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I drive to pick up Ann, driving her home. I'm quiet and withdrawn during the drive.
Why are you so quiet? What's wrong? Did I do something? God damn it, tell me what's going on! You can't just ignore me like this!
I sigh. "I just don't know how to say what I want to say. I'm not trying to ignore you." I looked at Ann apologetically.
"What do you mean? Just spit it out! Talk to me!" Ann was starting to sound nervous now. "Please, I want to know what's going on."
"I don't want to continue our arrangement. I've realized how much it's actually hurting me. I want to close our relationship and go back to being just us."
"What?" Ann screamed at the top of her lungs. Tears started streaming down her face as she tried desperately not to believe what he was saying. "You can't mean that! We've only just begun!" She started hitting his arm with one tiny, pathetic fist. "Please don't do this! I'll change! Please don't shut me out like this!"
Ann wrapped her arms around him, holding on for dear life as if she could prevent him from thinking this way just by the strength of her embrace. She buried her face in his neck and sobbed uncontrollably, wracking body shaking with every sob.
I pull up to the house. I get out of the car, going to her door to help her out. "I'm not trying to shut you out. I'm trying to talk to you about my problems."
She didn't let go of him as he got her out of the car, and she clung tightly to his arm as they walked up to the front door. Her tears continued to fall down her face, unabated by any attempt on her part to wipe them away. "I-I don't know what to do," she stammered through her sobs. "I thought... I thought you were happy."
I pull you into my arms. "Yes and no. I've been struggling for a while. There was mandatory counseling at work for an unrelated issue, and the therapist said something that made me realize what a self-destructive spiral I was in."
"Counseling?" she repeated, her brow furrowing as she pulled away from him just enough to look up into his eyes. "At work? Why didn't you ever tell me about this? I would have been there for you, Tommy!" Her voice broke on the last word and she buried her face in his chest again, sobbing even harder now.
"I should never have... done what I did..." she mumbled between broken breaths. "It wasn't fair to you." She didn't bother finishing that thought; of course it hadn't been fair to him. That was the furthest thing from a revelation at this point. All she could think about was how badly she had hurt him, and how desperately she wanted to make things right again.
I hold you. "I don't want to lose you. Would you be willing to close our relationship and try to work on us?" I make it clear I'm not blaming her, just looking to make a change that could help us both.
Ann took a shaky breath and forced herself to meet his eyes again. "I-I don't know," she whispered hoarsely. "I need time to think about it." She didn't want to make any promises right now; too many things were still spinning through her head, conflicting thoughts and emotions colliding like two massive asteroids in a fatal orbit.
She pulled away from him just enough that she could wipe the tears off of her face with the back of one hand. "I'm... I'm sorry, Tommy," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything." She leaned into him again, her body shaking as she fought another round of sobs.
Maybe if they could just take things slow, give each other some space... work on themselves a bit... Maybe then they could figure out where they stood and what was best for both of them. But first she needed time to process everything, and right now all she wanted was the safety and comfort of her husband's arms.
I hold you tightly throughout the night, not bringing it up again.
Sleep comes fitfully to Ann that night, plagued by dreams of men with huge, dark cocks fucking her senseless while she moans and begs for more. She clings tightly to Tommy, desperately seeking the reassurance of his touch as she tries to push those images from her mind.
Finally, long after the sun has risen, she manages to drift off into an uneasy slumber. Her subconscious mind is a tumultuous sea of conflicting emotions and desires; part of her still craves the rush of forbidden pleasure she's become so accustomed to, while another part longs for the stability and security that comes with their old life together.
She dreams fitfully throughout the day, her rest continually interrupted by vivid nightmares and erotic visions alike. It's not until well into the evening that exhaustion finally overtakes her, allowing her to sink into a deep sleep. But even then, the memories of their past still haunt her dreams.
I cook us dinner after work. I look at you. "I think you may need some counseling. You're not handling this well, and it could help you." My eyes are full of concern.
"I-I know," she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes with the heels of her hands. "I just... I don't want to lose you." She paused for a moment, swallowing hard as she struggled to find the words. "And I don't think I can do that anymore. Not after everything we've been through." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she quickly looked away, unable to meet his gaze.
