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Life With Di

By: parts guy



There was a time in our lives, for a brief period, that we lived in an apartment complex. I was surprised at how well Di adapted to this situation. I was a loner, but Di craved people, and soon was chatty with many of our neighbors. One in particular, Dale lived right next door. He was a single father who worked long hours. Di soon became a surrogate mother to his daughter, helping both of them deal with life. I teased her about taking care of his "special needs", but she would wrinkle her nose in disgust. She wasn't a cheater, and never gave me any reason to doubt her. Dale also never made a pass at her, or did anything to make her feel uncomfortable. They were just friends.

Almost a year had passed, and we had found a house we wanted, which meant we would soon be moving. I had this craving to watch Di do someone else, and Dale would be perfect. I knew he was clean, and knew he occasionally flirted with Di. I also knew he hadn't had a date in over six months. Which meant he was ready to burst. Or at least his balls were. Now to come up with a plan to get them together before we moved.

On Friday, his daughter would be leaving for the weekend, and he would be alone. He had indicated to Di that he had no plans other than watching TV. Ah, but I sure had plans. Friday night came, and I played with Di. I fingered her, and played with her tits. But I didn't fuck her. She was horny and I went to sleep. In the morning, I began to play with her again, really getting her worked up. She was on the verge of getting pissed, but I went down on her and got her off. She still wanted to fuck, but I put her off. "Soon honey, but not just yet." I teased, as I got dressed.

"It's too hot anyway." She reasoned. It was the end of August, and even though it was early, it felt like it was around 90 degrees already. She jumped into a cool shower, and came out wrapped in a towel. "Hmmm...what should I wear today?" she wondered out loud. I picked out a fishnet top and a very short skirt. "OK, that looks cool." That's what I was thinking. But she walked over to the dresser and pulled out a sports bra and panties. I frowned and moaned in protest.

"What, you think I'm going to go without underwear? What if someone comes over?"

That's what I was hoping for, but reluctantly agreed - for now. I had anticipated this and had planned accordingly. "Let's have lunch." I said, changing the subject. It was too hot to cook, so we made sandwiches, and I made the drinks. Fruity rum punch. "Mmmm... these are great, but isn't it a little early to start drinking?" she said as she sipped from the tall glass. "I'll be drunk by dinner time!" I thought to myself, "And the problem with that would be?..." , but I just smiled. By late afternoon she was pretty well smashed, and we sat on the couch watching porn videos. There was a knock at the door, and I looked at the clock. Right on time I thought to myself.

"I wonder who that is." she slurred as I got up to answer the door. I already knew before I twisted the knob to let Dale in. "Hey Dale, come on in." I said. "Glad you could make it." 

Di smiled as her head weaved back and forth. "Hey Dale, what's up?" she said, trying not to act too drunk. I motioned him to sit down on the love seat across from us as I handed him a drink. We made some small talk, but our attention kept drifting to the movie on TV. I gently played with Di's tits, and after a few minutes was able to lift her sports bra up enough to expose one tit. She was too engrossed with the movie to notice. Dale sure noticed though, and I made sure he got a good view. He tried not to stare, but he did make eye contact with me once. When he saw me smile at him, he relaxed, and stared a little more openly. At this point I had both her tits out of the bra, covered only in the net blouse she had on. She reached over to get her drink, when she noticed Dale admiring her. She looked down to see both tits in plain view, and quickly tried to adjust her bra. It was then, I said, "Might as well lose the bra, he's already seen them, and we both are enjoying the view." She was a little miffed, but realized we were right. I reached over and pulled her bra up over her tits again, with little protest from her.

"This isn't bothering you?" she asked Dale.

"Not hardly!" was his response. We soon got back into the movie, with Di pugging the drinks almost as fast as I could make them. I moved into stage two, by resting my hand on her knee. I slowly ran my hand up her leg about four inches, then back to her knee. I did this for about ten minutes, then slowly pulled that leg towards me a bit. It wasn't enough to distract her, but it was enough for Dale to see all the way up her short skirt to her panties. I worked my hand up higher, as she stared blankly at the woman on the screen who was pleasing her two men. I knew Dale was enjoying this as we exchanged grins often.

"I havta pee!" The words falling out of her mouth as she tried to get up off the low couch. I stood up and extended my hand to her, and pulled her to her feet. "I'll be right back." I said to Dale, as I steered my staggering wife down the hall. Once in the bathroom, I reached under her skirt and pulled her panties to her ankles. After helping her sit down, I kneeled in front of her while she tinkled. When the last drops hit the water, I lifted one leg up and out. She asked what I was doing, but I just leaned forward and licked her pussy. The slightly salty taste wasn't bad, and she shivered as my tongue grazed her clit. "All clean now." I said as I helped her to her feet. She was so drunk, she hadn't noticed that I slipped her panties off from around her ankles. We staggered back out to the couch, and she plopped down right across from Dale again, this time putting her feet up on the coffee table. I announced that I was going to make more drinks, and Dale excused himself to use the little boys room. However, he followed me into the kitchen, and spoke in a low tone. "What the heck are you trying to do to me out there? I haven't had se...a date in over six months, and now you flaunt your sexy little lady in front of me? Now I'm going to dream about her every night!"I turned and handed him a drink, "You know, you don't have to just dream." 

"What are you saying?" His brow furrowed in confusion. I quickly laid out my plan to him, and waited for his reaction.

"Are you sure she'll go for it?" He asked.

"She's so drunk, she'll do anything I tell her to do, and she won't remember a thing when she wakes up tomorrow." I then told him precisely what to do and when, and we headed back out to the living room. We took our positions, and my hand went right to her knee again. As she watched the action on TV through half open eyes, I caressed her thigh. Every few moments I would pull her leg a little bit towards me, until her knees were finally about a foot apart. I glanced at Dale to see his eyes popping out of his head. He had a perfect view of her clean shaven pussy, as I casually ran my fingers up to and around her pink lips. I would occasionally kiss her mouth, and she would close her eyes and moan softly. I had two fingers in her moist cunt, and she was getting very horny. I would whisper things in her ear, like how sexy she was, and how much I loved her. She was slowly grinding against my fingers, when I whispered in her ear, "How would you like a tongue down there instead of fingers?"Lost in her own world, she just moaned and nodded. I kissed my way down her neck, and sucked on each nipple for a moment. Then I continued kissing down her belly as I spread her legs wide apart. She gasped as she felt her lips parted by the warmth of a wet tongue. I kissed my way back to her hard nipples, and was making my way to her open mouth, when she realized her pussy was still being licked. She opened her eyes, but before she could look down, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she sucked hard. She had figured out that Dale was licking his little heart out, but was too drunk, and too horny to care. She began bucking her hips, and Dale backed off, just as we had planned. "Please don't stop!" she begged, but I started whispering in her ear again.

"Would you like him to make you cum with his mouth?"She nodded.

"Do you want him to lick up all of your sweet juices?"She again nodded.

"He will, if you return the favor." She nodded eagerly. Dale dove back in, centering on her clit. She came hard, and Dale licked up every drop before returning to his spot on the opposite couch.

"OK honey," I whispered. "Your turn. Go pull his cock out, and make me proud!"With that, I helped her up, and she poured herself onto the love seat. She fumbled with his zipper, so he helped extract his happy cock. She seemed very comfortable licking and sucking his cock. It was longer than mine, but abut the same diameter. She could almost take my full length before it gagged her, but not quite. He was now fully hard, and I could see that he was a good two inches longer than me. She was licking and sucking like a wild woman, bobbing her head up and down, sucking and slurping and drooling all over him. Then she did something that took us both by surprise. Her head went down further and further, 'til her nose was buried in his curly brown hair.

"Wow, I didn't know your wife could 'deep throat'!" Dale managed to moan to me.

"I didn't either!"She repeated this several times, 'til Dale started shaking. "Oh my gawd..I'm about to explode!!"He pumped spurt after spurt into her mouth, as she continued to move her mouth and hand up and down around his now softening cock. She made no move to go spit it out as she usually does after blowing me. Instead, she looked at me and said, "That was fun!" her mouth obviously empty, as she licked the remains of his cum off her fingers. "Now what do you want me to do?" she asked, still drunk, but very awake now. I looked at Dale as we had a prearranged signal, and he nodded. This meant he could perform again. By now, Di had snuggled up next to me on the couch, and I whispered her next orders to her. "I want you to go back over there, and suck him again. This time, though, stop when he's hard, and you may fuck him." She had been waiting for several days to have a cock inside her, so she sprang into action. It only took a minute for Dale to recover, then straddled his cock, and started to hump. His length was reaching places no man has ever been before. She was making sure he reached every spot too. She was one continuous orgasming machine, humping, bumping, and grinding. Her tightness was too much for Dale, as he began spurting deep inside her. She then did something that she has never done before. She climbed off him, knelt down, and licked him clean. She then announced that she had to pee again, so I helped her to the bathroom, and took my position in front of her as she sat down. I lifted her leg, and moved my mouth towards her pollinated flower.

"I haven't peed yet, silly." she said as I started licking her dripping pussy.

"I know. But you can pee whenever your ready." She spread her other leg wide, and moaned, as I tasted another mans cum for the first time. She shifted a little, and a large dollop of Dales cum slid into my mouth. Mixed with her juices, it was quite pleasant. She began to pee, and I deflected the stream off my tongue into the bowl. The stream stopped, and I gave her pussy a big lick to clean her off. However, she grunted and squeezed another squirt of pee directly into my mouth. It happened so quickly, that I swallowed it before I could react. Wow, what an experience. We wandered back out to the living room, and I sat Di down on the couch. I motioned to Dale, as I walked to the kitchen. When we were both standing there, I asked if he had another round left in him. He indicated that he might be able to do it once more. "OK, here's the plan, then..." . 

We walked back in the room and Di was busy watching the new movie I had popped in. I was hoping this plan would work, as Di would never allow what was about to happen, happen. I sat next to her, openly squeezing her tits, and she moaned. I again whispered in her ear. "Are you ready for more fun?"Although she could hardly keep her eyes open, she nodded.

"Sure, what do you want me to do?"I took a deep breath, and continued whispering.

"I want you to get on your knees in front of me and slowly suck me off." I pushed the coffee table out of the way.

"Sure, I can do that." she said, as she slid of the couch onto the floor. I had sprayed my cock with "Sustain", a product that desensitizes the skin, to delay my orgasm. It would be difficult to control otherwise. She began licking and sucking, and for a moment I thought that spray wouldn't help. I tried to think of other things, like baseball, and work. That helped a bit. Dale got on his knees behind Di, and pushed her legs apart. At first she was startled, but when she felt his fingers stroking her pussy, she spread them wide. Dale then rubbed his cock back and forth over her glistening pussy, as she moaned around my cock. He then slid it into her pussy, as he reached forward to play with her tits. After a few slow and deep strokes, he looked at me. I nodded, and he proceeded with our plan. Di was lost in a dreamland far far away, when he pulled his cock out, then pushed it back in. He did this several times, then went for it. He pulled all the way out, but this time, lifted his cock about two inches before slowly pushing back in. Di stiffened and groaned, but didn't protest as he slowly pushed his cock deep into her virgin ass. She continued to suck, and slowly pushed back onto his cock, until he was buried balls deep in her. He then pulled back and pushed in again, with her pushing back on every stroke. The tightness of her butt, and the vision I was witnessing, was too much for both of us, and we started humping faster and faster. Di was now having a ground shaking orgasm, and Dale and I both came at the same time. We all laid there, panting and sweating for the next few minutes. Di was about to pass out, so I managed to get her into the bedroom, where she flopped onto the bed, face first. I stood up on the bed and grabbed her hips and lifted. She pulled her knees up so her butt was now sticking up in the air. "Stay there, I'll be right back." I said, leaving her in that sexy position. I walked back out to Dale. He said he was beat, and was going to call it a night. He thanked me profusely, and I told him maybe we'll do this again. He was all smiles as he left for his apartment.

I quickly returned to the bedroom, to see Di in the same position I left her in. I crawled up behind her, and began licking her chocolate starfish. She moaned in her pillow as I licked and sucked copious amounts of cum from her pulsing orifice. Speaking of pulsing, my cock was now hard again, looking for relief. "What the hell." , I thought, as I moved up behind her. I aimed the head of my cock at that tight little entry, and slowly pushed. She whimpered a little, as I pushed deeper into that warm strange hole. She involuntarily contracted her sphincter, causing me to groan loudly. This was heaven. I lasted all of two minutes, before I gave her a cum enema. 

The next morning, Di awoke with a pounding headache. I brought her a couple of aspirins and a glass of orange juice. "How are you feeling?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Wow, I must of drank too much last night, I had this weird dream. I don't remember much, something about Dale coming over, and all of us playing "Twister". I must have kept you awake all night with my thrashing around. I'm sore from my jaws to my a.. toes." She whined as she stretched her body around. "make a mental note not to let me drink that much next time." 

I made some mental notes, all right.

Life with Grandpa



Mom left us when I was two years old. By he time I was six Dad was serving ten years in the slammer on a drug bust. I went to live with my granddad, my only relative. 

Granddad was an ordinary hard working man who lived on a small farm outside of Preston, a small manufacturing town about ten miles away. Granddad worked at the Preston Stove works during the day and operated the farm in his spare time.

Granddad was good to me, he helped me and encouraged me with my schoolwork and ensured I had everything I needed to do well in school. He did not expect me to help out on the farm but wanted me to concentrate on school.

For twelve years grandpa made sure I was on the school bus every morning on the way into Preston to school. He bought me a $250 prom dress for my high school prom with his hard earned dollars.

I was eighteen and after much deliberation was off to the Barbizon Modeling Academy in Toronto. It was my first time away from home.

After a tearful farewell I boarded the bus off to pursue my career.

I did well in Toronto. Found myself an apartment to share with a girl from Kitchener, a city near my hometown. I found a job working nights at "The Station", an old railway station converted into a bar. Working as a waitress with my cute little ass in my short shorts the tips was good.

Grandpa's checks arrived every month along with his weekly phone calls to see if I needed anything. I always ensured me if I ever needed anything all I had to do was ask.

I lost my cherry in Toronto. He was a suave underworld character with plenty of bucks to spend in all the best places. 

I was a pushover for a guy like Tony. I was naive country girl fresh off the farm. He told me he could help me with my career so it wasn't long before I was in bed with him.

Basically all Tony wanted me for was to fuck and show off. We would spend afternoons fucking in the Holiday Inn while he would make phone calls to his associates and wife waiting at home. One time he did get me up to sing at a swank nightclub one of his friends owned.

The only modeling assignments I got were car shows and expositions. Just hanging around in skimpy outfits providing eye candy for horny guys. Discouraged I decided to return home to grandpa. 

Returning back to the farm I found grandpa had taken in another border to help him with the chores around the place. Owen was a twenty-year-old son of a woman grandpa had an affair with many years ago. Because of the resemblance I suspected Owen might be grandpa's son?

Grandpa was surprised at what a woman I had blossomed into. No more the gangly teenager but a graceful woman with a body that excited most men.

The old house on the farm was not really that big. Owen was using my old bedroom and the other bedroom was being used as a storage room. Rather than upset the house I told grandpa I would be willing to share his bed.

He was quite surprised at my offer but I could see the gleam in his eye.

"C'mon Grandpa, we're all adults now." I convinced him.

Grandpa made room in his closet and drawers for my stuff.

It was strange but nice that first night, cuddling up to grandpa in my tee shirt and panties. We just snuggled and had a beautiful night's sleep. 

Grandpa informed me that dad was doing another five years on a trafficking rap and wanted to know if I wanted to go visit him. I told him I considered him to be my father and wasn't interested.

The next night I woke up in the middle of the night to find grandpa's hand in my panties on my pussy. It felt comforting so I went back to sleep. I was awaken early next morning with my panties off and grandpa's cock in me fucking me from behind. I slammed my ass back on him and had a beautiful climax as he pumped his cum into me.

From that night on grandpa and me became lovers.

Grandpa was in his sixties but still in good shape thanks to working on the farm daily. He was like a love-starved teenager, fucking me every night.

Our love life did not escape Owen's attention. One day he came right out and asked me: "Are you screwing Nick?"

I admitted I was and he asked if he would let him fuck me too?

Of course I agreed, Owen was a good-looking lad and grandpa was in his sixties. I would have to fuck Owen secretively because I knew grandpas would not agree, especially if Owen was his son. It was bad enough he was fucking family without including his son in a threesome.

I took Owen into my bedroom and stripped. Grandpa was not due home from work for another hour. Owen watched closely as I uncovered my charms. Stark naked I jumped onto the bed.

Owen quickly stripped to join me. My heart skipped a beat when he pulled down his shorts and his hard cock sprung out. It was beautiful, at least nine inches of rock-hard cockmeat.

"Tit-fuck me." I said as he got on the bed.

I have the perfect tits for tit fucking, 38C and firm. Owen laid his log between my mounds and I squeezed them together trapping his cock. He started thrusting up between my boobs.

Playfully I tried to catch his helmet in my mouth as he slid up to my chin. Once or twice my tongue licked him before he unloaded a load of pearl white cum onto my chest.

Owen rolled the head of his cock in he puddle of cum at the base of my neck and fed it to me. I licked the delicious cream from him greedily.

After my fresh cream appetizer I was ready to fuck my uncle, nephew or whatever.

Own moved down and placed my ankles on his shoulders. Almost folded in half he entered me and went where no man had gone before. I was still a virgin where Owen's cock reached. 

It was the fuck I had been longing for. Owen's cockhead was knocking on the door of motherhood and I was going to let him come in.

"Fuck me Owen, give me a baby!" I pleaded.

I never suspected I had to worry too much about grandpa knocking me up so I had quite taking the pill after I stopped fucking Tony. Now Owen's virile cock was almost touching my cervix.

I was prepared to have Owen's baby. Grandpa would think it was his and dot over me as my belly swelled.

I slammed my hips up to meet Owen's thrusts so when he cum his sperm would find its way into my garden.

"Now!" I cried as I felt my orgasm breaking loose.

Owen grunted and I felt his warm cum flooding my womb. It was bliss, my body quivered as Owen inseminated me.

Owen and I continued to fuck secretively and soon my periods ceased coming. I happily informed grandpa he was going to be a father again.

Both Owen and grandpa are proud of my son Chad and we are working on a brother or sister!



Life with: Kat and Alejandro Ep. 03



THIS ISN'T EDITITED MUCH, AND NO SEX. 

Lol other than that, I want to say... Marriages aren't always perfect. 

ENJOY!




Kat shivered when she felt her shed tear trickle down the length of her nose and drip somewhere onto the bed below her. She stared blankly out the window at the rising sun. Its russet yellow and oranges were becoming a signal for a specific mood. A visual can always be linked with an explicit emotion, especially when it was one so painful. The feel of her heart twisting and contorting in her ribs was almost sickening if it lasted too long.

As if on cue, the mattress on the opposite side of her shook gently in an attempt not to wake her. But her husband didn't know Kat was very much awake. She fought back a sob and tried to focus her thoughts. Kat didn't want Alejandro to hear her crying. She didn't want him to know that she was hurting because of him. Even though she had every right to let him know because their marriage depended on it, she just couldn't muster up the courage to face those hard deep brown eyes that were constantly fixed with annoyance and hatred.

*

"Good morning." Kat announced as Alejandro made his way into the kitchen in search for his breakfast. Over the past 10 months, he'd managed to let go of his long hair. He decided he wanted a more professional look for work. It was now chopped a short length, no longer than an inch yet it still held a tight curl with the sides cut significantly shorter. The fact that a few of the curls were sprouting grays only made him look even more sophisticated. 

"Morning." Alejandro didn't give her much more recognition than a mumble. Kat was trying her hardest to brush off his coldness. She felt the impulsive need to exit his presence so she decided to head upstairs and check on the kids.

She took the journey very languidly, allowing herself plenty of time to settle her feelings. The act of thinking seemed to always give her the boost she'd need, sometimes she was her own motivator just as much as she was her own de-motivator. It was a perk that came with holding in your thoughts. She knocked on Alejandro's childhood door, which was now Diego's, and cracked it open to quickly look inside. He was in the midst of packing up his back pack for school. Kat smiled to herself; she couldn't believe how cute he looked.

He wore a pair of brown plaid shorts, chucks and a matching black tee. He took his folder off of his dresser which had contained his homework from the night before and responsibly put it in his spider-man themed bag. He then zipped it and threw it over his shoulder. When he turned around and headed for the doorway was when he noticed Kat. He smiled back at her, pleasantly surprised.

"Good morning honey." She cooed. She captured his jaw in her hand and bent down to put sweet kisses on both cheeks. Diego was almost 6 years old, but just a few inches short of 5 feet. He was looking more and more like a man every day. 

"Good morning— can we have spaghetti tonight?" Kat rolled her eyes as he passed her and headed down the hall. His growing had his mind on food a lot too. 

"I'll see what I can do... but for now, breakfast is on the counter." She said. He jolted down the hallway without a care in the world. She was almost tempted to tell him to stop running, but groaned inwardly instead. Kat went across the hall and knocked on Maribel's door. She opened it with a hard force that had her hair whipping around her. Kat noted the fact that Maribel's outfit was very flamboyant. 

"Mari, how many colors do you have on?" Kat asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She waited as Maribel counted them. 

"4." She giggled, already knowing Kat's concern. Kat couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips when Maribel laughed. She was such a giggly girl. Her innocence had only intensified during the years. A curse word couldn't even leave Kat's lips when in her presence without a hard stare to follow. 

"And what's the rule?" Kat said, attempting to be stern. Although they both knew that never worked out well.

"Only 2, not including jeans." Kat nodded at hearing her own rule for Maribel. It was the one rule she needed to follow if Maribel was to pick out her own clothes for school without the help of Kat. 

"Exactly. So let's change and come downstairs for breakfast within the next 5 minutes please." Kat said while placing a kiss along Maribel's cheek as she did Diego's. Maribel closed her bedroom door and Kat was onto her last stop. 

The door beside Maribel's was the one she didn't need to knock on. She opened it to reveal a sleeping Andres. She'd awoken him a few hours earlier to feed, change and dress him and he immediately took his 45 minute morning nap after. He was 10 months old now but resembling a toddler in more ways than 1. His skin was a burnt orange and hair an ink black. His features had become more defined too. He definitely had Alejandro's jaw structure and cheekbones. But his lips were full like Kat's and the richness of his eyes reminded her of herself too. 

Kat tried not to wake him when she lifted him out of the crib with a grunt. His cheek was flush against the curve of her shoulder and Kat unconsciously nuzzled into his neck, inhaling deeply and instantly relishing in his smell. She managed to get his travel bag for daycare and headed downstairs to meet everyone else. 

Alejandro was done eating and now sat at the dining room table holding a light conversation with Diego, but it was clear he was concentrating on putting away his food at top speed. 

Kat wandered back into the kitchen with Andres still in her arms, but Alejandro stopped her.

"Kat." He called sternly. She turned around, her heart racing at the sound of her name fleeing his perfect lips. She almost couldn't believe she was so worked up at the thought of him paying her some genuine attention. Anticipation filled her core as she turned expectantly. She deflated when she saw his outstretched arms; he only wanted Andres. Kat swallowed roughly and took the three steps closer toward him. 

Alejandro silently gazed into the profile of his son and Kat had no other option but to walk away.

*

"Today we're working on the conjugations of 'to do'." Kat explained. Her class of 5th graders took her hint that this was an important aspect of the class, and didn't hesitate to begin taking notes. Kat turned on her heel and picked up her favorite magenta chalk. She wrote the words 'To do' at the start and then faced her kids again. It felt like as soon as she opened her mouth to breathe and speak again, the bell was shutting her up. The kids scrambled for their things and Kat sighed deeply. 

