Passion Relapse

by Jack Fisher

  “I’m not ready to accept I’m in that kind of trouble just yet. I don’t think you are, either,” Mary said.

  “We’re still risking it, though,” Peter said.

  “We’ve already taken plenty of risks over these past few weeks. This one is definitely the biggest to date, but it might give us the biggest reward.”

  “How big?” he asked.

  “One that will reveal whether this is just a relapse…or something far more meaningful,” Mary said.

  Another round of thunder echoed from the raging storm outside, as if nature itself was telling them the importance of the moment. Mary had made her decision. Still standing in the center of the living room, she shifted her gaze back to Peter, who had yet to make his choice.

  There was no more shock or confusion. He now seemed to be giving her idea serious thought. It had to appeal to him on some level, if only as an opportunity to have sex with another beautiful woman.

  However, she still remembered how he’d pushed her away that night they’d reconnected. Mary didn’t doubt that Peter might do it again. He had just moved back to Hartman County, just begun his treatment for sex addiction. This could either derail that effort completely or spare him the year of misery Mary had endured.

  She couldn’t tell which way he was leaning. Usually, whenever Mary offered a man sex, his reaction was pretty predictable. This was uncharted territory, which only proved that her idea had merit.

  For once, a sexual situation was completely out of her hands. For all she knew, Peter might decide to kick her out and make her wait out the storm in the hallway. She braced herself for whatever came, hoping that he would make the right decision for the right reasons.

  The air grew tense. Peter remained conflicted. He just kept staring at her, as if he were looking for signs. Finally, his demeanor shifted. A smile crept across his face as he made his choice.

  “Okay,” Peter said with as much certainty as Mary had shown earlier.

  “Okay?” Mary asked.

  “Yes. Let’s do this. Let’s have sex. Let’s see what comes of it.”

  “Great,” Mary said with a profound sense of relief.

  The hard part was officially over. She and Peter were on the same page. Now, it was time to see just how much more difficult this would get.

  “So…do you need a moment? Do you need to set the mood or get into character?” Mary asked.

  “No. That would defeat the purpose. I’m ready when you’re ready,” Peter said.

  There was no going back now. Mary was going to have sex with this man. She had no idea what it would do to her, to Peter or to their friendship. It would either be a major relapse for a couple of hardened sex addicts or the start of something truly profound.

  Chapter Fifteen

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  “All right, Peter Rogers, I am putty in your hands,” proclaimed Mary. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  These words felt so strange coming out of her mouth, her completely yielding to the whims of a man she had seduced. She was so used to making the first move, jumping a man’s bones and letting her wild lust do the rest. This time, her legs trembled with a mix of fear and excitement, not knowing what he would ask of her.

  Peter appeared just as overwhelmed. For all the women he’d slept with, she knew none of them had offered him something like this. She could tell his imagination was running faster than his brain could process. Whatever crazy plan he had in mind, Mary intended to follow it.

  “Take your clothes off,” he ordered her.

  “Okay,” replied Mary. “Want me to do a striptease or something?”

  “I don’t care how you do it. Just take your clothes off—shirt, pants, shoes, socks— everything.”

  He spoke with an assertiveness she had never heard from him. It was pretty jarring, but in a good way. He was stepping into uncharted territory, and it clearly excited him. Mary prepared to enter it with him.

  In accordance with Peter’s whims, she began to strip. She casually grasped the hem of her shirt and slid it over her head, revealing the black bra she was wearing. Then, Mary pushed down the straps of her bra and unhooked the clap in the center, letting it fall from her body. As soon as her ample breasts were fully exposed, she got a clear reaction from Peter.

  “Nice,” he said in a barely audible voice.

  Mary smiled at his reaction. He had probably seen many pairs of big breasts. Having lived in Los Angeles, he had probably seen some much bigger and rounder than hers. But he was clearly getting turned on, and the way he did so aroused Mary, as well.

  She let him admire her rack for a brief moment. He probably didn’t even register when she resumed stripping. Still facing him, Mary undid the button of the black denim pants she had worn. She began pulling them down her thighs, revealing her matching black panties. Then, following a whim, she turned around and made it into a striptease of sorts.

  In her head, Mary heard her favorite dance music from the clubs back in Miami. Following the beat, she swayed her hips sensually as she pulled the tight pants down to her ankles.

  As she leaned over to remove her shoes and socks, she made sure Peter had a perfect view of her ass. A year ago, she probably would’ve been wearing an obscenely revealing thong. It didn’t matter, though. Even with a pair of simple black panties that she’d bought on sale at a department store, she tried to make it look sexy.

  “Nice,” Peter said again, his voice barely above a whisper.

  His reaction turned Mary on even more. She hadn’t planned this. She hadn’t thought about it. She’d just done it because he’d told her to. For once, she didn’t have to put all her energy into seducing him. She could just be sexy on her own. There was something liberating about that.

  Upon stepping out of her shoes and pants, only her black panties remained. Mary let Peter admire her butt a little longer before turning around again. She continued swaying her hips, putting on a show for him. She even teased him a little, pretending to take off her panties and exposing just bits and pieces of her covered flesh. While he seemed to enjoy her sensual display, he clearly wanted more.

