Jocelyn sighed deeply. “You know, I had this premonition weeks ago when Alex’s wild ideas were blooming. I had a feeling these plans would never materialize.”
“You’re psychic too?”
“Just a very wise woman.”
“That’s obviously why I married you. You take disappointment well.”
“Oh, I don’t plan to be disappointed.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I’m not sure yet, but I’ll think of something. I’m not going to be the most efficient business woman in the city, organizing my crises around my vacation plans, to throw a free week out the door.”
Reggie looked as if he wanted more of an explanation, but he wouldn’t ask.
Jocelyn stood up.
“When do you suppose you’ll finally be free of all these tethers?” she asked.
“About midnight.”
“I thought you’d be done by three.”
“Since we’re postponing our vacation…” he started.
“But midnight? That’s not good enough. I may wait for my vacation, but I’m not going to wait for everything.”
Sauntering around the desk, she pushed Reggie’s chair about, and then knelt between his knees. A noncommittal response was all he’d give, even when she unzipped his pants and withdrew his prick. But as she sucked his organ, his body responded. Her lips were too sweet to ignore and the feel of her warm mouth quickly changed his mood. Moments later standing up, he pulled Jocelyn to her feet and flung her over the edge of the desk on to the pile of papers. Her firm ass cheeks gave him a second wave of pleasure as he held them tightly in his grasp. She hadn’t even worn pantyhose, just a cream colored lace garter belt to hold the delicate silk stockings.
“I like it when you’re shaved here,” he said as he caressed her smooth labia. “Should shave more often.” He pressed himself against her, his cock moving through the opening of her cunt to the moist pulsing treasure beyond. With his arms going around her, it was easy to undo the two buttons holding her jacket together. Fondling her breasts was as simple as reaching beyond the lace teddy underneath. Just like every other time they made love, he swept her into his control, and for that instant, she was free of the burdens that often weighted her down. The two were off on a fantastical excursion that lifted them from anything disordered and irritating in their lives.
He rocked her hard, the penetration going deeply within her so there was enough pain to make her moan and wince. But the bliss was descending, the orgasm tripping through her as she gave him his. Reggie grunted behind her as he came; and then withdrawing from her afterwards, he held her a few moments longer, his hands still relishing the feel of her soft skin. At last he pulled away and left her collapsed against his desk.
Jocelyn was still sighing when she heard the zipper going up on his pants. His leather chair creaked as he sat down, and she was still thrust bottom’s up over the desk recuperating.
He smacked her ass sharply and she jerked up.
“You ass! Have you no shame?” she snapped. “I do like a little time to recover.”
“I’m fully recovered,” he replied, pulling her off his desk.
She stood between his legs, looking down at his face, letting her hand run through his immaculate blond hair. He reached a hand up under her skirt. “Little wet down here,” he said.
“It’ll dry,” she replied.
Reggie liked her being free enough not to care about the sticky dampness between her legs.
“So you’ll be home at midnight?” she asked.
“Maybe sooner,” he replied.
She stared at the pile of papers on his desk and shook her head. “You know, darling, you really should hire a good consulting firm to clean up this mess,” she said. “I know a very good one.”
“I can’t afford your professional services, Jocelyn. Even you told me that,” he reminded his wife. Their relationship had begun when he’d hired her firm to help reorganize his company. She never let him forget the fact that she had been responsible for turning around his sagging sales.
“Well then, maybe next time we plan a vacation, you can afford me and I’ll take care of this,” she said, mocking him gently for the harrowing disarray.
He looked up at her steely eyed and rigidly cold. “You know there are prices to pay, my darling, for your condescending attitude, big ones. When you least expect it.”
Jocelyn grinned as she moved away from him, restoring her skirt to its decent place. “That’s what I was hoping,” she replied, the rosy blush on her cheeks making her face look gloriously sexy. She walked to the door with a decided sway to her bottom.
“You swish that sassy ass of yours in front of my eyes one more time, you’ll be paying the prices soon,” he remarked.
