Rewrite

If Rafe could have rewritten his life, he would have written Kelly out of it. He was in bed with Eliza and Alessandra, it had been an amazing threesome. He and Eliza had never shared partners before Oscar, and now with Alessandra was equally as amazing if not more so because he and Oscar did not really interact with each other like he and Alessandra had.

As soon as he got dressed, Eliza behind him, he got messages from Kelly. The preview indicated that they were images from Kelly and made him put his phone away. 

He did not look at his messages until he was at work because he was with his wife and he wanted to give her all of his attention. The threesome made them speak in a silent language—lingering gazes, accidental and intentional touches and extra closeness.

But when he picked up his phone and he saw Kelly’s pictures—his mind was blown. 

She was completely naked in the pics, showing off her post sex body like something out of extremely graphic porn. The cherry on top was a video of her masturbating which was like a train wreck—he felt compelled to watch to its and her completion.

He did not answer her texts and knew that she had her texts on receipt.

He did not care.

When he met Kelly, she had seemed like someone he could be close friends with. Once he realized she was not what she seemed and her subtle comments disparaging Eliza he was done. Anyone he got involved with had to respect Eliza, she was his wife. She allowed their marriage to be open when they had both cheated on each other so long ago. It kept them solid and he planned on spending forever with her.

Jeanne, his sister-in-law texted him, and he was tempted to ask her about Kelly, but he decided it was not something he wanted to ask her about.

Have you heard about Kelly O? You guys were friends, so was wondering if you heard the news?

He put his phone down when he saw her text, he was afraid to see what he needed to hear about Kelly O…

 

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Mischief

Kelly did not want to end up alone. It was bad enough that she has missed Rafe and she could only guess where he was…

But she did not want to sit alone in the nook of her house with her books. She was still dressed hot enough for a night out so she went back out. Returned to the bar where she had been not stalking, but rather looking for Rafe. She was sure that Oscar was gone by now and if he was still there then he had seen her already for the night.

Oscar was not there, but there was another man of his ilk sitting in the chair he had sat in hours earlier smoking a cigar. Kelly walked over to him, stood for a while and looked at him.

“Do you have another?” she said, letting her leg touch his.

He handed her one, and she sat on his lap.

“How much?” he said, putting his arms around her waist.

“I’m not a working girl,” she smirked, feeling a bit of mischief. “But we can role play that if you like.”

“Even better.”

Kelly went home with him, she still felt so cold inside. Even though she was with someone. He could not keep his hands off of her, she had to admit that he did know what he was doing and she got in the mood pretty quickly.

“You look sad,” he said, slipping his hand under her dress which she pulled up completely. His eyes widened as he touched her. She was not wearing any underwear.

She never did. 

It surprised her that he was sober enough to notice her mood. She was sad, she was not alone, but she was still sad.

And cold inside.

He took her hand while he still finger fucked her and they spread their bodies over his large bed. It was nice really, it felt good mechanically. Kelly came because he was good at it.

But inside of her was cold, like a corpse or a vampire.

In the morning she was still in his bed. She had been too lazy to leave.

Kelly did not care if he was there or not in the dim room with the blackout shades. She just sunk into his bed all the more, reached for her phone and texted Rafe photos of her post sex. To let him see what he had missed and to let him know she was not just sitting around waiting for him.

That was the real game she was playing last night.

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Dead or Alive

Kelly ran her hands over the spines of her favorite books in her reading nook. She needed to be comforted after her abrupt departure from the bar Rafe was at.

She could kick herself for how she fucked up that situation with him. Looking like a gold digger by asking him to not use a condom when they had sex. But he knew her, she gad gotten him hard why did he suspect the worst of her?

They had been canoodling all night up until he saw his wife Eliza go off with friends of hers. Kelly figured she had finally gotten him, they were going hot and heavy until her mistake…

Kelly sent him nonstop texts to apologize after and he told her that he did not want anything more from her.

