Page 80 of His Wife

“Stay with me, Mark. Let’s show this fire who’s the boss.” Pieces of the ceiling were coming down around us. One huge chunk missed me by a few inches. It reminded me of how fragile the human body really was. We could be snuffed out with the snap of a finger. “We have it where we want it. We won’t let it win!” I felt like the hose was an extension of God’s hand.

“Marlene, the Captain said that we need to vacate and let this thing burn itself out. I can’t do that, but I won’t blame you for wanting to save your own skin,” Mark yelled.

There was no way that I was going to leave him there. I couldn’t live with myself if I did that and he didn’t make it out. And even the thought of having to tell Carol her husband was gone was horrific.

“We’re in this together!” I told him. He stood close behind me, and I feel those hard muscles even through the fireman’s uniform. I don’t know why, but I felt that the fire had a mind of its own. It was beautiful, but also deadly.

“You’ve been a blessing in my life, Marlene.” Did he think we were going to die?

I remembered how it felt with Carol and I longed to reenact that battle between the sheets once again.

“Your friendship and your dedication to your duty is the only thing that is keeping this fire from burning everything alive in its path,” he managed to say. Another piece of the ceiling fell and landed on my shoulder. I stumbled for a moment, but Mark was right there to help me back up and put me on the right path.

“We might die here today, Mark.” We were yelling back and forth at each other, as if our souls depended on these last few words. “I want you to know that even knowing you has been a pleasure. I need to tell you something and it’s about your wife. She and I …” I didn’t get a chance to finish what I had to say, as the ceiling came crashing down towards us. We jumped back to avoid contact, and directed the intensity of the spray towards the fire’s source. The barbecue in the corner of the garage had been lit without the owner knowing that there was a small leak in the propane tank. It had exploded in his face. He was fighting for his life in the hospital.

We both began to scream, and that gave us the necessary push to take it the rest of the way. The water rained down on that fire, until it was but an ember of what it had been. We had survived, but I had this funny feeling that the Captain wasn’t going to be patting us on the back anytime soon.

Making sure that it was completely out, we emerged to a chorus of applause from the people in the neighborhood who were lining the street to watch. They had come to witness the catastrophe, but the human spirit of the fire fighter had given them the hope that they were looking for. We were praised as heroes, but the look that we got from the Captain was not for the faint of heart.

“I think that the both of you know that you got lucky in there. I’m the Captain and what I say goes. What you did was go against every procedure that we have. You’re lucky that it worked out in your favor. It could’ve gone differently. This is going to be written down in your permanent record. On a personal note, I do have to say that I was quite impressed by how well you worked together. You seemed to know what the other was thinking. You’re both of the same mentality that you can’t leave anybody behind.” Mark was showing his veteran status with a smile. I was a little concerned by the write-up, but Mark took me aside and told me that there was really nothing to worry about.

“I don’t know how many times I have been written up. I don’t think that you’re doing your job, unless you are pissing somebody off. You showed me something in there. Your attitude is something that I can draw from. We’ve been taught that a fire is alive and we have to respect it. I like how you followed your instincts.” I was glad that he didn’t ask about what I wanted to say about his wife. It was distinctly possible that he hadn’t even heard what I’d said.

I caught sight of my reflection in the glass of the fire truck. I was covered with a mask of ash. I looked back at the aftermath of the fire and I took a healthy step back. Looking at the carnage left behind I could see how very close this could have come to taking out not only the garage, but several nearby houses. The only damage to the house nearby was a little singe on the siding.

That was not the only fire that day, but it was the one that made me aware that I was not invincible. It could have changed my mind and made me walk away, but it didn’t. This was what I was meant to do and I was not going to allow anybody to tell me differently.

Walking into a death trap fueled my adrenaline and arousal. Carol had said that she was only a call away, and I was going to take that on face value.

“Marlene, that was some of the finest work that I’ve ever seen in this department or any other. You showed me and those that doubted you that you have a place here. You’re not one to let somebody take a risk, unless of course you’re willing to take that same risk right alongside them. I think that you have a long and distinguished career in front of you. We could even be looking at the first female Captain of this department.” This was high praise coming from Mark. He most likely coveted that position himself. I felt a flush of gratitude and admiration for him.

“I don’t know what to say to something like that. I hope some day that my parents will think the way you do.” I knew that Christmas holidays were four months away, but it would be here before I knew it.

“If you need me to convince them, then all you have to do is ask.” Mark smiled at me. We drove back to the station and I went into the shower feeling like somebody was watching me. They had told me when I started that I could have a private shower, but I hadn’t wanted special treatment. There was no doubt a certain amount of pleasure that came from looking at all of these well put together bodies in the same wet conditions. Seeing their skin dancing with that water hitting their muscular physiques had made my knees go weak. I think some thought that I was more interested in the female form. How little they knew about me. I was an equal opportunity sex partner.

