Journey into Melanie's Reality Ch. 06

- I'm just a bit nervous sweetheart. This is a good time for fishing, before the sun reaches into the banks...

- Pose for me. Need photos of you like this.

She posed, artfully at first, then libidinously. He knew she'd done this before. He put the camera in the rucsac:

- Lie down sweetness. We've your jacket to cover us, in case we're disturbed.

She looked up the path again, squinted against the sun. Good, it'd soon be into the bank. She lay down, smiling through the undercurrent of fear of discovery. He crouched beside her, cock protruding, dripping with need. Took her hand, stroked it:

- Has anyone said anything to you about our chains sweetness?

- Um, yes, Maria asked me about them. Phil noticed the night we got back from Sydney. She hasn't said a word, so we're okay with her...

- Melanie, darling. I want you to wear my ring too. Will you marry me? Please...

She drew him down to lie on her, his cock sliming her belly:

- Make love to me darling.

And he did, a slow languorous coupling in the freshness of a glowing new morning, till her hips moved under him as her lovelust grew. He responded, his movements more urgent, but she pushed him off her:

- On your back, man. Now. I need to fuck you.

He acquiesced. She mounted him, piercing herself on his hardness, lowered her dangling breasts to his face:

- Teeth. Need teeth.

Fuck, this was the first time she'd asked for that. His teeth tugged gently at a nipple, and she pulled her body back, stretching the teat obscenely. Sank on him again. His mouth moved to the other, and this time when she pulled back she sounded, a low guttural moan, and her cunt clenched him tight as her hips moved frantically on him. She didn't need to ask; he sank two fingers in her arse as she fucked him and methodically tugged her nipples taut in his teeth, wailing:

- God I love you Sandy, everything, love and need you... come to me darling, come to your fiancée...

The word triggered it. One final downward thrust from her met his lunge. She screamed as his teeth bit harder, involuntarily, and his fecundity filled the spasming body above him.

They lay locked for minutes, mouths together, fingers stroking, merged completely. Eventually she sat up, his hardness wilting in her, her face a portrait of serene joy. He hardly dared to breathe. She'd said fiancée, but he wanted confirmation she was really his:

- So your answer to my question is yes, darling? Oh jesus...

- Sandy, I will be your wife. I've wanted you, all of you, since we first met. But you know you'll have to emigrate... your children, future grandchildren... you won't see much of them... we've a lot to discuss.

*****

That evening he read to the children whilst Phil packed, and Melanie got her head into an article. He knew he was late getting them to bed; still couldn't help indulging them and of course, they played him for all they could. He fetched Melanie and Phil to say goodnight to them, heard William ask wistfully:

- Mummy, how long's Sandy going to be here?

He allowed himself a smile.

The morning was all bustle. Sandy stowed Phil's carefully-packed belongings into her ancient Lada. Melanie tried to waken sleepy children whilst her mother prepared breakfast.

They were all subdued over the meal. Sandy watched Phil as she benignly supervised the bairns. She was a most remarkable woman. But then she had to be, to have produced such a daughter. As the children would grow to have their mother stamped all over their personalities. Finally the meal was done. Phil stood:

- Well, no point in delaying things, I've work to catch up on when I get home.

She turned to face Sandy:

-- I do hope you can find time to visit me for a day before you leave young man. I'd love you to see my place.

He understood the woman well enough by know to know that she'd accepted him into her life, glowed:

- Phil, thank you for the invitation. It'll be my privilege to see your place. That is, if your grandchildren will allow me...

A cacophony of childsound, till Maria's voice emerged:

- Hey dill, we're coming too. We need to show you our secret places at Gran's...

Melanie sounded thoughtful:

- Um, I might take a raincheck on that trip folks, get on with some work when I have the place to myself. Now Mum, isn't it time you were going?

The old lady's driving style showered them with gravel and dust as the ancient 4wd took off. The children scattered in the garden. Sandy turned to his lover:

- Well! Yer auld mither's quite a lady! How far's her place?

- It's just short of Bateman's Bay, near the coast, maybe a couple of hours drive. Close enough to be handy, far enough to keep her out of my hair...

- Okay, so feasible for a day? I wouldn't want to put her to the trouble of having us overnight.

- Yes love. And it'll give me a day to get a pile of work done, so I've more time for you during the rest of your stay.

