Kate clicked on the small bedside lamp and looked at Michael. “I think I want to see Matthew. Alone.” She held her breath and waited for a reply.
“Okay. Do you want me to drive you then leave you two alone or do you want to drive?” Michael resorted to being practical about this. He hurt with the idea that his wife would leave him but he knew she was going through something he could not imagine.
“I will drive. I do not want to take Jonathan. I haven’t told him yet,” she looked at Michael.
“Ok. As long as this is what you need, I will support you,” Michael said.
Kate rolled over and turned off the light. She placed her head on Michael’s chest and sighed. His heart was beating faster than usual. Kate could feel the tension her new husband was containing in his body. She knew he had to be scared and worried. His grace and kindness in this situation washed over her.
She moved her hand from his chest to his thigh. She curled her fingers and ran her nails up the inside of this thigh, a very tender spot. Michael moved a bit, but said nothing. Kate gently scratched his other thigh. She felt him breathe out.
Her hand found his soft cock and stroked it. Michael placed a large palm between Kate’s shoulders and kissed her head. Kate moved onto her knees and slipped beneath the covers. Holding Michael’s balls in one hand, she sucked his cock in between her lips. Even soft, he was large. Just the head of his cock was enough to fill her mouth.
She flicked the head of his cock with her tongue and gently squeezed his balls. He began to grow hard. She opened her mouth wide and took in as much of his cock as she could. She stoked his shaft as she worked the top of his cock with her mouth. Spit dripped down Michael’s hard member and lubricated Kate’s strokes.
When he was fully erect, Kate straddled him. She raised herself up on her knees and sank down onto Michael’s enormous cock. She rocked slowly back and forth, her fingers squeezing his nipples. Michael reciprocated, pinching Kate’s nipples until they were taunt and large.
Kate rocked fastest, pushing Michael deep into her. The more he flicked her nipples, the wetter she became. Her juices covered his cock and pubic hair. She leaned forward to pump faster.
Michael grabbed her hips and held her in place four inches above the base of his cock. He thrust himself into her, fast and hard. Kate reached down to stroke her clit. Michael felt her pussy began to tighten.
He pulled out, and without a word, climbed behind her. Kate bent over, flattening her chest to the bed, ass high in the air. Michael knelt between her legs and drove his cock into her. He held her in place while he thrust deep and fast into his wife. Kate reached between her legs and stroked her clit.
Michael dipped his left thumb in her pussy juices and pushed it into her ass. Her tight hole cinched up around his large thumb. She moaned loudly. Michael pressed his thumb deep into her ass, holding it there as his cock threatened to split her pussy open.
Kate felt the head of Michael’s cock begin to expand in her. She quickened her strokes on her clit. Michael thrust deep and held himself in her as he came. His pulsing pushed Kate to climax. Michael felt her contract around his cock and her ass gripped his thumb.
He pulled out of her gently, wrapped his robe around him and walked to the bathroom to clean up. Kate lay in bed and listened to him. She heard the door close and water run. Then the toilet flushed. More running water and then the door opened.
Michael returned and crawled into bed. He hugged Kate close to him. “I needed that, thank you,” he said quietly and kissed her neck. “I don’t know what will happen next, but I love you and you have made me very happy for the past eighteen months.”
Michael hugged Kate tightly. Silent tears began to fall for her. She loved Michael. She was immensely grateful for his support and help. He was a good man. However, Matthew was her first love. They had a child together. He was coming home from a POW camp and didn’t know his wife had remarried. She didn’t know what she was going to do.
Chapter Eight
November 21st began as a bright winter day. The sun was harsh in the clear blue sky and morning brought a brisk 40 degrees. Kate helped Jonathan get ready for school. As she kissed him good-bye, she reminded him, “Mommy has to go to Alameda today. That is a long drive. I won’t be home when you get back from school. Ruth will be here to take care of you until Michael gets home.”
Once Jonathan had boarded the school bus, Kate checked her make-up one final time, picked up her purse and the list of directions to the base where Matthew would land at 2:00 PM. She turned and looked at Michael. His eyes were welling with tears.
“I love you, I do,” Kate said. “But I need to see Matthew. I need to do this alone. I am sorry.” She hugged Michael and held the embrace.
“I know you do,” he said flatly and held her tight. “I love you and I love Jonathan.”
They released. Michael handed her the car keys. “I hope everything goes okay. I will count on seeing you tonight.”
Kate nodded. “I should be home by nine.” Tears slipped down her cheek as she left.
* * * * *
Kate stood in the small receiving room on the Alameda base. A wall of windows faced the tarmac. She was surrounded by the wives of career Army men waiting their husbands to return from deployments and trainings. Two guards sat in the back of the room.
