No More Lost Opportunities [Fiction]

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Francis had had enough.

Three months ago, he had been living the perfect bliss with his newly married sweetheart, Belle. They had met two previous summers at the beach, while he was visiting his nursing aunt. He had happened upon the buxom beauty and although he had never been very active in that department, that fateful day, he walked up to her and asked her name. Maybe it was his bravado that had endeared him to her. He had never really understood why. They'd kept in touch for a few months, then right after Christmas, he had found a job near her home. It was a match made in heaven.

They first made love on New Year's day. They were at his aunt's place; he had invited her over. During supper, she had excused herself to go to the bathroom. She had hinted towards him - in fact, she had spent the entire day teasing him. He excused himself for some unrelated matter and joined her in the bathroom, where they started kissing and making out. They were temped to do it right there but they decided to find a more secluded spot. They went up the stairs, locked themselves in a guest bedroom and proceeded to a scene of fornication the likes of which neither had ever experienced before.

The next summer, as they were going steady, he took her back to the beach. They found a secluded spot for their sexual activities, after which he proposed to her. She empathically said yes.

They were married on February 14th.

Now, it had been three months and the honeymoon was over. Francis had tried to reason himself, but somehow he could not bear to rationalize his feelings. They were haunting him now for more than two months and a half, since they'd returned from their blissful honeymoon in Niagara Falls.

March had rolled over, then April, then May had begun, with its miniskirts, tank tops and swimsuits starting to show. Yet, for all that exposure, for all that stimulation, Francis and Belle had not had sex since their return from the honeymoon.

At first, Francis made excuses for her. She'd been in her period and she didn't like having sex during that time. He even wore the condom all the time, just to be on the safe side. She didn't believe in injecting hormones in her body, and Francis could understand her choice. But then the days piled into weeks, and Francis inquired. She felt moody, she didn't feel well, she was sick, she was tired, she was busy.

There were always excuses.

After two months and a half, Francis was fed up with this. He had not masturbated once since he'd started going out with her, around a year and a half ago. He'd never really had to. Even when she didn't feel like sex, she would usually pleasure him, either manually or orally. He had been living a life of luxury, but the well had run dry. He now provided release for himself at least three times a week, sometimes more. These last few days had been extremely hard on him. He'd had the unexpected visit of his brother and his wife, a small woman with luscious curves. At night, he heard them go at it in the guest bedroom. He had even hidden his spycam in the room to watch them fornicate. He'd masturbated to it afterwards, but had been mindful to delete the file. He'd never done anything of the sort before. His sexual need was just too overwhelming - and for the life of him, he could not fathom why his partner chose to ignore the obvious signs.

Now, his brother and his wife were gone. He was left to his own devices.

It was one night while he was surfing for porn on the internet that he finally noticed the ads his mind had been ignoring all this time: personal sites for sexual encounters.

The thought had never even crossed his mind before. Now, he was actually contemplating cheating on his wife. But could he? Surely, things would get better. Eventually, she would allow him access to her garden. But the lust was so great, he was not thinking straight.

Without regards for the consequences, he registered to the site. He filled out his profile, his desires and needs, his likes and preferences... and then he began to browse the profiles.

A new world opened before Francis on his computer. He stared into the infinite possibilities and wondered at the opportunities that lay, some literally, before him. He grinned. Something in him changed that night, a change that could have been avoided if only he'd had better communication and a better relationship with Belle. But now he was plunged into it - and he knew not where it would lead him.

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[molten man]

another excellent start!!

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It had taken another two weeks for Francis to actually consider answering an ad. There were many reasons for this. Francis was still unsure as how to proceed, and on some level, he did want his relationship with Belle to improve. Perhaps it had been because she had given him some glimmer of hope the following day, before they left for work. She had made suggestive hints that their weekend might be a moment to spend some quality time together. He had disregarded his idea for that time...

But then the weekend had rolled, and she had gotten sick from over working; if she'd at least taken care of him in some other fashion.

That night, he'd gone out with his friends at a strip joint, talking to his best friend Jason about his troubles.

"That's tough, man. I don't think I could hold out that long. Guess it's true what they say about married life."
"It sucks man... we used to hop around like rabbits. We'd fuck day in, day out, everywhere, anytime... she couldn't get enough. What happened?"
"You got married, dude."

The truth was, Francis' desire for his wife was still as strong as ever. He wanted her - not anyone else, but her. He couldn't really see himself spending the rest of his life with anyone else. But there was the sex... that damned sex thing, and those dancers all around him. His buddies paid him a lap dance, and the dancer got in his face, on his body. He litterally came into his pants just by her rubbing herself against his clothed form. He'd never done that before.

When he got home that night, he stripped down and took a bath. He cleaned himself up and got to bed, hoping the night's encounter would ease his tension. It didn't. He dreamt of that dancer all night, fucking her hard, in the mouth, in her pussy, even in her ass, something which he'd never done with his current partner. He came all over her, and she enjoyed it. She spanked him into pleasure and he spanked her back. He was lucky he wore boxers at night.

The next week rolled on and made no change in his sex life. He was avoiding the matter altogether. Belle seemed distant, no longer as attractive or enticing as a mate. She still remained a wonderful person, but she couldn't provide him with the satisfaction he craved.

That Friday night, Belle was out with her girlfriends for a movie night. Francis logged on to his favorite porn site and sought something to ease his passion. He saw the ad in the bottom of the screen. He opened a new window, this one with the adult friend site. He logged in. He remembered vividly his user name and password, as if they were burned into his mind. There, he perused the personals.

There was a chat system. He logged on. A lot of people were chatting. Profiles. Pictures. A big breasted red-head, according to the picture, was there. Somehow, he saw her smiling face and decided to chat her up. Her screen name was Butterfly69.

"Hi."
"Hi, Lovesick."
"How are you?"
"Pretty good. Where you at?"

The site was configured so you could theoretically chat with anyone, anywhere, but you could also see the physical location of the person you were talking to. She inquired as to his specific location. He gave a general description of his neighborhood without giving out his adress. He knew better than that.

"Wanna meet?"

She was more forward than he had imagined she would be.

"Sure. Where?"
"Grand Terrace."

There was a terrace downtown, near the big retail stores. Everyone knew it. His wife would be in a different part of town.

"Tonight?"
"If you're available."

This was going way too fast, but Francis was too enthralled in the moment to consider this.

"Sure."
"One hour, from now. I'll be wearing a long red coat."
"I'll be... in jeans and a... green shirt."
"See you there, Lovesick."

She logged off. It was all so sudden. Francis wondered for a moment if he was being played, but the curiosity was getting the better of him. Besides, he wanted to act on it while he still had the guts to do it. He hurried outside, took his car keys, then realized Belle had left with the car. The Terrace wasn't that far off. Only half an hour's walk. Why was he hurrying?

He locked the door, not bothering to leave a message behind. He made his way into the streets. It had been a long time since he had taken a walk. Unfortunately, he soon realized that this allowed him time alone to think.

What was he doing? Going to the Terrace in the middle of the night, or late in the evening, to meet a girl? But he was married. But he hadn't had real sex in more than three months now. He craved it. But would he even get it? Was it worth the effort? Was he justified? Was he a bastard for doing this? Was he unfaithful? The mariage had not been consumated since the wedding night. He wanted this. But what if she found out? The questions rummaged in his head until he realized that he was there.

The Terrace was bereft of a crowd at this time. Only a few people hung out. He was wary of being recognized, but he realized that no one he knew was there. He sat down at a bench and waited. This time, his mind was blank. He was staring into the distance when a voice called up to him.

"Lovesick?"

He looked sideways and his eyes froze on the figure. There was standing the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Flowing red hair, green eyes, luscious lips, perfect curves, wearing a red coat under which a black mini-skirt could be perceived. She wore black high heels. His heart skipped a beat.

"I'm Barbara..."
"Francis. Hi!"

She smiled at him.

"Don't be shy."
"I'm sorry, I'm just..."
"New at this? I can tell. Don't worry. We'll go... as fast as you want."

He smiled, looking away for a moment.

"How do we?"
"Well, I'd start by looking to go somewhere more private. A question: do you have it?"
"Have what?"

For a moment, hesitation reared its ugly head: a prostitute? That's not what he wanted. But she calmed his anxiety, yet at the same time excited him, with her answer.

"The condom."
"Uh... no."

She winked.

"Don't worry. I brought one. I hope it fits."

There was playfulness in her voice.

"You've never done this before, Francis... right?"
"Never... I'm a little..."
"Married?"

He stared at his wedding ring. Why hadn't he taken it off?

"Uh... I'm..."
"It's okay. I'm married too."
"You are?"
"Sure."
"Does... he know?"
"No. She doesn't either, does she?"

He looked away.

"Look, Francis, you seem like a nice guy, and I don't wanna get you in trouble and all, but I came here for something... now, if you want to change your mind, that's okay, but don't string me around. I could be elsewhere."
"No... it's... No, just. You're right. We should go somewhere."
"Great. Follow me."

She grabbed Francis' hand; he felt the coldness of the metal on his ring finger. He took off the ring and pocketed it. He would have to remember to put it back on before getting home. He followed Barbara like a puppy, letting her lead him to a small motel just beside the Terrace. The place had an unclean look about it.

"I'll pay upfront for the room; you can pay me back later."
"Pay you back?"
"Yeah, we split it. No credit cards. Just cash."
"Makes sense."
"And if you don't want your wife finding out, I'll give you a few pointers... for next time."

Francis was hooked. There was no way to back down now. He was into it, and he knew it would go all the way. The question was: could he go back, afterwards? Or was he signing the death warrant on his relationship with Belle?

[molten man]

It has a nice interesting start..

Lets see how this one develops!!

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Francis was very nervous. Barbara closed the door to the motel room and went over to the bed. Francis just stood there, staring. The room was cheap: they had paid for three hours. Francis had remained some distance from the clerk so as not to be seen. Barbara had paid, taken the key, and they had walked in silence towards the room.

Now, Francis' knees were shaking.

"Sit."

Barbara tapped on the side of the bed, but Francis did not move. He just stared back at the door.

"Francis..."
"Yes?"
"Do you even want to be here?"

He stared at her voluptuous figure. Her curves were so exquisite; the dress she wore was absolutely stunning. Her exposed legs seemed to have the softness of silk. Her exposed arms left the same impression. Her reddish hair, somewhat wild, told of the many pleasures which this woman - Barbara - could provide him. Her entire presence hinted at the release he craved for.

"Do you?"
"Yes."

He sounded desperate. He didn't like it.

"How long has it been?"
"Three months..."

His answer was without emotion, like a machine.

"You're overexcited... hmmm..."

She seemed troubled by it, but Francis could not figure out why.

"Come over here, please."

He finally managed to get his legs moving. He sat down beside her.

"The way you're strung, I'm probably not going to get much out of you..."

He felt he should understand what she was talking about but his mind was elsewhere.

"Lie back."

He moved up on the bed and laid down on his back. She unbuttoned his pants. He shivered.

"Sshhhh..."

She whispered softly. He closed his eyes. She started to pull down his pants, mindful not to touch his manhood as she did so. She exposed his underwear, grey boxers. She could see him coming around. There was an opening at the front. Carefully, going as gently as she could, she pulled his penis out through the opening. He was hard already, throbbing.

"Lie back. Let me do this."

She grabbed him with her left hand and started pumping up and down. Within seconds, Francis was at the point of ecstasy and shooting his load into the air. Barbara hurriedly went to get a tissue to clean him up. Francis was beside himself. He couldn't believe what had just happened. But Barbara seemed to be in complete control; he didn't want to take it away from her. He remained silent and motionless as she cleaned up his semen and tossed the tissue into the wastebasket.

"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I was expecting this."
"The way you were strung up, yeah. You were ready to explode."
"Anyway, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay."

He looked away, then back at her. His sex was slowly getting limp again. He was both disappointed and relieved.

"What now?"
"Well... that's really up to you. I suppose if I left, I could always get another date before the night is over. But I'd ask you to pay fully for the room, considering..."

It seemed reasonable. He had done the unthinkable - even if that unthinkable had been rather tame, given what he was expecting. He had let another woman touch him and take care of him. She didn't seem too shocked or sad about it. Perhaps it was best to call it a night, pretend the whole thing had never happened.

"Or you could help me get off too...."

Barbara's voice trailed in the air. Francis' heart skipped a beat.

"I really didn't know how you'd be so..."

She retrieved her purse, looked into it, then pulled out something which Francis immediately recognized. It was a long shaft, made of red plastic, with ridges on it.

"...I brought a friend..."

Francis' mind raced in his head. Barbara was politely asking him to masturbate her, using the dildo. He could say no. And yet...

"Well, I suppose I could... I mean... I owe you, sort of..."

She smiled at him.

"Why don't we both get undressed then..."

She backed away from the bed, getting up; she started undoing the buttons on her dress, revealing some more skin as she went down. The dress slid off her body. She did not wear any bra. Her breasts popped into view. She was wearing a racy red thong. She had nothing else on. Her skin was glistening with small beads of sweat already.

"Your turn..."

Francis first pulled his shirt off; he wasn't the most handome of shapely of men but he was fairly good looking. She looked him over as he removed his pants. He put his limp shaft back into his underwear.

"What now, Romeo?"

Suddenly, Francis realized he was in control. It was up to him how things went from here. His release a few moments later had cleared his head; he was now in charge of pleasuring this gorgeous red-head, all over her superbly sculpted body. The possibilities were mind-numbing. But it was his choice how to proceed - or how to hold back. But the chains that were holding him back a moment later were gone. He was free from any attachment.

It was his time; his power was absolute.

[molten man]

awesome writing as usual...

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Barbara moved to the bed and lay on her back; she gently removed her panties, exposing a fully shaven pubic area to Francis, who had a hard time looking away. His lover, Belle, barely trimmed it at all. He'd had previous girlfriends who had done so. He'd never bothered to ask her - but now that he thought about it, he might have liked for Belle to do the same. Not that it had mattered in the last three months.

"Don't be shy..."

Francis was still sitting on the edge of the bed, in his gray boxers. He thought about his desire for sex, for this specific girl, but that wasn't sufficient for his sex to come back to full attention; at best did it make a slight bulge in his pants.

The red device, now lying on the bed beside him, spoke in different tones. It was slim, ridged, approximately ten inches in length. His eyes went up to Barbara's breasts, which was gently fondling.

"Do you want me to start on myself and then you can join in?"

He didn't answer.

"All right, toss me the dildo."

Francis' hand froze: it took a conscious effort for him to reach down, grab the device and hand it to Barbara. She moved it up and set it between her ample breasts; then, with her left hand, she started twiddling around her sex, letting her fingers gently slide along her lips; she then concentrated on the upper region, closing her eyes.

Francis couldn't look away, but then again, he didn't know where to look either. Her face was beginning to contort with the signs of stimulation and pleasure; her eyes disappeared behind her eyelids; her mouth twinged as she bit the corner of her lip softly; the round mounds of her breasts wobbled a little, holding the red dildo in place between them; her stomach was silky, almost glistening; her right hand drew circles around her navel, then slid along her curvy side; her ample thighs were raised in a right angle with her lower legs; her sex was starting to glisten as well, as she became more and more stimulated from her own touch.

Francis felt his heart race; his mind, however, was blank, as his eyes hovered the gorgeous female form touching herself in front of him. For a moment, she was his Belle, she was his wife, and it really didn't matter all that she had put him through in the past few months. A moan from Barbara pulled him from his reverie.

Barbara retrieved the dildo with her right hand and, parting the lips of her sex with her left fingers, proceeded to put the device inside her, gently at first, as it seemed reluctant to enter. She didn't force it in; instead, she just slid across her entry point, making sure she was appropriately wet. When she tried the maneuver again, it slid right into her.

It hadn't been that long since Francis had released, but the entire experience was restoring his body; he was hard again, not as hard as he'd been previously, but enough to feel the nudge against his boxers. Instinctively, he pulled them off. Barbara seemed pleased by what she saw. She motioned for him to move closer.

"Take over for me, please."

