Her body still pulsated moments later, as her ardent lover joined her on the couch; sweeping her up in adoring arms as he once again engaged her lips in a firm, heated kiss.
Their tongues, arms and legs entangled once again as they collapsed in the cushiony depths of their own private trysting place; stripping each other’s clothes off in swift, frantic moves as he ravished her mouth in the most meaningful, passionate of kisses.
Losing themselves in both the softness of the couch and the tenderness of each other’s arms, the couple’s hips and thighs locked between them as they merged as one.
“It’s so much easier with you,” she whispered against his lips, drawing back to outline his flawless, sculpted features as she stared deep into his azure eyes. “It’s so much better.”
She took in her breath as he caught her hands in his; leaning forward to sear her lips in a fierce, binding kiss as he answered, “Don’t you see it yet, Bella? It’s better and easier because it is intended. You and I were meant to come together…. And if you need more proof of this, then do allow me to state my case—the best way I know how, baby.”
With this sexy declaration he covered her body with his, sweeping her up into passionate arms as their lips again collided in a timeless kiss. His sumptuous hands, meanwhile, canvassed and caressed her buxom breasts, her rounded stomach, her fleshy hips and thighs; soon replacing his fingers with his long, wet tongue as he licked her nipples to erect points and laved the skin of her breasts.
Wrapping her arms around his planed sturdy back and hoisting her fully made hips against his, she invited him inward as she threw her head back and wound her fingers in his lustrous hair.
Surely there’d never been a more perfect man than the one she held in her arms; the man who now plunged his long, hard shaft to the depths of her soaking wet pussy.
Their hips immediately claimed an easy rhythm as their bodies writhed together, their only music the pattern of their soft moans and ragged breathing as he continued to probe and penetrate her.
Sinking contented in his arms, Amanda bowed her head to lick his perfect pecs; her hungry tongue swirling his rock hard nipples as her hands teased the surface of his ripped abs before touching the base of his engorged cock.
Her every touch flared like fireworks across the surface of his flawless torso, causing him to writhe and growl like an animal unleashed as he surrendered himself to her, fully and totally.
Finally exploding in one another’s arms, the couple’s bodies reverberated together as Emmanuel surged forth to Amanda’s very core; his slithering, sweat glistened cock making a final advance to reach deep inside her and touch her soul.
They clung to one another as their eyes flew open to lock in a binding, timeless gaze that seemed to bespeak their love; their beings exploding in an incredible, soul felt orgasm.
Moments later the couple kissed, this time soft and easy as they collapsed exhausted in one another’s arms.
“I love you, Amanda,” Emmanuel gasped out, running his fingers through her soft chestnut hair as his soft azure gaze served to devour every plane of her plump, fair skinned face; his eyes adoring a visage that most overlooked, gazing upon her as though she had the face of Venus and a body he wanted to love forever.
“I love you, Emmanuel,” she answered, pulling his planed, muscled body closer than close as she asked with a shrug, “So we love each other. Grand and great! Now how do we get ourselves out of this downright cockamamie, effed up situation?”
Emmanuel guffawed outright.
“I do adore your manner of speech, my darling,” he whispered, adding as he rained her flushed face with endless adoring kisses, “Just as I adore everything about you. I must ask, however, as to why you see this amazing experience as—how did you say it? —Cockamamie?” he finished on a confused note that brought a smile to his lover’s face.
“Well I meant cockamamie in only the best, most positive, very sensitive sense possible,” she assured him with an awkward grin, adding in a far more serious tone, “You must admit, though, that—even as star crossed, misbegotten lovers go, we are pretty blasted messed up—in some ways, at least. We are both in love and married, as nature intended, but not to each other. See the problem here, dude?”
Emmanuel smiled.
“Well the way things look on my end, babe, the problem is solved. Pia and I have agreed that we’re no longer in love and are going to commence with divorce proceedings, as soon as possible. And until then, this studio you see here will double as my home.” He paused here, adding as he pinned her with a meaningful gaze, “And, if you so prefer, it could be your home as well.”
Amanda smiled.
“I think I’d like that very much, as a matter of fact,” she told him, adding as her grin dissolved, “I might have more of a problem with the idea of Pia taking my place in my old home, with my children.”
She started as her lover met these words with a loud, sharp guffaw.
“As the kids today would say, my love, no worries,” he assured her, waving away her concerns with a dismissive wave. “Pia hates kids; and, truth be told, she doesn’t like your husband very much more. He was a challenge for her, a fling; in addition, she and I genuinely thought that we were doing you a favor by involving the two of you in our play sessions. We honestly thought that we’d be swinging partners for you and Greg, nothing more.”
Amanda nodded.
“That’s what we thought too, at first,” she admitted, adding as she stared deep into his eyes, “but then, or so it seems, we both fell in love with our playmates.”
A smiling Emmanuel pulled her to him; wrapping his arms around her in a close protective clench as he revealed, “Well as far as Greg is concerned, that is most unfortunate. Pia is about to break his heart.” He paused here, adding with a pointed look in her direction, “And if and when he comes crawling back to you, Amanda, what do you plan to tell him?”
