre-cum drip and coat her chin and drip down onto her chest. “I’m corrupt… broken…” I whispered horsely, tilting her head back so her jaw would limply fall open. “I’m not worthy of you…” I trailed off.
She slapped me. The suddenness of her action startled me, the sting burned my cheek as I stared down at her incredulously as she stood herself up. “Never, ever, say you’re not worthy! I choose you now. I will choose you each and every time. No matter who you are! No matter what you do! I’m your wife. I’ll tell you when you’re not worthy, Jeff, and right now… you are all I want… all I need. Fuck my brains out. Fuck me to death if you must. Let me show you how much you mean to me and FUCK ME!”
The pain of her words and the heat of her slap brought my fury to the surface. My hands finally let go of her head and I placed them beneath her thighs and I lifted her up and placed her bare ass on the edge of the bed. I pushed her thighs apart and leaned my body close into hers, kissing her in between her gasping breaths. It was messy, and her mouth was still incredibly wet, but I savoured her taste on my tongue. I bit her lower lip and crunched down, just breaking the skin and drawing the slightest amount of blood, before suckling on it and returning back to a deep kiss. She didn’t even recoil; I knew she wanted the pain as much as I did, and she was glad for it. It distracted her from the throbbing in her throat and brought her mind to my lips on hers. After a minute of this, I moved my head down to her right breast, placing my mouth around her nipple and moving my rough tongue around her little nub; one hand went to tweak her other breast, pulling, pinching, rolling it between my thumb. I finally bit down on her nipple as well, rolling it between my teeth, pulling it away from her body, before letting go and repeating the same process on her other breast. I could feel them hardening in my fingers and mouth, and groaned as I felt her body respond. Her great, unspoken compliment spurred me on and before long I started my long trail down, the bottom of my tongue going straight from her breast, past her tummy, and onto her pussy, where it stayed there; I stopped there, closing my eyes, my tongue simply resting on her lips.
“Oh, Jeff…” she mewed, “It’s me… who doesn’t… deserve you…” Hearing her respond to my actions encouraged me; I brought my tongue back into her labia and ran it up and down them both, before pushing through her inner lips, repeating the action, before pausing again and taking a deep breath through my nose. I moved a hand around her back and slowly massaged the small of her back, trailing lower and lower until I was soon feeling her glowing ass cheeks, searching around her hole. I pushed my head in and started eating her out, noting how slick her walls already were, my nose pressing against the top of her pussy; I shook my head and kept maneuvering my tongue in broad strokes, covering as much of her vulva as possible with my body.
She gritted her teeth and gasped intensely, sighing out the same breath and sucking on her lip still, her eyes closed and her body trembling. Her toes curled as my nose pressed into her, her back arching without her input on the issue, actually starting to get lost in the sensation for a moment before slapping herself back down, trying not to make a noise. She moaned regardless, not having the willpower to hold it back anymore. As she moaned, I pressed my middle finger into her asshole, not bothering to ease it in; I felt her muscles clench closed against my finger and started rolling it from side to side instead of pushing in deeper. She gasped and her abs tensed, her body scrunched somewhat before suddenly snapping in reverse, gasping as my finger slipped into her ass, her back arching intensely as my finger slipped into her. As she did so, I moved my head slightly up and started to lap at her clit, rolling my tongue on it and covering it fully. After a few seconds I brought my lips closed around it and suckled on it, licking it as it was in my mouth, giving it my full attention as I started to move my middle finger in her ass in and out. I brought my other hand to her pussy lips and started making circles with my thumb, now giving her attention with both my hands.
“O-ohhhh…” she sighed, taking shallow little breaths, her hand on my head moving to intertwine her fingers with my hair, biting her lip before gasping, having forgotten that they’d been bitten moments before.
I shivered as one of her hands slipped into my hair; she was loving this. I redoubled my efforts on her, determined to make her cum at least once before I even had my chance to fuck her. My middle finger in her ass was joined by an index finger, pushing against the clenched tight walls and pumping in and out with the same rhythm. I even started humming low, letting the vibrations from my hum reverb through my mouth and tongue and hit her pussy. My finger penetrating her vagina moved faster and faster, alternating between pumping into her ass and her pussy like a piston. I found myself raising my body unconsciously before lowering it back again so I wouldn’t break contact with her.
As I slipped more fingers into her she felt her body start to react more and more intensely, her hips starting to buck lightly against my mouth and my hands, her hand on my head pushing me firmly down into her, “O-oh my god…” she whispered almost inaudibly.
I felt my head being pushed between her thighs, I felt her hips bucking with my rhythm, and that spurred me on even more. I moved another finger in her, making it two on both sides plus my tongue and lips on her cunt. I looked up, my eyes gazing at hers, her eyes closed, and as she started to react, I finally stopped, my fingers lingering inside her body, my tongue parted from her clit. “Do you want to cum?” I asked in a low voice, my tongue darting out and barely grazing her skin just to emphasize the point.
She gasped one more time, panting and shivering when my tongue grazed her clit for punctuation, sitting there for a moment and not saying anything, too embarrassed to answer immediately, though after a moment she licks her lips and nods. Her hips gyrated just slightly on my fingers, using them to press her just that much closer to orgasm, though without my tongue it wasn’t nearly enough to push her over the edge.
I let out a hot breath between her thighs and dived right in immediately, flat out assaulting her with an optimism I hadn’t used before, sliding up and down with my tongue rolled into a u-shape, my fingers in her ass and pussy going in and out faster than they had done before. There was a sense of power to my motions, shifting her hips back and forth just from the strength of my thrusts. Her legs pointed out straight to either side of me, her head falling back and her arm giving out, laying back on my bed, her head falling back over the edge, her hair falling down onto the floor. Her back arched up intensely, her shoulder-blades and ass being the only parts of her making contact with the bed before her entire body tensed and she moaned out, “I-I’m g-g…”
Her breath held as she was flooded with pleasure, her body quivering and her hand clenching on my head, pushing me in a little harder, an urgent impactful breath escaping her only to be sucked right back in, “F-fuck…” she whispered to herself.
As she came in my hands and mouth I continued to work her from both ends, pushing her even farther over the edge; I felt exhilarated and powerful by making her orgasm right there, and I lapped up any semblance of wetness around her pussy and thighs. When I finally removed all four fingers I brought one hand to hers and gently went to pry her fingers out of my hair. While I was still waiting for her to let go, I peppered her lips and inner thighs with kisses, teasing her in her post-orgasmic state. “Are you sure you want… this version of me?” I asked, giving another kiss.
She let go of my hair, cringing a little as she came down from the pleasure, shivering and twitching somewhat every third or fourth time I kissed her lips. She worked to regain her breath, gulping and sighing out hotly, bringing her hands up to hide her breasts and letting one leg fall for the most part, the other staying up to keep from seeming like she was trying to push me away.
“I want every version of you,” she panted, “Now you need to fuck the shit out of me!”
I stood up and grabbed her arms, pinning them to the bed. I loomed over her, my cock sliding up her lips before resting atop her, sliding over the outside of her pussy. I bent down to give a single strong lick to each nipple before moving up to her face and kissing her again, gliding my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself. After a minute of roughly kissing her against the bed, still grinding my hips to tease both of us with my cock gliding up and down her lips, I pulled my head back. “How do you taste?” I asked, letting her saliva and wetness drop from my lips to my chin and down onto her for a second time.
“I… I-I taste sweet…” she offered quietly, still breathing hard, kicking lightly a couple times as I lifted up her legs in my arms, her eyes opening to look up at me before squeezing shut again, gulping and trembling in my grasp, waiting as I moved her body.
“You are sweet,” I replied softly, ignoring the kicks against my body. “I’m sorry to have to ruin that,” I said. With little warning, I grunted and lowered myself with my knees, scooping her up with both arms under her legs and ass. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders at the top, knees touching my neck; my left arm supported her right leg and gripped her ass strongly, my right arm supporting her back and my hand around the nape of her neck. I lifted her by pushing up with my knees and took a steady step back, holding her entire body in the air, her legs dangling behind my back. I slowly ground my hips by hers until my cock glided into position at the entrance of her pussy, and leaned forward slightly. I sat there for a second, making sure she wouldn’t slip from my grasp, and then slowly teased my head inside of her.
She moaned, then reached up and caressed my face, still creased in anger. I teased her entrance and let my heavy balls rest against her slit, feeling my length throbbing lurch with need. My eyes found hers and I kissed her, gently, lovingly. “Oh,” she breathed. Leaning back, she rested her hands on the mattress. This allowed me to penetrate deeply. I thrust inside her, her hips gyrating in time with mine. Her ginger hair looked wild, and her breathing ragged. “I have wanted this for so long.” She panted out.
Watching her face flush pink and red, hearing her gasp, watching those eyes close again, it all motivated me more and enthused me to finally penetrate her fully. I was in full control of her body at this point and I relaxed my arm muscles, letting her thighs and ass fall into my body, giving me maximum depth into her pussy. There was no space between the two of us, her legs nearly straight up against my chest, as I buried my entire length inside her and paused. She was incredibly tight; I couldn’t go too fast at first, as she gripped my cock so tightly that I felt it would be wrong to go any faster, despite the circumstances. She shivered and let out a huff of breath as I pressed to the hilt into her, whining out intensely and arching her back somewhat, again incapable of ignoring the pleasure she got from feeling me pressed against her lips, my balls just under her pussy brushing against the skin there, her walls clenched down tightly around me as I started to thrust slowly, her back bending a little more as I did and her eyes opening to look up into my for just a moment. When pulling out, I looked down to see her skin peeling away from my cock, gripping with natural tension. Back in, out, in; starting a rhythm that was slowly building up as my cock grew used to the sensation of her incredibly soft, wet, and textured vaginal walls.
As I fucked her into the mattress Jessica started to match her breathing to my rhythm, going faster and more shallow the faster I got, her arms still held up to hide her breasts again. She was at least grateful that I’d not immediately thrown myself at her without any abandon at all, and the more I pressed against her the less she remembered the situation; only a vague notion of quiet remained in her mind as she felt me start to lift her and she felt herself moving backwards. I saw the rush of pleasure from inside of her, a warm pressure that moved deeper in her body every other second, strengthening with every thrust.
As she continued to react to my fuck and cooperate with me, I felt another rush of strength and finished lifted her up onto the pillows, raising her hips for a better angle for our intercourse. Soon our rutting was pushing the headboard against the wall, pounding out the rhythm of our sex to the occupants of the house below. I was losing control, the anger, the fear, the frustration all blending into one. I pushed myself into her even deeper, pushing my body against hers, her arms against both our chests. She whimpered at the deep penetration but felt the pain blend in with every bit of ecstasy bubbling up inside of her. I looked down into her green eyes and felt the tiniest tinge of regret at the sound of her and the bedframe hitting the wall, before that was wiped from my mind as I briefly slowed my thrusting.
“There… that’s better… isn’t it?” She gasped, moving her arms around my shoulders and gripping tight behind them.
I slowly pulled out of her again. “Because I feel like… I’m in control,” I answered in her ear, sliding my hand back up from her tummy, her chest, and up to her neck. She breathed in sharp as I felt the entire impossible situation consume me completely. Lost to my basic carnal needs. Caught up in the moment. Experiencing something I hadn’t felt since…
…since Ellen. That thought infuriated and enlightened me at the same time. With my rage burning I felt my penis swell inside my wife’s needy vagina. She was willing to submit herself to this? For me? I saw her expression change when she saw the look in my eyes as I pressed my forehead onto hers, touching noses, giving her the answer she needed; she could see past the lust and control and saw a sweet look of concern as my fingers started to move just under her jaw. In anticipation of what was to come she parted her lips and took a slow, meaningful breath… and then just like that my thumb and index and middle fingers clamped down on either side of her throat, and just like that I impaled her again, causing her to gasp against my hand.
She breathed out strongly, her jaw limp and her lips hanging open as she felt her body rock up and down, undulating with every thrust inside of her. Every movement with that hand on her throat was like lightning, sending a jolt from her pussy to her scalp and right back down to her toes. A blanket of fuzziness washed over us both, spreading the pleasure to every end of our bodies, before my fingers eased up and she heard her heart pumping blood back into her head.
She panted furiously, gasping out hotly every few seconds, not knowing how to handle the feeling, the pounding of her pussy, her ass slamming against the pillows with every thrust, having never done that kind of thing before. She moaned, partially in pain and partially in pleasure, panting out a few times as she felt my cock start to get rock solid inside of her, instead wishing for those fingers to close again.
I was now hard enough to rip her in two but I still managed to get a burst of adrenaline from the sensation of knowing she had enjoyed my force; again, I closed my fingers down on either side of her neck and enjoyed the breath of hot air against my face as she gasped. Knowing she was near, I kissed her open lips and suddenly stopped, my cock withdrawn almost entirely from her. The squeal from her throat almost made me fail and push back in, but I held; instead, I waited for her to open her eyes again.
“Is this… what you want?”
“M-mhm,” she panted hotly, her rear red from being slammed repeatedly, shifting up and down, moaning, shivering and tilting her head back, her mouth hanging somewhat open as I choked her.
My fingers lessened and she gasped in again, taking three deep breaths before weakly beating her heels against my back and nodding. “Fuck–me!”
“Jessica!” I gasped in anguish. Her submission thrilling and chilling me in equal measure. It shouldn’t be like this. It couldn’t be like this! Ellen couldn’t change me back into this vile creature! But I was too far gone and I watched, helplessly, as my own hand began closing for a third time around the little redheads delicate neck while ramming my cock back into her; I bounced her up and down while pounding away, bringing her so far up that I would nearly pop out, slamming her against my body and making me rock backwards and forwards. She was as much a fuck-toy as I was a fucking machine, being pushed up and down to match my assault on her walls, her body on fire from the abuse I had given it… and her life giving oxygen being deleted rapidly, her ass stinging from the spanking, her head cloudy and orgasmic and moaning loud and everything clenching up again and again and again.
Passion is a funny concept. It’s some crazy energy. And it doesn’t always like to be controlled. As our bodies tangled and writhed, I felt my anger claiming me. My body responded and I became more forceful in my sex. My pace quickened, I held her down. She responded with an increase in her own passion and seemed to enjoy it. And that pissed me off.
I began to crack. My body started slamming hers. My moans slowly became a word: fuck, fuck Fuck, Fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!, FUCK!
“Yeah, fuck, fuck…”, she uttered between thrusts. She had no idea she was setting fire to a dry forest. Neither did I. I snapped.
“FUCK YOU!”, I yelled. My hands turned to steel clamps around her arms, the full weight of my body now forcefully holding her down. My cock was that prototypical machine piston, driving hard, fast and deep into her. I might have been hurting her at that point, but I knew she could take it and I didn’t care. A deafening avalanche of words flew from my throat. I called her every name in the book and maybe some others too. One of my hands reached up the back of her head and grabbed a handful of her hair.
Her eyes went wide. She’d experienced me being forceful before, but nothing like this. She was trapped. Fear overtook her and she began struggling. Of course, that just fueled the inferno. I wasn’t a big guy, but I was fairly strong. In the midst of everything I began using her body, not just gravity, as my anchor. I was pulling her up to me as much as I was thrusting down into her. My cock was driving hard inside her. I knew she was hurting. Still I yelled obscenities. She stopped struggling, now trying to meet my thrusts. She closed her eyes.
I saw tears. And it stopped me cold.
I felt like a monster.
I pulled away from her. She went fetal, curling up on her side, weeping. I breathed for a moment. “I’m… sorry!”, I whimpered pathetically.
A moment passed. She wiped her tears.
“Don’t be,” she breathed. “Keep going”,
What? What is this? Passion? Guilt? Mind-fucking? “What? Are you serious?”
“Yes”, she said more clearly, “Keep going.”
My anger flashed back full-force. She was letting me punish her because she knew she deserved it. She knew what was happening. She knew where things were going. The realisations hit me like runaway freight trains, each collision adding energy to my anger.
In an instant I was on her. One hand grabbed her knee and forced her legs apart. The other reached up and closed a fist on her messed up ginger hair. I pulled her head back, stretching her neck. My rock hard cock plunged into her body. And if what had come before seemed forceful, I was out to set a new bar. She cried. I knew it hurt. She wanted it and that drove me mad.
“Choke… me”, she coughed out between crushing thrusts. And my hands were at her throat.
I reared back, wrapping both hands around her neck, holding myself up on my arms, still fucking her body like a high-speed pile driver. And I squeezed. I squeezed hard. My knuckles and fingertips went white as the blood was forced out by the pressure. Her eyes went wide, first with surprise, then with fear. I was no longer in control. I let it all go. All of the love, all of the passion, all of the happiness I’d felt with her, all of the anticipation, all of the fantasy of having a life together. It all went.
I anchored on her neck, pulling and pushing my body from that delicate, fragile point. Her eyes bugged, her tongue shot out and she tried to speak, to cry out. She started fighting hard to get away. Her arms weren’t even a distraction to me; may as well have been strings lashing at me.
“I’m an abomination,” I growled. I tightened my grip on her neck. I pounded harder. Her eyes fluttered and I could tell she was losing consciousness. Her arms dropped away. The freakiest part was that I didn’t care. I stared into her darkening green eyes. And I told her that I had loved her.
That sent her over the top. All of a sudden, I could feel Jessica’s entire body begin to quiver. Softly at first, then with increasing fervour, the tremors spread through her. I released her throat as her muscles tensed, and finally she threw her head back and let out a powerful, lengthy scream as her orgasm washed over her. Feeling her muscles contract around my cock sent my own will power out the window.
