This is the conclusion of the musical love story of Beth and Joel. If this is your first time reading this story, I suggest you go back to the beginning with "Songstress" and then on to the DUO series.
This the final chapter of my love story. Beth and Joel had their characters very minimally based on real individuals who never lived the life I've portrayed. The story evolved very quickly in the first chapter - Songstress - and on to the other chapters to become pure fiction, a product of my imagination. I wrote this to explore the possibilities of what could have been, not what was. Beth and Joel's story grew far beyond their real-life counterparts and therefore any resemblance to reality is strictly coincidental. I feel like I've reached the natural end to this story, and I hope I've left you with a memorable tale of true love that overcame the barriers of age through music and undying devotion.
It was spring, and Beth and I were on the move. The past months had seen us very busy packing and moving from Beth's apartment to our new home on the outskirts of Charlotte. Beth was ecstatic over the lovely bungalow we found. I was just thrilled to see my beautiful young wife so happy.
With the mild North Carolina winters and springs, we landscaped right away and planted a garden together. I loved working beside my Beth in the soil, bringing life to the yard. Initially, she happily did the garden maintenance, but we had to hire a gardener to look after it when we went away. I looked after the lawn: weeding, fertilizing, watering, mowing, until it looked as pristine as mine back in Canada. This made our place outside looking very much like the home in which she grew up, making her even happier. These days she was going around with a constant smile on her face and a shine in her dazzling eyes.
I wanted to buy Beth a new car, but she told me that there was nothing wrong with hers. That's how selfless she was. My money had not changed her one wit. At my insistence however, she did pay off her student loans that she had carried for many years.
We had barely finished unpacking, redecorating, painting and setting up hoseuse when we had to pack up my car to head north. My six months in the USA were up and I had to return to Canada.
After we returned from our near disastrous honeymoon, we hooked up with April and Darius, doing full SATB concerts, depending on our collective availability. We did gigs in and around Charlotte, becoming more in demand as our reputations grew. We had a Pentatonix/Little Big Town vibe going on, which proved very popular with the locals in and around Charlotte. It took a lot of practicing, but it worked out wonderfully. We even got dressed up in Victorian clothes to do carolling as Christmas approached.
April and Darius seemed to be deliriously happy with each other, much to Beth's and my relief. We suspected a wedding coming up, but probably not as quick as our whirlwind one. Of course, there was no doubt as to who would be April's maid of honour.
We had asked April and Darius to look after our place while we were gone and since it was halfway between where either of them lived, it was a great arrangement. After exacting a promise from them not to get hitched while we were gone, it was time. We said our goodbyes to all our friends in Charlotte and hit the road.
We split the journey into two legs, unlike the crazy 14-hour nonstop drive I did going down to Charlotte initially. I drove both legs of the journey and on both of them, Beth gave me highway head. We were barely out of Charlotte on I-77, when she slid out from under her shoulder harness and leaned over to grasp my cock through the leg of my shorts. I, for my part, hoping this would happen, wore no underwear. I drove very carefully and slowly to avoid an accident...we had enough near tragedies to last a lifetime!
"Mmm...hard already my love? Well, I guess it's time for my mid-morning snack," Beth purred.
It was a great arrangement: I drove, and she happily sucked.
Beth had my cock exposed in no time. She kissed it lovingly and pulling down the foreskin, her mouth descended onto the head. She took me completely in her mouth and then pulled back with just the soft inside portions of her lips pulling back. She did this repeatedly, up and down so smoothly. The sensation was heavenly. It took all my concentration to focus on my driving. Beth's skilled tongue and lips had me coming into her mouth in short order. As I shot my load, while she greedily swallowed, an eighteen-wheeler passed us and blew his horn. We both laughed, another sex act crossed off the list!
"Mmm, mmm, that was yummy in my tummy!" she cooed.
My, how far she had come from the reserved woman I had encountered when we made love for the first time. Now that she had developed a taste for my cum, I almost looked forward to her periods, as she devoted herself to giving me the best head ever. And man, had she gotten good at it!
