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Brief Encounters
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
A married man gets a proposition from an attractive
coworker at a business conference. It really did start
out as an innocent lark. (MF, voy)
***
The gorgeous woman came over to me at the bar on the
last night of the conference. She blindsided me
because I had been gazing at another woman.
"I'm trying to figure out your system," she said.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Well, you asked someone to take a picture of our
breakout session yesterday morning and you made sure
you stood next to me," she said. "And yesterday
afternoon, you were looking at me in the bar. But
you've never said a word to me."
I looked down at her hands. "That's because you're
married," I said, which made her laugh. I liked her
laugh. She didn't try to hold back.
"That was a good one," she said. "We both know that's
not it. I've been trying to imagine what you do with
those photos, and most of my ideas are really
perverse."
"Care to share them?" I said.
She laughed again. "You ARE good," she said. "I see
you're married, too. Would you like your wife to see
those photos?"
"As a matter of fact, I'll show them to her when I go
home," I said. "She's very interested in my work."
"You don't say," she said and was thoughtful for a
moment. "I think I've just figured you out. Maybe
you're a genius, not a pervert. Now I'm going to
blackmail you, so listen carefully.
"I promise I won't make any trouble for you if you
agree to do as I say tomorrow for the last half-day of
the conference. I'm going to be with you as much as I
can. I will take pictures of you next to good-looking
women, and you'll take pictures of me next to good-
looking men. Before we leave, you'll upload the
pictures of me onto my laptop. Got it."
"All except the blackmail part," I said. "If you say
anything about my photos, which are totally innocuous
group shots, I'm going to tell everyone the truth,
which is that you came over to me tonight and started
talking dirty. I think I can pass a lie detector test
on that one. As for accusing me of looking at women
across the room, I don't think you'll want to make
yourself ridiculous by bringing that up. On the other
hand, I think your idea is terrific, and I'm looking
forward to working with you.
"By the way, my name is Val. I know I've seen you in
the building, but I don't know who you are or which
department you work in."
***
I saw the woman from work -- her name was Jolie -- a
few times at the office after that. We nodded at each
other but never exchanged a word. However, she was at
a convention with me five months later, and after the
Wednesday night session, I was sitting in the bar and
saw her make a beeline for me.
"Val, you have no idea what happened when I showed my
husband some of the photos you took of me," she said.
"I didn't have to say a word. It was amazing.
"For the first two nights, all he had to do was look
at the photos, and we were off to fantastic sex. On
the third night, he wanted me to tell him about the
men. I could see he was disappointed when I told him I
just posed next to them to get him jealous and
excited. So I started to make up stories. I could tell
right away that's what he wanted to hear. You know
what, as I told him the stories, I got as excited as
him."
"That's because you're a woman," I said.
"Thanks a lot," she said. "So you tell your wife
stories, too. How do you come up with them?"
"That's what I do when I stare at women in the bar," I
said. "It's not connected to the photos at all. When
I'm taking pictures, all I do is look for a hot woman
to stand next to. But when I'm in the bar, I look
around and try to spot a sexy woman who's far across
the room. I sneak glances at her and start imagining
meeting her and seducing her or her seducing me in her
room or mine. Then I start making notes, so I don't
forget the story.
"Sometimes, I see the woman catching me looking at
her, and even returning my glances. If she does, I get
up and leave. I don't want to give anyone the wrong
idea."
"You've got a great system," she said. "I don't think
it works for a woman. Well, let me tell you something
strange. After a couple of weeks, I was worried that
my husband might really believe me, so I told him that
I was happy about how excited my stories made him, but
I wanted him to know that I would never cheat on him.
You know what he said?"
"Yes," I said. "Something like this. He appreciated
your telling him, but from now on you didn't need to
remind him anymore, because it was much more exciting
for him if he could imagine you might really do the
things you were telling him."
"Right," she said, "and look what he bought me." She
pulled out an expensive miniature camera, one of those
spy type cameras that took high resolution photos but
could easily be hidden away in a sleeve or a pocket.
"We're going to take turns using this at this
convention," she said. "Deal?"
