Chapter 4

That evening, I pulled into the driveway. Once I entered the house, Emily looked up from her book, smiled at me, and rose to greet me with a snuggle, and a kiss rich with promise of good times to come.

“I’ve been wasting away, waiting for you to slake my hungers! So, sailor: you wanna satisfy my hungry pussy, or my poor empty stomach?”

I responded to her kiss in kind, and replied to her words. “Is ‘Yes!’, an option? Although, sustenance might enable me to pay proper attention to your baser desires.”

She affected a pout. “Fine! A meal first, then you can debauch me, in the manner that I desire. Let’s go! Imagining happy fun times stimulates all my appetites!”

We found a parking spot beneath a streetlight, and entered the restaurant. I gave my name to the hostess, and we sat to wait for our table.

I suddenly remembered why I had not been out for quite some time, as the harsh tones of the Loathed Ex struck me.

“What, have you begun shopping in the infant section now? Could she be any younger?”, sneered my ex wife, Annie.

Emily was more nimble than I, responding sweetly, “Well, ma’am, once I turned 21, I decided that I was done with boys, and wanted a grown up man. Well, here he is!”

Emily turned to me, and asked, sweetly, “Honey? Is there some reason your aunt, here, does not remember you? I can see that she is old and all, but, well, that degree of senility should require a minder from the home, wouldn’t it?”

Annie grew red faced at that, and I could almost hear her blood pressure rise. Fortunately for all of us, Annie’s sister appeared, and hustled her away.

Things gradually resumed their previous hubub of conversation, once Annie and her associates had been seated in some far corner of the restaurant. Emily leaned into me, whispering, “So, is that the Loathed EX? Gramma told me that Great Gramma had nothing nice to say about her! I can see why!”

I sighed. “Yeah, there she is. At one point, I loved her as I had never thought I could love another. Then, I do not know what happened, but she turned from a sweet loving woman into the harridan you just met. I held my tongue, hoping it was simply something she would eventually work out by herself, but, as you can see, I was wrong. Wrong about her recovering from profoundly unhappy to her previously pleasant self, wrong about our ability to work it out together, wrong about her solving her unhappiness. Now, it appears that she has enough misery pouring out of her soul, that it fills every space she enters. I’m sorry you had to encounter that.”

Emily wrapped my arm up in hers, and spoke into my ear. “Naw, sweetie, I’m sorry that you had to live with that. I’m sorry that your dreams of sweetness with, what was her name?, collapsed in misery. I’m sorry that you listened to her long enough that you started to believe her bullshit.”

Emily kissed my cheek, sat more upright (never releasing my arm), and brightly continued, in a hushed tone, “So, Mark? You remember that I Come From The Future, right? And, that I bring all sorts of Future Wisdom with me, right? So, listen up, because I have some Future Wisdom for you, right here. First off, you are a great guy. Seriously. No shit. You try to do the right thing, you try to make your woman happy, and, let me tell you, simply from my personal experience, you really, really succeed! Secondly, you are a worthwhile person. You work hard, you try to understand your responsibilities, and you try to make sure that they are all met, in full and on time. Thirdly, your ex, what’s-her-name...”

I interjected, “Annie”.

Emily continued. “Yeah, Annie, Priscilla, Lucretia, whatever! Anyway, your ex is an asshole. She is so full of shit, and unhappiness, and self loathing, that she cannot see anything nice, or pleasant, or pure or worthwhile, and those things that she fears may be any, or all, of those things, she feels compelled to shit on it, simply so that she can say to the voices in her head, ‘See? That is shitty, just like me!’ She is a geyser of misery, and, anybody who stands too closely will be splattered with misery, themselves. You are well rid of her.”

My paramour took in a breath, and then admonished me, “So, shithead, get over her and her self loathing bullshit, and bask in the sunshine of my ever so wonderful loving!”

I snapped to it. “Ma’am, yes ma’am!”

I looked around. Nobody appeared to be paying any sort of attention to us. “Do you still want to eat here, or would you he happier somewhere else?”

Emily smiled. Maliciously. “Nope, here we stay. I just might have a thought or two that, should I act on it, might rev your ex up even higher.”

Napoleon is supposed to have said something like, “Never interrupt your adversary when he is making a mistake.” I resolved that I should never interfere with one scheming woman, plotting to avenge a wrong committed by another scheming woman. We ate there.

As it developed, we wound up seated in the section that Annie and her sisters were in. I was facing away, with a view of the door, and Emily was seated to my left. Emily had a view of The Ex. She provided an intermittent commentary to me.

