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I climbed to the controls, dripping with snot and sweat. The big red button labeled "Launch Next Chapter" just out of reach. I thought about giving up, giving in, but no. My readers needed me. They needed this. With a final lunge I slapped the big red button, and as the fever of the flu led me down the dark corridor to a dreamless, Nyquil influenced sleep, my last thought as I watched the next chapter launch into the internets, was "Motherfuckin' T-Rex Baby!" (Hey, fevers do strange things to my brain thing.):
(Mika)
I don’t know how long I cried, maybe a few second, or minutes, or a week, but eventually my sobs ran out and all that was left were sniffs. I felt like the weight of a thousand worries were lifted off my chest, and there were arms around me, Joseph’s arms, just like when I scraped my knee the first time I tried to ride a bike, or the time I broke my toe after my first field hockey game. Where as I felt safe and loved in David’s arms, Joseph was different. He was the second parent in my life, and was always there for me when Dad was working in the office, or away on a business trip. Now it felt like everything was going to be all right. I had my husband and I had Joseph around me. There was nothing that could hurt me anymore.
“Mrs. Simmons, have you eaten?” Joseph asked, and I couldn’t help my snort. He always wanted to know if I ate. It was his go to greeting, and it made me feel like I was home after a long journey.
“I didn’t, is there anything to eat?”
“I will have lunch ready in an hour, Mrs. Simmons.”
I pull back and frown up at him. “Please, call me what you always call me. It sounds weird, you calling me Mrs. Simmons.”
“Very well, Little Miss.” Ah, that was so much better. Joseph always had a kind smile on his face, like what you would picture an old world toymaker to have.
“Mr. Simmons, would Chicken Alfredo do for you?”
“Yes, Joseph. That would be fantastic.” David replied.
“Very good, Sir.” Joseph helped me up. “Did you bring any luggage?”
“No. We had to make this trip on short notice.”
Joseph and David shook hands, and then we were led into the home that I grew up in. It was exactly how I remembered it, the smells, like an old coat, comfortable and warm. The only thing missing from the place that I remember the last time I was here was all the funeral flowers were all gone. If I didn’t know better I would expect my dad to walk down the grand staircase and lift me up into the air, but I knew that it wouldn’t happen. Not anymore. I looked over to David, and the dad in my mind became my husband, lifting a dark haired little boy into the air. Oh, that would be the best sight, but not yet. Someday. Fatherhood would suit him I think.
No! Not yet! Hell, my mind can really wander sometimes. Still, I looked forward to many wonderful experiences with my husband, and that is one I looked forward to with glee.
“I will get dinner started,” Joseph called, “So why don’t you two go and relax by the pool. It is nice and warm out there, and I will have Mrs. Charlotte fetch you some lemonade.”
“Thank you, Joseph.” I beamed at him.
“Very good. Everything is where you left it.” With that, Joseph was off to the kitchen and David was following me up the stairs to my room.
My door didn’t change since I was six. It had cut out paper hearts, stars and a nameplate shaped like a unicorn with “Mika” written in recessed pink letters. The dark wood of the door make the contrasting bright colors of the decorations easy to spot from down the wide, blue carpeted hallway. When we reached the door I had an idea.
(David)
“You can’t come in!” Mika suddenly whirled around and pushed me back from her door.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re a boy! Boys are not allowed in a girl’s room!” She gave me a scowl that told me she was serious.
“I’m your husband, Mika. We sleep in the same room at home, and I’m not going to judge the decor, and I am almost certain that it isn’t messy.” I couldn’t help the grin on my face, even though I was trying really hard to look offended.
“No!”
“But-”
“No! Not even you!” She stamped her foot and made it clear she wasn’t going to budge.
“Fine, I will stay in the guest room.” I threw my hands up, and she grinned at me. Oh, I knew she had something planned. I rolled my eyes and she stuck out her tongue. It was moments like these that it really hit me how young she was. It was really easy to forget when she acted so mature, doing all the housework and all the cooking, but she really was only fourteen after all. My fourteen year old wife…
Before I could say anything she was into her room and the door was closed with a slam, and I was left to find the guest room that I was going to be staying in. My favorite was the room that overlooked the gardens, if only because you could see the flowers blooming in the early summer sun, and in winter there was a pond in the back that we used to ice skate on. I remembered the one time I tried to teach Mika to skate when she was five. She hung onto my hand so tight that she cut off the circulation to my fingers. She also fell and twisted her ankle, and I had to carry her back into the house, and I got scolded by my dad for not taking better care of her. Then there was the time that I found her crying in the garden when she was seven. She was being bullied by a boy in her private school, and I remembered the rage.
