How many lies have been spoken?
By NavyRigger - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
The next morning I awoke, Kurt nowhere to be found. I found a sticky note on the coffee maker in Kurt’s handwriting. He explained that he had the best night of his life last night, but had woken up late and rushed out the door. He wanted to wake me but apparently, I looked so peaceful and satisfied that he didn’t have the heart to wake me. I’d like to say I spent the day doing something sexy waiting for him to come home, but my insides were so sore from the night before that I decided to binge watch some shows on Netflix and just relax.
As the garage door opened, I stripped down and waited by the garage door for him to walk in. At the last second, I decided to hop up on the counter, and greet him with my legs spread and waiting for him. His face, as he walked in the door, was completely worth it. He dropped the bags in his hand and rushed over to me, kissing me lovingly. I was utterly surprised when I felt him pressing his tip against my opening. I looked down to see his cock stuck out from between the zipper of his pants.
“I’m sorry baby, but I need this right now,” he said as he slipped inside of me.
“Babe, don’t be sorry. If you need it, please don’t hesitate. Just be gentle, I am still sore from last night.”
He leaned back on the counter and made long, deep strokes in and out of me. His face looked pained and desperate as he thrust in and out of me. I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I flexed my vaginal muscles and was rewarded by a shuddering moan from him. In less than a minute he yelled out as he released himself deep inside of me. I bit my lip as a pleasant, hot, sticky, and familiar feeling filled my insides again. I looked up at Kurt and expected a look of satisfaction as he came inside of me, but what I saw was a look of relief.
“Bad day,” I asked, thinking of what could make him so desperate to cum as soon as he got home.
He shook his head, "No, today was fine. Problem was that last night was so amazingly hot, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. By the time I was ready to leave work, I had blue balls so bad I could barely walk. I hate that I just came home and used you like that, but I needed to cum.”
I sat up and put a hand on his cheek, pulling his face to mine, “Don’t be sorry Babe. I am more than happy to make you cum anytime you need me to. Besides, I love the way you make me feel after filling me with a nice big load. By the feel of it, you’ve been pretty worked up all day, and this was an exceptionally big load. I love it.”
“Damn I love you so much, Riza,” Kurt said as he leaned forward and kissed me slowly.
“I love you too,” my eyes glanced on the bags behind him, “What’s in the bag?”
“I went out for lunch and picked up a few things for you for tonight,” he said as he rummaged around in the bag after tucking his cock back into his pants.
I watched as he pulled out a black dress, a pair of black stilettos, and some black lacy panties.
“Hurry up and get dressed or we will be late,” he quipped.
“Late for what? What’s going on tonight,” I asked as I slipped the dress on.
"I’ll tell you when we get in the car,” he pointed to my thighs as I stepped into the panties, “Do you want something to clean up down there before putting those on?”
I held his chin and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “And risk some of that high-quality Kurt cum from leaking out? I don’t think so. I want this pair to be soaked with your cum all night.”
Kurt shrugged his shoulders and handed me the stilettos. Much to my amazement, everything fit quite well. The black dress was a little tighter than I would have chosen, but Kurt probably did that on purpose.
“What about make-up,” I asked, feeling odd getting all dressed up but not wearing make-up.
"You don’t need it, love,” he said with a sweet smile and a kiss, “Now hurry or we will miss the reservation.”
I hopped in the front seat of the car, already feeling Kurt’s seed leaking from between my folds and starting to soak my fabric of the panties. Half an hour later, we pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant, sushi by the looks of it.
“Kurt, table for two,” he said to the greeter.
The young greeter checked the list, grabbed the menus, and glanced at me, and smiled before she motioned for us to follow. We were seated at a table next to a relaxing pool with a small waterfall and Koi fish swimming around in it. I looked around at other well-dressed couples and realized that they were dressed much classier than I was. A waiter came to the table and offered some wine. Kurt nodded and the waiter poured it into our glasses.
“Kurt, I don’t think I am dressed well enough for this place,” I said as I took a sip of the wine that the waiter had poured for us.
“Nonsense, Riza, if anything you are making other customers uncomfortable because they are realizing the same thing I already know.”
“Oh really,” I said sarcastically, “And what would that be?”
“That you’re the most beautiful woman in the room right now,” he said as he glanced up from the menu and winked at me.
