WET FIELDS

A DIVORCE

It took me a whole day travelling from Melbourne, Australia to Heathrow airport in London. According to Mer, they were staying at Barnes Cray, a borough in London. It wouldn’t take an hour to reach the borough in a private car. Taking a bus could take an hour from the airport to Barnes Cray. There was also a train that ran through Barnes Cray from Heathrow.

She promised to fetch me from the airport.

It was in the morning that I left Melbourne. And the next morning I deplaned into the busy airport of Heathrow.

I was already outside the gate of the arrival area when Mer called me.

“Look at your right side I am waving at you,” she said.

I immediately recognize her waving at me. I quickened my gait. I was moving fast to where she was standing. How I longed to kiss and hug the first woman that had been a part of me.

We embraced--- tightly. I could still feel the warmth of her embrace. My love for my original wife was not lost nor it had change. Even though I have now another woman in my life. Or shall I say women in my life considering Liz, Adel and Sannang were my current women.

“I have a companion…” Mer told me.

I did not notice the man behind her.

“Rick, meet my husband, Greg,” she introduced me to her companion.

He was tall. I guess he stood at least 6’4”. He was black but not an African or American. He was a British Indian. In my estimate, the man was younger than me for at least ten years.

“Rick Amesh is my colleague in Barnes Cray Academy. I am the Dean in the institute of arts and sciences, while Rick is a professor at the institute of Mechanical Engineering.” Mer narrated as we sat at the back of the car and Rick was on its wheel.

It took us half an hour to reach the house where my family were staying in Barnes Cray. Aside from the thin traffic on the road, Rick was a fast though an able driver.

We alighted in front of a modest house which was as big as the house we have in Laguna.

Jenny was overjoyed to see me. My daughter was now a full-grown woman. She had bloomed like her mom. She was a very pretty young woman.

And my Greggy too was now a young lad. He was speaking like a native Londoner complete with British accent.

After hugging my children, I went to hug my mother-in law. Mer’s mom seemed had not aged. She looked almost the same when they left ten years ago.

After resting for a while we took our lunch prepared by Jenny. It was smorgasbord type. A mixture of Asian and European cuisine.

“You cooked like your mom,” I complimented Jenny for her cooking.

“Aw, I just followed the cooking instructions from YouTube and Tik-tok,” she laughed heartily.

She was the same Jenny I remembered in her teen years.

“How long you’ll stay with us, Dad?” Greggy asked.

“About three weeks,” I told them.

“Well, it’s fun. We’ll go fishing and camping at the Cray river,” Greggy said.

While we were taking our siesta, I brought out from my luggage the presents I brought tor them. I heard that there were Asian specialty stores selling Filipino delicacies here in London, so there was no use to bring traditional Filipino foods. But I brought some local Filipino products which were novelty in European countries. I brought sinamay for my in-law. It was a hand woven shawl made from pineapple leaves. I brought Sarongs for Mer and Jenny. And a buri hat for Greggy. He was laughing while fitting the hat in his head.

Then I gave them the gift I bought in Australia. A jogging shoes for the three of them. And three latest model of android phones. These were met with lots of kisses and hugs from my two children.

“Is there any one courting Ate Jen?” I asked Greggy.

He looked at her sister and at her mom.

“I and Pete are just going steady, Dad,” Jenny admitted.

“How about your mommy,” I asked the two.

The three of them looked at each other.

“Your Dad is tired from the trip, there would be plenty of time to talk with him tomorrow, okay?” Mer cut short our conversations. But she was right, I felt a fatigue with the non-stop journey from Melbourne to London.

The two kissed me before leaving the room of their mom where we were conversing.

“It looks like your kids were well-adjusted to their new environment…” I voiced my observation to my wife. She looked at me.

“Yeah, and I am really planning to stay here for good…” said she.

I suddenly casted my glance outside the window. Spring here in London had barely started. The snow was just beginning to melt. The leaves of the trees were just sprouting from the boughs.

The cycle of life is just like the seasons here in London. There was the Spring which ushered a new leaf. A new hope. A new beginning. And then came the summer. The bright and sunny days. The funs. The life itself that we wanted.