"Deal," I said.
***
Our company finished buying out a competitor a week
after the conference, and the week after that, the CEO
scheduled a retreat for the acquisition's top
executives to get to know us. It was only a month
after the convention.
After the first session, I saw my co-conspirator in
the bar. "You know what my husband said to me
yesterday before I left?" Jolie said. "He said he
wouldn't mind if I seduced you."
"My wife said the same thing," I said. "Do you think
they talked it over?"
She laughed. "What an imagination you have," she said.
"You know, even though I never talk to you except out
of town, I feel like I know you a little bit. You are
an attractive man with a good sense of humor, and you
don't cheat. If I weren't married...
"And you are one of the most beautiful women I've ever
met," I said, "although I'm sure the fact that you
figured out my game is probably more flattering to you
than me telling you that."
"Not necessarily," she said.
"So your husband knows about us?" I said. "I bet it's
for the same reason my wife knows about you."
"Yes," said Jolie. "When I came home with all those
photos last time, he said I must not have attended any
work sessions. So I told him how you helped me and I
helped you so we could get quite a bit done in a short
time. He asked a lot of questions about you, but I
told him I didn't know much."
"After I told her about you, my wife wore me out, she
was so excited," I said. "I don't think I've ever seen
her have more orgasms in one evening. By the way,
Jolie, if this is too graphic for you, please tell me.
I don't want to be offensive."
"I'm glad you realize that we could both be fired for
inappropriate behavior," she said. "You and I are
taking big chances. What if you suddenly decided you
regretted our arrangement and turned me in? Or maybe I
got angry with you and said something."
"You're right," I said. "Even though it would destroy
both our careers, I've seen stranger things happen.
Right now, I totally trust you, but I've seen people
change. Are you one of those people like my boss who
believes people never change?"
"No," she said. "And the proof is myself. Talking to
you and what I'm doing to please my husband are two
things I've never done before. And I'm not really sure
why I'm doing them. I get an uneasy feeling sometimes,
and think I never should have started this."
"I've been feeling strange, too," I said. "I guess I
was naïve in thinking it was all innocent fun. When
she told me it was OK to sleep with you, she sounded
like she really meant it, not like she wanted me to
make up a story about it. I'm sure she didn't, but it
got me worried."
"That's exactly the way I felt when my husband spoke
to me," she said. "He didn't come out and say it like
your wife did, but I could tell that's what he was
implying. What are we going to do?"
"Well, we can't do anything now," I said. "I think
we've been talking here too long already. I don't want
anyone to see us when we confer."
"Why don't you come to my room tonight after the
evening session," she said. "Don't look at me that
way. I will be fully dressed, and there won't be any
drinks, except water. We can work on our stories
together and get them done fast and you can sneak back
to your room."
"OK," I said. "We've already got the beginning of the
story done, about our talking in the bar and me
sneaking to your room."
***
"I'm worried, Val," said Jolie. It was four months
after the merger retreat, and we were at another large
company conference. She had come over to where I was
eating breakfast alone and asked me to come to her
room so we could talk privately. We were taking a
chance because it was daytime, and someone could spot
me going there.
"Me, too," I said. "I think this is the last time we
are going to meet, and I'm not taking any photos at
this conference."
"I hope that works, Val," she said. "I picked up the
phone at least three times to call you in the last
couple of months, but I felt I couldn't break our
unwritten agreement just because I felt trapped. After
the merger conference, my husband didn't want to hear
anything about the men in the photos. All he wanted to
talk about was you.
"He was disappointed with my story of our hotel room
rendezvous and even accused me of lying about you,
because he was sure we did a lot more than what I made
up. He wanted to know details about you, about your
body, about your sex equipment. He's obsessed by you.
"He said that he never really felt like a cuckold when
I was posing with the other men, but thinking about me
and you, he really feels degraded. I wanted to slap
him and remind him that all my stories were fiction,
but he was so excited when he said the word 'degraded'
that I was stunned. I didn't know what to say.
"The sex with him has been great, but the way he talks
is disturbing. I'm crying myself to sleep a lot of
nights. What am I doing to our marriage?"
