"Yeah, they got you pretty good, sonny," Hooper said. "But ya know what's good for that, don't ya?"

"What?" Chris asked.

"Once ya have all them stingers out, go outside and get some nice mud and pack it on the spots. Ya'll have to wrap his hands and head up in some rags to keep the mud wet, but that'll draw the sting and burn out. By tomorrow, he'll be right as rain."

Hooper spat a line of tobacco juice into the fireplace and went back outside.

"God, what an insufferable savage," Chris said as she went back to work on her husband.

"Maybe, but he's helping us. It'll be OK. Trust me, baby, things will get better."

"Yeah, right," Chris said under her breath.

Soon, Hooper came tromping back inside, making more muddy footprints on the floor. He knelt in front of the fireplace, and in moments, had a fire lain on the grate.

"I'm gonna have ya warm in a few minutes," he said as he watched the newspaper and dry kindling begin to blaze. "Now, I'm gonna put some bigger pieces of this here dry wood on to get a nice hot fire goin'. Don't go nowhere. I'll be back in a sec."

Hooper went outside, and in a moment, returned, bringing wet wood and some more mud with him. "Yeah, that's the stuff. It's feelin' better in here already. That's turnin' into a real nice, hot fire. I'm puttin' some wet wood on top. Ya got a nice draft, so this'll catch and ya won't have no smoke in here. I'll put this here screen across, and everything will be nice and safe, too."

He stood up. "Oh, and don't worry none about the floor. We'll be back shortly to clean this place up. It'll be spic and span in no time."

When they heard Hooper drive away, Chris said, "I'm done pulling the stingers out, I think."

"But I itch and burn so badly," Danny whined, half asleep.

"I know, baby. I'm going to go into town to get some topical ointment to put on you. I'm sure as hell not going to smear you with mud like some caveman."

"I think I'll take a nap while you're gone."

"OK. I love you. I'll be back soon." She grabbed her purse. "God, I bet I look a sight. If I were at home, I'd never go out looking like this. I'm glad no one knows me out here."

In a moment, she was back inside.

"Danny. Danny!"

Danny's only response was a light snoring sound coming from his blanket cocoon on the sofa.

"Danny! The car has a flat tire. DANNY! Wake up!" She shook him.

"Huh? What?" he mumbled.

"The fucking car has a fucking flat! Get up! You're going to have to change the tire!"

Danny slowly rolled on his side and tried to focus on her. "Huh?"

"Damn it, get up and help me. I can't change a tire on that beast of an SUV you insisted on buying. You're going to have to help me so I can go into town and get medicine for your damn bee stings. Get up!"

"Honey, I can't change a tire with these hands," Danny said. "Look. They're so swollen I can't even bend my fingers right."

"Well, what am I going to do?" she asked.

"Maybe Hooper can help you," Danny said. He rolled onto his back again and began to snore.

"Oh God!" Chris exclaimed as she headed for the door. "You're lucky I love you, Danny Jenkins."

Chris stalked angrily up the dirt road in the direction Hooper's truck had gone. "Second honeymoon!" she muttered to herself in a mocking voice. "Trust me, baby, it's going to be great," he said. "You'll really like it, honey," he said. "Just you, me, mud, bees, squirrels, and the Neanderthal, is what he should have said!"

After a few hundred yards, she spotted Hooper's old truck sitting in front of a small clapboard house. Chris had expected to see a ratty couch on the porch and a wrecked car up on blocks in a yard littered with beer cans and broken bottles, but, although run-down, the place looked surprisingly neat. She knocked on the door.

Hooper was frowning when he answered. "I said we'd be down presently to clean the house, and I meant what I said. City folk can't wait for nuthin', can ya?"

"I didn't mean to rush you. That's not why I'm here. I need your help with our car. I wanted to go into town, but the car has a flat tire. Danny's hands are too swollen to change it, and I'm not good with things like that. I wondered if you could help me."

"Oh, sorry, Missus. Didn't mean to be rude. Lemme just fetch some tools, and I'll drive ya back there and get ya fixed up. Got a spare?"