It was the reason I got into martial arts was to curb that rage of mine. For some reason I had a lot of anger in my elementary school days, and my father’s solution was to put me into tournaments to let me blow off some steam, and it worked. I only lost two tournaments, my first two. I never wanted Mika to know of my anger issues, so I worked hard to hide it. Even now, I used my Karate classes to focus that anger, and to be honest, Mika’s smile had a profound effect in calming me down. It was almost like that part of me was incapable of coming out in her presence, and I never wanted to see the look in her eyes the day she saw that monster in me.
“Mr. Simmons, can I help you?” Mrs. Charlotte appeared behind me and I almost jumped out my my skin and into orbit. I bet that would give some astronauts a heart attack, I mean, she near gave me one.
“Oh! Uh-Yeah! I was just looking for a room. And a swimsuit. Because we were going to the pool.” I stammered like a moron, but all Mrs. Charlotte did was smile at me. Mrs. Charlotte was a middle aged woman, with blond hair that she kept in a tight bun in the back. She always had a pleasant look about her, even though I always on my best behavior around her, because even though she was always sweet, I couldn’t help but feel like this woman would break me in half with her pinkie if I so much as uttered a single syllable of a swear word in front of her.
“This way, Sir.”
She led me into my favorite guest room, and told me to settle in while she fetched me a pair of swim trunks. It was only a minute or two and she was back with a pair that I must have brought with me one time, since it fit me perfectly, then she left me to change.
After I was changed I made my way down to the pool. It was massive, the size and shape of a small lake, with a fake rock mountain on one side that was at least as tall at the second story, and had a meandering water slide that started at the peak and winded its way down, ending in the deeper end of the pool. There were also some waterfalls, the biggest one hiding a cave that I knew had a hot tub inside. Mika and I used to play hide and seek and it was my favorite place to hide because she would never think that anyone could hide in the hot water. She eventually figured me out but it took her a few years, around the time she started to like relaxing in the hot tub. I think it was also around the time she started doing field hockey.
I heard the sound of flip flops behind me, and I turned to see Mika. Holy shit! She was wearing a bikini, and while it wasn’t too small to be dirty, it sure showed off all her good sides. It was red with blue stripes, and pressed her breasts together in just the right way, showing off her ample cleavage. The bottoms did cover her but the material was thin enough that it was clear any water would make it cling to her skin and leave very little to the imagination.
“So?”
“So what?” I replied, still floored at how stunning she was with her bathing suit and how it only enhanced her hour glass figure into something so much more alluring.
She did a spin, and holy fuck! It was a thong!
“What do you think? Like it?”
All that I could think now was that for some reason the swim trunks I had on were feeling a little too tight right now. I instinctively held the towel in front of me. “I think I like it a little too much.”
She beamed at me, and suddenly bolted into the water with a big splash. I decided to join her, since I could easily hide the stiff erection I was sporting. As I slipped into the water from the side of the pool, Mika swam up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, and suddenly I was under the water.
I broke out of the water and she was laughing, and I decided that I was a big proponent of revenge at the moment. I had perfected the art of the targeted splash, and my shot ran true, hitting Mika right in the face.
“Y-you!” She sputtered, “You splashed me!”
“Yup.” I grinned. “I’m not even sorry.”
Her eyes lit up, and I could see that my future was going to be one of endless torture. “Bring it on, babe!”
After a few minutes of a most epic watery battle between the forced of good (me), and pure girl levels of evil, I finally caught her and after applying a full tickle torture attack, threw her into the air, and she splashed down, leaving behind evidence of my victory, two triangular patched of cloth connected by a string.
Mika popped back up from the bottom, with only her arm keeping her modesty in check.
“You dick!” She shouted in between her giggles, and she grabbed the fallen top. “Turn around.”
I didn’t. “Why? Not like I haven’t seen them before.”
“That’s not the point.” She glared at me. I just smiled in return.
“I’m going to the hot tub.” I announced, and swam over to the large waterfall. Inside was a set of stairs that I climbed, and walked over to the recessed pool of hot water, and it felt magnificent. There was a hole in the top where I could see the blue sky above, and it was surrounded by plants so that it gave off the illusion of a tropical hideaway.
Mika soon stepped out of the pool and joined me, her top now firmly tied on.
“You know, you could have waited for me.” She pouted.
“I was just giving you some privacy.”
