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Jessica Returns from Europe - 2
by Silver Dragon (silver-dragon@bookandpoems.com)
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Jessica and her pimp/boyfriend return from their three
week vacation. Husband was far from lonely. (MF, prost,
rom)
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PART 2
The man and the young woman were holding hands as they
were leisurely walking to the baggage claim area. Many
eyes followed them, which was understandable. The man
was tall and wide shouldered with just a hint of a
distant black relative in his face. Most people would
assume him to be about 45 years old, and they would be
just one year off. His name was George.
The lady at his side could almost, but not quite, be
called petite. She was slim and had the proud bearing
of a beauty who is used to admiring glances wherever
she went. And a most striking beauty she was, her
glossy black hair framing an exotic face with a
perpetual slight smile. Her coal black eyes had a trace
of almond shape and always seemed to be twinkling in
amusement.
When her husband had found her in Hawaii she had told
him laughingly that she represented all the immigrants
that had come to the Islands in the early days. There
was a mix of Hawaiian, Portuguese, Chinese, and even a
bit of Dutch coursing through her veins.
Their three-week vacation, I will call it that for the
lack of a better word, was at its end. She had taken
him along the 'Romantic Street' of Germany, strolling
through some of these well preserved Middle Age towns.
They had even made a long circle walk along the inside
of the old wall that had encircled and protected
Rothenburg. In the Plaza in front of the Cathedral in
Cologne he had marveled at the imposing structure with
its skyward stretching twin towers. In Hamburg they
ventured to St. Pauli, the official red light district
of this harbor city.
They had taken a boat ride on the Rhine River as well
as on the Moselle. There they had visited several
wineries to sample the superb wines of the region. On
their drive through the Black Forest they had stopped
to watch wood carvers producing the much coveted Black
Forest Cuckoo clock. An exceptional beautiful clock had
struck George's fancy and he bought it as a gift for a
special friend he explained to the English speaking
proprietor of the business. "I owe this man more than
he will ever know," George added. Through his unselfish
altruism he had made our trip to Germany a reality."
Jessica had lived in Germany for a number of years
after we married and before I emigrated to the US. She
loved the old country. Showing it had given her immense
pleasure, and he in turn thoroughly enjoyed having a
knowledgeable guide. Having a stunning young lady at
his side wherever they went was an added bonus.
As they were walking through the airport he turned to
her, bent his head to bring his mouth close to her ear,
and whispered: "I don't know how I can ever thank you
two people enough. You two have filled me with joy and
happiness as I did never believe existed."
Oblivious to the crowd milling around them they
embraced and kissed, still holding on to each other a
few more seconds after they broke their kiss.
An older couple seated in the waiting lounge of Gate 38
had watched with a knowing smile. After George released
his companion, the wife turned to her husband to remark
that this must surely be a couple on their honeymoon,
in love to the gills.
She was wrong on all counts. They were not on their
honeymoon. They were not husband and wife, and they
were not in love with each other. The old couple would
have been appalled and shocked had they known the
truth.
The truth was that George was Jessica's pimp. She
worked for him as a call girl and prostitute. Even the
name Jessica was not her real name, it was her
professional name she had selected for herself. Her
real name was Liolani. And she was married. She also
was madly in love with her husband, - and he in turn
was deeply in love with his wife. Without his
unwavering love this unique situation could not have
come about. You should know this much about the
players; now let me tell my story.
After Liolani had started working for George they
eventually developed a fondness for each other to the
point where George would refer to Jessica as his
girlfriend. It was inevitable that I eventually would
find out about my wife's secret. But being a stout
believer that a woman should have the right to shape
her own life to her liking, I did not intervene. In
fact, my sex life had improved. Liolani appeared
hornier more often than ever after she had started
working for George.
On the fateful evening when I discovered that my wife
was working as a prostitute, I happened to sit next to
her pimp at the bar and developed a friendship with
him. His name was George, and not knowing I was
Jessica's husband, he spilled many details. I heard
about George having won a vacation for two to Europe,
how much he wanted to take his girlfriend along, and
the quandary of getting Jessica's husband to give his
approval. It would mean Jessica's other life to be
divulged.
After I shook their little world by revealing my
knowledge of that world, I explained my reason for
encouraging Liolani to go on this 'vacation'. If a man
truly loves his wife he should consider her happiness
first. And when she is happy it stands to reason he
would be also. And so George called me the most
altruistic man he had ever met, and our friendship
deepened.
