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Chapter 14 – Let the games begin.

Several weeks had passed since Alex and Molly had made the permanent move up to Manchester, the house had been sorted out to everyone’s satisfaction and plans were being made for the wedding. Molly was also regularly and happily being shipped around to friends’ houses for sleepovers or left with Sam and Annie or Shaz and Chris so that Gene and Alex could have some time to themselves, safe in the knowledge that their antics weren’t going to be disturbed by or disturbing to their daughter.

Their Saturday night ritual had begun pretty much as it had every week. After spending the day with Molly they’d managed to get someone to look after her; they’d cooked pasta and eaten around 8 pm chatting about the events during the day; Molly would normally ring about 9.30 pm to let her parents know she was ok and that she was going to bed. By the end of the call, Gene and Alex would generally be sat together, arm in arm, in front of the television choosing to watch something that wouldn’t interfere with Match of the Day.

As soon as that came on, Alex would disappear upstairs, having a shower and getting ready for bed. She’d usually be asleep by the time Gene was ready to come up but she wanted tonight to be different. Molly wasn’t going to be back until Monday night after school and Alex needed some serious fun, all they’d been doing for the last few weeks was painting, picking out furniture and talking about what they wanted for the wedding.

She only hoped that Gene would appreciate the purchases she’d made earlier on that day when he’d been preoccupied with Molly’s interest in a new pair of trainers for school, which then turned into a new bag and some hair accessories as well.

Dressed in nothing but her dressing gown she turned the bag upside down, the booty slipping out and falling onto the bed. She’d already surprised him the previous week by showing him her completely naked mound after she’d invested in an intimate shaver, although they’d only managed a steamy quickie before both had fallen sound asleep in each others arms, not waking until the door opened and the familiar sounds of Molly’s footsteps on the stairs signalled her return from Shaz and Chris’s.

Alex turned back to the full length mirror, opening her gown up and studying herself. There was no denying he’d loved the feel of her completely hair free and she’d been keeping tabs on how it was looking. She tore the tissue paper from around the first item, a black pearl and lace thong. Stepping into the tiny item she eventually found the correct position for it as she tweaked and readjusted, the bottom point of the lace ‘v’ finally sitting at the point where her curls would start ordinarily. The elastic around her waist was strung with black pearls and that sat up over her hip bones and around the hollow over her bottom at the base of her spine. A final string of pearls led from the lace v to the centre of the elastic, allowing them to sit just within her folds; a lovely warm and spine tingling feeling span through her body as she moved.

She picked up the next wrapped item and pulled that out too, a sheer black capped sleeve silk organza tunic that hung over her frame, nipping in around the hips with the aid of some very fine elastic and finishing just below the cheeks of her bottom. Another look in the mirror made her feel surprisingly horny as she took in the very low lace edged v-neck of the tunic, giving an ample view of her cleavage, almost enough to see the very edge of her nipples. Her final purchase had been a pair of very glossy sheer black hold up stockings with two inches of lace around the top; she put them on before fishing around in the bottom of the wardrobe for her 4 inch high black leather stilettos with chrome heels.

She looked at the clock; she still had a few minutes before she was going to present herself to him. She applied the faintest hint of eyeliner and mascara, knowing that Gene preferred her that way and after finding the length of velvet ribbon and a large black stone pendant in Molly’s craft box, she’d tied the makeshift necklace around her neck and used the other half of the ribbon to tie her hair back at the base of her neck. Another look and a few more steps and she was more excited than she thought she’d be when she’d been in the shop deciding what to buy.

She made her way down the stairs as quietly as she could, inching the living room door open and peering around it. Gene was laid out on the sofa, asleep; the television blaring away to itself. She went to it and turned it off turning back to the sleeping form of her fiancé, ‘so much for my night of passion,’ she thought. She picked up the dirty mugs that they had used earlier and made her way into the kitchen, the heels of her shoes clicking on the tiles as she crossed the floor to the sink.