"Of course," Chris answered.

"Got air in it?"

"Um, I guess so."

"Yeah, I think I'll bring my tire pump."

Hooper threw a few tools in the bed of his truck. "Ya'll hafta get in on my side and slide over, Missus. That other door don't latch right."

They made it back to the cabin without incident, and Hooper changed the tire on the SUV.

"I'm just going to check on my husband before I leave," Chris said.

"If yer OK with it, I'll check that fire. Maybe bring in some more wood to dry out," Hooper said.

Danny was still on the couch, snoring peacefully.

"Huh, sleeping like a baby, ain't he?" Hooper chuckled. "I'm gonna get started on some clean-up work here while yer gone, if that's OK." He jerked his thumb at the couch. "Don't think it'll bother him none.

"That will be fine. I shouldn't be too long," Chris said.

About two hours later, Chris drove back down the dirt road to the cabin. The porch had been swept clean of winter debris, and the muddy footprints had been scrubbed away. Hooper was up on the roof, picking up some small branches that had fallen during the winter and tossing them down onto the ground.

When she walked inside, Chris saw that the living room floor had been scrubbed clean, too. Neat stacks of firewood were on either side of the hearth, dry wood and kindling on one side, and some damp wood that had been stacked outside on the other. The fire was still going in the fireplace, and the room was warm, dry, and cozy.

Danny was still asleep on the couch, but he apparently had been up at some point, since he was now dressed only in his boxer shorts. He seemed to be smiling in his sleep. The blankets he had been using were folded in a neat pile on the floor, and he was partially covered with a sheet.

"He looks so peaceful," she said to herself. "At least he doesn't have to feel the misery from all those bee stings. I'm not going to wake him up to put the lotion on him. I'll just let him sleep. God, I love that man. He meant so well with all this."

She went to the fridge in the kitchen and put away the wine, strawberries, and whipped cream she had bought in anticipation of an interesting evening alone with her man.

"What am I hearing? Is that water running?" Chris asked herself. "Oh shit, now what? Please tell me we don't have a broken pipe!"

She went down the hall toward the bathroom, where the sound was coming from. It sounded like the shower was running. Just as she got to the bathroom door, she heard the water shut off.

The shower curtain was flung aside, and a young woman with the body of a centerfold grabbed a towel and started drying her face and long blond hair. She apparently had not seen Chris standing in the doorway, frozen in place and speechless.

Chris' shock turned to rage as she remembered seeing her husband, sleeping nearly nude in the living room, with a contented look on his face. Without a sound, she walked back down the hallway and into the living room to stand next to her husband on the sofa.

He was still sleeping soundly, still with that satisfied look. Chris couldn't take it any more. She ripped the pillow from under Danny's head and hit him hard in the face with it.

"You son of a bitch! (Whap!) You rotten, filthy bastard! (Thud!) I hate you! (Smack!) I'm gone for two hours, and this is what you do? (Thump!)

By this time, Danny was fully awake and attempting to defend himself from the attack. "What the hell? What are you doing? What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? You no-good, cheating son of a bitch! You bring some teenager into the house and fuck her while I'm gone, and you ask what's wrong with me?" Chris shrieked.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" Danny yelled, sitting up.

"You whoring bastard! You pretended to be so miserable, played on my sympathy to get me out of the house, just so you could bring some little bitch in to get your rocks off?"

"I don't know what you mean!" Danny said. "There's no one else here!"

"Liar! No one else except for the big-boobed NAKED blonde in the bathroom; you low-life, lying scum! You planned all this, didn't you? Second honeymoon, my ass! How long have you been cheating on me?"

"What's all the ruckus and hollerin' in here?" Chester Hooper said as he burst through the door.

"And you! Did you know about this? Are you that little whore's pimp?" Chris screamed at Hooper.

"Daddy, what's going on out here?" The girl from the shower appeared in the living room, a towel barely covering her.

"Sarah Jane, go put yer clothes on, girl. Decent people don't parade around half-nekkid, not like some weirdo city folk I seen lately," Hooper said to the girl.