She strolled around her classroom toward the wall of windows. She leaned over a desk to place two hands against the frame. She took in a breath and forced the window upwards and felt the fresh air against her clothed chest. When she turned around, she jumped and put a hand over her heart in surprise. 

Marlennys and Luis sat on the opposite side of her desk with their eyes directly on her. They laughed at frightening her and Kat feigned irritation.

"You look nice today." Luis complimented. Kat looked down on herself, completely oblivious to what she was wearing. She forgot she was wearing a new dress she bought over the weekend. It was white and sky blue with a small paisley print, a slim braided brown belt accentuated her waist. Her hair was curled loosely and sitting on her shoulders. 

"Oh, thank you." Kat replied, having a seat and rummaging in her bag for her packed lunch. She pulled out a salad she'd made consisting of various fruits and vegetables to ensure she'd be filled for the remainder of the day. 

"How did your plan work out?" Marlennys asked Luis. He didn't reply, which meant he hadn't asked. He and his girlfriend of 8 months, Diana, were hitting it off. He claimed he was going to invite her to move in permanently, but it seemed like he'd backed out. 

"I couldn't do it. There wasn't a good time—next weekend." Luis tried to convince the two women with the timbre in his voice, but it wasn't working. They were forming their own opinions.

Kat loved his girlfriend Diana. She came into the office a few times to chat with them. She looked very professional and carried herself accordingly. Diana was a dentist around town and her teeth were confirmation. She was tiny with fair skin and long brown hair. Luis couldn't keep his eyes off of her. His gaze would leave the attention of someone he was conversing with, just to watch her walk across the room. 

"Don't mess around with her Luis; she's probably waiting on you." Kat said, knowing how women hated to be in the dark about their relationship's commitment level. 

"I know." He sighed. 

"Did you see the store?" Marlennys whispered intently, completely cutting Luis off. The brightness of her eyes and the excitement in her voice had changed the room's mood immediately. Kat chuckled and gave up a knowing smile.

"Every woman in Argentina is talking about it; of course I did." Kat said, referring to the brand new 4 story department store that opened a few days ago. Kat took a step inside, struggling to stand up straight while multiple women bumped her from all angles. Their hands were full of garments that they'd found and were rushing to get in line. 

Kat did see a few things that held some interest, but the crowd made it impossible to feel comfortable. She promised herself she'd visit again when it died down. Although that meant the grand opening sale would be over. 

"We need to go soon. Just me and you—we can push women out of the way and get what we want before the sale ends." Kat smiled to herself. Marlennys probably would get them both into a catfight trying to get the last medium in a skirt. Kat brought her attention to a bored Luis. Marlennys followed her gaze and chuckled lightly. 

"Sorry Luis, we'll save it for later." Marlennys said. 

The three continued to talk about their lives in Argentina until the bell rang. Luis and Marlennys stood and collected their trash from her desk. Their daily lunch ritual was something Kat looked forward to after a long morning. Kat watched them from across her desk.

She squinted her eyes; something was different about Marlennys. 

When the two reached the door was when Kat sprang out of her seat and chased after her friend. Kat was cautious about the small children scrambling to their classrooms. Marlennys was a few feet in front of her and in the midst of turning a corner back to the office. Kat had no control over the scream that left her lips and Marlennys gave her an amusing look. 

"You're pregnant!" She bellowed neglectfully, a full out grin on her face. Marlennys confirmed her accusations by putting a hand over her laughing face in embarrassment. Kat clapped her hands happily and did a tiny jump. Eventually they made their way back to one another and Marlennys ran her hand over her little bump unconsciously. 

"Oh my goodness, when were you going to tell me?" Kat asked. She was so excited; she even ran a hand over Marlennys' belly. Her fairly loose shirt did a good job of concealing her stomach but Kat knew her best friend. She was completely glowing and especially beautiful. 

"I wanted to plan it out." The bell rang again and Kat groaned in anger.

"We can talk later." Marlennys said, telling Kat she should go back to her classroom full of kids. 

*

"He was the one who knew I was pregnant. I was taking a shower and he just ripped back the curtain, took one look at me and said 'You're pregnant'." Marlennys smiled to herself. "I didn't want to believe him, but I took the tests and I was." 

"How far along are you?" Kat asked, propping her head up with her hands.

"I'm going to the doctors next week so I'll find out then." 

"Can I come?" Kat murmured with large eyes. 

"Y—" Marlennys couldn't even get her words out before Kat began talking again.

"Never mind, that's a special moment for you and Marco; I wouldn't want to ruin it for you two." 

"Oh... Thanks. I didn't see it like that." Marlennys replied.

"I can't wait for her to come out!" Kat squealed, clasping her hands together and smiling widely. 

"Her?" Marlennys asked with an eyebrow raised. Kat's mouth dropped open as she realized what she said.

"Maybe I'm a baby whisperer; I didn't even realize I said that." She said quietly. Marlennys laughed at how serious she was. Kat was actually convincing herself that she'd somehow identified the baby's sex.

"Only time will tell." Marlennys replied. 

"I can't wait to hold it." Kat was in a daze thinking of how much she'd love the baby. Talking about kids reminded her of Andres. She glanced at the wall clock and noted it was nearing the time she needed to pick him up from daycare.

Kat didn't want to go home. She didn't want to see Alejandro.

"What's wrong?" Marlennys asked sternly. Kat's giddiness had suddenly turned into pure worry. Her eyes were glassy and pained.

"I need to get Andres." She replied, taking out her phone and glancing at her notifications for some reason. As if a magical text from her husband would appear. Marlennys snatched the phone out of her palms, causing Kat to look into her eyes.

"Start talking." Kat sighed and looked off into the distance. Marlennys patiently waited.

"Alejandro... I think he's cheating." Kat gave her friend a sullen look when she finished her sentence. Marlennys recoiled in her seat.

"What?" She spat the word in a whisper. "Kat that's ridiculous, the man is fucking crazy about you." She said honestly. Kat sighed, shaking her head as she ended the second sentence.

"He was. I can't even get him to sleep in the same bed with me." Marlennys gasped and Kat's only reaction was to crack a smile. It wasn't a humored smile; it was a failed attempt to lighten her situation. Marlennys was in disbelief while Kat was coming to terms. 

"Why do you think he's cheating of all things?" Sabrina shrugged her shoulders.

"What else could it be? It's probably someone from his job or—" 

"Kat don't assume things. You never really know until you ask. Which is what you should do. It's still a marriage and communication is needed, right?" She asked, taking Kat's hand off of her thigh and grasping it. 

"Whenever I open my mouth, he looks at me—like I'm... the most disgusting thing on Earth." Kat could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so her only reaction was to look at the wall beside her. 

"Maybe something's going on with him, you need to talk to him Kat. You don't deserve to feel like this—do you understand?" Marlennys' tone demanded she look into her eyes. "You're smart, beautiful and a great mother. Alejandro needs to know that he's hurting one of the best things in his life." Kat beamed at her friend and the motions of her cheeks caused a tear to roll down onto her face.

"I love you." Kat whispered. Marlennys took her friend into a tight hug and kissed her temple. 

"I love you too." She replied.

*

Kat ventured up the front lawn with Andres on her hip. Standing at the threshold seemed to compel her fatigue to hit her full force. Her eyes were low and all she could think of was lying down. She opened the front door to see Alejandro standing a few feet from the entrance. The look on his face was something frightening to say the least. He clenched and unclenched his chiseled jaw and his eyes were intimidating. 

Kat took cautious steps into the house and stopped before him. 

"What's wrong?" Kat asked quietly. Alejandro stepped toward the table and picked up a sheet. He practically threw it at Kat and she took a hard look at what she was seeing.

"Oh..." Was all she could reply. Alejandro took a few minutes to control his breath. Kat had never seen him so angry with her before. But lately everything regarding Alejandro was becoming a 'first', so she couldn't exactly say she was surprised. Kat took a moment to pull the paper away from her eyes and gaze up at him.

Her eyes were squinting in scrutiny at the man she'd somehow married. His brown eyes were set ablaze with hatred and directed straight for her. Kat was racking her brain of something she may have done to create this monster standing in her kitchen, but she kept coming up short. Andres spoke loud, unintelligible words in her ear and she thrusted him further up over her hip. 

"Ale—" 

"What the hell is the point of you knowing English if you aren't going to help him?" Kat parted her lips in astonishment. Her cheeks grew hot with rage. She took a certain step toward him and craned her neck to look into his eyes.

"Don't you ever, speak to me like that again." She whispered fiercely. It took so much not to scream, but she knew she'd only upset Andres and the kids if she did. "You know English just as well as I do." She handed Andres to his father and stormed off, up the flight of steps. 

She opened Diego's bedroom door to find him lying in bed with his eyes wide. Kat peeled back the covers and kicked off her shoes. She climbed into bed with him and rested her head against his. She wrapped her arm over his body and felt his steady breathing. They sat in that position for 10 minutes, until Kat spoke.

"What happened with that test Diego?" She whispered. Diego was a good student, and always came home with decent grades. 

"I wanted to play outside so I just put down answers really fast." He replied. Kat sighed and looked toward the ceiling. 

*

"Find me a brush and a hair tie please." Kat said to Maribel. She went scurrying off in her navy church dress to find the items Kat had asked for. She focused on dressing Andres on the changing table in front of her. 

She planned out his outfit of black jeans and a tan cable knit sweater. Once both items were on, she combed his curly hair down the side and planted a kiss on each of his full cheeks. Alejandro has left after saying goodbye to the kids. He'd stopped going to church with them a few weeks ago. He never gave a reason for the choice but just blamed it on work. 

Kat feared his response is she were to question him, so she just decided to let him be. It wouldn't benefit her to know what he was out doing. 

"Diego, baby please hurry up." Kat pleaded with the boy who was eating seconds of Kat's waffles, eggs and bacon. He still had on his pajamas and looked nowhere near ready to leave. Kat had to admit , he was eating as fast as he could. He just had too much to eat. 

Maribel returned to the kitchen with the items Kat had requested. She put Andres into his car seat before she instructed Maribel sit in the seat in front of her. 

"Are you excited to see your mama today?" 

The kids still visited Carmen every Sunday. Kat no longer needed to supervise the meetings but she made to stay within the area so the kids were always within quick distance. They did various things like skating, bowling, movies or dinner. But today they were visiting the Children's Museum in town. The kids were pretty excited about it, and Kat was glad. She was ready for a little break from them even if she could only shed herself of two instead of three.

*

After the church service was over, they returned home to get changed out of their church clothes. Now Kat was driving through the busy post-church traffic into the city to meet Carmen. 

She glanced into the rearview mirror just to check on the kids for a second. But instead of looking at them, she caught a glimpse of herself. It was only from the bridge of her nose up above her eyebrows but that tiny profile fragment was enough. She looked exhausted and drained of her soul.

Her brown orbs were vacant, despite all the emotions coursing behind them. 

She pulled into a parking space right beside Carmen's car. When Kat put the car in park, she unbuckled her seat belt and opened her door so that she could see the twins off. Carmen too got out of her car and met Kat at her van. 




Life with: Kat and Alejandro Ep. 03



She slid back the back door and helped them jump onto the ground safely. She bent down to meet them both face to face. A light breeze blew around them.

"Be good for me." She pulled them close into a tight hug before kissing their foreheads and releasing them to their mother. Kat stood to her full height and met Carmen's face. 

The woman refused to age. She looked just as young as an 18 year old teenager. Her jet black hair's loose wave was accentuated with moose and her full lips were cloaked in a clear glass. She was relaxed in jeans and a plain grey sweatshirt that didn't fail to display her DD breasts and cinched waist. 

Kat shifted on her feet, suddenly feeling a slight bit self conscious around her. 

"Hi Carmen." She cracked a small smile.

"Hi... We'll be done in 3 hours." Another wind, harder than the first, roused the air again. Kat nodded in response to Carmen's statement just as something caught her eye. Carmen's locks unveiled a big, full bruising hickey on her jugular vein. She and her boyfriend had broken up long ago, and maybe it was irrational but Kat was gravitating toward the thought Alejandro had something to do with the hickey.

She prayed she was wrong.



Life with: Kat and Alejandro Ep. 04



Kat was back in her car after handing the kids over to Carmen. She started the engine and cranked the AC into full blast. She was sweating bullets but it was only 70 degrees. She could feel her thoughts tiring her out and she knew she'd break down if she didn't preoccupy herself soon.

She reached into her purse on the passenger seat and felt around for her cell phone. She couldn't call Marlennys; yesterday she went to her first doctor's appointment with her husband. Kat didn't want to cast a grey cloud over their happiness. 

However her second choice was Pat. 

Regardless of everything happening between Kat and Alejandro, Kat still loved him. That fact was what kept her from telling Pat how horribly he'd been treating her. She didn't want Pat to form any negative opinions about him while she still felt so strongly for him. So she kept his attentive husband and father persona alive when Pat was involved. 

Kat dialed her number, not even bothering to find her calling card. She'd accept whatever outrageous fees her company billed her. 

"Katty Pooh, how are you my love?" Pat answered. Kat smiled, her voice instantly calming her. 

"I'm well—just dropped the kids off with Carmen so now I'm waiting around," She sighed "how're you?" 

"I'm good, missing my babies..." Soon Pat was going off on a tangent about everything she was missing back in Brooklyn. Her consistent chattering kept her mind preoccupied for a few well needed moments. 

Although after she'd gotten the kids, Kat was emotionless on her way home. Her wandering mind kept her on edge, pulling up situations and possible solutions.

* 

It'd been a week since Kat had seen Carmen and her large blemish, but the topics managed to consume her thoughts constantly. Every time Alejandro was out of her sight, unable to pay her existence no attention, she'd assume he was out enjoying the company of his ex. 

The idea of Alejandro making love and showing kindness to another woman no longer upset her to the point of tears. She was past the point of crying and asking herself what she'd done to create the monster she continuously avoided. Her robotic nature was evident the first few days. She hardly spoke to the kids and often isolated herself from her coworkers. It was a stage where she required time to think about her next step.

Once she was prepared to speak on her plans, she turned to her best friend. She and Marlennys carefully planned Kat's options when she told her about the massive assumption. If she was right about everything, she wanted her decision thoroughly considered. Kat could either pack up and take Andres or try and work it out with Alejandro. Both required large amounts of courage that Kat wasn't quite sure she was capable of. Trusting Alejandro after he'd betrayed her would be hard, but if he was willing to give his mistress up for his family, she'd try. 

Her own self value was hanging by a thread and she couldn't estimate the time it'd take for it to be rebuilt. To know that after all these years Alejandro was still attracted to the woman who birthed his first born kids would devastate her. It'd mean that for years she was living in a false sense of love. 

Kat looked over to the digital clock on the left. The empty side of the bed left a clear view of the digits and she saw it was almost 4am. She needed to be up in less than 3 hours yet her mind wouldn't spare her a second. 

She needed to talk to Alejandro. 

She opened the bedroom door and carefully padded down the hall but she couldn't help checking on the kids. She peered into Maribel's room to see her snuggled cutely into her covers and deep in her slumber. Her night light cast a pink glow across her features. Kat carefully she the door.

Diego was a different story. His sleeping style was similar to Kat's in that his limbs were spread wherever they chose to end up. He was snoring and she could smell the hint of flatulence. Kat decided not to check on Andres because he was an extremely light sleeper. She didn't want to risk messing up his streak of sleeping through the night.

It was pitched black in the hallway and she relied on her touch to get her safely down the staircase. She strolled into the living room to find the couch empty. Her core sank at the realization that Alejandro wasn't even in the house. 

Her legs were paralyzed for a few seconds while her breathing deepened and tears began to sting the back of her eyes. Any hope of trying to salvage their relationship had left her body. It was all just too much more pain than it was worth. 

If he could do this to her and their kids, he never cared to begin with. Her worst fears had come—

"What's wrong?" Kat jumped lightly. She pivoted around to see Alejandro's sturdily structured frame emerge from behind the sliding deck door. A cool breeze hit her just before he could close it entirely. She crossed her arms over her chest and took a jagged swallow—an attempt to lose the lump in her throat.

"Everything." She was mentally kicking herself. All the incentive to be stern and continue her pissed demeanor was undermined by her childish reply. It sounded as if she was on the brink of collapse.

Surprisingly, Alejandro nodded his head in agreement.

"I know." 

"Then what the fuck—" Her anger had resurfaced full force. Alejandro parted his lips to interject but Kat cut him short with a raised hand. She averted her gaze as he looked into her soft palm. "You've had countless opportunities to speak to me. Now I'm speaking." Alejandro's nostrils flared lightly as he relaxed to let her continue. 

"All this pain." Kat's emotions were finally, fully natural. Her instinctive act of repression had momentarily ended. Alejandro would feel her hurt and frustration. "I went to the grocery store last week and I saw all these beautiful women—long flowing hair, tanned skin and slender frames." 

Alejandro's brows furrowed when he saw her cheek upturn in a smile for just a second. The room's darkness and her slightly detached disposition put a bizarre feel in the air. He felt as if he was a ghost standing in front of an uninformed soliloquist. 

"I was never the type to have self esteem issues Alejandro. But these past few months I've also never felt so unattractive. Everywhere I went I was comparing myself to these women because they just might have looked like someone you'd feel was better than me. I gave up so much for you—because I loved you and I thought you loved me. But you're making it hard for me to love myself." She could feel her tears streaking her face and she frantically wiped them away. 

"Why?" She sniffled. "Why would you trap me here if you didn't want me to be —" Alejandro grabbed her wrists and threw them over his shoulders clumsily. Kat was too immersed in the affection and her emotions to do anything more than sob into his bare chest. She wept for her family, for her son and for her dignity because the status of those things were cloudy. 

"I'm sorry I've made you feel this way." Alejandro grumbled into the crown of her head as she continued to cry. His large arms were wrapped securely around her and he lightly rubbed the length of her back. He tried to find a moment where he could speak again, but her wailing was unwavering. He gave her another minute to express her bottled emotions. 

"I love you." The crying stopped abruptly. "I know I haven't been showing you that, and I'm sorry. But I'd never hurt you or my family by having an affair." 

"You aren't cheating?" Kat pulled away from him to see his eyes.

"No." She saw sincerity. Her instinctive reaction surprised herself. She thought she'd be happy to discover he was still being faithful to her, but oddly enough, that hurt more than if he were cheating. Kat raised her palm and lashed it against his jaw, leaving a sharp sound in the room and a pink mark against his yellow skin. 

Despite the force of her blow, his head stayed in place. They looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds, trying to understand one another's emotions as well as their own. 

"I deserved that." He said blandly.

"Yeah, you fucking did." Kat spat. She positioned her hands in the grooves of her back as she tried to calm down. "What is the problem then? If you aren't cheating what is going on that'd stop you from communicating with me—and loving me and your kids?"

"I never stopped loving you or the kids, don't say that." He put a bit of bass in his voice for emphasis. Kat was getting agitated.

"Alejandro, you need to start explaining your behavior, now." He ran a hand over his face exasperatedly. 

"Sit." He commanded. She looked at the couch behind her and moved toward it. She moved his throw and pillow so she could leave room for him. He sat beside her on the love seat and tried to find her eyes. 

"Promise me you'll let me say all I need to say before you start asking questions." Kat nodded in compliance and Alejandro repositioned himself to finally share all of his troubles with his wife. Kat rested her back against the arm of the sofa and watched him think. 

"My life changed very quickly—I had a wife, a baby, a new house and became the head of the paramedic department in less than a year. I got extremely stressed and then I got depressed soon after. I didn't know it was Major Depression until last week. I thought I could get through it without letting you know—" 

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Kat." He warned, lifting his gaze to stare at her menacingly. She apologized silently. "I wanted you to be there for the kids, I thought you'd be too concerned with me and then they wouldn't have anyone to depend on. I didn't want to stress you out too—you're already doing so much." 

"Can I speak now?" Alejandro nodded. 

"I don't appreciate you hiding such a big thing from me. I'm your wife. I love you and I would've been there for you. By shutting me out you only ended up hurting me instead of trying to 'protect' me." Kat didn't know if she was being selfish by complaining about her emotions or if he was selfish for hiding his. All together, she decided to shift the subject a bit.

"So why haven't you been sleeping with me?" The question's context was questionable. Kat quickly corrected herself. "I mean sleeping in the same bed with me." 

"I haven't been able to sleep. I wake up every hour. I would've disturbed you." His absence disturbed her more than his tossing would've. 

"And church Sunday mornings?" Alejandro disappeared every time she expected him to help her take the kids to service. He never told her anything about where he was going, he just left.

"I have therapy." He'd been going to therapy. 

Kat felt disconnected from her husband. He was living a life and experiencing things she had no idea about. She'd missed the beginning stages of trying to find her place within his issues as he tried to deal with them. He already had a system set up for himself and she'd be intruding if she asked to be a part of it. Maybe it'd be best to let him be.

"Oh..." She replied mechanically. She stood up and adjusted his knee length tee. "Well I guess we both have things to wake up early for tomorr—" 

"Come with me." Kat crossed and uncrossed her arms nervously. 

"T—to your therapy session?" 

"Yes... We could use it, hm?" Just as he asked, he looked up at her with a light smile. Kat, seeing a glimpse of fondness in his constantly angry eyes smiled back. 

"Yeah." She said. A tiny pause fell between them. Kat was too entranced by the sight of his teeth to depart from the conversation and the area.

"But Kat," He groaned deeply. "I really am sorry for how much I've hurt you. I promise I'll try harder." Kat hoped he meant it.

*

"Okay, Daddy and I will be back to get you from Poppop's later." Kat kissed Diego and Maribel on both cheeks before gathering them into tight hugs. It was difficult to explain why she wasn't going to church with them, but she summed it up by saying "Daddy has a doctor's appointment and wants me to go." They seemed okay with that explanation and Kat would leave it at that. She looked into the distance, toward the church doors to see Alejandro's father having a deep conversation with Andres.

Now she and Alejandro were sharing the same company in what seemed like forever. His actions toward her was no different, but Kat knew better than to think their chat would change everything immediately. Although she could admit that it hurt her a lot less to know it wasn't purposeful. 

She looked to him for a moment, longing for some affection and hoping he'd read the space between them. Her fear was that she'd rush this entire process because of her own deprivation and push him further away. For a few minutes she thought over whether laying her palm over his would irritate him or give him comfort. 

He pulled the car into a parking space and cut the engine before she could make up her mind, and she was a little grateful for the timing. Kat opened her door and straightened out her skirt.

She didn't realize that over the past month or so, she'd been trying to capture Alejandro's attention through her appearance. She'd tried new outfits down to makeup, something she had no experience with. But now that they were on better terms, she noticed just how much she'd gone out of her way and now, it was instinctual. 

She wore a long, fitted diagonally striped jersey skirt. She paired the contrasting grey and black of the skirt with a slouchy black short sleeved top that slipped off her shoulder if she wasn't careful. Her two day old curls were giving her a frizzed wave so she pulled them out of her eyes with a thick black cloth headband. 

Alejandro closed the driver's side door and walked around to the front of the car. Kat watched him approach a short staircase, noting his unintentional sex appeal. From behind she could see his shoulders poking through his navy tee and his tight ass through his plaid jeans. Kat tried to focus her thoughts.

She was moving too fast. She needed to relax if she wanted this to go her way. If she wasn't cautious she'd ruin this day for herself. As well as any opportunities he'd give her to be active in his recovery process.

She couldn't think about sex.

*

"Goodmorning Alejandro—" The therapist cut himself short when Kat came into view. "Mrs. Ortiz," He reached out his hand for her to take and nodded kindly. "Dr.Fernandez, nice to meet you." 

"Nice to meet you too." Kat replied. The doctor stepped aside and gestured for them to enter the small conference room. It was no bigger than a bedroom and had a living room feel. There was a comfy leather sofa and armchair nearby. A tall bookshelf filled to its capacity was nestled in the corner of the room with a large fern on the adjacent side, near an open window. 

