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The Dream Wife

By: DanielQSteele1



(c) Daniel Quentin Steele - 2010

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

This is the second story I've done for Literotica. It's auite different from the first, I hope. I hope readers enjoy it.

I would again like to thank editor LadyPineRose74 for her help and contributions to this story. Her comments were very welcome.

THE DREAM WIFE

"I slept with another man today."

Dan Jenkins stopped in the middle of grabbing a Michelob out of the fridge and looked back at Caroline, his lovely 29-year-old wife of a year and a half. She was standing in the doorway between the den and their kitchen. He had just gotten home from work and allowed himself the one beer that took the edge off a hard day selling insurance.

He shook his head and looked at her again and wondered what she had really said. The Freudian slip was understandable, considering what he'd gone through in the last two and a half years, but it bothered him that it was still happening. He should be over it by now.

He made himself smile at her. She wasn't smiling back. As he did every day, he gave a little thanks to God for bringing her into his life. She looked like a Dresden doll brought to life. Long blonde hair and rosy cheeks with red lips and blue eyes. Slender up and down with just enough curves to make her work outfit of blouse and slacks look sexy. 

Not the blatant curves that 34-year-old Holly had possessed, but it was good that Caroline was different in that way as in all others from his cheating whore of an ex-wife who he still prayed nightly would die of some terrible wasting disease.

"Jesus, honey, for a minute I almost thought you said...never mind. I wasn't listening. What did you say?"

She looked at him with a sad and cold expression that made his hand holding the Michelob tremble.

"I said I slept with another man today. Frank Miller from the office. You know, he works in information technology. You met him at the party last month. Big, blonde guy."

Dan's mouth opened and closed. The inane thought hit him that he must look like a fish with that opening and closing mouth. No words came out.

She didn't move. He couldn't even see her breasts moving to indicate she was breathing. She could have been a real china doll.

"In case that didn't register, Dan, I had sex with him. I went to a motel and spent half a day fucking him."

"Wha...." He put the Michelob down carefully on the kitchen counter. The insane thought came to him he'd have to be careful to wipe it up if it spilled.

"What...are you – you – how."

Finally he gained control of his mouth.

"Don't even fucking joke like that Caroline. How could you, damn it. It wouldn't be funny even—if"

If anything the look on her face was even sadder now, but her words were just cold.

"Even if your slut bitch wife Holly hadn't cheated on you with her big dicked boyfriend and kicked you out of your house. Isn't that what you were going to say, Dan? It hurts doesn't it? But it's happened again. Another man's cum is in my pussy right now. You want to come over here and feel it."

He couldn't breathe. It wasn't possible. He was dreaming and he'd wake any minute to find Caroline breathing quietly beside him. He would reach over and kiss her and thank God she had come along to save his life after Holly had done her best to destroy it.

He blinked furiously, trying to avoid the wimpy embarrassment of tears, He had shed enough of those when Holly told him she had been fallen in love with another man and was going to marry him. Only later had he discovered she'd been cheating on him for years and had fallen in love with her latest boyfriend.

"Why are you doing this, Caroline. I don't believe you. You wouldn't do that. It's not in you to be that kind of bitch. We've only been married a year and a half, but I know you better than that."

She shook her head.

"I'm sorry Dan. It's the truth. But you haven't asked me why yet? Why did I go to a motel room with Frank? Why did I pull his pants down and suck his dick until he squirted all over me? Why did I spread my legs so he could shove his hard dick inside me and cum twice in the next two hours.? We did it missionary style and doggy. Frank loved it and he wants to do it again."

Dan sagged back against the counter and for a minute felt the world spin around him. He made it to a chair at the kitchen table before he fell.

He had thought she was joking, but the flat cold words told him she was telling him the truth. Why the fuck was his only thought. Why again? Why me?

Finally he could get the words out.

"Alright, you miserable bitch, I'll bite. Why? Why would you do this to a man who loves you. I'd have given my life for you. Our kids love you, have loved you since we started dating. I understand Holly. She was a miserable, cheating, cock-loving whore. But you – Am I that bad in bed? Is my dick that small?"

For the first time since she'd started talking, Caroline walked toward him, stopped less than a foot away. She put her hand out and cupped the side of his face in an weirdly comforting way.

"No, you're not bad in bed. I haven't had that many men, but from my own experience, you're pretty damn good. And Frank wasn't any bigger than you, maybe a little wider, but I didn't take a ruler out to compare the two of you. Dan, the reason I cheated on you and fucked Frank is that I have to get used to fucking other men again."

Even though she was speaking English, she could have been speaking in Mandarin Chinese. He had absolutely no idea what she was saying.

He cupped his hand over hers. The feel of his flesh against hers was the only thing that mattered in the world.

"What in the hell does that mean?"

"I'm filing for divorce, Dan. I'm leaving you today. I'll get my things together, most of them anyway, tonight and go stay with my mom. And since we're not going to be together, and since I have to start a new life, I decided I was going to fuck another man. Oh, and I wanted to hurt you as bad as humanly possible and I knew that fucking Frank would hurt you more than anything else I could do."

Déjà vu is a real thing, he decided. It felt the same way as it had the day he had walked into his previous house and Holly, big Double D tits heaving under her thin blouse, instead of greeting him with a kiss and a titty rub had told him she had fallen in love with an old boyfriend and wanted him to move out that night. She was divorcing him.

Except that even Holly, bitch that she was, hadn't gone out of her way to hurt him the way that her loving replacement, whom he'd married to try to fill the hole in his heart that Holly had left, was doing. Now Caroline was ripping out what was left of his heart. And the worst of it was, he still had no idea why.

He felt a vast weariness settle over him. It was an effort to get the words out. All he wanted was to go upstairs and collapse. It was a good thing this was a weekday and the kids were with Holly. He knew he should be angry, furious and want to kill the beautiful bitch standing in front of him, but it was as if the first betrayal by Holly had stolen all the anger out of him. All he had left was sadness.

"I guess I know the drill. It must have been an old boyfriend that you met again or did you find some new guy and decide you made a mistake in marrying a 37-year-old re-tread like me? Who are you in love with now?"

"You. It's always been you from the time you came into my office that day. I never believed in love at first sight until that moment."

He took her hand and moved it away from his face.

"Let me get this straight. You're in love with me, have been, and go to a motel to fuck and suck some guy because you're going to divorce me and want to hurt me. What is it about this picture that I'm not getting?"

"I do love you, and I still love you. I picked Frank to fuck because every single girl at work says he's a stud's stud and a real lover. I wanted him to push my buttons, to make me cum so hard I'd forget about you – for a little while. When I was sucking him and he squirted all over my tits and chest and face, it felt good to be nasty with another man. And he can eat, God, can he eat pussy. And when he started fucking me...he knows all the buttons. 

"But, while I enjoyed it and I enjoyed seeing him enjoy me, he never rang my bell. I didn't have the first orgasm. I couldn't understand it. With you and me...well, you know how it is. I never knew how hard or how many times I could climax until I went to bed with you. I figured it would be the same way with him, but it wasn't. I had to fake it a couple of times to avoid hurting his feelings. I guess I love you so much that just pushing the buttons doesn't work anymore."

He stared at her. It was hard enough to believe her words, to believe she had opened her legs to another man, sucked his dick and let him cum all over her, and then to believe she still loved him so much she couldn't get an orgasm. Something was crazy here.

"But," she said, "I decided that it doesn't matter. I'm going to fuck Frank or someone else again, and again, and eventually I'll stop loving you and I'll respond to them the way I respond to you. Maybe not as wild as I have been with you, because I don't think I'm ever going to love anybody again the way I loved you. But I'll be able to go on with my life."

He grabbed her small, thin hands in his and pulled her down until she knelt on the floor in front of him and looked up slightly to stare into his eyes.

"Caroline, for God's sake, make sense. I don't understand. How can you love me, and tell me the sex is the best you've ever had, and still want to divorce me?"

"I gave you more than a year, Dan. I tried as hard as I could, but I can't do it any longer. I can't live with a cheater."

He couldn't believe his ears and he almost wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She had wrecked their marriage by fucking another guy because she thought HE was cheating? He wanted to grab her and shake some sense into that pretty, utterly stupid head.

"Christ, you think I've been cheating on you? Caroline, I haven't touched another woman since the day we met. I'll admit, I had sex with a couple of women after Holly dumped me. But that ended the day we met. There's never been anybody else but you. How could you even think that? Has somebody told you a lie about me?"

She pulled his hands off hers and stood up. Now she was looking down on him and despite the fact that he knew he was innocent, he felt like a piece of shit under somebody's shoe.

"I didn't say you were having sex with anyone, Dan. You're in love with someone else and that's the same thing as cheating. You promised me at our marriage that you would love and cherish me only, and you lied. You've been in love with somebody else every single minute of our marriage."

He had a terrible feeling he knew where this was going. Caroline was wrong, but how could he make her believe him.

"There is no one –"

She slapped his face and the shock alone was almost enough to send him off the chair to the floor. Caroline wasn't the sort of woman who slapped people. Not an open handed slap with power behind it, the power of passion, the power of anger.

"Don't you fucking lie to me, Dan. Not any more. Do me the courtesy of at least being honest with me. You have ruined my life. You tricked me into marrying you. You made me fall in love with you. You probably ruined me for other men. But don't keep lying on top of all the other shit you've done to me."

"I don't still love her, Caroline. I don't. You have to believe me."

"No, I don't. You know you talk in your sleep? No, well you do. You've cried for her, begged her to come back to you. You've called out her fucking name when you were coming inside me. You bastard. Do you know how much that hurt me. How many times have you fucked me with your eyes closed so you could imagine you were inside her pussy?"

She took a deep breath.

"All my friends, all of them, and my mother, told me not to marry you. They said you'd been crushed by your divorce and Holly's cheating on you. They told me I was a rebound. That you still loved her, as shown by the fact that you fought like cats and dogs over everything. You were more interested in trying to hurt her than taking care of your own kids and moving on to a life with me. They said you'd either go back to her if she bent her little finger to you, or you'd realize you didn't love me and move on to someone else after you'd had time to heal.

"But I was stupid and I told myself that my love could change you, could heal you, could bring you to me. And I was willing to wait for you to fall out of love with her. I waited for more than a year, Dan. But you still talk in your sleep. And I still see your face when her name is mentioned."

"Dammit, Caroline, she hurt me worse than anyone ever has. She tore my heart out. She's the mother of my kids. Of course I still have feelings for her. We were married for more than 10 years. But I don't love her. You have to believe me."

"I don't. I've spent a year watching you Dan, and you're a man in love with another woman. I did everything I could, but I lost and she won. I hope someday you and she can get back together again, because I can't see you ever being happy with anyone else."

She walked out of the kitchen. He caught her at the entrance to their – what had been their – bedroom and grabbed her shoulders from behind

"You want me to get down on my knees and beg? I will. I'll do anything, Caroline. Anything. I should hate you for fucking another man, but I forgive you. What do you want? Do you want us to move to another city? Another state? What can I do?"

She wriggled and he lost his grip on her. 

'You can let me go and get away from me. Let me get my stuff and get out of here. Our marriage was a mistake."

He watched her walk away from him and all he could say was, "Don't go, don't go."

After awhile he went down to the den, took a bottle of Dewar's, filled a glass and started working steadily toward getting shit faced. He heard her go out the front door but didn't even try to get up. Now that she was no longer there he could let the tears go and he sat in front of a darkened television drinking and crying until the night went away.

The next day he didn't rouse till past 11 a.m., but since he owned his insurance agency and had staff to run it, he didn't have to hurry to get to work. After awhile he decided to hell with it and drove to Jacksonville Beach, about twenty miles from his Mandarin home in Jacksonville, Florida.

He walked out onto the beach, leaving his shoes and socks in his car, and watched the seagulls fly overhead and a few stubborn northern tourists get sunburns in the chill November air of a Florida Fall afternoon. He could have tried to think his way out of the box he had found himself in, but he didn't think there was a way out. 

First his marriage of 10 years had collapsed in an afternoon when he discovered that he had been only a meal ticket for a cheating whore who was the mother of his two beloved children. He had picked himself up from that debacle and found another woman to love and now she'd gone and fucked a stranger and was getting ready to divorce him for loving his bitch ex-wife.

How do you prove you don't love someone, he wondered. Does praying for them to die horribly every night, even if you could prove it, do the trick? He wasn't a psychiatrist, but he was smart enough to know that the reason he hated Holly so much was that he did, indeed, still love her that much. The pain of her betrayal was not as vivid as it had been, but if he thought about it , he still felt like he was having a heart attack.

But he loved Caroline. He knew that also. You could love two women at the same time, couldn't you?

He called Caroline at her mother's house the next night, a Wednesday, and her mother said that she didn't want to talk to him. He called her Thursday at work and she hung up on him. He drove by her office at closing time and saw her walking out with the big blonde, must be Frank, and talking to him on her way to his car. But to his relief they didn't touch or kiss and when he followed her as unobtrusively as he could, she drove straight to her mother's home in mobile home park on the Westside of the city. He called her on Friday at work and she told him to stop calling her.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I'm going crazy. I don't know what to do. I'm losing the woman I love most in the world, whether you believe it or not. Please tell me there's something I can do to stop this. I need you."

"I'm still furious at you, Dan, I have to tell you that. But..I have thought of something. I'm not going to tell you I won't go ahead and file for divorce, but there is something you could do that would make me think about giving us a second chance."

"Just tell me, whatever it is, I'll do it."

