Pandora�s Box

By

Donna M.

 

Life has many metaphors.  Some say it�s a wheel, bringing us back in a circle to where we began.  Others say it�s a series of rebirths; what we do with each one determines our happiness.  And still others compare life to the natural seasons; the spring of youth and formation, the summer of blissful and carefree indulgence, the autumn of deceleration and reassessment, and then the winter of ebbing destiny and endless regrets.  Some religions believe in Reincarnation and other forms of everlasting life. 

Jack didn�t give these metaphors or beliefs much thought.  He easily knew that most of what was special in his marriage had been lost over time, and he wanted everything back that defined his, circle or no circle. 

�Did you see this?� he said, handing the brochure they had received in the mail to Melody.

She took it and said, �It�s nice but it�s not our place, hon.� 

He knew what she meant, though her tone seemed to question why he even cared.  �You know our place is gone. This one looks like a carbon copy, except it�s a bit farther from the beach.�

�Would it really be the same?� she asked, and the answer didn�t have anything to do with real estate.  �Our place� was where they honeymooned twenty years before.  The rental cottage had been on the short and precious New Hampshire coastline.  It was rustic but they hadn�t cared.  The bed and the beach were all Jack and Melody cared about back then.  Especially the bed.  It�s not as if they were virgins.  Perhaps it was a mental thing (legitimacy?) or perhaps it was the brisk sea-salted air that had them fucking three, four or five times a day.  Sex then was more prevalent than eating.  These many years later, sex was an afterthought.  That�s probably how it was with many married couples.  The fire died.  Or it was tamped down to barely smoldering embers.  Jack wanted desperately to rekindle the fire, perhaps to save the marriage, but at least to return some of that warmth back into their lives.

He said, �That cottage is long gone. You know that. This place,� indicating the brochure, �may not be the same, but it�s close enough for me to want to give it a try. What do you say we take a ride up there next weekend and check out the place?� 

Melody reluctantly agreed, the moment still folded around a Thomas Wolfe sentiment.  So desperate to recapture what may have never been fully captured to begin with, Jack clung to his hope of going home again.  At least as �home� related to happier times.

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Jack contacted the agent who produced the brochure, only to be told it had already been rented.  �You don�t have anything else like it?� Jack asked, hoping the desperation wasn�t detected in his voice.

The agent said, �No, but I know a colleague who may have something. Let me get you her number.�  The colleague�s name was Liz.  It wasn�t until Jack mentioned �second honeymoon� that Liz sounded to him as if she finally got interested.  �I�m down to two rentals that may meet your requirements. Both are quaint and cozy,� she said, then chuckled, �which means they don�t have many modern amenities in realtor-speak. One is right on the beach, though I think you might prefer the other.�  She gave Jack an Internet address to review while they spoke.

Jack said, �What�s wrong with the one on the beach?�

�Oh, nothing really,� she answered.  Jack sensed much was left unsaid but didn�t press her.

While she described the preferred rental, Jack studied the web site write-up on the beachside cottage.  Finally he said, �Thanks for your suggestion, Liz, however I think we�ll take the one on the beach. It just reminds me a lot of our honeymoon cottage and I know my wife will agree. How much deposit do you need?� 

As they worked out the details, Jack couldn�t quite analyze what was strange about the entire conversation.  He didn�t hear deception in Liz�s voice but something was off.  Maybe it was simply the stress of being a realtor in this economy.  Whatever it was, the terms were exceedingly favorable so Jack agreed to send on a deposit to seal the deal.  Now all he had to do was convince Melody.  Unless the place was completely misrepresented to the point of being fraud�and his quick research of the Realtor indicated it was highly unlikely�Jack figured he had no reason to worry.  He knew Melody would balk at his agreeing to rent the cottage before discussing it with her, yet he also schemed that if he waited until after the check was in the mail she�d put up less of a fight.

Here was another metaphor, one Jack did ponder: marriage as a fight, a battlefield strewn with land mines, some lethal and some not.  How had they come to this stage, where it was so much easier to disagree than find common ground on anything?  That�s what he wanted out of a second honeymoon, finding the common ground once again.  Hopefully, passion would be a byproduct.

Melody hadn�t balked.  To her husband, perhaps an argument would�ve been better than her resignation, her �whatever� reaction.  Jack�s counter-reaction was to merrily put his full efforts into planning and packing for the week.  He bought her some gifts, a surprise for every day of their retreat.  One of them was a beautiful negligee that was so much like the one she wore on their honeymoon.  With everything straight out of a porn movie nowadays, he was surprised he found one so much like it.  Jack knew she�d still look good in it, since she had taken good care of herself and her shape.  He couldn�t wait.

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Unlike most areas along the short New Hampshire coastline, the cottage was far from the beaten path.  Both noted the distance from town and the uneven road surface rippled by many seasons of frost heaves and neglect.  Jack liked the idea of solitude.  Melody wasn�t as enthusiastic. 