"My wife craves more information about you," I said.
"She even began talking about your husband. She said
she'd like to meet him, because she's sure they have a
lot in common. I said under no conditions was she to
try to contact him. Then she asked me to take pictures
of you naked at this meeting. Not just naked, but in
certain positions. She even went to a porn star's blog
and showed me photos of the positions she wanted. I
couldn't believe it."
"He wants naked photos of you, too," said Jolie. "I
asked him if he was bisexual and desired you, but he
said, no, all he wanted was photos of you showing your
equipment, both regular and aroused. He said he really
wanted photos of you having sex with me, but if all he
could get was your equipment, it would help him
picture scenes of you and me. I think it's time to
stop all of this now. I'm not going to see you again,
and I'm bringing nothing home to my husband.
"I know he'll be upset, but we have to move on. He's a
wonderful man most of the time. But my feelings toward
him are different now, and I'm scared. I want to go
back to what we had before we started doing this."
"I feel the same way, Jolie," I said. "I'm just
worried what my wife is going to do when I return
empty-handed."
***
I was on my third cup of coffee at my desk when Jolie
called on Monday morning. It was the first time she
had ever called me, but I wasn't surprised.
"I have to see you tonight," she said in between sobs.
"I'm in such a state that I had to call in sick. Can
you meet me at the Denny's on the next block at 8. It
should be mostly empty by then."
"Yes," I said. "Last night was a long night for me,
too."
***
When she joined me in the booth, I could see her eyes
were red. But her voice was almost robotic when she
began to talk. It frightened me.
"I thought I knew my husband," she said. "It was
horrible seeing him go ballistic, but even worse was
when he calmed down. He told me that even though I
didn't tell him your real name, he would find out. No,
he doesn't want to talk to you. He wants to talk to
your wife. He accused me of punishing him although I
was the one who was cheating. I don't know what to do.
"I think my wife will find him, before he finds her,"
I said. "I can't even imagine what they will say to
each other. I've never seen her this way. I don't know
what to do."
"I'm not giving up, Val," she said as she took one of
my hands and held it tightly. I looked down at her
hands on mine and up at her.
"Jolie, forgive me," I said. "You're so beautiful and
voluptuous that I sometimes forget what a wonderful
person you are. Your stupid husband doesn't deserve
someone who loves him as much as you do. And I'm the
one who started all your troubles. I feel terrible."
"Don't say that, Val," she said. "If I hadn't been so
smug about confronting you that first time in the bar,
this would never have happened. You had your
arrangement with your wife, and you both were happy.
But I had to butt in and put both of us on the road to
disaster. I should apologize to your wife and ask her
to forgive me."
"That would be a mistake, Jolie," I said. "The last
thing she wants right now is an apology from you.
She's not herself. But you're right. We have to stick
this out and figure out a way to bring them to their
senses." I put my other hand on top of our hands and
squeezed them. She looked down to the four hands
together and then looked me in the face again and
slowly pulled her hands back.
***
"What?" she said. I stared at her and couldn't find
the strength to speak.
"What?" she repeated. "What's wrong, Val?"
"Nothing," I finally said. She was standing a few feet
from me. "I imagined what you would look like naked,
but my imagination failed me. You are the most
beautiful and exciting woman I have ever seen. Until
you undressed just now, I never thought I'd see
someone who turned me on more than my wife, but you're
on a whole different level."
"I'm turning red, Val, so maybe you should start
taking pictures now," she said. "It will look like I'm
aroused, because I am. Do you have that list of
disgusting poses your wife gave you? I'll get on the
bed, and you can read them to me. Let's get this over
with."
"You don't shave your pubic hair," I said. "I was sure
that you were a naked oyster down there, but you've
got a bigger bush than my wife. She calls it her
forest, but you've got a jungle. You have no idea how
that affects me."
"Yes I do," said Jolie, "because you sound like my
husband. Sometimes he gets so distracted that I have
to lift his head up and remind him there's more to do.
Come on. We need to finish this, because we have early
meetings tomorrow."