She guided his hand to the red device, and used her own hand to show him how to proceed; he gently started moving about, making the device slide in and out of her. She bit her lip more hardly; her right hand then reached down to his hardening manhood.

"Come closer."

He moved towards her.

"More."

He finally understood what she wanted. He moved his entire lower body towards her, giving her full access to his sex. She bent her upper torso to the side so her mouth could reach his sex. First, she stared at it; then, she planted her lips on it, kissing it gently. It throbbed. She giggled, then moaned from the stimulation she was receiving.

"Slower... don't hurt me."
"Sorry."

Francis was having a hard time handling all that was going on, but he didn't want to stop, nor did he want to disappoint.

Barbara reached down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his sex, licking it with the tip of her tongue. She wanted him long and hard again as soon as possible, but she knew not to rush it. Meanwhile, Francis was doing his best to pleasure her using the red dildo; he didn't seem to be doing too bad, but she didn't moan as much now as she when she'd been doing it to herself.

Eventually, Barbara pulled away from him, and she told him to stop. She removed the device from her sex and tossed it aside. She stared hard at Francis' erect form.

"See... now what do we do?"

The question hung in the air. The power was still in Francis' hands.

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Francis finally managed to take some form of initiative.

"This is wonderful, Barbara... I... want... to eat you out."

She smiled at him.

"All right. But go slow. No teeth."

He hadn't even envisionned the possibility of biting. He was somewhat shocked that she had brought it up; and now that she had, he almost wanted to try it. But then again, he wouldn't want her to bite him, so it was best to keep that strange notion out of his head.

"I'm clean, by the way..."

For a moment, he didn't understand. She was sweaty and she smelled of sex. Francis wasn't used to this kind of talk.

"Oh! Me too."
"That's good... but if we get around to... I'm still going to ask you to use the condom."
"That's fair."

To be honest, Francis didn't really enjoy eating out a girl; it wasn't his favorite position at all, and the taste was always unusual. But the circumstances here warranted experimentation, trial and error, and even discomfort to some extent. Try as he might, Francis could not shake the notion that he was cheating on his wife; he couldn't really justify it other than a physical need that she couldn't fulfill. There were bound to be repercussions; he would deal with them at another time. But in his mind, a part of him still wanted to feel guilty for what he was doing with this gorgeous red-head.

Barbara positioned herself fully on her back again and spread her legs apart as wide as she could; she was very flexible. Francis moved his face down between her legs; the smell was both revolting and intoxicating, it was hard to describe exactly the effect it had on him.

His first act of business was to start kissing the inside of Barbara's thighs. They were silky smooth, not a spot of hair in sight. His tongue slid across the thigh, moving upwards, stopping a moment before it got to her sex. She shivered from the touch. He repeated the motion, this time on the inside of the other thigh. She shivered again.

He planted a gentle kiss on her sex. She moaned slightly. He opened his mouth and gently placed his tongue on the top part of her labia and took a quick lap, like a cat licking its milk up. The image stayed in his mind and froze him for a moment.

"Oh...."

This time, the utterance was very vocal. His breath was on her sex; it felt warm and sensual. He placed another kiss, this time parting his lips so his tongue could play around a little. He felt Barbara twinge with every moment; she seemed highly sensitive to his stimulation at this point.

"Harder... please..."

He locked lips with her sex; the lack of pubic hair made it very easy for him to do so. He had always hated that with Belle (and his previous girlfriends as well). He always imagined it felt like a mustache. He hated mustaches. He'd grown one in college and had realized it didn't suit him. Why was he thinking about that?

He dove in, more fiercely. Barbara's hands went to the back of his head and pulled him in. She trembled as she forced him into her, his tongue sliding across her lips madly, his breath hard, almost rhythmic. Barbara moaned all the while, trying to push him deeper, as if his entire face could fit inside her.

Francis pulled away hard. He was running out of breath.

"Oh... Don't stop..."
"I just..."

She pulled him back in. He pulled back out. She released his head and started panting heavily out of frustration.

"Dammit."
"What?"
"Go back in... now! Please!"

He didn't quite understand what the hurry was, but somehow he was afraid things would go sour. He ignored his own discomfort and dove into her again, this time making his best effort not to pull away when he started to feel pressured. His mouth slapped loudly against the lips, his tongue did the same. The noise wasn't that stimulating for him, but Barbara was rolling in ecstasy, her back arching on the bed; she tilted her hips from side to side.

He heard a loud groan on her part, and then she fell limp. He pulled away and immediately collapsed on the bed. He'd pulled his stunt farther than expected. Meanwhile, Barbara kept moaning and groaning in satisfaction; it seemed the orgasm was lasting more than just a few seconds. She shivered with delight from the pleasure, then came resting down on the bed after about ten seconds.

"Are you okay?"

Francis regretted asking the question immediately afterwards, but she didn't actually hear it. He was relieved.

"Oh God! I needed that so bad... oh..."

She looked up.

"Did you say something?"
"No... just admiring the view. Wow."

She giggled and forced herself to stand.

"Sorry about my reaction... it's just..."
"Just what?"
"Well, I don't know about other girls but... once you get me started, and I'm riding my way to my orgasm, you don't stop... I go down really fast if you don't keep at it, you know."
"Sorry. I didn't know."
"Well now you do. I think... it's the same for every girl."

She smiled at him, just to show that there were no hard feelings. She looked down; he was kneeling on the bed; his shaft was now as hard as it had been at the start of their encounter. She licked her lips and looked into his eyes.

"Are you ready?"

She marked the end of her question with a long stare. Francis was getting involved deeper and deeper with Barbara every minute he spent with her. And this wasn't even over. It could have been over several times already, but Francis had kept going. He didn't want to waste any more time on his troubles; he wanted to spend his energies on the solution. And the solution right now was Barbara.

"I'm ready."

He smiled at her. There was no more innuendo in the room. Things were clear and definite. He was going to take her. That was his only option now. Follow through and deal with the repercussions later.

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A few months ago, it had been impossible for Francis to visualize himself having sex with anyone but his Belle; she was the love of his life, she was destined to be his wife, maybe even bear his children eventually.

Things had changed.

He was in a hotel room with a stranger, a red-head with ample breasts, a shapely figure and darling eyes, ready to have sex. He'd already gone through several stages of desire and holding back. No more did he want to hesitate, but one last thought came to mind.

What if tonight...?

His thoughts immediately went to Belle. Her luscious form, her ravishing figure, her sweet moans whenever he made love to her, all these things returned to the forefront and imposed themselves upon the scene. She could come back from her night out with her friends horny or drunk, or both - perhaps this was the night he would finally have sex with his wife again. Perhaps...

The disillusion took over once more. Three months. Why would tonight be any different? He needed this. He needed to feel someone's sex wrapped around his shaft; he wanted to feel the lust and wanton abandon that came with it. Barbara was here, eager, waiting, ready.

He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He was hard again; enough time had elapsed since she had given him release. He didn't smile much - he was all about business right now. She spread her legs and he slid his shaft against her sex; the contact made them both tingle.

"Francis... Condom."

He had almost forgotten. She had taken it out of her purse earlier. It was there, right on the side of the bed. He didn't really want to put it on. He could probably push into her right now; she would probably even let him. And yet, there was this agreement between them, unsaid, which made the wearing of the latex mandatory, even if they both were clean, even if she was probably on the pill.

He reached and tore the plastic apart, pulling out the latex. It easily slid onto his shaft; he didn't want to struggle with it anyway. Barbara smiled and gave him the go-ahead.

He thrust into her in one swoop and moaned - he remained there, deep inside her for a moment, motionless, enjoying the sensation. She had cringed and moaned as well.

"Oh...."

With some ease, he started pacing back and forth into her; she reached her hands to his buttocks and started pulling him in as well. Before long, he was riding as hard and as fast as he could; she was panting heavily, moaning often though not very loudly; he didn't want to pace himself. He wanted to take back his sexual appetite. Eventually, after many thrusts, his hips started to hurt and give out; he was forced to stop.

Barbara was moaning loudly. He went at it again, but his hips couldn't keep the same frenetic pace twice. He stopped. She was smiling.

"See how easy that was..."
"Come on, turn around."

She smiled; he pulled out of her, mindful for the condom not to slip off of him. She got down on all fours, presenting her rear end to him; he could see the glistening fluids off her lower lips. He readied himself and thrust back into her; this time, she couldn't contain her moans as much. He went at it with less force; she seemed to enjoy it as much and it didn't tire him so. He preferred this position to the other; it was less tiring.

He pumped away recklessly, his mind completely blank for a while; then an image of Belle emerged and suddenly, he was doing this to his wife. She was here, with him in the room, being taken like the sexual beast that she had been. He was finally having sex with her.

Barbara called him back to the moment.

"I want to ride you..."

He pulled out; the condom stuck in place this time without any help. She pushed him on his back, climbed on top of him and slid down; there was no effort there at all. He just laid back, his hands reaching just below her breasts as she bounced up and down on him, then grinded her sex against his. Barbara's shape was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. He felt the urge to release rise again, but it didn't stick this time and went back down. Meanwhile, Barbara was pleasing herself, taking full charge of the situation. Francis just laid back and took it.

Barbara collapsed on top of him after a strong but silent orgasm. Her breasts went to rest against his chest; her lips met his and they kissed passionately, the first time since they'd gotten together in the room. She seemed quite satisfied from the encounter - but Francis wanted to give her more.

He pushed her off; the condom almost slid off as she pulled up so he had to hurry, grab it and hold it in place. He laughed about it.

"Wow... I'd say you were worth the wait."
"Hang on."

He got her on knees on the bed, then went behind her again and slid back into her sex, this time pulling her body up against his, grabbing her breasts with his hands.

"More?"
"More..."

His lips on her neck, his hands on her breasts, he rocked her on him back and forth, sliding in and out as best as he could; he could sense his own climax coming again; he didn't want it to break so he kept pumping, tilting her body back against his. She didn't seem to mind at all; one of his hands left her breast and went down across her stomach to the edge of her sex; she moaned with delight. This time, the rush inside him did not subside and kept rising. As he gently fingered the edge of her sex, as he pushed his shaft hard into her, he exploded in a sharp but satisfying orgasm. She fell back down to the bed face first, and he gave a few additional thrusts - and that was it. He almost collapsed on her.

"Pull out..."

He did so; the condom followed, now only half on his shaft. He rolled onto his back and laid there.

Barbara laid on her side and stared at his exhausted figure.

"You needed that so bad..."
"I did... Damn... I didn't know that... oh..."
"You're sweet, Francis."

She got on her back as well before speaking.

"Normally, I'd love to sleep here for a while, but I only paid for two hours, and we've already gone past half that, so..."
"It's okay. I should get home before she does..."
"Do you regret it?"

The question lingered in the air.

"Truth be told, Barbara, no... I needed it. So bad. I'm not going to tell her, though. I'm not sure I'm going to do it again. I guess... I'll have to see."

She smiled at him.

"You know what my motto is, Francis?"

He looked at her.

"Tell me."
"There are only so many opportunities in life to have fun. I don't want to waste any of them. And I'll be honest with you; what we did here was pretty tame compared to what I do sometimes. No insult to you, it was great."
"Tame?"
"Well... yeah... maybe what you and your wife need is something you can't provide for each other. A lot of couples are like that. Like my husband and me."
"But he doesn't know what you do?"
"What would be the point of telling him? Getting him upset? Getting a divorce? I love him. He just can't give me all the sex I need."
"I can't even imagine that on my end. I can't get enough."
"Everybody's different."

Barbara shook her head and got up from the bed. She slid her hands across her body as she stretched.

"There are places where couples can go to work out their problems."
"Like therapists?"
"No... well yes, but that's not what I meant."
"Like what then?"
"Places... I can send you a few details over the internet... if you want to."
"Sure."

She turns to him.

"You'd better take a shower too; I didn't bite, didn't leave any marks on you that could tell of what happened, but another woman can smell these things."
"You really have done this before."
"And I'll do it again. This is sex, Francis. Nothing more. Sex between strangers, maybe eventually friends."
"Can we... do it again, sometime?"
"Maybe. We'll see. But I'm not exclusive. I'm not having an affair. I'm having adventures. There's a difference."
"Understood."

She smiled again.

"You're just so cute, so innocent yet."

Francis did not feel innocent, but he also did not feel guilty. He'd taken what he needed from her; only time would tell if he could live with his decisions in the long term. Right now, he was finally content. And that meant a lot in the greater scheme of things.

That meant quite a lot indeed...

[molten man]

excelent writing!!

[interesting]

It had happened during the wedding.

Belle was certain Francis hadn't noticed. He never did notice important things. He only noticed trivial things. He had never been good at the big picture. She hated him for it. She loved him so much for the rest but she hated him for it.

Granted, Belle had probably exagerrated the whole thing. She was willing to admit it.

Belle was leaning on the couch at her friend Laurie's place. She was wearing a mid-hip length black skirt and a white blouse, with the top two bottoms undone. Her hair was loose. She was drinking her fourth glass of wine in a row. She gulped it down and handed the glass over to Laurie for a refill.

"I think you've had enough."
"I'll say when I've had enough."
"Bella..."

Belle lowered her head. Only Laurie called her that. Belle looked up and imagined she was Laurie for a moment. Gorgeous blonde hair, luscious lips, perky breasts hidden under a red sweater, tight pants that accentued her already curvacious body. She wanted to be Laurie. She wanted to be unmarried and free.

The two other girls in the room were also severely inebriated. There was Ramala, flaunting her perfect figure in Belle's face as she sported a miniskirt and a tank top that left little to the imagination. Ramala's dark skin told of her African-American heritage. Then there was Li. Her slightly braided eyes fell on Belle; she wore loose dark pants and a t-shirt, behind which two small but firm breasts showed. Li was only half-asian.

Belle stared at her friends and found herself ugly.

Ramala walked up to Belle and literally crawled on top of her, kissing her forehead.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"
"Stop that..."

Laurie pulled Ramala off of Belle and sat beside her.

"Bella, what's going on with you? You haven't been yourself in quite a while."

Belle's head leaned sideways to Laurie's shoulder.

"I love you girls, you know that."
"And you're drunk..."
"We love you too!"

Li jumped off the couch and twirled on herself before falling down. She giggled for no reason.

"Ramala, take Li into the other room."
"And do what?"
"Shave her head. I don't care. Just do it. I want to talk to Bella in private."
"You just want to have sex with her, right!"
"Ramala!"

Ramala laughed it off; she was as inebriated as Li but at least she could walk.

"Fine..."
"Get her undressed and set her in my bed. She'll feel better in the morning."

Ramala picked up Li and carried her over into the other room.

"And close the door."

Ramala did as she was told. Belle and Laurie were left alone in the room. Belle's head lifted itself and locked lips with Laurie, who pulled away.

"You're so out of it..."
"Am not."
"Yes you are. You should sleep."

Laurie wanted to pull away but Belle held onto her tightly.

"No."
"You don't want me to go?"
"No..."

And she hugged Laurie, squeezing her head against her breasts. Laurie shrugged and held her best friend against her for a moment. Belle eventually pulled away.

"I want more wine."
"You've had enough..."
"I want more!"

Suddenly, Belle burst into tears for no reason - the alcohol (and other substances) in her blood were talking their toll. Laurie grabbed Belle and held her tight again. Belle sobbed for a moment then literally fell asleep. Laurie wrapped her arms around Belle and let her lie there. How could she abandon her friend, given what she knew, given what she had seen - and done - at the wedding?

Laurie recalled the bachelorette party. It had been pretty wild, with naked boys, most of the girls getting laid (except for her and Belle). But that had just been the tip of the iceberg. It was expected that there would be debauchery at the bachelorette party, and there had been. She'd never seen so much dick in a single place; all the guys wanted to fuck the party girls. Ramala had slept with three different men that night. Belle and Laurie had fended off a lot of propositions that night. Perhaps it was because they hadn't given in that things had gone sour the next day.

The wedding was about an hour away. Francis was already pacing inside the Church. Laurie, as maid-of-honor, acted as intermediary between bride and groom, because they couldn't see each other. It was bad luck.