�It�s too cold in here. Doesn�t anything work?� Melody said once they arrived and Jack couldn�t get the gas heater working.  She�d been pretty quiet since they pulled up and she saw the place.  Jack took her silence as a good omen, though he also worried that he was deluding himself.

�Don�t fret,� he answered cheerily.  �If I can�t get this thing lit, I�ll give Liz a call. In the meantime we�ll get a fire lit in the fireplace. You saw the wood outside?�

�I saw it, Boy Scout,� she said, shivering and clutching herself, looking to Jack as so much acting though he wasn�t about to say that to her and risk blowing the whole week before it began.

 He called Liz after discovering that the gas had been shut off at some unknown junction.  She advised him that it was a pilotless system and easy to start once the gas was back on.  She said she�d make the call right away and apologized for the oversight.  �It�s so late in the season I forgot about heat,� was her excuse.

Melody stopped complaining about the cold.  She unloaded provisions from their car as Jack set about bringing in already-split wood and starting a fire in the big hearth.  Since the stove was also gas fired, Jack explained that they could cook over wood in the large fireplace, trying to make the word �rustic� sound like �fun.�  Melody�s response was, �If that�s the case, we�re going to need some pots and pans that are more like cast iron than the ones supplied.  I�ll take a run into town in a little bit to get some.�  Practical as always, he thought.

�Town�s pretty far, you okay with the drive on these roads?�  The way she looked at him told Jack not to go there.  Instead, he went to her and hugged her tightly.  �Please be open to this, honey,� he said.  �We need a reset, a real second honeymoon.�

He felt her steel up before she relaxed and replied, �You�re right, sweetheart, we do need to rediscover�a few things.�  Their kiss suggested lost passion, and Jack�s enthusiasm for their first night here got a boost.  When Melody drove off to town, Jack perched in front of the fireplace and felt the heat that went beyond the fire�s physical convection.  When he heard a noise behind him he spun around to see a strange woman standing there.  �Who�what can I do for you?� Jack sputtered, unsure of just how to react to the stranger�s startling appearance.

�I�m sorry for scaring you like that,� she said in a sing-song voice that immediately appealed to Jack.  �I didn�t know someone was here, and I saw the flame, and thought��

�No, that�s okay,� he said.  Had Melody left the door unlocked?  �You look cold.  Why don�t you come here and warm up�unless you have somewhere else to go?�  Even as he patted the floor next to him, Jack wondered why he proffered the invitation.  He actually didn�t wonder for very long.  The woman was exceptionally beautiful and shapely, with a full mane of blond hair just windswept enough to add to her sexiness.

She accepted his invitation and sat next to him before the fire, telling Jack her name was Veronica.  �I feel warmer already, thank you,� she said, not the least bit shy about cuddling close to him.

�I take it you live around here?� he asked, still bewildered by her brazen intimacy.  He was so conscious of her beauty and her touch that he began to grow tumescent in spite of his bewilderment.

�Yes, I live up the beach.�  She then answered the unasked question.  �I worry about this cottage.  My last�boyfriend�stayed here a while; and I�d hate to see anything happen to the place, like burn down.�

�You live alone?� Jack asked, immediately feeling stupid, sounding like a blatant come-on.  When she said �boyfriend,� he would have sworn she nearly said �lover.�  What was happening to him?

She didn�t respond except to inch closer.  �I�m warm now, hot even,� she said while unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse.  She turned to him, and her look almost stopped his heart.  �You know, Jack, you look so much like Travis I grew breathless when I saw you sitting here in front of the fire.�

�I take it Travis is the boyfriend you mentioned.�

�Yes.  We�d make love right on this spot.�  Synapses misfired in Jack�s brain as Veronica, without another word, leaned over and set her lips on his.  To Jack, the kiss was more electrifying than any shock he�d ever received in his life.  Her tongue insinuated itself between his parted lips as one of her hands went to his crotch.  �Oh, Travis, are you ready for me?� she somehow whispered while still kissing him.

Jack was more than ready.  However some brain cells were still working as they should and he said, �I�m�not�Travis�and my wife�should be home�soon.�

�Too bad,� she said before rising to her feet.  Whether the �too bad� was for not being Travis or for the threat of his wife coming home, Jack couldn�t tell.  Veronica didn�t immediately re-button her blouse, so his eyes kept being drawn to the swell of her ample breasts.  It was a swell that held so much promise; and immediately forced Jack into guilt mode, especially since he still had an erection.

�Will I see you again?� he said, his dick still talking for him.

�I�m sure you will,� she said as she walked away and out of the cottage, leaving Jack with his tongue hanging out and his libido afire.  It took him a few minutes to regain his wits.  He dashed outside to see in which direction Veronica went but there was no sign of her.  He walked down to the windswept beach and saw no footprints.  Which way had she gone?  He numbly went back up to the cottage to find Melody unloading the car.

