‘These passed two days have been some of the best days of my life.’ I explained. ‘I have had the woman I have always wanted, but more than that in this short space of time I have gotten to know the real you. I never realised how much alike we truly are.’ Rebecca spread her legs even wider, as the tips of my fingers touched her panties. Carefully I curled my fingers around the edges of the fabric and began to pull her panties down her legs. If she had wanted to stop me then now was the time to do it. Instead Rebecca lifted her ass up off the couch and let me pull down her light blue panties.
They landed on the living room floor several feet away.
‘I like you too.’ She admitted. I kissed her softly on the top of her left knee in reply. ‘I do love, Charlie. He makes me feel so safe and comfortable.’ My lips began to walk a line of soft gentle kisses no heavier than the tickle from a feather along the inside of her smooth thigh. ‘But for a long time our relationship has been stale.’ Her breasts began to heave beneath the top of her low cut nightgown, as her breathing started to grow heavy with anticipation. ‘For years we haven’t had any real sort of a sexual relationship. It was because of our boys that we stayed together for so long.’ I hoisted the bottom of her nightgown up over her hips. Rebecca leant back into the comfy leather couch. The scent of lust filled my nostrils, as my lips continued higher up her leg. She smelt good. ‘I knew our marriage was in trouble, but I never believed that any man would ever want me. I didn’t want to be alone.’
I kissed her pussy.
She was already very wet.
The tip of my tongue ran along the slit soaking up all her juices. She tasted nice and sweet. ‘Oh god,’ Rebecca groaned at the feel of my tongue forcing her wet lips apart. ‘Hmm,’ she sighed through her nose, as my tongue curled up inside her body. My strong hands stroked up along the outside of her thighs, followed the curve of her hips and travelled around her body until her cute naked ass cheeks were firmly within my grasp. I pulled Rebecca forward, as my tongue dived deeper into her body.
‘Charlie has never done this for me before.’
Using all my strength within my powerful neck muscles I forced my face against her pussy. It was like force meeting force. My face would push against her, whilst my hands pulled her hips into me. My tongue began to roll, curl, twist and lash within the depths of her pussy as quickly as I could manage. Every couple of seconds I would tease her clit or suck on the edges of her wet lips. I wanted to stimulate every single inch of her soaking wet pussy inside and out. This was the first time I had ever gone down on her and I wanted it to be something she would never forget.
The minutes began to tick by on the clock above the fireplace.
Ten minutes disappeared upon the winds of time.
A quarter of an hour was gone.
Half an hour and still I remained between her thighs.
Forty-five minutes, and several power orgasms, later.
‘Oh god,’ Rebecca’s fingers were grabbing handfuls of my hair, as she pulled my head roughly down between her legs with all her might. Her hips were squirming and rolling so much that it was as if they had a mind of their own. She was grinding her pussy against my face, as my tongue lapped up every delicious drop that left her body. She was so wet that I was practically drinking down her juices. My hands were no longer on her ass. There was no need to pull her into me when Rebecca was desperately forcing me to eat her pussy. Now my hands were upon her hips holding her tender body down against the leather couch, as her back arched wildly. I was not going to let her go until her body could take no more.
It appeared that time was close by.
‘Baby,’ her groan sounded strained. I looked up from my position between her legs. Those light green emerald coloured eyes were filled with a combination of absolutely pleasure and unfathomable agony. ‘I’m going to cum.’ Rebecca told me just a mere split second before it happened for the fourth time tonight. It was like some sort of poltergeist possession. Her entire body seemed to arch up off the couch almost as she were about to levitate into mid-air. Every single muscle within her body was locked in a state of complete tension. A long desperate moan echoed throughout the living room, as Rebecca expelled all the oxygen from within her lungs. I had to use all my strength to wrestle her squirming body back down onto the couch.
My tongue was plunged back inside her body.
Her juices seemed to pour into my mouth. I could feel it dripping down my chin, on my cheeks and my nose, but still I pressed my face firmly against her pussy. Rebecca’s body jolted wildly a second time and again her back arched up into the air. I could feel her hands upon my forehead pushing my face away, as her hips attempted to lift her ass up off the couch to distance her pussy from the well trained tongue that was tormenting her body.
‘Frank,’ she begged and I released my grip.
I sat back on my knees and watched the world’s most beautiful woman squirming wildly on the leather couch. Her small delicate hands cupped her tender pussy, as tremors of pleasure strong enough to flatten entire villages quaked through her body. From the look in her eyes I could see she didn’t know what had hit her. Never in her life had she experience such a strong and overwhelming orgasm. Now she knew the effect she had on me.
‘Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit,’ Rebecca muttered beneath her breath, as the squirming started to subside and her body finally slowed to a standstill. It took several more minute before she could bring her breathing back under control and lower her mind down from the clouds above. ‘That was fucking nice.’
‘I am glad you liked it.’ I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. ‘I wanted our first time doing this to be special.’ With a sigh Rebecca removed her hands from her pussy.
