WET FIELDS

REMORSE

I was working on my report in my rented house in Caranglan when my phone rang. It was a frantic call from Lissa.

“Greg, please fetch me here at the airport.” Her voice sounded between distress and agitation.

“I will tell you what happened when you’re here.”

I immediately relayed the information to Mang Usting who lost no time finding a jeep.

“Have you not heard the news or read it in the newspapers?” she asked when she was inside the jeep with us. Mang Usting borrowed the jeep from a friend.

“The NBI had raided the orphanage of Rev. d**k Harvey. They arrested him and his cohorts for human trafficking and abuse of children. The National Bureau of Investigation, together with the Interpol has been tracking him and his group for some time before I work there.” She told us while I was driving her home.

“Lucky for you they don’t include you as you are the one who facilitate the papers for adoption,” I told her.

“I was the one who tipped the NBI about the spurious adoption scheme.” She beamed proudly to her father who was listening attentively.

“I found out that they are selling the adopted kids to their rich clients who prey on young boys and girls.”

“Are they pedophiles? I mean the clients.” I asked.

“Yeah and Mr. Harvey too. He pays one thousand pesos to the parents of young boys he takes for a night with him in his residence inside the orphanage compound.”

“You should not have risked yourself reporting on them,” Mang Usting quipped.

There was the fatherly concern for his daughter.

“I need to do it, Ama. Their evil scheme has to end.”

I looked at Lissa in the rear-view mirror. And I was not able to hide my admiration for what she had done. She was right. The victims should not multiply.

I felt proud of her having the guts to contribute in her own way to stop the evil scheme. She was brave enough to risk even her own safety.

I found her sulking in a corner one day; with the pile of laundry in front of her.

“It is not even the Holy Week, but your face looks as if it is already Good Friday.” I joked.

“I have a favor to ask from you,” she said without looking at me.

“What favor can I give you?” I asked.

I could feel she was being serious.

“Ama will be out of town tomorrow. He was invited by our relatives in Cabanatuan for some pre-wedding celebrations,” she intentionally paused and looked at me before she continued.

“I want that we spend the night together in my room.”

I was planning to tell her that I wanted our trysts to stop. Mer would be giving birth to our baby boy this month. It was confirmed by the result of the ultrasound.

I wanted to start a new leaf.

I heaved a sigh and looked at her wanting to say what was in my mind.

“Ateng sent the money I asked her for my dowry,” she added before I could utter a word.

“What dowry? “I was forced to ask.

“The Convent of The Sisters of Mary, the Immaculate Concepcion was asking a dowry of ten thousand pesos as donation before they accept my application at the convent.” She started putting water at the wash basin.

“I feel I need to atone for my sins over my affair with a married man.” She said as she put the powder detergent into the water.

“I want to be a nun.”

I was quiet. I could find no words coming out from my mouth. We haven’t got together privately since she arrived from Palawan.

She soaked the soiled laundry at the wash basin with the suds covering the dirty laundry.

“But I want to spend one more night with you before I will enter the convent.” Said she.

I would always remember her like this. Asking for these kinds of favors akin to a child begging for a candy bar.

She met me outside her door, and ushered me inside her bedroom. She was in her silk pajamas.

Through the cool light from a lampshade on a small table near her bed, I could see the glimpse of her curves evident from her flimsy pajamas.

She was not wearing any undies. I could glimpse her erect n*****s. Her hairy mound, I glimpsed between her legs underneath her pajama pants.

“I have thought about it for quite some time. Especially when I was in Palawan,” she started her monologue.

“God knows how much I missed you. How much I missed those trysts, the afternoons when we would steal some illicit times to be together.”

“Our togetherness that means only one thing; so that we can fuck.”

“It’s as if I am only born to be f****d. And f****d I am. By the man I love.”

“I am aware though that it’s only me that feels the love.”

“It’s a sin. A mortal sin to f**k a married man.”

“But, I believe it is not sinful to fall in love.”

“But it is foolish to think that love always ends in happiness.”

She was sobbing quietly. I hugged her.

What could I say? She had said it all.

“I’m sorry Greg for my being dramatic. You may think I have an aspiration to be an actress,” she made up a smile. It was a bitter smile, though.

“Time to stop the melo-drama Lissa.” She called on herself.

“The night is best to be spent for f*****g,” she told this, more to herself.

“I’m sorry Greg, I hope you are not being turned off by my drama,” she turned towards me.

We sat at the edge of her bed.

“In those nights I was alone in Palawan. I was thinking of no one but you.” She started once again.

“How you had pleasured my body. I keep thinking about how we f****d and how many times we had c*m together.”

“Yet, the more I think about it, the more glaring the fact shows.”

“Never even once that I hear you saying you love me or even saying you love f*****g me.”

“This is why, I realized you are only tempted by me. It is only a case of simple seduction.”

“I am the only one who feel love each time we f**k. On your part it is a loveless f**k. You are only using my body for your s****l satisfaction.”

“This is my mortal sin. To love you and let myself be a mere f*****g object.”

“The convent will cleanse me.”

I stood up. I’ve had enough. Her words were all true. All these times, I was groping through my feelings. I love my wife my family.

So, what was my feeling for Lissa?

She was young, willing and desirable. Was I a user? Did I abuse her vulnerability in some ways?

“Where are you going Greg?” she held into my waist with both hands.