Laurie made her into the room where Belle was anxiously waiting - and found her best friend in the lingerie she would wear under her dress. Belle was unable to get into her dress. Belle seemed flushed and out of breath. Laurie hurriedly entered the room and closed the door.

"What's wrong?"

Laurie had always been fairly observant. She noticed that Belle's fingers were slightly moist; she noticed a stain of humidity on her panties.

"Have you been touching yourself? In Church?..."
"Yes. I'm sorry."

Belle was shaking.

"What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts?"
"Yes... no... I don't know. It's just... last night after the party, I got home and I... I couldn't sleep. So I... played with myself like crazy."
"Really?"

The girls had had previous conversations so this did not feel awkward at all.

"And this morning... I just can't stop..."
"So you're not okay?"
"No... God, Laurie, I just want to fuck. That's insane, right."
"Well, I could always get your future husband her for a quickie..."
"No! I can't see him..."
"Bad luck, okay. What do you wanna do about it?"

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

"Thing is, Laurie, I can't bring myself to come... seriously. I've been touching myself like crazy since last night, and I can't... I can't... seriously."

Laurie was perplexed. The excitation of the previous night, seeing their girlfriends having sex in the club had been quite a rush. Belle had probably become fixated on the idea. Laurie's mind was always quick to find answers, even if in retrospect, it hadn't been the best she'd ever had.

"Well..."

Laurie looked about the room and recovered a candle.

"Will this do?"

Laurie seemed a bit shy as she presented the long candle to her friend. Belle was amazed.

"I can certainly try..."
"I'll leave you alone, then."
"No... just... can you stay?"
"I suppose..."

Given their level of intimacy, the fact that they'd both seen each other naked several times, watching her best friend masturbate wasn't that big a deal. Besides, she could keep watch, in case someone decided to show. Laurie locked the door. Belle pulled down her panties, exposing her partially shaven pubic hair. She spread her legs, placing one on a chair. She started to play with the candle, then gently slid it into her.

"Careful so it doesn't break."

Laurie was always mindful of things. Laurie tried to look away, but the sight of her half-naked best friend touching herself and inserting the candle into her was extremely erotic. Laurie was also reminded of all the sex she had encountered the previous night and it made her extremely horny. She felt her own panties slowly becoming damp. Belle was really going at it and Laurie was starting to shake.

Belle looked up from her work and stopped.

"Are you all right?"
"Sure..."
"You're horny."
"Well... you're sort of... and... I was there last night too."
"Join me."
"What?"
"Get a candle and join me."

Belle was always straightforward, a quality that Laurie valued in her. The hesitation was palpable, but Laurie retrieved another candle, pulled down her panties and set herself in the same position as Belle, facing her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..."
"It's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Still..."

Laurie exposed her own shaven sex and started to play with the candle. It was highly erotic; Belle lowered the cups on her bra, exposing her wonderful cleavage. Laurie shivered at the sight. It was one thing to see them in the shower and quite another to see them in this context. Belle was moving her hips back and forth. Suddenly, the candle slid into Laurie's sex and she almost screamed. She held it in and began to ride the candle in and out of her.

Staring at each other into their eyes, the girls pleasured themselves into an almost simultaneous orgasm, something they had never experienced before.

"Oh! wow! Oh! So good..."

Laurie's initial reflex was to walk towards Belle and kiss her; suddenly, Belle was kissing her back. They were locked in their embrace. Then, Laurie's dress was off and they kept on kissing. Laurie kneeled in front of Belle and planted her mouth on her sex and started kissing and licking it. Laurie pulled her fingers down into her own sex as Belle shivered under her touch. The moment froze for them and they both orgasmed again, with the same force as they had previously. They both collapsed to the floor and kept kissing for a long moment, holding their half-naked bodies against each other's.

"Oh God! Laurie..."
"Oh Bella..."

All of a sudden, it dawned on them that they had just had sex. And then the questions really started to pour.

Laurie was aware that Belle had been too shocked to do anything about it; she'd gone off and married Francis all the same. But she also knew that when they had returned from their honeymoon, Belle had felt guilty for what had happened, and that guilt had become an overriding principle. Belle did not even touch herself anymore. Every Friday, she met up with her best friends, they hung out, Belle got drunk and passed out, and Laurie never got to bring the topic back up to the surface. Belle was completely gone now, and only an intervention could snap her back. But Francis would never understand. And Laurie couldn't trust Ramala or Li to take it seriously, nor could she trust their confidentiality. Ramala's comment had been too close for comfort.

Laurie was trapped in her own lie, the same lie that was destroying Belle from within, and who knew how it affected Francis.

Bottom line: someone was eventually going to get hurt when the truth got out.

[molten man]

nice one!! Keep it going..

[interesting]

It was Sunday morning and Francis was still in bed. Belle had got up around 10 in the morning. She was now in her bath. That was usually the time that Francis went to the computer to masturbate to some porn.

But this morning, he did not feel like masturbating. He did not even feel like getting up. His mind was blank, safe for one thing.

An entire week had passed since his encounter with the lovely Barbara. An entire week had gone by that he had played innocence. It seemed that Belle didn't suspect a thing. Nor did anything else happen on that front either. Barbara's hips had been enough to quench his thirst for sex; a little over a week after that, he was still content. But everything he did, every gesture he took began to feel calculated. He had been mindful to erase the logs of his conversation with Barbara on the computer. But there were still nagging doubts, even if they were only in his mind. Belle had not come up to him either in the week, so the distance they maintained between each other kept him safe from discovery.

Somewhere inside of his soul, Francis was becoming aware that the deception he was playing upon her was actually taking its toll and that, sooner or later, the bubble would burst.

He finally got up and went to the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed. Since his encounter with Barbara, he had started training again. He'd practically given it up when he started going out with Belle. Something was amiss and this renewed vigor was also a way for him to rekindle some lost energy. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the counter.

He heard the splashing of water. His naked wife was in her bath. He felt a hard-on coming. Why should she still turn him on after all that she had put him through? Rage was slowly seeping into his pores. He set down the coffee mug hard; the handle broke.

"Fuck!"
"What?"

He heard her voice from the other.

"I broke my coffee mug..."
"What?"

He got up and raced to the closed door. He almost screamed at it.

"I said I broke my goddamned coffee mug!"
"Well, you have to be more careful with it."

Something in him snapped at her comment. He tugged at the handle; she had locked the door. No problem. The lock could be snapped from the outside. He did so and entered. She seemed shocked, actually covering herself when he came barging in.

"Francis, what's..."

He stared at her. She was cringing away from him. She was afraid of him. For a moment, the anger welled up inside him and he wanted to hit her; but then, he let it go and the anger turned to disarray and confusion. She simply stared at him in silence, lowering her hands, exposing her form to him.

"Dammit, Belle... How long are we gonna keep this up?"
"What?"

He looked down at his erect shaft.

"This!"
"I just... I mean..."
"Shut up. Why... don't you want to fuck me anymore?"

She stared at him. He had tried to bring up the conversation previously, but she'd always dismissed him, shooed him away or walked off. She was naked in her bathtub; the only exit was behind Francis.

"I just... I..."
"Tell me! Or do me! Or don't, but make up your mind..."

She felt ashamed and guilty, now knowing how he felt exactly, trying to understand his frustration. She had been punishing him for her own failure, and she did love him still, so why... the answer was obvious, but she couldn't tell him. Francis was the jealous type. He would never understand. And she didn't feel like...

"Come here..."
"Why?"
"Move closer to the bath... Come on."

He moved slowly, as if every step was cumbersome. She got up to her knees, her eyes at his crotch level. She teased a hand onto his shaft.

"Belle, don't..."
"Ssshhh...."

She kissed it.

"I haven't been very kind to you, have I?"

He didn't answer. He wasn't sure if she was talking to him or to his penis.

She wrapped her lips around it and started bobbing up and down. Francis shivered. Pangs of guilt built up inside his stomach, but he ignored them; he would deal with them later. She was finally giving in - giving head. She pulled away for a moment. She lowered her head.

"What's wrong? Please don't stop..."
"Francis, I..."

Francis just stared at her, pleading. She ignored her own feelings and went back to work on him. She felt angry at herself for having ignored him for so long. Francis had faded into the background after the honeymoon, after she'd reconnected with Laurie. Laurie... wonderful best friend. Why did things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't she stay mad at Laurie? Why was she mad at Francis, he who hadn't done anything to deserve this?

Francis was moaning; he was reliving his first times with Belle in that instant, allowing her sweet luscious lips to caress his shaft in a delectable fashion. She used her tongue as well, and held him firmly with her hand.

Belle's instincts of guilt led way to feelings of humiliation; she deserved to be humiliated for her failure in all her relationships. She pulled away from his cock but kept stroking, harder and faster. She then did something she had never done before; she closed her eyes and allowed him to empty himself onto her face. Francis only realized a moment later what Belle had willingly done. Why was she debasing herself like this? Was it her way to show contrition? But Francis had other worries in his own mind, namely two; one, would this be a one-time occurrence and two, could he live with himself given what he had done with Barbara?

Time stood still. Both husband and wife stared long into the abyss, not realizing that the abyss was staring back at them.

Suddenly, truth reared its ugly head.

"Francis... I... had an adventure."

The words popped out of Belle's still-messy face.

"What?"
"I... had sex with someone else. One time and...."

Francis' hormones took over. The notion that another man had been with his partner without his knowledge was inconceivable. He was out the bathroom door before she could even finish her sentence.

"Francis, no... please, let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain!"

Francis was already getting dressed.

"It was before the wedding..."
"But we were going out together?"
"Yes, but..."

He didn't give her time to answer. He bolted for the door. She tried to get in his way. He shoved her aside, without force, but without hesitation either. She followed him naked in the hall as he headed for the stairs.

"Francis, don't go... don't..."

As he hurried down the stairs, she collapsed, still naked, wet and messy, on the hall floor, confused and shaken.

Laurie had been right. She should have listened to her. Now everything was unraveling.

[molten man]

nice writing.. keep it going!!

[soldier8998]

man this is an awsome story. just my kinda stroy. some more laurie and belle would be nice too. ;)

[interesting]

Francis had wandered the streets for several hours, before deciding on a course of action. He distinctly remembered his night with Barbara and their conversation. Francis felt guilty for running out on Belle, despite her transgression and given his own, but he couldn't go back. He was hurting and he wanted some form of revenge, whatever form it took.

The plan in his mind wasn't fully elaborated, but he would make it up as it went along.

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Belle had cried herself to sleep, naked in her bed. After Francis ran out on her, her first instinct had been to run after him - but she was naked in the hallways of their apartment complex, and she didn't want to aggravate her situation with a stint in jail. She had managed to recompose herself enough to return to the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind her. She had collapsed against the frame and had cried a lot, eventually managing to regain enough strength to drag herself into her bed.

Her second instinct had been to call her best friend, Laurie - but it was Laurie who had put her in this predicament in the first place. Or was it her fault? She couldn't reason it at the moment. She had stupidly and perhaps irrevocably lost the love of her life.

In those precious moments before sleep had set in, Belle had revisited her time with Francis. From their first encounter at the bar to their wedding night, it had been almost nothing but bliss. Granted, Francis was more possessive than others, but she had never minded. Whenever another man stared at her, Francis would cast him an accusating glance. It had never gone farther than that. Having Francis defend her and cling on to her like that made her feel unique. Whenever he got somewhat angry and suspected she might think of someone else, he would be even more agressive in bed, and she enjoyed it. She enjoyed teasing him to the brink and then letting him explode all over her. The sex had been the most satisfying part of their relationship for a long time.

Then, the bachelorette party had happened. It had started pretty casual at the restaurant, but then the bar had become a scene of lust and debauchery, none of which she had partaken. Maybe she should have indulged a little, given a handjob or two, or stripped naked and let some man cockwhip her. But she had strayed away from all potential acts of infidelity. Francis' ghost had swooped over the activity; she'd seen a few of her friends get laid right before her eyes. She could still recall Ramala's moans as the white stud rode her naked black body from behind; she remembered the perky breasts of Li as another stud titfucked them. Laurie had remained at her side all the while, holding her hand, while another stud flashed his junk in her face. But she had held on to her principles that night.

When she'd gotten home, Laurie had stayed with her. They needed to get up at nine and it was already three PM. Belle had practically not had sleep. Her only moments of rest had been punctuated by images of dicks, pussies, breasts, muscle and sweat. She'd teased herself all night. She wanted to feel Francis' hard shaft pounding inside her; instead, she'd spent the night in the same room as her best friend, who was sleeping practically naked on the couch.

One thing Belle had never told Laurie was that she had gotten up that night, walked over to Laurie's side and stared at her intently. Laurie's chest heaved up and down; Belle had cupped her breasts for a moment, then kissed the exposed flesh. She had then looked down at Laurie's crotch, staring at it for a long moment. She pulled the panties aside and watched the pink pulsate under Laurie's breath. She'd planted a kiss there as well, for some strange reason.

And then, the following day, while getting ready for her wedding, Belle had felt the pull of her sexuality strike her down; and the only way to silence it had been to give in. She had never expected Laurie to come into the room; the act of asking her to stay and masturbate alongside her had been without forethought. It had just felt right, as right as kissing her or letting her eat her out. It had felt natural and appropriate - at least at the moment.

But then, the rush had taken over. The wedding had gone ahead - why had Belle gone ahead with it, despite what she had just done. She actually felt relieved that she'd had a lesbian experience before getting married, and she was glad it had been with someone she trusted.

But as soon as Francis and Belle were on honeymoon and fucking like crazy, Belle kept thinking of Laurie's luscious body, and every time she felt his hard dick enter her, she also felt Laurie's tongue against it.

Thus had begun the dry spell which had now shattered their relationship.

The phone rang. It stirred Belle from her sleep. She hurried to the phone, aware that it could be Francis.

"Hello?"

There was a long silence. Then Francis' voice spoke up.

"Belle... Please listen."

He seemed calmer. Perhaps he had quieted down.

"Francis, I'm so sorry, I..."
"Belle, please."

She had so much she wanted to tell him, but she remained quiet.

"I'm going to have an adventure now. I'm going to find someone, and I'm going to have an adventure."
"Wait... don't hang up."
"Belle, my mind is made up."
"Francis, please... I... I'm not going to stop you... but... I... we need to talk, we do."
"I know. But later."
"NO! I mean... please, I won't try to stop you, I just..."

She paused. Silence crept back to claim its place between them, but she pushed it back again.

"I am so sorry."

She emphasized each word.

"And I can understand your anger but..."

Silence began creeping up again, but it was Francis who spoke first.

"Belle, okay. I understand that... no, I don't understand but it doesn't matter. Listen to me. I may not have an adventure..."
"Okay?"
"I may not. I may. It lies solely on you now."
"What do I have to do?"
"Hang up and wait for my call. I'm going to call you back in a moment. With instructions."
"Okay."
"Hang up now."

She did so. Her entire body was shaking. She held the phone against her chest with force - it was her only lifeline to wherever her husband might be.

[molten man]

nice writing!!! keep it going..

[interesting]

It seemed like forever as Belle waited in her bed, naked under the covers, for the phone to ring. She didn't want to leave the confines of her bed. It was her fortress at the moment. She stared at the hand-held phone as if her gaze could trigger it. But so far, there had been nothing.

Belle was uncertain as to what was going to happen. All she knew was that she had been told to wait for Francis to call. And Francis hadn't called yet. It was Sunday evening, it was getting late and she had work in the morning. But nothing mattered but that silent phone.

When it rang, it didn't have to ring more than once.

"Francis?"
"Belle..."

Silence again before Francis spoke up.

"Before we go anywhere else, I need to ask you a few questions. You will answer them truthfully or I will hang up."
"Okay."
"When did it happen?"
"...it happened on... our wedding day."
"Who was it?"
"It was... Laurie."

Francis didn't answer immediately. Belle's heart skipped a beat.

"Laurie?"
"Yes."

Belle couldn't tell from the phone if the revelation of another woman (and not another man) was a good or a bad thing.

"Where?"
"In the changing room at the church..."
"At the church?..."
"Yes..."
"Why?"

Belle had been dreading this question.

