California King…

Sitting on the side of their California King. "I just cannot believe this happened to me." Chancing the penalty of that beauty only being a figment of the imagination, the sudden stoppage happened. Taking a deep breath, "No, no... I can" feeling the rapid thump in my chest, "not chance that." Sighing, "What if she is just a figment of my imagination? What if I am doomed to spend what years I have left by myself?" The growing concern of me spending the rest of my life alone still gnawed at the back of my head. "I have it!" The increase in my attitude, heart rate and spirit almost made me blurt this out loud.

Slowly pulling my mind with my hammering heart. Easing out of bed is something that I have done ever since the last woman, whom I married, have done practically all my life. Leaving the California King behind, walking out of that room. "Just like before" letting the two memories get entangled. Merge together, then with a little willpower pulling them apart. Or trying too.

Today with me holding two memories in my head. The struggle of letting one sleep in only antagonizes me to the point of insanity. Leaving my home behind and strutting straight to my workshop, my artist gallery, my... looking at the blank canvas. Staring through the blanko screen, pulling through each and every memory until I was left with two.

"This has to work" I sounded, nostrils flared, pupils dilated. Hearing the sound of cracking wood made me look at my hand. "Easy" I told myself, easing down what was left of that paintbrush. Looking back into the blank canvas, allowing myself to get lost into both memories simultaneously.

"It is almost like I am there" hearing my own voice as it left my mouth. Looking at my hands, my legs, my body! Stepping through the veil between memory and reality. I could feel my heart as it hammered away in my chest. I could feel, looking down and noticing that my cock stood tall and proud. As I felt tall and proud!

Looking back to the room where I left her sleeping. Back through the mist of time and the present. I stirred, "Now we shall see for whom the bell tolls" pulling my hand over my hair. Something I have not done since that fateful day so long ago. Quieting the hammering in my chest, sliding open the veil so I can step through. Reaching for the covers, getting ready to grasp them. Getting ready to grasp them but... "Ohh". Staring at this ball of cloth that rises and falls in the perfect rhythm. Squatting down, getting as near to her level as I can. But yet...

"Come on you big cowered, what are you afraid of? What you are going to find?" Scolding myself at this sudden stoppage in my movement. "Fine" I sighed, "but only this once." Steading my hand. Reaching for the edge of the collection of blankets that she had piled on top of her. Feeling my chest get tight, my heart is starting to beat again. I could feel the beat, each one getting stronger and stronger. Trying to put what my own life has become into a quick jerk of the blankets. Feeling the anxiety building, feeling my heart as the hammering increased to deafening levels. Just like before my own caution won the day. Made me recoil in fear and fright at who was actually under those covers.

Retreating back to my studio. Putting distance between what my head wanted and that of my heart. "You should feel sick! Just leaving her under all those blankets, come on man! What are you? Um, a chicken or a mouse?" Instantly recoiling from my reaction to the news. But there i was still yammering away. "Did your mommy hold your dick when you peed? Come on, snap with it! Or are you that big of a fucking pussy..." The level of insults rose while I cowered back.

"Come on, I will hold your balls while you take a quick peak under those blankets." At that moment I could feel the world crushing my balls. I could feel the world laughing at me as I gasped for air. Reaching forward, stumbling right through to the other room! I wanted to rip those blankets right from her body! Leaving her naked and vulnerable to any of the particular nasty thoughts I had running through my head. Reaching for the edge of the blankets, stuttering and falling right into the same predicament that I suffered from before.

This hit me like a large sledgehammer right to the gut. "What the fuck man?" My own reflection was as stunned as I was. "What is the difference" I said to me... He, me, that angry voice that keeps telling me just to go and rip off the covers. "Their both brunettes, they both have the "bomb" of a body, both the same height, big tits" taking a pause. "Oh yeah, a super tight cunt. The kind that you always want to keep around on the side just in case your current wife is suffering." I said to myself as both of us were looking into the void of white.

"Alright" I said with a renewed vigor. "I can do this, yes, I can" perking myself up as I made my steps right to that bed. My bed, my California King, my love nest and no one else's!" Gripping the edge of the blankets I pulled them just enough to reveal her face. "Wow" I said in shock. To be looking down at the most recent memory. To see her smiling face, to see her petite little ears, to feel my cock reaching out for some attention.

I was trapped right there. Staring at that perfect beauty with the horror of my late wife walking in on us even though I knew she would not. Breathing a shaky breath. Clearing my head as I was about to let sleeping people lie. "I could not?" Though this thought was plagued by more than my own chivalrous thoughts. "I can see the top of them. Both a pale white in color and" getting caught halfway between letting her sleep and moving the blankets down so I could get a look at her melons. Biting my lip, but my hand is retreating. Pulling back right to my own lap!

Looking down at this worthless hand of mine. We both spoke together as we scolded my hand. "How dare you chicken out at the last minute! How many opportunities would we ever have like this?" My hand quivered, shaking in fear. Shaking because now my approach would take that much longer to make. Burying my head in my chest, watching my hand as it left my lap and moved silently towards the blankets. "I do not think I will do it, you know. I can already feel the sweat in my palm and I am not even halfway there." But my hand continued on.

