Metempsychosis Apotheosis
by Raine Monday

When I came home she had that look on her face, that look that told me she had good news, not kind of good, or interesting, but REALLY good news. Her lips were drawn in a line, her eyebrows were arched and her blue eyes danced with carefully held excitement, mirth, and joy. It was one of my favorite looks, and I loved coming home to her.

"Looks like someone has good news," I said, setting my briefcase down on the table near the door. I was a mid-level administrator in a large insurance company in downtown Los Angeles. I made a decent living, when combined with Karyn's online business we earned a moderate level income to afford the three bedroom ranch style house in suburban LA.

"How was your day?" She asked, practically bursting. I knew she was dying to tell me whatever-it-was, but always wanted to give me a chance to speak about my day first. It was because she loved me.

"It was fine, hon. Tell me your news, I can practically see you peeing your panties over it."

"I won the contest, Robbie!" She said, giggling and clapping her hands like a schoolgirl.

I frowned. She entered a LOT of contests, some bonfide, some not-so. I was always the skeptic.

She spun her apple laptop around, showing me the blinking "WINNER" screen. "All expense paid trip to the Maldives!" She practically squealed.

I frowned. I hated playing the "Devil's Advocate" but she'd nearly fallen for all kinds of online scams and frauds. Once, she had nearly bankrupted us when she fell for email that said she had won the "El-Gordo Sweepstake Lottery" and to contact the "Claims Agent" and not to let the public know until the "claim could be processed." It had taken me all of about 20 seconds to figure out the award was a scam, but she was already on the phone and about to give them our bank account information when I snatched it from her and hung up the call.

I looked over the announcement blinking in red, scanning it quickly. I grabbed my smartphone and entered "Maldives Sweepstakes Scam." And almost immediately, there was link to Snopes. I read through the Snopes article and saw the green indicator at the bottom that it was a legitimate offer.

"So you actually entered the contest?" I said. "It wasn't just some random drawing or whatever?"

"No!" She said. "We had to submit ten blog articles with references and our blog address. Robbie, they choose ten bloggers to visit the Maldives and blog about our time there!"

"But you don't have a travel blog," I said.

Karyn was a makeup guru. She had posted hundreds of articles, videos, and entries on makeup tips, tricks, tutorials and more. She even had her own line of cosmetics and did two launches a year that netted us tens of thousands of dollars.

"That's just it, darling, they don't want just travel bloggers. They want mommy bloggers, tech bloggers, animal bloggers...makeup bloggers." She gave me her 100 watt smile that always lit me up inside. "I'll be doing my usual blog but from the Maldives!" Get it?"

"Ohhh," I said, totally not getting it.

"Look, think of it this way." She took my hand, and led me to the couch. "I have my two hundred thousand followers, and add that to Payton Pammie the Mommie blogger's four hundred thousand followers. We both do a blog, blahblahblah from the Maldives. Multiply that by 10 bloggers, and suddenly millions upon millions of eyes are watching us all make content in their backyard. People start thinking, 'OMG, those colors are spectacular there in the Maldives and Karyn looks SO good standing there, I totally want to go there too!"

"Oh, so it's "come to the Maldives" without publishing a single blog about "go to the Maldives." I said. "It's Karyn Adamson is so cool and gorgeous IN the Maldives; can't you see yourself there too?"

"YES! Now you get it Robbie!" She gave me a passionate kiss.

"Mmm," I said, pulling her to me tightly. "I think I like "getting it."

She smiled her small secret smile that I knew was just for me. "But wait, there's more!"

"No!" I said, in faux excitement.

"As part of the all expenses paid trip, we also get one on one access to Richie Z, internet marketer extraordinaire!"

I gasped. "Say it ain't so!"

She slapped me playfully. "He's only like a mega-millionaire and he will work one-on-one with each of us to best leverage our market, our content, our positioning and our branding!"

"Sounds interesting," I smiled. "Especially the positioning." I kissed her neck, pressing my body to her tightly, feeling myself growing aroused at her very presence.

We'd been together for six years all told. It had been instant chemistry. She was sassy and bold, clever and witty, all rolled into a gorgeous blond, five foot ten inch package. She knew all the best makeup tricks to keep her looking fine no matter what circumstance she might be in.

"And that's not all!" She said, adopting her showgirl voice. "You and a friend get all this, the week long trip, the cruise, the working with Richie Z! Absolutely free!"

I bit my lip at that. "Mmmm, and when is this amazing journey to take place?"

"Next month!" She hugged me tight. "So we can finally take that honeymoon we always wanted!"

I sighed and stepped away. I ran my fingers over my face and through my hair. We'd been in the weeds preparing for an audit next month and I was leading the team on creating the package we'd show the auditors. It was crucial that the company minimize our audit findings in order for the share-holders to retain their confidence in us as an admin team.

She watched me and immediately deflated. "I knew it."

"It's an audit, honey. I don't plan these things."

"So you have to be at work."

I nodded.

She shrugged, and I could tell she was about to cry.

I took her hands, and pulled her into my arms. "Look, I'll try, I promise. Maybe I can get out of it."

I didn't think I could. In fact I knew I couldn't, short of exiting the company completely. I was in charge, for fucks' sake, so I had to see it through.

She stomped her foot a little, trying to hold back the tears. "No, it's okay. It's your job, I don't blame you for not going, I knew it was kinda last minute and just kinda hoped—"

"I know, and believe me I want to go." I took her back into my arms. "The thought of Richie Z working 'one on one' with my gorgeous wife gives me chills in all the wrong ways."

"It's just work, babe. You know I'd never leave you." She frowned, sighing, turning away from me and I could tell she was disappointed.

