Hard Choices: An Erotic Romance

by Joan Farraneau

  “So, how’s Tim?”

  The silence that follows lets me know I’ve missed a question. I look back at Sally. She’s waiting expectantly.

  “What’s that?” I ask.

  “Tim,” she repeats, lowering her voice and leaning forward. “How is your husband?”

  “Oh. Well, uhh…”

  “I heard he hasn’t been around lately. Well, you know, men get like that sometimes.” She sits back and folds her hand on her lap. I know what’s about to happen. She’s about to launch into one of her long-winded stories about her husband and how it was important for their marriage for her to put up with his antics. Easy to say when that husband is no longer alive. And even easier to say when I know for a fact that neither of them were happy and spent as little time together as possible. “I’m sure he still cares about you very much. He was always such a nice man. You know, it falls to us women to nurse our marriages, unfortunately. Men are too busy working and doing the dumb things men do. I’m sure Tim will come back soon. Tell me, when do you two plan on having children? There’s nothing better than having children. I myself had three, as you know. Girls. All girls. You can always tell with girls. They sit differently. But I’m sure you’ll find that out. When Tim gets home, you two need to work it out straight away. With a kid I’m sure he’ll calm down and grow up a little. Men just need a little prodding is all. They’re the marble and we’re the chisel if you know what I mean. Tell me, when was the last time you two had sex?”

  “Uhh…” I sneak a quick glance at Luke. He’s still talking to the guy, though he too looks like he’s trying to get out of the conversation. Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here.

  “…as I always say, men just need to feel loved and they feel it a little differently than us women. I’ve always thought we’re the stronger sex. I mean, we have to push out babies after all, not that you know what that’s like, at least not yet. You know, I don’t see you at church much anymore. Why did you stop coming? A strong marriage is built in the church. Jesus can help you and Tim. I really think—“

  “I’m sorry,” I interrupt. “I have to go.” Across the room, Luke is starting to shift. If I don’t get out of here now, there’s no telling what will happen. The last thing I want right now is to have to explain why I have a husband. I know I should, but it’s just not the right time. And if Luke hears it from Sally, I have no doubt he’s going to get the wrong impression.

  “Oh…” Sally trails off. “Well, it was great to catch up, Sam. I hope I see you back at church. Would love to see you and Tim together again. Don’t be a stranger, okay? Oh, by the way, one last thing, did I tell you…”

  “Mmm-hmm,” I say, getting up as she’s still talking. I take the hand she’s holding out and give it a squeeze as I slip by her. “I’ll be sure to see you soon,” I toss over my shoulder as I walk away. “Real soon.”

  Once outside, I heave a deep sigh of relief and take a moment to calm myself. Seeing Sally is a good reminder that there’s a conversation with Luke I’m going to have to have very soon if I want us to continue. But I’m just so worried. I’m so happy. Will he understand? What if he hates me? What if he thinks I’ve just been lying the entire time? Technically I have, even if I don’t consider myself as really being married. My heart’s all his. He’ll know I’m being truthful, won’t he? But when should I tell him? When’s the best time? Today? Tomorrow? Maybe after our weekend together. Yeah, that’ll be when I tell him. After the weekend. Two more days won’t hurt and won’t make it any easier or harder. But what if he gets angry? And what if…

  My thoughts are still going in circles when Luke comes out of the bank a few moments later. I look at him distractedly and force a smile.

  “Hey,” I say, trying my best to act normal. I can hear the insincerity in my voice. Does he know? But how could he? “Did you do what you needed to do?”

  “Yep,” he replies with that easy cadence of his. His eyes scrunch and he looks at me questioningly. Oh god, he knows, doesn’t he? “Ready to go?”

  “Ready,” I say, dropping my gaze from his and turning to climb onto his bike. Okay, girl, don’t think of it right now. All in due time. “Let’s get out of here.”

  22.

