Where Magic Still Exists

Rain poured down beyond the windows. The curtains were drawn to let in light, but the sun had refused to join in the service. The venue had cost more than anyone should ever admit, yet it was acquired for a union between two very influential people. Gareth Moreland was an up and coming business man, whose decisions early in life had led him to making his first ten billion dollars at only ages twenty three. He'd grown a company that had created a type of automobile that could be powered by water. He and his team had even found a way to make refueling stations that were like little rain storms. They all had thought him crazy, but he didn't like being told he couldn't do something. Along with his girlfriend, Allanah, he'd made a life that many could only dream of. Now, as he stood across from Allanah, taking their vows, he couldn't fight the flood of emotions threatening to reduce him to a complete flood of happy tears. "You may now kiss the bride", the Reverend said and as their lips met, a room full of their friends and family cheered. From here they'd have the reception, and then he'd be off. There was to be a honeymoon in an isolated cabin in the Swiss Alps. It would all be perfect. The day moved very quickly by and the couple was picked up in a company helicopter that would get them to the airport. Once aboard the private jet, it would take a few hours to reach Switzerland. With the space all to themselves, they'd decided to start the honeymoon early. "Allanah, I mean, Mrs. Moreland, I've never felt so happy in my life. I wish it didn't take half a day from New York to Switzerland. I wasn't ready to pause our honeymoon." Gareth feigned a look of disapproval. "Well. husband", Allanah smiled at him, "We've had an awful lot of champagne. I feel as if my inhibitions were left at the reception. Since we have this space to ourselves, why don't we act like we're proper in any way." Allanah's hand found its way to the button of Gareth's pants. His response to her touch was instant. "Wow, Allanah. It never even dawned on me that you might.....". Words were lost as her hand found its target. His breathing hitched as his wife was beginning the celebration early. Gareth called the pilot, "Hey, Bob. Could you turn down the lights out here? My wife and I would like a bit of alone time." "Roger that, sir", the pilot responded, trying to hide the amusement in his voice, "If we hit and turbulence I'd suggest a time out, but we won't bother you unless you call for us". It wasn't company protocol, but as her mouth had encompassed his arousal, he couldn't respond if he wanted to. It wasn't long before they were both in need of something a little more invasive. Allanah had managed to remove the necessary pieces of her dress to grant him access. They made eye contact as Allanah worked him easily inside of her. She rode him as if possessed. Their lips still met. "Let's get in the floor", Gareth suggested. She knew exactly what he wanted. As she climbed off, she got down on her hands and knees looking back to say, "Make me feel good husband". They went on and on until her pulsing left him unable to contain himself anymore. She squeaked as they both finished, but he could tell she wasn't quite done. "Sit in this seat. I don't think you're finished yet." The look of pure elation told him he knew exactly what she needed. He moved under her dress slowly, teasing his way around her perimeter. "Oh my god! You're so evil! Don't tease me!" Slowly, he moved his way to the precise spot she'd been waiting for. First light pressure and than a bit more. By the way she'd started pulsing again. this was going to be the best night of their lives. He used two fingers to treat how close she was to finishing. He continued pushing his fingers back and forth as they curled up to a more sensitive area. As the pulsing grew faster and faster, he gave a light push to the exit spot. The sensations grew too strong and she was washed away with the tide of pleasure. He continued the process until she was begging for him to stop. "Holy s**t!", sure exclaimed, "I had no idea you could do that. " "I thought this moment called for something special. They laid in each other's arms to recuperate, enjoying another few rounds before falling asleep. Gareth remembered that moment as he boarded that same plane. It had been two years since that amazing flight. Today, he was flying the jet with that same pilot. The mood was not a good one. How had things gone this wrong in two years? "Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Moreland? I can be a witness for you. There's no reason you should have to have to face this." "It's ok, Bob. I appreciate your concern. It's something I have to do." They waited in the cockpit until their passengers arrived. They were very in the air very quickly. A few hours into the flight, Allanah's voice cracked through the intercom. "Bob, if you would be so kind as to dim the lights. I'll call if I need you." Gareth's heart was pounding. He knew what he'd find if he went out of the cockpit. The cabin was set up with cameras. He'd need the evidence to file for divorce. There was no reason to watch the footage. He'd wait another fifteen minutes and reveal himself. Seventeen minutes later, he walked out to find his wife, riding his best friend and the head of his security, Robert. The cabin lights came on as he walked out. They both looked him right in the face, his heart breaking as he took in the sight. Allanah made a move towards him, but she wasn't quick enough. He locked the door to the cockpit and day down, staring at nothing. He was aware that Allanah had started talking across the intercom again. He didn't catch it all, but it started with begging. After half an hour, she switched tactics. She started trying to explain why it was all his fault. That broke him. Not another sound entered his hearing until paramedics were taking him off the plane. A month passed before he could meet with his lawyer. Allanah thought she'd played her cards right, but she had no clue that the entire mess had been recorded. Gareth spent three weeks in a mental health facility. He'd never thought that things could end in such a fashion. Even with the betrayal, he had had documents drawn up to take care of his soon to be ex wife. She would get their mansion in upstate New York. Actions had been taken to make sure she would get nothing else. Robert was fired for misconduct. They could have the damn house. It was meaningless now. When the proceedings were finished, Gareth left. His dad started running the business remotely from his vineyard in France, but Gareth disappeared. It was speculated that he might not be back, or that he'd thrown himself into the ocean. A year later a scruffy looking man walked into a village in the UK. It was a tiny little hamlet. The people who lived there noticed the stranger immediately. They didn't often get visitors. The woman noticed him quickly. Though unkempt and looking as if he were homeless, he had beautiful green eyes and a kind smile.