"I don't know if you'll be so anxious when you hear it. I'll come over to your – our – place tonight. 7 p.m. "

"Can we go out for dinner, talk about this?"

"No, this isn't a date. I want to talk to you and then I'm going home."

"And out with Frank again? You didn't get enough the first time?"

He cursed himself the minute the words left his mouth. It wasn't what he wanted to say, but he was so jealous and angry he couldn't stop himself.

"No, I'm going out, but it's with my mom and two of her friends. They always go out for dinner on Friday night. And, Dan, I won't go out with Frank again. I told him that was a one-time thing and he's been okay about it. I won't go out with anyone else either, not until our divorce is final. 

"I – I shouldn't have done that. I knew it when I was doing it. But I was so damned angry at you. I just wanted to hurt you. But that was wrong. There won't be another man until I'm a free woman. And even if we do divorce, I will always regret doing that to you." 

He rang a familiar number that he now hated. Holly answered her cell phone with a curt, "What do you want?"

He forced himself to keep a civil tone talking to the bitch who had burned down his life.

"I – I'm sorry, Holly. I know I'm supposed to pick the kids up at 6 tonight for the weekend, but something's come up. It's important or I wouldn't ask. Do you – mind – if I pick the kids up tomorrow morning."

"Yes, I do mind. Bill and I – never mind. What time will you want them?"

"How about 9 a.m.?"

"Okay, I'll have them ready."

"Thank you."

She hung up without another word.

He had to shake his head when he hung up. She had almost acted like a human being for a little while there. It was strange. The first year after they'd split, there hadn't been a decent word exchanged between them. It was a never-ending struggle to see who could yank the other's chain. Of course, he knew, it was mostly his fault. She had their house, their kids, and most of their friends. All he had was the pain and embarrassment of being the dumped idiot who never saw it coming.

But in the nearly a year since she had remarried this Bill guy he'd never heard of, she almost seemed to be evolving into a decent person. Of course, for almost six months of that she had vanished. It was Bill that had dropped off and picked up the kids from their court ordered visits, Bill that he talked to. For some reason she avoided him almost entirely. She was still, though, decent about things. But despite the changes, he was still as careful around her as he would be of a spitting cobra.

Even though Caroline had said this wasn't a date, he prepared spaghetti carbonara from scratch, which she loved. And he bought a good white Asti because she loved it too. He felt like a high school kid preparing for his first date. He vacuumed the den and polished the kitchen counters. He wanted everything as nice as it could possibly be. If this was going to be the last time he ever spent time with Carolina in their house, he wanted it to be as good as it could be.


The Dream Wife



At 7 p.m. on the dot he heard her 2005 Saturn pull into the driveway. He had prepared the spaghetti and put it on the dining room table with the wine, good dishes and cutlery. He lit two candles at either end of the room and took a deep breath of the scented air. And prayed for a miracle.

There was a knock at the door and something he hadn't even known was fragile shattered inside him at the sound. Strangers knocked at the door, not a woman coming back to talk to her husband after a brief separation.

He opened it and drank in the sight of her. She was dressed in a casual blue pullover sweater against the November chill and white slacks that fit her snugly. Against his will he felt his cock begin to tingle. He made himself think of Holly and it went away. He couldn't do anything to screw up this last chance 

"Hi," he said, smiling as he searched her face for some clue as to why she was here.

"Hello, Dan."

She stepped inside and took a sniff of the air. 

"Candles, and carbonara. Didn't miss a trick, did you?'

He shrugged and grinned.

"I'm sorry, but I had to try. Even if this isn't a date, can't you have a glass of wine and some carbonara. Just two people eating a bit and having a glass of wine. No strings."

The slight smile vanished from her face and she shook her head.

"No, I'm not staying. I came here to talk, and then I'm leaving. I don't really think this is going to do any good, but I had to try. I don't want to divorce you, I don't want to try to have to get over you. But I honestly don't think you're going to be able to do what I'm going to ask you to do."

"Whatever it is, I'll do it. If you'll give us another chance. If I haven't loved you as much as I should have, I will. I'll spend the rest of my life making up for the last year. I didn't know I was talking in my sleep, and I honest to God had no idea I called out her name in bed. But you can't rip ten years of loving someone out of your life just like that. Nobody could. It doesn't and it didn't mean that I don't love you."

She sat down on the couch in the den and looked up at him.

"Oh, I know you love me, Dan. I never doubted that. I just know that you don't love me enough. Sooner or later, our marriage will end as long as there are three people in our bed and two women in your heart. The longer I wait to leave you, the more hurt I'm going to be. And I'm not doing you any favors either. You'll either go back to Holly if she ever realizes what an idiot she was, or you'll find someone new, someone not tainted with your memories of life with Holly, and you'll be able to love her without any reservations.

"You are so wrong."

"Maybe but that's the way I feel, and there's only one way I'll ever believe you might be able to get over her and start a life with me."

"Anything, just name it and I'll do it."

She looked into his eyes and said, "Then go to her and forgive her. Forgive her and mean it when you say you forgive her. And then come back and convince me that you've let go of all the hate and hurt you have for her. Then, I'll think about coming back to you."

He stared at her dumbfounded. Of anything in the world he could have expected to come out of her lips, this wasn't it.

It was hard to make his lips form the words, but he heard himself say, "Of course, I'll call her and talk to her. It's not going to be easy, but..."

"I want you to meet with her face to face and tell her that you forgive her for cheating on you and fucking other men and taking your house and your kids and breaking your heart. And it can't be just words. I'll know it when you come back to me if you're just saying it. You have to change your heart, Dan, or there's no chance for us – ever.".

He just stared at her until she stood up and then walked past him, opened the door and walked out of his life. He stood there for probably ten minutes before he walked into the kitchen and started eating the carbonara without tasting it.

He had to forgive a woman he had loved blindly without realizing that she was sucking other guys' dicks before coming home to give him a warm, wifely kiss that probably still had remnants of strange sperm in it. He had to forgive a woman who had fucked other men while married to him before meeting the man she had fallen in love with. 

He had to forgive a woman who had thrown away ten years of intimate and casual and familiar nights in favor of a new life with a stranger. He had to forgive a woman who had destroyed his life and never even bothered to tell him why he hadn't been enough for her, had left him to wonder every night since what was wrong with him that all that love hadn't been enough to hold her. What was lacking, what was missing in him?

Why hadn't Caroline just asked him to fly by flapping his wings. He would have had just as good a chance of doing the one as the other.

He wrestled with it all that weekend while taking 7-year-old Bob and nearly 9-year-old Becky out to movies and a bowling alley because they had both just discovered the game, thanks to Bill's love of the game. He had grimaced when they first started talking about Holly's new husband and his interests.. But kids are good judges of character, and they seemed to really like this guy, so he could put up with catering to Bill-inspired interests. 

And he wrestled with it all the next week after they'd gone home. He couldn't bring himself to dial Holly's number and when he had gone to pick up the kids that Saturday, he had not even been able to look in her eyes or say a word to her.

A week became two weeks and he had the kids again, even though the court order said she only had to let him see them every other weekend. He wasn't sure why she had turned into an almost human being, but every decent thing she had done had seemed to occur since she'd met and married this guy Bill.

Both children had asked, both weekends, where Caroline was. She had wormed their way into both their hearts and there was a palpable pall over both weekends when he had told them they'd had a little fight and she was living with her mother for awhile. They insisted on calling her, and them she was willing to talk to them. Both children had cried but seemed to enjoy talking to her. Although they indicated she was willing to talk to him, he begged off. He couldn't talk to her while her unsatisfied demand sat between them like an unexploded land mine.

Then it was a month and one day when he sat outside her office building in downtown Jacksonville he saw her walk outside with blonde Frank accompanying her to her car. As he watched, he saw the tall man lean down to kiss her lips and cup one breast where it couldn't be seen by co-workers coming out behind them. Dan saw her turn her face so Frank's lips grazed her cheek, but she let him touch her breast for a moment before shrugging free. 

There was another little death inside him as he watched the scene. He had no doubt she had been honest with him and that she hadn't fucked Frank again. But Frank was in pursuit, there was no doubt of that, and little by little, he was claiming her. By the time the divorce came through, she'd fall into bed with him with no struggle at all.

Five weeks after their last talk at what had been their house, a man showed up at Dan's insurance agency office at 10 a.m. with an official looking packet. After he handed it to Dan and said, "You've been served," he turned and walked out. Dan picked it up as he told his staff he'd be out the rest of the day. Instead of going out and getting drunk, he found himself driving to Jacksonville Beach.

He walked the length of the beach from Jacksonville Beach to Neptune to Atlantic and back, probably 10 miles or more, over the next seven hours. There was a cold wind blowing in off the Atlantic and he only wore a light jacket, but it didn't matter. By 6p.m. it was almost pitch dark and he stopped to watch the stars come out from behind the clouds.

As he stood chilled by the night dew and the smell of approaching rain from off the ocean, he thought that the beach was a better psychiatrist than any $100 an hour pro. What he had wrestled with for weeks he'd resolved in a day on the dunes. His cheeks and eyes were wet with dew and moisture from the coming rain and tears that had ran down his face throughout the day. He felt like his clothes should be bloody because he'd torn out his heart and guts while walking the beach back and forth.

But he knew now what he had to do. And even though it would be the hardest and scariest thing he'd ever done in his life, he knew it had to be done.

He pulled up outside what had been his house in the dark and walked up to the door. Although it galled him to have to knock to gain entrance to a house he had bought and paid payments on for 10 years and put his own sweat into, he knocked.

A dark-haired man dressed in slacks and green shirt answered the door. He looked into Dan's eyes at the same level, meaning he had to be six foot or six foot one. His hair was closer to black than Dan's dark brown and he wore glasses over an big, aquiline nose, but other than that he was so close to Dan in appearance he might have been a brother.

"Dan," he said levelly. 

"I need to see Holly."

A moment later Holly was standing slightly behind and to her new husband's side. Dan realized she had automatically reached out to take Bill's hand. He didn't want it to, but looking at her hit him in the guts as hard as it ever had. She was five four, blonde and curved with extravagant breasts and an ass that she had always agonized over as being too big but which was just perfectly abundant. 

He couldn't look at her without visions of those fantastic breasts cushioned around his dick while he pumped between them until he squirted in her mouth and face and down those perfect slopes. He could remember the taste of her pussy as she orgasmed again and again in his mouth and the sound of her moans as she told him she loved him and especially loved his dick. 

And he could remember the look in his eyes as he rested his weight on his elbows above her after cumming volcanically inside her and could see just how satisfied he had left her. It was the perfect storm of lust and love and for the life of him, he couldn't understand how it had all crashed and burned.

"What do you want, Dan?"

"I need to talk to you, Holly."

'if it's something about child support or seeing the kids, we either need to go through the attorneys or we could talk over the phone. We don't-"

"It's not about the kids. I need to talk to you face to face. Now."

There was something in his tone that made Bill step further between them and Holly step back. Bill put his hand up, palm out as if to stop Dan from advancing toward his wife.

"This isn't the place, man. This is our home. If there's something you're hot about, let the lawyers do their thing."

Dan just stood there staring at the man who looked so much like him until he dropped the hand and looked back at him as if trying to read his mind. Holly stared at him with an expression Dan couldn't read. He hoped it might be some trace of guilt and shame.

"Don't get your hackles up. I'm not here for trouble. I just need to talk to my – ex – wife for a few minutes." 

"About what?" Holly asked, shifting from one foot to the other as if she was nervous, which she probably was. This was the most they'd said to each other – without screaming - in a year and a half.

"Not here, Holly. I need to talk to you alone. Somewhere else."

Holly and her husband exchanged glances. Dan didn't need to be a mind reader to know what they were thinking.

"No offense, Bill, but this is private, between me and the woman who used to be my wife. It doesn't involve you. And I want to do it somewhere other than here. This place has got way too many memories for me. Look, we've been divorced almost two years. If I was going to hurt her, it would have been when I still hated her guts. Or at least, when I hated her a lot more."

The couple exchanged another glance and he could see Holly begin to shake her head no.'

"Holly, you know I'm not going to hurt you. I was married to you for 10 years. I'm the father of your children. I loved you so much it almost destroyed me when I lost you. Doesn't 10 years entitle me to 30 minutes of your time?"

She looked over at her husband and Bill just looked at the floor. It was obvious he was tossing this one to her.

She twisted her hands together and wouldn't look him directly in the eyes as she said, "It's not a good idea, Dan. We've – things are – things are finally settling down. The kids have gotten used to their life with two new families. You seem to be happy with – Caroline. Why stir up..."

Dan stepped over the threshold into the house that would never be his again. This time she didn't step back, but Bill seemed to step sideways so that there was nothing between the two of them. Finally she looked up into his eyes and he thought it was the first time in two years they had really looked at each other.

"I'm not going to stir up anything, Holly. I'm not going to beg you to come back or call you names. It's just that I have to talk to you. Tonight. It can't wait. I'll explain, but I want to do it when it's only the two of us. For God's sake, how could you do what you did to me, take my kids, destroy me, and not be willing to give me a few minutes? "

Then he turned to Bill.

"Holly knows me, she knows I won't do anything to her. She's the mother of my children. I just want to talk to her. At the Shoney's a few blocks away. We'll have our privacy, but there will be people around if you're worried."

The two of them walked a few feet away and talked in low tones. Finally she walked back to stand in front of him, still so fucking beautiful it hurt Dan to look at her.