‘It was, Frank. It was so special. I will never forget this.’ She replied.
‘It was so special?’ I raised a curious eyebrow.
‘Yes. It was.’ She repeated.
‘You are talking like I have finished.’ I flashed Rebecca my cheeky smile.
‘What?’ It was the only word she could manage to say before her mouth dropped open. My tongue had returned to its rightful place between her thighs.
It was going to be a long night.
* * *
It was almost seven in the morning by the time the fun and games had come to an end. I could see the early morning glow of the sun pushing back the darkness of the night through a slit in the living room curtains. Rebecca lay in my arms upon the couch. I didn’t know how long we had until the others got up, but right now she was far too exhausted from the night’s activities to go anywhere.
‘What happens now?’ she asked into the silent room.
I stroked a little pirouette along her forearm. ‘What do you want to happen?’
‘I want to be happy.’ Rebecca was quick to reply.
‘I want to be happy too.’ I kissed her gently on the back of the neck. ‘You make me happy.’ I admitted. ‘You are the only woman that has ever made me feel this way.’
‘I don’t want to go back to my husband.’ She hesitated for a moment. ‘Frank, you are the man I want to be with.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Two days ago I had hit rock bottom. My wife was leaving me. I was going to lose fifty percent of everything I had worked so hard in my life to get. I had nothing good going on for me and it didn’t look like that was going to change anytime soon; but now here I am with a woman I had admired from afar for all these years and she likes me.
‘I want you too, Rebecca. I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy.’
‘Tell me you love me,’ muttered Rebecca.
‘I love you.’ I admitted. It felt good to say it. ‘I love you, Rebecca.’
Rebecca giggled. She turned on the couch to face me. A heart warming smile had split her soft red lips. ‘I love you too.’ We kissed. It was a sweet gentle kiss that carried the full weight of her emotions and feelings for me. She did love me. My smile was so wide that it threatened to consume my entire face. ‘But,’ she slipped her hands dow
n the front of my boxer shorts. I could feel her fingertips attempting to coax my cock into full hardness. ‘We don’t have long till the others wake up.’
‘You are a bad girl.’ We kissed again.
‘I am your bad girl.’ Butterflies fluttered within the depths of my stomach at the feel of her tongue rolling within my mouth. ‘And bad girls need to be punished,’ a certain sparkle lit up the windows of her soul, as that final word slipped from her mouth. I don’t know how it happened or why my luck had changed, but for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime I felt genuinely happy and real excitement. It felt good to be alive. And it was all because of the woman in front of me. It was all because of Rebecca.
Part Four: The Party by the Lake
Chapter Seventeen: Nathan’s Point Of View
I looked down at my wristwatch and frowned. It was ten minutes past seven. Only two minutes had managed to go by since the last time I looked at my watch. Nervously I tapped my fingers on the table and looked around the large spacious kitchen. It wasn’t looking so spacious right now. The lake house was swarming with people. I might sometimes over exaggerate a story when telling it for the second or third time, but there was no exaggeration here. There had to be at least twenty people squeezed into the kitchen. It was so tight that they were all standing shoulder to shoulder, but the crazy thing about it was that there were at least another thirty guests in the hallway, living room or drinking out in the back garden.
The party hadn’t even officially started yet.
I looked down at my watch.
Eleven minutes past seven.
I hope she’s all right.
Frank has been chomping at the bit all week for this date night. Miranda had told her soon to be ex-husband that she would be willing to go out on a date with him in an attempt to see if their marriage was worth saving. It wasn’t.
Miranda hated Frank with a passion unknown to man. He had made her feel worthless, useless and unwanted, whilst he travelled away on business trips humping anything that breathed. Now Miranda was with me and she was happy. She had even gone as far as filing for a divorce, but that wouldn’t go through until the end of this six week summer vacation.
This was only day twelve of the vacation.
Counting the days down seemed to make it feel a hundred times longer, but I can’t help it. I just want to be with the woman that I love. The problem is if Frank finds out that she’s having an affair and can get evidence of this fact, Miranda would get absolutely nothing in the divorce. It means we tend to spend most of our time sneaking around at night, or in the early hours of the morning. It isn’t ideal, but it is temporary. When this vacation is over, we can finally be together.
I checked my watch.
I hope he doesn’t try anything.
Of course he won’t. Miranda had been smart enough to bring her daughter Sheridan along with them. It was a compromise. They would all go out for dinner on Sheridan’s twenty-third birthday. That way it won’t be so unbearable for Miranda and having their daughter with them the conversation would be nice and friendly. It would give Frank just enough hope to believe that they had a chance of getting back together. If he thought the marriage was completely over then god knows what he might do. The man was evil and ruthless and there was no way he would let her have half of his money and business without a fight.
‘Hi,’ said a female voice from the side of me.
‘Hi.’ I hadn’t even noticed she was there.
The woman was about half a head shorter than I was and wore a cute little dark blue dress. I could see just at the edge of my vision that her dress was cut down very low and she was wearing a push up bra that lifted and squeezed her breasts together. The thought never occurred to my eyes that they should go down lower. It was odd.
