The Lost Wife

Chapter 6 (MA 18+)

ALFREDO:

                ::Bark, bark bark bark, bark bark, bark bark bark::

                “Wakey, wakey, lovey!” I jump awake to see Samantha’s smiling face seated next to me. I immediately reach out and pull her in for a hug, tears pooling in my eyes. I have been alone for so long; it is nice to have family here. I have been by Anna’s side day in and day out alone, then banished from the hospital to my home alone… I didn’t realize how much I needed some family until they were here. Samantha holds me hard on gently pats my back. She always knows how to make you feel better, it was something Anna always talked about. I release her and pull back, wiping my eyes before they can see my tears.

                Mark walks out of the kitchen and towards me, I stand and he pulls me into a bear hug, squeezing me hard. I feel more tears pooling and I fight hard to keep them from falling, but I fail. The tears run down my face. I lean my head down and put my eyes into the arm of his jacket, hoping to contain the overwhelming emotions coming forward. I feel Mark nodding and he squeezes me harder. He knows. He knows I am crying and overwhelmed. He squeezes me tighter and tighter, not letting me slip away into the darkness surrounding me. I am, at last, able to pull myself together and, when he is confident that I am okay, Mark releases me. He kisses me on the top of my head and pats my arm, such a dad thing to do. I sit back down wiping my eyes and nose, trying to hide the evidence of my emotional collapse.

                Mark and Samantha pull me off the couch and we gather at the kitchen bar to eat. They dish out the food and we fall into comfortable conversation, avoiding the stressful topics. Mark plays with the boys, so excited to see them. He runs to the foyer and opens his suitcase pulling out two medium sized bags and running back to the kitchen bar shaking the bags and wagging his butt, mimicking the excitement of the boys, which only gets them more riled up. They are jumping and spinning in circles, drool flying everywhere. Mark puts the bags on the counter and shakes his butt at the boys more, before pulling out two large rawhide bones. The boys lose it and are jumping five feet in the air, unable to contain their excitement. Mark hands one to each of them and they grab it and run away to their beds, their tails wagging so hard that they are yanking the behinds side to side as they run.

                Samantha insists on cleaning the dishes and Mark puts the leftovers away in the fridge, refusing to let me lend a hand. When the kitchen is clean, we all go into the living room and neither one of them go to sit in what they know to be “Anna’s spot.” She is nothing if not a creature of habit and she made it clear on numerous occasions that this was the best spot on the couch, hence belonged to her. I stand staring at the spot on the couch, with her blanket flung over the back, and again I feel tears begin to pool in my eyes. They are both sitting on either side of the spot, and Samantha, seeing my discomfort, pats the seat inviting me to sit there. I sit and take her blanket, wrapping it around me, just wanting to feel close to her. We put on the TV an lose ourselves in the distraction. We watch a show about a zombie working for the police, she is eating human brains to gain their memories and solve their murder. We laugh at the premise but find ourselves trapped in the story line.

                Time ticks on and it is getting late. I begin to realize that they are going to need beds to sleep in. There is the master bed, the bed in the guest room, and the pull our bed in the office. The third upstairs bedroom is the gaming room and there is a couch, but no pull out. I can’t sleep in the master. I can’t. Maybe Samantha will want to take the master, then I can take the guest room and Mark can sleep on the pull out in the office. Or maybe I can sleep in the office. Worst case I could sleep on the couch in the gaming room or this one. I decide to bring it up, hoping to push away any suspicions by acting nonchalant about it all.

                “Let me put your bags in your rooms. Mom you can take the master, and Dad, would you prefer the office or the guest room?”

                “Oh love I can’t do the stair right now with my knee, I can take the pull out in the office, as long as one of you strong men don’t mind pulling it out for me,” Samantha says batting her eyes in an over the top flirty way.

                “No problem, I can pull it out for you Mom. So, Dad, master bed it is then, I will go move your bags.” I start to stand thinking I have exacted my plan perfectly, but I don’t get far.

