I stepped into an empty house that Saturday afternoon. Though I’d already guessed where my husband was, I still called out, “Aaron?”
No answer. Releasing a sigh, I walked into the kitchen, which was just as silent. The window over the sink provided a view of our backyard, and I could see Aaron stretched out in the hammock we’d bought last year. Now that it was spring, he spent a lot of time out there. The hammock was large enough for two, but he no longer invited me to join him in it.
Quietly, I opened the back door and slipped outside. The day was filled with birdsong, and the first roses had begun to bloom. Aaron and I had chosen a little house out in the country; we both loved peace and quiet, not to mention the privacy. Our nearest neighbors were a quarter-mile down the road. But I now wondered if we were too isolated. It was a thirty-minute drive to our jobs, and it took even longer for us to visit friends and family.
Though I didn’t speak, Aaron must have seen me in his peripheral vision. Turning his face toward me, he offered a lazy wave. The hammock, which had a sturdy metal stand, was spread out almost flat so it wouldn’t roll up around its occupant. As I drew nearer, I hoped Aaron would make room for me, but he stayed put.
“Did you have a good time at your sister’s?” he asked. His arm was tucked behind his head, and as the breeze blew, it caught strands of his golden hair. He’d let it grow until it almost reached his shoulders. I’d often envied his natural blond locks, silky between my fingers. My own hair was a mousy brown, so I’d recently dyed it platinum.
Lingering at the side of the hammock, I shrugged. “It was okay. Sharon complains about Mama every chance she gets, but that ain’t anything new.”
“Well, your mama gives her plenty to complain about.” Aaron wore a flannel shirt and jeans to keep him warm in the shade of the oak trees. My dress was sleeveless, and I absentmindedly rubbed my arms to chase away the goosebumps. Studying me, my husband’s blue eyes narrowed a little. “What’s wrong, Mallory?”
I quickly looked away, afraid of what he might see on my face. How could I tell him that we were what was wrong? We hadn’t been right for months, and though the distance between us was destroying me emotionally, I had no idea how to fix it.
Finally, I gave him a hopeful smile. “Mind if I join you?” The smile he returned was faint, but he moved over so I could gingerly climb into the hammock. “Hold it still!” I told him while trying to keep my dress from riding all the way up my thighs. There was no delicate way to lie down at his side.
His hand was steady on my hip, and he put a foot down on the ground to stabilize the hammock. “I’ve got you. I’ve got a good look at those panties, too. What’s printed on them, strawberries?”
I giggled even while yanking my dress down. “Those are little flowers. For spring, you know.” Once I managed to recline next to Aaron, I nestled against him. He kept an arm around me, and as I glanced at his profile, I thought he appeared more content than he had in a good while. “How are you feeling?” I dared to ask.
Still staring up at the sky, he shrugged. “About the same, I guess.”
“But that’s better than you felt before, right?” Again, that hopeful note in my voice.
I noticed the subtle tightening of his jaw. “I still don’t think I needed to start taking meds.”
Briefly closing my eyes, I braced myself for another argument. “You did, though,” I gently insisted. “And you still do. At least for a little while longer.”
I had to suppress a shudder while thinking back to how bleak things had been at the start of the year. Aaron was reeling from the sudden loss of his father, and there was talk of potential layoffs at his job. My salary alone wouldn’t cover our mortgage, and we hadn’t yet replenished our savings after making the down payment on the house two years ago.
Aaron could have coped with one crisis, but both at once sent him into a dark depression unlike any I’d ever seen. When he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Or drinking. I let it go on for too long before making an appointment for him with our family doctor. Aaron had resisted vehemently at first, but I eventually managed to convince him he needed help.
For the past couple of months, he’d been taking an antidepressant; I made sure to watch him swallow a capsule every morning with his breakfast. His resentment toward me lessened, as did his melancholy. His job was spared, so he no longer needed to worry about being unemployed.
But one of the side effects of the medication was a decrease in libido. He and I had been married well over ten years, so it wasn’t as if we were fucking like newlyweds. Still, the sudden lack of sex took a toll on us both. While he complained bitterly, I never once did. His mental health was far more important than me getting laid on a regular basis. I tried to assure him that his drive would return, and that he shouldn’t feel pressured to perform.
Curled up beside Aaron in that hammock, I realized we hadn’t been close like this for weeks. In bed at night, he kept his back to me, as if ashamed. Lifting a hand, I now caressed his cheek, which was rough with stubble. He visibly relaxed at my touch, which encouraged me to sit up a little and plant a kiss on his neck. My hand slid lower, over his chest and down to his belly.
When my fingers reached the button of his jeans, he looked at me, his expression flat. “What are you doing?”
I merely shrugged and smiled, trying to make light of my need. “Just playing around. You don’t mind, do you?”
Aaron was quiet a long moment, his eyes locked with mine. “I probably won’t even be able to get hard.” The frustration in his voice was unmistakable. “I’m a sorry excuse for a husband.”
“Hey.” My tone was uncharacteristically sharp. “I don’t ever want to hear you say that again.”
“It’s true.” His eyes darkened with sadness. “You always said I was your rock, your foundation. And now I’ve shown you how weak I am. I let everything overwhelm me until I had to see a goddamn doctor. I feel like…” Helplessly, he looked all around, as if our surroundings would provide him with the right words. “I feel like I can’t be what you need, Mallory. If your mother’s pulling one of her narcissistic stunts, pitting everyone in your family against each other, or if your brother’s on another bender and worrying you sick, I can’t save you from all that.”
He blinked back tears, just as I did. Yet I managed to give him a tender smile, whispering, “Then let me save you.”