“Oh, what a gentleman you are.” She was dripping with sarcasm.
“Mrs. Simmons, you wound me!” I couldn’t hide the shit eating grin on my face.
She rolled her eyes at me, and the urge to quote Christian Grey wasn’t easy to suppress, but Mika hated that book, so I held my tongue. After all, seeing a fourteen year old with a perfect body, and a libido that would put almost any man in a world of trouble if he tried to match it, made me not want to ruin it with a smart comment. After all, I liked the trouble I could get into with her.
She slipped into the hot water with a groan of pleasure, and it sent the sound right to my cock, already stiff after watching her prance around in a bikini that fit her a little too well.
“Why don’t you come and sit by me?” I said, patting the water next to me.
She smiled, and it was a radiant smile that melted through me to my core, and she glided in the water over to me, and straddled me. Her lips met mine in a kiss that spoke her desire more than words ever could. She wanted me, really wanted me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her into me. Her arms reached up and grabbed my hair, dragging my kiss deeper as she pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I pushed back, eventually pushing my way into her mouth and tasting the sweet flavor of Mika. My head swam in lust and the hot water wasn’t helping.
I pulled back, and we were both panting like we ran a mile full sprint. My hands were on the knot that kept her top on. Try as I might, my love drunk brain just couldn’t get around the string puzzle before me. Mika giggled, and reaching back easily undid the knot, and slipped out of her top, exposing her breasts, and I just couldn’t help myself. I popped her right nipple into my mouth and sucked while my hand found, and lightly pinched, her left nipple.
“Oh! God! David!” She moaned out. Her hips began to grind on me, and my erection became like granite. I could have fucked my way to the core of the Earth, but I was much more interested in Mika’s core at that moment.
Her hands were back in my hair, playing and kneading as she gasped and moaned, and I wondered if I could make her come just by playing with her tits, but she pulled me up to her lips, and they were cool from her panting, but her mouth was red hot. It was a very arousing contrast.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, and she clamped her knees tight, seemingly knowing was my intentions were.
“Oh, no baby. I am going to take you how I want you.” I said. I wanted her, and I had a plan.
She smiled, and her eyes were dilated with need. I pushed her legs apart, and she only put up a token resistance before spreading wide before me, her lips in full view, being clung to by the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. I pulled the fabric to the side, and I could see her glistening wetness that was absolutely not from the hot water. I leaned in and ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit, across her opening, and right up to her clitoris, and felt a satisfaction in hearing the cry of pleasure escape from her.
My tongue moved around like on autopilot as I reveled in her moans, feeling all around her clitoral hood, and circling the small, but swollen hard bean. I circled her opening with my finger, and then I slowly pushed it into her, feeling the top of her vaginal wall, and I felt the rough patch of nerves. I teased it while I devoured her pussy with my tongue, and I could feel her starting to tighten around my finger as her moans became sharp and high pitched.
“David!” She cried out in a thunderous orgasm. I had to move my head back quick before her legs trapped it in a death grip, as she shuddered in release.
I dragged off my trunks, exposing my cock, and untied the side strings that kept her bikini on, and I peeled off the fabric that was clinging to her sex. I threw it to the side of hot tub where it hit the floor with a splat. I looked at her, still trembling with orgasmic shudders, and I moved up to her. She opened her legs for me without opening her eyes, like she was sensing me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance, and with a quick thrust I was in her, and she opened her eyes with shock, and just as quickly she clenched onto my hard erection with another shuddering orgasm. I mentally ticked off another orgasm on the score card.
When she relaxed again I began to move, feeling every warm, wet inch of her. I was already close as I watched her breasts bounce with my thrusts.
“Oh! David, fuck me hard. Please.” She begged, and I was only too happy to oblige. I slammed my cock deep into her, and she began to moan again as I hit deep, all the way to her womb. The slapping sound of my balls just heightened the erotic feeling, and I could start to feel the pressure build.
Mika grabbed around my neck and pulled me suddenly down into a deep kiss, and I began to buck into her with everything I had. Her moans and cries were muffled as she let them out into my mouth, and I could feel her walls tighten around me, pulling me in as I tried to move away, and accepting me back in hungrily. With one sharp cry she detonated around me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me into her as far as I could go. It set me off and I released my own orgasm inside her, pumping hot cum into her beet red pussy. My mind was swimming in post coital drunkenness as I collapsed onto her in exhaustion. The last thing I remembered was the light kisses she placed on the side of my mouth, and I fell asleep in her embrace on the side of the hot tub.
My God, I loved my wife.
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