"And then what did he do?" I asked, my eyes wide.
Millicent averted her eyes. "Well, he said he just couldn't wait any longer. He tore off his apron, threw me over his shoulder, and carried me into the bedroom like a trophy."
"...and then what?"
"Sara! My, my, I'm sure you can figure it out..."
"Don't get bashful now! What happened? Tell me!"
She hesitated, but only for a moment. "He threw me onto the bed and ate me out. Then when I got close, he flipped me over and he made love to me from behind. It was just so primal and manly and passionate..."
"You're blushing."
She coughed and took a slow slip of her oolong tea. "It was quite memorable..."
I sighed. "That sounds like fun... I wish I had a husband like Erik. Or any husband. Or a boyfriend..."
"You'll find someone, Sara. You're a wonderful woman! You're intelligent, you're talented, you're beautiful. I'm sure there are plenty of men interested in you! In fact, Erik used to have a crush on you, before he and I met."
I perked up. "Wait, he did? He never told me that!"
"I expect he was embarrassed to tell you. It was a long time ago, anyways. Back when you two were in college."
"I had no idea! Really?" What a surprise! Erik and I had hung out a lot back when we were students together, but I hadn't ever noticed that he had a crush on me. Of course, I had been focused more on my drums than anyone or anything else. He was certainly attractive. Not only in looks, but hearing how he spoiled Millicent and devoted himself so much to her pleasure, it was impossible not to admire him, not to use him as my standard of what a good husband was like. Was it really possible he had been pining for me that whole time? He
had
given me a lot of backrubs...and he ate dinner with me a lot...and he always came to see me perform...
Oh.
"Don't tell him I told you," Millicent instructed me. "I think he'd be somewhat chagrined if he found out you knew."
"I won't," I assured her. I drank my coffee. What would have happened if he had asked me out back then? Would I have said yes? Would Millicent and I be switched right now, with me telling her all about my romantic, adoring, passionately horny husband while she moaned about a lack of good guys in her life? Or would I be at home right now, laying in our marital bed, Erik's face between my thighs, his tongue licking my clit as I moaned his name, hungry for his cock inside me?
"Sara?"
"What? Sorry, I spaced out."
"Yes, evidently. I was just saying I have to run. I've got a book club to go to. You're welcome to join me. We've been reading
The Master and Margarita
."
"I'm good, thanks. I've got a hot bath waiting for me at home."
"Alright." Millicent stood up and collected her things. "I'll see you next Saturday?"
"Sounds great! See you then!" She put away her empty cup and walked out the door towards her car. I held my coffee up to my face and inhaled its earthy, comforting aroma as it warmed my face.
So, Erik had a crush on me... I wondered whether he still did. Did he ever think about me while he was with Millicent? Did he wonder what life would be like had he asked me out and we ended up together? Did he fantasize about me, imagining what our sex life would be like?
When I went over to their house to swim and sunbathe and relax in their hot tub, was he comparing us side by side in our swimsuits? Did he wonder what I looked like underneath? Did he undress me in his mind, picturing my naked body? I bit my lip as I realized that I hoped he did, and I wasn't even sure whether I'd refuse him if he asked me to show him. I sighed. But the past was past. If I had ever had that chance, it was long gone now.
I set down my cup. Next to it lay a ring I hadn't noticed before. Had Millicent left it behind? I picked it up. The band was white gold, and it held several small diamonds in a channel setting, with a midnight blue sapphire for the center stone. It looked absolutely beautiful. I held it between my fingers, admiring it. It was impossible we wouldn't have noticed it when we sat down, let alone the entire time we had been talking.
I noticed an inscription inside the band and held it closely to read it. I nearly dropped the ring when I read, "To My Darling Sara." I looked around. Was I on a hidden camera show? Was my reaction being recorded right now, ready to broadcast on Youtube should it prove hilarious enough for the masses? Where had this ring come from?
I slipped it on to my left ring finger. I knew that I shouldn't, but I couldn't help but think how beautiful it would look on me. And I was right. It fit perfectly, too. I held up my hand to admire it and literally gasped at the sight. If this were a prank, it was a well-planned one. I should have just handed it to the cashier and told her that someone had lost it, washed my hands of it, and gone on my way, but I couldn't bear to take the ring off.
Had Millicent left this as a gift? She had never given me anything like this before, but where else could it have come from, why did it have my name on it, and why was it seemingly made for me?
I took out my phone and texted her. "Did you leave a ring behind?" About ten minutes passed before she replied, "No. Did you find one?" So it wasn't hers, then. I'd reply to her later, I decided.
