9 comments/ 141693 views/ 8 favorites A Brief and Dangerous Liaison By: Bazzza It was the fading light that first alerted Johno Pritchard to his fatigue, his tired eyes wanting to close as his aged but powerful SUV ate up the miles to his home town. He'd been on the road for six hours straight and with another three to go it was only prudent to stop soon. Half an hour later, his headlights picked up a billboard advertising a hotel with a restaurant, the latter triggering a message to his brain reminding him that he was hungry. He picked up a bottle of mineral water from the empty passenger seat and took a sip hoping it would stave off his hunger pangs for just a while longer. Ten minutes later, he slowed and turned into a wide drive leading up to a well lit complex. He wondered what a hotel as substantial as this was doing in the middle of nowhere, but his headlights soon picked up the unmistakable contours of a golf course to one side and the answer was obvious. The front car park was full and Johno followed the signs to the rear of the hotel that provided overflow parking. His plan was to have a bite to eat and then grab forty winks in the car park before setting off again. After stretching his weary legs beside his SUV, Johno entered the hotel foyer and made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself. Standing in front of the large mirror a short time later, he combed his hair and straightened his creased shirt as best he could. All in all, he didn't look too bad for a weary traveller. Back in the foyer, he asked for directions to the restaurant and then followed his nose down a long hall, sweet with the aroma of roasting meats. The restaurant was busy but he was too hungry to be scared off. Joining a short line moving towards a carvery, Johno stood patiently watching a chef demonstrating his flair for carving beef, pork, and a large turkey. His attention drifted until he caught a waft of a pleasant scent behind him and turned inquisitively to its origin. Johno caught the eyes of a striking blonde standing close to him; he was tempted to look away but instead smiled and held her stare. At first he got no response, but a split second later he was rewarded with a smile. "Hi." he said. "Hi to you." "If I'd known I was gonna have to queue up, I would've kept driving." he commented not knowing what else to say. "Nah, I reckon it'll be worth the wait." she replied. "You from around here or just driving through?" "Just driving on through from down the coast. What about you?" "I'm sort of a local, live an hour away. I came down with my husband, he's upstairs in a business meeting." They chatted aimlessly as they inched their way towards food, Johno then chose an open sandwich piled full of roast beef and salad, and a large coke to keep him awake for the drive ahead. After paying at the till, he wandered around the crowded restaurant looking for somewhere to sit; eventually he found a small table near the rear. He watched as the blonde roamed the seating area also trying to find somewhere to sit. It was the first time he was actually able to take a good look at her figure. She was around average height, the tight black dress she was wearing curved around her figure accentuating large breasts, narrow waist and shapely buttocks and thighs. It was hard to put an age on her, probably on the wrong side of forty which was ten years older than himself; but she was still one heck of a desirable lady. As she got closer, Johno put his hand up to attract her attention and then pointed to the empty chair opposite him. She flashed him a lovely smile as she placed her plate on the table; he noticed a bottle of red wine beside her food. "You don't mind?" she asked while sitting down. "Hell no. I hate eating alone in a restaurant." She laughed, "I know that feeling. Its worse for a woman, every male thinks you're on the make. I'm Gracie." "Pleased to meet you Gracie, Johno's the name." For a while they exchanged pleasantries as they picked over their food. "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked. "I feel a little guilty drinking when your not." "No thanks. I've got a while to drive yet and I'm tired already." Then Gracie took a small mouthful of salad and looked over the table, "So, what do you do on the coast?" "Carpentry work, then in the weekends I help out as a life guard with the local surf club." "So that's where the body and the tan come from." "Yeah, I just love the beach, the sun and those big waves. What about you Gracie, what do you do?" "Well, I suppose I'm a kept woman really. My husband's a successful businessman and I don't have to lift a finger. I just spend the money and try to look good." "Well, you're pretty good at it; you sure look good from this side of the table." Gracie leaned back in the chair and laughed, "You bloody flatterer. If I'd known you were going to treat me so well, I'd have paid for your meal. So I suppose you're one of those hunks that rescue all the damsels in distress from drowning." "I wish. Mostly its teenagers, kids or their flabby parents." A look of scorn appeared on her face, "I don't believe that for a second. You can't tell me that all those young available female bodies aren't just a little bit of an attraction. I can just imagine some pretty little thing swooning at your feet after you've just saved her from a terrible death." "You'd be surprised." Johno replied sheepishly. "No I wouldn't. Put your hand on your heart and tell me that you haven't been propositioned as a reward?" He shook his head, "You don't wanna know." She leaned closer over the table, "Oh yes I do. Ten minutes ago I was bored stiff. Now I'm looking forward to a few sordid little exploits of a life guard." Johno related an incident that happened six months previously. He dragged in an attractive brunette from a rip that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, a common occurrence at that beach. The majority of people are too embarrassed to hang around after they've been rescued, and quickly disappear as soon as they can. But Suzy hung around a good half an hour to thank him, after him and other life guards pulled in swimmers from the same rip. A few days later, she offered to buy him a meal to say thanks which he accepted after a bit of coaxing. When he arrived to pick her up, he found her in a swimming pool at the back of the house. Suzy gave him a wicked grin and dropped beneath the surface leaving one arm high in the air, the international signal for a swimmer in distress. Johno read the scene well, and after quickly stripping down to his briefs, he jumped in and guided her to the safety of the side of the pool. Suzy told him that she was having a little trouble breathing and maybe required a little mouth to mouth resuscitation; this led to a new form of cardiac heart