She trembled against the bed. Peaking as I readied to empty myself into her, the shocks penetrating her body just adding onto the obscene pleasure rocking her. She still didn’t return my kisses but she blinked her eyes weakly, instead, moaning quietly to my thrusts. I watched my cock going in and out of her. Her lips hugging it tightly. Careful not to put my full weight on her, I slid a hand up the front of her thigh, between her legs, searching for her clitoris. Finding it, she whimpered, “Ooooh.” And her rhythm began to pick up immediately. We rocked back and forth for what seemed like hours. I couldn’t believe this beautiful creature was giving herself to me… just to satisfy my dark passion and her sexual needs.
Slowing my thrusts down enough, making them as long and deep as possible, grunting with each one, and my body wrested control of me. My cock had apparently had enough and suddenly I felt my abdomen tighten, my balls clench up, and then I was shooting my load, spurt after spurt after spurt deep inside her. I grunted loudly with each contraction, my entire body jerking.
As Jessica’s climax reached its crèscheno I put my hands back around her straining neck, restricting her oxygen intake and prolonging her climax. I continued to spray my cum inside her, an eruption from my cock with each of my final seven thrusts. With a final deep thrust, I poured the rest of my seed into her, my rod throbbing in time to her body’s tremors. Jessica shivered at the end, almost like she was spasming in the final moments of her life, experiencing her ‘petite mort’, her entire body wanting to twitch as every nerve was as sensitive as lightning, her arms going limp against my neck as she felt my cum seep through her, moving deeper as well as around my cock. She slowed her breathing until she was taking deep breaths, her face redder than ever. My hands remained fast about her throat and her orgasm seemed to go on forever.
I finally stopped and lay there, poised above her, her small boobs rising and falling rapidly, her flesh red, almost blue, from a lack of oxygen. She relaxed beneath me, pinned by my own twitching member, still sheathed inside her quivering snatch. I relaxed with her, my fingers slowly easing up on her throat. I kissed her again, softly, almost tenderly, running my tongue over her lips, and pulled back. “I’m so sorry.”
I was then aware of the space. Her body was nearly limp. Her legs splayed wide. Her eyes were three-quarters closed; her mouth open a little, slightly askew. I felt cum dribble a little inside her from my still-hard cock. Her face was very flush. My hands loosened their grip. I felt the blood rush back into my fingers; it was warm. I slowly backed off of her body, letting my cock slide from within her, slowly. I sat back on my knees, watching her. I knew she was alive, I just didn’t know how much.
Slowly her eyes opened a bit more, her pupils focusing haphazardly on me. She licked her lips and closed her mouth. Her face began returning to a more normal shade. I saw my cum drip from her opening onto the bed sheet. She breathed.
“Don’t ever apologise for giving me what I asked for,” Jessica breathed. “Besides, I think we both needed that.”
“Yeah,” I barely whispered back.
I got up and made for the bathroom to wash off. I wanted to wash off the sweat, the cum, her sweat, the emotions, the anger, the love, my thoughts of Ellen. I wanted to scrub the blonde’s influence off me.
When I was done, I went back into the bedroom. She was still there, curled up on her side, staring at me. I sat down on the bed next to her; put a hand on her thigh. She was cold. I may have been a monster, but I wasn’t an asshole.
“Are you okay?” I asked in horror. She slowly nodded, still staring at me, “I’m sorry for… everything.”
She put her hand to my face, lovingly, soothingly. “No, it’s okay. I’m sorry. That was the most incredible sex of my life. I’m only sorry you had to have a bad day in order to find that… inside you… and then share it with me.”
Her green eyes sparkled and her lips formed into her trademark megawatt smile and in that brief moment I saw her alive again, and I was just as in love with her as I ever had been. If not more.
I slipped into the bed beside her, then gently gathered her up in my arms, kissing her deeply. Breaking the kiss, I delicately moved her hair from her face. She smiled up at me, “I am your woman, and a woman must do all that she can for her man. Especially when he’s had a bad day. I know when you feel like you’re on the edge… and I know what you need… because I need it too. Welcome home, husband.”
We lay together, facing the ceiling, hand in hand, both still lost in pleasure, both coming to terms with what we had just done, both of us utterly spent. Eventually my wife wrapped her arms around me and rolled so that we were side by side, staring into each other’s eyes. She sighed as I stroked her hair, then I laid my head against her chest and lost myself in the sound of her heartbeat. As her eyelashes fluttered she smiled. The darkness that had been controlling me was gone, replaced by love and devotion. Jessica and I would have the whole of our lives ahead of us.
I felt my own exhaustion finally claim me and I fell asleep in her arms, secure in the knowledge that I was indeed finally home.
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I woke up to darkness. There are some things that a man can’t escape during a full moon. Even though I knew it was a full moon that night, I couldn’t see it through the thick flannel blanket of moisture-laden clouds. Watching pensively out the window, the rain looked like strings of tinsel in the dark night of Christmas. It was cold and wet, and I was miserable, aching for something I couldn’t define and couldn’t remember, but could not forget, as if my very spirit called out for something, a wordless plea. The bed was empty, I hadn’t eaten, maybe Jessica was preparing a meal? But something just felt… off… and as I tried to remember, thoughts of Ellen emerged from my fogged memory. I closed my eyes, willing myself back to sleep, troubled by persistent longings that had no name, and more importantly, no tangible reason.
Whether it was something else or the sound of the bedroom door as it opened that woke me up, I’d never know, but I would never forget the persistent sound of the water dripping upon the hardwood of the floors, coming closer to me in the bedroom. The windows opened, blowing the curtains as rain lashed through the screens. Later, I wouldn’t be able to recall the sound, and I wasn’t aware of having woken up, yet I knew I couldn’t be asleep. The gauze of the curtains at the windows lay lifeless, but a thick mist was taking form in the room, solidifying, emerging in the shape of a woman. Her long hair moved in wisps, like the mist, like a shroud, and she moved towards me silently, stealthily.
The curtains’ movement seemed to seek to deceive me, and my awareness of her gathered like the diaphanous fabric that covered her body. The more I strained to see her, the more the mist drew around her veil of vagueness; and as I let go, the clearer she became. Like the mist itself, she was more than I could comprehend. I knew that the fire in the cold blue vastness of her eyes was real; their intent held a darkness, yet pleasure and an invitation. She looked to the bedroom door, and it slowly swung closed, sealing us in together. Then she briefly glanced at the windows, and the wind calmed, yet the atmosphere remained in a kind of surreal swirl of motion. Turning to me again, her eyes were riveted on mine, flashing dangerous and blazing in her urgent need. She gazed hotly at me, in silent askance, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. A crooked smile. Ellen’s smile.
Ellen was here. In the loft apartment. Naked, beautiful, feminine, and proud of her bearing, well at ease with the way she was. Tall with long ash blonde hair, that danced around her shoulders, beautiful heart shaped pouty lips, that were meant for kissing her man, and sucking cock. She looked completely different now, after all it had been three years. It was like looking at someone I’d never met before. Someone unexpectedly beautiful. I was so stunned I couldn’t make a sound. That shining blonde hair, those sad and deeply set eyes. Her breasts too, large and perky as a sixteen year old’s, her nipples already fully erect and at least an inch long through the ethereal transparent fabric that shrouded her body. She was mesmerizing and as I opened my mouth to say something… I found I couldn’t move.
My fascination soon turned to terror as I watched her glide effortlessly toward me, suddenly unaware of anything except her, her breasts beneath the sheerness that caressed them, a colourless fabric that covered her, moving with her deep breathing, nipples straining against the sheerness of cloth as if reaching for me; something apart from her, yet totally part of me. I was suddenly conscious that the bed covers were pulled down around my knees, and yet could not remember doing so, nor was I cold, although the wind and rain raged as harshly as my hardness did, a feeling wrapping around me like something independent of my being. She touched my shoulder, slowly trailing her fingers over my chest, our eyes locked in unflinching desire, her touch feeling like a languorous fire that melted me beyond submission.
Her eyes left mine, gazing down the full length of my body. Her pale white hand played lower, her lips parting slightly as she touched my flesh with her ice cold fingers. Lifting my head just enough to watch her, my senses reeled. She looked at me, and I answered by lifting my hips in reply, the feeling of her fingers trailing across my lower abdomen both exquisite and troubling. Her touch was so delicate that there was no other feeling I could ever remember having—until her hands found me, fingers cupping under my shaft, wrapping one at a time around it, her skin cool and supple. The wind should have produced a chill, yet her hand around my shaft was warm, alive. My pleasure was painfully insufficient.
She began to stroke my cock, taking such infinite care with each stroke that I realised my hips were arching upwards of their own accord, trying to will her to move faster before I lost my mind. Yet she persisted, watching my responses with an increasing drive to possess me. Finally, when I thought she could taunt me no more, she lowered her mouth to my cock and began to slowly suck at me, tongue dipping, licking, moving in circles as her mouth lowered, each inch swallowed making my hands convulse into her hair in tandem with her mouth. And still she sucked, my breathing hard and raspy, throat becoming raw from the force of my gasps. Her mouth was a fire melting me into submission, rendering me powerless to resist, even had I wanted to.
Just as I was ready to cum, and could take nothing more, she suddenly moved her head back, her hand leaving my cock, and the shock was like a howl in my chest. I knew with growing frustration that she had willed me to stop, more than any physical manipulation she could have done. I looked at her, trying to form words of protestation, when she smiled slowly, pulling her sheath of fabric into wads in her hands, inching it up at the sides, so the woven silk draped before her, preventing me from seeing what I so longed to see, barely visible beneath the shimmering folds of the cloth. The most I could seem to do was to groan and clutch hard at the sheets, twisting them into knots. She responded by gathering her dress over one arm, pushing the shoulder off to reveal one breast, her nipple hard and starkly pink.
She kneeled, then straddled my hips, her free hand again surrounding my shaft, rubbing it against her hairless mound, slipping it just inside her lips, then stroking it over her lips, to the crease where her inner thigh met her lips, then slipping it inside her lips again to rub my cockhead against her clit, her moans now echoing my own, a sound as formless as the wind outside. My hands gripped her hips, but she delayed me, pushing up against my hands in a way that forcing myself up into her wasn’t possible, the surprising strength of her thighs, and my inability to have my way, a possession of sorts. She chuckled knowingly at my inability to subvert her will. Her juices filled my nostrils, sweet and salty, and I became maddened with the need to sink my shaft inside her, bury it hard, her moans becoming faster, harder. I struggled to thrust my cock upwards with futile movements, feeling both insane desire and fear, her warmth and her chill, my dream woman and a nightmare spirit. My hands were powerless to resist her, and powerless to have my way with her.
“I warned you,” Ellen whispered, “I was always meant for you and you were always meant for me.” She reached over and straddled me. Her labia stretched wide as her pussy swallowed my cock all the way up to the hilt and gripped it with a powerful suction. “You just raped my little sister for me…”
She lowered herself onto my cock, again moving slowly down over me the way her mouth had just done, with infinite purpose and a slowness of movement that made me fight her hips with my hands, still to no avail. As she moved herself down my cock inch by inch I felt every nerve screaming as she engulfed me, taking me inside, her muscles as taut and controlled as her thighs were. Once she had me fully inside her pussy, she stopped and looked down at me, her hair spilling over her shoulders, partly obscuring her breasts from my view, eyes lit from within, nostrils flaring with passion, her lips parted as her tongue traced her lower lip. I somehow knew in my passion-fogged head that I was feeling it as if it were my lip she was licking, in a slow half-moon with the flattened underside of her tongue.
“You’re mine now, forever. Mine alone…” the succubus whispered.
Just then, she began to move, thrusting herself up and down my cock with hard, even strokes, squeezing me tightly. I could feel every bit of her, every bit of me, every movement, every nuance of her muscles milking my cock as if they were her fingers, and I arched my hips up to meet her, my hands finally not meeting resistance over her hips, pushing her down hard before she fought to slide her hips back up and away from me, slipping up until just the tip was inside her. That’s when she gripped me the hardest, when I thought she’d moved up too high and I’d slip out of her. Her sounds of pleasure were, in my reeling head, a confusion of intermingled pleasured moaning and nightmarish shrieks. As she rode me, my cock buried deep within her, I could feel the parallel that she engulfed me both physically and spiritually. With each stroke she pulled up and I caught her rhythm, pulling her back down in the eternal dance between men and women, of coming and going, of leaving and beginning, of taking and giving, the inner and outer mysteries of becoming one.
Her silken walls lightly squeezed my swollen cock. “No Ellen… I have a wife… I’can’t die… Jessica’s pregnant!” I pleaded. At that moment he would do anything to get through to the gorgeous creature above me.
“I know, but I’ll see to it that I’m the only one to bare you children,” the succubus said with Ellen’s sweet voice.
A black fingernail touched my chest at the same time as she bottomed out so her vagina was pressed down onto my bloated sac. The succubus smiled as I felt her cold, clammy depths grip my manhood. I gasped and shuddered helplessly as energy crackled through my body. I felt my balls tingle. At first it was a trickle of warmth, then it grew into a stream and kept flowing as my testicles seemed to swell and grow. An itchy dry feeling was replaced by an itchy swollen feeling as my skin stretched to contain my seed seething within.
“Jessica won’t make it to full term, bless her. She’ll be unable to carry your baby because she’s such a fragile little thing,” the succubus hissed. “But I can feel your living sperm… they are so eager to fertilise me. Don’t fight it, Jeff, you and I were always destined to be. You need a strong woman and we will make a beautiful, blue eyed, blonde haired, baby girl!”
“No!” I groaned. My balls were expanding… tightening… getting ready to burst. I had to relieve the pressure.
Thankfully the willing body of the succubus was at hand. I thrust my cock into her with renewed vigour. My swollen balls bounced against her as I pumped up and down. I couldn’t cum! But I needed to cum! I felt my orgasm rise from somewhere deeper than I’d ever known before, like a hot wave that threatened to take my sanity to somewhere unfathomable. And still she plunged on and still I thrust my hips up to meet hers, my hands forcing down her body over my cock, building until I threw my head back, feeling the rush rising up to flow through my throat as I begged for release. She groaned her assent and squeezed tightly, like a hot, wet vice that massaged and pulled me deeper within her pussy.
I felt her pussy begin to flutter, encouraging me towards my ejaculation as the blonde eldest sister began to cum. Her high pitched wail hurt my ears but my cock was in another dimension; it was being pulled, sucked and massaged all at the same time and then my orgasm arrived with blessed promptness. There were only so many times I could plunge my cock into that luscious, sucking channel before tipping over the edge. I dove as deep as I could go and bellowed out my pleasure as I jetted my life giving semen deep into her hot, welcoming body.
Ellen’s vagina teased and gently caressed my cock, stimulating additional gouts of seed as I pushed into her. I felt my balls slowly deflate as they emptied into the demon’s hungry sex. Spent, I fell forward onto the soft pillows of her breasts, out of breath from the exertion.
“You’re still hard, Jeffrey,” the succubus asked sweetly.
“Please… no more,” I wheezed. I felt like my insides were close to following my ejaculate through my cock.
The succubus touched my chest with a black nail and pressed her clitoris against the base of my cock. I was still embedded in her twitching vagina, her touch sent another wave of electric pleasure surging through me, putting that tell tale tingle back into my aching balls. A sudden spasm of weakness gripped me and I felt a little dizzy. With it came a brief moment of clarity. Ellen was draining my strength, I realised. She was sucking out my life, orgasm by orgasm. This was how succubi killed their victims.
I started to struggle and my cock sprang free from its prison.
“There’s no escape now, Jeff,” the succubus laughed.
The Ellen creature pushed me onto my back and, nudging my knees apart, she mounted me, like a man. It felt like a magnet was now being applied to my cock. It independently sensed her and needed to be closer. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my throat and in my penis, as rock hard as it could possibly get.
Another few inches forward and I could smell her sweet breath, she was calm, serene, breathing slowly. Even closer and I could feel heat near my penis, I realised her forbidden treasure was at level with my manhood, less than an inch away. I felt her hips descend, her face remained stoic, eyes piercing mine. She continued drifting forward, the magnet drawing my sword towards its sheath.
I felt warmth, then a slight friction on the tip of my cock, causing me to suck in a breath. It wasn’t possible, I thought, looking into her eyes for a sign. But her gaze remained fixed and her inertia kept her moving forward and downwards. Friction held momentarily, then gave way as I felt her all-encompassing heat as my cock slid past her outer folds and back into her inner sanctum. Ellen’s pussy now felt like soft butter, a fleece blanket and a hot fire all wrapped into one. I gasped, the urge to cum suddenly upon me, I wanted the sensation to last but I was overwhelmed by the desire, the need to unleash what remained of my seed. She made to pull out and thrust, but her hands had stealthily moved to my own throat, holding me firmly in place. Her bluer than blue eyes moved slightly back and forth as she subtly shook her head no.
Locked in place I still had to fight the impulse to ejaculate, it felt like all my worst fears were suddenly coming true. She had me where she wanted me. She was going to take what she needed from me then leave me for dead, or kill me in the process. Either way, I knew my life was now measured in minutes. My arms became weak and my breathing became shallow. Her hands applied pressure to my neck, expertly closing my carotid arteries, and I felt instantly dizzy as she gradually increased the pressure. All sound was immediately blocked out. She applied pressure to my throat and I suddenly found I couldn’t breathe. All the while she maintained eye contact while she fucked me to death.
I felt a small squeeze on my cock as her pussy muscles flexed, a foreshadow of her unique dexterity. I gasped from the feeling, remembering her lascivious boasts. I had to fight the urge to cum, while her lips curled into a mischievous grin. Then new sensations started. A rolling wave of pressure from hilt to tip, slowly, then accelerating. Then a second wave, faster. And again. Her smile broadened as each new firework burst, causing me to twitch and shudder as my own oxygen levels became depleted. Then waves crashed into each other from both directions, followed by hard squeezes, light taps… vibrations. I felt like I was drowning. Then rising heat, warm giving way to hot, almost burning. How could she do that…? And more moisture, liquid streaming on all sides, like a deluge. With my ears incapacitated I thought I could hear every movement and flow.