Oh, my heart! I had to fan my face with my hand as I fought back emotional tears. Kurt’s thumb rubbed the back of my hand as he held it, the whole time we sat at the table. We order a few rolls of sushi and started to talk about our past. He asked how Ronny and I met, I asked what made him fall in love with me. He told me he fell in love with me because I was the only woman he’s ever met who can look into his eyes and touch his soul. That I was the only woman who he has ever made the fireworks of love go off in his chest. He knew when he first met me that his life would never be the same ever again, and that coming over to help me with the attic was the best decision he had ever made.
The sushi arrived and we enjoyed the meal. I can understand why the place was so fancy. The sushi was exquisite. Every bite was a medley of flavors and textures that melted in your mouth. After we finished eating, the waiter collected the plates and offered us the check. Kurt gave the waiter his card and left a $50 tip on the table while he and I somehow found ourselves on the topic of baby names. As we walked hand in hand back out to the car, we were still discussing baby names. Like a true gentleman, he opened my door and helped me into the car. I closed my eyes and relished the moment of being wined and dined for the first time in years. Kurt sat in the driver’s seat and turned the car on. As he backed out of the parking space, my phone rang. Ronny was calling me. I flashed the caller ID to Kurt and he motioned, zipping his lips.
The phone clicked as I answered it, “Hey Dear, how’s the project going?”
“Slow but steady progress. How’s your mom? You guys driving somewhere?”
I panicked for a moment, “Yeah, Mama and I are driving back from the store. I helped her with groceries. You know how her wrist is after that fall last year.”
“I wanted to call and remind you that according to my ovulation app, it’s time to take another pregnancy test,” Ronny said in a snide tone.
I rolled my eyes in disgust, “I took one this morning, and no.”
The conversation continued. Typical boring couples stuff. Talking about things to be done around the house. Did this bill get paid, did that bill get paid, and so on. We almost got home before I managed to get Ronny to wrap up the conversation.
Ronny sighed, “Well Dear, I gotta get off the phone and plug it in before bed. Tell your, mom, I said hi.”
“Will do, Dear.”
“Oh, speaking of your mom. How’s that aunt of yours doing? The one that you are gonna get that $300,000 from when you finally get pregnant,” Ronny slipped in at the last minute.
Kurt’s face snapped towards me and he glared at me with surprise.
"She’s good, just got back from the Caymans last I heard,” I said into the phone, watching Kurt’s knuckles turn white as he gripped the steering wheel, “I’ll talk to you later dear, love you.”
“Love you too.”
Click. Kurt cleared his throat, and it felt like my heart stopped beating.
“I can explain,” I quickly said before he could say anything.
“That would be a good idea.”
“My aunt invested in Apple and Microsoft back when they first started, and well, she’s loaded,” I started, speaking way faster than I wanted to, “But she can’t have kids after a car accident when she was a teenager. I am an only child, so my aunt has promised me 300,000 dollars for when I get pregnant, so I can properly start my new family off right.”
My heart sank. Even in the evening darkness of the car as we turned onto our street, I could see how red Kurt’s face was. He shook his head in disgust.
“Do you even really love me,” he barked.
"Of course I love you! Kurt! Why would you say something like that,” I could feel my heart starting to tear.
"Yeah, you love me, right up until you get pregnant, and then you and Ronny disappear with your aunt’s baby-making money and I never see you again,” he said, his voice almost a growl.
“I don’t want the money! I want you! Only you Kurt!,” I said as my chest started to feel heavy and nausea flared in the pit of my stomach, “She can keep the money if it means I get to be with you."
"Right, okay," he said with fury in his voice, "You're going to give up $300,000 for me. No way I am believing that lie, Riza. Tell me another one."
"Kurt! Please, I wouldn't lie about that! I love you, Kurt!" I screamed.
"Yeah, like I am supposed to believe that after you just effortlessly lied your ass off to Ronny," he shouted.
I watched a single tear roll down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away. I don't know what hurt worse, the fact he didn't believe me or the fact that he thinks I was that vile of a person to do that to him. I could barely breathe as fear gripped me. I sobbed, hard, as I gripped his hand.
"Kurt, please believe me!" I screamed as my body went numb, "I love you, please believe me!"
The car came to a stop at the corner of our street. Kurt reached over and shoved open my door.
"Oh, I believe alright. I believe it's time for you to get out of my fucking car. Can't have the neighborhood seeing me for the fool that I am, thinking the woman I've loved for years was just using me as a sperm donor for baby-making inheritance money," he said as he looked forward.