resuscitation that involved the removal of a bathing suit and the massage of some firm breasts. Gracie was amused at the story and pressed Johno for more details which he declined with more than a little embarrassment. Gracie was having a little fun with Johno and enjoyed his obvious embarrassment. She always had a thing for younger men with nice bodies. She liked his rugged good looks, his thick dark hair was curly an unruly, his unshaven jaw was strong and square. Her wandering eyes fell to his wide shoulders and strong arms. She also liked his cavalier attitude towards her and his beaming smile. Gracie's husband was a good twenty five years older than her. And while she was at her sexual peak; he was now relying on Viagra to try and keep up with her. While the little magic pill worked, it took all of the spontaneity and some of the fun out of sex. On the other side of the coin, Gracie had everything a woman could ask for, a magnificent house, a sports car, overseas trips, nice friends and a doting husband who gave her free rein with the credit card. After a while talking to Johno, Gracie became aware of an inner warmth which slowly progressed into sexual desire, she felt her nipples harden and the uncomfortable warm dampness in her panties. Red wine always seemed to relax her and lower her inhibitions. She began to fantasise about having Johno between her thighs and what he would be like. It wasn't unusual for Gracie to fantasise as it was something she had done every time she had sex or most often when bored. She'd only been unfaithful twice since she was married. The first was with an old boyfriend she'd run into and after a casual lunch; it just seemed right that they continue on to bed for some casual sex. The second time, she employed the services of a male escort when she was out of town; it was a pleasant experience but for some reason the guilt followed her for weeks. It wasn't that she'd been unfaithful; it was more that she'd actually paid for a stranger to take her to bed. Her fantasy was disturbed by the ring of her cell phone. She smiled in apology at Johno while taking the phone from her bag. Johno watched her facial expression turn to annoyance before muttering a few words and disconnecting the call. "Sorry about that. My husband's just informed me he's gonna be some time, so you're stuck with me a while yet." Johno grinned, "That's okay, and I'm enjoying your company. As I said before, its not often I get to share a meal with such a pretty lady." Gracie laughed, "Jeez, you're full of shit. Anyway, most people would think you're with your mother." "Don't think so." "So you're not embarrassed to be seen out with an older woman?" she teased. "I like pretty women, their age is irrelevant. I reckon women have more of a hang up about younger men than the other way round." "You think so do you?" she challenged. Yep. I reckon that most men would jump at the chance to be with an older woman so long as she was attractive. Most women might consider seducing a younger man, but wouldn't be able to bring themselves to actually do it." Gracie contemplated this over her near empty glass of wine, "Maybe, but this woman likes younger men. I'd have no qualms about taking you on." Johno laughed, "Like I said, you might contemplate it, but you wouldn't go through with it. Her eyes narrowed, "Okay, I'm up for a quickie. How about in your car right now? We can't use any of the rooms here for obvious reasons." Johno stared into her pretty face and realised she was serious. Gracie leaned over the table, "I hope you're not all talk." "Nope, I'm game if you are." "Have you got a condom?" Johno shook his head, but then remembered seeing a condom vending machine in the bathroom when he came in. He mentioned it to Gracie and got a smile. Getting up from the table he made his way to the bathroom. Gracie was excited of the prospect of getting laid in a car; it would just be like her teenage years again. A minute later, Johno returned and shook his head. "The bloody machine's empty." he muttered. Gracie leaned forward, "There might be one in the woman's bathroom. But I wouldn't wanna let anyone see me use it." "I can see the door from where I'm sitting, why don't I watch whose going in and out and tell you when there's no one in there?" For the next few minutes, Johno watched the comings and goings and then gave Gracie a nod. "Wish me luck." she commented as she picked up her hand bag and walked quickly towards the bathroom. Minutes later she returned and sat down at the table and grinned wickedly. "We're in luck, there's plenty in the women's machine." Johno returned the grin. Gracie leaned closer to Johno, "Before we do this; there's some conditions. It's a oncer okay? I've no intention of meeting you again. No biting or leaving any marks on me, and we'll have to be careful of my dress. And the condom stays on all the time." "Agreed." "Okay, where's your car?" "Out of the back door and right down the back of the car park. A red SUV." She nodded and gave him a wink, "You go first and then I'll follow you in a minute or two." Johno got up and made his way out of the restaurant hoping no one would notice the growing bulge in his jeans, he then waited impatiently in the SUV for her. He hoped he wasn't on the end of some elaborate prank, but a few minutes later he picked out her figure under the high lights of the car park. He flashed his headlights once; Gracie made her way over to the vehicle and got in the passenger seat. She looked around the car park, "It's too light here, how about moving down the end." Johno started the SUV and moved out and turned right and away from the hotel, he guided the vehicle to the rear of the car park and his lights picked out an open gate and a rutted track beyond. Moving through the gate he found what appeared to be some sort of service track leading around and behind the golf course. He followed the track for a short distance and pulled in behind some large trees, switching the engine off he looked over at Gracie. "This okay?" "Just perfect." she whispered and then leaned over and kissed him. Their lips opened and tongues soon engaged, then she broke the kiss. "Lets do this, we haven't got much time." Gracie sat back in her seat and kicked her shoes off, raising her dress over her thighs; she slipped her panties off and placed them on the dashboard where she could find them later. Johno could smell her sex as she looked over impatiently at his lack of action. He kicked off his shoes and then slipped his jeans and briefs off leaving his erection swaying in the air. Gracie leaned over and took it her hand. The light from a full moon through the windscreen allowed her to take in the cock in her hand. It was long with a curve to the left, the head was large and bulbous with the shaft widening