But after the jolly summer there was the fall. Which was an end. A death of something. A goodbye. Some regrets.

And finally, the winter. Cold and chilly days. The season of hibernation. To hide, to lick our wounds in silence. And yet, we knew there was the coming of spring we could look up to. A rebirth. Life goes on. Even if others may fall in between the seasons.

Mer hugged me from behind. “I missed you Greg…” she whispered.

It was almost a decade since I brought them to the airport. There were lots of changes that the passing years could bring.

I have still a jet-lag. But it won’t get in between for us not to spend the night reliving that glorious first night after our wedding.

The night has the urgency to determine lf the spark of magic was still there to pull the heat from the memory of the glorious night we spend pleasuring our bodies into a seismic eruption of our orgasms.

When our bodies met, my needs for her were ignited. The needs that I sought to get from another warmth. The needs of the flesh that I sought from Lissa, from Liz, from Adel and from Rossanna.

A need that I ought to seek with Mer first. But I was defeated by my weakness.

I need to make up for the lost times. To make amends for my sins.

To give her the f**k I have given to my women, instead of reserving it solely for her.

A decade was such a long time. It was such a long time that I haven’t watered her rice field while I was busy watering other rice fields.

We were naked in the room. Only age was added to her. Life in a more advance society and the type of climate had preserved her youth. She was still a very desirable Eve.

I let my eyes savored and feasted on her nakedness. It was as if I wanted to paint her naked body in my imagination. I wanted to put her beauty inside a part of my brain which was indelible.

“Stop just looking at the food laid for you to partake. Eat before it goes stale.” She cryptically urged me.

Our saliva mixed. Our lips were glued. Our tongues sought for each other’s heat and sweetness. Our torrid kiss was making her p***y moist and my d**k stiff. My d**k had been to a lot of battles. It had not really been idle at all. But this time, the real owner of my c**k was demanding of her right to my d**k’s f**k.

I suck her boobs while nibbling at its erect n*****s. I suck each n****e as if I was sucking it for milk. I was groping her c**t as I suck one by one her pinkish n*****s. She was arching her hips. My fingers slid from her c**t to her slit. My middle finger found its way to her soaking wet hole. I pushed another finger and curled my fingers to caress her G-spot while I kept on sucking her boobs.

She was writhing. She was humping her pelvis in the air thrusting her p***y against my fingers.

“God, Greg… how I have been missing this… ohhh.”

I felt she was ready to c*m with my fingers inside her.

I removed my lips from her boobs. I licked her tummy and navel until my mouth went down to her p***y.

“Greg…ohhhh…” she was trying to suppress her moans as I dived and started eating the pearl just an inch from her dripping hole. Her c**t was trembling as I slurped it through my mouth. Her body was having a convulsion as I suck and slurped her c**t.

“f**k me now Greg…”

“I want your d**k in my p***y…”

“I am so horny Greg…” she was begging.

I took one of her legs in the air while her thigh was between my thighs. She was laying on her side. Her p***y was gaping wide. I pushed my d**k inside her penetrating her deeper as I could.

“Greg… uhhmmmp…”

I grunted as I pushed my d**k deeper. Whenever I pull my d**k, her p***y was gushing with milky white juices. And she was moaning with total abandon.

“Greggg… I missed your d**k for such a long time…”

“f**k me…ohhhh…” Her head moved sideways on the pillow. She was trying to move her hips to grind her against my thrusts. But her other leg was pinned between my thighs as I was shoving my d**k inside her deeper and deeper.

Her p***y was soaking wet as I continued f*****g her.

“Greg, I’m coming… ohhh…” she moaned.

I felt her hot juices all over my shaft. Her p***y was contracting as she squirted her c*m.

She laid on her stomach when I pulled my d**k from her p***y. I was not finished yet.

I pulled her at the center of the bed holding her knees. She bent her knees and pushed her body up with her two hands. She was on all fours at the center of the bed. She knew I want to f**k her from behind. I watched her dripping p***y in full display between her thighs. Her rounded ass made her p***y more sensual and erotic. I grabbed her pelvis and pushed my d**k into her dripping wet p***y. She trembled and moaned as my shaft slid in and out of her p***y.