But Kelly could not accept that.

When she made friends with Rafe Morton, she had wanted more. She hung around him and waited—as just a friend—because she knew she could get him. 

But when her big chance came she blew it.

She had been trying to see him in person. Using all of her intel with friends and colleagues, and sometimes just flat out stalking him.

Tonight had been one of those nights and when he left the bar, she had tried to follow him. But Oscar saw her.

They looked at each other for a bit, and then she went to the ladies room. In the mirror, her face looked like a tipsy deer caught in the headlights. She ran out of the bathroom and into a car home.

Ending up here alone and still sad that she had not gotten any close to Rafe. 

She would, she thought to herself getting up from her nook.

Kelly always got her man—dead or alive…

 

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Act Three

Eliza was not sure how it happened, but her girl’s night with Alessa ended up being a threesome with her husband and Alessa. 

Rafe showed up at Alessa’s with scotch on his breath and kiss.

“Hey handsome,” Eliza said, kissing him. She wore something lacy of Alessa’s that was like nothing she owned. 

Rafe kissed her and squeezed her bottom. Alessa was pacing and on her phone texting wildly.

“So how did you end up here?” she asked her husband with a mischievous grin.

“I missed you, all those sexy pictures you sent and it was kind of an unspoken truth or dare with the guys like ask Eliza if you can come over.”

“I would never say no to you,” she said and hugged him, his hard body against her soft skin made her feel safe and aroused.

“Hi Rafe,” Alessa said, walking over to them.

His eyes widened because there they were. The three of them standing together. Eliza and Alessa were both wearing Alessa’s super sexy lingerie which made Eliza’s at home look tame and her own was pretty sexy.

But Alessa’s had so much cutouts that she was barely wearing anything. Rafe had never seen Alessa naked before so Eliza could see that he was looking at her because she was there like ripe fruit. Alessa told her that Rafe was super sexy and the three of them could have a very good night.

“Did you have fun with the boys?” Alessa asked. Rafe looked down at her and nodded. “Ready for fun with the girls?”

His eyes lowered a bit since her full practically bare breasts were almost pressed to him.

“Yes,” he said.

Alessa stood on her tiptoes and Eliza watched her breasts crush against Rafe as they kissed. It was a turn-on for her to watch them because she had been with both of them and now they were together. Kissing like they had been in the desert, and it was their first reprieve. Eliza knew both of their charms so she knew that it was going to be incendiary between her husband and her girlfriend.

And that was the beginning of their threesome. Act three for her because she and Alessa had been at it all night, but there was always room for dessert!

 

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Boys Night Out

Leon decided to invite Rafe and Oscar out for drinks. The three of them drank scotch and at first talked about work and sports. It was because of Leon who upon getting a text from Alessa—a selfie of her and Eliza in bed—that the talk about the girls came into it.
He showed the picture on his phone to Rafe and Oscar. It was a sexy one, they were both naked and smiling at the phone camera.
Leon liked this about Alessa, he liked everything about her. He had been close to her for a long time. When they started a relationship, it was his fairy tale come true. That he lived with her now and they had an open relationship that was loving and kind made him happy.
He had no desire to possess her like a thing he owned. Leon was happy to be with her and see the world through her eyes. That was why she was so affective as an artist because she was able to create that bridge between her vision and her audience. She was a magician.
In her personal life too, he was sitting with two men who were so different from him because of her.
“They are gorgeous,” Leon said.
Oscar nodded.
Rafe took a sip of his scotch,
“If only my phone was filled with beautiful women…”
“Is that Kelly again?” Oscar asked grimly, and Rafe nodded.
“Kelly who you left with that night when Alessa, Eliza and I went home?” Leon asked, taking a sip of his scotch.
Rafe nodded.
“I went to her place but nothing happened with her. Eliza was right about her, but she keeps texting me to give her another chance.”
“Well she is beautful Rafe…” Leon smirked. “So you cannot say your phone is not filled with beautiful women.”
“I’m not intersted,” Rafe shrugged. “It actually made me closer to Eliza.”
“Well that is good, you’re married to her and have Bibi,” Leon’s eyes moved quickly to Oscar. “The three of you work.”
Rafe nodded, putting his phone down.
“Guess threesomes are a good thing…” Oscar started off.
The silence was thick since Rafe was the only one who had not had a threesome with Eliza and Alessa.