at the base. She lowered her lips over the head and sucked gently and took in the salty taste of pre-cum. She felt Johno flinch as she ran her tongue over the glans and eye, then she sat up. "We gonna do it here or in the back?" she asked. "Too much junk back there and it take's a while to get the seats up." "Okay, get yourself over here then." Gracie pulled her legs up to her chest as Johno clambered over the centre console and knelt before her. As she lowered her legs astride him, he lowered his face between her thighs and to her pussy. Not a true blonde he thought to himself taking in the two inch wide strip of dark curls running from her navel and stopping just above her thick lips. Slipping his tongue between her warm wet lips, he found her clitoris and began to suck on it." "Its real nice but we haven't got time. Give me your cock so that I can put this on." she whispered. Johno raised himself and laid his cock on her stomach, carefully tearing the packet open, Gracie removed the condom, disposing of the packet on the floor; she checked which way to roll it on. Placing it over the large head, she formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger and rolled it down the length of his cock to the base taking care not to snag it with her manicured finger nails. An art she had perfected in her younger days when men couldn't be trusted to do the job properly. She always rolled condoms on her partners as part of any foreplay; and just to make sure that they were on properly and not broken. Many years previous, one boyfriend put the condom on in front of her eyes and then quickly pulled it off just as he slipped into her. It took a second to realise what he'd done and she kicked him off. Gracie was tempted to forget the whole thing but she was too excited to deprive herself of a nice cock. Instead, she rolled another condom over his cock and then held it as he put it in to her just to make sure. Gracie fondled Johno's cock; she'd only had one cock bigger than this she thought to herself as she laid it up the length of her navel as a measure, it just fell short of her belly button. She pushed his cock away from her and then guided it down to her pussy. Slipping it up and down between her lips to lubricate it, she then placed it at her entrance. Johno leaned gently and slowly forward, the head of his cock popped inside. He moved further inside her with short pushes, Gracie appreciating his patience as her pussy accepted his girth. Placing her feet around his buttocks, she rocked her pelvis as his cock entered her deeper and deeper. "Move forward a little, I can't get it all in." Johno asked. "Can't have that." she replied while sliding her buttocks further forward on the seat. She giggled, "Mmmm, that's rather nice." she muttered as he began to slide his full length in and out of her with long slow strokes. Johno watched as his cock disappeared between her lips, ever now and then, he would remove his cock completely and her lips would slurp noisily, without using his hands he would push back inside her all the way to the hilt. Gracie weathered the onslaught with great pleasure as his powerful cock explored her insides. Johno turned his attentions to her breasts which were still hidden under her dress. Gracie sat up and reached around her back to unzip the top of her dress. She pulled the straps of the dress and her bra down releasing her full breasts. She was tempted to take the dress off but there was no time for that. "There you are." she offered stroking her nipples. She then lay back to concentrate on her own pleasure as Johno's lips found her nipples. Feeling a little uncomfortable, Gracie slipped her hand down to his cock; the base of the condom had rolled down his cock and was catching on her lips. She eased his cock out and rolled it back up to the base before pulling him back inside her. Sex had always been a big part of Gracie's life and she'd tried most things. She once had a threesome with a boyfriend and his best mate when she was twenty five. It happened after they'd smoked a little weed, then they fell into bed and one thing led to another. Next thing Gracie knew, she had a strange cock inside her while sucking her boyfriends cock. They experimented with different positions until she was taken from behind by her boyfriend as she sucked the mate's hard cock. After a few minutes, she felt her boyfriends cock slip out of her pussy and move upwards to another entrance close by. What the hell she thought as her boyfriend placed pressure where it had never been before; she took the head of his cock for a short time but pulled away from him as the pain over rode any pleasure. It just wasn't for her. Things were a little different in the light of day the next morning. She was just dozing when her boyfriend was asked by his mate if he could have another crack at her. By the time she came to her senses, his cock was already well on the way inside her. She turned to find her boyfriend busy stroking his cock and unloading himself on her pillow just missing her face. In those early days, Gracie thought it was gross that her boyfriend got it off watching her do it with someone else. She dropped him that very day, it wasn't that she was against having a threesome; it was just that he'd given her away to his friend twice without asking her. If she'd been asked, it would have been a quick yes. Maturity now brought more understanding and Gracie would just love to be watched in the act, now a favourite fantasy. Another milestone in Gracie's sex life was having a well endowed cock inside her. One of her friends was dating a tall gangly guy, his ugliness overlooked as his large cock was of more interest. After a few drinks or a little weed, her friend loved to tell the others all of the gruesome details of her pussy getting stretched and the pleasure it brought. Gracie tucked all this information under her belt, a few years later she ran into the same guy at a party, one thing led to another and they ended up in bed. While she sort of enjoyed the experience, she'd rather have good looks, a nice body and an average size cock any day, and she could at least walk properly afterwards. A Brief and Dangerous Liaison Ch. 02 Authors Note: I hadn't planned writing a sequel for A Brief and Dangerous Liaison, but after a request or two I decided to put my mind to it. It should be noted that this story is not for the squeamish or fainthearted. It contains some violence as it follows the post confession punishment of an unfaithful mobster's wife. For those who haven't yet read the first story submitted 6/09/05, I would suggest you do so before reading this submission to gain an insight of the circumstances leading to Gracie's downfall from grace. * Eddie Torrelli sat tormented in his spacious elevated lounge, the large bay