3 comments/ 4348 views/ 0 favorites The Love Affairs of Harmony Jones Ch. 05 By: harmonyjones A big thanks to everyone who has commented, rated, favourited, and viewed my story. I really appreciate it! Please keep faving and commenting and rating! I really like to know what you think and what you want to see next. In this chapter Harmony receives a special gift from Boyd after a rough day at work. Then she goes to dinner with Boyd and spends the night at his place. While there she has an interesting fantasy and experiences an intriguing pleasurable phenomenon. Keep reading. It only gets better. The chapter after this will blow your mind! ---------- With our jobs and just life in general, four weeks flew by. My lease would be up in two months, so I started packing little by little in my spare time. I felt sure that once I was moved in, a proposal could not be far away. When I was bored or having trouble sleeping I looked at wedding gowns and reception venues online. I didn't make any plans, or tell Boyd was I was doing. I didn't think he'd like it if he found out I was planning a wedding without a groom. I was confident because in the weeks leading up to Greer's party, Boyd was showering me with gifts like never before. I thought that surely it was all leading up to an engagement ring. He bought me a cushion cut diamond and morganite rose gold cocktail ring with matching earrings, a gift certificate for one of the best day spas in town (which I used on a seaweed wrap and a facial), a cashmere cardigan, a new iPod, and a Chanel handbag. All that was missing was the partridge in a pear tree. I knew he was feeling bad for the situation he was putting me in, and I felt bad for accepting his gifts. As the weeks went by, I felt more and more like a slut for cheating, and a whore for being willing to sleep with Boyd's boss to help him get ahead. But I really wanted to prove to myself that I deserved Boyd. Even though I felt bad about cheating, I still texted Chad the day after Boyd told me about Greer and the orgy. I told him I was glad he was home safe, but that I had a boyfriend and we both should probably not keep in contact. Chad just sent me a frowny face and said he hoped I would keep his number, "just in case." I don't know why, but I scribbled his number down on a sheet of paper and put it in my makeup case before deleting my text history. Me and Kallie hadn't spoken. Not a call, not a text, not an email. I had heard through friends that she'd gotten back together with Eric. I wasn't too surprised or hurt. In a way, I knew our friendship was over the moment we'd walked into the hotel. We'd enjoyed ourselves too much to go back to just being friends. It was truly a loss. She had introduced me to a lot of awesome people, especially her friends in the clubs we liked. I trusted her a lot and she was really fun. But at the time I was so busy with work I didn't have time to mourn the end of our friendship. About a week after telling me about the party, Boyd received a formal invitation with all the details. I had predicted it would be held at Valhalla, and sure enough I was right. It was to be what my college friends called an "ABC party". At the time, I had no idea how Greer knew about ABC parties since he was in his mid-fifties. I was still young enough to believe that all things sexy and creative were invented by my generation. The premise was that everyone was to wear Anything But Clothes. No underwear, no real clothing. Anything to cover the body was to be fashioned out of other materials. My college friends went to these parties all the time, and I'd helped Iggy make costumes out of random objects like paper plates, or empty cardboard beer cases. I had to admit it was pretty appropriate for an orgy. Boyd and I had been working on our costumes together and so far were pleased with our own creativity. We were being helped by my friend, Alissa, who was studying fashion and was great at sewing. We didn't talk about what I would have to do with Greer. We threw ourselves into our jobs and planning our outfits to avoid thinking of the purpose for my invitation. I think that Boyd had decided not to think about it. I thought maybe we could just let it go, and then afterwards we could pretend that nothing had ever happened. Maybe we would both be so happy together that it wouldn't even matter, and we could eventually forget all about it. That month I had some unexpected expenses. Moving is expensive and I had to pay to reserve a date for the movers to come and get my stuff, the door locks on my crappy car stopped working and I had to get those fixed, also I'd left on some lights when I was on my work trip so my power bill was through the roof. I needed to book some extra jobs. I was in demand more than ever once I'd added the shots from my trip to my online portfolio. J.J. Jeremy had booked me three