WET FIELDS

BOTTOM'S UP

In this life, all of us are planters. We are planting to reap. Sometimes, the harvest is abundant. Sometimes the harvests are few. Being a planter in earnest, it doesn’t matter if we will harvest from the seeds we planted. What matters most is that we sow our seeds.

“Where are your twins, and Mang Usting?” I asked Lissa when we were inside the house.

Her economic status had vastly improved. Their old wooden house was now a modern two-story house complete with latest home appliances and amenities. The house had a main terrace at the front and another narrow terrace at its left side. The terrace was decorated with polished stainless-steel balusters.

Even the bathrooms and the kitchen were of modern designs. It looked like they were patterned from European homes.

“Ama brings the kids with him to Cabanatuan. He wants to show-off his grand-sons to our relatives there.”

“There is no more need for the pump you installed before.”

She was smiling. I could see the naughty glints in her eyes.

“But I need you to pump mine.”

“I will be departing for Australia tomorrow,” she whispered, “Are you not giving me a send-off?”

She led me upstairs. Even the stairway was beautifully crafted. The steps were polished marbles with golden metal edges. And the hand rails and railings were constructed of polished decorative metal railings like the stainless-steel balusters of their terraces.

“Are you not happy to see me achieve something in exchange for my body?” she asked.

For some, success was a measure of how much material things they accumulate.

I did not notice if there was a sarcasm in her voice. My mind was wandering at that time. I was looking for the exit, for an escape for the eventual end of our being alone in her house.

“I find no satisfaction in what I have achieved these past decade.”

“I feel I am a w***e. Each time Rod f***s me I feel dirty. Unlike when we fucked.”

I was at a loss of words. Her husband had been f*****g her for a decade and had sired her a twin. How could she feel dirty about f*****g her husband?

“I feel dirty because it’s you I am thinking all the time we are fucking.”

“My p***y is not happy giving itself to a d**k it does not love.”

“Your d**k is all that my p***y wants.”

“Do you think I’m happy having my twins? And having one of them with blue eyes?”

We were standing in front of a closed door. I noticed there were three rooms upstairs. The doors of the room were made of varnished hardwood. Its decorative sidings were hand-carved. The door knobs were metallic golden. A decorative electric lamp was on each left side of the doors.

“Crazy me, but I envisioned this study room for you, if we will live here together.” She was smiling sarcastically now.

“Look at your table. It is a presidential table made from mahogany,”

I saw a table made of natural black wood, polished and crafted to near perfection. It was covered with dark tempered glass half an inch thick. And on it was a carved wood bearing the initials, GAS. Gregorio A. Silvestre. That was my name. A replica of an Australian airliner was screwed on top of the carved wood with a pen-holder holding a fountain pen.

“Look, I even have your name engraved on this fountain pen,” she showed me a gold tipped fountain pen with my name engraved in gold letters.

“Can’t you see how Lissa has been crazy for you all these years?”

“I have been saving every penny for this house and for the possibility that if I could have the money to divorce Rodney, I will--- at once. And beg you to live with me.”

“But, apparently, it’s all in vain now. You’ve got another wife. And I have twins that Rodney is using to imprison me in our loveless marriage.”

“For all these years, you are the one that this foolish heart is beating,” she took my hand and put it on top of her boobs.

“And this b***h, who never failed to get moist and watery remembering your f**k…” she put my hand in her p***y.

Her description was right. Her p***y was a b***h and her heart a fool to obsess for a d**k she could not own. Lissa should be awakened for her hopeless obsession.

This was what I was telling my brain.

She had her own family now. I had my Adel, aside from my family in London. The past was past. We should live our today for tomorrow’s sakes. There was no compelling reason for us to add today to our past.

“I will just beg Greg… for a moment. Just today,” she was pleading.

I vividly recalled that moment when we talked for the last time in the rice field. The moment I decided to put an end to our affair.

I heard her closing the door behind her.

“I am begging for a nice memory I will bring with me to Australia,” she whispered as she walked closer to where I stood.

“Please f**k me Greg… to cleanse me of the filth I felt allowing another man to use my body,” she was begging.

There was a part of me shouting, no!