"Why?... Well, I don't know... maybe..."
"Stop."

Belle hung on this word.

"You'll have plenty of time to come up with an answer."
"Francis, I don't want to sound... but it's late... can't you come home and can't we talk about this? Please?"
"Belle, this is something we have to work out on our ends."
"Do you love me?"
"I can't answer that right now..."
"Why?"
"Because I can't, okay. Don't ask me that again."

Belle lowered her head. She felt tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"What do I have to do?"

She waited patiently for his answer.

"I want you to dress up: wear your black mini-skirt, a white blouse, matching bra and panties, white. Wear your high black heels."
"The stilettos?"
"Yes."
"What else?"
"Take a shower first; wash your hair too, then tie it in a ponytail. Don't bother drying it. Do your legs too. I want you in pristine condition."
"Okay. I'll do it... when can I see you?"
"At the end."
"The end of what?"

He didn't answer at first.

"The end of your adventure."
"My adventure?"
"Yes... you're going on an adventure so I don't have to go on one. I'll be at the end of your quest."
"All right..."
"I'll call you back in twenty minutes. Be ready."

He hung up.

"I love you!"

She tried to squeeze it in but it was too late. She had to get ready anyway. She hurriedly took out the clothes he had requested, tossed them onto the bed; her mini-skirt was in the clothes bin and was dirty. She decided she'd take it with her into the shower and clean it there, but then realized it would be all wet. She could still wear it: it wasn't stained at all, she had just worn it a few times before.

She hurried to the bathroom, turned on the shower and let the warm water cool her skin and her demeanor; she washed her hair with care; twenty minutes wasn't enough time to do her legs with the waxing strips so she shaved under the water. She didn't much like to do it because she always ended up cutting herself. Yet oddly enough, this time, she managed to do it without a single scrape. She then washed her whole body with soap thoroughly, as if the rinsing could wipe away her misdeed. She stepped out of the shower with seven minutes to spare. She wrapped a towel around herself and dried her skin while returning to the bedroom. She stared at her naked self in the mirror as she dried her hair. She had really let herself go since the wedding. She had gained almost ten pounds: it didn't make her ugly at all but she felt awkward in that extra bit of flesh. All she really needed was to get back to exercising and it would burn away.

With her hair somewhat dry, she hurried to put on the clothes Francis had requested. She clasped the bra in place, slid her panties up her legs, then the mini-skirt. It itched somehow. She decided to ignore it. She then put on the blouse.

It then occured to her that he had asked her not to bother drying her hair. For a moment, she didn't know what to do about it. She hurried back to the kitchen, slid her hair under the fosset and rinsed them thoroughly again, this time not bothering to dry them. As she got up, the excess water poured over her blouse, back and front, giving it a wet see-through look that didn't actually work. It made her look shabby. Still, it was what Francis wanted. She simply got her hair in a knot and sprayed the excess water into the sink.

She recovered her heels: he hadn't said anything about socks or stockings but she took some of both and slid them into her purse, just in case. With her preparations complete, she had only a minute to spare. If Francis kept the same clock as she did, he would call soon.

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The unexpectedness of the revelation had taken Francis completely by surprise. He had never even thought that his girlfriend might fancy another girl. It had always been the issue of the other man. And yet, there was the confrontation in his idea.

Perhaps Belle was covering for someone. But it didnt' sound like her. Belle had always been straightforward about telling things the way they were. She didn't lie. She would shut down and hold the truth inside her, but never outright lie.

He tried to imagine how it could have happened. The bride and the bridesmaid locking lips in the church changing room before the wedding; locking lips and more apparently. Had Laurie jumped her? Had it been the other way around? Initially, he'd thought something had happened at the bachelorette party. His own bachelor party had been pretty wild, with naked chicks prancing around his friend's apartment all night. He had sucked his share of boobs that night; it was part of the ritual. He'd even been given a rubjob by one of the girls. But it wasn't sex; she'd just rubbed her ass against his crotch for so long that he had come into his pants. They had all gotten a good laugh out of it, especially when he came back from the bathroom with his messy panties and tossed them to the girl. And she had licked them. It had been pretty fantastic.

Laurie... she was something else. He had seen them frolicking in the water the previous summer, giggling about like the best friends they were. He'd seen their hugs and their light kisses, but he'd never envisionned anything more than that happening.

He didn't want his anger to subside but it had. This made him feel more guilty than he initially had for his own transgressions against her. But really, did it matter if she'd been male or female? In the long run, an adventure was still an adventure. He'd had his fun with Barbara and that should have made them equal. But he'd gone to this length to set up something to get back at her, and somehow it didn't seem right not to go through with it. Besides, he was curious to see how far Belle was willing to go to get him back.

He picked up the phone and made a call, to make sure that he had set up everything. He got the confirmation. All that remained was to call Belle and launch her on her way. It was a bold and daring thing, something the likes of which he had never imagined. He wasn't even sure how it would turn out. All he knew is that only the adventure itself would tell if everything had been worth it.

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[interesting]

The room was poorly lit. Belle didn't feel that confident about entering such a seedy place, but Francis' voice had been adamant and his instructions were clear. In her current outfit, she stood out like a sore thumb - not that it mattered because most of the clientele were too focused on what was happening on stage to notice a newcomer. Belle was shivering from her trek outside. She had walked from her place to this strip joint, the same that her lover had told her about a few times. She had imagined it more classy, but really, what class could there be had in a location where women took their clothes off for money.

Belle's eyes scanned the darkness in the hopes of spotting a familiar face or head, but no such luck was had. She moved past the tables, careful to avert her gaze, and reached the counter. The barman, a burly man probably in his fifties, barely rose an eyebrow as he asked her what she wanted.

"I'm here... here to see Wanda."

The barman actually stopped what he was doing, looked up and stared at the gorgeous women across the counter from him. He seemed puzzled.

"You here for a job?"
"I'm here to see Wanda."

Francis' exact words. 'Walk up to the bar and ask for Wanda.' The barman paused and pointed towards a hidden side door near the bathroom access. She politely nodded and made her way towards the door. With the racket that was going on, there wasn't that much of a chance that someone would hear her rapping on the door but she did, quietly at first, then with some force.

The door swung partly open, and a lady wearing a silk bathrobe opened up. She was blonde, wearing her hair just above the shoulders. Her face betrayed her age despite the amount of makeup - she had to be near forty, if not a little above.

"Yes?"
"Are you Wanda?"
"Who wants to know."
"I'm here to see Wanda."

The woman seemed puzzled, then moved away from the door, opening it, and letting Belle come in.

"You Belle?"
"Yes."

The woman seemed to examine Belle from head to toe.

"Not bad..."
"What?"
"He told me you'd be pretty, but this pretty..."

Belle didn't feel pretty. She felt horrid, her hair still wet, her clothes still clinging to her body. She felt wrinkled and used.

"I'm Wanda."

Belle saw past this entryway another room behind a curtain; she heard the voice of women.

"Is this where the dancers rest between acts?"
"It is. Come on over, honey."

Wanda led the way and Belle followed. They entered a large vestibule where several mirrors, tables and chairs had been set-up to allow the dancers to change. They looked up, saw the new woman, then went back to their business. The women were of ages ranging from late teens to early fifties; all were in relatively good physical shape; most had their chests remodeled and a few had other cosmetic adjustments. Given their scantily clad disposition, it wasn't hard for Belle to tell.

"What do you want, then?"
"I don't know. I was told to come and see you."
"He sent you..."
"Francis?"
"Frank, yeah... He told me you'd be dropping by?"
"Is he here?"
"Nope. At least, I don't think so. He left earlier after giving me a package."

Wanda went over to an empty stall; there was a small box on it. She brought it to Belle who hurriedly opened it, but was puzzled by its contents. She pulled out the red thong and bra (definetely not hers), as well as the lacy band of cloth. There was also a memo in the bottom of the box. She read it in her mind.

INSTRUCTIONS
1- You have made it to the bar. That is good. I want you to get a drink from the barman; his name is Sam. Order a 'Sex on the Beach'. Drink it down. Then, tell him you don't have any money. Tell him you are willing to pay him in another fashion. If he accepts, you must do exactly as he tells you.

There were also instruction on the other side of the card, but Belle was reluctant to switch it around. She had no idea what Francis had in mind - or what Sam might ask for in exchange for the drink. Actually, she had some idea but didn't want to think about it. She finally flipped the card to see the rest of the instructions.

2- Once you have paid off Sam, you need to find a man named Lou in the bar; he will hand you the next set of instructions, but only if you do as he asks; comply with his request.

P.S. Carry the change of underwear in your purse. Give whatever money and credit cards you have on you (except for four quarters) to Wanda; she will keep your valuables safe until I tell you to reclaim them.

She turned to Wanda.

"How can I find Lou?"
"Who?"
"Never mind. I need to give you my things."
"Sure, honey."

It wasn't easy for Belle to abandon her money and credit to this stranger; at least, she didn't have much on her, only forty or so dollars. She decided to keep her debit card just in case. She handed the rest to Wanda who placed the lot in an envelope she slid into a desk that locked.

"I'll be back to get this later."
"Sure."

Wanda didn't seem too preocuppied with Belle. Belle headed back out, sliding the pieces of clothing in her purse. At least Francis wasn't asking her to strip for the crowd. But she was wondering what the two men she was supposed to talk to would ask her to do. She didn't want to back down, because she wanted to get to Francis as soon as possible, but how much runaround was involved in this game, and how far would she have to submit to these whims before she couldn't take it anymore.

Sam, the barman, was not the most attractive man, but he did have a flair about him that made him likeable. He turned back to Belle who was coming back near him.

"Meet Wanda?"
"Yes. Thank you. I'd like a 'Sex-on-the-Beach'."
"Comin' right up, ma'am."

She watched him prepare the beverage: Vodka, Peach Schnapps, Cranberry and Orange juice. She'd tried it before and enjoyed it. She sat on a stool as the drink came over.

"Can you make it another?"

She was feeling the need to lower her inhibitions in order to keep going.

"Make that two others."

Sam simply complied and the three drinks were in front of her. She stayed at the bar, sipping them but not taking her time doing it. The speed with which she was drinking the cocktails was sure to have an effect on her system. She was used to drinking a lot, but she usually paced herself. She knew the effect would only really kick in when she would get up from the stool. As it turned out, she needed to pee fairly quickly, which meant that she had to head for the bathroom. But first, she needed to clear her bill. She realized she had no idea how to approach the subject matter.

She reached for her purse, taking out her wallet and faking the surprise of finding it empty. She motioned to Sam and he came over.

"Oh God!"
"What?"
"I... I'm so sorry."
"What?"
"I have no money."

She realized her debit card was showing so she closed off her wallet.

"What?"
"I... don't know what happened. I'm so sorry."

Sam didn't look too happy.

"I can pay you another time, maybe?... or... another... way?"

The words weren't easy to spit out, but the intoxication of the alcohol was starting to loosen her mind. Sam just stared at her, as if he'd seen the maneuver a thousand times before.

"Look, lady, you're not the first pretty face to try that line on me. You need to pay up."
"I'm serious... I have no money."

She reached for her purse and bent down; as she did so, she let her debit card fall into her purse. She opened the wallet in front of Sam's eyes.

"See?"

He sighed. She wondered if he was simply going to throw her out. That wouldn't be good to help her find Lou.

"Look, I really want to pay that bill, I just have no money."

Ideas were racing into her head and most of them, she did not find appealing. It was only around fifteen dollars. For that much, he wouldn't dare ask much. Maybe a handjob. That's what she figured. She'd turn down a blowjob, for certain. Or maybe he'd ask for his bra or panties, or both. Maybe that was what the replacements were for: Francis could have anticipated this.

"All right, lady, show me your ID."

This was the worst possible scenario. He would tag her ID and have her thrown out. But she didn't want to argue so she complied. For a moment, the man stared at the card, then a glimmer of understanding appeared in his mind.

"You're Belle."
"You know me?"
"I know Frank."
"He was here earlier."
"Yeah... I bet he put you up to this."
"Please, you have to help me. I'm... I need to find him. Not him, Lou. I need to find Lou."
"Who's Lou?"
"Damn... sorry. Look, I owe you money, I have to pay."
"Tell you what, Belle. You just give me a kiss on the cheek and we'll call it even for tonight."
"Really?"
"Sure... I'd never do anything bad to Frank's girl."

Immense relief filled Belle's heart.

"I do apologize for all this."
"It's good."

She leaned in and kissed him squarely on the cheek, planting her lips for a long moment there. Sam was smiling.

"But I can't serve you anything more unless you pay. And if you do manage to get some money and pay your tab, well, that'd be nice; otherwise, I'll put it on Frank's tab next time he comes in."
"That's not a good idea. I'll find some money, I'll pay you back, I swear."
"Sure you will."
"I mean it."

She was insistent. He could tell she was serious.

"I just need to find Lou..."
"You might mean Louis..."

She turned to Sam.

"Louis?"
"Yeah. Louis. Lou. He's not here though. At least, I don't think so... unless..."
"Unless what?"

Sam motioned to his assistant that he was going somewhere. He took Belle towards the bathrooms. As she got up, she felt the topsy-turvy of her drinking hit her like a wall. Sam helped keep her steady.

"Damn... I can usually hold my liquor better than that."
"I made them pretty strong... you okay?"
"Fine."

A few moments later, she was back on her feet and able to walk. They moved past the bathrooms and into an even seedier section of the bar. There were doors to the right, and each door had a red light overhead.

"Peepshows?"
"Louis could be in there?"
"It's a girl behind a screen..."
"Yes."
"Does Frank know Louis?"
"Sure he does. They drink here all the time..."

At least that was a good thing: she wouldn't have to explain much to him, hopefully. But what would Louis ask in return?

"I gotta get back to the bar..."

Sam left Belle at the entrance of the corridor. Louis was probably inside one of those booths. But what to do? Should she wait for him to come out? Or was there another way to find him? And how would she know if it was him?

Ideas on how to proceed started popping into her head, ideas that didn't bode too well with her...

[interesting]

Wanda got off stage and put on her robe, covering her nudity. Someone had spilled beer on the dance floor and she had almost slipped on it. It had seemed deliberate. She didn't feel particularly good about it. She had noticed the troublemaker and would flag him to Peter, the doorman at the earliest occasion. Wanda considered herself a professional when she was on stage, and the man's act, whatever the reason, was a hindrance to her performance. The tips hadn't been that good. She counted the money. 10. 15. 25...

She looked up and saw Belle. What was she doing back here?

"Excuse me?"
"Yes, honey."

She didn't want to insult her but she didn't feel like indulging the young woman more than she already had. She'd played along with Francis' strange idea and that was supposed to be the end of it. So what was this Belle doing back here?

"I need a favor."
"Yes?"
"I need to get into the peep shows."
"You just go around the bathroom corridor and..."
"No. I mean, I have to get inside the booths... of the dancers."
"What? You want to dance?"
"Yes... no... it's complicated. I have to find Lou and I'm pretty sure he's in there."
"Why don't you just knock on the doors from outside. He won't be with the girl, he'll be on the other side of the glass!"

Belle seemed puzzled. Wanda wondered how this lovely but slow young woman could be Francis' girlfriend. Then again, she did have an innocent quality about her which made her endearing. Wanda imagined she was a devil in the sack: most girls who looked like Belle were, from her own experience.

"You just go knocking on the doors and ask for Lou..."

The truth was Belle had considered this option. But she had concocted something else and somehow wanted to see it through. It might have been the booze in her system but she felt more daring now than she had earlier. She didn't want to back down.

"Please... You can see the guys in the booth?"
"From the private rooms? Sure, if you want to. But I'm not sure the girls would let you in..."
"I'll deal with them. Please?"

Wanda didn't understand this girl, but then again, she didn't want the hassle.

"Come with me."

They moved to the other end of the room and Wanda opened a sliding panel which led to a small poorly lit corridor.

"There will be five doors to your right, honey; each stall is manned by one or more girls. I suggest you knock before entering..."
"Thank you. I'm so sorry for the trouble."

Wanda didn't answer. She slid the panel back in place when Belle entered the corridor.

