This is the seventh installment of the "In a World..." series, detailing the erotic journey of Ginnifer and Rick. This narrative can stand alone, but it's at its best when read in the slowly-building sequence. This is also a cross-category story that leans deepest into the prurient parts of the "Loving Wives" category. More sensitive readers should check the IaW Foreword (a stand-alone chapter) to see if this story is right for them.
Also, this is a COVID-free story. It was planned when Corona might lead to a hangover, not a virus. If this story happened during lockdown, the characters would've done very different things. If you need an escape from social distancing, keep calm and read on.
Yours truly,
Wilson Spalding
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On a king sized bed, there was a narrow little strip reserved for me. At four something in the morning, the alcohol in my veins still on fire, I never felt myself hit the sheets. I fell through the bed and kept falling.
Switch me on
Turn me up
Right through the floor, breaking through and flying into a black, starry sky where every constellation was twinkling eyes, or hardened nipples, or a sexy smile.
Don't want it Baudelaire
Just glitter lust
Somewhere, the smoky voice of Goldfrapp was leading a choir of synthpop angels. Like being backstage, bits of song echoed through the beat.
I want to touch you
You're just made for love
My fingers had no business being as lucky as they were. The bass line was the music of her lips. Double-D's defying gravity, a bouncing background for Tina's pretty face below my belt line.
I need la la la la la la
I need ooh la la la la
This heavenly creature was just passing through. A comet with a pretty tail, she wasn't the moon I'd chosen to fill my night sky. Maybe that made her shine brighter.
Oh child of Venus
You're just made for love
Suddenly, there was the face I knew. My girl; more my partner in crime. I was falling again, not flying. Falling at a million miles an hour as my own personal porn star fell to her knees.
I need la la la la la la
I need ooh la la la la
One girl, four guys. An engagement ring on her finger, but the diamond didn't hold a candle to the wicked twinkle in her eye.
I want to love some more...
That was Gin, right there. Not a dream, it was a memory now. From a cosmic stack of Peavey amps, reality danced to the beat.
I'll never walk again...
Yeah!
After the four of us, in the neighbor's living room, we didn't think she'd ever walk again. But she did, her capris draped over her arm, her full moon lighting the way for me to follow her home.
I need la la la la la la
I need ooh la la la la
In a haze of sweat, the stars fade to black.
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My eyes flickered open.
Fuck.
Where do I even start?
The smell of fresh coffee and old sex filled my nose. The light of pre-dawn brought a dim, warm glow to the room. I turned my head, ever so carefully, to survey the damage in the sheets.
Tina was still here, still naked, still asleep, her arm draped over Ginny. Fuck. That was the kind of sweet-hot vision you carry to your dying day. Ginny was still asleep too, and I doubt either of them realized the connection they were having.
I lifted myself off the silk as quietly as I could. A pair of boxer shorts later and I braced against the wall as I went downstairs. No headache, but only because I'd taken a handful of Advil before I went to sleep.
I'd set the coffee timer during the clean-up after last night's party. Rare moment of clarity.
This morning, there were a couple of leftover partiers on the sectional, just waking up from the glow and aroma.
"Morning."
One guy looked up, bleary-eyed. No idea who he was. "Holy shit. So, sorry dude. Thanks for letting me crash here last night."
"Better you crash on a couch than around a tree."
"Wow. Yeah. No doubt."
Both the stragglers drained a cup of coffee and took off before the actual sun broke over the mountain. As for me, I fed the cat and poured three more cups o' joe. Another moment of clarity: I grabbed the cream, sugar and a box of plain-looking cookies. Teacakes? Had to be something Ginny bought.
By now, at least, I was steady enough to carry the tray upstairs without spilling
I made it down the hall and into the master bedroom before the spoons shifted and clinked on the tray.
Tina was in the middle of the bed, her tiny size-2 bod somehow filling the middle of a king size mattress. That was a trick usually only accomplished by cats. When the spoons clinked, she jerked, pulling back her arm. It was pretty clear her eyes were open, staring at Ginny's naked back. She reached out again, her fingers tentative, like she was almost ready to put her arm back over my fiancée.
Reality kicked in a second later. Tina pulled her arm back, shook her head and turned over. Recognition in her eyes as she saw me, and a heartbeat later, a smile to match the sunrise.
I lifted the tray. "Good morning."
"Good morning!" She used a finger to tap her lips, then pointed at me... then to Ginny. "I remember us, last night. I remember meeting her earlier... but... did we...?"
"No." I sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully keeping the tray steady. "After 'us,' you slept through the cops breaking up the party."
"No way!"
"Way. Gin and I, uh... we partied a little more with the neighbors then came home, showered... and fell asleep on either side of you."
"Oh, my god! You guys are a couple!"
"Yeah."
Tina thought for a second, then slowly nodded. "That's right. I remember you saying... you 'knew' each other."
"Yeah, we do. Really well." I handed Tina a cup of coffee. "Cream? Sugar?"
A grasping hand flopped over, grabbing a Tina boob. It let go as it realized the mistake, but the hand didn't go away. Instead, it rested across Tina's naked lap, palm up and still grasping at air. Ginny's zombified voice matched the hand. "Coffee..."
Tina passed her the cup. "Cream? Sugar?"
"Later." The mug disappeared and there were slurping sounds a second later.
Tina grabbed another cup, determined to keep this one, and added a little cream and sugar. "So, you two seem like a very open couple."
I shrugged. "Life is short. Enjoy it while you got it."
Gin rolled over, carefully cradling the mug. "Ginnifer, by the way."
"Tina!"
"I remember," she smiled.