Trust
by Pan
Service
Anita bowed her head over the coffin.
She hadn’t known Kyle personally —barely at all, in fact. He and his family had moved in down the block a few years earlier, and they had never attended any of the big pool parties that Ted held on a regular basis.
Anita had brought them brownies once, and they’d been friendly but standoffish, and she hadn’t really tried to connect with them again.
And now, Kyle was dead, and his wife and children were left alone. A tragedy.
The church was full, and Anita was starting to understand why they hadn’t attended the party. She didn’t know much about Mormonism, but the two things that Ted’s parties were known for were beer and bikinis, neither of which were likely to have held much appeal to the religious family.
Honestly, they didn’t hold much appeal to Anita, either. She didn’t drink, and she didn’t have the kind of body that was truly flattered by a bikini. Not like a lot of the other housewives in the neighborhood: sometimes it felt like the main reason they attended was to get a chance to show off their figures.
Mrs. Winters, who lived two doors down, for example: if you saw her on the street, you’d think she was just another crotchety middle-aged woman. You’d never imagine that once a month or so, you could find her in Anita’s back yard, wearing a skimpy bikini that showed off her surprisingly shapely ass, and a pair of huge breasts that Anita sometimes felt must be fake.
But, fake or not, the men loved them —except Ted, of course. Anita knew that he would never sexualize another woman’s.
She trusted him.
He looked, of course. It would have been rude not to. But Anita knew he was just being polite; that it didn’t mean anything. And yes, he’d jump in the pool with Mrs. Winters (and the other bikini-clad women of their street) and play a game of water volleyball, hugging and sometimes even kissing his teammates when they won.
Anita would have been upset by how often his hands ended up on the other women’s breasts during the game, but he’d later explained that it was just because they were large and buoyant, and easy to confuse with the volleyball. Made perfect sense. And so often, when they were leaping and bouncing around the pool, they’d end up on top of Ted, but that was all just part of the game.
But Kyle and his presumably-Mormon wife and children... it wasn’t hard to understand why they’d avoided the parties.
Ted stood up, and Anita’s heart swelled with pride as she listened to her husband give a beautiful, tearful eulogy about a man who he barely knew. She’d always loved that about him —that he had so much room in his heart for others.
When the eulogy was over, she followed her husband as he went to the grieving family. The two boys were dressed in black suits, and looked sad and lost, but the wife and daughter were both wearing pink dresses and the wide smiles on their faces were as fake as Mrs. Winter’s breasts.
Anita didn’t have to look hard to see the tears behind those smiles.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Ted said, taking Kyle’s widow in his arms. Anita knew how comforting a hug from her husband could be. She hadn’t known them as a couple, but the look on the Mormon woman’s face told Anita everything she needed to know about how strong their marriage had been.
“Thank you so much for speaking today,” the widow said. “It was so... so...”
She trailed off, and Ted nodded, as if he understood perfectly. He always did; he was so good with words, and with people.
“Your husband was a great man,” he said, his voice low and comforting. “And he’ll be missed.”
Anita watched as the woman’s eyes teared up, and Ted hugged her again.
To Anita’s surprise, Ted didn’t release her. A line of people had started to form, waiting to pay their respects to the grieving woman, but still Ted held her, rubbing his hands along her back and whispering in her ear.
She couldn’t hear everything her husband was saying, but knew it would be the exact right thing. It always was.
As Anita waited for the hug to end, she awkwardly shifted from foot to foot, not wanting to interrupt, but not wanting to move away and leave her husband with a near-stranger.
Anita glanced apologetically at the growing crowd behind her, but no one seemed annoyed. Instead, they smiled and waited patiently for their turn to talk to the woman.
When she turned back, she was shocked to see that her husband’s hands had moved from the widow’s back to her ass, and that he was massaging it gently.
“Ted!” she hissed, and without stopping, her husband glanced at her in surprise.
“Yes?”
She gestured at his hands, and his eyebrows rose.
“Everyone mourns in different ways,” he said softly, and Anita flushed with embarrassment. She knew he was right; some people need a shoulder to cry on, while others must need a more... physical comfort.
Her annoyance evaporated, replaced by iration. She didn’t know how Ted did it, but he always knew exactly what people needed. For example, he knew that Mrs. Winters needed her car looked at almost every time Mr. Winters left town. Ted would go over to help and return hours later, sweaty and disheveled, with a look on his face that told Anita he was satisfied with a job well done.
She trusted him, of course, but even if she hadn’t… well, what other explanation could there be for the grease covering his fingers.
At least, Ted said it was grease. It looked more pale and sticky than she would have expected from grease, but what did Anita know about cars?
And when a neighbor’s daughter had been having boy problems, she’d gone to her Ted, and they’d sat in the living room talking for hours. When Anita had poked her head in to see if they needed anything, she’d seen her husband showing her how men liked to be kiss, the two of them giggling and blushing as they did.
He had such a big heart.
Anita brought herself back to reality, and noticed that his other hand had moved to the widow’s breasts, who was panting and moaning quietly. Anita’s eyes darted around the room, trying to see if anyone would say anything. She didn’t know much about the Church of Latter-Day Saints; surely this wasn’t a standard form of mourning.
But the two boys were looking anywhere but at their mother and the strange man, and the widow’s daughter was smiling and chatting to the next person in line.