  “I said everything, remember?” Peter said in the same commanding voice as when they’d started.

  Mary got the message. He didn’t want to be teased. He just wanted her naked. With that in mind, she dispensed with the theatrics and removed her panties. She still did it slowly, retaining some of the mood.

  Now completely naked, Mary just stood in the center of the living room. His gaze drifted up and down her body, scrutinizing her every feature. He gave special attention to her breasts, her hips, her legs and the sexy part between them.

  Warmth flushed through Mary. It felt kind of strange, being this vulnerable. There was also something exciting about it, because she had no idea what Peter would ask of her next.

  “You look…beautiful,” he said distantly.

  “Thank you, but I had a feeling you already felt that way about my body,” Mary said. “Remember, you’re the one in control here. You have the leverage. You can have even more if you want, but I’m not going to make suggestions. You have to want it and take it.”

  She’d dared him to be bolder. She might have to double-dare him, because he still hesitated. Mary could tell he was very aroused by his breathing and the bulge in his jeans. Just doing what he’d asked—something as simple as taking her clothes off—had excited him to the point of seemingly being overwhelmed.

  His breathing intensified as he drifted his gaze up and down her naked body. His mind must have been racing, musing over everything he could make her do for him. Finally, a devious grin formed on his face. He must have come up with a way to respond to her dare, making her both nervous and excited.

  “Okay, then,” Peter said in a strangely casual tone. “You just proved to me I’ll need more than your permission to do what I want to do. I’ll also need a little incentive.”

  Before Mary could even ask what that implied, he acted. That smile never waned as he got up
from the sofa and gathered up her discarded clothes. Once in hand, he walked over to the sliding door that opened to his patio. Then, he casually tossed them into the pouring rain, leaving them crumpled up next to a deck table.

  It was a surprising and unexpected exercise of his new authority. Initially, Mary was irritated. At least he’d left her purse alone, which contained her wallet and cell. Even so, his actions left her feeling even more naked, knowing that she didn’t have anything to put back on.

  She instinctively folded her arms over her breasts and shifted uncomfortably, but she didn’t voice any complaints. She just watched Peter close the door, lock it and make his way back to the sofa where he sat down, showing a weird sense of accomplishment.

  “There. Now we both have additional incentive,” Peter said.

  “Both of us?” questioned Mary.

  “Yep,” he said proudly. “I actually have more leverage. You said if I wanted it, I had to take it, so that’s exactly what I did. Now, you can’t just grab your clothes and run off if you change your mind—not unless you want to run naked through a major storm.”

  “I wasn’t planning to, but I guess that’s not a viable option anymore anyway.”

  “That’s the point. You’ve had so many options. You took them. I had to work to get what I got with all the women I slept with. Now, it’s going to be the other way around. You want your clothes back? You want me to throw them in the dryer or give you a blanket? You’ll have to work for it. That’s incentive for you.”

  It sounded so perverse in concept, making her work just to get her clothes back. At the same time, it was pretty damn pragmatic. It gave her more incentive to do as he said, but the impact went beyond that.

  Just making her strip naked hadn’t been enough. She sensed Peter had needed to assert his control over the situation to get to the next level. It must have been exhilarating because he had an intense focus in his eyes, hinting that he was done hesitating.

  “Some incentive,” Mary said, tensing at the notion.

  “No need to be nervous. I won’t exploit it unnecessarily. You can trust me on that,” assured Peter.

  “I’m already trusting you way more than I’ve trusted every other man who’s seen me naked.”

  “And it shows. You’re nervous, but excited. I can tell this is thrilling for you, ceding control to someone and trusting they’ll use it responsibly. I guess you’ll just have to trust that my feelings for you are strong enough to keep that in mind.”

  This man was asking a lot of her, but it also revealed something important. Peter Rogers wasn’t just some random hot guy. He was an old friend who had become something more over the past few weeks.

  Mary had let herself get emotionally entangled with him—something she had avoided with so many men for so long. The kiss they’d shared earlier had revealed some strong feelings between them. If she wanted to connect with him—and possibly evoke even more powerful emotions—she needed to truly trust Peter.

  “So, what did you have in mind?” Mary asked, now no longer covering her breasts.

  “It’s nothing unreasonable, I promise. It might even be something you’ve done before…although you may not have done it sober,” Peter said mischievously.

  He stretched his limbs and relaxed somewhat, allowing himself to get more comfortable on the sofa. He was really in the spirit of things now. Still not knowing what he had planned, Mary awaited his next order.

  “Give me a lap dance—a full-nude, full-contact lap dance,” Peter said.

  “Okay. I admit that’s not as unreasonable as I expected,” Mary said.

  “So, you have done it before,” he said.

  “Once or twice—sober and not sober,” she replied. “Are there any special rules I should consider?”

  “This isn’t a club. My rules are different, but they’re simple. Just start dancing. I’ll tell you what to touch, when to touch it and how. Understand?”

  “Perfectly,” Mary said.

  “Good. Now, since the power is out, I only have my phone. It’s not a boom box at a club, but it’s better than nothing.”