Of course, I repaid the highway head favour as I ate her cute pussy that night at our hotel stopover.
As we stepped into our room, I said to Beth, "Go freshen up gorgeous, I need an appetizer before we have dinner."
With a small gasp of anticipation, she stripped off her clothes, leaving a trail behind her as she hurried to the bathroom. I heard the water running and Beth humming a happy tune. How I loved the sound of her voice, whether speaking or singing.
She came out completely naked, and casually walking to the bed, she lay down and spread her legs.
"Come and get it!" She giggled.
I had to pause for a moment, drinking in her gorgeous slim body, small breasts with puffy nipples, now hard with lust, her perfectly shaped legs spread out in invitation. I let out a soft growl as I stalked over to her. Kneeling on the floor, I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the side of the bed, and she squeaked in surprise. With her delightful pussy at the edge of the bed and her legs spread wide, I had a perfect view. I inhaled deeply, revelling in the scent of soap and arousal. Without further ado, I dove into her with tongue going up and down her vulva, lapping up her juices.
How I loved the sight, scent and taste of her pussy! I lapped my way down her pussy lips to her rosebud, then back up, repeating this, knowing this teasing was getting her more aroused. Beth was moaning now, "Baby, please don't tease. I've been wanting to come ever since I sucked your cock this morning."
Wasting no further time, I licked up and placing the flat of my tongue on her clit, which I swirled over and over. I put two fingers into her pussy and curling them up I found and rubbed her G-spot. With my other hand I reach up and over her capturing a nipple and squeezed. Beth's nipples were a huge erogenous zone for her. With me stimulating all her triggers at once, she came incredibly hard. She grabbed a pillow and placed it over her face and screamed.
My beautiful Beth kept cumming and screaming and then squirting and I tried to capture her juices in my mouth. I kept this up for about a minute until I knew she couldn't take any more. Pulling my fingers out, I placed my palm on her pussy lips just keeping soft pressure as her body spasmed and jerked in aftershocks.
Removing myself from in between her legs, I swung her legs onto the bed so she could rest properly. I lay down beside her and held her lovingly as she kept panting, still caught up in small spasms.
When she finally caught her breath she whispered to me,
"Oh God Joel, I never knew something like this was possible! What is it you do to me every time? I feel like I've died and gone to heaven!"
"I feel the same my precious Beth every minute I spend with you."
You might say we kinda adored each other. That may sound sappy, but this was a true love, just like the Princess Bride and all that. Through all this time we did little things to show our deep affection for each other. There was the constant touching, or caressing. We both were "touchers", always having a need for body contact; a brush of a forehead curl, a rub of an arm, a caress of a cheek, a trace of fingertips around the lips, and we absolutely could not leave each other's butts alone. We held hands everywhere we went. We just couldn't get enough of each other physically. This contact helped keep our love alive when we weren't singing or making love.
The next morning, we hit the road, and once again the love of my life gave me an incredible blowjob. Judging by her hums of happiness, when I blew my load into her mouth, I'm not sure who enjoyed it more.
Beth said,
"We should do road trips more often; I like this highway head vibe!"
Hey, you don't have to tell me twice! After all, we did have much of the world to explore together.
We crossed the border into Canada at the Rainbow Bridge, which was fitting as I felt I had already found my pot of gold at the end of it. It's funny, while I was happy to see my family again, I wasn't overly emotional to be "home" again. That's because "home" was sitting right beside me. Home was anywhere my delectable wife was. I was home down in Charlotte where we had lived for the past six months. I now had to return to Canada per U.S. immigration law. So, home would now be my house in Ashton for the next few months, as long as Beth was in that house with me.
My severe beating aside, Charlotte was among the best six months of my life. I left Canada with just my guitar and some clothes. I came back with a wife and a heart full of happiness such as I'd never known before.
We came back in my Mustang Shelby which left little room for Beth's wardrobe. I promised her I'd take her to buy her any clothing she wanted and even a trip to Montreal, the fashion capital of Canada. She could keep her clothes here as went back and forth between Charlotte and Ashton.
