Asses To Ashes
I sat there, staring at the monitor. My wife Elena was seated in her favorite recliner as others gathered around her, either standing or seated on the various chairs that were scattered about the room. Tears gathered in her eyes as she spoke to Donna, our neighbor next door. Right now, I did not want to hear the conversation that was taking place in the room. There would be plenty of time for that later. I was more curious to see who would actually show up and what their body language would tell me.
Ted came over to stand between Elena and the camera. It was well hidden, so he surely did not know what was secretly happening, but I could not see her reaction to his being there. I had long ago thought that the two of them were an item, but the way he stood in front of her, either he was doing an exemplary job of hiding the fact or my suspicions were wrong.
Just then I saw him bend down and whisper something in her ear, then he kissed her cheek and she smiled before he stood back straight and walked out of camera range.
Theodore, the undertaker from downtown, came over to Elena and spoke to her, motioning for her to get up and follow him. I knew then that the service was ready to begin. She would get into the family car, most likely with her sister and her husband, and ride to the church where the service was to be held.
The service was being streamed live so I could switch over to the streaming service that was providing it and watch it in real time. I watched as the room slowly emptied, then I cut over to prepare for the show. This time I would turn up the volume just to see what was being said. I was curious to know what people thought and would they even miss me. I was about to find out.
CHAPTER II
My wife Elena is the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Tall at almost six feet, her height was a commanding presence anytime that she entered a room. When she wore a dress or a skirt, the strong tall legs drew the room's attention instantly, and sometimes I would notice that women would be attracted to the length that she displayed in how she carried herself.
I barely matched her height, but I liked it that way. I always wanted a woman that I could see eye to eye with in more ways than one. Many of the women that I had dated in my lifetime were the type that either wanted to be dominated or to dominate, but I wanted someone who could carry her own weight equally with me. I wanted someone that when I asked a question; she had enough sense to give me a reasonable response. I did not expect her to know everything nor every answer, but I wanted her to be able to hold her own in conversation. I was well known and loved in the community, and it was no problem to find a job after I graduated from college. I did well and was made manager in just a few years. It only took about 10 years to become a senior manager before becoming VP of the company in a little under 15 years. We enjoyed the fruits of my labor with a spacious house to live in and a staff of 3 to assist Elena in her daily tasks. I had met Elena during my early years as a manager and we had married quickly, only dating for about 9 months.
The wedding was a grandiose affair, with white roses and carnations displayed in large quantities, as well as large candelabras that held gold candles. The catering was exquisite and only the best foods were served. I made sure to impress anyone who was there. I had to show that I could provide the right environment for any occasion, as I knew it would be required of me when throwing parties as I moved up the chain of command. Evidently, I proved my worth, because over time I was encouraged to display my abilities and present even more of the parties that everyone became accustomed to enjoying. I enjoyed being a gracious host, and there were definite benefits to being the life of the party. Some were seen, some unseen in a discreet corner or room in the house.
Just because I was married to the love of my life did not mean I could not partake in the pleasures that were presented to me sometimes.
Just like now. My current love had her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she laid her head on my chest while watching the monitor with me. The easy and relaxed breathing that she displayed on the rise and fall of her chest told me she was comfortable being in the same room with me while this was happening. I was unsure how she would feel, but she had insisted that she wanted to partake in this undertaking with me to show her support.
We both settled in to watch the happenings. I had a glass of wine in one hand and a cupped breast in the other. Shawna’s hands were drifting lower and lower, and I knew eventually what she would be up to. I let her continue to find her way and enjoy her happiness.