Across the Tracks Ch. 07

He remembered that day pretty well, which was shocking considering all the things he had done in those days. They had been going to a party at his friend Carl's house, and they were going back to his place after. The picture had been snapped as soon as he pulled up, before they got off the bike. He was smiling, and Trish was laughing, her hair tousled by the wind. That was actually the night he had proposed, sitting on the porch of his house, counting the stars. The first few years of marriage had been amazing, and then Trish had changed into Patricia. Even thinking of her as Patricia instead of his Trish brought a sour taste to his mouth. She was different, and he never found out why. She had started this whole transformation into 'Patricia' after her father had passed away. He guessed it had to do something with her father not being proud of her or something. Cole shook his head. He had no idea.

"You always look at those things when you think about how much you wish you were still your old self."

Cole had become used to Trish being so quiet many years ago. Now, it was like her second nature, just added passive aggressive to the quiet, and you had his wife.

Turning, he looked at her and stared for a moment.

"What do you want?"

Patricia smiled. Always so blunt her Cole. Never had any notion of tact. She swirled the contents of her glass, a rather potent whisky and Coke, a holdover from her less 'refined' days.

"What? A woman cannot come see her husband, especially one that returns so late in the night, to another room and not to his bed and wife?"

"You said it there woman. YOUR bed. Not ours or mine. Yours. You kicked me out of it to be stuck down here. What, out of sight out of mind not working for you?"

She smirked, amused by his ire. "Maybe I simply wished to look at my husband, to remind myself of what a real man is NOT."

Cole turned on her, a dark fury in his eyes. She had made him who he was when they were married. This was her choice, and his mistake in allowing it. "What's a real man? A man like your father? Rich, heartless, fucking didn't care at all about you?!?!"

Patricia's anger flared. That was too far from him. "My father loved me! More than you ever did, or ever will!"

Cole jumped to his feet, and faced her down like he had needed to do for a while now. His words were mangled by his anger, and his veins stuck out on his neck and face. His eyes looked like they were about to bust out of his head.

"LOVED YOU? He didn't care when you almost died in that fucking wreck! He never once came to the Hospital! Who fucking held you as you cried and sobbed when you had your miscarriage? ME! Not him! He even said he was fucking glad you had them, not giving a child to trash like me!"

Patricia sagged under the load, the word hitting her as hard as bullets. She sagged down to her knees, and began crying, bawling uncontrollably. She hadn't cried when her father died, but she was getting it out now for all Cole knew. He rushed to his wife, the woman he loved, and held her. She looked up at him, and then buried her head deep into his chest, sobbing, almost screaming.

"Why was he always like that Cole? Why didn't he love me? I did everything he ever asked. The only thing I never did was leave you. I refused to do that and he refused to love me. Why?"

Cole held the woman of his life and rocked her. He had no answers, and did not try to give any. He just held her, was her rock. Like always. Patricia was emotional, fickle, and raw was the best way to describe it. Cole had always been solid and thoughtful, a piece of granite. Someone had remarked once that Patricia was like a fast river, and Cole was the island in the middle of it.

She poured out her grief like water during a storm. Cole held her through the storm. It didn't matter how she treated him or what she said. He loved her, and would always love her. He started humming as he rocked her, senseless noise trying to soothe her. She smiled against his chest, and started talking. "Do you remember the night we were out at the rock quarry and had just got done swimming? We lay out on that little camping mattress in the bed of your truck and you sang to me?"

Cole nodded. He remembered that night well. It was the first time they had made love. Patricia looked up at her husband, this man who was better than she had ever deserved or thought she would get, and the tear were still fresh on her face. "Sing to me now? Please Cole?"

She hadn't called him by name in a long time. When they had first got together, she had refused to call him pet names. She loved his real name to much, and he always knew she was mad when she called him by anything but it. He nodded, and smiled at his wife. He stood with her still wrapped in his arms. He may not have been as strong as he was, but he was still strong enough to pick up his small wife. Laying her on the pullout, he laid beside her and she almost immediately took her old position of laying her head on his chest and her leg over him, like they had never slept apart.

He gently stroked her back as he softly sang to her. Cole had been a huge fantasy nerd growing up, and had read alot of books while stationed in the military. He had memorized an Elvish love song from Lord of the Rings, or the snatches the books contained, about an Elvish woman who fell in love with a human. Patricia smiled. She loved this song, and she knew Cole had memorized it for her. He always compared her to an Elf, thinking her beautiful and unattainable. She slowly leaned forward and placed a small kiss on his neck, almost shyly. Cole cupped her face with his hand, and slowly kissed his wife on the lips.

"We know each other too well to shyly kiss like teenagers baby. I've missed kissing you, that's for sure."

