Chapter 2: Chrysalis

In which our hero and heroine discover each other, although they have been married for years. The metamorphic stage involves many changes in the metabolism of the hosts.

00.13 Saturday 3rd July 2004

It's past midnight. I've left Celia sleeping. I should not be here but I just have to record this or burst.

Celia has been great. I never thought I would say it, but she really cares for me. I left my computer and carried the cold hard body of my poor little Ariel up to our bedroom with tears streaming down my face. Celia was getting ready to go to bed, looked up, and she just took me in her arms. God knows what she made of my garbled story. I just wanted to let it out. I wasn't interested in explaining things, and how I could have if I had tried? She just held me and let me ramble. I think she got something about a close friend dying, and leaving this glass statuette, and having to eat it. She sensibly ignored the rest. How long was I in that state? I can't remember, I just hope for Celia's sake it was shorter than it seemed.

As my sobs and shaking died down she tapped the statue, still in my hands. "It's like one big boiled sweet." she observed. I stared, not understanding. She licked the finger she had used to touch it. "Mmmm. Mint. It is a bit big, though, for just the two of us" And before I could do anything intelligent she took the body out of my nerveless fingers, and snapped it in two, across her knee.

"Wow, it's really good" she said, sucking the head. I stared, stunned. "Here, try it" she continued, and offered the feet up to my lips. On auto pilot my mouth opened and she pushed it in. She was right. The most incredible fizzy mint flavour hit me as the feet of the statue started to dissolve in my mouth.

"Urgh" I jerked it out. What was I doing?

Celia was sucking the shoulders of the other half as my tongue took another lick. A refreshing wave of indescribable flavours washed over me. Seashores, pine forests and ice cold mint juleps flooded through my mouth. She was licking the breasts of her half, slurping with enjoyment, and suddenly I could hear, or was it feel, the tinkling buzz of familiar laughter at the sight of my prissy wife's pink tongue eagerly washing over the naked front of the little statuette. I looked around dazed - I must have been imagining things - but continued sucking. Celia suddenly stared at me, and slowed down, blushing. I realised I was now holding onto what was left of the thighs, and I was making as much noise as her, as I pumped the tiny round glassy buttocks in and out of my mouth. I hastily removed my tongue from between the legs. And then, as if it had never been, it was all gone, leaving only... the taste of snow remembered on a summer's day; the haunting fragrance of a beautiful woman after she has left the room.

"Wow" said Celia, "That was refreshing." I stared at her to make sure she was not being sarcastic. No - she wouldn't know how. "It's made me feel all... " She looked at me again, as if she had never seen me before. Her eyes got bigger or she moved closer. And closer. And then her lips met mine.

I just sat still as she kissed me. You have to understand, Celia never kisses me. Well, no, I suppose on birthdays and so on, I get a peck on the cheek, but these days she never KISSES me. In fact she never kissed like that, even in the beginning.

She was softly feeling my lips with hers as if trying to memorise them. And then her little tongue started teasing, trying to get into my mouth. God, the few times I had tried that, she had spat me out. I woke up and started responding. "Mmmm. Be nice to that sweet tongue" I thought. "Invite it in." I gently caressed it with mine and in seconds it was reaching for my tonsils. It was heaven, but after a week or so I extricated our different parts and pulled us apart.

"Hey where did that come from?" I asked gently, hardly daring to speak in case I broke the spell that had taken over my wife. She looked down at my chest, blushing again.

"I just felt..." she started. "Look, couldn't we... I mean, if you wanted to, I don't mind if... you know." and she glanced down at the bed. Well, we were sitting on it already, but it was THAT sort of a glance. I could not believe it.

"But it's only Friday," I started before better sense took over.

She giggled. (Celia? Giggling?!!) "Shush. We could pretend it was Saturday night. I won't tell if you won't." She lifted up her arms to strip off her nighty, and holding one arm coyly over her breasts, lay back on the bed. "Go on. Turn the light off." I did not need to be told twice, and in no time I was stripped off, and on hands and knees over her. Normally I would just have pushed in there, but the memory of that kiss was irresistible. I gently covered her soft body with mine, feeling the smooth warmth of her skin in as many places at once as I could. I reached for her lips and started kissing and sucking them. Wow, she just was so... naked... the feel of skin on skin, everywhere at once. I realised that tonight I could touch her where ever I wanted, do anything, it was all possible.

So instead, I asked, softly, "What would you like me to do?"

"Ohh, sweetheart, that's lovely, just more of that" she murmured against my mouth, and writhed deliciously under me. "I love the feel of you on me. Are you going to put it in me now?" (This was Celia! What happened to the embarrassed "no talking" bit?)

"You bet." I whispered, and sure enough it slipped in with a sigh from both of us. Wow, was she slick, she was really ready for it! I started pumping the old in out rhythm but then had a thought. "How do you want me to go? Is this good?"

