disclaimer: this may be slightly confusing because it's the first part but i swear this is a megmani story lol. just stay focused..😵💫
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NK
I wasn't sure who was on top of me, in fact the thought petrified me. Despite my fearfulness the dark, hooded eyes that pierced into mine took my breath away. Though the face above me appeared to be an exact replica of my wife I was sure this wasn't her.
The way my skin felt under her fingertips were the farthest thing from familiar. I was sure that her plump lips branded me each time they met my skin. My body's reaction to her differed from any other time we've made love.
Her voice huskier than usual as she caressed my thigh with her free hand while stroking my wet slit slow and skillfully. The long digits maintained a steady pattern, pumping inside of me and causing syllables to become a bit of an issue. I wanted to speak up, to question who exactly was loving me? But my tongue refused to move, convincing me that my body had control over my mind and not the versa.
I could hear my wife exhale as I coated her fingers with my climax. She seemed pleased, pressing a sloppy kiss to my lips and lingering there longer than usual. I couldn't remember the last time I'd enjoyed a moment like this with Tina. That's how I knew it wasn't her.
I've always known since her return but each situation allowed my suspicions to be confirmed. As the imposter rolled over and onto her back, I watched questionably. Less than a week ago I never thought I'd see this face again unless in a photograph but now I was laying next to her.
Three days ago...
From force of habit I tucked my bottom lip between my teeth. After being brought to my attention by a few I knew that I often did this in deep concentration. Taking a step back as my eyes averted to the picture I just finished creating before looking at the muse and smiling in satisfaction. The bouquet of flowers were practically identical to the drawing.
Expressing my artistic side had become my new norm, it was always something I loved to do but didn't have time for. Balancing my own business as well as being a wife didn't leave much room for me to just exist. After the past three months I decided it was time to start making time for myself and my hobbies.
I never dreamt to be an actual artist, this was just an occasional hobby but I loved painting. You could recreate the scenery in front of you but it would always be better because none of it had the heartache that reality had to offer. A universe without pain was an experience I longed for, my wife provided heartache more than often but she wasn't here to do that anymore and deep down I was relieved.
Her disappearance was merely three months ago, she left for work one morning and never returned. The neighborhood almost seemed more at dismay than myself, probably not because they actually cared but because things like that didn't happen in this neighborhood. Crime lowered property taxes and when lowered, social classes diversified and my wealthy neighbors wouldn't be able to accept that. The fact that Tina was reported missing and the reason being unknown worried people so no one with options was itching to move in.
An investigation on Tina's disappearance was launched and even a search party with the help of family, friends and some neighbors but no one ever found any evidence to indicate what happened to her. Both our families were hopeful but after two months everyone decided that she wasn't coming back and that was just something we had to accept.
Until we didn't.
As I admired my newfound love I could hear the opening of my front gate, it always made a creak noise when moved. I suggested we get it fix but Tina said it'd be better that way because we'd always hear if someone was approaching our home. I knew this was just her way of not wanting to look into it but she was also right. I always knew when someone was entering but I never bothered to look, it was always a friend or family member so I wasn't worried about greeting them. I was also too enthralled with my painting. The admiration in my eye had never been so strong, deciding that this was my best by far.