Kat followed Alejandro's lead and they sat on opposite ends of the couch. She crossed her legs and clasped her hands over her knee. The doctor sat beside Alejandro in the armchair and reached for his pad on the coffee table. 

"Now, I'm not a marriage therapist but—" Kat adjusted herself in her seat before she interjected.

"Oh—I, um, I don't want to change anything about his session. I'm just here to sit in." 

"I think it'd be better if we added you." Kat swallowed roughly and looked to Alejandro. He was staring blankly at the tops of his feet and Kat parted her lips.

"Alejandro?" She called quietly, forcing him to exit his trance like state. He took his time looking at her, his eyes menacing and familiar. He averted his gaze within an instant and sighed deeply.

"I can't have you in here. I shouldn't have invited you, Kat." Her breath hitched in the back of her throat and it felt like her eyes were on fire. Kat gathered her things and silently left the room, hoping no one would notice her embarrassment. 

Kat slapped her hand over her mouth when she could feel her emotions seeping out of her body. She walked speedily through the lobby and over to the women's bathroom.

*

The doctor was put off the by huge block of tension in the room. He and Alejandro sat in silence for well over 2 minutes. Although Alejandro was so deep in thought that he hardly noticed the awkwardness. The doctor cleared his throat lightly.

"She's beautiful—you're a lucky man." Alejandro wiped his hand across his scratchy jaw. "What made you want to invite her to your session?" 

"I don't know; I wasn't thinking... I think I just wanted to please her." 

"Your intentions were well. You were considerate of her feelings and I think that's a great step for you. So what made you change your mind?" 

Alejandro was trying to control his breathing in hopes his thoughts would calm in response.

"She's not ready to hear what I think about our life. It'd hurt her even more."

"Fair enough." Dr. Fernandez wrote briefly onto his small pad, reminding himself of Alejandro's sudden compassion for his wife. 

"I should go after her..." It was a statement loaded with action but emptied by his lack of movement. He physically couldn't get himself out of his seat. Dr. Fernandez decided he'd coax him on.

"Then why don't you?" They both looked at the cracked door, as if she'd magically appear on her own to save them both the trouble.

"Because I know she's crying." The doctor would've been lying if he said this entire situation didn't make him ridiculously uncomfortable. He had a wife of his own and to see a fellow husband treating his partner with so much disregard was off-putting. He tried to factor in Alejandro's mental state and use it as justification.

"Isn't that more incentive to go after her?" Alejandro shook his head.

"I can't deal with it right now—this is why I didn't want to tell her to begin with." Dr. Fernandez wasn't a marriage counselor, so he had to heed his mind and stop himself from coaching Alejandro on matters he wasn't licensed to coach. He decided to try another approach instead. 

"Alejandro—this is from a man to a man—husband to another." Alejandro raised his gaze. "She loves you. And I know you may not feel mentally able to comfort her and reassure her; but you have to. You need her more than she needs you and you have to let her know that. I'm asking you to."

*

Kat took her soiled toilet paper ball and tossed it into the basin right beside the toilet. She sniffled lightly as she reached for the roll bolted against the linoleum white walls. The overhead light flickered momentarily as it'd been doing for the past five minutes. 

There was a small clicking by the door and Kat cursed herself for forgetting to lock it.

"Oh, someone's in here—I'll be..." She was suddenly embarrassed beyond words. She was in a public bathroom, sitting on a toilet and sulking in her own pity. She stood on her feet and tried to blink the redness out of her eyes. It was the second time Alejandro had seen her crying within 12 hours. 

She felt pathetic.

Alejandro took a few steps toward her. Kat shook her head as she retreated. 

"I'm fine." She didn't want Alejandro to get into the habit of coddling her every time she shed a tear because she was sure she'd shed plenty more. Alejandro continued his path toward her. She raised her arms to push her palms into his chest but he only used her stance to his advantage. 

He grabbed her wrists and jerked her body forward, forcing them around his abdomen. He coiled his biceps around her head as they held one another in silence.

*

Alejandro decided he'd let Kat sit in on his session and even have a segment toward the end where they were both interactive. He'd put away his apprehensiveness and share himself with his wife. He wouldn't hold anything from her but he'd be prepared for any of her reactions.

They were just finishing Alejandro's portion of the session.

"So I want you to work on that motivation exercise." It was an exercise that forced Alejandro to find at least two positive aspects of something he felt unmotivated to do. Whether it be going out on his lunch break, or going to bible study on Thursday evenings. He needed to start forcing himself to do things that he once enjoyed doing.




Life with: Kat and Alejandro Ep. 04



"Mrs. Ortiz," It was the first time Dr. Fernandez had acknowledged her in the last 45 minutes. She straightened in her seat and clasped her hands in her lap. "How're you feeling about all this new information; knowing that your husband doesn't feel the same way about his family as he once did?" 

Kat swallowed and looked transiently at Alejandro. She knew the doctor was being brutally honest on purpose—probably some method of getting the rawest of emotions out of her.

"It hurts, because I love him and our kids and..." She gestured toward Alejandro out of discomfort. "I don't understand why he doesn't see the beauty in that anymore." 

"That would be difficult to deal with, I'm sure. Do you think that incorporating you into his recovery will help him?"

"No." Her response caught everyone off guard. "I know this is something that he has to go through himself. But I want him to know that I'm supporting him. But being involved does make me feel better." 

"Better? How were you feeling before?" 

"Out of place..." She paused, not knowing which way she wanted to take her elaboration. "I thought he was cheating. But I'm definitely relieved to find he isn't."

"Are you truly relieved?" He was questioning her but Kat was questioning herself. She thought that finding Alejandro was still being faithful to her would be great news, and in the obvious way it was. She no longer had to make a huge decision that'd change her life forever. But deep inside, she was still feeling... off. She couldn't pin its origin or the cause but she knew it was unsettling. 

"... I—" She took a swallow. "No. I'm not sure why but I'm not entirely relieved." The doctor made a little note on his pad. Alejandro was still staring blankly ahead, and she wondered what he thought about all she was revealing.

"If Alejandro had been cheating, what would've been your response?" 

"It depended on what he wanted. I love my husband and I love our life, so if he gave up his mistress we would have to put in a lot of work but I'd be willing to stay. If not then Andres and I would've had to... move out." Her last two words forced Alejandro to readjust the position of his leg. 

"Which choice do you think would've been the hardest to deal with?" She thought for a second.

"Leaving; to know Alejandro would put another woman before me or that another person could stop him from wanting to love me would hurt more than anything." 

"Does it hurt you at all to know that Alejandro can stop himself from wanting to express his love for you?" That was it. To hear it spoken in words struck a chord within her. Alejandro had lost interest in Kat on his own. Another woman gave Kat a sense of inevitability. She had someone to blame for Alejandro's disinterest if there was someone in their perfect picture.

But this... was an unusual situation for her. She was questioning her self-worth even more than she'd been before.

"Yes. Sometimes—I—I'm cautious about what I can and can't say or do because I know... I could push him away even more because the problem is partially me." She felt like she was speaking a language only she could understand.

"Now, Mrs. Ortiz, Alejandro's problem is psychologic—" 

"Yes I know this. But as his wife I hold myself a little responsible for—" Kat was beginning to get frustrated with the jerkiness of this conversation. It all felt very fragmented. 

"None of what's happening to me is your fault." Alejandro told her sternly. But she knew there was things she could've done to prevent this situation.

She should've been more in control of her body and when she had Andres. If she would've waited for life to die down a bit, maybe Alejandro wouldn't have been so stressed. The wedding could've been pushed back further too, but she was just too excited by the idea of being a wife. She neglected him of sex for four months so that she could work on being a mother. She should've showed him more affect—

"Kat. Nothing is your fault." She nodded lightly, her face wound tensely with anxiety. 

"Mr. Ortiz." The doctor called for Alejandro's eyes to be focused on him while he fiercely scribbled on a small slip of paper. "I want you and your wife to take a four day trip. Somewhere close of course since you have a newborn. But I want it to be just the two of you." He ripped the slip from his clipboard and handed it to Alejandro. 

He studied the form for a few seconds and then lifted his gaze to Kat.

Today was the first day Alejandro had spoken full sentences to her all month. He'd touched her, comforted her and hurt her all in the same day. This was something she needed to get used to but at that point, she wasn't there yet. She was unsure as to whether she should initiate conversation with him or remain silent until he spoke first. It was all too foreign. 

They were nowhere near ready to take vacations together. 

So it was no surprise when she saw the pure, uncensored emotion of dread in his eyes.



Life with: Kat and Alejandro Ep. 05



Kat clasped her hands in her lap. Alejandro's driving made her nervous sometimes. Especially when something was bothering him. He'd drive as if he were the only one on the street and the car was sheathed in iron.

"If you don't want to take the vacation we don't have to. Or if you want to go alone I won't say—" 

"We're going. Both of us." Kat took a peek in his direction for the first time since they'd gotten in the car and tried to understand his emotions. He didn't seem the slightest bit angry. She couldn't quite describe what she saw in his side profile, but she knew for sure it wasn't joy.

"I'm not going to separate myself from my kids so that you can ignore me on a resort. We can do that at home." Kat could feel herself getting frustrated with his indifference. His doctor had given him a recommendation that might save their marriage—their family. And it seemed as if he was being inconvenienced. 

"Stay home and I'll take the kids so you can have time to yourself." She suggested quietly with her eyes still focused out the passenger window.

"Kat, don't say anything else about it. You and I are going." She'd given him options to avoid being in her presence for extended periods of time, but he'd passed them up. So he'd have no excuses for mistreating her on his trip; she wouldn't allow him to concoct any either.

*

The last bell of the day had rung and Kat straightened her skirt as she followed the kids out. She watched over them as they all scrambled for the buses and their parents. An ocean of navy and white uniforms all moved swiftly around her, forcing her to be cautious of her steps. 

She opened the door of the front office and shut it behind herself. There were a couple adults in the waiting room, anticipating their turn to speak to the principle. Kay greeted them quietly with a light smile. 

Marlennys chatted speedily on the phone. Kat sat in her special seat at the end of her desk. She watched as her best friend wrote information on a tablet while rubbing her poking belly. She wore a thick headband that pushed her short pixie cut out of her eyes. Kat thought it made her look so much younger. 

Within a minute or two she'd hung up the phone and pivoted her chair to face Kat. She couldn't help the smile pulling at her lips when she was awarded a perfect view of her bump. She unthinkingly leaned forward to lay a palm under her breast. 

"They really need to put someone else in here; this is a lot of work for you." Marlennys was constantly working. She was moving from one task to another every second of her workday. Handling parents, emails, phones and countless other logistics for such a large school was too much for one person but even more for someone carrying a child.

"No," Marlennys said hastily. "I'm not sharing my paychecks and bonuses with *anyone*." She feigned defensiveness. Kat chuckled nonchalantly. 

"How've you been feeling?" She remembered how scared and clueless she had been while she was pregnant with Andres. She wished she had someone available to answer her questions whenever one arose. Patricia was as helpful as she could be from so far away, but sometimes her small questions weren't worth the calling card hassle. The feeling of immediate support would've been a comfort in itself. Her goal was to be that person for Marlennys. 

"Tired. I feel like I can't sleep enough. I just want to lie in bed all day." Kat chortled while shaking her head. 

"I don't think that has anything to do with the pregnancy; that's an everyday thing for me." Marlennys snorted. 

"Well you also have 3 kids so I'm not surprised." The conversation's mood took a turn. "How're you?" 

Kat retracted her arm from her stomach and reclined in her seat with a sigh."I'm okay. Alejandro and I talked this weekend." She swallowed. "He has depression." 

Marlennys gasped quietly and then scanned the room fleetingly. She rolled her chair forward, as if everything were some confidential secret.

"What?" She asked in disbelief. If the news wasn't still so fresh to Kat, she would've laughed at her reaction. But it was the first time she'd ever said such a sentence aloud, and she was beginning to reflect. 

"Yeah. He's had it for awhile. He has a therapist too." 

"And he didn't tell you?" That was the most difficult part for her to understand too.

"No." Marlennys wore an irritated expression. She parted her lips to speak and Kat cut her short.

"Don't. I understand why he'd keep it from me." Marlennys smiled as she pouted jokingly. Kat knew she was about to rip Alejandro apart for such selfish choices. Kat didn't need to hear it; it wouldn't do her any good.

"Is he treating you better?" Kat shrugged lightly. That was a difficult question to answer.

"He isn't as cruel but it doesn't feel any better than when he was." Marlennys sighed, growing visibly agitated. Her hormonal swings were beginning to get more noticeable.

"Well, what did the therapist say? When will he be back to himself?" 

"I didn't ask. I don't want to push him. The doctor did set us up on a vacation tomorrow. I'll be on a resort all weekend." Marlennys got a little excited. Kat was somewhat excited too. She didn't care if Alejandro was uninterested in spending time with her. She deserved time to herself and she'd make sure she got it. If Alejandro didn't want to put in effort fixing their marriage, she'd spend time fixing herself. 

"Are you ready?" For some reason Kat wasn't sure what the question meant.

"Yes... He can't be much worse—" 

"No, I mean are you waxed? Manicured? Lingerie?" Kat hadn't even thought of those things. She hadn't thought about if the vacation actually served its purpose. What if he was ready to be intimate with her again? 

Her core warmed at the thought. Alejandro touching and kissing her would be as electrifying as the first time they met. Her core cooled promptly after as she tried to repress her high hopes. If it were to happen, she definitely wanted everything to be just right.

"I didn't even think about that..." She whispered mostly to herself.

Marlennys turned in her chair and collected her keys and wallet. "Well, I'll pick you up at 5:30."

*

Kat missed her kids already. Alejandro's father selflessly agreed to give up his weekend plans and take the kids to school on Monday while they were away. He seemed happy to have them but she was sure after a day or two, he'd be even happier to return them. Her kids were wonderful individually, but as a trio they could be overbearing if unprepared. 

The resort was an hour away from the house but probably 15 minutes less with Alejandro's driving. Kat decided the drive to and from the resort would be a great opportunity to get grading done. She hoped to do some the night before, but she'd underestimated how long packing for herself and the kids would take. Maribel also needed a hairstyle that would withstand 3 nights of her restless sleeping so Kat had to braid it that morning before they left. 

So far, the vacation was more stress causing than relieving. Alejandro made no effort to help other than light socializing with the kids while she made breakfast and feeding Andres a bottle Kat pumped and prepared. Kat was taken aback by just how headless-chicken like she felt. 

Although, when she got in the car and the silence of childlessness took over, she relaxed visibly. She put her newly manicured toes on the dashboard and let the sun warm her feet. She tried to pull her gladiator sunglasses off of the top of her head but the hinges got caught in one of her twists. She lowered the visor to see her reflection. 

She'd twisted her kinky coily fro into 50 large individuals sealed with a curl on the end. She knew the style would require little from her the next few days and that was exactly what she needed. She couldn't imagine spending hours detangling and styling her hair every night after long days in the ocean. So they were hanging freely at her collar.

Marlennys was excited to prepare her for her trip. They spent an entire day waxing, shopping and pampering. Kat purchased an outfit for ever day of her vacation, two new swimsuits and a lingerie set. Just thinking of the lace and indecency made her cheeks hot. It was scanty to say the least and even she knew she'd probably lack the courage to put it on. However, when Marlennys was involved, Kat fed off of her emotions and at the time of purchase, she was confident. She'd boasted about her perfect pear shape; flaring hips, tucked but not flat high set waist and full, lactating breasts which had been the perfect persuasion tactic. 

She looked at Alejandro fleetingly—trying to mentally take a picture of his profile so she could stare in her mind. 

Since she sat in on his counseling session, Kat knew she was more self-assured. Something about the experience shut off her capacity to pity herself as severely as she had. She'd hit rock bottom that day, and now there was nowhere left to move but up. Sometimes she woke up feeling beautiful and empowered, minimally concerning herself with the Alejandro's possible perceptions of her or their lives. Although sometimes she'd have setbacks—either from the start and end of the day or for five random minutes. 

Those 5 minutes were then. She wanted to reach out to him while he focused so deeply on the stretch of road ahead. Four months ago she would've laid a hand against his jaw and placed supple kisses against his stubble covered cheek. She was sure just touching him would make the ride uncomfortable for them both. So instead, she tried to concentrate on grading her papers.

*

Alejandro followed behind her as she scanned the numbers for their room. The resort was gorgeous—the cost for three nights told her before she'd visited. Their door was the last on the floor, right beside a large window seat that gave a perfect view of the ocean. Kat knew she'd be there early in the morning with a cup of coffee at least once. 

Kat inaudibly gasped when she opened the door. The hotel room resembled a luxury apartment. There was a window at least 3 feet long lining the wall from top to bottom across from the entryway. It allowed a perfect view of the beach and crystal blue waves below. They were only on the 10th floor so no one would be able to see inside. Alejandro left their bags in the dining area to look around. Kat was still in the living room, peering out the large window when he spoke. 

"You chose two rooms?" Kat turned to see his face. His thick eyebrows were pushed together inquisitively. His tone sounded somewhat bothered. Her heart beat faster. She regretted her choice to doubt him. 

He was really trying.



Life with: Kat and Alejandro Ep. 06



Kat clasped her hands in her lap. Alejandro's driving made her nervous sometimes. Especially when something was bothering him. He'd drive as if he were the only one on the street and the car was sheathed in iron.

"If you don't want to take the vacation we don't have to. Or if you want to go alone I won't say—" 

"We're going. Both of us." Kat took a peek in his direction for the first time since they'd gotten in the car and tried to understand his emotions. He didn't seem the slightest bit angry. She couldn't quite describe what she saw in his side profile, but she knew for sure it wasn't joy.

"I'm not going to separate myself from my kids so that you can ignore me on a resort. We can do that at home." Kat could feel herself getting frustrated with his indifference. His doctor had given him a recommendation that might save their marriage—their family. And it seemed as if he was being inconvenienced. 

"Stay home and I'll take the kids so you can have time to yourself." She suggested quietly with her eyes still focused out the passenger window.

"Kat, don't say anything else about it. You and I are going." She'd given him options to avoid being in her presence for extended periods of time, but he'd passed them up. So he'd have no excuses for mistreating her on his trip; she wouldn't allow him to concoct any either.

*

The last bell of the day had rung and Kat straightened her skirt as she followed the kids out. She watched over them as they all scrambled for the buses and their parents. An ocean of navy and white uniforms all moved swiftly around her, forcing her to be cautious of her steps. 

She opened the door of the front office and shut it behind herself. There were a couple adults in the waiting room, anticipating their turn to speak to the principle. Kay greeted them quietly with a light smile. 

Marlennys chatted speedily on the phone. Kat sat in her special seat at the end of her desk. She watched as her best friend wrote information on a tablet while rubbing her poking belly. She wore a thick headband that pushed her short pixie cut out of her eyes. Kat thought it made her look so much younger. 

Within a minute or two she'd hung up the phone and pivoted her chair to face Kat. She couldn't help the smile pulling at her lips when she was awarded a perfect view of her bump. She unthinkingly leaned forward to lay a palm under her breast. 

"They really need to put someone else in here; this is a lot of work for you." Marlennys was constantly working. She was moving from one task to another every second of her workday. Handling parents, emails, phones and countless other logistics for such a large school was too much for one person but even more for someone carrying a child.

"No," Marlennys said hastily. "I'm not sharing my paychecks and bonuses with *anyone*." She feigned defensiveness. Kat chuckled nonchalantly. 

"How've you been feeling?" She remembered how scared and clueless she had been while she was pregnant with Andres. She wished she had someone available to answer her questions whenever one arose. Patricia was as helpful as she could be from so far away, but sometimes her small questions weren't worth the calling card hassle. The feeling of immediate support would've been a comfort in itself. Her goal was to be that person for Marlennys. 

"Tired. I feel like I can't sleep enough. I just want to lie in bed all day." Kat chortled while shaking her head. 

"I don't think that has anything to do with the pregnancy; that's an everyday thing for me." Marlennys snorted. 

"Well you also have 3 kids so I'm not surprised." The conversation's mood took a turn. "How're you?" 

Kat retracted her arm from her stomach and reclined in her seat with a sigh."I'm okay. Alejandro and I talked this weekend." She swallowed. "He has depression." 

Marlennys gasped quietly and then scanned the room fleetingly. She rolled her chair forward, as if everything were some confidential secret.

"What?" She asked in disbelief. If the news wasn't still so fresh to Kat, she would've laughed at her reaction. But it was the first time she'd ever said such a sentence aloud, and she was beginning to reflect. 

"Yeah. He's had it for awhile. He has a therapist too." 

"And he didn't tell you?" That was the most difficult part for her to understand too.

"No." Marlennys wore an irritated expression. She parted her lips to speak and Kat cut her short.

"Don't. I understand why he'd keep it from me." Marlennys smiled as she pouted jokingly. Kat knew she was about to rip Alejandro apart for such selfish choices. Kat didn't need to hear it; it wouldn't do her any good.

"Is he treating you better?" Kat shrugged lightly. That was a difficult question to answer.

"He isn't as cruel but it doesn't feel any better than when he was." Marlennys sighed, growing visibly agitated. Her hormonal swings were beginning to get more noticeable.

"Well, what did the therapist say? When will he be back to himself?" 

"I didn't ask. I don't want to push him. The doctor did set us up on a vacation tomorrow. I'll be on a resort all weekend." Marlennys got a little excited. Kat was somewhat excited too. She didn't care if Alejandro was uninterested in spending time with her. She deserved time to herself and she'd make sure she got it. If Alejandro didn't want to put in effort fixing their marriage, she'd spend time fixing herself. 

"Are you ready?" For some reason Kat wasn't sure what the question meant.

"Yes... He can't be much worse—" 

"No, I mean are you waxed? Manicured? Lingerie?" Kat hadn't even thought of those things. She hadn't thought about if the vacation actually served its purpose. What if he was ready to be intimate with her again? 

Her core warmed at the thought. Alejandro touching and kissing her would be as electrifying as the first time they met. Her core cooled promptly after as she tried to repress her high hopes. If it were to happen, she definitely wanted everything to be just right.

"I didn't even think about that..." She whispered mostly to herself.

Marlennys turned in her chair and collected her keys and wallet. "Well, I'll pick you up at 5:30."

*

Kat missed her kids already. Alejandro's father selflessly agreed to give up his weekend plans and take the kids to school on Monday while they were away. He seemed happy to have them but she was sure after a day or two, he'd be even happier to return them. Her kids were wonderful individually, but as a trio they could be overbearing if unprepared. 

The resort was an hour away from the house but probably 15 minutes less with Alejandro's driving. Kat decided the drive to and from the resort would be a great opportunity to get grading done. She hoped to do some the night before, but she'd underestimated how long packing for herself and the kids would take. Maribel also needed a hairstyle that would withstand 3 nights of her restless sleeping so Kat had to braid it that morning before they left. 

So far, the vacation was more stress causing than relieving. Alejandro made no effort to help other than light socializing with the kids while she made breakfast and feeding Andres a bottle Kat pumped and prepared. Kat was taken aback by just how headless-chicken like she felt. 

Although, when she got in the car and the silence of childlessness took over, she relaxed visibly. She put her newly manicured toes on the dashboard and let the sun warm her feet. She tried to pull her gladiator sunglasses off of the top of her head but the hinges got caught in one of her twists. She lowered the visor to see her reflection. 

She'd twisted her kinky coily fro into 50 large individuals sealed with a curl on the end. She knew the style would require little from her the next few days and that was exactly what she needed. She couldn't imagine spending hours detangling and styling her hair every night after long days in the ocean. So they were hanging freely at her collar.