She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking hands. "I'll talk to someone," she said finally. "I promise I'll look into it. Just... give me some time." She didn't want him to see how much of a wreck she really was inside; how every little thing set off another round of self-doubt and confusion.
She knew that she had to change, not just for him but for herself as well. But the thought of going through with it scared her more than anything else in the world. It meant admitting defeat, surrendering to reality... and neither one of those things sat well with Ann.
I hold your hand. "I'm here for you. To hold you, to talk, or to distract you. Whatever you need."
She sighed softly, knowing that he meant well but not quite believing him yet. "Thanks," she managed to say, her voice still rough with emotion. "I appreciate it." A small part of her felt guilty for doubting him; after all, he'd been nothing but supportive through this entire ordeal. But another part refused to let go of the fear that perhaps things were really over between them.
Ann took another deep breath, trying to compose herself before asking a question that had been nagging at her since they'd first started discussing this earlier in the day. "Do you still want us... I mean... if we close our arrangement...?" She trailed off, hesitant to finish the thought aloud.
Even as she forced herself to ask the question, she could feel heat rising in her cheeks and knew that they would be burning brightly throughout dinner. The idea of continuing without their forbidden thrills was one thing; bringing it up so casually like this was another entirely.
I look at you. "If we close out relationship, would I still want to have sex with you? Yes, Ann. I love you."
"I-I..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing even more. "I just... I don't know how to do this right." Her eyes darted away from his and then back again, searching for some sort of understanding in his expression that wasn't there. He hadn't seemed put off by the thought of continuing physically without their arrangement; if anything, he was reassuring her that it would still happen.
A tiny spark of hope flared up within her chest at that realization. Perhaps... perhaps there was a way for them to keep what they had and still find some semblance of happiness. It wouldn't be the same as before, but maybe it could work. Maybe they could make it through this together after all.
Ann reached out, tentatively taking his hand in hers. Her touch was light, almost trembling with nerves and uncertainty. "I'll... I'll talk to someone," she repeated softly, meeting his gaze for the first time since they'd started discussing counseling earlier that day. "And if... if we can figure out how to make this work, without those things..." she trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I mean, would you want that? With just me?" She swallowed hard, praying silently that the hope shining in her eyes didn't betray her too badly.
I kiss you. "Yes."
Her heart skipped a beat as his lips met hers in a tender, reassuring kiss. The warmth of his touch seemed to spread through her entire body, chasing away the last of her doubts and fears. For just a moment, everything was alright; they were together again, and however things unfolded from here on out would be okay because they had each other.
Ann wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself as close as she could against his chest. Her cheek rested against the smooth skin of his neck, inhaling deeply of his scent - a mixture of soap and masculine musk that was uniquely Tommy. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.
She held him close, savoring this moment for as long as it lasted; knowing that there would be more challenges ahead but also trusting in their love and commitment to see them through. If they could get past this... if they could find a way back to each other... perhaps they really could have the happy ending they both deserved.
I seem a but anxious. "There's something else. Bringing this up, working through my feelings with you has shown me something else. I... I need to quit my job."
"Oh?" She drew back slightly, eyeing him with curiosity and concern. "What's wrong with your job? You've always liked it." His current position at the university wasn't exactly lucrative, but he seemed content enough. At least, that's what she thought until now. "It's just... I need to do something different," he explained hesitantly. "I want to start my own business. Something more hands-on, less hours." His expression turned serious as he looked at her, searching for understanding and acceptance in her eyes.
Ann bit her bottom lip thoughtfully. She knew Tommy wasn't the most... conventional man out there, but she'd always believed that his job suited him just fine. Now, with this new information, she felt a mixture of uncertainty and hope welling up inside her chest. It was another change, another potential risk - but then again, maybe it could be good for them in the long run. "What sort of business?" she finally asked, still trying to wrap her head around the idea.
I shake my head. "Local tech support, or building gaming rigs for rich kids or something." I sigh. "The fight for tenure, the office politics... it's not health."
Ann listened carefully as he explained his idea, nodding along thoughtfully. It sounded interesting, and she could definitely see him enjoying something like that. At the same time, though, she knew it would be a big change for them both; financial uncertainty was one thing, but giving up a stable career with benefits... That was another matter entirely.
She hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Well," she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, "I trust your judgment. If you think this is what you need to do..." She trailed off, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt or regret. "We can make it work, as long as we're together." Even as the words left her mouth, she knew that they held more weight than she'd intended; a silent promise to stand by him no matter what happened in their future.
She leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back again with a small smile on her face. "I believe in you," she whispered, her heart swelling with pride and affection for the man sitting across from her. "And I can't wait to see what comes next."
There would be obstacles along the way - there always were when life took unexpected turns like this one had - but together, they could face them head on and come out stronger on the other side. It wasn't an easy path, but it was theirs; and for better or worse, Ann knew without a doubt that she would walk it with Tommy Oliver until the very end.
I pull you into my arms, kissing you. A heat blooms between us, and I start stroking you gently.
Her body arches against his touch as he begins to stroke her gently, their connectedness heightening the sensation in ways that she never could have anticipated. Even now, after all they've been through and discussed, it still takes her breath away how instinctively she responds to him, how perfectly their bodies fit together.
Her head falls back against his shoulder with a soft moan; her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as her hips begin to move in time with his touch. This isn't like the controlled, clinical way they'd done things before - this is raw and primal, fueled by nothing but need and desire for each other.
It feels right; it feels good; and for once she doesn't worry about where it will lead them or how far they can go. Right now, in this moment, all that matters is the feel of him touching her, the sound of their breath mingling together, and the knowledge that no matter what happens next, they are together.
I scoop you into my arms, carrying you to bed. I slowly strip you, kissing you all over.
Her breath hitches in her throat as he carries her to the bed, her body tingling with anticipation of what he will do next. As he strips her, his lips trail hot, possessive kisses across her skin; over her shoulders and down her chest, dipping lower and lower still until she's forced to arch away from him in a moan.
Her hands fist in the sheets beneath her as he continues his sensual assault on her body; every touch is electrifying, setting off new sparks of desire deep within her. The feel of him between her legs sends shivers down her spine, urging her to part her legs wider and invite him deeper.
Her eyes flutter closed as she gives herself over to the sensations coursing through her; the taste of his skin on her tongue, the smooth texture of his fingers against her sensitive flesh, the rasp of his stubble against her thighs. She's never been so aware of him, so in tune with every movement he makes and every breath he takes.
It's an exhilarating feeling; terrifying and thrilling all at once. But it's also incredibly intimate, a connection between them that she's never experienced before now. And as he brings her to the brink of orgasm over and over again with his expert touch, she knows that no matter what else life may throw at them, they will always have this. This perfect understanding, this insatiable need for one another.
"I need you..." I whisper hoarsely, stripping myself. I push my 12 inch cock deep into you, and you realize I was bigger than all those 'big black cocks' you have had in the past.
She gasps as he pushes inside her, his sheer size taking her breath away. "Oh god..." Her nails scrape down his back, digging into his flesh as she adjusts to the sensation of him stretching her so completely, filling her in a way that nothing ever has before.
Her hips buck against his, searching for more depth and intimacy; it's almost painful how perfect he feels inside her, how right it is that they're like this together. His size forces her to take him all at once, but she doesn't want that; she wants him deeper still, wanting him to stretch her until there's no part of them left untouched by the other.
Her head thrashes from side to side as she tries to focus on anything other than how amazing he feels buried inside her; his skin against hers, their heartbeats aligned and in perfect synchrony. This is what she's always craved, this connection that runs far deeper than mere physical pleasure. It's raw and primal and so, so good.
We fuck all night, lost in the pleasure of our rekindled intimacy.
Her body arches off the bed as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave; her nails dig into his shoulders as she throws her head back, crying out his name in ecstasy. The feel of him moving inside her, thrusting deep and hard as he comes only moments later, sends shudders through her body that linger long after their climax has faded away.
She lies panting against his chest, feeling the damp warmth of their combined sweat between them; the scent of sex heavy in the air like an aphrodisiac all its own. The feel of him inside her never seems to get old; it's always new and exciting, every touch sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins.
She wraps her arms around his neck, squeezing her eyes shut as she tries to catch her breath. Their futures are still uncertain, their lives far from perfect... but for this moment, everything feels right where it's supposed to be. With Tommy Oliver, in the safety and comfort of his arms. And she knows that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, they will face them together; as long as they have each other, there's nothing they can't overcome.