Mrs Thompson had nearly fainted; she sat on the steps that lead upstairs of her house. When the man at the open front door stepped in, she flinched, but couldn’t take her eyes off him.<br/><br/>“Ridley…” her voice was barely audible as if she had forgotten to inhale, “Why are you here?”<br/><br/>“Helen, it’s me,” he replied with a confused look on his face as he took off his hat, “I’ve been in a hospital, in Germany. It’s really me.”<br/><br/>“No,” Helen wailed, “You shouldn’t be here.”<br/><br/>“What’s wrong?” Ridley asked and looked around. Was there someone else in the house?<br/><br/>“Please, I thought I’d never see you again.”<br/><br/>“Is there someone else in the house?” Ridley said it out aloud, his suspicions growing. It had been, as he’d been told, nearly eleven years since she had last heard of him. He’d understand, but it was going to hurt. Helen gave him a stare.<br/><br/>“It’s… It’s alright,” Ridley said and leaned his back against the wall, but his anger was getting the better of him. Eleven years, holding onto her memory, the only thing that had kept him sane.<br/><br/>“No, it isn’t what you think!” Helen gasped and climbed onto her feet, “Oh, Ridley, I thought I’d never see you again!”<br/><br/>They clashed into a loving embrace and she collapsed in his holding arms.<br/><br/>“I wanted you back so much,” she cried, “I didn’t know what else to do.”<br/><br/>“I’m here now,” he said and held her tight for minutes until her sobs ceased. They loosened the hug for a proper look at each other’s faces that they hadn’t seen since the start of the war. “You haven’t aged a bit,” he said and squinted his eyes in realization of how truthful the statement was.<br/><br/>“Do you trust me?” Helen said and looked him straight in the eye.<br/><br/>“Of course!”<br/><br/>The woman leaned in for a kiss as passionate as if it was 1909 again, the year they had first met, a year before he had proposed. There was something else in her passion, something he didn’t at first recognize but soon it was clear as day: lust; pressure on his thigh, arm around his neck, tongue in his mouth…<br/><br/>“What are you doing?” Ridley gasped but he did indeed trust his wife. Helen knelt down and began to unbutton his trousers, fingers trembling, ripping off the last button that wouldn’t obey. The fingers dug in and produced his dangling prick, and before he had time to ask the next silly question, Helen took it in her mouth and sucked. His hands slowly moved on top of her head, the fingers fisted into the bun of her brown hair, and the quickly erecting member pressed its crown against the back of her throat. Helen gagged and began to move her head; back and forth, along his thick shaft, dipping the tip of her tongue into his sweaty pubes, pressuring with her lips and the protruded tongue. It was sinful, Ridley knew, but war had a peculiar habit of changing a man’s moral. Besides, it felt really, really<i>good</i>. A rope of cum oozed out into Helen’s mouth and she sucked every last drop of it out of his meat before she swallowed and took off her clothes.<br/><br/>The man in the bedroom opened his eyes, but it was pitch-dark all around, apart from the light that came in from under the door. Helen had started to moan, but the sounds came from the sitting-room and gave no signs of ceasing any time soon. The man crawled out from under her sheets, made the bed with extreme skill, and sneaked out for a peek. It was, indeed, Mr Thompson who was balls-deep in his wife’s pussy. Her pubes were entirely shaven; something the husband would never have expected, but had probably not complained about. The man in the doorway blinked his void-black eyes and stepped back into the darkness.<br/><br/>“Ah, Beelxahr,” Absalom greeted as the demon arrived by his side, “How was Earth?”<br/><br/>“I want back,” Beelxahr growled and stared into the shimmering portal, “Eleven years not enough. I want her be my slave. I will kill the man and I will take back what is mine.”<br/><br/>“Easy, now,” Absalom sighed, “So the contract is fulfilled? She’s been reunited with her, hmm—oh-I-can’t-live-without-him husband, Mr Thompson?”<br/><br/>“It’s done,” Beelxahr murmured, “Now we go back?”<br/><br/>“Patience,” Absalom said, “The portal is unstable. The last man who entered was burned alive. Go ahead, if you wish the same fate upon yourself. You’ll be among the first to enter; this I have promised.”<br/><br/>“Will be more fun,” the grotesque demon said after a while, “She’ll be happier, will be more fun to break her again.”<br/><br/>“Indeed,” Absalom said in relief that the man hadn’t decided to go for his throat. “Tell me, Beelxahr,” he added, “Why did she make you stay? The contract was only for the daughters, to bring the husband back from beyond once the wife’s part of the deal was done.”<br/><br/>“It’s always the same,” Beelxahr laughed, “They always want youth, for themselves, for their most loved one. I made her stay young. I made him stay young. Now they can pick up where they left off, but it will not be the same! She agreed to let me have her, to penetrate her, cum into her ass, cum into her mouth, cum all over, her tits, her face… Eleven years, behind her daughters’ backs, she let me treat her like a whore! I want back, Master! I WANT BACK!”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>