My body was rapidly weakening, I felt limp everywhere except my cock which strained against its own skin trying to show her it deserved to be in this hallowed place. Hers was the perfect nest, I was home and never wanted to leave. It felt like every nerve in my body was now centered on my cock as it was taken on the joyride of a lifetime. All I could now see were her eyes. Her blue eyes boring into mine.
Abruptly, Ellen attacked my mouth with hers, clamping down her perfect lips over mine. Her tongue probed my mouth, like an owner surveying her property. She moved the middle fingers of each hand to close my windpipe completely. I tried to breathe but her grip was too tight and I began to panic, eyes widening. My life was ebbing away… gently… blissfully. Then she slowly exhaled into my mouth, allowing me to recycle her breath. Her large powerful lungs began to inhale, forcing my lungs to expel, controlling my breaths as she fed me oxygen. I was fully attached to her above and below. At one with her. Engulfed in her. My senses were in overdrive, in concert. I could only taste her, smell her, hear her, see her… feel her. Only her.
Her vaginal muscles squeezed in the strongest wave yet, introducing a multitude of sensations with the rising heat and moisture. Her hips pumped her pussy onto my cock, increasing her pace, thrusting powerfully, her body holding me in place while her sex sucked and slurped on my manhood.
“Relax and enjoy the pleasure as my pussy drains your life,” the succubus whispered seductively as she fucked me.
“Don’t kill me,” I pleaded, breathlessly. “They need me!”
Of course Ellen didn’t stop, she simply chuckled and continued to fuck me. She increased the pace to a frenzy, her boobs bouncing wildly. I tried my best to concentrate on not cumming, knowing it would be my last act of my life, but the incredible feeling of her dominantly screwing me, sliding me in and out in a wonderful way, ignoring how Ellen’s thumbs felt like red hot pokers forcing my arteries shut. Still as my vision began to tunnel she never stopping her steady fucking of my cock.
My body betrayed me; I wasn’t going to be able to withhold my orgasm before she finally snuffed out my existence. I tried to pull away but Ellen kept a firm grip on my hips as she raped me. Tears streamed down my face as her pussy went down my length as deep as it could, her thighs pressing against mine. It was then that she released my throat again, allowing my brain to replenish with oxygen one last time.
She fucked me like that, driving hard and grinding into my organ like a maniac while furiously working my cock for what seemed like hours but was probably only ten minutes. To my shame I began to beg her for my life before she silenced me with her choking grasp and placed a nipple to my gulping mouth. The succubus let me nurse on her for a bit, and as her boobs swayed, it seemed they were coming to suffocate me. Soon, I started coughing, but that only seemed to make her fuck me harder.
“Still there, Jeff?” Ellen asked me, when she felt how big the head of my penis was becoming. “Remember, if you cum, you will get to live on… through me. I will make sure your daughter knows what an amazing father you were.”
I was starting to make noises… the orgasm was building inside me. The succubus was using all its skills, its sweet thighs, and anything else she could think of to make me shoot. And it was working… My aching testicles began to pull tighter as I started to slide toward orgasm.
“Goodbye, Jeff,” Ellen called. “I’ll miss you…” I was drooling a steady stream of pre-cum by now, and Ellen pistoned herself onto me in a perfect, hypnotic rhythm, putting her luscious body to one goal; making me cum like no man has ever come in the history of the world.
I started to shake. I clamped down on the insides, trying to keep that pressurized cum in for just a minute more. Desperately trying to hold onto my existence as she choked the life out of me. I couldn’t control the flow of precum that was literally running out of me. The cum inside me felt like a gigantic ball of furnace-heated iron. It felt like a keg of dynamite. It felt so good… as I started to fade. A moment before I lost the battle, Ellen smiled that crooked smile. She had won.
I tried to howl but I could no longer breathe. Ellen screamed.
I came at the same time that the succubus did, with violent thrusts, ripping the screams of blissful orgasm that freed us, even as it drained us, entering into someplace utterly and completely whole. As if in recognition of the power of such a release, thunder cracked sharply outside, lightening ripping the room in fragmented light, casting electric white eeriness across her body over mine. Over and over, my orgasm washed through me, until I thought I’d die from pleasure before the next spasm crashed through me and I fervently hoped it would never end.
Cum was still firing out of my overstimulated cock. Perhaps as a final act of mercy Ellen pressed my head to her breasts to smother me. My cockhead was submerged deep in her fertile vagina, and we could feel how hard I was firing, by the swirling my forceful jets of cum created. Her soft pussy gently squeezed my cock and I responded with another powerful gush of cum. Indescribable pleasure surged through me and washed my fears away as I began to die, sinking deeper under the succubus’s pleasurable spell.
“Oh yes, Jeff, I can feel your sperm in my womb… my poor defenseless eggs… I’ll give you twins of your own… triplets…” the succubus murmured.
It was too much. My balls were empty but my cock still pulsed over and over as my heart beat slowed. A sense of eternal ecstasy, waves washing over me as my senses and feelings of fear and independence were laid waste by her power. My world was her; Ellen overwhelmed me, took me, owned me. In my last act as a living human being I worshiped her like a deity, grateful for her kindness and mercy. I was struck by a sense of awe and piety. She had become my religion, my reason for being. My reason for dying. My eyes shed tears and I began to faint, going entirely limp in her grip as the last of my semen was deposited inside her.
She folded her arms around me, wrapping me in perfumed darkness as my heart gave out. I twitched and shuddered in bliss as my climax became something eternal. I felt myself stretch into the infinite void as my heart beat one last time. Our orgasms started to run into each other until they became one long starburst of ecstasy. Through it all the succubus’s vagina sucked and sucked, gently draining away the last signs of my life.
I couldn’t escape. Not that I wanted to. Her soft breasts pressed against me. Her hot lips crushed against mine. Her lithe limbs pulled me deeper into her embrace. Her soft vagina squeezed and sucked my juices out of me with steady, exquisite pulses, even in death. And I was dead. My muscles were withering with every blissful ejaculation.
I was already gone. My spirit was leaving my body and I didn’t care. I lay in the succubus’s embrace and smiled as she sucked out my life force with her orgasm. She drained my life and bled me dry but, even in death, I didn’t want the pleasure to ever end.
It never would. An eternity of darkness beckoned me and I shrieked a never ending scream into my cold darkness as it finally claimed my soul.
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Pressure. Weight. I wasn’t breathing. Deathly cold. But whatever was left of me sensed the loud roaring… a constant screaming. Howling. An icy wind tearing the dead flesh from my bones. Drowning. My lungs full of water. Panicking. Kicking. My lifeless limbs spasming. Being shaken. Screaming. My throat raw. Pressure on my abdomen. Claws on my chest. A woman crying. My ears deafened. By the constant screaming. My constant screaming. I opened my eyes.
“Jeff, wake up! Please wake up!” Jessica cried desperately. She looked distraught. Tears streaming down her face, her voice strained to breaking point. Her hope almost gone.
The screaming was coming from me. I sounded like I was possessed. I immediately ceased and the silence was deafening. Jessica’s eyes met mine and she began to wail.
Jessica was sitting on top of me. Her hands wrapped around me, as I was shaking as she held me. Pressing herself into me as she sobbed uncontrollably into my neck. That’s when I noticed everyone else.
Rachel was standing by her little sister, a comforting arm on her shoulder. Tears of her own streaming down her face. She looked at me with concern in her gorgeous green eyes. Behind her stood their parents, Sophie and Joseph. When my eyes met Sophie’s familiar blue ones she immediately covered her face and spun from her husband’s embrace and ran out of the room. Joseph sighed and looked forlorn.
It was still dark but how long had I been screaming? It would have taken a minute or two for the terror being witnessed in the loft bedroom to alert the rest of the family! As my senses came back to me, so did my thoughts. It was a nightmare of course. An Ellen inspired nightmare that had claimed me in the night. That hadn’t happened in such a long time. Not since…
…Not since Ellen had been banished from our lives. And that’s why Sophie had left. Both she and her husband knew the truth. They were the only ones that knew what this meant. They had failed to keep their daughter in check, they had inadvertently, through a lack of foresight and action, brought her back into my life. To haunt me. To eventually destroy me. Sophie knew her part in this. She had failed us all again… and there was nothing she could do. Once again, it would be up to me to either find a solution… or succumb to the darkness.
Jessica must have been petrified, her desperate attempts to wake me being absorbed into my dream and turned against me. Now my pregnant wife held me so closely, I was worried she would never let me go. That suited me. I felt powerless. All I wanted to do was to hide. To pretend that my life was a dream and my existence ended right here, in the arms of this little redhead who loved me unconditionally.
“I’m sorry, Jess,” I whispered. “I’m sorry…”
Ellen’s specter had told me that I had brutally raped Jessica last night… for her… and, perhaps, in a way, I had. Ellen’s actions manifested my darkness and under its control I had done unspeakable things to my wife. My pregnant wife! I brushed her hair away from her neck and could see the bruises I had caused either side. I had brutalised her.
Jessica sat up. She was still straddling me and she pulled herself together, as if she knew she needed to be strong… for me. To say words that would not send me spiraling out of control. She looked at Rachel as if to share a telepathic thought and Rachel immediately responded by taking her fathers arm and led him out of our bedroom.
“Your nightmare…” she began, slowly finding the words she needed to say, “was caused by me. You felt guilty… after what we did together last night. That’s my fault, not yours. I wanted you to fuck me… hard. Harder than you had ever done before. I needed it. I wanted you to unleash your pain on me and turn it into pleasure. And by God you did! What we did last night was by far the best sex of my life. I felt that I was a part of you. That we had become something more than what you had with my Mom… Ellen… Molly… even Rachel. Jeff, I wanted that. I needed that. And I’ll need it again. Not every night though… I’m a fragile little thing.”
The use of the words the succubus used sent a chill through me, and I shivered beneath her. Jessica felt my reaction and began to caress my cooling, sweat sheened flesh.
“There’s a difference… between rape… and rough sex, Jeff. What we did was consensual, from start to finish. I wanted it. I begged for it. I want more! I want to use toys and ropes and paddles and anything you can think of. I want to be that woman for you… when you need her. Because there are times I know you will need her. Next time, not only will I be ready, but afterwards, I will make sure you know you are loved, that there is no need to feel guilt… for giving me what I want. Some women want diamond rings or pearl necklaces… me? I want that. Ideally I want you to find your sweet release with Rachel, or Molly, or Mom… and then come home to show me that what we have… is more than everyone else added together. I love you Jeffrey Winter, with everything that I am. I mean that. I belong to you. I give everything I am to you. My consent will always be given… I am yours.”
“Jessica… I might have harmed our baby!” I blurted, “I can’t just… do what I did. I was completely out of control! I–”
“Stop! I’m stronger than you think. Fragile, maybe, but strong. Let me worry about our baby. You have enough to worry about if you’re going to satisfy me… and everyone else,” she laughed, meaning for it to be a joke.
If only she knew.
I awoke the next morning, cold and naked. My wife soundly sleeping beside me, snuggled in. My only source of warmth. The drama was over, the windows closed, the room silent. “A dream,” I whispered hoarsely, getting out of bed to shower. As I ran the hot water, preparing to step in, I noticed that my belly and chest was sticky with steam-moistened cum, and felt slightly foolish. And then, wiping the moisture from the mirror to gaze at my reflection, I noticed the perfume that wafted from my body; rich, redolent of headiness and exotic flowers I knew I’d smelled once before; Ellen.
The weekend passed without further incident. Literally nothing happened. That Saturday I tried throwing myself into a long session of Zelda but even that reminded me of Ellen. I made small talk with the twins after their therapy session but I insisted, when Molly arrived, she took them both out to have some fun, making out that I wasn’t well. I wasn’t. On Sunday, when Joseph and Sophie left the house without saying where they were going I knew exactly where they would be; discussing the disaster that had befallen us all and would eventually claim me as its victim. I knew that nothing could be done. Ellen had set her mind on being my intern and that was that. It was too late to try to change the course of our destinies now; we were all heading towards our doom. All I knew was that once again, I was no longer in control. I was consigned to be a passenger on this soon to be train wreck that my life had become.
Ellen’s scent filled my nostrils as soon as the elevator doors opened on my floor. It was Monday morning and the office was the same; Abigail looked up and smiled at me, sympathetically, then glanced over her shoulder to where she wanted my eyes. The office was different in one small detail, sitting there at one of the central work stations was Ellen. She too looked up when she saw me step out of the elevator and she too smiled as my eyes took in her voluptuous presence and my heart skipped a beat. She didn’t look like the succubus from my nightmare; she looked sweet and kind. She lit up when she saw me; her beautiful lightly freckled face was further accentuated by her full-teethed smile. She wore a light grey silk saree and a matching blouse, which only accentuated her full womanly figure. As I walked past Abigail, I skirted around her, getting a side view of her torso, naked between her blouse containing her ample breasts and her tucked-in saree, which fell over her high and firm derriere. She had dressed clever. She would come across as professional but still looked like she could make any man who saw her cum in his pants.
I didn’t say a word. I strode past and headed to Richard’s office. I could see him inside and he stood as I approached his door, a pained look on his face. I stepped inside his office and shut the door behind me. Richard watched as I sat myself down opposite him at his desk.
“Jeff, I’m so very sorry–”
“No, Richard.” I interrupted him, speaking calmly, “You have nothing to apologise for. You didn’t do anything wrong. When you found out who she really was it was already too late.”
“But still… I’ve played a huge part in ruining your life,” he said, sadly, shaking his head, “Mr Hobbs called me on Friday afternoon to explain why he had fast tracked Ellen’s enrollment without my counsel. I was horrified! Especially when I heard you… became unwell.”
“I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. When I saw her waiting for me out there, and I realised she was your ‘Helen’… I didn’t take it too well.” I explained.
“She was always Helen to me, when I met Mrs Robinson I discovered her real name was Ellen. I understood why she wanted to reinvent herself after… what happened. She wanted a new start. She wanted to be someone else. But even then I didn’t put two and two together. Helen… Ellen, was never anything like the woman you feared. My Helen was fragile, sweet, gentle…”
“She was a manipulative, controlling, egocentric, psychopath. You don’t know her–”
“That’s just it Jeff!” Richard interrupted, “I do know her! With all due respect, you knew her for less than eighteen months. I’ve known her for almost three years!”
I’d touched a nerve. Richard was borderline angry as he raised his voice, his fists clenching and unclenching on his desk. He was clearly just as smitten with the blonde Robinson daughter as I was. I actually worried for him.
“That might be true… she says she’s changed. But Jessica and Rachel, her little sisters, lived with her for almost eighteen years. What she did to them and their mother is completely unforgivable in their eyes.”
“But not in your eyes…”
What did he know? Could he see straight through me? I decided to tell him a half truth.
“Like I said to you last week, before we knew any of this, my family think I’m the most forgiving person they know. It’s in my nature. She showed compassion for her little sister, when she was drugged by Ellen’s rapist boyfriend the night it all went down. I saw a glimpse of the ‘Helen’ you know. Yes… I forgave her.”
“Her Mom and Dad said that you woke the whole house up screaming on Friday night. Sophie said you used to have nightmares… in the weeks and months after Ellen had… hurt you?”
“Richard, Ellen tried to kill me. She tasered me. She tried to impregnate herself! When it was clear things weren’t going to go her way she chloroformed me, tied me up, tortured me, hanged me then left me for Jerome. He was just as under her control as I was but he took a great deal of sadistic pleasure from raping me. You may think Ellen’s all sugar and spice but yes, she hurt me! I’ll carry those mental scars with me for the rest of my life!”
“But you still forgave her?”
“I was fucking in love with her, Richard!”
“I saw the videos she took to try and blackmail you. I saw the videos you took when you beat her at her own game. I’m not denying she was an evil woman,” Richard said, empathising with me, “but maybe she isn’t any more? Maybe she has changed? She told me you changed her… that night… she realised too late what she had become and your forgiveness… helped her evolve and transform into ‘Helen’, the woman that I fell in love with.”
Ellen had brutalised me three years ago. A lot had happened in the time she had been away. Her mother had fallen pregnant with a baby I put inside her with her husband’s consent, her sisters had emerged from her shadow and I ended up in relationships with both of them and they too were now, secretly for the time being, also with child. I had graduated university and built a career for myself. I had designed and built the loft apartment, moved in with and married Jessica. It wasn’t inconceivable that Ellen could have spent all that time trying to change. And if she had changed… didn’t she deserve a second chance?
“Ellen said she had such a positive day on Friday. When I got home she was so happy! She told me that you had lunch together and talked things through. You made her feel welcome… you gave her hope that her dream of working here was possible. She was going to walk away if you said no… you said yes… why? Do you still love her?”
“No!” I shouted, my heart pounding, my stress levels rising, “Ellen told me the same thing. She told me she would walk away. She would voluntarily tell Mr Hobbs she had changed her mind and that she’d simply leave. I’d never see her again …”
“But you said yes.”
“Ellen also told me, if I said yes, and if she stepped out of line… and tried to hurt me… or my family… even once… then I was to tell you. And you would be so horrified… so shocked… at how evil and psychotic she really was, that you’d throw her out of your home. You’d leave her and she would be left with nothing. She gave me the power to destroy her. All I needed to do in return is trust her one more time. Let her prove herself to me.”
“She didn’t tell me that!” Richard exclaimed, looking past my shoulder to the blonde woman he claimed to know so well sitting at her new desk, “You said yes, and made your life at best uncomfortable and at worst beyond difficult. Jeff, she’s your intern! You’ll spend every day with her! She’ll be in training for at least three years!”
“I know. The deciding factor; if I said no, Abigail would be sitting in that chair instead of Ellen,” I chuckled, lightening the atmosphere that had formed between us. “She’d be my intern for the next three years and to be honest… even knowing what Ellen’s capable of, I’d fancy my chances against the blonde rather than the Emo!”