So...we had a mysterious ring. It fit me. It was engraved for me, or at least, someone with my name. It appeared from nowhere, left by no one. Possibilities? A prank or a social experiment still seemed most likely. My reaction so far wouldn't entertain anyone, though. Was I supposed to return it in a test of honesty? The engraving and size could just be coincidental.
I went up to the cashier. "Has anyone come by who lost their ring? My friend found one earlier, but she had to run and she wanted me to check for her."
"No one's mentioned anything."
"If you hear anything, can you call me?" I wrote down my number and handed it over to him.
"Will do," he said with a nod. Well, I had done my due diligence. I stole another glance at the ring on my finger. Surely it couldn't hurt to hold onto it for a day. I'd wait and see whether anyone reported it missing, and in the meantime I'd keep it warm for them. It felt so comfortable and snug around my finger, like a missing puzzle piece had suddenly been found. Maybe I had a very wealthy and very stealthy secret admirer? I walked out of the cafe, half-expecting to be ambushed by camera crews admonishing me for my selfishness as I did so, but I was allowed to walk to my car unmolested.
My night passed by uneventfully. I took a bath, I made myself some simple sushi rolls for dinner with some miso soup and almond milk, and I watched a few episodes of television in my pajamas before getting ready for bed. The ring hadn't left my finger the entire time, and my gaze had only rarely left the ring. I didn't want to give it up. I hoped no one claimed it. Didn't I deserve a little gift from the universe to compensate me for my love life? I certainly thought I did. I turned off my lamp, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
I woke up. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my apartment. The second thing I noticed was that someone's arm was wrapped around me. The
third
thing I noticed was that that same someone had a raging chunk of morning wood jammed against my ass. Where was I? And whose dick was that?
Mister Morning Wood snored contentedly behind me. I gently lifted up his arm and slid out from under it before gracefully falling onto the floor. "Ow..." I crouched up and peeked over the bed at whatever criminal pervert had kidnapped me and brought me to his surprisingly well-decorated sex dungeon.
"Erik?" It couldn't be...but it was. His beard and mustache were gone, but it was him, sleeping peacefully. And stiffly, apparently... What the fuck was going on? And where was I? This wasn't Millicent and Erik's house. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My usual self looked back at me. Well, almost... My hair was longer, and I couldn't deny that my hips and stomach were a little...softer than they had been when I went to bed last night.
I didn't recognize my sleepwear either. I typically chose my pajamas for comfort. Not to appear in a Victoria's Secret commercial, which appeared to have been the intent of whoever had chosen my dark blue chemise nightgown. It looked good, at least. It was definitely sexier than anything I had owned, well, ever, and the white lace along the top drew the eyes straight towards my half-exposed breasts beneath. None of which explained why
I
was wearing it.
I noticed then that things felt much draftier than usual downstairs. I lifted up the nightgown for an instant before gasping and letting go. It fell back down, but not before I had gotten a clear view at my bare pussy. And I mean
bare
. I had been
shaved
?! Okay, that was it. I needed answers
now
.
I climbed into bed and started rocking Erik back and forth by his shoulders. "Erik! Erik! Erik, wake up!"
His eyes blinked open. "Good morning, darling. What's up?" he asked, his voice still gravelly and quiet. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, his hard cock palpable through the covers, his hand grabbing my ass possessively. "Don't tell me you're already frisky. Well, I'm ready if you are."
"W-w-w-wait!" I managed to stammer out. My best friend's husband was grabbing my ass! I pushed against his chest. His broad, hard chest. "What about Millicent?!"
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Who's Millicent? If this is a roleplay thing, you gotta give me the script first, darling. I can't improv at..." He turned to check the clock. "...seven in the morning."
"No, she's-" I stopped. Connections grew between the clues in my mind. I had woken up next to Erik. He called me darling. He treated me like I was his. He didn't know his wife's name.
And I was still wearing the ring.
No...this couldn't be possible... But no prank show could make my hair grow three inches overnight, or put a couple of pounds onto my ass. And no show could get Erik to grab aforementioned bigger ass and proposition me for sex. I hoped not, anyway. So the only logical conclusion was...I was insane. I had gone too long without any dick and I had snapped and gone crazy from sexual frustration and I was hallucinating all this.
"Are you okay, Sara? Did you have a nightmare?" Erik asked, his amber eyes filled with loving concern. He pressed his forehead to mine. "You don't have a fever. You want some water?"
"Y-yes, please."
"I'll be right back." He got out of bed, completely nude. Oh, wow... I felt slightly guilty staring at his package, still vividly erect, as it swung from side to side. But if I really had gone insane, it didn't hurt to stare, right? And if I hadn't gone insane...well, then what?
If I were sane, if this were really happening...were Erik and I...
married
?