Swish her ass? Was that all it took? With the thought of the promised consequences in mind, as she left the office, Jocelyn hips moved as provocatively as she knew how, though she wasn’t so sure that her husband even saw it, with the way his attention was drawn back to the work in front of him.
Chapter Three
“Alex, how about California, you and me? A far different vacation than we planned, but why should we spoil our whole week?”
“Reggie can’t go either?” Alex asked, hearing Jocelyn’s proposal take her off guard. “I was just unpacking.”
“Would Will mind?”
“Mind? He isn’t even here. But what’s Reg doing?”
“Staying home, or actually staying at the office. I’m beginning to think he’s glued to the chair. By the looks of things, if I want to see him at all next week, I’ll have to move into the building, maybe pack picnic dinners and bring a cot to sleep on.”
Alex was silent for a while, thinking. Changing plans was never easy for her, though this was likely the very thing Will would want her doing while he was gone.
“We could get pampered,” she finally said. “The spa is supposed to have all sorts of soothing body treatments. The way I was treated this morning, I think my body could use a little soothing.”
“So, we’re going,” Jocelyn said adamantly, making the decision for both of them. “Now all I have to do is tell Reggie.”
“You haven’t told him?”
“No, I got the inspiration on the way home from his office. I figured I’d check with you first.”
“How about cook him a terrific dinner?”
“Naw. That won’t work. You and I have to leave at eight, Reg won’t be home till midnight. I’ll just have tell him over the phone.”
That took more guts than Alex would ever have with Reginald Harold. But then Jocelyn, being his wife, got away with things no other woman would dare try with him.
“So, I’ll re-pack my suitcase,” Alex cheerfully replied. “Call me only if he says no.”
“He won’t say no,” Jocelyn replied confidently. “Just meet me at the airport.
***
Jocelyn and Alexandra were on the plane sitting side by side as the flight took off at eight o’clock that evening. Both of them had smiles on their faces, almost as if they were escaping something, though neither could tell what that something was.
“So what did you tell him?” Alex asked the happy redhead once she settled into her first class seat.
“That I wasn’t going to spoil my week off. I’d never have any peace if the office knew I was home. Thankfully, he appreciates that sort of thing. Some emergency’s got him all riled up, so I don’t suppose I’d see much of him anyway if I stayed home.”
It was odd for Alex to imagine Reggie married, even though Jocelyn was the perfect woman for him. She was so different from the women that used to appeal to him. Jocelyn Killian could be a first class bitch. Alex had seen her brusque style working efficiently in a business setting, though she was always lighthearted and charming when Reggie was around. Then she would move like a fragrant flower, sumptuous and mysterious like Reggie himself, always with the trace of a smile on her lips as if she was delightfully amused by her relatio
nship with the often cold-hearted dominant. She must have discovered that Reggie isn’t as cold-hearted as everyone thinks. She would never be the kind of woman to want anything less than an affectionate lover. And Jocelyn did draw unusual bursts of affection from the man that, on occasion, were even visible in public.
He was a different Reggie with Jocelyn, a man whose company Alex could enjoy when his inherent chill was brushed aside for a gracious sense of style and good humor. Alex had seen glimpses of that man in the past, and was glad that now his bouts of amicability were more frequent. Time and Jocelyn appeared to have mellowed him. That alone was a pleasant thought, much better than the memory of her last excruciating chastisement at his hands.
Jocelyn sat with her head leaning back, eyes closed, her last conversation with Reggie running through her head. Oddly, his objection to her going on the trip had nothing to do with her leaving him. He seemed to understand the need to get out of town.
“You mean to tell me,” he said, when she raised him on the phone, “you’re going to leave me with Helena all week?”
“What’s wrong with that?” she asked.
“You just hired her, Jocelyn.”
“So I did, and she’s charming, don’t you think, a little seductress, I’d say.”
“Charming or not, she doesn’t know what the hell she’s doing, Mandy’s on vacation, and I’m supposed to tell a new maid how do to her job? You’ve got to be kidding.” Reggie’s droll delivery amused her.