He couldn't even look at me and I couldn't let go of his arm.
"Baby, please, I am begging you! I love you, don't do this!" I sobbed uncontrollably.
"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING CAR YOU LYING BITCH!" Kurt barked with such ferocity it made me jump in fear.
My whole body shook as I stepped out of the car. I turned around and tried one more time to beg him to stop this.
"Baby, I love you. I will call Ronny right now and tell him things are over if that's what it takes!" I screamed at the top of my lungs through the door.
Kurt had a white knuckle grip with both hands on the steering wheel, and I watched as he took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. For a moment, there was a flash of hope as I watched his tension ebb away a little. For a moment, my heart began to beat again. For a moment, I thought Kurt had changed his mind. Slowly, Kurt's eyes turned to me and the look in his eyes, the burning fury in those once soft and deep brown eyes, burned all semblance of hope I had away.
"Fool me once," was all he said before the engine revved up the tires squealed as he sped down the street.
Any strength I had left in me died away as soon as he took off. I collapsed to my knees in the street as tears poured from my eyes. My heart hurt, physically hurt. I wanted to throw up. I couldn't stop shaking. I closed my eyes and sobbed harder than I've ever sobbed before.
With the last bit of strength I had, I screamed at the top of my lungs in emotional pain, trying to keep the setting darkness of night at bay before the same darkness of depression consumed me.
Pain, nothing but pain, filled my psyche for the past three days. I sped off, leaving Riza on the street corner sobbing uncontrollably, my chest burning with rage and fury. I was mad at her, but not nearly as mad as I was at myself for being a fool and believing that someone as wonderful and amazing as Riza would ever take an honest interest in me. Like a love-struck boy, I played right into her ploy, blinded by my love, desire, and lust for her. She played me like a fiddle, talking about how horrible her husband was, how she had loved me for years, and a while... I believed every single word she had said. Every fucking word. I just assumed she had a breeding or creampie fetish when she told me she wanted a baby with me. Something I was all too willing to give her as her lover. However, I would not be some kind of sperm donor so she could get rich.
I was so fucking pissed when I pulled into the driveway. I was trembling with rage, so much so that it took me a few tries to finally get the key into the lock. It was late, so I decided to take a hot shower to clear my mind off all the things I had heard. When I finished and got out, I wiped away the steam from the mirror and looked at myself. Stupidly, I let my emotions get the best of me as my fury flared again and I punched the mirror. Pieces of the mirror splintered and crashed into smaller splinters in the bowl of my sink, just like my heart was shattered into splinters. I gripped the edge of the sink as fresh red blood dripped from fresh gashes in my knuckles. Even the pain of the gashes on my knuckles paled in comparison to the sickening, white-hot pain in my chest. No matter how hard I mentally and physically willed myself, I could not stop the trembling.
Fifteen minutes, several cotton swabs of peroxide, and a gauze wrap later, I stood at the foot of my bed. I have no idea how long I stood there, could have been seconds, could have been minutes, but I couldn't take my eyes away from the wrinkled and crumpled sheets where she had laid only this morning. My eyes burned, a combination of tears and exhaustion.
Reluctantly, I rubbed the burning from my eyes and just laid in the bed. I pulled the comforter up to my chest and tried to sleep. I rolled to my side, not feeling comfortable on my back. For a moment, there was peace and silence in my life. It was a brief moment, almost a blink, but it was there. As I took a deep breath through my nose, all of my anger and frustration ebbed away. The sweet-smelling scent of Riza was still on the sheet and comforter, combined with her strawberry scented shampoo on the pillow she had slept on. That was all it took to strip me of my anger, leaving nothing but the pain, heartbreak, and the ache of loneliness behind as the darkness of my bedroom seemed to grow darker. On top of it all, there was the bitter sting of betrayal to process. I cried. I cried harder than I had ever cried in my life as I buried my face in her pillow, screaming at the top of my lungs trying to make the pain go away.
Three days, for three whole days I barely came out of my room. I called into work, claiming a stomach bug. In reality, my stomach was in knots and nauseous from a severe case of heartbreak. Part of me wished I could go back to the days before she and I had gotten involved romantically, back when she was the beautiful, exotic, and sweet wife of my best friend who lived across the street. By the second day, I had to force myself downstairs to eat something. Yet when I opened the pantry, everything inside just seemed so unappealing. I ended up settling for some water and saltine crackers. I had already eaten two and was starting to nibble on a third, but decided to stop before crawling back into the bed. My stomach was hurting, my heart was hurting, everything was hurting. Every part of me was in pain. I was desperate to move past this and go back to my normal life.
