Mermaid

MermaidI had made a promise to my wife and I wanted so badly to keep it, but she must have known what would happen the moment she brought the beautiful mermaid into our home. At first I just tried to not look at the creature as she swam around playfully in her tank. This was quite a feat of will power, given that the tank dominated the largest wall of the living room. We had gotten it installed just for Melinda’s new mermaid. The tank ran all the way from the floor to ceiling, the top accessible only from the attic. Unfortunately, though, Melinda liked to show off our new pet. It wasn’t long before I was forced, by a living room of gawking company, to pretend that my appetite didn’t make me afraid to look at the tight, muscular beauty weaving happily between the strands of synthetic seaweed.

Her thick, red hair trailed behind her, whipping as she turned by flicking her sinewy tail. I let my eyes wander over her length. Her slender shoulders, flexing at every graceful move, was captivating. My eyes lingered only briefly on her thin waste, before slipping below the place where smooth, tan skin faded into scales. Further down below, her legs turned into a long, slick tail, but up near the waist and thighs, she was still very much shaped like a woman. With heat building under my collar, I only let my eyes linger on that perfectly shaped rear end for a moment before turning, admonishing myself – she was half fish and half woman, for god’s sake!

“Would anyone like a top off on their drink?” I asked making to leave the room, a perfect excuse to get out of there without raising suspicion.

The gathered neighbors gave the customary grunt of disinterested lack of attention and I left, but not before one last glance over my shoulder. I might have been okay if it hadn’t been for that last glance. The mermaid and I made eye contact. The shimmer of mischievous humor in those captivating, gray eyes told me that she new my wants. A quick, playful smirk graced her lips in the moment before she broke eye contact to flip around and swim another lap of her tank in the opposite direction.

It was the look in those knowing eyes, the smirk, and the curvature of her body just below where human turned to fish that would pummel my mind without mercy when I tried to sleep. I’d lay there, trying desperately to get her out of my head, but she’d just swim around faster and faster in the tank of my mind, teasing me until I got up to read, or get some late-night work done.

Sometimes during the day I’d sneak glances at her, knowing that it would only make things worse, but unable to help myself. When she’d catch me looking with that hungry look in my eyes, the siren would smile and turn around, peeking over her shoulder as she went, making sure that I was watching her flex her rear end majestically. She was inviting me.

After a week and a half of this, I couldn’t take it any more. Melinda had gone to the bank, the shoe shop, and the grocery store; she’d be gone for a few hours. I climbed into the attic and walked to the top edge of the tank. The mermaid was there already, waiting for me, that smirk on her face. As I reached down to lift her wet body out of the tank, she wrapped her thin arms around me and pulled her body close to mine, her breasts pressing against my chest. As I carried her down the stairs into the kitchen, she leaned her head onto my shoulder, her hot, heavy breathing on my ear.

I laid her down on the kitchen table, it was as good a place as any. As I did, the mermaid looked at me, biting her lip, her hands caressing her breasts. She was mine.

It may have been a wife’s intuition, or perhaps the smell of fish in the air, but Melinda knew what I had done as soon as she walked in.

“You bastard! You promised!” she wailed, running into the kitchen where she found me standing by the table, my clothes still wet.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I said, looking down at the altar of my guilt. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I hope she was worth it,” Melinda said bitterly, sitting down in a chair at the table in a huff.

“She was very good,” I said, “You can gauge for yourself, I guess. I saved you a prime fillet.”

She looked up at me, placing her purse on the table beside her and said, “That was very thoughtful of you, dear, I’m famished.”

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