10 comments/ 30326 views/ 3 favorites Addendum to Phoebe's Sex Manual By: LeeScarlet Addendum to Phoebe's Sex Manual "It's been ten years. You can be sure that my practice has been doing well. Dentists make a good income, especially once their loans have been paid off. You don't have to ask to know that I could augment your lifestyle by a considerable amount." "You think this is about money?" "Isn't it always?" "You make me sound like a whore." There was a note of genuine anger in her voice. Phoebe never raised her voice when she grew angry; she hardened her whisper into a low rasp that ground a man's soul down to powder. Cory knew the sound intimately. He had heard more angry words than gentle ones from those perfect lips during their marriage. After ten years, his soul was still on life support. "You always said that you wanted to find a rich man so that you could be a kept woman." "I said that once when I was twenty. I'm not that person any more. I wasn't that person when I agreed to marry you. I wasn't that person when I put you through dental school–" "Stop right there," he snapped. "Let's get that straight for once and for all. Your lawyer might have convinced that damned judge that you paid for my education but we both know that was a lie. I was more than halfway through when we got married and I had enough support to finish without you. The only reason that you had to go to work was because you burned up every dollar I brought into the marriage buying clothes and makeup." "Whatever," she waved her hand in a gesture of bone-deep weariness. "That's ancient history. My lawyer drew up those spreadsheets. I never looked at them. All I know is that you and I were broke. My lawyer said that I supported you in dental school and that's where all the money went. I took his word for it. If you think differently, then you can go back and read the judge's decision again. I'm not going to revisit that nonsense." Cory couldn't dispute her conclusion that the divorce judgment was complete nonsense. The nonsense began with her lawyer's arguments and ended with the judge's decision. But it was nonsense that had crippled him financially for years. Phoebe had retained a lawyer with a fearsome reputation – Cory suspected that she had satisfied his fee with some personal service in addition to giving him a considerable share of her alimony. Those had been her clubbing years and rumor had it that she was game for almost anything with almost anyone. Cory's lawyer had been a friend from university who had been called to the bar only a month earlier and needed some experience. Cory had obliged by giving him his first divorce case. For hours, Cory had watched his friend get kicked around the courtroom like a hacky sack, and then listen to the judgment that striped him of a considerable portion of his future earnings for years. The only mercy in the whole process was that Phoebe had accepted a lump sum in lieu of monthly payments. She was greedy enough to want as much money as possible as soon as possible. Cory borrowed heavy to get her out of his life and had lived like a pauper for five years while he paid down the loan. Now that he was back in the black and doing well, he tried not to revisit those painful years. Done was done. Letting go of his anger was hard but he was determined to do it. He had made a conscious decision to drop his lust for revenge a few years ago when he woke up in the middle of the night and realized that his anger was only hurting himself. No one else, not Phoebe, not her lawyer, not the judge, no one, cared if he was eaten alive by his anger in the middle of the night. Now she was sitting in front of him, beautiful as a portrait of Aphrodite and swearing that she had changed. Maybe she had. Maybe he could put that to a test. "I have a proposition for you," he said. Her eyes glittered with interest. "What kind of proposition?" "A sexual proposition. You and I expressed a difference of opinion tonight. I think that it can be reduced to a pair of simple statements. You say that you can enjoy sex with a nice guy simply for pleasure. I say that you will always use sex as a tool to pry money out of a man, one way or another." "Is that what you say?" She arched her eyebrows. "That I'm a prostitute? That's rather blunt." "I base that on what I saw of you ten years ago. You say that you've changed but I find that hard to believe. I propose that we put the question to the test." "I already proved myself. I offered spend the night with you, giving you pleasure freely, accepting that you would abandon me tomorrow. I expect nothing from you, not even a word of thanks. My offer still stands, despite the terrible things that you keep saying about me. I forgive you for that. I know how much you were hurt and I'm strong enough now to look past your insults. Get a room for us and I'll prove myself all night long." "I won't take you back into my bed." He meant it but the words were painful to utter. The primal, sexual part of him wanted her bad. "So what are you proposing?" "A bet." "What kind of bet?" "I bet that you can't have a love affair with a man without demanding something from him. That you can't be generous to any man with your sexual favors and then walk away and leave him undamaged." "Some other man?" "Right. I'll find someone. You won't have to go to woodworking classes looking for men. I'll introduce you to someone nice. Someone that any woman would be happy to have in her bed." "For how long?" "Let's say a month. You and he can enjoy each other for a month and you won't take a single dollar from him. Or anything else of monetary value." "All I have to do is have sex with a man and not ask him for anything in return? That's it? You don't think that I could do that?" "Not for a minute do I think that you could do that." "Of course I can. What could be easier?" "We'll see." "What are the stakes?" "The stakes?" Cory looked