If we will, there was a way.

If we won’t, there was the alibi.

Always, the inherent weakness of the flesh would prevail against sound reasoning.

Was there a rooster who says no to a willing palay?

Lissa’s rice field was wet and ready for plowing. My sharp plow was too eager to plow into her.

And my rebellious plow was being sharpened more as Lissa was already in front of my pants as I stood at the side of the massive table behind me. She had my zip opened up. My d**k sprang in front of her.

I could see she was salivating looking at my totally erect c**k staring at her. She looked at me as if what she was going to do was the noblest thing,

She grabbed my c**k mesmerized by its hugeness. She quickly slid it into her mouth.

“Lissa…”

“Please,”

“Ohhh…”

My restraint had melted as she swallowed my whole d**k into her mouth and deep in her throat. I felt the heat of my libido searing at the center of my groin.

She kept my d**k sliding in and out of her mouth as her head was bobbing up and down on my shaft. I was grabbing her head pushing her against my raging stiffness.

And when she sensed that I was ready to unload, she spit my d**k from her mouth. Quickly removing her panties, she moved to sit up on top of the presidential table removing the carved name plate with the pen holder.

She spread her legs wide open putting her feet on top of the table.

“f**k me Greg like we used to do.”

I quickly pulled down my pants and brief to my knees and aimed my c**k on her quivering p***y. She kissed me hungrily on my mouth as I shoved my d**k into hers. Her hot p***y swallowed my c**k whole as I penetrated her.

“f**k Greg…God knows how much I missed your fuckin’ d**k…” she whispered.

Her p***y now was dripping with overflow juices. There were the milky-white juices coming from her pulsating hole as I pulled and pushed my d**k deeper and deeper still into hers.

Her exposed p***y was so erotic to look at as I shoved and thrusted my c**k into hers. My stiff c**k lost no time entering and leaving her gaping hole. She was puffing and heaving as we continued f*****g each other on top of the table.

“f**k Greg…this is what I am obsessing for. This is what I imagined each night even in the midst of f*****g with Rod…ohhhh…”

“Uhmmmppp…”

“f**k me…make my b***h p***y swell with your fuckin’ d**k Greg…” Lissa moaned.

She moved her ass upward and slid a bit towards the edge of the table supporting her body with her arms against the table top. She was sticky-wet. Her p***y shivered with my every thrust. She would dangle her feet on the table’s side, only to pull it back on top as I kept the tempo of my f*****g.

I f****d her p***y non-stop. I felt the numerous times her body had trembled. There was the long and erotic groans emanating from her lips.

Yet, I continued f*****g her.

“Greg… I’m cumming again, ohhhh f**k!”

“This is an unforgettable send-way, ohhh…”

I quickly pulled my d**k inside her p***y when I felt her body writhed in ecstasy. She had just experienced a seismic multiple orgasm.

I was not finished yet. I lustfully watched her juices dripping from her p***y to her thighs.

“Bend over…” I ordered her.

“We’re not finish yet…”

She obliged. She held the table’s edge with her two hands and slightly bended her body. Her juices kept on flowing from her cunt. It was dripping up to the back of her knees. She had squirted a lot. It was like she had squirted all the pent-up juices she kept in a decade.

I licked first her slit. The more she writhed in an uncontrollable lust. She was moaning in total abandon. I harshly shoved my d**k into hers.

“f**k Greg…I am beginning again to get horny…” she cried.

“You said you want me to make your p***y swollen with my d**k?” I reminded her shoving my d**k on her while gritting my teeth.

“I will give you what you want…” I told her and f****d her non-stop.

“Greg…fuck I’m coming again…I’m…ohhhhh…” I f****d her over and over again. Until we were both exhausted.

I made sure she was completely f****d.

Knowing it should be the last time…

“My knees were still shaking, Greg…” said she.

“I’m sorry I was not able to make your p***y swell, I tried…” said I.

“It’s swollen already…I just endure it…” she admitted.

“Thanks Greg, it will go a long way against homesick when I get back to Melbourne…” said she as we kissed.

“Please give this to your wife,” she told me while I rested in the sala.

“Peace offering…” she gave me two paper bags.

