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Rafe texted Eliza when Kelly was finally exhausted and asleep. He knew very well that his wife thought that the woman next to him was a cunt, but she had allowed him to try to figure out what was going on with him and her.

Kelly definitely had some meaning to him but he had not been able to decipher what that meaning was. He still did not know. Even when his wife had given him space to figure it out.

Kelly woke up. She smiled at him and he smiled back at her. There was something about her, but he could not put his finger on it. She looked at him with innocent eyes, but there was nothing innocent about her as she slowly ran her hand over her upper torso until her fingers slipped between her legs. 

She had been at his disposal since he went home with her. He learned that she liked to be treated rough and borderline humiliated. He had never been with a woman who liked it in the extreme way she did, it was titillating but still a learning curve for him. 

His phone buzzed and he looked at Kelly. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she continued to pleasure herself. Rafe rolled onto his stomach.

It was a text from Alessa.

Have you seen Eliza?

He looked at the message preview on his home screen. He had been texting his wife at this point for almost a day and had not gotten a response from her. They had not had a fight – not a major fight for awhile and the last time it was also about Kelly. 

Beneath him, he could feel the bed vibrate with her movement as she kept touching herself.

“Can you put your hands around my neck?” she asked, touching her neck.

He had done a lot of things with her that were out of the norm for him, but that was too much right now. He was afraid with his frustration that he might hurt her. His hands were unsteady as it was. He wanted to hear from his wife and was not sure why he was in bed with this woman who wanted him to treat her like a cunt.

Kelly rolled onto her stomach, her hands still between her legs as she reached for his belt which she looped around her neck.

Rafe lie on his side looking at her. She had done this before, her eyes were on him as she indicated that she wanted him to watch and that she could do it herself.

He did not even know what he felt anymore as he watched her squirm on the bed, while he squirmed mentally with his thoughts.

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Eliza was lying on the bed in the hotel room. It was a luxe enough hotel that she bought fancy lingerie in the lobby. Vance insisted on buying it and she was in a sluggish enough mood that she let him–let him pick the color and the style too. He was her sole audience for the night, might as well be something that he would want to see on her.

They went to the hotel because she did not want to be alone. Her sister had her Bibi, Oscar was on a business trip and not even Alessa could connect with her on this.

Like Vance could.

They had watched their partners canoodle for half the night and her husband left with a woman who had been nothing but trouble since she came into her life. Eliza had encouraged him to go with her but that was not the point.

Vance however was unexpected and a gentleman of such a level that Eliza was enamored with him. It was not even because he had kissed her so sweetly, but because he was kind to her and it was clear that he was not going to ask her for more.

She was not sure that she wanted more. But being alone with him on that big hotel room king-sized bed–they had kissed already, there was no reason to be precious about their proximity–Vance still asleep in his boxers, Eliza felt longing.

Eliza moistened at the idea of him. Maybe it was the proximity but it did not feel like much of a stretch to be intimate with him. Her body felt extra sensitive against the sheets, as the strap of her slip fell off of her shoulder. Lying on her back she looked up at the rising sun shining bright in the window. She felt movement beside her and realized that Vance was  awake. 

He rolled onto her and then froze.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m not.”

“Eliza,” he smiled. “I do not want to be your consolation prize.”

“I don’t want to know the feeling of having been in bed with you and regretting not having been with you, Vance.”

“If you look at me like that…”

”Like what?” she asked softly knowing full well that her thighs were bare and her cleavage was inviting. “Like what?”

“And say those words to me…”

Eliza sucked on her bottom lip, and Vance covered her. He was hard and she thought she would melt under him. Even in the bathroom at the restaurant where they kissed, she knew she wanted him too. Was it the evening of watching her husband with a woman she hated or just that Vance could charm the pants off of any woman?

Whatever it was, she needed him. She really did not want the feeling of being in bed with him and not having experienced him in every sense of the meaning. It was not easy being in a open relationship at times, but right now it was as Vance was being every bit the rogue to what he had been the gentleman the night before. 