�Where have you been?� she asked in a huff.  �I get lost twice, and when I finally get here the place is dark, the fire nearly dead, and you�re nowhere around.  What the fuck, Jack?�  She didn�t know what to make of his unruly hair, his sandy shoes and wet trouser cuffs.  �It scared me.�

Jack was momentarily speechless.  He almost told her about Veronica but what would that do for him but bring grief?  �I�I thought I saw a�woman walking along the beach�and I�wanted to ask her about the place, the weather��

Melody looked at her husband with dumbfounded annoyance.  �Sometimes I don�t know what goes on in that brain of yours, but come on, give me a hand with this stuff, and please get that fire going again.�  He meekly complied and soon the supplies were stowed, the fire was roaring again and pots of food were precariously situated above the flames.  They ate with relish, and afterwards Jack presented the new negligee to Melody and urged her to put it on.  As she went to another room to change, Jack spread a slew of blankets around in front of the fireplace and stripped out of his own clothes.  He chuckled when Melody cried out, �Oh damn, I forgot we can�t shower until the gas is on!�  Jack assured her the gas would be on in the morning, and that he doubted she�d be gamey in just one day.  �You bastard!  Gamey?� she yelled but he heard her guffaw.

While waiting, Jack wondered how Melody would react to the sex he hoped they�d have.  Then his mind went back to Veronica, marveling at how close they�d come to having sex in this very same spot.  Veronica was now in his head; the promise her magnificent body held for him was overwhelming.

�My, my, you are horny aren�t you?� Melody said as she entered the room and saw his erection.   He looked down and was surprised at his sudden girth, unable to remember the last time he�d been this hard.  Melody looked great in the sexy nightgown, but Jack couldn�t shake the thought of how much better Veronica would�ve looked in it.  He drew Melody near as soon as she reclined next to him.  The lace thong panties that were part of the ensemble got pulled off without much forethought.  Actually there wasn�t much fore- anything.  Before Melody could protest Jack was between her legs and fucking her in manic thrusts, all the while imagining it was Veronica under him.  His climax came quickly and forcefully.

�What got into you?� Melody asked, visibly disturbed by his raw and selfish lust.

Jack knew she hadn�t come close to climaxing, so he sheepishly said, �I don�t know. Maybe the whole second honeymoon vibe got to me, especially with you in that negligee. Let me recuperate and I�ll take care of you this time.�

�Sure,� she said, but Jack knew that tone of voice; much to his chagrin, there�d be no more sex tonight.  For a while they sat together on the floor in front of the fireplace, though the small talk was no talk at all.  Jack�s thoughts kept drifting to the stranger.  Even in his younger days before marriage he never met a woman so beautiful and at the same time so obviously free with her sexuality.  He began to wonder if it had all been a dream. 

For the first time in nearly forever he had several erections during the night each accompanied by a dream of Veronica.  The settings in the dreams varied and were sometimes surreal, but in each one she screamed in orgasmic ecstasy while milking him dry.  In the morning Melody was up and about before him, so he simply had to masturbate; his ejaculations almost equaling the massive ones in his dreams.

The morning air was downright frigid, causing Melody to once more question Jack�s insistence on the time and place for their second honeymoon.  �Okay, we�re here,� she said, �so what do we do, sunbathe on the balmy beach? Play Scrabble twenty-four seven?�  Jack got more wood and started another fire while they waited for the gas to be turned on.  He busied himself with cooking breakfast in the fireplace as they had with last night�s dinner.

Despite Melody�s reticence she was slowly coming around to the honeymoon idea.  After all, she thought, it had been quite awhile since the last time she�d seen her husband so chipper, so enthusiastic about anything.  Like now�his insistence on cooking in the fireplace�he was acting like a big kid.  He hadn�t acted like a kid�spontaneous, fun, recklessly enthusiastic�in a long, long time.  She couldn�t explain his sexual mania last evening either.  She hadn�t been annoyed by his ardor per se, but once more he didn�t consider her needs, and that was what bothered her since considering her needs hadn�t been part of Jack�s modus operandi in quite some time.

By the time the gas was turned on, they�d finished breakfast.  �Hot water at last!� declared Melody as she went off to a long awaited shower.  Jack decided that in the meantime he would walk the beach, the underlying reason being to search for the mysterious Veronica.  She�d said she lived �up the beach� so he walked in the direction that made sense.  He gazed at the cottages he passed but basically didn�t know what else to do.  He chuckled�he wasn�t about to go knock on every door and ask for her, was he?

He saw a woman approaching from the opposite direction with the briefest of hope it was Veronica, but as she neared he saw she was much older.  They exchanged pleasantries, the woman eagerly introducing herself as Adelia Moore and pointing out where she lived after Jack introduced himself.  Adelia hoped the couple would enjoy their stay.  Jack pondered how to broach the subject, before he said, �Since you�re a year-round resident, maybe you know a woman that I met yesterday, said her name was Veronica?�

Adelia said, �No, can�t say that I do. You say she lives here?�

�That�s what she said. �Up the beach� was how she put it.�

She gave Jack a quizzical look then reiterated what she said.  She didn�t know any Veronica.  They talked for a while longer about the area, tourism in general and in respect to the New Hampshire coastline until she said she had to get going and they separated.  Jack kept walking along the beach, planning on giving Melody plenty of time alone to enjoy her shower and get comfortable in the cottage, hoping she�d warm to the idea of the week like the water warming in the water heater.

