In Flight

Like a bird in flight, before she could get off of of the edge of the bed, he caught her around the waist. Mathilde would not have admitted it even under the prospect of torture, but she leaned into him in compliance and with resistance. 

Were they still not going to talk? She did not really need to know his name, she just wanted the way that he made her feel. It was sublime, and she wanted to be lost in it.

In him for the time being.

He lie back, and he slid her on top of him. He wanted her to ride him, and she was not opposed to that at all. As they had demonstrated previously they worked well in awkward positions. Sliding up over his thighs and lifting herself to put him inside of her was not the most easy position, but it was instinct and she did it. Her eyelashes fluttered over the top of her cheeks, as she took in the sensation of being full of him again. He groaned under her and she felt the vibration of it under her, and it added to her pleasure. He must have felt her go limp because he grabbed her hips. She was sure she would bruise, but she liked that. She liked the feeling of having been used for pleasure.

Even if she did not want to know his name.

Later when she was dressed, and more in control she tried again to flee, but he pulled her back to him and kissed her forehead. He was tender for a stranger and she appreciated that. But then he her turned around and lifted her face up to his. Mathilde was quiet as she looked into his eyes, he looked down at her and she gulped from his sexiness and in anticipation of the potential end of their silence.

 

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The Makeup Dinner

To make up for the dinner that he missed, Rafe had a dinner party at their apartment and invited some intimate friends over for it. Eliza liked intimate dinner parties, and having her husband take care of everything was nice.

She just had to attend, and dress up.

In their room right before the guests came, Rafe cornered her in her bra and garter belt. He reached intimately for her, running his hands over her trimmed pubic hair which was damp at her entrance and he slipped his finger easily into her as she braced herself. Holding onto the dresser, she moved against his hand like putty and he made her come so hard she gritted her teeth.

“More later…” he promised, and smacked her bare bottom.

“Eliza, you are glowing,” Cleo commented later, and Eliza felt her cheeks heat up. She smiled, as she continued to wonder about Cleo. Things that Cleo observed about her, made her wonder if she was a frenemy.

“Thank you,” Eliza smiled and swirled her Cabernet Franc in her glass, before taking a sip to savor the delicious liquid. “You look lovely as well.”

Cleo grinned, and clinked her glass with Eliza’s. 

Oscar walked over with his glass, and as Eliza poured more for him intuitively, she noticed Cleo looking at him—really looking at him. She realized that Cleo liked him. She wondered how Oscar felt about Cleo—he did walk over to the two of them.

“Thank you,” he said and clinked glasses with both ladies. Cleo beamed. 

“Cheers!” she declared giving him a full mouth smile that displayed all of her pearly whites.

Later in the evening, Eliza saw the two of them talking together in an alcove of the apartment. The heat of Rafe’s body stirred her as a distraction from that scene, as he kissed her neck and a flashback of their interlude before the party came back to her and she felt a phantom orgasm remembering her pleasure. 

He was going to give her more later, and she wanted it. Three and a half glasses of wine in and their daughter with Jeanne, Eliza was ready for a night of love. She wondered if Oscar was too as he moved closer to Cleo.

 

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Contortionist

Mathilda sat on the edge of the bed avoiding her reflection. Harry’s associate was still sprawled on the hotel bed, and she was not sure how she was going to escape the room.

She felt trapped.

They had had a good night. He came back later after Harry had left with the other men. She was still at the strip club, and one of the dancers seemed to take a shine to her, and lingered at her pole looking at her. Her dance was slow, seductive and mesmerizing, as she held a lollipop in her mouth which she licked while she danced. Licking the lollipop delicately, she made non-stop eye contact with Mathilda, who smiled and kept the contact going.

When she felt the heat behind her, and saw the dancer’s eyes dart away from her she knew he was there. He kissed the nape of her neck, and held her hair to the side. Mathilda leaned into him, and he pulled her close. 

When he tried to talk to her, she ran her finger over his lips to let him know that no words were needed. He pulled her close, and she was okay with him putting his hand at the small of her back and taking her to his car.