He kissed her breasts and softly bit her nipples before he kissed her and slipped his finger inside of her. Eliza sucked his finger tasting herself on it and then wanted to taste him.

“No,” he said as she kept reaching for him squeezing her lips together and licking them. “Cause if you put your pretty mouth on my dick, I am going to come from that alone. And I want to come inside of you…”

Eliza was not mad at that at all, as he covered her again and she wrapped her legs around him. He caressed her hip as he eased into her. 

That was what she wanted for her memories. Him inside of her making her feel as good as she did right then. She bit and scratched at him and growled with pleasure. Vance looked into her eyes knowingly. He knew he was giving it to her good, and she saw that he loved how out of control she was. That he made her lose control as he stretched her in a way she had never been stretched before.

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“This is not fair Rafe, you are going to do this to me again?”

Kelly stared at him and he knew she was right.

She was on her knees ready to please him. He was mad that Eliza had left with Vance, so he went to Kelly’s apartment which she told him she had not been in since her accident. They kissed desperately by her door, went to the couch and when she got on  her knees he pushed her back.

“You want me otherwise…” she rubbed his arousal through his dress pants with the heel of her hand. “Are you going to make me beg you?”

Rafe turned her chin up to look at him and Kelly’s eyes were wide with anticipation.

“Beg,” he said, unbuckling his own pants. “Show me why I let my wife leave with the guy you are fucking.”

Kelly held his hand and caressed the buckle of his belt. 

“Punish me instead,” she smirked, pulling her barely there as it was sequined dress over her head.

Rafe took his belt off and placed it to the side. He wanted Kelly and she clearly wanted him. He leaned back and let her pull his dick out of his pants. She did not even open her mouth, she just kissed him so tenderly. 

“Do you have a condom?” He raised his eyebrows at her. She had not wanted to use a condom the last time they almost had sex.

This time she picked up her matching sequined clutch and pulled out a condom. Never breaking eye contact with him, she raised up and placed the condom on him.

Slowly, professionally.

It was almost like sex the way she placed this bit of protection on him. He looked at her still on her knees before him.

“Ride me.”

Kelly straddled him, unbuttoned his dress shirt and kissed his throat before unflinchingly settling him inside her. The moment she sheathed him with her hot wetness and the way she rode him with no inhibition broke him. Her hunger, the way she wanted him soothed him from worrying about where his wife was.

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Aileen sat on the bench of the piano. Rolf was moving and there was nowhere else to sit in his apartment. He stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

Her maestro.

He was an accomplished pianist throughout her entire time with him, but they were both his mistress—her and his piano. But right then Aileen had all of his attention, as his preternaturally long fingers caressed her cheek and slowly traced their way down to her bare breasts. 

She wanted him to play her.

“The movers will be here soon,” he said, circling the peak of her nipple.

“One last time,” she practically pleaded, her body arching up to his.

Rolf pushed her back, the sound of her back hitting the piano keys created dissonace as jarring as the most abstract, abstract expressionist work of art. He sat next to her and put his hand on her thigh. Aileen pressed her thigh to his before she stood up and straddled him. Rolf held her waist and swung her to be back against the piano again. 

More dissonance.

He took her from there and bent her over the piano. From behind, he kissed her neck as he squeezed her breasts. He kissed her lips while squeezing her breasts and Aileen groaned with pure lust into his mouth.

“The movers–” Aileen teased knowing full well he knew she did not care if they were caught by the movers or anyone else.

“You would love that,” the last word caught in his throat as she reached for him behind her back. He moved her hand away and she moistened all the more as she heard him unzip his jeans.

Aileen wriggled against him hungry for penetration.

Rolf thrust into her roughly–that was how she liked it. She knew he would give it to her after she sat with her wet pussy on the seat of his piano. But she was his ultimate mistress. 

Aileen held onto the piano as he pounded into her. She licked her lips before he kissed her and she reached for him, her hand on his thigh silently asking him for more.

And harder.

Rolf gave it to her, gave her everything she wanted and just when she was about to the come the dissonance of the buzzer.

The movers.

