“Oh, you want to join us?” he asked.
“I thought it would be good for them, since they’re new,” Isabel said, and Paul gulped again for he wasn’t sure he was ready for this.
“There’s plenty of room,” Jack said, gesturing to the large bed. It took up most of the room, and as he said this he fell back, and Helen moved down his body. Jack’s hands ran through her hair and he threw his head back, gasping. Paul bristled, but he was distracted by Isabel pulling at him. He turned to face her, and suddenly all he could see was her. She twisted the ends of her long hair, and bit her lip. She stepped towards him and wrapped her arms around the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair, and then standing on her tiptoes to give him a long, deep kiss. Paul melted into it, and his hands naturally came around her body. He felt her curves, and she moaned softly as their tongues danced. She tasted like Paul had expected – heavenly, and she moved forward until he fell to the bed.
He could hear Helen undressing Jack beside him, but he didn’t care because his eyes were locked on Isabel, for she was undressing. She peeled away her clothes and unclasped her bra. Her breasts poured out, and Paul gasped. She came forward and placed her hands around his shoulder, and then leaned down to pluck a kiss from his lips again. She giggled as their lips parted, and he shuddered as he tasted her sweet breath. His hands rested against her hips and her dark hair fell all around his face. He pulled her slightly and kissed her smooth olive body, taking her breasts in his mouth and sucking the nipples until they hardened. She gasped with pleasure, and her grip on him tightened. She took his hands and made him slide her lace panties down, and as he did his mouth followed, and he breathed in her feminine essence, burying himself in between her thighs and making love to her with his mouth.
Isabel pulled Paul’s shirt over his head and descended down his body, kissing him as she went. He gazed down in awe at this goddess who was sinking to her knees for him. Jack was yelling loudly with pleasure but Paul was lost in his own heaven. Isabel looked up at him and a smile appeared on her heart-shaped face as she unbuckled his belt and slipped it off. Paul wriggled as she pulled his pants down and then gasped as she ran her fingers over the bulge that was stretching his boxers. His eyes widened as her agile fingers toyed with his erection, holding it tightly and squeezing it, before she tore away his underwear and let it spring out. She continued to look up at him as her hair fell against his thighs, and her lips wrapped around his swollen tip. Paul gripped the bedsheets hard as pleasure jolted through him. Isabel’s saliva dripped down on his erection, sliding along the rippling veins, and she moaned softly. His thick erection disappeared into her mouth and he watched as her head bobbed up and down, a goddess pleasuring him. His head twisted as he tried to process the pleasure, and as it did he locked eyes with Jack. Paul looked down to see the blond hair of his wife held back while she sucked Jack, and the two men smiled at each other. Paul’s hands copied Jack, and he pulled Isabel’s hair back so he could see her in all her glory.
When Isabel had had enough she rose and straddled Paul. The feeling of new skin against his excited him greatly, and eruptions of pleasure were bursting all over his body. He drowned in Isabel, kissing and caressing in such a way that made her feel worshipped, and she flung her head back and enjoyed the adoration. Paul explored her flesh and her wet lips, touching her almost to test that this wasn’t simply a dream. His hand slid down and felt her warmth and she writhed on his lap. He held her steady, and in the dim recesses of his mind he could hear his wife moaning in pleasure. Through blurred vision he glanced over and saw Helen laying on her back while Jack was between her thighs, pleasing her with his tongue. Helen’s face was flushed and sweat glistened on her skin.
Paul returned to focus his attention on Isabel but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to contain himself for long. It was taking all his self-restraint, and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of her. It had been so long since he had sex that was this passionate, this exciting, and it all threatened to overflow. His hands fell down Isabel’s spine and he pulled her head back, finding a newfound confidence. He rose slightly and twisted himself around, throwing Isabel down on the bed, driving the breath from her lungs. Upon her landing the bed shook, and her long dark hair splayed out around her. Sweat dripped from Paul’s skin and splashed on Isabel’s body, she looked at him, her face contorted with desire, and begged him to fuck her. Paul looked down on her, a dream come true, and was filled with a powerful, primal desire, one that overrode everything else in his life and tapped into his savage subconscious. He pinned Isabel down and looked upon her with pure lust, and then plunged himself inside her wet warmth. His mouth opened wide and guttural grunts escaped his lips as he thrust powerfully. Isabel’s body rocked against the bed and she moaned shrilly as the pleasure sang through her body.
She gripped the sheets as Paul fucked her, and his body jerked violently as he let years of frustration and need explode out of him. Isabel stretched out her limbs in an effort to not be overwhelmed by the force of his passion and as she did so her hands met Helen’s. Jack had seen how Paul was deep into Isabel, and didn’t want to be left behind so he took had started fucking Helen. The two men found an equal rhythm and the women were being left breathless as they were being fucked senseless. The air was alive with passion and moans and groans, and the bed creaked and shook. The two women shuddered and held onto each other tightly as they were taken on a rollercoaster of blissful delight. Paul glanced over and watched his wife getting screwed, and then down at Isabel, who he was pounding, and his brain crackled in delirium. He never imagined being this excited, and he let the desire completely overtake him.