Like salt in a wound, I had a constant reminder of my mistake. Riza relentlessly texting and calling me, leaving voicemail after voicemail of her crying and begging me to give her a chance to explain things. In some messages, she was sobbing so hard I couldn't even understand her. I wanted to believe her. God knows I wanted to believe her, that everything we had done together had meant something. I just couldn't get over the feeling that she was hiding something from me. Knowing my luck, it was some sick erotic joke between her and Ronny, and I was the punch line. I just didn't have the strength to get my hopes up and have my heart broken again.
On the third day, the texts and phone calls just stopped. Part of me was relieved, yet another part was wishing she'd just send one more. Just one more message asking me to hear her out, to give her a chance to make it all make sense. I wasn't ready to make myself vulnerable just yet though. I wanted her to come over and explain everything and make the madness go away. To heal all the pain and make me whole again, yet I dare not get my hopes up because Riza and I were already walking on thin ice together. We were already having an affair in the middle of a nosy neighbor, where the gossip tends to travel at the speed of light. I wasn't ready to be the center of that gossip, to have everyone look at me like I was the villain in their favorite Disney story. To be seen as the man that tore a marriage apart. Yet all my thoughts raced back to Riza. Why had she stopped her messages now? Had she already given up?
On the fourth day, I picked up the phone after not receiving anything from Riza in the past 24 hours. As I stared at the screen and thought of what I would say. I went to type my message, but my fingers shook uncontrollably. I set the phone down and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before my heart leaped out of my chest. I picked up the phone and tried again, yet my hands still shook uncontrollably. Flexing my hand and knuckles, I let the sting of the still-fresh cuts under the layers of gauze focus my mind and attention back to what I was intending to do. As I picked up the phone a third time, I tried to type out a message to Riza. This time my hands shook so bad that the phone fell from my grasp and crashed onto the floor. Defeated, I laid back onto the bed and resorted to staring at the ceiling for the next hour or so. Contemplating the outcome of what her reply would have been, had I managed to successfully type the message.
On the fifth day, I felt better, more myself, more in control. I woke up, turned on the coffee maker, and pulled a bagel from the fridge. Sitting at my computer, I managed to take a few bites of my bagel and even to check my fantasy football scores. Other than feeling a bit warm, the pain wasn't as bad. It was still there, along with the ever-present stinging of her betrayal. Around nine, I received a text from my boss checking in on me to see how I was feeling. I was surprised to learn that my hands had stopped shaking and I was able to reply. A wisp of confidence filled me as I texted my boss, telling him I would be back in the office on Monday morning. I then thanked him for checking in on me. I put the phone down, I finally finished my cup of coffee and my bagel. I then decided I needed to take a shower to have the warm water calm my mind because all I could think about was her. I missed her, needed her, and wanted her. She was everything to me, but I hated her. I hated how I felt and how she made my mind conflicted. As I stood there, letting the water envelop me, I couldn't help but miss her. A part of me needed her, I needed those lips, those eyes, her body. How was I supposed to move on? Go back to what life was before that day we fucked for the first time? As thoughts of her raced through my mind I couldn't help the erection I was having. My dick wanted her so bad too. It wanted that tight little pussy of hers. It needed her like a diabetic needs insulin. Yet the memory of that day flashed in my mind changed everything. I was done. I was done feeling this way. It was OVER!
Around lunchtime, I decided to open up Riza's previous messages. As I started to type out a new message. Letting her know that it was over, that I was done. Yet before I could send my message, a new message from her had popped up. It read...
Kurt, my love, I know you are probably still mad at me. I swear to you that if you just give me a chance to explain, everything will make sense. I do LOVE YOU. You might not believe me when I say that, but I promise you that I do. I love you with all of my heart. If you love me even as half as much as you said you did, please, please, please, give me a chance to explain. I am begging you. I want what you want. I want a baby with you and for us to become a family. I want you Kurt, only you.