windows providing a perfect view of the tree lined street below. His shaking hand still held the open condom packet as he waited for his unfaithful wife to return from her morning run. As a head of a crime family, he demanded loyalty from all those around him, from his advisors, suppliers and from his soldiers down to his servants that looked after his house. But more especially, he expected loyalty from his beautiful wife Gracie. He tried to imagine the young man she met at the hotel the night before laying between Gracie's lovely thighs, his cock penetrating her wonderfully tight pussy. He struggled with the thought of her arms around another man and the kissing that would have transpired. Eddie thought back to the man in an attempt to recall his name, John, no, it was Johno. He knew that Gracie would've been attracted to him, he was young, tall and good looking, just how she liked them. Looking down at the condom packet, Eddie visualised Gracie's face as Johno brought her to an easy orgasm, his anger building as he screwed up the small packet in his hand. Eddie took other women regularly; just a few days ago he had had a romp in bed with a stunning young Puerto Rican girl nearly forty years his junior. The Viagra certainly eliminated the age gap, and he had left the girl stunned in bed from the physical onslaught of his prowess. As far as Eddie was concerned, the frequent bedding other women was part of his position as head of the family. It was common for his bodyguards or friends to procure attractive women for his use, sometimes more than one. It proved that he was the man and still a great lover, the fact that he'd a beautiful wife at home many years his younger and whom he loved dearly, was irrelevant. He felt no guilt, as everyone knows; man's sexual needs are different for a woman. It's just the way it is. Suddenly, Eddie caught sight of Gracie running up the street towards their house, he took in her long legs as they carried her effortlessly off the footpath and up their long driveway. He watched as she ran along the side of the house to the back door where she would thoughtfully remove her sodden running shoes. Eddie walked through to the kitchen as Gracie entered the back door. She smiled at Eddie before opening the fridge, removing a jug of orange juice and taking a swig. "Phew, that was a good run, knocked off another minute off my best time." she commented as she filled a tall glass and replaced the jug in the fridge. It was only then she noticed the dark look on her husbands face, it was a look that stopped her dead. "What's wrong Eddie?" "Do you ever lie to me Gracie?" he asked in a quiet voice. "No, never?" "I was looking through your handbag looking for pain killers. Can you explain why I found this?" Eddie placed the condom packet on the bench in front of her and smoothed it flat. Her heart stopped and her legs trembled under her weight as she realised that she'd been found out. "It's a condom from the vending machine at the hotel last night isn't it?" Eddie continued. "You fucked that Johno I saw you with last night. Is that right Gracie, did you fuck him?" He looked into her face and saw the guilt and the fear. "Don't lie to me Gracie." "Yes." she whispered. His face fell, "Why Gracie, why did you have to do that?" She hesitated before answering, "I don't know Eddie, he was nice looking, I drunk too much red wine and you know what that does to me. And I was lonely because you were ignoring me." His face twisted in rage, "Ignoring you, for fucks sake Gracie, I was upstairs doing business. It's that business that buys you everything you fucking want." He raised his hand in anger and moved towards her, trapped in the corner of the kitchen bench Gracie had nowhere to escape. In all of the years of their marriage, Eddie had never once raised a hand to her, but she knew that now counted for nothing. Having witnessed him venting his violent rage on others, she knew what he was capable of and had every right to be scared. She raised her hands to protect herself, "Please no Eddie; please not my face." Eddie checked himself at the last moment and stepped away from her. "I know I've done something terrible and I have to be punished, but please not where it can be seen." Gracie whispered. For a long few seconds Eddie's eyes bored into his wife, she felt only despair as he always lived by the code, that if you commit the crime, you do the time. He only respected that victims took their punishment well, any pleading or attempts at negotiation only made the punishment worse. "Okay Gracie, we'll do this another way. I want you to go down to that shop in Key St; you know the one that sells all those naughty things. I want you to buy a nice thick leather strap; then I want you to bring it home to me so that I can teach you a little respect and hopefully bring you to your senses. Will you do that for me Gracie?" Gracie felt the weight of the world fall on her, for knew what was going to happen. "Yes Eddie, I'll do that." "Don't think about trying to run from me. You know that I'll find you, and then things will only be worse for you. Do you understand Gracie?" She nodded, "I understand Eddie. I'll do as you ask." He smiled almost warmly which only gave false hope, "That's good. Off you go and don't be long." "I'll just take a quick shower before I go." Eddie shook his head, "Sorry Gracie, you don't have time for that. Just go as you are." A few minutes later, Gracie eased her Mercedes coupe out of the driveway and pointed it towards town. He mind was awash of her situation, she knew she couldn't run. Firstly she didn't have the financial means to disappear and then Eddie would find her. She discounted pleading for mercy as it would fall on deaf ears. The only option was to take her punishment the best she could. Her mind switched to the condom and how it got into her bag the night before. She thought back to when Johno knelt between her parted thighs, how she tore the condom packet open and carefully removed the contents. She visualised dropping the empty packet and realised that her open bag would have been underneath on the floor of the SUV. She cursed herself for being so stupid, if she'd thrown caution to the wind and decided to not use a condom, she wouldn't be going through this unimaginable nightmare. She dawdled along under the speed limit until impatient drivers behind her vented their impatience and spirited her to a higher speed. Twenty minutes later, Gracie hit the city and expertly guided the Mercedes towards her destination. Key St was in the sleazier part of town, near the strip joints and massage parlours, the only reason Gracie knew her way around this part of town was due to the many fine small restaurants that also inhabited the area. She found the shop she was looking for and a park