“Fair point!” Richard laughed and we both sat back in our chairs, “If she hurts you, or even hints that she’s slipping back to her old ways, I want to reassure you, despite being madly in love with her, I would throw her out. I would leave her. My ex-wife taught me an important lesson about who I should trust. The answer is; no-one. If I see Ellen become the woman you once knew, with my own eyes, she would be right. I would end it. I love her but I know I wouldn’t survive… if that’s the woman she really was. If she had been deceiving me all this time.”
“Thank you Richard, like I said, none of this is your fault. I don’t hold you responsible for my ex-girlfriend.”
“Ouch! Your ex is my current! What you’re about to put yourself through… for her… for me… is beyond any job spec. This is personal. I can’t ever repay you for this.”
“Just… keep your eyes open. Abigail holds a grudge against you and against Ellen. She’ll be watching too. She’s dangerous.”
“Deal; you watch Ellen, I’ll watch Abigail.”
So this was how it was going to be; in less than eight months time my wife and her sister would, if all went well, be delivering their babies. Then in three years, if we lasted that long, Ellen would complete her training. And somehow, during that time, I had to keep everyone apart. It wasn’t going to happen. Sophie and Joseph knew… maybe they could lessen the impact when Jess and Rachel discovered my close proximity to their psychotic big sister. Maybe they could help them forgive me? It would be unlikely. Richard knew; maybe he could keep Ellen from becoming the succubus? I knew who she really was. He might have been with her longer but what he saw was ‘Helen’, a fake version of the woman who could never compromise. A version who learned to disguise her dominant and controlling behaviour. Could she really have changed? I didn’t think so. Because I hadn’t. I knew how I felt about her. I knew I felt powerless. I felt like a puppet and she was the puppet master. I didn’t trust her because I didn’t trust myself around her. But that would be a secret I would keep. My own weakness, that I knew would be used against me. A vulnerability that would see me come undone. If Ellen failed to destroy my life… I was more than capable of destroying it myself. The promise of the happy events about to happen in my life should have been joyous and herald a new beginning for me. In reality, I felt this had become the beginning of my end. I always felt I was on borrowed time and now I could hear that clock ticking loudly.
“Let’s go to the restaurant and I’ll buy you a proper coffee and some cake, I owe you at least that much.” Richard announced, standing up. “We haven’t chosen the easiest road have we? But… we are going to walk it together. I’m here for you, Jeff. I know you have it the hardest. You can hardly go home and talk through your day’s difficulties with your wife? So use me. I no longer need to keep Ellen a secret and apart from you. You’re welcome over to our house anytime.”
“Thanks, Richard.” I said, joining him as we exited his office. And as I saw Ellen’s beautiful smile, I knew I would never take him up on his offer.
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I thought it would be the week from hell, but it ended up being something of an anti-climax. We managed to get Ellen enrolled two half days a week at Uni and that took her out of the office, giving me some breathing room and some time to catch up on my work. The rest of the time was spent setting up her training programme, her learning schedules and trying to keep Abigail on side. Fortunately, witnessing my heated exchange with Richard through the office window, had convinced her that my anger was directed at Ellen being appointed as my intern and not her. She couldn’t hear the real conversation so, if anything, had become even more ‘on-side’ and ever present in my office comings and goings. She was positioning herself directly between Ellen and me, making sure I spent as much time as I could with her, and as little time as possible with Ellen. This suited me and helped make that first week manageable.
Home life had become strained. The nightmares hadn’t returned but I found it was hard to talk to my wife. Actually, the truth was that everyone found it hard to talk to me. I distanced myself from everyone as I had nothing to say. I couldn’t trust Sophie or Joseph and the twins kept their distance, knowing I was suffering… from something. I promised them, and myself, that I would have snapped out of it by the following week when Jessica and Rachel would go for their scans. We wouldn’t know the genders, that would come in another month, but we would know if things were progressing as they should and if… there would be complications. In the back of my mind I remembered the words of the Ellen Sucubus, her warning that their fragility would mean they would miscarry. She wasn’t real… but the danger was. But I would never share my concerns with anyone.
Friday evening came about quietly and I headed home, looking forward to the weekend. I’d occupy my mind with my Nintendo and trying to appease my family. I knew I needed to mend some bridges. As I entered the house I immediately sensed something wasn’t right. The lights were all on but nobody was home. I looked back towards the driveway and realised that Joseph’s car was missing but Molly’s car was in its place.
“Hello? Anyone home?” I shouted up into the house.
“Right here, Jeff,” a voice sounded from directly behind me.
I jumped out of my skin! It was Molly.
“Damn it, Molly! What the hell are you doing here?” I bleated, spinning around and seeing her standing there, a heart melting smile on her lips.
Molly was the same age as Ellen, but at the same time seemed ageless, and impossibly beautiful. In the light shining from the kitchen behind her, I glimpsed the dark slash of her eyebrows, and the darkness of her fluttering eyelashes beneath. Lips red and swollen, glistening. And beneath that… my eyes travelled downwards, I could not stop them… beneath that, the white shining expanse of her bosom hemmed in by her low-cut black dress, scored down the center by cleavage deep as promise. All at once, I wanted to bury my aching head in that broad white pillow that seemed to shine in the dimness, and wanted to suck my own forgiveness from nipples, dark and erect against her cappuccino coloured skin. She shone as the Virgin Mary shines, mature and fertile, yet soft, quiet, virginal.
She reached out to steady me as I reeled in shock. I turned and bumped into her. I had thought I had come home to an empty house, but was now so happy she was here. Of course; it was Friday night, she would be here for Rachel. She leaned into me as we kissed, feeling the warmth of arousal coursing through her body. It was always like that when we kissed that way, her heart full of love and my senses reeling with desire. It was more than a friendly kiss. Molly was more than any friend so I kissed her back warmly, her body pressing eagerly against me. She pulled me tightly to her and I buried my face in her neck and I breathed deeply, as if drawing in her life’s essence with each breath. She smelled so sweet, the scent of her own skin combining with her perfume to make a heady aroma that was like a drug to me. I could feel my heart quicken. The feel of her curves pressed against me like that was so arousing. But then she pulled away from her and took me by the hand. “I heard you needed another therapy session. Come,” she said, “I have a surprise for you.”
We walked into the kitchen with our arms around each other. I inhaled deeply. “It smells wonderful!” I exclaimed. “I was surprised to find you here but you’ve been here some time! Rachel will be so pleased to come home to this!” I peeked into the covered dishes. She had prepared her favourite meal. She was always so thoughtful. Rachel would have a very interesting weekend in front of her.
But then Molly pulled out her chair and settled me at the table. She unfolded a napkin with a flourish and laid it across my lap. “Would Sir like to see the wine list?” she asked with a teasing smile as she poured me a coffee. I laughed. I never drank wine, and always liked to have coffee… with just about anything these days. She delighted in knowing all my habits and rituals. She seemingly had made it her life’s ambition to know everything about me.
“This isn’t for Rachel. This is all for you, Jeff. Just you.” Molly said, taking a seat opposite me and uncovering her own dish.
“Where are the twins? Where’s Sophie, Joseph and Jacob?” Suddenly this had become very odd.
“Joseph has taken your family to the Spa for an evening meal.”
“And they didn’t invite me–us?” I exclaimed incredulously, completely missing the point.
“They told me all about your week. About your nightmare. About why you’ve become so distant. They are worried about you but they all know… there’s nothing they can do to make this better. It hurts them more than you realise.”
She had no idea that a ghost now haunted me. A succubus. The twins’ big sister. I had to talk to someone. Maybe Sophie knew I could open up to her, I might open up to Molly?
“Ellen–”
“No, we aren’t going to talk about Ellen. That’s something you need to discuss with them. Your Mom confided in me… and told me… Ellen was back… she’s in a relationship with your boss and is now working in your office. A member of your team. And you’re all going to keep that fact from Jessica and Rachel for as long as possible because we all know they are in no condition to hear that news.”
I was dumbfounded. “They hate her,” I mumbled. If not Ellen then what did they think was wrong? Oh. That. Under the shadow of the Ellen succubus I’d lost control and subjugated Jessica to a violent therapy session of my own. She said she wanted it… but I could have hurt our unborn child.
Our baby–”
“Your children are going to be just fine! Jeff, your Mom is a fertility specialist and I’m training to be a midwife. Those little redheads are in the safest hands possible, you need to trust us to care for them. You’ll get your reassurance on Monday, then maybe you’ll sleep better. Right now we need to work on healing you and that’s why they have deliberately gone out without you and left you here… with me.” Molly said, then began tucking into her food, “Jeff, you’re the one they are worried about. You can’t carry this load on your own. It’s not good for anyone.”
“It’s going to destroy me.”
“If you let it. I’m angry with you, Jeffrey.”
“You’re angry… with me?”
“Yes! All this has happened and you haven’t come to me once! You’ve not been with Sophie in weeks and you haven’t seen me in months! We’re supposed to be friends!”
“We are but… what can you do?”
“I can be a friend to you! I can love and support you. You don’t have to do anything on your own ever again. I’m here to see you make it through anything and everything. Remember, I have my own seven year plan which means you need to be able to survive the bumps in the road when they come along. Your family conspired to put me here when you got home to talk some sense into you because I’m the only one who can. Now eat up!”
After our meal I helped her wash up before fetching us some beers from the fridge. We sat on the sofa and I surfed through some movies to watch while she brushed her long dark hair, straightening it, humming softly to herself. I settled on something new and Molly cuddled up to me, letting out a deep sigh.
“Hmmmm Jeff,” She cooed as her fingers found mine and we held hands, “now that feels better.”
“Molly, I’m sorry for ignoring you. I didn’t mean for you or anyone to feel bad. I just wanted to spare you from the mess I’ve made of my life.”
“I know you’ve had reasons to keep your secrets. But from now on, you’re to share them with me. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Molly,” I replied, squeezing her hand in mine. She sighed again.
“You’re not the only one keeping secrets. I have some of my own… I think it’s time I shared them, and practised what I preach.”
I sat up. Molly was in trouble. This was serious, “What’s wrong?”
“You’d know if you came up and saw me once in a while!”
“My bad. I’m sorry! What’s wrong?”
Molly stood up, still holding my hand, and knelt down in front of me, taking a deep breath. “The café’s closed weekdays now the season has ended, Grandma just can’t keep it going. And there are hardly any bookings for the lodges. She’s struggling. It’s because I left the business. She always meant for me to pick it up when she was ready to retire. She’s just too old and too tired to keep it going.”
“What can I do to help, Molly?” I asked, “I’ll do anything. Can I help fix up the lodges? Does she need money? Can she make it to the spring then open up during the week again? She’s done so much for me… so much for us… I owe everything to her.”
“That’s very kind of you, Jeff. I’m sure she could use some of your advice. The lodge occupancy is below thirty percent. They need refreshing… but they haven’t been touched for years. I’m worried, if you start looking into them, you’ll discover they need a lot more work than anyone can afford.”
“I just got a pay rise.”
“You’re going to need that to support your wife and raise two children,” Molly replied sympathetically, “I can’t ask you to give up your future to support my past.”
“We can go tonight. I can take some tools with me. I can assess the lodges–”
“No, not tonight,” Molly interrupted, “but we can go first thing tomorrow morning, if you’re sure?”
I pushed her hand away, straightening myself up on the sofa. “Your grandmother is like a member of my family, as are you, and I’d do anything for family.”
“Thank you, Jeff. Tonight can be for resting and recuperating. We still need to deal with your problem.” Molly flipped back at me, her lips pouting as she plopped back down on the couch beside me.
She was dressed to impress. She must have arrived at the house hours ago if she had the time to get out of her nurse uniform and cook a meal. She must have showered, the scent of her lavender body scrub filling my senses as I gazed upon my exotic looking best friend. She was smiling again, her straight hair spilling over her smooth, tanned shoulders.
“There’s no real solution to my problem. I just have to keep on going and see how long I can last before everything catches up with me,” I shot back, crossing my arms in front of me indignantly, trying to ignore the primal instincts that were making my eyes drift down her curvaceous body. Molly was a firecracker; and although she seemed small she had filled out in all of the right places. When she wore her hair down it framed her pretty face fittingly, with dimples that innocently appeared when she smiled.
Her smooth, olive skin seemed to shine brightly in the darkened, complimented by her perfectly proportioned breasts and a small, gently curved waist and slender yet womanly hips, which lately she loved to show off in blue jean cut-offs and tank tops or just an oversized shirt and panties. But tonight, unlike her, she was wearing a dress. Had she put this on to impress Rachel? Or me? Either way, it worked. Any man with a pulse was sure to find something that caught my eye with the waitress come midwife. She was right, lately, since Jessica and I got married, I had been ignoring her. No matter how hard I tried to remove the complications from my life, like Molly, like Sophie, even Ellen, the more they seemed to entangle themselves.
Molly was beautiful. But her attraction was far more than just her looks; she had a presence about her that always demanded my attention and I had to concede that my eyes had lingered longer than they should have as I looked across at Rachel’s bisexual girlfriend.
“So then let’s do something about what’s troubling you!” Molly snapped back fervently. “It’s kind of a shitty situation that Ellen has left you in. Sophie and Joseph know they’ve let you down badly. The twins are going to be kept out of the loop so tonight you and I need to have some fun.”
“What’s to say that I’m not happy just the way things are?” I countered, brushing away a wisp of hair from Molly’s face. “Your grandmother has nothing to worry about, I’ll find a solution. It’s the only thing I’m any good at.”
“See that’s what’s wrong with you, Jeff,” Molly began, her face as serious as her tone. “You’re so oblivious to your impact on everyone around you. You have become the most important person in this family and, probably surprisingly, to me and almost certainly all your colleagues at work. You are amazing but all you can see are your own weaknesses. Everyone has them, Jeff! You need to work on your own self-appreciation and stop worrying about everyone else. ‘Ellen’ is a convenient excuse but this is what you were like before she turned up! Don’t let her presence propel you into an emotional purgatory. You’ll do anything to avoid solving your own problems and that’s why you throw yourself at solving everyone else’s. I understand why. The fear you have of losing everything is real. Ellen is a threat. What she did to you still haunts you so much you wake the whole house up screaming. I’m here to help you face your fear. You’re so scared you don’t even see it. But we do, Jeff, Rachel and I are both sick of watching you try to make everything work on your own!”
“I know…” I confessed, “I find it hard to trust people. Everyone lets me down, humiliates me or hurts me. It’s how it’s always been. Even Sophie and Joseph were conspiring with Richard, my boss, and Ellen behind my back.”
“She’s their daughter, Jeff.” Molly replied coldly, “What do you expect?”
“I know… I just… I just feel like it’s never me who comes first.”
“Then that changes from this moment, with me. From now on I will make you my priority.”
“I can’t let you do that, Molly. You’re supposed to be with Rachel. I’m supposed to be with Jessica. What you’re suggesting is, well, just wrong. I would hate to think of the kind of shit storm it would cause if anyone found out we were more than just friends,” I argued, my mind still reeling from her bombshell and what she was proposing.
“But if it’s just between us then no one will. It’s not like I’m going to go telling the neighborhood that I’m fucking my best friend’s husband!” Molly’s face reddened as she spoke, as if I’d just insulted her. “I know you feel guilty. I get why. Jessica and I have been chatting all week about how I can help… and I can help, especially into the second and third trimesters. Honestly, I’ve thought about this for a while, and I want to see you happy and I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way I can is to take Jessica’s place, to give you what she gave you, in every way possible, whatever it takes!”
“Whatever it takes?” I shot back quickly, my anger and disbelief rising at Molly’s persistence. “It doesn’t always need to be about sex, Molly! I’m just as happy chilling in front of a movie, or maybe we could lose ourselves in a game or two on the Nintendo. You need to step back a little and think about Rachel’s needs. I’m barely spending any time with her either. She’s your girlfriend! I know why Jess wants to put us together; it suits her sexual appetite to share me then reclaim me, especially now that she’s horny all the time. Rachel must have some sexual needs of her own… help me by satisfying hers! Even if this, whatever it is, were to happen, my preferences, my tastes, my fantasies aren’t what most people would consider normal.” I admonished, looking my best friend straight in the eye.
“Like what?” She pushed, wanting to know more. “You seem to think that I’m just like Jessica and Rachel! I’m not a shy, sheltered little girl, Jeff. I have news for you, I’m a grown woman! I can be a little out there too, or does that clash with your perfectly sweet little vision of me?” Molly wasn’t backing down.
Sure, we were already beyond ‘friends with benefits’, becoming closer and closer through the years. Part of it due to our obvious attraction to each other and compatibility, but part due to loneliness on both of our parts. It would be so easy to simply choose each other and forget about any of the Robinson girls, but that was a line that I had to make sure would not be crossed.
“I’m not arguing with you anymore. This isn’t going to happen, end of story.” I snapped back, my pulse racing with adrenaline at her challenges.
“So, you’re just going to sit here every night, sulking, making your wife and your whole family miserable while you wait for Ellen to do something that destroys you? You’re not prepared to do a fucking thing about your own happiness in the meantime?” Molly probed, as persistent as ever. “I mean Jeff, we haven’t had sex in what, three months?”
“Well, if the alternative is what you are suggesting, then yeah, pretty much.” I replied in the most deliberate tone. “I’m meant to be with Jessica. She’s expecting my baby. I don’t want anyone else. Jessica and I share similar tastes…”
“There you go again! Same tastes?” Molly pursued. “Come on Jeff, stop trying to play ignorant! I know what you and Jess liked to do, believe me.”
“Do you now? And how would you know about what we ‘liked to do’,” I barked back coldly.
“Oh, I don’t know, let’s see, there was the time you and her went wild in the forest, then up the mountain, then by the lake before spanking her senseless and fucking her brains out. Or how about the orgies that you, her and Rachel pretend never happen between you. Jeff, they had your cum dripping everywhere? Then there was the time last Friday when you put your hands around her throat and brought her to orgasm after orgasm before both passing out? Oh my god that one got me so wet thinking about it!”