"Alright, Dan. You go there. I'll be along in a couple of minutes. I promise."

For just that second there was an intolerable urge to laugh and ask her if that promise meant as much to her as the promises she had taken a decade before to love and cherish him. But he stopped himself. It wouldn't do any good and if he insulted her it might end the last chance he had to win Caroline back.

He walked out without saying another word. He was waiting at a booth at the back of the restaurant when she walked in 30 minutes later. She seemed to slow down as she approached him and he could tell she didn't want to be there, or anywhere around him.

Well, fuck her, he thought. He was going to be damned uncomfortable so why shouldn't she be. She hesitated for a moment, then sat down across from him. They were the only people for four booths in any direction. It was already 7:30 p.m. on a cold November night. They probably wouldn't have too much business at this time of night. A waitress, fat, face lined and visibly wincing each time her feet hit the floor, came over to their booth.

"Nasty night to be out," she said. "What can I get for you folks?"

"Coffee for me. You?"

Holly shook her head. She had thrown on a sweater, but her arms still had chill bumps and something about the look of her creamy flesh with those bumps made him want to throw her down on the table, rip her clothes off and bury his cock inside her so deep it would never be extracted.

"Give her a coffee with extra cream and sugar. It will take the chill out. That's still the way you take it, isn't it sugar?" He couldn't resist the last word, remembering all the nights they had come into places like this when he had known he'd be inside her before the night was over. And it hit him hard all over again. Why the hell had she thrown him away?

A look of irritation flashed across her face, only to be followed so quickly he almost didn't catch it by sadness and damned if it didn't look like she was misting up. But she blinked the moisture away and said, "You still remember that?"

"I remember a lot of things, Holly. A lot of things I wish I could forget, but I can't."

She looked up at the waitress and said, "What he said. And a slice of cherry pie."

He wanted to smile at that but the memory hit him in the gut again. She loved the cherry pie they served at Shoney's and he never minded it because as she said, "every ounce seemed to go straight to my tits."

When the waitress left she looked down at the table for a minute, then met his eyes and said, "Alright Dan. What was so important that we had to meet like this. Talk. I can't be gone more than 30 minutes or Bill will come looking for me. Does it – have something to do with Caroline? The kids told me you guys were living apart."

He didn't realize he was going to say it until he heard her and then he heard himself say, "She left me. I got served with the divorce papers today."

She might just be a really great actress, but he thought that Holly looked genuinely saddened. 

"My God, Dan. I'm so sorry. The kids really love her. And they said you guys seemed to be really solid. What happened?"

When he didn't answer her, she said, "Dan, I am genuinely sorry, but what does that have to do with me? Why was it so urgent that I meet you?"

"You're the reason she left."

She just stared at him as if not comprehending his words.

"what? How? She doesn't think that we-"

"She told me that I was still in love with you and that our marriage is a sham."

"That's crazy."

"No," he said slowly and finally looked at her and let his guard down. "She was right. I was just never honest enough to admit it."

She shook her head as if unwilling to admit the truth of it and said slowly, "You're still in love with me?"

"You had to know that. You don't hate somebody as much as I hate you if you don't love them that much. And I still do, as much as I did the day I learned you were fucking that asshole."

He took a deep breath. He had to get this out before his nerve gave way and he broke and ran.

"I don't want to be in love with you. I want to love Caroline. But you're still in there, crowding out any other woman I could love. I want you out of my heart. I want to be free."

The sadness on her face just seemed to grow as his words sank in.

"She told me what I had to do to have a chance to keep our marriage, and that's why I'm here?"

"What? Why?"

"I'm here to forgive you, Holly."

She looked at him as if he were speaking in some foreign language.

"What?"

"I'm here to forgive you."

She looked like she wanted to say something, but the words didn't come.

"I know what you did, but I'm tired of hating you, and loving you. You betrayed me and destroyed my life and threw the love I had for you away like yesterday's trash. I want to think you're a monster, a slut, a complete bitch, but I know that's not true. 

"I had a lot of time to think today, to remember. You love the kids too much to be a total monster. I never thought you were completely evil. That's why you hurt me so bad. If you were just a rotten bitch and I had just made a terrible mistake in marrying you, I could have gotten over you."

Now there was a distinct misting in her eyes.

"but you're a decent person, except where I'm concerned. You're a good daughter, a good mother, a good friend. The people at your realty office like you. I'm the only person you ever treated like shit. I could never understand that. I still don't.

"But you must have had some good reason in your mind for what you did. Maybe I was never good enough in bed to keep you home. I didn't think so, but who knows. Hell, it's not that unusual. If you weren't mine, if I didn't love you so much, I could accept the fact that marriages fail. People fall out of love. It's just that – it's different when it happens to you."

The waitress walked up then at the tail end of his words and seemed embarrassed by what she had heard. She left the two coffees and the pie and scurried away.

He took a sip of the coffee. It was scalding and he welcomed the pain in his mouth. He concentrated on it for a few more seconds, then looked up at her. There were tears in her eyes but she hadn't said a word.




The Dream Wife



"Anyway, I decided that I'm letting the hate go, Holly. We'll never be friends, but I'm going to try and move on and forget you. I will always be there for you where the kids are concerned. And, God, this is hard, I hope this guy, your new husband Bill, I hope he can give you what I couldn't."

It was almost over and he was still alive. He hadn't been sure his heart wouldn't stop beating at some point, but he had survived. He took a deep breath and stood up and stepped out of the booth.

"That's all, Holly. I just wanted to tell you that. Have a good life."

Before he could walk away, she laid her hand down on his and it stopped him as if he'd been hit with a taser. It was the first touch they had shared in nearly two years.

"Sit down Dan."

He was torn. Part of him wanted to run like hell away from her and the other half wanted to leap on her and tear her clothes off. The tears had stopped but she had a look like she was coming back from her closest friend's funeral.

'I listened to you. Will you listen to me? I've got to tell you some things...and they'll hurt you more than you've already been hurt. But you deserve the truth. And I hope – it will help you move on."

He couldn't help thinking, "Jesus Christ, you're going to hurt me MORE than you've already hurt me. Is that even possible?" 

But he slid back into the booth. He saw something on her face he had never seen the day she had told him she was throwing him out, or in any of the days since. He couldn't tell what it was, but something was moving under that strong, placid exterior.

"We never had this talk and I should have. It wasn't right to leave it like I did, but that...that was part of our entire problem."

He had no idea what she was talking about or what was coming, but he knew it wasn't going to be good. She looked like she was taking deep breaths to gather her strength to lay whatever verbal bomb on him that she was getting ready to lob.

Finally she said it.

"You say you loved me and still love me. The thing is...I never loved you...not like that."

Somehow she was able to keep looking into his eyes.

"Never?"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even knowing what he now knew, he couldn't make himself believe it. 

"Not even at the beginning?" 

Now she finally broke her gaze and stared at the table for a minute, but eventually she lifted her gaze back to him.

"I liked you. I really liked you. You remember, I was dating Dave and Bob when you entered the picture, when we met at that Chamber of Commerce mixer that Saturday night."

He remembered. He had been 26, working at another insurance agency while he got the experience to launch his own. He'd come close to marriage twice, but it hadn't worked out and they had split before it got too serious. He was 26 and horny and just looking to see if he'd be able to hook up with anyone when he'd agreed to go to the Chamber of Commerce party at the big Bell South tower in downtown Jacksonville that Saturday night.

He wasn't bad looking and he'd had pretty good luck at hitting the nightspots so he figured he might luck out that night. But he'd never expected to see the vision that greeted his eyes, standing with a group of other women near the cash bar. She was dressed in something sheer and light blue and even through the fabric he could see she was unbelievably stacked. It didn't hurt that he'd always been a sucker for big tits. And she had them. She wasn't too tall, or short. Just right. Blonde with California surfer girl good looks and that fantastic body. 

He started moving in that direction, wondering what type of line he could use in making this cold call. He'd always been good at breaking the ice in business situations, and not too bad socially, but he wanted to make sure he made a good first impression. Whether or not he went home with her tonight, he was determined he was going to see her again. The only problem he had was hiding the growing erection that stubbornly kept rising up despite his efforts to calm down.

He walked past her to the bar, standing only a couple of feet away and pretended to wait for a bartender to get free but he listened as inconspicuously as possible to the conversation she was having with two other women.

"The son of a bitch told me he was moving in with her this weekend. After we dated for two years and were only a few weeks away from announcing our engagement."

Her words were angry and bitter. 

"I didn't even know he was seeing anybody."

"I thought you guys had decided to see other people?"

"That was just because I thought he was getting cold feet, felt like he was being rushed to the altar, and I wanted to give him a little line before I reeled him in," she said with a short laugh. "I dated Bob, Bob Henry, over at Regional Life, and I still see him from time to time, but Dave never even told me he was dating that bitch. Not until this Monday when he dropped that goddamned bomb on me."

"That was cold."

"Fucking bastard. She probably blew him on the first date. Men, they're nothing but penises with little brains attached to the other end. And it's not as if I didn't blow him. Jesus Christ, I thought I was going to kill him a few times, he came so hard."

Another woman chimed in, "Yeah, they're nothing but walking penises. Oh, course, that's why we keep them around."

All of the women laughed except the gorgeous blonde. She looked so angry she was about to cry.

There were so many people milling around that Dan thought he had managed to eavesdrop without discovery and now he slid down the bar which covered an entire side of the room. Finally, he got the attention of a bartender, one of those college kids that made money on the side at events like this. The kid came over and said, "What'll you have, sir?"

Dan brought out a $50 bill and pressed it into the kid's hand.

"It's yours if you can tell me or find out what the blonde in blue with the big tits is drinking."

The kid looked down the bar and then smiled.

"Good taste man. If I wasn't working I'd be trying to tap that myself. I haven't waited on her but let me ask a couple of the guys."

He came back a minute later and said, "Rum and coke with one cherry. Howie said he heard her saying she'd love to have a bunch of the cherries, but they all go to her ass."

Dan grinned and handed him another $20, telling him what he wanted.

"I noticed your drink is dying," he said, stepping in front of the blonde and between her and her two girlfriends who had stopped talking for a minute and were prospecting the crowd with their eyes for likely walking penises.

She looked at him in surprise for a moment and then she saw the drink he was holding out to her. There was a blank look on her face and then a slow, delicious smile grew on her face. There were a dozen cherries bobbing in the dark fluid.

"I apologize, but I thought it was worth finding out what you were drinking and one of the bartenders told me you loved cherries but that they all go to your ass."

The smile flickered. She was obviously trying to fight it. 

"Excuse me for saying this, and I don't mean to get too personal, but with that ass, you could eat a whole bushel of these things and it wouldn't hurt at all."

She lowered her eyes and blushed for a moment, then raised them and started at him in a frankly appraising manner, from head to toe and stopping for a second at the bulge in his pants that he just couldn't get to go down.

"You went to all that trouble, doing that detective work, just to buy me a drink? Why would I be worth all that effort?'

He extended the drink to her and after a brief pause she reached out to grab it, their fingers touching as he gave her the glass.

"Please tell me you're not one of those gorgeous women who insist on having their egos stroked all the time. You've got to know you're the most beautiful woman in this place. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you since the first second I saw you."

She glanced back down at his crotch and he felt himself getting harder and more obvious.

"Is that a pet snake you smuggled in here, or are you just glad to see me," and she giggled.

"I hope I can show you sometime just how glad I am to see you," Dan said, seeing something in her eyes that told him he was going to get very lucky, very soon.

He came back from the past with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. How could something so good wind up so bad. 

"I liked Bob, the insurance guy I was dating, but really loved Dave. You remember I told you how close we'd come to getting married and that I had really loved him. But when he moved in with somebody else I was jealous. When I met you at that party, I was really turned on. You were hot. And I loved the fucking we did that first night after the party. But I started going out with you hot and heavy to make Dave jealous.

"He got more involved with the girl he was living with and so you and I dated more and the more we dated, the more I liked you. You were sweet and kind and the sex was incredible. But again, you know I always loved sex. I was a hot slut. And you always loved that about me."

She looked down again and said without looking at him, "Then one day, he called me and told me he had fallen in love with her and was going to marry her. So I threw myself into me and you. It was fun. You treated me like a princess. Nobody ever really treated me like that before.

"A few months later he married her. And then you remember those two weeks you had to go to New York for that training session when you were getting ready to open your own agency. Well, Dave called me out of the blue one day and said he'd had a fight with Mary, the girl he had married. It was a fight over me, in fact, and he came by my house.

"We wound up in bed. No excuses. You and I weren't married yet, but by that time we were exclusive. Anyway, you thought we were, but honestly, to me you were just a guy I was dating because my heart was broken. Long story short, I fucked Dave the entire two weeks you were gone."

She met his eyes again.

"Then you came back and Dave made up with Mary. I had no reason to tell you what had happened because I didn't see that I'd done anything wrong. And then, a month later, I found out I was pregnant with Becky. When you found out, you said we had to get married and wouldn't take no for an answer, even though I tried to talk you out of it. You remember, I tried to tell you we didn't need to get married. Having a baby out of wedlock wasn't a terrible thing anymore.

"But you were so excited and so happy. And Dave was back with Mary and he told me what we'd had was just a fling, that Mary was the woman he was going to spend his life with. I didn't have a man I loved and I could tell that you loved me and loved the idea of having a baby and starting a family. So I told myself that we could have a good life together, even if I didn't love you."

Dan remembered those days and how happy he had been to learn that this gorgeous woman who made his bed ignite every night was going to have his baby.

