Chapter 2: A Last Hurrah

† Thursday, November 1, 2023 (one week before the explosion).

“Theo, I hate to say it. I hate to even think it. But we’re almost out of time to be making love in this big ass house. We need to turn in the keys on Monday, the 13th, and we still have to pack up. Really, this might be the last opportunity we have here to relax and enjoy a good fuck.”

“I know, Syl, it’s tearing me up. Nothing that I’ve tried has worked. I’m a failure as a husband and as a father.”

“Oh, baby, don’t say that. We’ll figure something out. Don’t you know that I love you?”

“Yes, but I can’t imagine why.”

“Stop that! Don’t you dare spend precious time with your loving wife being all droopy. Come here! Kiss me! Mm.”

When they broke, Sylvie had that knowing smile on her face—the one that always excited him. Then, she crossed her arms, grabbed the hem of her pajama top, and tugged it over her head. Her jiggling nipples stabilized, with his attention locked, as ever.

Moving quickly, Sylvie unbuttoned his pajama shirt and splayed apart the tails, then collapsed against his chest for more kissing. Her already-hard nipples dragged through the curls of his chest hair.

“Ah, Theo, stay right there. I need to show you something.”

She rolled off onto her back with her knees bent. Pushing against the mattress with her feet, she dropped the pajama bottoms past her ass and down over her knees. In a moment, she was untangled and completely nude. Then she turned on her side, displaying her pubic area.

“This is what I wanted to show you.”

“But, Sylvie, everything’s the same.”

“Are you sure? Look closer.”

“Beautiful. Like always. I’m confused, dear.”

She pushed up and reached into his fly.

“You’re absolutely right, everything’s the same. When you see my pussy, you get hard. So, what are you going to do about it, smart boy?”

“Has Cosette gone to sleep?”

“Not a chance. It’s only 9:30, Theo, and she’s ten, not six. But she’s in bed and reading her novel, so she won’t be disturbing us.”

“What’s she reading now-?”

“She’s reading David Copperfield, by Charles Dickens.”

“You’re kidding. That’s like a thousand pages!”

“She read A Tale of Two Cities a month ago, and that provoked her to look for more of his novels. She’s really amazing, that girl. Cosette has an adult’s mind in a child’s body. I wish we could provide for her the way we should. We just don’t deserve her.”

“That’s true. But she loves us, in spite of everything.”

Sylvie and Theo just cuddled together, for a while. Then she crawled out of bed.

“Don’t move; I’m just gonna pee and I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, she was back, standing by the bed.

“Strange thing, I still feel a little damp down there.”

“Are we out of toilet paper?”

“No, I used some like usual. I think you’d better take a look.”

This last with a coquettish look on her face. Theo suddenly understood her meaning.

“You’re right; you can’t be too careful. I’ll see if there’s a problem.”

“Thanks, honey. Here, let me help you. Raise up a bit.”

She fluffed a pillow under the back of his head, and pulled the blanket and top sheet aside, exposing him down to the knees, including his stiff cock. Carefully, she climbed up and over her husband and hovered with her pussy just above his face.

“I am detecting some moisture, but—”