With a sigh he squeezes me closer, eliciting a yelp as he pulls me into a weak one-armed hug before letting go a few feet from the cafe. "Alright" he mutters, having come up with his plan of action. "How about we head home, it'll mean we can talk in private about...this whole thing" he says, his kind voice containing a slight amount of hurt in his words.
I look up at him with big doe eyes, my discomfort being out in public looking like some forty-year-old woman easing as he holds onto me. "Okay" I manage to mutter out, looking down at the ground for a moment as I collect my thoughts. "Where did you...um...park?" I ask, thinking that we would take his car back to the distant house.
The older man chuckles to himself a little at the question, lifting one of his feet in an effort to show off his muddy boots. "I walked here, you're...Lillian is the one that drives around the property" she explains, his voice growing hushed as he refers to his wife as a different person to myself.
"Oh..." I mutter, my heart leaping into my throat as I look at the long walk back to the house from here. I feel tired just looking at it, the swooping and sloping hills making my back ache and my legs burn just looking at it.
"I can drive you back" the man says tenderly, noticing the worry in my face. "Did you park..."
"Down the front" I blurt out, swallowing hard as I realize how loud I may have sounded in answering his question. "I mean...I didn't want to take up too much space, and..." I mutter, my train of thought falling away as my new husband wheels us about and begins to walk us back towards the parking lot.
"You definitely aren't my wife then" he whispers with a nervous chuckle. "She wouldn't be caught dead in the visitor's parking. Though...wait there was that one time she parked in the driveway and..." he begins to ramble, dredging up a memory and leaving me utterly lost. "Nevermind" he mutters to himself, obviously not wanting to dwell too much on whatever he was thinking about.
As we wander past the visitors center again I quickly wrap an arm over my chest. A faint hissing sigh slips past my lips as I feel my thick sensitive nipples rub against my forearm with each of my steps, the lack of a second arm to support the immense flesh leaving them to jiggle softly with each step. I'm thankful for the modest protection I manage to afford myself though, as I catch quite a few glances at my body as my husband and I stroll past.
Thankfully, Jacob shifts himself on my left and stands slightly more side-on in an effort to cover me from the prying eyes of the crowd. As we wander past the center, beginning our oddly steep descent down the pale brown paving stones that lead to the parking lot, the older man looks down at me. Cocking his eyebrow his eyes dart to my chest, the heavy flesh squishing against and partially overflowing my right arm while my left remains wrapped around his waist.
"Are you..." he begins to muse, pausing as he reconsiders asking his question.
"I'm..." I begin to reply, noticing his glances and just where his attention lay. "I'm not wearing any...any underwear" I choke out, still unused to the sensations of my body and the attention my assets drew.
"You're..." he mumbles in shock, pausing again as he wraps his mind around my state of relative undress. "Did you...take them off after..." he asks, blushing slightly at the thought of someone disrobing his wife's body.
"No" I reply in a mixture of a hiss and a squeal, sounding almost like a kettle releasing steam. "I mean...I went dressed like...like..." I stammer nervously, my mind drifting to the warm, damp, and uncovered feeling between my legs. "Didn't you..." I begin to ask as we navigate between the various cars littering the lot.
"Of course not...I mean, no. You left...she...left before I woke up today" the man explains, gritting his teeth slightly as a hurt expression slips through on his dashing handsome features.
"Oh...uh..." I stammer, finally seeing the shiny blue convertible in the back corner of the parking lot. "I'm sorry I didn't...she didn't..." I blurt out, finding myself apologizing for Lillian's behavior.
The man simply chuckles in response, reaching up to take the keys from my hand. "No need to apologize" he says with a low rumbling chuckle. "It's not your fault...I think..." he continues, giving me a playful wink as he goes to remotely unlock the car.
"It's...um...unlocked..." I mutter, walking around to the passenger's side as I slip from his grasp. "It's meant to..." I begin to explain, only to watch the older man roll his eyes.
"To keep people from slashing the roof right?" he says, finishing the sentence for me. "Did you think there would be knife-wielding thieves on my property?" he asks with a chuckle, cocking an eyebrow as he climbs into the driver's seat.
I quickly follow suit, opening the passenger's side door and climbing in myself. I'm forced to wriggle and shimmy quite a bit as I try to fit into the new seat. Once again I groan as I feel my thick ass pool out beneath me, the soft and unwieldy flesh spilling to the sides as I apply my weight to it. I quickly begin to adjust the seat a little, giving myself and my assets a little more room in the cramped space.