The emotions therefore ran high as we three met at the
baggage claim carousel. Liolani hugged me and kissed me
with an intensity I had never encountered before.
George gave me a bear hug and a peck on my cheek.
Jessica and George could hardly contain themselves to
share their experiences with me, who in turn could
hardly wait to hear about their 'vacation'.
A welcome home dinner was waiting at my home and two
chilled bottles of Moselle Spaetlese magically
appeared. It was Samantha, George's nineteen-year old
niece who surprised us with Beef Stroganoff, boiled
parsley potatoes, cauliflower in a white cream sauce,
plus some Chinese lichees for dessert. Samantha was
immensely proud of herself, and rightfully so, that
everything had come together perfectly. Her Beef
Stroganoff was excellent. It was her first Stroganoff
and I was impressed again by this young lady. Even her
choice of wine impressed me. She obviously had listened
when I had been talking about wines in general and
German wines in particular.
The four of us retired to the living room after dinner
for a glass of after dinner Tawny Port. It was story
telling time. Liolani, ever the bubbly
conversationalist raced to the front of the
conversation with the usual preliminaries, then stopped
abruptly and urged George forward, claiming that it was
his story, and therefore his to tell. He rendered a day
by day account, starting with day one.
"That evening we were absolutely bushed. We fell into
bed utterly exhausted, we slept like logs," he claimed.
This was a huge understatement. Sure it was true that
they were exhausted, and also true that they fell into
bed, and also true that they slept like logs.
But knowing my wife, and knowing George, and knowing
how they related to each other, my mind had no trouble
filling in the blanks between 'fell into bed' and
'slept like logs'.
The scene flashed before my eyes at once and I saw
Jessica and George in a tight embrace that said:
FINALLY ALONE. They kissed with tongues outdoing each
other as to who could do better. There was no time to
gently undress each other. Instead of slow kisses and
nibbles along her throat and down the valley between
her breasts his mouth hurried to reach her nipple. His
tongue lashed out to swipe across it again and again
until it was almost painfully hard.
Only then did George open his lips to engulf as much as
he could of her pert tit. His right hand had wandered
along her spine and finally came to rest on her light
ass. Now he could pull her even closer. She wiggled
vigorously in an attempt to assist him in this venture.
But soon George was eager to undress Jessica and broke
the embrace. There was not much to undress. He told her
to lift her arms, grabbed the hem of her short dress
and with one experienced motion it went up over her
head and then landed next to the bed.
Now Jessica went work. She opened his belt buckle,
zipped down his trouser fly and unceremoniously pushed
down his pants. She was in a hurry to get at the
portion of him with which she had fallen in love. She
was so eager that her hands started shaking as she put
her thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and pulled
them down to his ankles.
She had hardly freed her object of admiration when she
went down on her knees, grabbed his dick in her small
hands and guided it to her waiting lips. A short kiss
on the tip and then it disappeared in her mouth. She
metamorphed into a slut and a whore at that moment and
used every trick at her command to hurry him into
coming in her mouth. She wanted the edge of his
excitement blunted to make him last longer when he
finally penetrated her.
After she had succeeded to bring him off he sat down at
the edge of the bed to untie his shoes and kick them
off. His socks followed the shoes. Now he could finally
rid himself of the last two hurdles, his pants and his
shorts. By this time he was ready again. His dick was
about average size, except wider than most, a feature
Jessica cherished, it made her feel filled without
stretching. She wanted every pore of her vagina have
contact with him.
There was no tender foreplay today, they had no time
for preliminaries and he started hammering her as soon
as he had entered her fully. Her legs came up and
wrapped themselves around his waist as if she was
trying to get even more of him into her. Her mewls
quickly gave way to shrieks. She was possessed with
only one thought, to feel him deep inside her. She
bucked under him, trying to meet his thrusts until she
finally arched her back and exploded with loud cries of
ecstasy. He lasted just long enough to bring her to a
second ear shattering climax.
They lay next to each other, holding hands, trying to
get their breathing back to normal. After a few minutes
George had recovered enough to thank her with little
tender kisses all over her body, with caresses in those
places that gave her the most enjoyment. His finger
tips traced curves and circles on her cheeks, her neck,
and her breasts. Then, after a final kiss for the night
they drifted off into a deep and well deserved sleep.