"Weellll, you could... how about... more like this?" and then she kissed me again. She kissed me with a straight tongue going straight into the middle of my surprised mouth. Suddenly I got it. Her "tongue" slipped in and out, teasing, much more slowly than in my rhythm. Then it sensuously pushed up and down, stroking the roof and floor, and then side to side, pushing out my cheeks, and then up the middle again. Some lesson. She unkissed me and blew in my ear. "Your turn" she whispered.

I gently nibbled her nose, and molded my body to hers, (mmm, the feeling of skins rubbing together, ) and pulled myself almost right out. "Start again," I thought to myself, and slowly eased back in, this time feeling every bit of the way. Gorgeous. Then, copying her pace, I tenderly explored the inside of her warm slippery pussy with my cock, relishing every stroke. Now that I wasn't bashing it around, it felt as stiff as a stick. All the old fears of finishing too soon, or even worse, of losing interest and going soft, became ridiculous. This rod was here to stay, for as long as it took, and I could do whatever we wanted with it.

Her soft eager whispers egged me on. "oh, yes, that's good... oh, more there... mmmm... again, do that again... " This felt so good, I could just do it for ever, and best of all, I had a partner, we were doing it together, she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her.

No. Not fucking. Now I realise what we were doing. It's called making love. And we did it for what seemed like hours, but I suppose was only thirty or forty minutes. As we moved, clinging together, in touch on every available surface, the pressure, the heat, the buzz, built and built until I suddenly realised that in fact we were not going to do this for ever, but that, gloriously we were going to finish it, and that something amazing was hanging over us. "Can you feel it, it's coming" I hissed into her ear.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes" She replied convulsing "Yes, YES, YEEEEEEEEESS!!"

I can't write it down. There are no words.

Simultaneous orgasm is apparently not that unusual, although to two people who were not even aware of the possibility it came as a bit of a surprise. Especially if you didn't know that a climax could involve your brain frying, and your soul melting, and your body fusing with hers.

I am going to stop typing now. It is 1.30 am, and the room is dark and silent and getting cold. I know that if I slip back into bed, and I am very quiet and very gentle, those arms are going to welcome me back, and if I play my cards right - frankly even if I don't play my cards right - well, we will see.

09.17 Saturday 3rd July 2004

In fact, when I got back to bed we did not go for another round. She was fast asleep, and looked so vulnerable, so precious, I could not bring myself to wake her even to satisfy my hungry cock. She was facing me as I slipped under the covers, and she just snuggled up to my front like a kitten to her mother cat. Each breath she exhaled into my face, I breathed in as if it were precious, feeling that I was stealing something. It was warm but flavoured strangely of pine needles and mint. I fell asleep dreaming of flowers.

We had changed positions by the time I woke. Wonderfully, we were now spooning, with my left arm under her and my left hand covering her boob. I lay there for a minute, breathing in time with her, smelling the back of her neck. I gingerly traced the outline of the area around the nipple... It began to stiffen and she stirred slightly but continued with the slow steady sighing of sleep. How far could I push this before she woke up, I wondered?

I gently rested my right hand on her flank and slid it over the silky softness of her skin. Her right knee was pulled up and the curve of her buttock felt so smooth and warm under my hand. She just murmured in her sleep and pushed her back into me even more, my stiff prick lined up along her spine. So slowly, so carefully, I explored her ass cheeks, the back of her right leg, and the inside of her left thigh. Oh, God, her pussy lips were protruding swollen and hot in the gap between her cheeks and her legs. Really, really carefully I slid the side of one finger along the edges of her lips, and suddenly they were slick and slippery. And then, before I could stop, the tip of that finger was between her soft folds. I froze, motionless, and listened. Her breathing was shallow, and getting a little faster, but she was still asleep. Not daring to think I would get away with it, I pulled back from her enough to push my cock down and let it spring up so it rested against her succulent wet pussy. Whoops... she was moving...

"Ahhh" she moaned, and her arm flew over and clipped my head. "Oh... what... " she muttered, confused. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, I was having such a dream. It was... oh! Oh, sweetheart, it was you! No, don't stop, don't you dare... mmmm... just there... now a little push... no, a bit more, yes that's it... oh yes!" And we were joined, "T" shaped with her on her side and her knees drawn up and me plugged in from behind stroking and caressing her hips, her waist, even reaching around to tug her nipples... I didn't even know it was possible like this. I could only rock on my hip but it felt like more action than I ever got pumping away in the old style.

My cock just seemed to swell and grow inside her of its own accord, while she somehow moved and slid things around it. God, just by swinging her knee up she... how did she do that! I slid my hand over her gorgeous ass and traced patterns on the sensitive surfaces of the insides of her bottom and thighs. My fingers found the little tight rosebud between her cheeks. The area was all slick with the juice leaking from her pussy. She froze, not breathing as I gently explored the opening, and then (anything was possible now) I dared to push the tip of my forefinger in. Her breath expelled in release, and then she was panting hard. Reckless now, I pushed it in to the next knuckle and gently explored. It was SO dirty to be feeling the inside of one part of her, while my cock was in the other. And she loved it! The way she was groaning was a turn on in itself.