“LET’S MAKE UP”
Zach was actually not asleep when Cathy returned. He had
been waiting for her and only pretended to be sleeping in order to give her
some space. He had heard all her movements, and he had deliberately put his arm
around her and whispered that he loved her. What he did not understand was why
she cried her heart out till she fell asleep. What had happened to her while
she was out? What had happened while he was away? Why was she not wearing her
ring still? Did any of it have to do with the supposed friend called Dale? If
thinking alone could produce answers, Zach was sure he would have had his fill
of them already. He watched over his beloved wife for some time before spooning
himself behind her and he also fell into a worried sleep.
Before long, it was daybreak. When Zach awoke, Cathy was not
in bed with him. He looked long at her part of the bed as if that would make
her appear there. He wanted to hold his wife, kiss her, do a lot of wicked
things to her but he could not. In defiance to his brain, his shaft rose
mightily and stood up straight. “You better calm down, boy. You are not getting
anything yet.” But before his shaft obeyed, Cathy entered the bedroom with a
tray of beverage, bread, biscuits and fried eggs. She mouthed an “Oh” and
received a responding shrug from her husband. She then realized that it had
been quite some time since they got intimate. But this was not the time, not when
she was about to lose everything she loved.
Zach sat up in bed as Cathy served him his breakfast. He
took it as his wife’s way of making things up with him, and he was right. As
soon as he was done eating and the tray had been cleared, Cathy came back to
him, snuggled in his side (his total weakness) and whispered, “I’m sorry, Zach.
Let’s make up. Can we…” Before she could finish, they heard a knock on their
front door. Cathy immediately became agitated. Could it be Dale? Zach went to
check who was at the door. He returned with a black-painted envelope with
Cathy’s name written in red. She snatched the envelope from him, shakily opened
it and found one small sheet of paper, on which was written “Six more days. Come
to me with 7,000 or else …”
“That’s some black mail there,” Zach offered, smiling at the
pun. On a different day, Cathy and he would have gotten into a literary
argument but today was different. This was a real threat to her peace of mind
and her marriage. She could not joke at all. “Whom is it from, Cathy? Cathy…”
That jolted her from her thinking.
Before Cathy could respond with a sly lie, her mobile handset
rang. It was Dale. Cathy’s heart resumed its pumping at a faster rate. She
looked at the black envelope in her hand and decided to answer the call. Before
she could, however, the call ended, and she heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
Zach was looking at her all the while, wondering what was
happening, and praying it would not destroy the romantic mood they had begun
cooking up earlier. His manhood began to harden again. As he put his hand on
his zipper to cover it, Cathy lifted her head, saw his hand, and looked at her
husband face. “I’m sorry, love. The little boy down there can’t seem to lie
still when you are around. And since it has been over a year now…” her husband
shrugged, deliberately faltering, hoping his wife would catch the hint and do
something. She gave him a blank look, as if she did not comprehend, then she
signaled with her index finger for him to come closer. He did, and stood
directly in front of her. She did not take her eyes off his face. Her hands
travelled slowly up from his knees, his thighs, and to his abdomen. Zach
gulped. His blood was steaming and it was evident in the bulge beneath his
shorts. He wished he could get rid of them immediately. But he did not know
what Cathy had in mind, so he lifted his eyes to the ceiling, prayed for strength
and sighed his wife’s name.
Cathy was quite busy turning her husband on. She was
enjoying the torture she seemed to elicit from his body. She had glanced up
once and had seen him look up n mouth something. She went on: she pulled him
closer gently, bringing his waist very near her nose. She nuzzled the small
hairs on his abdomen and tickled his navel with her tongue. She ran her tongue
from his navel down to the top of the shorts and back up again, kissing his
navel. Zach could no longer stand still: he held his wife’s shoulders for
support and moaned inaudibly, wondering exactly when Cathy would release him.