"Who the hell is that?" Danny asked.

"Oh, don't you dare play stupid with me! That's the whore I found in the shower, you son of a bitch," Chris yelled, grabbing the pillow to hit her husband again.

"Hey, Missus, that's my little girl yer talkin' about," Hooper said as he grabbed the pillow away from Chris.

"What? You sick bastard, you whore out your own daughter? Oh, this is too much. This nightmare can't be happening!" Chris said. She flopped into a nearby chair and started to cry.

"Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" Danny asked.

"What's goin' on is yer crazy wife is callin' my sweet little girl some damn filthy names! Ya need to be a man and get control of yer woman!" Hooper said.

Danny looked completely confused. "Why is your daughter standing here, practically nude, dripping water on the living room floor?"

Sarah Jane clutched the towel more tightly to herself. "I was cleaning your bathroom. Everyone knows the only way to really clean a bathtub and shower is to get inside. I didn't want to get my clothes all wet, so I took them off, and when I was done cleaning, I wanted to wash up. I'll take the towel home and wash it and bring it back," she said, meekly.

"Sarah Jane Hooper, go back and put yer clothes on. No one wants to see ya in the altogether," Hooper growled.

"Chris, honey, sweetheart, I swear, I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't even know she was here. The last thing I remember was you saying you were going into town and me saying I wanted to take a nap. Honest! Please believe me!" Danny pleaded to his wife.

Chris, still sobbing, looked at Danny. "If that's true, why are you sitting here in just your underwear?"

Danny looked down and quickly pulled the sheet over to cover himself. "Why am I in my underwear?" he said, sounding truly mystified.

Hooper said, "I can answer that one. He started sweatin' like a pig once it got warm in here. I tried to wake him up, but he wasn't havin' none of it, so I pulled them blankets off him. I saw his clothes was sweaty, and I knew that wasn't no good for them stings. Makes 'em itch worse. He wasn't about to help hisself, so I pulled some of his clothes off to try and keep him comfy."

Sarah Jane returned to the room, her damp hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a Willy Nelson t-shirt and a pair of tiny cut-off jeans that fit her like body paint.

"That's more like it. At least yer decent now, child," Hooper said.

"I'm so sorry I caused a problem," Sarah Jane said. "Mr. Jenkins, you were sound asleep when I got here. Daddy said you had taken pills to help your bee stings feel better. I'm a nursing student, so I know antihistamines really make some people sleepy. Daddy said you wouldn't mind if I started cleaning while you slept. And Mrs. Jenkins, I didn't think you would be home so soon. I just wanted to have everything nice for you when you got back. And I sure wouldn't do anything wrong with another woman's husband."

"I wish I could believe all that," Chris said.

"Honey, what's not to believe? You trust me, don't you?" Danny asked.

"I want to."

"Well now, it seems like my little Sarah Jane has said a right nice apology to ya, Missus. Don't ya have nuthin' to say to my little girl?" Hooper asked.

Chris wiped her eyes and looked around the room. "You certainly did a lot of cleaning in a short time. The place looks amazing."

For the first time, Sarah Jane smiled. "Thank you. Daddy did a lot of it with me, but when it came time to do the bathroom, I said I would handle it myself, so Daddy went outside to do some clean-up out there."

"Yes, you two have done a remarkable job in a very short time. Thank you. And I'm sorry I said what I did," Chris said.

"That's OK, then. I s'pose it may have looked a little funny to ya. My late wife (rest her soul!) prob'ly woulda took my huntin' knife to me instead of a pillow if she woulda had the wicked thoughts you did, Missus."

"I just have to clean the stove and the counter top in the kitchen, and then I'll be done in here," Sarah Jane said.

Hooper nodded. "I'm about done outside. I'll run Sarah Jane home and get some tools and some wood to fix that there bed frame. I don't look too bad. It'll look OK when I'm done, and it'll be stronger than new."

"Don't worry about the bed today. We'll be OK with the mattress and box spring on the floor," Danny said.