The few days remaining to him sped by in a whirl: entertaining the children; exploring Canberra hand in surreptitious hand with Melanie when the children shared board and scooters at the city's many skateparks; deliciously precious times alone with her once the three were abed.

The day at Phil's place was memorable: it was the first time he'd really spent time with her alone. The children faded into whoops of joy outside, having shown him their 'secret places'. Phil looked at him as she poured their tea:

- Let's have this on the verandah Sandy. You need all the sun you can get before you return to your Scottish winter. But I know in my bones that you'll be back?

They settled companionably on the verandah bench and he turned to her:

- Aye, I'll be back lassie. I know you understand: I can't stay away from your daughter. Or -- he laughed -- the rest of you.

Her eyes were sharp as a hawk's:

- Is that all you have to say on the matter Sandy?

He took a work-worn hand in his:

- Melanie and I will marry, Phil. I'm emigrating here as soon as I can organise that. It'll take a few months for me to wrap things up at home, sell my flat, obtain a visa. I hope we have your blessing.

- Young man...

- Hey, I'm over sixty... not-so-young woman...

- You're young enough to make my daughter happy, and I've never seen her so happy before. Yes, you have my blessing. Provisionally...

Their laughter was so loud that the children came running. William demanded:

- Can we share the joke?

Phil looked in the eyes of her daughter's lover:

- Well, are you going to tell them, or should I?

- Mmm, I rather think that's Melanie's job.

The older woman's eyes fell from his. First time that'd happened, he noted. There was a wicked grin on her face when it rose again:

- Yes, of course. Sorry, just got a bit excited...

He was relieved to have her blessing, provisional or not. Understood she was very careful in her choice of words, and that 'provisionally' meant yes. He knew what would still the clamour of questions from the children:

- Hey, didn't you guys tell me there are bee-hives somewhere around here?

But the questions returned as they set out on the drive back to Canberra. Maria of course was the perceptive one:

- You love mummy, don't you Sandy?

- Sweet lassie, I love you all...

He remembered a trick he'd used when his own children were young:

- Hey, I need to concentrate on my driving, not field your questions. So sit properly in your seats and be wheesht. There's a ten dollar prize for anyone who can remain silent till we get there. You're allowed to discuss and agree on a CD to play, then not a word from any of you, please.

Poor Frances couldn't quite make it, but the older ones did. He drew out his wallet when the car was parked outside the bungalow:

- First, for the runner-up. Five dollars.

Frances took it with a whispered thanks, before leaping out of the car to run to her mother at the door of the house.

- And for the winners, ten dollars each.

William's voice rose above his sisters' clamour as Sandy kissed his beloved:

- Mummy? Sandy and Gran were talking about something secret. Sandy told us it had to come from you. He even -- the boy's shoulders squared -- bribed us to be quiet in the car. So, what's the secret?

Melanie's eyes met Sandy's. He fingered his chain, smiled, nodded almost imperceptibly. She moaned, a wee performance for him, then turned to her silent children:

- Well, you know Sandy has to leave in a couple of days?

Silent nods.

- That's the bad news. The good news is...

Frances flung herself at Sandy:

- I know, I know...

- The good news is, he's coming back. I've decided... that I need his help, looking after you lot. For some strange reason -- her face was glowing -- he's agreed...

Maria stood back a little, eyes smiling behind her affected seriousness:

- Is he going to marry you mummy?

Melanie collapsed in tears, hugging her man to her for support:

- Yes darlings, we'll be married. He won't be your new dad. George was and always will be your father. But he'll be your friend. And my husband.

William stepped forward. Took Sandy's right hand, but his eyes were on his mother:

- I'm so glad for both of you mummy. -- His eyes moved - Welcome to our family, Sandy.

He momentarily forgot his pretensions at maturity, gave Sandy a hug. A rather stiff hug, but still, a hug, which Sandy returned with warmth:

- Thank you for your welcome young man. -- He smiled rogueishly -- Course, you realise I'm only doing this for you? I grew up without a father, know what it is for a lad not to have a man around...

The boy's grin split his face:

- You are so NOT doing it for me!

Frances leapt on Sandy:

- No, he's doing it for ME, aren't you?

He lowered the girl to the ground, his arm snaking round his woman's waist:

- Hey, I'm marrying your mummy because I love her. I love all of you: I couldn't consider emigrating here if I didn't. But -- he glanced mock-daggers at the three children -- that does NOT mean I'll be an easy touch for any of you...