“How the hell did you find out about all of that?” My face reddened.
“Girl’s talk, Jeff, even wives and sister-in-law’s. It’s not like she could bring that up at her book club meetings and she really needed to tell someone.” Molly panned sarcastically. “She was very descriptive too. Apparently, you were magnificent. You lasted forever and had her practically bent in two. I can keep going…”
“All right I get the point.” I slumped back on the sofa momentarily, gathering my thoughts as my mind spun from the stories Molly was recalling of my wife and her twin. “So, they tell you everything?”
“Yup, everything, sometimes down to the smallest details.” Molly’s tone grew more serious. “At first it was a little awkward, but the more that she shared, the hotter it got and the more I wanted to try it for myself.”
“So what have you tried?” I asked, conflicted with the images running though my head of my sweet and innocent nurse being tied up and used as a toy for someone else’s pleasure.
“Have I had hardcore sex before? Yes, I’ve experimented a little over the years. You know choke sex is dangerous, right? You’re not going to be able to choke Jessica during the second trimester and beyond. She talked me through what she feels when you do it, so I could see what it’s all about, if it was for me.”
“For you? I’m not proud of myself for what I did… it’s… it’s something Ellen preferred…” I pursued, amazed at myself that I was continuing this conversation. “I feel ashamed that somehow Ellen’s shadow invades my intimate moments with my wife.”
“It’s not a bad thing, Jeff. We all learn a little from our lovers and gradually we turn into the men and women we want to be when we initiate intercourse. Plus, it turns out Jessica isn’t the only one in the family who likes breath-play,” Molly paused for a moment, “I talked to Sophie. She loved it when you used to bring some BDSM into the bedroom. She loved your increased sexual energy, she said she and Joseph get pretty wild sometimes… after you’ve serviced her… Yes, I know Joseph loves being cuckold by you.”
“For fucks sake, Molly!”
“I love trying new things, but it would be hard to let myself go, to trust someone enough to explore my deepest wants and desires…” She continued slowly, raising an eyebrow. “I want you to teach me. I want to know what I’ve been missing.”
“Me?” I swallowed hard, not believing what this exotic princess was telling me, my urges once again taking over my rational thoughts. “So, you think that the missing piece is…”
“Sitting right in front of me in denial, with a stupid look on his face,” Molly panned dryly, smiling like she had just solved the latest puzzle on the wheel of fortune. “I’ve been trying to leave subtle hints but you’ve been just too dense to pick up on them.”
“It’s because I’m married! I’m not supposed to want or need anyone else! My life is already so fucking complicated!” I snarked indignantly, trying to maintain my composure. Truth was that going from having a regular if not spectacular sex life to nothing, while the twins carried my children to term, had played with my mind, and I was finding myself constantly turning to the most mundane tasks… looking for distractions… trying to solve other people’s problems. Like I’d been doing all my life. It was a dangerous game that my mind was playing with me and I knew this was wrong, so wrong, but… maybe Jessica was right. She wanted to share me, maybe I needed to stop worrying about my reservations and concentrate on her needs? After all, she had deliberately set me up with Molly this evening rather than have this discussion with me herself.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me Jeff, the admiration that turns into a stare like you’re picturing me naked or something and I want you to know there is nothing wrong with that.” Molly spoke softly, reaching for my hand, momentarily breaking me out of my guilt-ridden daze. “It’s a fucked-up way of thinking about things but seriously, Jeff you need an outlet for your frustrations and it’s right here.” The dark haired beauty added, her hands gliding to the top of her dress as she pushed the straps from her shoulders. The young woman’s firm breasts came into view of my awkward yet unblemished gaze. I was taken aback by Molly’s forwardness but I tried to remain stoic. “What do you think, Jeff? My boobs used to always get your attention back in the day. Do you still like them?” She purred proudly, swaying her tits side to side a little for a little emphasis.
“Don’t you have any guy friends you could be dating?” I deflected.
“When do I have time Jeff?” Molly countered, “Between Rachel, the café and the hospital I’m lucky if I can have a night alone to myself, never mind with someone else. And it’s so much work separating the players from the ones who have the same ‘tastes’ as I do.” She added with a wink, using my own words against me.
“You really want this don’t you?” I affirmed.
“More than anything in the world right now. And as a bonus, you know you need this too.”
“I just don’t want there to be any regrets.”
“Can’t regret what you enjoy doing.” Molly calmed in a deliberate tone. It didn’t help matters that she was sitting there, semi-naked in front of me like a little temptress, her deep pink nipples hardening from the coolness of the air in the room. My mind was racing trying to find another argument but was too wrapped up in flashbacks of lust and guilt to form anything cohesive.
I hadn’t been with her for months and as she had pointed out it was showing. I was way past horny all the time, plus it was getting harder to separate my wife and her sisters in both mental and physical capacities as they shared a lot of the same traits and according to Molly, that included sexual proclivities as well. Maybe I needed someone else? Someone who… wasn’t them?
“I’m waiting Jeff,” Molly urged, snapping her fingers in front of my face to get my attention back to the present. My eyes slowly met hers as I regained some composure.
“If you are totally serious about this…” I began slowly, all the while my mind was coming to the realisation that she was right about me and my state of mind, and although it was wrong, circumstances seemed to have brought us both to this exact moment. The moment where lines would be crossed and there was no going back, good or bad. “Then there are going to be a few ground rules moving forward.”
“And what would those be Jeff?” Molly questioned sweetly, knowing that me even considering this whole thing was in some way a small victory on her part.
“First, this is just temporary. When Jessica has recovered from having our baby, we go back to just being best friends.” I soberly began.
“Of course, Jeff.” Molly affirmed, although her lips pouted slightly in mock disappointment.
“I’m serious, Molly, I don’t want to stir up any shit when things are back to normal.” I spoke in a deliberate yet gentle manner, letting her know how I felt about this.
“Okay Jeff, I promise.” Molly confirmed, smiling brightly as she rose from the sofa to stand in front of me.
“Secondly, I need you to put me in my place. If I lose control, if I step out of line, or if I take things too far, then I need you to stop me. I need to learn because when all I see is red, or when the darkness claims me… it’s like I become someone else. I scare myself, Molly.”
“I will help you to remain between the limits. If you help me push beyond mine?” Achingly slowly, pushed her dress down, eventually letting it fall to the floor.
She was pulled completely nude. She wasn’t wearing underwear and I felt my loins surge to life as I let my eyes scan her naked body and gazed down between my best friend’s legs. I was stunned to notice that the beautiful patch of neat, short black hair was gone. Her pussy was completely, beautifully, bare. There it was, in close, well-lit detail and I gazed at her outer pussy lips. Inside those outer lips were another set of delicate labia, small and damp. Over those inner lips was a hood where Molly’s labia joined. Between her inner lips was her tight wet slit, slightly open as if already calling to me. I knew that was where she wanted my penis, sliding into that hot wet place, grasping my hard cock, stimulating the hard shaft and glans until I blasted my sperm up into her cervix.
Molly reached down and with two fingers drew her flesh back exposing her erect clit, pushing out from under the tender hood that kept it safe. “Can you see what you do to me?” she asked.
That seemed to open the floodgates and I reached for her almost instinctively, my hands running up and down Molly’s smooth hips, goosebumps forming beautifully as I traced her gentle curves, the heat of her body under my touch making my cock twitch once more. I had stopped fighting the guilt, replacing it with corrupt thoughts of moulding this exotic Princess into something more hedonistic, more depraved if you will. My eyes met hers as my fingers slipped between her creamy thighs, a gentle whimper escaping her lips as they found her outer labia.
“You have such a delicate touch. You always somehow turn me into jelly,” Molly breathed heavily, body trembling from my caress. For the longest time I just held my hand there, gently skimming her flesh as she bit her lower lip anxiously. Slowly and deliberately I just rubbed my thumb back and forth on her warm mound, teasing her as she whimpered.
In my fucked-up state of horniness I began to closely examine her sweet little pussy, from the way her pelvis curved down delicately between her legs to how Molly shaved everything revealing her engorged outer labia, which began to glisten with her juices in the soft light of the room. I couldn’t help but compare her womanly folds to Jessica’s younger, pussy. Molly had shaved bare, which was something I hadn’t really experienced since Ellen. Sophie had a full bush and the twins always presented their pubic area the exact same way with a neat furry triangle, pointing down to their identical tight slits. Molly’s pussy looked different: Fuller. Feminine. Fertile.
“My pussy wants you. It hungers you! You’re making me so wet, Jeff, please don’t stop!” Molly’s voice was trembling with anticipation of my next move but I was intent on drawing out this sweet torture. But indeed, I could feel her wetness on my fingers and I could smell the heavy scent of her pheromones working their magic as they infused with my bloodstream, sending my pulse racing.
“Can we talk about birth control, Molly?” I questioned, bringing my fingers glistening with her juices up to my lips, tasting her for the first time as I looked up at her reaction to the question.
“I put myself on the pill. When I realised what Jessica was asking of me, I knew you would need our sex to be safe.” She moaned from what I assumed to be the momentary absence of my fingers on her mound and my line of questioning. “I am going to want you to be spontaneous… there are times I know you’ll need to go in bare.”
“You make this sound like it’s going to be a regular arrangement.” I commended, my fingers returning back between Molly’s firm supple thighs to investigate her delicious little pussy further. Sliding first one, then two fingers between her tight slippery folds as my Princess sighed heavily, her hand on my shoulder to steady herself.
“I know unprotected sex would be a deal breaker.”
“And there will be other rules. Rules and consequences. If you’re so hell bent on going down this rabbit hole….” I confirmed.
“Of course, Jeff… mmm fuck!” Molly cussed, trying her best to shut me up for the time being, as I deliberately flicked her clit with my thumb to get my point across, feeling a shiver run through her lithe voluptuous body. “Anything you say. Whatever it takes…” Her voice trailed off as she threw her head back, eyes closed while my thumb continued its assault on her clit, which became more and more firm from the touch.
“We don’t talk about this. You don’t talk about this! I’m committing adultery. This is cheating. It makes me the worst husband in existence, literally having illicit sex with my wife’s best friend while she’s pregnant,” I confirmed, abruptly removing my hand from between her thighs as Molly whimpered longingly.
“There’s nothing sordid or illicit about this! We are not doing anything without Jessica’s or Rachel’s consent. Hell, Jeff, we even have their parents blessing. We are doing this for them, not for just ourselves. But, more importantly, we want this. Let me show you.”
How could there even be a logical reason for what she would have us do? I shook my head and sighed as she pulled away from me. Standing before me, completely naked, her deep breaths making her magnificent bosom rise and fall, Molly began to sway. Dancing for me, I watched as she twirled and shimmied to silent music. Her ass swayed like a slow beating metronome beating time to the pulsing in my straining cock. Her hands touched and stroked her own body like a lover would caress it slowly and with care. I could smell her arousal and a drop of precum slowly leaked from my penis, pressed against my jeans, creating a wet spot in her honour. Praying I wouldn’t cum in my pants, I bit my tongue.
Looking her in the face I tried to hide my feelings for her but I was finding it increasingly difficult. Her movements slowed even more until she approached me again and straddled my hips. She ground against me, rotating her hips as she slowly gyrated against her ass in my lap. She was so close I could smell her perfume and I took a deep breath. She smelled of sweet seduction and sin and I felt myself falling for her. Sliding down on the couch I put my arms on the back of it letting her body move above me. Closing my eyes for a brief moment I dreamt of our times gone by. I dreamt of her lush curves pressed against my body, my hands stroking her cappuccino coloured skin. The first time we met, I was with Jessica in the cafe. The first time I saw her naked, I was with Jessica, in Molly’s bed. Now Jessica, with her parents and Rachel, had conspired to put us together… to fix me? To appease my dark desires? To fulfill Jessica’s sexual needs? Maybe we were, somehow, all linked together? Why was everything always so complex?
She brought me out of my daze with a kiss on my nose. I smiled at her. Molly smiled back and I deliberately kissed her neck placing one kiss lower than the last trailing them down towards her breasts. I could feel her quivering beneath me as my tongue circled each nipple. Teasing them with my teeth I could feel them get harder in my mouth. I traced my fingers over her stomach and watched the goose bumps rise on her skin. Pushing her legs apart with my hips I moved downwards until my mouth was level with her bare pussy and inhaled the heady aroma of her arousal. Opening my eyes I now shook with the need to feel my cock inside her. Her movements were causing me pain and I wanted to end it. My hips bucked against her and I knew she must have felt my erection against her. Looking directly at her I spoke quietly.
“If we do this then I’m not sure we will ever be able to stop. Someone is going to get hurt.”
“Then hurt me,” she whispered. But it was as if she screamed at me with something primal that spoke to something deep within my being. Without thinking, I raised my hips high. I encouraged her to use it, to rub herself against my leg and feel the erect manhood that had formed for her underneath the material.
With my hands holding the back of the sofa I watched her fuck my leg, grinding her hips as she rotated them to the silent primodial music. Her hands moved up and over her stomach cupping each breast. I moaned loudly at my inability to touch them. They were perfect to suck on and nibble. The nipples were as red as cherries and stood out against her pale skin.
Molly was beyond control now. Not caring about the repercussions she pushed against me wanting to explode all over my leg. Holding her breasts she squeezed and pinched her nipples hard and I could see it building… from the pit of her stomach… feeling her losing the will to stop it from happening. Bucking and writhing on my leg she opened her legs wider. Molly threw back her head and groaned as her clit touched my cock inside my jeans. Riding it hard she rolled and rocked against it pinching her nipples as she moved. Suddenly her orgasm ripped through her body. Shocked, she screamed loudly and bucked against my leg. Riding it she fell forward and held on as it echoed through her, pushing her higher and higher. Twisting and turning Molly pushed down wanting more, and I was wishing my cock was in her fucking her hard and fast.
Breathing hard she sat up and saw me watching her. My eyes were hooded as I fought to control my own orgasm. Shaking under her I managed to gain control and lower my hips down. I was hot. Breathing hard. Just as hard as Molly. My shirt rising and falling; Soft white cotton, long sleeved, with small pearl buttons. Molly had an expression of intense concentration as she carefully unbuttoned the top one. Watching me without saying a word. When she loosened the second one, I stopped her with the touch of my hand on hers. She looked at me and nodded in understanding.
“Are you sure you want this, Jeff?” she asked. “Because, you’re right, if we do this, there is no going back?”
Looking up at her I smiled and whispered, “Molly… you’re important to me. You’re one of the few people in my life that I trust. If Jessica wants you here then this is where I want to be.”
I released her hand and let her continue. Molly worked each button loose, taking her time, letting her eyes drink me in. I allowed her to set the pace. I knew inside that she needed to be the one guiding us right now. With her fingers holding onto my shirt just over my belt, she pulled it free from my waistband. I sucked in my tummy to help release the shirttails. Concentrating now, she finished with all the buttons. Her eyes never leaving mine, she then released the buttons on each cuff. Reaching up, she gently touched me under that hollow at the base of my throat. Watching my eyes, she dragged her finger down over my skin, down between my pecs, to my tummy and down around my abdomen. The edges of my shirt brushed against the back of her hand as she explored.
Molly stepped back away from me now. She held my gaze, reaching for my hand, and pulled me up with her. “We’ll be more comfortable in that beautiful big bed of yours. I want your bedroom to smell of sex when Jessica returns. It’s what she would want… ” she whispered, and I shuddered.
With her dress and my shirt in a pile on the Robinson living room floor Molly led me upstairs to the loft apartment and the bed I shared every night with my wife. We held hands, just breathing, sharing in the moment, letting the lust build between us. I watched her brown eyes darken and could see in them how much she desired me. It emboldened her to touch me more. Working slowly, with great concentration she worked on my belt buckle. Pulling it apart she let the ends hang loose. The button at the waist soon slipped open and she could feel me straining as I fought my desire to quickly release my penis but I let her take her time and it empowered her.
The sound of the zipper being slipped down half way was loud in my ears. She could see my tummy muscles clench as she pulled on the metal tab. Molly pressed her small hands onto my chest, fingers spread, and studied our contrasting colours of our skin. She dragged her finger tips down to my tummy and let them dig into my skin slightly. The small body hairs tickled at her palms as her mysterious brown eyes followed the hairline that arrowed downward. Her right hand slid down to slip gently into the front of my jeans, just resting inside the small opened vee. Her fingers clenched and unclenched to dig and release just above my straining hardness. I heard myself suck in my breath and she pressed her delicate hand tight into my groin.
All I wanted was for her to finish unzipping me and to release my cock from its confines. I waited until she removed her hand, then slid my own fingers down into my jeans. My hand enclosed around my hard straining cock, barely touching it and began to stroke slowly up and down. With each stroke, my zipper slipped down further and further until it was completely opened. I pushed my jeans down with my free hand, and I stepped out of them for her. My hand never stopping its slow, barely there stroking, my foreskin gently exposing and then recovering my purple cockhead.
Molly bent her neck and began to taste my precum with the tip of her tongue. Gently at first. Teasingly. Light curling licks round and round the head. Her hand replaced mine and I dutifully brushed and held her long straight hair from her pretty face as she stroked the length of me just as gently. Her left hand slipped under my balls to tease and caress. I leaned back slightly, so I could watch her pleasure me with her mouth. My hand repeatedly brushed back her dark hair, tucking it behind her ear so I could see what she was doing. I left my hand at the back of her head, fingers weaving into her perfect, silk like hair, gripping it gently and pressed, just a little bit, on the back of her head and I slipped my hardness deeper into her pretty mouth. Her tongue caressed me, wetting my shaft with her lips. I was leaking onto her tongue, coating it with more of my slick precum. Pressing down I helped her slide deeper into my mouth as she pressed herself forward. With my now fully exposed glans slipping on her tongue, she began to fondle and tease my balls with both my hands. Fondling them, rolling them in her fingers, feeling how swollen and full they were. Her mouth was sliding up and down my thick long shaft, sucking hard with each pull back. Listening to me breathing quickly, the encouraging murmurs I was giving her, she knew I was getting close to cumming. I held her with both hands at the back of her head, and pressed deep and held myself there and a tiny emission escaped my ripe manhood. The warm saltiness must have been a direct contrast to the sweetness of my precum. I watched her swallow, groaning deep in her throat and trying to breathe at the same time. I held her to me as I caught my breath. Desperate to hold onto my load.
