I decided that the only thing I could do to please Brad was to just be there for him. Brad rarely talked about his work with me, and I understood that it was partly because he was too sick of it by the end of the day, and partly for confidentiality reasons. Still, I listened intently when he complained about the exchange rates, or contractors who tried to pass off shoddy work. Things with investors were improving slowly, but I realized that Brad still needed to convince them he really could run the company.
When Brad was around, I tried to flirt with other people. My first attempt at this had been disastrous. But now I watched what the Glamazonians did and tried their tricks - they made it clear they were happy with their husbands, but still smiled and raised their eyebrows as if anyone else could try to steal them away.
I hadn't quite figured it out. Brad seemed happy enough with me, and I felt his eyes on me whenever I danced with someone else. But what could make him consider a real relationship with me, something that went beyond our contract? I searched for the answer, but it always seemed just out of reach.
It'll come to me, I told myself, determined not to stress. Even if nothing happened between us and we got divorced and went our separate ways, at least I'd have this one year together. And that was nothing to sneeze at - under normal circumstances, Brad would've moved on after that afternoon in his office.
I enrolled in college part-time, and went to my classes enthusiastically. I'd never had an opportunity to make friends in New York: that was another thing about being broke, it really limited your social circle and the activities you could do.
Now I was suddenly meeting interesting people outside of work, folks who were returning to education, ambitious high school kids trying to get a start on their college degrees, and people like me who wanted to get out of dreary jobs and have a real career.
I felt a connection with many of my class-mates, most of us were ambitious and in a hurry to get somewhere. I didn't tell anyone I was married to Brad Reinehart; when they asked what my husband did, I merely said that he worked for Reinehart Industries. It wasn't entirely a lie.
One of the conditions of the marriage was that we were to spend each night together. Brad had to travel for work, and so I went with him wherever he went. His company owned factories in India and China, and I delighted in the colorful culture and food. We visited Prague, Italy and Germany over the weekends, and spent some time visiting different cities in the US.
Travelling with Brad meant that I had to skip classes once in a while. But I got notes from my classmates; most of them also had busy lives and understood that missing a few classes was part of being a returning student. I went out for drinks with friends from college, and I was happy to finally be hanging out with people I liked.
My life seemed to be going great, as classes finished and then after a short break the new semester started again. Before I knew it, this semester was coming to a close as well - parties, travel, yoga and new friends had made the time fly by.
It was with a slight knot in my stomach that I realized I had only two months left of the contract. Brad and I had gotten nowhere in terms of a "relationship" and I hadn't been able to figure out what to do. For all I knew, he was happy that the year was coming to an end.
I didn't want to lose such a great guy - this was my longest relationship ever, even if it was fake. Brad was gorgeous, considerate and we had great chemistry, but I still had no idea what to do. I resigned myself to the fact that it would all be over soon, and alternately tried to relax and then to come up with some kind of brilliant idea.
As the days went by, the thought that it would soon be over began to creep into my mind whenever I was near Brad. I still felt that rush of electricity when our eyes met or our skin touched, but now the headiness was tinged with loss.
There were times in bed when I felt disassociated from the experience. Once in a while I seemed to look down from above at my body and Brad's, and Brad sensed these split seconds of aloofness.
"Quit fantasizing about someone else," he'd laugh, secure in the knowledge that I only lusted after him. "Who is this other guy?" he'd tease at other times, "Why are you thinking about him now?"
Of course I didn't tell him I was trying to commit all this to memory, to think about in the days when he wouldn't be there - I didn't want to be one of those hopeless, desperate women. Our life continued as usual, and then one day, after we were happily spent and about to fall asleep, Brad said something that made me feel wide awake.
"This is our last night alone," he murmured, "We'll have a new house manager from tomorrow?"
"What? What about Eva?"
"Oh no, I meant a night house manager. Eva'll still come, but Naomi will be the night manager. I'll pick her up on my way home from work and she'll sleep in one of the guest beds upstairs during the night."