"All right then. How 'bout if I fix it tomorrow when I come down to mow the grass?"

"That's fine," Chris said. "And Sarah Jane, I'm truly sorry I made those horrible accusations about you."

"OK, Mrs. Jenkins. I'm just sorry I upset you."

Hooper went back outside, and Sarah Jane busied herself in the kitchen.

"Honey?" Danny said.


"Are we OK?"

"Yes, Danny, I'm so sorry. I feel like a fool. This has all been pretty stressful. I over-reacted," Chris said.

"Come here, baby," Danny said, patting the sofa next to him.

Chris sat down next to her husband and took his hand in hers.

"Ow! Damn, my hands and face are still so sore."

"Oh honey, I didn't mean to hurt you. I got some lotion for your stings. And some wine, some strawberries, and some whipped cream for later, if you like," Chris said, carefully snuggling up against her husband.

"If I like? Yeah, I like! I love you, baby. Trust me; things will get a lot better."

Danny napped most of the afternoon, with the help of the lotion and the antihistamines. Chris busied herself in the kitchen. She marinated the steaks Danny had brought in some red wine, and threw together a chopped green salad.

She took a long hot shower and took time to do her hair and makeup, just so. Since Danny chose not to bring any sleeping attire, she put on a fresh bra and panties, and then loosely tied her robe around her.

While Chris finished up dinner, Danny went into the bathroom to make himself a little more presentable. He couldn't shave because of the bee stings, and even the water from the shower hurt him. He decided to take another antihistamine so that he would feel better and he could spend some needed quality time with his wife.

The couple toasted to their anniversary and pretty much finished the wine with dinner. After Chris cleared the table, she brought out the container of whipped cream and turned to her husband with a sultry look.

"Care for some dessert, lover?" she asked.

What she didn't expect was to see was Danny with his head down on the table, snoring. Chris gently shook his shoulder and he stirred and tried to raise his head. His eyes just didn't look right.

"Danny, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" the worry showing in her voice.

"Huh? Dunno, just so sleepy," he muttered. "Just wanna feel good for you....just one more pill...."

"You didn't, Danny; tell me you didn't," Chris said, realizing what her poor husband had done.

She felt he would probably be all right, after a good night's sleep. But Geez, how stupid could he have been to take the pill and then drink? Well, she guessed they could both probably do with a good night's sleep, after the day's excitement.

After Chris sort of dumped the semi-conscious Danny on the mattress, she went back into the kitchen to finish cleaning up. All of a sudden, she had an idea. Tomorrow was supposed to be a perfect summer's day. She'd pack up the the berries and whipped cream along with some sandwiches for a picnic lunch. Danny had talked about the pond, and given the seclusion, it might be the perfect spot for food play and frolicking in the water.

Danny woke the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. When he stumbled into the kitchen he stopped and looked as though someone had smacked him upside the head.

"Oh no," he said softly, looking around. "Chris, what happened last night?"

She wasn't angry when she spoke. How could she be, seeing him standing there with his brown tousled hair and the still-half-asleep look in his eyes?

"Nothing sweetheart," she said smiling. "You went out like a light, before dessert. But that's okay honey, you and I are going to walk to the pond today and play to our heart's content."

Chris went over and placed a tender kiss on Danny's lips, and then pushed him into the chair at the kitchen table. Oh, it was going to be a much better day, trust her.

While Danny showered, Chris finished packing their lunch and changed into a pair of very short shorts, and a zippered top. What Danny didn't know was that there was nothing else on under those two pieces of clothing.

Danny was feeling a lot better. The bee stings barely bothered him as he showered. He thought of the picnic and his beautiful wife. Blood poured into this cock and it swelled. It had been so long, and he knew if he wasn't careful, it would all be over prematurely. As the water beat down on his chest, Danny stroked his cock deliberately, massaging his balls with his other hand. With his eyes closed, he imagined Chris laid out on the table, covered with whipped cream, inviting him to lick her clean. It wasn't long before Danny shot a load that made his knees just about buckle.

