It had begun to rain lightly. The sound of the raindrops tapping on the window had become white noise. Evelyn and Ethan had just awoken from a brief nap and were now lying on their sides facing each other. They were taking turns making funny faces, trying to be the first to make the other laugh. Evelyn had almost cracked up once, but her resolve had held. For Ethan, it had been three times. In the end, they called it a draw.

"I don't know about you, but I could go for some of that cobbler right about now," Ethan said.

"You read my mind," Evelyn replied.

They climbed out of the bed and started to get dressed. Ethan pulled up his boxer briefs then put on his t-shirt. He then inserted his legs into his 501s one at a time then proceeded to button up the fly. Evelyn put on her bath robe and tied the belt into a loose knot. It was blueish-grey in color and mid-thigh in length. They both started towards the door when Ethan suddenly stopped, turned around, and put his hand up.

"Wait here. I'll be right back," he instructed.

"Umm, okay," Evelyn replied.

Ethan disappeared out the door and down the hall.

"Please don't be long!" Evelyn called out.

She heard the sound of the back door being opened. She was both curious and excited. She didn't know what he was up to, but she hoped he'd be back before long. There was always the chance--however slim--that a nosy neighbor would spot him and get suspicious. They had been extraordinarily discreet since their affair had started, but they knew that one slip-up, one moment of carelessness, is all it would take to shatter their worlds. The worlds they had spent the better part of their lives building. Luckily, Evelyn wouldn't have to stew with these thoughts for long as she presently heard the back door being shut and then the sound of Ethan's footsteps approaching from down the hall. When he returned to the bedroom, he held something in his hand that Evelyn recognized instantly.

Ethan had walked over to the lotus plants that Evelyn had been growing out back and plucked a single petal from the largest flower. He brought it back to the bedroom, where Evelyn was eagerly waiting. While she watched intently, he brought it to his lips and kissed it slowly. He then gently grasped Evelyn's right wrist and lifted her arm. He placed the petal in the palm of her hand, then used his other hand to fold her fingers over it. They leaned in and kissed.

"Okay, no more delays. I'm famished. Cobbler time!" he said playfully and moved briskly towards the kitchen.

But Evelyn didn't follow. Not right away. She walked over to her Phantom of the Opera music box that she kept on the dresser and opened it. The hinges were stiff. She couldn't remember the last time she had wound the knob, but it had just enough left to play a few seconds of "Masquerade" as she placed the lotus petal inside and shut the lid.

"Ev? You coming? Don't think I'm above starting without you!" Ethan called from the other side of the house.

Evelyn hurried to the kitchen. "Don't you know that patience is a virtue?" she said as she rapidly poked all around his torso with two stiff index fingers.

"Okay! Okay! Sorry! Sorry!" Ethan pleaded, not certain if he really wanted her to stop.

Evelyn walked to the stove top and was about to grab a spatula when she was hit with a bolt of inspiration. She undid the knot on the belt of her robe and pulled it through the loops and off. She then grabbed the bottom hem of the robe from the back and pulled it up past her waist. She held the fold in place with one hand while grabbing the belt with the other. This would require some tricky maneuvering, but Evelyn was determined. It took a few seconds, but Evelyn managed to get the belt around her midsection and both layers of the now folded-up robe. She tied it in the front securely, holding everything in place. This gave Ethan full view of Evelyn's bare ass as she moved about the kitchen.

She turned around and shot him an expression that asked, "So, waddaya think?"

He responded by making the "chef's kiss" gesture.

Pleased with her ingenuity, Evelyn turned back around and opened the cabinet. She pulled out a bowl. Then another. Then another.

"Three bowls? Are we expecting company?" Ethan was being facetious, but he was genuinely perplexed.

Evelyn opened a drawer and took out two spoons. Then she grabbed a spatula and filled one of the bowls with the peach cobbler. She carried the bowl and one of the spoons over to Ethan and placed them in front of him. Ethan was a gentleman, so he didn't start eating right away. He would wait until Evelyn was ready with her serving.

Evelyn returned to the stove top--Ethan's eyes glued to her shapely ass the whole time--and filled the second bowl with cobbler. She brought the bowl and the other spoon over to the table and set them down. She made one more trip to the stove top to grab the empty bowl. She brought it back to the table and set it down near the edge. Ethan was dying to ask the obvious question, but decided not to. He began to chow down. Evelyn just watched him lovingly, her chin resting on her hand.

"Ev, sweetheart, why aren't you eating? I thought you were hungry," Ethan asked. "It's reallllly good!"

"Yours may be good, but mine is still missing an important ingredient," Evelyn replied.

