Free Ch. 01

Author's note:

I believe there was either problem with my email or a problem with Literotica's messaging system. A few months ago, I started getting comments; like a lot of them. Looking at the dates, I noticed that they were old comments, but they were just getting to me. Many of them were as old as 2016.

There was one comment sent by a person who wanted me to draft his story for him. I never answered him. By the time I read his email, it was 3 years later.

I apologize to anyone who's emailed me and not received a thank you of some sort. I enjoy interaction with people who read my stories, and I feel like anyone who takes the time to read them and comment deserves my appreciation. So, thank you. If you didn't hear from me, believe me, it was not intentional.

On second note, this story is broken up into 3 parts. I know I am notorious for leaving readers hanging between chapters. That and my dismal editing skills are my weakness, and I apologize for both. However, I've taken the advice of SEVERAL readers on this one. This story is finished. I've broken it up into three parts because it's easier to edit small chunks than one large one. So, you won't have to wait an entire year to finish this story (cough, cough...The Weekend...cough, cough). Each part will be submitted after short editing intervals.

Thank you all. Feel free to comment.

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Rick lifted his head looked up at the sun, as if it were the first time he'd ever seen it. A cool breeze wisped around him, gently touching his face. Closing his eyes, he took in the fresh air through my nose.

Was the sun brighter than yesterday? Was it warmer? Did the air smell better?

No. The only difference was today he was experiencing these things as a free man.

He took a quick look over his shoulder and saw his past behind him as the gates to his former home, the one he'd been living in for the past 4 years, closed and locked with a loud clank. That sound, amongst many, was one he was looking forward to never hearing again.

He was never going back.

A loud squeal broke him from his reverie. He turned forward just in time to a vision of beauty that was unmatched by anything he could dream. Running towards him from across the parking lot was his wife, Traci.

Time slowed down for him. Her thin sundress danced around her legs as she sprinted. Her smile lit up her face, which had tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.

She didn't stop, or even slow down as she drew closer to him. Instead, she launched herself into his arms, wrapping her long legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

He held her hoovering above the ground as she squeezed him with all the strength she had. Her trembling breasts pressed against his chest; her hair fluttered around his face. He closed his eyes and drank in the smell of her shampoo.

"Is this real? Please tell me I'm not dreaming." She whimpered. Her tears wet his cheeks and neck as she sobbed.

This moment. This feeling. Every night for the last four years, when the lights were turned out and his prison cell was thrown into darkness, it was THIS that kept him from going insane.

For the first time in a long time, he let out a content exhale and allowed emotional tears to escape. Finally, he was where he was meant to be. That place behind him was no place for a human being. This was where he belonged, out here with his arms wrapped about the only person who loved him.

"Yeah baby. I'm really here. And I'm not ever leaving your side again."

If it were at all possible, she squeezed him even harder. She refused to let go; almost afraid that he'd evaporate, and she'd wake up to another morning in an empty bed.

Finally, when the air threatened to be cut off, he said, "Baby. You gotta let go."

"No. I can't."

With a stifled chuckle, he said, "If you don't, I'm probably gonna pass out."

Her arms slowly unraveled. When she unwrapped her legs, he allowed her feet to touch the ground. She looked at him and had to turn away as a sheepish giggle escaped through her happy tears.

"Sorry about that." she said, almost shyly.

He gave a shrug. "No need to apologize for being too excited to see me. There are worse ways a man can be choked to death."

That was when she took the liberty of exploring him, giving him an appreciative once over. What she saw made her mouth drop open.

"Umm...I think you can handle it!" She joked as she took in the sight.

He was so big! His arms, his chest, his shoulders. Oh God! Where did this Greek God come from? She didn't remember him looking this delicious the last time she went to visit him, which was only about a month ago. That orange jumpsuit hid all of this...manliness.

The things I'm going to do to him tonight! She thought lustfully as she bit her bottom lip. Her palm rested on his chest and squeezed his firm pecs.

Reading her face, it was Rick's turn to be bashful. "There's not a lot to do in there. Lifting weights was kinda my thing."