nonplussed. "You said that this was a bet. There has to be stakes. What are we wagering?" "I don't know. I hadn't thought about that." "Say ten thousand dollars?" "No. Absolutely not. The whole point is that you have to do this without expecting any money. Asking me to pay you ten thousand dollars is already proving my point. You can't envision making love to a man without a payoff somewhere." They both thought for a minute, then Phoebe said, "How about this. If I win then you'll do for me what I've done for you. You'll have a love affair with me for a month. You'll not only make love to me, you'll spend a significant amount of time with me, treating me with respect and compassion." "And what if you lose?" he asked. "If you take any compensation from him, cash, jewelry, any gifts worth more than, say two hundred dollars in total, what do I win?" "Then I'll go away and you'll never see me again. I'll move out of the city." He held out his hand and she shook on it. Even that business-like touch excited him. She exuded sexuality from every pore. Addendum to Phoebe's Sex Manual "I'd like to see you without your shirt, now," she said. His eyes never left her body as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it to the floor. "You look so fine. Why don't you take off your shoes and come into the living room?" He followed her and watched her close the living room curtains before turning on a lamp. "Come here and feel me up," she said. "I'm one of those girls with sensitive breasts. I love it when a man feels me up." She stood in the center of the room and gestured for him to come to her. For the next few minutes, they stood close and kissed and petted each other, exploring their upper bodies. No woman had ever spent time playing with his nipples before and he was surprised by how sensitive he was to her touch. Then she hugged him close so that he could feel her breasts pressing against his naked chest and began running her red manicured fingernails over his back, not scratching, just letting him feel the smooth points of her nails explore every ripple of his muscles and every bump of his spine and ribs. He hadn't petted or been petted like this since he was in high school and girls were just beginning to let him explore their bodies. When she finished with his back, she moved up his neck to gently caress his head and face. All the time that she was doing this, she keep looking into his eyes, learning about his body by watching his pupils dilate, his lids flutter, his brows arch, his nostrils flare, and his breathing change in pace and intensity. He was a highly responsive man and that gave her considerable satisfaction. As she worked on him, she thought about how to proceed. She had three options: send him home frustrated and wait for him to call her for a second date to finish what she had started; proceed with slow petting, going for pants and skirt next, and eventually end up in bed the traditional way; or go for something radical and exciting. She didn't yet know him well enough to be certain which option would work best but she had promised him an adventure so she decided to try the third option. Besides, she was still worried about the ghost of his dead wife and she didn't want to do anything that would remind him of her. She dropped her hand below his waist and caressed him through his pants. He was as hard as a rock. Just what she needed. "I don't want to wait a second longer," she said. "I want you right now, right here. Get your pants off and take me hard like an animal." She didn't wait for him to respond but turned her back to him, pulled her pantyhose off, and hiked her skirt up to her waist, baring her rear. She bent over to grab the end of the coffee table and spread her legs wide, making her sex available to him. "Do me," she said. "Take me now. Fast and deep and hard." He wasted no time dropping his trousers to release himself, then stepped behind her and pushed himself against her opening. "Do me," she said, straining her normally quiet voice to maximum volume, giving it a hoarse, desperate quality. "Hard." She was wet enough from the anticipation and fondling to admit him easily. He thrust himself all the way home. "Hard," she cried. "Pound me hard." He pounded her hard. All the time Roger was pounding and grinding into her, she kept urging him on, growling at him in her hoarse voice, "Harder. Deeper. Faster." He grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against him. She braced against the glass and steel coffee table to push back against him, forcing him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. She needed as much stimulation against her inner lips as she could get and she urged him to provide it. He held up his end of the deal. As he reacted to the stimulation of the friction and began to moan, she reached between her legs and began stimulating her own clit. Her words became incoherent shrieks as his moans deepened into basso groans. Her ass was bucking wildly against his grinding hips when the two came together. She felt him pulsing into her and pushed back to take as much of him as their position allowed. When he began to flag, he pulled back and she sank to her knees, her sweat-soaked head resting on the cool coffee table. He sank with her and rested his head on her back. When she regained her breath, she whispered, "That was terrific. I needed that so bad. Thank you." He ran his hands over her shoulders in a soft caress and laughed softly. "You're welcome." After a minute, he added, "I've never met anyone like you." That was a given, but she took it as a compliment. After resting like that for a few minutes, she said, "Would you like to spend the night with me or would you rather go home to rest?" "I'd like to spend the night." That was the right answer. They slept naked, touching each other all night. This was going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. For a month.