Marlennys was excited to prepare her for her trip. They spent an entire day waxing, shopping and pampering. Kat purchased an outfit for ever day of her vacation, two new swimsuits and a lingerie set. Just thinking of the lace and indecency made her cheeks hot. It was scanty to say the least and even she knew she'd probably lack the courage to put it on. However, when Marlennys was involved, Kat fed off of her emotions and at the time of purchase, she was confident. She'd boasted about her perfect pear shape; flaring hips, tucked but not flat high set waist and full, lactating breasts which had been the perfect persuasion tactic. 

She looked at Alejandro fleetingly—trying to mentally take a picture of his profile so she could stare in her mind. 

Since she sat in on his counseling session, Kat knew she was more self-assured. Something about the experience shut off her capacity to pity herself as severely as she had. She'd hit rock bottom that day, and now there was nowhere left to move but up. Sometimes she woke up feeling beautiful and empowered, minimally concerning herself with the Alejandro's possible perceptions of her or their lives. Although sometimes she'd have setbacks—either from the start and end of the day or for five random minutes. 

Those 5 minutes were then. She wanted to reach out to him while he focused so deeply on the stretch of road ahead. Four months ago she would've laid a hand against his jaw and placed supple kisses against his stubble covered cheek. She was sure just touching him would make the ride uncomfortable for them both. So instead, she tried to concentrate on grading her papers.

*

Alejandro followed behind her as she scanned the numbers for their room. The resort was gorgeous—the cost for three nights told her before she'd visited. Their door was the last on the floor, right beside a large window seat that gave a perfect view of the ocean. Kat knew she'd be there early in the morning with a cup of coffee at least once. 

Kat inaudibly gasped when she opened the door. The hotel room resembled a luxury apartment. There was a window at least 3 feet long lining the wall from top to bottom across from the entryway. It allowed a perfect view of the beach and crystal blue waves below. They were only on the 10th floor so no one would be able to see inside. Alejandro left their bags in the dining area to look around. Kat was still in the living room, peering out the large window when he spoke. 

"You chose two rooms?" Kat turned to see his face. His thick eyebrows were pushed together inquisitively. His tone sounded somewhat bothered. Her heart beat faster. She regretted her choice to doubt him. 

He was really trying. 

"Oh... yes. I just thought—" He cut her short.

"Thank you." She stared after him in disbelief. He languidly strolled into the bathroom and shut the door behind himself. Kat rolled her eyes and pivoted back to the window. This vacation was already heading down a bad road. She decided to take her luggage into her room and freshen up before she indulged in the resort and surrounding area's services. 

The bed was a queen sized 3 foot high cloud. The duvet had to be one of the softest looking things she'd ever seen. The room was a comforting burnt yellow and she was glad to have a modest sized window of her own. She had a full bathroom and small balcony. In the center of her bed was a classy page sized envelope. She opened the melted seal that was stamped with the resort's logo and revealed the glossed invitation. 

There was a welcome dinner that night. There would be food, cultural dances and performances. The presentation was so formal that she knew it would be a big event. The hotel itself gave her a feeling it didn't take itself lightly. She grew excited to dress up and enjoy herself. She thought of a possible outfit she could wear and kept coming up short. She didn't think she brought anything formal enough. Maybe she just needed a good excuse to go out and purchase even more than she had yesterday with Marlennys.

The thought of walking around a mall exhausted her more than actually doing the walking would've. She was extremely tired and knew she needed a nap before anything else. She kicked off her shoes at the foot of her bed and climbed to the plush pillows. The clock across from her read 11am. A couple hours of rest would be enough to propel her through the evening and hopefully early dawn.

Alejandro hadn't seen or heard from Kat in about an hour. He rapped on her crackled bedroom door noiselessly. When he didn't get an answer, he gently pushed it open to reveal her sprawled on top of the bed spread. Her formal invitation was open and identical to the one he had on dresser. 

He knew she'd want him to join her, but he honestly wasn't up to it. Guilt consumed him as he thought of how many times his conscious would force him to decline Kat's requests over the next few days. Knowing his wife, it wouldn't take too many of his declinations for her to just stop asking. 

He leaned against a wall adjacent to her resting frame and stared at her face. 

She was so beautiful. Her shiny twists were lying freely behind her. She held one pillow between her hands and one between her legs. Alejandro noticed the position was very similar to how she'd hold him; the pillows were his replacement. Her thigh was perched high with a 90 degree bend in her knee. She'd worn a colorful mini dress with a 3/4 sleeve and braided brown belt. Her sleeping position allowed him a perfect view of her full, almond colored thigh. He could see how smooth the skin was from where he stood. The setting sun added a special orange tint to her already bronzed hue. 

If he were healthy, the sight would've compelled him to wake her up that second. He'd make love to her as she was still trying to awaken from her nap. He'd loved to softness of her plush frame and the new post-pregnancy curves she wore so well. He'd be taking advantage of their solitude and making sure he coaxed loud orgasms out of her.

But her thigh did nothing for him then. The thought of making love to her did not arouse him. He instead abruptly cast his eyes elsewhere and tried to rid himself of the strange urge to vomit. The uneasiness he felt when he thought of any sexual act was unexplainable. He hadn't masturbated in over five months and he had no interest in doing so. He had no sex drive.

He glanced at Kat once more and left her room.

Kat awoke refreshed, and to a nearly set sun. She checked the time to see she'd slept close to four hours. She rummaged through her suitcase to find her toothbrush. 

She went to see if Alejandro would go with her to the welcome dinner. He was at the window, looking out onto the water. She approached him from the side carefully. 

"Are you going tonight?" He was silent for a second. Kat grew irritated. His faux act of consideration was insulting and just pissed her off. She knew he wouldn't go: she knew him. Even though the purpose of the vacation was to repair their marriage, she knew getting him to spend time with her would be a task she didn't know if she was going to take on.

"Just say no, damn." She mumbled right before she turned for the bathroom door.

"Kat," He called for her just before she could close and lock the door.

*

Kat spent much more time shopping than she planned. She kept coming into contact with cute things she kept convincing herself she needed. She'd purchased everything from sunglasses, clothes and makeup. She even got each of the kids souvenirs. However, she did purchase the perfect dress for the welcome dinner.

She came across a floor length dress with a high neck that tied at the nape and lead to an intricately exposed back using thin straps. It left her skin open for gazing down to the very small of her back. The colors set her deep skin with its neon pink and dark fuscia ombre at the hem. Her twists were piled at the top of her head in a neat bun. She wore light makeup with heavily glossed lips. 

She held the skirt of her dress in her hand as she maneuvered around the lobby to find the door leading to the patio. Kat finally came into view of a double glass door with a gold bow around both handles that matched the ribbon around her invitation. She opened both doors with a bit too much force and was immediately flushed with embarrassment. 

Her shopping extension put her about an hour behind schedule. She figured she was late, but not *this* late. Everyone was seated, silently listening to the person on stage. Although now, they were staring at the woman who threw open the doors during a speech. The man on stage had stopped speaking and was silently staring at Kat. Her cheeks grew hot with the unwanted attention and she raised a palm seeking forgiveness.

"I'm sorry." She whispered silently as she skipped over to the corner, conveniently beside the open bar. The speaker began speaking and she grew progressively less embarrassed.

"On behalf of my staff, I welcome you and hope to make your stay pleasant and memorable." The owner of the resort was making the speech with his thick, native accent. She had already ordered a glass of Malbec by the time he was finished. The band played famous contemporary tunes and the lead singer sounded beautiful. 

Kat could feel herself wanting to dance when she took the first sip of her 3rd glass of wine. 

She looked around from her spot at the bar. She had the strangest hunch that she was being watched. There were so many faces in the sea of vacationers that she couldn't tell if anyone was looking directly at her. Maybe she was just too drunk to keep her eyes focused long enough to notice. She figured the answer was one of the two options. 

The next song was one of Kat's favorites. It had originally been Alejandro's favorite but then she heard it so often, she couldn't help but love it too. He taught her the cultural dance "El Cuarteto" to accompany the song. Kat stepped away from the bar to see a couple performing the dance on the stage at the start of the deck.

Kat wished Alejandro had come. Hearing the song might've lifted his spirits and even urged him to dance with her. But she was instead alone and partner-less. Kat looked around the crowd, finally taking in how overwhelmingly white it was. It was the first time she'd seen so many white people in one place in almost a year. It was the first time she'd really noticed their absence. Coming from Manhattan, she was surprised she hadn't realized sooner. She pursed her lips as she mentally hypothesized how they'd spend their vacations; either on the resort or visiting resort recommended sights. Spending a destination vacation that way could leave you missing out on the true character of the Argentina. They were only receiving the commercialized version of a beautiful country. 

They wouldn't know anything about El Cuarteto either, so she'd never find a partner among them. She rested her hip against the bar that'd become her best friend, and sang the lyrics to the song nonchalantly. She assessed the crowd further out of boredom. 

Most people were sitting in the dining chairs, conversing with one another as the music played in the background. The staff looked bored, ready for their shifts to be over and wondering when people would stop wanting food. Kat looked down into her glass and noticed it was nearing empty. She looked up to capture the bartender's attention just to see her already holding another drink toward her.

Kat smiled. She was a short young woman, just barely reaching above the counter. Despite her size, she was maneuvering around the bar with purpose and ensuring everyone got their drinks without a long wait.

"Thank you, beautiful. You're making this night significantly more enjoyable" Kat lifted her drink in her direction before she took a big gulp. She folded her unoccupied arm beneath the one holding the drink, propping it up closer to her lips. 




Life with: Kat and Alejandro Ep. 06



She continued to sing the song, louder than she previously was.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Kat looked over her shoulder and toward the voice slightly behind her. She felt her lips part minimally. She momentarily forgot he'd asked her a question and gave him an obvious once over.

His hair was salt-and-peppered and neatly combed back toward his neck. His black suit was tailored to perfection and fit him like a glove. His build was lean and proportionate along his tall frame. He seemed to be as tall, if not taller, than Alejandro. His eyes were a warm mahogany and his lips were pouty. He put his hands in his pockets, revealing a rose gold Movado on his wrist only momentarily before it was covered by the fabric. 

"Hello." Her greeting was misplaced and overly sultry. She continued to look at him over her bare shoulder and he smirked before taking a small step forward. She could then see his age, which he wore well. His smile revealed handsome fine lines and a row of white teeth with the smallest gap. He had to be in his mid-fourties.

"Good evening." He was intentionally ten times more enticing than she'd been originally. His voice was deep and his accent striked her differently than Alejandro's. This man's way of talking was more languid yet his words were spoken with powerful precision. He was definitely a leader by nature. Kat straightened up.

"Oh—I'm so sorry I interrupted your speech. I know I distracted you." He was standing alongside her, but his head was turned in her direction. When she finished her sentence, he turned his head forward, in the direction of the stage with a smile pushing at his lips.

"No need to apologize." He paused, but Kat knew he would speak again. "My distraction had nothing to do with anything within your control." Kat wasn't a confident flirt while sober; alcohol had opened her up significantly more. Although she still couldn't handle him. It was like his levels of flirtation were on another planet. She was self-assured, relaxed but he still had her speechless and gushing—even after 3 full glasses of wine.

She turned toward the stage too, not knowing where to go from there. She took a sip of her wine to hide her growing smirk. 

"Dance with me." Kat directed her gaze to his upturned palm over the rim of her glass. She took two large gulps and placed her glass on the bar countertop. Her personal bartender was ready to pick up the glass and clean it with a smile. 

"She needs a raise. She is wonderful." Kat told the man just before she took his hand in hers and let him lead her toward the dance floor. On the journey, he unbuttoned his jacket. Once they got to the center of the floor, he held her hand at their side and wrapped the other tightly around her waist. Kat positioned her hand against the back of his neck, reveling in the feel of his warm, smooth skin. 

She was dancing with another man to her husband's favorite song. That had to be some form of infidelity. Not to mention the pangs of butterflies hitting the pit of her stomach every time she felt his breath against her ear. They were attracted to one another without a doubt, but the feeling of being in his arms satiated some craving she'd been setting on a backburner for far too long. 

Other people had begun to pile onto the dance floor. Seeing them had invited other couples to join them.

"I'm married." She had blurted it out without a second thought. She almost wondered if she'd meant to say it mentally instead of verbally. She waited for him to release her and look around anxiously for an upset husband in the crowd. But he didn't. He held her tighter. 

"I know." He toyed with the wedding ring on her finger as confirmation. "But you aren't happy." 

"And how do you know that?" Kat was a bit defensive. Indeed, she wasn't happy with her marriage at the moment but she made a special effort not to let that hopelessness show. She kept herself up for the gaze of strangers and made sure her attitude was always positive. He chuckled lowly in her ear.

"Because you're here, alone, looking very beautiful and in my arms." He'd whispered it in her ear, intentionally trying to conceal his lips and lower his volume. Kat gulped roughly and tried to ease her racing heart. 

The song finally changed and something softer yet still fairly upbeat played. He released her hand and placed it behind his shoulder. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat as he placed one open palm against her upper-back and the other against the very small of her back. She could feel his wide hands on her bare skin and it was invigorating. He hunched over slightly to hold her as close as he could. Her pelvis was pressed flush against his. She twisted her hips with his as he spun them in circles. 

"What's your name?" His lips were touching the space beside her ear. She focused to ensure she replied properly. Her drunkenness and his body were both playing tricks on her concentration. 

"Kat." She put both of her hands behind his head to cradle it lightly. She gently massaged his scalp and he moaned deeply yet almost inaudibly. 

"Kat, I am Franco." He repositioned his head to look down on her. His eyes were hard. "I don't want to scare you away, but within the last 25 years, I haven't wanted a woman as much as I want you."

Kat groaned and let her head fall roughly against his chest. Her drinks were doing a number on her but his words were not helping at all. She closed her eyes and let him support her weight. He held her closer.

"Are you okay?" His voice was caressing and full kind concern. 

Kat filled her lungs with air and as she let the breath go, she replied "Yes."

"I'm going to walk you to your room." Franco spoke to someone close to the stage briefly. Kat couldn't make out what he was saying, and was too lazy to lift her head to pay closer attention. Although she could hear the authority in his voice and the bass like vibrations in his chest.

He was shifting her. She opened her eyes and found herself nestled into the groove of his hip. Franco had a firm hold on her waist and used his free hand to lift the hem of her dress and gently hand it to her. Kat felt as if he were running; her feet didn't seem to be moving quickly enough. 

"Why are you walking so fast?" Her words were slurred and hushed. 

"I'm walking regularly." He said on a laugh. He pushed them through the double doors she'd come through earlier. The volume differences were astounding. The pulsating rhythms of drums were no longer rattling her brain. Franco's shoes clacked on the marble floors as he led her to one of four elevators. Someone walked by and he halted them with a touch of the arm.

"Meet me at my office in 45 minutes—find Camila and bring her too." Kat peered over the mound of Franco's chest to see who it was on his side. An employee dressed in a suit. He looked more like a manager than Franco did. 

"Yes, sir." He could barely let his eyes fall on Kat before Franco had whisked her away. She desperately wanted to know his position at the resort, but even her intoxicated self knew it wasn't her place to ask such a question.

"Do you remember what floor you're staying on?" Kat was mortified to realize she didn't. She had no idea how to get to her room. Franco sensed her worry and tried to calm her. "It's alright, I'll find out. Relax." He guided her toward the front desk where she'd checked in just a few hours earlier. 

The same man, who'd checked her in with her husband, was giving her an uninterruptable look as she lay in the arms of his superior. Her cheeks were hot with embarrassment. She cast her gaze downward to avoid him.

"Someone with the name Kat checked in today, what room is it?" 

He vigorously typed on the keyboard and did a few scrolls.

"1015" She was on the 10th floor. After hearing the digits, she wondered how she could've forgotten. Franco shuffled her back toward the elevators and pressed the button. They waited in silence. 

The elevator doors opened and they stepped on. He let Kat lean against the wall and he pressed her floor. As the doors closed, he turned to her. He reached for her hands as he took his position directly in front of her. His cologne was soft, warm and with her best guess; expensive. 

"Kat, I know you're married. But I want to spend as much time with you as you'd allow. Is that okay?" Kat nodded lightly, her lips parted and her eyes glassed over. The dinging noise of floors they were passing faded into the background. "I also want to kiss you. Very badly." 

Kat didn't remember when her mind agreed to nod in agreement, but she did. Franco wasn't moving swiftly enough. Kat sprung up on the tops of her toes and placed both palms on his cheeks. She kissed him hard, with the built up passion she'd been harboring for months. Franco was experiencing it. A man she'd just met was swallowing all of the loving she'd been praying to give to her husband. 

Franco flimsily swung his arms behind himself to hit the elevator's break. The dinging stopped and the sound of their flesh and saliva meeting took its place. Franco wrapped Kat's body in his arms, pulling her upward and closer to his lips. Kat's feet were just barely touching the ground. 

His lips were so supple. She couldn't remember the last time she'd kissed like this. Franco slipped his smooth tongue into her mouth and caressed hers. Kat pressed his head as close to hers as she could, hoping to get even more of his mouth into her own. Franco gently pushed her back against the wall of the elevator. Kat's bare back was flat alongside the cold metal, only adding to the pleasure of the kiss. He held her lips to his but reached down to rub her calves and lift her dress mid-thigh. He was then able to grip the backs of her knees and wrap them around his waist. 

Her head was now level with his and her feet pressed into his backside. Franco rubbed her full, waxed legs and followed the trail up to her lace thong. His hands gripped around the material roughly, allowing her scorching flesh to fill his palms. He grew irritated with the cloth and reached under the hip-band to delve his fingers into the crack of her ass. Kat moaned when the pad of his finger briefly came into contact with her pussy lips.

Kat could feel herself moistening and the guilt followed soon after. She stopped kissing him and unhooked her legs from around his hips. Although Franco held her until she was safely on the ground. Kat took a step away from his body. She intentionally looked everywhere but at his eyes. Franco read her face and sighed. He filled the space she created and kissed her neck lightly as he adjusted the bulge in her dress where it got caught in the string of her thong. 

Franco turned toward the elevator's doors and continued the journey to the 10th floor. He fixed himself in his pants as Kat watched from behind.

She felt nauseous. She was ruining her marriage and the lives of her children. She couldn't risk all of that for short lived pleasure. Kat took a breath before she stepped off of the elevator—unsteadily but still standing.

"Maybe I should walk with you—" Kat replied immediately.

"No." She used the wall to help get her to the end of the hall. She was slow, partially because the walls were distorting and because she needed time to prepare herself to see Alejandro. She heard the elevator doors close behind her.

A few seconds later, she heard them open again. He placed a hand on her back.

"Sweetheart, I know you love your husband. I don't want to change that for you. But I do want the chance to make you happy." Kat kept walking, her eyes transfixed on the window seat right beside her door. Franco was right beside her. He paused momentarily. More so to himself, he said "I shouldn't have even kissed you while you were so drunk." Kat looked at his face to see he wore an expression of agitation. He outstretched his arm to keep her still.

"Please look at me." He asked gently. Kat reluctantly did. "I'd invite you to my suite if you weren't so intoxicated. I want nothing more than to lay you down in bed and spend time with you the next morning. I'll let you decide tomorrow, when you're capable of deciding. Goodnight." He kissed her evenly on her forehead and disappeared behind her. 

Kat opened the hotel door at a snail's pace, feeling like a teenager who'd snuck out after curfew. Only a light in the kitchen was on and she checked to see if Alejandro was there. He wasn't, but the microwave timer read it was close to two in the morning. 

The blinds were open and the moon cast a glow into the living room. She could make out Alejandro's frame on the couch, sitting in darkness and silence. Kat approached him cautiously.

"Honey? Are you awake?" She couldn't tell on her own.

"Yes, I'm up." He stood with a groan and walked toward his bedroom door. "I just wanted to make sure you got in okay. Goodnight." Kat grew panicked. 

She desperately wanted him. She needed him. "Wait." Kat approached him in the dark, stumbling over her feet a little on the way. Alejandro was statuesque, barely moving. She laid a hand against his bare chest and delicately rubbed his skin in circular patterns.

"Please." She whispered. He knew what she wanted. He waited a few seconds to reply. 

"I can't." Kat could feel stinging at the back of her eyes. 

"Please, Alejandro." Begging. She was begging her husband to express his love for her. 

"I'm sorry." He clasped her hand and lowered it to her side. She stood in place as he walked into his bedroom and the door closed with a click. Kat robotically went to her own room, stripped to her underwear and jumped into bed. 

The moon met her skin and she looked down on herself. She tried to imagine someone in between the meeting of her thighs, eager to pleasure her. She put her fingers between her slippery folds and moaned at the feel of her soaking clit. 

She gently stroked her puckered bud, shuddering when she rubbed it with a bit of pressure. Soon she built up a rhythm and shut her lids to let her imagination guide her to climax. Her left hand reached to pull her taut nipple. 

Her thoughts were vague; someone was kissing her but their face was unrecognizable. They were rubbing and massaging her lower half from above. Suddenly, her clit was probed by the smooth tip and a large dick. It slipped up and down the length of her slit. Then it was pushing at her entrance, forcing her to open and receive his width.

She moaned as he bottomed out inside her. Their pelvises were snug against one another. They began thrusting harder, rapidly building momentum and forcing her breasts upward with each stroke. She looked between her thighs to see him disappearing deep inside her. 

Kat followed the structure until she met her husband's profile.

She climaxed around him mentally, but on her own fingers in actuality. When her high fell, she flipped herself onto her stomach and nuzzled up to her pillow. 

She tried to hold it, but her wailing came full force. She sobbed until her exhaustion consumed her.



Life with: Kiana and Sawyer Ep. 02



"Sawyer, I know you hate shopping but I cannot listen to you complain." Kiana was browsing through a rack of clothes when she'd come to the conclusion that she was done with Sawyer. The humorous part about the situation was that she was shopping for him. He had begun his stream of whining after the 15th minute of being in the large shopping mall. Kiana was ready to buy her family a good amount of new clothes for the approaching cold weather, so she had both of her girls securely attached to her in cloth slings. Savannah faced Kiana's chest and was pretty close to falling asleep. She could see her mass of tight blond coils when she checked price tags. But Sydney's cheek was plastered against her mother's back and Kiana was almost certain she was already unconscious. It was a part of Kiana's plan to deprive them of their naps so that they'd be exhausted while she shopped. 

Both of her girls were very quiet 6 month old babies. They only cried when they were truly upset and that was when Kiana stopped whatever she was doing to get them quiet again. They were healthy—according to their pediatrician they were too healthy. Their weights were over the 75th percentile in relation to infants their own age. It was difficult not to overfeed them because they had their mother's appetite. She could never quite tell if they were still hungry or just being greedy. 

"I'm going to Best Buy." Kiana sighed in relief when she heard his footsteps retreating.

"I'll meet you there in an hour." Kiana was finally at peace and could shift through the Old Navy shelf without hearing a small groan of displeasure every few minutes. 

After a half an hour, Kiana had a few things in her basket for Sawyer. She hadn't come across anything else, so she began her voyage to the register. 

Her marriage hadn't changed much at all. Their relationship was still a huge battle of egos and opinions that usually led to arguments that deserved to be in some sort of record book. But over the past 10 years, they learned to forget their differences after a few days of ignoring one another. It wouldn't seem like the best solution to someone who was in a more typical relationship, but it was what worked for them. Janelle always questioned the wellbeing of their bond and Kiana always reassured her it was fine. They fought often and forcefully, but they had more than enough respect for one another not to let it go too far. 

*

Kiana got a few things for herself from Anthropologie and Forever 21 and spent too much money in The Children's Place. After well over an hour of efficient shopping, she was ready to go home. Her girls were weighing her down and she knew her ankles were swelling in her Sperry's. She waddled her way through the crowded mall and managed to get to Best Buy. She anticipated the moment where Sawyer would relieve her of her bags and at least one of the girls.

