His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,50
tongue her sweet slit.
“Oh Stoooone,” she cries out. “Yes, right there!”
With a grin, I know I’ve hit it. I suckle her clit into my mouth and then bite on it gently, which causes her honey to drip even harder.
“Yes, Stone,” she gasps. “Oh god, yes.”
“Come in my mouth,” I rasp. “I want to drink every drop of this sweet female nectar.”
She throws her head back in another wail and then lets go. Contractions rush through her pussy, making her jerk and spasm, and a torrid gush of femininity flows into my mouth. I gulp and swallow feverishly, desperate to drink it all.
After all, Jenny and I are out in the open about our relationship now. After Margaret’s funeral, we went to see a lawyer who explained our options. There weren’t many and the choices that existed weren’t pretty.
“You can’t divorce someone who’s missing because there’s no one to serve,” the lawyer explained.
I squinted.
“What do you mean, serve? As in a tennis serve?”
He shook his head, fiddling with the page of a document.
“No, legal papers need to be delivered to the intended recipient according to certain methods. For example, if I were evicting a tenant, there are only a few ways of notifying the lessee. I would have to nail a notice to their door, send notice via registered mail, or use a service to personally serve the person I was trying to evict. Or a combination of those three methods. Every jurisdiction is different, and it’s important that you follow the requirements to a “T.””
“So what does that mean?” I ask slowly. “Who would I notify about my divorce? How would I go about it when my wife’s missing?”
The lawyer sighed.
“That’s it exactly. There isn’t really a way for proper service when Margaret’s missing and presumed dead, but not legally dead.”
I blink hard. He can’t be serious.
“Can’t I serve Margaret by leaving the papers in her old bedroom? Or by leaving them at her mother’s place? I’m not looking for assets. She can have everything. I’m just looking to move on with my life.”
He shook his head regretfully.
“I’m sorry, but no. I understand your predicament because of the terrible turn of events. But until your wife declared legally dead by the State of Maine, there’s no way for you to actually divorce her.”
I stare at him, Jenny’s small hand held tightly in my own.
“You can’t be serious. What if I want to get married again? What if I want to date?”
The lawyer’s eyes shoot to our clasped hands, and he nods regretfully.
“You can date, that’s no problem. There’s nothing against the law when it comes to dating. But with respect to marriage, you’ll have to wait until your wife has been declared dead in absentia, which generally takes seven years. Only then, will you be free to divorce Margaret, and free to marry someone else too. There’s no way to jump the gun because bigamy is illegal here in Maine. I suppose you could petition the State legislature to change the code, but it’s highly unlikely that you’ll get anywhere.”
I stare at him.
“This is crazy. I’m stuck being married to a woman who’s missing for another seven years? How is that fair? How is that just?”
The lawyer merely shakes his head regretfully again.
“You’ll have to talk to the legislature. I’m so sorry Mr. Harrison, but there’s no such thing as “fair” or “just” when it comes to matters of the heart, nor the law for that matter. Seven years is what you’ll have to wait. Well, actually the clock starts ticking from when the missing person is first declared missing, so you may only have to wait six years from this date.”
I was stunned. The rest of the appointment passed in a blur, and I barely even heard what was said. When Jenny and I left his office, she turned to me with wide eyes.
“You have to be married to Margaret for six more years?” she whispered. “How are we going to manage that? This sounds so wrong. Am I dating a married man? I never thought I’d be the other woman.”
My shoulders slumped as I opened the car door for her.
“I don’t know, Jenny, but yes, it kind of sounds like it. Right now, I don’t see a way out of this, except to let the clock run its course. Do you have any ideas? I’m not sure we have choices right now. I feel like we’re in a barren desert with only one way forward that’s extremely painful