Maria kissed his cheek, sniggering:

- Sandy, welcome to your new family. But we all know you're a big softie! Does that mean you'll be sleeping with mummy till you leave?

Sandy glanced at his lover. The slightest trace of a frown, which eased gradually into a shy smile. The tiniest nod:

- Yes darlings, now our secret's out, Sandy will be sleeping in my bed.

Maria grinned:

- Well, thank goodness. It's really hard to climb the stairs without spilling your tea in the morning, Sandy.

It took ages to get the excited children to bed. The adults gave them a good hour before Melanie made a final check and pronounced them fast asleep. She took Sandy's hand, led him to her room. Inside, door firmly closed and locked, she reached round him, sank her head on his shoulder. She was trembling as she whispered:

- Darling mine, I never dreamt this would happen. That we'd share my bed, and the children knowing it. It almost feels illicit. No, not illicit, but something else, something new...

- Yes love, our new start. Now -- he fumbled to remove her clothes -- I want you in bed.

- I'm a bit self-conscious sweet. Please, we need to be so quiet...

He checked the door was locked, stripped slowly, slid into bed beside her. Kissed the beautiful softness of her lips as their bodies merged:

- I love you however you are darling mine. Self-conscious is a new one though...

Her fingers reached for him, placed him at her entrance:

- Show me how you love me, darling mine...

The near-silence was strange: they'd never had to be restrained in their mating before. Eased together, completed each other as mutual need slowly rose, breathing turning to panting, awareness of the necessity for silence on both faces, panting becoming soft grunts of need, need becoming hard forceful shuddering... the bed creaked and they tensed together, hanging on the edge, till she moaned:

- Hard and fast sweet. Now...

He drove into her, watched her face spasm as he forced in to touch her cervix:

- I... own... this cunt darling... when you give yourself like this...

- ohmysweet, yes, NOW... and forever...

He pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle the wailing, spunk pumping into her, her cuntmuscles contracting round him, imprisoning him in her. He managed to whisper:

- And you own me, sweetness. All of me. Always.

They were on the edge of sleep when Melanie stirred, eased herself from his arms, unlocked the door, whispered:

- Just in case we have a visitor love. Um, and for the same reason maybe we'd better wash the sexsmell from each other.

She soaped a facecloth in hot water, washed his sex carefully, gave it to him. He wiped her tenderly, sniffed, observed that all she smelt of now was soap. They weren't joined by Frances though.

Next morning Melanie was preparing breakfast in her nightie when the phone rang. Her mother. Some crisis with a calf: the vet was coming the next day. So Phil couldn't come to Canberra to allow her to go to Sydney to see her man off. Fuck and doublefuck.

Then, as they were eating breakfast, she took another phonecall. From Karen. She'd had to postpone her holiday, some crisis at work. Could she see them in Sydney the following evening? Jesus, the world was harsh sometimes... She told Karen she'd call her back. Attempted to mask her feelings when she returned to the table, but Sandy knew something was up. He waited till the children were in the garden, drew her to him:

- Darling, what's happened?

She fell into his arms, managed through her sobs:

- Darling, I can't come to Sydney to see you off. Phil has a problem, she can't come to be here for the children. She phoned just before breakfast. Asked me to apologise to you on her behalf. She's a sick calf on her hands.

- Oh love, how awful. For the calf, for her, for us. So tonight's our last night together? But there was a call during breakfast too, that shook you up. Who was that?

She collapsed, howling. He lowered her to a chair, got down on his hunkers beside her, licking the tears from her face. She looked in his eyes, a strange distant look:

- Well, you'll get your fuck, your last night in Sydney. Only it won't be me...

- Don't be silly sweetheart. So what was the call?

- Karen. She's going to be in Sydney tomorrow evening after all.

She was watching him closely now, saw the flicker of excitement cross his face. Murmured:

- I know you want her darling mine. Well, looks like you've got your chance after all...

He drew her to him, wiped her tears, was about to speak... She whispered:

- Take her darling, with my blessing. Fuck her all night. -- Her voice grew more determined -- Fuck her for me darling. I know you want to.

He drew back from her. Knew it was her masochism speaking, as well as the generosity of her love. He looked in her despairing soul:

- Darling, I hope you didn't tell Karen I'll meet her. Because I won't.

