Chapter 75 Chapter 38 (i)
FAE
We took a nap after making love and I would say, cuddled in him while I lose myself in sleep was as good as the best. Waking up surrounded by his presence about an hour later, I remained in his embrace, my eyes closed, until he stirred.
“Hmm… did you get a good rest?” he asked in his bedroom voice.
I nodded. “I did. thank you.” I raised my face and got lazily kissed by my darling husband for as long as we could manage. Unfortunately, we both knew we had to get up because our guests were needing our attention after their own naps.
We slid into swimming wears. I put on white bikinis that were really just simple, except there was nothing simple about his kiss when he got his hands on me before I could remind him we had to go downstairs already. I laughed when he had to re-settle his ‘cargo’ inside his boyleg trunks, which would be what he would wear at the pool. We put covers on, his a thin cotton robe and mine a sarong, before we went down to our guests who were already cavorting with wine glasses on hands in the pool area.
Apparently, they had been there for a while, deciding not to wake us up and just wait for us ‘honeymooners’ to waltz in when we’re well and ready to mix with people. And I heard Jigo say under his breath behind me: “Tst. If only we knew that two minutes ago.”
I supressed a giggle.
We all swam in the yard’s pool, playing in the water and laughing like kids. Although we swam on the beach that Saturday afternoon on Jigo’s island (Wait a minute, so I now owned an island, too? Technically, yes. Wow.), there were no male eyes to cover me from here. I remembered and I told him about it. That ensued a dunk-and-sneak-a-kiss-under-the-water game where I mostly was the one that got dunked. And kissed.
Not complaining. I felt giddy that he obviously couldn’t wait for us to be alone and would do this when he wanted a longer kiss than lip smacks that we allowed ourselves in front of the friends. Or that he couldn’t stop touching me. again, no complaints. I got all the excuses I needed so my own craving to always touch him and kiss him wouldn’t be too obvious.
When we got tired from play, we ate food laid out on two round tables in the gazebo—barbecue and many side dishes prepared by the staff while we chatted on recliners that were moved closer to the koi pond just outside the gazebo. We were in sarongs or shorts over our swimsuits because we planned to swim again later.
Of course, now that they were calmer, they wanted to know the details of how we became a couple. So we told them a filtered version of the night of Carl and Sarah’s wedding. We also confessed about the Wrong Door incident. Thankfully, they were so thrilled that their annoyance was brief and they forgave me quickly so we could continue with the story right away.
And Jigo was there every moment, taking care of them, laughing, and chiming in with his deliberately silly versions, which often annoyed me but amused the three. Later on, he became more vocal about the awkward parts of our first night. The ladies were extremely interested in his point of view, and you could hear a pin drop from how focused they were on listening to Jigo.
We were drinking so tongues eventually were loose. Jigo was chattier than usual, and Pam, Joanna, and Kacey were enjoying—and exploiting—it immensely. I, mostly, enjoyed my place where I reclined between his thighs. We were sitting in one recliner and my back was leaning on his chest, his arms around me. I loved when our cheeks would rub against each other involuntarily. Yeah, obviously, from the very first moment, I loved being plastered any kind of way to my man.
But I was listening, too, because Jigo was a bit drunk and wasn’t like his usual self. Some of what he was saying and the way he was saying them, I was hearing for the first time from him. Evidently, I wasn’t asking the right questions, but my friends were.
“I confess I’ve been drawn to your friend here a very long time ago. I am admitting this now. But I couldn’t tell or show it because Carl is my friend. It’s my duty to protect his interests, and women who’d be good for him were included. I knew Fae would be good for him. When he finally sees her, I knew Fae would be good for him.”
“Too bad he didn’t see,” said Joana.
“Oh. It should be, too good he didn’t see, right?” Kacey piped up.
Pam nodded like a sage.
“But on his wedding day, he was done. I could finally pursue Fae.” Jigo took a deep breath. “And that night with her, it was like an earthquake hit my world. I thought it was having sex with her that did it. I was so overwhelmed after waking up and realizing it did happen. But when I saw the blood… I thought I’d hurt her. But I was also so high with happiness, you know? I was her first. I could use it to claim her—if she would have me. When I calmed down, I remembered she didn’t fake it. I felt her… you know… cum. I always make sure; you know? And I know it when a woman… you know? I’ve never felt so relieved in my life because for me, that’s a good indication even though I had no idea it was her first time.”
“Her cumming was a good indication of what?” Pam asked. She laughed when I threw a piece of used barbecue stick at her.
“Of the connection that I felt when she asked me to help her forget. I felt it. She was asking me… me. And there was no way I could turn my back on her. I just knew I had to reach for that hand and be with… her.”
“Awwww…”
“Iihhhhh!”
“A-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi!”