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Alessa’s Story II

Sunset was when Alessa felt most alive. What was hidden in the dark always came to the light but until then it was hidden. Alessa had been told she was headstrong and difficult but her mother had believed that she had what it took inside of her to be something or nothing.

She was something.

Getting out of bed and looking down at Eliza, Alessa felt like her heart was swelling with emotion. She had waited so long to be with her and now they were together. 

She loved her so much.

Alessa walked over to her dresser.

The one she kept locked.

On her knees, naked, she opened the tiny gold box that was in the bottom drawer. The picture of her mother against the black velvet inside always made her cry and her origin story was even worse.

Her real origin story, but she did not want anyone to feel sorry for her. The important part was she was an artist. That was her blood. 

Alessa closed the box, and sat back on her heels. She locked the drawer and placed the fancy key under the dresser where she kept it in plain sight. 

Alessa stood up and wrapped her arms about her. Eliza was looking at her. She wondered how long she had been looking at her? Did she see the gold box? Maybe she would have to move it to the other dresser. That was something she risked any time she opened that drawer while someone was sleeping over.

Leon knew the entire story, He knew everything, only because he saw her with the box and she had not been in the mood to make up another origin story.

“Come back to bed,” Eliza said and she did. Her mind raced faster than the speed of light, in time with her heart.



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Alessa’s Story I

Alessandra left home at a young age. There was no abuse, but she was too headstrong for home life. Parents telling her what to do. She hitchhiked which she knew was crazy, but she did it thinking she would only get in a decent car.

As if that made a difference. But for her, it did make a difference. The first expensive car she saw, she got in. The driver was hot. A young arrogant artist, who asked her if she wanted to go to Italy with him.

She did.

Their relationship was insane.

“But it was his sister Xtina that I was in love with. She was beautiful and also an artist. I slept with them both for a long time, but then my art got serious and I moved on.”

Eliza stared at Alessa like she had never met her before. Alessa had told her a lot about her life before. About the Botticelli’s Venus-like start of her career. But the before–her parents, who were both dead, she never really talked about.

“I was adopted,” Alessa told Eliza when she asked her. “Not officially. It was my mother’s sister who had me and then she disappeared. My mother always said I was headstrong like her sister. Said I was going to either be something amazing or absolutely nothing.”

Eliza wrapped her arms around Alessa, she looked beautiful but troubled. Maybe that was always the look that she had? No one ever felt like they could have a handle on her.

Alessa looked at her with a soft smile,

“Any more stories I can tell you to put you to sleep?” 

Eliza pressed her body to Alessa’s under the sheets.

“There is nothing boring about you my love.”

Alessa kissed her. The kiss was nothing about sex or lovemaking. It was a thank you. Eliza had been friends with Alessa for a long time, but being lovers deepened their relationship and she felt like they had their own language.

 

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Spring Bouquet

Eliza looked at the fresh cut flowers on the table. Alessa and Oscar had gotten her flowers. What an amazing night it had been! She left Alessa’s with Oscar, holding her bouquet of roses. She held hands with him all the way and kept checking in with him to see how he felt. 

This was the second time that she asked him to be in a threesome with her. When she met him at the hotel bar, he had seemed so much more demanding. So much more like sometone who would never concede to not one, but two threesomes.

But their relationship had changed so that they wanted what the other wanted—which was usually him wanting what she wanted.

