Gray

I’m elbow deep in an argument with the foreman while simultaneously trying to carry on a call with one of the safety officers when I see a streak of blue fly passed me.

It gives me pause for all of two seconds before Blay’s laughter, along with Ty’s rings out around us all and I look down to see a blur of movement followed by…

“I want to live! Dear God, please I want to live.”

I recognise that voice, but Mari is moving so fast as she bolts out of the door and down the street that I can’t see one clear part of her.

“Mari! Come on now, you know it wasn’t that bad.”

This comes from Ro who’s moving fast enough to make my eyes narrow at her suspiciously. Mom’s following, her shoulders shaking as tears stream down her face.

“Well. It only took four hours to break her,” Ro huffs, making mom cackle all the harder.

“Ro, that was just wrong.”

“Wrong? She’s been moping around the damn house for days. Got so I almost killed my only daughter yesterday when she didn’t bat an eye at my drinking. I hate me a wimp Char and Mari has turned into a real sad case lately.”

This gives me pause and I see Blay’s eyes narrow as we creep closer to listen to Ro and mom gossip about my wife.

“Oh give her a break Ro. She’s newly married and she had to move back into her childhood home. With her husband who’s been working non-stop. She needs time.”

“Normal people need time. Normal people get depressed. We Byrd’s only understand survival and that girl better believe I’ll be on her like the plague-”

“You are a plague, you old bat!”

Aaah, Mari came back. I turn to look back at the doorway where a wheezing Mari is standing, her blonde hair wild and frizzy around her face, skin flushed so read her blue eyes look ready to catch spark.

“That isn’t nice.”

“Nice? Really ma? You think that’s bad after the nuclear warfare you just waged on that defenceless toilet and my nose.” She whines, throwing herself at me, a pleading look in her eyes as she clutches at my shirt. “Don’t do this to me, Grayson. If you’re trying to off me for insurance money, be kind and tamper with my breaks. Just please don’t leave me alone with them,” she pleads.

Blay can hardly keep a straight face and I feel my own mouth twitch when she starts confessing her sins and praying for forgiveness.

“Babe, honestly, they can’t be all that bad.”

“They are. Oh Gray, you just don’t understand. I agreed with them an hour ago. About the couches and lamps. I feel the change coming Grayson. I feel the wickedness seeping into me. Do you want to be married to a hunchback with no moral fibre and a diet high in fibre.”

I shouldn’t laugh at my wife, I really shouldn’t, but Blay is already spluttering and I see Ro smirk wickedly. Malicious old bat.

Mari’s wail is dramatic and I fight a wince when she straightens and methodically smoothes her hair. From desperation to calm in under sixty seconds is not good, I just know it and the absolute serenity she levels at me now makes my nuts go eep.

“You think this is funny, let’s see your face when they show you the carpeting,” she says dourly.

 

Mari

You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach just before an interview or the doctor’s appointment where you’ll likely learn that you’re dying, or worse, genetically related to your family?

I’ve had that feeling all day after ma and Char let me go home on strict instructions to sleep before I had a nervous breakdown. Now generally I’d have said no, just to go against what’s expected of me, I’m a peach that way. But I heard ma’s stomach turn again while my jackass of a husband laughed at me and petted my head like a dog.

I was out of there so fast I think I left rubber tracks behind me. But I didn’t sleep. Oh no. Nuhuh. Gray thinks it’s funny to watch me lose my soul to the coven? He thinks it’s hilarious to watch me have a nervous breakdown as my ma and ma in law torture me to death all day? Huh!

I’ll show him, I think, cackling over the stew pot as I add another pinch of my secret ingredient. What I’m doing is wrong. Oh, but it feels so right as I prepare the dinner to beat all dinners and wait for them all to come home.

I should probably feel bad, hell, a better, saner person would totally feel bad about this, but I think the ‘Crew’ have already infected me so I take comfort in knowing that if I’m going down…I won’t go quietly.

This week has been pure hell. Now don’t judge too harshly. I have no job, leaving me financially dependent on Grayson, a nightmare that has me waking in the middle of the night with the insane urge to beat him up a little.