"Yeah it was!" she said with a giggle, not even bothering to be coy about what she was thinking.

The moment was broken by a rather rude throat-clearing interruption. Rick looked over Traci's shoulder to see her mother, his mother in law, standing back watching the two of them with dispassionate eyes.

"Hello, Derrick." She said with cool, forced congeniality. She pronounced both syllables of his full name as if it caused her tongue physical pain to vomit it up. Her face could barely hide the contempt she held for her jail-bird son-in-law. She was the only person in the entire world who could make his name sound like it belonged in the history books next to Hitler and Stalin.

"Martha." He said with a cordial nod. He was not going to be drawn into it with her. Even her thinly veiled contempt for him couldn't ruin this day. He was free! After four long years of an 8 by 10 cell, sadistic guards, bitter prisoners, and barely edible food, he was a free man.

God! That felt great! What could be better than that?

Clutching tightly to Martha's hand was the answer to that question. Peeking out from behind her legs with big, scared eyes was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

With a gasp of awe, he said, "Is that..."

"Anya..." Martha addressed the little girl, cutting him off but answering his question. "Go over and say hi to your daddy."

The little girl shyly looked up at the big man that was hugging her mommy, but she didn't let go of her Granny's hand. In fact, she clutched it tighter and shrank away.

Martha looked down at her granddaughter, and in a warmer, comforting voice, she said, "Don't worry baby. He's not gonna hurt you. Granny won't let him."

Anya looked up at her granny, as if confirming that promise. Then she slowly, warily, released her hand and inched towards her father.

Rick let go of his wife and squatted down, hoping to make himself less imposing. When he was eye level with his daughter, he put on his best smile and opened his arms invitingly.

The closer Anya came to him, the less scary he became. When she was finally in his arms, she felt them close around her.

"Hey Anya." The big man said, his deep bass filled voice filling her ears.

He felt the little girl's arms clench him around his neck as she said, "Hi Daddy."

That was it. The dam was broken, and the flood was here. There was no stopping it, and Rick didn't even try. The big man's eyes misted up until tears started streaming uncontrollably down his face.

Traci looked on with her hands on her mouth as her husband and her daughter embraced. Even Martha couldn't help but be moved the touching moment.

The four of them drove home not long after that. Rick was in the backseat with his daughter. Traci was in the front, though she was turned completely around, facing the back and talking to her husband. Martha drove in silence, occasionally throwing a look of distain through the rear-view mirror and rolling her eyes.

"What do you want to eat tonight, baby? Anything you want, I'll give it to you. Anything whatsoever! You just name it!" Traci said excitedly.

The double entendre wasn't lost on either of the other adults. Lust clouded Rick's eyes as he looked his wife, who returned his stare tenfold. He allowed his gaze to fall to her full lips, which were a soft red color thanks to lipstick. Then he went down to the cleavage that dipped mysteriously into her sundress, giving his imagination a workout picturing the hidden gems in her bra.

Goddamn. His wife was a beautiful woman. And right now, that statement had nothing to do with her personality.

He licked his lips as blood rushed to his cock. His eyes answered her question of what he wanted to eat. Traci looked down at his crotch, bit her bottom lip, and gave him a wink.

How long was this car ride? Three hours? Why was Martha only doing 60?

Speaking of Martha, she groaned loudly in a not-so-subtle reminder that there were other people in the car besides them two.

"Mom, be nice!" Traci hissed over at her mother.

Martha glanced at her daughter and then shook her head before turning back to the road in front of her. "You're the one talking like a harlot in front of your daughter."

"I was asking about what he wants for dinner mom!" Traci defended with exasperation, even though she was lying. "Get your head out of the gutter!"

Martha simply harrumphed and said, "Sure you were."

"Besides..." Traci said, now glaring angrily next to her. "He's my husband; a husband I haven't seen in FOUR YEARS. If I'm going to talk like a harlot to anyone, who else would it be?"