"Um...our property" I respond, correcting Jacob on his previous statement. "At least for a few months."
"What?" he blurts out as he starts the car, pausing for a moment to adjust the mirrors to his liking. "I suppose so...wait...months?" he stammers before giving me a shocked expression.
"I...um...uh...yeah, I mean..." I stammer wildly, trying my best to mentally navigate the situation.
Jacob doesn't say much of anything, simply sighing as he brings one of his hands to the bridge of his nose and rubbing it gently. Slowly and carefully he begins to edge the car out of its parking space, a look of surprise coating his face as he finds himself not struggling with getting out of the parking space.
"We'll...you can fill me in back at the house" he states, a sense of defeat in his voice.
I meekly nod back at him, choosing to be silent as I'm driven through the hills and to my temporary home.
The drive is relatively peaceful and thankfully short. Jacob drives with a firm and measure hand over the loose dirt road, easing the car and down the inclines and declines of the hill with little to no problem. Despite his calm driving demeanor, I'm a nervous wreck. I sit with my hands in my lap, my arms pinned to either side of my heaving chest and leaving me entirely aware of the jostling car's effect on my voluptuous body.
Every so often I glance out the windows, basking in the beauty of the landscape around me or drooling at the sight of the restaurant before soon leaving it behind in the distance. I swear, for one delicious fleeting moment, I can taste the food on my awaiting tongue as the scent of butter-soaked seafood reaches me through the doors. My stomach growls loudly in the car as we approach the house, the large glass structure growing large and looming atop a nearby hill.
"Are you really that hungry?" Jacob asks with concern, breaking the silence in the car. "I can turn around and we can..."
"No, no it's fine I just..." I mewl softly, not wanting to rock the boat. "I think I skipped breakfast" I mutter sullenly, patting my slightly doughy belly.
"Why didn't you say anything back..." he begins to ask in an exacerbated manner, leaning his head back in the car seat.
"It's fine" I respond, trying my best to smile warmly at him despite the situation. "I'll just make myself something at...at home" I say, struggling to come to terms with this being my new house. My smile is quickly shattered as Jacob begins to laugh before quickly stifling himself.
"Cook? At home? You definitely aren't my wife" he explains, still chuckling as we drive up the last hill and towards the massive looming glass-house.
Without saying another word, Jacob begins to pull into a large circular driveway to the right of the road and at the base of the two-story property, the dirt and gravel road expanding out to encircle the front door. The wall on this side appears to be a bright and shiny white, the massive windows I had seen on the approach likely only facing out towards the restaurant and the entrance for a reason. A large set of black double doors sit at the center of the wall and in the middle of the circular driveway, two large panes of glass running either side of the doors all the way to the second-story and the perfectly flat seeming roof.
To the left of the door sits a massive four-wheel drive, the mud-covered wheels and chassis showing hours of use on the expensive-looking vehicle. Tire marks in the dirt reveal two other spaces that have been in regular use as Jacob quickly pulls the convertible into one of the empty spots.
Jacob quickly shuts off the engine and pulls out the keys. He pauses for a moment before holding them out for me, sighing a little under his breath. "I guess these are yours" he mutters, his resignation hurting me a surprising amount.
"I...thank you..." I mutter, taking the keys before I begin my usual struggle to extricate myself from the car. I can feel Jacob's eyes burning into my backside as I heave myself up from my seat, the heaving jiggling flab obviously putting on a show as I get to my feet. He quickly follows suit, practically leaping from the car in one graceful bound before stretching out a little.
"So...shall we?" he asks, nodding to the front door as he begins to make his way over.
I waddle up behind him, my strides shallower and slower than usual as I take in the building.
It is truly enormous, something beyond any house I could afford in my wildest dreams. The white rendered wall facing me looms overhead before breaking away into a light and airy glass wall that wraps around the right hand side. In the two long windows on either side of the door I can make out the beginning of some sort of atrium, a large granite wall filing the space and keeping the rest of the house from my sight.
As Jacob creeps the front door open he bellows out "Sammie! Honey! Are you home?!"
I can hear his voice echo for a moment through the empty house, the lack of reply telling him everything that he needed. "Sorry" he says apologetically, looking back at me as I approach the house still completely awestruck. "Her car isn't here but she can still drop by unannounced" he explains, wincing at my lack of response. "Sammie...Samantha is your...our...my..." he mutters weakly, struggling to explain what should be obvious to me.
"Our daughter...right?" I respond warmly, walking into the house past him as my jaw drops.