Four months ago I would have been drooling over this woman and telling myself that there is no way a guy like me could get a girl like her, but now I was in love with a woman ten times better looking than this young woman. In fact, not a single person in the lake house had caught my eye. They were just faceless people walking around.
I looked at my watch.
‘I’m, Kerry.’
‘Oh, right, Sheridan’s friend.’ I had been introduced to her earlier in the night. I felt a little bad about not remembering her.
‘Have you heard from them yet?’ Kerry flashed me a sweet little smile.
‘No,’ I sighed. ‘Not yet, but I’m sure they will be here soon.’
Kerry nodded in reply and the conversation went silent.
I looked at my watch.
‘Are you here with anyone?’ The question caught me a little off guard.
‘Um, yeah,’ I replied. ‘My girlfriend is over there.’ I pointed to the blonde in the black dress by the fridge.
Lisa wasn’t my girlfriend really. In fact, she was secretly having a relationship with my younger brother Conner, but Lisa and I have been friends for many years and she came here to the lake house pretending to be my girlfriend, so that no one would even think that Miranda and I were involved. I never counted on the fact that she would fall in love with my brother, but the two of them had agreed to keep pretending until the end of the summer vacation.
‘She doesn’t seem to be giving you much attention.’
My heart leapt into my mouth.
Kerry stepped a little closer and placed the palm of her hand along the inside of my thigh. ‘How about we go someplace quiet and I give you some attention?’
I didn’t even hesitate.
‘No, thank you.’ I lifted her hand off my thigh.
I would never do to Miranda what Frank did to her. She was the love of my life and the woman with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my days. ‘Excuse me,’ I said and walked away.
* * *
I sat on the doorstep and looked off down the long winding road that led away through the forest. I really hope everything is going all right. No matter what I did I simply couldn’t get Miranda off my mind. She had been dreading going out with Frank all week. I had tried to talk her out of it, but Miranda truly believed that this would buy us the time we needed to see the divorce through.
An image flashed within my mind’s eye.
It had been this very spot that I had first met Miranda. We were all going to the lake house for a week’s break several months back. I had decided to drive up alone and Miranda had been kind enough to stay up until the early hours of the morning to let me in. She had been dressed in a very revealing nightgown and looked so beautiful. It was love at first sight and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Miranda had been the one to make the first move and since then there was no looking back. Now I was only looking forward towards the future I was going to have with her.
‘Cheer up.’ Conner handed me a bottle of beer and sat down beside me on the doorstep. Lisa walked by us and gazed up at the mass of twinkling stars sprinkled across the canvas of deep black above. ‘Nothing bad is going to happen.’ The two of them knew exactly what was happening. They were my best friends and the secrets we all shared all served to bring us closer together.
‘I know,’ I sighed. ‘I just want her back here with me’
‘You look worried,’ Lisa pointed out. ‘You shouldn’t be’
‘Miranda hates him,’ added Conner.
Since they started dating the two of them were like a double act. One of them would start a sentence and then the other one seemed to finish it.
‘I know she does. It’s, Frank, I’m worried about,’ I admitted.
‘He wouldn’t do anything with, Sheridan, there,’ said Lisa. ‘He’s a pig, but not that big of a one.’
‘Perhaps,’ I conceded.
‘I just hate all these secrets,’ I suddenly remembered to whom I was talking. They knew all too well about keeping secrets. They were in love, as much as Miranda and I were, but they too had to keep their relationship a secret so that we could keep ours. ‘Sorry.’ I popped open the bottle of beer.
‘Don’t be.’ C
onner patted me on the shoulder.
‘Yeah,’ a cheeky smile split Lisa’s soft red lips. ‘All the sneaking around is kind of fun. You should see some of the places we have to go to be able to do.’
‘I don’t need to know,’ I cut her off in mid-sentence.
Lisa and Conner laughed.
‘Needless to say,’ Conner winked, ‘We have an interesting sex life.’
Thankfully I was saved by the ringing of my cell phone. I did not need to hear the sexual adventures of my brother and pretend girlfriend. I flicked open the cell phone. ‘Hey.’
‘Hey.’ It was Miranda.
‘How did it go?’ I asked.
She avoided my question and said, ‘Just calling to say we’re on the way back.’
‘Can you talk?’ I asked.
‘Not really.’ She sounded tired.
Frank’s company must have really drained her.
‘Is he there?’ I knew before I said it.
‘That’s right,’ she confirmed in that uncomfortable trying to say one thing to me, whilst making Frank, who must have been standing beside her, think she was replying to something else.
‘I’ll get everything ready for your arrival,’ I explained. ‘You can tell me how things went when you get back. I love you.’
Miranda let out a sad sigh.
She cleared her throat and quickly whispered down the phone, ‘I love you too.’
She hung up.
I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Four simple words and all the doom and gloom I was feeling was suddenly washed away by a wave of love.
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