The Best Buy store was hectic; it was 6:00 in the evening on a Saturday. There were people all over the place and she groaned at the thought of trying to find her husband. He could've been anywhere because all electronics captured his attention. He loved examining printers as much as the 60 inch TVs. Kiana lulled Savannah back to sleep by smoothing a hand down her back and under her bottom a few times. The noise of people chattering was stirring her a bit and Kiana was not ready to deal with her crankiness. 

She strolled down each aisle, occasionally gazing at what the store had to offer before deciding that she didn't need it. When she'd been walking for what she felt was quite awhile she started to get agitated. She juggled with her bags so she could unzip her wristlet and get out her cell phone. Just as she unlocked it and prepared to start finding his number, her attention was drawn elsewhere. 

"I have 9 bladed diaphragms on my Nikon." Sawyer was trying to convince someone of something, somewhere. Kiana looked around, searching for a body to match the voice. She turned behind her to catch a glimpse of him over a shelf. She'd managed to stand a bit to his right, so there was a small chance he could see her but his focus was already preoccupied so Kiana was free to ogle. 

She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The common feeling of being challenged put adrenaline in her veins. 

"Okay, I get that but would you really be able to see the difference in 8 versus 9? Cannons have anti-reflection glass over their LCDs." Kiana had to stop herself from snarling at the girl. She leaned against a shelf in front of Sawyer while he looked at some sort of camera. She watched him examine it, with a small smile pressing at her lips from their little debate. Sawyer took a reflective pause before lifting his eyes to smirk at her, basically agreeing with her rebuttal. The two laughed in synchrony before he returned his attention back to the display. 

She was probably a few inches over 5 feet. Her black pants were clinging to her body and her Best Buy uniform polo was a size too small. Kiana could see she was making it a special task to have her full breasts noticeable. 

He's an ass man. Kiana thought to herself, fighting back a snarl. She watched the woman flip an artificially red lock of hair over her shoulder before leaning closer to Sawyer. They both looked at something on the screen before she reached out to point toward a feature. Their voices grew quieter when she moved closer so Kiana couldn't really hear them.

Sawyer's thick brows were pushed together while inspecting the unfamiliar screen. His blond feather light neck length hair fell in his eyes but he ignored them, too immersed in whatever the girl was whispering to him. His muscled famed looked lean when he lifted the camera to his eye.

He was relaxed in a plain grey long sleeve sweatshirt and ink black jeans. He and Kiana both decided to wear their boat shoes while running errands. He adjusted the lens expertly with her prattle consistent in his ear. Kiana tried to look preoccupied, in case he decided to look in her direction; she didn't want to be gawking at them from across the store. 

Kiana wasn't sure if she should approach them or not. On one hand, Kiana didn't know anything about cameras. So he might be having fun exchanging knowledge about the topic with someone else. She wouldn't want to mess that up. But on another note, she was pissed. It was clear the girl was flirting with him and it almost seemed as if he was responding to it. 

She trusted Sawyer, regardless of her jealousy. 

Just as she was beginning to walk away, another rupture of laughter came from their direction. Kiana changed her path and headed for the cackling couple. She approached Sawyer from behind and positioned herself on his right. He was still staring at the screen when she approached. 

Kiana desperately wanted to lean against the table and relax for a moment, but the children strapped to her made it impossible. She settled for resting a hand against the surface and she leaned into it as much as she could. 

"You can also—"The woman on his left of course doubted any association between Kiana and Sawyer, so she continued to talk with him about the camera. But Sawyer's head turned to his wife with a sly smile that forced his smoldering grey eyes to gleam. Kiana's expression was grave and it only seemed to amuse him more. 

"Tired?" His sales professional was cut short by Sawyer's sudden lack of attention. The woman peered around his body to lay her eyes on Kiana. She looked to Sawyer once more for confirmation that he'd fathered the children Kiana held before she looked back at the interruption. Kiana, never one to back down, returned her glare. Sawyer shifted on his feet and purposefully broke her line of vision. He snorted before he put down the camera for the first time in 10 minutes. He reached for Savannah and expertly took her out of the sling. 

He turned his head to the woman behind him, not wanting to be rude. "Thank you Nina, you were very helpful." The girl nervously pushed hair behind her ear before backing away from the table without a word. Kiana outstretched her hand so that Sawyer could take her bags. 

"I'll get Sydney too." Kiana turned around so that he could alleviate her of the second sleeping girl. She could immediately tell the difference and felt much less restriction. She glanced back at Sawyer to make sure he held them securely. Sydney and Savannah were still both sound asleep. Sawyer held them on his shoulder with each of his hands firmly against their lower back. Kiana led the way and knit through all the busy shoppers. 

They were still inside the mall so they needed to walk through it to get to their parking section. 

Sawyer immediately noticed Kiana's quiet mood and aching limp.

"You want to sit down for a minute?" He asked, looking down on her. He could only see the huge mass of curls she piled on her crown and her flat brown upturned nose. 

"No, I just want to go home." She murmured quietly. They found their exit and walked down the parking lot to their car. 

It had been a nice fall day with light clouds and some sun, but the evening grew a little chillier. 

"After 11 years, we're still getting jealous?" Sawyer was finally acknowledging the death stare Kiana had given the girl and her touchy attitude. He had to suppress any sort of enjoyment because it'd only turn the comment into a portal for an extensive argument. 

"Yeah, well women are still flirting with married men so why not." 

"You don't trust me?" Kiana rolled her eyes at no one in particular before turning her head to look up at Sawyer. 

"Of course I do." She replied tiredly. "It still bothers me." They finally approached their midsized SUV. As soon as Kiana found out she was having twins, she got rid of her sleek, cute two door car and opted for one more family friendly. Sawyer still had his Volkswagen so they traded often. When one of them was traveling with the girls, they'd use the larger car. Kiana was thankful for the system they had because she couldn't imagine transporting them in a tiny car. 

Kiana and Sawyer approached the backseat door and she opened it for him. He handed Sydney to her mother while he climbed into the car to get Savannah settled in her seat on the opposite side. 

Kiana watched his taut bottom sit high in the air while he focused on the buckles. She didn't have a clear view of his face but she could see that he was focused. A few jerking motions of his arms signaled that he was testing the straps for security. When he climbed out, he outstretched his hands for Sydney. Kiana walked around to the passenger side door and got inside. Relief of finally being off of her feet evoked a massive sigh to fill the car. She kicked off her shoes, crossed her legs and was in the midst of reaching for the seatbelt when her car door reopened. 

Sawyer appeared with a slight grin that forced only one of his cheeks to raise. Kiana wasn't quite in the mood for any of his games—she was worn-out and agitated. Although knowing him, trying to explain that would only push him to further rouse her. She gave him a bland yet expectant expression; trying to convey her short level of tolerance. 

"I really—" She was just about to protest when he'd leaned into the car. One of his hands spread against the base of her neck, adding a little pressure to push her in his direction but for the most part, he did much of the leaning. Kiana let her eyes shut delicately as Sawyer kissed her for the first time all day. His opposite hand gently ran up her folded thigh a few times. 

His burst of affection only seemed to last for 2 seconds before he'd began pulling away. Kiana purred out a tiny accidental noise of unhappiness when he did. With a face stone cold, he bore into her with his piercing orbs. 

"Tell me you love me." Kiana was taken aback by the hint of dominance in his tone. 

It wasn't as if she hadn't heard it before but it never came after such a lovely kiss.

"I love you." He voice was cautious and timid, as if trying to see what the words would cause him to do next. But against her predictions, his face softened and he returned to her lips for another tiny peck. 

"Good." He reached for her seatbelt and effortlessly strapped her in. "I love you too." He ended the sentence by closing the passenger side door, leaving Kiana dazed and slightly turned on.

*

"Kiana, Naomi is asking for you." Kiana furrowed her brows before she put down her towel. 

Kiana's dancing had morphed into a dependent mean of stress relief. She couldn't give it up but it definitely couldn't become her three times a week ritual. So instead she joined an older group of women every Saturday night. The good thing about the meetings was that it didn't need to be religious. When she was too consumed with grading research papers or caring for her family, she could opt out of going for the week and not miss anything. Each session was completely new material and just served as a way for women with talent to do what they love without the emphasis on commitment. 

Their lesson was a few minutes from beginning and she was dressed in her leggings and tee-shirt. She whirled through the locker room to get to Naomi's office. She rapped on the frame twice before opening it.

Naomi hadn't aged much since Kiana first joined her dance company. She was nearing her 40's and still looked as if she were merely 30. Her flawless almond skin was radiant and her short black bob style shined healthily. 

"Hey Key," She rustled through some papers in search of something specific. When she found what she was looking for, she held it out to Kiana. It was a tiny letter with only her name written on the front, so someone had brought it to the dance studio in person.

"Who's it from?" Kiana asked Naomi, a little scared to pull back the opening. Naomi shrugged her shoulders before she spoke. 

"My assistant just said a man came in and requested it be given to you." Naomi put on her headband and stepped around Kiana to give her privacy with the letter. 

Once she was alone in the room and could only hear her own labored breathing, she carefully opened the paper. 

"Hi Kiana, it's Richard." That was as far as she could go before she took had to rest her weight against the wall adjacent to her. 

"I've been thinking about my family lately—you and Sawyer in particular. I hope Sawyer hasn't fucked up, and you two are still together. I'm also hoping you're a Wolfe. A lot has changed for me and I'm interested in knowing what you've been doing too. Give me a call sometime or write me back." Kiana knew he was clean. Something about the letter had her almost certain that he was doing better. He had a phone number and address written at the bottom of the page. The idea of catching up with him after over 10 years excited her. She hadn't even heard his news but she was already excited for him.

*

Kiana sat in the parking lot of her dance studio. The session was over and Kiana immediately wanted to speak to Richard. She rummaged through her dance bag in search for her phone and the letter. Once she had both, she dialed the number that Richard put at the end of his note. 

The phone rang a few times but he answered fairly quickly. Kiana's heart sped up at the small click on the other line. 

"Hello?' Kiana fiddled with the hem of her jacket. Her dashboard lit up the car but her radio was off. 

"H—Hi Richard. It's Kiana." Richard's intonation jumped five notches and Kiana jumped a little in her seat. 

"Kiana! How you doin'?! What's been going on?!" Kiana unconsciously put a hand against her chest before laughing lightly. His enthusiasm and friendly dialect warmed her heart. It was one thing she really valued in him. His optimism and constant upbeat attitude.

"I'm great,--" How would she tell him that she and Sawyer were now married, with two kids? She didn't want to make him feel left out or detached, but there was honestly no way to avoid it. She couldn't feel bad that he wasn't in the right position to be involved. That had nothing to do with her.

"Sawyer—We... um," She swallowed roughly, "Sawyer and I got married. " Kiana chirped out a yelp when Richard bellowed in her ear. It was a howling cheer that sounded like something a person would do when their team scored points during the last 5 seconds at a basketball game. She laughed heftily in his ear as her worries ceased. She should've known Richard would be happy for them.

"Thank God he didn't let you go; I was so worried he'd run you off." Kiana was anxious to tell him more news. 

"I don't know; I think I was just as capable of running him off. Oh, and you're a grandpa too." Contrasting with his previous sentiments, Richard was silent on the other line. Kiana's brow furrowed nervously. After an extended pause on both ends, she decided to speak. "Richard?" After she called for him, a rough sniffle filled the receiver. Kiana cackled admiringly.

"Don't cry." She replied on a light laugh, somewhat hushed. She could hear rustling in her ear and she patiently waited for him collect himself. 

"I always thought," He sniffled again. "Sawyer would never know how it felt to be loved or learn to love another person. He was just so... cold and mean. I blamed myself for that because I never showed him what it felt like to have someone care, and how important it was to experience that in life. I stopped his mother from showing him the affection he deserved because she was so worried about me. But I was too fucking high to care." Frustration was heavy in his voice. But soon he sighed and started again. "He just thought that no one in the world had anything to offer him. But over the years I would pray that you'd be what it took to open him up. I wanted you to make him feel how powerful and important love was." Kiana could feel her own tears surfacing. 

She and Sawyer had definitely been through a lot. Their relationship started as blooming fragments of unplaced emotions and guards as high as skyscrapers. Sawyer was defensive yet undoubtedly loving toward her at times while she was focused, frustrated and bitter. But it took Sawyer to wear her down and she did the same for him. After that rough transitional process was complete, it was certain they'd never find another person like the other. They had essentially molded each other to be the 'perfect' spouse.

"Well, I definitely love him." Kiana confessed, remembering when she had such a hard time coming to terms with the idea. Now it was the most factual thing she knew. 

"And I sure as hell know he loves you." The both laughed. "So what is my grandbaby's name?" Kiana snorted.

"Grandbabies—we had twins." 

"You're shittin' me!" His yelling arose again, and Kiana had to pull her phone away from her ears for just a second to spare her eardrums. 

"Nope, Sydney and Savannah. They'll be 7 months in 2 weeks." 

"I know they're beautiful—just like they're mama." Kiana smiled bashfully. 

"Thank you." Kiana shifted in her seat; she couldn't disregard her angst any longer. "How are you doing, Richard?" They both knew what her question was getting at. 

A small beep on her line drew her attention before he could answer. Annoyed by the disturbance, she looked at the caller waiting on hold. It was Sawyer. Fearing something was wrong with the girls, she stopped Richard mid-sentence. 

"Hold on, Sawyer is calling—give me one second." She hastily clicked over. Kiana was taken aback by all the wailing coming from his line. 

"Kiana, where are you?" Sawyer sounded strained, tired and defeated. 

"I'm on my way in like 10 minutes, what's wrong?" She had to practically scream the question because she doubted he'd be able to hear her. 

"I can't get them down." Kiana smiled, Sawyer was still trying to get the hang of taking care of the girls on his own. It was especially difficult for him to get them to bed without her, considering they needed to eat, be changed and get baths too. 




Life with: Kiana and Sawyer Ep. 02



"Okay, I'll be home soon." She glanced at the clock; it was a little past 9:30. She could only imagine how tired the babies were since their bed times are typically 7 if they've had their naps throughout the day. But they were awake all day long. She clicked back over to Richard.

"Hello?" 

"Yeah I'm here." He replied. Kiana relaxed in her seat before glancing at the clock again.

"Okay, I need to get home and help Sawyer put the girls down. He doesn't know what he's doing." Richard snorted quietly. "But I really want to meet up with you and talk some more. Maybe introduce you to the girls."

"No, you need to talk to Sawyer about it first. I don't want to cause any problems between you two." Kiana's face grew solemn. 

"Richard I can meet with whoever I want." Richard's attitude contrasted with Kiana's demeanor when he began to laugh heftily. 

"I forgot you two were the same person. Look—just don't argue with him too much." Kiana promised herself she'd try not to, although she was almost certain she'd be breaking the promise just as fast as she'd made it. 

*

Kiana closed Sydney's bedroom door before scanning the hall for Sawyer. She glanced around their new four bedroom home to find herself alone. It was a moderate size which was what Kiana wanted. She hated huge, spacious homes because it took away from the homeliness that she loved. It was located between their daycare and both of their jobs. The neighborhood was bland and had a futuristic 'IKEA' look but Kiana was trying to fight against that by decorating the interior using warm tones. 

She headed to the master bedroom and saw that the bathroom light was on. She walked toward it carefully to find that Sawyer was dressed for bed and brushing his teeth. Kiana approached him from behind and ran her hands against the broad surface of his upper back. Her fingers skimmed the ridges where his muscles and freckles lay. He continued his preparation process while basking in his wife's affection. Kiana carefully wrapped her arms around him and pressed her cheek flush against his skin. Her hands idly brushed the platinum blond hair on his chest before running over his hardening nipples. 

Kiana parted her lips to speak but decided against it. If she was going to bring up the topic of Richard, she'd need to relish this moment a little longer because the argument they were about to have would undermine its affects.

"I spoke to Richard." Kiana could feel his warm, soft body turning rigid and scorching her cheek. He tightened his grip around the towel in his hand.

"What?" He peeled her arms off of his body before turning around to face her. 

Kiana really didn't feel like arguing. 

"I want to see him and I want him to meet the girls." Sawyer laughed cruelly before wiping his mouth of water and sauntering out of the large bathroom. Kiana padded behind him slowly, waiting for what he'd say next. 

"You're out of your mind. You aren't going." The hair on the back of Kiana's neck stood tall. She lifted her eyes to him while her head sat a little downturned. The position allowed her the most menacing glare. 

"What?" She stepped closer, asking him to challenge her. But of course he would soak up her invitation. "Sawyer, if I want to meet your father everyday for the rest of my life—I could do it. You understand that right?" She asked him seriously. She crossed her arms below her breast and looked him securely in the eyes. He slowly began to crack a devious smile. 

"Whatever you say." Kiana had been working on controlling her anger during their disagreements, but it seemed to be getting worse. His sarcasm and slyness made her beyond furious and she sometimes had to stop herself from screaming at him.

"Good, because I'm meeting him tomorrow. You can come if you want." She started walking away and heading for the bathroom to take a shower. She knew Sawyer was heated; his silence told her so. So she wasn't surprised when he'd started up again from behind her. 

"Why do you even put this much effort into him? He isn't shit Kiana. He will never be shit but you feel so strongly for him—why?" 

"Because I want my girls to have a grand—someone. I never had one and you never had one so I'm not going to give up that lifetime experience because you're holding onto the past. I'm going to see where your dad's head is at and go from there." 

"I wish they could have that experience too, but we aren't desperate. Richard is in no position to be active in anyone's life so I'm not settling on him because he's the only one left." Kiana had to admit; that was harsh. Not that it was insulting or disrespectful, but something about it stung her core. It wasn't anything serious and Kiana thought her expression was unchanged. 

"Hey, I'm sorry." Sawyer shook his head out of frustration with himself. "That was insensitive." Kiana saw his guard soften and she used her opportunity.

"How do you know that? You haven't spoken to him in 10 years. He could've gotten himself together." Sawyer sat on his side of the bed. Kiana watched him contemplate the situation at hand.

Kiana was quite astonished; the conversation didn't go nearly as bad as she thought. She was almost certain it had something to do with how worn out he was. 

"I'm going with you." 

*

"Baby, can you look a little less pissed?" Kiana whispered while they approached the diner's entrance. Sawyer balanced Savannah on his arm while he opened the door for Kiana and Sydney. 

Richard agreed to meet Kiana and Sawyer at a restaurant in town. So after work, they both headed over to meet up with him. Sawyer had been very quiet on the way over and it made Kiana nervous. 

Kiana could spot Richard at once. He was facing toward them with his eyes fixated on a newspaper. His brown hair was cut short and styled. She could tell he'd put extra care into his appearance for them. His beard was tamed into a neat chinstrap that led to a moustache. When she and Sawyer reached him, he lifted his captivating grey eyes and replicated Kiana's large beam. He stood to hug her without saying a word.

He smelled of cigarettes and beer, but a typical 65 year old man nonetheless. His slender frame was reassuring and comforting. When the two pulled away, Richard's eyes moved toward Sydney. The baby looked at her grandfather inquisitively. She had just woken up from a quick nap so her big eyes were groggy while she mimicked the expression of her father. 

"She's beautiful—which one is this?" Richard asked, flashing a quick glance at Kiana. 

"Sydney." Kiana looked down and inched her forward, testing her reaction to the unfamiliar man. Surprisingly, she wasn't frowning her face up in preparation to begin crying so Richard outstretched his hands and held his granddaughter for the first time. 

Kiana couldn't help but smile. Richard was skilled in handling her which surprised Kiana. He held her in a way that allowed the comforting view of her mother. Sydney looked absolutely livid—eyebrows cast downward and her full lips pressed into a firm line. But she was completely fine and calm. Kiana sat beside Sawyer and his attention lay on the menu in front of him. He hadn't even acknowledged his father's presence and that ticked Kiana off. She stared at him in silence, with her lips pursed.

Eventually he knew that she was waiting on him. Without a glance in her direction, he looked up from the menu and stared his father in the eyes.

"Hello." Kiana rolled her eyes fiercely before taking an exaggerated sigh. Sawyer was acting like a little kid.

"Hi Sawyer." Kiana wasn't satisfied with her husband's greeting and her expression said just that. She looked up to Richard for a moment. His face was persuading her to let it go and trying to convince her that he was okay with his son's behavior. Although that wasn't enough for Kiana.

"I didn't ask you to come with me so you have no reason to be rude—" 

"Kiana, it's alright." Richard warned her. The last thing he wanted was to cause tension between them. Sawyer kept his eyes occupied as if she hadn't spoken. Kiana decided to collect herself. 

"How are you doing?—You look great." Kiana said with a small beam but her previous emotions were still evident.

"I've been clean for 2 years now and I forgot how good it felt to be healthy. I feel good." Richard's reply was modest and his tone sincere. Kiana could tell he'd gone through a lot to be where he was today. 

"That's great news." Kiana clasped her hands over the table between them. "So are you working?" 

"Well, a friend of mine has a handy company. He gave me a job and I split rent with another one of the workers." Kiana was so happy Sawyer was here to witness all the progress his father was making. It was more than obvious that he was doing better and for that she was glad. 

"I'm really happy for you." Just then a waitress approached them. She took down their drinks before sauntering away to get them. 

"What're you doing now?" Richard asked while repositioning Sydney in his arms. She was happily facing the table with her little arms clawing out to grab a fork.

"I teach psychology at Brown." It was wonderful working at such a beautiful school full of talented kids that were eager to learn. She had a hard time fitting in with the staff because she was a bit young for a professor, but she didn't let it get to her. 

"That's a nice ass school." Richard's attention deviated to Sydney. Kiana had put her curly brown hair into 2 tiny ponytails. She wore a plain red long-sleeved onesie with dark jeans. The front of the top was drenched in drool. 

"She's so cute." Richard said, smiling at her yet talking to Kiana. 

Kiana decided to order a salad while Richard and Sawyer both ordered fat filled entrees. The conversation consisted of only Kiana and Richard, which was what Kiana expected. They spoke of various topics about their lives and Kiana marveled in her father's humble demeanor. His way of talking to her made her feel as if they were best friends just catching up as they normally did. They were just in the midst of talking about Kiana's dancing when Richard wound up his face.

Kiana had to fight back a burst of laughter. He looked mildly confused yet entirely disgusted. She looked to Sydney and saw that she was wearing her 'pooping' face. It was a rigid expression with minimal moving. Her gigantic eyes blinked slowly and her mouth was parted lightly. Kiana wiped her mouth with her napkin before standing up to reach for her. 

"I was getting worried; she hasn't pooed all day." Kiana said. She bent down to grab the diaper bag off of the back of her chair across from her. Once it was over her shoulder she outstretched her arms for Savannah. Sawyer handed the halfway sleeping girl over to her mother.

Sawyer was always astounded by Kiana. She had gotten the hang of motherhood all by herself. She could do things that he wouldn't expect a mother of 3 to do be capable of. 

She had her arm between both of the girls' legs so their bottoms sat in the crook of her elbow while their heads were securely in the palms of her hands. 

"You need help?" Sawyer asked. Kiana shook her head as she began to walk away.

"No, I'm fine. I'm probably going to feed a little too." Sawyer admired her from behind. She was cute in a black long sleeve tee that hugged her midsection loosely. She had on a full cheetah print scarf and forest green cargo pants. They accented her full thighs and bottom—things he couldn't tear his eyes away from as she sauntered off. 

Sawyer maneuvered his eyes over toward Richard who was silently cutting at his steak. 

"Richard," Sawyer caught his attention immediately. "I want to talk to you, man to man." Richard coaxed him on with a silent nod. Sawyer folded his hands over the table and looked onto his fingers while collecting his words.

"It sounds like you're doing better, and I'm glad." He'd start off the conversation with a positive feel. 

"Thank you." Richard didn't say anything else that because he knew more was coming.

