LOVE IN LOCKDOWN: A Charity Anthology

by Tracy Lorraine

  I’ve been trying to stick by her side so that she gets used to me and it already seems to be working. We seem to have gotten closer already, more comfortable in each other’s presence and it’s only been twenty-four hours. I can only imagine what it will be like between us in a week, or two.

  After breakfast, Hazel called her grandma and then said that she wanted to go stretch. I was worried that she had gotten bad news from her grandma and had pulled her into my arms to try to comfort her. She had let me hug her and then had assured me that everyone was fine. They were all staying indoors and it sounded like her grandma was ready to climb the walls already. I’ve always liked the lady. She’s spunky even for a woman in her eighties. I think she’s always liked me too, even though she knows that Hazel and I didn’t get married in a traditional sense.

  When Hazel had gone upstairs to her gym, I had grabbed my computer and followed after her. She has a room next to our bedroom on the second floor with all of her gym stuff. We’ve slowly added to it over the years. I check her Google search history every day and anytime she looks at something new, I make sure she gets it.

  She groans as she places one foot in the yoga swing and stretches it forward, going out into a split. She holds onto the straps as she bounces slightly before she pulls back. She does it again and I bite back a moan when she bends over and her round ass pushes up into the air right in front of my face.

  There are mirrors on the other wall and I can see her face and front in them. She has her eyes closed as she deepens the stretch and her loose t-shirt gapes open, showing me just a hint of her cleavage and lacy white bra.

  Hazel is pretty thin, probably from all of the yoga and surfing she does and as it turns out, she’s incredibly flexible as well. I watch in amazement as she flips around in the swing ending in some kind of straddle pose. She’s truly incredible on that thing but I force away my fantasies and get back to my work.

  I spend the next hour answering emails and trying not to get distracted by Hazel and her swing. I just need to focus on the end game here. By the end of this quarantine, Hazel needs to be just as obsessed with me as I am with her. I just need to get her to fall in love with me and then we can work our way through all of my fantasies.

  Chapter Seven

  Hazel

  It’s been a week of being alone with my husband and things are definitely different. We’ve fallen into a new routine. One where we’re almost inseparable. We wake up, make breakfast, go for a walk along the beach, have lunch, then he works on his laptop and I practice yoga for a bit. Every night we cuddle in bed and fall asleep wrapped around each other.

  It’s been bliss. Everything that I’ve ever wanted out of life, out of a marriage, but I can’t stop myself from asking one question. Is it real?

  I can’t shake the thought that this is all going to end just as abruptly as it started. Why is he being so nice all of a sudden? What has gotten into him? I push my mashed potatoes around my plate as I watch him. He’s talking about some new app that he’s investing in but all I can focus on is why now? Why is he acting like a husband to me now? What’s changed?

  He asks me how surfing was this morning and I make some noncommittal noises. I think he can tell that something is bothering me but he doesn’t say anything. Not yet anyway but I can see the concern and worry in his eyes and I know that his questions will be coming soon. It’s amazing how good I’ve gotten at reading his facial expressions and anticipating what he’ll do these past few weeks.

  I take a small bite of mashed potatoes as silence fills the space between us and we both eat, cleaning our plates. I can feel the tension spreading between us, climbing higher with every second that passes and when Archer reaches for his wine, I snap. I can’t take it any longer.

  “Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask, my voice coming out louder than I had intended.

  Archer hesitates with his glass halfway to his lips and his eyes meet mine.

  “Would you prefer that I was mean to you?” He asks, looking confused.

  I huff out a laugh at that and at how perplexed he looks at my question but it doesn’t take me long to sober and get back on topic.

  “No, I mean why have you been acting so nice to me lately? What’s changed?”

  “I’m always nice to you.”

  “But we’re never like this,” I say, motioning between us with my finger. “We’ve never been this close.”

  “Well, usually you’re pushing me away. Now that it’s just the two of us here, maybe you’re finally noticing. Maybe you’re finally letting me in?” He suggests.

  “What about all of the touching? Why are we all of a sudden acting like a real married couple?”

  My heart is racing and it feels like this moment is huge. Like whatever he says has the ability to change our relationship forever.

  “I’ve always wanted to be a real married couple. I always want to touch you,” he says quietly.

  “Then why haven’t you done so before now? Why hasn’t it been like this all along?” I ask and I have to blink rapidly as tears burn the back of my throat.

  “I heard what you said on our wedding day, remember?” He asks quietly.

  My stomach sinks as I remember him overhearing what I said to my dad.

  “Why did you want to marry me?”

  “Because…”

  “Because why?” I cry.

  I need him to open up, to tell me what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling. I need more than these one-word answers back.

  “Because I love you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Archer

  “Because I love you,” I admit, my eyes locked on her face as I say the words for the first time.

  “What?” She asks, looking shocked.

  “I love you, Hazel. I have since the moment that I saw you.”

  “Why are you just now telling me this?”

