Then, very daring, I make a little motion with my hand.
Bill interprets it with perfect accuracy. He takes a bounding leap and lands on the bed right in between us, looking from me to Mason with pride and pure joy.
Mason laughs uninhibitedly and makes more room for the dog to stretch out. “Only on special occasions,” he tells Bill. “This isn’t going to be a nightly routine.”
“Of course not,” I say with wide eyes and a twitching mouth. “But this is a special morning.”
“It is. It feels like last night was our real wedding, and this morning we’re married for real.”
That sheepishly mumbled admission requires another kiss. Bill doesn’t really appreciate the shift in positions, but he makes do.
We all three lie together for a while until I see a peek of light from around the curtains on the windows.
Mason sighs. “Maybe we can skip morning chores today and stay in bed.”
“No! The poor cows would never forgive us! Not to mention the lecture we’d get from the hens.”
“I know. I’d never leave the poor things hungry, and the milking’s gotta be done.” He blows out a breath.
I scramble out of bed. “I can do the chores this morning. You stay in bed.”
“What? No!”
“Why not? I can do them now. I promise I can.”
“I know you can.” He’s laughing again as he sits up on the side of the bed and reaches for his pants from last night. “But there’s no reason for you to do them all. We can do them together.”
I clap my hands as Bill leaps off the bed, as excited about jumping off as he was about jumping on.
This is my life now. Mine. Ours. And it’s not going to be snatched away from me because Mason wants it—loves it—as much as I do.
“Okay,” I tell him. “Let’s do them together.”
EPILOGUE
Six months later
Last month,we found another book in the ruins of the old indoor market.
Another very sexy book with more details even than that first one.
We’ve been trying all kinds of things for the past few weeks, inspired by it.
We’d been getting more creative with positions anyway, based on nothing but our imaginations plus some trial and error.
A couple of months ago, Mason ended up with strained muscles in his back from our attempts to have sex standing up. I had to do all the chores for a fewdays until his back recovered. We did manage standing-up sex eventually, using the wall for support.
But the book had a scene where the man fucked the woman in the ass, so we tried that earlier this week. It was so uncomfortable for me and unpleasantly messy that we gave up before we even got going.
There were other, better ideas in the new book, however, and Mason had a grand time last night when I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth.
Honestly, I had a grand time too.
We’d already figured out we can use our mouths for sex, but I got tips for doing it better from the book.
Today is the day of the week we’ve reserved for relaxation. We only do minimal chores for ours and the animals’ upkeep and rest from work otherwise.
Since the weather is warm and sunny, we decided to take a picnic lunch to a nearby meadow where a scattering of wildflowers are blooming and spread out a blanket in the shade of a few trees.