My little excursion did not last long; I met up with
the two travelers again as George was telling about
visiting the Heidelberg castle, about the old Nepomuk
bridge. And the cute little cast monkey at the north
end of the bridge. No one had noticed my absence and I
again listened to the wonders George had seen. The old
church in Craiglingen with the huge intricate altar
carvings by Hermann Riemenschneider was one of the
highlights, he would never have seen were it not for
his knowledgeable guide Jessica.
He finished his story with: "This was just the tip of
the iceberg, let's leave some for later. Now we want to
now how the poor lonely deserted husband survived."
Then he added, "at least you got your house cleaned
once a week. I am sure you had a wonderful time trying
to figure out who stole into your house every Thursday.
Well, I will give you the answer to that riddle.
It was my niece Samantha. My Sis came up with the idea
to have Samantha do that on the sly every Thursday
afternoon while you were at work. And Jessica was part
of the conspiracy; she had the extra house key made for
Samantha. All of us enjoyed putting one over on you.
Sure had you puzzling, I bet, didn't we?" he asked with
a chuckle.
I answered truthfully, that yes, it was a great idea
giving me a loneliness puzzle. He didn't catch that I
never said I did not find out. Liolani's eyes, however,
had lit up like a Christmas tree. She had understood my
answer and quickly glanced at Samantha to see her
reaction. What my wife saw was only a tiny hint of a
smile, which was enough for her to know what had
happebed.
Liolani and George fell into a discussion about
something I did not catch because my mind had drifted
back to the first Thursday after their departure. I was
to leave at four in the morning for a meeting at one of
our outlying branches and so took most of the afternoon
off. That's when I surprised Samantha.
She was vacuuming and did not hear me coming in. I
stood still just inside the door so as not to scare
whoever was cleaning. But when she turned and saw me
standing at the door she let out a little shriek. But
she had seen pictures of me and recognized my face at
once.
She introduced herself and asked me if she could serve
me some coffee, or tea, or me, she playfully added. I
thought I detected a faint undertone, very, very faint,
that the 'me' might also be available. I opted for
coffee and was treated to the sight of a shapely behind
disappearing into the kitchen. Samantha's graceful
movements reminded me of a dancer. I had only a short
moment to admire a set of long legs before she was
gone.
I collected a few things I would need tomorrow, like my
laptop, the digital recorder and some other
paraphernalia. When she joined me in the living room
with two cups of coffee she seated herself in an easy
chair to my right. Again I noticed the sinuous movement
of a dancer as she took her place.
"How lonely are you?" she suddenly asked me. Again I
thought I detected an unspoken note in her question.
I decided to find out if my intuition was right. "Sure,
I am lonely. And thanks for changing that. I guess I
will have to close office earlier in the afternoon on
Thursdays."
She giggled and changed the subject. "I want you to
know that I greatly admire you. This was a really
magnanimous gesture to let your wife accompany Uncle
George. Few husbands would consider that, especially
under these unusual circumstances."
"Which unusual circumstances are you taking about," I
wanted to know.
She was quiet for a few seconds. I was sure she was
trying to formulate her answer just right. Then she
bent forward an inch or two, looked me straight in the
eye and said: "It is not often that a woman uses a
different name under certain circumstances."
It was obvious, she knew. But how much, and just which
part did she really know? How much was just
assumption?? I don't like half-truths and so decided to
tell her the true story. It would be better to hear it
from me.
"Why don't I tell you what happened," I started. "It
will give you a better understanding of the
relationships involved in this unlikely triangle.
It was at the Grand Hotel that I accidentally overheard
a short exchange of just a few words between a female
and a male. She was handing the man her earnings from
having turned a trick. I recognized my wife's voice at
once. Wanting to find answers I went to the bar to
watch the goings on from there. And there I happened to
choose a seat next to your Uncle George who told me
about his top girl Jessica. I told him that I would
have to leave shortly. We agreed to meet again another
afternoon for drinks.
We met again and again and became close friends. I
never let on who I was, but he told me about Jessica
and how they had met. That they developed great
feelings for each other, but not of the marrying kind,
he stressed. Eventually they settled on girlfriend and
boyfriend.
He also told me about their dilemma regarding the
vacation package for two to Germany he had recently
won. He so much wanted Jessica to come with him. But
how could the husband possibly agree to have his wife
share this vacation with George? Anyway, they would
have to tell him about Jessica the call girl, and about
their relationship.
