Pixie
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Chapter 19: Calming Down
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19: Calming Down - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
Katie replied to Mel’s open-ended invitation to stay forever. “I thought I’d stay a few days and see what Dan had done with my things at the condo. He’d threatened to toss them all out – whatever was left. He only gave me twenty-four hours’ notice. Not much of note to end a marriage on. Besides, I can always move back with mom and dad until I get reestablished.”
“Dan told you he had a new honey?” I asked carefully. I didn’t want to reopen the wound that had hurt her so yesterday.
“Yeah. I guessed, but it was different having it confirmed and thrown in your face that he wanted to move her in and me out. I would have thought over three years of marriage counted for something more than that.”
“Me too,” Mel said in a sarcastic tone, clearly unhappy at Dan’s behavior.
After a long silence I went and sat by Katie and put my arm around her in a friendly hug. “What can we do to lighten your load, to bring you back to your usual state of happiness?”
She put her head on my shoulder and allowed me to kiss her forehead again. Mel watched with a smile on her face.
“What do you normally do on a Sunday?” Katie asked.
“Well, we’d thought about driving up to a lake and doing a picnic today,” Mel announced as though we always did something fun like that every weekend. “The weather is nice and we wanted to get away from the house and all our projects for some quality time with each other.”
I knew quite well that we had had nothing planned. More typically, our Sundays drifted by with a series of small home and work projects. Thus, the idea of a picnic came as a surprise that I managed to hide with actual enthusiasm for the idea.
“Oh, that sounds so nice. Can I help you prepare something? How can I help?” Katie inquired.
“Just keep Doug away from the kitchen while I prepare things,” Mel said with laughter in her voice. I had a reputation for snacking on anything being prepared in the kitchen. For some remarkable reason, I could eat about anything and not gain weight.
“Come,” I said to Katie, “I’ll show you around the ‘estate’.” I took Katie’s hand and led her towards the back door and our deck. Mel started to pull cold cuts and sandwich makings from the refrigerator. Ashley seemed content to play in the middle of the kitchen floor with a pile of measuring cups.
“We own almost as far as the eye can see back here,” I said gesturing expansively at the backyard. “All the way to the back hedge row,” I stated as though it was miles away, when in fact it was only about ninety feet from the back of the house. I got a laugh from Katie.
“This is so quiet and private. You can’t see any of the other homes,” Katie observed as she moved to sit on the rail of the deck, a cup of coffee in her hand. “Oh, is that a Jacuzzi?” she asked gesturing towards the covered spa in a corner of the deck.
“Sure is,” I said modestly. “We can fire it up when we get home and enjoy it this evening if you’d like. Mel and I use it about one or two nights a week, particular if I’ve had a physical day on the job. Mel really enjoys it now that she’s carrying so much baby, although she has to watch how long she stays in it because of baby. It’s pretty good at making all your worries disappear.”
Katie said, “Then I definitely want to try that as soon as we can. I’ve got a lot of bad memories to make disappear – like the past three years with Dan. The first two weren’t too bad.”
Katie tried to muster some enthusiasm for the day, but I could tell she was working at being cheerful. Sometimes her responses were just flat and matter of fact. I continued to engage her and our conversation wandered to my job and the wide variety of tasks I encountered. Increasingly my time was spent interviewing promising candidates to head the various properties, that now included one modest size shopping mall where the attrition rate had been rather high. I was trying to figure out why.
I got Katie talking about her job doing programming and fancy website development for an ad agency in Boston. She talked about a couple of large banks and financial houses that I knew as some of her company’s clients.
“I’m going to have to explain to my company why I’m absent tomorrow. Fortunately things didn’t look too busy this week. I don’t even think I had any meetings booked, just lots of computer time.”
“Can you work from here?” I asked.
She thought for a moment and said, “Yes. Yes, I could. I even brought my laptop although it’s not much of a production machine for me. I normally use an M4 Mac Pro that’s maxed out in every way you can imagine with multiple displays, memory, hard drives, graphics tablets, and all.”
“Give it a shot,” I suggested. “But don’t forget your real reason to be here is to get back to health – to heal, not to stress yourself out further with some work assignments. If all you do is bury yourself in your work, you’ll find you just postpone the mental homework of dealing with the ‘Dan Situation’.” Katie nodded in agreement with my concept.
I felt sorry for the emotions I knew she’d have to encounter and deal with over the next few weeks. I guess you never really get over being ditched so catastrophically. For some reason, that made me think of how Joy had ultimately left us. I moved to Katie’s side and used my finger to brush back a lock of her hair from her pretty face. She looked up at me and smiled.
Impulsively, I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She turned and met my kiss. This wasn’t any torrid kiss that suddenly launched us into some sexual embrace. This was just a simple kiss that told her, “I love you” and “I’ll take care of you” while you’re here. She smiled at me when we parted and I stood.
I stroked her cheek gently and said, “Let’s go check on the picnic.”
“You really love Mel a lot, don’t you?” Katie stated.
“Yes, I do,” I said. “We’ve had our rough moments too, but nothing as bad as what just happened to you. We got some marriage counseling and turned things around. You know Mel is such a non-conformist; we even managed to amaze the counselor at some of the things we’ve done.”
“Can you share?” she asked inquisitively. “Not to gossip. I’d just like to particularly hear what you guys learned about each other and what the counselor told you or got you to think about. I tried to get Dan to go to counseling a couple of times but he wouldn’t hear of it.”
“Come on, we’ll talk in the car or at the State Park.” I led Katie back into the house. Mel was just finishing putting things in a large cooler on the kitchen table. I went to snoop as to what was in the cooler and Mel gently rapped my knuckled with a wooden spoon and I jumped. We all laughed.
A half-hour later we were in Mel’s SUV, heading northeast to Mount Gilead State Park. Mel sat in back with Ashley to keep her amused; Katie sat in front with me as I drove. We’d never been there before so this was a treat for Mel and me too. On the drive, we just chatted about our house, the construction process, friends and jobs.
After we arrived, we made elaborate preparations at one of the campsites alongside the lower lake. In a few minutes we’d set up a large canopy for shade, laid out a feast on a picnic table, and even provided a fenced in play area for Ashley. We came prepared.
I stretched out against one of the oak trees next to our picnic table and played with Ashley. Mel and Katie sat at the weathered picnic table.
“Mel,” I said, “Katie wants to know what we learned from the marriage counselor. How we turned things around.”
The Pixie blew me a kiss then turned to Katie; “First you have to understand what was happening in our marriage – or rather what wasn’t happening. We were in the doldrums. Both of us had put a lot of emphasis on our jobs and the house, and then Ashley. The attention we paid each other suffered. Our marriage just lost its warmth; there was no emotion, no heat, and no sex. It was empty, dead. Further, I got another boyfriend.”
Katie nodded knowingly at Mel’s description.
Mel went on, “We started to nag each other about little things – the house, errands, the baby, time spent at work, bills, purchases, broken commitments – real and imagined, and on and on. We got in a negative spiral; things only got worse. About the only thing we could agree on was that we didn’t like or understand each other and, sometime later, that we needed outside help to pull us back from the brink.”
I broke in, “One of the guys at work had been through counseling. He hadn’t said much about it, but I could tell it had worked and he was so much happier after the weeks he and his wife went through it. I was given the counselor’s name and we called.”
Mel picked up the thread, “From the moment we walked into the marriage counselor’s office, things started to improve. Instead of asking us what the problems were, she asked us how we loved each other and whether we liked being loved that way? I loved her approach; it seemed so different from what I’d expected.”