WET FIELDS

REDEMPTION

It was deep in the night when we reached the house of my mother-in law. Our daughter was already asleep in her grandma’s bedroom when we took our seats at the living room.

“Oh, I borrowed Jenny from Mer when I went there this afternoon,” her mother was apologetic.

“She won’t let me, telling me you will be looking for her if you should be home this weekend. But I insisted. I missed my granddaughter a little bit,” she explained as we sat at the sala.

“Mer also was complaining that she will be alone in your home. But Jenny convinced her mom to let her go with me. I promised to buy her the music box she had been wanting to have.” My mother-in-law was explaining profusely thinking that her bringing our daughter with her was the reason why we travelled that night to her house.

Merhama was quiet all the while and was only watching me and her mother talking. She kept her thoughts to herself.

“I am to bringing her back tomorrow. You should not have travelled at this hour.” my mother-in law further said.

“I was thinking Greg, of asking your permission to live with my daughter and Jenny in your house in Bulacan.” She continued without hearing anything from me.

“I’m getting old. And I was planning to rent this house and put the rental in a bank account for Jenny. The pension left by Mer’s Pa should be enough if I’ll stay with you.”

I felt Merhama was sighing. I knew she felt her mother’s decision was quite late. What happened in our own house seemed to be irreversible. She had stained my honor.

I let out a heavy sigh, breathing deep when I spoke.

“That’s the same thing that is on our minds, Ma,” I told my mother-in law.

“My work is taking too much of my time. My family needs you to be with them.”

I could see a glint in my wife’s eyes when she heard me uttering this to her mother. She instinctively grabbed my hand and squeezed it on hers. I stared at her. My gaze was telling her that I was not finished yet with her.

She sat fixated at her mom’s old face. Then I felt her hugging me from behind. She knew I was too civilized to dare push her aside in front of her mother. And deep inside, I was fighting over the urge of hugging her back. My raw need of her warmth was defeating my resolve of at least having her punished for making me a cuckold husband.

We were alone inside the room where she stayed before our marriage. My in-law had asked to retire for the night beside her granddaughter.

“Thanks Greg,” Mer said.

“Thanks for not telling my mom…” she sobbed and lunged towards me putting her warm face on my chest.

“It’s enough that the weight of what you did will only be between us and that guy.” I told her resisting myself on kissing her.

“This is why I beg for your forgiveness and all I am asking is a chance to redeem myself. Please Greg…”

I noticed she had changed for a sleep dress. This could be one of her dresses when she sleep during her maiden days. The cloth felt sensual as it was made of silk.

“I think it is better that your mom lives with us. I will get a house helper before I will get back to Caranglan.”

When she heard this, she knew I was ready to forgive her. I could feel her thighs against mine as we sat side by side at the edge of her bed.

“Have you forgiven me?” she whispered softly, her warm lips touching my earlobes. Her scent was all over me. My raw needs of her were tearing my defenses into shreds. Her hot breath on my neck was waking my urge of wanting her. It had been two months that we were apart.

She was crying when I held her chin and kissed her on her lips.

“Thanks Greg,” she murmured.

I cried too. We cried hugging each other closer.

“I love you.”

“Likewise, Mer. I love you so much.”

We kissed as if that was our first time. I tasted the salty tanginess of her tears rolling down from her eyes reaching her parted lips. Our hunger for each other was evident as we quickly undressed.

“I haven’t yet taken my bath…” I told her as she knelt before me.

“We will take a bath together later on,” she said.

When she finished removing my brief she held between the palms of her hands my huge stiffness. She toyed with my stiff and elongated c**k.

I was conscious of what she was thinking of doing. I reached for the hem line of her dress. And her warm crotch.

“You said you want me to try sucking your d**k,” she said looking at me.

In more than a decade of our married life I cajoled her to try blowing up my d**k not once but a couple of times. She would tell me that she felt filthy doing it. She said before, that only a b***h would suck a man’s p***s.

“As a gesture of remorse and thanks, I will try my best to do it, Greg,” I could sense she was sincere and determined.

Although she had also made the efforts to try it to please me. She had tried it on our anniversaries. But she would gag each time as my huge shaft’s head seemed too big for her pouty lips and small mouth.

She started caressing the shaft of my c**k with her dainty palm. Then she started licking the reddish head of my c**k. I moaned as her lips and tongue toyed with the tip of my c**k. A surge of hot flushes overtook my quivering prick.

“Mer, ohhhh…” it was all I could say as she licked my c**k.

Her tongue darting in and out from her mouth as it teased my ever-hardening c**k. My balls compressed as the delirious feeling was filling me.

And after a while of licking, she tried putting my enormous d**k inside her mouth. When she looked up at me, I could see she was in tears. She choked and spit out my d**k for a second.

