Hunting Pixies

This section is a little short, to keep the next from being overly long. I finished them together. There may be a degree of squick factor for some regarding sex during menstruation, so be forewarned. Conventional wisdom suggests that might default this to the fetish category, but I don't agree. I'm nearing the end and still struggling with where to categorize these, putting this in EC because why not?

I stir awake, conscious of, or maybe even woken by my ever-present morning wood. I'm never really sure if it's the trigger that wakes me. Regardless, the need to relieve myself is strong, so I gently exit the bed, careful not to wake Margaret, who is softly snoring beside me. The room is still pitch black, so I know it is before dawn. The light in the outer room has been turned off. I seem to recall it being on when we went to sleep at...it must have been after one.

I find my glasses and phone. Muscle memory must have placed it in the charger last night, because I have no conscious memory of doing so. Margaret's is next to it, so I'm careful to choose the correct one, although slightly tempted to take hers as well and play some tricks of my own. I decide to leave those in the hands of the pixie, though, and creak my way to the bathroom, my joints slower to wake than the rest of me. I close the door before turning on the lights, which are shockingly bright.

I don't need to look at my phone to know that it must be around five, but chuckle to see that it is 5:05 a.m. I open it to confirm there are no text notifications I might need to address, not recalling when the last time I checked in with Beth may have been. I'm surprised to feel little guilt.

I've slept in a bit, then, at least per my norm, shaking my head at the thought. I know I couldn't have slept much, though. And I have a vague but very happy recollection of waking to a fantastic blowjob at some point, although it might have been a dream? Even so, I feel reasonably refreshed, although it may just be the buzz of excitement that has been slowly humming within me since Margaret and I got back together yesterday. How could that have only been eighteen hours ago? Pixie time, I suppose.

I pee, and wash my hands and face. The dried residue of Margaret's pleasure glazing my cheeks seems to have a little pinkish tint; it must be the bathroom lighting. I brush my teeth quickly. It's at this point at home that I might decide to leave my boxers on the floor to initiate a routine little something with Beth, but chuckle to realize I've been without them for most of my time with Margaret. I smile at the thought.

I pick up my phone and turn out the light before opening the door. Letting my eyes acclimate a bit and using the slight glow of the phone screen to navigate my way back to bed, hoping not to disturb Margaret. I carefully settle under the covers, placing my glasses and phone on the nightstand, as I do some quick calculations, knowing Margaret needs to get on the road by ten this morning. We can spare another hour for sleep, I suppose, and turn toward Margaret's sleeping form. She's on her side, facing away from me.

My morning wood has mostly subsided, but I know it will be on a hair trigger, so I keep some distance, still not wanting to disturb Margaret. I needn't have bothered; I hear a slightly exasperated sigh from her as she scoots back into me so that we are closely spooning. "Mmm, tha's bett'r," she mumbles, and I'm not entirely sure she's awake. I'm expecting my stiffening erection to find its home between her naked cheeks, but I am surprised to feel satiny material, instead. That does nothing to inhibit my growth, and I'm at full mast once again.

"Ooh, wakey-wakey, great big snakey," Margaret purrs in the dark next to me. I'm certain she's awake now, and chuckle. She pushes back into me with some force, and wiggles her ass to slide me along in the satin-covered cleft of her ass, groaning a little as she does. I respond in kind, thrusting forward, and instinctively reaching for her breasts.

"Mmm, no, sorry baby, too tender," she whispers as she gently clasps my hand and wraps her fingers in mine, bringing them to rest on her tummy instead. "I've got some bad news. My monthly visitor arrived in the night. I got my period."

I pull her gently toward me and reach for her face, bringing it around and closing in for a light kiss. "That's not bad news. Now we know I haven't knocked you up." We both laugh, given the impossibility of that occurring.

Margaret rolls to fully face me, pushing me lightly to my back and draping her thigh over my legs, settling her head on my chest. We begin stroking one another lazily as we talk. "Mmm, I know," Margaret sighs, and hesitates, but adds, "Is it weird that I kind of wish you could knock me up?"

"No, under other circumstances, we could have made some beautiful babies together. Plus, I would love to see you barefoot and pregnant..."