It’s so bad I’ve given serious thought to drugging myself in the event that I just can’t control myself and end up brutalizing him while he sleeps. The worst part is the sex. Okay. I’ll admit it fully and move on from there. I’m a twisted, perverted nympho.

I haven’t had intercourse since my period arrived and Gray started working so many damn hours. Now granted, having to smother myself while getting pipe, just so ma and papa don’t hear me getting off, is terrible. But for that one moment of pleasure I would probably do worse and we all know it.

And talking. God, I’ve seriously turned a corner with the whole talking thing because instead of wanting to kill myself when Gray starts his love fest and hormone driven drivel, I just miss it.

Sure, I get hives when he starts going all feelingsy on me, but…I miss the hives! There is something wrong with me. Oh God, they have infected me, I think morosely as I tip the jar again, grinding my teeth with evil glee.

“You’re plotting.”

I almost squeak my guilt when two strong arms wrap around me from behind and the smell of his aftershave hits my nose. It feels so good and right I moan and lean into him, surreptitiously shoving the jar into the apron before turning with a pout.

“Your mother is torturing me Grayson. Ma started tracking my cycle on a chart and she asked me if I keep my legs raised after sex. It got so bad I didn’t know whether to throw myself from a speeding car or pull the emergency break so I could hit the wind screen.”

Gray chuckles down at me, his blue eyes sparkling and I almost, just almost let myself forgive him for abandoning me with Beelzebub and her sidekick Legion. Almost.

“Babe, she gave me a ball cosy last night and told me to keep my nuts warm and ready for optimal flow.”

My mouth twitches a little and I sputter when he pulls his fly open a little and lo and behold, his balls are snuggled into a pink pouch tied beneath his shaft with a purple ribbon.

“Wow. Hold me back God! I just don’t know how I’ll resist all that hotness!” I yell, laughing so hard I spit on his shirt a little.

God this is ridiculous. My entire family is out of their minds and as it turns out, the one man on God’s green earth nuts enough to actually like them, be like them, decided to stalk me from the moment he laid eyes on me.

The odds are so freaking slim I feel blessed as heck just standing here taking it all in. Gray, my man, is a nut. He has to be a nut because even with the weather now officially moving into the fall nip, he’s got his nuts baking in that thing.

I hold my breath and whimper a bit. Not because it’s hilarious, it is but…I’m more worried by the fact that I’m sick enough to see this travesty and find it impossible not to jump him.

Reaching down, I turn off the burner and lick my lips, grinning cheekily.

“Wanna go upstairs and unharness that bad boy?”

Gray grins, lifts me with one arm around my hips and starts running for the stairs like a mad man. I’m laughing so hard while trying to rip his clothes off by the time we hit the bed I can hardly breathe.

And then he kisses me. Hard. Deep. Groaning his need into my mouth with every piece of clothing that he rips away.

“Been needing you so bad, Mari.”

I need him more, have for days and I show him by putting every restrained piece of lust I possess into the way I touch him.

“On your back, George, mama wants a look at those balls.”

He grins sheepishly and rolls while I rip his pants off and then I really am laughing too hard to breathe.

“What is that?” I scream, wiping away tears of amusement as I lean in closer and inspect the woolly pouch of pain.

How my ma knows what size my husband’s nads are is another thing I refuse to think about right now. What’s unavoidable is the three names knitted into the wool, glaring at me in the face.

“We are not naming a kid Miracle, Fred, or Fionetta! That’s just wrong. And unimaginative. I was thinking Marvolo, Archemedes, or Laverne!”

Gray sputters, going red as he wheezes and shakes his head.

“And.”

“And?”

“And. Not or, freaking and. She has this crazy idea that if they have names, she’ll get three swimmers to make contact. Christ, Mari, I love your ma, but the woman is insane. Now stop laughing at my nuts and free me. There’s about a year’s worth of roasted sperm in there!”

I go to work, laughing merrily until I unsheathe my babies and lean down to take a long lick at his flesh. He’s warm, salty and heavy as I run my tongue along the almost hairless skin.

“Ah, yeah that feels so good Mari. That’s it baby, suck them in and cool them down. Fuck.” He groans when I do his bidding and make love to his nuts before shifting up to take him into my mouth.

