FAEI was overwhelmed in the beginning. All the lights, color… naked skin of people I knew and cared about like brothers! The smell of perfume and make-up and clean sweat. And then I got high, and I couldn’t stop myself from spiraling even though I wasn’t drunk. I knew I wasn’t drunk from booze. But I was, with the heaviness of sexual tension and excitement in the place.This was nothing I ever imagined how my bachelorette party would be spent. I felt like I was in the middle of a theater and all the actors were on break, got drunk, and the show, when resumed, had become rambunctious and wild, full of ad libs and innuendos that weren’t there in the script. It was noisy and lively and free.And it was getting to me. I was getting soused with the need to rub my skin against skin. To dig my face on someone’s neck and breathe in his scent of arousal. To hear his voice, rough and deep with his own need for me. To taste him with my tongue, have his hands under my clothes so he could feel how
JIGOI watched Fae for a moment and saw her square her jaw and shoulders as she waited for me to decide. It was all I needed to know. I reached for the brass door handles to the knobs and turned them.Music blasted us from the inside. And… well, giggling bunnies greeted us in the foyer in blood-red lipstick shades and sexy bunny suits.“Hi!” Joana. “Come in!”“Hello, gorgeous couple!” That’s Pam.“Welcome to the House of Love where your wet dreams await to be realized!” And that’s Kacey, delivering an obviously scripted spiel that should have sounded cringey to the ears but, since it was Kacey who did not give a damn, it sounded busty as hell. Another giggling fit followed me and Fae as we walked further inside, util my wife recovered enough to tease her friends about their outfits. We arrived at the hall with the four women all flushed as they cackled like witches.Before I knew it, we were ushered inside the well-conceptualized party circle. Fae stared slack-jawed. I shook my head, b
JIGOThe wedding day was fast approaching. The grannies were in full-blown acting mode about panicking, but of course, I knew all along they were pinnacles of stainless-steel hearts inside those wrinkly, talc-perfumed bodies. It was to make sure everyone around them would panic, too. That’s how I knew this wedding would be perfect.Fae humored them the same way I did, too long familiar with their antics and wiser now. Administering a transition house for about thirty both homeless or orphaned teens (a month-and-a-half after Vivian walked inside the lobby of the first dormitory building) and in active negotiation of buying a second building, she could see how organized the lolas (grandmothers) were and that everything was running as smoothly as it possibly could.A public wedding was pretty much a moot point, really. Everyone knew by now that Fae and I were married for months now, or that a month after this public wedding, we would be celebrating our first secret wedding anniversary. We
FAEBefore she walked through the entrance to the lobby of the dormitory, I knew who she was.No, Carl hadn’t let me see a picture. It’s just that her face might be different, but the way she stood, the hunch of her shoulders before she remembered keeping them squared, the tilt of her head, the way her hair fell on her shoulders… were all Sarah’s. She kept her long hair. Her elbows had a shape that wasn’t the same as the others, tilting a little bit in the corners. Her butt and waist were also shaped like Sarah’s butt and waist. She’d lived with me for two years. In all that time, I learned to love her like a sister. If she removed her shoes, I could tell if the toes were hers or not without having to see her face. But I saw enough to know that this five-foot-six-inched woman, who just walked through the door holding a cane and who walked with a slight limp, was Sarah.Now Vivian Arnaiz. Carl told us her new name.Her eyes roamed the lobby before they landed on mine. Then she limped-wa
FAE “You’ve gone very quiet,” he said after a moment, his tone asking me something else—did he get me upset? Was I angry at him? “Have I gone too far?” This time, his voice sounded more than worried. He sounded scared.“I want to know why,” I asked. “I haven’t thought of anything like this before. I mean, it’s certainly radical. We’re not exactly traditional. Something about this must be rational.”“I’ve been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it.”“When did you start feeling this way?”He huffed. “A very, very long time ago.”I frowned. “How long exactly?”“When we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him.”“Wait… what?” I sputtered.“I haven’t done it but Carl… he admitted experiencing it in a drunken session, which wasn’t a big surprise. He’s always been the one looking for trouble when his grandparents’ backs were turned away.” He looked amused for a moment. “But that’s when I started thinking about the idea. I tho
FAEHe pulled me to him and there was one of his mind-numbing kisses again. I was quivering after he’d released my lips.He moved with me near the window ledge, and it had just enough edge for me to be able to lean on to as he placed me where he wanted me.With his eyes on mine, he lowered himself on his knees between my open thighs and slowly slid the hem of my dress up my thighs until the apex, still covered in sexily cut cotton panties, was exposed, where I knew a spot would already be dewy with the evidence of my arousal.I had to look just casually sitting there from whoever could see outside while my husband slid that cloth to the side so he could tongue my quivering pussy. And if I wasn’t of stronger stuff, I would have melted right there on the ledge to the floor.But the game was up, and my back was erect, my head was tilted to the side a little, as if I was conversing with someone, while my thighs twitched at every damn flick and slide of that wonderful, flexible tongue. I co