There were five booths for peepshows, as Wanda had mentionned. She could see the doors on her right which led into the performance rooms, or whatever they called them here. There would be a girl in each room, maybe more than one if what Wanda had said was true. Belle's plan was simple: introduce herself to a girl very briefly, explaining her plight. She would ask the girl if she knew the name of her client. Some might be regulars, after all. She imagined it was possible for the girls to talk to them through the glass. If Lou was indeed in one of the cubicles, she would then enter it and see what she had to do. Presumably, Lou was in on it, since he supposedly had instructions for her.

Five rooms. This was tougher than Belle had anticipated. She headed for the first door. It was slightly ajar. She peered into the room; from this angle, she could hardly see anything, though she could hear the creaking of what was possibly a bed. She did her moans, but they seemed to be coming from further away. She gathered her courage and knocked on the door.

"Hang on dear..."

The voice spoke from inside the room. Belle was surprised when a topless girl, a platinum blonde with artificial breasts and a very strict face opened the door. The blonde was stunned not to recognize the girl in front of her.

"Who let you in here?"
"Wanda. Please, I need to ask a favor."
"I'm kind of in the middle of something here..."
"Are you with Lou?"
"You his girlfriend or something?"
"No. I just... Are you with Lou?"
"Who are you?"

Belle couldn't escape an explanation. She hurriedly told the blonde about Francis' instructions.

"No, I'm not with Lou."
"Thank you. Sorry to have bothered you."

The blond shut the door, this time closing it completely. One down, four to go.

The second door was locked. This first encounter had given some motivation to Belle so her knock on this door was a bit more forceful. She heard moans from inside the room. She waited a few moments, then knocked again.

"Come in..."

The voice was inviting her in. What to do? She needed to see if Lou was there. Reluctantly, she opened the door and entered. She froze upon the sight. A beautiful thirty something woman with dark hair, completely nude, was arched back on a bed, her pussy exposed to the glass where a man was leering, and she was clearly touching herself erotically. Belle's hesitation forced the dark-haired woman to take the initiative.

"What do we have here?"

She stopped playing with herself for a moment but remained in position.

"Looks like I have a friend... Come here, friend."

Belle's legs got her next to the bed in a very unnatural walk. She could barely look at the glass screen, where the darkened figure of a man leered on.

"What's your name, gorgeous?..."
"Bell... Bella. Name's Bella."
"Are you here to join me?"

Belle didn't know what to answer. A few years back, when she lived with Laurie and they shared an apartment, she'd caught her masturbating a couple of times. This was beyond anything she had ever witnessed and though it troubled her, she couldn't tear herself away. Clearly, the dark-haired woman seemed to understand that something was up, but she remained professional because of the customer.

"Come down here and kiss me, love..."

Belle leaned forward, her head towards the woman's head.

"I'm Raven."

Raven grabbed the back of Belle's head and pulled her in. Their lips met. Suddenly, the glass vanished behind a lowering wall. Raven released Belle from the kiss.

"You have about twenty seconds to tell me what you want..."
"I'm looking for Lou. Is his name Lou?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask. Do you want to ask him?"
"Can't you?"
"You're the one looking for him."

The panel slid open. Raven turned to her customer, straightening herself a little.

"Did you like that?"
"Hell yeah. More... You, new girl, kiss her nipples."

Belle froze, but Raven seized the initiative. She felt sympathetic to Belle's plight, whatever it might be. Belle seemed involved in something too big for her. Raven understood what that meant. She stared at her customer.

"Tell you what... This beauty here, Bella, she's going to play with me a moment... and she's going to ask you a few questions. For each question, you answer, she'll take off something... Deal?"
"Hell yeah..."

Raven turned to Belle and whispered in her ear while licking her ear lobe for the customer's benefit.

"You better show some skin..."
"Sure..."
"Get behind me and massage my breasts for him..."

Belle climbed on the bed and did as she was told. The man's shape was slouched over; his hands were nowhere to be seen. Belle shivered at the thought. But she had questions to ask. The obvious thing to do was to simply ask his name. But that would put Raven in a predicament... Two questions, perhaps?

"What's your name, soldier?"
"Jake."

No luck. Belle couldn't hide her disappointment. The other question simply popped into her head.

"Have you ever seen two women going at it?"
"Yeah, a couple of times..."

Nothing more came to mind. Raven took over, sensing that Belle wanted to call it quits.

"I have a question, and if you answer me correctly... Bella will kiss my body all over."
"Sure thang..."
"Do you know a regular named Lou? Is he in tonight?"

The question took the customer by surprise, but he answered nonetheless.

"You mean Louis? Sure. Saw him earlier..."

Raven turned to Belle and whispered again.

"You better cooperate..."

Belle nodded. As Raven lay down presenting her side to the customer, Belle got up. She had to remove two items of clothing. She didn't have to think much about it. She started to unbutton her blouse. She didn't want to seem too provocative so she did it quickly. For the second piece of clothing, she reached down under her skirt and pulled off her panties. It wasn't elegant but it did remove another item of clothing. Raven snatched it from her hand and placed it in her mouth; Belle was surprisingly aroused by this.

"Kiss me all over now..."

Belle complied. She started at Raven's feet, moving up on her legs and hips; she didn't really concentrate on the exposed crotch, instead kissing longingly around the navel, the breasts, neck, then the lips. It was odd to kiss Raven's lips while she was biting on her panties. Belle bit on the edge of one panty while Raven held onto the other. The panties were soaked with saliva. The man was drooling behind the glass.

Just then, the panel shut open.

"If you don't want to go further, you had better go."
"All right. Thank you so much."
"My pleasure, love."

Belle retrieved the panties and the blouse and ran into the corridor. She slid the blouse back on; her soaked panties were unwearable. Belle was exhilirated at the experience. She didn't bother to put the panties back on, or replace them with the fresh pair she had. She just tried her best to dry them before tossing them in her purse. She took a moment to regain her composure and went towards the third stall: hopefully, the right one.

She hesitated a moment before knocking on the door. It came open, but no one moved.

"Hello?"

She called inside.

"Who is it?"
"It's Bella... I... Can I enter?"
"You want to join us?"
"Sure..."

Belle could not hide the hesitation in her voice; still, she pushed the door open and entered the room. There were two girls on the bed; the brown-haired one was wearing leather chaps and a harness with a very ominous looking strap-on; the blonde one was wearing silk lingerie that covered none of the important bits. A customer was looking in on the scene. The woman in leather spoke first.

"Hi Bella. I'm Maxine. This is June."

June bowed ever so discreetly.

"We're having some fun. Want to join us?"

Belle didn't want to say yes, but why else would she be here?

"Actually, yes and no... I'd like to, but I have a few questions first... for our wonderful customer."

Belle's comment surprised everyone in the room, mostly the customer. An idea popped into Belle's mind, something a little wicked and definitely influenced both by the alcohol in her system and her encounter with Raven in the other room.

"That is, if it's all right with everyone here..."

Obviously, both Maxine and June had no idea who Belle was or what she was doing here. Their ability to play along with her (like Raven before them) amazed her. They simply smiled and stared at the customer, who finally answered.

"What's in it for me?"
"Well..."

Belle made her most seductive look towards him. She was definitely committing to much here. Still, she wanted to see this through and the man was on the other side of the window.

"Can I ask your name first?"
"My friends call me Lou..."

Belle's eyes widened and a large smile made its way across her lips.

"That's wonderful. I've been looking for you."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. In fact, I have instructions to do... exactly as you say."

It was obvious to Belle that this Lou, a man in his late twenties, completely bald, was becoming aware of who she was. His leer had transformed itself. A man doesn't like at another man's girl in the same way he looks at a regular dancer. This boded well for Belle. Still, Lou might be unpredictable: who knew what Francis had told him or what he was capable of.

Just then, the panel closed over the window. Belle's heart skipped: what if Lou ran? Then again, why would he? Maxine took the time to inquire.

"What's going on?"
"I need to talk to this man. I'm sorry if I'm a burden."

June's attitude had completely changed in the blink of eye, from submissive to agressive.

"You better not be costing us money..."
"I'll pay you myself. Please..."
"What's this about?"

The panel slid open. Lou was still there. June's attitude switched back to the submissive.

"Okay, Bella... here's what I want. You're going to direct these two girls. Tell them exactly what to do..."

Maxine shivered, back in character.

"Oooh... exciting..."
"But first, I want to see your ass..."

Belle shivered herself, but not for the same reason as Maxine. She complied with the order, pulling her skirt up, remembering only after that her panties were in her purse by the door.

"oooh... oh oh oh..."

Belle's cheeks became bright red as she exposed her behind to this stranger. How humiliating. She was also exposing her front to the girls in the room, but she didn't mind so much. She kept her back towards Lou.

"All right, tell them what to do..."

Truth be told, Belle had no idea how to proceed. She simply stared at the girls for a moment. Would she simply ask Maxine to penetrate June from behind and ride her? It seemed awfully straightforward. But was that what Lou wanted? Maxine sensed Belle's discomfort.

"Do you want me to cockwhip her?"
"Okay..."

Raising herself on her knees, Maxine slapped the strap-on across June's cheeks several times; each time, Maxine gave a little squint.

"Maybe I should slap her behind?"

Belle looked over her shoulder. Lou seemed to like the idea. Maxine therefore carried it out; each slap on her butt made June squeal in pain. She was miling it good.

"You should caress her ass now..."

And Maxine did just that, rubbing gently June's behind with her gloved hand.

"Slap her again."

Slap! It was easy to tell that Lou was enjoying the display.

"Gentle again..."

And so it was that for a moment, Maxine slapped June's behind, then carefully caressed it, making it better. The panel slid up once more. Bella turned to Maxine.

"I don't know what to have you two do."
"Do you want to join in?"
"No... I mean, I can't... I'm married, but... it's complicated so..."
"All right, sweetheart. Why don't you ask June to lick me?"
"Okay, and then?"
"Just roll with it..."

The panel slid open again. Belle did as had been suggested; the girls moved around on the bed, so June's face was in Maxine's crotch; watching June perform limited oral sex on Maxine was almost as much a turn-on for Belle as it was for Lou.

"I want your bra..."

Lou's voice brought Belle back to the moment. She did as any girl could do; she reached under her blouse, unclasped her bra and pulled it out, all without revealing her attributes to Lou. He was already seeing enough of her ass (and possibly a little of her pussy) to her liking. She saw a vent, like a slot, and placed the bra inside it. She pushed the drawer inside and it opened on the other side. Lou retrieved the bra.

"Thanks."

Maxine was moaning loudly, making a spectacle of it. Clearly, June wasn't digging all in - but Lou couldn't really know that. That's why it was a spectacle.

Just then, the panel closed. June pulled back, spit on the floor and raised herself.

"I think he's good and ready, Maxine, just lie back and I'll get on top of you. That should be good enough for him."
"Okay."

Amazed, Belle saw the two girls shifting positions. Maxine laid on her back and June descended upon her, allowing the strap-on dildo to slide into her for real. The panel opened at that moment. As June started swaying back and forth and up and down on the dildo, Maxine started talking dirty.

"You're gonna come for me, bitch, huh? You're gonna come, right. Oh! You're a dirty little bitch... yes you are..."

It seemed to Belle that Maxine was talking not only to June, but also to Lou and to her as well. Belle was fingering herself without even realizing it; when she eventually noticed her fingers down there, she had to make a conscious effort to pull them away. June was moaning loudly - it wasn't certain if she was exagerating this time. But the low moan they heard came from the other side of the window. Lou's face was stretched, his lower region invisible to them. Belle actually turned to her side, inadvertendly exposing her pussy to him, not that it mattered anymore.

Lou pulled up the bra; it was covered in his semen. He smiled at the three girls. Just then, the panel closed.

June immediately got off Maxine, as if nothing had been happening. But Belle's eyes stared at the panel. It didn't open again.

"He's done alright. Typical male."

The girls laughed, but Belle found nothing amusing.

"No! My instructions..."

She pulled down her skirt and headed into the corridor. She had to catch up with him. He had instructions for her, for the next part of her ordeal. She didn't say goodbye to the girls; she just hurried back to the girl's changing room past the sliding door, and then towards the bar. When she opened the door, she was startled by a presence. It was Lou. Her heart missed a beat again. She had a hard time regaining her composure. Lou just stood there, silent.

"Thanks for the show, doll..."
"My bra...?"
"I'm not sure you want it back... anyway, that's not what you're really after?"
"No. It's not."

Lou produced a folded envelope and handed it to her. She took it with haste.

"Thank you. Thank you."
"He's sure got you running in circles..."

She didn't bother with his comment. He remained there for a moment, as if he was expecting something else. Belle waited - he simply walked off. Belle's heart rate was now returning to normal. She'd done the deed. It didn't matter that she had lost her panties and bra; Francis had thought of that by leaving her the red ones. The red bra would be seen through her blouse, but it was like wearing a bikini top underneath.

The envelope was now in her hands. The instructions for her next task, whatever they were, were inside it. She knew it. She was one step closer to finding Francis. That was all that mattered at the moment.

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[interesting]

Belle's next order of business was to read the next instructions. It was already almost midnight and she did have to work in the morning - oddly enough, she didn't fret too much about it. If this meant that she could patch things up with Francis, then she could take a day off. If it didn't, she might still need it.

This new game that Francis had thought up for her was somewhat different from the games they'd shared before. She didn't know how to take it or what to expect. It made the game both exhilirating and frightening.

She headed for the women's bathroom and leaned against the counter inside. There were hardly any women in the place so the room was small. The dancers had their own private bathroom anyway. She tore open the envelope and took out a folded piece of paper. She unfolded and read it.

I trust everything went well. Your next task will require going to a different location. You are probably in the bathroom reading this: I recommend you go to the bathroom if you need to.

She set the text aside for a moment. Francis was clever. He had anticipated her moves thus far. Was she so predictable? Or did he just assume the obvious? She hoped for the latter, but would be content with the former.

You need to go downtown to the large fountain. You will find further instructions there, under a bench.

Under a bench? Why not? She decided to heed his advice and head to the bathroom, where she took a leak. She remembered that she wasn't wearing any underwear, or bra for that matter, but that he had anticipated this fact by providing her with replacement. She proceeded to put both on before departing the bar. She remembered that she hadn't thanked the two girls in the booth, but decided if she really wanted to thank them, she could come back another time.

The street was cold and wet. A gentle rain was pouring. Belle had no umbrella nor coat, her legs were fully exposed and she was wearing heels. Not the best weather for her to go out and take a stroll in. She took about calling for a taxi, but realized that she had no money on her. She had given everything to Wanda except for one dollar in quarters (for a phone call, she imagined). She hesitated for a long moment, wondering if she should just turn back. But again, as before, curiosity and the need to find Francis took over. She strolled into the drizzle. Besides, the fountain was less than ten minutes away.

Before long, the water was soaking her blouse, making it almost transparent. The red bra she wore under was clearly visible. She didn't mind that as much as the cold that was seeping into her body. Halfway there, she hid inside a bus depot for a moment, trying to warm herself up. On Sunday night, around midnight, the streets were empty of people and traffic; whoever might have been out was scared off by the rain. She should have brought an umbrella.

She went back into the downpour as it intensified. She actually removed her heels so she walk faster, barefoot, across the sidewalk. She looked out for debris of all sorts. She was lucky.

She rounded the corner and spotted the fountain. She was drenched now. She could see the benches around the fountain. One of them had to contain the information she needed. She raced to the place and started looking about. She was worried that if there was an envelope there, it would end up all wet and its instructions wouldn't be readable. Under the third bench she inspected, she found a piece of paper, taped to the bottom. It was still dry, protected by the wood, but if she took out, it would quickly get soaked.

Crouching beside the bench, overcoming the cold she was experiencing, she proceeded to remove the envelope and attempted to read it under the soft lights of the fountain illumination, careful to keep it under the wood so it wouldn't get too wet. The minimal lighting made it impossible for her to read it She would have to find another spot.

She slid her purse under the bench, opened it and tucked the letter inside. Then, she held her purse close to her body and ran for cover. She ducked inside a covered entryway leading to a closed Italian restaurant. The owners wouldn't mind.