  “It’ll do,” she assured.

  As Mary prepared herself, Peter retrieved his cell phone from his pocket then loaded the music he had on it. After selecting a few tracks, he set the phone down on the table next to the sofa and started the first song. It wasn’t the kind of heavy, fast-paced music that often echoed from the clubs in Miami, but it would suffice.

  Before the music even started, Mary had closed her eyes and lightly traced her hands up and down her naked body. The idea of giving a man a lap dance didn’t make her too anxious. Mary had put on sexy shows for men before and those shows had included lap dances, both clothed and unclothed. However, those dances had always been on her terms. This would be different.

  Since she would be playing by Peter’s rules this time, Mary didn’t overthink it. As soon as she heard music, she just began dancing. She swayed and swerved her upper body sensually, shaking her hips and playing with her breasts. With the sound of the rain falling outside, she established a sultry rhythm.

  When she opened her eyes, she saw that Peter clearly approved of her approach. He paid special attention to her breasts and hips. It gave Mary incentive to be even sexier, moving her hips more rapidly and touching herself more seductively. It evoked a range of feelings that led to a special kind of arousal.

  “Come in closer,” Peter said, his voice echoing with heightened interest.

  Mary did as he asked, strutting toward him like he was some high roller at a strip club. When she reached the sofa, she kept on moving to the music, never straying from the rhythm. She resisted her inclination to tempt him. She’d wait to do what he asked. It was strange, her not taking the initiative as she had always done. That helped make it so meaningful…among other things.

  “Lean over. Rub your boobs in my face,” ordered Peter.

  He sounded like a teenage boy’s fantasy, so eager and immature. There was something oddly refreshing about that. Mary mirrored that sentiment as she complied with his request, playfully shoving his face between her ample breasts. She then shook her chest back and forth, allowing him to enjoy their warmth.

  As she did so, Mary got on the couch and sat on his lap, her knees now resting at his sides. Still swaying to the beat of the music, she let her pelvis make contact with his. She could already feel a bulge in his pants from his growing manhood. She could even feel him breathing heavily between her breasts. This seemed to be exciting him in ways that were anything but immature.

  “Big, soft and natural. You’re very well-endowed, Mary,” Peter said as he looked up from her cleavage. “Now turn around and start grinding against me. Let’s see if your ass is just as endowed.”

  “Yes, sir, Mr. Rogers,” Mary said in a seductive tone.

  Slipping deeper into the spirit of the moment, Mary shifted her body so that she faced away from him. Now, her butt pressed right up against the bulge in his pants. Taking full advantage of the position, she playfully rocked and swayed, grinding her rump against the rough denim containing his hard cock. Peter reacted favorably, letting out a contented grunt as she put a little extra force into it.

  “Yeah! Just like that,” he told her.

  Then, in an act that would’ve gotten him kicked out of a typical strip club, he grabbed her ass with both of his hands and gave it a firm squeeze. His strong grip sent shivers up and down Mary’s body. It accelerated her growing need, creating a powerful heat in her core that was building rapidly.

  The sensual energy was overwhelming. Mary kept following it, making a concerted effort to draw Peter into it with her. He seemed to embrace it as well. At one point, he maneuvered her so that she was bent over the couch arm with her hands on the floor, allowing her ass to dominate his view. He made good use of his leverage, rubbing and squeezing her butt as he pleased. He even gave it a few hard swats.

  This startled Mary at first. He hadn’t asked for permission. She hadn’t demanded i
t of him, either. He’d just done it, following whims he’d told her he’d never dared follow before. The swats hadn’t been too hard or too soft. They had been delivered with just the right amount of impact.

  As he continued swatting, the heat building in Mary’s core made one thing clear. This was a very different sexual experience from those that had fueled their addictions. Even though Peter was in a perfect position to exploit his control, he hadn’t. That evoked a strange feeling in her, mixing basic sensual need with a more complex emotional response.

  It felt like something she should’ve pursued years ago. Already, she was getting more out of this than she had any sexual experience in her recent memory. It kept growing in intensity and energy, leaving Mary wanting more.

  “Such a nice ass,” Peter said, giving it another swat.

  “Thanks. I work hard on it,” Mary said.

  “It shows. It’s enough to make a man crazy.”

  Showing increasing assertiveness, Peter grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back into an upright position. He reached around and gave her breasts a hard squeeze.

  This triggered a sharp gasp from Mary, revealing the extent of her arousal. Her entire core trembled under the growing heat within her. Her heart rate spiked and she felt a light sweat forming on her naked skin. She could no longer keep dancing to the music. Her excitement made it too difficult, and Peter took notice.

  “You’re really getting turned on from this, aren’t you?” he asked in a half-serious tone.

  “I am,” she replied.

  “So am I. Guess that means we’re doing something right, so let’s keep doing it.”

  “And how do you want to go about that? You’re still in charge, remember?”

  “Oh, I remember,” Peter said.

  He proved his point by grabbing her waist again and turning her around so she faced him. He looked at her with such domineering authority. The way he held her and ran his hands over her naked body… It showed that he had fully embraced this mentality.