A large green-gray plane pulled up and stopped. The stairs were wheeled over and locked into place. The women stood, some holding their children’s hands or their babies in their arms, to watch their men come home. The private in the room opened the door to the tarmac as the men began deplaning. Women rushed outside, looking for their partners. Kate stood frozen at the window. She did not know what to expect.
As women and children hugged men in military uniforms, Kate held her breath. A man stood at the top of the stairs and scanned the area. He could be Matthew, she thought. But the man in the plane door was thin, very thin and looked a lot older than Matthew should look at 37.
The man continued to scan the crowd. Kate stood at the window and watched. He reached the ground and looked around. He clearly couldn’t find his party he was supposed to meet. He began to push his way through the crowd toward the small building. Kate watched him.
The man reached the door of the receiving room. He looked around. A private sat at the desk on one end of the room. Kate turned toward him, but remained by the window.
The man looked at her, “Kate?” he asked quietly.
She nodded and began to cry. Matthew ran to her, hugged her and squeezed her tight. “I have been dreaming about this for five years!” he said. They hugged each other and cried.
Finally, Matthew wiped his eyes. “I have missed you so much. I thought about you every day while I was away. You kept me going. That, and seeing you and our son again.” He wiped more tears away.
Kate smiled, “I didn’t think this was possible. They told me you were dead,” she said, tears still streaming. “We had a funeral. They told me you died.”
Matthew hugged her again. “I know. They told me they made a mistake. They mixed up my name.” He was quiet for a moment. “They told me you had remarried and were living in California.” He paused and looked at Kate.
Kate nodded, still crying. “I’m sorry. They told me you were dead.” The word “dead” barely made it past her lips.
“I understand, I think.” Matthew stood there, looking at his wife who just confirmed she married another man.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” he asked.
“Sure, I have a car.” Kate motioned toward the parking lot.
The POW and his wife, now remarried, walked in silence to the car. When they reached the Chevy, Kate unlocked the doors. “Very nice! You married rich?” Matthew asked.
“He has a little money,” Kate said, suddenly feeling very guilty for her choice. “I had to do something so I could keep Jonathan.”
They got into the car. Kate put the keys in the ignition, but didn’t know where to go. She looked at Matth
ew. “I missed you every day since you left. I think about you all the time. I didn’t want to believe you were dead, but everyone kept telling me you died and I had to move on. They said if I believed you were alive I would hurt Jonathan.” Tears began to fall again.
Matthew placed his hand on his wife’s thigh. “I know. When I was in Guam they showed me the telegram. They told me they paid death benefits. They told me you remarried earlier this year. I know you had no reason to think I was still alive when the Army didn’t.”
“I waited for four years,” Kate said, looking to Matthew for forgiveness.
“Do you love him?” Matthew asked.
Kate had been living in fear of this question for the past five days. She couldn’t imagine telling Matthew she loved another man. It would be lying to tell him that Michael was just a practical solution for child rearing purposes. She had played out lots of different ways of telling him and imagining his reaction. However, sitting there with him, she realized none of her options made sense.
“I do, but not in the way I love you,” she said.
Matthew knitted his brows together. “What does that mean?”
“You are my soul mate. I felt your presence every day, even after they told me you died. Even after I married Michael. I see you in our son. You are my great love,” Kate touched Matthew’s thigh. “But I am grateful to Michael. He stepped in to help me and Jonathan stay together. He loves me and appreciates me. His is good to me and Jonathan. He is a good man. I love him, but it is more of a deep fondness and care.”
Matthew nodded gently. “Okay. How is Jonathan?” his voice cracked at the end of the sentence.
“He is happy. His is so BIG! He is in second grade; reading, writing, he can add and subtract numbers, and he has a lot of friends.” Kate smiled broadly. Speaking of her healthy, happy son always made her proud and joyful. “He looks just like you. I have a picture.”
Kate fished in her purse and pulled out a small picture of Jonathan sitting on the swing in the front of the Orangevale house. “This was taken two months ago.” She passed the picture to Matthew.
“He’s beautiful,” Matthew whispered. Tears fell as he touched the image. “I missed everything.” He broke into sobs.
Kate bent over and hugged him. “Not everything. You were there for the beginning. You will be there for the rest of it,” she continued to hug Matthew.
Matthew pulled back, “I will be there for the rest of it?” His eyes flashed hope. “So, you and I and Jonathan will be a family again?”
Kate sat back. “Maybe. I don’t know how to say this.” She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and looked at Matthew. “I haven’t told Jonathan that you were alive. I only got word a couple of days ago and haven’t been able to really take it in myself. Michael is important to me and he has really helped Jonathan and me. I feel like I own him something.”
Matthew’s face began to fall. Kate saw his hope fading.
“Michael has a guest bedroom in the house. What if you moved into that bedroom for a while? We can work as a team to help Jonathan understand what happened. We can raise him together. You will have your family back, just a little different than before.” Kate’s eyes searched Matthew for any sign of his reaction.