Gene stirred, he hadn’t been asleep for long but, after realising the television was no longer on, he decided that Alex must have found him and tuned it off. He got up from his seat and stretched, his long arms punching into the air above his head as he came too. Vaguely aware of movement in the kitchen he stealthily padded in that direction, his footsteps silent as his stockinged feet met the carpet. The sight of Alex in not very much at all doing the washing up made his cock twitch, he leant against the doorframe waiting for her to finish.

She turned around; unaware that Gene had been watching her, jumping at the sight of him propped in the doorway, a mischievous grin across his face. “Anyone would think you’d come down ‘ere for a quickie, dressed like that.”

“Well, I was hoping for a little more than just a quickie.” She returned, hoping that he would take the hint. “I wasn’t expecting to find you asleep though.”

He was certainly awake now and rapidly crossed the distance between them, taking her into his embrace and finding her mouth with his own, the slow, languid kiss turning into erotica for her as his gentle movements caused the pearls to shift against her clit. She couldn’t help but moan, both sets of lips being pleasured at the same time. He pulled back, “will it do for a start?”

She nodded, unable to respond in any other way. She gasped again and threw back her head as he gently lifted her up onto the worktop. “What ‘as got into you?”

She shook her head, waiting for the feelings to subside down below. “New thong,” she managed.

He reached down pulling up the hem of the tunic and inspected the offending piece of underwear. “I take it you’ve been givin’ yourself a bit of pleasure with that thin’?”

“Just a bit, didn’t realise it was going to be so good. I nearly came twice whilst I was doing the washing up,” she giggled, biting her bottom lip whilst giving him a coy smile.

He sniggered in return. Bringing her hips closer to the edge of the worktop, he pushed her shoulders back slightly and placed a hand over her sex, within seconds he had moved the pearls to one side and a finger had dipped inside of her. “You’re very wet, Alex,” she nodded again, “can’t let that go t’ waste can we?” His cock was aching to be free and in one rapid movement his jeans and boxers were around his ankles. “Do you want me?” She threw her head back in response as she opened her legs wider, giving him the signal that he needed. He delved into her slowly, resting his hands over her buttocks as she drew her legs behind him and hooked them around his waist.

He began pumping harder and stronger; she sank back on her hips and positioned her legs further up his back as he held onto her thighs going deeper with every thrust. He bent toward her kissing an exposed part of her neck and down toward her cleavage, licking in circles as her hands moved to his head and stroked through his dark golden hair. “I’ve always wanted to do it in the kitchen,” he said, his breath ragged as they both ground against one another harder and faster, each matching the other. He felt her begin to tighten around him as he continued to thrust, another push and she was screaming his name coming around him as he kept going. He wasn’t far behind her, calling her name through his panting before collapsing against her and whispering his love for her into her ear.

Gradually he composed himself, “I want you out of that stuff quickly,” he ordered, helping her down from the side, his hands cupped around her buttocks, fingertips gently tickling her opening. “No more excitement from that thong.”

He set her on her feet. Taking a few steps away from him she turned back and looked over her shoulder, “make me.” Alex turned and fled, attempting to carry herself as quickly as she could through the house and up the stairs, her laughter echoing along the hallway. Gene fled after her, catching up with her at the front door, he scooped her up flinging her over his shoulder and carrying her squirming form up to their bedroom.

“You realise you’ve asked for it now?” He said playfully, smacking her bottom as she writhed under the caressing touches of his hands over her thighs.

“Ooooh, and I’m so scared of the Gene Genie,” she protested in mock humour, both of them now laughing at their own stupidity but enjoying it just the same.

Gene pulled her from his shoulder, gently throwing her on top of the duvet. “You are such a bad girl,” he pulled off his lime green polo shirt, only breaking eye contact with her when the shirt went over his head. She laughed, his hair was all over the place and she wanted to run her hands through it. “An’ do you know what I do with bad girls?” She put her finger in her mouth and ran her tongue around it as she watched him pull his jeans and socks off. “I do t’ you what you’re doin’ t’ me now. I tease,” he took his position on the bed, laying next to her on his side. His head was propped up by one hand as his free hand traced circles over her body, finally ghosting a touch over each of her nipples, “an’ then I tease.” His voice was a groan, his hand was now tickling her neck, around her earlobes and at the top of her spine, “an’ then I tease some more.” His hand slid down to her core, pulling the pearl string upwards and then letting it ping back with the gentle force of the elasticised lace it was attached to. She moaned, throwing back her head as the pearls rasped over the head of her clit. He repeated his action again, getting the same reaction, so carried on again and again until she begged him to make her come by whichever method he deemed necessary.