The sound of running water is the first thing I notice, the shimmering wall of granite in front of me being the site of one massive water feature. The cool curved slab of stone is coated in a thin stream of trickling water, the huge display acting as a dividing wall on both the upper and lower floors of the house. My eyes quickly drift upwards, following the water feature as I stare up at the white ceiling and the open section above me. A large black metal guard rail lines the hole in the atrium on the second floor, the whole thing giving the entryway a real sense of grandeur.
The entryway breaks off to both the left and right, both of which appear to be leading to the same space behind the granite wall. To the right, I see the glass wall I had seen from the visitor's center, the cozy slate building appearing tiny now in the distance. A plush and luxurious leather chair rests in the corner of the room, a refect spot to read and obverse the winery and the rolling hills. To the left of the entryway is a long ornate wooden table, a veritable antique with several photos resting atop it in small silver frames. A series of hooks rest above it, a spare set of keys dangling from the end of one of them.
Realizing the hooks' usage I pace my way over to them and placing my keys onto the closest one. For the first time since swapping I make note of my shoes, the expensive set of off-white flats positively gliding over the smooth slate tiling beneath me.
I listen as I hear Jacob outside the door, a few grunts coming from him as he tugs and pulls his mud-caked boots from his feet before coming inside.
Not wanting to waste a second I begin to walk around to the left of the granite water feature, lost for a moment in my own world as I listen to the soothing stream of water cascade down past me. The long table from before rests midway between the door and the far left wall, the remainder of the space on the far wall being taken up by various abstract and landscape pieces of art. The landscapes simply take my breath away, though I had never been one for abstracts myself and pay them little mind. I can't help but nibble at my lips as I eagerly drink in the loving brushstrokes and bold bright colors that seem to leap off the canvas to enhance the already bright and expansive space.
Slowly slipping past the granite wall I'm met with the sight of the largest living room I had ever seen, though that may simply be my middle-class mind incorrectly characterizing the space. Three large black leather sofa encircle a beautiful mahogany coffee table, with the last side being taken up by the granite wall. A large luscious rug rests beneath all the couches and the table, running easily ten to fifteen feet to cover all that area. A simply outrageously large TV takes up prime position in the granite slab, obviously making this the entertainment area. A series of fluffy white and blue pillows dot the couches, a feminine touch that must have come from either Lillian or Samantha.
To the left and right of the sofas is...well, nothing. A wide empty space flanks the rather large entertainment area, giving the room an almost hollow feeling. In the back left corner is a large kitchen that lines the white wall before spilling out to take up some space over the towering sheets of glass the make up the back wall. A small kitchen island rests in the middle of the L-shaped kitchen, the cabinets being made of an exceptionally light wood with a white marble countertop.
As I look out the large wall of glass at the back of the house my jaw drops. The sight is downright beautiful, enough to bring a tear to one's eyes. However, my awestruck demeanor is quickly quashed as I see another feature out past the dark wooden decking beyond the glass walls and doors.
"I have...a pool?" I squeak, my eyes locking to the massive body of water that appears to roil and rock in the whipping wind outside.
"We do" Jacob calls out, chuckling from the foyer as he shuffles his way inside. "But Lillian never uses it, she just likes to lounge beside it" he explains, the reason for my tan becoming more apparent. "Well, that and entertaining. Sammie and her friends loved that thing in the summers" Jacob coos softly, his mind taking him back to a nostalgic time years ago.
As I stare in awe at my pool, desperately eager to have a swim myself, I notice a shadow looming over the deck. My eyes are drawn up as I see the very edge of another deck upstairs, the white ceiling and floor of the second-story blocking my view of what lay above.
To the right of the room, lining the giant glass wall facing the restaurant and visitors center, rests a set of floating stairs. The light wooden steps appear to be supported almost magically by a narrow set of metal frames, though deep down I knew there was some engineering trick to it.
I begin to shuffle my way to the stairs as I feel my stomach growl once more, this time making me feel almost nauseated and light-headed at the lack of any proper meal. Deciding to explore upstairs after having a bite to eat I shuffle myself over to the kitchen, struggling to hide my excitement as I reach the fridge.
Every appliance is beautifully shiny and modern, with small screens in the fridge and even the toaster allowing for 'enhanced' functionality. Desperate for something, anything, to eat I pull open the fridge before my shoulders sag slightly at the sight of what lay within. A mountain of takeout containers sit on each and every shelf, most of which were filled with mold by this point.
I hear Jacob inhale through gritted teeth as he watches my disappointment, his tentative footsteps slowly approaching me.
