Three Weeks Later – Arwana's Perspective
Humming to herself Arwana worked away at grading school work. Ruefully she had to smile and shake her head at some of the answers she found along with the doodles hugging the edges of the pages.
Her students weren't going to be world-class scholars as they had no desire to be that, but what they were was good kids. She loved them and teaching them, although not without challenges had become the most rewarding thing she'd ever worked at as a job.
It was getting cold outside, but between laughing at what one pupil in particular would do or say next and going home to the warmth of the love of a man utterly passionate about her she had it completely made. A dream come true in a way.
That said something was missing. She felt a void within herself and it was hard to explain. It was something spiritual that she was sure of, because she had everything one could ask for in the physical.
Dutifully, as Cliff's wife she'd gone to church with him the past three Sundays. It hadn't been easy. Especially the more and more she discovered that all churches and pastors for that matter weren't the same. Each time she went it was as if the pastor had prepared his sermon for her, as if he knew intimate details of her past and one by one misconceptions she'd had were crossed off the list until she was left with the uneasy acknowledgment that God was much different in His thoughts and ways than she and others had labeled Him to be.
He in a way was becoming more approachable and far more personable seeming.
Arwana let the math test slide down to the table as she thought about things. There was so much to be thankful for at the moment that it seemed wrong not to be giving credit to the One pulling the strings. It was kind of like she was starring in a film all by herself acting like she was the producer, when the show already had one.
It certainly hadn't been her speaking in the dark of the kitchen in the early hours of the morning. In reality all she needed to know that God existed was Cliff. He believed in Him.
There was no doubt in that man's heart as to everything in the Bible, that he daily read, as being straight from the lips of God. One could say he was misguided or impressionable or maybe even naïve, but none of those explanations made up the reality of why Cliff was the man that he was.
No, he had faith. God was real. His son Jesus Christ was real. The Holy Spirit was real.
She knew it. Why then was it so difficult to get going on this path of faith?
Arwana got up from the desk, angry with herself. The answer was before her and like an idiot she kept denying herself from it.
She kept wanting to hold on to the image of God as being someone vengeful and without pity as to allow her father to die like He had. There had to be a different answer to what she had come up with before though.
How else could you explain away the difference in Cliff or the pastor and his wife or indeed half the other devout people in this town?
Coming to a stop at a shelf, she pulled the big black book off of it. As a child she'd known the usual Bible stories, but when it came to the book, as a whole, she was a complete blank.
On a daily basis Cliff would reference something out of the Bible and always she felt like the third wheel for not having a clue about what he was talking about. Maybe if she read the Bible she would begin to be more like Cliff or at least know what he was talking about sometimes.
Intrinsically she knew it would please him if she read the Bible and that alone was enough to get her to open the book. Staring at it though she said, "Where on earth do I even begin to start?"
The building settled loudly and the floor gave a stress crack as a heavy wind blew firmly outside. Arwana had been startled by the sound of it and had jumped.
Realizing the cause of the sound she looked back down and was stunned with amazement to find that the Bible had sprung open in her arms. The only explanation was that it had happened when she jumped.
Reading the top of the page it read Psalm 18. Glancing down, she read the 18th chapter.
Overcome, she read another one and another one. Chapter after chapter went by until face awash with tears Arwana sank down to the floor.
She wasn't the only one who had ever felt abandoned! Crying, she held the Bible to herself and sobbed out, "I'm sorry God! I thought you were somebody else!"
She cried a while longer and then as if in peace with almost everything she got up and put the Bible on the shelf. She would've taken it home with her, but there was no need, because Cliff had Bibles laying all over the house at home.
Daily from now on she was going to read from the Word and discover just what she had been missing out on or worse yet lied to about.
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Reaching the front door Arwana unlocked it and went inside. Cliff wasn't home yet.
Stopping she picked up one of his shirts and smelled it. A smile came to her lips as if his scent was a happiness serum.
Truly, it was. Not only happiness, but desire as well.
She put the shirt down and then picked it back up. Going into the kitchen, she sighed at the sight of dirty dishes.
What she wouldn't give for a dishwasher! She shook her head to clear it and then took off her blouse.
Taking his shirt she put it on and rolled up the sleeves. At least now she didn't feel alone in doing the task at hand.
Tonight was left overnight so she didn't have to worry about cooking dinner at least. Cliff in general was so easy going that he really didn't seem to care that she wasn't that good of a housekeeper or a cook, but he always complimented her on what she did manage to accomplish as if she was a work in progress worth cutting some slack for. Truly, she hated the thought of feeding him leftovers and she was about to switch tasks when she heard his truck pull up outside.
The truck had an identifying rattle to it that was almost like a DNA tracker. Smiling, she kept to washing dishes.
