17 years later.
Jayson stirred as the morning sun shone through the curtains of his beach cottage. The sea breeze wafted them upwards, and the dawn of a new day filled the room. The air was fresh and crisp, birdsong surrounded him, and waves gently crashed on the shore nearby. He collected his thoughts as he lay there, then turned to a flow of long auburn hair cascading over the pillow next to him. He took a deep breath and was hypnotised by the scent filling his nostrils as a broad smile filled his face. He moved closer, peeling the hair aside to expose her neck, and began gently kissing her from ear to shoulder and back.
She stirred and moaned her approval, welcoming his assault on her senses. Jayson used his free hand to reach over his sleeping beauty, taking her breast in his hand and gently massaged it, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it to life and circling her areola.
Jayson’s kisses moved from her neck to her chest as she rolled from her side to her back. He massaged her glorious DD breasts, taking both nipples in his mouth, sucking on them. In response she cooed and ahh'd, taking Jayson's head in her hands.
“What a glorious way to greet the day. It's way better than any alarm clock,” she purred.
“Alarm clocks on vacation are illegal.” Jayson replied.
He worked his way down, kissing her all the way until he reached his prize. She put up little resistance. Spreading her sculptured legs wide, her newly painted toenails pointing skywards, she offered herself to Jayson knowing what was coming. She panted in anticipation.
Jayson took in her aroma. Her pussy was perfect. He kissed it gently from top to bottom, then probed her with his tongue. She moaned in delight, arched her back, and her breath became short. She was in pure bliss.
She became wet immediately from Jayson’s touch. Her pussy began to swell, and her folds opened, ready to accept whatever was coming. Her nipples were firm and pronounced, and goosebumps appeared on her skin wherever Jayson ran his fingers over her body. Barely touching, sending her senses into overdrive. He probed deeper into her sweet pussy, his tongue lapping up her juices when it wasn’t flicking her clit.
“Oh my, you really do know how to make this girl truly alive!” she said.
“You know I can't resist. I cannot get enough.” Jayson whispered.
“Oh yeah, baby!” she said. “Take all you want and then some more. I cannot get enough of this. I am all yours!”
Jayson inserted one finger into her pussy, then two, then three. She panted with desire, on fire and eager for more. With three fingers in her pussy, he tested her sphincter with his thumb. Lubed with pussy juice, it slipped in with little resistance. She moaned loudly but clamped her hand over her mouth for fear of being heard by innocent ears. The heat and pressure in her were building, and she needed release.
She grabbed Jayson's face, sat bolt upright and kissed him deeply. Her tongue invaded his mouth. Her heart was ready to jump out of her chest. She was as alive as she had ever been. All she wanted now was Jayson inside her.
“Listen to me, mister,” she commanded. “If you don’t fuck me right now, you can forget about me making you breakfast!”
“But all I have is coffee, juice and cereal,” Jayson said comically.
She laughed, reached down and grabbed Jayson’s rock-hard cock. She adored his cock. She worshipped his cock. She’s never had a cock as big or as wide as his before. She loved how it curled upwards when he was rock hard and how it reached inside her and touched her like no other cock ever has. Then there was his stamina. Sometimes it feels like he has fucked her for hours. Not only was her not having an orgasm is unheard of, she was more likely to have at least two or more.
“Ok smart guy,” she said, “then I’m going to bite your cock off!!”
She shouldered him onto his back and brought her mouth down to his cock, starting at the base, and gently bit his cock. Not enough to cause pain, but certainly enough to leave a mark. Jayson’s horniness meter went to eleven with every bite.
“This is wild!” Jayson said. “My cock has never been so hard. Keep this up and you’ll make me come straight away!”
“If you do, you better cum in my mouth,” she said. “I wasn’t planning on washing my hair today,” she chuckled.
“Plus,” she continued, “I want your cum where it belongs, deep in my pussy.”
She wrapped her lips around his engorged cock. She devoured it. Bouncing her head up and down on his sword while she stroked it in unison. Jayson sat up and pulled her ass towards him. As she closed the gap, he lay down, and she threw her leg over, planting her pussy right on his mouth.