Coming out of hte water, it was then that Belle realized she was really cold. She had to find some way to get warm, if not dry. There was only one solution in the immediate vicinity: she spotted the neon light of a run-down motel across the fountain yard. It didn't look too inviting but at this point, she would have taken almost anything. Hiding her purse against her body again, she dashed into the rain, across the yard. She made it to the motel but soon hit a locked door; she knocked and the clerk buzzed her in.

As she closed the door behind her, she was very much aware of how she must have looked to the clerk. He was a man in his forties, balding with a large grey mustache. He was a large man, taking up most of the space behind the counter. He winked at her. She shivered and not just from the cold.

"How ya doin' there, missy? Awful wet, hey?"
"Can I dry up in here? Do you have a bathroom, or something?"
"Sure. S'got a bathroom down there..."
"Thank you."

She started to walk down the hall, but the man called out to her.

"Say, needin' a towel or somethin'?"
"That would be nice."
"Hang on a min'..."

The man waddled around the counter and headed for a nearby storage space. He entered, recovered a clean towel and tossed it to her.

"Wanna be takin' a room?"
"No. I can't. I mean.... No."
"'Kay."

She hurriedly left him to his devices and made her to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her but realized it didn't lock. She sighed. She put the towel on the counter. The floors were dirty, as were the walls. The toilet looked as if no one had washed it for many months. She could hear the grinding of the water in the pipes. In order to get dry, she would have to get undressed, but doing so in this place made her sick. Still, beggars can't be choosers - or so she reminded herself.

But before proceeding, she decided she would read the instructions. Who knew? Perhaps Francis has anticipated the rain.

3. Head for the motel and enter. There will be a reservation for a room in your name. Get the key and head into the room. Close the door behind you. Open the blinds, then get undressed and stand in front of the window.

Those instructions took Belle by surprise. She hadn't anticipated them. Then again, only the motel was open in the area, so it made sort of sense to send her there. But Francis had set a reservation in her name? Could he be in the room? More likely, he was in the area, and wanted her to further humiliate herself. She could stand it, if it meant he would come back to her, if it meant they had a chance to chat.

She was relieved, however, that she didn't have to change in that dirty bathroom.

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Francis stopped his car in front of the apartment. He had decided to alter his plans slightly. He wasn't really sure how to proceed from this part on, so he was winging it and hoping for the best. He hoped Belle was all right; the rain had been sudden, unexpected. It fit the mood he was in, though.

Francis got out of the car and hurried to the apartment building, which he entered. It was almost midnight and he needed to get inside the building. He didn't mind waking up the person he was visiting, given the circumstances, but would she allow him in? He wasn't sure. At this late hour, he couldn't wait for someone to simply walk by. There were five floors to the building. He buzzed all the apartments above the third floor. As a voice came on asking who was there, someone else buzzed the door open. Francis hurriedly went in. He climbed the stairs to the second floor and headed for the target apartment. Getting there, however, he froze.

How could he do this? How could he knock on this door and remain calm, not panic or go into a frenzy? He didn't want to aggravate things, but Belle's revelation on the phone had forced him to reevaluate his position. Still, he needed to do this now. With some hesitation, he rapped on the door.

He was in luck. The occupant was in. He heard a move towards the door. A voice came through it.

"Who is it?"

He was tempted to lie. What was the point?

"Francis. Open up."

There was silence on the other side of the door, then it swung open. Laurie appeared, dressed in a nightgown that went down to her knees. She stared at him for a moment, then she looked down.

"You know?"
"I know. Can I come in?"
"Promise... you won't hurt me?"

Francis had cooled down since his outburst. In truth, he'd never been violent in his life and wasn't tempted to start.

"I promise. I won't touch you. But I need to talk... about what happened. I need to know why..."
"Okay... Come in."

Laurie let him in and shut the door behind him.

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Francis sat across the room, in Laurie's couch and stared into his cup of coffee. Laurie was on her recliner, still in her nightgown but not assuming any provocative posture. Laurie didn't have any coffee.

"Maybe Belle should be here..."
"Belle is fine."

At least, Francis hoped she was fine.

"What I need to know, Laurie, is what happened between you two?"

It was obvious to Laurie that Francis was not going to hurt her in any way, but the admission of her own guilt was something that she had dreaded for so long, it was hard for her to find the words.

"We had sex, Francis. Nothing more."
"In the church..."
"Yes. How much do you know?"
"Just tell me your side of the story, okay?"

Laurie's mind raced back to the events of that day, but somewhere inside her mind, her memory travelled much farther than that. It went back to the time when she and Belle lived under the same roof. It came back to a simpler time, one where there were no problems in her life. Perhaps that was the root of the problem.

"You know that Belle and I used to live together?"
"Sure..."
"Well... here's the thing. We were really close. We did... almost everything together. And we often showered together, and bathed... sunbathing in the nude... we were really close."
"I know, Belle told me."
"Okay, but... here's the thing. There's one thing which we never did, which always bugged me to some extent... we never had sex. Did you know we slept in the same bed?"
"No, I didn't."
"For a time. The first few months, we only had one bed. Mine. And it was a small bed, for one person. But we shared it. We spooned and got some sleep. We did that for some time before I got my own bed. And even then, once in a while, I would creep up in hers or she would creep up in mine. We were really, really close."

Francis didn't entirely understand what Laurie was hinting at.

"I remember one night, we came back from a party. I don't think Belle remembers because she was too drunk. I dragged her to the bathroom, got her undressed in the tub and washed her. Because I didn't want to get my clothes wet, I had gotten naked myself. She kept fondling my breasts; I told her to stop jokingly... but she took it seriously and went sulking. I got her laughing again by tickling her, and then she kissed me, passionately, on the lips. I didn't pull away. I took her out of the bath and dragged her to her bed after attempting to dry her. As I lay her down to sleep, she kissed me again and said she loved me... I was tempted to take advantage of her that night, I really was..."
"You're not a lesbian!"
"No but... when you get that close to someone, someone you really care about... I don't expect you to understand."
"It's okay. Go on."
"Anyway, I told her we'd talk about it in the morning. She drifted to sleep... and we never talked about it again. I didn't bring it up and she never did. Not until the wedding day, anyway... I don't know what happened, really, why we did it. Maybe it was desperation, the fact that after she married you, my opportunity would have gone... maybe it was the bachelorette party, I don't know..."

Francis was reacting to every word; he didn't seem to condemn her. Instead, she felt him actually trying to understand. Maybe what she was telling him was turning him on. She didn't mind, nor did she care. It was the truth, as she felt it.

"Do you love her?"
"Yes I do. But not the way you do."

Francis seemed to ponder the revelations.

"Where is Belle, by the way?"
"Safe, somewhere. I hope. I have to check in on her... can I use your phone?"
"Sure."

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Belle closed the door behind her and locked it good. Her first instinct was to look about the room to see if she could spot a hidden camera or something. She was still shivering from the cold so she decided to carry out the instructions and worry about other things later.

She pulled the blinds open; there was no one outside, not in this weather. She then removed all of her clothes, tossing them aside into the corner of the room, drying herself with the towel in front of the open window. She wrapped the towel around her form, mostly for warmth. Then, she waited.

Several minutes went by. She decided she had better look around the room, to see if there were instructions waiting for her. There were not. This made her confused. She sat on the bed for a moment, still naked, pondering her situation. It was now well into night. She was getting somewhat tired. She decided to lie down on the bed for just a few moments...

The phone rang and startled her. It took her only a moment to answer.

"Hello."
"You're there. Good. How are you?"
"Tired, and cold and wet... You?"
"Better."
"Francis, please, I need to see you."
"In a short while, I promise. I want you to say 'hi' to someone."

After a short silence, Laurie's voice came on the phone.

"Bella?"
"Honey! Laurie, are you okay?"
"Yes. Francis is here."
"I know. I'm so sorry... it's all my fault, I shouldn't..."
"It's all right. He's calmed down... he wants to talk to you again."
"Okay... thanks Laurie... I'm sorry again."

Francis' voice came back.

"You know where I am. You know where to find once you're done at the motel."
"Okay... What do I have to do?"
"A simple task, really. You will lie down on the bed face up and cover your face with the pillow."
"And then?"
"Then, you will not move from that position until the phone rings again. But before that, you need to unlock the door."
"Are you sure?"
"I am. Trust me, Belle."
"Okay."
"Whatever happens, whatever you hear, whatever you feel, don't move from that position."
"Okay."
"I'll call you back later."
"I love you..."

But Francis had hung up again. Belle was already lying on the bed. She shook her fears away, moved to the door to unlock it, and then went back to the same position, this time drawing the pillow over her head. Then, she waited again, her heart racing.

She didn't have to wait long. She heard the door open and close. Despite what Francis had told her, she couldn't help herself talking.

"Who's there?"

An unfamiliar female voice shushed her.

"Stay calm. I'm not here to hurt you. Just lie there."

The voice seemed relatively young, but that was all Belle could gather from it. She heard the wrinkle of clothes; was the woman getting undressed? Maybe just removing a raincoat - it was raining after all?

Belle heard a familiar click. A picture. She stiffened up.

"Don't worry, dear. These are for your lovers' eyes only..."
"You're getting an eyeful."
"Honey, I'm just passing through."

There was a nonchalance in the woman's voice.

"Though I can see what he likes about you... You have wonderful curves."
"Thank you."

That comment made Belle blush. The woman was definitely taking snapshots. She felt the weight of the woman on the bed; her foot touched bare skin.

"Are you naked?"
"What if I am?"

Belle did not answer. Two hands rested on her knees and pushed her legs down to the bed. The woman climbed on top of her; she was naked, there was no doubt about it. The woman rested on her lower legs; her crotch was around the same level as Belle's. She took another picture.

"Why don't you remove that pillow?"
"I can't. He told me not to."
"Come on, it's just us girls now."
"No... I can't..."
"All right then."

The woman crept up along Belle's body, her behind now resting on Belle's stomach. The woman grabbed one of Belle's hands and placed it on her hip. She then moved the other hand and placed it on her breast. Belle was panting.

"What are you doing?"
"Honey, let me explain something here. I'm on your side. I don't work for your boyfriend..."
"...husband..."
"...whatever. I work for myself. Here. I'm setting the camera down. I want to see your face."

For a long moment, Belle hesitated. She had felt the camera being put down beside her. It would be her word against the woman's if it ever came to that. But what was the point of this game, and who was this woman? Curiosity got the better of Belle and she removed the pillow, only to stare at a gorgeous and well-endowed red-head.

"Hello Belle. My name is Barbara. It's wonderful to meet you."
"How do you know me?"
"Oh! It's easy. I slept with your husband."

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Belle was transfixed, her gaze plunging into Barbara's eyes, bewildered. She was lying naked in a motel bed, with a gorgeous and buxom red-haired lady sitting on her stomach, and claiming to have slept with Francis. Her mind had been officially blown.

"Come again?"
"I'd like to, but I'd need to come a first time."
"What?"
"I said... me and your husband had a fling. In this very room."

Belle was too stunned to move. She had understood that her couple had undergone hardship - but she had never imagined that Francis could fall in with another person? Had she been so blinded by her own guilt? And what was the point of this revelation? Was it another way for Francis to play with her mind? Was she even telling the truth?

"I know what you're thinking, doll, so let me answer your questions before you ask them... it only happened once. It wasn't an affair, it was an adventure."

Belle still couldn't bring herself to speak, so Barbara decided to keep talking.

"Basically, he wasn't getting any at home... for a long time, if I understand correctly. He... found me through a service."
"...a service?"
"Yeah. Look, I don't want to get him in trouble... actually I don't really care, to be honest, what happens between you two is none of my business. But when he called me up earlier, and asked me to do this... well... I wanted to see what kind of woman you were."
"Could you... get off me, please?"
"No. And I'll tell you why. I don't want you running off half-cocked back to him... not until you and me have had a chance to chat."
"Why? You said you didn't care about us?"
"No, but I care about you right now. Because, honey, you look confused..."

Belle looked down, then back up.

"Well... what am I supposed to think? I do all these stunts for his benefit, and then some girl I never even met climbs on top of me and tells me she's fucked my husband... what am I supposed to say?"
"Well, maybe you could ask yourself why..."
"Why what?"
"Why he did it... Why I'm here... Why you're here..."

Belle put her hands to her face. Barbara continued.

"What happened today? What changed?"
"I told him..."
"Told him what?"
"I... slept with someone else too."
"Ah!"

Barbara seemed quite pleased with the answer.

"What?"
"Well, everything makes sense now. You, another man, him, another woman..."
"Actually, it was another woman..."

Barbara was stunned, then had a large smile.

"Really?... Well... and he still got mad?"
"Yes..."
"Not a typical male reaction... He must like you a lot."
"Typical male?"
"Oh! From experience, guys like two girls doing it..."
"Well... he seems calmer now... he's with her... My best friend."
"He might be boning her as we speak."
"Oh! no, I don't think so."
"Are you sure?"

To be honest, Belle did have some doubts about it. Francis could be somewhat forceful, and if Laurie felt guilty enough, she might even acknowledge her deed and expunge it with... but no, Laurie wouldn't do that. And neither would Francis... and yet...

"What do you want with me, Barbara?"
"Same thing I want with everyone. A good time."
"What?"
"You, and me... right here, right now..."
"You want to have sex with me?"
"Well, if that's what you want. But I'm really looking for some quality time together... you know... talking, getting to know each other a little... fun has many faces."

Barbara's forwardness actually made sense to Belle. She had always been very vocal about her own needs and desires, that was until a few months ago when she had shut down. She felt herself loosening up again, allowing her natural demeanor to resurface.

"How about you get off me then and we chat a little?"
"All right. If you promise not to run."
"I promise."

Barbara got off Belle and went to lie on her side; Belle turned to face her. Barbara looked at Belle up and down, admiring the view.

"He's got quite a treat at home..."
"Yeah... why did he come to you? Why... didn't he...?"

Belle didn't finish her question because she already knew the answer. Still, Barbara provided a response.

"It wasn't about me. Believe me. It was about you."
"Was he tender?"
"Excuse me?"
"When he was with you? Was he...?"
"No. It was just sex. I was a proxy... for you."
"But..."
"Honey, cheating, having affairs, adventures... it's never about anything more than sex. Really. When love is involved, truly involved, couples break up. But you don't want that... and I don't think he does either."
"Why didn't he just slap me back to my senses, then? Why did he have to go off and...?"
"Honey, he loves you. He'd never hurt you. Not physically anyway. And that's a good thing. I don't know how you were, but I get the feeling he didn't feel like he could talk to you..."
"I know he tried to... but I..."
"You felt guilty?"
"Yes."
"Well, so did he... at first. But then, he's a man, so he was better able to deal with it, or something."
"And you?"
"Me? I'm just up for a good time."

Barbara's hand went to rest on Belle's waist.

"Honey, the thing about sex is... it's not love. It never was. People confuse one and the other all the time... and when you love someone, having sex with them is a great way to spend time and show you care but... you can have sex without love... you can have love without sex though I don't see why you'd want to."

Barbara laughed. Belle smiled.

"I'm guessing there's some hope for you two yet... you had your fling, he had his... maybe that makes you even..."
"No."

Belle's comment surprised her.

"I've been... angry at him, and at me... and the world... and I've been running around the place, trying to find him, to make him forgive me... which I think he already has, given what he did... given how guilty he must feel himself."
"I'm sure some part of him regrets."
"Well it shouldn't... I wasn't there. I was... out of it. Completely. I can't blame him... well, I can, but I forgive him... But it's not a question of being even... it's a question of being well, and happy..."

Belle's worries were slowly melting away. She leaned in and kissed Barbara's lips.

"You want to know something, Barbara?"
"What?"
"I love him. I do. But I love Laurie too. I think. Not in the same way, but..."
"Laurie? Is that the girl...?"
"Yeah. My best friend. We've been together for ages... I remember one night, when we were in college, I came back to our apartment. I was quiet, so I didn't make noise - I heard moaning from her room. I thought she might have a man there, so I crept up... I've always been a little... anyway, she was alone, on her way, playing with... well... it was so hot. I wanted to run in and assist her... I did. But I never did. I wonder why."
"Because you were afraid."
"I guess."
"Everybody's afraid, love. It's normal. I choose not to let it bother me."