Giving Gray head is something I like a lot. It’s surprising because I never really envisioned myself wanting to be this intimate with a man, but him, he just tastes and feels so right.

I want to give him pleasure too. For some unacceptably persistent reason when we’re in bed together and having sex, I get as much satisfaction from making him groan as I do having his hands and mouth on me.

Today, I feel desperate with the need to make him scream as I open my lips wide and take him all the way into my mouth, releasing my throat to swallow his entire length down.

Gray yells out as I constrict my throat and pushes his hands into my hair, pulling me down almost brutally as he bows under me, thrusting harder. I choke a little and gag before he pulls back out again and thrusts in, his face contorted in a savage display of enjoyment.

“Yeah. Don’t fight it baby. Just take me all the way in. Yes! Just like that.” he yells, taking complete control of me as he commands and demands his way.

This is my Gray. Most people think he’s all soft and sweet and funny, but in the bedroom I’ve learned the man is a sexual force. He never hurts me or makes me give more than I want to but neither does he let me hide behind discomfort when it comes to sex.

He has no inhibitions and will allow me none when it comes to giving me everything I need.

Sucking harder, I look up at him and marvel at the uninhibited pleasure on his face, my heart doing cartwheels the more he writhes and groans.

“I love this, Mari. God you’re so good and right. Flick harder. Right there.” He groans, directing me in a growl that sends shivers up my spine.

I’m so into this I protests when he pulls me away and up his chest, rolling to pin me beneath him.

“Gray.”

“Shh, I’ve waited days to touch you too, Mari.”

But I don’t want or need it. I want him to just take me and thrill me, give me everything I’ve missed since I started bleeding and life got in the way of things.

“Take me.”

“No, I want this to last. God knows when your folks will be home and I don’t want to waste this opportunity to make you scream.”

And scream I do when the wicked man latches onto my nipple and proceeds to torture the heck out of me. He licks me slowly, taking his time to outline just the rim of my aureole, slowly, oh so slowly working his way in until the tip of his tongue makes contact with my nub.

Only when I’m babbling and pulling at his hair does he repeat on the other side, driving me so insane with want it’s impossible to think. All I can do is feel.

By the time he drags his tongue downward I’m a mess, writhing and begging for the most indecent things imaginable.

“Killing me!”

Gray peeps up at me, grinning slowly and keeping eye contact licks into my seam with a growl that reverberates against my clit.

“Wanna put babies in you, Mari.”

What? Don’t want to think about this right now. Want licking. And sex. And, everything else he can do to me right now.

“Grayson.”

No amount of pulling or shoving will get him to budge and I do yell now as he avoids my centre and sucks on my useless labia! It feels good but not near enough contact to give me what I need.

“Say yes,” he purrs.

“Later! Pay attention.” I hiss, glaring down at him.

He laughs, sending a stream of hot air over my sex and ignores my hands as I shift and try to push myself into his face.

“I saw the condoms Mari. I don’t like condoms, don’t want them between us.”

“But-”

He blows on my clit again and I feel everything go soft and liquid, my need so strong I can’t bear the thought of not getting off right now.

“Fiiiine.”

That makes him smile, victoriously and I do mewl as he lowers his mouth and starts making love to me. He licks. Sucks and touches me in ways that make me beg for him. I’m so close, so wet and desperate I almost come the moment he pushes two fingers into me and rubs at a spot that has my eyes crossing.

“Yes. There. Don’t you dare stop,” I moan, throwing my head back in ecstasy.

I’ll risk the babies, for this, I think as my pleasure builds and builds, getting so intense I feel my orgasm screaming closer. Just need one more-

“Mari! Oh sweet Jesus!” Ma screams, bringing me crashing down to earth with a gasp when she throws the door open.

Gray moves quickly, I’ll give him that, and dives over me to protect me when ma let’s off a scream and runs out of the room in a panic. I can hear her praying all the way down the hall before her door slams and Gray starts laughing.

Mortified! I wanna die. Sweet Jesus, just take me now, I beg as I lay frozen and stiff as a board beneath my husband.

“You. Door. Lock. Didn’t.”