Minutes passed as I stared at the message on my phone. One chance, that is all she was asking for. Just one chance to make things right. I supposed if she truly was trying to con me into being a sperm donor, she would have given up days ago after she realized the jig was up. The fact that she was reaching out to me, asking for a chance to explain, begging me to hear her out. It made me think, maybe she did indeed love me. Maybe what we had actually meant something to her. Maybe she did care enough to reveal what I know she was hiding from me. Maybe I should give her a chance. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding. My fingers tapped the screen as I started typing out the message.
One chance Riza, one chance. That is it. If I don't like what you have to say, you leave and never contact me ever again. Understood?
I watched as the message went from delivered, to read status. At first, the three dots in the bottom left appeared, and then just vanished. I watched, anxiously awaiting for those three dots to reappear, or a message to come through. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. For a moment, I had images in my head of her screenshotting the messages and sending them to Ronny as they both shared a good laugh. A knock at my door made me jump, and my heart skipped a beat. Reluctantly, I carried myself downstairs somehow, irritated that someone was bothering me at this exact moment. As I turned the door handle, I remembered I was shirtless and wearing nothing but a grey pair of sweats. Cracking the door, I peeked my head out, I realized it was Riza at my door. My heart started to race. My whole body wanted and needed to feel her touch, feel her caress, to feel every inch of her. She still lit a fire in my chest, still made my stomach flutter like a horny teenager seeing his first love. I had to admit I still loved her. I needed her so bad.
"Hey," she said with a quivering voice, breaking my thought and returning me to reality.
Her green eyes were red and puffy. Her beautiful face was blotchy. She had been crying and crying hard. My heart hurt, knowing that she was crying because of me. I could see that if she had to stand there any longer that she might break. She stood with her arms crossed holding a piece of paper in hand. She wiped the corner of one of her eyes, where I knew a tear had settled.
I opened the door the rest of the way and motioned for her to come in. I poured myself another cup of coffee and sat on the couch, leaving a healthy distance between me and her. As I brought the coffee mug to my lips and took a sip, I suddenly felt very lightheaded. I closed my eyes and tried to get the room to stop spinning. After a moment, the sensation passed, and I looked at Riza. Her face was as beautiful as ever, but her eyes told a different story. She looked worried, concerned, maybe even a little bit scared.
"Kurt, are you ok?" she asked softly.
I glared at her, the idiocracy of her question after what she put me through seeming almost malicious and rhetorical.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said sharply, "What's with the paper?"
"Proof that what I am about to tell you is true," she said, as she handed me the paper, "See for yourself."
I took the paper from her. At first glance, it was some kind of medical bill. I tried to look closer but the lightheadedness returned with a vengeance and the ink on the paper seemed to blur together. I roughly rubbed my eyes to get them to focus again. No luck. I leaned forward to set the coffee mug on the table before I spilled it when I felt her arm on my shoulder. I turned my head to look at her and couldn't even make out her face. The last thing I remember was her screaming my name before the inevitable darkness consumed me.
"KURT!"
"Kurt!" A voice said as I snapped awake.
"Huh? What? What's wrong?" I said as momentary panic gripped me.
Riza caressed my cheek gently to calm me, "Relax babe, nothing is wrong. I just wanted you to come and see something."
Riza was smiling down at me as she sat next to me on the couch. She looked genuinely happy like she didn't have a care in the world holding her back. A black summer dress adorned with a red rose pattern hugged her curves and complimented her figure quite well. I realized that her breasts were noticeably larger than I had remembered. As her green eyes sparkled in the afternoon sunlight that filled the living room, I could help but admire how stunning she looked.
Her hand gripped mine as I rose from the couch. Looking around, I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of what was going on.
"What's up?" I asked groggily.
"Well after last night, you were so tired and exhausted that I just didn't have the heart to wake you. You and her snuggled up together was just so adorable, it almost brought me to tears," Riza said softly.
"Her?" I said, confused.
"Poor baby. You were so tired last night you don't even remember passing out on the couch last night with her in your arms, do you?" Riza said as she kissed me sweetly on the cheek. "Come on sleepyhead, you have to come and see this."
I groaned as I rose from the couch. Riza walked me down the hallway towards the spare bedroom of my house. We stopped at the doorway as Riza nuzzled into me, and I wrapped my arms around her. It felt so good to hold her again. Feel her warmth against me, the smell of shampoo in her hair, and feel her touch on my skin.
