When she came in the door Paxton was still at the table looking at the bills. She felt weird. Why was today turning out to be so mixed up? It was like life was throwing things at her every which way. Bette walked to the kitchen and put some dishes into the sink, she hated clutter. Then Bette turned around and looked at Paxton. His curly black hair was beginning to make him look like a clown. He had to get a haircut soon. But he was sitting there, oblivious…looking so…conentrated. Bette felt suddenly something rising in her, she was married dammit. She would excersise her rights. “Pax…..make love to me”. Her husband looked up. He saw the look on her face. Bette didn’t know what kind of expression she was wearing. He immediantly got up and walked towards her. Bette felt her desire go up tenfold, she could feel his heat…his presence as he walked slowly. she felt anticipation frazzle her nerves. She took a step and met him in the middle. Their lips slipped into each other’s mouths and Bette walked towards Pax, making him walk backwords. Towards the bedroom. She stuck her tongue out and felt Paxton’s lips suck it, feeling him suck like a vaccum. His hands were all over her, her hips and hair and *****. Bette fumbled with his belt, slipping it off and throwing it somewhere. the back of Paxton’s knees hit the bed and he sat down. Bette knelt and helped him take off his pants. He was something she wanted to consume. Paxtons hands were trembling, rubbing her shoulders her neck. Bette took off his underwear. His ***** was throbbing, red ***** glistneing, his pubic hair a mass of black curls. She loved this part of his body. It was like all his vulnerability was concentrated in that spot. All she had to do was touch it and he trembled. Bette leaned down and trailed her tongue from his balls up his shaft to his ***** to his stomach to his nipples up his neck and to his mouth. he met her with desperation. Paxton wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up on top of him. He kissed her eyebrows and lips and neck while taking off her clothes. Bette wanted him, needed him more than ever. she felt the air hit her skin, she was naked. They were by now, after four years, used to each other’s nakedness. It was no longer an issue. Bette felt Paxton’s ***** against her inner thigh, needy…needing to be consumed. Bette took it and guided it into her. Paxtons lay beneath her with that expression on his face, like he was the most lucky guy on the planet. In and out in and out…Bette felt herself be filled up, her husbands’ ***** hitting that nob deep inside her. She looked up to the ceiling and felt herself tighten, she was close. Then he squirted. Bette looked down, his ***** was already becoming flaccid. Paxton apologised…stroking her thigh. Bette said it was alright and fell down beside him. Paxton got up and with his arms pushed her legs up, kissing her stomach. “what are you doing?” Bette aksed, Paxton msiled…said he wanted her to ***** too. Bette smiled, god how she loved him. Most guys she used to go with turned over and slept. Paxton actually thought about her, most of the time anyway. Bette closed her eyes when she felt his tongue lick her.

 After showering Bette lay besdie her husband. He looked so blissful. The sun was shining through the closed bedroom curtains. There was much to be done but now they were just resting. Before Paxton got up for the bills and Bette got up to look over proposals. Bette laid down and let Paxton rest his head on her shoulder. He was such a child sometimes. She felt so protective. Bette suddenly had to talk, this was the right moment………”Pax, im havinga really…weird day. my father finally showed my mom’s suicide note, and all i can feel is anger. and you pissed me off today and i dont know why. and the neighbour…well she’s nice. But, i hate this Pax, not knowing how to control sometimes…ami i such a burden towards you?” Paxtons thought a moment, Bette could feel him thinking. “Well Bette, this is what marriage is…letting things fall into place, we fall into each others place and that can be scary sometimes and life, well we have to try not to control it and the things in it cuz your only going to give yourself a bad headache. And those feelings, feel them Bette and the let them go” Bette didn’t know whether to clobber him on the head or kiss him on the mouth.

 It was Paxton who got up first, Bette just laid there thinking. After all that passion she was just annoyed with him. But she loved him so much too. They fit, they fit each other so well. but he was so….childish sometimes. Bette looked at him putting on his pants, not showering, wanting to smell her on him. He was so in love with her. Bette felt his presence in her life. what would she do without him? They took care of each other.

 Later that night Bette dreamed about leathered up dykes camping in her backyard. When she woke up she was wet down there. Bette didn’t mind. She looked over at Paxton, wandering whether to wake him up by touching his *****, or to wake him up by kissing him. No…she would let him sleep. Bette thought once again about that book. No…she wasn’t THAT way……

TBC