Wilson's Hard Lesson (100 page)

Carl immediately stopped his thrusts and leaned over her
with one hand either side of her head, taking the moment of interruption to get
his breath back as well as frowning with an obviously confused expression on
his face.

“Was…was that the doorbell?” Anna asked with a little whine
of frustration, wishing he could carry on moving. She’d been almost there and
now it appeared she was going to have to wait.

“It certainly was,” he mumbled, still breathless.

DING DONG!

And there it was again. Whoever was out there was nothing if
not persistent.

“Just ignore it,” she begged of him, needing him so badly
now. She thrust her hips up a little to try and encourage him to move again.

He frowned and shook his head. “It’s probably just Jehovah’s
Witnesses or something.”

“Exactly. So ignore it and they’ll go away.”

“Or they’ll keep ringing. My car’s outside and the lights
are on…”

“You could just be ignoring them. Which you are.”

DING DONG!

Carl groaned and got up off the bed, slipping out from
inside of her and pulling on a pair of boxers. “I’ll just answer the door and
tell them to go away. I’ll be back in a second.”

“Carl!” Anna pouted.

Except he wasn’t back in a second. Or a minute.

Anna lay there, in the quiet of his bedroom, the sheet still
covering her nakedness, her legs all spread apart and waiting for him to return
and finish what he started.

She could hear voices coming from downstairs. His voice, and
one other’s. A woman’s, by the sound of things. Whoever it was, wasn’t just
going away.

She sighed and got slowly out of bed, finding her T-shirt
and a pair of shorts and putting them on to go down and see what was happening.

As Anna crept down the stairs, the voices got louder and she
could hear snippets of what they were saying, heated and emotional. 

"How could you possibly think this was okay?" She
heard Carl retort angrily. 

"It was for the best! I can explain everything,"
the woman answered. 

"Then you'd better start explaining, because I am so
confused right now, Sarah, I don't know what to think!" 

Sarah. 

Anna froze a little when she heard that name mentioned, her
heart leaping into her chest. Then she rushed into the living room where they
were talking, both dreading the news and desperate to learn it. 

Carl and the woman both turned to look at her. 

She saw the woman visibly recoil and take a step back.
"Who...who's this?" She looked at Anna then back at Carl accusingly.

"This is Anna," he said with a gentle sigh.
"My...my potential new wife."

"New wife? Wow, you moved on quick. Two minutes ago you
were telling me you were heartbroken."

"I was heartbroken! I was devastated! I still
am!" 

"Obviously not that devastated," she scoffed.
"And anyway, there's no need to be anymore, because I'm back." 

"Yes...yes, you are," Carl mumbled slowly, then
turned to Anna with both a guilty and troubled expression on his face, as if he
didn't have the faintest clue what to do now. "Anna, this...well...you've
probably worked it out already but...this is my wife...Sarah." 

Anna gulped, then gave a small nod, looking over at the
woman who was potentially about to turn all her dreams upside down. "S-so
you're...n-not...dead..." 

"No. Not a ghost either."

"But I buried you, Sarah!" Carl insisted, still
obviously very confused about the whole thing, just as Anna was. "I buried
you six feet under! I was at your funeral!"

"Did you have an open coffin?" Sarah asked. 

Carl looked baffled. "Well...no, but I saw your body. I
found your body!" 

"Did you?"

"Yes of course I darn well did!" He raised his
voice a little. 

Anna hesitantly put her hand on the small of his back but he
stepped away and began pacing up and down. 

"You said you could explain everything. Go on
then!"

"Not here," Sarah mumbled, looking at Anna.
"Not right now."

"What did you come here for then? If not to
explain?"

"To let you know I wasn't dead, and that I want to
still be your wife...I want things to be like they were before. I want to get
to know my son."

"Anna's bonded with your son more than you ever did!
You weren't there for him! Where were you?"

Sarah seemed to get flustered then, her cheeks going red as
she turned and headed for the door, taking out a piece of paper and smacking it
down on the coffee table. "That's my new number. Call me and we'll arrange
to meet up. Just us. Not her." 

She glanced over at Anna again with a look of jealousy and
then rushed out of the house the same way she'd come, slamming the door behind
her in a whirlwind. She'd been and gone so fast that in the utter silence that
followed her exit, both of them stood there as if they weren't quite so sure
whether any of that had actually been real or not. 

“Wh-what are you going to do?” She asked him hesitantly.

