A flash story suggested by a fan named Cindi.
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Ray Charles: "Forever with you, yeah, it just isn't long enough."
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My wife, Cora, is a stay at home mother. Our daughters are aged one and three.
Cora's mother, Lois, spends a lot of time at our house. She's divorced, twice, and appears to be dating again. She lives in the basement of her sister and brother-in-law's house. I'm not sure where Lois gets her money, but she doesn't live lavishly. Lois drives a clunker, which bothers me. She sometimes takes the kids and Cora to doctor's appointments.
Some days Lois hangs around long after the kids are in bed. This has caused some delays in Cora and me getting it on. Sex with Cora is relatively quiet. She squeals and squeaks, but goes out of her way to keep it down.
I'm a very jealous guy. It rankles me to see men ogle Cora. I know, get over it. Men will mentally undress women, that's just life. When Cora gets us started by doing a slow strip tease, I count my blessings.
I love the taste of her sex. Licking the surrounding peach fuzz gets her juices flowing. Using my tongue and fingers, her well timed noises alert me to her oncoming orgasm.
After coming down from her high, she proceeds to orally pleasure my cock. After blowing my load, we cuddle while she coaxes my cock back into service. I can't say I enjoy one position over any other as they all result in my cock twitching with delight. The thought of any other man enjoying this just galls me. I do what I can to make sure Cora wants no other.
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Wednesday night found me in my hotel room, working away. I was putting the finishing touches on my presentation. Running error check and the likes, I was pleased with the result. As with any presentation, or story for that matter, an editor would be a plus. Since I was on the road, it just wasn't possible.
Still, things had gone so well that I had time to run down to the restaurant and have a hot meal. My job doesn't involve a ton of travel, and even when it does, the trips are short. I left my house at noon today. Tomorrow I'll make my presentation, have dinner with the client, and be on the red-eye flight getting home around 3 Am. I have Friday off and it usually results in some mighty fine sex.
While eating dinner, my neighbor Burt called me. We help each other with yard work, and a couple of times a month we play golf. He has a truck which I borrow when the need arises. I'm good with numbers and help him with his taxes. He has a one year old daughter so we are both learning how to change diapers and heat up milk to the right temperature.
"Hey Alex. Nice wheels. When'd you get it?"
"Now what makes you think I bought a new car?"
"Because I saw you pull it into your garage ten minutes ago. That's that new roadster isn't it? It's not what I expected from a father with two infants."
"Well crap Burt. I'm five hundred miles away. Would you mind going over, peeking in the windows, and taking a few pictures?"
"And get myself arrested? Sorry dude, I won't do that. What I will do is go let the air out of the bastard's tires. Is the key still in the fake rock by the solar birdbath?"
"Yeah, go around back and use the door that leads directly into the garage."
"When he tries to leave, I'll get you some pictures or maybe a video. Deal?"
"I owe you, big time."
I couldn't eat. The things that I was imagining were ripping me apart. Lacking a swimsuit, I went for a swim in my boxers. Once that exhausted me, I sat in the hot tub. Things bouncing around in my head made me lose track of time. Someone pulled me from the hot tub. I wasn't passed out, but just barely functional. At least they didn't call for an ambulance. After a cool dip in the pool, my legs were back under me.
Making my way back to my room, I dreaded turning on my notebook. Checking my phone, there were no calls or texts, from anyone. My heart sank. He must still be there. Should I call? Hell yes, why not?
When Cora answered she sounded completely normal "Hi babe. How was your flight? How's your hotel?"
"Things are good. What's going on?"
"Just put the kids down. You?"
"Finished getting ready for tomorrow and had time to take a swim."
"That's good. You normally don't get to exercise much when you travel."
My stomach was cramping "Well, I've got an early start tomorrow so I'll let you go. Good luck with the tires."
"What did you say?"
"Oh nothing. I just wanted to call and tell you I love you."
"Well, I love you too. Hope it goes well tomorrow."
I stared at the ceiling. The television was on but it was just providing background noise. Paranoia is not your friend. It rips your soul apart. Facts! I need facts!
Around 11 Pm, I heard the ding that told me I had a new email. I looked at the screen and Burt's email squinted at me like a rattlesnake. Did I really want to see the pictures? I heard my phone buzzing. Caller ID told me it was Cora. I let it go to messages. I was stalling. Knowing that I had to find out didn't help. Can I postpone this until I've made my presentation? Would I be so distracted as to be ineffective?
I'm good at what I do, in my job. It's that way because I'm decisive. Quit stalling. Look, react, think, think again, and then act. I opened the email. The guy was easily older than me. Since he had a coat and ball cap on, and it was night time, it was tough to get an accurate guess. Burt's video showed the guy all pissed as he looked at his flat tires. He had backed out of the garage before stopping in the driveway. Cora and Lois were standing by the front door. The man was talking on his cell phone and stomping around. All of a sudden Cora shrieked, put her hands over her mouth, and then moved quickly to get inside. The video ended.
I replied to Burt, thanking him for a job well done.
My phone was buzzing once more. It was Cora again. I thought I should listen to the first message, so I let her leave a second message.
In the first message there was panic in her voice "Alex call me! Call me please! Please call me!"
Under normal circumstances, I would have called back immediately, thinking it might be something about the kids. My phone chimed that I had another voice mail, but before I could listen to it, Burt called.
"Hey dude! I've got four tire stem cores for you. I wish you could have seen them. From being pissed about the tires to realizing what it meant. I heard both of the ladies shriek. Cora was sobbing hard when she came out of the house the second time. Have you heard from her?"
"Yeah, she's left two messages now. As we speak, she's calling again. I'll let it go to messages too. So you took the core's completely out?"
"Of course. Did you expect some half-assed job? The tow truck just showed up. I expect he'll be on the road shortly."
"Again, thanks for doing that, and the video. I guess it's time to talk to Cora. I'll call you tomorrow and give you the skinny."
Taking a deep breath, I listened to messages two and three from Cora. Much like the first one, no information, just pleading with me to call.