Molly’s mouth and tongue simply savoured me. Caressing me softly. Then pulling back with a small smile, I lifted her to me. I kissed her gently, softly, mouthing her lips with mine. Sitting back on the bed, my fingers brushed slowly over her shoulders and down her smooth and sensuous back. They found their way to the top of Molly’s butt cheeks and slipped between them. As I kissed her shoulder softly, licking a warm, tantalizing path up her neck she felt me push explore her cheeks and the cleft in between. She looked at me and I felt my insides start to melt. While my fingertips traced the curves of her peachy behind, Molly never stopped touching me, her hands consistently soothing and exciting at the same time. Small gentle touches across my tummy, down my thigh, over my cock. It was like she was trying to memorise my body through touch alone. She moved to sit up beside me without stopping the easy caresses and scooted in closer to feel our skin touching each other from shoulder to shin. She slipped an arm under my shoulder and pulled me to lie on top of her. It made her smile. Such a smooth unhurried move made without any effort at all.
She whispered, “We are perfect together, you and I; see how you fit so nicely on top of me? Take what you need… tonight is your night.”
I’m sure she could feel the shiver that raced through my skin at her words. Pushing back to a sitting position, I straddled Molly’s hips. She allowed me the time and the pleasure of exploring her curvaceous body. My fingers began touching, caressing every feature. Rubbing slowly around her nipples with my fingertips, watching her close her chocolate brown eyes and arch slightly under my touch.
“I mean it. Do what you need to do,” she affirmed as I ran my index finger over her now bare mound towards her glistening slit. I caressed her outer lips, starting at the top, slowly dragging them down until my fingertip was hovering above her exposed clitoris, Molly mewling from the touch.
Gently I started rubbing her little bud in small circles, my other hand returning between her thighs to her sweet little pussy as I inserted one, then two fingers deep into her warm folds, her body quivering once more. For the longest time I just caressed and stroked her, feeling the heat emanating from my best friend’s pussy, knowing that she was getting close to the edge once more. Licking my finger, I slowly teased at her G-spot, the tender flesh gripping it tightly as Molly moaned loudly. She gently pushed back against the pressure of my finger against her clit and sighed lovingly as my finger now pulled back slightly before plunging back onto it, flicking and rubbing at her, eliciting another round of whimpers from the girl. The fingers on my other hand were now buried deep in her pussy, which gripped them as if holding on for dear life as I pistoned them in and out forcefully, bringing Molly just close enough to the edge before resting them just at the entrance, her hips bucking from the sudden emptiness, yearning to be filled again. Eventually I slid them back into her sopping wet vagina quickly, another gasp escaping from the young woman’s lips. I knew this was driving her nuts and I was loving every evil minute of it.
I withdrew and repositioned myself, Molly’s warm body nestling beneath mine, my abdomen gently sliding against her hips. I heard her soft breathing deepen and felt my cock lurch as she moved; shifting to meet me, my erection growing insistent and resting between her thighs below her creamy gash. I lifted my arm and pulled her tighter to me, lowering my head to her, my lips moving to her neck. She sighed more deeply and gave a little chuckle as my cock continued to jerk and throb against her smooth warm thighs. “Hmmmm….” I moaned and opened my lips to nibble and kiss her ear. My warm breath tickled her as I moved my hand to her breast, covering it and pulling you even tighter to me with the other.
“I want this. You want this. Jessica wants this. Your whole family want this to happen. Jeff,” she said with a smile as she reached between us to slide her fingers around my cock. It jerked at her touch. “Put it in me,” she murmured, pulling one knee up to expose your lips. I shifted as she lifted my cock up, positioning the head at the base of her pussy. “Please put it inside,” she begged again softly, desire in her voice. I felt her heat and moaned in response, pressing my hips against her. Guided by her fingers, I felt the head opening her, Molly’s wetness and heat greeting the bulb of my cock as it spread her lips apart and found her entrance. I groaned as she let go, shifting herself beneath me to pull me deeper. But I held myself there with just the head inside, holding my desire back even though I wanted to thrust deep and hard. Molly moaned in frustration, her voice now husky.
Her nipple had stiffened under my touch and was pressing into my palm. I moved over it, my fingers squeezing the erect nub, pulling and rolling it gently. Molly squeaked a little at my touch, her mouth opening as she gasped. I slid my other arm under her side so my hands could curl behind her shoulders. Molly’s fingers slid down to where her lips were open around my cock. Her wetness was flowing freely now and she slid my fingers through her juices and back up to the hood of her clit. She repeated the motion over and over slowly, her fingers gently squeezing her labia, and then sliding up and over the firm little nub. Her little cries grew louder as she did this, her own desire growing stronger and she whimpered as she pushed up against me, trying to pull my penis deeper into her vagina.
I held myself back, but watched as she put more pressure on her clit with her slippery fingers, slowly circling and sliding over the hood. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, Jeff. We both know… you not only need to fuck… but you need to fuck me like you did Jessica.” Molly was groaning and gasping in her need and rubbed her wet lips and clitoris faster. Her body was moving now, her legs entwining with mine, my arms propping me above her body, my hands gripping the bed sheets. “Please! Please! Fuck me hard!” Molly begged and she couldn’t wait for me any longer. Her body twisting in my arms, her hips pushing back against mine. It was too much and I thrust deeply into her with one long stroke. The exotic woman’s hot pussy wrapped tight around my hard cock and she cried in euphoric bliss, “Yes! Bite me. Slap me. I want there to be marks and bruises, just like how it was with Jessica. Hurt me!” She demanded as my length filled her, her eyes looking desperate. It was like she was pleading with me to do it and I began to fight back the darkness that threatened to give her exactly what she wanted.
As if reading my thoughts, she simply nodded, then closed her eyes. I captured Molly’s mouth with mine, my tongue invading Molly’s mouth and capturing her tongue, nibbling on Molly’s bottom lip. With my penis fully sheathed in her quivering vagina I kissed and nibbled on Molly’s neck, her hands moving to caress her beautiful, firm, full breasts. The full ripe globes with the delicious tan coloured nipples, before greedily suckling the hardened bud into my mouth. The taste had an intoxicating effect on me and she momentarily forgot Molly’s intention and feasted on the now erect nipples.
“Oh god, yes, yes, pinch them. Chew on them! Suck my nipples, Jeff, bite them! Oh yes. Yes!” Molly panted and moaned, clearly enjoying my ravenous mouth on her excited nipples.
My incessant tasting of Molly nipples grew in intensity as I sexily scraped my fingernails over Molly’s flat tummy on the path to her liquid center. Molly’s panting increased both in frequency and volume… then she begged me to slap her. I started to lose control of myself, thrusting hard into Molly’s very receptive naked body, pushing her hard into the bed… and bit her neck almost drawing blood. Instead of stopping Molly’s increasingly feverish desire for pleasure, my pain inducing bite inspired her, completely failing to force the exotic dark haired woman into submission. My lover squealed in delight; the bite seemingly fueling Molly’s desperation and her responses were starting to make me lose my senses. I began grinding my cock into Molly’s pussy, kissing and biting roughly as I forced my fuck tool deep inside Molly’s cunt. There was no gentleness as my hips pistoned, my ass rising up and down, machine-like, as I became a human procreation robot. Lost to pleasure. Lost to the sin. Not caring about the close relationship between pleasure and pain. As I fucked her hard I sent my long fingers between us and began to finger her clit as we fucked. Our bodies grinding against each other in a fever pitched manner, I retook possession of Molly’s mouth devouring it, sucking her tongue and biting her lip as I thrust into Molly’s moist kitty. Forcefully finger fucking Molly to a shattering orgasm in seconds.
I clung to the now ravished and limp Molly who was completely helpless, a jelly like, quivering mass of hot female flesh, beneath me. I tried to make sense of what was happening. Molly had never made me lose control like this before? Not that I hadn’t enjoyed her fiery explosion, I mused I definitely had, but this was no way for a friend to act. I tried to slow down my pace… take a moment to let us both revover… and I watched her breasts as they jiggled to each of my thrusts.
“I’m ready for it. Let’s have hardcore sex, Jeff,” Molly’s voice snapped me out of my daze and I withdrew.
“I can’t…” I whispered back into Molly’s ear as I nibbled on it. Initially, the contented Molly only moaned in response but my reply was not a good enough response for her.
“Yes you can! You just gave me a taste of it… and like Jessica… I want more. This time, don’t stop. I want to feel everything until I stop feeling all together. I want love bites all over my body. I want to pass due to the pleasure. Help me find my limits… and help me help you find yours. For Jessica. For you unborn baby.” She demanded. “Now really fuck me! I’m ready to be your woman. Don’t let women like Ellen control you! Take what you need! Be a man!”
Ellen! I lost it and slapped Molly’s right breast hard with her hand.
Molly’s eyes opened wide… then a huge smile spread across her face.
I slapped her face and she winced in pain as I started, kissing, nibbling and licking down her ear, her lips, then down her neck. Then the bite, unexpected yet so wanted. I sucked, french kissing where my teeth had left their imprint, marking on the flesh now on both sides of Molly’s once beautiful neck. My mouth traveled around her body, finding loose flesh to grab and bite and mark; her nipples were toys between my teeth, each nibble or bite or lick of the tongue making her, making her year for more. I found the soft skin of her breasts and bit; sometimes soft, sometimes so hard I broke the skin. I heard Molly groan loudly so I travelled down along her feminine flesh biting, nibbling, licking the bruised flesh I went. My breath felt hot, my mouth on fire as I continue this torture, heading lower, across her tummy, over her bare vulva. Avoiding her pouting pussy. She hissed in disappointment then suddenly felt another bite, first on her inner thigh… then on the flesh around her puffy labia. Then I felt the moist heat of her pussy as I devoured it.
Molly looked like a woman possessed as I looked up over her heaving breasts. As we made eye contact, she reached down and physically hauled me back up her body. My cock sliding against the bruised flesh of her pussy. Her mouth found mine and our tongues danced as our bodies joined. My beast had been unleashed and as I ground into her, I continued to nibble and bite, letting the carnivore inside loose as Molly squealed in ecstacy and then started to shake. I held her, fucking her, repeatedly thrusting my hips onto hers. My own need growing quickly, my own moans joining with hers. I was thrusting hard now, my thighs slapping against Molly’s, her body writhing beneath mine, her hands now squeezing me tightly as I pumped into her.
“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Yes!” She squealed as she climaxed, her body twisting and shaking under mine. “Don’t stop, Jeff. Don’t stop! Harder!”
She was like a Siren, alluring and arousing and it would have required far more willpower than I had to deny her, and so I continued to plow into her. It was breathless, urgent and animalistic this time, even harder than last. She did not ask me to hit her or bite her again but soon I discovered Molly had even darker corners to her mind. As I rode her for all I was worth she panted and moaned beneath me, again wrapping her long legs around me, pulling me deeper. She reached around and locked fingers with me in a moment of closeness (or so I thought) but then she pulled my hands up to her neck and literally wrapped them around her own neck. Her next words nearly made me freeze.
“Squeeze…” She whispered up to me, “Choke me, Jeff.”
At once I was in turmoil. Molly was no deviant, a pervert that got off on wild, kinky stuff; this was something that Jessica had asked her to request… something to quench my own dark needs. I was not naïve enough not to realise that this was their way of rebalancing me. Little did they know that it was Ellen who had inspired me to such depths… I had infected Jessica with her big sister’s darkness… now it was spreading, like cancer, devouring everyone it touched. I hesitated in revulsion but Molly’s hands found my wrists, guiding them, pressing my fingers against her slender neck and urging me to take up the strain myself.
“Come on! Do it! Choke me! This is what you need. This is what I need! Show me. Teach me. Use me… and in the weeks and months to come… train me to be the perfect woman for you.”
I was patient zero. I was the common manifestation of evil and all I wanted was to inflict Ellen’s sadistic pleasures onto my best friend. Teach her. Make her learn! I could not control myself, my thoughts were being powered by my dick and right then all it wanted to do was fuck her senseless. So what if we all were going to become sexual freaks that got off on being choked? If that was what it took to appease them all then so be it! Her hands left mine and gently I began to press my fingers against her throat.
I felt like I was in a trance, that it wasn’t me doing this dangerous sex act, that it was somebody else. I looked down through blurry eyes as Molly bucked under me and thrashed her way towards orgasm and listened as she implored me to squeeze the breath out of her beautiful body. I must admit having second thoughts but make no mistake I was exerting pressure on her throat and before too long her voice became raspier and her eyes showed signs of light duress. At that I broke contact and concentrated on fucking her, enjoying the sensations my cock was going through as I ploughed into her wet hole but she would not let the issue lie.
“NO! I want to cum with you choking me! Make me see stars! Punish me!”
She reached down to grab my wrists again and brought them up to her neck and again forced them against her skin and held them there, almost choking herself as we continued to fuck erratically. By this point I was too far gone to stop anything, I physically needed to cum so I gripped her throat myself and urged the sperm up from my balls to get this over with. But to no avail. I held on to her trying to choke her as softly as she would let me get away with and finally she came to a shuddering climax herself and she soaked the middle of my bed.
“Yes Jeff–I want to feel–your hot cum–gurgle–inside me–as I–cough–pass out!” Molly squealed, knowing the effect her words were having on me. I couldn’t resist it. I couldn’t deny her… deny… Ellen. The succubus smiled beneath me. She knew exactly what buttons to push. “Do it, do it Jeff! Fill my–needy cunt–with your seed! Squeeze–the fucking–life out of me!”
I increased the pressure around her neck and the sudden lack of oxygen made Molly cry out, a cry that was abruptly cut off. Then Molly’s eyes flew open in ecstacy as her vagina started to flutter. I could see her pleasure as I started to panic, her chest heaving, trying to take in enough breath as the blood flow to her brain began to reduce. That’s when she started kicking like crazy, desperate to send herself into oblivion with her next climax. Molly gasped, her brown eyes now wide in rapture. She appeared to be breathless as she watched me panic above her. But I didn’t stop. My body fucked hers wildly as she instinctively humped back up into the air air to greet my raging cock. She thrust her tits out as her feet flailed every which way… then her head tipped back as her back arched in orgasm.
I slammed into her, her mouth opened and closed in a frantic effort to breathe. I furiously fucked her through her first orgasm as she went right into her second. My grip remained tight, and Molly gurgled as her climax slammed into her; bucking and shuddering, her legs still flailing as my hands flexed around her neck. My lungs were on fire; I could barely breathe myself! But the tingling inside my balls refused to grant me any relief. As Molly kicked up a storm, I felt her back arch again as a third orgasm tore its way through her body. Her legs stretched toward the end of the bed, her feet curing. Then she let out a loud “GAWK” as she started kicking once more. Then I looked down at her. Molly was still conscious, looking so fucking hot, her face a deep red from asphyxia. My appreciative stare was enough to make Molly gurgle again. I saw her back arch as she orgasmed so painfully hard that a sexy mist sprayed out of her cunt.
That’s when I relaxed my grip. As the life-giving oxygen returned to Molly’s body, she gawked and shuddered again, her brown eyes rolling as she climaxed so very hard. When it passed, she didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. She dangled limply beneath me, barely conscious, her face a deep shade of asphyxiation as her lips almost blue. Her nipples were so erect that they looked like they were going to pop off at any moment. I felt her vagina jerk around my penis once… and then once again before vibrating with pleasure. That was all I needed and felt myself actually shake as I felt my climax rising inside me.
Molly’s scream pushed me over the edge. My orgasm surged through me, releasing from my balls as I felt Molly’s sweet little pussy clamp around my cock while she came one final time, grinding her hips back into me; milking the hot seed from my testicles. My mind was awash with the wonderful sensations of filling Molly’s dripping snatch as I exploded into her. Molly’s clutching pussy gripped me tight as my hot cum was exchanged between us. The waves of her orgasm gradually slowed as my balls emptied. I pushed the last few spurts of cum deep into her before collapsing on top of her, breathless, her cunt still twitching in unison with my cock. Eventually I slid beside her on the bed, our chests heaving, minds numb from overstimulation. Groaning, we relaxed slowly and held each other, our bodies tight together, our breathing slowing. When we eventually peeled our bodies apart she wiped the back of her hand across her bee stung lips and caught me in that intense gaze of hers. She grinned as I looked deeply into her eyes and she smiled knowing that we had both been satisfied.
“And there ends today’s therapy session and judging by the load in my pussy I guess there’s no going back now huh?” Molly commented breathlessly, smiling back at me as she ran her fingers through my hair, kissing me on the forehead.
“Not even if we wanted to.” I affirmed, my hands caressing her soft skin lightly. It was true. No matter what happened from here on out this was the starting point of so many possible directions. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I could hear the succubus cackling in triumph.
“I love you Jeff.” Molly whispered, trying it on for size now that we were more than just friends.
“I love you too, Princess.” I declared as I surveyed Molly’s battered and bruised. Love bites were forming on her neck. A tiny amount of blood was welling from her split lip and her left breast. “I’ve marked you…”
“I love that you did,” Molly murmured, turning her head, our lips mashing together, tongues dancing passionately. I could feel her body relax next to me, moulding into mine as we continued making out like lovers and nothing else. It was fucked up for sure, but was what we both needed right now, whether we wanted to admit it or not.