“Were these very expensive?” He asked her, as he grabbed hold of one of the straps that rested over her hip bone.

“Yes,” she was barely able to answer.

“Better be careful with ‘em then, ‘adn’t I? Lift your knees up an’ apart, Alex.” His intention wasn’t clear but she obeyed just the same, closing her eyes to the swirling of his tongue after he’d repositioned himself between her legs. He gently pulled at the thong with his teeth, first one side and then the other. She obliged him by pulling her hips off the bed so that he could continue unaided. He kissed and nipped at her skin as he took his time gliding the scrap of fabric and beads from her body with his mouth and allowing them to drop to the floor when he’d finished.

He reached over to the bedside lamp switching it on and drowned in the glory of her sex as it was bathed in light. “I can ‘onestly say that you ‘ave the most beautiful pussy, Alex.” His voice was gruff as he continued to look at her, his arousal now apparent beneath his briefs, struggling to get out and into her warm musky centre once more.

She ached for his touch, her body moving involuntarily as he continued to look at her. “Gene?” She breathed out, one of her hands finding its way to a breast the other down to her clit.

Gene batted her hands away, “no, Alex. Don’t forget, I’m still punishin’ you for bein’ bad.”

“Then punish me already.” She wriggled, his hands finding her bottom and squeezing the peaches beneath them. His head went to her right hip and kissed down to the top of her stocking. Again he took the material between his teeth and gently pulled the glossy sheath from around her thigh and down her calf, his hands pulling her shoe off and dropping both items to the ground. She arched her foot in his hands as his mouth found her toes, licking and sucking them before laying more kisses up the insides of her thigh, stopping short of her core before repeating with her left leg, “you’re so soft,” he murmured.

He sat on the edge of the bed and helped her to sit, before bodily moving her so that she laid over his lap, his still covered cock teasing her clit. He spanked her tenderly several times, she giggled beneath him, her legs coming up at the knees as her nerve endings tingled from his loving taps. “Do you like that?” She nodded. His fingers began deftly stroking down between her cheeks and over her back passage, she writhed again under his touch as he dipped lower and stroked her perineum causing her to gasp and wriggle more. She needed something, anything to fill her cavity and make her feel whole. Her legs fell apart instinctively as he delved in a finger and then two, she was incredibly wet again and it took all of his strength not to come in his pants. He closed his eyes to the feel of her silky insides, rasping his digits over her spongy g-spot in order to bring her to new heights. “Alex, give me your ‘and.” She did and after freeing his cock from his shorts he placed her hand around him. She began pumping, “no, don’t. I want t’ release inside you, just ‘old me, stop me coming.” She nodded, concentrating on her job as he reached further underneath them with his free hand and gently flicked her clitoris.

She groaned as her breathing became raspy. “Oh my god, Gene, don’t stop, please don’t stop this time.”

“I ‘ave no intention of stoppin’,” he growled working his fingers of one hand in and out of her whilst the other continued to fondle her now swollen nub. He decided to throw in another finger and now three were delving into her, he felt her open up to him and then with a great crescendo of hip wriggling and quick thrusts she was coming over his fingers. Leaving her to calm down he turned her over and allowed her to watch him as he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked her taste from them. She made to sit next to him and grabbed his hand, pulling his fingers to her and sucking them herself. “You really are a bad girl,” he cried out, as she gave him one of her ‘I may be looking at you as if I’m shy, but I’m not really’ looks.

He pulled his boxers from his body and, after careful positioning, took a seat on the sturdy dressing table chair. The deep sponge cushion giving way to his torso as he straddled it. She gasped, she had an idea of what was to come and she couldn’t wait. “Come ‘ere?” He asked her, holding out his hand. She sidled over standing in front of him, her hand now in his. He tugged at the hem of the tunic she was still wearing, pulling it up signalling that it was to come off. She did as she was bid and that soon joined the other items on the floor. “’Now I’ve got us ‘ere, ‘ow do you want t’ do this?”