He couldn’t look at her, his eyes down at the floor, his
brow furrowed and his shoulders tense. “I…I don’t know,” he mumbled, shaking
his head.

He walked away then, leaving her standing there in shock and
confusion. She heard his heavy footsteps going up the stairs and closing the
bedroom door behind him. It was safe to say there wouldn’t be any more sex that
night, she thought to herself slightly bitterly, then gave a heavy sigh.

She made sure the front door was locked, then headed
upstairs too, this time taking the spare room again and shutting herself in,
hugging her knees as she lay in bed with tears prickling her eyes, staring at
the wall ahead in the darkness and wondering what would become of her
blossoming love with Carl and her hopes of a perfect, happy family with him and
Jason now that the old love of his life had walked right back in.

For the next two days Carl was, not surprisingly, extremely
distant.

Although he smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek and
attempted to make an effort, she could tell he was strained, and that he had a
lot on his mind.

“You don’t have to sleep in the spare room, you know,” he’d
said to her.

“It’s fine,” she’d told him gently. “You need space. You
need time to think.”

But when he came back from the meeting, he seemed lighter,
less troubled, as though some weight had been lifted off his shoulders. 

Anna had been fretting about it all day, trying to immerse
herself in taking care of Jason and making him laugh, hoping that the smiles
and giggles of the beautiful baby boy would lighten her heart too, but when she
thought about the fact that she might not ever see him again after this weekend
was over, she couldn't help but be dragged down by her sadness once more.

"How was your day?" He asked casually, as if he'd
just returned home from a day at the office and everything was normal. He
leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. There'd been less of that in the
past couple of days, so it gave her some hope at least. 

Then he took her by the hand and led her over to the couch,
where Jason was lying on his mat on the floor, rolling around without a care in
the world. 

They both sat down. 

"It was okay," Anna answered, trying to sound
positive. It didn't matter about her day. She wanted to hear about his, and
they both knew that so, obviously with some trepidation and with a heavy sigh
and pain in his voice, Carl began to speak, recounting what Sarah had told
him. 

"The body I found that day wasn't hers..."

"I guessed as much," Anna mumbled. 

"Yeah, me too. I think I just didn't want to believe
she'd do something like that though."

"What did she...actually do?"

"The part about her getting into debt with some dealers
was all true, but one of her friends had helped her to pay it off. Turns out
that friend also helped her fake her death. She's a paramedic. Stole a
body."

"Oh my gosh..."

"I know. It was a Jane Doe. No known friends or family
and just fresh in. They beat the corpse to beyond recognition then dressed it
in Sarah's clothes and jewellery. They had the same color hair, similar style.
It was enough to be able to fool me apparently. I feel like such an
idiot." He tutted and shook his head. "Didn't even recognize it
wasn't my own wife."

"No, no, don't say that. Why would you? I mean, it's
not like you were expecting her to fake her own death! It's not like you were
looking out for clues or things out of the ordinary, you just saw what your
eyes wanted to see, what they expected you to see and what made sense given the
context."

Carl's frown softened a little as he thought about what Anna
had said, then gave a small nod. "I,...I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right." She took his hand and gave
it a squeeze, then gently said, "carry on."

He took a moment to compose himself before continuing
speaking. "When I called in the death, this friend of hers made sure she
was working that night and that her ambulance was close enough in the area to
be the one to take the call and make the pick up, so that no one else would
notice the body had been dead for longer than it had been lying there. I mean,
I wouldn't have been able to tell, not being a medic but...I guess other
medical type people would. Then, instead of taking the body to the hospital,
they took it somewhere else. They knew I couldn't ride with them in the
ambulance because I had Jason."

"Wait, what about the other people in the ambulance?
There's normally more than one."

"Ha no. Sarah was driving the ambulance and this friend
of hers was the one who came in to get the body. I was too stressed out to
think about how many people there were."

"Understandable. I hope this so called friend is gonna
get fired over this."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure of it," Carl gave
a short, bitter laugh. 

"And what about the funeral?"

"I buried the Jane Doe. Her face was too battered to
have an open coffin so we didn't..." 

"But why?" Anna asked with a frown. "Why did
she do it? Why go to all that trouble to fake your own death? It sounds like a
really detailed plan. They must have planned it in some depth."

"Yeah, apparently they did. And the reason why
was..." Carl sighed. "Well...Sarah thought Jason would be better off
without her in his life."