  Sean

  “Oh, Luke, oh…”

  I flip Sam over onto her belly and spread her legs apart with my knees. She looks back at me over her shoulder, her face shiny with sweat, strands of hair stuck to her forehead. A gentle rain patters against the window. It’s been raining nonstop for the last two days. Not that either of us mind. We haven’t left the bed since returning from the bank.

  I run my fingertips up the inside of her thighs; she shivers and raises her ass from the mattress. It’s soaked with juices. I lay down between her legs and my fingers caress her glistening slit. My tongue follows and she groans as I push the tip of it into her hole. I flick it in and out as her hands scrabble at the pillows.

  “Oh, I’m going to…” Her orgasm is long and slow. It blossoms in her belly and quickly spreads throughout her body as I dart my tongue faster and faster. I slide a hand under her thigh and pull her into me, my fingers digging into the sensitive area where her leg meets her hip. She gasps and her ass starts to quiver. Her knees squeeze my shoulders. I breathe deep the sweet aroma of her pussy. My nose is pressed up against the cute little button of her anus.

  When her orgasm passes and she’s finally able to draw a shaky breath, I pull my tongue from inside of her and replace it with a finger. Instantly her pussy clenches down around it. I push it as deep as I can and wiggle it back and forth.

  “Please,” she groans. “Oh, please. I want you, I want you, I want you.”

  Not yet. Not until she’s shaking with desire and can’t stand another second.

  As I pump my finger in and out of her tight pussy, I run my tongue across her ass cheek and swirl it over her anus. This surprises her and she gives a jerk though she quickly settles into it. Her moans grow louder and her knees begin to quiver again. I circle my tongue faster and faster over her asshole as I push a second finger inside of her pussy. The fingers of my other hand dig into her hip.

  Thunder sounds just as a second orgasm takes hold of her. Her asshole and pussy begin to pulse together. I push my fingers deeper and wiggle them faster. She gasps and her pussy squeezes as tight as it can, squelching as a bit of juice is pushed out from between my fingers.

  “Luke, fuck, please! Please, fuck me! Oh that feels so good!”

  I’m relentless and don’t let up until she’s wriggling like an eel out of water. She claws at the bedsheets, pulling them off the mattress and over her head. She’s flushed with excitement. I could do this all day.

  Just as her orgasm reaches its peak, I pull my fingers out of her and rise up onto my knees. I pull her up onto her knees. Taking hold of my throbbing rod, I guide it into her hole. She gasps and pushes herself back down onto it. She’s so primed from my fingers that I slide right in no problem. She’s still coming and the rhythmic pulse of her pussy around my shaft is incredible. I feel bigger than I’ve ever been.

  I begin to pump slowly, thrusting faster and faster until my pelvis is smacking against her ass, making her breasts bounce and jump below her. She nods over and over again as her orgasm swells and takes hold of her. I reach forward and grab her elbows and yank her up to me. I hold her arms behind her and fuck her for all I’m worth, shortening my strokes as her pussy tightens and threatens to push me out. My cockhead is slamming against her front wall, sliding into her almost parallel to her slit. The juices are running out of her, soaking her thighs and mine.

  “Just like that, just like that,” she chants, her head hanging down onto her chest. There’s a mirror directly in front of us; I watch her breasts jiggle as I pound her. I can see where my cockhead slams into her. Her belly is pushed outward with each stroke. She looks up at the mirror and her eyes meet mine. We smile and I begin to fuck her even faster.

  “I want you to squirt,” I say, m
y hands tightening around her elbows.

  She nods. She’ll do anything I say.

  “Are you going to squirt for me?”

  “Yes, oh fuck yes I’m going to squirt.”

  “For who?”

  “For you. Oh god, I’m going to squirt for you.”

  As she says this I feel her body tighten. Her voice trails off into a scream and she begins to shake uncontrollably. Her pussy pulses. A new wetness spreads down her walls. She gasps but does not break my gaze.

  “Squirt for me,” I command, flexing my cock muscles with every thrust. “Squirt for me.”

  She’s so lost to the pleasure that she can barely keep her eyes open. She’s scrambling for words but all that comes out are screams of pure pleasure. The wetness drips out of her. It’s building.

