WET FIELDS

TRAVELS

We were silent as we sat facing each other on the dining table. Adel was already in our room. We were waiting for Adel to get to sleep deep in her slumber.

But Rossanna’s foot was already on top of my crotch. Her fingers on her foot was busy toying with my bulging d**k. Her foot was on top of the front of my pajama. We were looking at each other while we sip the heady liquor. Deep in our minds was that desire within us awakened by the illicit relation that we shared.

And maybe, aside from the lust invoked by that moment when we first f****d, the excitement and the eroticism brought by our situation was adding fire to our libido.

When she put down her foot from my crotch, I put up my own foot between her parted legs. The big finger on my foot felt her hot mound over her panties. My foot-finger could feel her moist crotch.

The feel of her clothed p***y was exciting my d**k into a raging hard on.

I felt I couldn’t hold it any longer. I stood and went to her.

“Come here…” trembling with lust, I beg my sister-in law.

She threw a glance at the shut door where her sister was sleeping before she sidled near me.

We kissed while we stood facing each other. Our kiss was hot and passionate.

Torrid.

We exchanged saliva as our tongues groped and suck.

I pulled her near the counter top. We kissed again after I pushed her back against the sink. I was positioned between her parted legs. I was rubbing my raging stiffness at her mound.

I mashed and cupped her breast underneath her night dress. I was humping upward rubbing my clothed d**k against her clothed p***y, while I suck her n*****s pulling up her night dress up to her neck.

Our lust was peaking like a surging wave in the ocean. It was gathering strength and I felt my lust had no ebbing it was rising and rising fast.

I lifted her up to the counter top. I quickly pulled her panties down to her knees. She hastened to remove her panties herself and let it dangled on her left foot.

She has a natural white complexion. She had a smooth and unblemished skin. Her thighs were rounded. It was so erotic to watch her hairy mound with its glistening slit. The lips of her p***y was so tempting and inviting to lick.

And her c**t was enormous. It was swollen and erect.

She leaned at the wall of the counter top as I started eating her p***y.

“Greeeggg…ohhhh…”

Her moans were suppressed. It seemed she was afraid somebody might hear her.

She was moving her ass upward into the air as I suck and licked her c**t. Her p***y was soaking wet.

I sipped her c**t as I fingered her p***y.

“Greg…it’s so good…ohhhh…fuck, I am so horny…” she whispered softly--- almost inaudibly.

I suck her c**t all the more while I slid my middle finger inside her. More faster, I moved my fingers in her p***y, curling it to pleasure her G-spot.

“Greeggg…ohhhhhh…”

She was no longer suppressing her moans.

She was groaning with abandon.

I knew she had reached her climax.

I quickly removed my finger from her p***y. I pulled down my pajama up to my knees. I was feeling so horny too. There was already a pre-c*m coming out from the small hole in the head of my shaft.

Her two feet was dangling at the sides of the counter top. Her p***y was dripping wet from her c*m. She looked very sensual and erotic.

I pulled her slightly away from the wall. She opened her eyes wide when I aimed my d**k at her p***y. I was holding the back of her knees to leverage my thrusts. She closed her eyes again when I started shoving my d**k in and out from her p***y.

“Greg…”

She was trembling with lust.

And so was I.

I f****d her non-stop.

“Greg, I’m coming again!”

She writhed in extreme pleasure as I continued f*****g her.

“c*m… c*m for me Sannang,” I urged her.

“I am Greg… I’m cumming, oh God…”

I didn’t stop, until I felt my balls ready to explode.

“I c*m again Greg!”

We hold on to each other as she squirted and I c*m too--- finally.

We ended our f*****g in her room. I have some four hours left to rest before the dawn breaks.

And it would be another round of seeding my young wife with what was left of my c*m.

I finished processing my papers. The visas were stamped on my passport. Liz sent me a fellowship visa from the Australian university she was teaching. I’ve got a tourist visa from the British embassy in Manila. My itinerary was one week visit in Melbourne and three weeks stay in London.

Adel would stay in their house in the town proper while I was away.

“Are you sure you’re okay to stay here?” I asked her when I told her about my impending travel.

“I understand…that fellowship you will attend is part of your work. And of course, you also want to visit your family and your--- original…” said she, looking at me.

“Next time if our budget fits, I’ll bring you along…” I promised her.

“I trust you, ‘Pa…” said she, “and I hope I can really realize one of my plans when you’re back…”

“It looks like you have a surprise for me?” said I. She just flashed her cryptic smile as she kissed me.

I was accompanied by the sisters to the airport. As usual, Rossanna was our driver.

“Hey, don’t give everything to her, okay? You also have a wife waiting… ”she whispered when we were at the gate of the departure area.

“Be safe,” she said almost tearfully.

“I love you…” I whispered holding her chin. She kissed me and gently bit my lips.

“Forever…” she whispered back.

Sannang ran to me and kissed me on both cheeks.

“Take care Greg… I will miss you…” Rossanna whispered in my ears.

“Be safe brod-in law…don’t forget my present when you comeback! ”she yelled when I turned my back pulling my luggage to the gate of the departure area.