"Shya," I enfolded her in my arms. "Until Richie Z comes in and kisses your neck, just how you like." I leaned in, brushed her long hair back and kissed her right where the neck met jaw, then licked and nibbled my way up. She moaned softly, arching her neck.

"Babbyyy, you know what that does to me." She shivered.

"And then Richie says in a French accent; 'You are mine, babee, I need you like no one else needs you."

"Richie doesn't speak French, goofball." She giggled.

"He would for you, I'm sure."

She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I could tell she was aroused. "Is that so?"

"Mmmhmmm. And then he'd lift you up, like this..." I lifted her up into the air, so her legs wrapped around my waist. "And then he'd walk you to the bedroom like this..." I started walking tipping to the left and to the right as Karyn giggled, hanging on to me.

"Then he'd lay you back, and part your legs like this..." I spread her legs, sliding her leggings down and lowering my head.

"Then he'd say; 'Zis is zee most gorgeous puzzy I haz ever zeen."

I licked one side, then the other side of her labial lips, letting my tongue flicker on her hood, then dancing across her clitoris lightly.

"You're such...a...goofball..." she moaned slightly, spreading her legs even more.

I was too busy to reply, my tongue danced lightly over her clitoris as I felt her vagina grow wet with arousal. I plunged my tongue in deep, sucking her box into my mouth, and letting my tongue spear into her tight opening. I loved the way she tasted, love how her pussy felt, and loved how she writhed beneath me.

"Oh, Richie!" She exclaimed. "Oh my god, fuck me now, Richie Fuck me!"

I stopped a moment shucking my pants down.

"I Richie Z shall fuck zee, Karyn Zzzaget unteel your eyez roll up in zee head."

"Mmmmm," she moaned loudly. "Do it Richie, NOW!"

I slid my cock into my wife as she moaned, pulling me onto her. She began to writhe and grind as I thrusted into her.

"Plant your...mighty...seed...Oh my god...in me...Richie..." she gasped as I slowly ground my cock into her deeply.

Playtime was over.

***

The next morning, Karyn woke me before she started her first webcast. She liked to get an early start on the day, so I blinked and yawned, glancing at the time. Four AM.

"What, babe?"

"Do you mind if I go on the trip with Brandon?"

I frowned. "Wha' trip?"

"The trip to the Maldives!" She hit me on the shoulder.

"Sorry, it's like o'dark thirty."

"The time I usually get up. So do you mind?"

"Brandon still gay as a bag of popcorn?"

"Yes, Jesus. You think I'd go with a straight guy?"

"I dunno, I heard you fucking Richie what's his name last night."

"Mmmm, he was so good too. His cock was top notch. At least a 3000."

"Good thing my cock is at least a 5000 or I might be jealous."

"Mmm, baby...I hate to tell you this..."

"Hm?" I wrapped her up in my arms. She smelled good, of perfume and hair product, toothpaste and laundry detergent.

"Your cock is at least a 5001!"

"OH EM GEE!" I squealed.

"I know, right? It's our secret though."

I kissed her in her favorite place, and she shivered. "Stop it I have to work."

"Mmmm, well. Daddy wants nookie."

"Daddy gonna have to wait until after the webcast. Honey, answer me, please? I want to tell my audience I'm going on the Maldives trip."

I inhaled, breathing her in. I could never really say no to her, and she knew it. I loved Karyn, adored her, worshiped the ground she walked on. "Of course."

"You're positive? You won't get all morose and despondent like you do?"

"Hey, wait a minute, Missy!" I pulled back with mock concern on my face. "I'll have you know that every time I've been morose and despondent it's been due to lack of you. I, otherwise, am fairly lackadaisical, and lassaiz faire."

"I know, baby." She stood up. "It's only a week though, so you can keep being your lackadaisical self and not descend into despair, despondency and immorality?"

"I can promise at least two of the three."

She giggled. "So you'll be immoral and despondent but not despair?"

"With tinges of lassaiz faire, though not too much. Without you, I'm rather lassaiz morosité."

"Goofball."

"Yes, you can go."

She gave a squeal.

"You'll have to make it up to me, though."

"Oh, I will, that I promise you baby." She kissed me, careful not to smudge her perfect lipstick. "Okay, gotta go. Love you!"

And in a flash, she was gone.

I inhaled her aroma again, already missing her and dreading the week of her being gone. I would be good though, absence made the heart grow fonder, I supposed. I could spend some time with my older brother who I rarely spent time anymore.

Sighing, I slipped down into the covers, closing my eyes. I remembered our wedding, the way she felt when we danced, the way the sunlight glimmered on her then dark-brown hair. I never knew I could feel such powerful emotions for someone, anyone, but she'd stolen my heart.

I just hoped this trip was all she wanted it to be, and not some gimmick to get her down to the Maldives where they'd take advantage of her. She was so gullible, her heart was open to anyone she met, and she wore every emotion she ever felt on her sleeve. She had such an open and giving heart, I'd hate for anything or anyone to tarnish that.

I thought about Brandon and her together. Brandon was her style coach, adviser, and closest 'girlfriend.' He was actually a pretty cool guy, with a solid head on his shoulders so if she was to go to the Maldives with someone other than me, Brandon would be who I'd send. He saw through any scam, knew the ins and outs of the human mind, and was sarcastic to the core of his dark soul.

He also was in love with...someone. Who had Karyn said was the latest crush?

Oh, right, Dalton Dells. Ugh, Brandon was another common friend, but where Brandon actually liked people, Dalton hated everyone he met. Well, Except Karyn. Secretly, I think Dalton wanted to be Karyn.

I fell asleep again, thinking of the three of them and wondering what kind of food they'd serve in the Maldives. I hoped they'd have double-shot Espresso with caramel, or Karyn was going to be one sad girl.

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