"But this isn't about me anymore." Sawyer smiled, watching a hint of confusion settle on his father's face. "You're about to enter my wife and my children's lives. I won't let you do to them, what you've done to me." Richard and Sawyer held eye contact the entire time he spoke. 

Sawyer was done with his father. He held no faith in him and doubted he ever could. But he owed it to Kiana to try and let him become something to her and the girls. If Richard could be a good grandfather and father, Sawyer would be impressed. Although he would never have his son's trust.

"A promised birthday appearance that goes broken or a penny missing from Kiana's purse will have you dealing with me. Not as your son but as a man trying to protect his family from whatever bullshit you're trying to pull." Richard took a rough swallow before flaring his nostrils in light embarrassment. 

"I know you for who you are, regardless of how far you say you've come. I'll always see you as my childhood enemy." Sawyer ended his speech by reclining in his chair. After sharing his thoughts, he felt a lot of tension leave his shoulders. Richard seemed to relax too.

"I—I respect you for that." Richard took a hard sip from his beer. "You definitely have a beautiful family and I don't blame you for wanting to look after them." Sawyer replied tautly.

"Thank you." A few more minutes of silence passed between them. Kiana's role in this meeting was apparent. She had been the buffer between the two rigid men. 

"How're Xavier and Declan?" The last time Richard saw Sawyer was about 9 years ago, but he hadn't had a conversation with his other sons in almost 11. 

"Declan is great. Christine is 5 and they just had Sean. He's 6 months. Allison might even be pregnant again, according to Kiana." 

"And Xavier?" Richard noticed that he hadn't mentioned his younger brother. It piqued some concern. Sawyer gritted his teeth forcefully while positioning his arm behind Kiana's empty seat. 

"Xavier is single and miserable." Sawyer's tone was coarse. "I'm going to kick has ass one of these days." 

"Why? What's he doin'?" Richard was concerned. He got through his days knowing that his kids had one another to depend on. So to hear there was conflict going on between them was discomforting. Sawyer looked off into the distance.

"He doesn't think I deserve Kiana." Sawyer knew this problem would arise. He knew when he and Kiana had attended Declan's New Years eve party and Sawyer had gotten wasted while Xavier scrutinized him from across the room. He was jealous of his brother.

"Which I don't," Sawyer confessed earnestly. "But I love her and I don't know how much longer I can take Xavier's comments. I held my tongue for the sake of peace." 

"What does he say? How does Kiana feel?" Richard asked. Sawyer chuckled to himself as he remembered how petty his brother had acted. 

"Whenever we get together," He snorted again. "Kiana will do something for me—get me a drink or make my food, he'll just eye me from wherever he is. Or he'll call me a 'princess' or something outrageously stupid. I've never said anything to Kiana about it because she loves when we're with them, so I don't want to spoil it over something so pointless. But I always leave pissed and I think she's starting to notice." Sawyer could spot Kiana returning on his left. Richard did too and decided not to continue the conversation any further. Hopefully he'd get the chance to talk to him about it another time.

*

Kiana and Sawyer were now on their way home at 10 o'clock. Richard and Kiana continued to talk endlessly about any topics that could come to mind. Sawyer continued his silence and kept the girls contented. Kiana looked to him fleetingly. His left hand was relaxed over the top of the wheel and his other sat idly on his thigh.

She reached over and laced her fingers into his before lifting the back of his hand to her lips. She kissed the marble skin three times before repositioning both of their hands into her lap. 

Kiana knew how hard it was for him to allow his father back into his life. She didn't understand his resentment toward him but she did understand how he felt. 

"Thank you Sawyer." A minute passed and Kiana heard him sigh deeply. His intense blue eyes were still focused on the road ahead. Kiana could see they were nearing their home so she slowly took off her seatbelt. She faced the driver's seat and folded her left leg under herself. She cradled his stubble lined jaw and allowed her lips to lightly graze the opposite side. 

Sawyer pulled the car into the dimly lit driveway and cut the engine. As soon as he did, he turned to meet Kiana's plush lips. The way she leaned over him allowed him easy access to her hanging breasts. He reached his hand beneath the curtain of her scarf and kneaded her tits through her bra. Kiana parted momentarily to coo into the open space.

"Come here." He growled lowly, trying not to wake the girls with his words. He reached for the back of Kiana's thigh and maneuvered it onto his side of the car. Sawyer ripped her scarf from her neck so that he could reach more flesh. He lifted the hem of her shirt just over her bra so that he could pull down the cups. 

Her nipples were almost invisible paired with the darkness of the car. But Sawyer could feel them when he ran his thumbs over them both. Kiana's body responded to the tiny strokes immediately and she was fighting to contain her cries. Sawyer could feel her gyrating her pussy onto his jean clad cock. 

"Let's go inside." Kiana whispered, almost begging. She was certain her panties were soiled in her juices and threatening to leave a spot on her cargos. Sawyer ignored her plea and only lowered his head to lock his lips around her nipple. He moaned in surprise just as he tugged on her nipple with his teeth. The move caught Kiana completely off guard and she recoiled in response. Her back pressed against an object behind her and the horn startled her lightly.

Kiana shut her eyes tight as she prayed the sound hadn't woken up the girls. 

"Shit, shit, shit." She whispered fiercely. But against her hopes, Savannah began to stir awake just before she broke out into a piercing wail. Since they were so close together in the back seat, Sydney announced her awakening too. 

Kiana was kicking herself for her mistake. Sawyer pulled down her top and helped her out of the car. Once out, he adjusted his angry hard-on in his pants and gritted his teeth. It'd take at least a half an hour to get the both back to sleep.

"I'm sorry baby." Kiana said honestly. She reached to run her hand through his hair and down his neck but he captured her wrist before she could. He turned her hand over and lightly light his lips graze the skin to cancel out his rough grip.

She watched him curiously as he lowered her hand down to his zipper. He manipulated her fingers into grabbing his member. 

"Make it up to me tonight.



Life With Leah Ch. 01



My wife Leah is the sexiest woman I've ever known. She has everything a man could want: beauty, brains, a sense of humor and a sex drive that is unmatched. Our relationship has always been open and passionate. Partly because she and I both have enormous sex drives, partly because we fulfill each others fantasies. You see Leah is a bit submissive sexually, and I am just the opposite. In every other aspect of our lives we're complete equals. But when it comes to sex, and specifically pleasing me or fulfilling my fantasies, Leah is completely mine. She knows this, and loves this. 

Even though she knew up front that she was mine completely I don't always think she fully understood what that meant until a little while after we were married. Leah fooled around with a few boys in high school and college but, when we got together, she had only slept with one man before me. That was her ex-husband. So although she was always horny and an amazing lover she wasn't extremely experienced, which made things even more exciting for both of us.

I had established a pattern of making her do little things that turned me on outside of the house to ease her into her new role as my submissive sexual partner. It's one thing for a woman to want to belong completely to the man in her life...it's another to live out that fantasy. So from time to time I would have her wear clothing that was too revealing, or leave her underwear at home...small things, yet sexy. For her birthday I had bought her a new skirt and very tight fitting stretch t-shirt. Now I guess I should tell you something about her? Leah is average height, about 5'6" with small but perfect breasts and a lovely trim, but not skinny, body. She keeps herself in good shape and shaves her pussy just the way I like it. Her hair is short brown with blonde highlights and she has amazing light green eyes that light up like suns gone nova when she comes. This was the woman who walked downstairs to greet me in her new clothes on a warm southern Friday night. 

"Hey baby" she said. "We going to dinner or a movie or what tonight?" I just looked at her and told her that she would find out when we got there.

"Now take off your panties" I instructed. She hesitated. This was the first time I had her take off her panties when she was wearing a short skirt. "Do it." She hesitated again. "Who do you live to please?"

"You" she answered. "Anything for you" she said as she looked into my eyes and slowly pulled off her panties. Leah always wore garter belts and real stockings, no cheap underwear or bad lingerie. She loved the feeling of sexy things against her skin and loved the way those same things made me go wild with excitement. I walked over to tell her how beautiful she was and give her a long, slow kiss. 

Knowing that the kiss would lead to more and my plans for the evening would be disrupted I managed to pull back. It's never easy to put any space between yourself and a woman as hot as Leah. I could almost feel the heat from her pussy radiating through her skirt. I know she had to be wet already and we hadn't even left the house. 

We left for dinner. Nothing fancy, just a local "casual dining" establishment in our area. One, however, that on weekends was frequented more by the late teen/early 20's college boy crowd. Sure, a few ancient 30 year olds like us were around, but not many. The greeter told us there would be a 30 minute wait. "Fine," I said and we headed for the small benches out front to enjoy the warm night air and listen for them to call our name. 

As we sat down on the benches I gave Leah her first instructions of the night. "You cannot cross your legs. Not once, not ever, not until we get home."

She looked more than a little nervous and said "I don't know. This skirt is short, and it's thick material so it just sits there. It wouldn't take much for someone to see right up my skirt." She said this as she looked at me, but she made no effort to cross her legs. 

I just looked at her and said "it makes my cock hard just thinking about it. Remember, you are mine body and soul. Understand?" 

"Yes," she said.

"Do you want to turn back? This is your one and only chance. From here on out, for as long as we're together, I'll not ever give you another opportunity to defy me sexually," I told her. 

She looked me in the eyes, put one hand on my leg and said "I want you more than anything I've ever known. Pleasing you is all that matters to me, all that brings me pleasure. I love you, I want you. I'm yours forever, body and soul. I'll make any fantasy you want come true," and she kissed me.

While we were talking a car with two young men pulled up and parked in the space right in front of our bench. They looked to be in their early 20's. Typical kids who spend their whole life in a rich suburb but want to be tough and on the edge types. As they were piling out I could see the guy in the passenger seat looked up and must have caught a good look right up Leah's skirt because he froze and his eyes got big. I noticed this out of the corner of my eye but didn't turn to look at him right away. Leah hadn't seen it. After his friend passed in front of the car and looked back to see what was taking him so long he broke off his staring and they headed for the front doors. As they walked past I could hear the driver say, "Mike, dude, don't zone out on me," as they disappeared into the door. It had only been five minutes or so since we sat down so I knew they wouldn't have a table inside ready for them unless they were meeting someone. Sure enough a minute later they came back out grumbling about the wait but not leaving either. I overheard enough to know the driver's name was Tom. Mike and Tom strolled back to hang out by their car and wait and, as I soon noticed, so that Tom could smoke. Mike didn't light up, but he did position himself so that he could glance over Tom's shoulder to where Leah was still sitting, legs uncrossed as commanded, not really aware of what was going on as we idly chatted. 

I didn't really know if Mike had enough light to really see everything because it was already pretty dark outside. However there were a number of lights on the street and Leah has nice, trim legs so there wouldn't just be two thighs pressing together inside her skirt. Her beautiful full pink pussy lips might be there for him to just barely make out. Or else he could see that her legs were spread and he was trying his damndest to see what might be there. Either way it was turning me on, and interestingly enough he didn't seem to be bringing Tom in on the secret. Tom seemed to yammering away about some problem with his girlfriend or something along those lines. 

Turning my attention back to Leah I decided to let her know she had an admirer. "Sweetheart, see that boy over there," I said nodding slightly towards my left shoulder and Mike across the parking lot, "I think he is killing himself to look right up your skirt." Her eyebrows arched a little but she made no sudden moves. Instead she shifted her eyes slightly to take him in and then was very still, maybe even holding her breath. Just then I swear she shifted ever so slightly and opened her legs just an inch further. I heard Mike cough suddenly and knew that if couldn't see anything before this had changed things. To confirm this I looked back over my shoulder and saw him with his eyes as big as before. His buddy Tom must have really been distracted by whatever had him upset because he seemed oblivious to the whole change. 

I watched Leah now. I could see little beads of perspiration forming on her neck between her collar bones. The color around her cheeks was coming up to a brighter shade of red, though by no means a blush, and her conversation with me had slowed to almost nothing. I looked into her eyes and held her gaze for a long moment before asking her how she felt showing her pussy to a stranger at her husbands command. 

"I feel warm all over. Fast. Nervous. Horny. I want to know what he's thinking, and I want to keep doing it, and I want to take your cock out and taste it right this second...I want everything. I want to know if this is what you want." I told her it was. That she was my fantasy and every dream I had ever known. She smiled and shifted down an inch more, letting her skirt ride up her thighs a bit and I'm sure letting in more light to show off what so few men had ever seen before. My cock jumped in my pants. 

Just as I thought she was going to start panting our name was called over the loudspeaker. Leah looked away from me and after all this time met Mike's gaze dead on. He was so shocked he just froze. She stood, slowly, smiled and took my arm as we entered the restaurant. We were seated at a table on the right side of the building and got down to the business of dinner. A few minutes later Mike and Tom were escorted in to a table down the row and on the opposite side of the aisle. As they began to sit Tom took the seat facing our table, and Leah. Mike quickly gestured something and there was a couple seconds of conversation resulting in their switching sides. He must have been looking for Leah and would probably have offered Tom a cash bribe for that seat. Hell, for all I know he did. I watched all this over my right shoulder and just smiled at Leah. 

There she sat, legs apart, looking like the most excited and beautiful thing I had ever known. Knowing she was enjoying this and satisfied that my evening had worked out so far just as I imagined we ate dinner and chatted about the little day to day aspects of our life. As we finished and the waitress came by to collect the check I noticed Tom getting into an agitated conversation on his Cell phone. Leah looked at me and said "only a woman can get a man that tied up in knots." 

"Good point," I said "unless he's gay." She laughed and nodded as her eyes sparkled in the lower light. Mike must have not wanted to be party to this because he got up and headed for the men's room. Just after Mike left Tom jumped up from the table, cursed something into the phone while tossing down a $20 and headed for the door. 30 seconds later we heard engine noises and saw Tom's car peel out of the parking lot. I knew Mike was fucked. Shaking our heads at the craziness of youth Leah and I headed for the door. 

I don't exactly know what got into me to stop, but rather than walking straight to our car I paused outside by the benches. "Let's hang out for a second and get some after dinner air" I said. Leah looked at me curiously but didn't seem to mind.

A couple of minutes later Mike burst out of the door muttering "son of a bitch" over and over under his breath. He looked pissed and confused, all at the same time. 

"Your buddy seems to have abandoned you" I said. 

He looked back at me and Leah and I could tell his first reaction was 'shit, I looked at this guy's wife's pussy...he's going to kill me' but after a second necessity conquered fear and he said "Yeah, little shit. I wasn't really up for hoofing it home tonight." 

"Maybe I can help, how far away do you live?" I could feel Leah squeeze my hand a little tighter. Obviously she didn't know what I was up to. I couldn't tell if she was excited or nervous or both.

"Not too far" he said. He was right, his house was only a couple miles past ours. While I had planned on hitting a movie after dinner I figured this would be more interesting.

"Well," I said "I'd be glad to give you a lift. Unless you think we're likely to kill you and make your skin into a hat." He laughed. Good sign. 

I motioned him towards our car and walked just ahead with Leah close by. She tried to ask me what I was up to but I just kept walking. When we reached our car I unlocked all the doors with the remote and told him to hop in the rear seat behind mine. "One sec while I tell my wife something I just remembered," I said as he got in and closed the door. "Okay baby, here's the deal. You're getting into the backseat across from him. You don't say a word. Once you're in and we're moving pull your skirt up around your waist. Don't say a word, don't do anything else unless I say so." She looked at me, her eyes shining with excitement and fear. Then I kissed her and she went around to the other side and got in back. 

I hopped in. "I hope you don't mind the company back there. I figured you'd had a shitty night so far. Well, except for a few good looks at my wife's beautiful pussy." With that I started the car and pulled out. Once off the main drag our drive was all dark, suburban two lane roads. I could hear Leah sliding her skirt up to her waist and Mike's nervous breathing. He obviously didn't know what the fuck was going on but he wasn't speaking up to complain or to get out. 

Finally he said "What did I do to deserve this?"

"Hell, right place right time," I said, "you like it? She's beautiful. Look all you want, it's okay." I adjusted the mirror to try and see a little better as we drove. Mike's head was craning over to look at Leah and she was watching my eyes in the rear view mirror. We still hadn't officially exchanged names although we sort of knew who he was. The address he gave us was in a wealthy part of town, so he was obviously the college age son of a well to do family. Probably home for the summer, looking for some fun. 

"Baby...I think your pussy looks pretty wet from here. Is it?"

"Yes," she said breathlessly. 

"I didn't get your name?" I asked.

"Mike." 

"Okay Mike...what would you give to touch her leg?" 

"I don't know...right now name it." Nerves were jumping in his voice.

"Baby, Mike can touch your leg. He can touch all of your leg. Just touching, got that Mike?" He grunted agreement and moved over. 

At first I thought Leah might jump through the door. I know she really wanted to be mine, totally...to bring all of my fantasies to life. This was so new, so raw, so dirty. You never really know if someone has this in them. Hell, part of me didn't know if I had it in me but as I watched Mike inch over and put his left hand on her knee I knew this was exciting me more than anything I'd ever done. Except the first time I made love to Leah. Nothing would ever top that. 

I decided to just watch what was going on as much as possible without taking my eyes off the road long enough to get us killed. He only lived about 25 minutes away but I was taking every longer road and long-cut I could think of to extend the trip. 

At first Leah was still looking into the mirror as Mike slowly began running his hand along her leg just above her left knee. But after a minute or two of this I could see that the sensation of this strange young man's hand on her leg was distracting her, arousing her, absorbing her thoughts. She shifted her gaze to Mike. 

He was I would say a good looking kid. Maybe not a GQ model but trim and fit looking, about 5'10" and a medium build. Preppy dress: polo shirt, khaki shorts, brown leather shoes and a short blonde haircut. 

Leah's hands were lying to either side of her legs as Mike brought his other hand up to rub her thigh. It was making little circles on her skin at the top of her thigh, maybe 6 inches from her pussy. His left hand had moved down her leg below the knee and was caressing her calf. His breathing had been hard and steady for some time now as he said to Leah "you are so hot, so beautiful...your skin is so soft. Does this feel good?" He asked this as his right hand pushed the hem of her skirt up further to move towards the very top of her thighs. 

"Very good," she whispered. I could barely hear her. 

"Speak up," I said "and answer his questions, tell him if something feels good. Tell us. Tell me."

"Very good," she spoke in her husky voice. The one that tells me she is dripping wet and waiting to devour me. 

"Good" Mike said as his left hand moved across to her other leg. His right hand dipped down under her skirt to the inside of her thigh. I don't know if he touched her pussy or not but she jumped just a little and her left hand raised as he shifted and it came to rest just on top of his thigh. There it sat only inches from the obvious bulge in his shorts. If his cock was half as hard as mine it had to be straining against him for everything. 

His hands kept moving up and down her right, then left, leg. Sometimes his hand would disappear just out of view under the hem of her skirt and she would twitch just a little. I'm sure he was brushing against her pussy. How could he resist? Maybe the first time was an accident but now that he knew she wouldn't stop at least that much he was continuing to explore. His left hand would move down to her feet and she would jump again...Leah loves having her feet touched in a sexual way...and his right hand would move towards the tops of her thighs.

I could see her looking at him, looking at me in the mirror...her mouth opening in a little "O" and her right hand rubbing at the side of her leg. After a few more minutes I could see Mike's right hand moving ever so slightly at the top of her thighs and I knew he was rubbing the outside of her pussy as Leah's eyes closed a little, then a little more. Suddenly her eyes widened and she swung her head to look at Mike and I knew that his finger had found it's way into her wet pussy. 

Leah has an amazingly tight pussy and I could see on Mike's face the animal heat rising. Right at this moment I pulled us off the road on a quiet spot just outside of Mike's sub-division and concentrated on watching what was happening behind me. Neither of them noticed the car stopping as Leah was finding herself deeply engrossed in the feelings washing over her body. Any fear or nervousness she may have had faded as her first orgasm drew nearer and nearer.

Mikes hand started moving faster...I could tell he was fucking her with his fingers, moving them in and out of her pussy. He had slid her skirt up enough for me to see two fingers working their way in and out as he watched them disappear. Fast and slow, he moved them alternating the motion, sometimes rubbing her clit and sometimes stopping to tug at her huge lips. His gaze was locked on her pussy as he swapped his right hand for his left to get a better angle. Now he turned so that he was facing the backseat with his back to me. I could see Leahs right hand drawing circles and grabbing onto his left thigh as his left hand worked her to climax. As Leah's moans started growing in volume I could hear Mike.

"Your pussy is so hot. You want me to make you cum? Will you cum for me?" 

"Yes," her husky voice replied as her head began to tilt back. Her breathing became more desperate as I saw Mike's right hand move towards his lap and hear his zipper. He was going to give himself a release right then and there. I could barely resist doing the same. 

I could hear Leah starting to almost scream and her left hand began moving rapidly and grabbing at Mike. In a flash it moved out of site towards his lap and Mike let out an agonizing groan. Leah had grabbed his cock as she came. Now his right hand was braced against the backseat as his left continued to stroke Leah.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Her hand was moving furiously, almost savagely. I couldn't see but I imagined she was squeezing his cock for all she was worth. At this point I'm not sure she even knew she was doing it but her instincts had taken over. The smell of her had permeated the air and his groans were becoming louder and louder. 

Suddenly Leah cried out again "Oh God! Baby! Baby!" and I knew she was screaming to me. He body jerked and Mike screamed out and fell forward against the back seat. He had just cum and it almost knocked him unconscious. 

I started the car and pulled into his subdivision and found the address he gave me. As I looked into the rear view mirror I could see Leah in a daze, her left hand with a few drops of Mike's cum running across her fingers. Her skirt was around her waist and I could see her pussy shining from all it's moisture. Mike sat there looking amazed, his fly still unzipped and sweat beating down his brow.




Life With Leah Ch. 01



"Here you are," I said "last stop". He slowly got out and closed the door. 

He looked down at Leah and at me and said "I never got your name." 

I looked at him and said "does it matter?" He just smiled and walked towards the front door.

Meanwhile I could barely contain myself. I rushed Leah home and pulled her from the car into the house. Without a word I pushed her over the arm of our couch and slid my cock into her pussy. It was so wet that I slid in and we were connected, as we always were, like we were made for each other. I thrust into her as hard as I could, pulling her hair back and biting her ears. She moaned and screamed my name and "I love you. I love you. I'll do anything for you. Thank you," over and over and over. I couldn't take it anymore as I exploded into her. So much cum that it ran around my cock and down her legs. 

As we curled up in bed, my cum still warm inside of her I asked her what she thought now that she was truly mine to do with as I pleased, to fulfill all of my fantasies (and hers) for the rest of our lives. 

"All I know is that nothing makes me hotter than being yours. No limits, no rules. I am yours. I love you."



Life with Melvin



This is part 1 of the story. There will be a part 2 but I don't know when. 

If there is anything you'd like to see Jen and Melvin do, PM me. I just might use it. But, remember to keep it in the essence of their personalities and sexual likes. 

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I was happily married for 14 years to a man whom loved me dearly. But, there were things about him that made it hard to live with him. He was 10 years older than me for one thing. So there was a generational gap between us. The problem with that is that often he felt more like a Dad than a husband. And he also tired easier than me and had more heath problems.

He wasn't too keen on affection either. Well, unless it was on his terms and in his time. He didn't even like me to touch his thick soft hair. I don't think that had to do with age.

Another thing that was hard to live with was his memory. Oddly enough, he had memory like an elephant. He remembered every conversation, every little thing I did wrong, the date of every event involving us or our families and even every preference I stated. Oh and I could never disagree with him. It frustrated him when I was unable to remember everything he did. I'm sorry but my memory has never been all that great. And in every argument he would bring up every single thing I ever did wrong. I think it was so that I'd look like the bad guy instead of him.