  “I knew that you didn’t love me and I was afraid that you would go out and find someone else, someone that you did love, and you would leave me. I couldn’t let that happen. I need you, Hazel.”

  “How come you never told me before now?”

  “I didn’t think that you were ready to hear it and I couldn’t bear to say it and not hear you say it back to me.”

  “How come you started acting this way now?”

  “Because I knew that something had to give. I could see that you weren’t happy with me, with our life here, and that’s my whole reason for living. I just want you to be happy, Hazel.”

  She blinks rapidly, trying to control the tears that I can see forming in them. I want to wrap her up in my arms, to comfort her and hold her. I realize that I’ve been second guessing myself this whole time and I vow to stop that right now.

  I reach for her, pulling her out of her chair and into my lap.

  “I love you, Hazel,” I whisper into her hair as I run my hands up and down her back.

  She melts against me and I sigh in relief. My whole body goes lax when it happens. Her tongue darts out and she licks a line up my neck, her arms wrapping tight around me. My hands grip her harder and she moans, the sound breathy in my ear.

  “I want you, Archer. I want to be a real wife to you,” she whispers in my ear and I groan, my cock rising in my jeans.

  “Are you sure, Haze? We can wait, baby,” I try as she trails a line of kisses down my neck.

  “I’m sure. I want you.”

  I’m out of my chair and halfway up the stairs in the next instant. She giggles against my skin, wrapping her legs tight around my waist as I carry her up to our bedroom. The sound is like music to my ears and I grin as my heart tries to beat out of my chest.

  I pause outside of the yoga room and Hazel lifts her head, looking inside.

  “The yoga swing?” She asks, raising her eyebrows at me.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve seen you on your yoga swing and imagined fucking you in it?

  “Really?”

  “Fuck yeah, baby. Seeing you s
pread out in that thing like that always has me so hard that I can barely walk straight.”

  She giggles, burying her face in my neck and I keep walking, heading into our room. I lay her down on the bed and she looks up at me, her green eyes glittering in the low light coming in from the window.

  “I’ve thought about doing it with you too,” she says biting down on her lower lip and I swear I almost come at the sight.

  I look down at her beneath me, admiring the way her strawberry blonde locks are spread out on the pillow and the way her heartbeat flutters in the base of her throat. She smiles up at me, wrapping her hand around my neck and tugging me down until our lips meet.

  I’m rock hard behind my zipper, so hot and ready that I think I could come with one stroke from her soft hand. All because the woman that I love, that I worship, is finally in my arms, finally ready to be mine.

  My lips meet hers and I’m lost. We eat at each other’s mouths, learning the curve and feel of her lips against mine before I slip my tongue past her lips to explore her mouth. When we’re both breathless, I break the kiss, trailing kisses down her neck. My teeth graze her collarbone and she moans, the sound shooting through my body and causing my dick to pulse in my jeans.

  I reach down and free my cock before my zipper is permanently embedded in it. Hazel sits up, tugging her shirt over her head and unhooking her bra. I follow her lead, pulling my own shirt off while she wiggles out of her yoga pants and panties beneath me. When we’re both naked, I fall back onto her, worshipping her body with my mouth and hands.

  My cock rubs along her skin, the pretty pink crease between her thighs already wet and ready for me. I want to taste her there. I want to tongue her juicy cunt, bury my face there until I’m drenched in her honey. But her dark pink nipples are calling me so I lick a path to them first.

  “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on these,” I murmur against the swell of her breast.

  “Archer!” Hazel moans, rocking her hips against me as I nip along her skin.

  I take one stiff bud in my mouth, sucking on it before I roll it against my tongue. Hazel moans, her back arching off the mattress as I continue to drive her higher and higher. Her hips are restless, shifting and rubbing against me. I know what she wants but I’ve been waiting two years to taste her and I won’t be denied any longer.

  I let go of her nipple and kiss my way down, settling between her spread thighs. My fingers stroke a line down her core, parting the drenched folds until her hard clit pokes out. My thumb draws a circle around the little button until Hazel is crying out for me, her hips raising to meet my mouth.

  My finger makes contact with her sensitive clit, jiggling it as my tongue licks lower. I nudge her entrance with my tongue as my finger continues to tease her clit. Her juice drips out of her and I lick it up as fast as I can, not wanting to miss a drop of her delicious nectar.

  Her thighs start to close against my ears as her orgasm starts to hit.

  “ARCHER!” She cries out, her center grinding against my mouth as she gets lost in her pleasure.

  She’s gorgeous when she comes and my cock hardens even more as she finally relaxes back against the mattress. I give her clit one last kiss before I make my way back up her body. Hazel reaches for me, pulling me up to her mouth and kissing me hard, showing me just how much she wants me.

  I grip her hips, pinning her to the mattress as I line my cock up with her entrance. I know that she’s a virgin and I need to go slow with her so I thrust slowly, slipping the head of my cock inside her. Her pussy clenches around the head of my cock and I squeeze my eyes shut, fitting my lips against hers as I thrust inside her fully, breaking her cherry and claiming her as my wife. Finally.

