Epilogue

“Honey?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I was thinking ... How does Italy sound for our ten year anniversary?”

John smiled. Ellie had a way of making requests that were actually exactly what he wanted.

“Rome? Florence? Venice? That sounds like a great idea,” he replied before kissing her again. Between his probing tongue and her soft lip bites, they sprawled out on the couch, soaking in the warmth each other’s bodies generated. Caressing her breasts over her halter top - and man, did his wife have perfect breasts! - John could feel her nipples responding to his touch through the thin fabric before Ellie removed the top altogether.

Even after all these years, her breasts still amazed him. And Ellie loved the way her husband still looked at her. It made her feel desirable and wanted, and she felt lucky to have found this man that so clearly loved her and her body. It helped of course that her ass was still as tight as it had been when they had met thirteen years ago, just like her boobs were still very firm and perky. Being with Ellie felt like winning the lottery. Except that it wasn’t chance that had brought them together. It was a story.

Ellie didn’t know. As far as she was concerned, the story they told others about how they met, was exactly how they met. But John knew. Thirteen years ago he had found a story writing app that made his stories come to life. He had experimented with it and he had enjoyed several fun moments thanks to it. A tryst with three cheerleaders, a fantasy come true for so many men, had left him feeling surprisingly unfulfilled however. It had been fun and exciting, but it had lacked something.

It had taken him some time to realize, but in the end he got it. The thing he had been missing in all of these adventures, was a real connection to the women he was sleeping with. They had all been beautiful and willing, and the physical pleasure had been great. Without a more profound bond, he would be left chasing thrill after thrill. Of course he had the means to do that, he could simply write story after story, but that meant he most likely could fulfill that deeper craving as well, in exactly the same way.

So John had begun writing a new story. It was still a sexual story, if only to keep everything that had made his stories come to life as much as possible the same in this new story. Sex wasn’t the main theme of this story though. Instead he worked on describing a first date with a lovely and beautiful woman, someone he connected with on every level. That first date was followed by several more, until dating almost naturally evolved into a relationship. He had made sure to stipulate that it was a long lasting relation based on a deep love and a passion that remained as strong at the end of their lives as it had been on that first date.

And now here they were, thirteen years later, both naked on the couch, both too hungry for each other to move to the bedroom. Ellie straddled John’s lap and grasped his hard cock to guide it to her waiting pussy. John’s hands were firmly on her ass as she impaled herself on his erection. They moaned together at the feeling of him filling her up. She began to rock back and forth, her breasts bouncing in his face as she rode him.

John eagerly leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as she grabbed the back of his head to keep his lips on her breast. His hands gripped her hips tightly, helping her move up and down on him as he thrust his hips to meet hers. The sounds of their moans, their flesh slapping together filled the room as their passion fueled their movements, driving both of them ever closer to the edge of ecstacy. It didn’t happen every time, but their coupling proved to be one of those magical times when they both reached their peak simultaneously. John could feel Ellie’s pussy starting to contract around him, triggering his own orgasm, spurting deep inside her.

Both finished, Ellie collapsed onto John’s chest, breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close and they lay like that for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. And as he had done so many times before, John was thankful for finding Ellie and for the AI that helped him make his stories, especially this story, come true.