This was wrong, and she knew it. All the signs, and the past, gave creedence to this decision. The fact that a few mis-spent hours could crumble a life, or lives, still had not stopped her from being where she was right now. After she turned the car off, her beautiful ring, the one her husband, the man that would complete that life, bought with the money he got from selling his cherished '69 Chevelle, slid off her finger from the nervous sweat on her hands. Was this a sign? Was it coincedence? "Why is this ring so heavy now?" , she pondered. It was quiet, much too quiet. She managed to take her head from the steering wheel, and see the cactus they had planted together beside the swimming pool many years ago. It seemed not that long ago. "What the fuck am I doing?", she asked herself. She had managed to get the life she had so carefully planned, but a single emotion had somehow guided her to a place she felt certain wouldn't give her what she needed to have.
But she was parked right there, without that ring on her hand, in that car she had always thought that would look good , in front of that house, with that life . This was heavy. VERY, very heavy.This was a decision. This was life. She knew once he answered his door, she stood a chance to lose everything she thought she had needed. "Happiness" would just be a word. "Satisfaction" would become the word that replaced "Happiness". Over and over again, she tried to wonder what would happen, when he answered his door. But she knew, she KNEW....once he had his hands on her ribcage, draggin' 'em down to her hips, he could do anything he wanted with her. The scariest thing was, he had become what she wanted all along from him....and once this started....she wouldn't have any choice, but to stay.
She felt terrible about being a liar to her husband. He had been what she wanted. He had given everything he could to her. But.... she was parked, keys out, no ring, NO panties, his favorite red stockings, her hair up, and soaking wet. Once she walked through that door, she knew she would end up watching him shower the next morning. She would have his favorite breakfast ready. A T-bone, two runny eggs, hash browns, and a coke with ice. She would also be sitting on the table, right in front of his plate....hair up, those red stockings, feeding him with a fork....watching him look at her up and down. It would be ALL over. Words like "Class", "Truth", and "Honesty" would have new meanings from there on, to both of them. She still wasn't sure things would be different this time. "Power" would become the word to struggle with now...
She found that the longer she sat there thinking about what was waiting on the other side of that door; picturing his face and those piercing eyes that could look right through her, the fight was going out of her. She could feel his lips on her neck as he pulled her body close to his. His hands cupping her breasts sent shivers down her spine and the sense of guilt was beginning to fade. She remembered well his touch and her loins were throbbing with desire. The love and the lust were so mingled with the memory of hope and expectation that she knew she was crossing that line from reality to fantasy.
Like a wave on the shore, the reality of the situation was trying so hard to wash over her. She didn’t want to think too much about what the consequences were going to be. She wanted to be in the moment, giving to him all that was truly due her husband. Oh God, the guilt came flooding back. The conflict gripped her heart making it difficult to breathe. She looked down at her hand and realized that she held the ring so tightly in her hand that her nails had dug into her palm and left an imprint. She began to rub it as she looked up at the door to the house.
The door was open and he stood there with one hand on the door knob and the other high above his head resting against the doorframe, watching her. “How long had he been there?” She wondered. “Did he realize the struggle she was experiencing?” She knew she wanted to run, but in which direction? She looked back at him and her shoulders slumped as she realized her decision had already been made.
She felt heavy under the weight of resolve. Now was the moment in time that would dictate the course of all future moments. All she had to do was get out of the car and move toward the object of her desire. The thought was so simple. Why couldn’t she move? He was waiting for her. Closing her eyes she let her head fall back against the headrest. When she opened them again and looked the door was still open but he was no longer there. Then she realized her car door was open and he was there by her side. His hand was stretched out toward her and all she had to do was put hers in his and let him lead her to the next chapter.
Being so close melted what was left of her resistance to temptation. She put her hand in his and allowed him to help her out of the car. She looked in his smoldering eyes and floated across the drive and through the front door. Surely she had left her body because this was so surreal. But she knew she hadn’t. This was very real. He still had a hold of her hand as he closed the door behind them and took her in his arms and kissed her softly on the lips. He pulled her body close to his and now she was sensing all of the passion she had pondered only moments before. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Suddenly his kiss became harder and she felt him pull her hair, tilting her face up toward his. His lips traveled down to her throat. Then he turned her around and was kissing the side and back of her neck. Her knees buckled under the thrill of his touch. She felt herself being lifted and carried to the bedroom.
Jake held her close to him as he carried Krissi
to the bed.
The rings on her fingers meant nothing right
now. Michael had promised the world and yet somehow he came up short. Jake was
here. He was bringing to the surface all the passion that cried out to be
salvaged. What could she do but give in and let the heat rise. She felt the
throbbing of her body. The craving. The hunger. Right now she could contain
nothing. She didn’t want to. She wanted release. Krissi gave into the lust and
let Jake bring her to the brink of ecstasy. There was no reason. There was only
the driving force of her loins. Like the hurricane hitting the east coast she
was hitting with everything that was in her.
The sweat poured from her brow and glistened
over every part of her body. Jake was maniacal in his want to punish her for all
the years of neglect and the realization that here was the object of his desire
right under his control.
