by Viva Gold
Epilogue
ELVIS
I can’t even get my head around the fact that we’re ‘social distancing’. It’s Good Friday and all of our plans for the Easter Holiday weekend have gone to pot. Our entire life has been put on hold until this horrible situation is over. Jonah was true to his word and prepared us more than adequately for this period of isolation. He made sure my parents and siblings were also stocked up, and arranged for all of his staff to remain on full pay for the duration. He’s donated left, right, and centre and continues to ensure he is doing as much as he can to help our community. I’m so proud of him.
In addition to the heavy weight of his responsibilities, he’s had to cope with me. I’m profusely aware that we are more fortunate than most so that being holed up here in our home is hardly challenging. We have grounds to walk on, a pool to swim in, a spa to luxuriate in, and many rooms to get away from one another when things get a bit overwhelming.
I’ve been keeping up with my family and friends. I’m on Facetime, Snapchat, House Party, Zoom, Twitter, and WhatsApp, with Facebook and Insta as back-up. I’ve been producing my own Tik Tok vids, and I’ve been trying to work, but my concentration is shot to shit. I’m drawn to the news like a moth to a flame, despite ending in tears at the sheer awfulness of the effects of the Covid-19 pandemic.
And the stupidity of the people who continue to defy the Government’s decree to stay home, makes me so angry I end up having these humungous rants that culminate in Jonah having to soothe me patiently, before I literally explode with frustration.
“Fucking stay the fuck at home!” I yell at the TV at least once a day. Then I get the Hoover out and start jabbing away at the floors while muttering about selfish pricks who are preventing me from seeing my family and friends. Then Jonah has to wrangle the thing off me before I destroy the furniture. Then I have to give him a blow job as it’s the only thing that shuts me up and calms me down. And so, it goes on…
I did manage to get Jonah a huge chocolate Easter Egg. It’s my favourite, of course, because he’s going to need help eating it. He’s cooking me a gorgeous meal as we speak. I’m going to surprise him by dressing in my blue bunny suit. I’ve made a few X-rated adjustments as we’re home alone, thus I have every intention of treating my man to a hot and spicy Friday night. We have agreed to switch off our phones and television until tomorrow morning, giving ourselves a much-needed break from the stress of the coronavirus stricken world.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my dressing room, I twisted to try and see how my tail looked. I sniggered. It was white and fluffy on the outside of my bright blue, shiny, lycra clad arse. The inside; well, I’d leave Jonah to discover that for himself later. I wiggled my bum, gasping at the sensation.
The rest of the costume fitted like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. You could even see the ridge around the top of my cock. I grinned. Jonah was never going to be able to contain himself.
I picked up my bunny ears. For the Kent Mall Easter party, I had purchased a pair of white fluffy ones, however, tonight I would be wearing a black mask with tall ears that made me look like a sexy, rabbity Zorro!
As I padded down the hall to the kitchen, an enticing aroma wafted towards me. “Hmm, spring lamb, for sure,” I muttered to myself. It was my favourite. I stood on the threshold of the room adopting what I assumed was a typical bunny rabbit posture with my elbows tucked into my sides, hands together, and knees bent. Then I hopped into the room.
“TA DA!”
“Jesus! Fuck!”
Jonah jumped a mile. A kitchen knife went crashing to the floor as he grabbed for a tea towel which he used to wrap his hand in.
“Oh my God, what did you do!” I hopped nearer for a good look.
“Sliced into my finger. You gave me a bloody shock, Elvis. Literally, it seems.” He still hadn’t looked up and was therefore totally unaware of my appearance. I remained silent, forcing the issue. When he did eventually look at me, his handsome face rearranged itself several times before settling on the dropped-jaw, wide eyed expression I was going for. “Whaaa? Elv…Oh, umm…” Jonah looked me up and down several times. “You’re very, um, blue!”
My dick twitched. The way Jonah had drawn out the word blue in his deep, husky voice, was positively sinful. The innuendo made it obvious he approved, but there was the small, slightly worrying issue of his bleeding hand. I flapped nervously at him and pointed at the tap. He shoved his hand under the cold water, leaving it there until it ran clear. He’d actually only nicked his middle finger. I giggled helplessly as he held it aloft.
“Are you making rude gestures at me?” I asked him as I opened the small First Aid kit we kept under the sink. I extracted a plaster which I neatly wrapped around the thankfully, tiny wound.