She bucked and moaned when Jayson tongue-fucked her pussy. She hit the stratosphere when he plunged two well-lubed fingers in her ass. She was dripping pussy juices all over Jayson while he was depositing mouthfuls of precum into her mouth.
Jayson felt her body tense and her knees clamped on his head. She was so close, so very close. With his tongue in her pussy and two fingers in her ass, he used his free hand to tickle her clit. Immediately she erupted.
“Fuuuck!” she screamed, then swallowed Jayson's cock to muffle the sound as her whole body bucked and squirmed in a dance of ecstasy. Spasm after spasm swept over her. Her face flushed, beads of sweat over her body, her breath short, her body bucking for an eternity. She was in bliss. Breathless, tingly bliss.
“That was a good one.” Jayson said as she came down from an epic orgasm.
“It was intense,” she panted, “so big. You have a magic touch.”
Jayson kissed her passionately, held her close, then broke away.
“Ah,” she barked, “where do you think you’re going, mister?”
Jayson pointed to the kitchen.
“No. No, no. No, no, no,” she said. “You’re going nowhere mister. Not until you fuck me first.”
She insisted and grabbed his still rock-hard cock, pulling him back on the bed on top of her. Pussy juices were dripping from her as she ran his cock up and down her soaked pussy. Her folds opened, ready to accept his phallus. Her womb hungry for every drop of his cum. Then without warning, Jayson thrust forward sinking balls deep inside her. The sudden rush took her breath away. She closed her eyes and purred.
Jayson felt his balls slap her ass as he thrust forward, then withdrew. Her magnificent DD breasts swaying in rhythm with his thrusts. She threw her head back and held her mouth open, the tension started to build in her immediately. She kept her legs spread wide, savouring every time Jayson thrust forward.
“I love your cock when it’s deep inside me,” she gasped, “fill me with your juice. Coat my insides with your sweet cum. Give me every drop.”
Her panting increased, and Jayson felt her tighten. Her pussy gripped his cock like an unseen hand. Holding tight and refusing to let go.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Keep fucking me. Give it to me,” she begged.
Jayson picked up his pace and was now thrusting like a locomotive. Sweat poured off his brow when the first wave hit her. She clamped her legs around Jayson, squeezing the life out of him just as he made his last thrust forward, and shot his load deep inside her, filling her insides, painting her womb. Both were breathing like they had run a marathon, remaining entwined in each other’s arms. Jayson looked down at her chest as it rose and fell with every breath. He could hear her heartbeat. She was his world.
Jayson kissed her passionately and held her close. She responded in kind.
“What did I do to deserve a woman like you?” Jayson asked.
“You just had to be you, and you needed to be loved,” she said.
Eventually, they untangled themselves and got to their feet. Both were naked, and the bed looked like a bomb hit it. Jayson started to walk towards the kitchen. She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the shower.
Two minutes later, the shower was running.
Ten minutes later, she started panting again.
Jayson made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. He lifted the muesli box to find it was empty. Searching the pantry in vain for a fresh box, but no others were found.
“Fuck it,” he murmured and settled for coffee and pineapple juice.
The sound of children playing on the beach grabbed his attention. He looked at them and smiled, then lifted the screen of his laptop and switched it on. A notification popped up advising of a new email.
He opened his email and began reading. His gaze was emotionless. His demeanour was calm but apprehensive. He continued reading.
She walked into the kitchen and saw the empty muesli box on the counter, opened the pantry and took out a fresh box. She poured two bowls, grabbed spoons and milk and took it to the table. She returned with coffee and juice for herself. It was only then she saw the look on Jayson’s face.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“Hmmm?” he muttered, the question breaking his concentration.
“You have a look," she said. "Is there something wrong?"
“Read this,” Jayson said, then turned his laptop towards her.
She looked at the screen and read out loud as Jayson poured milk over his muesli.
“Superior Court. Person name, Moncrief, Isla Marie Jane…” Her voice trailed off to silence as she continued reading. She spoke aloud again.
