Tribulations

(Originally Posted by YearEnds)

When I went back into our living room, Janet had her feet up, so I sat down next to them and began massaging them as I always did. After all, I got to sit in a chair most of the day, whereas she was on her feet for almost her entire shift. I paused when I heard small sounds coming from her direction.

"Why did you stop? Keep going!" she said, sounding annoyed but eager.

Shrugging my shoulders, I resumed my massage, and knew I was done when she began to swing her feet off the couch. She sat up and put her chin on my shoulder, speaking in a low voice.

"Where did you learn to give massages like that? That was amazing!"

Having no real answer, I just said, "Maybe I've just learned what all the right spots are now."

"Well don't forget," she said admonishingly but playfully. She hopped up and walked toward the kitchen, asking, "Anything catch your eye for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, that chicken looks pretty good. How about a casserole?" I said with a joking tone.

Normally she would have declined--they're not quick, and I knew she must be hungry--but this time she said, "Okay! You know it could be two hours until dinner then, right?"

"I know," I said.

She walked back into the living room and looked at me suspiciously. "There was a game, wasn't there?"

"Yes," I said, knowing she knew why I wasn't hungry.

She shook her head. "Let me know these things so that I can restock the popcorn and beer. You know I can only use my discount once every two weeks."

That was definitely surprising. She'd always disliked--but accepted--my sports-watching habits, and I'd always had to buy those things on my own.

The casserole was in the oven shortly after that, and Janet put a news show on while I caught up on some personal correspondence. That didn't take long, though, and, in between breaks for checking the casserole, we just cuddled.

The hosts were talking about a plane crash somewhere not far from where we lived. "I hope everyone's OK there," said Janet.

"Yeah," I said. "So do I."

They cut away to some other stories but as Janet called me to come into the kitchen, I said, "Just take it out and get in here!"

She almost rushed in. "Look," I said, "everyone's OK."

"Hunh," she said. "That crash looked pretty bad. I wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"Nah, it's silly. Come on, you wanted this, right?"

As usual, Janet's dishes were delicious.

Not long after dinner I got into bed, only to realize Janet wasn't there. I looked around in confusion until I saw her in the doorway, wearing the skimpiest lingerie I'd ever seen on her.

"What brought this on?"

She moved toward me, slowly taking off bits of fabric as she went. "What, I can't dress sexy for my husband? Come on, I know you're in your pajamas. Get naked under those sheets." She crawled in with me and my dick sprang to life as soon as she touched it.

I happened to glance at our bedside clock shortly before drifting off. I couldn't believe it. We'd fucked for five hours, and my cock was still rock hard, buried in my wife's cunt, and--somehow--still spurting cum. I wondered if Janet would get pregnant. I hoped she wouldn't--we couldn't support a baby on only one income and neither of us wanted to put our child in daycare centres.

I fell asleep, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

--

"Dammit, Jack," said Amia as she watched Keith on a screen.

"Oh? What's he done this time?" said Dorothea. "He didn't fill me in."

"He didn't let me know either, but it's not hard to see. Look!"

A look of horror came over Dorothea's face. "Oh, fuck. This again?"

"This again," said Amia, nodding.

"So, how long until this one inadvertently blows up the planet?"

"I don't think he will. Jack had me prepare profiles on everyone he was considering as his successor. Believe me, Keith's one of the best of the lot."

"Yeah, but knowing Jack, well, all that means is that we're probably only dealing with bisexual sluts with basketball-sized tits rather than beach-ball-sized ones."

"Look closer," said Amia.

"Oh, damn. Really?"

"Really."

"So even if he..."

"Even he'll just think it's completely normal."

"When will he find out?"

"When he dies. That's when the block dissolves."

"Then we're in for a lot more trouble," said Dorothea.

"What are you talking about?"

"Look, Amia, I know you're the first angel and all that, linked to the universe, et cetera, but I'm a lot more experienced with **** and mortality than you." Dorothea twisted her hand and the view on the screen changed. "Look at that."

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Amia.

"Yeah, I noticed that right away."

"You mean we've got to wait until that star expands into a red giant and swallows Earth?"

"Yeah. Keith will just keep changing, assuming new identities, new faces. Sometimes he'll be a man, sometimes a woman. He won't even really be aware of it."

"And he'll never question why things keep happening the way he wants them to, or anything like that. Damn, damn, damn."

"It gets worse," said Dorothea.

"How so?"

"I just tried to touch Keith's mind. Can't. It's blocked off."

"Well, most Gods' minds are."

"Sure, if they do it actively. But you know there's usually that brief window where you can get in there? Well, Keith's should still be open, right? It's not. Jack put the block in place. I might be able to get through it, but I'd more likely get wiped from existence with the blowback." Dorothea looked pensive. "You could probably get through it, though."

"Maybe, but you know the consequences of that. Besides..."

"You still want him, don't you?"

"Yeah." Amia felt her pussy getting slick. She much preferred being able to exist as formless energy, but Jack had stuck her looking like a nineteen-year-old female human sexpot, complete with gigantic tits, bald cunt and hair-trigger sexual sensitivity. And damn him, he hadn't taken away the need for his dick he'd implanted in her.

"Well, look, I'll convene the council. It's not like this isn't the first time this has happened."

"Yeah," said Amia, "but five billion years. I mean, you'd think that would be nothing when you're immortal, but you just know I'm going to get stuck with the paperwork."

"Nobody knows it like you do."

Amia sighed. "True. And in the absence of a God to keep an eye on things, we're just going to have to do the best we can." The elder angel waved her hand, and the screen showed a growing line of beings awaiting judgment. "At least Jack managed to clear the line before he left, but there's already well over two trillion souls that need judging--"

Dorothea let out a scream. Amia felt the mental pressure, too, but managed to **** down her reaction.

"That war's been going on way too long. I was really hoping we'd get a God who would do something about that. Which planet was it this time?"

Dorothea panted. "It wasn't a planet. That was a galaxy, Amia! A whole fucking galaxy! Fuck you for making me keep an eye on that stupid war!"

Amia expanded the screen to show the full extent of the new arrivals. Her eyes widened. "I am not looking forward to that paperwork." She gave Dorothea a wan smile. "At least it was a suicide run. I'll be sure to expedite that part."

Dorothea wiped her eyes and shot Amia a savage grin. "I'll be waiting. I've got just the punishment for those assholes."

"They don't have assholes."

"All the better."

--

I woke up. I was relived that the flow of juices from my dick had stopped sometime during the night, but it was still hard and still buried in my wife's pussy. I pulled out carefully so as not to wake her up.

My dick softened as I walked to the washroom and turned on the shower, but not before I got a look at it in the mirror. It looked longer than I remembered. Maybe I'd misremembered.

The shower felt wonderful, and I managed to bring himself to one more orgasm before stepping out, toweling off and going back to my bedroom to get dressed for the day.

"Leaving so soon?" asked Janet, not bothering to hide her nudity. I looked over. Were her breasts bigger, or perkier, or something? Maybe. I'd never been much for breast play, but the idea of a good titfuck popped into my head.

"You know today's a big day. If I can convince that client to accept our offer, I'll probably get promoted on the spot. Then you can quit your job and we can start that family you've talked about."

"I hope you do get that promotion, because it's been about two weeks since my last period, and I'm out of pills."

I blanched, dressed as quickly as I could and rushed out the door.