Breaking off our kiss, Molly ran her hand down across her mound towards her wetness as I watched her slip one, then two fingers inside, working them around until they were coated with the sticky mixture of her juices and my cum. Without a second thought she brought them to her mouth, sucking sweetly on her digits, looking directly at me for my reaction, a wicked glint burning in her eyes.
“You’re not the only one who can be kinky Jeff.” She purred between licks, her lips sucking the last drops of the heady mixture from her fingers as I smiled at her.
“Guess it does come naturally around here.” I sighed lovingly, looking at my hedonistic protégé as I glanced up at the clock on the wall. “But we should get cleaned up, Rachel and Jessica will be home soon and I don’t have the energy to explain things to her right now. I think I’m in shock.”
“You’ll recover quickly, you always do. And in time this evidence will heal too. That’s when we go again. But yeah, I guess you’re right. We better get ready,” Molly agreed as we picked ourselves up and rolled from the bed, noting the cum explosion that marked the sheets in its centre. Wearily, I gathered up my clothing, making sure that the bedcovers hid the incriminating evidence, returning my bedroom to an almost normal, tidy state. Eventually we made our way downstairs, to fetch my discarded shirt and Molly’s dress, coming together one more time in a gentle embrace.
“No regrets?” I asked, looking for a hint of doubt in her eyes.
“None at all Jeff.” Molly confirmed, pulling my head towards hers, our lips meeting in a loving, sensual kiss. “I love you and that will never change. When you feel the need. Call me or come directly to me. I’m here for you when… they can’t be.”
“I love you too, Molly.” I smiled, playfully slapping her bare ass. “Now let’s get you cleaned up. You look like you’ve been savaged.”
Molly giggled and bounced into the bathroom, closing the door behind her as I caught one more glimpse of her firm naked figure. I felt a cold shadow pass across me and… somewhere… the succubus… whispering something… but I couldn’t hear what she was saying. In my confusion I couldn’t help but think of Ellen and the cold tendrils wrapped tighter around my heart. Would Molly be enough to satisfy me and keep me from engaging in any illicit and depraved adventures with the demon I knew still existed… perhaps inside the eldest Robinson sister? Had she reformed herself as Richard had said? Or perhaps… had that darkness moved to a new host? Did the evil now reside in me? Exhausted, I slumped into the sofa, slipping slowly into despair as the darkness consumed me once more.
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When I woke up, Molly was not only showered and dressed but was deep in conversation with my returning family. My pregnant, twenty year old wife, Jessica, must have only recently returned home and her whispered conversation brought about smiles on everyone’s faces.
“Jeff!” she exclaimed as she realised I was awake.
“Welcome home, Jessica,” I said, sleepily. I was stunned at the way she looked. Even though I’d seen her this morning before I left for work, now, she looked stunning.
It perplexed me; she wasn’t wearing anything different. If anything her hair looked a little less pristine and her makeup probably needed refreshing… but there was something about her that was different. It then struck me; it wasn’t in the way she looked. I was in the way she acted. It was in the way she kept looking at me with hunger in her eyes. She knew what Molly and I had been doing. Obviously. She planned it and Molly had just… just discussed it with my entire family! Fuck! She smiled impishly at me.
“You look happy.” I commented and Rachel began to giggle.
“So do you!” She strode up to me and I noticed her breasts jiggled indicating that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her thin skimpy blouse. I was startled to realise that I was getting an erection, looking at her in her mini skirt, when she planted a kiss on my lips. “Are you okay?”
Trying to mask my uneasiness, I said, “I’ll tell you all about it, later, in private.”
“Then I had better get myself showered and ready. Give me twenty minutes… then come upstairs and tell me everything,” she whispered, hungrily.
She went up the loft and I sat myself back down on the sofa, trying to get my penis to behave itself. Molly, Joseph, Sophie and Rachel joined me and soon I was playing with Jacob, keeping my mind occupied. It was clear Rachel (and Jessica) had been kept out of the loop regarding Ellen. It seemed to be an unspoken rule that the blonde sister would remain a forbidden topic and so we all chatted about other things, and I managed to keep my hormones under control. After fifteen minutes, I left Molly to Rachel while her parents put Jacob to bed. I made my excuses, and kissed Jacob, Molly and Rachel, good night, heading upstairs into the loft apartment and sat down in our living room to scroll through some social media feeds. As usual, there was nothing encouraging there and a few minutes into my surfing, I heard Jessica calling me. I got up and traced her to our bathroom.
She called through the door, “Jeff, looks like Molly used the last towel, could you bring a new one in here for me?” I told her to wait for a second and went to the linen closet to get one. When I turned around, she was standing in the bathroom door, naked and dripping wet. I stood, glued to the spot, admiring her body with my eyes, and at the same time blushing furiously.
She noticed my discomfort and giggled, “What’s the matter, Jeff? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” and leaned forward to take the towel from my trembling hands.
“True,” I protested, “but I’m dreading this conversation…”
She giggled again, wrapping the towel securely around her, and said, “It’s what I wanted and it’s what you needed. I’m pleased you showed her… that side of yourself. Sorry if I embarrassed you,” and she stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. She turned and went into her bedroom, and for a moment I got a glimpse of her walking down the hall with the towel barely covering her ass. I considered going downstairs and showering myself; I felt… unclean. I could swear I could still smell Molly’s scent on my skin and the bedroom still hinted at the hardcore sex that had happened there only an hour or so earlier. Sure, Molly was an astonishingly lovely young woman, but she wasn’t my wife! How could it be acceptable to have Molly step in, when my secret sexual frustrations became too much for me to control? Ellen caused this side of myself to re-emerge! Molly knew about Ellen from Sophie, but the twins didn’t. So they had all conspired to protect Jessica and our baby because they all knew my darkness would return… and I wouldn’t be able to control myself. But why did Jessica want this solution? She didn’t know about her big sister’s return.
I went to our bedroom and undressed. Then climbed into our cum soaked bed and chose to lie, uncomfortably, in the damp patch. The scent of my illicit sex still lingered in the air as I stared up at the ceiling… and realised; It was all because Jessica wanted to share me… and knew that her number one choice, Rachel, was out of action for the very same reason she was going to be. She knew, for reasons unknown, my relationship with her mother had become strained. So that only left Molly… who was always going to be more than willing to step into her shoes. She had her own plan. The bathroom door opened and illuminated me in a shaft of bright light. I looked up to see Jessica standing silhouetted in the doorway. All she was wearing was her black bra and panties.
In the dim light, my bulging eyes admired her from her head to toe. I could see her erect nipples and bare pussy as she loosened her clothes. She looked like a lioness stalking her prey standing at the door, with a slow, seductive roll to her hips she rocked and swayed. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement, mesmerizing me. Then pausing, she whispered, “You have no idea how horny I’ve been all night long knowing…”
“You planned it. All of it… you might as well have put her in our bed yourself,” I nervously replied as I moved over on the bed to allow her room.
“We did. Mom won’t tell me why you’ve fallen out with her but she did say it was all her fault. Molly’s been worried, again she won’t say why but I think her grandmother isn’t well. She needed cheering up and you’ve been neglecting her. Whatever has got you so spooked, if you can’t turn to me, Rachel or our parents… you need to at least talk to your best friend! Is it… something to do with work?”
I sighed and nodded my head, “I’ve been given some more responsibilities; I’ll be training a student interior designer on top of my duties. It has put a lot of pressure on me but it means another pay rise. We could use the money.”
“Oh, Jeff! You work so hard,” she said in relief, “please don’t overstretch yourself. Yes, the extra money is great, but I’d rather have a happy husband?”
“Richard and I had a meeting about it. He says he’s going to step in if things become too much.”
“He’s a good boss,” she conceded as she slowly walked to me and slid onto the bed beside me, face to face, I said nothing. As I laid there with my arms around her and smelling of her fabulous perfume, she placed her hand on my bare chest, “Promise you’ll talk to me too… and tell me when you need Molly?”
“I don’t need Molly…” I whispered pointlessly.
“I know,” she replied, “but you did tonight and I can smell her on our sheets,” she said, kissing my shoulder and then trailing kisses up my neck and across my cheek, “And I can taste her on you.”
“I should have showered too.”
Jessica shook her head. “Please don’t. Never! This is… perfect. I’m so… hot… so wet…”
Then she leaned over and lightly kissed my lips. A small kiss at first then numerous longer ones until her sweet tongue started to prod into my mouth and she started to moan. Without a word being said, she stepped out of bed and slowly dropped her panties onto the floor. She was totally naked now and it seemed as if she moved in slow motion getting back in bed. This time I felt her small but firm breasts pressing against my bare chest as our lips met again. My hand instinctively guided down her soft smooth arched back until I was squeezing her bare ass cheeks with my fingers. My lust for her was growing. The darkness alongside it. With my hand on her ass I pulled her closer to me and kissed her passionately. Chills ran all over me when I felt her soft hand slide down my chest and onto my growing penis and she began stroking me. She turned from kissing me to looking at her hand working my hard cock then back to my eyes. Her eyes told me she wanted to give me a blowjob and with that she leaned down to my cock and began to kiss and suck on it.
“Oh Jeff,” Jessica hissed, “I can taste Molly. I can taste you both…”
I couldn’t bring myself to stop her, I just laid completely still moaning and telling her how great it felt. After a few minutes of sucking my cock she returned to kissing me then with a soft motion she pulled my head down to her right breast and placed the nipple to my lips. My hand surrounded her soft breast and I opened my mouth for her erect nipple to enter. She moaned softly as my mouth began to milk it. My wet tongue circled all around the nipple and I began to pull on it with my teeth. As I massaged her breasts with my hands, I rolled her over onto her back slowly and kneeled between her open legs, much as I had with Molly. She gave me a wicked smile as I eyed the treasure she held between her thighs. Her labia were outlined, already puffy, glistening seductively in the low level light. I kissed her nipples then descended, sending butterfly kisses down her abdomen and to her ginger triangle of fur, before sending my lips down each thigh in turn, avoiding her vulva. My five o’clock shadow left a trail of goosebumps across her delicate skin.
Jessica lay before me. Her face was flushed, a wild look was in her eyes, already, but she took her time with it, presenting herself for me. My wife revelled in her show, in the way I was looking at her, in the way I was drinking in the sight of her sublime, naked body. She was very different to Molly; she was petite, she was slender, with small breasts that suited her frame. She had narrow hips but a peach-like ass that curved out just far enough from her body. Her buttocks were smooth and dense and gloriously rounded. I never considered myself much of an ass man, but tonight, it was the part of my girl that most turned me on. Jessica’s peach of a bottom was incredible.
She lay splayed out before me, with that delectable derrière inches from my face. She watched me watching her, as she lifted her hips, rolling her ass upwards to me and placed a hand on each cheek. Jess moved even more slowly then, as if she was exulting in what she was doing and she pulled her buttocks apart. She really didn’t hold back. She went full-in and opened her cheeks as wide as she could. She gave me an unobstructed view. She hit me full force with it. The main light was off, but all the side lamps in the bedroom were on. There was more than enough illumination. I saw everything. I saw the bald, plump, engorged, slick lips of her pussy. I saw the thin, small, almost glossy, smooth expanse of her perineum. And below that, Jessica’s asshole was bared to me in all its lewd splendor.
Whereas Jessica’s hair was red and her skin pale, her asshole was a bright, vibrant pink. She had faint, radial wrinkles around the outside of it. At the centre, her hole wasn’t just a clenched opening, the muscle of her sphincter formed a little circle, it was raised, a touch, in a way I’d never seen on any other woman before, like a perfect ring that accentuated her opening. It really was a work of beauty. “Fuck, you’ve got such a pretty little asshole,” I told Jessica. “It’s bloody gorgeous.”
Jessica made the softest sighing sound. I expected her display to be quick, I expected her reserve to quickly overcome her excitement, for Jessica to release her cheeks and fall back down on the bed, ready for sex, blushing and blinking, embarrassed by what she’d done, but that didn’t happen. She stayed where she was, on her back and spread, her most private parts revealed to me. On show to me. In my face.
“You’ve got a heavenly pussy, and such a gorgeous ass,” I told her. “You’re perfect, you know that, Jessica? Absolutely perfect. My beautiful wife. I honestly don’t need anyone else.”
She moaned at my words. Jessica stayed exactly where she was. Her legs were quivering. “Maybe… this is more to do with my needs, Jeff,” she said in sultry tones, “you took Molly in this bed. You fucked our best friend senseless. You showed her something more than just vanilla sex. You gave it to her… no holds barred… and she told me… she loved it. You did that for me–” Jessica gasped as I reached out to touch her.
She groaned as I stroked across her labia, as I slid into her body. As I sank a finger into the wet heat of my wife. “I once told you I’d do anything for you. You’re so hot, you’re perfect. I’m corrupt. There’s a darkness inside of me…” I raised my other hand to her as I languidly screwed her with my finger. I touched my thumb to her pucker, and Jessica still didn’t break her pose. She made even more urgent sounds of pleasure and need as I stroked across her butthole with a feather touch.
“After every time you fuck her… afterwards, will you fuck me?” The little redhead asked.
“If that’s what you want?”
Jessica nodded her head enthusiastically and I slid a second finger into her dripping pussy. I stroked down through her lips with the thumb of that hand to find the bump of her clit. I massaged her pucker with the other, with a press that grew ever firmer, and Jessica trembled and mewled for me, for more of it. I adored this. I loved touching my wife when she was in this highly charged state. Sharing me was what she wanted, as Molly had promised. Our times together afterwards were always more intimate. Maybe I wasn’t under Ellen’s control? Perhaps our sexual appetites had simply matured with us. We had clearly been influenced by the other people in our lives; that was normal. There was no ghostly specter here. No succubus. Just Jessica, learning what mattered most to her in our relationship, and I gloried in how my young lover now had so much skill. Maybe we needed to simply grow into our marriage? What she was proposing required love, trust, experience and patience. I always felt I had to be careful, that I had to make sure. But I couldn’t deny it; the aftermath of my cheating felt good. She was my equal in this, not a victim, and that meant I wasn’t one either. I felt the darkness inside me begin to dissipate.
I skimmed around and across Jessica’s asshole and she moaned. I increased the pressure of my touch, I rubbed, I soothed, I pleasured her. I felt Jessica softening for me as her gorgeous green green eyes sparkled. Meeting my gaze she beamed her megawatt smile and she lifted her legs, bending her knees, presenting her sex to me. I smiled back at her and lowered my face between her thighs. She caught her breath and held it as my tongue made contact with her labia and then I wriggled it inside. She whimpered with little puffs of air as I lapped up her wetness and I teased the hood of her clit, drawing circles around her silky pearl with the tip of my tongue. Slowly, methodically I inched one long digit deep inside her bottom as she squirmed and squealed beneath me. Every flick of my tongue sent her into spasms which excited me even more. Her moans became louder as I feasted on her like a hungry animal. My tongue worked relentlessly as she frantically reached out for a handful of my tousled hair. The louder she wailed, the deeper and the harder I pressed my face into her. I nudged her knees wider apart with my broad shoulders and hooked my arms securely around her hips. I raised my head to look into her eyes and gnarled through gritted teeth; “Fuck! I could eat your pussy forever, Jess!”
My face was thoroughly drenched with her honey and I quickly returned to finish what I started. I worked her anus and her clitoris simultaneously while I curled my long index finger against her G-spot and rubbed, licked and flicked until I felt my little ginger nymph tremble. Soon the quivering became an uncontrolled shake as her breathing fluctuated and her hips began to jerk and spasm. Her groin twitched, the warmth rushed through her lower body as she shuddered from a series of orgasms that were so intense that her back arched and lifted her lower body completely off the drenched mattress cover, driving her head and shoulders deep into the pillows. She cried out and clutched at my hair, my skin, anything she could get her hands on as her hips bucked wildly against my face. Her legs trembled under my strength as I firmly held her down, my tongue keeping contact with her clitoris at all times. Her ankles twisted wildly, digging deep red welts into my back.
My face was slick and shiny with her cum. Her inner thighs glistened with a combination of sweat and her nectar as she tried to catch her breath. Jessica whimpered and cried as her fingers stroked the back of my neck and I took my time. I relished every single second of licking cum from that beautiful throbbing, drenched pussy. She gradually loosened her grip on my hair and lovingly cradled my head in her hands. Her body jerked sporadically and she shuddered each time my tongue brushed against her clit, feeling like she was on fire. Her puckered pink nipples centered high on perfect round alabaster breasts, rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. A thin film of sweat shimmered across her skin in the delicate glow of the bedside lamps. I knelt at her feet and adored her with my weary but grateful blue/gray eyes. Her response to my touch was more than I ever hoped for, from any woman, ever in my life. She was heavenly in every single way.
I lay between her trembling legs, worshiping her pussy like I was kneeling before a sacred altar. She stayed perfectly still, waiting for her breath to return. She could cum like no other woman I had ever known but she truly was the master and I would gladly be her willing slave, to the end of days. She knew of only one way to repay me for what I had bestowed upon her gloriously satiated body and as soon as she regained the use of her wobbling legs, she would prove to me that there could never be anyone else in the world more perfect for me than her. Jessica made no secret that she now craved me like the deepest, darkest, sweetest addiction there could ever be. A desire so rare, it couldn’t be named. This was as it had been for her mother and father and now, it would seem, it would be the same for us. Joseph was happy to share Sophie, his daughter was happy to share me. We were perfect for each other; Jess seemed to sense my need at the very instant I needed it. The moment our eyes met, I knew in my heart that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I never wanted to disappoint her. I was, I came to realise, petrified of losing her. She was everything I had been searching for my entire life and there was nothing she wouldn’t do to please me, nothing. She knew I felt the very same way. There was a trust and respect between us that was beyond reproach.
My beautiful wife gently pried herself from my grasp and knelt between my parted legs. From her passion bruised lips she commanded in a sultry whisper. “Lie back, this is for you.”