"Ah, my pervy old troll. Well, we can at least pretend to make babies, right? I love it when you breed me, but I guess that needs to be on the back burner until next time. I can suck you off if you want, though?"

"You don't need to, although I'm not going to EVER turn that down if you're freely offering. And I understand if you don't want to do anything else while you're on your period. Beth never did, but not on my account. I'm not opposed."

"Really? It doesn't gross you out?"

"Not at all. I mean, obviously we might not want to get too wild on the white sheets of a hotel bed, but..."

"No, we'd have to manage the mess. That's for sure, but you really wouldn't mind fucking me while I'm on my period?"

"I will never 'mind' fucking you, baby," I laugh.

"Good, because I'm always extra horny when it comes on..."

I laugh, and I sense Margaret giving me a little hurt expression, so I explain. "Sorry, I'm just trying to picture what 'extra' horny would translate to for you? I mean, my cardiac health is probably already at risk here..." We both laugh.

"Oh, I'll show you...when we aren't in a hotel sometime. This morning I'll control myself...a little." Margaret giggles, and then appears to think about something for a bit, then makes a decision, biting her bottom lip before quietly asking, "Would you be willing to earn your 'redwings' sometime?"

It takes a moment for the slang to register, then I remember the slight tint on my cheeks this morning. "I think I might have already had a little start on that last night?"

"Oh my god, really?" Margaret gasps and brings her hands to her mouth, then pauses to think about it. "I guess you might have. I noticed I was starting to spot a little when I got up in the middle of the night to get that shot of your troll juice down my throat. By the way, baby, that was hot. You got just the right amount of rough with me when you were fucking my face. I think I could have gotten off without my fingers."

"I thought I might have been dreaming that. It was fantastic." I lean down and she leans up and we kiss deeply.

"I figured you might. You passed out right after, and I went to the bathroom and noticed, hence my granny panties this morning."

I reach down to cup her ass through them, then under the waistband to feel her naked cheek. "Might be the first time you've had any panties on around me, my slutty little pixie." Margaret giggles as I laugh.

"Mmm, no, I wore some the first night, remember? I gave them to you all sloppy and you slept with them under your nose, just like the pervy little troll I knew you were." We both laugh.

Margaret seems lost in thought for a moment, then quietly asks, "So Beth never had any interest in sex while she had her period?"

"No, it was always her 'get out of sex free card,' while it lasted. She's finally past the stage of menopause where she doesn't have them at all anymore. I think there are times she'd take them back in exchange for some of the other downsides of that change, though."

"Really? I've heard menopause can be a nightmare. Did her libido take a hit with it?"

"I don't really know, we've never been aligned on libido. I think I've told you we kind of 'solved' that by just making sex a part of our normal morning rituals."

"So what you described as 'reality,' in your story really is what your daily life is like on that count too?"

"It is, I'm not exactly proud of it. But it seems to help us sustain things?"

"I guess it would, I mean, I'm not one to judge you guys on that. I settled for a hell of a lot less for a long time."

I pull her in and kiss her forehead, and she sighs.

"With Beth, routine has at least removed frequency as a source of tension? I mean, it was always a conflict before that. She used to get UTIs all the time when we first started having sex, and those would take her out for a week at a time. And she somehow ALWAYS got her period when we were on vacation or in some situation that should have been romantic. Hell, we never even had sex on our 'honeymoon.'" I try to keep the bitterness from my tone, but don't think I fully succeed.

"You're kidding? Even David performed his 'husbandly duties' a couple of times on ours."

"Yeah, I mean, it was an unconventional wedding. We got married in the Keys. We rented a big house the week before, and had her parents and grandma, and a lot of other family staying with us through the week as we got ready. Then we moved things to a resort we'd rented out, then left for Asheville only a day after everything. Between lack of privacy, too much to drink by one or both of us, fear of UTI, AND her period coming in, it never happened."

Margaret gives me a little squeeze of compassion and leans up to kiss my cheek, "I'm sorry."