Rolf did not stop and she felt her nails going into his skin just a little until his final thrust and she cried out, caressing his skin where she almost punctured it.

He pulled out of her and she heard him zip up his jeans. A little unsteady, Rolf held her waist and kissed her neck before he spanked her bottom and led her to the bathroom to recover.

Aileen closed the door as he pressed the buzzer to let the movers in.

She would have not have cared if they walked in on them, she thought seeing the afterglow in her eyes and her Mona Lisa smile.

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Thais could not explain why she was so mesmerized when she watched Maddie blindfolded being led to her surprise party by her husband. Watching Frank feed Maddie cake before he took her blindfold off was so sensual to her.

Thai was with her boyfriend, Mischa. They had been together for awhile and she loved him.

Trusted him.

But that was something Thais never wanted to try with him or anyone. To be blindfolded scared her so much. But watching Maddie hold her husband’s hand with so much trust made her rethink if she wanted to explore sensory deprivation with Mischa at some point. Mischa who never missed when she was excited about something caught her eyes across the room and the seed was planted for Thais to open up to him.

That Friday, after they settled for the evening, opened a bottle of wine and Mischa cooked for her, they held hands. Thais caressed the black satin mask that he had given her and started to walk to the bedroom. Mischa put his hands on her shoulders.

“Put your mask on,” he said against her jaw.

“Not in the bedroom?”

“No, let’s mix it up.”

“We are going to do this in the livingroom?” 

“Thai, you told me you wanted to explore and you wanted me to guide you.”

“Yes, but–”

“Then get outside of your head…”

Caressing the black satin mask, Thais finally put it on and was overcome with the invitation of Mischa’s cologne. A sudden burst of it indicated he was getting closer to her as if she could could not feel the fiery heat of his body.

He kissed her neck, it felt like a brand but she was already his. She did not need to be claimed further. He took her hand and now she smelled the floral allure of the sleepy rose candle she had lit. Thais sat when he pulled her down to the couch. When he spread her legs she gasped, not knowing he was going to open her like that. Fire started between her legs as he pulled aside the crotch of her lacy bodysuit. 

First Mischa’s finger slipped into her and the soft squelch as he did reflected how wet she was. His groan vibrated through her and gave her goosebumps. Another finger and Thais spread her legs wider. Right then, he moved his fingers from her and her hips tilted toward his heat. Mischa spread her legs more and then his head rested between her thighs. 

It was too good when he put his mouth on her. She could not see him, but caressed his face and rubbed his scalp. Thais could not explain how much more intense it was to have him pleasure her like that when she could not see. She could see his smile, the way he put on her a pedestal and his movement in her mind replayed lovingly from previous encounters. They moved with the swiftness of a raging fire. Her sense of smell, touch, hearing and taste all activated to their exponential. Thais almost slipped off the couch as she came. When she closed her eyes under the blackness ot the blindfold, it was like nirvana as she caressed what she could access of Mischa her legs surrounding him.

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Eliza was getting dressed for the evening. She was going to borrow one of Alessa’s dresses. That was the nice thing about being with a woman with exquisite taste when you accidentally spent the entire afternoon making love to her.

Alessa watched her dress and pleasured herself. Eliza almost did not want to get dressed. She wanted to get back in bed and pleasure her girlfriend herself.

But she had to go with Rafe to have dinner with Kelly. Honestly she was so happy that Kelly’s life was back together because Rafe had been a mess after she shot herself in his office. But she did not want to go to dinner with Kelly and Vance. To pretend like Kelly had not wanted to ruin her marriage.

Because she had.

And even with her new man, Kelly had caused a lot of problems for them.

Eliza watched Rafe touching Kelly’s hand at dinner, holding it half the night. Vance looked confused by it as well. He and Eliza exchanged glances at the dinner table the entire night.

At one point, Eliza was nervous that they were looking at each other non-stop. She spilled tiny drops of wine on Alessa’s dress, and got up from the table. Rafe barely nodded in acknowledgment, still holding Kelly’s hand.

In the bathroom, the micro droplets of wine evaporated into the dress – no one would notice. 