- I just said I'd call her back.

His last three words hit her:

- You WON'T? Sweetness, she's your publisher, you need to keep her onside, and you know what she wants from you. As I know what you want from her...

- There's nothing in my contract says I have to fuck my publisher, my sweet. In fact, there's likely small print saying it's not on. Let me just check...

She sat bewildered, mind in turmoil at the news which had turned the day sour. He returned after ten minutes, clutching a document. Held it out for her. His contract. And in bold red capitals across the bottom of the document she read:

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES IS SEX BETWEEN OUR CLIENT AND ANY OF OUR STAFF PERMITTED. SUCH BEHAVIOUR WILL BE REGARDED AS BREACH OF CONTRACT.

His signature was scrawled below it, ink still wet from his fountain pen. His fingers went to her chin, lifted the bowed face, searched her eyes:

- See? Even if I wanted to, I can't fuck her. So, best that I don't see her at all.

Her quivering face became a smile. She stood, drawing him to her:

- Oh darling, whatever am I to do with you?

- Um, well, you recently agreed to marry me...

They exploded in gales of laughter, loud enough to bring the children running into the house, scaring the cat onto the back of the sofa. William panted:

- Can we share the joke?

His mother recovered enough to whisper hoarsely:

- Nope, not this time my dears. A private matter between Sandy and I. Sorry to disappoint you...

But they were out the door again. She turned to him, laughter replaced by concern:

- Darling, I don't mind if you fuck her, truly I don't.

- Melanie, please look me in the eye and say that again?

- I...

Her eyes fell from his. He kissed her brow:

- I don't think we need to speak of this again.

- If you're sure lovely...

- Never been surer of anything my sweet. I'll phone her later to let her know. I want you to be there when I speak to her, please? As far as I'm concerned, we're married already. Strange cunt is off my menu. Permanently.

Looking in his eyes, she almost believed him. She wanted to change the subject:

- Well love, since you're being so good, I thought of a treat for you. And for the littlies, I hope.

- You know I love treats! What is it?

- The best treats are always surprises. But first we need shopping, and the market will be fading if we don't move soon, the best stuff always goes fast. Get the children in and organised? I need to get dressed, can hardly go out like this...

- Maybe not with the children. Another time though...

- Wicked tease, you are.

*****

The market was in an old bus depot to the southwest of the city centre. The children watched a stallholder pushing whole oranges and lemons into two machines, pouring fresh juice from them. He offered them a row of wee samples, and of course they ordered five half-litres, gulped them down in the stifling heat of the covered area. An hour later the shopping was done. Melanie handed Sandy the car keys:

- I need to navigate love. So you're driving.

Approaching the station, she told him to turn left off the main road. Rundown housing on the left, the sprawling remains of railway freight yards to the right. And then before them a neat Victorian station building, and a sign: 'Canberra Railway Museum'. He parked and turned to kiss her:

- Thank you for this indulgence darling. I know there's not a lot here to interest you...

- Don't be so sure of that dillbrain; I'm interested in every aspect of my country's history. There's supposed to be a guided tour about now. You coming?

The girls didn't seem overjoyed as he bought tickets. He whispered this to Melanie when they joined a wee crowd on the platform outside. She retorted:

- It's part of their history too sweetness.

The girls cheered up as the guide led them through passenger carriages, ancient and not-so-ancient. They bounced on dusty seats as William listened carefully to the explanation of what they were seeing. In a fairly modern sleeping berth, Melanie's hand tightened on Sandy's, and she whispered:

- Um, darling, I just remembered something...

- Yes love?

- Ummm... well. Going to Sydney with you wasn't my first time on a train...

She'd blushed beet-red.

- Darling that's all right, we can all forget things. Tell me?

- Later, when the littlies aren't around...

After lunch at home, the children outside, he phoned Karen. He'd asked Melanie to be there for the call, the phone on broadcast. Explained to his publisher that he was arriving in Sydney late, about nine-thirty, and needed an early night to be up for his flight, so sorry, he'd love to see her but couldn't. She seemed to take it graciously, wished him a safe journey, said she'd keep in touch by email when he was home. Melanie looked at him as he put the phone down:

- Course now she knows which train you'll be on. She might meet you at the station, despite your excuses?