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Melody screamed when she came out of the shower and saw the stranger standing there.  He was younger than she was, about thirty, with curly black hair.  And he was naked.  Her second scream was basically a yell, shouting, �Who are you, and what are you doing here?� before fear took over and she said, �Don�t hurt me, please.�  The man didn�t move and didn�t respond until his penis did.  A tiny voice inside Melody was telling her to run, but a far more compelling voice was feeding her unexpected arousal.  He had a rather large member which once upon a time would have tempted a younger Melody.  She always liked the feeling of big ones in her when she was younger, she mused, and the fear was evaporating as fast as it arrived.

His member was half erect by the time he finally spoke, saying �Hi, Melody, I�m Patrick. May I shower with you? I�m cold and I need a hot shower.�

She ceased to question how the stranger got into the cottage, or knew her name, or why she wasn�t afraid, or why she suddenly shuddered as if her naked body was washed by a cold breeze.  Melody simply responded to the stranger�s perfectly sculpted body and innate sexual magnetism, tossed away the last wispy tendrils of fear, and invited the man into the shower stall with her.  She didn�t think about Jack.  She didn�t ponder infidelity.  She was like a sponge ready to absorb everything she needed, whether she realized it or not.

Patrick was a strong man of few words.  He washed her, paying particular attention to her suddenly aching breasts.  Melody softly moaned when she felt his fully tumescent shaft rub against her.  Even before he went there, she knew her pussy was aroused and well lubricated.  He easily lifted her and set her on his rigid member.  She felt impaled and not without a little pain, but it subsided as he rested her back against the shower wall and began fucking her in long, deep thrusts as her legs encircled him, urging him deeper still.  How this was happening eluded her sane mind.  She rode wave after wave of crashing sea until the biggest wave of all swept her away.

�Melody,� he cried out as he filled her full of his hot cum in several splendid spasms that stretched her vagina walls even more than his size had initially.

As they toweled dry.  Melody peppered him with questions about who he was and where he lived.  Patrick vaguely told her how he�d seen her the day before and felt as if he had to have her.  Melody clutched at the idea that a younger, virile man desired her and went to this extreme to take her, still rationalizing the animal magnetism she couldn�t otherwise comprehend.  After they were dressed, she begged him not to leave, oblivious to thoughts of her husband�s return.  As he walked to the cottage�s door, Patrick said, �I live just up the beach.  I�m sure I�ll see you again.�

She thought: you�re damned right you�ll see me again, as the post-orgasmic fire consumed her like it hadn�t for a number of years.

Jack noticed the change in his wife as soon as he returned to the cottage.  He knew something had happened but his mind couldn�t accept what his eyes were clearly seeing.  �Are you okay, honey?� was about all he could ask.

Melody looked at him and distractedly said, �What?  Oh�yeah�I�m fine.�

He knew she wasn�t �fine,� though if he hadn�t been vainly searching for the enigmatic, ethereal Veronica while lost in his own fantasies he would�ve recognized his wife�s glow and be turned on by it.  Instead, he ignored the obvious and said, �Are you hungry?� and not waiting for an answer, continued �Even though the gas is on I�ll be glad to cook.�

Glassy-eyed Melody wandered off to the bedroom while Jack set about making them a large lunch.  Whether it was the scent of sex in the cottage�s air or just the memory of voluptuous Veronica being so close to him yesterday, Jack was hungry in more ways than one.  He lost himself in the reverie which bulged his pants and made him hum. 

Oblivious to both food and her husband, Melody only thought of the mysterious hunk, Patrick, and what he�d done to her.  That�s the way she would always remember their lovemaking; ravaged and taken and left as a pillaged husk, and she wouldn�t trade the minutes of pure bliss for anything.  She was lying on the bed and masturbating without a conscious thought, sighing �Patrick� before she shivered in sweet climax.

Harboring a belief that the week would only get better, Jack grew hostile when his wife said she wasn�t hungry and wanted to be left alone.  He muttered to himself, calling Melody an �ungrateful bitch� under his breath as he sat at the small kitchen table and ate some of the food he�d just prepared, not really tasting it at all.

He was startled by a voice behind him that said, �Wow, that smells delicious!�  He pivoted quickly to see Veronica standing in the kitchen doorway, wearing a bikini with a beach wrap loosely worn over it but not covering much.

�You shouldn�t be here,� Jack mumbled, otherwise at a loss for words as he stared once more at the most beautiful woman he�d ever seen.

�Oh pooh,� she answered, �Aren�t neighbors welcome here?�

Not if they look like you, and not with my wife in the next room, he thought.