"Okay but why didn't she just leave you like any normal
person?"

"Because of the people she owed money to. If she was
believed to be dead, they couldn't come after her, and then she wouldn't have
the pain of having to break up with me, and Jason could grow up believing his
mother had died rather than abandoned him."

"So why did she come back?"

"She got clean. Got off all the drugs, got herself a
job, and decided she wanted to make another go of things with me." 

Anna nodded a little and took a moment to take everything on
board. Her head was swimming and she still had a dozen questions about Sarah
and her crazy faked death, but that could all wait for some other time. Right
now, she only had one question. 

"And what did you say?"

"I said no," Carl answered immediately. "I
know I've been a bit distant recently and I've needed a few days to get my head
around this but...it wasn't actually that hard to make a decision in the end. I
don't think I want someone in my life who thinks it's okay to do that, no
matter how much I love them. I don't want someone who thinks it's okay for them
to fake their own death, lie to me, break my heart like that, abandon me, then
just waltz back into my life and expect everything to be normal, for me to just
take them back. Well, it doesn't work like that. I can't do it, Anna...and
besides," he added with a small smile, running his thumb over her
knuckles. "I've fallen for you pretty hard."

“That’s good, Carl…because I’ve fallen for you too.”

And with that, they both leant in to press a gentle and much
needed kiss to one another’s lips.

Carl choosing her had been such a relief that she just
wanted to curl up in his arms that first night…to kiss him, cuddle him, tell
him she loved him and would never leave him like Sarah had.

That following morning though, when they woke up in each
other’s arms and Carl had a little bit of an erection, she couldn’t help but
want him. It had been days since their last sexual encounter, the fateful one
that was interrupted by the unexpected arrival of Sarah on their doorstep.

She leaned in and started kissing his lips, slow and gentle
at first.

He groaned and pulled back. “I haven’t brushed my teeth,
don’t kiss me…”

“I haven’t brushed mine either,” she chuckled.

“I don’t mind yours.”

“Well, I don’t mind yours. You don’t have stinky breath,
it’s fine, just come here…”

He relented, and they began to kiss, his arms going around
her shoulders and pulling her on top of him.

She sank her fingers into his soft, silky hair and moaned
against his lips, slipping out her tongue and grinding her hips into his
growing erection.

“You want this?” He murmured, pushing his hips up.

“Mmm,” she nodded and moved down to kiss at his neck. “I
want it in my ass.”

She felt him tense up and give a little gasp of surprise,
then she giggled and raised her head to look at his surprised expression.

“Are you serious?” He looked at her.

“Yep.”

“You wanna try anal?”

She nodded and rolled off him onto her back, spreading her
legs a little and trying to give him her best seductive expression. It was
something she’d never really practiced before, having not had many boyfriends,
but she tried her best and it seemed to work.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He looked at her
seriously for a moment, as if she’d just asked him to help her murder someone,
not for him to stick his dick in her butt.

“Yes, yes, of course,” she answered, a little impatiently.
She was wet and desperate for him already, her legs starting to part and her
insides squirming. If he hesitated and made her wait any longer, she’d change
her mind and just want him inside the regular way, seeing as she imagined that
would probably bring her more direct pleasure. She’d never been an ace at
science but as far as she could remember there were no pleasure sensors inside
the ass for women, unlike guys who had all the fun.

“We’ll take it slow, okay?” He looked at her intently. “And
if I’m hurting you at any point, you can tell me and I’ll stop right away.”

“How should I let you know?” She asked with a smile,
reaching for the bedside table and bringing out some lube, not wanting to waste
any more time. They’d already been interrupted once; she wasn’t about to let it
happen again. “Should we have, like, a safe word or something? How kinky do you
want our future sex life to be, husband?”

She thought she saw his cheeks flushing slightly at that,
and she enjoyed the sight of it. “I uh…I don’t know…wife.”

“I’m just teasing you,” she laughed and leaned in to kiss
him on the nose, then handed him the lube. “I guess you’re going to need to use
this.”

“Yeah, I didn’t need it last time, you were so wet,” he
chuckled.

“I am right now,” she admitted, wiping a couple of fingers
between her legs and giving a soft moan of pleasure.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to uh…”

“You can touch me while we do it.”

“Have you ever done this before?” He asked intently, sitting
up on his knees, already very hard and obviously quite excited at the prospect.

“No. Have you?”

“Once or twice.”