“It’s a bit sore, but I suppose I’ll live.” Jonah sighed dramatically. “Now, let me look at you properly, love.” He leaned his bum on the kitchen counter, crossing his ankles and arms before taking a leisurely perusal of my fabulous self in my bunny get-up. I posed for him in a number of different stances aiming to be as provocative as possible. I turned my back to him, bent at the waist, and wagged my bum back and forth.
“What a delightful pose, Elvis,” Jonah smirked. “Most flattering. Plus, I do so love the way the light bounces off the shiny lycra covering your arse. And that tail is quite alluring.” I heard him move towards me. I jerked as he fondled the fluffy appendage. The plug it was attached to nudged my P-spot and I let out an ignoble yelp.
“Ah, I see it serves a dual purpose.” Jonah tangled his fingers in the fluff causing it to brush sporadically over my prostate. I moaned, unable to contain the amazing zing of pleasure.
“Gah, Joe, glad you like it,” I managed to sputter. “Do you want to see my bunny hops?”
“You mean more of those captivating little jumps that make your junk jiggle? How could I not?” He watched as I made two circuits of the kitchen before my heavy panting made me light headed. I may have swooned melodramatically in his vicinity. Thankfully, Jonah caught me before I collapsed in a heap on the floor. I gazed up into his face. “My hero,” I declared, resting the back of my hand over the mask covering my brow.
“Such a little drama queen,” Jonah sighed, rolling his eyes. I giggled. I loved it when he was relaxed and playful like this.
“How’s your throbbing stump?” I enquired.
“My finger is just fine. My throbbing stump however…” He tugged at my ears. “Can we please remove this now. I hate being deprived of your face.”
I shook my head. “Nope — there is an order for the undressing of the blue bunny, I’m afraid.”
He mock scowled at me. “Let me turn the dinner down…”
“Off,” I interrupted.
“Off, then,” he twiddled a few knobs with the arm that wasn’t holding onto me, then he swung me off my feet and over his shoulder.
“Jonahhhhhhhh!” I squealed pummelling his arse. “Lemme go!”
He ignored me. The next thing I knew, he was marching us upstairs to our bedroom. All the way, he kept patting my tail making me howl at the exquisite sensations it triggered. He set me down on the floor by the foot of our bed. My legs felt like jelly. Jonah held his chin in his hand.
“You’ve made a little bit of a mess there, boy.” He pointed to my crotch. I looked down to see a huge wet patch where my overexcited cock had leaked. “Good job it’s coming off…” He raised his eyebrows expectantly. I cocked my hip at him as I reached behind me to lower the zip. It took a bit of wriggling, but I was determined to do it myself. Not quite the sexy and seductive move I was going for, but then I was dressed as a rabbit, so…
“Ungh!” Finally undone, the suit slid off my shoulders all the way down to my waist where it snagged on the tail.
“Problem?” Jonah enquired. I shook my head as I used both hands to manoeuvre the fluffy end of the plug out of the way of the suit’s zip. Once successful, the outfit pooled at my feet. I step
ped out of it completely naked save for my tail, mask, and ears. I put my hands on my waist defiantly. “Turn around,” he croaked. The hoarseness in his voice belied his desire. It made me swell harder knowing I did this to him.
I turned around.
“Bend over.”
I bent over.
“Hands on the bed.”
I placed my hands palm down on the duvet. I heard rustling behind me as Jonah approached. The sound of his jeans hitting the carpet made me shudder. He lay a hand on the small of my back while his other jiggled the tail. I gasped. My eyes were squeezed shut leaving me in the dark except for the bursts of light hitting the inside of my eyelids as Jonah toyed with my prostate. I began to sway. My arms gave out and I face planted the mattress. Jonah chuckled, then with no warning he withdrew the plug in one fluid motion. I cried out, but the sound never came to fruition as Jonah ploughed into me turning my cry of protest to one of pure ecstasy. The sensation of Jonah’s huge cock stretching my hole was my absolute favourite feeling in the world. I was sufficiently slick due to the lube on the plug, allowing his dick to run along my sensitive channel. As he fucked me slowly, eliciting a euphoric high that sent me into a lust induced haze, I moaned unashamedly like the wanton bunny slut I was.
“Yes, Joe, fuck me slow…oh God. I’m your blue bunny Ho…”
“Jesus, stop rhyming,” he chuckled.