"What for?"
"Well, you know, in case we need something at night. She won't be here during the day - she'll leave every morning."
I knew right then that something wasn't right. The hairs along my spine were prickling up. Who was this woman really, and what would she be doing living with us?
Chapter Four
Naomi. The name bothered me all day long, and I wondered who she was.
As soon as Brad left for work, I asked Eva what she knew about this "night manager" business. But Eva refused to look me in the eye, and mumbled something about Brad needing someone at night.
I exclaimed, "He has me at night!"
Eva smiled. "That's not what I meant."
I bristled, wondering exactly what she meant. It was clear that she knew something, but she wasn't letting on. I tried a different approach.
"What's she like, is she nice? Have you met her before?"
Again, Eva avoided my eyes. She tilted her head slightly to indicate that she'd met Naomi before. "She's nice. You'll like her."
I felt cold inside. Why had Eva met Naomi? So, Brad had known Naomi before he knew me.
"I don't think I'll like her," I said coldly.
Eva met my eyes finally. I saw something I didn't understand in there, and she said, "No, you'll like her. You'll be nice to her."
"What does that mean?"
But Eva merely shook her head, and refused to give proper answers to any of my questions.
I gave up in a huff, and went to the gym, determined to look good before this Naomi arrived. I even got a facial and had my hair blown out, hoping I could transform into a radiant beauty overnight.
It wasn't going to happen, of course. That night, I kept myself busy with a book, but my ears kept checking to see if the door was opening. Eva had left for the day, and I began to hope Naomi wouldn't turn up, when I heard the door opening and the sounds of Brad's voice and another feminine, sophisticated voice answering him and laughing.
I got up and walked downstairs to meet them, waiting for them in the library.
Brad smiled when he saw me, and said proudly, "Naomi, this is Alexis!"
Naomi was tall, thin, blonde and beautiful. She had perfect cheekbones and blue eyes, and if I was a man, I would've picked her over me. She walked forward elegantly, and wrapped me in a warm hug, kissing my cheeks. "I've heard so much about you!" she exclaimed.
The warmth of her embrace and friendly tone surprised me, but then I recovered and realized she was probably putting on a show for Brad. Well, two could play that game. I hid my bitterness and smiled, "Yes, it's nice to meet you, too."
I looked at Brad and thought that I hadn't seen him so happy in a while. He was beaming, and looked at Naomi happily.
"Have you two known each other for long?" I asked.
They both laughed, and Brad said, "Oh, off and on. But we need a night manager and Naomi mentioned she could do the job."
I smiled and nodded. Of course. So they stayed in touch off and on - I'd been a fool to think that Brad wasn't interested in other people. The voracity of our sexual appetites had convinced me that he couldn't possibly have the energy left over to spend on oth
er women, but maybe he wanted to change that, maybe he had been spending mental energy on other women, if not physical.
I looked at Naomi again. She was dressed in elegant slacks and a silk blouse, her hair and makeup was perfect. I knew she was intelligent, and not just a blonde bimbo - and I knew I could never compete with her.
I smiled and asked her what she'd do during the day.
"Oh, I have a day job," she replied. "I work as an admin assistant in an accounting firm."
"Oh, ok." There didn't seem to be much else I could say.
Brad motioned with his arm and said, "I'll go downstairs to bring up Naomi's things. She'll be staying in one of the guest rooms upstairs, and I guess," he turned to Naomi, "You'll be spending tonight unpacking?"
She nodded, and I went downstairs with them, unable to leave Brad alone with Naomi. We escorted her to her new room, and then we were back downstairs, eating dinner that Eva had prepared before she'd left, and then finally settled down in the bedroom where Brad flipped through a magazine.
I tried to rack my brains for something to say. Brad seemed exceedingly, annoying happy. I finally settled on, "Are you sure we need a night manager?"
Brad just laughed softly, as if at his own joke. "She'll be useful."