"OK," I said. "I still can't believe I'm doing this."
"We've been over that, Val," she said. "When they told
us if we didn't cooperate, they would see a divorce
lawyer, what could we do? You haven't changed. You
were innocently taking pictures for your wife to
please her and make your sex life a little spicier.
She's the one who has changed, and my husband -- and
me."
"What are you talking about, Jolie," I said. "Of all
of us, you haven't changed at all. You're still
thinking about your husband, your marriage, my
marriage, everybody except yourself. Why are you
crying?"
"Val, you can't see it, but I've changed the most. If
I told you how much, you would have nothing but
contempt for me. I can't tell you how much I disgust
myself. But I'll still try to save my marriage. It's
hard for me to believe my husband and your wife would
be willing to end our marriages over this. I even
thought of calling their bluff."
"It wouldn't have worked," I said. "As soon as we sat
down with them, I realized how much in tune they were.
They had everything worked out and spoke like one
person. It's a good thing we were on our toes, because
otherwise it could have been worse."
"Yes," she said. "I'm glad you put your foot down and
said nothing was going to happen until we were at a
conference out of town. They were ready for us to get
together every week."
"I tried to keep them from going crazy," I said, "but
here we are taking pictures of each other's naked
bodies for them, so I wasn't that successful. But I'm
trying to hold the line where I can. My wife bought me
this expensive camera that's a video camera, too, and
she told me to film you masturbating. I told her that
we never agreed to do video."
"I'm on the bed and I'm waiting," she said. "That
sounds bad, doesn't it. I'm sorry."
"God, you look amazing," I said. "I'm so hard, and I
want to jump you so badly right now. OK, sorry. Here's
the list. 'Number one, have her lie back on some
pillows and spread her knees wide apart so that her
lips open and you can see the rosy color inside. Take
some photos of her whole body and then use your tongue
or have her masturbate until she's moist and take a
few closeups.' I'm not touching you, but I see I don't
need to anyway. You are already streaming. Oops. I
apologize."
After I finished with my list, she picked up her
camera and said, "This will go a lot faster. Please
get undressed."
"Aren't you going to dress," I said.
"Not now, I want to finish and get you out of here,"
she said. "Come on, faster."
"You're getting red in the face," I said.
"Shut up," she said. "I see that I'm not going to get
any photos of you when you're soft. I guess my poses
were too much for you. OK, stand over there. Now
thrust out from your hips. Now I give up. Think up
some poses. I don't know what to do. He wants video,
too. He would like to see you come. I told him over my
dead body. OK, I think that's enough. Get dressed and
get out of here."
"May I ask what you're going to do when I leave," I
said.
"No, you may not, but you may guess it's the same
thing you're going to do when you get back to your
room. We are as bad as our spouses? We're all
disgusting animals, I guess, so we deserve each
other." She laughed, but it wasn't a happy laugh.
***
Two months later, we were sitting across from each
other at a small table in a fancy hotel room in our
home town. We were staring at each other, and I felt
as though I were in a trance. She was crying.
"What are we going to do, Val?" she said. "Why are we
here with all the lights and the video cameras on
tripods?"
"It's better than what they wanted to do," I said. "I
couldn't believe they wanted to film us themselves."
"But you know that's what they'll demand next time,"
she said. "They can't stop themselves. And they're so
perverse. I have a list of what I'm supposed to do to
you, but I'm not allowed to tell you. I have to be
sneaky, so you will be surprised for the camera.
"Some of it is really degrading and painful, and
they've even figured out that you will resist and told
me how to trick you so that when you realize what's
happening, it will be too late. I'm sure your list has
similar things for you to do to me. Val, Val, wake up!
Did you hear a word I said?"
I shook myself. "Yes," I said, "I heard, but I've been
thinking, Jolie. I've gone along with everything my
wife wanted up to now because I felt I was the one who
started this. Last time, when you were posing in those
degrading positions, it was painful because I didn't
want to be aroused like that. I wanted to stop you and
just make love to you. But I've never touched your
body, even when I saw you were naked and excited and I
might have been able to get away with it.
