From Darkness into Light–4

The final chapter. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sr. Longo

CHAPTER 18

We left the house around 6:30 for our dinner reservation. I knew the restaurant was always crowded on the weekends, but this was ridiculous. I couldn’t find a place to park in their large lot. I finally found a space in a strip mall across the street. There was quite a line, but we had a reservation and we weren’t in a hurry. Suddenly, Marcie’s grip on my arm tightened. I looked forward in the line and saw why. My ex Amanda and Stewart were together at the head of the line. Amanda started when she turned and saw me. Stewart looked embarrassed and nervous. Paying more attention now I could hear Paul, the maitre d’ explain, “I am so sorry, but we are full all evening. Please come back another time.”

I could see Stewart looking for a way out—a way that would avoid us. Unfortunately, there was only one way—back the way he came. He stumbled as he approached, “Uh…I’m uh…sorry, Jack.”

“Why would you be, Stewart? Amanda is a beautiful woman and she’s single. Hello, Amanda.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek. Marcie followed my lead, hugging Stewart and air kissing Amanda. “Come on with me and let’s see if we can’t help you out.” I moved to the front of the line. “Good evening, Paul. Can you seat us at a table for four?”

“Of course, Mr. Anderson. This way, please.” We followed him to the table and, of course, he held the chairs for the ladies and opened their napkins. He left us with our menus and the wine list.

“This must be fate, Stewart. If you don’t mind I’d like to discuss your promotion for a few minutes before we eat.”

“Uh, what, Jack? Did you say promotion?”

“Yeah, I just dictated a couple of memos for Marcie this morning and I was going to see you tomorrow. I’m promoting you to Technical Director, and, of course, you’ll get a raise–$15,000. I have two reasons. First, I need someone I trust to keep an eye on things when I’m on a trip. Second, some of our younger techs need more supervision than I can give them. You’re the obvious choice, so to celebrate I’ll buy the dinner and the drinks. Speaking of which….” Our waiter had just arrived so we ordered. We had a pleasant and cordial dinner. I wished the two of them luck when we left.

I met with Mary Lou during the week to finalize the profit sharing. I set a meeting for the following Wednesday—December 10th exactly as I promised.

I stood in front of the employees and I could see that they were nervous and expectant. “Congratulations, everyone. We had a great year with a profit of $2,157,207. I’m going to hold $357,207 in addition to whatever profit we have between now and end of the year for future needs. That leaves a million eight to be shared. Clericals and Ben you’ll share $378,000, or $23,625 each.” There was a roar in the room. Most of these people made less than $35,000 a year so this was a huge increase in their earnings. “Techs,” I continued, “you’re sharing $702,000, or $29,250. “We’re also going to have a holiday party next Saturday at Fontaine’s on Chambers Street—all the steak and lobster you want. Details will be coming in a memo tomorrow. Now, when I call your name come on up and get your check.” When I called Ben’s name I asked him, “Will you be bringing a date to the party, Ben?”

“Oh, yes, Jack. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” Most of the staff was shocked at this. They all knew that Ben never socialized.

“I hear she’s really hot, Ben.”

“The hottest, Jack—she’s downright beautiful.” I shook his hand, gave him his check and moved on. I wondered what everyone would say when he walked in with Sheila—my mother-in-law. I turned the meeting over to Mary Lou before we broke up. “I think most of you know that we’re really slow between Christmas and New Year’s. Jack has agreed to close up, so you all will get a week with pay. Marcie will monitor the answering machine twice a day and Jack and Stewart will handle anything that comes up. So, enjoy, people!” There was more cheering as we returned to work.

Ben had been making up for lost time, engaging with Sheila in one form of sex or another every single day, even during her period. Ben learned that she was extremely horny at that time so he was sure to take extra good care of her then. He often gave her oral at that time, knowing how much she loved it. The presence of blood in her pussy meant nothing to him; he was devoted to servicing her sexually. Tonight would be no different.

Ben came to see Sheila straight from work as was his custom. He was beaming about his profit-sharing check. He earned $35,000 a year so his bonus was a big increase, almost 70 percent. He had good reason to be up. Sheila met him at the door with her usual kiss. It was long and wet and hot. Never were their kisses just pecks on the cheeks. They always kissed with the utmost passion.

“Uh…Sheila, there’s going to be a Holiday Party next Saturday.”

“How nice. Are you trying to tell me something, Ben,” she asked, trying to be coy. She knew how shy he was and she thought that getting him to speak up was part of her job.

“Um, yes, uh…Sheila. I uh…”

“Ben, if you want something you have to ask for it. Now, come on, you can do it. I have faith in you.”

“Uh…Sheila, I want to go to the party. Will you go with me?” He sighed in relief when he was done.

“Of course, Ben. I would have been there even if you hadn’t asked me. Marcie told me about it, but I’d much rather go with you, darling. I love you.”

Ben stood there—shocked…amazed. He had wanted to tell her so many times but was afraid she would say it was too soon. He broke down and cried, but they were tears of joy. Sheila knew this and led him to the couch. She removed her blouse and bra. Ben knew he was to suckle; it always calmed him.

Sheila ran her hands through his hair. “I know you love me, too, Ben. I think we should be a real couple, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love you more than anything, Sheila. You’ve helped me in so many ways.” He had slipped to his knees while he was speaking so he continued, “Sheila, I’ve practiced this so many times while running. It’s the only way I could build up my nerve. Will you…marry me?” He was holding his breath, eyes closed, praying for her answer—the answer to his prayers.