I bristled inside, not knowing what to do. And then I realized, if Brad was sleeping with me, in our bed, there was nothing that could happen - after all, Naomi would be gone in the morning. If he'd wanted to have an affair, he wouldn't have brought her home at night and then slept with me - he would just have met her after work, behind my back. So maybe he really did want a night manager?
The thought reassured me a bit. Either way, I wasn't letting Brad go without a fight.
Brad stroked my hair and said, "You look extra beautiful today, by the way. Did you do something to your hair?"
I smiled and tilted my head. I'd make sure Brad wouldn't forget this night.
I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I was wearing high stripper heels, an exceedingly short skirt, and a tight, white shirt.
Brad raised an eyebrow as he looked up at me from the magazine. "You might want to put that away," I said, undoing the first button on the shirt.
Brad smiled, and moved to the edge of the bed. I looked him in the eye and said, "Are you sure there's nothing else about Naomi you want to tell me?"
"Forget Naomi."
Hmm. Well, that was my plan.
Still looking him in the eye, I slowly undid all the buttons, and tossed the shirt away. I could see Brad breathing in deep, his muscles tightening as he looked at me. Underneath my clothes, I was wearing a new sage-green lingerie set. The strange color of the bra set off my skin tone, and he started to stand up. I smiled and pushed him back. "No touching yet."
He breathed out, ready to wait.
I reached behind and undid the zip on my skirt. Turning around, I slid it down my legs, letting Brad get a good view of my new sage-green thong. He was silent, and I hoped he liked what he saw - when I swiveled my head around, I saw that his eyes were locked on my ass. Smiling, I stepped forward out of the skirt, and then turned around, letting Brad look me up and down. I stood there as though I had all the time in the world, and then slowly bent forward to pick up the skirt.
My breasts swung forward with my movement, straining out of the cups. I straightened up, and was pleased to see Brad's parted lips and focused eyes.
Tossing the skirt away, I walked over to Brad, and put one foot on the bed, standing in front of him. His eyes travelled down to my thong, and he put one hand on my moist lower lips.
I smacked the hand away. "Not yet."
I lowered my hips till I was sitting on his lap, and wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his strained breathing, and he was already stiff below me. I ground my hips slowly, rotating in circles on top of him, making him harder. My breasts were near his face and his eyes were half-closed. I reached up and squeezed through the bra, emphasizing what he couldn't do.
When I felt he was ready, I stood up, off him. I was wet and aching, but I'd ignore myself for now.
I kneeled between his legs, and undid his button and zipper. I slid his pants down and was pleased to see the bulge in his boxers. I pulled them down and allowed his erection to stand up, angry and purple.
Brad closed his eyes, and I stroked my hand gently over the shaft, moving from the base to the head, and then repeating the motion with my other hand. Just when I thought he couldn't be more aroused, I felt him grow larger. Grabbing the base firmly in my palm, I moved my head forward and kissed the tip, making a tight seal between my tongue and his slit. I moved my lips around the head and let my tongue roll in circles around it, till I got to the ream of the shaft, which I licked slowly and thoroughly. I let go of the base and squeezed his balls very gently as I licked his shaft up and down, and then I made a ring with my hand and grabbed him again as I wrapped my lips tightly around the head and began to inch upwards slowly.
Suddenly Brad stood up, and grabbed the back of my head. He grunted, "You're taking it all in, tease," and pushed my head forward.
I found myself forced to take his cock faster than I'd predicted. He started jerking his hips, thrashing his cock into my mouth.
Brad pushed away the hand I'd kept wrapped around the base, and began to force more and more of himself into my mouth. He thrust roughly, not caring about my whimpering, filling my mouth with his cock. I gagged occasionally, trying to pull back, but he simply tightened his hold on the back of my head and forced me to keep sucking him.
I felt myself growing wetter and thought briefly about sliding a finger inside myself. But the thought left within a second as Brad kept thrusting into my mouth violently. I felt him pull back slightly, giving me room to breathe a bit, and then he thrust erratically a few more times, stiffened, and let his come fill my mouth.