Mr. Hooper came to cut the grass, so the couple grabbed the quilt off the bed and their picnic basket, and were able to sneak away without having to start a conversation. Chris and Danny held hands and giggled like teenagers as they walked through the woods. Danny plucked a sprig of buttercups and put it in Chris's hair. He pushed her back against a tree and kissed her longingly, his hand going to her breast.

"What's this?" he asked, pulling her shirt away from her body and peering down into the top. "No bra? Well now this is going to make the afternoon a lot more interesting."

Danny kissed her again, pushing his growing hardness into her belly. It was all Chris could do not to rip her clothes off, brace herself against a tree and let him take her from behind. She cupped his face hard and kissed him with everything she had. Danny pulled away and saw a fire of passion in his wife's eyes that he hadn't seen in a long while. He grabbed her hand and began a half run towards the pond. He needed to get this nymph wet, and not by going swimming.

Danny started to get excited when he saw a clearing up ahead.

"Wait till you see it Chris," he said excitedly. "It's a beautiful pristine pond surrounded by evergreens and wild flowers. The ground will be soft with a layer of pine needles. This is going to be perfect."

Chris picked up the pace to keep up with her husband. She almost ran him over when he stopped dead in his tracks. Before them was a green colored algae ridden scummy hole, surrounded by dead trees. As the breeze blew, the stench almost knocked them over. Danny turned to tell Chris they could still picnic, when he saw her open her mouth and let loose with a blood-curdling scream. She was frozen, looking down at her feet as a water snake ran over her, heading for the water.

As soon as it cleared her feet, Chris let loose. "That's it! I've had it! No more, Danny, no more. I will not stay in this god-forsaken place one more minute! I know we're not supposed to go home until tomorrow, but I'm leaving now – with or without you!"

Danny chased after his wife as she broke into a run. He didn't blame her; he couldn't. It had been one calamity after another, ruining his anniversary surprise. He was going to make this up to her, one way or another.

When they got back to the cottage, Mr. Hooper was gone. Chris stormed into the bedroom to pack her bags and noticed the bed was repaired and the mattress and box spring were back in place, with the bed made. It didn't matter. There was no way in hell she was going to spend another night in this place.

Danny worked quietly, loading the cooler, taking things out to the SUV. Chris hadn't said a word to him and that had him worried. He would rather she be screaming now instead of quietly getting ready to leave. When she came out of the bedroom she looked at him, her lip quivering and tears filling her eyes.

"I wanted this so badly," she said between gasps and gulps. "It's been nothing but a nightmare from the very beginning."

"Come on baby," he said. "Let's get going. Someday we'll look back on this and laugh."

Danny had been driving about an hour, when he decided to stop for gas. As luck would have it, and it was finally luck, across the street was a hotel with a sign that read VACANCY. He refused to let this weekend defeat him. When he got in the car, he pulled right across the street into the parking lot.

"What are you doing?" Chris questioned.

"I'll be right back," Danny said, smiling. "Trust me."

Chris watched as her husband disappeared through the office doors, and then came back within a couple of minutes, waving what appeared to be a credit card at her.

"We're in luck; they have one last room available with a king size bed. And get this honey, it's a Jacuzzi suite."

They carried their bags up to the second floor and entered the large room. Immediately on their left was a large bathroom with a separate shower, and the largest tub they had ever seen. It easily could have held four people. Danny just winked and kissed his wife while they walked further into the suite.

There was a wet bar with coffeemaker and small refrigerator and a huge California king size bed. Danny dropped his bag and jumped into the middle of the bed, opening his arms and beckoning his wife.

"Come here baby. Let's start this honeymoon off right."

In a matter of seconds, Danny and Chris had stripped each other of their clothes. Danny lay to Chris's side, kissing her lips and running his hand down along her side. He could feel the swell of her ripe breasts, the bend of her waist, the curve of her hip, then trailing in to her soft smooth valley.