Kissing away his concerned frown, Amanda rested her head on his bulging shoulder as she assured him, “Just one word, baby. Goodbye.”
Emmanuel started.
“Are you sure about that, baby?” he pressed her, adding as he shook his head from side to side, “You and he do have a family together, after all.”
Amanda bit her lip.
“I know. And believe me, I plan to do everything in my power to protect my kids, to keep them happy and grounded through this difficult time,” she assured him, adding as she shook her head from side to side, “I can’t help but to believe, though, that my husband and I have been staying together for too long because of our kids. We haven’t slept together in ages, and I think we can pretty much agree that the spark isn’t there anymore. This is why we decided to ‘double date’ in the first place. And as you now know, he was more than willing to throw me over for the first woman that I gave him permission to be with—after one night he was ready to run.” She paused here, adding in a thoughtful tone, “As a matter of fact, I do believe that it was Greg’s strong desire for Pia that drove him to suggest our little arrangement in the first place.”
Emmanuel nodded.
“And all things considered,” he asked her, pulling her body closer still, “Are you glad you went through with said ‘little arrangement’?”
Again she answered him with a kiss; this time searing his lips with hers as she vowed, “More glad than I’ve ever been about anything, baby. I love you, so very much.”
Chapter Four
Soon Amanda found herself alone at the center of Emmanuel’s couch, posed naked with a shy smile as her lover sketched her likeness; seeming to morph her into a rubenesque model through the prism of his artistic gift.
The two continued to talk and laugh during the course of their modeling session, sharing details of their lives and interests as Emmanuel’s ebullient brush continued to kiss and adorn his canvas.
Emmanuel pressed Amanda to tell him her true life’s passions; and when she revealed that she had a secret yen for writing poetry, he nothing shor
t of demanded to hear one of her verses.
After a good bit of encouraging and out and out begging, Amanda recited a verse she’d composed a few years ago; a poem titled “Roses,” about a woman who finally has approached the prime of her life. A woman finally ready to bloom.
“Somehow that verse seems strangely autobiographical at this point,” she mused, sending a teasing wink in the artist’s direction as she added, “Dontcha think?”
Emmanuel grinned.
“Well what do you think?” he countered, shifting his easel to show her the results of their impromptu modeling session.
Amanda’s eyes flew wide as she beheld the vision of a beautiful, sensual woman; one whose ebullience easily rivaled those of the other models pictured on Emmanuel’s wall.
“Is that really me?” she asked him, voice barely above a whisper.
She smiled as her lover handed her the portrait, then sweeping its model up in his arms to gift her with a binding kiss.
“It is you,” he assured her, adding as he clutched her to him in a final embrace, “My rose.”
Chapter Five
Finally tearing herself away from Emmanuel’s studio, Amanda went home with a heavy heart; not at all looking forward to the unanswered questions that would have to be resolved before she and her husband went their separate ways.
Who would get the house? How would they determine custody issues and divorce settlements? How would their two beloved kids, Emily and Jerrod, accept and deal with this whole situation? These were only some of the queries that plagued her mind as she passed through the front door of their modest, suburban style ranch homestead.
Still she pasted on a smile as she prepared to greet her two elementary aged kids, who she thought would be waiting in the living or dining room—waiting to greet their mom, as per usual, before everyone sat down for a sure to be tense family dinner.
Her grin dissolved as her entrance was met with silence in the house; one that denoted an uncommon quiet and a rather eerie stillness.
“It’s never quiet around here,” she mused with a frown, thinking aloud just to fill the silence that threatened to overwhelm her. “What on earth is going on here?”
Suddenly a trickle of dread assailed and coursed the length of her stiffened spine. She quickened her steps as she trotted from room to room, her gaze searching in vain for the family that had to be here, somewhere.
“Unless, of course, Greg took them and left,” she mused, this time refraining from thinking aloud.
Indeed, she couldn’t bear to give voice to the thoughts that now ran rampant through her addled mind—and she could hardly bear to even think about the possibility of her husband taking her children.
“Greg!” she finally cried out, now desperate for answers as she stopped stock still at the center of the living room.
“I’m here, Baby,” she immediately recognized the smooth, deep voice that now flowed forth from their bedroom. “Come to me.”
Oh she came all right; she in fact stampeded into that blasted bedroom and opened her mouth wide—more than ready to give that no good sonofabitch husband of hers a piece of her mind -at least one, and very loudly expressed.
Her mouth snapped shut seconds later, as she saw a sight that nearly stopped her heart.
Her husband Greg was tied naked to their bed; his sturdy hands secured to their wooden bedpost with sleek scarves of smooth red silk.
For just a moment she allowed her gaze to run the length of his bronzed, lean muscled form; scanning and admiring his chiseled pecs, his washboard abs, his long, trim legs, as well as the long, hard cock that seemed to salute her arrival.
Yet even this impressive feature, she noted, could not hold her attention for long—not when she had so many unanswered questions running wild through her psyche.
Her gaze racing to his face, Amanda pursed her lips as she noticed that Greg was making his best attempt at a sultry, narrow eyed look; no doubt imitating either the goddess Pia or one of the many porn starlets she’d caught him ogling at various points throughout the years.