  All at once, her body goes haywire and I have to hold her as tightly as I can to keep her from slipping off of me. She gasps and bites her lips and I feel her pussy squeeze as tight as it can. In the mirror I watch as juice pours of her and soaks my cock and her thighs.

  “I’m squirting! I’m squirting!”

  More and more liquid streams out of her, soaking the bed beneath our knees. It’s warm and feels delightful on my cock. She’s more slippery than ever. I draw in a deep breath and thrust faster. I’m right at the edge too. It feels so fucking good I almost don’t want to come. I want this sensation to last forever.

  “Please,” she gasps. She knows I am close. “Come! Come in me! I want to feel you while I’m coming. Please!”

  I growl and relax my cock muscles. Almost instantly my orgasm takes hold. My cock twitches again and again as I empty my load into her. She’s coming so hard that it’s instantly pushed right back out of her and joins the stream rushing out of her. Feeling my cock twitch, she begins to laughs exultantly.

  “Oh fuck, I love you!” she yells. “I love you so much, Luke!”

  “I love you too, Sam,” I grunt. I shoot bolt after bolt inside of her. Her pussy is massaging my cock like it’s her hand working out every last drop of my seed. I let my head fall back and my eyes close. Her pussy is squelching and spasming and fluttering around me.

  She comes for a long time, much longer than I’m able to. I’m so turned on that I stay hard for a long while after I’ve come, which is perfect considering how long she lasts. But soon she has no juices left either. I release her elbows and slide my hands around her front and pull her back to my chest. I run my hand down her front and press my fingers between her legs, feeling where my still-hard cock disappears between her swollen lips. Every inch of her from the waist down is soaked. She groans as I press a finger into her clit, her body jerking as another spasm rocks her. Her head falls back on my shoulder and her arms reach up and cradle my head.

  “You know,” she whispers when our breaths have returned to normal and there’s no sound save the gentle patter of rain on the rooftop, “I meant it when I said that. I love you, I think.”

  I chuckle. “You think?” I tease. “You mean you don’t know?”

  “No,” she murmurs with a weary grin. Her eyes open and she looks up at me. “I know. I’m just not sure if it’s too soon to say it.”

  “I don’t think so. I love you, too.”

  “Gosh, I feel like I’ve known you forever. Please don’t ever leave, will you? You promise?”

  “I promise. Where else would I go?”

  “Nowhere,” she whispers, gasping as I begin to rock my hips back and forth. Now that I’ve come, our second time is going to be much longer and much slower. “Though I wouldn’t mind if we moved out of this shithole.”

  “Let’s talk about that later,” I breathe into her ear. I press my finger against her clit and pinch her nipple with my other hand. “For now, there’s only one thing we need to worry about. And that’s getting you off…”

  23.

  Sam

  By the time we’re done in the bedroom—though that phrase is not quite accurate since we end up fucking in every room and on every surface in the trailer, including in the easy chair, on the kitchen counter, atop the coffee table, and in the bathroom while we take a shower—night has fallen and the rain has become no more than a drizzle. I’m exhausted like I’ve never been before. I feel fucked out. My mind is as clear as the day I was born. Everything seems so simple and easy. It’s like I’m a Buddhist monk who’s just emerged from a cave in the hills of Thailand after twenty years of contemplation and am seeing the world for what it truly is for the first time.

  Luke fries some eggs on a skillet while I relax on the couch in the living room. He’s still naked, though he’s wearing my apron as a joke. His ass looks so sexy moving to and fro.

  Every once in a while, he looks over at me. I’ve got the TV on, turned down low, and am vaguely watching the news. There will be more bad weather later in the week, the weather woman says. She looks tired. I wonder what her sex life is like. If I had to guess, I’d put my money on miserable. She probably has a deadbeat, alcoholic husband at home. Don’t worry, I tell her silently. One day you’ll find the right man.