I looked into the room, adorned with all kinds of cartoonish animals and pink. So. Much. Pink. Pink curtains, pink lampshades, pink chairs, pink elephants, pink giraffes, pink bears, and pink bunnies. In the middle of it all, a single wooden baby crib painted in white. Inside of the baby crib was a tiny infant, with her little hair in a bow, sucking her little thumb. She laid on her side, hugging a pink fluffy bunny half her size that laid under her arm as it played a soothing lullaby.
"Look how beautiful she is, Kurt," said Riza as she laid her head back and rested it on my shoulder. "We really did make an adorable baby together."
"She gets her looks from her momma," I said as I swayed from side to side with Riza in my arms.
"Maybe, but those brown eyes are all from you," she said as she pulled my arms tighter around her and sighed deeply. "Oh, and your dimples. Those are without a doubt your dimples when she smiles."
"I swear I am the luckiest man in the world," I whispered into Riza's ear as I leaned down to kiss her neck.
"We are both lucky," she said as she stroked the back of my hand with her thumb, "I mean the way the judge put Ronny in his place in the middle of the courtroom, that was pure comedy. Everything else though, how I found the perfect dress in that thrift store, the timing of your brother graduating college early and making it to be your best man, and even how your cousin was able to work her magic on my dress, even though I was as big as a whale."
"Babe, you were stunning in your wedding dress. Don't sell yourself short," I told her.
She turned her head and glared at me, "I am 4'11", is that some kind of short girl joke?"
"Maybe," I replied with a playful smile.
I was rewarded for my antics with an elbow to the ribs as she giggled at the sound of air being forced from my lungs.
"Good thing you're only 4'11", if you were a fully grown woman that might have knocked the wind out of me," I told her as I gripped her tight.
I felt her squirm and wiggle in my arms as she tried to get back at me for my comment. After a few moments, she gave up and let me enjoy my small victory. We stood there for a few minutes watching our daughter sleep peacefully in her crib.
"Kurt," she said softly, almost a whisper.
"Yes, love?" I replied.
"Would you be mad if I said I wanted another one?" Riza asked as she nuzzled into me, wiggling her but against my crotch.
"Another baby? So soon?" I asked, expecting that this was some kind of relationship test she read online. "Are you sure you're ready?"
"Yes. I checked with the doctor at my appointment earlier this week and I am cleared to resume sexual activity," she said as she turned in my arms to face me.
"I don't know..." I mumbled as I pondered her question.
Riza bounced on her toes as she let her impatient side come out, "Kurt, please, please, please can we have another baby? I look at her and I can't bear the thought of her growing up alone as I did. She needs a little brother or sister to keep her company."
"I mean, after the judge granted you the money, you paid off the house and bought us both new cars. We invested the rest, and we are living comfortably off of what I bring home," I took a deep breath and continued, "If having another baby is what you truly want and what you think is best for her, I can't say no."
"Yay!" she said excitedly as she stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"When are you thinking you want to try for another baby?"
"Right now!" she said as she yanked my arm down the hallway.
Riza pulled me up the stairs, and she was almost skipping with excitement as we bounded up the stairs. She pushed open the bedroom door and pulled me towards the end of the bed. I reached out to embrace her, but she shoved me back and I fell onto the bed. Before I could recover, she was already ripping off my belt. She had a predatory look about her, like a lioness seeking her next meal. As soon as she had my button undone, she was pulling with all her weight trying to get my pants down. She grunted and tugged, and the next thing I knew my jeans and underwear were flying across the bedroom, landing somewhere near the window. Her hands grasped the bottom of her summer dress and lifted it above her head. The dress flew across the room to land on the floor near my jeans. She stood between my legs, and I realized that her B-cups had swelled a few cup sizes since I last recalled.
"Whoa..." I said as my jaw dropped while I stared at her breasts.
Riza's hands held her breasts and she smiled at me, "I know! Great aren't they? They must be if I am getting praise from a certified ass man."
I nodded approvingly, as she giggled and dropped to her knees. Her gentle hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, and she flicked her eyes up at me as she licked my tip. As she locked her lips around my shaft, she kept her eyes on me and smiled as she took me deeper into her mouth. Riza's mouth was amazing, and she knew it. She knew just how to move her tongue to make me moan with ecstasy, and she wasn't holding anything back this time around. Hungry sucking sounds emanated from her mouth and she slipped me into her throat and bobbed her head. After a few moments, she released my cock from her mouth and gasped for air, a bubbly string of her saliva stretching from my cock to her mouth. Then she dove down again, making me moan out and grip the bedsheets. She giggled as she fucked her throat with my cock while she watched me squirm and moan from her oral persistence. Just when I was about to cum, I swelled in her throat and she released me before I went over the edge.