The realization blossomed like a nuclear bomb going off in his mind. He knew why she wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Don't tell me...don't you fucking tell me..."

When she looked up there were tears glistening in her eyes.

"Yes. I had her tested after she was born. I never told you. I had Dave tested too. He didn't want to, but I told him I'd take him to court and hit him with a child support bill for the next 18 years if he refused, but if he let me test him, I'd never tell you and you'd think you were the father. And...Dave was her biological father."

Dan shot to his feet, slid out of booth and tried to stop himself from backhanding her.

"You bitch. You miserable bitch. I really thought I could forgive you after everything you had done. I said to myself there was nothing else you could do to hurt me. But I was so wrong. You took my daughter away from me, you motherfucking bitch. And I'm sure that Bob isn't mine either. God damn you to hell."

He walked past her, shrugging off her hands as she attempted to grab him and ignoring her calls to stop and listen to her. The cold night air was bracing as he stepped outside. It felt good to be cold. He had lost his wife and his kids and he was about to lose his new wife and at nearly 40 years of age, he was going to find himself alone as he had never been in his life.

He slid into his restored Mustang and turned the key in the ignition, preparing to tear out of the parking lot. Only a glance up into the rear view mirror stopped him from killing his ex-wife. She stood behind the car, arms folded over her chest, as if daring him to back over her.

He rolled the driver's side window down.

"Get the fuck away from my car, Holly. I swear to God, I will kill you, I will back straight over you if you don't move your ass."

"I'm not moving. If you kill me, how are you ever going to face Bob and Becky?"

He opened the door and was moving toward her before he even knew what he was doing, leaving the car idling in neutral.

"If I have to, I'll knock you out and just dump your unconscious body somewhere out of the way."

She flinched but didn't back up.

"I know I hurt you, Dan, but I told you it was going to hurt. But trust me, come back with me and let me finish. I think you'll be glad you did; at least, I hope you will. No matter what, you've got to let me finish. If you want to make your marriage to Caroline work, you have to hear this."

"How the fuck is telling me my kids aren't mine, and then there's probably worse coming although I can't imagine what could be worse, going to help me save my marriage?"

He stopped in front of her and she reached out to grab his hand in both of hers. 

"Please."

He followed her back into the Shoney's aware of the nervous looks they were getting from waitresses and manager. He wondered if they had called the cops.

"It's okay, we just – got into a little squabble. It's all over now."

When they sat back in the booth, he said so softly that no one else could hear, "What else could you possibly say to hurt me more?"

She ignored him, saying, "I said that Dave was Becky's biological father. You're her FATHER. She doesn't know and Dave doesn't know. No one does, except you and me – and Bill. No one else ever will know. And when you get over being hurt, you'll realize it doesn't make a difference. Do you love her any less, knowing?"

He blinked and said automatically, "No, of course not. But, is Bob mine?" 

"Yes. After we married I didn't have sex with anybody else – for years.

"There's that at least."

"Don't be a smartass. I did try to make it work for us. You were a great husband. But.."

"But what. What did I do wrong Holly. I thought our sex life was smoking. It sure seemed like you were trying to fuck my brains out every time we fell into bed. Why did you have to go out looking for strange?'

She shook her head and then reached out to touch him again. He wanted to push her away, but this was the question that had torn his guts out for two years and he was willing to put up with her touch if she would just for once tell him the truth.

"I was in real estate. I saw strange men every day. That meant men were hitting on me every day. You know I've always been catnip to guys. I guess it's the tits and ass. And for a long time I tried to push them away, even though a lot of time I got home so wet I had to change my panties before you got home because I knew you'd think I'd been having sex.

"But, some of these guys – I liked them. I really liked them. They reminded me of you, and don't tell me that if I had been married at the party that night that you wouldn't have still hit on me and did your best to fuck me before the night was over. I know you too well."

"Alright, maybe I would have. I wasn't a saint. But why did you start?'

She took a deep breath and then let it out.

"The truth?"

"Please."

"Because I didn't love you. I never had. We had a marriage, but it was a marriage of convenience. You got hot sex and two kids you love out of it and I got the same thing. I always thought you probably were knocking off a piece or two when you said you were at work. I knew you loved the kids, but I told myself you felt the same way about me that I felt about you. You were in love with my tits and ass – and my pussy of course.

"And why did that make it right to .."

"Duh, you weren't listening? I didn't love you. Having sex with a strange guy wouldn't be betraying you, or cheating, because it would just be good clean fun. It wouldn't hurt me and I was sure that in the long run it wouldn't hurt you. But I still hadn't done anything. 

"After awhile, I figured, I'm never going know what it's like to love a man again, or at least I hadn't since Dave. I really didn't think you loved me, that way. And I got to feeling...deprived, I guess. I knew other wives, even our friends, loved their husbands. They joked about them, sometimes they cheated on them, but they loved them. And I didn't have that.

"Then one day, a guy I'd known in college stopped in at the realty office. He was gorgeous. I'd always wanted him in college, but it never worked out because he was always hot and heavy with someone when I was available or the other way around. He started putting the moves on me, asked me to have lunch with him and I said yes. And a few lunches later he came by the office and told me he wanted me to go to a motel room with him that afternoon. Just for a few hours, just to scratch an itch we'd both had for years.

"I remember looking at him and being so horny I could scream. And then I looked at my desk and it had the picture of you with Becky and baby Bob on it. And then I realized it was like looking at a picture of a roommate I was living with, a hot and sexy roommate, but just a guy I was living with. 

"And for just a second I hated you. I hadn't been the one who wanted to get married. You had practically forced me into it. And now I was stuck with a guy I didn't really love and to make things worse, I couldn't have sex with this dreamy guy I'd wanted for years. It was all your damned fault.

"I decided that day that if I couldn't have a man I loved, I could sure as hell have all the sex I wanted, and so I went to the motel with him and we fucked each other's brains out and it was as good as I thought it would be. And when I got home I thought I'd feel guilty, but I didn't. We had sex that night. It was great too. So I figured I really could have my cake and eat it too. Life was good."

She looked at Dan and said, "that was how it started."

He tried to absorb her words and found himself understanding at least a little bit, even though he didn't like it.

"But, it didn't bother you at all, all those years of lying to me?'

'oh, of course, after awhile it got to me. I knew I was lying to you and I figured your pride would be hurt if nothing else if you knew I'd been sleeping around. I knew I was being selfish. I knew I was betraying you. I knew that from the very first day. 

"But I knew you loved the kids and if we broke up you'd lose them. And I tried not to deprive you of sex, ever. We had a pretty good sex life, didn't we? So, it was convenient, being married to you. And I told myself there were probably millions of marriages like ours where people had good lives together but went outside for excitement."

"So what happened?

"What I should have expected, Dan. As long as it was one-night stands, it wasn't hard to walk away from those guys. And I was careful. Condoms and I picked guys I was pretty sure weren't hounds. But, then I started really liking some of these guys and it turned into long term relationships. And I started developing feelings for some of them.

"Finally, I met Sam and we ran together for nearly a year before I realized that I loved him. Loved him the way I had loved Dave years before. And I didn't want to live without him, and without love in my life. I knew you'd find out sooner or later. I decided the kindest thing I could do was tell you I had met somebody else and get a divorce. I never wanted you to find out about all the cheating I did before."




The Dream Wife



She sat silent and he could only stare at her, trying to understand what she had told him.

"Who are you?" he said finally. "How did I live with someone for ten years and never have the slightest idea who she was?"

"Because I'm a pretty good actress. And you loved me and didn't want to see that I didn't felt the same way. But, you had to sense deep down, you had to, that there was something...missing. Didn't you? I told myself at the end that walking away would allow you to find someone that could love you."

He shook his head.

"You were that good an actress, and I was that much in love with you. I never guessed..."

She bent her head down to the table and he couldn't believe it, but she was crying.

"Oh, god, I didn't want to hear that. I told myself that you had to sense it. I never thought you had no idea..."

He finally just shook his head in amazement and stood up. She had answered his questions. He didn't have to like the answers, but she had answered.

She reached out to grab his hand again. 

"Please, stay a little longer."

How the hell could it get any worse.

"After you left you know I moved Sam into the house and it was okay for a few months. But he didn't really want the kids, although he said he was okay with them. I knew it and the passion between us cooled. Within six months we broke up and I dated around until I met Bill.

"It was like it was with Dave. The second night we went out I knew he was different and by the time we'd been going out a week we had sex and I knew I loved him."

She studied his face and then said, "The funny thing, Dan, and I know you won't see the humor in it, is that everybody told me and I can see it now, is that he could be your brother. He looks like you, about as tall, hair a little darker. He's serious and kind and calm and he loves me more than I deserve. When he saw your picture for the first time he told me later he thought I was trying to replace you with a clone."

Dan began to stand up again but she held onto his hand.

"Just a little bit more."

He sat back down.

"Okay, you love your new husband. I'm happy for you, what does this have to do with me – with us?"

"Just wait a few more minutes. Well, I had fallen in love with Bill, but I knew I had to tell him about us, about you and me and what had happened. I didn't want to tell him. I didn't want him to know what kind of cheating slut I had been. But he'd heard some stories about me from his friends and I knew he'd learn the rest over time. I was terrified that he'd think I would cheat on him.

"I knew I had to be honest with him. The night I told him I had the kids at my parents. I was terrified he'd hear my story and walk out on me. But I told him everything. As I was telling him, I watched his face and my heart sank. I could tell what he was thinking. 

When I finished he just sat there and looked at me for a long, long time.

"Finally, he said, 'I would have killed you if you had done that to me. How could you? And how could I ever trust you'?"

"I sat there and tried to figure out an answer to that question and I finally told him the truth. That I had never loved you, not for a minute, but I did love him. I do love him. I didn't try not to love you, I just never did. After I said that, he just looked at me for a few minutes. Then he got up and said, 'I've got to get away from you for awhile and think about this. I'll call you'."

"I didn't hear from him for a week and I died inside. I knew he was never coming back. And then one day he showed up at the door. He kissed me and told me he had thought about it for a long time and decided to walk away. 'But I couldn't,' he said. 'I was already in love with you. I know how Dan could love you so hard, so long, because I love you the same way. I guess we're brothers in more than looks'.

"Then he told me that if we were going to stay together, I had to stop tormenting you with the kids. You remember a year ago I suddenly stopped all that mickey mouse crap and let you have them whenever you wanted, no matter how badly you talked to me or talked to them about me. That was Bill. He said I'd already screwed you over badly enough. I couldn't take your kids away from you."

She stopped talking and the two of them sat playing with their spoons. Dan drank the cooling coffee and tried to figure out what he was feeling.

"And when he came back, he asked me how I'd feel if he had pretended to love me and had affairs on the side. It killed me and he said, try to put myself in your place. And for the first time, the first time, I realized what I'd done to you. I stopped looking at it from my side, only mine, and thought about what you must have felt, what you had gone through.

"I didn't talk to you for six months. Bill did all the shuttling of the kids. I know you must have thought I was a real bitch but the truth is I couldn't stand to look at you and know what I'd done to you. If I said a word I'd have started crying and I couldn't have stopped. 

"I started having panic attacks and the doctor recommended valium. I walked around like a zombie for three months and Bill stood beside me. If he hadn't been there I think I would have cut my wrists. I didn't think it was possible to feel pain and guilt like that and live."

Her eyes were red from crying.

"Because the truth is, I know you never deserved any of this, Dan. It was my fault, my selfishness. I should never have married you and after I did, the first time I started to cheat I should have asked you for a divorce. It would have been so much kinder that way." 

She looked him straight in the eye and said, "I told you all this so you'd realize the truth. You never had the wife you thought you did. You never had the love you thought you had. It was all a lie, or an illusion or a dream. It wasn't real. 

"I'd say you wasted 10 years of your life, but you have Becky and Bob. They're real. And they love you. If you ignore everything else I've said, remember that. I'm their mother and I know their hearts. They love you more than anything in this world, including me, I think. You can hate me for what I've done to you, but remember I gave you those two.

"It sounds like you finally found a woman who really loves you. Don't throw her away for someone- for something – that never really existed."

He just sat there when she stopped talking. He could hear the chatter in the kitchen far away, and outside the sound of a lonely car driving through the night. It seemed as if he were a million miles away from everything and he tried to figure out what he was feeling. It had been the worst night of his life, worse in a way than when Holly had told him she loved another man and was leaving him. Worse in a way because now he knew there had never been a love to lose. He had just been...convenient.

And yet....he looked at those lovely features that had been the center of his life for so long and tried to figure out what had changed. It was like one of those optical illusions when a lovely woman's face morphs into a skull. She was still Holly. She was still the beautiful woman he had wooed with rum and coke and cherries when she wore that blue dress.

And yet...somehow she wasn't. He realized it was like wakening from a dream. He could see the woman in front of him, and remember the love and sex they had shared, or at least he had thought they shared...but somehow the spell was shattered. Her confession should have shattered him, should have destroyed the last little shred of his manhood. 

But he realized it hadn't. He was still the man he had always been. He had loved this woman, and enjoyed her body and had two children with her. But somehow, somehow, the hurt wasn't there any more.

And then, like the sun rising in front of his eyes, he knew the truth. It hadn't been anything he had done, or not done. It was like the old song: "you can't make someone love you, if they won't..." She had never loved him. They had just been two people living in the same house, making two babies, having great sex, but she was right. They had been roommates – with benefits.

