by Susannah Indigo
(02/28/01)

Joshua holds her close for a long time afterwards, as she sits between his legs and they watch the world go by the window. They doze and cuddle on and off, knowing it's a fresh moment in their lives, to be so far away from home and responsibilities, to be lost in time, and lost in the magic of the train.

"Are you sleepy, baby?" he finally asks her softly.

"No, not at all. What time is it?" She thinks it's funny how hard it is to get away from the clock, even when it makes no difference at all and you know the train will get there when it gets there.

"It's only about one a.m.. Let's go back up to the lounge car and see what's going on."

They climb the narrow stairs to the upper car. Joshua stops by his seat to grab his carry-on bag to take to the lounge, while Kelley freshens up in the restroom.

Sliding into one of the empty booths in the lounge car, Kelley blushes clear through her freckles as she notices how tender her bottom feels. "Wow, that's an amazing feeling," is all she says.

Joshua slides in next to her. "Amazing for me too, believe me. It was beautiful."

He pulls out the book he's been reading to her along the way and starts in where he left off as she curls up next to him. They've been working their way through all of Anne Rice's books just for fun, from the erotic to the sublime to the silly. Kelley loves to close her eyes and listen to her own husband's voice.

The wild game of hearts two tables over catches their attention and they finally join in with the laughter. "Where have you two been? We were looking for you," Ryan asks of them, pouring two drinks.

"You have to learn to bring your own liquor on a trip like this."

"Kelley and I were exploring dark corners...of the train," Joshua says with a grin, casually running his hand down her backside. She just blushes.

After too many drinks and too many silly card tricks, Joshua whispers to her, "Come with me."

He holds her up as they sway through the cars of the rolling train. He opens a door and pulls her in the room.

"Josh! This is somebody's sleeper car!"

"Yes, baby, it is. But I don't think they'll mind."

He kisses her deeply. "Will you do anything for me?"

She shivers at the return of those words. "Yes."

"Do you remember the very first fantasy you ever shared with me when me first met?"

"No."

"No? Remember the picture in the Joys of Fantasy book?"

"Oh, God, yes. The one with all the mens' hands all over the woman?"

"Yes."

"Oh, well, we should get out of this sleeper car, somebody's going to come," she says nervously. She's not sure what she's more nervous about, intruding on someone's privacy or what Joshua might have planned.

"No. Lie down on the bed, on your belly."

She obeys, slightly drunk, highly excited and rather scared. He reaches in his bag and brings out one of her scarves.

"You're going to trust me completely, baby." He wraps the scarf around her eyes, blindfolding her in the dim light. "Your fantasy -- it was to be ravished by more than one man while you were completely helpless. I remember it perfectly."

"Yes, but..." he silences her with a kiss.

"Trust me."

He holds her tightly, strokes her hair softly, removes his belt from her waist and caresses and massages her back, stroking gently over her sore ass. Reaching underneath her, he slowly unbuttons her shirt, pulling it off and draping it across her back.

"Baby, are you ready to be made helpless?"

"Oh God, I don't know..."

"Will you do anything for me, baby?"

"Yes, I will," she whispers.

He picks up two more scarves and begins to tie her wrists carefully to the steel posts of the small bed. "How does that feel, baby?"

She murmurs something unintelligible, lost in the sensuality of his voice and his hands. The sense of powerlessness is overwhelmingly seductive.

"Whose room is this?" she asks.

"A friend's. You're safe, trust me."

She twists and turns under his hands, wriggling her nose at the blindfold, trying to see. She notices she's not fighting very hard at all, and that the deliciousness of what he's giving her is overtaking any logic and fear she has.

He strips the shirt from her back, leaving her bare and beautiful, tied tightly on the small bed, long hair flowing down her back. He spreads her legs and kneels in between them, playing up and down and around her body with the virtuosity brought by so many years of loving her so much.

"Kelley, this is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my life, you lying here helpless and hot and wet and completely trusting in me."

"Oh God, I love you." She's moving into some other state, where nothing matters but her body's desires.

"My friend will be here in a minute, baby."

"Who? Oh no, who?"

"Just a friend."

"Will you take the blindfold off of me, please?"

"Never, baby. There's a reason for it, besides your beautiful helplessness."

She moans, giving in to him. She hears the door to the sleeper car open quietly and then be locked and realizes she's squeezing her eyes shut in spite of the blindfold. Joshua's hands start to run down the back of her thighs again, and then suddenly there are four hands on her, stroking her into ecstasy. No words are spoken, just sighs and moans and the passion of desire.

Kelley feels herself being turned over and her wrists retied gently behind her back so that she can move more freely. A cock is run gently around her lips, and she eagerly takes it into her mouth, feeling like every sensation is connected only to Joshua. But he's everywhere. The cock fucking her mouth is met by a cock teasing her clit, the hands squeezing her nipples are met by hands squeezing her tender ass.

Joshua starts out in complete control, instructing the other man, but she can hear him starting to give into the moment, and anything goes. Every inch of her body is explored by tongues and hands and fingers and cocks, over and over again until she's almost screaming with pleasure. Joshua keeps whispering, "You're beautiful, baby, you're beautiful," as he takes her in ways he never even imagined were possible, controlling her body and her soul.

Kelley suddenly realizes there's only one man touching her, fucking her hard from behind, and it's not her husband. "I'm here, baby, I'm watching," Josh whispers from beside her, and the vision from beneath her blindfold of him sitting back and watching another man fuck her so passionately sends her over the edge, moaning for him, coming powerfully, wanting this night to never end.

Joshua comes closer and starts to whisper in her ear, telling her of love, telling her of passion, telling of things he still wants to do her tonight. She travels into her pure animal self and the night takes off into every forbidden fantasy she has ever imagined.

"I will do anything for you, Joshua," are the last words she remembers offering before losing complete track of who she is and where she is.

In the morning, Kelley awakens in Joshua's arms, with no scarves in sight. Quickly looking around, she realizes they are alone. She also notices that she can barely move, her body is so sore with pleasure. "Happy Anniversary, baby," he whispers to her.

"Oh, my. Who was that?"

"I just don't remember, Kelley, and don't think I ever will," he says with a smile. "Just think of him as kind of a ghost, or maybe an angel. But I bet you'll be listening real closely to every man's sighs on this train until we arrive this afternoon."

Kelley starts to laugh. She knows it truly doesn't matter, and that she and Joshua will probably celebrate their fiftieth anniversary some day entertaining each other with tales of this trip. She holds him close, enveloped in love and the enchantment of the rhythm of slow trains.

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