Martha threw her daughter a look that made her mouth snap shut. In a voice laced with a cryptic message, she said, "You really don't wanna go there with me, little girl. I suggest you stop while you're ahead."

Traci's eyes widened with surprise, like she couldn't believe her mother would go there. That face quickly turned into a snarl. She looked like she was going to lash out with a comeback, but instead she changed course and stayed quiet. In fact, she completely turned around in the front seat, crossed her arms, and pouted like a 12-year-old.

Something just happened, but Rick didn't know what. Traci was never one to give up on a fight; especially one with her mother.

He shrugged it off, though. Whatever that was, it was between them. He wasn't going to spend his first day as a free man playing referee between those two. He had better things to do right now. There was a little girl in a car seat next to him that he needed to get to know. He wasn't wasting any opportunity.

He looked at his daughter sitting next to him. She was quietly looking back at him, as if trying to figure him out. He gave her a warm smile, hoping to soften her view of him. She didn't smile back. She just watched him through wary eyes.

He saw that there was a book in her hands. On the hard cover was a picture of a blonde in white dress standing in front of a castle made of ice. Next to her was a goofy looking snowman, and a brunette in a hood.

"Can I see your book?" he asked, reaching for it.

She abruptly snatched it out of his reach, as if she were protecting it from him. He immediately backed his hands in surrender.

"That's her favorite book." Martha explained from the driver seat. Rick met her eyes in the rearview mirror. We got her that for Christmas last year because she loves "Frozen"."

"What's Frozen?" Rick asked, pleasantly surprised to be having a decent conversation with Martha.

He didn't realize that she had another reason for engaging him. With a smug smirk, she said, "Frozen is a children's movie that came out not too long ago. You wouldn't know that because...well; you know."

"Mom..." Traci warned.

Ignoring her, Martha continued. "There are only two people she trusts with that book; me and her mother. We were the only ones here for her. We're the only family she knows."

The punch to the gut feeling could be seen on his face. He cut away from her eyes and turned to look out the window. He breathed through his nostrils as his lips tightened into a pensive line.

Quietly, he watched life zip past him as they drove. That was the story of his life, really.

Traci shot her mom an evil look from the side of her eyes. Martha pretended like nothing was amiss. She simply turned up the radio to drown out the awkward silence.

Sometimes, she can be a real bitch. Traci thought.

A quiet buzzing came from her purse. Traci discretely pulled out her phone, read a text, typed a quick response, and put it away. A small smile played across her lips, like she was blushing.

That small act wouldn't raise any eyebrows to the casual observer, but it did with Martha. Traci glanced at her mother, as if trying to assess if she saw that. Her eyes cut away quickly, but the flash of something resembling guilt told a story that didn't even need words.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Martha thought incredulously as she shook her head.

The car ride back to Martha's house took 3 hours, but for the four travelers, it might as well have been a lifetime. The three adults were lost inside of their own heads, each dealing with the darkness of their thoughts. The only thing Anya was dealing with was the general impatience of being five years and stuck in a car seat for longer than 30 minutes.

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With a daughter who slept with her in a bedroom that was separated from her mother's by paper thin walls, Traci had to get creative if she wanted to get laid tonight. Things would be so much easier if everyone were asleep.

That's why she was reading Anya's "Frozen" book for the millionth time. Her daughter was being frustratingly stubborn. It was almost like she knew her parents were sitting atop of loins that were ready to explode with four years of repressed desire.

Traci kept shooting glances at her husband, who was sitting on the other side of Anya on the bed. It was a good thing she had the words memorized, because she could barely concentrate on what she was reading. The way his shirt fit itself to his new torso had her distracted. She wanted to rip those damn clothes off and ride him like the wild bronco she knew him to be.

After four years, she figured the first time be woefully quick. That's why she needed Anya to hurry up and go to sleep. She wanted to get that first nut out of the way, give him a minute to recover, and then fuck the shit out of him until she came all over that dick.

Luckily, Anya couldn't fight nature forever. Her eyes started to flutter and kept doing so until they didn't open. Soon, she was breathing deeply.

