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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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A New Chapter

Mathilda had on a lovely dress for the ball–well it was a small ball at the hotel bar nothing special but it was a new year/new you. Although she had already had a new self, she was happy to expect even more for herself for the new year.

“Are you alone?”

Mathilda turned around, and there was a man  hovering over her.

“Are you?” she countered.

“Not if you join me.”

Well,” she stood up. “I am my own date tonight, and I want to keep it that way.”

“But what about when the ball drops?”

“We are not in New York, so that does not matter. Whatever it is they do here it doesn’t matter either.”

She walked away from him, and could feel him watching her so she gave him something to see.

Mathilda did not want to be alone when the ball dropped, she wanted to be with the person she loved the most–herself–but that didn’t mean that she could not bring her memories with her.

Alone in her hotel room, she remembered having a threesome with Harry, Carole and Gui. The mirrors above them and their bodies squirming about, and all attached with each other by one orifice or the other. She remembered watching Harry and Gui, and how it turned her on to watch them make out.

Sometimes she thought about Harry, how much they had meant to each other and how now…what could she have expected from him when she knew he was a voyeur regardless of any other crimes he may have committed?

But she had loved him watching her, and he would not have joined him watching her now with her dark hair about her and her eyes focused on herself in the mirror. He could pretend she was looking at him, and he would reach for himself like he had when they were neighbors.

Before she moved in. 

That was when all her troubles began–when she invested. 

She panted, as she came thinking about committing. It was lovely in theory but it never worked for her in reality.

 

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On the Advent

On the advent of the birth of her daughter, Eliza did ponder if it was not fair that Rafe and Oscar were both there in the delivery room with special permission because both men were so important to her and wanted to be there. But looking at Bibi–her baby girl–she was so happy to have her daughter’s life have started surrounded with so much love around her.

Rafe was a wonderful father, he adored Bibi and Eliza. There was a picture of the two of them holding their tiny daughter, and the love between all of them was massive.

Oscar saw Bibi right after the birth, and he was respectful but he came to see her shortly after Eliza had settled into her routine. He looked at her with awe and adoration. He held Bibi, and he looked at Eliza as she walked toward them. His eyes on her made her feel sensitive, as having the baby had. She did not realize that she would have felt so much after she gave birth. Physically and emotionally she was spent.

“How are you?” Oscar asked her, and she smiled despite herself.

“Happy to be Bibi’s mom, but I am tired all of the time and feel dumpy.”

“You look beautiful…” Oscar said holding the cooing baby closer to him, and watched Eliza with the same warmth and desire that he always looked at her with. It made her feel a warmth she had not really felt since she had the baby that often. Being a new mother did not necessarily make her feel like the sexiest woman in the world. But after twelve weeks she was starting to feel something like a woman again, even though she had not had sex since before Bibi was born.

Oscar got up and towering over her, he put the sleeping Bibi in her crib and cornered Eliza whose robe had slipped open and she did not care to fix it.

“She’s beautiful Eliza, and there is no chance that she is mine is there?”

Eliza stared at him, and she was not sure what to say.

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Honey

Mathilda had a moment of peace to herself, as she sat at the bar. The worst thing she had to worry about was men eyeing her at the bar. Sure, they said that blondes had more fun–but she was doing more than fine with black hair!

But she was not particularly worried, with her gun in her bag. Most people did not even notice because what woman did not have a clunky bag?

“Honey, haven’t we met before?”

Mathilda whirled around, to face a leering man with a smile that seemed to drip. She had had enough to drink that she felt like being a smartass.

“Met where honey?” she returned. The man looked at her with wide eyes. “Wanna fuck?”

Coughing abruptly, he stood up.

“No, I don’t want to go with a pro!”

Mathilda laughed, and so did the woman next to her. She turned and looked at her with a bright smile.

“That was perfect,” The redhead said.

“Have I met you before?” Mathilda asked, and put her hand on the other woman’s thigh.

The redhead smiled at her, and answered,

“Wanna fuck?”

Mathilda and the redhead got up, and every man watched them. She figured they would want to watch the two of them even more if they knew what they were going to do.

Placing her clunky purse on the table when she followed the redhead into her apartment, Mathilda stood up and looked at the other woman.

A sweet kiss was placed on her shoulder which was covered with lace.

“Do you mind?” The redhead asked her, as she slipped her hand inside her blouse and fished for her breast.

Mathilda moaned sweetly,

“No more questions.”

The redhead kissed her now bare shoulder and caressed her bare breast. Mathilda smiled at the irony of leaving with this hot woman, as opposed to the men who were leering at her downstairs.

That was what she decided now, she did not need to know names only bodies and she could stay undercover longer…

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Jackpot

“He’s so in something with you,” Jeanne had said looking at Eliza.

“We’re just in an awkward place, I mean we recently started sleeping with each other again so he kind of expects that from me? I mean he even wondered if the baby is Rafe’s,” Eliza stated calmly.

Eliza was not going to make any apologies, but her baby was Rafe’s. She told him that the baby was his—he said the baby was his because they were married and that was what she wanted but it was very possible that the baby could be Oscar’s.

There was something poetic in that because she loved Oscar, but she had not chosen him. She had married Rafe. She was happily married too, everything she had ever feared with Rafe she now saw was a bit unnecessary.

Everything that had happened between all of them, and she had chosen Rafe. Jeanne looked at her, and Eliza smiled.

“Who do you love more?” Jeanne questioned her, while sipping her water. Eliza bit her lip, there was no answer for that question. Her love for either was boundless…she had hit the jackpot either way, with either man.

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Pythagorean Theorem

I did a lot of multi-tasking last month–in case you forgot where we left off before a brand new Wicked Wednesday post later this week…here is a reminder:

 

 

 

Oscar could not keep his hands off of Eliza, he even started to visit her at night while

Rafe was there and her husband was observant. He could tell when things picked up between her and Oscar, but the thing was that she and Oscar had been such a fixture as part of their relationship that there was nothing to even say about it now.

Oscar was equally observant, and he placed his hand on her thigh when he sat close to her. There was nothing actually sensual about his touch, but it spoke volumes. Now that she was starting to feel the baby move and she had a bit more of a bump, it was nice to have two very important men in her life taking care of her all of the time.

Rafe tried to be fair because they had opened their marriage, and now with all of the fallout with Chloe it meant that they had indeed opened Pandora’s box. That Oscar’s feelings had been opened again for Eliza, and it was not easy to be just friends with her.

When they were out he clung to her in such a manner, that people thought he was the father of the baby more than they thought Rafe was.

Oscar was difficult for Eliza to process though because he was still so close with Sally. Sally had lost a daughter, and now she wanted Oscar back in her life because she was in a lot of pain.

Grief was a hard thing. Eliza had had lost, and it was hard. Her father dying was a hard thing, but at least she got Jeanne out of it and that was something.

Jeanne was meeting them now, and because Eliza had told her what had been going on she was warm and receptive to all of them. Eliza was happy to have her sister with her–to take her out of this triangle.

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