Isabel and Helen twisted their heads and looked at each other, and when Helen looked up at her husband she saw that something had awakened in him, and she was filled with desire for him. The pleasure ran high in that room, and when the orgasms thundered through all of them it was like the earth had cracked. Orgasmic screams flew out of them like a banshee’s wail and everyone else in the house was interrupted from what they were doing, and listened with envy at the sheer pleasure felt.
Paul collapsed on Isabel and rolled in between her and his wife. He breathed heavily, and didn’t even have the energy to wipe the sweat from his body. Jack pulled Isabel up and the two of them kissed.
“See you at work,” he called out, and winked at Jack. They gathered their clothes and left Paul and Helen alone. It was strange to be alone again after all of that, and once the afterglow of sex had dissipated they found that, for a moment, they returned to their normal status quo. Paul smiled nervously, and Helen licked her lips, and curled her body up. They got dressed in silence, and made their way out of the house, not speaking to anybody on the way.
As they walked back to the car they did so in silence, for neither of them knew what to say. Their hands brushed against each other but neither of them made the effort to let their fingers link together. They got into the car and shut the doors, encasing themselves in the real world again. There they were sitting for a long time, until wide smiles broke out on both their faces. They turned slightly to look at each other.
“How do you feel?” Helen asked, slightly raising an eyebrow. Paul looked at her, and realized that he was feeling something in his heart that he knew he had felt once before, but it had been so long that it had almost seemed like a dream.
“I feel alive,” he said, and the two of them burst into laughter. They kissed deeply, passionately, and then revved the engine to start the journey home to their own bed.
THE END
Bearback Mountain
One
“No Mom, I don’t need you to come round,” Natalie said on the phone. She glanced around her small apartment and groaned inwardly at the mess that lay around. If her mother did come then Natalie would be scolded as though she were a child, and that was something she wasn’t going to let happen. She exhaled deeply as her mother implored her on the other end of the line.
“
I just don’t like thinking about you sitting in that place all alone after what’s happened.”
“It’s not a big deal, honestly, I’m fine! It’s just one of those things that happen. I can’t help it now, and it’s not like I’m just sitting here moping all the time. Besides, I’ve got Cindy, so please, don’t worry about me, I’m fine, really.”
Her mother sighed. “I just hate thinking of you in that big city so far away, and there’s nothing I can do.”
“Mom, I really appreciate that you called, honestly, I love you, okay? And I know where you are if I need you, but you don’t have to worry about me so much. Tell me how things are with you.”
“Well, you know what it’s like. I’ve just been plodding along really. Your father has actually started coming to Church with me though, which I was surprised about. I think since Mitch moved away, you remember Mitch don’t you?”
“How could I forget?”
“Yes, well, after he moved down to Florida I think your father has been at a loose end and he doesn’t really know what to do with his Sundays anymore. You should come up and visit soon, I think he’d really appreciate it.”
“I’ll try to come up in a few weeks, but you know what work is like at the moment. I’m so busy I barely have time to think. It’s probably a good thing at the moment,” she said with a grim chuckle. She spoke with her mother a little longer and enjoyed hearing her prattle on about the small town gossip. It was a world away from where Natalie was living. All her life she had dreamed of getting out of the small town and once she left for college she had never looked back. Now she was working in a publishing house and her life seemed perfect, at least it had until the events of that weekend. After that she could have used a dose of the small town comfort, because the big city felt awfully lonely and unforgiving, for wherever she looked she saw a stranger.
When she put the phone down, she leaned back against the comfort of her sofa and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply and trying to forget about the cool loneliness of the apartment that threatened to swallow her up. Speaking to her mom made her feel better, but also a little worse as it reminded her of home and how innocent life had once seemed. Her life had been sharply divided into two periods. She used to be a humble girl, studious and good, who went to church with her mother and fishing trips with her father. That had lasted until she had gone to college. Heck, before that she hadn’t even kissed a boy, but that all changed when she tasted freedom and found herself. A whole new world was opened up to her and she knew that she never wanted to return to the idyllic homespun life she had enjoyed previously. The world was filled with opportunities, and in the city she had been surrounded by like minded people who wanted the same things.
But that had changed recently. When she had left college and started work her pool of friends had diminished significantly, and she was so tired from work that she barely had the energy to go out. Cindy was her best friend, and the two of them had lasted through college, but most of her life had been spent with Mark, a guy she had met in the final year of college. The moment they met she knew that he was special, and they had hit it off instantly. They flirted for a little bit until he asked her to the winter dance, and it was the high school romance that she had never had at high school. They were inseparable for a long time, and when they had embarked on their adult lives they had done so in a partnership. Natalie had a good job at a publishing house while Mark was working as a sous chef in a local restaurant. They had reached the stage where they were planning for a future together. He had begun the process of moving his stuff into her place, because they basically lived together anyway, and Natalie had begun fantasizing about what dress she would wear at her wedding, but that had all changed in the last few weeks.