times that month, and Byron wanted me back too (even after his comments that I was difficult to work with), and I had a lot of offers from people I'd never worked with. I was booked up twelve to eighteen hours a day, four days a week. I was modeling everything from fetish lingerie to swimwear. I also had a ton of regular lingerie and nude work. I was also working on a project for shirts, calenders, and posters for my fansite. I was trying to get those out so I could have a stream of somewhat passive income in addition to my modeling jobs. I was so busy with all the exercise and beauty treatments to keep up my looks, plus my shoots that I was always exhausted when I came home. Boyd was also really busy with work (trying to handle the new merged company account), so I didn't spend as much time as usual at his house. We barely were able to fit in time to work on our costumes with Alissa. Prestwick was a thirty minute drive (in good traffic) outside of Atlanta, and most of my jobs took place in the city. I didn't have time to drive back and forth in and out of town to get to my jobs. I stayed at my apartment in the city to make sure I was on time. Plus all of the things I needed for my extensive beauty regimen were still at my place. It was just more convenient. I figured once I moved in with Boyd the distance from town wouldn't matter, since I wouldn't have to take on as many jobs because I wouldn't have to pay rent and utilities anymore. About a week before the party I came home one night after a really difficult shoot (J.J. was shooting a latex fetish calender. I'd worn a latex corset that day which had cinched my waist down to twenty-one inches. I was sore for a week.) and barely made it up the three flights of stairs to my apartment. I had a note stuck in my door from my landlord saying there was a package for me in his office. I had thirty minutes before the office closed to get down there and I was really sleepy. I decided to wait until the next morning to pick it up. As I walked inside I checked my texts, and I had one from Boyd which said, "Did you open your gift yet?" I put two and two together and realized the package downstairs had to be from Boyd. He would be disappointed if I texted him back with a no. So I ran as best I could down to my landlord's office to get my package. The box was snowy white and about the size of the freezer compartment on my fridge. It was very lightweight though, and I made it back up the stairs without a problem. I noticed the address was from the same address of the lingerie shop I'd visited while in the Virgin Islands, Swanderlust. There was a huge swan taking flight embossed on the box. It turned out that Boyd liked my new bra and panty set from Swanderlust so much that he bought more sets for me and had them gift wrapped and delivered to my apartment. I was delighted! I opened the box, which was filled with peach-colored perfumed tissue. The smell coming from the box was heavy with rose and spices, a lightly sensual aroma which immediately relaxed me. I carefully pulled back the tissue to reveal four sets of lingerie with layers of tissue in between each set to cushion and protect them. The first set was exactly like the bra and panties I already had, but in a different color. Instead of a dusty grey mauve, this set was a light pistachio green lace with emerald velvet trim. They were truly beautiful. A real work of art and dedicated craftsmanship. I held the bra and panties for long time, just staring at them. After all the money Boyd had already spent in gifts, I could hardly believe that he would do something like this. But I couldn't stop myself. I lifted another sheet of peach tissue from the box and laid it gently on my bed in a neat stack with the others. The second set was more fanciful. It was a babydoll style nightie made from sheer ivory chiffon, just long enough to cover my bottom and a couple inches of thigh. At the neckline of the nightie was heavy pearl beading in the shape of roses, with pale green vines twisting throughout. The straps of the nightie were pale green satin ribbons tied in bows at the shoulders, presumably to untie and let the nightie drop to the floor in one swift motion. The fabric fell in gentle pleats from the beaded neckline. With the nightie was a tiny thong, barely a scrap of the same chiffon fabric. Pale green vines were embroidered across the top with a small beaded rose in the center. I could imagine wearing this on a special occasion, like an anniversary or Valentine's Day. I was impressed with the detail and workmanship, and began to wonder what Boyd had been thinking as he made his selections for the order. The third set was more casual. Cute, but comfortable enough to wear under jeans and a tank top any day of the week. The panties and bra were both made from a super soft lyrca and cotton blend, both were white