  Hazel cries out and I kiss her, trying to calm her down as she adjusts to me filling her so completely. I rain kisses down on her face, making my way toward her ear.

  “It will just hurt this once, baby,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

  She nods against me, her legs hooking around my hips as she relaxes around me. Her pussy is still the tightest thing that I’ve ever felt and I give a slow tentative thrust. Hazel’s arms wrap around my neck, holding on as my pace picks up and I start to fuck her harder. I suck on her neck, balancing on one hand as my other hand palms her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

  When I slip my hand lower between us and make contact with her clit, Hazel just about bows off the bed. I work her with my finger, rubbing circles over her sweet nub as my cock slips in and out of her.

  “I love you,” I grit out as I feel my orgasm growing inside of me like a wave.

  I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, grazing my teeth over the tip as we both start to come apart. Hazel explodes around me, her body shaking as her pussy clamps down around my length. I groan out a curse, my cock jerking inside of her as my seed spills deep inside of her.

  I pull out of her slowly, rolling onto my side and pulling her against me. Hazel pants against my chest as we both try to catch our breaths. Her hand strokes my bicep, her wedding ring sparkling in the low setting sun.

  “I love you,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.

  “I love you too,” she whispers back, her voice sleepy.

  A second later, her breathing evens out and I know that she’s asleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Hazel

  I’m so hot when I wake up the next morning and it takes me a second to realize that it’s because Archer is wrapped around me, our naked bodies pressed together so tightly that it’s hard to tell where he ends and I begin.

  I wiggle slightly but he just frowns in his sleep, pulling me closer to him. He looks so peaceful in his sleep with his black hair mussed and falling over his forehead. His lips are parted slightly and his stubble is dark along his jawline. He looks like some dark prince and I smile.

  My mind drifts to the last two years and I start to look at it from a new light. If Archer has loved me for the last two years, since we met, then that changes a lot.

  Has it been me? Have I been the one pushing him away, forcing us to remain in this weird place where we’re like two strangers living together?

  I try to think back over the last two years. It’s true that I haven’t made much effort to try to get to know him but he hasn’t either. Has he? Sure, he buys me stuff all of the time and makes sure that I’m protected and safe. I always assumed that he knew what to buy me because of my security but I never told them about half of the stuff that he’s gotten me.

  Was he really just trying to look out for me? He says he was and I have no reason not to believe him. Even though we haven’t been sleeping together, I know that he’s been faithful to me since we met.

  He wasn’t trying to keep me locked down, he was trying to keep me safe and with him. He’s always cared about me. He’s always asking me if I need anything and he was trying to make me happy in his own way. He’s always wanted us to be husband and wife.

  “Morning, Haze,” Archer says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

  His voice comes out low and husky and I feel his morning wood pressing between my legs.

  “Morning,” I say, wrapping my arm around his waist and cuddling closer to him.

  “How are you feeling?” He asks as I angle my hips, trying to take him inside.

  His fingers bite into my hip as he holds me still and slowly thrusts into me. There’s a bit of a sting but then it’s just pleasure.

  “Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he moans out before he claims my lips in a kiss.

  We make out as he lazily makes love to me. He worships me with his mouth and hands and body and I can feel how much he loves me in each stroke, each caress. I can feel my peak looming and my eyes flutter open so that my green eyes meet his blue.

  “I love you, Archer,” I say as the first wave of my orgasm crashes over me.

  I can hear him say it back to me as he finds his own release and he spills inside of me. I rest my head on his chest after, my thigh sti
ll draped over his hips and his cock still buried inside me. I’ve never felt so close to anyone before and I know without a doubt that things will never go back to the way that they were before this quarantine started. It feels weird to be thankful for something in such a difficult and uncertain time but I am thankful. I’m thankful that I was locked in with my husband and that we finally figured out our feelings for each other. I’m thankful that I finally got what I always wanted.

  A real husband and a real marriage.

  Chapter Ten

  Archer

  Six Months Later…

  I smile at my wife as she drops back down onto her board. She waves at me and I wave back from my spot in the sand. She turns and heads back out, ready to catch the next wave.

  The quarantine lasted longer than the two weeks but Hazel and I didn’t mind. We went for daily walks, learned to cook together and we even made that chunky blanket that she wanted one day. We also made love every chance that we got.

  I’ve been accompanying her every morning when she goes out surfing. She tried to get me on a board a few times but I have more fun watching from the beach than I did in the water. I made a compromise though and I try to do yoga with her every morning before we make breakfast.

  I’m not great at yoga but I am good at coming up with new positions to eat my wife out in and we managed to cross off quite a few of my fantasies already involving the yoga swing. I love getting to spend some quality alone time with my wife before I have to leave for work every day. I’ve learned to cut back on my hours and I try to bring home Hazel’s favorite flowers every week.

  I’ve even learned to let her go. She has a girl’s night once a week with some friends that she met at a Zumba class. Those hours that she’s gone with them are lonely but she always comes back happy and smiling and seeing her like that is worth it.