He’d been getting distant for a long time but Natalie had just put it down to the stresses and pressures of work. Everyone went through those types of phases, she had thought to herself, and it would pass in time. But it only got worse. When she tried to initiate sex she was often rebuffed, and even when it did happen it was missing the flame of love that had been present every time before. It felt as though the pyre of passion that burned so fiercely between them had been dulled, and she wasn’t sure why. At first she tried to ignore it and let the problem work itself it, and there was also an element of fear playing a role because she didn’t want to rock the boat too much, but eventually it became untenable and she found herself having one of those conversation that everyone dreaded. The wounds were still raw, and often when she had a quiet moment her mind replayed the incident as though it were happening in that exact moment.
“I can’t talk about this right now,” he had said, motioning to leave, but she wouldn’t let him. She moved in front of him and challenged him to stay.
“You’ve made me ask this question. You know I wouldn’t do this if things hadn’t gotten to the point where we have a serious problem, so you’re going to sit down with me right now and we’re going to sort this out, because it’s stressing me out. I haven’t been able to sleep properly, I haven’t been able to concentrate at work, and now you just want to brush me off? It doesn’t work like that. There’s something wrong here and I deserve to know what’s going on.”
She remembered the look that came over his face. In that moment he transformed from the man she loved into someone else entirely. It was as though everything she knew had been cast in a new light. He turned away from her and cast his hooded eyes down, away from her glance, ashamed of something. He ran his hands through his thick hair and sank down on the couch. Natalie had been seized by fear, and a million horrible thoughts raced through her mind. She stood by the counter, paralyzed, and gripped the edge of the counter so tightly her knuckles went white. There were some things that you end up taking for granted, and she and Mark had been together for so long that the trust between them was one such thing.
“I’m not sure how to begin,” he said, and her heart sank even further.
“Maybe you should just say whatever’s been on your mind these past few weeks.”
“It’s not that easy. I’ve just…I’ve been feeling really lonely recently.”
“I don’t understand,” Natalie said, puzzled, “You’ve got me here all the time. I’m always here for you, you know that.”
“But I didn’t think I could come to you with this.”
“Tell me what it is. I’m your girlfriend, we’re planning on living together, and you can’t do that if you can’t be completely honest with me.”
Mark took a deep breath, but his head remained hung down. His shoulders were hunched, and he looked every inch the defeated man.
“I couldn’t tell you about this.”
“You have to tell me now, otherwise we have nothing. If you can’t talk to me about your feelings then obviously our relationship means nothing to you.”
“How could you say that?” he said, his eyes flashing towards her, “It means everything to me. You mean everything to me! That’s why this is so hard,” and then his voice softened again and he resumed his morose pose, before taking a deep breath.
“There are some things that have happened recently and I haven’t known how to tell you. Work’s been…difficult. The owners have been talking about making changes and I was one of those changes. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to worry about me, and I thought that I could sort things out quickly. I had savings and that’s what I’ve been using to pay my rent the last couple of months, but I thought I could get another job and I’ve been applying for loads, but it hasn’t worked out that way and the longer it’s gone on the worse it’s gotten because right now I can’t even afford to take you out to dinner, and I hate that because I need to be able to take care of you.”
“Mark, how could you not tell me?!” she yelled, a mixture of emotions running through her heart. She was angry and frustrated, but also concerned and worried. She didn’t know whether to hit him or hug him, and she ended up doing neither, merely remaining standing looking at him, the man
she had pinned her hopes and dreams to, looking utterly dejected.
“I know, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought if I just got a new job then you’d never have to know. I know work stresses you out and I didn’t want you to have to think that you’d have to support me. It might be old-fashioned but I’ve always thought that the man needs to be the breadwinner and I felt so ashamed to think that I couldn’t provide for you.”
“That’s a load of crap Mark. I’ve got a good job, I’m independent, I’m not with you so you can provide for me or protect me. We’re partners. We’re supposed to trust each other and help each other when we need to, not keep secrets.”
“I messed up, okay, I admit that, but the longer it went on, the longer I didn’t tell you, the harder it got. You have no idea how difficult it was to lay next to you in bed. All those interviews messed me up badly. I felt so low, and I couldn’t even tell you about it.”
“I just wanted to help you.”
“I know…”
“So did you ever find a job?”
“Not yet. And it made me think about things. It’s been tearing my soul apart, clawing at me, and I thought it would stop over time but it hasn’t. I don’t want to mooch off you and I know we’ve been talking about moving in together but I’m not sure I can be with you if I don’t have a job. I don’t feel myself, I don’t feel like I can be the man you deserve.”
“Well you shouldn’t really have a say in that. I get to choose who I love. I want to help you. I want to work through this together. You can stay here for as long as you want.”
“I can’t, because nothing’s going to change.”
“You’ll get a job eventually.”
“I don’t want to be relying on your charity.”
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