close by. At night it would be impossible due to the many attractions, however, at this time of the morning, the street was nearly deserted. Gracie got out of the Mercedes and walked down the street feeling like a hooker dressed only in revealing shorts, jogging shoes and a sweat shirt. She pushed the door and found it locked, looking down she found a sign with the hours of business. Checking her watch, she had thirty minutes to wait before it opened. Gracie tried to look inside, but all of the external windows were blacked out. Returning to the car, she sat and waited with only the stereo and her fear to keep her company. Thirty minutes later to the minute, a tall dark male dressed in a black tee shirt and black leather pants let himself into the shop and flicked the closed sign to open. Gracie sat in the car for a few seconds and then entered the dimly lit interior of the shop. Inside was a huge array of items, from videos and magazines to adult toys. Venturing deeper into the store, she found what she was looking for. On display racks stood a variety of leather whips and straps, beside them were canes, paddles and riding crops. Accessories such as restraints and handcuffs were close by. Gracie shuddered as she turned her attention to the leather straps, there were wide and thin, some split down the middle at the business end. She was confused and didn't know where to start. She was tempted to grab the first one and run when a voice close by startled her. "Morning, can I help you?" Gracie turned and looked into the friendly face of the man she'd seen earlier, she panicked briefly but then took a deep breath. "Yes. My husband and I are thinking about getting into a little discipline if you know what I mean. Maybe you could point me in the right direction." He returned a beaming smile, "Well, you've come to the right place for that. I can assure its all good fun." Yeah right, Gracie thought to herself. "What would you recommend for beginners?" she asked innocently. That was a mistake, for the next five minutes she was bombarded with information about every implement on display. In the end and on the attendant's recommendation, Gracie decided on a wide leather strap. The thin handle widened out to a fine wide body of polished dark leather. The assistant explained that it spread the impact over a greater area and the noise it made on impact was quite astounding, just the thing for beginners. Gracie noticed that the rigid leather almost stood straight when held horizontally and shuddered involuntarily at the thought of the damage it might inflict. "We've a room out the back if you'd like to try it out." he suggested running his eyes over her tan thighs. "I'm a dab hand with one of these." Gracie managed to smile sweetly at the suggestion, "No thanks, I'd rather try it out with my husband." "If you like it the other way, you can try it out on me. I'm not averse to taking a few whacks from a pretty lady." Again Gracie declined while wondering what the hell was wrong with these people and the world they lived in. At the counter, she paid with cash and waited while her purchase was placed into a plain white bag. Minutes later, she was making the fateful return trip home. She made her mind up to tell Eddie nothing but the truth about the night before. If she lied now and he later caught her out, she'd only be in trouble again. By the time Gracie had returned home, Eddie had got his anger under control and was more rational in his thinking. While he loved Gracie, he had to make an example of her. If it ever got out that his wife was some sort of slut, he would lose face and could adversely effect his position and authority. As much as he hated to hurt Gracie, he had to do this once and make it count. When Gracie entered the house, she found Eddie at the desk in his office, he looked up as she entered and stopped writing. "Okay Gracie, what've you got for me?" With a pounding heart she walked to the desk, took the strap out of the bag and placed it on the desk in front of him. Eddie picked it up and examined it, turning his chair sideways he flicked it through the air a few times; the whistling noise audible to both of them. He then turned back to her. "You know I have to do this don't you? I can't let you get away with being unfaithful to me." She nodded her head as the tears rolled down her face, "I know Eddie. I've done a very bad thing. Even though this will hurt, I know that you're letting me off lightly." He nodded, "I've sent the servants away and we're alone." "Thank you." "Okay, let's get this over with. Take your clothes off." Gracie stepped back from the desk and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Kicking her shoes off, she peeled her socks off, her top and sports bra followed. Eddie watched as her shorts and panties slid down her thighs to the floor. Gracie stood still and let him look at her nude body. His eyes were drawn to the strip of dark hair above her pussy and the thick lips below. He struggled with the thought that a few hours previous, she'd let another man's cock slide into her pussy. Eddie stood and walked around the desk and stood close to her. He could smell her perfume and then the musky scent of a post exercise unwashed body. He looked into her eyes but she looked down to the floor. "Where do you want me?" she asked. "Over the desk." Gracie stepped to the desk and carefully cleared a space to lean on. She then leaned over the desk and tried to get comfortable. "Hang on." she said before walking to a chair and removing a cushion, placing it over the edge of the desk, she bent over it and placed herself in the desired position. Eddie gazed at Gracie's buttocks as she stretched over the desk, her tan thighs running up to perfect white buttocks. Between her thighs, the thick lips of her pussy were plainly visible, they looked red and slightly swollen, was it from her morning run or from being fucked the night before, Eddie asked himself. In the end, it didn't really matter. He picked up the strap from the desk and stepped behind her. Placing the strap on her buttocks, he measured off the distance and got himself into the right position. "I'm so sorry Eddie." Gracie whispered. "You should have thought about the consequences before you let him fuck you." After a couple of practice swings, Eddie raised the strap high and brought it hard down on Gracie buttocks, the crack of the leather echoing through the room. Eddie was intrigued as her perfect buttocks distorted under the heavy impact; he then stood and watched as the whiteness slowly turned to red. The lines of the edges of the leather became plainly evident on her smooth skin. Again he raised the strap and brought it crashing down. Gracie gasped as the pain seared through her. She clutched the edge of the desk as the third stroke