Lastly, the sex was a problem. I was partly to blame. So, I can't put all the blame on him. From his perspective I wasn't in the mood frequently enough. I suppose he was right. I was fine with sex once a month. But what I never had the courage to do was explain why I wasn't "in the mood" often enough. There were understandable times when I was tired or sick. But the other times is because it seemed like such a hassle to prepare for sex and it was meant more for his pleasure than mine anyway. I guess you could say I found sex boring. I wanted excitement and romance with it. But, he just didn't get that.... And yes, I did explain to him several times I'd like to try new things. But, his imagination and willingness to get "kinky" was limited. 

I often wonder if our sex problems were because of our age gap. Him being 10 years older surely had him in a different mind set than me. And also I think a factor was sex lives before we hooked up. I was wild and loved sex. Several guys told me I sucked dick like I was making love to it with my mouth. I also could mount the best of them and make their eyes roll in the backs of their heads and every muscle in their body tighten. I felt like I conquered men sexually. There was nothing like getting a tall, masculine and strong guy to tremble all over and call begging to do it again. I could make a guy do anything I wanted in bed. 

My husband on the other hand had only been with 3 other people and he "made love" to them. Sex was gentle and loving while mine was raw and exciting. Many women would want a man like that. I could enjoy sex like that occasionally. But for the most part I need wild passionate kinky sex. I want to feel like a Goddess over my man. I want him to worship my body and get drunk from my essence. And I want him to follow orders!

You may be wondering why I said that he loved me dearly when I just brought all that negative stuff up. Well, in spite of all that he had great qualities as well. In any relationship there are some things that irk you. You have to weigh the bad and good things. If you have more good than bad you are doing great. His good outweighed the bad.

Here are the good things:

1. He never abused or hit me in any way.

2. He always had my back.

3. He always believed in my talents and whole-hearted supported my talents (writing, poetry, digital art and we designing).

4. He was a great provider that allowed me to stay home and raise our daughter. He worked a full time job and picked up as much work on the side as he could repairing computers.

5. He loved my family and they loved him.

6. Anytime I didn't feel well he honestly worried about me and did whatever he could to help.

7. He had a great witty sense of humor. I nicknamed him, "The Wit Master".

8. He had a caring heart. He truly cared about people in general and always made time to try and help if possible.

There are more things but I think you have a good idea about his good points.

So far I have written about him in the past tense. That is because a he passed away. I was devastated because I lost my best friend, confidant, biggest fan, husband, lover and Father of my child. For about 3 days I just sat and stared at a wall thinking about him. My daughter was pretty depressed as well. But she was prepared because we didn't lie about it. She was aware of what was wrong with him and that he didn't have long to live.

Well, after a year passed I began considering dating. Even though he had made me promise to let myself love another man and be happy, I felt like I would be betraying him. The thought of being touched and held by another man just felt wrong. 

A friend of mine told me she knew a few guys I may be interested in. I kindly thanked her but rejected her offer. She wanted to play match-maker but I wasn't ready to play the field. Besides, being a working single mom and my daughter playing softball and basketball kept me busy. And at 38 years of age, who would truly want to date me?

One day I was sitting on a park bench watching my daughter play "street ball" (basketball) with some other girls her age. Every time she sank the ball in the hoop I clapped for her. I was glad to see her maintaining an athletic mindset and being distracted from the pain of losing her Dad. 

Often if I sit too long my legs get restless. So I tend to get up and walk around the park. One day I walked for a bit and then sat on a picnic bench under a tarp. Although I was looking in the direction of the basketball court, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of my husband. In fact, I was so preoccupied that I didn't notice someone sat at the picnic table to my left (the basketball court was to the right). 

I heard a male voice ask, "Are you OK?" I was startled and gasped. 

He apologized and I just laughed it off and said, "I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice you." 

He said, "You looked sad and something compelled me to come over here and lend an ear."

I smiled, "I was just lost in thought with memories of my husband who died a little over a year ago." 

With a sympathetic look he said, "Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." I thanked him and he asked, "Do one of those girls belong to you?" I nodded and described which one was my daughter. 

He asked, "How is she dealing with the loss?" 

I answered, "She was prepared for his death. I think that helps. And she stays busy with basketball and softball. She plays on a softball team in a youth league and when she's on her off season she plays ball here at the park. She wants to play basketball for school when she gets to high school." 

He lifted his eyebrows, "Wow! She is really athletic!" He smiled and continued, "But it also seems like her sports interests keep you busy and distracted. Well, except for today."

I didn't know this guy but he seemed easy to talk to. But, I didn't want to talk about my husband and his death anymore. So, I politely changed the subject. I asked, "So do any of those girls belong to you?" 

He nodded, "Well sort of. She's my adopted younger sister." He pointed her out and said, "She loves basketball and running. She wants to get on a track team. She was adopted when she was 3 but my parents died in a car accident when she was 7. I have been raising her ever since with the help of my older sister. The three of us live together."

I offered my condolences for the death of his parents. He said, "I'm OK. My little sister is doing well. My parents lived a happy life. They were in their 60's. They fostered kids for as long as I could remember." He nodded to the court, "But she was the only one they adopted. They also raised money for various charities. They were good people and the community has missed them." He chuckled, "You know we have been having a deep conversation and we don't even know each other's names. I'm Melvin and my little sister is Jade." 

I said, "My name is Jen. My daughter is Brit."

His little sister (who looked about 12 or 13) came over to him. She was a cute Asian girl with pretty brown eyes and shiny black hair pulled into a pony tail. She had a nice smile as she politely greeted me. She then said, "I'm done for today. My team won. My team captain, Brit, is really good. She passed the ball to me a lot and every shot she took the ball went in. It didn't matter where she was on the court. And she blocked good for me to. And she's really nice. I like her. Every time I play on her team I have fun."

Melvin nodded to me, "This is her Mother. It's good you didn't say anything bad." 

The three of us chuckled and I said, "Well, I saw you out there. You are good too. I'm glad you like Brit. She's a good kid." 

She said, "Thanks. She said her softball season is coming up soon and I won't see her much until it's over. I'll miss playing with her. Hey, can I have your number so we can at least talk? I really like her." 

I said, "Sure. And you should come to some of her games too." None of us had anything to write with. So, I pulled out my Blackberry phone and said, "I'll email the number to your brother. You can call between 6pm and 8pm during the week. It'll be hard to get her on the weekends but you can try between 11am and 8pm. I'll also give you Brit's email address. " I looked to Melvin and asked for his email address and then sent the email.

Brit then came over and Jade told her about calling and emailing her. Brit seemed happy, "That sounds cool." She then looked at me, "I am so hot and tired. I'm ready to go." 

I nodded, "O.K, honey." I then looked to Melvin, "It was nice meeting and talking to you. See you around." 

He said, "Likewise. Take care." Brit and I then left. 

In the car Brit said, "He likes you." 

I chuckled, "I hope everybody that meets me likes me. I think I'm pretty nice." 

She rolled her eyes, "No. I mean likes LIKES you." 

I shook my head, "Nah." I then changed the subject, "Hey, you want ice cream?" 

She answered excitedly, "Yes! That would be awesome!" So, I took her for ice cream. 

That night when I was laying in bed I thought about Melvin. I recalled his light brown eyes that seemed very similar to my daughter's eyes. I then thought about his light brown skin. I have always been attracted to exotic looking guys. I like the tall dark handsome kind of guy. White guys with blond hair were just too boring looking. 

I then thought of his arms. They were muscular. But not too muscular like a muscle head. His sleeveless V-Neck shirt showed off his arms and chest nicely. 

Oh and then my mind went to his lips. They were so much like my husbands that I just wanted to kiss them. They were full and soft looking. I hate it when guys smile and their upper lip disappears. Well, Melvin didn't have that problem (neither did my husband). 

Jade called Brit twice that week. They were on the phone for awhile each time. My daughter seemed to be enjoying have a closer friend. She had kept other kids at a distance until Jade. They seemed to take to each other like fish to water. 

That next weekend we went to the park again for Brits last time at the park until softball season was over. I of course looked for Jade. When I saw her we smiled and waved to each other. Then, an attractive young black woman sat next to me. I smiled and said, "Hi. How are you?" 

She smiled back and said, "Good. You?" 

I answered, "I guess I can't complain too much. Things can always be better or worse." 

She chuckled, "That's the truth!" 

I then introduced myself, "My name is Jen. It's nice to meet you." 

She nodded, "Nice to meet you too. My name is Tamra." 

I looked out to the basketball court, "My daughter Brit is out there playing. She's the tall mixed girl with the curly pony tail. She has a really good friend that she actually made while playing here at the park. She's the Asian girl. Her name is Jade. She is a really sweet girl." 

Tamra smiled, "Well that is good to hear. I'm glad your daughter is enjoying herself." 

I smiled, "Yeah, she is very athletic. This will be her last time playing ball in the park until softball season is over." 

Tamra raised her eyebrows, "She's really athletic." 

I nodded, "Yeah, when her Father passed away she threw herself into sports." 

Tamra frowned, "I'm sorry for your loss." 

I smiled and exhaled sharply, "Thanks but we are doing OK."

She then asked, "Have you met any of the other parents here?" 

I shrugged, "A few. Most of the parents hang out in the recreation center. Occasionally one will come and sit out here for awhile. Like last weekend I met this really nice guy named Melvin. He is the co-guardian of Jade out there. I think he said his sister helps raise Jade as well." I blushed a little, "He was really handsome too." 

Tamra said, "I wish I had of been here. Did you find out much about him?" 

I wasn't sure if I should tell his life story to another stranger so I just said, "Yeah, he told me some stuff. But I'm not sure if I should talk about it all. Sorry." 

She shook her head, "Oh no, that's OK. You are being respectful. There's nothing wrong with that. Do you keep in contact with him?" 

I nodded, "Sadly, no. Jade and Brit are keeping in touch with each other through email and phone calls. I guess I was kind of hoping he'd email or call me. But, hey, we just met. I am probably just another parent to him and he was just being nice. Oh well." I then chuckled, "Besides, I think I am few years older than him. He probably wouldn't be interested in an older widow. I can't blame him." 

Tamra patted my knee, "There's nothing wrong with you. You are in decent shape and you are pretty. Besides, these days more and more guys like older women." 

I blushed a little, "Thanks. You are too kind."

Tamra then pulled out her cell phone and said, "I may not be a hot young stud but I think it would be cool for us to email each other. Sounds like you are so busy that email would about be the only way to keep in touch anyway." I nodded and gave her my email address and she made me a new contact in her email on her phone. 

I couldn't believe that two weekends in a row I met two really nice adults. Tamra seemed like the kind of friend I needed. She wasn't over bearing and she was easy to talk to. Not to mention she seemed intelligent and friendly. I thought it was great that she wanted to befriend me. But I remember thinking to myself, "If only Melvin would want to stay in contact with me."

After that Tamra said, "Well, I have to be going. I just wanted to take a break from chores and I live nearby. So, I will be in touch and it was great meeting you. And uh, I hope Mr. Stud emails you soon." 

I laughed, "I guess we can all dream." She laughed and then walked out of the park.

About 15 minutes later to my shock (and delight) Melvin appeared. He had a big smile on his face like he was really happy. We greeted each other with a smile and I said, "Wow, you look really happy! What happened to make you so happy?" 

He said, "I just heard some good news from my sister about some stuff. But, I can't really talk about it." 

I was kind of disappointed but said, "It's OK. You don't have to tell me. I am just glad to see you so happy." 

He said, "Thanks. I got here a little late. How are they doing out there?" 

I chuckled, "You know, it's the strangest thing. I met this woman earlier named Tamra. She was nice and so fun to talk to that I didn't even pay attention to the game. She took down my email address and wants to keep in touch. That's two really nice people I have met out here in two weeks."

Melvin had a sly look on his face that I found amusing. He asked, "Oh? Two? Who is the other person?" 

I playfully elbowed him, "You, silly." 

He chuckled, "Me? Nice? No......." 

I shook my head, "Stop playing. You really are a nice person. You didn't even know me and cared how I was doing. Then you told me all about Jade and your parents. I even know that you have a sister. You are very friendly." 

He leaned back in the bench and interlocked his fingers behind his head. Man, when he did that I felt my face become flushed. He was wearing a sleeveless white tee-shirt that was kind of tight. I could see the shape of his muscular chest and belly through the shirt. And his shoulders looked very strong. 

I blinked for a second and looked away as he playfully said, "I just don't like to see pretty ladies looking sad. You look much better when you smile." 

My face felt like it was on fire and I couldn't bare to look at him. I just chuckled, "You are such a playa'." 

He exhaled, "Hate the game, baby. Not me." 

I laughed out loud, "You are a nut, Melvin!" 

He laughed, "Yeah, I guess I am. But nah, seriously. I'm not a playa'. I have just always cared about and respected females. This world would be a terrible place without them."

I looked to him and said, "So, a nice guy like you must have a girlfriend." 

He put his hands back on the bench and said, "Nah.... I care about females and all that but I just haven't found the right one. I mean, I date. But, I haven't found that person I want to get serious with. A lot of my dates have told me I think like an old man when it comes to women. You know, like I'm older than my years. I have been thinking lately that maybe that is a sign that I need an older woman. You know, someone who knows who she is. Someone who can stand on her two feet. I don't want to be with someone who needs me to hold her up all the time. I love to see strong independent and successful women. But that seems to usually be the older women."

My heart was racing so fast that I just knew it would leap out of my chest. It took me a few moments to be able to respond to him. I finally said, "My husband was 10 years older than me. Too many times he felt more like a Father than a husband to me. It's like he had already seen and done anything I talked about. I couldn't tell him anything. He always knew more and always knew better. I felt suffocated some times. Are you not worried about that happening to you?" 

He shook his head, "No. If she knows more and knows better that's great! I would welcome a woman like that to make me stronger and help me be a better person." 

All I could say was, "Oh." I thought to myself, "I'm right here. I can be that woman for you." But I didn't dare say it. After that we turned our attention to the game. We cheered and commented until the game was over. 

When Jade and Brit were walking over Melvin said, "I was wondering. Would it be OK if I call you sometime and maybe email you?" 

I nodded as my insides felt like they were on fire, "Sure! Do you still have the email address I gave you for Jade so she can email Brit?" 

He nodded, "Yeah, so that is the info you want me to use?" I said, "Yes. It's my email address anyway. I just let her use it because I want to be able to keep an eye on the people she is emailing. There are just so many perverts out there. I really like knowing who she is emailing. But I have my own folder that she doesn't look into. I look forward to hearing from you." 

Melvin said, "Yeah, I know what you mean. Jade has her own email address but she has to make sure we have the user id and password for it in case we want to check up on her. If our login fails she will lose the email account. I think it will be cool to keep in touch. I like talking to you."

Jade and Brit were standing there smiling at each other. I just knew I had to of been blushing because my face felt hot. When they heard that Melvin and I would be in touch they seemed to like the idea. In the car ride home Brit said, "Seeeee? I tooooold you. He likes LIKES you. Oooooo!!!" 




Life with Melvin



I blushed and shook my head, "We are just friends. Like you and Jade." 

Brit shook her head, "No. Jade and I don't blush at each other." All I could do was laugh. I would not be able to deny I liked LIKED (as my daughter would say) him.

As the next month went by Melvin did call me frequently. He emailed and text messaged me as well. I was really enjoying the interaction. He and Jade even came to two of Brit's games and whole heatedly cheered her on. 

After the second game the four of us went out for ice cream - Melvin's treat. Melvin turned to me and said, "OK. You and I need to go out on a date." Before I could answer he turned to the girls, "What do you girls think of that?" 

Brit giggled, "That is so cute!" 

Jade chuckled too, "Ooooo!!!"

He then turned back to me, "So what do you say?" 

I blushed and said, "Sure." 

He patted my hand, "Great. We can talk about the details later." I couldn't believe he actually wanted to date me. 

He then said, "But first, there is something I have to confess." I looked concerned. He said, "Tamra is my sister." I caught my breath in my throat and my eyes grew big. 

I said, "Whaaaat?!" 

He looked apologetic, "I'm sorry. It's just I liked you the first day I saw you. But, I thought you were out of my league. I needed to know if you were interested. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me or her. She really does like you." 

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Part of me was mad at being tricked and the other part of me thought it was cute that he was too intimidated to admit he liked me in the beginning. And as he sat at the table looking at me with soft sorrowful puppy dog eyes I just melted. 

I said, "You tricked me Melvin. I don't like being tricked. But, I understand why it was done. I'm not mad at you or your sister. But, in the future, if you want to date me don't play any more tricks and you have to be always be honest. Do we have an understanding?" 

He sighed in relief and smiled, "Yes. I understand. Thanks for not being mad." 

I just nodded and then had a revelation, "Hey, is that why you were so smiley that day?" 

He nodded, "Yeah. She had told me what you said. It made me really happy. And being called Mr. Stud did wonders for my ego." 

I rolled my eyes, "Oh brother! I can't believe she told you that!"

The girls had a hearty laugh. Jade said, "Ooooo, Mr. Stud!"

Brit giggled as she said, "Oh my God that is so funny! Mr. Stud...."

Shortly after that we all left to go to our respective homes. As we stood by my car Melvin leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. He then quickly turned to get in the car. Brit didn't see it because she was already in the car. But Jade saw it. When I saw her big smile I knew she was happy about it all.

On the way home all I could do was smile. Brit occasionally looked over at me and chuckled. When we got home she said, "Daddy would like him. And Daddy wants you to be happy." 

Something broke in me and I started crying. Brit said, "Mommy! What's wrong?!" 

I said, "Your Dad. I have missed him so much! I can't go out with Melvin. I still love your Dad!" 

Brit shook her head, "Mommy. It's OK. I know you loved Daddy. I know you always will. I believe that. But Daddy told me that if you met a nice man I was to support you. Honestly, this is what Daddy wants for you. Melvin is really nice. Melvin will never be Daddy but, I like him. He'll make you happy." 

I just grabbed my wise for her age daughter and hugged her closely. She sniffled and said, "I miss Daddy too. That's why I stay so busy with sports. But, Daddy doesn't want us to be unhappy. I knoe he's looking down on us from Heaven." 

I squeezed her tightly, "I love you, sweety. I love you so much. You are so much like your Dad. You have a very kind and loving heart." 

She pulled away enough to look at me and asked, "So, you are going out with Melvin. Right?" 

I nodded, "Yes, sweety. But the first time he treats one of us wrong out he goes. Deal?" 

She nodded, "Deal."

Melvin called me that night and we chatted for awhile. He then said, "I'm serious about our date. I want it to be just right. I have a boat docked at the lake. I'd like us to take a nice boat ride and chill out on the water for awhile. I'll even bring food and drink. I talked to my sister. She is willing to look after the girls for our date. How does this coming Saturday sound?" 

I sucked my teeth, "Brit has two games on Saturday. But, Sunday is good. The thought of just relaxing on the water sounds great." 

He said, "It's settled then. I'll pick you up at 2:00pm. Wear a swimming suit under some shorts and a tee-shirt. We can go swimming too." 

I immediately thought to myself, "Swimming? My body is probably nothing like the women he is used to." I agreed to his conditions anyway and then gave him my address. 

When Sunday came and I heard the doorbell I opened the door and invited him into my home. Jade came in behind him. Jade looked around, "Your house is really nice. It looks so perfect and clean." 

Brit came into the living room and said, "Hey, Jade!" She and Jade hugged. Then she hugged Melvin, "Hey, Melvin. You take care of my Mom out there on the water." 

Melvin smiled, "But of course." 

He then looked to me, "I hope you don't mind. Tamra has tomorrow off from work and wants Brit to spend the night. She wants to bake cookies with them after dinner and take them to IHOP in the morning. Is it OK if Brit spends the night?" 

I nodded, "Sure. I don't mind." 

Brit got excited and took Jade's hand, "Come to my room! I need to get clothes!" 

When they had gone into Brit's room Melvin leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, "Thanks." 

My cheek felt on fire and I quickly looked away so he wouldn't see and said, "Your welcome."

We went to Melvin's condo to drop the girls off. When I entered I saw a very nice large condo. I could tell someone in the family had money because the furnishings were very expensive looking. Tamra greeted us and gave me a hug and a hello. I said to her, "This place is so posh! It's nice!" 

She looked around, "Melvin gets on me all the time about spending too much money. I love shopping for home stuff. He says I have a problem." 

I chuckled and said, "Well, why don't you come over to my house and have this problem there." 

She laughed, "Don't tempt me. I just might!" 

Melvin rolled his eyes, "Oh don't get her started, Jen. She is always changing this, moving that, redecorating this and that..... I never know what this place is going to look like when she has days off." 

We all laughed and Melvin said, "Well, we'd better be off." After hugging the girls goodbye Melvin and I left. 

We drove to the lake and retrieved his boat. It was a nice little boat. There was a small deck on the back with two chairs on it. And there was a cabin space below. After walking down a few steps I was surprised at what I saw. There was a small kitchen area with a small refrigerator, microwave and gas stove. An island separated the kitchen from the next part to the left. 

There to the left was a bedroom area. The bed looked queen sized and the linen was dark blue with light blue circles. To each side of the bed there was a night table with a small lamp on each one. 

To the right of the kitchen area was a short hall. One one side was a bi-fold doors that contained a closest behind them. At the end of the hall was a door that led to a bathroom with a garden spa bath tub/shower, toilet and pedestal sink. 

After the tour I told Melvin, "What a darling boat you have." He nodded, "Some times I come out here and stay for days out on the water. It's just so peaceful and relaxing." 

I said, "I can understand that." 

He went into the kitchen, "I made us some chicken salad sandwiches on Italian bread. I hope that's OK." 

I smiled, "I love chicken salad. It sounds great." 

He then said, "For drink I have sweet tea, ginger ale and water." 

I said, "Ginger Ale." We then took the food and drinks into the Navigation room. He started the boat up and off we went. 

As we leisurely drove the boat to a secluded part of the lake we ate our sandwiches and drank our drink. When he stopped the boat in an alcove we went out onto the deck and relaxed under the sun while music was playing on the radio. He turned to me and said, "Thanks for coming out here with me. I really wanted to spend some time alone with you."

I looked surprised, "But why an old woman like me? I'm 38 and you're what 24?" 

He said, "30 and you are not old. You are very attractive and I like your personality." 

I nodded, "OK. I won't worry about the age any more." 

He said, "Good. I'd like you the same if I were the older one. Now, you ready for a dip?" 

He stood up and pulled his shirt off. Oh my god, I almost fainted. His body was absolutely gorgeous. His light chocolate skin was chiseled like a statue. 

He caught me looking and playfully asked, "Like what you see?" I blushed and looked away. He went to one knee and used his index finger against my chin to gently make me look at him. He said, "I don't like when you look away. I like seeing your face and your amazing blue eyes. You don't have to be shy or embarrassed with me." 

He then took my hands and helped me to my feet and said, "Now, off with that shirt and shorts. Let's get in the water." 

I saluted him with a grin and said, "Aye, aye Captain!" 

I quickly took off my shirt and shorts to reveal a one piece black bathing suit. It was definitely not sexy and showed as little flesh as possible. I quickly jumped overboard into the water so he would not have long to look at my body. 

He did a cannonball jump into the water right after me. I laughed at the huge explosion of water. He swam over to me and splashed me, "Oh you thought that was funny?!" I had a good time and laughed heartedly as we erupted into a splash fight. 

Finally I had enough, covered my face and said, "OK! You win!" When I opened my eyes he was gone. I looked up to the boat and didn't see him there. I looked around and began to feel panicked, "Melvin?! Melvin!" 

Then I screamed as I felt something under the water brush against my right thigh. Melvin then popped up in front of me and said, "Boo!" 

I was so frightened that I instinctively smacked his face. He grabbed his cheek in shock. I closed my eyes tightly and said, "I'm so sorry! You scared the crap out of me!" 

I reached out to comfort his cheek. He smiled and moved in closer, "So, you CAN be aggressive." 