Traci kissed her on the cheek, carefully got out of the bed, and went to say goodnight to her mother. The real purpose of that "good night" was to see how close she was to her own slumber. When she was assured that slumber wasn't far off, she left her to it.

Slipping into the shower was refreshing and warm. She softly lathered her skin with fruit smelling bodywash, ensuring she was clean in all the edible places. While she was in there, she got herself "warmed up" with the shower head.

Some light makeup, a couple of spritzes of body spray, and her best lingerie had her ready to be ravaged. She covered herself with a small bathrobe and went to find her husband, who by now was sitting in the living room on the couch.

His attention was torn from the television. Standing in front of him posing like a runway model who'd finished her walk, she dropped her robe and allowed his eyes to drink her in.

Her entrance had the expected reaction. Stunned, mouth-agape silence followed by a stare that was emblazoned with desire. He stood, closed the space between them, and grabbed her around the waist. Their lips locked softly at first but grew in intensity and hunger.

Before long, their tongues were dancing in the shared space of their conjoined mouths. He pulled her into him, molding her body against his. She lifted her leg and snaked it around his so she could press her groin into him. His rapidly engorging cock felt thick and meaty.

She had to see his chest. She did not want to fuck him with his clothes on. Pulling up at the hem of his shirt, he took the hint and raised his arms for her.

It fell to the floor in a heap, and her eyes gazed upon his chiseled torso for the first time. She was breathless. If it were at all possible, he looked better with his shirt off than on. His firm, toned chest was covered by small tufts of hair. Her fingernails raked downward, starting just below his neck and ending at his abs.

"You're beautiful." She said to him in a breathless whisper.

He chuckled, his lips twisting into a humored smirk. "Isn't that supposed to be my line to you?"

"Not today."

His belt buckle jingled in her hands. He hadn't even realized she had started to undress him again until he heard it. He felt his pants loosen from around his waist when the zipper was impatiently undone.

She couldn't even wait to get his pants all the way off. Once they were loose enough, she dropped down to her knees and pulled them with her. His underwear was next. She was face to face with his half erect penis.

God! She missed this!

Taking it into her mouth, her head began the bobbing motion. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and moaned encouragement as the sucking sounds beneath him drove him to a thunderous erection. His moans grew louder the better he felt; so loud in fact that she had to stop and warn him.

"Shhhh. You don't want to wake our little cock-blocker up, do you?"

Hell no. At this point, that would be disastrous.

To keep from crying out, he bit his lip and sucked in ragged breaths as his wife's talented mouth went back to work. It didn't take long for him to reach the edge of the cliff.

"Baby. I'm going to cum soon." He warned in a voice struggling to stay in control.

She ignored him; never slowing down her speed. In fact, her hand came up and joined the efforts. She wrapped it around the base of his shaft and started twisting it in tune with her mouth.

The fight to not cry out was growing increasingly difficult. Whimpers started to escape him. He wasn't going to last long.

"I'm close." He warned again. If she didn't stop soon, she was going to get a mouth full of cum. And trust me, there was a lot of it.

But really, that was the point for Traci. She'd been feeding him orange slices ever since they got home for this very reason. She very well planned to taste his explosion.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he said, giving her one last chance to hop off. When she didn't heed it, he stopped fighting for her sake. Giving in to the pleasure, it only took him a few more seconds before that tingling feeling started making its way up his shaft.

"Oh God!"

Even though she expected it, that first blast surprised her. The second and third were enough to fill her mouth completely. After that, it became too much for her swallow. She took her mouth off and jerked him through the rest of it.

There was so much! It got everywhere; on her face, on her bra, on the floor - everywhere.

Finally, his body relaxed. He breathed heavily, like he'd just got down running a marathon. She stood and smiled impishly at him as she licked her lips.

"Now that that's outta the way, I'm going to brush my teeth and give you minute. It's my turn next. I hope all those muscles come with stamina."

She walked off towards the bathroom, leaving him to watch her. His eyes fell onto her ass, which had completely eaten that poor thong. The roundness of her cheeks bounced with each step she took.