Her moans started again as I controlled my thrusts penetrating her deeper. I felt each trust of my shaft was hitting her cervix. My lust now was uncontrollable. The heat at my groin was wanting of release. I felt my balls was ready to explode. My shaft became more rigid. I quickened my tempo pulling and pushing my d**k.

“Mer… I’m nearing…” I gasped as my d**k trembled and my balls contracting.

“I’m nearing too Greg…”

I gave my all with my thrust shoving my d**k deeper inside her glorious hole.

I shot my load inside her as she squirted her c*m. Our bodies trembled in extreme pleasure sharing once again a seismic eruption of our orgasms.

“You know Dad why this borough was called Barnes Cray?” Greggy seemed to inform me. We were at a camping park at the side of a wide river they called the Cray.

“No, I don’t,” I replied.

“Because this river is teeming with cray fish.” Greggy was proud of his information.

I was not aware that my youngest son was fond of angling.

“What fish can we catch in this river?” I asked him.

“Pike, perch, or bullheads. If it is the season of trouts, we can also catch some. Trout tastes good.” Greggy volunteered to inform me. I was looking at him. There were so many things now that I don’t know about my son. I lost such a chance to share with him his childhood. He was only five years old when they came here in London.

We rented a boat to fish. After we spent a whole day of fishing, we went home with some perch and a few pike. Greggy has a measure for every fish he caught. Any fish smaller than his measure, he threw back in the river.

I hugged my compleat angler when we returned the boat to the wharf where we rented it.

We spent a night on that camping park. We slept inside the tent in our sleeping bags. It was a nice camping. It should be a nostalgic memory for tomorrow.

I watched Jenny in her sleep. It was as if only yesterday. I remembered her with Lissa in the rice fields in Caranglan. They were wading in the mud bare footed, catching bulig and hito.

And here they were in a different world. I could no longer bring back the time of their childhood where I lost them.

The first week of my stay in London was spent roaming around, visiting places which were different and unavailable at home.

The second week I spent trying to bridge the gap that my long absence in their lives had wedged between us. I tried very much that in my brief stay I could be a father to my children and a husband to my wife.

Two days before my flight back home I had already booked my ticket. I had prepared my luggage. And on the eve of my flight back home, I got the surprise of my life.

“Dad, I want to tell you something,” Mer was dead serious telling me her surprise.

I was checking my hand carry and my bags for my laptop and gadgets.

“Okay, say it. What is it?” I asked as our eyes were glued together.

“You know that I like it here.”

“And the children likewise love this place. They don’t want to go back there anymore.”

I was thinking that she will ask me to let go of my job in the Philipines and migrate here in London with them. I was thinking too that I would find it hard to do so.

“I want out Greg.” She blurted.

“What do you mean?” I calmly asked her to elaborate.

But what she said was clear.

“I want a divorce…” said she.

“I can no longer bear to fool you or myself…”

“It has been five years that I am having a relationship with Rick…” she was sobbing.

I gritted my teeth. It was painful. But, I too, had some confessions to tell her. Like her I succumbed to my desire. How could I blame her?

“The children, are they privy about it?” I asked her.

“Jenny was aware about it. And I think. Greggy too. Rick is kind. He gets along well with the kids. He is a bachelor…”

“Please Greg…” she cried while hugging me.

“Please sign our divorce paper before you depart…” she took an envelope from a drawer.

I felt numb. My knees were shaking. It seemed that I lost my strength.

“When Greggy reach his legal age, we will let him choose where he wants to live…” I told her.

“No ill -feelings Greg…thanks for signing here…” said she.

“I hope you made the right decision…Give priority to our kida. I will keep in touch until our divorce becomes final,” said I.

“Can we kiss?” she begged. I would take the train to Heathrow tomorrow. I knew it would be goodbye now. Completely.

She kissed me on my lips. It was both a hello and goodbye. I can’t have my cake and eat it too. It took ten long years before I followed her aces. She lost her hopel

I don’t have anyone to blame but myself…It was my fault. I deserved what she did.

TO BE CONTINUED…