Emily’s commentary grew more animated, once she (Emily) reached beneath the tablecloth, and ran her right hand up my thigh, tantalizingly close to my krenk.

Anybody paying attention to our table, as Annie was, could guess what Emily was doing, and that guess might ruffle the feathers of a vindictive individual, as Annie was.

Simply to be sure that that particular cake was thoroughly iced, Emily leaned over and wrapped her left hand behind my head, bringing me close for a heated, searching, open mouthed kiss.

Everybody else seemed to think that we were newlyweds, and slowly, glasses began to be tapped with silverware, adding a bell like accompaniment to our kissing.

We completed the kiss, and nodded to the room. Emily leaned into me with a maliciously gleeful expression, informing me, “I hope what’s-her-name took her blood pressure medication today! Either she is having a stroke, or that facial droop is because she just bit into something really, really disgusting! Maybe she’s really allergic to something she just ate, because I cannot think how her face could get any more red!”

I murmurred back, “Annie. Her name is Annie. She did not used to be allergic to anything, but, for some reason, we have not had any conversations about any changes in her medical history, recently!”

The rest of the meal was uneventful. Annie did not collapse from the hypothetical stroke, she did not stop breathing from the putative anaphylactic reaction Emily wondered about, we (Emily and I) enjoyed our meal.

I paid, left a nice tip, and we drove quietly home.

I locked up after us, made sure the lights were off, and finished the end-of-the-evening routine.

I entered the bedroom, only to find a smiling dark haired nymph, peering out at me from beneath the sheets.

She chastised me. “Here, I have been aching for you to use my soft body, to spend your lust upon me, and rather than hurry here to further despoil me, you seem to take your sweet time locking up, closing up, and generally loitering, when you have a hot, nay, desperate, woman seeking your seed! I am not sure that you really desire me, perhaps you have grown bored with me, already!”

I undressed, hanging up my clothing and settling my things as per my usual custom, such that they might be readily found should the need arise overnight. My every move was tracked by the dark eyes of my paramour.

I observed, “Yet, curiously enough, your lust did not interfere with you winding up my ex, did it?”

She sat up, revealing her firm breasts, and replied, “Well, she started it! ‘Shopping in the infant aisle’! Thought she could insult me, did she? Well, I am happy to see that my comment about your ex wife being your aunt, and senile to boot, ticked her off! I hope she spends the entire night stewing about how you traded up, when she left!”

I turned the sheets back, and settled in next to her, reaching to embrace Emily. “Yes, sweetie, I certainly did trade up! With you, I have a newer model as well as a finer product altogether!” I kissed her behind her ear, eliciting a purr in the process, and continued.

“While I spent quite some time in my personal purgatory, when I emerged, you really made the wait, worthwhile!” I settled into the bed, and Emily settled along with me. We wound up with her head on my chest, her fingers idly exploring my chest, and my off hand caressing her soft dark hair.

Emily’s hand wandered southward, and soon wrapped my todger up in her grasp. She began to tug, and push, stretching the loose skin of my cock back and forth, until my tumescence drew that skin tightly enough, that she was reduced to running her fingers back and forth over my throbbing length.

We kissed, as if each held the breath the other required, until she broke our clinch, breathlessly exclaiming, “You got me so hot today, fingering my butthole, that I started to wonder what your big old cock would feel like, all stretching my ass out. Wanna fuck my ass?”

I couldn’t imagine any man, at any time in history, presented with such an opportunity, hesitating for a single second before screaming, “YES! YES! Oh, Ghod, YES!”.

The fact that she asked me, in that manner, suggested that at least once in Human Experience, one man had been so intoxicated, so brain damaged, so unconscious, as to pause to contemplate such an offer.

I was not about to be That Guy. I promptly responded, “Yep, sure do! I wanna fuck that ass, and love the woman attached to it, such that she writhes in such sexual frenzy that she cannot state her own name! I wanna fill that ass up with so much jism that it runs down your leg and fills your shoe.”

I paused, taking a breath. “So, does that answer your question?”

Emily smiled back at me. “Oh, yes! When you phrase it just that way, it sounds so attractive! So, how do you want to start”

I smiled. “I suppose that, should I conduct a taste test of your pussy, you might enjoy the inspection. Then, once I have tongued you to several crashing climaxes, you might consider sucking me to a steely hardness, such that my prong might plumb your ass thoroughly, until you climax again, from the assfucking I plan on providing you, and I empty another job lot of semen into your colon. How does that plan of action sound to you, honey?”