It was Barbara who kissed Belle this time.

"Then, I'm not going to let it bother me either."

The girls started kissing again, longingly, bringing their bodies together, pressing their breasts against each other's, locking lips and tongues, sliding their hands across the other's back and ass. They kept at it for a long time, allowing the tension to rise between them. Belle eventually pulled away.

"Oh... I'm horny."
"I have an idea... if you're game..."
"Oh! I think I am... tonight anyway. I don't know. I don't want to waste this... and if I keep him waiting a little..."

Belle kissed Barbara again.

"I hear you. Hang on."

Barbara got off the bed and went to her coat, lying on the ground. She looked at the inside pockets and retrieved two items: a belt harness and a strap-on dildo. Belle's eyes widened.

"You really were expecting to fuck me!"
"Always be prepared for anything. Have you ever tried it?"
"No..."
"Want to do me first, see how it looks?"
"Okay..."

Barbara winked as she came back to the bed. She tied the harness to Belle's waist and hips and the dildo to the harness. She then had Belle lie down on her back, with the device sticking up.

"I love doing this..."

Barbara climbed on top of everything, resting her pussy against the hard toy - she then played with it a little at the edge, before starting to slide onto it. She moaned loudly.

"Oh! God!"

She smiled and looked down at Belle, who was staring at Barbara's pussy, where the shaft had just disappeared. Barbara went to rest her hands on Belle's breasts, kneading them gently.

"Just sway your hips up and down... like you were the man."

Belle did just that; in mere moments, adding her own momentum to the sway, Barbara was in vocal ecstasy, riding herself hard on the device. The mere sight of Barbara moving up and down, her breasts dangling, made Belle desire her even more. She couldn't wait for her turn to come up. Damned be Francis. If he'd had the right to enjoy this fine piece of woman, why shouldn't she?

Barbara collapsed on top of Belle after achieving a loud and violent orgasm.

"Oh God! Sweet Jesus all mighty...."

Barbara kissed Belle's lips, the device still inside her pussy.

"So good... I want you to take me again, Belle..."
"Okay."

Barbara got off and went on all-fours, exposing her glistening pussy and her ass to Belle. Belle got up and, getting on her knees, proceeded to glide the device into Barbara.

"Fuck me good... make me come good..."

And so Belle went off, swaying her hips back and forth, riding the artificial shaft into Barbara's pussy. The moans of pleasure filled the room again.

"Faster... oh God do me faster!"

It was hard for Belle to keep the pace, but she did, and sooner than later, she felt Barbara's orgasm reach her once again, as Barbara jerked around back and forth, collapsing on the bed. Belle collapsed on top of her, the device still twisted inside Barbara's pussy. Belle felt good on top of Barbara, dominating her.

"You're one awesome fuck, Barbara, did you know that?"
"You betcha... and it ain't over yet."

Barbara pushed Belle off of her. The shaft came out and snapped back into place. Barbara turned on her back, allowing Belle another way to access her pussy.

"Damnit, Barbara... You already came twice. When's my turn?"
"Three times the charm, baby... do me one more time..."

Belle didn't insist. She slid back into Barbara, this time lowering herself onto her. As she pumped into her pussy, Belle locked lips with Barbara. Belle's hips were already tired from all the swaying, but she wanted to make this last. She paced herself as best she could, and before long, she had Barbara in the throes of ecstasy once more. Another orgasm sent Barbara's head tilting backwards over the side of the bed. Belle just collapsed on top of Barbara. Her hips were like jelly. Barbara wrapped her arms around Barbara and kissed her everywhere she could reach on her face and neck.

"Oh yeah..."
"I'm tired..."
"All right, baby, rest against me a little... we'll pick this up in a moment... I promise I'll give you the ride of your life..."

Belle closed her eyes. She was almost ready to fall asleep. She hadn't realized it, but the constant rubbing of the harness and edge of the dildo against her sex and its surrounding area had also provided her with some release. And Barbara's warm arms were so inviting...

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"How long do we wait for her?"

Laurie's question was pertinent. To be honest, Francis was getting a little worried, though he tried not to hide it.

"It shouldn't be long now."
"Maybe you could call back."
"No... she knows I'm here."
"More coffee?"
"Sure."

Laurie got up. From the kitchen, she hailed to Francis.

"What do you expect to do when she shows up?"

Francis didn't answer, because he didn't really know. It would all depend on how she was when she came in. Would she be angry at him? Apologetic? Indifferent? Would she jump into his arms or scorn him? A lot of things were still unresolved in his mind. And of course, there was the presence of Barbara in the equation. He wasn't sure how good of an idea it had been to send her to take the pictures. But he really didn't have anyone else who could do it. At least, Barbara would have a notion of his predicament. But he really didn't know her that well. He finally provided an answer as a refilled cup of coffee came his way.

"We'll see."

Laurie didn't like that answer. She wanted to ask Francis to leave. He was invading her home, even if he was civil about it. She had work in the morning. It was already past one.

It looked like neither of them was going anywhere for a while.

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(Thanks to molten_man again. The length of the sections I write vary from part to part because these stories are written as spur of the moment additions. It's next to have a long, drawn out scene once in a while. This one is shorter, but hopefully as enjoyable.)

Belle slowly tilted her head to the side and squirmed gently. She was feeling extremely content and satisfied. For a moment, she failed to remember why.

Suddenly, her wandering hand groped a breast - another woman's breast - and the memories of her location came back to her. She jumped up, startling Barbara who was also resting in the same bed.

"Oh my God! What time is it?"
"One thirty... about..."
"You let me sleep?"
"Well, not much, just maybe half an hour."

Barbara's hands went to rest on Belle's hip.

"It's funny. I'm the one who got more than her share and you're the one sleeping."

Belle realized she was still wearing both strap-on and harness.

"Oh my God! I have to get to Francis."
"He'll be there..."
"It's just.. oh... I really have to go..."
"Don't you want me to do you too?"

Belle froze. She remembered the conversation. She had allowed herself to go second - but her exhaustion had caused her to collapse afterwards, before Barbara had a chance to return the favor. She still didn't have her fix - and she had been looking forward to it. But truth be told, she was more worried about Francis and Laurie than she was about her own physical pleasure right now. Her emotional need was greater than her physical need.

"Are you sure you have to go?"
"I have to. I'm sorry..."
"You don't have to be... you're just missing out on something, well... I can't promise it will come around again."

Belle smiled at the woman but her mind was made up.

"Barbara, you're sweet and I appreciate the offer, but there are priorities here, and franky... I'd enjoy it, but I've already wasted enough time. It'll take me at least twenty minutes to get to Laurie's place."
"All right... you're walking?"
"Sure."
"I can drive you."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course..."

Belle was suspicious and she decided to voice her concern out loud.

"Why are you being so nice and... nice?"
"Honey, I like you, but don't think it's personal. I have a ride, you don't. I'm just offering."
"Okay. Sorry."
"It's okay, honey... you already paid me in full for the ride anyway..."

Barbara laughed as she got up and moved towards her coat, lying on the floor. She didn't seem to have any other clothing.

"You came naked?"
"Well, yeah... I mean, I knew you'd already be, so..."

Belle let a large smile fill her face, much to Barbara's delight.

"You're quite a looker, Belle..."
"Thanks. So are you..."

Belle bit her upper lip. She did fancy having Barbara ride her hard... but not now. Maybe later. Another time, if it was possible. Or maybe not. She imagined it all depended on what Francis and her would discuss later. She wasn't tired anymore.

As she went to get dressed, she noticed her clothes were still somewhat wet. She put on the panties as best as she could, but decided to abandon the bra. She slid her skirt on, then clung the fabric of the shirt to her body. She could see her nipples through the damp cloth. She didn't care.

Barbara recovered the camera and took out the memory stick, handing it to Belle.

"Here. You're supposed to have it."
"You keep it."
"Honey, I'm flattered, but I can't take it with me... I can't risk my husband finding out what I did here."
"You're married? I thought you were..."
"You didn't ask."

Barbara had a point. The two women exited the motel room and headed into the parking lot. The downpour had turned into a drizzle now. They hurriedly made it into the car.

"Where to?"

Belle gave her the directions to Laurie's place. The drive there was silent. Barbara put on the radio. When they finally reached the destination, Belle let out a long sigh.

"Something wrong, honey?"
"Just asking myself... what I'm going to say."
"Just tell the truth. You can't keep lying. You don't want to. Some people can, others can't... I think lies eat you up inside, so... just tell the truth."
"About you and me?"
"If you want to... I mean, it's not like he didn't take advantage of me first."
"True."

Barbara's hand went to rest on Belle's shoulder.

"You should know something about what he's going through now... and he should do the same. If you can't sort it out, just... well... to be blunt, don't fight for something that's not worth it."
"What if it is?"
"Then fight for it, love... with all your might."

Barbara leaned in and kissed Belle on the lips.

"I'm still not sure what to do when I face him."
"I might have an idea for you, love."

Barbara's smile told of another shrewd idea hatching itself into her mind. Belle was sure she would like it.

====================

Laurie's head was resting against the pillow on her couch. She was only half-asleep; she was aware that Francis was getting impatient across the room. He had turned on her television set and put it at some sort of show; she couldn't see what it was from this angle. She was still waiting for Belle, hoping she would come soon. She was certain, though, that tomorrow she would call in sick - she was dead tired already.

Francis, on the other hand, was still full of energy, even if it was misguided. He had anticipated Belle's arrival around one in the morning; it was now almost two. He was wondering what kept her - or if she was even going to come. He had been tempted to pick up the phone and call the motel room, but he hadn't built up the courage yet. Once in a while, his gaze wandered towards Laurie. From his position, watching her cuddled on her couch, he could see under her nightgown - she didn't wear any underwear. He tried not to look but his gaze often brought him back. He wasn't really paying attention to the images on the television. There was no sound.

There was suddenly a knock on the door. Laurie jumped up, but Francis was faster than her. Laurie stood up and remained motionless, while Francis headed for the door. Without looking through the peephole, he unlocked it and opened the door.

He froze: there, in the hall of the apartment complex, stood his wife, Belle, stark naked, safe for her handbag, tucked under her arm.

"Hello Francis. Can I come in?"

[molten man]

wow!! awesome.......

[interesting]

Francis stared at the naked form of his girlfriend, standing in the hallway to Laurie's apartment, in the middle of the night leading into Monday. He was frozen in place - she stood defiant, facing him with no shame or no restraint. If someone had happened to come along, it seemed to Francis that she wouldn't have flinched an inch.

"Well?"

She placed her hands on her hips and tilted her legs. She looked so beautiful; notions of regret made their way into Francis' mind but he decided to keep them to himself - at least for the moment.

"Uh... okay, come in."

She smiled and pushed him aside, making her way into the apartment. Laurie raced to her, to give her a hug, but froze at the sight of her naked best friend. But Belle just pushed forward and gave a huge hug and a kiss to Laurie, before letting her go and turning to Francis.

"You should close the door."
"Uh... right."

And he did so, careful to lock it before heading back into the living room. Belle set down her purse on the floor but remained standing, still defiant, as Francis returned to his side of the room. Laurie sat on her knees in her chair, right beside Belle.

Belle was pleased with the idea. Her presence at the door, naked, had been enough to destabilize her husband. She needed it that way. She needed to take control of her life back. She had abandoned it to him for his games - to some pain and some delight on her part - but now was the time for her to be strong and confront him. She knew about his affair. He knew about hers. They were on a level field. She knew she had her share of responsibility in what had transpired; she also knew that she needed him to acknowledge his own guilt, or they wouldn't have a chance to get back together.

"First off, Laurie, I'm sorry you got dragged into all this."
"It's... okay. I'm sort of involved."
"You are... but that's no reason to be an ass about it."

She looked at Francis as she spoke the last sentence. Francis didn't know what to think of this. He had expected Belle to come back apologetic. She had regained some confidence.

"Now, Francis... we don't need to involve Laurie in our discussion."
"I think we do."
"If you see it like that... Laurie?"
"I'm okay. I'll stay."

Belle had wanted some time alone with her husband; it would have been easier to say what was on her mind without worrying about the repercussions.

"I met Barbara."
"Oh..."

Francis knew she had told her everything. It was too obvious. He understood better his wife's reaction now.

"And."
"And we had sex."
"What?"

Francis was shocked.

"Well, to be specific, I did her... she didn't do me. Not that we didn't think about it, but I wanted to come here more."
"You had sex with her?"
"So did you."

Laurie was having a hard time following them.

"What? What are you talking about? Did Francis have an affair? I thought..."
"See, Francis, that's why I didn't want Laurie here."

Francis looked to the ground, ashamed. Laurie recovered.

"It's okay. I get that things are complicated."

Belle moved towards Francis and knelt in front of him to catch his gaze.

"Honey... we do need to talk. And we need to apologize to each other."

Francis didn't answer. His entire plan had backfired on him. It was one thing for him to know that he had cheated; he could handle that. But knowing that this girlfriend knew was beyond the scope of his imagination. He could not fathom her reaction. Belle insisted.

"Francis, look at me."

He looked into her eyes.

"I messed up bad. With Laurie. I had an impulse and I acted on it, and it was wrong."
"Look, Belle... if you didn't want to marry me, you didn't have to."
"But I did. I do. Honey, look at me."

Francis had shifted his gaze away again.

"Please don't look away."
"I'm sorry..."
"You're feeling guilty? Well, so was I... we had our honeymoon, and then... when we got back... I just couldn't look at myself in the mirror. I couldn't."
"I didn't want to have sex with her, but I just..."
"I'm not saying it's entirely my fault, Frank, but I take my responsibility. I mean.. we went from having sex everyday... sometimes more than once... to no sex at all. And you held out... for three months."
"But I gave in..."

Belle got up.

"Francis, I've already forgiven you for it."

He looked up at her.

"But if you won't forgive yourself, there's not a damn thing I can do about it."

Francis wanted not to feel guilty; he wanted to be happy that things were turning out this way, but he still felt like he had failed her miserably. He had given up hope of things getting better.

"What about Laurie?"
"What about her?"
"Do you love her?"

Belle had anticipated that question.

"I do. But not like I love you. She's my best friend, my confident... do I regret what happened? No."

Laurie blushed. Belle continued.

"I regret not coming clean about it. I regret that it caused me to fall into such a rut that it lead you into the arms of another. I've met Barbara. I know you didn't go to her for love. You went for sex. To be honest, I can see why."
"You had sex with her?"
"Yes. Well, she put a strap-on on me and... why am I telling you this?"

Francis smiled a little. Belle was pleased.

"I'm sorry, Belle. I... did a bad thing and... I just don't know how to deal with it."
"Did you have fun?"

He was stunned by the question. She had to repeat it.

"Well... yes."
"Good."
"Why aren't you mad?"
"Maybe because I can relate... maybe because it's better not to be mad but to be understanding. Look, I can get mad all I want, it doesn't change anything. I still love you. I may not like what you did, but I can grasp why... can you understand why I did what I did?"
"I'm not sure. I mean... I never imagined..."
"Never?"
"Well, okay, maybe I fantasized, but to actually know that you two... did it?"

Belle moved towards Laurie and sat on the edge of the couch. Laurie turned her head towards Belle.

"Did what, Francis? This?"

Belle kissed Laurie on the mouth. Francis was as shocked as Laurie was, but she didn't pull back. The kiss didn't last long.

"Was that it?"
"Well... yeah and..."
"That we had sex?"
"Yeah..."
"What are you more angry at? That I did it, or that you weren't there?"

The question struck Francis like a wall. The notion had never even entered his mind, but now that Belle was voicing it, he was wondering if it rang true.

"Because I know you've thought about it. Remember?"
"Yeah, I remember."

Early on in their relationship, they had talked about their own sexual preferences, desires, needs and ambitions. They had talked about experimentation, threesomes, and other such things, but only as talk, never as introduction to anything further. Belle continued.

