Episode 44
Episode 44
No secrets. No lies.
GIOVANNI
“Wait a minute, I need you to say that again for me on speaker so my husband can hear it.” Julianne moved the phone from her ear and pressed a button.
“I didn’t know you’d gotten married, Ms. Myers. Congratulations.” The caller had a feminine voice I didn’t recognize.
“It’s Myers-Falco now, please update my records. Also, can you repeat what you said just a moment ago about my parents’ will? I’d like my husband to hear.”
“I was explaining that I had a forensic handwriting expert review the last several will and testaments your parents submitted over the previous years. All of them matched except for the signatures on the one submitted a week before their deaths. The last is a forgery.”
I stood abruptly and exited the bath, water trailing to the floor in my wake. “This is Giovanni Falco, Julianne’s husband. You can speak freely. Are you saying you can prove the last submission of Rachel and Lewis Myers’ wills is a fake?” Julianne stood naked, her eyes wide and expression scared.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, Mr. Falco. Our experts have a ninety-nine percent accuracy rating. Their expertise has been used in hundreds of legal cases just like this. We can prove it beyond a shadow of a doubt.”
Tears slid down Julianne’s cheeks, and her bottom lip trembled. I pulled her into my arms and took the phone from her hand. Her shoulders shook as she cried quietly against my chest.
“Can we meet with you and your experts tomorrow morning to determine next steps in the case? We’d like to see the proof in person. This is a big find. One that could rip apart families. It also may need to be shared with the police, as this information may shed new light on the plane crash that killed Lewis and Rachel Myers, as well as my own parents, Valentino and Caterina Falco a few months ago.”
“I agree it’s definitely suspicious and warrants more investigation. I’ll schedule a meeting for 10 a.m. Does that work for the two of you?” the lawyer asked.
I eased my hand around Julianne’s jaw where she had it tucked to my chest and lifted her chin up so I could see her face. The grief I found in her expression was laid open and bare. It tore at my heart. “We’ll meet with them tomorrow. Get to the bottom of all of this, okay?”
Julianne nodded, then cleared her throat. “Thank you for calling, Ms. Christofferson. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. We’ll see you tomorrow,” she said and hung up.
I tossed her phone onto the stack of towels I’d grabbed for us. Then I took Julianne’s hand and stepped into the steaming tub.
“I’m not sure I can…” Julianne started to protest.
“Just sit with me. That was a lot to take in. Let me hold you.” I genuinely wanted nothing more.
This news was devastating for so many reasons, not the least of which because it proved the will was a fake. I’d known something was strange from the get-go. The Myers loved Julianne and Brenden with their whole hearts. They’d never leave her out of owning part of the business she’d devoted her career to. It wasn’t like them. Now we knew why. Then there was the fact that the documents had been submitted only a week prior to our parents dying in that plane crash.
Julianne stepped in front of me, and I sat down, my back resting against the tub, my legs opened wide for her. She slowly eased down between them. Once she was settled, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close, tucking her back against my chest. She came willingly, almost like a limp ragdoll, and keeping her close, I settled myself once more against the back of the tub.
A long sigh left her as she relaxed against me, the water cresting her beautiful pink-tipped breasts that bobbed enticingly. The woman was my every fantasy come to life, but there was plenty of time for pleasure. We’d just been hit with some pretty life-altering news that would change the way we moved forward with a lot of things. Namely, her brother. Secondly, I now had reason for the authorities to reopen the case into our parents’ deaths.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she murmured, shock evident in her tone.
I reached for a large sponge in a basket and pumped some soap onto it. Then I drew the sudsy sponge along her arm, down to her fingers, and back up to her neck. She hummed pleasantly as I did so.
“It’s surprising news and a bit hard to swallow,” I agreed.
“It was all a lie. Everything in the will was a lie. It makes so much more sense now.” She sighed as I ran the sponge along her other arm.
“Surely makes more sense. Your parents wouldn’t hurt you the way that will reads. But the bigger question is, who forged the documents? Who has something to gain from all this treachery?”
“Brenden obviously got the best deal out of it. Still…” Her words fell away, disbelief filling the air around us.
“Honestly, I can’t see him doing that to you, or going against your parents like that. Your family has always been really tight.”
“So has yours. All of us were close; our parents were best of friends for life. They said it all the time,” she reminded me.
“True. They loved one another deeply. It was the only consolation we had with losing them so soon. Knowing they all went together. There’s even some jewelry and art my parents left to you from our estate I need to give you. A couple cars Dad gifted Brenden… You know how they shared their love of cars with one another.”
She nodded.