“Oh, Ben…you have come so far since our first time together. All you could say then was ‘yes, Ma’am’ or ‘no, Ma’am.’ Do you remember? I’m glad you asked me, Ben. It means I won’t have to tell you to marry me. Yes, Ben…I will. I have loved you since our first weekend together when it was all I could do to get you to fuck me. You’ve made a lot of progress in that area, too, haven’t you? Now…I have a question for you.”

“Why don’t you just tell me, Sheila?”

“This isn’t something one decides alone, Ben. I went to the doctor last week. She told me my reproductive system was in excellent condition. Do you know what I’m saying, Ben?”

“Uh, no, Sheila…I don’t.”

“I’m asking if you think you’d like to be a father…the father of my child—our child. I’d love to have your baby, Ben. I think you’d be a wonderful father. We’re both ‘older’ but definitely not too old. That’s what I was trying to tell you.” Ben was speechless. He’d never thought of ever getting married, let alone being a parent. He looked up at Sheila, his wife-to-be, and smiled. Then he nodded and it was done. Sheila reached down and kissed him again and again and again. “Come on, I think we should tell Marcie and Jack.
Later,” she said with a wink, “we’ll have a big celebration.” She stopped off in her kitchen to wash his face then led him to the back door of the house. “Marcie? Jack? Are you home?”

“In the living room, Mother—c’mon in.” Hand in hand she pulled Ben with her.

“I just want you to know I’ll be going to the Holiday Party with my fiancé.” It took a second to register but then Marcie and Jack were on their feet hugging and kissing the happy couple.

“I think this calls for a celebration. Let’s go out to eat, shall we?”

“Sorry, Jack,” Ben replied, “we’re planning a little celebration of our own.” Jack, Marcie, and Sheila were shocked. They had never heard Ben speak so assertively. Sheila kissed his cheek, took his arm, and led him away knowing her little flower had bloomed at last. She turned and winked at Marcie just before turning the corner.

Marcie and I returned to the couch. We were stunned. We had hoped and prayed that things would work out for them, but never did we think they would marry. I looked at Marcie; she had the biggest smile on her face. “What,” I asked in my confusion.

“Mom told me she was thinking of speaking to him about it, but did you see that wink? She was telling me that he asked her first. Can you imagine that—shy submissive Ben finding the internal strength to ask her to marry him? What a night. You don’t expect me to cook on a night like this, do you?”

“I guess not. I offered them dinner out, so why not you? What would you like? Steak? Italian? Chinese? Burger?”

“None of the above—I think I’d enjoy…you.” She tried to give me her most demure look. She failed.

“OK, but I do have to eat something with some calories in it. You’re delicious, but definitely no-cal.” I rose from the couch, extended my hand and threw her over my shoulder when she took it. I shifted her into a fireman’s carry. She was laughing hysterically as I carried her down the hall to our bedroom. I tossed her onto the bed. “Strip, wench! I desire you!” Marcie laughed like crazy, but instead started to remove MY clothes. In seconds I was naked while she was clothed. I was reminded of some sleazy porn movie. Marcie pulled me onto the bed, rolled me over and climbed between my legs.

“Time out!” I called, “No fair; don’t I get a chance to do you?”

“If I recall correctly I got to choose what to eat and I picked you. Who said anything about you doing anything…other than cumming in my throat? Now lie back and enjoy. I’m really hungry—starving, in fact.” She stroked my cock and took one of my balls into her mouth. She massaged it with her tongue as it rolled around in her mouth. Marcie pulled back, allowing it to pop from her lips. She leaned down a bit and licked my asshole—that was a shock! I’d never imagined her doing anything like that. It sent jolts of electricity through my body as I gasped in dismay. She moved back to my cock licking all around and up and down my shaft. Oh God, she was driving me crazy. I wanted—no… I needed to cum. When Marcie wrapped those sweet lips around my cock I was done. My muscles contracted involuntarily, driving my hips into the air and my cock into her throat. I came hard as my semen shot straight into her stomach. I lay back, drained, as Marcie cleaned my cock.

“Had your fill? My turn now?”

“I have to admit—it was tasty and there sure was a lot of it, but I think I’ll be hungry for more again in an hour.”

“An hour? I’m not 25, you know.”

“Big deal—you’re 32. Trying to tell me you don’t want another in an hour?” She sounded serious but we both knew she was only teasing me.

“Truce? We both know I’ll never have enough of you and I hope you’ll never have enough of me, so why don’t I help you out of those clothes so I can have a turn then maybe we can both have a turn. I wouldn’t mind fucking you.”

“OK, truce. I want to talk to you about something important.” I leaned forward, concern etched onto my face. “I think I’m changing my mind—I want to have a baby. I know I told you I wanted to work and travel with you and I still do, but I really want your baby. Are you upset with me?”

I sat up and pulled her to me. “How could I possibly be upset about something like that? I have always wanted a family, you know that. I think you should go off the pill—now, this very minute. I love you so much, Marcie. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife. Now, can I please fuck you?”

“Well…if you put it that way,” she made believe she was pouting, her lower lip extended. I reached out and grabbed it, pulling her closer for an amazing kiss. ‘OK, after that I think I’ll let you, but only if I can be on top.”

“Hate to say this, but if you want to get pregnant we’ll be doing a lot of missionary.”

“I don’t care…just as long as we do it every day, besides it will take a month or more to become fertile again.” I whispered that I loved her as I removed her blouse and bra. I lifted her to her knees so I could remove her skirt, slip, and panties. I laid back so she could massage my cock back to hardness. She smiled as it began to grow. It was about 85 percent there when she straddled me and her cunt engulfed me. She began to rock. I placed my hands on her hips as I joined her, thrusting into her hot tight hole. “I think I’m going to enjoy staying home as a mother. I’ve loved my job and I love seeing you all day and all night, but having a baby!”

“Don’t get too excited, being a mother is a lot of work—day and night.