Wife Stories: Kristen

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The furnace is broken. But I've started a fire in the living room. We can go sleep on the sofa. It'll be warm." But my mother is not at home, and neither is the baby, because there is no baby. There was a baby, for a minute, but then it just went out. That’s the phrase my father uses: “It just went out.” At first I think he means that the baby got up and walked away. It takes me a minute to realize that he means the baby is dead. Trees burned with yellows, reds and oranges; a spectacular quilted patchwork of fire. Fields of wild grass were rich green, flourishing from autumn's rains.

Whatever the quality was, I loved it. It was hard not to love Michelle. She was even-tempered and sweet. She listened to the rules I laid down, selected those that suited her and blithely ignored the rest. I should have been angry at her but it just wasn't in me. She never did anything in spite. Hers was a rational assessment and a reasoned decision that I was wrong, therefore she didn't have to obey that particular rule.Michelle disappeared to change and brush her teeth. Dracula reluctantly got up and followed her. He looked tired. I headed to bed. Forced, reluctant, and rough one-shot. See tags for full kink list.) Language: English Words: 4,257 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 7 Kudos: 408 Bookmarks: 62 Hits: 32,447 I saw Kevin pause. He was my only employee, more a friend after so many years. As old as Methuselah, with a map of wrinkles on his weather-beaten face and squinting eyes that twinkled with amused intelligence, he was a fixture. He lived in a small cabin on the property, was fiercely independent and my confidant. His knowledge had saved me from financial disaster when I'd first bought the stables. When I informed her we'd have to share a bed while she shed layer upon layer of clothes in the hall, dumping them on the floor, her nose red and cheeks flushed, she simply said, "Kay," in easy acceptance.

I looked down. My eyes crossed. Plump hairless labia bulged around my erection. Her small clit pressed down. My erection looked huge between her thighs. It was so damned arousing! I glanced at her eyes, so observant and aware. There was no mischief, no smiles, no obvious artifice. A very pretty little ten-year-old girl was asking me quite honestly if I wanted to engage in sex with her. I smiled slightly. "I'm sure, but thanks," I said. Shuffling up slightly, her mouth touched mine, soft lips closed, pressing against mine. I closed my eyes and pulled her tighter to me, her sexy little body fitting me perfectly. I could feel her pussy pressed to my shaft. She was so sexy, so small, so desirable. Maybe that's why I was caught by surprise. A sudden blast of wind from a new direction coupled with my weakened state and I had no control. Tumbling off the peak, I rolled awkwardly down the roof and was launched into the air. The fall felt like forever. White blinded me. I hit the ground fifteen feet below hard enough to loosen my teeth, snow only partly cushioning my landing. But the shovel handle landing on my face did real damage. It slammed into my forehead and addled my brain, a burst of white-hot pain flashing through my head. Instead, I sat quietly, Michelle gently squeezing my crotch every time my erection pulsed. I rubbed her breast bud with my thumb, a gentle and arousing caress, and mentally begged her to do more. She didn't.

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Kay," she responded, her cold hand letting go of my erection. She rolled away from me under the quilt and wriggled. A hand tossed plain white cotton panties onto the top of the quilt. My heart raced. Lordy, she was naked under there! Michelle's mind wandered. A spark of excitement lit her up. That was it! Uncle Mitch missed having her in bed with him! It must be. Or . . . was she just imagining it? No! He missed her!!! Despite the cold, Michelle spent the afternoon in the stable brushing Kismet and sitting on the edge of her stall talking to her. I didn't mind being ignored. Her delight was beautiful to see.

My palm completely covered her pussy and mons and more. I caressed and saw her eyes narrow slightly. "How does this feel?" I asked. I was tempted to continue teasing her but she was just so excited. We'd spent hours putting up a real Christmas tree, something she'd never had in New York. She'd approached the duties of decorating it with seriousness and determination, instructing me and correcting my ornament placement with firm direction, "Don't put two of the same color together, Mitch!" and "You're supposed to put the big ones at the bottom and the small ones at the top." Then her eyes opened slowly. Pale olive green stared at me. I watched realization hit her; she was in my bed. She smiled softly. "Morning, Mitch." With Mitch behind her, she handed him the shampoo. "Will you wash my hair?" she asked. It was one of her favorite things. Mommy used to do it and it was so relaxing, almost as good as cumming. I'd held a small hand when a modest memorial service was conducted. I'd accepted her hard grip. She'd held onto me as if I'd disappear if she let go. I'd weathered her silent tears. And I had a burning need to ask, to know the truth.The emotions going through me were astonishing. I felt love and care. I felt responsible for her and that felt odd. I was stunned at how pretty she was in a delicate sort of way. And that scent did something to me; it touched me deeply. Miss Lange," Kevin greeted her with a smile. He liked Michelle. She was a sweet girl with rather penetrating eyes and an incurable curiosity.