Author; Ace, Storyace

title; The convict's wife 6

Part 6 of 6

Codes; M/F rom

2,000 words

Summery;  Harvey is released from prison, and his wife tells him what's really been going on while he was inside.

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The convict's wife part 6; Freedom

 At last, the day came; the day of my release.

 I walked out through the steel door of the prison, my few possessions in a canvas carry bag. I was elated, and terrified.

 I hadn't seen Debbie in a few months; I hadn't dared call. I know that sounds weird, but I just couldn't do it. I was afraid she'd confirm my fears, I'd been away too long, she'd moved on. Her young life was far more valuable than whatever fading claim I still had on it.

 The air outside was fresh and cold; unburdened with the stench of confined disillusioned men. I walked to the nearby bus stop, clutching the bus voucher I'd been given. There was no sign of my wife, just a limo waiting next to the bus stop, undoubtedly for one of those big ass traders who had gotten a few months for ripping off a hundred million dollars and ruining the lives of hundreds of people.

 The door of the limo opened and Debbie stepped out.

 "Hey good looking!" she shouted, "Need a ride?"

 She was wearing a belt of a skirt, and her big pale breasts were about to break free of a bikini top. Her lustrous black hair framed her perfect face, and her huge joyful smile thrilled me like I'd never been thrilled before. So genuine, so full of love, so utterly, devastatingly beautiful.

 I wondered if like a person suffering from sever dehydration or starvation, too much love all at once might kill me. 

She grabbed me and held me close, my hands able to feel her naked skin at last, her tongue able to spend as much time in my mouth as it liked. My mind spun, my cock inflated, my nostrils inhaled the scent of her.  

Yet even in that moment of total joy, I had doubts; was she really mine, or was she just pretending, doing her duty, going through the motions? How could she still love me after these years apart, our experiences separated, our lives shattered? I was a loser now, and she was successful. She could have any man, and I had nothing to offer. How could this possibly work?

"Get in the car." She said breathlessly, and then shouting at the guards staring from the prison gate, "In your dreams, screws!"

 "Jesus, where did this thing come from?" I asked, sliding into the Cadillac.

 "I hired it of course." She said, getting in and closing the door. "It's a three hour drive, and I've been waiting five years."

 She put up the privacy screen, laughing to the driver as it rose; "My husband and I have some intercourse to catch up on!"

 "Get your fucking clothes off!"she said to me excitedly.

 "Jeez Deb, I..." 

"Off, off, off!" she insisted, waving her fingers at me as the big car smoothly pulled away. She was taking her own slight clothing off as she spoke. She pushed me back onto a towel that had been thoughtfully tucked in around the seat. She grabbed my cock in one hand as she half lay on me, her big breasts against my chest, and kissed me with an intensity that I've never known. My cock bulged with exquisite need in her hand as she stroked me.

 "Now then." She said, her blinding smile burning into my head as she teased my penis, "I've been giving this some thought, love. Stretch your right leg along the seat, and put your left foot on the floor."

 She tucked a firm little cushion between my thighs.

 "What's that for?" I asked. 

"For me to sit on." She said, putting her knee on the outside of my right leg as she stood up over me. I looked up past her great breasts to her face, helpless in the powerful storm of her lust. She wrapped a hand around my head as her other held my penis. She lowered her body down to meet it, her vagina wet and cool against my hot organ. I looked up into her gleaming eyes as she twisted and lowered herself over my big hard rod, slowly sliding down my pole it until her ass rested on the cushion, and all ten inches were inside her body for the first time in five years. She sat still on me and pulled me tight, her breasts squeezed between us. She looked at me with peace in her big blue eyes.

 "That feels better." She said. "I want to keep it there for a while if that's all right with you.

 "Very alright." I said, my mind pulsing along with my penis.

 "Comfortable?" she asked.

 "For the first time in years." I affirmed.

 We just held each other like that for a long time, not moving much. Her body was warm and smooth, her vagina tight, her love overwhelming. My emotions were boiling, bursting. I cried a little.

 "What is it?" she asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

 "Oh god Debbie!" I sobbed, gripping her naked body desperately, "I never thought we'd get here. I didn't dare hope you'd be mine again."

 "I'm here, Harvey." She whispered, holding my face between her breasts and rocking me from side to side.

 "Oh, I've forgot me manners, very rude of me, are you hungry? Like anything to drink? We got all sorts." 

"I feel very content as I am." I said, regaining my composure as my cock stood hard and proud inside her.

 "You know I've been trying to get knocked up with those little bits of come you used to give me, but it never worked." She said. "I'm just warning you, there's nothing in there to stop your boys if you let them loose in there today." 

"I don't think there's much I can do to stop them." I said helplessly. "But Deb, I've got nothing. I don't even have clothes!"

 "You won't need any for a while!" she replied, reaching out to turn on some music. She cranked it up and then leaned close, her tits pressing on my chest and her black hair in my face as she wrapped her hands around my back. We held each other tight, desperately tight. She squeezed my cock hard with her vagina. 