There was an expression of delight in her eyes as I relaxed and obeyed her without hesitation. Her pink nipples appeared before me as she positioned her body, begging to be touched, licked and sucked. I reached out to caress them but she deflected my hands. Wagging one finger slowly she scolded. “You’re not allowed, it’s my turn.” I grinned, dropped my arms to my sides and waited for her next move.
Her palms pressed against my chest as her green eyes gazed up at me lovingly. I leaned back, waiting, anticipating like an anxious child. I loved to watch her. She was like a living, breathing Raphael painting and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from her beauty. She bumped my knees farther apart with her hips and knelt forward. Her eyes, fixed upon my standing, rock hard penis as if it were a cherished golden idol. Her fingertips lightly caressed the entire length of my cock with an overwhelming desire to taste me. Her eyes were sparkling like flickering candles as she stroked my cock with graceful hands. Siren red enameled fingernails glinting as she slid them up and down my rigid length. Her red tresses fell gracefully onto her pale freckled shoulders. She licked her lips and took her time, making me wait, making me want her even more than I already did. I was aching, yearning for her as I held my breath.
Her long hard nipples brushed against the insides of my thighs and sent shivers down my spine. She continued to trace every vein and ridge on my penis as if it was the first time she had seen it. Her tongue impishly slipped out from between rosy stained lips as she concentrated on my throbbing erection. I had never felt so enchanted by my beautiful misty eyed redheaded temptress. My senses were heightened. I could smell her signature perfume. The warm scented soap she had used in the shower and… her arousal. I could feel every sensation, every emotion, every single minute detail. From the feathery touch of her hands to her lovely soft body pressed against mine. The simmering sensation of her icy warm breath as it blew softly across every nerve ending of my flesh.
Our eyes met as her red lips parted. She licked them slowly, her face pent with emotion and devilish delight. The whole experience was ethereal, heavenly, unearthly and I never wanted it to end. My breath caught, my heart pounded wildly in my chest as I waited for her next move. She whispered. “I’m going to suck your cock so fucking good… better than you’ve ever had your cock sucked before in your entire life.”
Her words flowed through my head like molten lava. I grabbed onto the pillows and took a deep breath. Fuck! She knew exactly how to turn my world on its side. She grew more excited by my arousal. I still smelled of musky sex and virility. Her desire to please me was urgent, she couldn’t wait another minute; Keeping one hand on my penis, her other hand cupped my balls. I momentarily closed my eyes and gasped as she held them gently but firmly in her palm and softly tugged at the rough skin. Her tongue glided underneath my heavy sack to the warm spot behind my balls, their weight rested on her face as she focused on my pleasure. She proceeded to lave me from my anus to my aching nutsack with warm saliva. Taking each testicle completely into her mouth, she rolled them around on her tongue at the same time she slipped one slender digit up my ass. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity shooting through me. Her thumb circled over the precum that was flowing from the head of my cock.
I groaned, my eyes rolled back and my body shuddered. She carefully enveloped my balls between her lips. Her green eyes sparkled as the tip of her tongue traced along the ridge of skin between my nutsack to the base of my penis. Slowly, her tongue glided up to the cleft of my throbbing purple head. She caught the glistening fluid with her tongue as it trickled down my cock then slicked it across her full red lips. My cock was throbbing as the warmth of her mouth drove me to certain insanity. The darkness took advantage of my weakened state and began to encroach on my highly aroused mind. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my girth as she lathered it generously with her tongue once more. Her small hand moved up and down my shaft like a well oiled piston. I thrust my hips rhythmically, meeting her deliberate strokes. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on bringing me to the brink of a climax.
Suddenly her head dropped down as soft wet lips wrapped tightly around the head of my cock. She kept her eyes focused on me while she sucked on my dick like it was a cherry popsicle on the hot summer day. The suction from her mouth made a delicious popping sound as my crown entered and left her lips. Expertly rolling her tongue around the rim and into the slit, sending shock waves through my entire body with every seductive lick. Copious amounts of saliva trickled down the sides of her mouth and onto my pulsing erection while she jacked her hand up and down my cock rapidly. I moaned out loud as she gripped the head of my cock tightly in her fist and twisted and rolled it in her palm with a flowing circular motion. My hot wife looking up at me with angelic green eyes was capable of giving a blow job like a fucking demon.
She rose up on her knees and placed her mouth directly over my cock, easing it deeply into her throat. I watched with delight as my dick slowly disappeared completely into her mouth. She held onto it tightly with both hands and plunged the entire length, slurping on it while I groaned in pleasure. My balls tightened against her chin as my mouth formed a circle. A guttural groan came from deep inside my heaving chest. I struggled and writhed beneath her, the darkness demanding that I grab her pretty head and plunge it onto my cock. But I fought and I heard the succubus hiss somewhere in the darkness. Jessica sensed my approaching orgasm just in time to pull me from her mouth. Urging me on with soft cooing words, she grasped my throbbing cock with both hands and waited with steadfast anticipation for my impending eruption. Her lovely face showed complete pleasure as she lapped up a fountain of shooting milky sperm that spurted onto her face and throat, dripping down onto her luscious small tits.
She closed her eyes, smiled sweetly and clutched my cock against her body as if it were made of gold. She lavishly rubbed my warm cum into her cheeks, lips and chest while still holding the head of my penis like it was magic and my body convulsed and jerked as she drained every last drop from my purged balls. She took great care to lick every bit of my sweet tasting cum until I was clean. She had pleasured me the way she intended and the euphoric look on my face was her ultimate reward.
I needed to hold her as I pulled her into my arms, kissing her face and mouth. I tasted myself on her lovely lips. I cupped her round ass and held her tightly against me. “Officially the best blowjob I have ever had in my entire life.” I whispered in her ear. She grinned mischievously as I slapped her bottom and grinned. “You’re really proud of yourself, aren’t you?” She giggled as she pressed her face firmly against my bare chest.
She twirled a strand of my hair between her fingers. “That’s for always trying to make me happy.”
I kissed her softly and cradled the back of her head in my large hand. “I’m the one who needs to be doing all the thanking.”
She sat up and ground her body on my lap. She seductively rubbed my semi hard cock against her dripping wet pussy. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. “I know how you can show your appreciation, my love…” my eyes met hers. “This has already been in Molly tonight, in this very bed. Time for you to conjure up another sticky load to give to me. I want you to claim me, Jeff. Fuck me hard, fuck me long and fuck me now.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice. She quickly shuffled back and lay down on the disheveled bed, her head on the pillow, framed by her flame-colored explosion of hair. Her legs instinctively opened allowing me full access between them and I could feel my erect cock rubbing her pussy. With one hand she guided my cock into the wet folds of her vagina and she raised her hips up to encourage my entry while spreading her pussy wide. With my cock poised at the opening of her pussy, I hesitated! Then as if she read my mind she whispered, “Don’t worry, Jeff, take me any way you want me. It doesn’t have to be fast and brutal. It doesn’t have to be slow and gentle. I am simply here to reclaim my husband. I only want you to cum inside me”.
With that relief, I felt my cock slide into her tight moist hot pussy ever so slowly, savouring every inch of her velvet pussy walls. I reached down and cupped her breasts, kissing on them I returned to her mouth, kissing her deeply. As my cock went in her deeper I stretched out onto her body and moaned incomprehensible things into her ears as I nibbled on her neck. All the while, her hands were roaming over my back, urging me on. Her legs wrapped around me as I pumped with increasing urgency inside her clutching pussy. Feeling my orgasm was imminent, I stopped hunching to catch my breath and to keep from cumming so early. After a minute or two, I rolled her over into a doggie position. I stood at the end of the bed as she got on all fours and pushed against me to begin.
I grabbed the back of her neck, as I felt the wet heat from her pussy against the head of my swollen, throbbing cock. The darkness demanding that I spank her, punish her, and then fuck her with my hands around her throat. I paused for just a moment. As my conscience almost began to shake me free from the dark incantation I was enchanted by. She sensed my hesitation and softly pleaded, “Oh please, Jeff, I want this too, I need you.”
With that, I didn’t waste any time thinking. I pushed slowly, thrusting into her, feeling her soft, tight pussy envelope around the head of my cock, the sensation inviting me to push deeper and fuller inside. Her damp warmth caused me to swell even more, stretching her. My cock extended deeper each time I moved, and my balls smacked against her swollen clit with each pass. Jessica moaned in approval, her eyes started to roll back as my slow but long movements accelerated in frequency, completely unsheathing and reentering fiercely. The tip of my penis rigorously rubbed raw her pussy lips with each rough passing. Each push of my hips caused my balls to slap harder and faster against her, and she whimpered in approval in the most marvelous way, her toes curing into the damp bedsheets in futility, her neck waving, her head nodding.
I grabbed her hair and arched her back as I pounded her pussy over and over, deeper and deeper inside her vagina. The sound of my flesh slapping hers echoed around the room and intensified my desire to fuck her harder. We were shouting and moaning like wild animals in heat at the same time. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes were completely white, as her lips repeatedly mouthed the words, “Oh Jeff, oh fuck, oh yes,” her jaw awkwardly hanging open. She breathed loudly and inconsistently, cooing and whining softly. Bracing herself, she followed my thrusts with gasps of shorter, quicker, almost panicked breaths, pushing back against the oncoming thrusts of my cock. Soon she began to let out long soft whimpers, only to bite her thumb to keep from fully crying out to heaven and earth. I was reveling in the ecstasy I helped create; I could see it overtaking her, the energy welling up within her, exploding outward from every pore.
My wife was dripping wet as I hungrily pounded through my sopping public hair from behind. Now, fully committing to act, to claiming her and having her reclaim me, I was determined to get as much guilty pleasure as I could from the experience. I snarled just like the succubus had when she claimed me and gripping Jessica just above her ass, and with my other hand taking hold of her ginger mane, I pulled her hair, and furiously fucked her harder; viciously riding her as she scrambled to hold her ass in the air. Her small dangling tits shook and jiggled, rippling seismically beneath her, as her stiff nipples occasionally scraped against the cool bedsheets in the hot room, wickedly teasing her with euphoric anguish.
We were lost in a whirlwind of emotions; this primal release felt necessary to cope and to just simply keep living. With the darkness conspiring against me, I brutalised her, convincing myself that this was for our love, our relationship. My unfaithful cock stretched her warm, soft, swollen pussy and I lusted harder for her at this moment than I had for Molly… for anyone. Her pussy was so exquisitely tight and as she pushed back into me, twerking and bouncing off of my cock. I smiled through my clenched teeth, smacking her hard on the peachy ass cheek, as my ego became engorged. The sex was too good; I was losing myself, nearly out of breath, continuing to hump her rhythmically, now moving my cock from side to side against her g-spot. Jessica gasped with me, and breathlessly urged me on. Looking back at me, her lighly freckled face now sensual with her green eyes halved, intently watching me fuck her from the mirror on the wardrobe, “We look incredible…” she purred, in a surprisingly sultry tone.
We continued to screw wildly, doggy-style, I grasped her hips and rammed into her ferociously, carelessly enjoying every thrust. Her fierce and staccato, panicked breaths became even shorter in frequency as she tilted her head forward, squeaking and yelping, unable to contain the sounds any more, and too absent minded to care. I fucked her as hard and well as I was able, squinting and clenching my teeth, sweat dripping onto her back sliding down between her cheeks, lubricating my ride even more. I fucked her with all my gained knowledge and stamina. And I groped and dominated her body with the recklessness of an escaped death-row inmate. Taking the opportunity, I bent down and reached around, grabbed handfuls of her sculpted thighs before I felt up, rubbing her clit while forcefully arching her back upright, and reached around with my other hand, squeezing the nipples on her tiny tits. With my arms around her, and without a coherent thought in my head I whispered into her ear:
“You’re mine now, forever. Mine alone…” just as the succubus had done. The ice cold grip of Ellen’s ghost gripped my heart.
Jessica noticed the effect my choice of words had upon me and looked back at me with a questioning look on her face. But it turned me on as much as it gave me chills. With the intensity of my thrusts reaching a fevered pitch, feeling my strong hands groping, squeezing her breasts and feeling me grow to my fullest size, she repeated back to me mindlessly, “You’re right. I’m yours, claim me,” before orgasmic waves penetrated her more intensely than she was prepared for; exploding from between her legs, her body quivered, her eyes rolled back, and with her mouth agape, she exhaled and her cum sprayed all over our bed, joining Molly’s. She gasped as her vagina quivered around my penis, and grunted allowing the waves of pleasure to ripple up and down her spine before she collapsed on the cum drenched sheets beneath us, a dumb smile involuntarily curling the corners of her mouth.
She lay there stoned and limp as I continued to fuck her, desperately trying to push the evil thoughts from my mind as I pistoned my fuck tool into her prone body. I didn’t know if she was conscious. I didn’t even know if she was alive! Then I felt it was about to happen… my cock began to throb then swell with a huge load building up. “I’m close!” I yelled, readying to pull out and unload up her back… but she wouldn’t let me.
Jessica reached back and grabbed me yelling, “Stay in me Jeff! I’m gonna cum again! Don’t pull out! Let’s cum together!”
I intended on making the moment last forever, but her second orgasm tightened her pussy around me, gripping me more than I could handle, and with no time to prepare, I thrust hard and released uncontrollable streams of cum again and again inside her. We both audibly cried out as her body twisted in mild seizure as if she was being shocked back into life with each pulse of pleasure. Sweat poured from me as I threw back my head, arching in ecstasy, pumping madly and ejaculating the remaining contents of my balls. Shot after shot like bullets going off I blasted my sperm inside my wife’s womb. At the same time her body shook violently as her climax rattled through her. We came so much I could see our combined cum being squeezed out of her by my pistoning manhood. With one final pulse, I pushed deep inside her, exploded again and collapsed. After some time, slowly feeling her pussy on my cock, savouring her softness, I massaged her body, slowly sliding out, to both of our delight.
As we lay together with our heavily sweat covered bodies I didn’t really know what to say. I was more satisfied now than I had been only a few hours before but was torn that it took Ellen’s presence and an affair with Molly to bring us to this moment. Jessica saw how disturbed I was and laid my fears to rest again:
“Jeff, you’re a worrier and I know you crash after the euphoria… but, we are not children anymore. We are adults and can have sex with anyone we please. It pleases me that you fucked Molly to within an inch of her life… but still took me further. It pleases me when Rachel gives you pleasure and you show her the love you show me. I am awed by the love you show to my mother and the child she gave birth to… for you… for my dad… for us all. You healed us all. You even tried to heal Ellen.” As soon as she mentioned her name I felt a shiver run through me. Jess continued; “What matters is our happiness. And you make me happy. You have never made me unhappy. Never! Remember that in the months and years to come. I trust you. I love you. There is nothing you could do to make me change my mind.”
“I am yours and you will always be mine. I will spend my days and nights worrying because I simply don’t deserve you. I feel like my life is a dream. How did I get lucky? I’m scared that one day my luck will run out and I will lose you. I’ll wake up and discover my dream has become a nightmare. So I’ll spend every moment I’m with you showing you just what you mean to me. I love you more than my own life, Jessica.”
I tried to raise my head to try and kiss her but my shaking made me miss the mark and I hit her chin. She gave a little giggle as I tried again and this time I captured her lips.
As our lips parted Jessica said in her quivering emotion filled voice; “Oh my God, Jeff, I never knew our love could be like this and I never knew the ecstasy you showed me even existed. I never knew you loved me so much, and I want to always be your woman. I promise to never deny you anything, just love me like you do. I love you, Mr Jeffrey Winter.”
I kissed her and cocooned her shaking body into mine. I continued to caress her and kiss her hair until the shaking stopped and transitioned into the occasional shiver and sultry moan.
“I love you more, Mrs. Jessica Winter,” I whispered in her ear, then I remembered, “I need to go home with Molly tomorrow,”
“I won’t deny you anything, even if you need to choose to be with her. It’ll be Saturday. I have my therapy session.”
“Molly’s grandmother needs my help.”
“Well now, I knew you were into older women but… wow!” She laughed.
“Not for that!” I chuckled, “She wants me to take a look at the lodges. Molly’s worried they won’t last through the close season.”
“You’re so sweet! Yes, go and if there’s anything I can do let me know. I love Molly’s grandmother. She never let us down. Be there for them… and if you end up with Molly… come back home to me and tell me all about it.” She turned in my arms so that she was facing me and snuggled her face into my neck and kissed me and then whispered into my chest; “Have I told you today how incredibly happy it makes me to be your wife?”
“I thought we’d already agreed; I’m the lucky one.”
Jessica replied with a kiss and then pushed her stunning breasts hard against me, digging her hard nipples into my chest.
“I trust you. You always do the right thing. And if you make love to Molly, come home and make love to me because I will always want you… my body wants more. More of all of your love and more of the ecstasy that you’ve shown me tonight. I fought hard all my life to not be viewed as a sex object, but now I find I want to be your sex object. I want you to make love to me all the time and whenever you want me I’ll be yours… but especially after you’ve given your gift of pleasure to someone else.”
I pulled her tight into my embrace, “Jessica you are so forgiving. You shouldn’t be. You’re the most beautiful, sexy and sensuous woman of all and you drive me insane with love for you. I love you, I have always loved you and even now I want to make love to you again and again and again.”
Jess began to rub her nipples against my chest and started kissing his neck and when she reached my mouth she whispered, “Then fuck me, fuck me hard and show me who I belong too.”
I proceeded to do just that and for the next hour our bodies, hearts and minds joined in a passionate expression of our deep devoted love for each other. In the end I was once again cradling Jessica’s quivering body in my arms reveling in the fact that my beautiful and sexy wife could be so devoted to me. Perhaps, one day, I would have the guts to tell her about Ellen…
…but not today.
Get Lucky continues in Chapter 26 “Reparations”
Sex-Storytime 