At his words, Patricia kissed him again. He returned her kiss, and Patricia basked in the love and lust he placed in the kiss. It had been so long.... Patricia ran her hand down his body, feeling his growing manhood with her fingertips just as shyly as if it was her first time. She kissed him again, more like her old self, when she was full of passion and fire. Cole groaned. It had been almost two years since anything like this had happened. He probably wouldn't last long, but god he wanted her to touch him more.

Patricia grinned, biting on her lip a bit. So long.... So long since he had been inside her. Unbuttoning his jeans, she slipped her hand inside his boxers and slowly wrapped her fingers around his expanding cock. It felt so good in her hand, throbbing slightly, silky and hot. Cole arched his back, not wanting her to stop.

"It seems I have been very lax in my marital duties my dear husband. Can I please make up for it?"

Cole nodded, he didn't trust himself to say anything, and just in case his mouth said something he didn't want it to. Patricia smiled and began to lay hot, nibbling kisses down his neck and body. When she reached his pants, she took both hands and worked his pants and boxers off of his body. Grasping his fully erect cock, she looked him in his eyes as she slowly ran her tongue from his base to the tip of his head.

Taking his moans as a sign, she swirled her tongue around his head and slowly engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth, beginning a gentle suction. Grinning wickedly as she sucked back until her mouth was completely off him, she swiftly opened her mouth and engulfed as much of it as she could hold. Cole almost came right there. His back was arched, fingertips digging into the mattress with his tension and pleasure. She knew how long it had been for her husband. She slowly worked her mouth up and down his shaft as she worked her panties off underneath her nightgown.

Pulling her mouth free, she grasped him with a hand and worked it, her saliva providing a good lubricant. Grinning she touched herself, and looked at him. "God Cole, I'd love to be sitting on your hard cock right now, but I don't think my pussy is wet enough..."

Dirty talk! She was using the dirty talk that she knew he loved so much. Grabbing her arms, he pulled her up his body, placing her arms on the wall over the foldout. Lifting her gown up he placed his mouth almost on her pussy.

"I think I can help you with that baby girl."

As Cole began to lick her slick folds, Patricia particularly glowed inside and out. It had been so long since he called her baby girl. She loved hea- Oh God. She lost all her train of thought and his tongue flicked her clit.

Cole knew what his wife liked. Using his thumbs, he pulled her lips part and slid his tongue inside her, using his index finger to stimulate her clit. He faintly heard her panting and moaning, but her legs clamping on his head were impairing his hearing. This went on for at least five minutes before Patricia lifted herself.

"I can't take anymore... Cole... I need you inside me... Please."

He looked at his wife and smiled.

"It's all for you Patricia. It always has been and always will be."

She shook her head slowly and kissed him, tasting her own juices on his lips. As she slowly pressed his cock into her opening and began to slide done, she spoke. "Patricia is gone Cole. Trish is back, trust me."

Cole smiled and couldn't stop his hips from bucking. She was still as tight as their first time together. She laughed, throwing her head back as the bodies finally met. She began rocking back and forth, grinding her clit against the base of his cock.

"Impatient a little my love?"

Cole almost whimpered. She was so tight, so hot, and so good. He looked at her as she discarded her nightgown completely, her bare breasts bouncing with her movements and his thrusts. She looked so good on top of him, glistening with sweet, with a rosy color from exertion.

"Cole... Take me like you used to... It's been so long and I'm so close... Please...."

Cole was more than happy to oblige, grabbing her hips and taking over the rhythm. The sounds of their gasps and moans filled the air, and the sweat glistened on their bodies from the exertion. They hadn't fucked like this for years. Pulling her down, Cole kissed Trish as he slammed into her from beneath. She spoke his name over and over fast as it felt like a million little glass slivers broke inside her at once. She hadn't cum in so long.... So very long.

Cole felt her tighten, and it was too much for him to take. It felt as if his cock swelled even more, and he exploded inside his wife, wave after wave of cum filling her, two years worth to be exact. He slowly moved his hips in circles, and she wearily collapsed on top of him. She chuckled wearily and he looked at her in wonder. "And what do you think is so funny little Miss? Was it so bad it's funny?"

Trish swatted his arm playfully. She snuggled up between his neck and shoulder, squeezing his semi-erect cock inside of her. She didn't want it out of her for a while.

"In the old days, that would have just been for a start. Now, I'm ready to lay her and go to sleep Cole."

He hated to admit it, but he was alot more tired than he ever would have been in the old days. He nodded wearily, wrapping his arms around his wife. "Ain't that the truth.... Keep up that squeezing, and there will be more though, you can count on that."

They both chuckled softly as Cole situated the blanket to cover them. As Trish fell asleep, she whispered in an already sleeping Cole's ear.

"I love you. And thank you for loving me enough to not leave me."

Even though she knew he was asleep, she could almost swear she saw a smile right before she closed her eyes for the night.