“The brown paper bag is for you. The white paper bag is for her…”

It was almost lunchtime when I was able to get back to Adel’s house in the town proper. She was already there. I noticed she was in a good mood. I heard her humming a song which was a hit on the airwaves.

“Where is Sannang?” I asked her when I noticed she was alone.

“She went to buy our lunch.” She replied.

“She wants us to have our lunch here and then she wants to go with us to the farm.”

“Papa will be travelling to Iligan tonight.”

“Where is Ador?” I asked again. Up to that day I found it hard to call his father, Papa. It was okay with Ador so there was no problem calling him in his name.

“He was attending a meeting with the Farmer’s Cooperative…” she replied.

After a while, Rosanna arrived with the take-out foods for our lunch.

“There was already a cooked rice in the rice cooker…” Adel told me as I helped prepare our lunch.

“How’s your medical check-up?” I inquired when we were already travelling back to the farm. Rossana was left in their house to wait for Ador since her father would be using their car.

“I’ll take our motor bike to go to the farm later…” Rossanna told us.

“My doctor requested a complete laboratory test. And I will get it after three days” she informed me.

“That song you sing sounds familiar…” I told her as I listened to her humming the song.

“It’s my theme song for you. It’s a song by Rex Smith… Forever…” she said looking at outside the car’s window.

I smiled at her. She was really still a young at heart. Sharing me a song she loved made me adore her more.

Forever.

When we were at our house in the farm, I gave her the two paper bags Lissa gave me.

“What are these?” she asked.

“She gifted me these for my service…” said I. She should not know what service I’d given to Lissa.

“Hmmm…did you do it well?” she asked without looking at the contents of the paper bags.

“Of course I did!” I replied.

“I made her p***y swell in delight!” This, I kept to myself.

“Wow, ate Lissa was a kindred woman!” Adel exclaimed as she opened up the boxes in the white paper bag. I smiled to hear her suddenly calling Lissa, ‘Ate’.

The white paper bag contained a box of brand new Samsung Galaxy cell phone and another box of a brand new Adidas women tennis shoes.

“Look how the shoes fits my feet Pa!, and I have a brand new cell phone too!” Adel was jumping up and down like a child.

I remembered what Lissa told me, “You know, I realized, winning your enemy over is to pamper them with gifts. Being friendly with your enemies tied them up…”

We opened the brown paper bag. It contained an imported whiskey and the carved name plate with the pen holder and the toy airplane. The gold tipped fountain pen was in a separate box. The carved name plate in her study room was engraved with my initials. But the one she gave me has my full name carved on it.

“You are really friends with ate Lissa?” Asked Adel.

“Mang Usting is like a father to me,” I replied.

She just nodded her head as if she was thinking something.

“I should not have thought of some adverse things about her…” My young wife sounded a bit remorseful.

“First impression is not lasting…” said I.

She suddenly kissed me. Lots of it.

“Want to drink ladies?” I asked the sisters after having our dinner.

We have partaken a simple dinner of the left-over fried chicken we ate during our lunch in their home in the town proper, garnished egg-plant salad, cucumber salad and of course, the smoking hot rice from the dinurado variety.

“I have to take my medicines …You and ate Rossana can share the wine given by Ate Lissa…” said Adel.

We had started drinking when Adel went up to me. She had taken her shower and was ready to sleep.

“Drink just to get a sleep ‘Pa, okay?” she reminded me and kissed me on my lips. She told it in whisper as if avoiding her sister from hearing what she was telling me.

“You need to be sober before dawn…” she naughtily reminded me.

“Sure…I am just drinking to get to sleep quickly,” I assured her and likewise returned her kiss.

“Good night ‘te…don’t make your brother-in law too drunk,” she reminded her sister.

We heard the door of our room shut in a short while.

We looked at each other as an uncanny silence dwelt upon us. I suddenly felt her feet touching my crotch underneath the table.

She drank the liquor in her glass. Straight.

“Bottom’s up.” she proposed a toast refilling our glasses.

When we could be certain that her sister would be sleeping soundly, I will enter Sannang, bottom’s up.

TO BE CONTINUED…