Resting with my fingers wrapped around the blankets. Feeling the blood rushing through my veins. Sweat beading up on my brow as I pulled down the blankets. Slowly exposing each one of her juicy melons. My urge to grab them, my urge to abandon everything right here and now pounded in my ears. "Do it", I could hear the whispers coming from the surrounding darkness. "Do it", I could hear the whispers coming from all around me. "Do it!" I could hear the whispers coming from my doppelganger whispering in my ear.

Stopping myself from groping her. Stopping myself from having my way with her right here and now. Stopping myself because her melons were just coming into view! Tracing them with my eyes. Going from the pale white down to the dark brown. Seeing the outline of her right breasts areola! Right there, right before my eyes, I could see it! Dropping my hand some more. Pulling the blankets down little by little until the complete upper third was exposed. My mouth began to water. "I could take that tit and just devour it" never letting my eyes leave Marigold's chest or at least not what I have uncovered.

Urging my hand to keep on uncovering the beauty that lies underneath all of these heavy blankets. Pealing back all the layers at once only to give myself an even harder cock.

My wonder was interrupted by a wobbling nipple. The same nipple that lied just below where my gaze was fixed. The same nipple that wanted me to come along and play. "Do you like the water my beauty" resisting the urge to stroke its hardening presence. "Because I have the perfect outing set for you and my tongue to be on the side right down into my mouth."

My hand kept on clearing the cloth debris that hid the bottom two thirds of the tit that I am drooling over. Watching the progress my hand was making. Every skin tickling pull exposed more and more of that juicy melon that I wanted to take in my mouth. "Easy now" I called to my hand, "just expose the tit, that big juicy melon. So I can, uh, play with it. Suck it down into my eager mouth. Suck it so hard that... my mouth stopped only a kiss away from pulling that melon into my greedy hole.

Gingerly removing my hand from the blankets. Admiring my handy work. Getting prepared for the next big thing, to attach myself, via my mouth onto that perky nipple before I wasted anymore time at the fact that she might wake up. "Oh yea, I can do this" already planning for the next forty years of our lives. Opening up my mouth, letting the spit drip from my upper jaw as my head moved closer to taking the prized melon.

"Go for it, babe. Take that titty and turn her world upside down."

Instantly recoiling! Removing myself from ever seeing only one body under this great heap of blankets. If you would have said I was confused then you do not know the half of it. "What in the, you, you..." mentally slapping myself so I can speak without the stutter. "You are dead? Are you not" this sight seeing my not so dead wife with her hand wrapped around Marigold.

"Oh, this is your wife?" I finally spoke up leaving Reggie gasping. "I just thought that she is" laying my head down on the pillow. Shifting my gaze from him to her. "You know that might explain a lot" opening my mouth for my new gal pal’s tender kiss. Getting tongue tied as all of my senses are now focused on Anna.

Making out with a "dead" woman, getting sucked into her with a simple wet kiss and moaning with it. You know it just felt right. The moan, the kiss, the way she held me. So rolling to my back, letting my tits both wave and sway in the morning light. Let me not forget about her sweet tender kisses that followed my right boob. Kissing around my nipple, working her way all the way around my areola. Taking me totally by surprise as I arched into that kiss. "Kiss my nipple. Kiss my nipple, please. Kiss my, my" grabbing the bed sheet only added to the rush I got when she had made my areola sick up while my pussy is getting over stimulated. Collapsing back onto the bed. Making this area of this California King mine, if by nothing else but my scent.

Holding onto the bed could only help for part of my problem. You see since I have laid flat Anna's hand has moved down, Oh yeah, right down to that very wet slit in my body. It is not like I am watching her but feeling her fingers. The way they move, the way they act, the way they bring up the naughty things I did way back in college with my roommate. Only this time I did more than just lie there and moan.

Disappearing into the blankets. Rolling over again this time I was on top. Sliding right between her legs. Finding my place as my lips worked over Anna's. Kissing her up and down, letting our bodies get tangled, letting our hair get interwoven as our tits clashed. Feeling my nipple, my right nipple, as it fought against her left nipple. Feeling how turned on I am getting as her hands roamed over my body. Grabbing my tush, raking my back, getting tangled up in my hair as my kisses rained down on her body.

Like I said this is not my first try at pleasing a woman. Back in college, back when my body orgasmed at every touch from my roommate. Well, that was about it, I laid there and juiced all over her face. I laid there and pretty much went into convulsions for the rest of that night. But that was then and this is now.

Holding myself up to higher standards now. Putting my heart into what pleases me the most. And right now the soft skin that is beginning to rise. My soft kisses that are having some effect on Anna. Feeling the rise with my lips. Tracing out a pattern with my tongue. Groping the other tit and never ever apologizing for what was to come.

Squatting there, watching as my wife, Anna, and Marigold are locked under the blankets. Moaning, not only from Marigold but from Anna! Anna, my own wife, the lover who has never done it with anybody besides men like me! And now all I can hear is her moaning with Marigold?! Reaching for the bed side. Letting this unholy racket clobber my ears. Listening to two women for whom I have picked making out! "Why? Why is this happening to me?" Calling to heaven and expecting an answer that very second.

To be continued...