She put her hand out in a beckoning gesture.  �The last of the fog has burned off and it�s warmer than it has been in days. Why don�t you get your bathing suit and join me on the beach?�

�Okay,� Jack said, as if sunbathing with a beautiful woman not his wife was the most natural thing for him to do.  �I�ll be right out.�  He tip-toed into the bedroom and retrieved his swim trunks.  Melody looked to be sleeping, so he thanked his lucky stars and snuck back out.  Veronica was sitting on the sofa.

�You can put them on here,� she said, indicating his swim shorts.  �I�ve seen it all, let me tell you.�

Like a kid afraid of getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Jack glanced back at the closed bedroom door and nervously undressed.  Before he slid the trunks up his legs, Veronica murmured, �Nice.�  Jack looked down to see his cock swollen, and about a third of the way to a full erection.  He knew he was blushing as he quickly pulled the shorts the rest of the way up.

She took Jack by the arm and giggled. �This is going to be so much fun,� she said.  �I know the perfect spot for sunbathing�maybe I�ll even go topless. Oooooh, how bold of me!� she added as she pulled him along and out of the cottage to the beach.

The only thought besides Veronica that permeated his brain was how surprisingly correct she�d been.  It was warmer than earlier and warmer than it had been since he and Melody arrived.  He forgot about his wife, even the fact he was married at all, and followed Veronica down the beach toward a rocky outcropping he hadn�t noticed before.  When they passed the rocks they came to a section of beach more pristine than Jack could imagine they�d find, and was surprised to see a large beach blanket already spread out on the sand.

�See, I told you I knew a great spot,� she gleefully exclaimed as she pulled him down onto the blanket.

Jack looked around and realized they were completely alone; not another house or any people in sight.  He had to agree this was a great spot.  The rocks provided a modicum of privacy and also would shield them from any sea-breeze, which at this time of year could be a blessing.  Then his mind shut down as he watched Veronica casually undoing her bikini bra.

�There,� she said. �It feels good to be unencumbered. I hate bras.�  She smiled at the way Jack was staring at her breasts.  She waggled them a bit and said, �You like them?�  To Jack, that was a rhetorical question; they were the most beautiful breasts he�d ever seen.  No Playboy centerfold of his youth had finer breasts than Veronica.  They were lusciously round with large areolas, prominently pointed nipples, and slightly upturned; certainly no sag at all, looking quite firm.  As if she read his mind, she said, �You can touch them if you�d like. They�re real, and love to be touched by a strong man.�

She purred as Jack caressed and squeezed first one then the other.  Her areolas puckered and her nipples stiffened at his touch.  They were indeed firm, and now that he�d come fully erect, they weren�t alone.  She whispered in his ear, �God, I�m wet! Would you like to feel that too?�

He slid his hand under the waistband of her bikini bottoms and straight into heaven.  Her pubic mound was bald, her labia swollen, and she was wetter than wet.  She was so well lubricated his fingertip slipped easily between her labia to find her clitoris stiff and poking out like a tiny cock.

When he rubbed its little shaft between his thumb and forefinger, she inhaled a sharp breath before moaning, �Oh yes, oh yes�it�s too tender! I�m going to climax! Oh God��  Jack not only felt the convulsion that thrust her hips outward and curved her spine, but suddenly found his fingertips hit with a flood of her orgasmic juices.   With halting breath, Veronica begged him to take her.  Jack needed no further urging.  He slid his swimsuit off as she yanked her bottoms off in a lustful frenzy.  With nary a thought that anyone could be watching them on a public beach, Jack got between her spread and quivering thighs and slipped his amazingly rigid cock between her swollen, slippery and willing labia.  Even with all of her natural lubrication, he was still surprised by the tightness of her vagina.

As he began the rhythmic in and out movement as old as mankind, he looked at her face, so beautiful in the afternoon sun, with her eyes closed yet with lids fluttering while she moaned in pleasure, Jack felt like the luckiest man alive.  Here was a true goddess and he, a mere mortal, was fucking her.

The velvet vise of her vagina was taking its toll.  �I�m not gonna last,� he cried.

She cooed, �It�s�okay�I�m�just�about�THERE!� when she arched her back, bucked her hips wildly and pulling him deeper.

Her pulsating vagina walls drew rope after glorious rope of cum from him, mixing his hot output with hers in a sensual soup for the ages at the door to her womb.

When he fell onto his back, Veronica told Jack that he was the �best lover ever.�  He was still overcome by the incredible luck in having sex with a gorgeous woman like Veronica.  Jack didn�t really know how he classified as her best ever, but he would proudly accept the accolade; all thoughts of who she was and where she came from lost on the shore wind.

