by Weeks, Abby
The Wives of Beverly Row 2
Abby Weeks
Copyright © 2014 Abby Weeks
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ISBN 978‐1‐927947‐30‐2
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Quote
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Back Matter
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“ALL ART IS EROTIC.”
Gustav Klimt, 1862‐1918
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“EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS ABOUT SEX EXCEPT SEX. SEX IS ABOUT POWER.”
Oscar Wilde, 1854‐1900
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I
VERONICA WAS SURPRISED AT HOW excited she felt. She thought there was nothing Hank could do in the bedroom that would excite her. She’d written him off as a complete failure as far as sexual gratification was concerned. But kneeling there on her bed with her back to the man she’d been married to for six years, waiting for him to take her, she felt suddenly aroused.
“You ready?” Hank said.
She swayed her butt left and right in answer. Hank was holding a bottle of lotion and he poured some onto his hand. Veronica held her breath as she waited for what was coming. It had been a very long time since she’d had any kind of thrilling sexual encounter and now it was coming from the one place she’d least expected it, her husband.
Twelve years ago, Veronica had married the sexiest man she’d ever met in her life. She’d been in Barcelona at the time, working at one of the best restaurants in the city. Cooking had always been Veronica’s passion and after her first marriage failed, she’d taken her life by the reins and made her way to Europe. Kyle was living with his father at the time and she had no other children so she was as free as she was ever likely to get. Veronica had always dreamed of opening a restaurant so she decided to work in as many kitchens as possible while she travelled through Spain and learned the culture. In Andalusia she learned the secret of making perfect gazpacho. In the Sierra d’as Zucas she learned how to prepare lamb for the region’s famous asado de ternasco. And in Barcelona she got a job at a small and highly regarded three-hundred year old restaurant close to the harbor. The place was like something out of a storybook. Over six months she learned everything there was to know about Catalan cuisine, from grilling vegetables for escalivada to salting cod for esqueixada. She also learned that she was a lot more adventurous than she’d ever imagined. Within a month of getting to the city she’d fallen in love with her head chef, a man a little older than her called Alejandro de Gràcia. They were married soon after and spent their honeymoon on the French Riviera. It was during that time Veronica learned just how much fun sex could be. Alejandro did everything to her. On a beach at Cap d’Agde she let him fuck her in front of a crowd of Dutch nudists. At a nightclub in Saint Tropez he had anal sex with her while she sucked off a young Frenchman she’d never seen before in her life and had never seen since. During the year she was married to Alejandro she tried everything, his appetite for her knew no bounds, and she realized that she loved being dominated and possessed by a strong man who knew exactly what he wanted. She also realized that anal sex could give a woman a kind of orgasm that she’d never even known was possible. It wasn’t something she spoke about often, but Veronica was convinced she’d discovered in anal sex a secret to attaining the perfect orgasm that other women didn’t know about.
All of that seemed to her like a different life, a life that had happened to a different person. She’d married Alejandro when she was thirty-five and they were divorced the following year. It was one of those relationships that was never destined to last very long. She came back to Los Angeles and Kyle moved back in with her. A year and a half with his father had been more than enough. For the next five years she tried to gather up the nerve to open her own restaurant. She’d wanted to use all the skills and techniques she’d learned in Spain, but it never materialized. Financially things had been tight. She couldn’t get the funds together. She also found that there was no way she could continue the flamboyant sex life she’d grown accustomed to in Europe, not as a single mother living in Topanga. When she met Hank Roycroft at the restaurant she waitressed for she was ready to settle down. And that’s what she did. She settled.
Hank was good to her, he was good to Kyle, and he was willing to offer her the financial security she hadn’t ever been able to achieve on her own. In the six years they’d been together a certain bond of affection and loyalty had grown between them. While the sex might not have been as fantastic as she’d experienced in her younger days, while her life might not have been quite so thrilling, there was a certain friendship that kept them together and made their relationship work.
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“DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME,” Veronica said softly.
She could hear Hank behind her, she could feel his hesitation. She knew this was a big leap for him, he’d never tried anything like this in his life. He was a conservative, moderate, financially stable man who owned his own house, three cars, a cottage in Aspen where he liked to ski, and had never ever dreamed of having anal sex with his wife.
Please take me, she thought to herself as she waited. She took a breath and then she felt it, the smooth, deliciously cold touch of Hank’s hand on her ass. He was rubbing the lotion into the crack of her ass with his finger. It was cool and soothing. It felt strangely erotic to feel Hank’s finger sliding along the narrow valley between her butt cheeks. When his finger passed over her anus she gasped. She hadn’t been in a position like this since her days in Europe. She arched her back and pushed out her butt and prayed that Hank had what it took to go through with it.