He took a deep breath and it was like breathing in without the pain of a broken rib scraping his heart for the first time in two years.

He stood and grabbed her hands and pulled him out of the booth to face him. He looked down at her red lips and bent down to kiss her. For just a few seconds he let himself enjoy the taste of her for the last time.

"Thank you, Holly," he said, and meant every word of it.

He walked out of the restaurant without looking back and it was only as he pulled around to drive out of the parking lot that he could see her through the window, hunched over the table. Her body shook and only for an instant he wanted to stop and go inside and comfort her. But he realized that Bill would be there in a few minutes, and Bill was who she needed now.

He woke the next morning after the best night's sleep he had had in two years. He walked into the building that housed the mortgage title company where Caroline worked at noon, near the time when Caroline would be going to lunch. He took the elevator to the 11th floor where she had had her office the last time he'd been in the building.

Her office hadn't been moved. He got some curious stares as he walked past the receptionist and past her co-workers until he reached the door with frosted gilt lettering reading Caroline Jenkins. He walked in without knocking and wasn't surprised to see that Frank was in there with her. She sat at a desk and he was leaning over her, their faces close together, looking at some paperwork.

They both looked up at the same time. Caroline turned white, although they hadn't been doing anything obviously wrong. Frank stood up straight to his full height, about four inches taller than Dan. He fidgeted, as if he didn't know what to do with his big fists.

"Dan, what are you.." Caroline began.

"I'd like to talk to my wife for a minute."

Frank glanced down at Caroline and when she made a slight movement of her head, he walked past Dan and out the door without a word.

"I haven't heard from you in five weeks and you show up without a word in my office."

"I got the divorce papers yesterday."

"I...I told you what I was going to do. They shouldn't have been a surprise."

"I just never believed you would really do it. Just like I never really believed that you would fuck another man just to hurt me."

She tried to glare at him but finally stared down at the papers on her desk.

"I gave you a choice," she said stubbornly.

"After you fucked him. You didn't give me any choice about that. Like you never told me I talked in my sleep. Like you never told me I called out her name inside of you. I would have done anything to keep you, but you never gave me the chance."

She lifted her chin and stared at him defiantly.

"You were the one who ruined our marriage. Not me. Don't try to blame that on me."

"And you put the nails in the coffin. But it doesn't matter any more, Caroline. I realize that if the situation had been reversed, I never would have done to you what you did to me. I would have left you, but I wouldn't have gone out of my way to hurt you like that. Funny thing is, in the last 24 hours I've realized that Holly, that selfish bitch, never really set out to hurt me. She did what she did for her own reasons, but not to hurt me. And you, my loving wife, did your best to destroy me. So who's the bitch?"

She smiled bitterly.

"I should have known. You just couldn't do it. You're still in love with her."

Dan walked past her to stare out the corner window in her office. She had a great view of the St. Johns River like a ribbon of glistening mercury twisting below her. With his back to her, he said, "No, I did what you asked me to do, Caroline. I met her and we talked last night and I forgave her. What's more important, I got over loving her. I'm free now."

He looked back at her, staring at him in disbelief. He realized she had never thought he would be able to do it. She had set him an impossible goal. And realizing that, he knew more than ever that the decision he'd made was the right one.

"Just like I got over loving you. It's amazing how easy it is to do once you learn how.

Like I said, I realized that I could never do to you what you did to me. And knowing that, I wondered why I was fighting so hard to keep a woman who could do that."

He walked to the door of her office and stopped for a second.

"I'll sign the paperwork today and let everything roll. We weren't married long enough to have any assets to split and we shouldn't have any alimony either way. I'll even talk to Holly about letting you see the kids. They have gotten to love you and if they want to see you, it's okay with me.

"As for you and me, I think you have everything. If you need anything else, come by and use your key when I'm not there. I don't want to ever see or talk to you again. Now you don't have to wait to start fucking Frank. You have my blessing. As for me, I'm going to start looking. I fell in love twice. I think I have it in me to do it again."

As he went down the elevator after the end of his second great love, he thought that he had expected it to hurt more. But like he had said, getting over Holly had taught him a great lesson. You can't torture yourself forever for the shitty things that other people did to you. It was enough to punish yourself for your own sins.

The knocking at his door started at 7 p.m. It was already long dark. And there wasn't anybody else he expected. So he let her knock until he heard the key click in the door and remembered that he hadn't changed the locks. He was in the kitchen, heating up a can of soup to eat with saltines. The kind of gourmet dining he expected to be on the menu for awhile.

He stayed busy with the cooking pan full of soup on the burner as he heard the steps coming toward him.

"I called her and she told me what had happened last night."

"Didn't trust me, did you?"

She walked up behind him and put her palms on his shoulders.

"I didn't say you could touch me."

"But you didn't say I couldn't."

"Why aren't you out with Frank? I gave you the perfect opening."

"Because I don't want to fake any more orgasms. I want the real thing."

"Use your hand or a vibrator. I'm out of the Caroline orgasm business."

"You used to like them."

"That was when I didn't see Frank in my head and in your pussy or your mouth. That kind of spoiled things for me."

She lowered her hands, reached around him and in one practiced gesture she loosened his belt and slid his slacks down to his ankles. Then she reached around and slid one hand into his underwear and closed her fingers around his stiffening cock. He tried to will himself to remain soft but as she squeezed and began to rub gently up and down his flesh betrayed him.

"I didn't say you could do that."

"You didn't say I couldn't. And it feels like you like it."

"Why are you here, Caroline? You didn't want me to get over Holly. You were just looking for an excuse to divorce me and try out guys like Frank. Why not be honest? We don't need to lie to each other anymore. We're done."

She grabbed his hips and spun him and he left the pot on the stove as he turned to face her, or the top of her head, anyway.

She looked up at him and slowly opened her mouth and engulfed his increasingly rigid cock. The sight of that hard flesh sliding in and out of her red lips just made him harder and harder.

She let it go with a pop, spit glistening on it but held it firmly in one small hand that just made it look that much bigger and redder.

"I don't think your big hard dick is done with me, do you? I think it wants to get back in my mouth for some real hard sucking. What do you think?"

Her hand and mouth before it had felt so good, and it had been almost six weeks since he'd had any relief other than his own hand, that he found it hard to speak.

"You know I want your mouth and your pussy and your ass, you little bitch, but that doesn't mean I can ever forgive you or take you back. If you want to come over for some relief fucking, we might be able to work something out."

"If that's all I can get, I'll settle for that. But you know I want more. I want you back."

She took him in her mouth again and this time she began to stroke and masturbate him with her hands as she sucked and licked it.

"You must think I'm – Oh God! – easy, don't you?"

"mmmmm...mmmmm...oh yes, you taste so damned good....no you're not easy. You're very very hard...mmmmm so hard..."

"You just....uhhh....think that....ohhh....if you suck me I'll....oh shiiiittttt....forget everything and take you..."

And then he couldn't talk anymore, just make an incoherent sound as it felt like the very marrow of his bones was turning to liquid fire and shooting out of the end of his cock, shooting out like water from a high pressure hose in one vast gusher followed by another and another and he was afraid he was simply going to fall over. He braced himself against the stove and looked down but her bobbing head and that golden hair obscured the vision of what she was doing to him.

Finally he started breathing normally again and as he did she raised her head and let his softening cock slide out of her mouth. Like something from a porno film, there were strings of white cum glistening between her red lips and his red cock. She opened her mouth to let him see the pool of white liquid lying on her lips and as she stared into his eyes she closed her mouth and he could see her gulping it down.

"mmmm....oh baby, you really exploded that time..."

then her lips closed in on him again and he could feel her tongue licking it up and down like a cat licking milk from a plate until she finally let him go and leaned back on her haunches. His dick was clean and as he watched she used her fingers to clean several drops off her cheeks and chin.

She looked down at her blouse which she'd never taken off and he could see splatters of white against the material at her shoulder and near her breasts.

"Shit, you know how hard it is to get cum stains out? Probably you don't, but it is."

When he could think coherently again, he said, "What the fuck was that all about? You've sucked me before, but never –"

She reached up to grab his softening cock and squeezed it gently.

"I never sucked you and swallowed and let you see me swallow, did I? Did it turn you on to see your hot cum in my mouth and to see me swallow and lick every drop up that I could?"

"You know damned well it did."

"That's what I thought. I know guys like that in porno, so I figured you might like it in real life. I want you back Dan, and if being the biggest fucking slut in the world is what it will take, that's what I'm going to be for you."

"Why do you want me back so bad, so quickly?"

She looked up at him,then bent and kissed the tip of his cock before answering, "I talked to Holly today. We spent a long time talking and I understand things a lot better now. She told me she could see you changing in front of her eyes last night. I could see it in your eyes when you told me you had gotten over loving her. And I could see that you were lying when you said you'd gotten over me."

"Pretty sure of yourself," Dan said, grabbing her head by the back of her hair and pulling her forward to rub his cock all over her mouth and cheeks. "You think being a great cocksucker is going to be enough to cause me to forget what you did?"

She was kissing and licking his cock, then pulled away and said, "No. For that I'm going to have to take you into the bedroom and fuck your brains out."

"You think so. I don't know if I'll be ready to go again for awhile."

She took his semi-limp organ back into her mouth and with tongue, lips, teeth and fingers he was hard enough in a half minute. 




The Dream Wife



"I beg to differ."

He picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom and threw her down on the bed. She sprawled out, her legs spread wide, her hair wild in a halo around her head.

"What are you planning to do, Mister. I don't want to do this anymore."

She tried to roll over and crawl to the edge of the bed but he caught her by the skirt and pulled, while it ripped loose. 

"Don't do that, you bastard."

He grabbed her pink panties and ripped them off.

Grabbing her ass hard enough to leave finger marks in the soft white flesh, he pulled her back to him and forced her legs apart. He ran one finger up her slit while she tried to hold him off and felt and smelled the wetness oozing from her.

"Oh, my, what is that?"

"It doesn't mean anything, you asshole, except that you got me wet thinking about fucking your big dick. But I don't want to anymore. Let me go or I'll cry rape."

He grinned at her and sank two fingers full length into her moist center and began to finger fuck her, saying, "Cry as loud as you want, you cheating bitch. You know how soundproof the walls are and there's nobody close enough to hear you."

She tried to close her thighs on his fingers and pretended to scratch at his face, but he held her off easily with one hand while the other found her clit and a few practiced motions had her fucking his fingers enthusiastically.'

"Not fair, not fair."

"Why?"

"Oh...uh...God, you know.....know....know...how sensitive I am down there."

"Yeah, I do, and it's not fair to get your pussy so worked up without your permission. So...."

He pulled his fingers free with a wet slirpy, 'pop' and stood up.

"You can get yourself together and get out of here now. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do."

She looked at him with a stunned expression for a moment then smiled. She spread her legs wide and with one hand dipped it into her pussy while the other squeezed the pink-white baseball shaped cone of flesh topped with a juicy red nipple. 

"What kind of bastard are you? You get me worked up and then drop me."

"Go to Frank."

"His dick won't do it for me. You got the magic wand I need. Please, please."

He grinned.

"You know how sexy you sound when you beg?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm doing it and that's why you're about to cum and waste all that wonderful white sauce. Stick it inside me, quick."

Stepping onto the bed and sinking between her legs, his trousers and underwear still on but his dick free, he leaned forward and drove himself into her.

"UNNHHHHHH...oh oh oh oh."

When he hit bottom he pulled out until only the tip of his dick remained in her warmth. Then grabbing her shoulders and pushing her back onto the bed, he slammed into her as hard as he could a second time, and then a third and then a fourth, taking the wind out of her so she could only gasp rather than make any noises. He was punching into her so hard her ass bounced off the bed with each thrust and now she had both hands wrapped around his neck trying to pull his face down to hers.

Then she was screaming without words and scratching his back and neck so hard with her long fingernails he knew he'd need an antibiotic later but he was so caught up in the spasming of her pussy, tightening like a vise around his dick and then pulsing with her own feminine explosion of juices that he ignored the pain.

"Oh, sweet god. Ummm, that's what I was talking about baby. Nobody else does it like that."

He looked down at her smiling face and not smiling back, he said softly, "Let's see how many we can go for then. As they say, balls to the wall..." and he hammered her pussy again and again through another screaming climax and another and now he'd been hitting her so hard that the end of his dick was getting sore as hell and he knew she probably wouldn't' be able to walk when this was over, but the image in his head of Frank and his big dick sliding into her tight pussy kept him hammering and hammering. 

It was part lust and part sheer fury that he hadn't known he felt. He had been in shock when she'd first told him about fucking the young blonde and now it felt like it had been growing the entire month inside him.. He loved her, but goddamn he wanted to hurt her at the same time.

Then she had managed to grab him around the neck and pull him to her with iron female strength and she captured his hips with her legs locked around him and she held him so he could drive it into her, but he couldn't achieve the separation to really drive it home.

She was kissing the side of his face and kept whispering, "I'm so sorry baby, so sorry sorry so sorry..."

Finally he felt it welling upside him and he couldn't hold back and he stopped his forward motion and just enjoyed the bursts of cum that hit the back wall of her cervix, again and again. He couldn't believe he was still cumming after that blowjob, but he achieved a personal best with what felt like eight or nine hard shots.

As he sprayed her insides she spasmed again and again.

Finally he slid beside her. As his dick slipped out she moaned and rolled on top of him and quickly placed it back inside her.

"No, leave it inside, Dan. Even soft, I want it in there."

Finally it shrank to the point that she couldn't hold it and she slid down beside him.

