Unexpectedly, Milo - Matthew Dicks [36]
Milo found himself wishing that he could explain this predicament to his wife, and he thought that if he could, he might be able to save the marriage right there and then. The truth might destroy any hope of reconciliation, but perhaps there was the slimmest of chances that his honesty would open new doors for them.
But to bring it up for discussion would be like risking a guess at the definition of a rubber and confusing it with a dildo. If he didn’t get it right, there would be no turning back.
Milo waited until Christine achieved orgasm, a small miracle in Milo’s mind considering the circumstances, before he began his feigned escalation of pants and grunts that would culminate in his own climax. Under normal circumstances, even when orgasm was possible, Milo attempted to time his release as close to Christine’s as possible, uncertain and doubtful of the degree of pleasure that a woman experienced when she continued having sex after achieving orgasm. So less than a minute after Christine’s shuddering climax, Milo followed with a faux orgasm of his own, thrusting deeply and forcefully and declaring his enthusiasm loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
In the world of fake orgasms, Milo thought that it was impossible to be over the top.
Another problem with upright sex was the awkwardness of the moments that immediately followed. Had the couple been in bed, Milo would have rolled off his wife and remained beside her for a time, allowing his heart rate to return to normal. The two might hold hands, or if chilly, they might embrace, Christine resting her head on his chest while they engaged in postcoital small talk. But from a standing position, there was nowhere that the couple could go. Milo stepped away from Christine’s body, feeling cold and sticky in the middle of the kitchen floor as his wife peeled her backside from the wall in a motion that was anything but sexy.
Moments like these were absent from the movies too, Milo noted.
“Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?” Christine asked, standing directly over the dog’s water dish, attempting to reposition her breasts inside her bra. During the first frenzied moments of the encounter, Milo had managed to remove his wife’s top but was unable to negotiate the fastener on the bra, opting to push it down to her belly rather than fighting to remove it.
“Of course,” he said, having hoped she would ask. “The bathroom is just around the corner.”
Milo waited for his wife to leave the kitchen before shouting, “Would you like a cold drink?”
“That sounds great. Thanks.” A moment later Milo heard the bathroom door close and felt his spirits drop a bit. Christine could have sex with him while standing in the kitchen but still felt the need to close the bathroom door, even though it was around the corner and out of view.
Nevertheless, with excuse in hand, Milo went into action. First, he grabbed a dish towel and used it to wipe his penis clean of the stickiness that the sex had left behind. As with all his fake orgasms, the cleanup was minimal. Nevertheless, he tossed the dish towel into the cabinet below the sink, lest he accidentally use it before washing it. He then retrieved two mismatched glasses from his collection of three in the cupboard and placed them on the counter beside the sink. Finally, he opened the freezer and removed the first of four ice cube trays from the stack.
To his delight, the water was completely frozen.
Milo took the tray in both hands and held it over the sink, examining its contents closely. As expected, the individual cubes were covered by a satisfying layer of ice that reached to the lip of the tray on all four sides. Minuscule air bubbles had been trapped under the water during the freezing process, giving the ice a white, opaque appearance.
It looked perfect.
Gripping both ends of the tray, Milo began twisting slowly, back and forth, watching cracks spontaneously erupt throughout the upper layer of ice, throwing tiny shards