“Is that secret code for ‘absolutely loads’?”

Carl blushed and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, being
very gentle and loving with her.

“You don’t have to be so careful, y’know,” she smiled,
although it was nice to have someone who very obviously cared about her, she
didn’t want their sex to be ordinary all the time. A bit of spice now and then
wouldn’t do any harm. “I’m not that fragile. I won’t break.”

“Alright uh…let’s see…okay, we need to prep you first…make
sure you’re nice and relaxed before I put anything too large in there.” He
glanced down at his throbbing eight-inch member then smirked back up at her.

“Okay, how do we do that?” she asked.

He grabbed the pillow he’d been sleeping on. “Lie on your
belly and put this under you…like uh…under your belly, to raise your hips and
your butt up a little.”

She nodded and did as she was told, with Carl helping to
slowly ease the pillow underneath her. She shuffled around a bit and got comfy.
It was actually pretty relaxing so far.

Once she was in position, Carl took hold of her thighs and
gently parted her legs, pushing them wide apart, getting himself on his knees
in between them. She kept them spread nice and wide, bending her knees slightly
so she could get comfortable again.

“Good,” he crooned softly, running his hand up and down her
thigh. “Mm, I’ve got a great view from here,” he added with a chuckle.

She smirked and turned her head a little to look back at him
over her shoulder, sitting up on her elbows. “Yeah? What can you see?”

“Mmm…glistening pussy lips…all wet and dripping for me…and
your cute little butt cheeks. They’re perfect. I bet you’re going to feel so
tight around me.”

She shuddered slightly at the hot, breathless way in which
he was talking. She’d never heard him talk dirty like that before but it was a
real turn on.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she murmured back
softly.

“Mm well, you’re gonna have to wait a little while longer.
Just be patient. I want to try something out.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes and relax. Just settle down.”

She nodded and settled onto the pillow, resting her arms
down too.

Carl placed both his hands on the cheeks of her ass and
separated them, then leaned down and pressed his face into the crack, sticking
out his tongue and licking at the tight band of muscles that made up her hole.

Anna squeaked and lurched forward slightly at the warm, wet
sensation. “What are you doing?”

Carl chuckled and gave one cheek of her butt a little
squeeze, the pillow preventing Anna from moving too far up the bed anyway.
“Just relax,” he told her. “I think you’ll enjoy this.”

He leaned in again and began to lick and tongue at her
little hole.

It felt strange at first, but a few seconds later and she
started to relax as he instructed, then began to really enjoy it. Soon, she was
moaning and squealing and pushing back against his face as he squeezed her ass.

With the pillow raising her hips, it also exposed her vagina
which he now took advantage of by rubbing his thumb up and down the slit, then
pushing his finger forwards and running it over the clit a couple of times as
his tongue continued its work, alternating between poking at it and using the
tip to tease at the entrance to giving long, slow laps with the flat of his
tongue, mixing it up, keeping her off balance and not expecting his next move.

Anna went crazy beneath him. She squirmed and wriggled,
gasped and moaned, arched upwards and did half push ups off the bed, her eyes
rolling and her mouth open in pleasure. She had never felt anything like this
before and the new sensations were driving her crazy, incredibly hot. She
grabbed at one of her own breasts, twisting and tugging at the nipple a little
and squeezing it, adding extra sensations, then mauling and clawing at the bed
as the sounds she let out became more and more obscene.

He began to push a finger inside her vagina, just one to
start off with, then two, as his tongue continued to lap at her ass and his
thumb brushing back and forth over her clit. The way he was going, she felt as
though she was going to climax already, but he didn’t allow her to. He stopped,
just as she felt like she was on the brink, and pulled back away from her.

She gave a gasp of protest and sat up, twisting to look at
him.

“Lie still, this isn’t over,” he said firmly, and there was
a demand and order about his voice that turned her on even more. She wondered
how dominant he could get if he was given the chance, and she made a mental
note to test that out further in future.

“What’s next?” she gasped, half closing her eyes.

She heard the cap of the lube getting flicked open and a
squelching noise as some of it was squeezed onto Carl’s palm.

Her entrance still felt all wet and warm from his tongue,
and already slightly opened up, but it opened even more a second later.

She reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks wider
for him. He circled his finger around her hole teasingly then slowly began to
push it inside.

She gasped and tensed up.

“It’s OK,” he crooned. “Just relax. This might feel a little
weird at first, but you’ll get used to it. Then hopefully enjoy it.”