I was already inside the passenger’s lounge when my phone rang.

It was a text from Adel. “We are on our way home to Caranglan. Take care‘Pa. I miss you this early. Mwaah! ILY Forever.” Her text read.

“Likewise. ‘Ma. Don’t forget your medicines. I will call the moment I land at the airport.” I texted back at her.

I also opened my email on Google. I read Liz’s email. She said she would be fetching me at the airport.

I took a direct flight from Manila to Melbourne. The ticket vendor told me that the flight was 8 hours and 22 minutes more or less. Almost a half day travel including the waiting time at the airport. I planned to buy some presents in Australia for Mer, her mom and my kids aside from what I had in my luggage which I was bringing from Caranglan.

It was an uneventful journey from Manila to Melbourne. I was not able to sleep along the way. There was an action movie played in the duration of the flight. There was a free beer too and a meal was included in the flight package.

This was not the first time that I took a travel on air. Included in my previous work were inter-island trips on domestic flights. I had also attended international conventions on agricultural topics in Singapore and Malaysia. But I still felt excited during my travels.

And I felt that this particular journey was special. I would have the chance to visit my family in London, and meet Liz once again and our son. I have to admit that I was excited to see Christopher Ray in person--- my blue-eyed son to Liz.

Being instrumental in giving life to my son gave me a mix feeling of delight and fear. I was delighted having sired Liz’s son. Yet, I was also fearful for the fact that I can’t really give him my paternal attention. Especially now that I had two families.

I was in the arrival area of Melbourne airport and I was pulling my luggage when my phone rang. I have a sim card with international roaming.

“I’m here… I’m waving at you…” I saw Liz waving at me outside the gate of the arrival area.

She was the same simple and chubby Aussie that I know five years ago.

We hugged and kissed right there and then, unmindful of the people around us.

“Am I dreaming? Kurutin mo nga ako. Pinch me awake Greg…” said she.

I kissed her again and again instead of pinching her. She subtlety pinched my d**k beneath my trousers.

“I live far from the city. You will love the place… I know you…” she chatted as she drove. I was hoping she had an internet connection in her home. I wanted to make a video call to Caranglan.

It was autumn when I arrived in Melbourne. It was Fall. The golden leaves were scattered falling down from the trees. The falling leaves was blanketing the ground.

It was my first time to actually witness the golden leaves falling from the trees. More like seeing a woman undressing. Exposing her exotic nakedness.

“I live in the Heidelberg suburbs here in Melbourne, it’s a quiet place for artists and view-loving people…” Liz seemed proud of her place.

“The population here is not much… It’s less than twenty thousand…” she added

After driving for an hour, Liz parked her car in front of a modest house with a sprawling lawn and lots of trees at the back. The lawn was well-trimmed and there was a kid’s bike.

“Meet your son Chris Ray…” Liz proudly introduced our son. He was being fed by an elderly woman who looked like a Filipina.

“She is Ingrid…Chris Ray’s nanny. She is your kababayan…” she introduced the woman to me. My guess was right she was my countrywoman.

“How are you kuya? Do you just arrive from the Philippines?” Ingrid spoke in vernacular.

I nodded and sat with Chris Ray. I took out from my luggage a box containing a remote-controlled toy-helicopter. This was my present to him.

“Chris meet your Dad Greg…” Liz called the attention of our kid.

I hugged him as he was only looking at me. He kept looking at Ingrid and me in succession. Perhaps he was wondering how did I become his father when we were so different in features.

But there was that undeniable feeling of me having paternal relation with him. When I hugged him, Liz hugged us together. And I was overjoyed when he hugged me back.

“Dad,” he whispered softly. The instant affination was because of the same blood I have flowing in his veins.

I watched him lovingly as he played with his new toy after I assembled the toy’s battery and components. He was on my lap as I taught him how to fly the toy-helicopter.

Liz was watching me bonding with our son. I could see the glints in her eyes.

I asked Liz if she had a prepaid phone or where I could call.

“You can use my phone…” she offered.

I used her phone to call Adel in the Philippines to tell her I had arrived in Melbourne safe and I was resting.

Chris Ray was already asleep in his room. I watched my auburn-haired son in his sleep, with myriads of thoughts circling on my mind. He had his new toy-helicopter besde him as he was sleeping soundly.

I quietly went with Liz to her own room. I was still feeling the weight of the journey on my psyche. But I had taken a shower already. Adel called up a while ago to say good night. We had the night for ourselves, me and Liz.

The feminine scent of Liz was caressing my nostrils as we lay beside each other. She was wearing a flimsy night dress. She wore nothing else. I was on a boxer shorts, and nothing else too. Mindful of my d**k, I was trying to feel it, if the jetlag had an effect on it.

But Liz was already at my crotch. Her soft, warm little kisses on my balls were waking up my flaccid d**k.

The night was long. And it was a new bed I was on. I could find myself hard to sleep. But there was another reason for not sleeping. The almost five years of separation was giving the night an urgency that we needed to make up with the lost times.

TO BE CONTINUED.