Chapter 12: Tempus Fugit

It was the morning everything changed at Lawson’s Hotel. Beth and Horace arrived late for breakfast, with shock all over their faces. Ella rushed to them: “What’s wrong, my friends?”

Beth was unsteady, deferring to Horace. “Sit down, everyone, please, we have some news.”

“As you know, here at the hotel, time passes slowly, but it does pass. As near as we can tell, it has been more than 350 ‘days’ since my wife and I were killed on the turnpike near here.”

“In other words, a full year. Let’s show them, my dear.” Beth and Horace faced each other and held up their left hands palm-to-palm. First with Beth’s hand in front, then flipped with her hand in back.

Their hands were translucent! Each of their wedding rings showed clearly through the flesh of the other’s hand!

Ella cried out and sank into a nearby chair amid general consternation by the group.

Horace called for quiet. “Please, my friends, be at peace. Divine providence granted us a great gift of a happy life after death. It would be churlish to complain that this gift was limited. And, we have seen a terrible but beautiful future for humankind full of wonders and of love.”

“Of course, we will miss our dear friends, our guests in this miraculous hotel in the afterlife. But for us this gift is ending. Send us on our way with love. Be happy in your time together at Lawson’s.”

Beth’s voice was unsteady. “Let us all have a final embrace, and then my husband and I will spend our last hours in this world joyfully together in our bed.”

Later, Céline addressed the remaining guests.

“I know we’re all upset, but I don’t want to toss out all this food. Does anyone want their plate warmed?”

Andrew roused himself. “Sure, but I want something else warmed too, Sweetie.”

She rolled her eyes and took his dish. Just then, Beth’s erotic cries were overheard from their bedroom.

Jonah and Jean stood and carried away to the kitchen Ella’s, Céline’s, and their own plates. Still at the table, Andrew was alone with his thoughts. Beth and Horace had made such a home for them in this afterlife.

Andrew decided to put aside his sadness. Where was everybody?

Joining his friends outside, he found the orgy was just underway. To his left, Jean stood erect, and erect, with Ella’s arms around his neck and her thighs wrapped around his waist as she rapidly slid her pussy over his cock.

Jonah sprawled on the grass; his legs splayed. His eyes were shut and a blissful expression was on his face as Céline enthusiastically licked and sucked. Her hand was sliding up and down the lower half of his long slender cock. Andrew’s view from the veranda was directly up Céline’s upturned ass. He stripped and stroked himself, imagining her wetness as she worked Jonah higher and higher until he exploded in her mouth.

Céline rushed up and plastered her mouth against Jonah’s. His white come swirled between them as she writhed on top of his body.

She parked her clit on Jonah’s cock and looked back. “Andrew, mon amour, what are you waiting for? Fuck me!”

Andrew rushed over and sank to the hilt. Jonah became aware that not only was his cock wet with Céline’s pussy juices, but Andrew’s balls were slapping and dragging over the root of his not-softening cock.

Meanwhile, Andrew was taking little notice of Jonah; Céline’s pussy was urgently clasping at his cock as she progressed from climax to climax. And then, he spilled over—spurting come over her wet pussy walls.

After coming, his arms relaxed, and his body weight pressed against Céline. She was the contented meat in a manly sandwich, and all was right with the world.

Beth and Horace were watching from their window overlooking the lawn. Her pussy was dripping his come while he recharged. “Look at them, Horace, they have worked out a good arrangement together. They aren’t as shy as us, it’s keeping me wet. We have been excellent hosts. One more time, husband, before we go?”

The couple returned to the bed, arms around each other for one last love making before they faded into nothingness.