“I just haven’t been willing to deal with it all, as you know…”
“Because you were hiding away like a hermit crab in your lake house,” she teased, a little of the stress from the call slipping away as I washed her and we talked.
“I will admit to not handling things well,” I murmured, realizing how I’d left everyone hanging while I ignored everything around me.
Julianne suddenly spun around, water sloshing out of the tub as she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned her bare body against mine. “You handled things the only way you could. Grief is a strange beast. It does weird things to us, and we have to allow ourselves to heal in whatever manner is needed. Yours just happened to be hiding away from it all. Honestly, I should have gone to the lake with you. Chased you down. Talked things through. Something . Especially after Bianca.” She frowned deeply.
I cupped her face; her freckles dotted her skin like flecks of brown sugar. “Don’t lay blame on yourself. It wasn’t on you, Jules. None of it.”
“No, but I am sorry, Gio. I should have been there for you. I was so wrapped up in my own shit with losing interest in the company and fighting with my brother, I left you to handle your loss alone. That wasn’t cool. No matter what we have now, we were friends and colleagues…family even then. I should have d-done m-more.” Her voice cracked.
I dipped my head and kissed her nose. “I should have done more too. We were both spinning out. It would have been nice to do so together.”
She smiled, sat up, then wiggled until she was fully straddling my lap. My cock had softened, but with her naked body on display poised above me, it immediately hardened to full mast.
“We’re together now.” She rubbed her lower half against me as a taunt, my cock wedged perfectly between her center and my pelvis.
I coughed a laugh as pleasure rippled from my groin through my abdomen and out my limbs. I curled my hands around her fleshy hips, digging my fingers into the soft curves. “Yes, we fuckin’ are. And we always will be. Promise me, Jules. Shit hits the fan with your lawyers tomorrow. The authorities get involved. Brenden becomes even more of an ass. Bianca’s pregnancy…whatever may come our way, we handle it together. No secrets. No lies.”
“No secrets, no lies. I promise,” she said and then lifted her bottom up, her weight transferred to her knees as she centered my cock exactly where I wanted it most then slid down to the root.
“Fuck!” I hissed at the burst of sheer bliss making my vision fade in and out. Her sex squeezed my length so tight I could hardly breathe. True ecstasy, thy name is Julianne. Hell.
“God damn, that feels good,” I said, followed by a throaty moan. Then she rose up and slid down nice and easy.
I grunted and lifted my hips, wanting to get as deep as possible, meld our bodies together until neither of us knew where one started and the other ended.
She arched her spine, red hair falling around her shoulders as she thrust her lush tits into my face.
I dove between those bouncing globes, rubbing my face all over them.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Julianne, it’s nearly impossible to look at you,” I admitted as I chased a plump pink nipple with my lips. Once I caught it, I sucked it inside the heat of my mouth, taking as much of her breast as I could. They were too big by far, but I’d die trying to get my mouth all over them. I plucked and thumbed the twin until she was riding me with intent. Her moans rose and fell as she was getting off on riding my cock.
I laved her nipple, swirling my tongue around its tip while pinching the other until her breathing became labored.
I fell back and leveraged my hips up on each of her down glides. She whinnied and hummed, her hands braced on my shoulders, where her nails dug in, the crescent shaped daggers slicing into my back. I didn’t give a flying fuck. My balls were swelling as my dick felt like it might explode if she didn’t come soon.
“Get there, baby, ride me how you need it,” I growled.
“Gio,” she moaned, her face tipping toward the sky.
She was a goddess riding her stallion, taking her pleasure however she wanted it.
I couldn’t look away. I’d brand this vision into my mind for eternity because I’d never seen anything more magnificent than Julianne using me for her pleasure. Finding her peak and tossing herself over the edge into beautiful oblivion.
Her breath came in sharp little huffs as she rode and ground into the base of my pelvis. Her inner walls started to tighten and release, milking my cock.
I slid one of my hands down between her thighs and used my thumb to circle her clit.
“Gio!” She cried out and picked up the pace. Water sloshed over the tub’s edge in waterfall-like waves. Neither of us cared. There was only one word that could explain this moment…unleashed. Julianne was unleashed as she strove toward her release.
“Fuck me!” I groaned, not sure I was instructing her or calling out for help. The pleasure was so intense I had to grit my teeth to prevent shooting too soon.
“ Gio, baby, please ,” she whimpered on a gasp, lost to her desire. Her movements became wild and sloppy as she continued to reach for that elusive high but not tipping over.
“Let go!” I commanded through clenched teeth and pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
She screamed, “Aaaaaaaahhhhh” at the top of her lungs, her body convulsing, tears falling unchecked down her face as though a dam had broken. Her lower half locked around me as she continued to ride wild, giving back as good as I gave. So much so, I saw little white stars blinking at the edge of my vision. I finally let go myself, holding her hips down as I thrust up and released hotly into her body.