She swallowed hard, but determined.

She held the stiff shaft of my c**k gently between the fingers of her left hand and with an effort, she slid my throbbing c**k inside her mouth. She had inserted it only half way and moved her head against it. A surge of electric like jolts primed my c**k.

I held her head and humped in her mouth. The sheer ecstasy of having my d**k inside her mouth was unbearable. I felt a huge avalanche of my load swelling in my balls.

“Mer… I’m coming…” I moaned and humped her mouth all the more.

She closed her eyes as I squirted my load in her mouth. She stayed like an obedient slut. She swallowed what my d**k had unloaded.

I took her up and kissed her afterwards. I felt guilty that I made her swallowed my c*m.

“Sorry Mer, I become a monster,” I told her kissing her.

I wanted to clean her mouth of my c*m. This was the first time that we did this thing.

“Why sorry? And what monster?” she asked with glassy eyes.

“Is pleasuring a husband a sin? I think this should be part of our normal s*x rituals.”

“You are doing this to me eating my p***y. I will reciprocate the gesture by sucking your d**k too.”

“You are not angry with me?” I asked her.

“No Greg, I am thankful that you forgive me.”

“This is my way of showing my thanks.”

She said as she kissed me hard on my lips.

“Now, it’s time you give it to me too.”

She went up to the center of the bed and spread her legs wide. The lips of her p***y glistened against the light thrown by the L.E.D lamp on the ceiling. She took off her night dress completely. I parted her legs more as I ducked between them. The scent of the young palay grains I imagined as I sniffed her p***y. She shivered as my tongue reached her c**t. Her moans filled the room when I started eating her p***y. I nibbled at her now swollen c**t. I sucked her moist hole. I lapped at the lips of her labia.

She was gently grinding her hips and was writhing with extreme pleasure as my mouth and tongue was all over her p***y. I stiffened my tongue and inserted it in her glorious hole.

“Greg… ohhhh… I’m so horny…”

“Ohhh…uhhhhmmm… Uhhhmmmppp…”

“Come up inside me Greg… f**k me.” She was now trembling with her uncontrollable lust.

That was more of a command than a request. But I won’t mind. As her husband I was always at her command during these kind of rituals. This was the reason why we married each other. This is the confirmation of our love.

“f**k me Greg…” she whispered as I put my throbbing shaft ready at her entrance.

“f**k me deeper… ohhh God…” she whispered as I penetrated her.

Putting my d**k inside her meant taking her. Her body and mine were one as I f****d her deeper, and deeper.

“Greg…” she mentioned my name as if it was a hero’s name. Someone noble. Someone great.

“I’m coming…God…. I’m cumming…” she summoned God while we f****d. I could feel her swollen mound arching to meet my thrusts. She gyrated her hips. She wriggled her supple body as if dancing to the lilting sound of our moans and our gasps.

“Likewise, Mer,” I whispered too as I shoot my own c*m.

We held tightly onto each other. Our hips and crotches welded into each other. Perhaps we were afraid that the juices of our seismic orgasm would be spilt in the uncomplaining bedsheets.

“I love you,” she declared.

“I love you so much,” I said. It was my vow of my unconditional love for her. Our union every time we made love renewed our marriage vow and our love.

“Are you satisfied? Did I make you happy Greg?” she asked as we rested.

“You know you always do. You are the only one who makes me happy.” I answered kissing her.

“I did not reach my climax with him,” she told me.

I don’t want to hear about it. But she continued. “You were just on time. He had hardly penetrated me as he spent time to arouse me.” She confessed almost inaudibly.

“Who’s better in bed?” I asked teasing her.

“He’s no better than you. He was so clumsy and he had smaller dick.”

“I don’t know why I gave in quickly. Perhaps because I am fertile. Perhaps because I missed you. I miss this.”

“Enough,” I hissed, “I don’t want to hear about it anymore. Let us close that page.”

She looked at me and pushed me on the bed. She held my c**k and roused it again with her lips. She took the whole of my c**k in her mouth. There was no hesitation on her part this time around. And when it went hard as before, she went up to ride my c**k.

“Make me c*m Greg. Let’s make up for the lost time,” she said as she started bouncing up and down on my uncomplaining d**k.

On the next day, I went with my wife to the university she was teaching. That was after we brought Jenny to school.

I planned to confront the guy. I was not a violent man. I just wanted to meet him again. I didn’t want to make a scene. It was enough that I had forgiven Mer.

I would just like the guy to know that there is a need for us to settle what happened and put closure on it. It should be enough that there were only three of us who knew about the incident.

“He was here at my office just about an hour ago.” The dean of the institute told us.

“Mr. Gonzales had tendered his irrevocable resignation,” the dean added.