“Like this,” she purred, tuning away from him and squatting over him. “You may have to help me,” she cooed, as she brushed her hairless sex over the tip of his rock hard penis. She took his hand and guided it underneath her helping him to open her up so that she could slip herself over him, the anticipation of it all making her excited once more. She slid down onto him, both gasping at the renewed pleasure. His hands found their way to her hips and helped guide her up and down his shaft as she grabbed at him behind her using her hands on his legs to aid her leverage. He moved her hair from over her shoulder and put his lips to the now exposed skin, delighting in the smell of her musk. “Gene?”

“Yeah?”

“Look at us,” she followed his eyes as they met her gaze in the full length mirror in front of them. His steely grey orbs opening wide at the realisation that he, no, they could both see her riding up and down over his stiff dick. He noticed the graceful bobbing of her breasts and the pendant of the necklace as she continued to work him, one of his hands went up to cup a nipple and then fondle it, he watched in awe as the dark rose bud peaked before his very eyes. “How are you doing?” She asked as he watched a smile creep over her face.

“Don’t know ‘ow long I can ‘old on, t’ be ‘onest. With watchin’ our own ‘ome made porn.” She giggled, trying to keep hold of her rhythm. “’Ow ‘bout you?”

“Getting’ there, but you know what to do if you need me to hurry up a bit.” She watched him nod, his fingers grazing down the inside of her thigh and finding the now familiar spot. He rubbed over it, both of them watching the other becoming more and more aroused by both the sight of his extra action and their actual position. “Oh god, I’m close now, Gene. So close. Gene … Gene … Gene.” Her excitement grew, her hips grinding up and down with more frequency, her muscles closing in around him as her wetness helped the friction build between them.

“Alex, for god’s sake don’t stop now. Alex, I’m coming. Ahh. Alex.” He pumped hard, releasing himself inside of her. His mind reeled as he realised that that was probably the best orgasm he’d ever had. His head rested against her shoulder, his mouth kissing fervently as she fell against him panting out his name. “That were bloody good,” he felt her nodding her head in agreement. “Don’t think I can move.” She shook her head too. His eyes went back to the mirror, raking over their still coupled bodies. He slid his arms around her, hugging her to him before allowing her to remove herself from his now receding manhood. They stood up together, both unsure if they could do it alone using the other to steady themselves. Eventually, they threaded their way back to the bed, Alex bending over and turning back the cover. He helped her slide in and he quickly followed her in, spooning his body behind her, his leg over hers, his arm lovingly covering her breasts. “I love you, Alex.”

She bent her head back to look at him, “I love you, Gene. Always have, always will.” A lazy smile tinged her lips as her eyes began to fade.

He covered her mouth with his and placed the lightest of touches against her lips. “Me too.” And with that his eyes were closed too, both drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

.oOo.

Alex awoke, cold and alone. She shifted her position turning around to see if Gene had made for his side of the bed but no one was there. Puzzled, she sat up, a twinge in her pussy reminding her of their uninhibited exploits. She laid her hand over it; it almost felt like she was still having an orgasm, like an unfaltering rip tide of her senses.

Suitably content, she got up from their bed and found her dressing gown, surveying the array of clothes strewn over the floor. She smiled, last night had been very good.

Loosely tying the gown around her body as she walked out onto the landing, she noticed a light on in one of the spare rooms. She looked inside, no Gene, but boxes had been placed on top of the bed and the contents had been searched. Curiosity got the better of her and she quietly padded across the floor, looking into the cartons and realising that the items were from Gene’s past, and a lot were of Becky.

She switched off the light as she left the room, something had obviously sparked him to look for something and she needed to know what. They’d agreed not to keep secrets but Gene had never allowed himself to say much about his wife. Perhaps the impending date for their own wedding had triggered something inside of him, something that had made him search for an item or a particular photograph that he felt he needed to interact with once more before he shut that part of his life off for good.