Matthew sat quietly, not moving. He just looked at his wife. He never considered this to be an option. He thought he would either come home or have his family back or that he would come home and she would never come back. Living with her and her husband and Jonathan was not an option he ever considered. He didn’t know what to make of this idea.
“So?” Kate asked.
“I want my son back. I want you back. I want my family back. You and Jonathan were what kept me alive for the past five years. I wanted to come home to you. If that means, temporarily, I have to live in another man’s house, I will do that.” Matthew looked at his wife, she stared back.
“Do you sleep with him?” he asked, crestfallen.
Kate sat in silence for what seemed to her like forever. “Yes,” she said quietly.
Matthew nodded. “That makes sense. He is your husband.”
Kate nodded in agreement.
“I don’t know how to handle that,” Matthew’s level of honestly and vulnerability shocked Kate.
“I can stop…” she offered. She thought of Matthew, lying in the guest bedroom, hearing her and Michael and felt horrible. She could not ask him to do that. She would not want to hear him with another woman and she would not ask him to do something she could not.
Matthew nodded gently. He stared out the side window. “This is going to be really hard, isn’t it?”
“Yes. But I love you. I love our family. I want to make this work. I just can’t hurt Michael right now. Especially after all he has done for Jonathan and me.” Kate tried to explain why she couldn’t just move back in with Matthew. “It is going to be really hard to explain to Jonathan what happened. He needs his father to help him with that. But he needs other people too.” She paused and whispered, “I think Michael can help with that.”
Matthew continued to stare out the window and nod.
“You are my wife. He is my son. That is what I know. I am going to make this work.” Matthew said with determination.
Kate smiled. “I love you. I never stopped loving you. Let’s go see your family.” She squeezed his knee. As she started the Chevy, she realized when she said family she included Michael in her thoughts.
This is going to be an adventure, she thought.
The Alpha Werebear Seeks a Wife
By: Victoria Scott
The Alpha Werebear Seeks a Wife
©Victoria Scott, January, 2016 – All rights reserved
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Chapter 1
Emily looked at the paper again and thought about it for just a brief minute. She didn’t know what to do really. Should I do it or not?
“Ma’am did you want to sign up? If so we will need you to fill out a form.” The woman that spoke was short and rounded and looked like someone’s mother. Not a person she would have thought she would see here. No. She was definitely not the type to be rounding women in for this affair.
“What happens exactly? I mean I know what it says but can you tell me what it entails?”
“Yes. Come with me honey.”
She followed the older woman to the back of the room and sat down at the small round wooden table. The woman had a smile that was tender and heartfelt. Emily saw her eyes travel to her shoulder and she quickly pulled the shirt up to hide the mark she knew that Scott had left there yesterday. The woman’s eyes were tender as she took her hand in her own. Her words were soft as if in a mere whisper she spoke them.
“It is hard to tell you what will happen exactly. All I can tell you is that you will be sent to a husband. They also sign papers stating they will make sure that you are taken care of in every way.”
“Yes, but I don’
t know about being shipped off to a husband that I don’t even know.” Her eyes were frightened as she spoke. Emily was a kind heart and hadn’t been given the easiest of lives to live.
The woman sighed softly. “Can I be frank honey?”
“Yes.”
“It looks like things couldn’t get much worse than they already are for you dear. You could find yourself with an honest man that will treat you well. A lot better than the way you have been treated by the looks of things.”
Emily looked at the other woman and knew what she said was the truth. Scott was an ass and had been since her parents’ death. Emily was an only child. In the beginning, Scott had been nice to her buying her things and taking her out all with trying to get her to marry him. She had finally agreed to move in with him and that was her biggest mistake. Her parents were killed in a car accident just a few months later. That was when everything had changed.
Scott had changed. He had gone from the boyfriend who did everything for her and devoted his life to pleasing her to the asshole he now was. He also developed a liking to alcohol a little too much and became abusive. The problem was the worst abuse was the kind that no one saw. Scott was mainly good at keeping the bruises where no one would see them but it was his words hurt Emily the most. He blamed her for her parent’s death telling her they were coming to their house for her “stupid birthday”. If it hadn’t of been for her then they wouldn’t have been on the road and the victim when the truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. She constantly blamed herself for the accident.
Scott had a way of making her feel like nothing and kicking her when she was down. He was also a cheat and didn’t even bother to try and hide it. He had gone as far as making her watch a video of him with another woman while he used her body. She had cried herself to sleep that night. It hadn’t been because of the physical pain he had caused her but rather the shame and humiliation she had felt. He had brought women home and then laughed at her when she said something. She normally saw the back of his hand whenever she had said something against the way he was doing things so she had become accustomed to keeping her mouth shut too.
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