I…death. Death sounds good, I think as Gray continues to laugh and what little I have left of my libido shrivels and dies a painful death.

“Not funny.”

“Oh, baby, it has to be or when we go to hell, we’ll suffer just like your ma said.”

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Ma keeps looking at me and making the sign of the cross whenever she claps eyes on me as we all sit through dinner. Papa and Gray are chatting along as if nothing is amiss while all I can do is sit frozen, hardly breathing.

After that nightmare Gray got me dressed, though not one limb wanted to move at that point, and went to go talk to Ma. Turns out I can stop planning to kill myself because all she saw was Gray’s ass and nuts. I’m not sure she’s even bothered about that, I mean I suspect she must have crept into my room one night to take measurements for the freaking ball cosy…

No, what has me frozen and horrified right now, despite Ma praying over me like a shaman is the fact that my temper got the better of me earlier and I forgot that I added a little something extra to the stew.

“This is great, Mari! Damn woman, you cook well.”

Papa seconds Gray’s praise, and reaches for the serving dish just as I want to scream at them all to stop eating!

Poor Ma-

“And I told Char not to hold her breath either. Seems I got it wrong with this one. Her eggs are probably dry as bone, I tell ya.”

I tune in just as ma makes this announcement and see Gray suck his lips to hold back a laugh. Papa just laughs when she asks me if I need lube since I’m packing talc, and well, I pull my hand away from the dish as the last of my conscience dies a quick death.

They wanna mess with me…?

I watch them crack jokes and discuss sports, sitting quietly all through dinner, my plate untouched. I listen as they ignore ma’s comments like, I’ll have to soak her in hormones to get those ovaries firing. Honestly? We’ll see who laughs last!

The glee. I really am related to Lizzie, I think darkly as I clear away dinner and bring in dessert, my fingers twitching with the need to mwahahaha the hell out of this situation. Wait for the eruption. Wait fooooriiiit.

Ma goes first. We’re halfway through ice-cream when an audible growl and swish breaks through the conversation. Whatever is happening in that hell bag she calls a bowel must be intense because she twitches so hard she almost falls off her chair, only righting herself when sweat breaks out on her brow. Papa and Gray pause, frowning in concern just as her stomach turns again and lets off a monstrous groan.

“Oh dear.”

Oh dear indeed.

Mwahahahaha!

“Ro?”

“Oh dear!” she yells again before darting for the stairs like an Olympic sprinter.

Huh. Those pills the doctor gave sure are working, I think as I tilt my head to take in her form. That’s Olympic quality right there, I thinks as she all but flies up the stairs clutching at her ass in a desperate attempt to keep shit in.

Papa goes next, his face changing so fast he looks like a demon, taking on a new face and then he’s up, clutching at his stomach and going for the second gold of the night as he groans and grabs his heiny, sprinting for the porcelain.

“Glory!”

It’s only when the guest bath door slams that I turn to look at Gray, my mouth curling deeply, sweetly.

“Ya know, I’ve had a real bad week Grayson. First I get my lady plague, then you start sleeping with your eyes open and to top it all off, you decide my life needs that one extra little pinch of spice to add to the flavor that is ma. Now don’t get me wrong, I love her, but two of them together is NOT RIGHT,” I yell, hammering home the reason for what is about to happen to him.

Sitting back, I school my face and watch as comprehension dawns. His mouth slackens, drops open and then he grimaces so hard I see sweat bead and run off his upper lip.

“Mari. What did you do?” he asks, groaning and clutching at his stomach as my special ingredient finally hits his system.

“I embraced the dark side Gray. I embraced it.” I say solemnly, shaking my head sadly. “By the by, enjoy the next little while hot stuff, there are three of you and two bathrooms.”

With that I start humming and clearing away the half eaten ice-cream, content, oh so content in the knowledge that this is the first battle I have ever won against Gray or ma.

The sweet, sweet taste of victory lingers when I hear him dash for the front door, followed by the screech of his tyres. Guess he knows where a bathroom is.

And never, ever to leave me alone with the mamas again. All in all I’d say this day is ending well.

Score one to Mari is all I can say as I hum while washing dishes and listen to papa and ma howl in agony.