"Thanks. I seriously gave some thought to not filing the marriage certificate. We got home and things didn't get much better. Then I guess I gave her an ultimatum..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I had kind of forgotten about it, but she reminded me of it when we were trying to salvage things after her affair. We were in Birmingham a few months after the wedding, visiting her sister for her housewarming party when she bought a little place in Homewood. I was really frustrated with the lack of regular sex in our marriage, and, as per usual, had too much to drink. I apparently lost it when we were alone at the end of the night, told her I had no intentions of remaining in a sexless marriage. My first marriage had devolved into one, and we were at risk of repeating things. She says she took that to heart, and decided then to just treat it like a responsibility and let me take it when I wanted it."

"So she let you 'take' sex, but never really 'gave' it to you? Those have the same result, but aren't at all the same, I get that. So you always had to initiate, and is it still like that?"

"Pretty much, even with it being 'routine' now, if I forget, she isn't going out of her way to remind me. And I've never been greedy about it, at least to my view. I've never had some expectation of sex every day. I'd let several days go by at a time without it, hoping she'd initiate, then would get agitated and give in when she didn't. Or she'd feel guilty or tired of my attitude and eventually give in and offer it. Cycle and repeat. She confessed that for a while she actively tried to make the sex as bad as she could, figuring I'd stop asking, or go look elsewhere for it. Guess she underestimated my stubborn libido," I laugh, but there is no humor in it.

"That doesn't sound great, for either of you. Easy way for you to both build resentment, and that's a relationship killer. Again, though, I'm not in any position to judge. I mean, I could have just as easily diddled myself and not given David BJs; he probably wouldn't have cared either way. But I felt like it was at least 'something' sexual with him for me to cling to? God, knowing he's gay makes that make so much more sense now. I still can't believe I didn't see that."

"Don't beat yourself up about it, and I understand what you mean about having 'something' to cling to, believe me, even though it probably isn't the healthiest thing for a relationship."

Margaret nods, and I make the decision to continue with my story, even though there is a lot of pain in remembering the next parts.

"There's more to the situation with Beth, though. When we decided to start our family, I thought things were making a turn for the better, sexually. She was very into getting pregnant, and we scored on that front almost right out of the gate, so we thought maybe it had been birth control pills altering her mood? I figured sex would taper off, but sex during her pregnancy was...incredible. We both loved it, and she loved being pregnant."

"Yeah, you've mentioned that little kink," Margaret smiles and gives me a quick kiss.

"Her pregnancy was great for her, even with gestational diabetes. That made her conscious of her health, and she started getting into really good shape, even while pregnant. She was happy through it, and literally glowed. But Reid's delivery was...traumatic. They induced her first thing in the morning; she was still in labor hours later, and started spiking a fever with an infection of some sort. They had to force things mechanically at the end. Reid came out of it with a temporary conehead and a stay in the NICU for a couple of days; Beth came out of it with an absolutely destroyed perineum..."

I feel Margaret wince, "Oh my god, I feel so bad for them."

"Yeah, it was horrible. Reid was fine after a few days, but the early separation might have led to nursing issues, and Beth had been looking forward to breastfeeding him, but never really could. Her recovery was much longer. The initial stitching did nothing to fix things. She was still very much unhealed even a few weeks later. We eventually found a surgeon in Orlando to basically rebuild her perineal area. She wasn't fully recovered physically for almost a year. Psychologically, I don't think she ever fully recovered. I'm sure she had postpartum depression, and was almost a zombie for that year. We drifted apart a lot."

"What an awful situation for all of you. And I think it probably does explain a lot? I'm guessing you started drinking more heavily then?"

"I did, but we never wanted Reid to be an only child, so she toughed it out and we worked on things enough to give us Aiden. Again, she was so happy through that pregnancy, and the C-section was a breeze, so it was a much better experience for us both. We were going to be done after that, but he was such a joy we decided to add a third, just knowing it would be a boy. Sophie was a beautiful surprise. With the kids she wanted, I think Beth started seeing much less need for drunken me in her life...and so here we are."

"Here we are," Margaret agrees. "And as bad as all that is for Beth, I'm sorry, but I'm not even going to pretend I'm not glad that twisted path led you to me. I don't know what she doesn't see in you. I guess her reasons are valid to her, but if she doesn't want to give you what you need, I'm more than happy to."