"And maybe if my wife had said, make love to her and
film it, I might have gone along with that. But she
wants that kind of love only for herself. For you, she
wants humiliation. I think that's what finally did it.
"She's gone too far. I don't think she even
understands how evil this is. I never thought I'd say
this, but she's not the woman I married. That girl
would never abuse and degrade another woman to spice
up our love life. I don't wish her any harm, but I've
decided, I'm not going to do these things to you. Do
you know, her list says I should try to put one hand
inside your vagina and the other one inside your anus
at the same time?"
"One of the things he wants me to do is twist your
balls around until you're doubled up in pain," she
said. "They see those things on the Internet."
"I'm not going to do any of those things," I said. "I
respect you too much. More than I respect my wife."
"Then what are we going to do," she said.
"I don't know about you, but I've decided that I've
lost my wife. My love for her has disappeared. I'm not
going back to her tonight, and the next time we meet,
lawyers will be there. There's only one good thing
about this. We were talking about starting a family
next year. Thank goodness this happened before any
kids were involved."
"It's so nice that you want children, Val," said
Jolie. "I told my husband that I want to take a few
years off from work to have children. He makes plenty
of money, and we wouldn't have to sacrifice too much.
But he keeps putting me off. I'm scared that he
doesn't want children at all."
"But you must have something special with him, Jolie,"
I said, "since you are willing to do what he asks. I
thought I knew you pretty well. I was thinking that
you would be the first one to stop this. But I was
mistaken."
"How can you say something like that, Val," she said.
"I am more disgusted with myself than you can imagine.
And now you won't cooperate, so I've lost everything."
"No you haven't," I said, "Today, I will let you do
some of the things on your list and act surprised. I'm
sure I won't have to fake my pain and humiliation, so
your husband and my wife will enjoy that. It's my
parting gift to you, to help you hold your marriage
together a little longer. I'm sure you and he will
find someone to replace me. As for my wife, I don't
give a damn what she wants now.
"Val," she said, sobbing, "why would you do this for
me? You don't owe me anything."
"Let's stop talking and get through this," I said.
"Come on, stop crying. The reason you and I met in the
first place is because we're successful executives.
The company knows that we can establish priorities and
achieve our goals despite obstacles. Your goal is to
save your marriage, and you know what it will take to
achieve it."
"What's your goal, Val?" she said. "It isn't
friendship, because we will never be friends after
what I do to you today."
"You're right," I said. "That's not my goal. What's
the first thing on your little list of surprises."
"It's one of the most frightening ones," she said.
"We're supposed to get into the 69 position with me on
top. We'll start by giving head to each other, and
then when you're all aroused and not thinking, I'm
supposed to scoot forward until I'm sitting on your
stomach. Then I begin bouncing up and down until I
knock all the wind out of you and you are helpless.
Then I fasten your hands to the bedposts with some
restraints I've brought. Then I put restraints on your
ankles and pull them back until I can fasten them next
to your hands. That will bend you over almost double
and put your ass high in the air. Then I get the lube
I've brought and push a lot of it in your anus. Then I
start putting fingers into you and keep adding them
until I can get my whole hand inside. Then I'm
supposed to work my hand up you until my arm is inside
you all the way to the shoulder. I told him that's
physically impossible, but I always get the same
answer. He saw it on the Internet."
"OK," I said, shuddering. "That's pretty heavy duty,
but I'm taking off my clothes and getting on the bed.
We'll do it just like they wrote it, except you won't
have to jump up and down on me. You can pretend to,
but I'll let you put the restraints on me.
"Jolie, I have no feelings for my wife now, but I hate
your husband. He has no clue about how lucky he is to
be able to just look at you every day. And then on top
of that, there's your warmth, your loyalty, your love.
You are an amazing woman. You could make any man fall
in love with you and do anything you asked.
"At least, I'm going to enjoy looking at you for a few
minutes before the painful stuff begins. Are you
turning on the cameras now? I am so hard watching you
take off your clothes. You spoiled it a little by
crying, but I'm sure my wife and your husband will
enjoy that. It really excites my wife how much we both
hate this.