“Ah,” the widow gasped, and Anita was startled to see the woman’s knees buckle. Only Ted’s grip on her kept her standing. God, she must have really been upset.
“Are you alright?” Anita asked, and the widow opened her eyes. She looked slightly dazed, but she nodded.
“Mm-hmm,” she said, before returning her attention to Anita’s husband.
Anita tried to make small-talk to the man behind her, but it was hard with her husband practically dry-humping another woman in front of her. Helping her mourn, she reminded herself, even as the widow’s moans of pleasure grew louder and louder. She turned around and tried to really focus on what the octogenarian member of Kyle’s church was saying.
When she next turned around, Ted was gone.
At least, that’s what it seemed like. It didn’t take long for Anita to realize what had happened —he was on his knees, beneath the widow’s dress. Perhaps he’d dropped something... but the way that the woman was clutching the coffin behind her and panting loudly told Anita otherwise.
Her eyes darted to the woman’s daughter, who was now chatting with the old man who Anita had been talking to. She didn’t seem to notice her father’s coffin start to vibrate, or hear the loud sound as her mother smacked it over and over again in her ion. Even as the loud cries of the woman’s orgasm filled the church, her daughter was smiling as though it was no more unusual than the sunlight streaming in through the stained glass windows.
When Ted crawled out from beneath the woman’s dress, he had a proud look on his face. Grabbing the widow’s face with both hands, he kissed her ionately... and when he pulled away, the fake smile of before was gone, replaced by a genuine look of contentment and happiness.
Ted shot his wife a wink, and Anita’s heart melted. Yes, it might have been a little unorthodox, but her husband had done a great thing. What the woman—and her whole family!—was going through was unimaginable, and the fact that Ted had managed to put a smile on her face even for a moment was nothing short of a miracle.
And for all she knew, this was a typical occurrence at a Mormon funeral. Perhaps that was why no one else had batted an eye.
Finally, the widow nodded, and Ted released her. She turned to her daughter and said something, and the teenaged girl —she looked to be a few months older than Kitty, who was about to turn eighteen —nodded, and took a step toward Anita’s husband.
In one of those silent conversations that only married couples can have, Ted’s glance asked for permission, and Anita’s nod granted it. Ted wrapped the daughter in his arms and held her tight; she must have had a similar need for physical , apparently, because Ted’s hands soon moved to her ass and breasts.
The line began moving again. Kyle’s neighbors and fellow Mormons paid their respects, all of them ignoring the middle-aged man making out with the busty teenage girl in the pink dress. The only ones not in line were the two boys, who were standing to the side and looking lost.
“Are you okay?” Anita asked the older of the two, and the blonde-haired teenager shook his head. “Oh, honey,” she said, before trailing off. She didn’t know what else to say. Ted was the wordsmith, after all.
She patted the teenager’s hand, and turned back to see if her husband could offer any advice. His pants were down around his ankles, his erect penis in hand as the teenaged girl licked and sucked it lovingly. Just like her mother, Anita could see that the worry and stress was beginning to clear from her face.
She turned back to the boys.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” she said, and the two nodded before slinking off, leaving Anita red-faced and feeling inadequate.
Anita sat down on a chair to the side, hoping that no one would think it too rude. The church was filled with the sounds of Ted and the teenage girl; they’d moved to the altar, the teenage girl’s dress around her waist, her breasts bouncing in the sunlight as Ted fucked her from behind. Every time the girl’s breasts bounced forward, her nipples brushed against the Book of Mormon that Anita could see on the pulpit.
For the first time in a long time, Anita felt jealous. Ted was so good at comforting people, and here she was, unable to do a single thing to help a young man deal with the loss of his father. Perhaps it was because he took risks that no one else was willing to take; right then, Anita heard him telling the teenage girl that she may have lost a piece of her family, but he was going to put a new one inside her.
She would never have thought of doing like that, but the teenage girl obviously loved the idea, her face taking on an expression of pure bliss as Ted’s let out a loud moan of his own.
Why couldn’t Anita be more like that?
Perhaps that was why God (Anita was fairly sure she did believe in God, though she wasn’t attached to any particular interpretation) had brought them into each other’s lives. Ted had strengths that she didn’t, and vice-versa.
And one of those strengths, apparently, was comforting a grieving family. For a moment, Anita hoped he wouldn’t move onto comforting boys next; they had been planning to go out for dinner, and would be late if he took as long on every moment of Kyle’s family.
A flush spread across Anita’s face as she realized how selfish she was being. This poor family had been broken by a sudden and unfair death, and she was worried about a dinner reservation?
And so Anita didn’t say a word as her husband finished with the teenage girl, and when he made his way to her side, she even offered to wait while he spoke to the boys.
“I think they’ll be okay,” he said, and she smiled up at him.
“You did really well today, honey.”
Ted returned her smile and gave her a kiss.
“Thanks,” he said, and Anita tried to ignore the scent of Kyle’s widow on his lips. “I was invited to come to their worship service next week, too.”
“But you’re not Mormon?”
“No,” Ted said. “But Kyle’s mother was too distraught to make it today, and I think it would be nice to be there for her. Plus, if I go a few times, I can probably convince them to us at the next pool party. Won’t that be nice?”
Anita nodded. She looked forward to getting to know the family a bit better... though, of course, not as well as Ted.
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