with black swans screen printed all over them, with a bit of white lace trim on the top of the panties and cups of the bra. At this point I was really starting to wonder what Boyd had on his mind. I imagined him going through the Swanderlust online catalog, looking through pages and pages of gorgeous models wearing next to nothing. Did he look for models who looked similar to me to find the best lingerie to compliment my body? Or did he just pick what he thought looked sexiest? Maybe he just picked at random? The fourth set was completely over the top. I remembered seeing it on a mannequin in the shop the day that I bought my first Swanderlust bra and panties. It was more than just underwear. It was a masterpiece. I supposed it was inspired by swans, since it was all white with feathers. The main piece of the costume (because this definitely was no longer simply lingerie) was a teddy which laced up the back like a corset with white satin ribbons. It was all white with fine mesh panels on the sides, and lace panels in the front and back. The cups of the teddy were made entirely of feathers. Not the floofy marabou kind, they were realistic flat feathers, layered one on top of the other like fish scales. The second piece was a sort of half-skirt or bustle sort of contraption which would only cover the bottom and was also made of feathers. It left the front open and fastened to the teddy using reinforced snaps on the sides. With this were white satin opera length gloves with more white feathers on the tops, a pair of fine white mesh thigh-high pantyhose with white lace tops, and a pair of heels. The heels were about five inches high with a pointed toe and made of white, super shiny satin with a feather made of rhinestones on top. Lastly was a mask which looked like it was made from lace, but it was hard and moulded to fit the shape of a face. It covered just a bit of the forehead, bridge of the nose, and around the eyes. It tied in back with a slim white satin ribbon, and had a sprinkling of rhinestones here and there over the delicate moulded lace. I tried to think what Boyd would want me to wear the swan lingerie for. Anytime I wore something more complicated than a regular bra to bed Boyd seemed to get frustrated or annoyed with how long it took to undress me. Something like this would take forever to get in and out of. I wondered if he'd ordered it before he found out about the orgy's theme, thinking I could wear this. Or maybe the kind of stuff I'd been wearing to bed wasn't his style. Maybe this was more along the lines of what he was into. Though, I wasn't sure if Boyd was really into anything other than plain sex. Instead of texting him back to let him know I'd gotten my present, I undressed from the jeans and sweater I was wearing. I put on the swan screen printed bra and panties, and snapped a couple of photos with the camera on my phone, including a braless one. I sent those to Boyd and then texted him that he could see more the next time I saw him. He just sent me a smiley face. ------------ A few nights later Boyd took me to dinner again. I was relieved to finally get to go out after a long month of work. I didn't have another shoot for a week and a half. I knew we were just going to a casual sushi place so I didn't get dressed up. I wore my most comfy and oldest jeans with my favorite, super soft dark purple tank top and a striped white and grey sweater. With that I wore beige moccasins and my hair down and straight. I didn't wear much makeup, just a bit of mascara and some lipgloss. I was trying to let my face rest from having so much makeup on for shoots. Also, Boyd preferred a nice, clean face. In my overnight bag I packed the Swanderlust nightie from Boyd along with my usual stuff. When Boyd arrived he sat on my couch and flipped channels while I packed some food to take over to his place. He was also wearing jeans, some sneakers, and a long-sleeved navy blue tee shirt. The tee hugged his muscles when he crossed his arms. He always dressed so simply but he never looked out of place or too casual. I thought he looked best in jeans and a tee, or just lounging around the house in pajamas. He said that work was finally slowing down a bit now that the initial work for the merger was done, he seemed confident that after the orgy he'd be a partner. He'd started looking at some new gadgets for his house and car that he was hoping to buy with the raise he expected to get. Over dinner he told me about trips he wanted to take me on. He said once he was a partner he would get more paid time off and vacation days per year, and his head was full of cruises and ski trips and camping adventures. I hadn't seen him so happy in a long time. I guess maybe he was trying to see our situation from the bright side, plus he wasn't going to be the one to put his body on the line. I tried not to think about