A few days after he had told me about their problem I
decided to cut the Gordian knot. I told Liolani that I
knew about her other life; how I had met George and
that we had become good friends. I added that I wanted
them to go to Europe and enjoy their time together.
After I had told my story I decided to shock Samantha
further by telling her how I felt about a woman's
rights to her own life, that her happiness should be my
main concern if I truly loved her, plus a few more
tidbits of my philosophy.
When I finished she looked at me for a long moment. She
then started speaking very slowly at first. "You just
rose another 100 points with me if that is possible."
After another long pause she continued at her normal
tempo. "A man like you is so rare that a woman will
certainly do anything to make him happy." She paused
again and then she almost whispered, "and she doesn't
even have to be married to him."
There again was this unspoken promise. My mind quickly
assessed the situation and told me that here was a
young, but mature female; and that at this moment she
was just that, 'female'.
I stood up and moved over to her chair. Standing in
front of her I looked down into her eyes. And now I was
absolutely sure. Her eyes were shining brightly saying
'please, please make me yours, I am ready.' I extended
both hands. She seized them without hesitation and
stood up. When I released her hands and took her in my
arms her hands immediately landed behind my neck even
before my lips touched hers. Her body molded itself to
mine as perfect as a second skin. We kissed, our
tongues dancing with joy.
I led her to my bedroom where I asked her to stand
still in the middle of the room so I could step back
and admire her. Her black hair hung loosely to her left
shoulder exposing her small right ear. The short black
simple dress she wore accentuated her slim body.
I could wait no longer. I undressed her in the manner I
had learned from George. The unhurried pace of
undressing heightened our eagerness to an even higher
pitch. After her panties had at last been removed I
motioned her to sit on the edge of the bed. Now I could
start to free her feet from their shoes, kissing her
toes as they became available. She was now shivering,
this was not the treatment she had ever received from
her prior suitors of her age group.
Her eyes had started to focus again as she kneeled down
in front of me. She was surprised when I pulled her up
and whispered to her to reserve that treat for dessert.
I urged her to lie down on the bed. When she did I
stared at her in awe, lasciviously stretched out on the
sheets. She had become the Original Eve, ready to
surrender herself to the mystery of being loved.
She shuddered uncontrollably as I entered her. Her legs
came up to hold me like a vice and at the same time
trying to draw me deeper inside her. My dick kept
caressing the inside of her pussy for just two minutes
or so when she moaned and her feet started to dance a
drummer's dance on my back.
I could feel her pussy starting to constrict as her
first climax crashed down on her. She cried out loud
enough to let the whole world know what was happening
to her. Her back arched and she almost bucked me off as
tremors of ecstasy shook her again and again. I stayed
still until her last spasm had subsided.
I started again with a slow rhythm to let drift along
in the afterglow of her orgasm. But it was not long
before her second climax started building. I could feel
her tensing as I listened to her squeals. This one was
somewhat tamer, only an eight on the Richter scale.
After two more shuddering earthquakes I had to stop or
there would not be any dessert.
As I rolled off her to calm down a bit before what was
to come next she decided to first attack my nipples.
She was an expert, I noted, filing this knowledge away
for another time. Reluctantly I had to ask her to stop
if she wanted to serve dessert. She did so, and then
treated me to an amazing performance, interrupted once
by her question of how I wanted to finish, in her mouth
for her to swallow, or giving her a cream pie.
In the morning she got up when I did and we had a fast
breakfast before we both left, she for home, and I for
work. But we said good-bye for three or four minutes.
During those minutes promises were made.
Coming back from my reverie I found Samantha staring at
me. But the stare quickly changed to a smile as she
guessed where my thoughts had been.
As I lay awake before drifting off to sleep that night
I felt a wave of happiness washing over me, and it
occurred to me that the standard issue husband would
have felt a terrible loss when finding his wife working
as a call girl. Then he would burn up with jealousy
while she is away on vacation for three weeks with
another male. And finally he would feel guilty for
having invited someone else into his bedroom.
But not me. I feel my life enriched in knowing that my
loving wife brings happiness to more than one person,
that I found a wonderful friend, and that I could share
pleasures with a special lady. Yes, life can be valley
of sorrows, or a Paradise on Earth, the choice is
yours.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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