“Jesus, Jules,” I panted as she slowed and came to a halt, then slumped forward, her face falling against my neck. I could feel her breath on my damp skin and it settled me like nothing had before. All the shit that we’d dealt with the past three months just slipped away as I wrapped my arms around my wife and held on tight.
“I love you, Julianne. I love you so fucking much. And not only because you’re fantastic in bed or in the bath.”
She giggled against my neck, then ran her tongue along the column. “Mmm, you taste good. And I love you too. And it’s not because you have a monster cock and know how to use it.”
I clung to her and held on, my kisses to her shoulder and neck mingling with the water droplets, soothing her while I soothed myself.
“As long as we have this…me and you, nothing else matters. Not really. Not in the grand scheme of it all.”
She sighed and nuzzled my neck. “You make it sound so simple.”
“It can be,” I said, meaning every word. “All I really want from this is sitting in my lap with my cock still inside her.”
She burst into laughter. “You’re a cad, you know that.”
I shrugged.
Jules lifted up, disconnecting and washed between her thighs. When she was done, I took the sponge and did the same.
“Rinse off in the shower?” I asked.
“Are you going to bang me up against the tile this time?” she teased.
“That can be arranged.” I grinned as my cock started to rise again.
“Seriously!” She stared at my hardening shaft. “What are you, superhuman?”
“No. I’m just really fucking attracted to my wife, and you’re still naked,” I admitted honestly, my gaze running up and down her lush bare form. Julianne was considered full-figured by fashion and societal norms. Thick creamy pale thighs, juicy ass, massive boobs, rounded stomach, and wide hips I loved gripping. She was soft everywhere I was hard, and every last inch of her was absolute perfection.
“Well put that thing away…I’m hungry and someone promised me Chinese food.”
We got out of the bath and shuffled into the shower to rinse. I would have played nice had she not bumped and rubbed her fine ass against my cock. I responded by taking her hands, hoisting them above her head and holding her there with one hand around her wrists, the other on a curvy hip while I fucked her from behind and called her a filthy girl. A fact I realized made her hot and bothered real quick.
She came two more times in the shower as I plowed her from behind. When we got out, I dried her off and ordered the Chinese food.
We settled on the couch in her bedroom, both of us in fluffy robes. She swore she’d bought the one I was wearing in case she had a guest of the male variety over, something I did not want to hear and ignored. Then Julianne flicked on the TV. She landed on reruns of Friends as I opened all the small square boxes.
“I ordered a bit of everything,” I said, passing her a plate.
“You don’t eat Chinese food from plates, Gio. Everyone knows that,” she scoffed.
I chuckled. “Then how do you eat it?”
She picked up one of the boxes that had chow mein, shoveled her chopsticks inside and held a bunch of noodles aloft as she put the lot into her mouth, noodles hanging in her wake as she slurped them up. Her cheeks were puffed like a chipmunk when she got them all in.
I laughed out loud and stole her box then copied her exactly, chipmunk cheeks and all.
We both snickered through our food, taking bites straight from the containers and then switching so the other could have some. It was fun. Julianne was fun. Something I was realizing I’d never had when I was with Bianca. She rarely ate much in front of me. The woman so thin I could blow on her and she might fall over. Whereas Jules was just herself. Enjoying life. Everything from our bath, to the shower, to sitting in robes and eating food out of the box while watching reruns of an old comedy. I hadn’t noticed how much of my true self had been lost when I dated Bianca.
“Thank you, Jules. For choosing me.” I stated out of the blue.
She stuck her chopsticks in the box and set it on the table. “Technically, you chose me. Remember the auction.”
“Oh, please. You and I both know, there was no way your godmother was going to let a stranger have you as their wife,” I scoffed.
She lifted a shoulder, the robe slipping off and showing me a swath of creamy skin. I licked my lips. I’d had the woman twice today and already I wanted more.
Focus, Gio.
“Well, I’m glad it was you,” she whispered.
“Julianne…it was always going to be me.”
She pushed forward and crawled across the couch to cuddle next to me. “I love that you think that way. There was definitely a time where I would have said us being here together like this, married, newly in love, wasn’t a possibility.”
I played with her drying hair, as I thought about what she said. “I’m glad it was you too.” I kissed her temple as she stretched her legs out along the couch, her body relaxed against mine. She sighed with contentment, and we both relaxed, watching six friends live their comedic lives.
This was how I wanted to end every night. My wife and I relaxed within one another’s arms. I would do whatever it took to hold on to it.