She looked out on the dark night, and they got out at the nearest hotel—which was not the one where he was staying at or the one that she was staying at. They got a room, and even though they used no words…

…Mathilda knew he was in control. He positioned her in ways she did not think she could be positioned, and she accommodated him. Mathilda liked to be told what to do—or made to do what her partner wanted. Her body was pliable for him, and the looks they exchanged let him know she wanted it and her know he was appreciative. 

Feeling like something from a circus, that type of contortion, Mathilda could not even believe the pleasure that she gained from that angle and that he had the stamina to control himself as well and move in and out of her.

But now, sitting on the edge of the bed, Mathilda was not sure if she wanted to leave, but she knew that she could not stay. She promised herself this time no entanglements—she was going to be free.

Free from what exactly? she thought, her long legs still tangled like a contortionist.

 

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Efficient Time-Management

Eliza and Rafe had planned a big night together. They spent time together since Bibi was born, that was not the issue. She was a delight of a baby who slept like they did and on their schedule, so they had time to be together as a couple.

Romantically.

But time without her was still time to be treasured. Eliza was dressed up and ready to go out with her husband, when he called her and told her that he was not going to be able to make their date.

“I am so sorry,” he said and she could hear it in his voice, but it did not make it any better for her as she looked at her dramatically made-up reflection. She had been so excited, and was ready for a night of love with Rafe. She ran her hands over her own body because she was still that hot that she wanted her body touched. She wanted to feel someone trace the path of her heat—even it was herself that had to do it.

Eliza pulled up her dress and even though her body looked different with her pregnancy it was nothing for her to see that she was sexy. Her fuller breasts turner her on with her more pronounced nipples. The stretch marks on her stomach let her know her body had done work, and she had Bibi to show for it. She felt slippery between her legs, and used her fingers to explore herself. As much as she wanted to let it last and let it linger, Eliza could not help herself and her fingers were in and out of her as she pulled at her hardened nipples. She came too quick, but still breathlessly savored the pleasure. Holding onto the wall, she regained her breath and saw the post-orgasmic flush all over her body.

What an amazing way to utilize her time before her husband came home! 

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New Rules

There was a remix of Dua Lipa’s “New Rules” playing, and Mathilda heard the lyrics in her head over and over, 

“Don’t let him in, don’t be his friend.”

When Harry walked over to her she looked at him coolly as if she had nothing to hide—because she did not. She was not the woman he had known—that woman had been gone for quite some time now.

“I know this is a cliché, and you are going to think it is a line but you look a lot like someone I used to know?” he smiled, that smile.

“And in a strip club, would this lady you knew be in a strip club?” Mathilda picked up her drink without looking away from him.

Harry looked intimidated and very unsure. She saw his face fall.

“I just—you really looked like this woman I was in love with.”

“I hear that a lot.”

“I am sure a lot of men have been in love with you.”

“Love is manufactured—it is not a real thing.” Mathilda continued to stare at him. “Something else you want to say to me? Cause I really just wanted to sit here in peace. Alone.”

“Harry?” A tall man walked up behind Harry, and put his hand on his shoulder. “Are you bothering this lady?”

Mathilda grinned because she had met a lot of Harry’s associates but she had never met this man. He was tall and handsome, and he clearly had come over there to make sure that she saw him.

And she did.

He sat down which Harry had not been brave enough to do, but he sat down reluctantly after his associate did. Which made Mathilda smile all the more, but she was not interested in Harry. She did want to respond to the covert advances that his associate was making.

“Well, I am sorry gentleman but I do have to go to the water closet,” she stated with a faux British accent flourish on the end and looked at Harry’s associate for a bit longer than she needed to before she got up and walked away.

Of course he understood he was meant to follow her, and she did not see him at first but he appeared out of the shadows. Mathilda feigned surprise melodramatically, and they both started laughing.

“Harry,” he started. “was never a good closer.”

He pressed her to the wall, and Mathilda looked up at him before he lifted her chin even more with his fingers. Her body melted against his, because she was suddenly just that hot. He just looked at her, and she saw his dark eyes she was going to have to bring out a new set of rules.