  Luke flicks off the stove and scoops the eggs onto two different plates just as the toaster beeps and two pieces of toast pop out. He grabs these, juggles them to avoid burning his hand, and drops them atop the eggs. I watch as he uncaps a jar of jam and digs some out with a butter knife. The muscles in his forearms ripple, his tattoos and scar undulating and shifting as he works.

  When our toast is nice and jammed, he joins me on the couch, though not before slipping out of the apron. I take the plate he’s holding out to me and with my other hand stroke his magnificent cock. I have half a mind to drop to my knees and suck him off.

  “I don’t think I could get an erection if I tried,” he laughs, reading my mind. “I’ve never fucked so many times in one day.”

  “Me neither,” I giggle. He sits down beside me and I snuggle up into him. Just as I take a bite of my toast, the clock on the wall begins to chime. It’s 7 p.m.

  “Hmm, looks like we’ll have to eat quickly,” Luke says. He shovels an entire egg into his mouth and gulps it down.

  “Why?”

  He grins and spears his other egg. “I have a surprise. We’re going out.”

  “Out?”

  “Mmm-hmm. You don’t think I’m just going to hide you away inside this house, do I? You’re too pretty for that.”

  “Where?” I ask, stifling a yawn. Truth be told, I’m so tired I feel like I could sleep for a year. My pussy is still trickling his juices and mine. The couch is going to have one hell of a stain.

  “It’s a surprise,” he says. He takes a big bite of toast. “But you’ll need to wear jeans and your best dancing boots.”

  “We’re going dancing?”

  “I told you: it’s a surprise. But yes, if you must know.”

  “Oooh!” I squeal, for a moment forgetting how tired I am. “I haven’t been dancing in years. The last time Tim took me…” I trail off as I realize what I’ve just said.

  Luke’s eyes narrow.

  “Tim?” he asks. Behind his playfulness, there’s a hint of seriousness. “Who’s Tim? He better not be your husband.”

  “He’s…” Shit, shit, shit! If I’m going to tell him, now is probably the best chance I’m going to get. I doubt I’ll get another opening as clear as this one. “He’s…”

  “An old fling?”

  “Yeah,” I say slowly. “Yeah. An old fling. He’s not important anymore.”

  “Good,” Luke says, taking another bite of toast. “Because you’re mine now. And I’m not the type of guy who likes to share.”

  We eat the rest of our dinner in silence, our gazes turned to the television. Luke switches it to some nature show about the wild expanses of Alaska. I don’t hear a word the narrator says. All I can think about is my slip-up.

  Shit. What am I going to do?

  24.

  Sean

  The place I take her to is an old favorite of mine, a place I haven’t been to in ten
years. Not a thing about it has changed, much like everything else in this part of the world. Same old barn turned dancehall, same dirt road leading through the woods, same row of pickup trucks lining the backside of the establishment. The lights are on inside and the place is crowded by the time we arrive. It’s just after 9 p.m. and everything is in full swing.

  “Wow,” I hear Sam whisper behind me. I pull my bike up to the end of the row of pick-ups and kick down my stand into the quickly-drying mud. Country western music is blaring through the open windows and the sounds of people having a good time drift out after it. “What is this place?”

  “Wild Bill’s,” I say as I climb off the bike. I lift Sam off and set her on her feet in front of me. “The best dance hall in the county. I come here whenever I’m in town.”

  I leave out that it’s been a decade since I was last in town, as well as that this was the very place I learned to dance. It’s not something Sam knows about the old me. Way back when, at the height of my obsession with her, I had begun to come here. I remembering thinking that if I could just learn to dance, she’d be impressed and would love me right back. As it turned out, I’d never gotten the chance to show her. Of course, in hindsight, I doubt it would have worked. The only good thing that had come out of being twirled around by myriad older women was that I had become quite the proficient two-stepper, a skill that served me well in the beerhalls of bumfuck Alaska.

  I pull Sam along the side of the building to the front door. We’re far enough away from our town and close enough to the next one that I don’t recognize a single person inside. That’s for the best considering I don’t want to repeat the debacle at the bank.