lashed her. The pain was unbearable and Eddie watched as she slid downwards into a crouching position, her hands stoking her buttocks as if to rid her of her anguish. She waited for the pain to reach its peak, but there seemed no end to it. C'mon Gracie, up you get, we've only just started." Grace summoned the strength and lifted herself back over the desk, she was hurting badly but knew better than to ask him to stop. Eddie took in her damaged buttocks as he waited for her to get back in position. "So Gracie, who's idea was it?" "Mine Eddie. I propositioned him, it was all my fault." "Where'd you do it?" "In the car park in the front of his SUV." she replied thankful for the respite from the leather. "So tell me about it. How'd it happen?" "I only took my panties off and he took his jeans off." "Did he have a big cock?" She hesitated before answering after reminding herself to be truthful. "Yes." "Did you suck it?" "Yes." "Then what?" He knelt in front of me and licked my pussy, then I put the condom on and then he fucked me." Did he make you cum?" Again she hesitated, "Yes, he made me cum." "Then what?" "He couldn't cum because of the condom, so I took it off and gave him a blowjob." "Shit Gracie, did he cum in your mouth?" "Yes, I swallowed it." Eddies anger once again soared, "Do you remember kissing me last night Gracie? Are you telling me that the mouth I kissed last night had been full of another mans cum just hours before?" Gracie silence only made things worse. Eddie raised his arm and thrashed the leather down hard across her buttocks, then again and again. The pain flared through Gracie and again she slid down into the crouching position, her hands gently stroking her tortured cheeks as she sobbed loudly. He left her for a few seconds and then asked her get back over the desk. Gracie slowly obeyed as Eddie surveyed his handy work. It was only then that Eddie noticed a strange sensation below, looking down he eyed his erect cock straining against his trousers. He smiled in delight as it was the first time in five years that he'd managed an erection without the assistance of Viagra. He dropped the strap to the floor and undid his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down, he eyed his beloved cock. He pulled the foreskin back and marvelled at the firmness of the cock protruding horizontally in front of him; it was just like he was a young man again. He stroked it and lifted his eyes to Gracie's pussy. Raising his fingers to his mouth, he then dropped them to his cock and rubbed his saliva over the pink shiny head. Shuffling over to her, he slipped his cock between the top of her thighs, she jumped as he touched her and then thankfully realised it wasn't the strap. It took another second to realise that it was a hard cock seeking her pussy. Relieved, Gracie parted her thighs to help him and then pushed back as the head of his cock slipped into her. Un-aroused, the penetration took longer than normal, but soon Gracie accepted his full length. She ignored the pain of Eddie's navel slapping against her thrashed buttocks, for it was far better than the sting of the leather. Eddie placed his hands around Gracie's narrow waist to control his speed and depth of penetration, his eyes were however were focused on her red buttocks. He marvelled at the differing shades of red where the leather had landed. His skin could feel the heat generated by the punishment which seemed to excite him even more. He could feel an orgasm building but it was too soon for that. He quickly slid his cock from her pussy and rubbed the head over her buttocks. He could feel Gracie tense as his cock traced imaginary circles over each buttock. After the tempting orgasm had faded, Eddie slipped his cock back into her pussy and pushed it in to the hilt. For a few seconds he savoured her wet tightness and then began to move inside her. He placed his hands over her buttocks and felt the heat, and then without warning he had an uncontrollable orgasm. Gracie was equally surprised as she felt his warm cum lubricating the inside of her pussy; usually it was a wild ride before he managed to complete the deed. For a short time, Eddie stood behind her as his cock began to wilt inside her, seconds later it dropped out and he stepped back to admire his handy work. His eyes feasted on her pussy as his cum oozed out her gapping hole and dripped downwards from her lips onto the insides of her thighs. Gracie waited a few seconds before standing and turning towards her husband. He noticed the tears in her eyes and then he remembered the reason she was bent over the desk, his resolution again hardened. "Sorry Gracie, we haven't finished, back over the desk." Her face fell, but she turned to her position over the desk without complaint. Eddie picked up the strap and stepped behind her, measuring off the distance, he brought the strap down again and again. He then changed the angle of attack sweeping the strap upwards from close to the floor catching Gracie where her thighs met her buttocks. He watched as Gracie hopped from one leg to the other as her hands eagerly rubbed her damaged posterior before bending over the desk for her next stroke. After a dozen more he stopped. "Okay Gracie, that's enough. You can get up now." Again she slipped down into the crouching position and sobbed. Eddie felt no remorse, if he didn't love Gracie so much, he would've arranged for her to disappear for ever. He returned to his desk and sat down while ignoring her sobs. He felt almost euphoric at getting an unexpected erection and managing to cum with so much ease. Maybe, just maybe he may be able to rid himself of the Viagra. He would give anything to not have to do rely on the little blue pill ever again. A Brief and Dangerous Liaison Ch. 02 Eventually, Gracie regained her composure; she stood on shaky legs and picked up her discarded clothes. Avoiding her husbands gaze, she left the room and made her way slowly upstairs to the master bedroom and into the ensuite. Standing in front of the large mirrors, she turned and looked through teary eyes at her flayed buttocks. It looked just as bad as it felt she thought to herself, a wide band of blotchy redness covered both cheeks from side to side. She placed her hands gently on them and applied pressure as if to relieve the pain, it did so but for only a second. She walked into the bedroom, pulled a g-string bikini out from a drawer and put the top on. The bottom half was slipped over her thighs and gingerly over her pussy ensuring the rear strap was carefully eased between her buttocks. Wrapping a towel around her, she made the long walk downstairs and outside to the swimming pool. From inside his office, Eddie watched as Gracie dropped the towel and slid slowly into the pool. He watched her puckered lips grimace as