Maybe they'd go out and visit Warbly's sole and only diner. Oh, what would she get this time out of the grand list of eight or so items that the diner offered?
A pair of large hands slipped warmly onto her hips before sliding up under the over shirt she wore to graze her sides only to fill themselves with the lace covered masses of her breasts. With an aching groan of delight for this man's touch, she rose up on tiptoe as his lips kissed down along the side of her neck. If she could have done so she would have purred.
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Laughing I left off kissing her and nuzzled my face into her hair as my thumbs soothed over my wife's quickly hardening nipples.
She purred out, "You are home early. I don't have anything made for dinner."
I turned her away from the sink and said, "That's all right, I'll eat you instead."
I kissed her then and her arms hugged me to her as she kissed me back with passion. I broke the kiss off and set her up on the counter off to the side of the sink.
"And how was your day?" I asked.
"Good, but it would be better if you were still kissing me." She teased.
Dragging a finger across her lips I said, "I will be kissing you... just not here."
"What... oh!" She exclaimed, as I slid her down abruptly, so her back was on the countertop even as I smoothly brought both her thighs up, when I did that her dress fell down around her waist revealing her lace panties.
Grasping a hold of the fragile things I whisked them up and off her legs. Then, stroking my hands up the back of her thighs to her knees, I held her legs back as I proceeded to do just what I had said I would do.
Gasping, she'd jolted in my grasp even as one hand came to ruffle in my hair as my tongue stroked through the folds of her labia. Groaning, she said, "You're going to be the death of me you know."
She gasped sharply and then said on a pant, "A person can only take so much pleasure! Oh, Cliff! Oh!!! I.... ohhhh!"
Within a minute I had her cumming and within a couple more minutes I had made her cum again. After that orgasm was complete though she fought against me to get off the counter.
Laughing I let her go. Her hands ripped at my pants and I could tell that she thought she was going for the desert in comparison to my meal of her.
It wasn't going to be that way though. As soon as my pants were off I caught her hands and forced them behind her and brought her tightly up against me.
"I want you!" She urged desperately.
"How?" I teased.
"In my mouth, in my body, however you want me, but right now!!!"
"Your wish is my command baby."
I swiveled her around and had her folded over the kitchen table within the next moment. Truly, this was my favorite position to both see her and feel myself within her and the best thing of both worlds I acknowledged, as with a little careful alignment, I drove my aching shaft to the hilt in her tight sheath was that it was her favorite way to be taken too.
She groaned and instinctively stood up on tiptoe as she pushed up against my invading shaft. I'd been thinking about her all day and it wasn't very long before I was spewing the evidence of my pent up orgasm deeply within her.
She hadn't cum and I felt a little guilty about that, but then that was why I had started with her pleasure first. I had known well and truly how short my fuse was going to be.
Stepping back slightly I pulled my dripping cock out of her and shaking my head, as she still stood poised before me, I said, "Your ass is absolutely perfect!"
Laughing, she straightened up and turned around to look at me as she leaned the topic of conversation back against the table.
"What is it about the female ass that you like so much?" She asked with decided interest.
"I couldn't say... I've always been like that... it's just the way it looks... and yours is just absolutely awesome!"
Her face blushed a little as she took in my frank praise of her posterior and then she said, "Well I'm glad you like it. Now what can I get for you to eat other than me?"
"Leftovers are fine." I said.
"Leftovers it is buddy."
She turned to go to the fridge and I brought myself up to do something I'd never done to a woman before or really ever imagined myself doing. Taking my hand, I smacked one cheek of her plushly rounded rear hard.
The smack resounded throughout the kitchen as if a small cannon had gone off. At the contact of my hand, she had jumped and gasped and far from being amused, I winced and quickly said, "That was way too hard, I'm sorry!"
Slowly she turned and looked at me and amazingly she didn't look mad. I would've been mad.
Instead, she came closer and reaching out she took my hand. Glancing up at me then she said, "The other one is jealous."
She winked at me and then half turning bent over slightly.
Shaking my head, I mumbled, "You can't be real."
"Oh, indeed I am. Now are you going to leave a girl hanging or what?"
I did it. I smacked the other side as hard as I had the previous side.
She straightened up and glancing at me she said while opening the refrigerator door, "Any time you want to darling."
I shook my head and quite honestly asked, "Is there anything you wouldn't deny me?"
Glancing my way she said, "No, not a thing."
Feeling in need to share I said, "I want to tell you something. I…. I've never had so much fun before in my life. You are like holding pure joy. You make life fun and something exciting each day."
She set the tray of leftovers down and coming over to me she took my hands and looking into my eyes, she softly said, "Funny, I could say the same thing about you my love."
I leaned down as she arched up and together our lips met in a shared ever evolving love for each other.