 

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Flaunt

“That was a lovely party,” Cleo said.

Eliza had invited Cleo to her apartment. She liked working from home because it gave her time to be with Bibi, who she was holding up in her arms and she could invite colleagues if she liked.

“Thank you,” she said kissing her daughter’s forehead as she did, and Cleo looked at the baby like she was enchanted somehow.

“Bibi is such a lucky little girl, she has you and Rafe as parents and Oscar is a devoted godfather,” Cleo’s smile lingered and Eliza’s eyes widened, she certainly had not meant to flaunt her relationship or Bibi’s relationship with Oscar. 

Thinking about Oscar, she felt a hot flash between her legs. She thought of him making love with her before they lit Bibi’s cake, and how insane it had been because they had not thought about being caught. She thought how she had had to have him right then. She remembered him between her legs, and she felt the heat in her cheeks as she answered,

“Yes, Bibi is a very lucky little girl.”

“Clint and I have been trying to have a baby, but we have not had success yet,” Cleo’s eyes darkened, and Eliza protectively held her daughter. Suddenly, she wondered if Cleo was resentful of her. She had thought she was a friend, but now she was not so sure. 

They continued to work after she put Bubi down, and it was like nothing had happened. But she wondered if the other woman thought she was flaunting her life? She certainly had not meant to do that. 

If Bibi was lucky, so was she. Rafe was also a doting father as well as husband, and she loved him so much. Could not imagine life without him. But she also could not imagine life without Oscar, and she did not feel sorry about that at all.

She loved them both so much…

 

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All of the Drama — Flashback

Next week, will be Mathilda meeting Harry—this week the last time they met…

Sabrina was silent, she wanted to pretend she was a shadow. Harry jumped out of the bed, erection bobbing and wrapped his arms about her. From there, she turned from a shadow to stone. His warm body felt like ice to her, because she was shocked and because she had not been with him for such a long time.

“Sabrina,” he said, looking in her eyes. She looked at him, and beyond him. “I thought you left me, I thought I was alone.”

She supposed she could not fault him for feeling like that since she had not spoken to him in over a month. She had not answered anything he sent, and had been sleeping with Graham the entire time.

“Yes, I am just keeping Harry company,” Harry’s curvaceous partner padded over to them, and put her hand on Sabrina’s. Harry looked at the woman like she was a ghost, and Sabrina remained stony.

“This is Charlotte,” Harry stated as if he had to. “And yes she is just here because you were not.”

“You’re beautiful,” Charlotte said, standing before Sabrina. Sabrina stared as Charlotte moved in closer and closer. Their kiss was soft, and Sabrina felt compelled to put her arms about her.

Sabrina had no idea what she wanted right now emotionally, but sexually with this saucy woman and Harry who she had missed and craved was too tempting for her to say no.

Unlike the foursome that they had had with Gui and Carole with the mirror overhead, the mirror was to the side as she watched Charlotte slither like a python between her legs, all of her curves on view as she did. The mirror captured the dark desire between Sabrina and Harry, as he took her from behind. Charlotte worked herself over thoroughly, as the animalistic coupling took place shifting her on the bed. Harry felt like he always had inside her, but so removed from him he looked different. Even as her body trilled from the resounding way he made her come, she knew that she would not stay there after.

There was nothing to talk about.

It was a dark symphony, as her trilling still from orgasm body shakily rose from the bed. Charlotte still slithered on the covers, and Harry looked and sounded thunderous as he said, “No!”

In the mirror, it looked like a pornographic opera that would never take centerstage at the Met, but was more dramatic than anything that could ever be presented there.

 

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Motivation and Wishes

Eliza’s motivation when she invited Oscar over to the party, and in general up to this point was she had wanted him to be close to Bibi. She was not completely sure that he could not have been her daughter’s father but she knew how she planned on raising her.

But Oscar had not resisted in calling her on it over and over again—his speculations about it. But none of that mattered now as he pressed her to the wall in the dark room, slipped inside her and she could not catch her breath from the shock and the pleasure. They made love like a detailed mechanism engineered to perfection. Their bodies moved as if they were meant to do this together all the time and they moved like they like a sleek, shiny machine.