her bottom half disappeared under the cool water. Oblivious to Eddies watchful eyes, Gracie moved deeper in the pool and rested her weary head on her hands on the tiled edge. She sobbed at the humiliation and the pain of what she had endured and cursed herself for her own stupidity. But even though the pain still wracked her brain, she was grateful to still be alive to feel it. Eddie watched Gracie thoughtfully from his desk, his attention then turned to the strap on his desk. He picked it up and rubbed it across his hand and marvelled at its smoothness, he sat back and fantasised about it landing on Gracie's buttocks and he smiled. He then looked down and found the beginnings of another erection. Unable to believe it, his hand moved down to his cock to find it again hardening. Gracie's infidelity was now forgotten as his mind explored new horizons of pleasure in which to indulge himself. He soon stood and made his way outside to the pool. Kneeling beside Gracie, he placed the strap on the tiles in front of her face. "Store this somewhere handy Gracie; we'll be needing it again real soon." he suggested. Gracie looked at the strap and then lifted her eyes to his. She saw no anger, but only lust and it dawned on her that she'd awakened something in him that wasn't there before. It took but a second to realise that she was about to embark on a new and painful journey for which there may be no return. A Brief and Dangerous Liaison As Johno's cock began to pick up speed inside her, Gracie slipped a finger down to her clitoris and began to rub it. Johno leaned back a little so that he could watch her, their eyes caught in the moonlight and they smiled. "It's pity we don't have more time." she said. I'd like to have given you a good going over somewhere more comfortable." Johno laughed, "This is far better than missing out." "Agreed." Gracie closed her eyes and began to concentrate on an orgasm; she experimented with feet placement settling with them around his waist. Keeping her finger nail clear of the condom, she began to work in earnest, Johno kept his thrusts shallow as to not impede her hand movements. "This ain't gonna take long." Gracie whispered as her orgasm inched closer. "Fucccck this is good." she added. It was another minute before her orgasm arrived; dropping her feet to the floor Gracie raised her buttocks high from the seat as the waves of pleasure took her. As his cock began to slide out, Gracie lowered herself and pulled it back inside her. "Don't take it out." she pleaded. "Leave it inside me." Johno leaned inside her, with her free hand Gracie pulled his head to hers and kissed him passionately while rotating her pussy on his cock, he could feel her juices running down his balls and the inside of his sweaty thighs. Gracie slowly relaxed, placing her legs around his waist, began to squeeze his cock with her pussy muscles. "You've done this before." he commented tweaking his cock inside with his own muscles. Gracie grinned, "Nope, I'm just an innocent girl who's learning the ropes. Anyway, you'd better finish up so I can get back." "I'll probably have a problem with the condom." he replied. "How about I suck you off?" she suggested. It'll be quicker." Gracie eased Johno backwards until his cock slipped out, reaching down she rolled the slippery condom from his cock and dropped it on the floor. "Can't do it from here, how about sliding over to the other seat." she suggested. With his jeans around his ankles, Johno struggled back to the driver's seat while Gracie adjusted her bra and dress back to where they should be. Leaning over she gingerly began to suck on his cock while getting use to the residue of the condom, it wasn't the first time but it had been a while since she tasted it. Settling into a rhythm, Gracie began to milk his cock. After a while she pulled away. "I'm gonna swallow. Whatever you do, don't pull out when you cum or I'll have it all over me. I won't be able to hide it if it gets on my dress or in my hair. Okay?" "Okay." he whispered. For the next few minutes, Gracie worked hard on his cock; she preferred to kneel between her partners legs when she was giving blowjobs so that she could concentrate her tongue under the v of his head. Unfortunately, she was doing it from the side and not able to show off her best skills. She sucked hard on the head as her hand caressed the shaft below. Every now and then she would dribble saliva down the shaft for hand lubrication. She could feel Johno tremble as he began to build towards his orgasm, she lifted her mouth away to give her jaw a little respite before his onslaught, and picked up the tempo with her hand to compensate. Waiting until he was getting close, Gracie again lowered her mouth over his cock and took him deeply. "Ohhh, here it comes." Johno muttered as he began to shudder involuntarily. Gracie lifted her mouth so that it just covered the head of his cock leaving room for his cum. She held his cock tightly as it began to fill her mouth with his warm ejaculation; she calmly swallowed time and time again as he emptied himself into her. Waiting until he was finished, Gracie lifted her mouth from his cock and wiped her lips clean on his navel. She then tickled the tip of his knob with her tongue and took great satisfaction of his wriggling under her. "How was that?" she asked. Johno laughed, "Absolutely fucking fantastic, best blow job I've ever had." Gracie smiled, "See, us older women do have our uses." "Amen to that." he answered. Gracie sat up and licked her lips, she enjoyed it when her lovers cum in her mouth, it was just the after taste that was a little off putting. Johno read her mind; he reached around and found the bottle of mineral water from behind the back seat. Unscrewing the top, he passed it over to her. "Thanks." she said before taking a mouthful and swirling it around in her mouth. Hitting the button on the door, she waited as the window lowered enough to spit the contents of her mouth outside and repeated the exercise. She then took a couple of mouths full and swallowed it. Handing the bottle back to Johno, Gracie reached for her panties on the dashboard and slipped them over her feet, raising her buttocks from the seat she eased them back over her pussy and straightened them to get comfortable. Glancing over at Johno she was surprised to see him stroking his still hard cock as he lustfully eyed her thighs and panties. She laughed while pulling down her dress and spoiling his view, "Sorry, not enough time for another round. You'd better put that thing away where it belongs." Johno reluctantly agreed and removed his hand from his cock. Gracie reached up to the interior light and switched it on, twisting the rear vision mirror around to the desired position; she removed a lipstick from her bag and applied it. "That