Zach was actually not asleep when Cathy returned. He had been waiting for her and only pretended to be sleeping in order to give her some space. He had heard all her movements, and he had deliberately put his arm around her and whispered that he loved her. What he did not understand was why she cried her heart out till she fell asleep. What had happened to her while she was out? What had happened while he was away? Why was she not wearing her ring still? Did any of it have to do with the supposed friend called Dale? If thinking alone could produce answers, Zach was sure he would have had his fill of them already. He watched over his beloved wife for some time before spooning himself behind her and he also fell into a worried sleep.
Before long, it was daybreak. When Zach awoke, Cathy was not in bed with him. He looked long at her part of the bed as if that would make her appear there. He wanted to hold his wife, kiss her, do a lot of wicked things to her but he could not. In defiance to his brain, his shaft rose mightily and stood up straight. “You better calm down, boy. You are not getting anything yet.” But before his shaft obeyed, Cathy entered the bedroom with a tray of beverage, bread, biscuits and fried eggs. She mouthed an “Oh” and received a responding shrug from her husband. She then realized that it had been quite some time since they got intimate. But this was not the time, not when she was about to lose everything she loved.
Zach sat up in bed as Cathy served him his breakfast. He took it as his wife’s way of making things up with him, and he was right. As soon as he was done eating and the tray had been cleared, Cathy came back to him, snuggled in his side (his total weakness) and whispered, “I’m sorry, Zach. Let’s make up. Can we…” Before she could finish, they heard a knock on their front door. Cathy immediately became agitated. Could it be Dale? Zach went to check who was at the door. He returned with a black-painted envelope with Cathy’s name written in red. She snatched the envelope from him, shakily opened it and found one small sheet of paper, on which was written “Six more days. Come to me with 7,000 or else …”
“That’s some black mail there,” Zach offered, smiling at the pun. On a different day, Cathy and he would have gotten into a literary argument but today was different. This was a real threat to her peace of mind and her marriage. She could not joke at all. “Whom is it from, Cathy? Cathy…” That jolted her from her thinking.
Before Cathy could respond with a sly lie, her mobile handset rang. It was Dale. Cathy’s heart resumed its pumping at a faster rate. She looked at the black envelope in her hand and decided to answer the call. Before she could, however, the call ended, and she heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
Zach was looking at her all the while, wondering what was happening, and praying it would not destroy the romantic mood they had begun cooking up earlier. His manhood began to harden again. As he put his hand on his zipper to cover it, Cathy lifted her head, saw his hand, and looked at her husband face. “I’m sorry, love. The little boy down there can’t seem to lie still when you are around. And since it has been over a year now…” her husband shrugged, deliberately faltering, hoping his wife would catch the hint and do something. She gave him a blank look, as if she did not comprehend, then she signaled with her index finger for him to come closer. He did, and stood directly in front of her. She did not take her eyes off his face. Her hands travelled slowly up from his knees, his thighs, and to his abdomen. Zach gulped. His blood was steaming and it was evident in the bulge beneath his shorts. He wished he could get rid of them immediately. But he did not know what Cathy had in mind, so he lifted his eyes to the ceiling, prayed for strength and sighed his wife’s name.
Cathy was quite busy turning her husband on. She was enjoying the torture she seemed to elicit from his body. She had glanced up once and had seen him look up n mouth something. She went on: she pulled him closer gently, bringing his waist very near her nose. She nuzzled the small hairs on his abdomen and tickled his navel with her tongue. She ran her tongue from his navel down to the top of the shorts and back up again, kissing his navel. Zach could no longer stand still: he held his wife’s shoulders for support and moaned inaudibly, wondering exactly when Cathy would release him. Suddenly she stopped and looked at his face, as if she wasn’t sure she should continue. Then, Zach leaned forward and pulled her to her feet, causing the letter to fall to the ground. They did not care about anything at this point; all they wanted was to be with each other and enjoy each other once more.
Zach kissed Cathy’s lips ever so softly. God, how he had missed his wife’s lips. He stayed with her lips, sucking, licking, tasting. Cathy gave back with equal passion, not wanting Zach to go along passion lane alone. Her arms went to his back, running her fingers lightly down his spine. This made Zach lean in to her, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. His tongue found hers, and they began the romantic dance. The fire surging through their bloodstreams made them throw off their clothes. What could not come off easily got torn.
Finally they were together, skin to skin. Zach cupped Cathy’s breast in one hand and rotated her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Cathy’s moan was swallowed by a deep kiss. She held on to him like a lifeline, taking in all that he was offering. Zach moved to the second breast and gave it the same treatment, now nibbling and sucking the first breast. The twin effect was too much for Cathy, and she cried out her pleasure. Sensing that she might let go of him and fall off, Zach stood up straight and lifted her onto the bed, where he continued his foreplay by sucking each toe. He moved up her legs slowly, kissing one as he tickled the other. When he got to her pelvis, she was already writhing on the bed. He was determined to make up for all the time he was absent, and it appeared his effort was paying off.
He dropped feathery kisses on her hips and her inner thighs. To tease her, he stroked the inner parts of her thighs lightly, following his fingers with his mouth. By the time his fingers found her warm centre, she was already wet and ready, clutching at the bedspread, wanting more. Zach took advantage of that and began to lick her womanly button, slowly at first, then increased pace. Cathy’s hips moved in rhythm to his tongue, on the verge of breaking apart with pleasure. Zach held her hips and made a firm thrust with his tongue straight into her womanhood. Cathy screamed his name. She had never been loved this way before, not even by her own husband. This was new to her, and she was loving every bit of it.
She thrust her hips up in order to get more from him. She then ran her hands down his bare chest to hold his powerful shaft. The unexpected action made Zach jerk and hold her tighter. He gently withdrew his tongue from her womanhood and took her hand away from his shaft. He looked straight into his wife’s eyes as he rose up over her and supported his weight on his forearms. Gently, he parted his wife’s legs and, not breaking eye contact, glided smoothly into her. It was the most amazing feeling he had experienced in over a year, and although they had done it before, that night seemed special, as if it was their first.
Zach held on in her for a while, waiting for her to get used to his shaft. He wondered how come she was still so tight. Then she moved her hips up, and Zach began the rhythmic thrust, slow at first, just as he had done with his tongue, kissing her and fondling her breasts, giving her all the pleasure he had denied her and taking all that she offered. Suddenly, Cathy threw his weight off him. His face expressed shock as he saw her smile. What wickedness was his wife planning? It happened that the “wickedness” was in his wife sitting astride him and sliding his manhood up into her. She began to wind and grind on top of him, rendering him quite useless except to enjoy his wife. She had never done this before, and he greatly enjoyed her grinding on top of him. She leaned forward and began bouncing. Zach was so impressed that he nearly spilled his seed. He saw the pleasure on his wife’s face and held on for her.
When she climaxed and consequently reached orgasm (another rare event), he was right behind her, spilling his substance into her. She then collapsed on top of him, a smile riding her beautiful lips. He kissed the top of her head and held her tighter. She raised her head, and said, “I love you, Zach, no matter what.” Yeah, Zach thought, you must love a man to give him a good grind.
She fell asleep on her husband who quietly lifted her off him and onto the bed. As it was now afternoon, he decided to prepare the meal they would eat after she woke up. He saw the paper and the black envelope near his shorts when he bent to pick it up. Out of curiosity, he read the contents. He was taken aback. Why would anyone be blackmailing his wife?