Stealthily making her way down the stairs, she wandered around trying to locate him. Every room she tried she couldn’t find him in. She switched off the lights as she went finally walking through into the kitchen. “Where are you, Gene?” She asked but never got a reply. Perhaps he’d gone out for a walk or a drive; he’d be back when he felt ready to. She switched off the kitchen light, the whole lower floor now encased in darkness apart from the light that shone down the stairwell from the landing above. She looked back into the void and out through the window. Something caught her eye and she moved across the floor to stand at the sink. She scanned the garden but it was still so dark, there again. “What the hell?” She lent over toward the back door and switched on the outside light. There, sat on the swing beneath the old apple tree, was Gene smoking; now shielding his face from the light.

She found a pair of Dolly shoes in the hallway and went outside to him, pulling up one of the patio chairs. He was dressed in his thick blue towelling dressing gown, slippers on his feet and wearing a look of complete hopelessness on his face. “What’s up?” She asked soothingly, making to take his hands in hers but never getting the chance as he pulled them away and placed them in his pockets.

“I don’t think this is goin’ t’ work.” He blurted out.

Alex didn’t understand as she eyed him suspiciously, “what isn’t going to work?” She asked calmly, inspecting the area for a glass or bottle but finding nothing.

“This, us!”

“Why ever not?”

“Because …”

“Because? Because what, Gene? You’re really beginning to scare me.”

“I’m scaring you … this whole thing is scaring me. You, me, being together, Molly. What if something ‘appens and it’s just me an’ Moll’s? Or you an’ Moll’s?”

“Moll’s and I can cope and I’m damn sure that you and Moll’s could too. This is about Becky isn’t it?”

He nodded, his eyes clouding over with unshed tears. “I loved ‘er an’ she were taken away from me. I’ll always love ‘er, Alex, you know that, but after last night, after what we did, I realised that I love you more than I ever loved ‘er. Does that sound crazy?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”

“But aren’t we only meant t’ find true ‘appiness once, I mean, Becky she were my soul mate. At least I thought she were. But now I’ve got you an’ I feel like I let ‘er down because I love you so much.”

“Gene, everything happens for a reason. After 10 years of you not even knowing you had a daughter we managed to find common ground, realised what it was that had made us love each other in the first place, found out that through everything we’d been through we were meant to be together, sharing each others lives, making love, having more children eventually. We may not have had a conventional relationship but who does. How do you think you’d feel if we’d met when Becky was still alive?”

“I don’t know, I could never have been unfaithful to her.”

“Which means that you would’ve been happily living your life in this house with Becky and your son? He’d be grown up now, probably in a relationship, thinking about settling down and having a family of his own. And you and I would never have had Molly.”

“This is my second chance,” he said, not looking at her. “Everythin’ ‘appens for a reason. I just can’t lose you because I love you.”

“This is your second chance; I’m your second chance. Don’t you see? I’m going nowhere, Gene, I’m staying here with you, I’m going to love you and look after you until my faculties don’t allow me to any longer.” She got up from her seat and sat on his knee, her arms around his neck as she lent into his ear, she whispered, “I’m going to make love to you forever, even when we’re old, grey and wrinkly.” She nuzzled into his neck placing a kiss just underneath his earlobe.

“You’re never leaving me?”

“Never, Gene. We’ve got 10 years to catch up on for a start and I want you showing me just how much you’ve missed me. And as for Becky, she’s part of your past; don’t hide her away from me. If there was something that you enjoyed doing with her, tell me about it, maybe we can have a go.”

“We weren’t that adventurous in the bedroom.”

“Does your mind always have to stoop that low, I was talking about … I don’t know, walking, gardening, playing chess.”

“Playing chess?” He scoffed.

“You’ve obviously never played strip chess before. Great for the mind and the body, can get very steamy,” she raised her eyebrows for effect before licking her tongue over his lips. He caught it in his mouth and sucked. She slid a hand into his pocket, arresting his own and pulling it out. She laid it on her thigh where the gown was revealing her skin and motioned form him to move it up to her crotch. “Alex, I’m not takin’ you in the garden.”

