“Nor do we want to shock the doctors and nurses when they see that the sweet and responsible Melissa Carter, MD, has a piercing in her pussy. Although I look forward to the day you get one,” he says, blue eyes gleaming. “I’m gonna use my tongue to play with it non-stop. How about some bells on the thingy too?” he asks. “You want to sound like wind chimes while you walk?”
I slap his broad chest playfully.
“My pussy’s not gonna sound like wind chimes,” I scold sassily. “It would be more like an orchestra,” I add, rolling my eyes.
“Da-dum, da-dum,” sings Mace playfully, his fingers still niggling my clit and making me moan. But then those blue eyes grow serious again.
“No seriously sweetheart. This means the world to me. It’s the best gift I could ever get, and I’m changing my will so that you and the baby will never lack for anything,” he says fervently. “You will be my sole heirs, and if I pass early,” he says, breath hitching for a moment, “you and the baby will be set up just fine.”
My eyes grow soft.
“I know, Mace,” are my words. “I know you’ll take care of us no matter what. I trust you, and I love you,” is the gentle refrain.
Because this is the best ending that we could have. We’re not like a normal family. There are certain medical issues that make the unimportant things fall away, while bringing the important issues to the fore. Important: our love for one another, our baby, and living life to the fullest. Not important: the small indignities that are impossible to avoid as a part of being alive. Because life itself is a gift, and even if my husband’s days are numbered, we want to appreciate and live our time together in the best way possible: together … with the new baby making three.
Epilogue
Mace
Two years later …
Well, it’s been two years and I’m still alive and kicking. So much for modern medicine. So much for diagnostic tests which experts treat as the end-all and be-all of life itself. Because yes, my PSA levels were elevated, and elevated results are a marker of cancer risk. But I don’t have prostate cancer. I never got it, and to this day, the elevated levels are still there although I’m healthy and fit as a horse.
So I’m glad I never let that shit get me down. Another man would have stopped his life. He would have become a ghost and disappeared into the wallpaper, figuring he had nothing to offer anymore. But not me. With Melissa by my side, I stretched my arms out wide and reached for possibilities and opportunities. I wanted to embrace what I could, as much as I could, as often as I could. And with my wife by my side, anything was possible.
“Um Mace,” she moaned, before her eyes flipped open with shock. “Oh my god, are we gonna do it?”
“We are,” I rasped. “But be quiet because we don’t want to wake the baby.”
Because Heidi is the cutest thing. She’s a mini-me of my wife, down to the sparkling smile and dazzling caramel eyes. Plus, fortunately Heidi was sound asleep in the next room at the moment, her baby monitor showing a still bundle of soft features and sprawled limbs.
So it was perfect for Melissa and I to get it on. Because not only has my wife gotten the clit piercing, but there’s been something else we wanted to try together. Dual anal exams. Oh yeah, it’s dirty but ever since she burrowed her finger into my dark canal three years ago, I’ve wanted it. And tonight, we were going to do it simultaneously – her with her finger in my rectum, and me with my finger in hers.
“Upsy-daisy,” I said, pulling that curvy form upright so that we faced each other on the bed, sitting forwards. Melissa hasn’t lost the baby weight since giving birth, but I don’t give a fuck. If anything she looks even sassier, what with the extra large tits and rolling creamy flesh. And as she spread her legs, my cock grew, hardening until it was a fucking club.
Because goddamn, the brunette’s beautiful. She tittered a bit, spreading her pussy folds with her fingers to show me the clit ring.
“See?” she mewled, playing with the silver toy. “It does sound like wind chimes, doesn’t it?”
I wanted nothing more but to bend my head and cover that clit ring with my mouth. But there were dirtier things to do at the moment, and instead, I pushed her knees up higher so that her bottom rolled backwards a bit, showing off her back hole. It winked at me, brown and dry and oh-so-fucking tempting.
“You ready to go back there?” I asked on a growl, shooting her an intense glance.