She sits up. "Now, as unsexy as a lot of that discussion was, I mentioned how horny I get when I have my period? Orgasms help manage cramps, so I'm kind of in need of one if you're willing to service me?" Margaret pulls the covers down to reveal my once-again full erection, and laughs. "I knew I could count on you. Give me a second to get ready?"

Margaret leans over to give my tip a quick kiss, and then darts to the bathroom as I find and don my glasses just in time to see her turn the light on from the doorway. Her ass still looks enticing in the oversized and practical satin panties, and I notice her feet are covered with the socks she took from me our first night, the ones she says bind her to me now. I think of that and smile. When she returns, she leaves the bathroom light on, and I see she has lost the panties but kept the socks and is demurely obscuring her sex with two of the dark wash cloths from the bathroom meant for makeup removal. I raise an eyebrow.

"What?" she asks, "The socks? My feet got a little chilly in the night, and I kind of like the idea of fucking you with just them on..."

"Hah! Kinky pixie, but what's with the wash cloths? You really think putting one of those tiny things under you is going to keep us from making a mess of the bed?"

"Of course not," she laughs, "it's just for any overspill. I'm going for a ride on my dragon, I'll be making a mess on you, not the bed, unless you're having second thoughts..."

"Your steed awaits," I joke, flexing my kegels to make my erection bounce. Margaret laughs and moves over to the lovenest side of the bed, pulling off the damp towels from the night before, and picking up the last fresh one to spread out in the center. Dropping one of her wash cloths next to it.

"Okay, steed, lay down over here." I happily comply, and she kneels next to me. "Lift your butt up?" I do, and she places the other wash cloth strategically under me so that it is just under my balls, which she gives a squeeze. I groan. "You reloaded yet?"

"I don't think so, but we'll find out?" I laugh.

"Mm, your dick is ready, that's the important part," she giggles, "I'm good to go, but do you want me to suck you a little first?"

"No, I'm ready and raring to go, use me as your sex toy, baby." I reach for her hips and guide Margaret to straddle me. She slides her slippery sex along my length a few times, then reaches back to slot my head in place, easing back onto me very slowly.

"Mm, slow baby, it's going to be really tight..." her comment makes me suspicious, and I reach a hand between her cheeks to confirm the presence of the plug in her ass, giving it a little tap and pull that makes her groan. "Mmm, fuck yeah, so full baby."

"Slutty, slutty, little pixie, what will I do with you?" I tease as I slide my tip just past the plug, feeling the shape of it push the edge of the mushroom head down into the front wall of her vagina, stroking it across her g-spot.

"Mmm, you'll fuck me baby, so good." Margaret whimpers, and I decide to let her do the work, only thrusting up occasionally to match her rhythm. She gyrates, undulates, and strokes me in and out, grinding onto my pubic bone when I'm fully embedded. I bring my hands to her ass, holding her in place as she slowly rides me.

Her pendulous breasts are swaying enticingly above me, and I'm staring at her nipples hungrily. She catches my eyes and giggles. "I know, baby, I want your lips on them too, but my boobies are so sore right now." She takes pity on me and leans down to meet me in a deep kiss, giving my mouth and tongue something else to do.

Margaret's breath is coming shallower, and I feel her moaning into my mouth, but she does not release the kiss. I sense she is close, and surprise her with three powerful thrusts of my own, lifting her from me with my hands on her ass, and crashing her back down. The change triggers her release and she erupts on me, breaking the kiss and panting as she lies fully on me.

Our breathing slows after a few minutes. "Mmm, just what I needed, baby, thank you..." Margaret rises to her knees. I'm still embedded in her extra-tight sheath and give her a flex. "Mmm, you didn't finish? I'll take care of you in a bit, okay? This is the tricky part." Margaret lifts so that I slip from her loving grip and my erection flops wetly on my stomach as I feel a new wash of fluid on my groin.

She giggles and picks up the wash cloth next to us, cupping it over her sex and carefully untangling herself from my legs and rising to stand next to me, wash cloth still clamped in place.

She reaches under me for the other wash cloth and I lift a bit to allow her to pull it out from under me. She gives it a swipe around my balls, groin, and belly, then drops it over my deflating erection. "Okay, now you get up, VERY carefully," she says.