Chris trembled as she slowly opened her legs, in anticipation of Danny's approaching hand. He leaned down and while he rubbed the outside of her pussy, he trailed kisses from her mouth, down her throat, to her breast. He latched on to her erect nipple and listened to her sigh with contentment.

Danny didn't want her to be content; he wanted her to be excited. He gently grabbed her nipple in his teeth and pulled. He started running his finger up and down her slit, flicking her clit along the way. She moaned when Danny started sliding his finger from her opening to her clit, rising up trying to capture his digit in her now wet hole. He forcefully suckled her once more and drove his two fingers into her waiting tunnel.

Chris almost shrieked as he massaged her spongy g-spot. Danny was relentless, pushing harder, massaging harder, and sucking harder until Chris practically sat straight up and screamed as her orgasm hit her, and drowned his hand with her fluids. He always found it satisfying to make his wife squirt.

He slowed his pace but continued to fuck her with his finger. He left her breast and began to move down, still covering her body with his kisses.

He whispered, "I'm going to make you weak."

"Oh God, Danny," she panted. "Please stop. Let me catch my breath."

"But I like you breathless, baby," he said, but slowed his finger.

Chris pulled at his face to bring his mouth to hers. Their lips met and their tongues danced to a sensual rhythm. She reached down to take her husband's hardening cock and began to stroke it. It was Danny who sighed with contentment, this time.

Chris broke their kiss to that she could move out of Danny's arms and lean over his stiff, straight cock. With one move, she took him deep into her throat. Now it was his body that moved, involuntarily. She gave her husband a little smile and went back to work.

Chris was up on her hands and knees, holding Danny's cock and licking it up and down. She ran her teeth down the underside of his shaft, making him squirm on the bed. While she sealed her lips around his rod, Danny looked at his wife's sexy ass, and the still moist hole. He dipped his finger in again, making Chris moan on his cock. He scooped out some of her sweet cream with his finger, and spread it up around her little puckered hole. It just seemed to wink at him.

Danny pressed one of his fingers into Chris’s tightly shut entrance and the other back into her pussy, moving them slowly but steadily. The feeling of both her holes being used spurred Chris on. She lowered her head to tug on Danny’s sack with her teeth, while continuing to stroke him.

"Shit, baby," he moaned. "I need this so bad. Come on, let me taste you again."

Chris giggled as she moved to straddle her husband’s face, half laying down his body while she savored the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth. Danny pushed his tongue into her pussy, to feed from her again.

Chris’s hips moved with Danny’s tongue. Danny’s hips pushed up, feeding his wife as much of his cock as he could. Sounds of wetness and the smell of sweet sex filled the air.

Danny gripped Chris’s hips tighter and thrust deep into her throat as the first spurts blasted from his cock. Chris kept her lips sealed around his shaft, not wanting to miss a drop of her man’s juice. She felt the familiar roar of orgasm deep inside her, demanding to set itself free. The lovers surrendered themselves to the moment.

Chris rose up and crawled off her husband’s exhausted body. The two lay staring at the ceiling, holding hands.

"Now that is a second honeymoon," Chris said as she started to giggle.

"You know," Danny said, winking at Chris. "A nice long soak in the Jacuzzi might be just what we need to recover."

The hot water churned as the pair slipped into the large tub. They laughed and played, the hot water causing them to float around. Danny wanted to play "up periscope" while Chris gaily suggested "hide the submarine."

Try as they might, there was no being serious about making love in the Jacuzzi. After about forty-five minutes of laughter and play, they got out and wrapped themselves in huge towels. The wobbly couple walked to the bed and dried each other off.

Danny and Chris got underneath the blankets and moved into each others arms. Chris nuzzled Danny’s neck while he rubbed her back. Their muscles were totally relaxed and everything comfortable and warm.

"Feel good, sweetie?" Danny asked softly.

"Mmmmm, I don’t know when I’ve ever felt this relaxed, Danny. This is going to be a perfect night."

Soon the silence of the night was broken with the sounds of the lovers. Only this time, it was their snoring that filled the air.

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Pub: 21 Apr 2024 10:28 UTC
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