"There's your amazing bush! I could just sit in front
of it for hours and enjoy it like a piece of art. When
I get into it in a few seconds, I'm going to breathe
deeply. I want to remember how you smell and how you
taste, and then I'm going to try to get you to come."
She lowered herself onto my mouth, and I got to work.
I felt her respond immediately. I hoped she would let
me pleasure her for a while before she began following
her husband's orders. I felt her mouth suck me in, and
I was in heaven. Then she took her mouth off and
lifted up her head. I felt her body twitch and little
squeals come from her mouth. So this is what she
sounds like when she's coming. It excited me so much
that I doubled my efforts as she bent down and sucked
me back in.
Suddenly, her mouth was gone, and at the same time,
her vagina was pulled from my mouth. I heard her
scream "Nooooooooooo!" at the top of her lungs as she
jumped off the bed, and I hoped no one was in an
adjoining room or the hallway. I turned on my side,
and I saw her standing next to the bed looking at me
with flaring nostrils and frightened eyes. She was
trying to breathe in deeply and slowly, as if to keep
from hyperventilating.
"What's wrong?" I said, but she couldn't answer for a
couple of minutes until she had calmed down. The look
of horror had left her face, and it was replaced with
one of her steely expressions, the kind I saw during
team-building exercises at the seminars.
"What's wrong?" I said again.
"Everything's wrong?" she said. "I can't believe what
I almost did. I was just going forward blindly, like
an employee who knows his boss has made a terrible
mistake but is too frightened to tell her and is going
along even though she knows it will be disastrous for
both of them and the company. And I would have kept
going, because I violated the first rule we learned in
that seminar on negotiating last year. I didn't hear.
"I listened, but I didn't hear. But just now I finally
heard. It was just pure luck that I heard in time. I
might have heard tomorrow, and it would have been too
late. Oh my god! I think I might have killed myself if
it was tomorrow." She began sobbing.
"What are you talking about, Jolie," I said. "I don't
understand a word you're saying."
She tried to stop crying, and finally, with
difficulty, she managed it. "I'm talking about you,
Val, you," she said. "You told me, and I listened, but
I didn't hear. Will you ever forgive me for what I
almost did?"
"Jolie, you didn't do anything, so how can I forgive
you?" I said. "Now will you please tell me what you're
talking about. I'm doing this for you, but I can do
without all the drama. Good, turn those cameras off
for now. We're going to wipe out everything and start
over."
"You're right that we're going to wipe out everything,
Val," she said, "but we're not starting over. You-you-
you said it." She was starting to cry again. "Did you
mean it?"
"What are you talking about, Jolie? I'm lying here
naked with a huge hard-on, and even though you're
acting wild, I'm so turned on by looking at you that I
can't stand it. On top of that, you're infuriating me.
Why do women talk in riddles? Why can't they tell men
what's on their minds in words that we understand?"
"I'm sorry, Val," she said. "I've calmed down now. You
said something before to me, and I want to make sure I
heard right. Did you say, that I was an amazing woman
that I could make any man fall in love with me and
he'd do anything for me?"
"Yes," I said. "What's wrong with that? Why should
that set you off? I don't see why-
"Who is any man?" she said, interrupting me.
"What?"
"Who is any man?" she repeated.
"I don't understand, Jolie?"
"Who is the any man who could fall in love with me and
do anything for me?"
"What are you talking about, Jolie, that's just an
expression."
"Are you any man, Val? "Are you?"
"I told you it was just an expression."
"Do you love me, Val?"
I couldn't reply to that one. I sat up in bed and
looked at her. She was shaking, and I started to slide
toward her, but she raised her hand toward me to stop.
"Why don't you answer, Val?" she said. "Is it my
fault? I didn't want to break up your marriage. That
time you were holding my hands at the restaurant, I
realized that I had loved you for some time. I wanted
to tell you, but I knew that you would be disgusted
with me if I did. You would figure I was just
interested in a cheap affair after all. I hated you
for being so much better than me. I knew if I told you
my feelings, it would be the end of ever seeing you.
