Hi folks, new story, usual themes, but this time I tried to change the perspective, it's from the point of view of the husband. Writing it was quite tricky but interesting, let me know if you liked it and if it works.
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If he had to guess the day it all started, Matt probably would have bet on their wedding day.
To his eyes, Jennifer had always been the most enchanting creature in the world, but when he saw her coming down the church stairs that distant June day, dressed in white and with that flower crown on her head, he really thought he was the luckiest man in the world to marry such a special woman. He would never ever forget the smile she gave him walking down the steps, so happy and full of love.
Not even now, despite how things had turned out. Indeed, that smile would have made him continue to believe for a long time that what he had begun to suspect was impossible.
But let's go in order, and go back to that damn day of their wedding, which should have been the beginning of their life together, and instead represented the beginning of the end.
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When, to the priest's question "Jennifer Danilson, do you take Matt Prescott for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?", he heard her crystalline voice replying without hesitation: "Yes, I do", Matt missed his breath for a moment from joy.
He was still so filled with joy that he hardly recognized the faces and voices of the people who embraced and congratulated him, in that festive chaos that follows the official ceremony, when the married couple receives congratulations from all the relatives and friends.
Matt was receiving loud pats on the back from an old college mate when he was suddenly enveloped by an intense halo of perfume, and felt someone tug lightly his sleeve. He turned and found himself in front of a lady of about fifty. She wasn't properly beautiful, she had a slightly silly expression, but surely she was showy and well-kept, with platinum blonde hair, heavy makeup, plump red lips, and deep green eyes highlighted by mascara. Matt also distractedly noticed she had a very large chest, which the sober cream dress she wore could barely hide. For a moment Matt stood looking at her hesitantly.
"Well, what are you doing dear, don't you hug me? Don't you recognize your favorite aunt?"
"A-aunt Ava? Is it really you? Wow, I'm sorry, but I haven't seen you for so long!"
"Don't worry dear, you are forgiven, you were still a child the last time you saw me. But what are you waiting for, let me hug you, come on!" And so saying aunt Ava drew him to her, wrapping him in an affectionate embrace. Matt was confused by so much enthusiasm, he hardly even remembered that aunt, and was stunned by the intensity of her perfume, and troubled by the pressure of that soft breast against his chest. When he was released from his aunt's embrace, Matt started to turn around and go back to his friends again, but was held back by Ava.
"Hey you, where are you escaping! Won't you introduce me to your beautiful wife?"
"S-sure! Jenny, darling, look who is here: Ava, my dearest aunt from Boston!" Jennifer turned and gave one of her candid smiles to Ava.
Matt still remembered how Ava's gaze seemed to flare up when it first landed on Jennifer. Something unconscious bothered him for a moment, but he quickly pushed that feeling away. "Jennifer, I'm really happy to finally meet you! And I have to admit, you are truly beautiful! You are so angelic with that flower crown, and this dress... umpfff... on you it's honestly amazing!"
Jennifer blushed: "Oh, thank you, I appreciate it, but you are too kind ma'am, you're exaggerating..."
"If I say you're beautiful it's because you are, I'm expert enough to say that... Anyway, you can call me aunt Ava, my dear, I don't want formalism between us! Indeed, I really hope that we will become close friends..."
"Of course, with great pleasure!"
"Oh, you can't even imagine how much..."
With these ambiguous words and a strange smile, aunt Ava took her leave.
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Matt had already forgotten about aunt Ava, so when he saw that beautiful mature lady sitting at their table for a moment he wondered who she was. Then he recognized aunt Ava, and was surprised that she was at the same table as them. After all, she was just an in-law aunt, the sister of his father's new wife, whom he married shortly after he divorced Matt's mother. He had seen her very little, especially during the summer holidays, when as a child they took him to the family house in Florida, where the whole family gathered, including distant relatives. It was a tradition for Matt's family. He had vague memories of that aunt, although he remembered that she had always been nice to him. As far as he knew, she never married and she had no child. However, she was a fairly mysterious aunt, of whom there was little talk in the family, so finding her right there at the main table with the spouses left Matt somewhat baffled at first. However aunt Ava turned out to be a great diner, enlivening the whole table with irreverent jokes and delightful tales of her youth travels. She seemed to get along especially well with Jennifer, to whom she sat across from, and with whom she exchanged humor and laughter all evening.
There had been a strange moment, Matt will later admit, when during the dance at the end of the evening, while romantically twirling with Jennifer in the center of the hall, he was distracted by aunt Ava, who was dancing not far away. The aunt must have drunk a little too much, judging by her how languidly moved. The suffused lights, of a soft blue tone, cloaked her with shadows, and Matt noticed how she gave off an undeniable sensuality, even to the eyes of a newly groom, with that soft ample chest, while with her eyes closed she swayed next to them. However, she was not shameful, on the contrary, she irradiated an elaborate, sophisticated sensuality. He felt almost embarrassed when she accidentally touched them, and then he saw a strange thing, his wife's eyes linger for a moment on Ava's body as she passed her, and then quickly get up, meeting the languid and half-closed ones of the aunt. A glance passed between the two women, and Matt was unable to interpret it very well at the time, confused by the astonished curiosity he read in his wife's eyes and the strange greed in Ava's.
Then finally the time arrived for Matt to take Jennifer to the hotel suite, and they were greeting all the guests, thanking them for their participation, when it was time to say goodbye to Aunt Ava as well.
"Oh dear ones, I enjoyed it so much! Thank you so much for inviting me!"
Well, now that he thought about it better, Matt didn't actually remember ever inviting her...
"Just tell me one last thing... I heard you're moving to Miami because of your job Matt, is that true?"
At their assent aunt Ava claps her hands and gave out a delighted little cry: "Oh, that's great! As you know, Matt, there is the family house nearby! I really think I will take the opportunity to stay there for a while, after all I have been wanting to spend a long time at the sea for some time, and so I will have the opportunity to get to know this very nice bride better!" Ava said, giving Jennifer a wink, who smiled shyly.
"Now I leave you, lovebirds... Please, Matt, I hope you will be able to treat this beautiful girl you have the luck to marry like the princess she deserves to be!"
And so saying aunt Ava left, blowing a kiss in their direction, although it seemed to Matt that it was more in Jennifer's direction.
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When after a couple of months Matt went to open the door of their new cottage, wondering who could ever be ringing the bell on that lazy Sunday afternoon, he never expected to find himself in front of aunt Ava. He had already forgotten about their conversation at the wedding.
Despite her age, Ava was splendid. A lady, sure, but gorgeous. Matt unknowingly blinked a couple of times. Wide retro sunglasses hid her eyes, but her wide smile nevertheless let guess her amused look at the surprise she saw painted on Matt's face. Her hair had been further bleached by the sun, reaching a blond that touched white. Her skin, although it was starting to show some signs of age and a few small wrinkles around the eyes, still seemed to be elastic and smooth, and it had a deep bronze tone, one of those rare pale complexions that quickly darkened with the sun, sprinkling with freckles. Plus, she wore a light white sundress, which did little to hide her massive breast. At the wedding her dress was sober, more suited to concealing her exuberant forms, while this time her aunt didn't seem to have bothered much about hiding her chest. In fact, Matt's eyes hesitated for a moment on her wide cleavage. She had heavy, soft breasts, slightly sagging with age, but still full and swollen.