“It was better for him and for the university. He was new here, but there are already complaints about him regarding s****l misconduct.”

I made sure that everything was in order in our home before I would report back to Caranglan. I hired a house helper and helped Mer’s mom relocated to our home.

I and Merhama made an agreement. I would be in Bulacan during weekends. This would be my regular schedule.

“No excuses?” she told me as she kissed me after helping me packed my bags.

“I am thinking of giving you your son as I am not getting any younger.”

“You won’t be taking your pills?” I asked. I felt excited about having my long-time dream of Greg Silvestre the second.

“Uhm, yeah. So, you should strive hard to come every weekend,” she said as she giggled pinching my d**k under my trousers. I felt my d**k was responding to her pinch.

“I will, and make sure your uhmm is ready too.” I whispered.

“Ok. It’s a deal,” she said leading me outside our porch. I would take a bus rather than use our jeep. Mer knew how to drive. The jeep was there in case of emergencies.

I was almost two weeks at home. And I felt that Lissa and Mang Usting were overjoyed welcoming me back in Caranglan.

“We finished tilling the area where you told me we will plant the hybrid variety, Engineer,” Mang Usting relayed me the good news.

“Good, we will start planting as soon as we can,” I told him.

“I notice the palay seedlings were stout and looking healthy.” I added.

“It is a hybrid of Indian and Vietnamese variety. I hope it will do well in the soil of Caramglan.”

“Will we plant it manually?” he asked again.

“No, I want a demo of the latest mechanized rice planter developed by BAEX ourselves.” I answered.

“The bureau will shoulder the crude oil and supply the equipment. I think the Farmer’s Cooperative should only contributes to the compensation for the operator.”

“I will ask my daughter in Australia to send money for food for the planting demo, Engineer,” Mang Usting proudly declared.

“We will invite representatives of adjacent Farmer’s Cooperatives, so we will have maybe a hundred to feed for the day,” I warned Mang Usting.

“No problem I will ask for ten thousand pesos from Oreng, and the rest will be provided by the Caranglan Farmer’s Coop.” he assured me.

I spend the following week days that week working with Mang Usting at our pilot project and working with the water supply in his compound.

“What are you doing?” Lissa was gawking at me while I supervised some men working at the pitcher pump.

“I’m installing a running water system in your compound,” I answered.

I previously asked her sister in Australia to send money for a pressure tank, a solar panel generator system and a submersible pump.

After working on it for the past three days. The running water system was ready. From the pressure tank, we connected the pipes to supply Mang Usting’s house with running water. We also connected another water supply line to the house where I was staying. The solar panel ran the pump. It had a back-up battery to power the submersible pump during night time and cloudy skies.

“Ama told me you are heaven-sent to us,” Lissa was all praise as we watched the water flowing freely in her kitchen sink.

“He is a firm believer of your extra-ordinary ability,” she told me.

“He even told me that I should pray to find a man like you.”

“This is the first time that we take a bath using a shower. Laundry too has been easier.”

“You are making me fall in love with you, Greg,” she spoke of these things quite frankly.

I just took her words as nothing but a girl’s talk. She was really a good-natured girl. Always in high spirits.

That Friday, I saw her on her best dress. She became much younger donning a different dress. I always saw her in homely attire of casual dresses and shorts. This time she wore a formal dress which gave her bubbly personality a more refreshing look.

“Where is the pretty daughter of Mang Usting going to?” I asked her more of teasing her. But I do find her pretty and alluring.

“Thanks for your flattery, but I know it is only mere ego-booster.” She quipped.

“You are the first guy I heard calling me pretty.”

“I’m going to Manila. On Monday is my schedule to take another shot at the board exam.” She explained.

I nodded my head.

“Good for you. I have a one hundred percent belief that you can hurdle it this time.” I donned a good-natured smirk and kept on nodding my head.

“Don’t forget the pointers I teach you and you should try the technique I taught you.”

She blurted out a hearty laughter remembering the technique I taught her.

“That’s silly!” she said but laughing.

“How about giving me something tangible to help me pass the exam?” She said looking at me directly without batting an eyelash.

Before I could say anything, she quickly ran to me, tip-toed and reached my lips to kiss me. She gave me a long and sensual kiss.

I froze and was not able to say anything. When she stopped, she turned her back and quickly jogged away from where I stood.

“Now I have a tangible part of you in my lips,” she shouted with her back turned on me.

“That kiss will give me a bit of intelligence to pass my board exam.” She finished her words looking back at me finally. She was waving from a distance.

When she was out of sight I put my hand on my lips. Her kiss had an effect on my groin.

Lissa was a desirable young woman. A temptress that I was not sure I could avoid.

TO BE CONTINUED…