"Sorry, you...my wife has a habit of asking for her food to go and...well...just getting more the next day.
I let out a little pathetic sigh, rolling my head back as I try to think. "Is there anything else besides..." I mutter, gesturing to the vile-looking containers. "This?"
"I...I think I have some eggs left from the Raymond's" Jacob muses, tilting his head to try and get a better look into the fridge. "And I picked up some bread from the Wednesday market, and...we should have some coffee beans..." he continues, wracking his brain as I quickly begin to get to work.
"Good enough" I huff, my ravenous hunger overtaking me as I snatch a few of the large eggs from a carton in the fridge. Stomping my way around the kitchen I begin to search for a pan, opening and closing every cabinet on the way until I find my prize. With a drizzle of olive oil in the gorgeous cast-iron skillet I begin to carefully crack my eggs. I can't help but wince as I find it quite impossible for me to do it with one hand like I was used to, my small and more delicate fingers along with my large pointed nails forcing me to use both to get a clean break.
Grabbing the large loaf of bread from the countertop I quickly begin to cut my own slices with the large and dangerous bread knife. Something in my gut screams at me as I slice the bread, a lingering piece of Lillian practically crying out for me to stop and just get someone at the restaurant to do it. Despite the gut-wrenching feeling I manage to get some sizeable slices without incident, tossing the artisanal bread into the nearby toaster as I turn my mind to drinks.
The coffee machine on the counter is downright massive, a real professional machine from cafes that would run well into the thousands of dollars. I fumble for a minute, looking for the group handles and the beans before Jacob stops me.
"I meant instant" he chuckles, reaching into a high cabinet and pulling a reasonably sized jar of instant coffee from the shelf inside. "We've had that machine for...well since the cafe was getting built" he explains, moving to boil us both some water. "Don't think we've ever used it once" he continues, obviously finding the humor in it.
"Oh, I'm going to use that thing" I mutter under my breath, eager to get back on a machine like that after wanting to purchase one for years. Jacob can't help but laugh a little louder and harder at my response, obviously finding something to enjoy or something funny in my response. I quickly return to the eggs, the sound of them sizzling in the pan becoming more like cries as they beg for my attention. I carefully season the eggs, unsure as to how my new tongue would react to my usually pepper-heavy tastes, before flipping them and removing them from the heat. The toast thankfully pops up soon after, allowing me to quickly dump the still runny eggs onto the piping hot bread.
I quickly search for a plate, pausing as Jacob shifts in my peripheral vision and hands me one e had grabbed during my frenzied cooking.
"Thanks" I sigh softly with relief, plating up my breakfast and lunch before eagerly cramming it into my awaiting salivating mouth.
As I feverishly chow down on my basic but satisfying food Jacob begins to pour our coffees. He nudges one of the two cups over to me, the one in his hands holding an aging and discolored picture of himself and Lillian in their youth while mine was merely a white guest mug.
"You know your way around a kitchen huh?" he asks, making small talk as I eat. I can only nod and grunt slightly in response as I try to work my way through a mouthful of runny egg yolks and dry bread.
"And you know how to use...that?" he asks, nodding to the large coffee machine and eliciting a similar response. He pauses for a moment, sipping at the searing hot coffee and blowing into the mug as he tries to think of his next question.
"So...I'm guessing you were some sort of...let me see...she talked about someone younger...a barista girl?" he asks, nearly causing me to spit out my food. Watching my reaction he immediately tries to guess again, still missing the mark. "Not that huh...maybe another stay-at-home mom? The way you moved around the kitchen was...well you're certainly not the party girl sort I figured she was going for, the ones we knew back in my day couldn't..."
"I'm a...was a...man" I squeak out, desperate to cut him off before he digs his hole any deeper.
The silence in the room is thick and palpable, the slight noise of the wind buffeting the windows and the dribbling of the water feature being the only things that make themselves known as Jacob and I simply stare at one another.
The older man appears frozen in shock, his jaw-dropping slightly agape before he quickly catches himself. He attempts to hide his shock as he sips at his coffee nonchalantly, guzzling down what must be exceptionally hot liquid in an effort to not be a party to the quiet between us.
He practically drinks the whole thing before, his face growing red and sweat forming on his brow as he struggles with the temperature, before he suddenly comes up for air.
"I..." I begin to squeak, feeling terrible at how suddenly I had dropped that bombshell on Jacob. However, he quickly cuts me off, eager to say his piece.
The man looks at me rather awkwardly, his expression becoming unreadable as it twists and turns through a myriad of emotions. Finally he opens his mouth, muttering...
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