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Melody hadn�t wanted to talk to her husband so she feigned sleep when he came into the bedroom.  She thought she heard a woman�s voice but she must have dreamt that part.  She did sleep for a while, so when she felt the bed move and heard the bedsprings squeak, she was ready to acknowledge her husband now that thoughts of Patrick had drifted away like the remnants of a dream after one awakes.  She whispered, �I�m hungry now.�

The answering voice was not her husband�s.  �Are you hungry for me?�

She was jolted, fully awake now.  �Patrick? What are you doing here?� she said, before realizing he was naked, and his erection brushed against her.  �You can�t be here! My husband is in the next room. How did you get by him anyway?�

�Your husband isn�t here. Besides, you know how much you want me; how much you�ve wanted me since the last time.�  She surrendered when he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply.  She felt him dry-humping her, rubbing his substantial manhood against her groin, which brought an involuntary moan from her otherwise occupied lips.

She willingly allowed him to undress her.  Viewing his perfectly sculpted body, muscles rippling as he moved between her parted thighs, brought her a mini-orgasm.  She�d never experienced one so intense so quickly without one iota of foreplay.  Moments later his expert tongue pushed her over the cliff for good.  She was soaked and screaming as he moved up to be on top of her; her legs wrapped around his torso, and her vagina nearly sucking his length into her like she had internal vacuum.  He fucked her hard.  Her orgasm had no end.  She screamed in the purest pleasure imaginable as he enveloped her in the cocoon of his strong arms and impaled her upon his magnificent plunging and thrusting shaft.  When he came it felt as if a flow of white hot lava had scorched her cervix.  Any observer would have thought it was impossible for her to scream any louder, but she did.

It took her a long time to come down from the highest of highs, firmly held within the strong arms of her mysterious virile lover.  �Oh my God!� she exclaimed, �I�ve never been laid like that.�

�Perhaps I can make the next one even better,� he whispered.

Melody moaned and repeated �Next one� before she moaned again, her pussy still in flames.  By the time she repeated his word �Better,� Patrick was spooning behind her and easing his cockhead between her wet and swollen labia.  She groaned then muttered �Oh my God� once more, not able to comprehend that he was hard again so soon�for her!  With his hands firmly holding her hips, he slid in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm.  To Melody it was heaven until it seemed more like teasing.  �Harder�Jesus!  Harder!� she cried.  Patrick obliged, her ass shaking and quivering on every powerful slam.  Her orgasm ramped up until she exploded and her scream echoed through the cottage.

Patrick carried the near comatose Melody to the shower.  In her dazed mind, Melody thought I could get used to this, as he bathed her tingling body.  Once out of the shower, and regaining some post-orgasmic equilibrium, she began hammering him with questions.  He remained playfully evasive, only saying he lived in the area and found her irresistible.  �We�ll do this again,� he said, without hesitation and without sounding arrogant to Melody�s ears.  Of course to Melody in her post-coital state of bliss, her new, young lover could say anything and it would sound wonderful.

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Jack lost all sensation of time passing, even after Veronica left him following a last kiss and a wave goodbye.  He didn�t know, nor did he really care how long he remained there in the beach�s nook by the rocks, naked with dried cum caking on his satisfied cock.  He whispered her name and nearly fell asleep before the thought of the consequences if Melody, or anyone else for that matter, saw him like this.  He finally roused himself and put his swim shorts back on; emerging from what had become a temporary love nest to realize the air was much colder than before.  He wondered anew how it could have been as warm as it had been when they arrived.  Then he pictured Veronica in and out of her bikini and the air temperature ceased to matter.  He walked toward and into the frigid water, which thankfully killed his newest erection while hopefully rinsing the smell of sex from him.

When he got back to the cottage he was surprised that Melody was gone.  The car wasn�t, so Jack assumed she was walking the beach looking for him.  He was half right.  He was thankful she hadn�t found him with Veronica.

Melody returned an hour and a half later.  She brushed off her husband�s questions about where she�d been as she brushed the sand from her feet.  He saw how disconcerted she looked but any questions he asked her about what was going on were left unanswered.  Jack withdrew into his memory of making love to Veronica on the beach, slightly troubled by her elusiveness, and of course having no clue to his wife�s similar dilemma.  

As Jack had earlier, Melody walked the beach, questioning everyone she met about Patrick.  Nobody knew a Patrick anywhere in town, let alone along this stretch of beach.  Could she have gotten his name wrong?  As great as the sex had been, she began feeling uneasy about him and his motivation.  She wasn�t trim and young anymore, so what did a virile young man see in her besides an easy lay?  Was that all she was, a conquest to be bragged about?

Jack began to feel similarly uneasy.  Who was Veronica and where did she really come from?  He figured she was so gorgeous she could get any man she wanted.  Why him?  Was it a game with her?  He couldn�t help himself; regardless of his questions he grew erect thinking about the beautiful, voluptuous woman he�d unimaginably made love to.