                “No boy, I won’t put you out of your own bed. I will take the guest bed. There is plenty of space for me and the boys to snuggle comfortably on that bed. And don’t worry about the bags or the pull out. I will take care of it all. You have had a long couple of days. Why don’t you just go get some rest. Don’t worry about us. We will make ourselves at home.”

                I sit back down, not wanting to go to our shared bed. I can’t bring myself to be in it without her. It has been a struggle to even go in there for clothes. I smile trying to hide my anxiety, “Oh, no I am not tired yet, I just didn’t want to make you stay up after the day you had. I’ll stay and hang out watching the show.” I know in an instant that neither of them is buying what I am selling, but they are both too nice to try and push the issue. We sit and watch a few more episodes and eventually everyone’s yawning. Mark is the one to announce, “Alright all, we have a long and stressful day tomorrow, we best get to sleeping if we are going to be on our game in the morning.” We both nod in agreement and stand. I help Mark pull out the bed in the office for Samantha and she kisses us both on the cheek saying good night. Mark whistles for the boys and they jump up excited leaving their new treats on their beds and run full speed upstairs ahead of him. Mark laughs and climbs the stairs with his bag while the boys run up and down the upstairs hallway waiting for his arrival. We reach the top of the stairs and Mark opens the guest room door, I hope he doesn’t notice the bed has been slept in and not made. He would know it was me, Anna would never leave a room like that for a second. But before he can even look in the boys are on the bed rolling around, hiding the evidence of the night before. He grabs me for another quick hug before going in and closing the door.

                I walk to the end of the hallway and stare at the master bedroom door. Time ticks on and I am frozen. I can’t bring myself to lift my hand and turn the knob. I can’t look at that bed without her in it. Minuet after minuet passes, for how long I don’t know. I just keep standing… Staring… I hear Mark tell the boys, “ready to go out for our nightly fresh air?” which is Mark code for “let’s go outside so I can have a cigarette.” It was now or never, I hear the boys bumping the door and I know soon they will be in the hallway seeing me in my shame standing her. I lift a heavy hand and open the door stepping inside and closing the door. The door clicks closed as I hear thudding down the stairs as the boys run to go outside like two small tornados destroying everything in their path.

                Now standing in the room I don’t know what to do. I can barely look at the bed, there is no way I will be able to sleep in it. Suddenly I come to the realization that I have not showered since the night of the anniversary party. I have been coming home, changing, feeding the boys and going right back to the hospital. I must look and smell disgusting. Tomorrow they are letting me back into Anna’s room to see her. Do I really want her to see me like this? I walk into our bathroom and turn on the light to see myself in the mirror. My hair and skin are shiny with days upon days of sweat and grease. I have stubble scattered all over my face as I can’t really grow a beard… or a goatee… or moustache… Really my facial hair looks like some kid randomly put small amount of magnetic shavings randomly all-over Wooly Willy’s face. Anna loves teasing me about my inability to grow facial hair. My eyes have dark circle and look uncharacteristically sunken in. She doesn’t remember me; this cannot be the face I show her during our first real interaction since the accident.

                I start the shower and go into the closet to grab a towel and clean underwear. I walk back into the bathroom placing the stuff on the bench seat next to the built-in vanity and walk to the sink to shave. It has been so long since I have shaved that the activity feels very foreign to my hands and face. I cut myself twice, but, overall, it is not the worse job I have ever done. I climb into the shower, the hot water beats against my skin and I feel like the stress and frustration of the last two weeks is being washed away down the drain. I place both my hands flat against the tile beneath the showerhead I allow the water to pour over my head. The ache in my chest starts to grow and I can feel the sucking black hole trying to pull me in. I shake my head flinging water side to side as I try to shake off the overwhelming sadness creeping up from within me.