Suddenly she stopped and looked at his face, as if she wasn’t sure she should
continue. Then, Zach leaned forward and pulled her to her feet, causing the
letter to fall to the ground. They did not care about anything at this point;
all they wanted was to be with each other and enjoy each other once more.
Zach kissed Cathy’s lips ever so softly. God, how he had
missed his wife’s lips. He stayed with her lips, sucking, licking, tasting.
Cathy gave back with equal passion, not wanting Zach to go along passion lane
alone. Her arms went to his back, running her fingers lightly down his spine. This
made Zach lean in to her, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. His tongue
found hers, and they began the romantic dance. The fire surging through their
bloodstreams made them throw off their clothes. What could not come off easily
got torn. Finally they were together, skin to skin. Zach cupped Cathy’s breast
in one hand and rotated her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Cathy’s moan was
swallowed by a deep kiss. She held on to him like a lifeline, taking in all
that he was offering. Zach moved to the second breast and gave it the same
treatment, now nibbling and sucking the first breast. The twin effect was too
much for Cathy, and she cried out her pleasure. Sensing that she might let go
of him and fall off, Zach stood up straight and lifted her onto the bed, where
he continued his foreplay by sucking each toe. He moved up her legs slowly, kissing
one as he tickled the other. When he got to her pelvis, she was already
writhing on the bed. He was determined to make up for all the time he was
absent, and it appeared his effort was paying off. He dropped feathery kisses
on her hips and her inner thighs. To tease her, he stroked the inner parts of
her thighs lightly, following his fingers with his mouth. By the time his
fingers found her warm centre, she was already wet and ready, clutching at the
bedspread, wanting more. Zach took advantage of that and began to lick her
womanly button, slowly at first, then increased pace. Cathy’s hips moved in
rhythm to his tongue, on the verge of breaking apart with pleasure. Zach held
her hips and made a firm thrust with his tongue straight into her womanhood.
Cathy screamed his name. She had never been loved this way before, not even by
her own husband. This was new to her, and she was loving every bit of it. She thrust
her hips up in order to get more from him. She then ran her hands down his bare
chest to hold his powerful shaft. The unexpected action made Zach jerk and hold
her tighter. He gently withdrew his tongue from her womanhood and took her hand
away from his shaft. He looked straight into his wife’s eyes as he rose up over
her and supported his weight on his forearms. Gently, he parted his wife’s legs
and, not breaking eye contact, glided smoothly into her. It was the most
amazing feeling he had experienced in over a year, and although they had done
it before, that night seemed special, as if it was their first. Zach held on in
her for a while, waiting for her to get used to his shaft. He wondered how come
she was still so tight. Then she moved her hips up, and Zach began the rhythmic
thrust, slow at first, just as he had done with his tongue, kissing her and
fondling her breasts, giving her all the pleasure he had denied her and taking
all that she offered. Suddenly, Cathy threw his weight off him. His face
expressed shock as he saw her smile. What wickedness was his wife planning? It happened
that the “wickedness” was in his wife sitting astride him and sliding his
manhood up into her. She began to wind and grind on top of him, rendering him
quite useless except to enjoy his wife. She had never done this before, and he
greatly enjoyed her grinding on top of him. She leaned forward and began
bouncing. Zach was so impressed that he nearly spilled his seed. He saw the
pleasure on his wife’s face and held on for her. When she climaxed and
consequently reached orgasm (another rare event), he was right behind her,
spilling his substance into her. She then collapsed on top of him, a smile
riding her beautiful lips. He kissed the top of her head and held her tighter.
She raised her head, and said, “I love you, Zach, no matter what.” Yeah, Zach
thought, you must love a man to give him a good grind.
She fell asleep on her husband who quietly lifted her off
him and onto the bed. As it was now afternoon, he decided to prepare the meal
they would eat after she woke up. He saw the paper and the black envelope near
his shorts when he bent to pick it up. Out of curiosity, he read the contents. He
was taken aback. Why would anyone be blackmailing his wife?
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