The dress was scarlet – even the drops that had formed would barely have been noticed. The dress dipped more than hers usually did, so there was a lot more cleavage than she normally displayed. It was definitely more Alessa’s style than hers.

When she looked up, Vance was in the bathroom with her. She turned around and in the story of her life, she would not be able to tell you who kissed who first.

But they kissed.

Hungrily.

Vance slipped the bodice of her dress down and squeezed her breasts before he kissed and licked them. Eliza half sat on the sink, as he pushed her back. A sudden flush made them part like a shot. How she got her dress back up and did not look like she was hardcore making out with him she would never know. But she was decent and Vance was gone when the stranger walked out of the stall. 

“You look beautiful,” the woman smiled as washed her hands.

“Thank you,” Eliza said, seeing her own reflection and realizing she was only beautiful on the outside at that moment.

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Kelly woke up in Vance’s arms, it was the calmest and happiest she had felt in a long time. It was embarrassing to her that she met him because she was stalking and obsessed with another man. That everything about their relationship was connected to that when now? Now she was so deeply attached to Vance.

The sun pouring on them made her squint and nestle more into him. He shifted and she realized he was waking up. He caressed her breast and her moan from the pleasure of it was so deep inside of her that she bit her lip so she did not sound like a wounded animal. But she wanted him to touch her like that, she wanted him to more than touch her.

Vance squeezed her breast, then with a sharp inhale he released it and caressed her nipple gently before he let her go.

“I want you,” she said with tears and a bit of shaking. She was so scared to tell him that when he had not already started making love to her. When they had slept the entire night and not made love, Kelly was afraid that he had caressed her breast because he woke up holding a woman and he might have thought it was a dream.

She tried to face him.

“Kelly, you don’t owe me anything. I did not bring you here thinking you owed me anything…”

“I want you,” she said again, fear and determination in her voice. 

Vance’s eyes softened at her quiet plea and maybe the sheerness of her lust. A gentle wrestle and he pinned her underneath him. He kissed her holding her face and looking into her eyes like he could not get enough. 

It was sweet between them, her legs wrapped around him, and then it got intense. Their natural instincts to rut darkened the sweetness and was replaced with a singular intention as Vance parted her legs and Kelly rubbed her clit and slipped a finger into herself looking into his eyes to let him know where she wanted him.

He moved her finger and moved his own finger in and out of her, Kelly’s hips undulated just from his fingers. 

When Vance sank inside of her, Kelly wrapped her legs around him and it really felt like home. They had had sex before, but it had not been like this–primal and intimate at the same time. 

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It was even harder for Vance to sleep alone the following night. Kelly had been having night terrors ever since he invited her to stay with him after she left the hospital.

Despite everything that had happened, he wanted her with him. Coming back here with him he was sure spoke volumes, and hoped her accepting meant something. But he was not sure that Kelly did want something more even though they had gotten closer. They had slept together most nights, their bodies bare skin to bare skin. He felt her relax against him but there was nothing sexual about how they fell asleep most nights.

But now that he was alone he had memorized her skin and her scent. He wanted her, wanted to sleep with her tonight—just sleep with her. He did not need to make love but if she wanted him to he would happily oblige.

It was a sweet fantasy, he thought about her sneaking into his bed. He could smell her, her sweet floral scent with fruit at its core. Vance held his hand to his chest and caressed his nipple which was hard. He refrained from touching himself lower because it was so quiet he was afraid she would hear him even in another room.

He had drifted off a bit, when he actually felt his mattress dip. 

“Vance, can I sleep with you?” He sat up, he was naked but he was so worried about Kelly hovering above him.

“Another night terror?”

She shook her head and he realized she was naked as well. 

“No,” she bit her lip. “I just can’t sleep without you beside me.”

Vance instantly hardened at her words, but he pulled her close and spooned her. Kelly settled into him, he knew she could feel he was hardening against her but she relaxed and eased into him, her breathing getting heavier. He pressed his head to her neck and drifted off again. 

They woke up in the morning in a deep spoon, drenched with sunrise.

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