Whispering into his ear, she said "There's nobody in the world who could do that to me, baby. Just you." 

He looked over at her and tried not to smile.

"You think that pitiful performance is going to let you slip back into my bed and my marriage and my life. One fuck?"

"Oh no, I know it won't. I'm going to have to fuck your brains out morning, noon and night. On the weekend when the kids aren't here I'm not going to put on any clothes, anytime. We'll order in or cook. I'm going to fuck you until even viagara won't get it up for you."

"You think you can fuck me into the ground?"

She smiled an innocent smile. 

"I know I can. Even if I can't walk when it's time to go to work, I can out-fuck you, baby. That's where we women have it all over you strong macho men."

He pulled her to him and kissed her.

"You know you hurt me really badly. I didn't think anyone could hurt me like that again after Holly, but you did."

"I know it, Dan. I have no excuse except I was so hurt I wasn't thinking straight. But I will make it up to you. I'm going to be the best wife and the best fuck you ever had, better than Holly ever was."

He grinned, "You know you've got some tough competition there."

She punched him in the ribs.

"Bastard."

Then the smile faded from her face and she turned so her ass fit against his groin in a spooning position.

"I don't want to tell you this, Dan, but I guess I've got to if we're going to go on the way we should for the rest of our lives."

"What? You didn't get with Frank again, did you?"

"No, but it's about Frank."

"He had 12 inches and you didn't want to give me an inferiority complex?"

"No, but...you were almost right when you said I wanted to fuck him and was using Holly as an excuse."

She could feel him stiffen and pressed herself harder against him.

"He is damned good looking and the other girls in the office have talked about how good he is that I've...thought about him sometimes. Just wondered, you know...how it would be. I never would have, I promise you, but women fantasize too. And when I decided to leave you and I decided I was going to fuck someone just to mess up your head, he was the first and only one I thought about. 

"And when we – when he fucked me – I enjoyed it, Dan. He didn't make me cum but he made me feel really, really good. And when he was inside me, and when he was playing with me, I could tell he wanted me bad. He wasn't just going through the motions. He told me he's been thinking about me too for a long time. 

"You've got to understand, I'd been sleeping next to a man talking about another woman, fucking a man who called out another woman's name when he came. And she's got those huge tits and I can see the effect she has on guys. I have to admit, I got to feeling like a skinny little girl next to her. Frank was ...was like viagara for my ego."

She rolled over to face him and he saw there were tears in her eyes.

"I feel like such a slut, but I guess I WAS in that motel room with him. The only thing I can tell you is that it will never happen again. As long as I have you, I'll never need him or any other man. Do you believe me? Can you forgive me for wanting him like that?"

"Shit. In a way I wish I hadn't heard that. That does make it worse. But, as long as we're confessing, I have to tell you that while I was meeting with Holly I had a hell of a time not throwing her up on a booth table, pulling her panties down and fucking her. I'm not in love with her anymore, but...she was a fantastic fuck. 

"If she had come in crying and saying she was breaking up with Bill and asked me to take her somewhere...I honestly can't say what I would have done. You know I love you, but I'm only human. And so are you."

He kissed her again and whispered into her ear, "So if that little redhead that works in the office next to you and has those fantastic tits ever comes on to me again like she did at that office party last June, you'd understand if I took her into one of the bedrooms and..."

He stopped talking because she had his balls in her small hands and she was squeezing hard. Then she started rolling them like marbles and that DID hurt.

"You ever play with her and I swear to god you'll wake up one morning without these. Are we clear?"

"As glass. I'm kind of fond of those so I guess I'll have to pass on the redhead."

He kissed her again. He would never tell her, but as he did so he was comparing her kiss and her lips to Holly's. Nobody would ever be in Holly's league, but Caroline was the woman he loved. That was one of those little secrets a married man would take to his grave.

She snuggled next to him and said, "I really never thought this would happen. I thought you were so in love with her that we could never get back together again. I can never thank you enough for coming back to me. The only thing I can do is love you forever."

"And I'm going to hold you to that."

    #



The Dream Within



"Nina! Nina! Wake up, Nina!"

The soft but firm call finally reached the inside of her dreams. Her French colleague, Sabine, was calling from downstairs. Nina forced herself to open her eyes, adapting them to the strong light coming from the halogen lamps on the roof, unwillingly began to get focused on reality.

She sit down, slid open the little curtain she had forget half opened before falling asleep a couple of hours before, then stood up hitting the roof of the cabin with her head.

"Ouch, I really have to get used to these, before I crack my skull open."

She complained to herself as she lifted her hand and gently massaged the hurting spot. 

"What?"

A voice from afar: Sabine had probably heard her from downstairs.

"Nothing! I'm coming, just give me a minute!"

There was no point in explaining. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a red tank top slipover, a short red skirt over her red pantyhose and an equally shocking red jacket. When she finally put her red shoes on, she smiled; thinking not even Little Red Riding Hood had ever been so red. 

Luckily, the scarf was light blue. She quickly tied it around her neck and hurried downstairs.

"Where have you been? We are late; the gate is opening in a few minutes!"

Sabine was clearly awake since long - and energetic as usual - but was still cleaning the business class seats. Nina wondered why, but she could easily guess the reason, since Sabine was spending more time than usual in the pilots rest cabin lately.

"I know, sorry, I must have switched off the alarm without noticing it."

Nina had been a stewardess for 10 years already. She'd begun late, when she was already thirty years old, but that had been her dream since the time when she was a teenager: flying; as much as possible, every day.

Indeed, her husband wasn't too happy about her decision: they have been already married since 4 years at the time and their son was still young, but she had decided to pursue her dream and finally had managed to get hired. She'd spent the first years as an attendant on local flights in her home country, Slovakia. Then, when her son grew up enough, she tried something different: she applied for a job on international flights with Austrian Airlines. Nina knew she'd been away from home a little more, but she was still lacking the feeling of accomplishment she needed: her lifetime dream was still not properly fulfilled.

And there she was now: on a Boeing 777, dressed in red as an Austrian Airlines' hostess. She'd arrived at the Vienna airport a couple of hours before, flying from Paris in that same aircraft, and had thought to take a nap in the cabin crew compartment; but she'd overslept and now she was desperately trying to prepare the seats for the incoming passengers.

Nina and Sabine were in charge of the business class compartment today. It was indeed a nice job, better than having to cope with all the kind of different passengers of the economic class. In the business class you'd not encounter anything stranger than some spoiled rich every now and then. Mostly only businessmen, and often it was not even fully booked.

"The flight will be long... "

Sabine absent-mindedly spoke while preparing the pillow on a seat. The French girl was young and had begun flying not long before. Nina was somewhat teaching her how to do her job, and she liked it. To feel like her teacher, her boss... it was indeed exciting. Moreover, in such short time they had become friends.

"It's 9 hours from Vienna to New York but we are travelling night time and most of the passengers will sleep. It'll not be hard working, Sabine, don't worry."

As the first passenger became visible in the tunnel, Nina could see the other stewards and stewardesses hastily giving the last finishing touches to the economic class.

"Good evening. Good evening. Good evening, this way please. Good evening... "

She could hear the steward at the entrance paying his regards to the passengers and giving them directions. It was evening indeed, almost night, she thought. The takeoff was planned for 10 p.m. and the landing a little after 1 a.m., New York time. She was already looking forward to her hotel room: a comfortable bed, a shower, and almost a day relaxing before coming back to Europe the evening after.

She summed up the names of the passengers they were going to serve: she was trying to teach Sabine to be like a personal assistant for the passengers; giving her full responsibility for half of them was part of it. Tonight, though, the passengers on business class were going to be only three.

The passengers began to arrive. After a quick glance at the seat number on the boarding pass, Nina and Sabine had no problem showing them their seat.

"Good evening, Mr. Egger, this is your seat."

Sabine said showing his seat to an old Austrian man, probably already into his eighty.

"Good evening, Mr. Gerg."

This one was not even thirty years old, looking like a fish out of water: it was probably his first time in business class, she thought showing him a bright welcoming smile.

But neither of them was her passenger. Like usual, she and Sabine had drawn lots: tonight she was going to serve only one customer, and he seemed to be late.

Then, when the time was almost up for boarding, the little curtain dividing the business class from the entrance opened again.

"Good evening, Mr. Burke. This way please."

While the first two passengers had been assigned to the last two rows, Brian Burke had chosen the first one. Nina walked in front of him, unconsciously waving her bottom slightly as they reached the front row. 

"I am Nina, and I will be your attendant for this flight, Mr. Burke."

Nina turned around quickly, catching his eyes staring at her ass. She smiled as she watched him sitting in the large, single seat: she knew she was still a pretty woman. 

Mr. Burke was a man probably in his middle thirties: brown eyes, grey-speckled brown short hair, just a little taller than Nina. His shoulders seemed large, but his arms were not too muscular. He wasn't thin nor fat, not ugly nor handsome, the kind of guy you never notice in a pub, until he introduces himself to you. Nina was happy to notice his face was a little red; he knew she'd seen him staring at her. At least, he seemed a nice guy.

"Hi Nina; thank you. You can call me Brian of course, it'll be a long journey and I don't want you to be formal. We should be around the same age too, right?"

If that wanted to be a compliment Brian was probably not a smart man.

"What's with this clumsy attitude?"

She thought while smiling faintly.

"Probably, Mr. Brian."

Nina quickly moved away and began preparing her things.

The takeoff was on schedule. While they rolled on the runway, the thought of asking Sabine to swap their assigned passengers crossed her mind. Nina didn't know why, but she was not feeling completely at ease around that man.

"And I don't even want to know why... "

She thought, before feeling the force of the jet engines pushing the seat against her back.

***

They had been flying for an hour, the main lights were turned off and the passengers were sleeping. At least, Sabine's passengers were soundly sleeping and she was in the pilot cabin, flirting with the pilots if not something more. 

Nina was not tired, since she had slept a little in the afternoon, but could not relax either. Her passenger was still in his seat, flicking through the pages of a useless newspaper as if he had nothing better to do. She didn't want to speak with him, but stood up and reached the first row of seats. Was it what they call "Professional Bias"?

"Can't sleep, Mr. Brian? May I help you?"

Brian lifted his head, his eyes leaving the newspaper to meet Nina's ones. She noticed he had worn glasses; the frame was not exactly suiting him, it seemed a little too large for his thin face, but probably they were only glasses for reading. The light coming from the small lamp above him and shadowing his already slightly unshaven chin, was giving him a strange aura. For the first time, she thought he was interesting. Not handsome, nor cool, just interesting as someone you'd like to explore deeper, to know better, because you feel there is way more than his appearance.

"Hi Nina, please, call me just Brian."

He flicked his hands as to tell her to sit. The business class seats were positioned in pair, and he had decided to occupy the one closer to the window. She sat in the empty recliner on his side. The seats were not close, there was around half a meter between them and two soft strips to rest one's elbows or place things.

"I can't sleep indeed. I am always a little airsick when it comes to long flights, and if I sleep it just gets worse."

He was almost whispering, his voice was deep and tainted in what Nina thought it was shame, as if he was telling her something really intimate, something he rarely shared with someone. That convinced her, she could act a little less formal with him.

"And you, Brian, you didn't think of taking a pill before flying?"

The atmosphere was a little strange. The whispers made it intimate indeed, but she could not resist to mock him.

He raised his left eyebrow, taken aback from her boldness. It was unexpected for Nina, and she bursted out in a smothered laugh.

"Sorry, Sorry... Brian... how do you do that?"

That last word was purposely emphasized, as she tried to lift up an eyebrow ending up with a funny expression on her face.

"You need years of training to do that properly, don't think you can learn it like that."

Brian seemed serious, his eyebrows now flat frowned over his eyes.

"And anyway, that literally means 'I forgot them, damnit'! "

This time she could not completely restrain her laugh, but she managed to control herself quickly. Her white bright perfect teeth were shining in the dark, between a pair of red lips that gave Brian naughty thoughts.

"You're a funny man Brian, but you should not make me laugh too much. I'll wake up the other passengers otherwise."

Brian half smiled, lifting only the right side of his lips, staring her directly in the eyes.

"Wouldn't it be for the better? You are married, and we are almost alone right now... "

Nina was shocked by his statement, by the implications of it. He was joking, but she knew men: that was not entirely a joke. That was a full frontal attack and she was not going to fall for it. She quickly hushed him.

"You know what, Brian? I think I'll fetch some pills for you."

And the red dressed stewardess stood up and walked away in the dark.

***

Brian was wondering if he had done something wrong: Nina had seemed angry when she had left. Probably he should have not said those last words, but he couldn't restrain himself. He liked his hostess. Not only she was a pretty blonde woman, she was funny and polite as he liked women. Moreover, she wore a ring: she was married too. He'd thought it was the right thing to say to set the right mood, but he'd obviously missed his chance.

In the meanwhile, Nina had gone upstairs and was now in the cabin crew rest room, looking in her small bag for some pills she knew she had. She was feeling angry, almost disrespected by his words.

She sat down, took a big breath trying to focus: why was she feeling angry? Hundreds of men had flirt with her since she had this job, and no one's words, even the worse ones, had ever had that effect on her. 

Nina found the pills, but didn't stand up. She still had that feeling that he was different, and she couldn't understand why. She actually thought he was cool when he was making those funny faces; that was not something the usual Nina would have thought.

She was still feeling all but at ease around him, but had no way to ignore him. The duty of an assistant was important to her, and so serving him properly. She finally stood up after a couple of minutes and went downstairs. The business class was dark now, since Brian had switched off his service light.