The rest of the day and through dinner Jack and Melody remained lost in their solitary worlds as they silently orbited around each other.  Later in the evening as they sat apart before the fire, Jack suddenly said, �I think we should leave, go home, right now. Something�s wrong here.�

Melody felt as if her heart skipped a beat.  She thought: does he know about me and Patrick?  �This was your idea after all, and now you want to leave? Yeah, something�s wrong�has been for a long time.�

Even as he understood what she was saying, he was nonetheless stung by her words.  �Are you saying it�s all my fault, whatever is killing our marriage?�

Melody�s face fell, looking to Jack as if she was about to cry.  She said, �You don�t understand. You can�t kill something that�s already dead. But I�m not blaming you. We�re both equally at fault for not working hard enough at making each other happy.�  She thought of Patrick, not only knowing what she needed, but working hard at giving it to her.  She remembered the amazing orgasms and trembled noticeably.  Part of her didn�t want to leave; however she did have the same misgivings as her husband.  The sex�Patrick�was too good to be true, though she couldn�t imagine his incentives beyond the obvious.

�We can work things out, sweetheart, but let�s do it at home,� Jack said, reaching to her to take her hand in his, not surprised to find she was trembling.  He�d never seen her this down, this lost before.  And then he wondered if he�d actually been paying attention to her in the first place.

Melody finally met his eyes and said, �You know how we used to play charades? We were never very good at that game, unable to figure out what the other was trying to get across. Well, we�re still not very good at it, are we?�

Jack became upset with himself.  He knew he should take his wife into his arms and console her, assure her of his love.  But thoughts of Veronica intruded and he couldn�t do it.  In disgust, he said, �Let me call Liz and see about leaving early�getting some of our fee back, I hope. This place was a bad idea. We need to get away from here to make things better between us.�

�It�s not the place, Jack, it�s us, so what does it matter where we are?�

�It does,� he muttered.

�Then call Liz and be done with it. I�m going for a walk.�

Melody pulled on a sweater and walked out and down to the beach. She was met by a chilly sea-breeze and castigated herself for not wearing more.  Her anger at Jack softened as she walked.  She knew he was trying; this honeymoon idea really wasn�t a bad one, and if Patrick hadn�t shown up to fuck her silly, things might have improved between her and Jack.

She walked past a derelict boat house she couldn�t remember seeing before.  Suddenly a voice startled her out of her reverie.  �Are you looking for me?� said the voice.  It was Patrick.

�What are you doing here?� Melody said, a little of her earlier anger finding its way to her voice.  �You stalking me, looking for more of your sex games?  Haven�t had enough of teasing the old lady, is that it?�

Patrick approached from the boathouse to stand near her on the beach.  He smiled and said, �I didn�t think it was teasing�or games. I thought you got exactly what you were looking for. Your orgasms sure told me that.�

He was right, and she knew he knew it.  God, he�s so damn gorgeous she thought as, in spite of herself, her panties got wet.  In a trance she allowed him to lead her into the boathouse.  A large blanket was spread across part of the floor, as if he anticipated everything.  Was she that easy to manipulate?  Melody was afraid of the answer even as he began to undress her.  Strangely, she wasn�t cold anymore.  He got her onto hands and knees and took her from behind.  He wasn�t gentle.  As her anger�at Jack, at her married life, at herself�blossomed she moved more violently than he did.  Ass ferociously met pelvis with a slap-slap-slap that echoed through the boathouses interior.  His stamina proved amazing to her; she knew Jack would�ve ejaculated by then.  Incredibly Patrick began fucking her harder, so forcefully that her knees came off the floor on each thrust.

She screamed out in climax but he kept up the rapid pace, giving her a succession of orgasms she never thought possible.  He kept going.

Her vagina and her knees hurt like hell by the time she whispered, �Are you gonna cum?�

His laugh sounded hollow and distant.  �Why? Don�t you want it to go on forever?�

�You�re hurting me,� Melody whimpered.

Slap-slap-slap-slap�

To her it seemed like forever until Patrick grunted and coated her sore vagina walls.  She ached so badly that she didn�t acknowledge him, saying nothing while he pulled out and got dressed.  She must have slept for a short while, for the next thing she knew she was cold and alone.  She got dressed on wobbly knees and stumbled out of the boathouse.  She noticed the place looked much different now that the notion of romance was quashed.  She flopped to the wind-swept beach and cried.

�

Jack considered how predictable things became.  Within minutes of Melody leaving the cottage, Veronica was there.  He heard no door.  Nor any footsteps.  Suddenly she walked up behind him and whispered, �I need you, Jack.�

Impossibly, she was even more beautiful than before.  He felt the stirring in his pants that was truly involuntary, he realized, now that he saw things in a different light.  He said, �Why?�

With a puzzled look, she said, �Why what?�

�Why do you need me?� Jack asked, gauging her reaction.

�Don�t you want me?� she asked, obviously evading his question.

�Oh, I want you all right,� he said, his erection like an exclamation point.  �It�s why you want me that�s of interest today. Why?�

�You�re my lover, Jack darling. I want you all the time.�  While speaking she was unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her beautiful, firm breasts.  He was losing the battle of wills.  He caressed her now bare breasts, as they both sank to their knees and she unfastened his pants, releasing his hard, aching and eager manhood.  He didn�t�couldn�t�stop her from taking him between her parted lips and into her mouth.  He was staggered by her deep-throating ability, thinking that he saw her throat muscles move in a surreal way every time she took him in completely.  He�d never experienced fellatio as spectacular as this before.  He was buried practically to her tonsils when he came, not able to hold it a second more.  Not only did a gush of semen spurt out past her lips, Jack swore he saw some spout from her nose at the same time!