“I’m not asking you to, the neighbours are far too nosy. Just get me inside, we’ll decide where when we get there,” she continued kissing him as he guided her back toward the house, his hand still on her naked mound.

“I ‘ave told you ‘ow much I like you bare ‘aven’t I,” he ran his palm over the baby soft skin of her pubic region, she gasped just managing to step over the threshold back into the house before he’d whipped her gown off and had laid her on top of the dining room table. “Give us a sec,” she moaned as he fled the room, coming back in moments later and switching on the wall lights. “Just locked up.” He pulled out the chair in front of her, sat down and studied her, by god she was beautiful. “So, you’re assuring’ me that I’m not gonna get punished for lovin’ you?”

“Yes, only by me. Besides, we’ve already got past that anyway if you remember, the two of us suffocating in that room together.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d forgotten ‘bout that. Go figure, everythin’ ‘appens for a reason.”

“Like me strapping you to my pussy if you don’t just get on and suck me.”

“’Ow on earth did I manage t’ find the dirtiest posh bird in England.”

“Gene?”

“Only teasin’.”

“And by god am I going to tease you later for this.”

“Can’t wait.” He pulled her to him, placing her legs over his sturdy shoulders as he opened her outer lips. Her inner lips pushed forward and he bent down to them, kissing them, licking them, lapping at them, circling in figure 8’s with his tongue, going from side to side, up and down, finding the now swollen nub and lifting it up so that she bucked her hips. A finger was now inside her, gently probing her spot as he continued to soothingly rub her clit with his tongue. He pulled out his finger, replacing it with his tongue, at this angle he could delve deep inside of her feeling her crashing about on the table, her body rocking and her fists banging down on the surface.

“Gene, I want you inside me, now.” He stood up, allowing her legs to travel down his arms and the sides of his body, finding his recently vacated seat and using that to keep her from sliding off the table. He opened the gown, exposing himself to the world and dipped into her slowly and smoothly. He looked down to their pairing; he could see himself slipping in and out of her causing his excitement to increase along with his thrusts. He knew they were climbing the ladder to fulfilment again and nothing could stop them. Each breathing out the other’s name as they crashed over the edge. He bent over her and kissed her mouth, she smiled as he drew back a little. “How do you feel Gene, now, about us? Do you still think this isn’t going to work?”

He blushed, ashamed at his stupidity; he knew nothing was going to take Alex away from him like it had Becky. He knew that Becky’s memory would always live with him and knew that Alex wouldn’t deny him the time to grieve her or his son as he knew he would need to from time to time. He even suspected that Alex would help him grieve. He really was blessed, he could see that now. “It’s goin’ t’ work, ‘cause I know we can make it work. You’ve made me so ‘appy, Alex.”

“Likewise, Mr Hunt, I’ve never been happier than when I’ve been with you, whatever we’re doing.”

“Come on,” he pulled her up, “let’s go t’ bed.”

“I thought we had, we’ve been hopping in and out of it all night.” She smiled seductively.

“I’m gettin’ old woman, I need sleep, and kippin’ alongside a beautiful woman whose breast I can fondle at anytime I please is just what the doctor ordered.” Two could play at that game. “Oh,” he remarked stopping halfway up the stairs and looking back to Alex, “remind me t’ buy a chess set later.”

“You want to play strip chess, then? I’ll have you know I’m rather good at it.”

“No point learnin’ from an amateur is there, you’re gonna ‘ave t’ teach me everythin’.” They continued on their way to the bedroom.

“Oh, I’ll teach you everything alright.”

“I know you will, I’m lookin’ forward t’ it.” He closed the door behind them as he watched Alex’s wriggling behind get into bed, was she actually enticing him on again? “One thin’s for certain?”

She crawled on all fours, poking her bum in the air, definitely enticing him, she was relentless tonight. She looked back at him, questioning why he hadn’t made another move on her already. “What’s that?”

He stood behind her, rubbing his fingers over her crack, dipping in, god she was so hot and wet. “We’re gonna ‘ave one ‘ell of a mess to clean up before Molly gets back.”
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