"Is he sleeping?"

She wondered - almost hoped - as she got closer and finally sat on the empty seat near Brian's.

Turning her head to him she saw he was awake, his face was turned towards her. Nina could see little light sparks reflected in his open eyes. He didn't speak though, just kept staring into her eyes. She felt awkward, but couldn't turn away from him; that would have been like losing to him, and that was the last thing she wanted. The excitement she was feeling, moreover, kept her glued to his deep dark eyes.

After a couple of seconds, those second that flow so slow they seem hours, she finally spoke:

"I found some pills, they should help you sleeping, Brian."

She reached out her hand and he took it gently between his, a little too longer than the time necessary to get the pills.

"Thank you, Nina. You are really efficient, if you just had brought me also a glass of water... "

Nina blushed. How could she forget the water? She quickly stood up without saying a word and run to fetch it. Was she feeling that nervous around him? As she filled up a glass, she hoped he didn't see her blushing; nor her legs shaking.

Again, she had to calm down. "It just happens, Nina", she told herself. But she knew her legs were not shaking because of shame. She was feeling upset because she liked him. Those few words he spoke, his dark eyes, his calm voice... all was making her feeling at ease. And that was also the source of her uneasiness because she had never felt so good near a stranger as she was feeling that night, on that flight, with her only passenger Brian.

Nina took a deep breath and walked back to him. She'd realized what was wrong with her, she was feeling more secure now. At least, they were on a flight, nighttime, almost alone. She liked him and she was going to be more natural to him, friendlier.

She felt a heat wave through her whole body as her thoughts went a little too far ahead. 

"Did I just think of flirting with him?"

Nina thought she was getting crazy, but the sensation was so good and so new to her body, who had already forgotten how it feels the first touch of a man, that she just couldn't repulse it.

Nina remembered how she liked to tease the guys at school, wearing skirts over her knees, sometimes without panties, imperceptibly waving her ass walking away from them. It felt good: why shouldn't she flirt a little with him too? Those butterflies in her stomach, she remembered them and she wanted more.

Her skirt was already short over her knees, but as she sat in the empty seat near him, she casually pulled it up to show more of her thighs. The feeling of his eyes glimpsing at her legs, because she knew she was admiring them, gave her the chills. She quickly lifted her eyes to meet his and caught him staring, as she had secretly hoped.

"Here's the water, Brian." 

Nina spoke while showing a renewed, bold, smirk. As Brian picked up the glass from her hand, he couldn't turn his eyes away from her. He thought Nina had something different now; she seemed a different woman. More secure in her movements, audacious in her posture... and those fantastic legs she was carelessly showing to him now, probably thinking to be protected by the darkness, were too beautiful not to look at.

And then, the glass fell on the seat arm rest between them. The water splashed on Brian shirt and spilled on Nina skirt and legs, leaving them almost completely drenched.

Brian couldn't move nor say a word; feeling embarrassed because of what he had done, staring at the water still dripping down her legs. The glass luckily was still intact, but he had made a real mess. And it was his fault: he had just forgotten the glass in his hand while he was so intoxicated by the sight of the blonde hostess. 

His heart sunk. Heedless Brian had done it, again.

***

"Mr. Burke, I'm so sorry... "

Nina was quietly shouting her apologies to him without even noticing she was speaking formal, her voice revealing the panic of someone feeling guilty. She had picked up her handkerchief and was trying to dry the armrest and Brian's shirt, without even noticing she was rubbing his chest a little too harder than needed.

He was the one feeling guilty tough. He knew it was his fault but there she was, his personal assistant, begging the same forgiveness he would have liked to ask her for.

"Calm down, Nina."

He spoke with his calm voice, grasping her wrist to stop her hand on his chest, staring into her eyes deeply, softly.

"There is no need for you to excuse yourself, it was my entire fault. Moreover, you are the one most drenched, not me. You should go changing or you'll get a cold."

Brian still held firmly her wrist tough. Once he saw she had calmed down, he let it go.

"Don't worry for my shirt; it'll dry during the night. It is my fault after all. I'm really, really sorry, Nina."

Nina thought she had never saw a man sulking like that and felt a little pity for him. She knew it was not his fault: in fact, the hostess had accomplished what she wanted.

"As if I'd let your shirt dry like this, Brian."

The proud expression on her face suggested him not to complain.

"Using my name again; at least, you're back to yourself, it seems."

She slightly laughed, thinking she could have been a great actress. What had just happened, at least, had helped her to regain her composure, to wash away the last bit of her nervousness. 

Nina already knew what she had to do, now.

"Wait here, Brian."

She stood up, quickly watched in the back seats to see if the other passengers had woken up, but she was glad to see them still asleep. Still no sight of Sabine either.

Brian saw her disappearing in the front section of the aircraft, felt some steps, and then she came back. Her skirt was still wet, he found it strange. Didn't she go changing her clothes?

Nina approached Brian's seat but didn't say a word. She just waved her hand as to say "Follow me". Brian knew already she was not a woman to argue with: he just stood up and followed her in the darkness.

***

Brian had never imagined a room that big could exists over the pilots' cabin. He'd always wondered where the crew used to sleep in those long flights, but had never guessed. Once in the dark, in the front section of the aircraft, Nina had taken his hand and pulled him inside a door, where he could see the red leds light on the stairs going up. 

He'd followed her upstairs, light step after light step not to disturb anyone, but when they turned on the low smooth light in the room, they realized they were alone. In the darkness, Brian couldn't see Nina smiling.

It was not even a room: he was standing in the middle of two lines of beds, two beds for each side; between them, not more than a meter wide corridor. The beds seemed soft and he could notice two bags on them, probably the hostess and stewardess luggages. 

"Ok Brian, I'm sorry but I think you should take off your shirt now. It's warm enough here right? We can try to dry it."

Nina was speaking in such a low tone he could hardly hear her. He was feeling a little nervous, but didn't want her to feel guiltier for what he has done. He decided to play along.

The roof of the cabin was really low. He couldn't stand properly so he sat down on a bed.

When he finished unfastening his shirt and lift his head again, he was shocked to see Nina had begun unzipping her skirt. 

She had turned around, unfortunately the light was too low for him to see her well, but she was not more than a meter from him. As his eyes got used to the darkness, he could see more details: her hand was sliding down the zip on the back of the skirt, slowly, revealing the tip of what seemed to be a red thong.

He was astonished, and unable to move. He looked at her hands pulling down the skirt, waving her ass sliding it down her hips. It was such a sexy show; he soon felt something twitching between his legs. He was getting hard. He relaxed: it was dark, he was sure she couldn't notice it.




The Dream Within



Nina exactly knew what she was doing: she had decided she was going to get him and she wanted him ready and hot for her. She knew he was looking at her ass, he could probably see her red thong under the red pantyhose: she was feeling so sexy, again. But it was not enough: she wanted more; she wanted to seduce him slowly, to see the lust in his eyes when she'd finally be close enough for him to feel her scent. Her hands reached her hips again, and began pulling down the wet pantyhose. Brian was intoxicated by the beauty of her movements, the smoothness of her white skin. Her ass, barely covered by a thin line of red, was so close he could have just reached out his hand to touch it. But he didn't.

He was really hard now and his cock was pushing against his boxers, his trousers. He couldn't remember being this turned on since long, probably the time when he was still living with his wife, when everything was still passion and love and she hadn't decided to work abroad... seemed years before.

His thread of thoughts was interrupted by a sudden movement. Nina, her bottom half naked, was turning towards him. He quickly looked away and hastened undressing his shirt but forgot to unfasten the buttons on his wrists, ending up with his hands blocked inside the sleeves behind his back.

Nina silently laughed: it was even better than she had expected. He was such a sweet man, she found him irresistible.

"Let me help you, Brian."

Her voice was so sexy to him, now; he could not restrain a twitch between his legs.

Nina approached him; she was now so closed to the border of the bed that she had to put her legs on the sides of his. 

Brian was now fully turned on. He could see her thong in front of his eyes: below the lower border of her shirt, her pussy was covered only by that thin red fabric. Then, she bent a little more and reached out for his wrist. 

Brian didn't really understand how it happened, but after a moment he was laying on the bed, his hands lifted above his head, still tied by his own shirt, and Nina's hand on his wrists. She was sitting astride him, kneeling on his hips. Her other hand was between his legs, moving up and down on his trousers, feeling the shape of his hardness with her fingers.

"Should I help you with this too, Brian?"

And her smile was now a wide, devilish grin.

***

As Nina leant forward, Brian felt an anticipating shiver, soon followed by her tender pink lips posing on his ones, disclosing as they met him, as their tongues began playing their passionate dance. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever kissed, the most exciting situation he'd ever experienced. He could hear no sound: all was covered by the strong noise of the jet engines.

But when she finally spoke in his ear, he heard her well.

"You are mine, now."

And Brian had no intention of being anyone else's. She let his hands go, but he could not free them. He was unable to move, tied up as he was.

"Do I enjoy this as much as you do, Brian? Aren't you so curious to know the answer?"

Nina was whispering again in his ear, licking his earlobe, kissing it. She was shifting her weight upwards, moving little by little her hips on his hardness, caressing it with her weight, her thighs sliding again forward, on his stomach, her hand now behind her back moving up and down on his caged shaft, caressing its tip with her nails, massaging his balls with the palm of her hand.

Brian had had only a couple of women in its life. He enjoyed sex, but he couldn't say he was an expert lover. Still, he could imagine exactly what she was going to ask him. Her hips were moving relentlessly towards her goal, at a steady pace, rubbing her thighs and her pussy on his naked chest. He could already feel her juices wetting him, his skin getting drenched as she brushed her sex on him.

Nina was feeling so sexy, so in control of the whole situation, in control of that man. She wanted him so much, she wanted to be naughty and sexy for him, to feel desired more and more, until he would capitulate to the lust, until he would beg to get her. She was moving her hips forward and backward on him, making sure he felt her naked ass and the wetness pouring out of her pussy, drenching her red thong. When she finally sat astride his face and leaned forward, she could not see him anymore.

The hostess had such an amazing scent: she was sitting on Brian's face; he could feel her wet thong on his nose. He enjoyed her arousing scent for a moment, and then licked her. Through the thin fabric, he could already feel the shape of her lips, of her clit, just a hint of her taste.

But he wanted more: if there was something he could have never renounced in sex, it was the pleasure to love a woman with his mouth.

When he began trying to get past the red thong, sliding its tongue on the borders, he soon felt her delicate fingers on his face, between her legs, pulling aside the thin fabric to give him full access to her wetness.

It was heaven, the moment when he slid the tip of his tongue all the way from the bottom up to that sexy woman's clit, when her lips disclose and he finally felt her juices filling his mouth. That was pure bliss and excitement.

Brian licked her with such passion; long laps on her outer lips, kisses on her clit, then sucking her lips again one by one. His tongue circled her clitoris; he took it between his lips and began blowing it, gently at first, harder as he felt her hips pushing on him with pleasure. 

Strong laps just below her clit, then down again to slide his tongue all inside her. He moved his tongue in and out as if he was fucking her, as if he wanted to reach her innermost spots, to give her the best pleasure he'd ever had. 

Nina was moving her hips frantically back and forth on Brian's mouth, the rhythm was perfect and she knew she'd cum soon. She was feeling strong waves of pleasure, her orgasm coming close, her legs trembling as she kept pushing her crotch on her lover's face. 

The orgasm was so strong she almost fainted. Moan after moan, she arched her back and squeezed his head between her legs, until she finally released her pleasure, filling his mouth with her sweet juices.

Brian was thinking that even her orgasms were sexy to him. He was completely hard, completely excited, and definitely needy now. When Nina moved away from him and began dressing again, he felt a wave of anger and disappointment. How could she let him there, like that?

He said nothing. Watched her, and finally managed to take off his shirt. She took off her wet panties, wore a new skirt and walked downstairs without saying a word.

Brian was still half naked. He waited a couple of minutes for his shirt to dry a little, then dressed again and went downstairs too.

There was no sign of Nina, no one was around.

***

Nina, indeed, had found an excuse to go to the back of the aircraft. She was feeling so good, so proud of herself. She had managed to get pleasure from that man, leaving him unsatisfied. She knew he was so in need of a woman now, and yet the thought of him waiting a little more was delighting to her. She was in charge. Brian was probably angry at her, but Nina was not feeling bad at all, because she was not satisfied either. She wanted more, and she'd have gotten it.

The line of led lights on the floor guided her in the darkness as she walked back again to the business class. She sat on the seat on Brian's side without saying anything, but turned towards him.

She waited, smiling, until he finally turned towards her too.

Brian had been wondering all the time how to get angry at her, what to tell her, but when he saw her smile, her relaxed face, her happy eyes, he couldn't say anything. He sighed, and decided to keep on being friendly. Besides, he could still feel her taste on his lips: he had loved it.

"Is the shirt dry?"

Nina finally spoke.

"Well, it's getting better, and what about your skirt, or better, your pantyhose? Aren't you cold now?"

And he was smiling too, still thinking of that nice strip tease she had given him a couple of minutes before.

"Shhht, don't speak too loud."

He didn't know if she'd really spoken, but her lips moving and her index finger crossing on them was clear. She answered almost whispering.

"This skirt is dry, but maybe my legs are cold... " 

She took one of his hands and posed it on her bare knee, pushing it under her skirt. Brian felt the smooth skin of her legs in his palm, and that was enough for him to get hard again.