“Upon application by next of kin, Brenner, Jayson Michael, that Moncrief, Isla Marie Jane, being a person reported missing, and where all avenues of enquiry made by law enforcement, local, state and federal, to locate the said missing person have been exhausted, and where the missing person has not made herself known to this court, or the applicant, or law enforcement, and after the expiration of the statutory period of fifteen years, it is the determination of this court that Moncrief, Isla Marie Jane, be declared deceased.”
A heavy silence hung in the room. They looked at each other.
“It’s done.” Jayson said.
“It’s a loose end that needed tying. Everything in your past with her is now over.” she said.
“Yes,” Jayson said. “You’re right. It’s all done. Finished, and today is a new day.”
She walked over to Jayson, straddled him and pulled his head between her breasts. Her perfume and her touch gave him great comfort.
“I am so glad you’re in my life. You healed me. You make me a better man. I love you so much it hurts.” His voice crackled, and tears welled in his eyes.
She looked at him and held his face gently in her hands. She kissed him and spoke softly.
“Thank you, and you’re welcome.”
They looked at each other and burst out laughing.
She felt Jayson’s cock stir and smiled broadly.
“Where are they?” she asked.
“Playing on the beach.” Jayson replied.
“Fancy another round?” she asked, giving him a wicked look.
Jayson wrapped his arms around her and stood. She locked her ankles behind him and pulled off her top as they made their way back into the bedroom.
Two minutes later children burst into the cabin.
After they returned home Jayson was clearing some old files from his cluttered home office. He had moved up to senior partner which afforded him the luxury of going into the office only when he saw fit. He also only litigated by choice, usually for long-time clients or a particular case that presented a challenge.
Jayson hired a commercial paper shredder and had already filled countless bags. He reached for the next box, opened it and froze. Inside was Nimitz's' collar and lead, his marriage license to Isla, his wedding ring, police reports when he reported her missing and other documents from their marriage. He rifled through them, thumbing through each document until he found what he was looking for.
At 4am the following Saturday, Jayson inspected the rig, his 29-foot Sailfish hitched to his F-350 to make sure all was in order. He packed it the night before with rods, tackle, safety gear, an EPIRB, a satellite telephone and extra fuel. The only thing he needed now was fresh bait. He returned inside the house and collected his supplies—plenty of food and drink – and sneaked into the bedroom. He could hear her breathing gently. She was naked, and her right breast was exposed. He kissed her gently, and she stirred. He licked her nipple, and she giggled.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come fishing with me?” Jayson whispered.
She scowled at Jayson, grunted her disapproval and pushed him away. He laughed as she covered herself, mumbled, farted and went back to sleep.
An hour later, Jayson was at the helm. The twin 300 horsepower Yamaha engines pushing at a respectable 35 knots, with the GPS silently guiding the way. The air was crisp, and the water had a slight chop. He looked to the east and could see a sliver of light appearing from the horizon. The GPS sprang to life glowing in the dark and emitting a constant beep. Two nautical miles to destination. Jayson pulled back the throttle to 20 knots and held course according to his GPS. It beeped again at 100 metres, then again at 50. Jayson put the boat in neutral, then reverse. The GPS burst into life telling him he was on mark, so he throttled reverse to stop his forward momentum. With skill he parked the boat directly above his mark. Jayson checked his fish finder which displayed four lines as the water depth. The seabed was over 4,000 feet below him.
He baited four rods, all with heavy sinkers, and cast them to all sides of the boat. He scanned the horizon and exposed himself for much-wanted relief over the port side. He washed his hands and poured himself a cup of coffee. Opening the starboard storage locker, and pulled out an old sports bag, unzipped it and scanned the contents. He then started removing each item.
First was the ball gag Isla made him wear that night. Next are Isla’s nipple clamps, boots, strap-on and the rest of her bondage gear. His marriage certificate to Isla was next, as were the string of pearls and hoop earrings he had given her for her birthday. The final items were Jayson’s wedding ring and a portrait photograph of his and Isla’s wedding. He looked at it for an eternity. The broad smiles camouflaged all manner of sins. Infidelity, lies, deceit, betrayal, subservience and cowardice. Jayson focused on just one person. The person directly to his right. His best man. Elijah Jerome Pemberton.