“She’ll pick it up herself. She’s not stupid.”
“But damn flighty. I hate that.”
“Well take care of her faux pas with a little creativity. Not in short supply of that, are we?”
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“She starts aggravating you, do what you usually do, spank her. She’ll behave.”
“Spank her?” He chuckled.
“Oh, you can handle her, Reg. I really want to go. I’m so primed for it. And it’s your fault I’m going.” It was as close to pleading as Jocelyn would ever get. And she knew he’d relent, he was just going to make it difficult.
“I suppose you’ll do what you want, won’t you?” he finally said. She could hear the yielding in his voice.
“You’re a love. I wonder if you’ll even miss me?” she mused aloud. Over the phone, she could almost see his cold expression, and then his eyes warming to a softer hue. It was something she didn’t have to see to know that it was there.
“More than you know,” he finally said. There was a trace of sadness that pulled her heart strings, but he’d forget about it quickly. “Maybe time away might be good for both of us,” she suggested. “I’ll call you when we get to our hotel.
She was going to miss him, though there was a method in her madness. With Reggie, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ so she believed. By the time she got home, he’d be ravenous and attentive, giving her all the time she wanted in his thoughts and arms.
Chapter Four
They canceled their hotel reservations in San Francisco and Santa Rosa, planning to spend the entire week at the spa just outside of Calistoga. All the old world luxury at a premiere hotel, hot springs, long massages, mud baths, sunbathing, the arid warmth of the days, the cooler nights, and hours to relax were a sure cure for the ailments of a city that was too big, too smoggy and too fast for a peaceful state of mind.
It was also erotic, the air pregnant with sensuality, and serenity enough to engage carnal stirrings and the mind’s active imagination. Jocelyn and Alexandra were missing their husbands much sooner than they anticipated, an acute condition they both noticed early on the first day.
“You know I used to look at men and wonder about their dicks,” Jocelyn whispered to her friend, as the two were lounging by the pool, having just watched a pair firm young male buns stroll by.
“Not anymore?” Alex asked.
“I think I might before this trip’s over.”
“Oh. Are you planning to stray a bit.”
“No,” Jocelyn replied firmly. “I don’t think I could. I’m so in love with Reg, it’s hard to imagine being with another man, even in my fantasies. You do feel that way about Will, don’t you?”
“Most of the time,” Alex replied.
“And you’ve never strayed?”
Alex laughed. “Strayed is not exactly the word, but you can’t call my escapades with Reggie an example of faithfulness no matter how you try to explain it.”
“But in a way it was faithfulness,” Jocelyn objected. “You were trying to work out your relationship, and this was a mutually agreed on accommodation. Will knew everything that was going on, didn’t he?”
“Most of it, I guess. Maybe even more than I know. But he didn’t really know my state of mind, the times I thought I was falling in love with Reg.”
“Don’t you suppose Will figured you’d fall in love with him?” Jocelyn said exasperated.
“Maybe.”
“The Will I know is very shrewd,” Jocelyn observed. “Too volatile for my tastes, but I bet he knew everything, I’m sure of it. He thought of Reggie as ‘the cure’ for what ailed you then, and he knew you’d be coming home to him.”
“You know, you’re a hopeless romantic,” Alex laughed.
“I am, aren’t I? I don’t think I could be in love with Reggie otherwise. I have to have the enigma, the tease and the seduction. No different from you. And Reggie’s very good at all that.”
“Except that I must like emotional fireworks since I create so many with Will.”
“That’s just because you like your bottom mauled,” Jocelyn snickered.
Alex refused to answer that retort. “So you’re going to refrain from admiring young bottoms?”
“There’s no harm admiring. And there are some very fine ones swimming in the pool right now.”
“Oh, I think I could content myself staring at women,” Alex said with a sigh, then she leaned back, closed her eyes, and looked as if she was about to have an excursion into dreamland.