"I know you had your own experimentations in college... well, I didn't have that many, really."
"Belle... I'm sorry I cheated on you. I swear, it will never happen again."
"Don't swear too fast, honey."
"What? Why?"

Belle got up and walked back towards Francis.

"I don't think we should make any grand decisions tonight."
"Why not?"
"Well, first of all, because it's late; second, right now, we're both highly emotional and high-strung - I think we need to sleep on it; and third, well, I'm not sure I want to make the same promise."
"Come again?"
"I'm just saying... this happened, and we can't deny it did, and some of it, well... was pleasant. The only part that got to me was the lying and the deception..."
"I'm not sure I follow."
"I'm not sure of what I'm saying either, all I'm saying really is... let's think on it. Sleep on it."

Belle turned to Laurie.

"Do you have any clothes I can borrow?"
"Sure."

Laurie got up and went to her room. Francis was still uncertain as to what exactly was happening with his wife. She motioned for him to remain quiet, as Laurie came back with a skirt, panties and a sweater.

"Thanks, love. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Francis, you and I should be heading home."
"Okay."

Belle and Francis left Laurie's apartment, much to her delight. She loved them both, Belle somewhat more than Francis, but she had her fill of their argument. She hoped they would continue patching things up.

As she went back to bed, she pursed her lips. She could still taste Belle's lips on her own.

[molten man]

Excellent, keep it goinG!!

[interesting]

The drive back from Laurie's place to Belle and Francis' apartment was uneventful and quiet. It wasn't a long ride anyway.

The couple entered the building and started to move towards the stairs. Belle stopped Francis at the bottom. They had to climb several floors to get to their apartment.

"Francis..."
"Yes?"
"Let's talk."
"Here?"
"Yes here. It didn't bother you to have me running around town right before midnight in the drenching cold and rain, did it?"
"No... I guess not. Okay. What do you want to talk about?"
"Us."
"Makes sense. But what?"
"Well... here's the thing. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Yes, but is it enough?"
"I'm not following you."

Belle sat on the bottom stairs, while Francis leaned against the railing.

"Francis, you cheated on me."
"You cheated first."
"Yes. And I paid for it. I jumped through your hoops and... well, I even exposed myself to strangers in the club."
"What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it. I'm sure your friend... Lou... can tell you all about it."
"Okay."
"But I played along. I wore your clothes, got the drinks, exposed myself to get the info from Lou and nearly made a fool of myself in front of everyone... braved the elements, got to the motel, got naked as ordered and even let... Barbara... take pictures of me."
"Do you have them?"
"Yes I do. But my point is this : I've atoned for my transgression with Laurie... Barbara, you set her on my path, so I don't feel guilty about that."
"But..."
"But you haven't atoned for what you did with... Barbara."
"Ah!"

Francis was finally understanding where she was going.

"I don't necessarily agree but I can see how you could see it like that... but what do you want to do about it? Do you want me to... be punished?"
"As a matter of fact, yes."
"Okay. How?"

Belle looked up the stairs.

"I've been racking my brains around that one, and I do have a few ideas... ideas that you might actually enjoy. Francis, I need some kind of... justice, let's call it that. I played your games. You play mine now."
"For how long..."
"Until the night is over. Until morning."

Francis was reluctant to abandon himself. Belle became insistent.

"No questions asked. I did all you asked and didn't even flinch. You'll be able to check for yourself, since you had all these witnesses around me."
"But..."
"Francis... would you deny me the satisfaction of getting a bit even with you?"

To be truthful, Francis still felt shame, not only over his adventure with Barbara but with his entire planning of her night. Things were going better; he was trying to be understanding and kind. He didn't want to aggravate his case. She had forgiven him. She had gone to great lengths, in fact, to achieve that goal. It seemed only fitting that he would do the same to regain her trust.

"I'll do it. For us."

She smiled.

"That's all I need. Do you trust me, Francis?"
"I do."
"Good. You gave me three tasks to do. I'm going to give you an equal amount. And, as I said, you might even enjoy them. I must admit to some... satisfaction during my evening, and not just when I met Barbara."

He nodded his consent. If this was needed to cement his relationship further, to erase the errors of the past and move on, he would comply with her demands. Besides, he knew she wouldn't ask him to do something too extreme. At least, that's what his conscious mind told him.

"Your first task. Get naked and give me your clothes. I'll go up the stairs first; you count to thirty then you follow me. No running."
"Can I keep my shoes on?"
"Sure. No problem."

He didn't fancy walking barefoot on the dirty stairs.

"Can I have an idea of what else you're going to have me do."
"Well, you didn't give me forewarning about anything, so no."
"Wait a minute. My first card had your first two tasks."
"Really? I guess that's true. All right, here's what I want you to do. As you're walking up the stairs, start stroking yourself; if you're good and hard when you reach the top floor, I'll give you a surprise."

Francis' eyes popped up.

"After all, there's a certain situation we need to remedy ASAP."

Francis didn't need any other form of motivation. He started removing his clothes. His pants and shirt didn't bother him at all. His underwear, however, took some doing. The excitation and the thrill of what he was about to do already made him half hard. She picked up his clothes and started walking up the stairs.

"Remember, nice, slow steps. And keep yourself hard."

He watched her climb away as he started counting the seconds in his mind. He timed it with the movements on his shaft. A cold draft was striking his ass. He didn't even wonder if someone was going to come around. It was Sunday night, after two in the morning. Who in their right mind would be up at this time?

The countdown got to thirty and his legs started darting up the stairs. He could picture his wife waiting for him up all those stairs. Six floors. Fourteen steps each. He counted each step in tune with the stroking of his hardening cock. The notion of his wife waiting for him up the stairs was driving him on. No amount of fatigue was going to thwart his ascent. He cleared a floor, then another; it was hard not to hasten his pace but he managed it. Three floors. His excitation was getting the better of him; he forced himself to slow down, both his steps and his stroking, as he made his way towards the top floor, the sixth floor, his floor, his wife's floor.

As he rounded the corner, he saw her on all fours, presenting her behind to him at the top of the stairs. She had removed her panties (Laurie's panties) and lifted her skirt, exposing the wet portion of her pussy to him. He shivered from the image. The sight finished hardening his cock without any assistance from his hand.

"Here's your present, love. If you can take me in one movement, no playing around and no wobbling about, you can fuck me. Here and now."

Francis' heart skipped a beat; he felt it start again in his groin. He had longed for this moment for so long now - he wanted to fell her pussy wrapped around his cock. But there was a challenge, and he knew what it was. First try had to make it. He knew she wasn't bluffing. He knew she would hold out on him. And he knew he didn't want that.

It had to work. It just had to.

[molten man]

Excellent!!

Nice Writing..

[MasFresco]

Excelent story man, you should be making people pay for this stuff.

[BLOEM51]

Excellent story. You`ve done a great job

[interesting]

Perhaps it was because Francis was too anxious. There could have been other reasons. It didn't matter anymore. Francis had failed.

Belle had been on all fours, her ass and pussy exposed to him; he was naked in the stairwell, a few steps down, his erection hard as he stared at her. He had walked up the stairs gently and had positionned himself as best as he could to enter her in one swoop. He couldn't be better positioned. And yet... he had failed. His cock had just rested against her bottom, and he had failed.

His first reflex had been to try again, but she had told him to stop.

"Sorry, honey."

Francis shivered from the moment. Belle got up and turned to him; the dress fell back into place, covering her nudity.

"You'll get another chance."

She could read the disappointed in Francis' face. He had been anticipating this for so long and now... now... he was almost sobbing from the accumulated stress.

"Come on. Let's get to the apartment."

She didn't bother handing him back his clothes; they just walked into the corridor. She took out his keys from his pants and unlocked the door, letting him in. He had not said a word so far.

"Damn..."

It was all he could do to muster the strength to utter these words. Belle grabbed his attention once she closed the door.

"Francis..."
"Yes?"
"Do you want to do me?"
"God yes, please!"

She smiled at him.

"I want to do you too... but there's something we need to settle first. I'll ask you a very simple question."
"Okay..."
"What are you willing to do to for me to allow you to have sex with me right now?"
"Anything!"
"Watch out. I'll hold you to that."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... this is my third trial for you. I'm asking you - how far are you willing to go, right now and from here on, if I let you make love to me?"
"How far...?"
"Let's put it this way, honey. I own you. I can have you do anything I want... no matter what..."
"Hang on now... I'm not doing anything with another guy..."
"See, that's my point. I want a contract, not in writing, between you and me, right now... so we can set our limits."

Francis was in no shape to discuss this with Belle at the moment; his erection wasn't going away. Still, he managed to find a compromise.

"Well... okay Belle... I say I agree to your contract... but we fill it out tomorrow. I'll be... I'll do what you ask of me, provided I get to say no if it's too extreme."
"Sounds fair. Here's how I see it: every time you say 'no' to me, you're giving me permission to do something on my own."
"Something?"
"Something wild. We can settle on the details tomorrow."
"Okay."
"So you accept?"
"Yes."
"Then fuck me..."

It didn't take any more for Francis. He lifted Belle up against the wall and slid his hard cock into her, this time on the first try. Belle almost screamed.

"Oh God! Your dick inside me... so good!"

Francis started to pump into her, lifting her up and down as he proceeded to finally get what he had been craving for all these months.

"Put my panties into your mouth..."
"What?"
"Do it!"

Francis had to drop her to reach for the panties, now lying on the table. He picked them up and put them into his mouth. As he was doing so, Belle pulled off of him and removed her skirt, racing towards their bed. Biting into the panties, Francis caught up with her, pushed her on the bed on all fours and proceeded to enter her from behind. As he did so, he reached for the shirt she was wearing and helped her undo it.

"Oh Fuck!"

Francis was like an animal, indefatigable. He kept on riding her hard, and she moaned in return. They were so loud the neighbours might hear them, but neither of them cared. Francis was certain that his release would come fast, but it didn't. He tossed Belle on her back and slid into her as easily as before. Pumping with all his might, pushing her into the throes of ecstasy like he hadn't done since their honeymoon, he finally released into her, in a loud cry of pleasure and triumph, as her scream echoed his.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her.

Within minutes, both Belle and Francis were deep in sleep, dreaming of sexual adventures of many kinds, both unaware that they had set upon a new path in their relationship, one they would only start exploring the following day.

[molten man]

your story has a nice twist!!

[interesting]

Thanks molten_man (and all others). I'm putting this story on indefinite hold; this is a nice temporary conclusion anyway. My ideas ran out on this, but they'll be back, so don't worry about it. I'm going to work on other projects (not necessarily on the site but possibly for some).

In the meantime, you can always read the other stories I have put up elsewhere on the site. Check my Blog for the details.

Thanks for reading.

[molten man]

hmm. I would have loved it if u could continue but anyways this ending is pretty nice!!

[interesting]

As I said, I may get back to it eventually. A temporary conclusion is nice - at least it doesn't leave you too much in suspense.

Expect more from me elsewhere as ideas pop in and out.

[interesting]

When Francis woke up in the morning, he was alone in bed. It took him a moment to stir into consciousness. As he made his way out of the bedroom, he noticed it was already light outside. He was late for work. He didn't care. Belle was sitting on the couch, naked, her legs spread apart. She was gently teasing herself with one hand and talking on the phone she held in the other. It took a moment for Francis to react and realize she was talking to Laurie.

Belle turned to Francis for a moment.

"I called in sick for you and for me. We need today."

It was fine by Francis. Belle returned to her conversation with Laurie and her fingers kept playing with herself. Francis hurried to the bathroom before morning wood (and the sight of his naked wife teasing herself) made it impossible for him to pee. He returned to the living room; she was still at it. A sneaky idea came into his mind. He walked up to her, got down on his knees and buried his head between her legs.

"Francis, what are you?... oh..."

She placed one head on the back of his head and pulled him in. Francis could only hear her side of the conversation but it was sufficient to get an idea of what was going on.

"No, we did it last night... it was intense... Francis? He's eating me out right now... I'm not kidding... no, don't hang up. I like this. It's like you're both in here with me... ooh... slow down cowboy... not you Laurie!..."

She was laughing a lot as he proceeded to lick her up. Eventually, she pushed him back, and they swapped places. She handed him the phone as she pushed him back onto the couch, and she swallowed his hard shaft. Laurie's voice came to his ears.

"Francis?"
"Yeah... ooh..."
"What's going on?"
"Belle's... blowing me..."
"You like that, dirty boy..."
"Laurie?..."
"Yeah, I bet you like her sucking up on your hard prick... you do, right?"
"Yeah..."
"I bet you just want to blow that load all across her chest, don't you?"
"Yeah..."

Within mere moments, Francis was on the edge of releasing. He heard Laurie laugh on the phone. Belle stopped what she was doing.

"Hey!"
"Oh! Come on! Didn't you have enough last night?"

Belle stole the phone from him.

"Yeah, Laurie, I'll call you later."

She hung up and turned to her husband. She smiled, but the attitude was severe.

"What?"
"Francis, let's sit down."

She moved to the table and sat on its edge. He got up from the couch and walked over to her.

"You cheated on me."
"You cheated on me."

She had brought it up; he returned the argument, but continued.

"Does it cancel out? Does it start over?"
"No. But it does raise a valid point. Why did you cheat on me?"
"Because... I wasn't getting any, we weren't talking, I was lonely and completely... well... understimulated."
"Why didn't you insist?"
"I don't know. You seemed so distant... at some point, I imagined... you didn't love me anymore."

She became silent, so he turned the question on her.

"Why did it happen with Laurie? Really?"
"Like I said yesterday night... look, Francis... I still love you. I'm hurt... but I understand. I don't blame you. I'm just... hurt."
"I'm so sorry."
"I know you are. If you weren't, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I want our life together to work. I really do. But there are some things... some things I want to do."
"Like what?"

She looked around the room.

"How many people have you slept with?"
"Maybe... twenty... thirty at most."
"I've slept with three. My first boyfriend, you, Laurie."
"Oh!"
"I'm not saying that's bad, I'm not comparing, I'm just saying... you were wild in college."
"Yeah..."
"Did you ever... do anything weird?"
"Weird?"
"Sexually I mean... threesomes... bondage... that kind of stuff."

Francis took his time before answering.

"I guess I did... well a few things..."
"How did it feel?"
"Liberating, I guess..."
"I want to do those things."
"What?"

She looked away. Some of what she was feeling was shame.

"Last night, I... fucked Barbara. With a strap-on. I fucked her good, in all sorts of positions. She... was so hot... so... like Laurie."
"Are you saying you like girls?"
"No... I like some girls... and I like sex."

She paused before continuing.

"I like boys too."

This made Francis smirk, but he could understand where she was coming from.

"Remember last night, you promised me something..."
"Something?... a contract, right?"
"Yeah."

She pushed him away and went to get pen and paper.

"I want us to write it down."
"What?"
"I want us to come up with rules. Something simple, yet elaborate. Honey, I want to try other stuff. If if offends you, I'm sorry. I love you, but what happened recently... made me think of all that I've missed out on. All those... opportunities..."
"You spoke to Barbara."
"I did. She was... very insightful."
"Yes, she was... she is."

Silence crept into the room.

"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Let's make a contract. Let's... do something about it. You want to try things, well... I want to try things too. Maybe... we can share?"
"Not all of it. But most of it, sure..."

She felt bad for saying that and it showed, but he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Honey, I understand."

She smiled back and they kissed.

"We'll... take it one step at a time."
"Sure... sounds good."

Things were returning to normal - not the normalcy they were used to but a new kind of standard, one which they would help each other redefine. It would be something exciting and new, and hopefully, it would allow them to reinvent their relationship, after the difficult turn they had just returned from.

In the end, they hoped they would be all right.
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I hope you all enjoyed this little addition. I felt it was necessary to put it here. It's either a conclusion or a possible lead into another direction. I must admit my ideas are somewhat limited as to what happens next. We can leave it to your imaginations, or if you have any suggestions as to what their contract should look like, and how their relationship and experiences should proceed, feel free to drop me a line, here or in a PM.

That is all, for now.
Your 'interesting' storyller.

[molten man]

Great job done, interesting story teller!!