it and just smiled and agreed with him. I told myself that with everything Boyd would gain, having sex with Greer one time would be worth it. That night at Boyd's I wore the ivory chiffon nightie, and his reaction was exactly what I'd expected. He loved looking at me in it for a few minutes, but once I was in bed it was all I could do to get it off my body without him tearing the fabric. I couldn't get naked fast enough. I tried to ask him to slow down, and I even asked him to touch me for a while before jumping right into sex... but he couldn't contain himself. He told me he needed to have me right then. He promised he would make it feel good for me, and he clumsily fumbled as he fucked me from behind, trying to find my clit. Because his hand was there, I couldn't touch myself. I wanted him to stop touching me so I could do it myself, so I said, "Let me do it instead, then you will have both hands free and can go harder." That was too much for him. After I said that he came inside me, pulled out, and rolled over. "Hmm mmm tha' wassmazing..." Boyd moaned sleepily as he pulled the blankets up to his chin. "S'tired... cleanupinmornin...washasheetss" I just said, "mm hm" and snuggled up next to his back. He didn't even put his arm around me to snuggle, or hug or kiss me goodnight. As soon as I heard him snoring I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. If he woke up he'd think I went to pee or clean up, but I was sure he was out cold for the night. I turned on the fan so I wouldn't be overheard and risk waking Boyd, and used a lighter in the medicine cabinet to light a candle. I didn't want to turn on the lights and ruin my mood. I tried to take it as a compliment that Boyd couldn't hold back. I tried to tell myself that I must be a super sexy badass if my pussy was so tight he couldn't help himself, and that I should feel good that I was so hot in my new lingerie that he wanted to have me right away. But I had a hard time convincing myself. I felt like I was being used (which was hot at first, but it had been the same for the last two years) and I thought if he really loved me and cared about me then he would want to see me satisfied. He would want to please me the way I pleased him. I started to feel angry at him for being selfish, and angry at myself for putting up with it. But I didn't want to think about it anymore. I was still horny and wet. I had a makeup trunk, about a foot and a half long, seven or eight inches wide, and two feet tall. I kept it at Boyd's house so I always had supplies there. It had some makeup and toiletries in it, a curling iron, and some pads and tampons. But it had a false bottom too. About five inches of the bottom was a secret compartment. Just tall and long enough to fit a small bottle of lube and one of my favorite vibrators. Tonight I didn't need the lube since Boyd came inside me. I didn't know how Boyd would feel if he knew what I did... he had no idea. It was pretty much a ritual of mine to masturbate afterwards every time we had sex. Sometimes I would hurry him along so he would come and I could go to the bathroom to be alone. I didn't want to tell him and make him feel bad, or ruin the secret which made it such a turn on for me. It had been a long time since I'd had sex or masturbated so I climbed into the bathtub and laid down. I wanted to be able to clean up any messes by running a bit of water, just in case Boyd woke up. The tub in the master suite was a very deep, ellipsis shaped whirlpool bath with a large tile extension all around it with a little bench. It was set into a rounded area surrounded by frosted glass windows. Boyd let me put scented candles and some orchids around it on the tile. And even though there was not a shower over the tub (there was a separate glass shower a few feet over) there were sheer curtains on a half circle rod for privacy. I closed the curtains and was completely surrounded. I laid down flat on the hard ceramic of the tub. It was freezing cold. It shocked my sleepy limbs and my mind began to awaken. I knew after a while the ceramic would warm with my body heat. The tub was not nearly long enough for me to lay down in, so it was a little uncomfortable. My legs were too long so I placed them so I was laying in a supine position. I grabbed my vibrator (a purple rabbit style vibe with rotating beads and a little rabbit shaped clit stimulator) and tried to relax. I held my vibe by the rabbit, and pushed it inside me. It wasn't as big or thick as Boyd, but it could reach my g-spot perfectly. Holding the rabbit, I fucked myself hard, pumping in and out of my creamy pussy. By holding the rabbit it created some momentum of its own, hinging back and forth. After a moment, I stopped and took a few deep breaths, still trying to relax. I turned on the phallic portion of the vibrator and felt it circling around my tight