"Damn you're way too good at that, Baby," I said breathlessly as my grip on the bed sheets relaxed.
"I know. Believe it or not, before we hooked up I spent a week learning to do that with one of my toys, just for you," she said as she climbed on top of me.
Her hand gripped my cock again as she pressed me to her opening and looked at me as she lowered her hips. Slowly, her pussy stretched around my girth as I slid into her. She threw her head back and moaned loudly as I filled her. There was a little quiver to her voice as my full length slid inside of her. Satisfied with her work, she reached forward and laced her fingers in between mine on both of our hands as she started to rise up and down my length. I let her have her moment, that peaceful, blissful moment where she was in complete control, and then I struck.
"Not today!" I said as I sat up quickly and bent our arms behind her back and pinned her to my lap.
Any semblance of resistance to the quick change of control faded away as her body went limp and her thighs squeezed my hips.
"Oh fuck you're so deep, Babe!" she moaned as I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head.
I released her hands and grabbed her hips. She instinctively extended her arms and dangled from my neck as I thrust into her. Her eyes went wide as I pressed into her cervix. Immediately she began to moan as I made deep, forceful thrusts in and out of her. Her thighs tightened around me more as her legs wrapped around my waist as she held on for dear life as I began to ravage her with my cock. Her moaning had all but stopped, replaced by euphoric screams of pleasure as skin slapped against skin and her juices coated both of us in wetness. Her face twisted into a combination of surprise, bliss, and concentration, but her green eyes screamed at me not to stop. Swollen breasts bounced up and down on her chest as I thrust with everything I had, and her body shook with each crash of my hips into her own.
Her walls gripped around me, despite my best efforts to distract myself and last longer for her, I was no match for Riza's demanding and hungry pussy as she started to build towards her orgasm.
"Riza... I... AH!" I yelled out as I tried to hold back the pressure behind my cock that was on the verge of bursting whether I wanted it to or not.
As if waiting for the queue to appear on stage, Riza's orgasm came on as I could no longer hold back, and I felt myself swell inside of her as I moaned and groaned, finally releasing my climax inside of her. Her body went tense, as her back arched and her fingers squeezed the back of my neck. I could feel her pussy pulse around me as I pulsed my seed inside of her. Her legs trembled as she screamed in pleasure, and my leg trembled as I came hard.
Together, we went limp, and folded into each other, both breathless and trembling as we held each other and came down from our climaxes. I kept myself planted inside of her and laid us back onto the bed. I kept my eyes closed and waited for the stars in my vision to clear, and my leg trembling to subside before I opened my eyes again. Opened them to Riza's beautiful green eyes staring into mine, a satisfied and surprised look on her face.
"I don't know where you learned that from, but I owe them a thank you," she said as she blew a stray strand of hair from her face.
"Yeah?" I said, still trying to catch my breath.
"Oh yeah," she said as she tried to catch her breath, "The way your cock filled my whole pussy and seemed to want to shove my cervix out of the way. I've never even had a toy that deep. Wow. Just... fucking wow. I need to lay on my back until I can feel my legs again after that one."
Riza rolled off of me and crashed onto the bed next to me. I felt her hand grip mine as I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing and slowing my heart rate. I felt a sharp pain in my hand and tried to pull it away from Riza's hand, but she wouldn't let go.
"Baby, that hurts. You're squeezing too hard," I said.
No response.
"Riza, seriously, that hurts," I said again.
I turned my head and opened my eyes. Riza wasn't there, but my hand still hurt. I all of the sudden felt very dizzy and as I looked around the room, everything began to blur. I looked up at the fan and the light hanging from it grew brighter and brighter. I had to shield my eyes from the brightness as it seemed to consume my vision, even with my eyes closed.
When the brightness faded away, I looked at my hand. It was wrapped in gauze and a medical wrap of some kind. Riza was resting her head on the railing hanging off the side of my bed, her hand gripping my gauzed hand. My vision was still blurred, but I could see Riza clearly in the middle of my vision. The acrid smell of rubbing alcohol and sanitizers was going to make me sick.
As I pulled my hand back, Riza's head lifted from her elbow resting on the railing and I watched as her eyes went wide with surprise, "Oh my God! You're awake!"
There was a faint tone, and then an unfamiliar voice, "How can I help you?"