“My pluggy, fluffy tail, ensured I wouldn’t fail…”
“Elvis!” Jonah warned as his hips bucked harder sending me sprawling across the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me back, withdrew and flipped me over. I noticed he was also completely naked. His shoulders and chest shone with sweat and I yearned for a taste. I licked my lips. His eyes narrowed and he whipped off my mask and ears. “There’s my blue-eyed boy. I like it better when I can see all of you.” He dipped his head delivering a passion fuelled kiss that left me breathless and rock hard. My cock was leaking onto my stomach. Jonah lapped it off my skin with a smack of his lips. “Delicious. Now, hold your knees.”
I obliged willingly. He took a quick look at my fully exposed hole before lining his cock up with it. Leaning into me he breached my body once more in an agonisingly slow thrust. We both moaned loudly at the sublime sensation. I may have whimpered in protest at the torturously languid way in which he was fucking me.
“Open your eyes, baby.” Jonah’s voice was soft. As he came into vision, his perfect face rearranged itself into a beatific smile. “I loved you in your blue bunny suit, Elvis. Can you tell?” I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip. Jonah was overwhelming me with his consummate attention. He was an intense person even in the normal scheme of things, but when that was focused solely on me, it blew my mind. “You looked cute bouncing around. I’m glad I got to see you in it.” He popped a kiss on my nose. The forward motion drove his shaft deeper into my body leaving me gasping for air. On the way back, he stopped to play with my nipples, using his tongue and lips to drive me wild. It worked. I was a writhing, mewling mess, desperate to come. “And I’m sorry that the Easter party plans were cancelled due to this horrible quarantine situation we find ourselves in.” Jonah shook his head. “But I’m not sorry I have to spend this period of isolation with you, because you are my most favourite person in the whole wide world.”
Jonah was not generally the most eloquent man, but he was killing it today. My heart melted into a puddle.
“I love you, Jonah Kent,” I told him earnestly. “You’re so hot and clever and kind and generous. I even love it when you have your cross face on. I love that tinge of arrogance that asserts itself when you’re in your don’t fuck with me mode. It’s kinda sexy, ya know!” We both chuckled. “But most of all, I love you because you take such good care of me.” He leaned down and I strained my neck towards him and we kissed. “I’m scared what will happen with this horrid virus. I don’t want to think about it.” Jonah began to fuck me again, thrusting in and out of my body initially slowly, before building speed and power. “Make me forget, Joe!” I cried. He fucked me furiously until we both came in a sweaty out-pouring of passionate love making.
Jonah grunted as he pulled out, flopping to the mattress beside me. He threw an arm over his eyes as his chest heaved to catch his breath. I lay there panting, relishing the moment that I weirdly cherished. As I relaxed, I felt Jonah’s come seep out of my hole, warming my inner thighs before wetting the bed. I closed my eyes in satisfaction.
“You’re doing that thing, aren’t you?” Jonah asked.
“If you are referring to me expunging your seed from the precious sanctity of my body, then yes.”
“You know that’s gross.”
I scoffed. “I never claimed to be refined, my darling husband.”
“You sound like a cross between Julius Caesar and Oscar Wilde, right now.”
“Not what I was going for, I assure you.” I twisted to my side throwing a soggy leg over Jonah’s body and snuggling in.
“Ewww,” he complained, hugging me closer. “You’re sticky and moist.”
I squealed. “Never use that word! Oh my God!”
“What, moist?” he teased.
“It’s like the worst thing ever,” I complained.
“Even worse than your come covered cock sticking to the hairs on my thighs? I don’t think so.”
I snorted. “You love getting messy with me.”
“I do.” he conceded. We were quiet for a bit, snoozing in our post coital glow.
“Joe,” I nudged him. “I’m a bit scared to be honest. This Covid thingy seems unreal. I can’t get my head around it. What if we all perish?” My chin wobbled and I tried really hard not to cry and ruin our blissful moment.
“Baby, we can’t predict what’s going to happen. It’s hard because it’s out of our control, but I promise to do everything I can to help prevent anyone we know dying. Your parents are well, as are our friends. Please God they will all stay safe in isolation until all of this is over.”
“I hope so with all my heart. I couldn’t bear to lose anyone.” I knew it was unlikely that the virus wouldn’t touch us somewhere along the line, but I vowed to ensure that whatever normality looked like post-pandemic, I would devote every minute to living a life fulfilled. With Jonah by my side, I couldn’t fail to succeed.
And one day, I so would get to see him dressed up as Bo Peep!
The End
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