I cut my eyes to him and said, "You have no idea. Keep messing with me and I will have to spank you." I couldn't believe how bold I was being. 

Melvin laughed, "OK. Then expect me to mess with you even more." 

I just shook my head and said, "I think I have had enough of swimming. Help me into the boat."

Once in the boat I sat in my chair on the deck and inhaled the fresh air. I looked over to Melvin who's light chocolate skin was glistening under the sun and said, "I was in the Navy. I miss being on the water". 

He looked surprised, "Navy? Really? Wow. That is so cool. What did you do in the Navy?" 

I said, "I can't tell you everything because it was top secret. But, I can tell you it had to do with listening to and deciphering signals from ships, subs and airplanes. I was stationed on an aircraft carrier. I served two terms which means 8 years." 

Melvin looked impressed, "Wow. So, what made you not re-enlist?" 

I sighed, "My husband. I met him when I was on leave and fell in love. I couldn't bare to be away from him." I felt my eyes water up and looked away so he would not notice. 

I felt a warm hand on my knee and a soft voice call my name. I looked down to see him on one knee looking into my eyes with what I could have sworn was love. He wiped a tear away that snuck from my eye. He said, "I know it's hard. I know you are still dealing with his death. I also know you loved him and he will always have a special place in your heart. I admire how loyal you are to his memory. I am honored that you choose to spend time with me. We can take things slow. Of course I am going to flirt but we never have to get more serious than you are willing to be. I am going to be honest and tell you that I am crazy about you. I want you. I need you. But, I am going to wait however long you need. Just relax and let's enjoy our time together. No pressure. No strings. Well, strings if you want them." He smiled, "In that case string me up and I'll be your puppet." 

I laughed and playfully pushed him away, "You are nuts."

Later we watched the sun set over the horizon. The colors were beautiful and the scene was very romantic. I wanted to kiss him so bad that I felt like I would have a heart attack. When we were surrounded by darkness I said, "So, I guess it's time to leave, huh?" 

He shook his head, "No. We can stay all night. I just need to dock the boat. We can watch TV and hang out all night." My mind flashed the image of the bed and I blushed. 

I said, "OK. Sounds good." We ate dinner, lounged around in the cabin and watched TV after the boat was docked. 

Eventually I got really sleepy and started to yawn. I said, "I need sleep, Melvin. Where can I sleep?" 

He grinned wickedly, "My bed." 

I knew he was being flirtatious again and said, "Don't even think about it!" 

He shrugged, "Well, you know.... Thought I'd try. Seriously though, there really is only one bed. But, you can have one side and I'll have the other. We can even put pillows between us if you want." 

I nodded, "The pillows sound like a good idea." So he pulled the blanket and sheets back. He then pulled pillows from a built in cabinet on a wall near the bed. 

He lined them up and said, "There ya go. The big bad wolf won't get you tonight." 

I rolled my eyes, "Considering the wolf is the one who said it, I'm not sure I really am safe." I got in on one side of the bed and pulled the blanket up over me. He got on his side and we lied there chatting for awhile. We talked about all kinds of stuff like Jade and Brit, Tamra, her work our childhoods and so on. Finally I started to drift while he was talking. Sensing that he stopped talking. I rolled over onto my side so that my back was to him.

He whispered my name to see if I was still awake. I was but pretended to be asleep. I could feel the pillows being moved and wondered what he was up to. He gently pressed his body against mine and carefully laid his arm over my waist. He didn't gyrate or anything. I heard him take a deep breath and exhale slowly. We went to sleep like that. He just wanted to hold me close. Though I didn't admit it to him, I wanted it to. 

Months flew by. We went out at least once a week, he went to all Brit's games with Jade and we were all getting along perfectly. Then on a date I decided it was time to start taking things more serious. 

We were in my house sitting on the couch watching a movie. It was an action movie but I can't remember the name of it. I surprised Melvin when I paused the movie. I turned to him and said, "Melvin, we need to talk." 

He actually looked frightened and asked, "Did I do something wrong? What is it?" 

I shook my head, "No, quite the opposite. Melvin, I um..." I took a deep breath to calm myself, "Melvin, I have really enjoyed dating you. I am really happy. I would like us to be an official couple. Do you want that too?"

He leaned in and gave me the most passionate kiss I have ever had. His soft lips covered mine and gently pressed into them. but his tongue was hungry for mine. 

When he released me from the kiss he pulled me into him and hugged me tightly. He whispered in my ear, "I was officially yours that second day in the park." He then gently kissed my neck. 

I pulled away and said, "But we need to discuss a few things first. If we are going to be intimate there are a few things I need. If you are unwilling you need to tell me now because we will be incompatible and I don't want either of us getting hurt." 

He looked concerned, "What in the world? What is it?" 

I took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, "In my marriage I was submissive. I didn't really get to decide how, when or where we had sex. It was my duty to have sex with him. I always dreamed of being the dominate one. I can't be in a sexual relationship where I am always dominated and have no say." 

Melvin tilted his head, "Baby, all you have to do is say what you want and you got it. Even if you wanted to always be the dominate one in the bedroom I'd love it. I want a strong woman. I don't want a piece of flesh just laying like a dead fish under me." 

I felt relieved, "I am glad to hear that. So, the first issue is taken care of. The next issue is about what is done in the bedroom. My husband wasn't very affectionate. I couldn't kiss all over him. And I couldn't do the things he did to me. Sex was usually very one sided and well, boring. I want to have the freedom to be affectionate and kinky with you." 

He licked his lips, "Baby, you keep talking like this and I am going to drag you into the bedroom and let you mount me like a wild horse being broken. Tell me about this kinky stuff." 

I was blushing but kept going, "If I suck your dick, you have to be willing to eat my pussy." 

He looked like a kid in candy store with his eyes bulging, "Um.. Uh.... That is no problem at all. I'll get down on my hands and knees right now and you don't even have to go down on me." 

With that I felt my pussy twitch in excitement as if it had ears of it's own. I then said, "Next, I want to be able to strap you down and tease you until you beg for release. And blind fold you. And whip your ass. Sometimes I want you to be my sex slave." His hand slid up my leg. His hand was actually trembling. He took my hand and put it to his crotch. I could fell a large hard bulge. 

He said, "Do you feel? That should tell you what I think of all that." I nodded and swallowed as my throat suddenly felt very dry. 

I then said, "There is one more thing. I love anal sex. But, unless you are willing to let me put a dildo up your ass, we have a problem."

Now Melvin looked stunned, "A dildo? Umm... I have never done that.... I have had anal sex but I have never been the receiver. I mean I'm not gay. Won't that make me gay? I don't want to be gay." 

I chuckled, "Silly. You will only be gay if it's a guy doing it. And don't worry. I'd be gentle until you opened up for me. Just remember, how you treat my ass is how I will treat yours." 

He looked up at the ceiling, "I don't know about this issue." He looked back to me, "I mean, part of me is scared. I just have to be honest. And the other part is I don't want you to see me a sissy boy." 

I leaned in and kissed his neck and then kissed his lips. I smiled up to him, "There is nothing to be scared of. And you are way too hot and chiseled for me to think of you as a sissy boy. Why don't we try it once? I am willing to bend on this issue. If you don't cum from it, I will never ask you to do it again. But, you won't get the pleasures of my dark hole either. I'll just use the dildos on myself. I will not have a relationship where I can't do what it is done to me. And I won't be weak and submissive. Well, on occasion I will be so you can be the aggressor."

He took my hand in his, "Your terms are agreed to. Baby, I will do anything you want. My secret is that I have always wanted a strong woman to dominate me in bed. I want you to be my goddess. Let me worship and serve you." 

I nodded, "Very well. But, in public amongst other people I want to you to be a dominate male. I want to be your arm candy and I want you to be protective of me. You don't have to be jealous, though. I am all yours. I just want people to get the impression that you love me but have strong testosterone. Just don't humiliate me." 




Life with Melvin



He nodded, "You got it. Anything else?" 

I shook my head, "No. That about covers it. Well, other than I don't want you discussing our sex life with anyone." 

He rubbed my thigh again and said, "OK. So, when do I get to worship you?" 

I smiled wickedly, "Not tonight. In fact, I think it is time for you to go home. Next Saturday night Brit will be with her grandparents. You will come over here and I will have everything ready. But there is one thing you must do for your goddess. I want you to get a cock and ball restraint. You must be wearing it when you get here. Do you understand?" 

He said, "Yes. Oh god yes. I will do whatever you say."

The next night Melvin called me and one of the things he said was, "The way you were talking last night really turned me on. The words you used for the body parts and acts were exciting. And you sounded so strong. I have to admit no woman has ever excited me this much with just words. And I would have never expected you to talk that way. It makes me curious as to what else there is to learn about you." I was glad he was on the phone because if he had of been there in person he would have seen my face as red as an apple.

The next Saturday evening I heard the doorbell. I opened the door and there stood my sex toy. Inside I felt nervous because I was about to act out my fantasies. And this would be the first person I have had sex with since my husband. I had to run the show tonight. I wondered if I would be able to pull it off. 

I wore a strapless black mini dress and red high heels. My hair was up swept into a bun on the top of my head with a curly lock of hair hanging down at each temple. I wore no makeup except bright red lipstick (it was something my husband liked so I hoped Melvin would too) and no panties. He wore a light blue snug tee-shirt and black slacks. On his feet he wore black and white sneakers. 

I waved him in, "Come on in." 

He kissed me on the cheek and said, "Hey, baby. You look hot" As he walked by me I got a subtle hint of cologne. I knew that scent well - just not on him. 

I tilted my head to one side and asked, "Is that Stetson you are wearing?" 

He nodded, "Yeah. How'd you know?" 

I shrugged, "I have smelled it before. I like it." I didn't want to tell him my husband used to wear it. 

We ate a dinner I had prepared. It was fried chicken strips, pasta salad, cooked buttery carrots and buttermilk biscuits. On the side I made home made BBQ sauce (a family recipe). He moaned in delight with nearly every bite. He said the chicken was tender and juicy, the feta cheese in the pasta salad was very flavorful, the carrots were soft and sweet and the biscuits were the softest he has ever had. This made me very happy. 

My hard work was worth it. Then for dessert we had home made cherry cheese cake. When he was finished with his slice he said, "Damn, woman! You can cook! I think I'll start coming over here and eating every night!" 

I shook my head, "Don't get the wrong idea here. I don't always cook like this. I usually only cook like this on Sundays. The rest of the week my poor daughter basically fends for herself by raiding the frig and using the microwave. And we eat a lot of chicken salad. We used to order out a lot but I started gaining weight. So, we stopped that."

Melvin laughed, "Well, once a week will have to do. But I'll let you in on a little secret. I am a chef. I own the Jade's Fine Dinning restaurant. And I looooove to cook." 

I laughed, "Can you believe we don't know what each other does for money until now? So, you are a chef. I am unemployed. I am living on my husband's life insurance payout so I can be there for Brit as much as she needs until she gets old enough for a drivers license. But, I am an artist. I paint oil paintings and give them to my art broker to sell for me. My work is being sold at the Spencer's Art Show next week. I'll get you a flyer before you leave. I actually am proud to say I make pretty good money with my artwork. Oh and I think it is cute that you named your restaurant after Jade." 

He nodded, "Yeah, I really love Jade. I feel more like a Father than older brother. Hey, you have to let me treat you and Brit at my restaurant."

I nodded, "Sure thing. Hey, why did you wait so long to tell me about it?" 

He shrugged, "I didn't want to seem pompous or anything. I thought admitting I own one of the best rated restaurants in this state would sound like bragging. I didn't want to risk pushing you away. But, hey. You didn't tell me about the artwork either." 

I shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I didn't think it was important. It's cool that you are interested in it. It seems like we are both artists but in different ways. You with food and me with oils. I guess two artistic souls are bound to be attracted to each other." He nodded in agreement.

After dinner and dessert we sat out on my screened in back porch for awhile to enjoy the nice breeze on a warm summer night. And of course it helped to let our food digest. I offered Melvin a drink, "I'm sorry but I don't drink alcohol and it's not allowed in my home. This would otherwise be the perfect moment for a glass of champagne. But, I have ginger ale. Want some?" 

He nodded, "Sure. And by the way. I don't really drink either. The only time I do is when someone wants me to buy a new wine or champagne for the restaurant. As the owner I have to taste it and give my approval. I hate tasting wine, though. It makes me feel sick on my stomach. I have been letting my head chef choose the alcohol more recently. He seems to make good choices so I just have to trust him." I thought that was very interesting. 

After a glass of Ginger Ale in champagne glasses I leaned into him and gently kissed his neck. I whispered in his ear, "So how is the cock and ball restraint?" 

He smiled to me and his eyes were kind of big. He said, "I love how it separates my balls. And I have had a hard on since I left my condo." 

I slid my hand down to his crotch and could feel he was not lying. I took his hand and we stood up. I said, "It's time, my pet." He was speechless as I led him into the house and to my bedroom door. I let go of his hand and turned to face him with my back against the door. I grinned wickedly up to him, "When I open this door it will be like stepping into a different world and different lifestyle." 

I grabbed his crotch and held him firmly to make my point, "You are mine tonight. You will follow my orders. Do you understand?" 

He swallowed hard like he was suddenly nervous, "Yes." 

I nodded and let go of his crotch, "Very good. But, I will give you a safe word and a safe sign. If you are too much of a pussy for anything and want to wimp out, just say 'I'm a wimp'. If you can't speak, tap a surface like you are tapping out like they do in professional wrestling and MMA. Do you understand?" 

He nodded, "Yes." 

I then asked, "Before we get started, do you have any heart condition, injuries or illnesses I should know about?" He shook his head no. I nodded and then turned to open the door. He followed me in and I instructed him to close the door.

There before him in the room was a nice easy to tear down sex slavery chamber. My four post bed had restraints for wrists and ankles attached. On the bench at the foot of the bed were various tools for the job. I had lube, dildos, an ejaculating dildo, butt plugs, a ball gag, a blindfold, a paddle, a cat 0-nine whip, black leather cuffs with a short connector chain, alligator nipple clamps connected by a silver chain and my dildo harness with dong. 

To the right of there was the door to my bathroom. Attached to the door was a restraint system. To the left of the bed was piece of sex furniture that was shaped like a large wedge and had restraints attached to it. 

In the center of the room was a kneeling pad. In front of the kneeling pad there was a dinning chair that I covered with a soft cotton throw. The positioning of the chair, kneeling pad and bed was so that I could sit in the chair and see him kneeling before me or watch him laying in bed.

I turned to him with an evil giggle as I imagined all the stuff I was going to do to him. He was slack-jawed and speechless. I told him, "Strip down to everything but the cock and ball restraint. Leave everything at the door." After that was done I reached behind him to the wall and retrieved a leather collar with metal loops on it and a steel chain connected to the front loop. As I put the collar on him he offered no resistance. 

I led him by the chain to the kneeling pad and said, "On your knees. You will show your devotion to your Goddess with your mouth now." He got down on his knees and his face was at my crotch. I raised my skirt to show him my freshly shaven bare crotch. I stepped forward and said, "Please your Goddess and she will please you." Well, he did indeed please his Goddess. The way he moved his tongue was magical. He alternated between suckling my clit and slipping his tongue forward and backward on my slit. 

What he was doing felt so good that I was weak in the knees. He seemed to sense this and brought his hands up behind my thighs to offer support. I couldn't believe that such a handsome and sexy young stud offered himself so lovingly to me. I put a hand on the top of his head and felt his soft yet shortly cut hair. The sight before me enhanced the fantastic sensations I received as a gift from him. It didn't take much longer after that to bring my body to climax. He lovingly lapped up every bit of moistness that he could.

I sat in the chair to regain my composure for a minute. I looked down and saw his large cock hard and standing at attention. I wanted to suck it and play with it. But, I kept my cool and said, "You have done well this far. Now, crawl over to the bed and get on it. Lay on your back with your head on the pillows." 

As he crawled away I admired his round yet firm brown ass. I couldn't wait to smack it and then enter it. But a part of me felt strange to see him crawl. For some reason I decided I didn't like to see him crawl - or at least crawling AWAY from me.

Once he had completed my orders I walked over to him and stood next to the bed. He nervously stared up at the ceiling. I felt puzzled. I didn't understand why he would suddenly look nervous. I kindly told him to look at me. I asked, "Why are you nervous? You did agree to all of this." 

He nodded, "Yes, I know. But, I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried about that strap-on." 

I shook my head, "Silly boy. I told you that I would be gentle. Don't forsake all the pleasure you can get up until that point by worrying about it. If it is too worrisome for you then we will stop because there would be no point in continuing. But, if we stop tonight because of your fear and mistrust then the whole relationship needs to end right here right now. I won't be with someone that I have to prove myself to because he doesn't trust me. You see, it's not just about sex and domination. It's about you fully giving yourself to me physically, mentally and of course sexually. I will do the same thing for you. 

If this relationship is to survive, we must be equals. We must be able to trust each other even with our lives. I am in the dominant roll tonight. But, I full well planned on having nights when you are dominant as well. I will not treat you in a way I would not want to be treated. So, do we proceed or do we end it all now? If we end here and now I want you to get up, get dressed and leave. Our girls can be friends but you and I will be merely acquaintances. If we are to continue, tighten one of your hands into one of the restraints attached to the posts."

Melvin looked to me with a blank stare for a few moments. I could tell this was a totally new experience for him. I wondered if he had ever given himself to someone before and was hurt. If so, I could understand his fear. I was willing to help him through it and though I said I couldn't be in a relationship where I had to prove myself, I secretly didn't mind. 

He was in my heart and I hoped he'd stay there by choice. Finally he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He gave a small smile and attached his right wrist into the bind and tightened single buckle. I smiled in relief. Without a word between us I then attached his left wrist tightly. I then attached his ankles to the same kind of restraints attached to the posts at the foot of the bed.

I could tell he was still nervous but was trying to act like he wasn't. I kind of felt bad about this. But I couldn't let him know. I had to stay calm in hopes of relaxing him. I decided at that point not to be as aggressive as I had initially wanted to be nor would I use the strap on. 

Instead, I would use smaller dildos just to loosen him up a little and show him that I could bring him pleasure with anal play. I would build him up to the bigger more aggressive stuff. In my excitement I was going to throw him in the proverbial deep end of the pool and he didn't know how to swim yet. It didn't seem fair to him. Besides, we would have plenty of time together in the future. 

I stood at the foot of the bed and smiled as I admired his sexy muscular brown body. And the sight of the cock and ball restraint was exciting. Perhaps too exciting so I forced myself not to look in that area too much. I removed my clothing and took the ball gag from the bench. I then walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. I smiled to him and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. 

I had planned to quickly pull away but his plump lips felt too wonderful to pull away from. So, my kiss lingered for a bit. I then attached the ball gag and tightened the two small buckles on the sides. His eyes grew wide and I said, "Shhhh.... No fear."  

I looked into his eyes with sincerity and said, "Melvin, I claim you as mine. You may never touch another woman with lust or romantic love. Your cock is never to be touched by another woman or pleasured by another woman in anyway. I claim your heart as well. You will never have romantic love for another woman. 

If you do not love me yet, you will eventually or you will just never experience that kind of love. I want you to know that I am very loving and loyal. I will never knowingly break your heart or sadden you. I will however be sexually aggressive. It is only because you stir up my hormones and adrenaline in a way I never thought possible. But even then I will not hurt you." I could see him smile at my words. I must have comforted him. 

I then began to slowly run my hand over his muscular chest and over his sexy abs. I then gently took his cock in my hand. His body jerked in surprise (or excitement perhaps). I pretended not to notice as I began to stroke it. When it began to come to life I lowered my mouth over the tip and licked in circles. I heard his breathing deepen as he began to get excited. When I began to slowly take his manhood into my mouth I could feel his cock get thicker. I kept going until I had all of him in my mouth and down my throat. He moaned in ecstasy. I guess his cock was about 8 inches and was surprised I took it all in.

I then swallowed a few times to let my throat stroke him. I pulled off of his cock until just the tip was in my mouth as I took a breath. Then, I went down again. I repeated all this 3 more times. When I tasted pre-cum I knew he was close and decided to make him wait a bit. I looked up to him and saw the pleading look in his eyes. I chuckled and said, "Not yet, you naughty boy."

I then got up and retrieved the nipple clamps from the bench. I attached one to each nipple and ignored him when he sucked in his breath from the sudden sharp pain. To torture him just a bit I pulled on the connecting chain a bit to pull his nipples a bit. He seemed to not care too much for that. I took a mental note of that. I pulled again and said, "Your release will be much sweeter after suffering a little pain." He looked truly worried with those words. 

I then retrieved the cat-o-nine whip and whacked it onto his hardened cock. He sucked in air again and shook his head no at me. I said nothing and whipped him again. He sucked in his breath but looked up at the ceiling this time. I did it again and he just grunted. Once again I did it and he grunted again. But his cock did not deflate. 

He seemed to find some arousal in this. I whipped him again and said, "Funny how pain can be pleasurable, isn't it?" He looked to me and nodded. I whipped him three more times fast and hard. I could see a little pre-cum dribble out of the head of his cock. I knew that meant it was time to stop doing that.

I pulled on the chain a few more times to level out his pleasurable pain. Then I decided it was time to introduce him to anal sex - on the receiving end. I retrieved the lube and bent down to start the next phase.

I poured a little lube over his asshole and then began to gently push my index finger in his asshole. He was very tight and tightened up more as I began to press in. I looked to him and saw the worry on his face. I said, "Baby, you have to relax. Focus on making your asshole stay open. Fight the urge to clench it closed. We are doing this tonight. I'd rather not do it the hard way." He nodded his head to me in understanding.

It was apparent that he took my advice as he relaxed his anus. The index finger was slid all the way in. Slowly, I began to slide the finger in and out. When he was relaxed enough I slid my middle finger in alongside the index finger. Once I had both fingers in I began to flick the two fingers against each other. He found pleasure in this as evident by his pleasurable moan. Fearing he would cum I stopped and pulled on the nipple chain a few times. I looked down at him and said, "I will make you my ass whore. I don't think it will be hard after all." He just looked at me wide-eyed.

Next came the butt plug. I picked up the smaller of the three and lubed it. It was black, 5 inches long and one inch wide at it's widest point. I held it up for him to see and said, "This is the first thing to go in your ass. We will get to a bigger one later." That worried look was on his face that I just ignored again.

I began to slide it on his ass and he suddenly tightened. I stopped where I was and said, "Don't tighten unless I tell you too. Otherwise you will make this hurt more than it needs to." He took my advice and I slid it all the way in. I smiled to him and said, "See, not so difficult." I noticed his cock had gone down a bit so I lowered my moth down and took all of his cock in and out a few times. When he was hard again I stopped and decided to focus my attention elsewhere.

His testicles were nicely separated due to wearing the cock and ball restraint. Taking advantage of this sexy sight I sucked his right testicle into my mouth. I sucked on it and used my tongue to move the fragile testicle around inside the ball sack. The other testicle was next. He moaned loudly as pre-cum began to glisten on his cock head. I was not ready for his release yet. He would cum twice from something in his ass this night.

I slid the butt plug in and out many times to simulate fucking. He moaned and repeatedly turned his head left and right as if the pleasure was too much. So, the bigger butt plug was lubed and replaced the smaller one. The bigger one was the same length but wider. It was 2 inches wide. This time I fucked him hard and fast until he ejaculated. His back arched as he nearly screamed into the ball gag and his whole body tightened. As he was ejaculating I snatched out the butt plug and shoved an even larger one in. It was 5 inches long and 3.5 inches wide. The sudden intrusion seemed to make him squirt again. I left it in his panting excited body. I looked down at him and said, "Yes, you are going to be a great ass-whore. Just relax there, baby. You are going to cum at least one more time this night. Just lay there and relax."