Riza spoke with excitement in her voice, "Get the doctor! He's awake!"
I awoke to the click of the door and followed by the sounds of footsteps. I quickly lifted my head and rubbed the crusted sleep from my eyes. The steady hum of machines and the calming beep of monitors had finally lulled me to sleep after almost two days by Kurt's side. I was scared, scared beyond anything for Kurt, yet my body had finally given up and succumbed to exhaustion.
Those two days were torture, absolute torture. I had seen scenes like this on TV but never had I imagined I would be sitting here going through this. As the footsteps got louder, I had only a moment before someone would slide the privacy curtain and enter the room. That moment seemed like a lifetime. The silence was deafening, the only noise was the machines. Was it the doctor coming in to give updates or a nurse doing her rounds? I waited patiently, all the while quietly cursing myself for falling asleep.
The doctor waved a hand apologetically at me and spoke softly, "Are you, Mrs. Riza Thompson?"
I nodded as I rubbed my eyes some more.
The doctor flipped through her clipboard, "Mr. Renolds has you listed as an emergency contact. Are you able to discuss his condition?"
I nodded and sat up in my chair, nausea gripping the pit of my stomach. Ronny, Kurt, and I had listed each other as emergency contacts a couple of years ago as a precaution should something ever happen to us. I never thought we'd actually ever need it.
"We pulled four shards of glass from Mr. Renold's hand, ranging in size from one millimeter to just under four millimeters. As best as we can tell, all of the shards of glass are out of his hand, but his blood work came back with bad news," the doctor said as she gently touched her hand to my arm, "Mrs. Thompson, the glass appears to have been from an older mirror and with old mirrors, there can be several sources of bacteria that can cause a multitude of different infections. So it seems one of those bacterias had caused an infection."
I hated it when doctors tiptoed around bad news. Just tell me what the issue is so we can deal with it upfront.
"So if it's an infection, can't you just give him antibiotics and make him better?" I huffed as I stared at Kurt motionless form in the hospital bed.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple Mrs. Thompson. We've already given him wide-spectrum antibiotics and he's not responding to any of them. The infection has worsened and has now traveled to his bloodstream and has caused his body to go septic. Right now, as we speak, his kidneys and liver are shutting down and his organs will begin to fail one by one after that."
"So, what? That's it? You're just going to give up and let him die?" I said as I glared at the doctor, the lump in my throat starting to push past as my eyes began to water.
The doctor brought her hands up defensively, palms out, "I didn't say that. In Mr. Renold's case, he needs a blood transfusion. The infection has become so severe that the kidneys and liver aren't functioning properly. Unfortunately, we don't have enough blood on hand to give him at the moment. We can get some from nearby hospitals and reach out to local blood banks, but it's going to take time, and right now every second count."
A blossom of hope sprouted in my heart as the doctor told me this.
"I am O-negative. He can have my blood!" I shouted louder than I meant to.
The doctor's eyes went wide, "Oh, ok, umm. I'll tell you what, let me get a nurse in here to draw some samples. It's hospital policy to screen blood for impurities before a transfusion. If everything checks out, we can start the transfusion first thing in the morning."
The barest hint of a smile started on my face, "Well why are you sitting here Doc? Go get the nurse!"
I squeezed Kurt's hand and leaned down, kissing the back of his palm gently.
"Hang in there my love, we will get through this together," I whispered in his ear.
True to her word, the doctor sent in the nurse to draw my blood as quickly as possible. I sat in the chair, my legs bouncing anxiously as I awaited the results. I prayed and wrung my hands together nervously, terrified that they would find some kind of rare impurity that I didn't know about. For an excruciating hour, I waited in agony waiting for the doctor to come back in with news.
A soft knock on the door, and then the latch turning as the doctor peeked her head in. She pulled a rolling chair up next to me. She had a smile on her face, but her body language said she wasn't there to deliver good news.
"Mrs. Thompson, I am sorry but based on the results of your blood work, you are not a valid donor for Mr. Renolds."
I closed my eyes as searing white-hot pain filled my chest. I bit down hard and gritted my teeth. O-negative was the universal donor. I could save Kurt's life, tonight. What could be in my blood that kept me from doing that?
"Why the hell not?!" I snapped at the doctor, making her jump.
"Mrs. Thompson, with all due respect, I think you and I both know why."
To be continued.
By NavyRigger for Literotica.