(A continuation of the story "Black Arts".)
As I waited at the gate for my plane back home, my thoughts were a complete jumble. Nothing made sense. If I had truly been lying on a table in the Haitian woman's house for three months, why did my body feel more fresh and healthy than it had in decades? Whatever was in the milk she fed me, or whatever else she did to me, was like a fountain of youth.
My phone was missing. I had no idea who might have tried to reach me while I was in my trance. Maybe nobody. I worked for myself, lived by myself, was between "relationships", and my folks had passed. It made me realize how alone I really was.
I never sleep on airplanes, but I slept hard on this one. While I slept, so much of my memories of the last three months, and the memories the woman had dragged up from times with so many of my previous lovers, all sorted themselves and settled into the front of my brain. By the time I awoke to a hard landing in Atlanta, as the song says, "I wish I didn't, but I do, remember every moment on the nights with you." I remembered them all. Every detail.
It cost a fortune to get my car out of the airport parking lot. I was surprised it hadn't been towed. I started driving towards my empty house, but that just didn't feel right, so I pulled over into an empty parking lot by some train tracks. It was getting late.
I closed my eyes, rested my mind, and looked inside myself the way I had done so often and so deeply with the dark lady. That's who she was to me now, the Dark Lady. I reached into the back of my mind for her door and saw it there. Where there was once a bright glow around it, there was now only a flicker. She was in there. But her mind was not on me. Her mind was not in me. And I felt empty without it. So I imagined a door knob there, and imagined putting my hand upon it, and in an instant a warm word appeared in my mind, a word in her language. She was pleased, and that pleased me. I felt my erection stirring. And I was overcome with what I must do next. I started the car and drove across town.
She still lived in the townhouse we bought after we got married. It was late by now, so a very good chance she was home. I was half in my thoughts and half in her driveway before a voice of reason in my head started asking me what the fuck I was doing. But that was not the voice I was listening to.
I knew where she kept a spare key, but had enough sense not to want to get shot. So I knocked. And when my knuckles hit the door, I felt that same energy and urgency from behind the door in my mind. The Dark Lady was awake.
It took a few minutes for lights to appear in the frosted glass beside the door, first angling in from the back bedroom and then the light above my head came on. I expected her to rage at me for showing up unannounced, and so late, but the door swung open and she reached out and grabbed me and hugged me to her, saying, "Oh my God, ohmygod, we thought you were dead!"
She was wearing her favorite nightshirt. And I knew there was never anything beneath it. The cotton felt so familiar in my hands.
When she lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me, I took her face in my hands and I kissed her. In my mind it was only yesterday that I kissed her like this, that first night. I lifted her as I had done then, and I carried her into the house, and pressed her up against the wall, kissing deeply now. She had no time to think. It was her body responding to me, her worry released, her mouth open and my tongue pushing inside her.
And the Lady in my mind was more than watching. She was opening the door. And I could feel my tongue inside my ex-wife's mouth, and I could feel it inside the Dark Lady's mouth. And I knew exactly how they wanted me to fill them. I was inside their minds, inside their mouths, feeling my own tongue. I felt our pussy moistening even as I felt my own dick stiffen and press between our bellies. I felt the hardness of it against her as she shifted to press against it. I could feel our hands sliding all over each other, all of our breath together in our mouths.
When I pulled my face away from my ex's face, I could see it in her eyes. The shock and wonder and overwhelming lust. The Dark Lady was inside her too, showing her what it felt like to have my cock stiff between us. What it felt like to be in a man's body, cock throbbing and aching and so hard the skin was stretched achingly over the hood. And what it felt like to be both of us, her pussy flowing now, her nipples hard and ready. There were three of us, feeling every nerve ending of our two bodies, and something of the Dark Lady's body as well. I knew the feeling, but she was experiencing it for the first time.
"Whhaaat the Fuuuuck! What the fuuuck is happening?" she managed to ask, and slid just enough away from me to create space between us. But she wasn't pulling away from my grasp. She was using the space to wrestle with my belt and pants, trying to get to my cock with eager hands. I didn't need permission for anything after that. We were in each other's minds, and the Dark Lady made sure we wanted everything.
I almost ripped her nightshirt as I pulled it up and over her head, which was only difficult because she didn't want to stop digging into my underwear for my dick. But it only took moments for us to be completely naked.
With all the focus I could muster then, I lifted her again, took a few steps, and threw her onto the bed. I wanted that moment of watching each other watch each other.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." she just kept saying to herself. She was seeing herself naked with my eyes. She spread her legs and it was like seeing her pussy in a mirror for the first time. Then my will failed me and I just leapt onto her.
It's too confusing to try to describe the feelings, the awareness, the presence of the Dark Lady, the sensations. We both wanted to feel absolutely everything. She wanted me inside her in every way. She wanted to feel having our cock sucked and fucked and kissed and rubbed. I just gave in to her frantic animal impulses. She stopped talking out loud because we could hear each other in our heads. So she was free to grunt and moan and even scream with the sensory overload.
To be sure, I slid directly into her pussy first, sloppy wet and so eager to tighten around me and pull me in deep. I could feel my cock ramming her cervix. But she pulled me out and into her mouth because she couldn't wait for that sensation. She gagged and slobbered all over me, abusing her throat more than I would have dared if I hadn't known how she wanted to feel it from inside me.
The sensations of her deep throat job were sensational, but she needed me back in her pussy. If I could have fucked her everywhere at once, it would not have been enough. She threw herself back onto her back and spread her legs again, lifting her heels into the air.
I pointed the head of my dick at her pussy but stopped. I could hear her in my head, "God yeah, god yeah my butt."
We were wet enough. My dick was soaked and her pussy juice had been running down her butt crack. She unclenched herself and opened her anus for me and I slid in. And she began a long wail.
And I could feel the Dark Lady's pleasure. With a flick of her Will she took all of our desire for each other and focused it here. All we both wanted then, completely, was for me to cum in her ass. I started pumping. I was reckless. She started rubbing her clit with both hands, her heels still sticking in the air.
I felt her orgasm coming and it brought mine with it. Her wail became a scream and I came deeply in her ass and her pussy exploded with juice. And before I could even extract myself, wanting more and more of her body, the Dark Lady suddenly laughed and slammed the door in our minds and we were suddenly alone.
Her feet in the air. My cock, softening, but still inside her ass. Her hands still on her pussy, sopping wet. Our individual lust still there I supposed, but no longer inside each other's minds. We didn't move at first. We were still coming down from our orgasms but the whole thing was beginning to feel unreal. Yet there I was still inside her ass.
Like Adam and Eve after the fruit, we suddenly felt naked.
I gingerly pulled out of her, and crawled up to lay beside her. She was about to start freaking out, and I knew I needed to take her in my arms before that happened. So I wrapped her up in my arms, our wet naked bodies sticking together, her head on my chest, and I waited.
It was more than a minute, maybe two, before she whispered, "What did you do to me?" It wasn't an accusation, but I suspected it would grow into one if I didn't have the right answer.
I couldn't say I was sorry because I was not sorry. When we were together before, like most married couples, our sex lives started out great and then had become stale, inhibited, self-conscious. What just happened was the opposite of that. And I wanted more. And I had seen inside her mind. She had wanted it too.
I had never fucked her that hard before. I had never been that deep down her throat. I had never been inside her ass. I had never watched her rub her own clit while we fucked. And yes, I wanted more. The only thing I didn't know was if we could do it all again without the Dark Lady's energy driving us, and the magical awareness of each other's minds and bodies. I suspected we could not.