“What is your wildest fantasy that you want me to fulfill with you? I want to do something that you never told me or have told me and blow your mind!” She turned to him suddenly.

He squeezed her hand and laughed.

“Last night blew my mind and you asked for me! It is like you know everything I want.”

“Do I?”

They stopped to kiss.

“I really love you,” he said and the sound of her flowers crushing as he hugged her close and feeling how he felt about her hard aroused her.

They got in the car home, and chose not to get their usual driver but to get a car from another car service. They were not hiding anything, but it was nice to do something wild and not do it in front of people they would see again.

Like getting into that car, putting her bouquet on the seat where she would have sat next to him and instead sitting on Oscar’s lap. He hissed as she did and kissed her back. They used the one-way window in the back, as Oscar adjusted her on his lap. 

There was not a need for full-blown sex but they definitely dry humped, his hands all over her body. Eliza touched whatever she could of him from her seated perch on his lap.

She picked up her bouquet after. They got out of the car neat and secretly satisifed.

Looking at the flowers neatly on the table now made her smile a sweet secret smile.

 

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Interpretation of a Dream

Oscar lie in bed after his threesome with Eliza and Alessa. Eliza was pressed up against him and he kissed her temple. Alessa was lying in disarray—she had always been wild to sleep with whether it was just sex or literally just sleeping with her.
But Eliza slept like an angel against him and he thought about the first time he saw her in that hotel bar. She was so beautiful but she looked ripe for the picking. Like she wanted something more than what she had, even though with her beauty and composure you would assume she had everything she wanted.
But that night she wanted him, and there had not been a point since then that they were not somehow entangled. So much so that he now lived with her and Rafe, the three of them often sharing a bed.
Now he had had sex with her and Alessa, watched them make love because he believed that Eliza loved Alessa and that Alessa loved Eliza so it was not just sex.
But lying in bed with Eliza, he knew he was deeply in love with her. Had possibly had a child with her but accepted that he would have a precious role in Bibi’s life but not be her father.
And Eliza would never be his wife but they were as close to it as they could be and he wanted what he had with her forever.
Her eyes opened suddenly as if she had been pretending to be asleep. She looked at him soberly, and he looked at her gorgeous body which he and Alessa had enjoyed. Eliza crawled over him and kissed him with no less if not more passion than she had kissed Alessa. He was hungry for her as she covered him. This was his interpretation of a dream come true.
With Eliza.

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Proposition Fulfilled

Oscar sat on the couch, his tie loosened and belt undone. This time he had watched Eliza and Alessa work up to what was before his eyes. He took a sip of his scotch and placed his hand on his crotch.

Watching two women who he had been so close with making love, learning each other’s bodies like he knew their bodies already was so intimate and arousing. 

Eliza told him she had never been with a woman before, but the way she was kissing, caressing, and licking Alessa made her look like she had only ever been with women. Alessa played with her own breasts while Eliza’s face was buried between her legs and she looked at Oscar.

It was evident that he wanted to take her up on her proposition—being here was the evidence of that.

He had told Rafe with Eliza what the three of them had planned to do. Rafe’s response was sober.

“Eliza and I are constantly expanding our relationship, I want her to feel as fulfilled as a woman as she can.”

Eliza squeezed Rafe’s hand. Oscar studied Rafe further. His potential affair with Kelly had been a disaster, and Oscar noted something seemed changed about him. Eliza saw it too, he could tell from her eyes when she looked at Rafe. But Rafe was not saying anything and neither of them was going to push him. 

Instead, Oscar had been pushed if he wanted to use that word into a threesome with Eliza and Alessa. Eliza crawled over to and seeing her on her knees before him was more than he could bear. She moved his hand from his crotch and unzipped him. He whistled a sigh, as she proceeded to lick him the same way that she had licked Alessa without ever looking away from him. Seeing himself in her mouth and watching her lick him the way she did made him grip the sofa. When Alessa walked over to them, he knew he had made the right decision.

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