Oh, she had to admit that he pulled the look off, and that his mane of shoulder length ebony hair looked most fetching as it fell in luxury across his muscled shoulders. Still and all, she swore to herself that she would not succumb to his petty attempts at seduction.
“So let me guess,” she said aloud, folding her arms before her and striking a proud stance before him. “We just got robbed, and the abnormally pervy burglar made off with all of your clothes as well as the vast majority of your earthly possessions. Then they tied you to the bed and left.”
His low, soft chuckle sent a thrill of excitement down her spine. Ah, but she’d be damned if she’d ever admit as much to his face. No siree.
“No, you silly, adorable girl,” he purred, adding as his hard naked body writhed sensual down the length of their soft cotton sheets. “I got myself into this situation.”
Amanda arched her eyebrows.
“Now I eagerly await the answer to my next question, this I actually can’t wait to hear,” she deadpanned, adding as she inclined her head in his direction, “How on earth did you manage to tie yourself to our bed?” she paused here, adding in a more serious tone, “Or did you, per chance, have a bit of help? Is Pia on the premises?”
Greg sighed.
“OK, so she was here,” he admitted, adding quickly as she seared him with an irksome glance that suddenly made him regret his lack of mobility at this present time, “but for a grand total of five minutes—just long enough for her to tie me to the bed and leave.”
Amanda squinted, downright disturbed and just a bit confused by this bizarre notion.
“She stayed just long enough to tie you to the bed and leave,” she repeated, tone vague and bewildered. “What kind of a bizarre and totally ineffective form of sexual fetish is that?”
Greg laughed.
“I’ve always loved your sense of humor, baby. I pretty much love everything about you,” he told her, adding as he shook his head from side to side, “And as far as Pia and I, well there pretty much is no Pia and I, baby. She rejected me cold this morning. And although her words hurt at first, they made me realize just what a fool I’d been, thinking that I could ever throw away my beautiful wife, not to mention our amazing marriage, for the sake of a one-night fling. If Pia was good for anything, it’s that she talked some sense into me about what was probably in reality just an early midlife crisis on my part. And she even agreed to help me get you back.” He paused here, adding as he writhed shameless and blatant in the sheets beneath him, “Even if it meant helping me fulfill one of your deepest, most forbidden fantasies. So after leaving work together, we picked up the kids at school, dropped them off at my Mom and Dad’s for the night, then headed back here—at which point she tied me to the bed and left me here as a present for you. I remember you telling me, a long time ago, that you had a little fetish for that kind of thing.”
His wife nodded.
“I did indeed at one point have a fantasy of dominating you in bed, Greg—and given my overall character and personality, perhaps that’s not surprising,” she smiled, but only briefly, “but now my only fantasy is to have a man in my bed—and in my life—that I can trust and love, without limit or reservation. A man I can rely on, without worrying as to whether or not he’s going to cheat on me or leave me.” She paused here, adding as she looked her husband straight in the eyes, “I think I’ve found that man, Greg. And he’s not you.”
Her husband winced.
“Come on baby,” he urged her, tone pleading as he asked, “Are you really willing to give up our marriage and family life for a man who might not be one bit more sincere or trustworthy than his slutty wife?”
Amanda snorted.
“Do your words sound familiar to you, Greg?” she asked. “Do they sound at all like the ones I said to you, this very morning? And let me ask you a question: if Pia had agreed to run off with you today, would you still be here with me, right now?
”
She froze as he met her question, not with words, but with a restless squirm that sent his lean muscled body slithering and writhing in the sheets beneath him, punctuating this seductive motion with a soft, breathy plea of, “Take me, Amanda.”
Moving forward as if in a trance, stripping her dress off with every step, his wife descended hard on the surface of their bed as she covered her body with his; their legs entangling as she seared her lips across his—their mouths binding and their tongues entangling as she fixed her sturdy arms around his hard, trim waist.
For just a few moments they kissed and cuddled, their bodies moving together in a timeless tango as their chests pressed together and their nipples met and grazed.
“Just give me once chance, baby, just one night,” Greg growled against her lips, adding as he laved her mouth with a wet, wicked tongue, “I swear I’ll make you forget him.”
Amanda said nothing, only broke their kiss as she ducked her head to lick his planed pecks and nip his sculpted abs; finally laying a long lick down the length of his erect, pulsating member.
“Oh yes baby,” Greg hissed between clenched teeth, thrusting his hips forward to encourage her affections. “Devour me, Goddess.”
He groaned frustrated moments later, as a power hungry Amanda slithered up his body, her ravenous hands running wild over his chest and sides until their gazes locked and held.
“This night is for my pleasure, remember,” she hissed against his full, moist lips, even as she ran her hands through his soft dark hair and hoisted her hips sharp against his.
“Yes, mistress, of course. I’m sorry,” Greg assented immediately; adding as his long, hard cock grazed her femininity, “Tell me how I can please you.”
“Hold me,” Amanda ordered him immediately, watching with a smile as—with a single empowered lurch—he broke the silken bond that tied him to the bed and swept her body up in his arms; covering her body with his as their hips and thighs locked between them.
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