The otherworldly aspect of the blow job was magnified when she let him slip from her lips then moved up to kiss him.  After his cum explosion, he expected her lips and face to be splattered, but not a drop showed.  He never saw her swallow.  She didn�t cough or suppress a gag reflex either.  It was if he hadn�t cum at all.

�Kiss me and make love to me,� Veronica crooned, �I�m wet for you, like always.�

Enough of his brain cells worked that his doubts took hold and he pushed her away.  �I�m lost and I don�t know what�s happening or why, but you can�t be real�this is all wrong. You�re�wrong!�

She gave him a coy look and said, �Now, now my love,� pointing to his still exposed and re-rising cock, while continuing �I thought you enjoyed what I�ve been doing for you.�

He said, �That�s it. You�re doing things TO me, not WITH me. It�s like a witch�s spell.�

�Do you think I�m a witch?� she asked, smiling.

�I don�t know who�or what you are, but I know I don�t want to see you again.�  He turned away as he pulled up his pants.  When he turned back to face her she was gone.  He dashed to the cottage�s door and looked about, not seeing her.  He ran down to the beach and glanced in both directions.  She was gone.  Vanished.  And maybe never there to begin with.

�

When Jack saw his wife approaching along the beach, taking in her disheveled state and blank stare, he had enough new insight to realize that what happened to him had most likely happened to her too.  He waited for her to walk up to him and then took her in his arms.  Wordlessly, he guided her to the cottage and sat her in front of the fire he just built to warm himself.  He quickly brewed some coffee the way she liked it, handed her the mug before sitting next to her.  Remembering all the great times he and Melody spent together, he hated himself for surrendering to Veronica, or whoever she was.

After the coffee warmed her inside as the fire did outside, and after several minutes of heavy sobbing, Melody told Jack about Patrick and how she�d fallen for the stranger and how ashamed of herself she was for it.  Jack then confessed about Veronica, explaining as best he could his theory of the unexplainable.

�They weren�t real. We invented them to meet our needs. Maybe this place has some sinister magic that facilitated the process, but we made them.�

�Are they ghosts?�

Jack shook his head.  �No, not ghosts,� he said. �You know the Jewish mud-man story�the golem?�

Melody nodded.  �It was something like a creation made to do the creator�s bidding, or whatever.�

�Close enough. I�m thinking maybe Veronica was something like that, or maybe like the myth of Pandora, with Patrick being her male alter-ego. In this case, instead of Hephaestus molding her to be the first woman, with a multitude of gifts to give a man, I molded Veronica in a mistaken impression that she could �gift� me with things you couldn�t. I was stupid, and I don�t know how I�ll ever make it up to you.�

She rested her head on his shoulder.  �But you figured it out. I was stupid too. I fell for what I created and never saw the unreality of it all, even after he stepped over the line and hurt me.�  Melody raised her eyes to meet his.  �Do you think I made it happen like that? Like I wanted to be hurt�be punished?�

�Don�t think like that.�  Jack sighed and then said, �If you still want to be married to me, I�ll try harder to give you what you want�what you got from Patrick�� his voice trailed off.

She was crying again.  He held her quietly.  Eventually, she stopped and said, �You�ve always given me what I need, it�s just sometimes I feel so�irrelevant�so extraneous, like I�ve served a purpose but the purpose isn�t about me.�

He thought about how easily he�d taken from Veronica without giving anything in return. �Honey, I promise to not make you feel irrelevant. You definitely are relevant to me. I love you. Help me be more like Patrick.�

She placed a finger at his lips to quell his chatter as she said, �I don�t want you to be Patrick. I want you to be Jack�but the Jack I married.�

Their kiss was like the old days.  She was still sore so they didn�t make love, simply sitting there before the fire, soaking up its heat as well as their love for each other, glowing once more like the logs in the fireplace.

�

They made a deal with Liz on the unused portion of the rent, and left for home the next day.  Though they didn�t blame the cottage for what happened, like a version of a haunted house, Jack remembered Liz�s chilly reaction to him wanting this particular cottage.  Perhaps some form of evil synergy had been in play and locals suspected it.  They�d probably never know.

As they drove away, Melody espied the collapsed roof of the old boathouse.  Had she really been inside that deathtrap or had she only imagined the whole thing?  The soreness down there surely meant it wasn�t all her imagination.  Patrick had seemed real enough, so could he have been like Jack said, some form of physical creation that sprang from her mind?  Thinking of his Pandora metaphor, would she be able live up to his ideal that turned into Veronica?

As they neared their home, she thought: Husband, you�ve opened Pandora�s Box in more ways than one.

In spite of the soreness, she was horny again.

 

Donna M.

 

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