By this time, Ethan wasn't even trying to conceal his puzzlement. Evelyn decided to end the mystery. She stood up and walked to the fridge. She opened the door and grabbed a can of Reddi Wip, returned to the table, and set it down next to the empty bowl. She walked to where Ethan was sitting and told him to turn his chair to face her. He didn't hesitate. She then pulled her robe open to reveal her breasts. She took hold of Ethan's hands, took a backward step, then leaned back slightly. Ethan took the hint and rose to his feet. Evelyn sprayed a golf ball-sized amount of the whipped cream into her mouth then french kissed Ethan deeply, sharing the sweet treat with him. She moved her tongue all around inside his mouth as she unbuttoned his jeans. Then in one sharp but fluid motion, she yanked down his jeans and boxer briefs, freeing his rapidly stiffening cock.

Only then did she remove her mouth from his. She bit down lightly on her lower lip coquettishly, wrapped her fingers around Ethan's cock, and began to stroke, never taking her eyes off his. Ethan brought his hands up to her breasts and began to massage tenderly. After a couple of minutes, Evelyn moved to her knees. She lifted up on Ethan's penis, placed her tongue at the base on the underside, and dragged her tongue along its length at an agonizingly slow speed.

"Oh my God, Ev," Ethan said in a breathy voice.

When she reached the tip, she began to circle her tongue around the head, as fast as she could make it go. Ethan placed his hands on Evelyn's shoulders to steady himself. He didn't push or squeeze; he just rested them there to help with his balance.

At this point, Evelyn was done with any slow teasing. She was now sucking his cock vigorously, sliding her mouth and hand all along the length of his shaft. She moved her free hand to beneath his scrotum, then used her fingernails to lightly scratch the underside of his testicles as she continued to lick and suck with abandon.

"Oh my God, Ev," Ethan repeated. "That feels sooooo good!!!"

Ethan would have liked for this to go on forever, but after several minutes, he knew he was approaching the point of no return. He was expecting her to swallow as she normally did, but on this day, Evelyn had something else in mind. As his breathing became faster and his muscles started to jerk and twitch, Evelyn removed her mouth from his cock (though she continued to stroke with her hand) and picked up the empty bowl. She held it at an angle just in front of the tip as he ejaculated forcefully and abundantly. It took some quick reflexes, but damn if Evelyn didn't catch every last drop in that bowl. She placed it back on the table and returned to her seat, resting her exhausted right arm. Ethan pulled up his underwear and jeans and slumped heavily into his chair, spent but satisfied.

"Ev, I... I just want you to know..." Ethan still hadn't fully caught his breath.

"I know, my love. I know. I feel it too. I have ever since that first day, and I always will until my last day," Evelyn said in a low voice and with misty eyes. After a brief, silent pause, she perked up and declared, "But now, it's time for dessert!"

Ethan watched transfixed as Evelyn picked up the bowl that had just been in her hand moments before. She moved it up and over the bowl that contained her peach cobbler, tilted it, and--using the spoon to help it along--she drizzled Ethan's fresh, warm cum on top of her dessert. Then she used the bottom of the spoon to spread it around, covering as much of the surface area as possible.

"Now it's ready." She winked at Ethan. He smiled but said nothing.

She made a "yummy" sound--or some variation thereof--with each bite. Seeing Evelyn enjoy his essence in this way made Ethan feel...well...aroused, sure, but there was something else. Something was igniting his ego. He felt...flattered.

Flattered? Did that make sense? Does it matter? This was all nothing else but madness. But it was their madness. They didn't know how long they could keep this going. How long they could keep lying to the people they loved. And who loved them. The past was unchangeable and the future was uncertain. Even frightening. But for today, they were living entirely in the present. For Evelyn and Ethan, this little, nondescript kitchen was the universe. There was nothing beyond these walls but an empty, mindless void. At least, that's what they were choosing to pretend. And that was okay. After all, what's life without a little make-believe? There's no harm in that. Right?

The rain was heavy now. Evelyn was enjoying her sweet tea with lemon as she looked out the window at nothing in particular. Ethan had left less than two hours ago, but she was already missing him. She was wondering where he might be right now. What he might be thinking. That's when she heard Carl's truck pull into the driveway. She set her glass down and stood up from her chair. She was about to walk to the front door to greet him when suddenly her blood ran cold.

"SHIT!! THE CHAIR!!!" she remembered with horror.

She bolted down the hall to the bedroom, lifted the chair with one hand that Ethan had been sitting in earlier that day as he enjoyed her performance, and sprinted with it back down the hall. Just before reaching the kitchen, the metal frame of the chair banged into her side with considerable force. It would not be until later that night that Evelyn would notice the small bruise that had formed on her hip, but in this moment, she didn't feel a thing. She slid the chair back into its usual spot just as Carl, dripping wet from the rain, walked into the kitchen.

"Hey there, slow down. Why are you out of breath? Were you exercising or something?" His voice was raspy from years of smoking.

Before Evelyn could concoct a plausible lie, Carl's eyes moved to the stovetop.

"You made peach cobbler. Sweet!"