Alex’s last remark startled the redhead. She was sure that the mention of women wasn’t intended to provoke a response. Regardless, it was having a considerable effect on her body. The way Alex’s blonde hair was scattered about the lounge chair, the way her lovely limbs reclined comfortably against the cotton towel, the way her breasts protruded from the swimming suit, the essence of her was producing the oddest effect on Jocelyn, especially after the open-ended comment. Perhaps it was an invitation? She thought of Alex’s bisexuality as a novelty in her past. Perhaps not. In a place outside their normal lives all sorts of possibilities might become available. The idea was intriguing, and Jocelyn found that gazing at her sensuous friend was a surprisingly pleasant diversion.
***
On the second evening of their stay, the two walked the streets of the charming resort town looking for a small bistro for dinner. They were already more relaxed than they’d been in weeks. Just being transplanted into this easy moving atmosphere seemed to settling.
The small cafe where they stopped for dinner served spicy Mexican fare.
“It’s sexy don’t you think?” Jocelyn said as she gazed around the lovely restaurant and it Spanish style decor. “I’ll bet even the food is erotic around here.”
“It’s not all that different than anywhere else,” Alex replied.
“But the ambiance,” Jocelyn went on.
“I agree with that, except that I think eating rellenos and chili will only make me horny.”
“Then you’ll get out the vibrator,” Jocelyn whispered, as she took Alex’s arm and drew her into the restaurant.
“God, this is good,” Jocelyn declared, about an hour later, as she felt the steamy Mexican spices making her mouth pleasantly burn.
Getting horny?” Alex asked. They were half-way through the meal.
“Yeah, kinda, and you?”
“I’m always horny.”
Jocelyn watched as Alex observed the diners around them, which
was a study in itself. Her wandering eyes focused on bodies, seeming to capture them in her gaze and with imaginary talons draw them to her as if she were inspecting their souls. She was the kind of woman who observed a great deal, though it was difficult to know exactly what she thought about what she saw. Jocelyn suspected her thoughts were mostly erotic. And now, after Alex’s comment by the pool the day before, Jocelyn noted that most of her friend’s studied observations were aimed at women rather than men.
“You ever think about sex with a woman?” she asked the blonde, drawing her back to reality.
Alex looked back, her blue eyes suddenly fixed on Jocelyn’s green ones. “Do you?” she answered with a question, a mystifying smirk on her face.
Jocelyn was startled, not expecting the question to come back to her. “I don’t know. And you?”
Alex nodded. “Yes. I think about women a lot.”
“You’re bisexual?”
“Just sexual really. It doesn’t matter as long as it moves and turns me on.”
Jocelyn laughed, even though she knew her friend was completely serious.
“You’ve slept with women?”
“Slept? No. Made love to, yes,” Alex replied, as her sultry eyes combed Jocelyn’s startling beauty enough to make the redhead a bit nervous.
“Splitting hairs, aren’t we? ‘Sleeping’, ‘making love’, they really mean the same thing,” Jocelyn said. This conversation was touchy ground for her, though she didn’t understanding yet why, and why Alex was being so vague. Usually she was completely open about the intimate details of her sexual escapades, even those with Reggie. It was one of the things that made Jocelyn almost instantly close to her. She basked in the freedom she felt with her friend, where there were no judgments or boundaries to Alexandra’s sexual openness. She’d never had a friend with whom she could be so frank. Having shared some rather daunting secrets about all kinds of unique sexual theatre they had in common, her friendship with Alex was precious to her. For Alex to be so guarded now about her bisexuality put Jocelyn on edge.
Alex suddenly changed her expression, giving Jocelyn a warm smile. “I’m sorry, I’m being obtuse, aren’t I? It’s just been a long time since I’ve shared a bed with a woman, and the idea is kind of stuck in my brain right now.” Alex was thinking of Jane her first female lover, of Heidi and Ann, the women from the ‘South of France,’ and the others she’d met at Reggie’s estate. Unlike the distinct impact men always made on her, these women seemed to drift into her life and out again, leaving gifts that turned into fond memories she often returned to when she was in the right mood. How right the mood was now.
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