With both hands he began massaging her buttocks with the lotion. She didn’t know if he was stalling or getting excited. She kept her eyes straight ahead as he manfully handled her butt, rubbing the lotion into her skin, covering every crevice with slippery lubricant. She didn’t want to look back at him in case the look on his face spoiled the illusion. As she squirmed her butt left and right she imagined that Hank was hungrily looking at her ass, desiring her as much as Alejandro had all those years before.
Hank’s finger began to press against her anus and she couldn’t believe it. Was this really happening? After six years of marriage, was Hank really giving her what she wanted? Was he finally taking charge of her body like a cowboy controlling a horse? She looked over her shoulder at him. His face was expressionless.
“Does that hurt?” he said.
She shook her head.
His finger pressed slowly into her anus. She held her breath as the sensation ran through her body. It brought back memories of the Mediterranean coast, the wine, the smell of olive oil, and most of all, Alejandro. She pictured his manly, tanned chest. Rich, dark curls of hair had covered it like a lightly forested Spanish mountainside. His lips were the most delicious things she’d ever kissed.
Hank’s finger pressed all the way into her anus and then began to slide back out. Veronica could feel the excitement building up inside her. His finger slid in and out like a slow piston in a machine.
“How’s that?” Hank said.
“Good,” she said. She wished he would stop asking her questions. She
wanted him to take command of her. She wanted him to dominate her, just like Alejandro had. It ruined the illusion when he timidly asked her if he was doing it right.
Hank poured more lotion over her ass and the coolness of it against her skin made her tingle. She closed her eyes tight and tried to get her mind in the right place. She was too distracted. She tried to focus on things that aroused her about Hank. He had nice, large hands. She liked it when he held her close to him and made her feel safe. He played golf. It wasn’t working. No matter how hard she focused, even while he was fingering her ass, she found it difficult to think of him in a sexual way.
“Should I put in two fingers?” Hank said.
She wanted to tell him to just do what he thought he should do. She wanted to tell him to stop asking her everything but she knew that would only hurt his feelings.
“I think so, honey,” she said.
She kept her eyes shut as Hank slowly slid two fingers into her ass. The sensation was intense. It didn’t hurt, he was doing everything right, taking his time and moving slowly, but she somehow had the impression that he was just performing a chore and wasn’t really excited about what was happening.
She looked back at him. The look on his face was more of concentration than of passion. He was doing everything to please her, to make her happy, and that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted him to make himself happy.
“Hold on,” she said.
“Am I doing it wrong?”
“You’re doing it perfectly, honey,” she said. “You’re making me so horny I could die.”
Hank smiled and it was a smile of kindness, of friendship. She loved him, he was a good man and he took care of her, but there was no passion between them and she couldn’t manufacture it. He took his fingers out of her ass and let the skirt of her nightgown fall back down over her butt. She crawled toward him. He was still in his pajamas, the ones that reminded her of her father.
She leaned her head down into his crotch and pulled down the front of his pants. His cock was soft and flaccid. He wasn’t aroused at all. She put her lips on his small nub and began licking the head. Slowly, his penis began to come to life, stiffening as her tongue ran over the pink flesh. Hank was on his knees looking down at her. In that moment, Veronica would have found it intensely thrilling if he’d pushed her head down harder on his cock and forced it deep into her throat. But he didn’t do that. He didn’t do anything. He just leaned back and let her continue to suck on his cock as it hardened and lengthened in her mouth.
“Okay,” he said after a minute. “I think I’m ready.”
Veronica looked up at him. She wiped saliva from her lips. She wished the room wasn’t so bright. Nothing felt romantic or erotic or passionate. It was all awkward.
She turned around and lifted her nightdress, showing Hank her ass again.
“Use lotion,” she said.
He poured lotion all over his penis. Veronica braced herself and then she felt it, the tip of his cock pressed against the muscular ring of her anus. He pressed it hard against her but it didn’t slide in.
“You’re too tight,” he said.
His voice sounded strained, nervous even. Veronica just prayed they would be able to get through this ordeal without completely humiliating themselves. She gasped as Hank’s two fingers slid up into her asshole. He was becoming a little hasty. He pushed his fingers deep inside her and rotated them, trying to open up her asshole and loosen it up. He went about it like it was a job to be done and then pulled his fingers back out.
“Okay,” he said.
He got back up on his knees and pressed his cock against her ass again. She could feel that it was already beginning to soften. He pressed it against the rim of her anus but it wouldn’t breach in past the tight ring of muscle.
“This isn’t going to work,” Hank said.
“Just press harder, honey,” Veronica said. “I’m all yours.”
Hank pressed his cock as hard as he could against her ass but there was no way it was going to slide in.
“Jesus Christ,” he said. Veronica could tell he was upset, embarrassed. He even looked like he was becoming angry.
“It’s alright, baby,” she said, trying to calm him down.
“No, it’s not alright. This is just sick, Veronica. What the hell is wrong with you? Where I come from a man doesn’t try to fuck his wife in the ass.”