But with feeling.

He did not let her go as they moved apart, and he made her look at him so she looked into his eyes disheveled and still breathing heavy from their lovemaking.

“Eliza…” he breathed, and kept looking at her. 

“I have to go back—the cake…”

Eliza adjusted her clothes and her hair and kissed Oscar before she walked out the sound of her heels like thunder in the otherwise silence and went to get the decorative cake. It was multi-colored and said Bibi with flowers. She put a multi-colored candle on top, and walked out into the dimmed room that lit up when she walked in. Oscar and Rafe were with Bibi, who squealed when she saw her as she always did when she saw her mother. Cooing and laughing, she glowed like a little angel over the cake as she, Oscar and Rafe blew out the candles on the cake. 

What wishes had been made? Eliza mused as the sweet birthday smoke hit her nostrils.

 

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When Harry Met Mathilda…

Mathilda only went to the club because she was bored. Not for any other reason. She did not even want to be touched that night, but it had not prevented her from looking.

The club catered to voyeurs and maybe she was sort of one, but her interest here was really just to go to a different place than she had been going to. She had exhausted all of her options at her regular haunt, and it was just truly exhausting to be there. 

Tonight she sipped Montepulciano, and watched couples move together in the light and the shadows. There was one man, she couldn’t quite describe it but he drew her to him. Maybe it was the vibe he gave off like he did not want to be there. He was sitting with several other men, and he watched everything that was going on. And she got it—business trip and the mandatory pit stops that required a strip club or a place like this. 

This man was literally face to face with two women licking each other like ice cream. It was rather sexy to watch the two curvy women go at it. They made it look so real, like they could not keep their hands off of each other.

Harry used to tell her about stories like this when they were together. They would watch porn with stripper themes after sometimes, and he would look vacant while she tried her best stripper moves on him to entice him. It always worked, and she always ended up being rewarded with the pleasure he had not displayed on his business trips or before the porn.

Mathilda had enjoyed sex with Harry so much, she had loved him and maybe if things had not gone the way that they had she would have stayed with him.

Stayed for once and not run away from her life.

She put her glass down, and suddenly the bored businessman turned around.

Mathild dropped her glass, and the crash of glass did not make anyone really stop. Except for that man.

Harry…

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One Year Old

It was her own fault, she had let it happen.

It was Bibi’s birthday party, and the secret that Eliza learned was that that young it was really just an adult party. She and Rafe catered the entire thing, and there was flowing liquor which made everyone happier.

She was starting to work from home, so she even invited some of her coworkers to the party and it was lovely. Bibi looked like a doll,  and she enchanted everyone. She looked like a mini her, and it was clear that Rafe doted on their little girl. 

And Oscar, he was her godfather and was as easy with her daughter as if she was his. She saw Bibi, on his lap, and Oscar’s love for her was so obvious.

Eliza turned to tiptoe out of the room, but Bibi went exposed her and she could not help but pick her up and kiss her belly which made her squeal with delight. 

Oscar stood up next to her,

“She is beautiful, just like her mother.”

Eliza smiled, and handed her baby to Jeanne who had walked into the room. She was going to follow her sister and daughter, but she felt Oscar’s hand on her shoulder.

“I have to ask you again Eliza, is she mine?”

Eliza swallowed and looked up at him. She could smell the soft Laphroaig on his breath, and his hand dug into her not with pain but with passion.

“Rafe is my husband and her father, I told you that.”

“Eliza—” he started, but then moved his hand and kissed her neck.

She couldn’t take that from him right then, but he kissed her and sucked on the soft skin there. Eliza closed her eyes, and imagined how many times she imagined if she had married Oscar and he was Bibi’s father. Not because she did not love Rafe, but because she could have made that happen.

She did not.

“Oscar—”

“I need you,” he breathed, and she heard him unzip his pants. 

That sound was Pavlovian, she wanted what it meant so much. In the dark corner of the apartment, it was just the two of them and she wanted it.

He always made her world spin, but she did not want it to spin out of control…

 

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