“Just this night Greg… Tomorrow I will be in the convent. One more night of f*****g won’t make any difference with what we have sinned with. f*****g you for one more night is an act worth sinning for.” She urged me.

She pulled me back to her bed and gently pushed me down flat on my back. She quickly pulled down my pajama pants. I didn’t wear any underwear with my pajama. My d**k was still flaccid as my libido was watered down by her monologue.

She was frantically coaxing my d**k with her moist lips. And when it was still unresponsive, she removed her pajama pants revealing her glistening hairy p***y. She rubbed her moist slit with the head of my limp c**k. She held my shaft in her hand and rubbed it on her c**t. Her slippery slit was giving the head of my shaft just a little friction heating it up.

She smiled seeing my flaccid d**k slowly stiffening into a full erection. She teased it with her p***y. Sliding it in and rubbing it outside on her c**t. My d**k responded by getting more rigid and hard as an iron bar.

She moved her p***y towards my face as she moved to suck my d**k. She wanted me to lick her while she would be sucking me.

As she slid my stiff c**k into her mouth I inserted my tongue in her opening. I lapped her slit and c**t with my tongue as she bobbed her head up and down for my d**k to slid in and out inside her mouth.

We were gasping and heaving as our lusts were peaking like a wave. I could feel her juices flowing forth as I feverishly suck her c**t between my tongue and lips. She was trembling as I shuddered nearing my climax. I disentangled from our position and asked her on all fours at the center of her bed. I f****d her from behind.

“f**k Greg… give it to me…Ahhhh.”

I thrusted my d**k inside her p***y. Plowed it deeper. She was trembling in sheer ecstasy. I could feel she was so horny. Her lusts was peaking with each push and pull of my d**k inside her p***y. She was moving her hips against my pulsating d**k with each thrust I made. The union of my d**k and her p***y was giving our genitals a heat that was becoming hotter and hotter as we moved our hips against each other. Until we felt the heat was unbearable and we need to release the juices we accumulated in our groins.

“God, Greg… I’m coming…” she whispered.

“Let’s c*m together,” I asked her. She obliged. She squirted her c*m as I shot my load inside her p***y. She dropped flat on her stomach on her bed. I followed suit with my d**k pierced firmly inside her squirting p***y. I hugged her with both hands from the back, cupping her two warm breasts and kissing her nape.

We made love again and again that night. Until the wee hours of the morning. We made that night as if it was our first time. Though we knew it could also be the last.

“Are you ready? “I asked Mer.

That was her schedule for her caesarian operation. She was afraid to have a normal delivery.

She nodded. I kissed her bloodless lips, and gently squeezed her palms. I poked the palm of her left hand with my middle finger. A wry smile was framed on her dry lips.

“Just wait until I would heal and you can have all the f**k you wish for.” She whispered. I kissed her hand as the nurse pushed the stretcher inside the OR.

We agreed to have her tubal ligation together with her caesarian delivery.

Our two kids would be enough.

I’ve gone to the Comfort room a couple of times when the operating room opened up.

“Congratulations, Sir,“ a pretty physician greeted me cradling a newborn baby.

“Doc what’s my baby?“ I asked. I wanted to be sure, sometimes ultrasound was not reliable on predicting the gender of the baby.

“Secret,” the doctor answered as if she was teasing me, but she was looking at the front of my pants.

“Unauthorized personnel are not allowed inside the nursery, “the nurse on duty at the nursery politely reminded me.

I contented myself mere peeking at its glass window.

“Your baby boy is well-endowed, mister,” the pretty doctor told me as she walked out from the nursery. I watched her going back to the OR.

“Sir, here’s your baby boy,” the nurse from the nursery said. I went with her to the private room I reserved for Mer’s stay at the hospital.

My mother-in law together with Jenny was already in the room.

“Daddy, our baby is so cute,” said Jenny who buzzed her newborn brother on the cheek.

“Careful in kissing your baby brother, his skin is still sensitive” I warned my daughter. Though I myself had this urge of kissing my newborn son. I was mighty proud of having a son after years of wishing to have one.

Our son got almost all his features from Mer. But his eyes were mine, including brows and forehead. And of course, his huge endowment dangling between his legs.

“I am thinking that my mister had forgotten his wife who had delivered his son,” said Mer as she was pushed on a wheel chair inside the room. The nurse put the dextrose in place as she helped my wife settled on the bed beside our baby.

Jenny immediately hugged her mom as soon as she was seated on the bed comfortably.

“Mommy, I’m no longer your bunso,“ Jenny complained to her mom. Bunso was an endearment in Filipino language to mean the youngest child.

“Yeah, you are now buntot,” her grand mom was teasing my daughter good naturedly.

‘buntot’ means, tail in English. My mother-in law sidled beside Mer and combed with her fingers my wife’s hair. Jenny sat on her grand mom’s lap as Mer wet-nurse our baby.

“You are still our bunso,” I consoled Jenny.

“You are our girl bunso, and your baby brother is our boy bunso. Happy now?” I asked Jenny. She answered by kissing her baby brother on his forehead. Our new born son burst into a cry as if he was complaining. Mer pumped one of her breasts and inserted its n****e to the hungry mouth of our baby.

I felt I could not ask for more. My family now was complete. I told myself.

“From here onward, no more to and fro.”

“Yeah. No more to and fro.”

“I swear.”

TO BE CONTINUED…