“More!” his wife yelled. “I want a cock in every orifice.”
Michael had never known a girl to take three dicks at the same time, but now he saw two: his wife and the porn star each mounted one stud, bent over so another could sodomize them, finally taking another in the mouth. Six guys fucking two women, while their husbands recorded it.
The things guys will do for love.
CHAPTER 6
For the first time, Dr. Blake didn’t look at her like a New York steak. He didn’t flirt, leer, or “accidentally” brush up against her. She always knew he wanted to fuck her, but just wasn’t attracted to him, despite his good looks. What she didn’t know was if this change meant good or bad news.
“Find any cancer this time?” she asked before they even reached his office. She noticed he kept the door open, for once.
“No. Nor any contra-indicators, either. Your plate count has never been higher, your immune system measures normal, and the organs damaged by the radiation is improving faster than we expected. It’s been six months since we detected cancer cells, so I think we can start doing checkups every three months from here on.”
“Six months without you finding any cancer? You said it would come back in an even more aggressive form by now.”
“Either you’re real lucky or I’m just real good.”
“Or maybe those Swiss doctors cured me,” she said.
“It’s too soon to say you’re cured. It can be devastating to believe you’re cured when you’re not. But you can at least be hopeful. When your type of cancer returns, it’s almost always within six months. If you go another six months, then I’d give you a 90% survival rate.”
I’m fucking cured! she thought to herself. She couldn’t seem to breathe.
“There’s something else,” he added. “Something unexpected.”
“Then spit it out! You know how I hate being kept waiting.”
“You’re pregnant.”
“The fuck you say?”
“Almost two months pregnant. Since your prognosis has so much improved, I’d like to be the first to say, congratulations.”
She stared at him like a ghost. “I’m pregnant? I sure hope my husband is the father.” She watched his facial expression change colors. “I’m sure you’ve seen my videos. I’ve been with a hundred men this past year. And several women. Some mornings I couldn’t walk without squishing.”
“And yet you refused to go out with me,” he said like a baby denied a trinket.
“I always suspected you were pessimistic about my survival so that I’d think I had nothing to lose in fucking you.”
He blanched and she saw the truth in his face.
“That’s a terrible thing to say.”
“Doing it was much worse. You’re fired, Blake. I’ll find another treating physician.”
She left and by the time she reached the bright red Jaguar that Michael bought her, she realized something terrible: she would out-live her husband. That thought never crossed her mind before because he always reassured her that he would outlive her. But that was no longer the case.
Mara fell apart as soon as she opened her car door. She didn’t even know how long he had left. Weeks? Months? It had already been a year, and almost everyone that she first met in Dana and Dan’s support group had already died. She never even got the chance to let Frank fuck her. He really would have enjoyed that.
She collapse on the ground, too weak to even get in. The tears would not stop. She tried to imagine life without him. He was the first thing she saw when she woke up and the last thing she saw when she fell asleep. They talked and texted throughout the day, despite his new job. He had filled up a hole in her life that could not be filled again.
The hole in her soul grew the more she foresaw her future. Replacing him was not an option. No man could take his place. No one could make her feel as wonderful as he did just smiling at her.
I have to kill myself, Mara realized. When his illness makes him suffer too much, we’ll just kill ourselves like Romeo and Juliet.
Finally, she rolled over on the hot pavement and smiled at the blue sky.
CHAPTER 7
She waited for him by the front door and jumped into his arms as soon as he walked in. She wore his favorite lingerie and spent hours making herself look beautiful for him. Their tongues duel and she rubbed her huge chest against his. He looked so fucking good in his expensive suit. Her pussy heated up when she felt him melt into her warm embrace.
“Come to the couch,” she said, taking him by the hand. “I made your favorite marijuana brownies and I filled the bong so you can get high while I suck your delicious cock. I recorded the game -- just hit play to start it. I’ve got lasagna in the oven. After sex, I want to give you a full body massage.”