With a determination I made no attempt to hide, I unbuttoned and unzipped Aaron’s jeans. I heard his sharp intake of breath when I freed his cock from his underwear, but he didn’t protest or try to avoid my touch.
“I don’t expect anything from this,” I said. “I just want to be close to you. Okay?”
Swallowing hard, my husband nodded. While gently stroking his flaccid cock, I kept my gaze fixed on his face. At first, he wouldn’t look at me, but it didn’t take long for his body to respond. I swept the pad of my thumb over his tip, teasing his opening. I vividly recalled how much he liked me probing that slit with my tongue.
Parting his lips slightly, he let out a moan. The sound sent a surge of lust straight between my thighs. When he cupped my breast in his palm, his fingers coaxing my nipple to hardness, I released my own moan.
Aaron wove his fingers through my hair, guiding my mouth to his. Our kiss was nothing like the ones we’d shared recently; this wasn’t a hurried peck on the lips. No, our tongues eagerly met, revealing our hunger. All the while, I moved my hand up and down his shaft. A sudden breeze wafted over us, but that wasn’t the reason I shivered.
Aaron’s cock twitched in my hand. He was fully hard now, his mouth more demanding on mine. Breaking the kiss, he said, “Get up, Mallory.”
For a second, I feared I’d done something wrong. Had I taken this too far? “Why?” I asked quietly.
His stare was hot with wanting. “Because I’m going to fuck you.”
“Here?” I squeaked. Through my shock, I felt my pussy give a needy throb. Already, I was so turned on that my panties were saturated.
“Yes, here,” he replied in a guttural voice. “You need it, and so do I. And don’t try to tell me someone might see us. The house blocks us from anyone’s view on the road, and the trees hide us from the neighbors. Now, get that sweet ass up, or I’ll haul you out of this hammock myself.”
Even as my cheeks reddened, I giggled at his threat. I made no effort to be graceful while scrambling out of the hammock. Almost instantly, Aaron was on his feet as well, his erection aimed toward the sky. I gasped when he seized my arm.
“Lift up that dress. Now.”
I didn’t normally take to being bossed around, but his authoritative tone had me dripping. Slowly, teasingly, I drew my dress up my legs, pretending to be shy. Aaron worked a hand into my panties, drawing a whimper from my throat.
“What a dirty girl you are, sopping wet!” He gave me another hard kiss, stealing my breath. His fingers expertly rubbed my clit until I was grinding my cunt against him.
Leaning forward, Aaron yanked down my panties. I offered no resistance even as I whined, “Shouldn’t we do this inside, baby?”
“Here!”
When my underwear was circled around my left ankle, Aaron guided me back down onto the hammock. As I lay across it, resting on my stomach, I tipped the hammock sideways a little, lowering my face and elevating my ass. It was an awkward position, not to mention a lewd one, with my dress bunched around my waist and my pussy on display. Yet I begged my husband to fuck me.
Aaron roughly spread my legs farther apart before prodding my opening with his cockhead. I mewled from the threat of that intrusion, desperate for it. Despite us both being wild with lust, he gave me only a little of his tip, then withdrew. I heard his low laughter, for he obviously delighted in having me sprawled out and at his mercy.
“Dammit, Aaron, fuck me now!” I finally shouted.
“Hey, if you don’t want the neighbors to know what we’re doing, you’d best quiet down,” he shot back, his tone playful.
And then he thrust into me with a force that made me squeal. After weeks and weeks of being deprived of this, I actually shuddered from that penetration. My muscles clenched around his dick, as if to hold him inside me.
Aaron swore from the sensation. I figured neither of us would last long, but that didn’t matter. I just wanted to make him feel good. By the groans issuing from his throat, I knew I was succeeding.
He rested his body upon mine, his hands gripping the hammock on either side of me. With that leverage, he began taking me hard and fast. I gladly bore his weight, and the brutal pumping of his hips. I carried on like a shameless whore, begging for his dick.
“Fuck my horny pussy!” I cried. “Make me your slut!”
The sound of our heavy breathing competed with the breeze. My cries grew louder, for I no longer cared about keeping quiet. Aaron grunted while burying himself inside me balls deep, and I felt a pre-orgasmic contraction ripple through me.
“Ah, you’re close, aren’t you?” he panted.
“Yes!” I choked out. “Don’t stop! Please!”
I was pretty sure it drove all men crazy with excitement to hear a woman pleading in such a wanton way, and Aaron was no exception. I meant every word that fell from my lips; I wondered if he could sense my abject need for this. For him.
“I can’t get enough of that pussy!” he growled. “So hot and wet. And so fucking tight!”
I reached climax effortlessly, as if one had been poised within me since the first moment of our coupling. My cry was silenced by the force of my spasms. All I could do was shake beneath my husband, my fingers clawing for some unseen handhold.
“Holy shit, I feel that!” Aaron’s rhythm grew even more frenzied, driving me to the peak of another orgasm.
“Oh God, please come!” I wailed.
Yet he continued rutting away until I tensed from the onslaught of more contractions. I recognized the helplessness in his groan when my pussy began milking him with renewed strength.
“I’m almost there, baby!” he told me through heavy breaths. “Gonna fill that pussy with so much cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes!” I wanted that more than anything.
Finally, he gave it to me. Spurt after spurt of his seed bathed my inner walls, rendering me a quivering wreck. Strands of hair clung to my face, and I had to fight back a scream. He wasn’t exaggerating about having a big load for me! His climax seemed impossibly long, and I knew my cunt would be brimming with cum.
When Aaron’s shudders subsided, he grew exceedingly gentle, careful while resting his weight upon me. I welcomed the kiss he planted on my hair, and the way he remained inside me as he went soft.
“Thank you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with unshed tears. “Thank you for loving me. And thank you for saving me.”