                I clench my eye closed harder and try to think of something to pull me out of the chasm of darkness that is threatening to overtake me. My mind drifts from memory to memory, trying to slowly push me towards the light, when a memory comes to mind that yanks me free from the reach of the depression chasing me… The last time I was in the shower and was not alone. It was almost four weeks ago; I had come home from work exhausted and disgusting. A pipe had broken drenching me in stagnate water. My apprentice had no idea what he was doing, and the entire day was an avoidable catastrophe. I came home frustrated beyond words, feeling the grossest I have probably ever felt in my life. I stripped naked in the garage and left my clothes in the hamper that Anna leaves on the washer for me and slumped my way upstairs and right into the shower. Anna had come home and came to check on me. She called me on our drives home and she knew how bad of a day I had.

I heard someone clear their throat and I slid the glass door to look out into the bathroom. Anna was sitting on the counter with a glass of wine in her hand and a beer beside her. She took a long sip of wine and then looked at me, her eyebrow raised. I nodded and she put down her glass, picking up my beer and walking over to me. She raised the bottle to my lips and tipped it allowing me a long drink. The bottle was halfway empty by the time I was finished with my first drink. She smiled and walked over to the counter, grabbing her wine glass and walking back into our room, both drinks in hand. I closed the glass door and started washing my body, feeling calmer and more at home after seeing my wife and having a much-needed drink. I rinse my body free of the soap and grab the shampoo, lathering up my hair. I step back under the water to wash out the shampoo when I heard the glass door sliding. I stand letting the water wash over me, palms against the wall under the showerhead, when I feel hands slide across my sides towards my stomach. Anna intertwines her fingers against my stomach and pulls herself into me. I feel her cool skin against my back. Her breasts pressed flat against me and her forehead resting on the back of my neck. I slide my hand down my chest and rest it on top of hers. We stand under the water together just holding each other.

I feel her release her fingers, slide her hands up my chest gripping my shoulders. Her head moves from my neck, moving across the top of my back planting small sweet kisses as she goes. I lean my head back and she nuzzles her head against it. I turn around and wrap her in my arms, we two step together as we trade places so that she is now under the water. We stand holding each other as the water washes over her body. I release her, grabbing the body wash squirting the gel into my hand. I place the bottle back on the shelf and rub my hands together distributing the soap before reaching out placing my on her stomach. Anna lets a small giggle escape from her lips, I grin at her amused by the sound. I rub my hands against her stomach washing her skin before allowing my hands to travel north. My hands slide up and on to her breast. I rub the soap, spreading it across her breasts, kneading them as I clean. I bite the side of my lip, something Anna says I always do when I play with her breasts. I give up the pretense of helping wash her and just begin to play with her breasts, tugging lightly on her n*****s, squeezing and massaging her perfect breasts. A small moan escapes her lips. It is more than I can take, I pull her in and kiss her passionately.

She returns my kiss and pulls me in more deepening the kiss as the water washes over us, removing the traces of soap from her body. She bites my lower lip, tugging lightly. She releases my lip and I take the opportunity to bend down and kiss her neck. I kiss her neck from her earlobe down to her collar bone before working my way back up. My kisses start to turn into little nibbles as I grazer her flesh with my teeth, causing her to arch her back pushing herself into me. I wrap my arms around her pulling her in to me as I continue my assault on her body. My grazes turn into bites, my teeth pinching small amounts of her of flesh. Her head rolls side to side allowing me access to her neck and shoulders as I work my magic on her. I lift her slightly and turn us in a circle before walking her to the wall on the opposite side of the shower. Once she is backed against the wall, I begin to lower the focus of my attach. My mouth moves from her neck slowly south, kissing, licking and biting as I go. Once I reach my target, I look up at her to see her looking down at me, her blue eyes ablaze with desire. I lift an eyebrow at her devilishly, and take her n****e into my mouth, softly biting it between my teeth. She arches her back again pushing her lower body towards me. I continue to suck on her n****e, feeling her body shiver against me. I finally set her n****e free and a groan escape her mouth.