I coughed and tried to pull back, but he held me in place, forcing me to swallow it all. It was salty and milky and I felt it coating my tongue and the inside of my mouth. Brad still held my head, and ordered, "Clean me up."
I licked him like a dog, wiping off every bit of come with my tongue, until he was clean.
When he was happy, he went back to bed and lay down on his back.
"Get here," he said, "And make yourself come."
I squirmed inside, hating to do this in front of his watchful eyes, but desperately wanting to come. I kneeled over him, my legs on either side of his body. I took a deep breath and unhooked the bra, pulling it off and letting my breasts fall free. He watched with a slightly smile as I began to lift my breasts, massaging them in circles, kneading them and pinching the nipples till my face was flushed and my lips were parted. I kept a hand on my breasts, alternately massaging one and then the other, and slipped my other hand under my thong.
I moved the strip of fabric aside and pressed down on my swollen lips, stroking them, and feeling how wet I was. I pushed my lips apart and slid a finger in. The moan escaped me before I could stop, and I curved the finger, trying to find my spot. I pulled out and back in, trying again. My agony increased. This won't work, I thought, and I looked at Brad briefly to see the thin smile on his lips. It's time to get serious.
I lay on my back and slid my thong off. One hand moved down to my clit, teasing it, twirling and pressing against it. The other hand was between my lips, stroking and pressing me into bliss. Finally I slid two fingers inside and moaned as I filled myself and stretched myself out. I began to press in, sliding in and out, and realized I had started moaning again.
The fingers on my clit and the fingers inside me combined to take me higher and higher. I felt Brad get up and move between my legs. His hands were suddenly on my ass, parting my cheeks as I stroked myself into ecstasy. I felt his finger at my tight rear exit and in between my moans I protested weakly. "No, please don’t…" But I wasn't thinking straight and the sensations were taking over. I felt Brad sliding his finger inside me, making my walls tighten around my own fingers. I felt so tight, as if I'd
never had anything so wide inside me, and I continued thrusting and moaning as I felt the pressure rise.
The orgasm finally arrived and I felt the release come over me and flood out, my senses blurring as the waves crashed over and left me in a daze. Finally it was all over, and I felt calm, like everything was all right with the world. Brad was lying on one arm, looking at me and smiling, and I knew this wasn't over. Reaching down with one hand, I realized he was growing stiffer again.
We kissed gently, and I fondled his erection with one hand, encouraging it to grow bigger and harder. I stroked my palm over it, one hand after the other, and felt it rise and get angry. Brad pushed me back, and began to kiss me softly all over. He started below my ear and moved down, along my neck, across my shoulder blades, and then down, reaching my breast and circling it with his kisses, before he sucked on the nipple gently and moved onto the other breast. I felt his hand pressing against my entrance, making me moist. I ached for him and wanted more, and I knew we wouldn't be waiting long.
I felt him kiss his way up to my neck again, and then his hands pushed my thighs wide apart. I moaned in despair, feeling my pussy spreading wide open and clenching and unclenching in desire.
He positioned himself against me, and when I felt his cock resting against my entrance, I knew we were both far too impatient to wait. Brad looked at my face and recognized my silent desperation, and he moved back and then slowly inched inside me. I moaned out as I felt him spreading me and sliding inside, making me tight and wanting more.
He pulled out again, and started thrusting more intently, moving deeper with each thrust. His pace increase, and I ground my hips to pull him in faster, begging him for more. He obliged, and I felt his shaft hit against my spot inside, making me shudder and gasp.
Our movements grew faster and Brad kept plunging in and out of me, harder and faster each time, and I felt myself stiffen and call out as I felt the excitement build up. I knew the orgasm wasn't far off, and I moved my fingers down to rub my clit, to get me there faster. I felt myself stiffen and forget where I was or what I was doing. Everything glazed over and fogged up, and I felt the pressure move through my body and escape me as I called out and convulsed as it all flowed out.
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