Page 29 of Resurrect Me

I mask up and jump out the truck, quietly closing and locking the door. I pull my phone out and text her that I’m walking up. It’s nine-fifty-nine pm. My stomach growls. Something it does when I’m nervous. This is the first time I’m coming face-to-face with Tacy and not during a struggle. It’s probably a stupid idea. I should have told her no, but how can I say no to her, when all I want to do is slide my cock into her little wet cunt…I shake the thought of her naked body from my mind.

I stay in the shadows and sidle up to the garage door. Tacy plods down the porch steps in a pair of slippers I gave her for Christmas. Her diamond engagement ring gleams in the porch light, matching the red highlights in her hair and the twinkle in her eyes. She’s gorgeous. Drop dead gorgeous. The woman could wear a fucking garbage bag and still give me an erection.

I tap on the voice changer behind my mask, turning it on, and greet her.

“Hi,” I say and my stomach grumbles louder as she approaches me in the dark driveway.

“Hi…Aris,” she says and beams. “Love the new look.”

There’s a chill in the air, and she shivers a bit then wraps her peacoat tighter around her curvy body. I wish I could get her out of those clothes.

“Thanks,” I say, and my voice comes out all warped. Low and gravelly like the slasher on that horror movie from the nineties. “And you look amazing.”

“It’s cold tonight,” she says, shiny white teeth chattering a bit. I don’t know why, but this is the most breathtaking she’s ever looked. Even more beautiful than on our wedding day. Maybe it’s because as bad as I want her, I can’t have her. Not yet at least.

“Why don’t you come inside?” She suggests.

I shake my head and suck in air, “No. That’s okay.”

“Let me rephrase that. It’s cold out here, Daddy. Come inside,” she says, every word dripping with sex. She sticks out her bottom lip and bats her eyelashes at me. Hearing my old bedroom pet name woke my cock right up.

“You got it, Babydoll,” I concede and follow her around the side of the house and into the back door. What am I doing? I shouldn’t go inside. Can’t go inside. But oh my God, I miss her body.

She pushes open the door and closes it gently behind us. Locking two deadbolts and the knob. Then she rushes over to the alarm system and enters the code to secure it again.

“I know you’re here, but you can never be too careful,” she says and takes her coat off. She lays it across a chair in the kitchen and comes over to me, swaying her hips and giving me those bedroom eyes.

“Follow me,” she says and walks me down the hallway to the bedroom. Fuck. I should leave. I can’t be here. But God it feels so good. So right.

We pass by the kids’ rooms – Cammy’s on the left; Ben’s on the right. And I long to see my children’s faces again. Hear their little voices. I missed so much this past year.

We enter the bedroom, and Tacy shuts the door behind us. She locks it. Then immediately unbuttons her blouse. It falls to the floor exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples are firm and pink.

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” I ask and draw back. “We can’t do this.”

I really should go.

She whips off her belt and unbuttons her jeans, stepping out of them and revealing her bare pussy. She went commando. She planned this.

“Come on, Daddy,” my wife coos. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Tacy runs her hand over her hip and then over the little knob between her legs. Just barely brushing it. Teasing me.

“Why, Tacy? Why are you doing this to me?” My cock is hard as a rock and straining against my jeans. Has she figured me out? Even with the mask and the voice changer? Maybe not…maybe she’s just horny as fuck. It’s been a long time since I technically died, after all.

She sways over and grabs my hand, then places it on her breast. “Isn’t it nice and soft?”

I nod. Then oblige her by cupping her breast in my hand and gently pinching the nipple.

She takes my other hand, turns it downward, and rubs it up the center of her slit. She’s dripping wet and her little clit is erect.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan into her ear.

“Yes, exactly,” she says and jumps on top of me, throwing me backwards onto the bed. She straddles me, grinding her pussy over my clothed crotch. I’m pulsating and ready to penetrate her little cunt. But I can’t. One look at my cock up close and she’ll know it’s me.

I sit up and plop her to the side of the mattress.

“No, Tacy. I can’t fuck you.”

She bounces off the bed, pouts, and folds her arms over her chest. “Why not, Aris King?”

---