Being equal opportunity, I turn my attention to her other n****e and lightly flick my tongue against the hardened peak. She quakes with arousal and arches again. I know what it is she wants, and I am only too happy to oblige. I continue my work on her n****e as I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh approaching her wet hot center. As my hand gets closer her body shivers more, her back arching and pushing her center towards me. I reach the apex of her thighs and stop, knowing what it will do to her. “No, please. Please baby, don’t stop,” Anna pants and she collapses back against the wall. “Tell me what you want baby,” I say, playing dumb. She thrusts her hands into my hair and pulls my mouth harder into her breast, “You,” she breathes, so soft and prayer like. I turn my mouth again onto her other n****e as I slide my finger inside her. The moisture of her arousal is practically dripping from her body. I slowly pull my fingers out before pushing them in again hard and fast. She cries out and grinds herself against my hand. I know she wants it now; she is anxious for release. I push my fingers into her again, this time I grind my palm against her hard. She grinds against my hand as I work, he breath quickening. I move up to her neck again and bit right above her collar bone and I feel her find he release against my hand.

She is panting and shaking against me, I struggle to hold her upright as she spirals in her pleasure. I feel her steady herself on her feet and I rise up to meet her, kissing her passionately again, her fingers still in my hair she pulls me tight into her kissing me hard, sliding her tongue into my mouth, teasing my tongue with light flicks and grazes. She turns me around and pushes me against the wall. She breaks our kiss looking into my eyes, the look on her face says it is payback time. I close my eyes as she kisses my neck, nibbling as she moves. Slowly making her way down my chest, then to my stomach. Before I know it, I open my eyes to see her on her knee in front of me, face to face with my manhood. She looks up at me and lifts her eyebrow devilishly, mimicking my earlier behavior and I know she is not playing around.

She reaches up and gently cups my hanging jewels, kneading them and tugging lightly. The pleasure is too much causing me to close my eyes and lean against the wall. I feel her other hand grasp the base of my manhood and wiggle. I know what she is going to do and the anticipation is almost enough to cause my release. My breathing increases as I anxiously await my fate. She doesn’t make me wait long as soon I feel her warm lips kiss the tip of my length. She kisses it lightly a few times, her warm skin tickles the nerves and instinctively my hips push forward. I hear her naughty giggle escape her and it makes my entire manhood throb. She kisses the very tip and this time she allows it to slide into her mouth, taking in the entire head. She sucks hard and pulls back making a pop sound reminiscent of a lollypop. I shiver at the feeling. I feel her use the base to lift my length upward, and, starting at the base, she drags her tongue up the underside towards the tip. Reaching the tip, she pushes me into her mouth again. This time she sucks hard, rocking her head back and forth twirling her tongue around the base of the head each time she rocks back. I groan loudly, she knows what she is doing to me and I can feel the smile spread across her face.

She slides me out of her mouth stopping just at the base of the tip, her tongue twirling along the edge before she slides her tongue along the slit at the end. Again, it is more than I can take, my hips buck forward. She slides me into her mouth again going further down, then sucking hard pulls back again to the edge of the head before releasing her suction and sliding me into her mouth further, then sucking hard again pulls back. She does it again and again, each time moving further and further down my length until she has taken all of me into her mouth and I feel the tip of my length at the back of her throat. Once she has my entire length, she continues taking in all of me increasing her speed. He hands hold my hips back against the wall preventing me from moving, stopping me from being able to thrust my hips as I am instinctively attempting to do. She has no mercy, her head moving faster and faster, sucking hard on my length. I can’t hold back any longer. I cry out, “Anna, I’m going to come.” She moans and the feeling of her throat vibrating against the tip of my length is my undoing and I pour myself out into her. I feel my manhood tense again and again as wave after wave of my release springs free. She takes each serving, allowing it to slide down her throat.

I am barely able to stand, leaning against the wall for support. Anna stands up and grins an evil grin, pecks me on the lips and begins washing her hair. I am plastered to the wall unable to move. She finishes washing her body and pulls me off the wall and under the water with her, rinsing me one more time before turning off the water and opening the glass door. We step out and wrap ourselves in our towels. She pulls me into the bedroom and turns on the TV. We both walk to the closet and dress in our pajamas, then return to the bed. She hands me my beer and climbs onto her side with her wine, snuggling up against me as if nothing had happened…