"God that feels good!" she declared gleefully.

 "I like it too." I said, trying to avoid breaking into tears again at the intensity of it all.

 "Champagne?" she asked stretching out her hand to grab a bottle from an ice bucket that had been thoughtfully put within reach. 

We sipped bubbly and fucked with slow hard intensity while the limo purred down the highway. She moved her hips forward and back, up and down, stroking my face with her fingers and straing into my eyes, her great wonderful tits rolling between us.

 "Chocolate?" she asked, unwrapping the foil from a small pack. She put it in my mouth, grinding her clit against my rod at the same time. My head was exploding with sensations. 

"That day you were on the road, when you got busted, I knew something was wrong. Kenny never came for the money, and you didn't call." She said quietly. Even if the intercom had accidently been on, the limo driver wouldn't hear us with the music on. 

She bucked her pelvis back and forth a few times, then stopped again. Her big breasts were squeezed against my chest.

 "Kenny didn't come for the money?" I asked, puzzled. "But he was supposed to pick it up right after I got the gear from the farm out west. Then I was driving for three days... I assumed he'd picked it up from you by then." 

"No, he never turned up. He must have gotten done and tipped them off about you, that's what I think."

 Debbie moved her pelvis back and forth, my fifty year old dick was stiff as a bone inside her, I reached out to greet her round naked ass with my hands. The car was smooth and spacious but we were only using a corner of it.

 "So when the feds came and ransacked the apartment; they took the cash? The bastards never reported it." I said.

 "No no no!" she insisted, "They only turned up a couple of days later. By that time I'd buried it in Justine's garden. They ripped up our yard but not the neighbor's. They were looking for it, that Kenny grassed and told them, that's what it was all about, they didn't give a toss about the weed, it was the money that got them all excited."

 "So they never found it? When I was first busted, you said they took everything."

 "Why do you think I've been living in the same place all these years? Sleeping with kids and old guys? It's all under that rose bush, sweetheart."

 I looked up at her triumphant face; Debbie ginned in delight, squeezed my cock with her vagina, and laughed.

 "I've been guarding that cash day and night." She said. "Sometimes I'd just be on me hands and knees, staring through the window at that bloody rose bush while Jason did me from behind... I always liked that, getting it from him while knowing I was still with you. It might have been other cocks up me bits, but it was always you in me heart, baby."

 "So we have seven million dollars?"

 She ground her clit against my cock and moved her head from side to side so her hair slid across my face.

 "Actually, it's around five million and a block of flats; long story, I'll tell you later. The point is Harvey, you've got plenty of dosh; you can do as you like. We're heading for the airport, we got tickets to Hawaii, but you might have your own ideas; There's a bag of your clothes in the boot, your passport, a new credit card, and some cash. You're a free man, Harvey; I haven't been right to you, I know that. I shouldn't have been doing all those men, If you want to go your own way, I understand."

 I looked up at my goddess; her breasts had deflated a little bit, her belly wasn't as flat. But I loved her more than ever. My big cock pulsed inside her tight wet vagina, ready to explode, despite her warning about the possible result. Or maybe because of it.

 "You told me what you were doing, you were always honest." I said, "You have nothing to be guilty about, I..."

 "I didn't tell you all of it." Debbie interrupted. "But I will. I was with 12 different men and boys while you were inside, and a few women. I had it almost every day, I kept trying to stop but never managed. I knew I was doing you wrong Harvey, and I did it anyway. 

"So you think about it for a few days; me biological clock is ticking, I've been waiting 5 years and that's all right, but I'm not going to wait much longer. I love you Harvey but it's time to put up or shut up as you Americans say." 

"How do you know, after all this time? Perhaps you just like the idea of me."

 "Those men never knew me." She said seriously, sitting still on my thighs with my cock up her middle. "They liked me for what I let them see, but I always had to hide half. You're the only one who knows all of me Harvey, the only one I ever let all the way in." 

I grabbed her around her slim waist, lifting her up and flipping her onto her back. I fucked her then, long and hard, laughing with her, looking into her gleaming devilish angelic eyes, my power and confidence returning in a great rush of sexual power. I wasn't quite free; I was bound to this writhing, groaning, insatiable women. I kissed her, fucked her, stroked her, until we both had to come.

 An orgasm that was waiting 5 years; an orgasm that wasn't merely an emission of semen, but an emotional cataclysm. My hands in her hair, her breasts on my chest, her eyes in my head, I kissed my hot wife and sent a zillion eager spermatozoa out to look for a waiting egg. I came so hard, I thought I'd injured myself. I came with her, in her, for her.

 "I love you Debbie." I said earnestly. "I don't care about what you did, or with who. We need a little time to reconnect."

 "Well," Debbie said breathlessly, "We've made a good start."

 We held each other desperately; I kissed the tears from her eyes as the limousine glided down the highway.

Ace, 2017

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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