"... What do you think?"

Was she torturing him? He could not restrain to wonder. But indeed, he began caressing the inner side of her thighs tenderly.

"I think you could be warmer, but... "

Nina was feeling really aggressive, a hunter with his prey in front of her.

"Warmer... or maybe you were thinking: 'hotter'?"

She talked over him. Brian kept on caressing her thighs, his hand being more daring each stroke, teasing her thighs already under her skirt, his fingers already grazing between her legs.

Nina enjoyed his touch for a while, but soon took the initiative again. The darkness was almost total. There was no light in the business class, apart from a couple of leds in the front sections, and she was sure no one would have disturbed them. Not for what she had in mind, anyway.

She stopped his touch, grabbing his wrist with her hand and pushing his arm away. His glare said it all: 

"Why are you stopping me?"

But her shaking head was a clear sign for him not to interfere, as he watched her sitting in the space between the seats, lean over him until their lips met.

It was a passionate kiss, again, one that means something more is due soon; that's why when she finally placed her hand on his groin he was already expecting it. Their lips didn't depart: the kiss was just a way to express each other feelings without words. His breathing got heavier when Nina unzipped his trousers, slid a hand inside his briefs and finally cupped his hard shaft in his hand.

Brian couldn't think of anything else. He was still so excited from before that her hand caressing his bare skin was already getting him on the verge of an orgasm. He unbuttoned his pants, slid them down so quickly Nina couldn't restrain to laugh slightly. It was a whispering laugh, so tender, so intimate, that he didn't get angry as he would have usually done.

Instead, the passion that had gotten into him was so much he had barely lost control of himself. He caressed her hair, and then firmly pushed her head down. He wanted her to pay him back in his own coin, he couldn't wait anymore.

Nina was a little taken aback from his behaviour: the calm, gentle passenger she knew seemed now possessed by someone else. His hand pushing on the back of her head gave her no chance to escape. And in a moment, she had his tip in front of her eyes.

Not that she didn't want to do it; the opposite: she was so eager to taste his sex, she felt so naughty and hot again for him, but that way... didn't she want to be in charge?

His hand gave the last push and she opened her mouth to accommodate his cock between her lips. It was so tasty, she knew he had been excited for long, and everything was there for her to taste now. She loved it: that moment when you finally feel the scent and taste of what you did to your man, the moment you realize he is waiting for you, ready, completely yours.

Nina enjoyed it swirling her tongue around its tip, cleaning it from his own juices, cupping his balls with a hand. Then, slowly, she began blowing his shaft, pushing it deep inside her mouth and then out almost completely. She sucked so hard she felt soon her cheeks sore. And still no sign of Brian cumming: how could he resist so much? She was feeling bad about it. She, such a sexy woman, couldn't make him cum already.

Brian had been so turned on since he licked the blonde stewardess that his balls ached. But strangely, the very moment she'd began to suck him it felt so good he had to restrain himself from cumming right away: he wanted to enjoy it more. And so, he was now hard as a rock, but still a long way from his climax. He had never had sex with such a beauty; he was going to enjoy it at its fullest.

That said, she was definitely putting some effort in it. She was sucking so hard that he was sure someone could have heard them: he wondered if the other passengers were still asleep, putting aside the thought as quickly as he came.

And in that very instant, when he lowered his eyes and met hers, looking at him while sucking passionately his cock, he just couldn't resist anymore.

Nina felt his shaft tensing and prepared herself for what was coming, but the flow of cum that filled her mouth was so much she couldn't keep it inside. Brian kept shooting his load inside her mouth, her throat, and when she took it out of her mouth it sprayed her lips, her cheek, and her neck. She had turned him on so much, and that was the outcome.

She was happy he'd finally cum. With her hand, she continued caressing his shaft now completely covered with his cum and her drool, watching it from just a couple of inches from her face, licking the tip every now and then to give him little shivers, now that it was so sensitive. When she got up, Brian was looking at her with those eyes every woman would like to see at least once in her life: those eyes saying "That was the best I ever got".

Satisfied, she stood up; feeling sexy, with his cum still dripping down her lips and neck, on her blue scarf. She took it and cleaned herself, with long, slow movements, staring him in his eyes all the time. There was just a drop of cum on her lips that was finally cleaned when she reached it with her tongue, while biting her lower lip with a naughty smile.

Finally, she stood up and was just going away when Brian saw her stopping. She turned her head and casually whispered:

"I'm going upstairs to clean myself up ... "

***

Brian knew what she wanted to add, or at least what he wished she added. She had no reason to tell him she was going upstairs if she didn't want him to follow her; that's why he was so disappointed when, after a couple of minutes, he stood up just to find her idling in the corridor.

"Do you need something Mr. Burke?"

He realized what was happening just a moment too late: there, standing up in the darkness near Nina, was Sabine.

"So... sorry... "

Brian couldn't find a good excuse quickly enough: he was still looking at Nina noticing a little trail of his cum still on her neck. She had probably run into Sabine before finishing to clean up, and that was the result. Luckily, Sabine couldn't notice it; Brian did, only because he knew what to look for.

"I just need the WC, pardon", but his awkward movements revealed his embarrassment.

He quickly hid himself in the restroom and caught the chance to clean himself up a little. His shirt was now completely dried, but creased. His hair was a mess, and moreover he had lipstick on half his face. He hoped Sabine couldn't see it in the darkness, half hidden by his beard, but he wasn't sure of it.

After a couple of minutes he went back to his seat, noticed Sabine and Nina were not anywhere to be seen.

***

"Are you joking?"

The French girl was appalled. Nina had just told her she had flirted with Brian and she wanted to continue doing it. She'd managed to clean with her scarf while going upstairs, but she knew Sabine was smart, when it came to love and sex. Smarter than her, probably, because she had that flirty attitude some says French girls have. Anyway, there was no point in hiding it.

"And... continuing? Where do you want to stop it?"

Nina didn't want to talk about it. It was already late, every minute spent with her colleague was a minute spent without the man waiting for her downstairs, she didn't want to feel as if... as if it "could've been more", later. She wanted no regrets.

"I'll stop when I think it's right to stop. Please, Sabine, don't interfere: you know I always keep an eye on your passengers when you withdraw in the cabin with your lovers, and I don't mind it. I like you, we are friends... "

Her pleading eyes were actually telling Sabine to keep quiet, if she didn't want any trouble. It was a little friendly clash of wills: two women, trying to claim the right to life their lives as they wanted. And she knew the French girl really well: she'd done literally anything for her own sake, for her own freedom.

"Well, of course Nina. Moreover, he is your only passenger tonight and you should indeed stay with him the most that you can. You always teach me, you have to care for your passengers..."

Then she just left, smiling with the naughtiest of her smiles.

Nina waited a couple of minutes upstairs: she had no time to waste but she wanted to be ready for him. She finished cleaning herself, changed her scarf and her white shirt, put on her favourite perfume, quickly tidied up her make-up.

She looked in the small mirror in her hand: she was feeling beautiful. And all because of that man she didn't even know a couple of hours before.

Nina braced herself and descended down the stairs.

***

Brian was sitting in his seat with his eyes closed. He was trying to get some sleep but couldn't get rid of that sense of anxiety that pervaded him: he wanted more of Nina, but if her colleague was going to interfere he was not going to get any.

When Nina arrived, he was on the verge of falling asleep so he didn't notice her presence. She stared at him while her sight adapted to the darkness, catching more and more details as the time passed. There was no service light turned on, it was enough dark for them to be "alone".

She untied her scarf, took off her shoes with slow and quiet movements. Brian's face was so sweet, he seemed so relaxed now. She thought it was almost a sin to awake him, but couldn't resist the urge to get him, and wouldn't neither. When she finally sat astride him she was already kissing his lips, waking him up with the sweetest of the gifts.

Brian responded to the kiss, keeping his eyes closed. He was feeling her body weight on him, her breast pushing on his chest while their kiss began getting more intense, their tongues twisted in an infinite game.

"Nina... "

It was too hard to stay away from her lips.

"Nina... "

But he just had to ask.

"We can't... what about your colleague?"

He feared getting caught; she can sense it in his voice.

"And what about my wife, what about your husband?"

He thought, but couldn't add.

"Shhhht!"

This time her fingertip was placed on his lips and Brian knew he just had to trust her.

"Sabine will not disturb us."

And she was already biting and sucking his lower lips while trying to speak.

"... no one... will ... disturb...us..."

Brian melted under the effect of her warm words, relaxed himself and let his passion go wild. He opened his eyes, met her blue ones just a couple of inches away. His hands were now running wildly all over her body, caressing her hair, her back, her ass. She unbuttoned his shirt, caressed his chest, his arms, and their kiss was never-ending: the perfect completion to their passion.

When Brian unbuttoned Nina's shirt, he noticed she wasn't wearing the bra anymore: her breast was naked in front of his eyes, under his touch he could feel her nipple becoming harder in excitement. The blonde girl could feel his excitement too: she was moving her hips back and forth on his lap, on his renewed hardness she was craving so much.

She slid her hands down, unbuttoned his trousers while he pulled them down to free his sex. When she sat astride him again, Brian felt a shiver down his spine: her naked pussy was touching him. Under her skirt there was nothing: she'd come prepared, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Her juices were already wetting him, and it was easy for Nina to lean on Brian, kissing his neck now - his smell so intoxicating - lift her hips just a little until she felt his tip teasing between her lips. Then, perfectly aware of how much she was wet, how much she was ready and in need of him, she just pushed her body on it.




The Dream Within



Brian felt the rough skin inside her sex grazing his cock all the way from the tip to his shaft, as she sat on him. She stopped there, lift her body, arched her back a little inviting him to take advantage of her tits. Nina began moving up and down, first slowly, waiting for her copious juices to wet his shaft properly, then she raised her pace. The fire inside her was already burning like never when he kissed her nipple, sucked it, teased it with his teeth until it almost hurt, then sucked on it again; a hand fondling her breast from below, the other scratching her back under her unfastened shirt, feeling her skin, leaving marks she'd still felt the day after, remembering him.

Her tempo rose: she was moving up and down on him faster, clenching her thighs to feel better his hardness. Brian could feel his balls completely drenched in her honey, the seat wet under him. He was admiring her breast bouncing in front of him, her slender neck stretched in pleasure as her moans grew louder. He knew the other two passengers could have heard them, Sabine too if she was aware of what was happening, but there was no way to stop her now, and no way to stop himself anymore.

He placed his hands on her ass and massaged it, helping her ride on his shaft. He could see she had no control anymore, and he was losing his last hint of reason too. Her breath became heavier, her moaning louder, her body began shuddering in the grip of her coming orgasm.

She hugged him, bit his neck and whispered in his hear:

"I'm cumming Brian... I'm cumming... fill me, fill me..."

And Brian just couldn't resist anymore: he felt a wave of anticipation running through his body while she whispered those words in his ear, pushed his cock harder inside her and, when he knew her orgasm was there, when her muscles tightly gripped on his hardness, he let it go.

In the same moment Nina whispered in his ear, in that same moment when she smelled his manly scent again, she blacked out: she was only instinct, there was only her pleasure permeating every cell of her body. She moaned loudly as she felt his sperm filling her, their bond getting finally sealed by their common pleasure, their bodies becoming just ones.

Nina dropped her head on his shoulder: their breath was getting lighter in synch; they were still feeling like one, he was still inside her. It took some time before she was able to speak again, but instead of running away as she'd done until then she just kept kissing Brian's neck, whispering in his ear all her happiness.

It could have been a couple of minutes, as it could have been an hour or more, but after a while Brian - who was now completely awake, aware of that body pressed against his - saw the lights of the U.S. coast below them. 

Their journey was coming to an end.

The muffled voice on the speaker announced they were going to land in a couple of minutes. Nina was not there anymore: she'd gone upstairs a couple of minutes before, after having helped Brian to clean his seat. They were kissing, smiling and laughing together, as if they didn't want to remember the time of their departure was getting closer and closer.

Sabine was now attending her passengers and he could bet she paid him a naughty smile more than once, when passing near his seat in the corridor. She was obviously aware of what has happened, and that smile was a polite way to make it clear to him.

Brian knew the other passengers had probably heard everything too, but didn't care. He prepared his luggage and, when the flight finally landed, waited for the signal, stood up, took his things and lingered around his seat until the other two passengers left the business class, then approached the exit.

Sabine had gone away; at east she was aware of their need of privacy. Brian was not good with goodbyes, but the way Nina smiled to him, the way her whole body was smiling, calmed him down. He squeezed her hand, not sure of what to do, and she just pulled him to her and kissed him on the lips, without saying a word.

He looked at her in the light, trying to carve that moment inside his memories, then left the plane.

There was no need for words.

***

Nina was in her hotel room, finally alone. She used to sleep in the airport hotel when she travelled on that route, so she'd be able to flight back the evening after.

She pulled off her red jacket, threw it on the chair and dived on the bed, exhausted.

It was when she turned her head towards the chair, that she saw it: something was peeking out her jacket's pocket. She sat on the bed and took the tiny piece of paper, then unfolded it with trembling hands.

From his taxi, Brian couldn't see the smile that grew on Nina's lips as she was reading his last message, but he knew she would have found it, eventually. It was destiny: they were meant to be together, again, he was sure of it.

Nina felt her heart sinking as teardrops of joy run over her cheeks: it had been like a dream, but she was holding the proof of its reality. 

She threw herself back on the bed and fell asleep: it was time to dream. Again.