She nodded into the pillow and let out the breath she’d been
holding, trying to relax and breathe slowly in and out.

He grabbed the bottle with his other hand and squeezed it
all over her ass, watching as it dribbled down and filled up her crack. Then he
closed the cap and tossed it onto the floor.

“Wow, that’s a lot,” Anna giggled, feeling it all squelchy
and kind of cold.

“Don’t want to hurt you,” Carl mumbled, pushing his finger
in deeper.

She gasped as it went in up to his knuckle and he reached
out with his other hand and stroked gently up and down her back to calm her.

Once it was in, he rested and just let it stay there for a
moment so she could get used to it, before pulling back and starting to move
it, slowly, in and out.

Anna let out a soft whimper, experiencing a mixture of
pleasure and pain, but mostly just an odd, uncomfortable sensation. Carl was
right; it took a while to get used to. He reached around with his spare hand
and continued the attention on her wet clit that he’d been giving her
previously, and that was a sufficient distraction to stop her worrying too much
about the finger in her butt.

She moaned louder and closed her eyes, pushing her hips back
against him a bit and lifting herself up so he could get a better angle on her.
His fingers slid back and forth through her wetness as his other finger did the
work in her tight ass.

He took his time, wanting to make sure she was fully
comfortable and relaxed before very carefully adding a second finger to the
mix, squeezing it up along with the first.

Anna felt the stretch more this time, her muscles widening
to accommodate both of Carl’s thick, long fingers.

“Nn…” She gave a small inarticulate grunt, wondering how his
entire penis would ever fit up there.

“You comfortable?” He asked, flicking his thumb over her
clitoris again.

“I…I think so,” she nodded.

“You’re doing really well.” He started to spread his two
fingers apart slightly and she could feel them pressing against the walls
insider her. She whined and kept her legs nice and wide, starting to actually
enjoy the sensation.

“M-more,” she murmured.

She heard him chuckle softly and he started to move his
fingers a little quicker, back and forth, over and over, in and out, the lube
helping.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” He asked quietly.

“Definitely.”

He slowly withdrew his fingers and stroked down her butt
cheeks and thighs.

With her ass properly lubed and ready now, Carl used his
hand to coat his rock hard cock with the same slick stuff. Then he took hold of
her thighs and carefully rolled her over onto her back.

“Just lie on your back for me, sweetheart,” he said.

She obeyed and rolled over, automatically spreading her legs
again.

“I want to look into your eyes while I do this.” He took
hold of her ankles and raised them up, lifting her legs up off the bed a little
to get the right angle.

Then he scooted forward a bit, guiding his cock between her
legs until he felt the head against the greased puckered hole it would be
penetrating, biting his lip and moaning quietly in anticipation. After moving
the tip up and down to let her know he was ready to begin, he centered it and
began to push firmly but gently forward, feeling the muscles give way and
accept him inside, the head wedging between the soft edges of Anna's ass. He
went very slowly, not wanting to rush her or hurt her, knowing the size of his
length was considerably more than the two fingers he had been warming her up
with a few seconds earlier. He watched Anna’s expression with keenness.

First of all, her eyes widened in shock and surprise. Then
she let out a wincing gasp of pain. It definitely hurt, but it wasn’t quite as
bad as she was expecting, and she didn’t want him to stop. She just squeezed
his arm a little and stayed as still as possible, trying not to let her body
tense up too much.

Carl eased himself into her bit by bit, allowing her to feel
every bump and ridge until his entire eight inches was where the both of them
wanted it – burrowed deep into her ass, filling her up entirely.

Anna moaned softly and fluttered her eyes closed. “Mm, feels
good…you’re so big.”

“And you’re so tight and perfect,” Carl murmured back,
leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips.

Once fully seated inside her he waited, letting her ass open
up and get used to his size, while she squirmed and wriggled blissfully under
him.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked.

"Ready and willing,” she whispered, forcing her eyes
open to look at him, wanting to enjoy every second of this and savor it.

Slowly, he drew his cock back until just the head was inside
the opening.

Carl paused there for a few seconds, before plunging his
cock all the way back in until he could feel his pubic hair brushing against
the soft insides of her cheeks. She moaned from the exquisite pleasure, and his
sounds echoed hers as he repeated the process again, setting themselves into a
slow and steady rhythm that gradually began to get faster over the course of
the next five to ten minutes.