My carefully ordered life is not so ordered anymore, or careful for that matter. Things were all proceeding according to plan so primly and in the proper fashion. My oldest child was soon to wed, my son was doing well in school, and I had a young trophy on my arm. What more could a distinguished gentleman of my years long for...
BELLA! I had given up hope of ever seeing my bride again, believing that she had either come to a bad end, or left me for a younger man more able to sate her voracious appetite for sex. Do not misunderstand my words my friends, I will happily bed my wife anytime she desires doing my best to satisfy her. Alas, in that respect I was hard pressed as a young man to keep up with her, now I can only do what the body allows. Her homecoming changed everything as the night before the wedding, Cassandra ran out of the house in tears after receiving a phone call from her betrothed. I suspected that Bella had stopped at Don's in her fancy red convertible (which naturally claimed the newly installed driveway)
before coming home that day as I had detected an aroma about her that I normally associated with Cassandra on evenings she returned from spending time with him. Fearful that my bride had done something to jeopardize her owns daughter's happiness, I waited as long as gentlemanly possible and then dialed the phone. Don answered the phone and when I asked if my daughter was all right, he informed me that they had wed, she becoming his wife. I was relieved, and happy for my eldest, if a bit sad that my plans for a grand wedding did not pan out. I wished them well and told Don I would honor my dower commitment for Cassandra. I went out to the greenhouse then, to discuss what we were going to do about the guests scheduled to arrive in the morning with my wife. She was rubbing at a crick in her neck from the weeding, so I offered to work it out for her.
Bella my not be as young as my fair haired green skinned trophy was, but you certainly can not tell it from looking at her. Her body is still as supple, her face still as unlined, and yes, her breasts still as firm, as the day we wed. I had often asked, over the years, how she managed it. By way of response, all I ever managed to get was a girlish smile and a husky "are you complaining". Still though, I worry about her, and the price she is paying for apparently endless youth and beauty. As I finished, and felt the muscles in her neck finally relax, she turned to me, and handed me a rose.
That was all it took. Weaving her spell with that simple action all my fears and concerns about her actions and whereabouts the past few years vanished, along with my self control as I once again fell madly in love with her and in my passion grabbed her and crushed her body into mine.
I am afraid a few of the new green tomatoes got crushed as in our haste and passion we lashed about the inside of that greenhouse like a tropical storm trapped in a depression that grows to a hurricane. I hoped my parents were not prowling the estate that night, I don't think they would have been pleased to watch their son and his bride rutting about in the dirt and mud as if they were dumb animals, enslaved by their heat. I did not care though, I had to have her, had to make her mine and as I did I felt myself falling, ever falling only to awaken on the couch with a damp washcloth across my brow and the paramedics packing up their equipment. It seemed that as I coupled with my wife, my heart stopped its steady beat momentarily, and I blacked out. With admonishments to us both to take things easy and see the doctor in the morning, the paramedics took their leave.
As I gazed in Bella's face I saw something there I never had before. I saw concern, pain and fear for someone other than herself. I also saw age in those eyes, as the light of our mortality that burned there did so with a brilliance that stripped away all lies and pretences. I then saw past that, through the door to her soul and saw love. Real love, something that I think was a bit of a shock to us both. She came over to me then, kneeling on the floor and resting her head over my recalcitrant heart, held me until we both drifted towards dreamland and a mutual sharing we had so many times lacked. Strange how to brush shoulders with the reaper often brings us closer to the ones we love.
I woke then to find myself alone listening to the sounds of my bride rushing for the facility. I rose to check on her only to find her losing the last of whatever she had eaten the night before. I had not seen her in this state since before Alex was born, I wonder, could I have sown my seed before I collapsed, or was she with someone else's child. No matter, at this stage of my life, I will love any child she bears, for it comes from her.
Surprised at that? You shouldn't be. To often those in my family wed for money or position. I wed for love, and quite frankly, sex. I have never expected my wife to be faithful to me, expecting only that she be discrete. If she carries another's child, while I hope I am around long enough to plant the next one, I already have my heirs, and my new son-in-laws promise that my first grandchild will not be long in coming. It is that thought that drove me as I cleaned up and both Bella and I made our way to the doctor's office for guidance on our separate conditions.