Mark stepped into the spray next to mine. I looked over with a modicum of embarrassment. His eyes were traveling up and down my naked body. It was an unwritten rule that the guys would stay out of there when I showered, but nobody really paid attention to it. Mark was the only one that had given me that kind of privacy. I don’t think that I could’ve been any happier by his change of attitude. Looking at him now only strengthened my attraction to him. He didn’t say anything, but he did smile and motion with his eyes that he was fair game. I placed my hand on him and I found myself jerking him off in the shower while the rest of our brethren were outside no more than ten feet away.

“You don’t know how good that feels, Marlene.” I was glad that I was giving him that kind of pleasure. It kind of took away the guilt that I felt for stepping up behind his back with his wife. “I’m never going to be able to last. Your fingers are amazing and the way that you grasp onto me with that kind of tightness only makes me think of what it would be like to be with you in a more Biblical sense.” His words of encouragement made my fingers go into a blur of wet motion. I was using the hot water to direct at his balls and at the length of him at the same time.

“Mark, I’ve always wanted to do this, but I never thought that it would happen.” I felt his cock jerk in my hands and that sweet sticky sauce from the tip was now drooling down the sides. His eyes were glazed over and then his balls rose up against his scrotum. I saw the head expand and on female instinct alone, I got down on my knees and surrounded his knob with the hot recesses of my mouth. Those hot confines made him let out a mighty bellow from his lips that was stifled by his teeth digging into the palm of his hand. He went off and I swallowed everything he gave me. There was no way that I was going to waste it on the shower floor.

I left him there, knowing full well that I was never going to be able to satiate that need without getting something in return. I’d already called Carol and told her that I would be over as soon as I was able to ditch her husband. I’d heard that he was going to have celebratory drinks with the boys. I would have loved to join them, but I had a more pressing matter to deal with.

Chapter six

She met me at the door and handcuffed my wrists with a fur lined pair of handcuffs. She put the blindfold over my eyes and then she led me up the stairs making sure that I didn’t stumble and hurt myself along the way.

Carol gave me a knowing wink. “I was so happy to get your call! I dream about you all the time even when I’m awake. I think about the things that we could be doing with each other. I have a certain toy that I want to share with you.” That sounded promising, and I was looking forward to expanding our relationship into using those toys that would probably make a man feel inferior.

We walked slowly toward the bedroom, her fingers trailing down the curve of my back to caress my ass. I shivered. Pulling me toward her she pressed warm, soft lips against the nape of my neck, one hand still pressing the small of my back. Placing feathery kisses along my neck she pulled my groin into hers, and kissed my lips, her tongue slipping between them to lash at mine. Then, slowly, she undid my shirt, one button at a time, kissing my breasts, my ribs, my stomach… With expert fingers she unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and slid them down my legs to the floor. Our mouths clashed, tongues playing against each other, our teeth offering little nips. As we kissed she pushed me onto the bed. Kneeling on the floor, she kissed my tired feet, my calves, then stroked the inside of my thighs, kissing, licking and nibbling gradually all the way up to that sweet junction between my legs. All the tension that had built inside me that day turned to warm electric release, and I trembled from the pleasure of it. She licked the surrounding area of my pussy, lightly nipping the outer labia. I began to moan and thrash my hips, yearning for her tongue to enter. And she did, finally making contact with the inner folds, licking and sucking softly at first, tickling my clit. The sensation pulsated throughout my body. Each flick of her skilled tongue made me writhe with pleasure. Then her lips were on mine, our bodies pressing together. I savored my own sweet taste as her hands explored my body, and our nipples raked together.

“This is just to get you started. I don’t plan to…ahhh…to go all the way.” Her loins were on fire and she had me grabbing at the headboard with my fingernails. My hands were over top of my head. She was not only fucking me with her pussy, but she was also pushing my breasts together and sucking both of the tips.

“Ohmygod, Carol… I think I’m … what the fuck…why did you stop?” Suddenly she rose from the bed, and I was left hanging. She didn’t answer my exclamation of surprise. I could hear her rummaging around in the closet. She was obviously finding that toy. Then I felt her standing right beside me. Her hand touched my face and then she straddled me with a pair of fake balls touching my chin.

“This is all for you, Marlene,” she said. I’ve been using this toy for many years and believe me it never leaves me unsatisfied.” She touched the knob to my lips and it was so lifelike that I actually felt like I was touching a real cock. There was even a bit of moisture on the top, which was obviously placed there, as some sort of lubrication. It tasted like cream, but it couldn’t be.

“I want it all…you have no idea how bad I want it. I opened my mouth and the weight of her body pinned me to the mattress. That knob slid over my tongue and left behind the feel of having a real man at my disposal. I tried to reach for the blindfold, but a pair of hands held my wrists.

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