should do the trick until I get inside. How about joining me for a dessert, I fancy something sweet?" After Johno had managed to get his flagging erection into his jeans and was about to reached for the door handle, Gracie reached over and pulled him close, her tongue slipping into his mouth. The kiss was long and passionate until Gracie leaned away from him. "Thank you for that." she whispered. That was a very nice interlude in my normally dull sex life. It's a good thing you don't live close; otherwise you'd be too much of a temptation to ignore." Ten minutes later they were back in the now half filled restaurant at the same table. After going to the bathroom to check on her appearance, Gracie had returned and ordered an apple cinnamon tart and a glass of red wine. She grinned over the table at Johno demolishing a large piece of chocolate mud cake. Nothing much was said as they ate; both content in the company of the other and their own little secret. All of the sudden, the restaurant quietened, Johno and Gracie looked up. Their eyes quickly found the source of interest, a tall well dressed man in a black suit scanned the diners. He was flanked by two large dangerous looking men also in dark suits. Johno turned his attention back to the older man in the middle, he looked familiar for some reason but he couldn't place him. Eddie Torrelli, known racketeer, drug runner, entrepreneur and crime boss looked across the restaurant until his eyes rested on his lovely Gracie, his heart fluttered briefly as he found the love of his life. His eyes moved and bored into the male sitting across the table from her, their eyes locked as Eddie made his way to their table. "Shit, it's my husband." Gracie muttered under her breath. "Just be polite and act calm for fucks sake." It took but a split second for Johno to realise that he'd just fucked the wife of one of the most notoriously dangerous men in the country, his stomach churned as Eddie approached their table. "Hi doll, sorry it took so long, but business is business." Eddie said. Gracie smiled loving up at her husband as wiped the last of her tart from her lips, "It's okay Eddie. This is Johno; he kindly let me sit at his table when I couldn't find any where to sit." Johno attempted a grin as Eddie's seemingly black eyes bored into him. Eddie's quick mind worked overtime as he briefly searched the face of the handsome man he was staring at. He made a note to question Gracie a little more when the time was right. He then turned to Gracie and smiled. "There's a few of us at the bar, come and let me introduce you some new friends." he said quietly. Gracie picked up her bag from the table and stood, "Thanks for your hospitality Johno, it was nice meeting you." As Gracie made her way towards the bar, Eddie's eyes again feasted briefly on Johno, their eyes locked for a second before Johno looked away. Eddie was instinctively uncomfortable about something, but turned to follow his wife. Johno waited until they left the restaurant before walking to the door, once outside he sprinted for his SUV. Thankfully, the large engine roared into life at the flick of the key. Leaving his lights off, he guided the vehicle slowly through the car park and switched them on just as pulled out onto the road. He gunned the engine until he hit the interstate and then slowed down to just over the speed limit. His heartbeat began to return to normal as he drew further away from the hotel. Johno had no doubt that if Eddie found out that his wife had been ravished in the front seat of his SUV, his life would be in serious danger. He thought back to the recent media coverage of the Torrelli family, it was something to do with the intimidation or disappearance of witnesses of a vicious assault outside one of their nightclubs. Johno then remembered that a media correspondent, who wrote up a less than complimentary version of the events and an overview of the Torrelli family, also got a roughing up and a trip to hospital for his trouble. For some reason, things went quiet after that. Half an hour from the restaurant, Johno caught up to a white police cruiser and settled in behind it, it was one time he was pleased to have the presence of the law close by. For the next hour, he watched in his rear vision mirror as other faster moving vehicles slowed at the sight of the cruiser and tucked in behind them. When he finally reached the driveway of his family home, he switched the engine off and rested his head on the steering wheel. He listened to the ticking engine as it cooled down and thought, maybe, just maybe he'd got away with. The next morning and three hundred miles away, Eddie Torrelli woke to a splitting headache, the results of stress and too much of his favourite malt. He cursed and rubbed his pounding head and then turned to find the bed empty beside him. Looking at the bedside clock, he knew that his early rising Gracie would be out running. He raised himself to a sitting position and waited until he got his balance before walking into the ensuite. Rummaging through the cabinet and draws for pain killers he came up empty handed. He cursed bad temperedly as he staggered back into the bedroom and looked for Gracie's handbag; she always carried Aspirin or something similar. Finding the bag, he rummaged unsuccessfully through it and again cursed; he tipped it upside down and emptied the contents onto the unmade bed. His smiled in triumph as his eyes found what he was looking for. He picked up the familiar packet and was about to move away when his eyes caught something else. He reached down and picked up a small blue and white packet and stared at it. Reaching for his glasses beside the bed he put them on and gazed down at the open and empty condom packet. His legs failed him and he sat on the bed as he realised the consequences of his find. The brand of the condom packet was familiar and he quickly remembered that it was the brand of the vending machine in the hotel. He thought back to the young man sitting with Gracie last night and it was obvious what had had taken place. He was very much aware that Gracie had a thing for younger men. His instincts had been right the night before as he gazed into the man's face, he remembered asking himself whether it was a look of fear or guilt he read in his eyes? He now knew. The tears began to run down Eddie's face, he placed his head in his hand sand sobbed at the thought of Gracie's unfaithfulness. After a while, he got dressed and went downstairs to wait for her return. Eddie was a man always to confront problems head on, and this was to be no exception. He thought back to Johno as he waited, his face now etched into his remarkable memory. If he ever laid eyes on him again, he would pay a dear price for his actions. As for Gracie, she also had a price to pay.