“I’m sorry,” Hank. Veronica was completely caught off guard. She’d could have known this wasn’t going to end well but she hadn’t expected Hank to take it out on her. “It’s just meant to be fun.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? That I’m not fun?”
“Of course not. I’m just saying that it’s not important.”
“It was important enough for you to be thinking about it all these years, to be fantasizing about it and telling your friends you want it. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel, you going around telling your friends that I’m not able to satisfy you?”
“Oh, Hank. I never tell anyone that. This is just silly. It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s not a big deal? It’s a huge deal, Veronica. What are you going to tell your friends now? That my dick’s too soft to get in your ass?”
“Honey, calm down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m sick of being made to feel like this, Veronica. I’m a completely normal, healthy man. I have normal, healthy appetites. I’m a good provider and a good husband. You’re the one with the weird butt fetish. You’re the one who refuses to be satisfied with a perfectly fine marriage.”
“Oh, Hank!” Veronica was distraught. She had no idea that Hank was going to take this so personally. She’d never seen him so mad at her. He was right. She’d made him feel small and unmanly by asking him to do this. She shouldn’t have been fantasizing about the things she’d shared with Alejandro. She should have been appreciating all the things Hank did for her. But then, on the other hand, she hadn’t asked him to try this. She’d just been honest with him about her fantasy when he’d asked.
“I just don’t know why you have to be such a slut,” Hank said.
The way he was looking at her, Veronica had never felt so small, so dirty. He was disgusted. He was so angry. He’d never spoken to her like this before, not in six years of marriage. Somehow, this had touched a nerve with him and he was taking it out on her. “Please, honey,” she said.
“You’re disgusting,” Hank said and he got up and went into the bathroom.
Veronica was stunned. What had just happened? Where had all that anger come from? She lay on the bed with her back to the door and closed her eyes. She could hear Hank in the washroom, washing his hands vigorously.
II
“MOM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY BACKPACK?”
“There’s no need to yell.”
Becky looked under her bed, in her closet, she couldn’t find it anywhere. She was going to be late for school. Kyle was going to be there any minute.
“It’s down here,” Ariel called from the kitchen. “Now come down and have some breakfast. I’m not sending you out on an empty stomach.”
Becky grabbed her favorite denim jacket and hurried down the stairs. “I don’t have time for breakfast, mom. Kyle’s going to be here any second.”
“You’ve got plenty of time,” Ariel said. “Kyle Roycroft can wait a few minutes while you have something to eat.”
Ariel sat at the breakfast bar and grabbed a bowl. They had Cheerios and Raisin Bran. She grabbed the bran.
“Slow down,” Ariel said as she sat across the bar and poured herself some coffee.
“Sorry, mom. I’m just excited.”
“Excited about school or about the boy who’s going to drive you there?”
Becky didn’t answer. There was no need. They both knew it was Kyle that had Becky so excited. She’d seen him every day since that first kiss in his truck. The doorbell rang and Becky immediately dropped her spoon.
“Wait right there,” Ariel said using her s
tern, motherly voice. “Finish that bowl of cereal. Kyle will wait.”
Becky sat and watched as her mother got up to go to the door. “Just don’t say anything embarrassing,” she said. By the time Ariel returned with Kyle, Becky had already wolfed down the flakes.
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IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL MORNING and Becky couldn’t help noticing all the things that made it so perfect. Flowers bloomed from the landscaped gardens along the row, birds sang from the branches of the trees, but most of all, Kyle Roycroft was there next to her, smiling and looking so gorgeous she just wanted to make out with him right then and there. She looked at him as he started the truck. Was this really the boy who was taking her to school? Had she really landed the hottest guy in the entire senior class? Was he going to be her actual boyfriend?
“Thanks for the ride,” she said as he pulled down her driveway.
“My pleasure,” he said.
They turned onto the street and Kyle drove slowly along the row of four houses that comprised their little neighborhood. To their right was the stunning view over the sprawl of Los Angeles and beyond it, the Pacific Ocean. Becky looked down at it.
Kyle pulled over to the curb.
“What are we doing?”
“I couldn’t wait any longer to kiss you.”
Becky felt butterflies in her stomach. “Kyle!” she said. “My mom will see us.”
They were parked in front of Trudy Luxton’s house, two doors down from Becky’s house.
“She won’t see us here,” Kyle said.
Becky looked up into his gorgeous, bright eyes and couldn’t resist. She didn’t care who saw them. She leaned forward and Kyle put his arms around her and a moment later she felt the soft touch of his lips against her own. She sighed and let his tongue slide effortlessly into her mouth. She could have stayed there in the truck and made out with Kyle all day long. She had no defenses against him. She was completely his. She was ready to lose her virginity to him if he asked. She’d only known him a few days but it was the first time in her life that she’d felt this way about a boy and it was magical. She wasn’t going to be able to take things slow as her mother had suggested. She was putty in Kyle’s hands and she knew it.