walls, making a soft whirring noise. I turned the intensity up as high as it would go, and felt the beads rotating quickly and massaging my g-spot. This was almost enough to make me come, but not quite. I placed my right foot against the bottom of the vibrator to hold it in place so my hands would be free. I turned on the little rabbit to the lowest intensity setting and its muzzle began to vibrate. I set the mode for what I thought of as "cascade mode", where the intensity would increase from lowest to highest, then highest to lowest, and back again. I took some more deep breaths as I opened my slimy pussy lips to allow the little rabbit access to my clit. I was already so swollen from before that the lightest touch gave me shivers. My legs were quivering and I had to bite my lips to stop from crying out as the intensity increased. The Love Affairs of Harmony Jones Ch. 05 I had been secretly fucking off for so long that it was easy for me to remember to be perfectly silent, I was even able to control my breathing. All this made it hard to simply orgasm though, I had to think... to concentrate. Even though the vibrator was doing all the work for me, I still needed some sort of mental stimulation too. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing. As I used my fingers to guide the rabbit and hold it in place, I began to fantasize. Various random sexual images and memories flashed before my mind's eye. The cocks of past lovers, images from porn videos I'd watched, Morrison's polariod, Kallie's tits, the way Chad ate me, the feeling of my throat being full and semen pouring past my lips as my face is fucked, a thumb in my ass... I tried to focus on one fantasy or memory. Finally I was able to concentrate on one fantasy I'd had for a while, one I used often when hiding in the bathroom after sex with Boyd. I switched the mode on the vibrator from cascades to constant pressure. I also increased the intensity. I was being fucked hard from behind. I don't know who it was. Boyd was sitting next to me, just watching, frowning and looking sad. The strange man pulled out and slapped my ass, then shoved me over on my back. I was moaning and loving every second. The stranger commanded a woman, a beautiful redhead, to get on her hands and knees between my legs and eat me. "EAT HER SLOPPY CUNT", he yelled. Squealing with delight, I laid there and she woman devoured my pussy. She ate me like she'd been starving for days. Licking me all over, including my mound and inner thighs. The stranger kneeled over me and fucked my face as the redhead ate me. I tasted my own juices on his cock, and he came in my mouth. I took one hand off the vibrator and felt all around my pussy. I brought my fingers to my lips and sucked them. I began to come, finally, and brought my fingers back down to sample more of the cream gushing out from around the swirling vibrator. I tasted my own come and Boyd's. My orgasm began to fade and I could not stop a small whimper escape my lips. I wanted more. I held the vibrator in place and concentrated, hard. My fingers were beginning to go numb from the vibrations but I did not want to stop. I thought about kissing the beautiful redhead with the taste of the strange man in my mouth, of Boyd watching growing more upset. Boyd being disappointed that he couldn't please me. Jealous of the couple who could fuck me properly... the way I wanted... the way I needed... the way I deserved. I came again. My whole body was clenched tightly with the anticipation of the climax and began to relax in waves, but my legs were shaking violently. It took all my self control to stop them banging against the side of the tub and making noise. Then I began to feel a prickling sensation near my clitoris, almost like I needed to pee. I knew what to do. I kept the vibrator in place and squeezed my pelvic floor muscles like I was doing kegel exercises. This time I did squeal just a tiny bit, barely loud enough to deserve the description of sound. My feet pushed against the ceramic tub. I ejaculated, squirting fluid from my pussy which splashed against the edge of the tub. After the initial gush, the rest flowed out, soaking my hands, feet, and legs. I pulled out the vibrator and even more pungent goo was pouring from between my legs. I turned off the vibrator and gently massaged my dripping wet twat. It was really hot from the friction, everything from my waist down was wet. It was such a turn on that I almost started to try to make myself come again, but I was worried that with more I would be very sore. I didn't want to risk it in case Boyd woke up with a boner. I took some breaths and then brought myself to a sitting position. I rinsed off the the vibrator, myself, and the tub before getting out. After drying myself off and then stowing away the vibe, I made my way back to bed. At last, I was able to sleep.