Each item was weighed down with heavy weights to ensure their trip to the bottom. Jayson looked at each item before tossing them into the ocean. He got to the last two items, his wedding ring and the wedding photograph. He kissed the ring and dropped it into the water. He looked at the photograph, and a lump formed in his throat. He kissed his fingers and pressed them on Isla’s image and spoke with a broken voice.
“I hope you have finally found peace,” he said with a broken voice.
He dropped it into the water. It floated on the surface as if to give Jayson one last look. Isla’s image stared back at him, then silently it slipped under.
It was done. Jayson was surrounded by a deathly silence. The sky was clear with no wind, and the ocean surface was dead calm. Tears welled in his eyes as he breathed in deep, but it was to no avail. He lost his composure, dropped to his knees and wailed as he wept, burying his face in his hands. After several minutes he stood and wiped his eyes. He bowed his head in silent prayer and crossed himself. It was done. He looked upwards and exhaled as a shooting star raced across the sky. Turning eastward, he looked as dawn was about to break and smiled. He sat at the helm and was about to take a big sip of coffee when all four rods burst into life.
It was 4.30pm when Jayson reversed his boat into the carport next to the garage. He had a haul of fish on board and better still, all were cleaned, scaled and ready to eat. She bounded out of the front door to greet him. Jayson smiled and stood with arms wide open, eyes closed and lips puckered. She stopped well short.
“Yeah, great idea but…,” she hesitated, “you’re covered in fish guts, and you reek of fish!”
“Hmmm,” Jayson thought, “would you prefer I’m covered in lipstick and reek of cheap perfume?”
She laughed at his gotcha.
The whole tribe followed, and many hands made for light work. Jayson’s catch was given a final clean and rinse with the choice fish kept on ice for dinner that evening, the rest frozen for another day. The safety gear was stowed, rods and tackle put away, and the boat and truck cleaned spotless inside and out.
Jayson stepped out of the shower relaxed and refreshed. His cock dripping wet and swaying with his movements. He saw her sitting on the corner of the bed. Her pussy clearly visible through the leg of her cut-off denim shorts, her shirt tied loosely at the bottom, her magnificent braless DD breasts ready to burst out.
He approached and stood with his cock inches from her face. She looked up at Jayson.
“Did you have a good day?” she asked.
“I did,” he replied. “Did you have a good day?”
“I did,” she said. “I spoke with Matthew this morning. He’s loving Yale and he will be home for Thanksgiving. Veronica had basketball this morning .... they lost again. Tanya and Chrissie had ballet, and Peter has been boning up for the entrance exam into West Point.”
“Hmmm. Army,” Jayson growled. “I’ve told him he can join the Navy, and I can get him into Officer Candidate School. I have some pull in the Navy you know.”
“Yes, I know that, Rear Admiral Brenner, but he has his heart set on the Army, and I’m not going to stand in his way,” she said as she reached for Jayson’s cock, stroked it a few times, cupped his balls and kissed the head.
“I know,” said Jayson, “and I will do everything I can to make his dreams come true. You know I’ll do anything for those boys, but Army? Really?”
She giggled, and Jayson positioned himself behind her. His legs spread and his firming cock upright and pressed against her back. He reached forward and began massaging her breasts under her shirt. She moaned under his touch.
Jayson kissed the back of her neck. She arched her back, her mouth agape, her nipples getting firm.
“You and your boys mean the world to me, and together with our girls I have everything I ever wanted.” Jayson said.
"But there’s been something on my mind.” Jayson continued.
She was moaning under his touch and getting wet from his kisses.
“What’s on your mind?” She spoke as the fog of ecstasy enveloped her.
“A change.” he said.
“Change? Change what?” she asked, lost and not paying much attention.
“Well,” he started, “instead of Jennifer Ann Conlon, how does Jennifer Ann Brenner sound?”
Jennifer froze and turned to face Jayson. Tears welled in her eyes, and she nodded.
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