So I pretended -- even to myself -- that I was just
helping us keep our marriages together.
"The first time we were naked together, I was even
hoping that I could excite you enough for you to
forget your vows. That's why I insisted on staying
naked after you finished shooting me. I was hoping
that something would happen while I was shooting you.
But you aren't that kind of man, Val. You don't cheat
and betray. I was ready to do it.
"When you told me your marriage was over today, I had
a brief moment of hope. But I could see that you
expected me to stay with my husband. Why didn't you
try to talk me out of it, Val? If you had, I might
have thought that you wanted me like I wanted you. I
was scared. I guess I'm not as strong as you. I wasn't
ready to lose both you and my husband and be left with
nothing.
"So I would have done those things to you, Val,
because my mind was so confused that I listened to
you, but I didn't hear you. Don't tell me about women
talking in code. You men do the same thing.
"Val, I think you've given me the strength to leave
him. I had good years with him, and I wish him nothing
but many good years with another woman.
"So you don't have to worry about me anymore. Whatever
you say, I'll be all right. But I need to know, Val.
Don't play games with me. Don't tell me something you
think I want to hear. Just tell me the truth. Are you
any man, Val? Is that you?"
"Yes it is, Jolie," I said. "I don't know if it was
love at first sight, but I know that when we were
spending all that time together taking those photos
with your husband's spy camera, I realized that I was
a goner. But I still loved my wife, and I was sure you
had no feelings for me, and even if you did, bigamy is
illegal. So my love had to stay a secret. And when I
saw you were willing to degrade me and yourself today,
I was sure it was because you still loved your husband
and wanted to save your marriage."
"How can two executives be so poor at communicating,"
she said as she walked over to me. She pushed me down
on my back and jumped on top of me and gave me a deep
kiss that lasted forever. When she took her mouth from
mine, we were both panting.
"You need to learn how to breathe with your nose," she
said.
"You do, too," I said quickly because I saw her mouth
was moving toward mine again.
We kissed nakedly for almost 10 minutes. My erection
was bent back under me. Finally, Jolie got off of me,
and it caught her eye. "What do we do now, Val?" she
said.
"Well, you gave me a lot of time to think just now," I
said. "Did you know that men can be totally into a
deep kiss while their minds keep on going in other
directions? I was thinking we ought to make a video
for your ex-husband and my ex-wife to give them when
we tell them about us.
"But it's not going to be the video they expect. I
want to make love to my next bride for the first time
tenderly. I want our bodies to become one and move as
one. I want to give you so much pleasure that you
won't be able to handle it, and I want to watch your
body as it tries. I want to delay my orgasm until you
set a world record for orgasms, and then I want to
explode like a rocket inside you. I'm even hoping we
can conceive our first child."
"Is that all?" Jolie said and laughed.
"No," I said. "There are some things on those lists
they gave us that I'd like to try, some of the kinky
stuff that's exciting but not painful. But only the
stuff that you like, too. I don't want you to do
anything degrading to you."
"Unless I want to, my future husband," she said. "As
your wife, I have the right to do anything I want to
do, whether I like it or not."
"You're getting a little confusing again," I said,
"but whatever you say, I want to hear it. So if you
agree, we'll erase the videos in all the cameras and
start over. We'll make a wonderful video for them, but
we're not going to give it to them."
"We're not?"
"No, they have enough videos of us. We'll tell them
that the video is not exactly what they wanted, but if
they still want to see it, we'll show it to them at
the party to celebrate the divorce decrees, and they
can watch it on the huge projection screen in our home
theater. I'm sure they'll take us up on the offer.
"After that, it's for us only. I don't plan on making
any more videos. After today, everything that happens
in our bed -- or wherever we choose to make love -- is
for us only."
"And if we go out of town, it always has to be both of
us," said Jolie. "No, I take that back. I trust you
Val, and if you're somewhere without me, I won't be
worried. And you don't need to take photos and make up
stories. At first, I used to get excited about the
stories for my husband, but now stories like that stab
me through the heart.
"There's a lot of free time at those company meetings,
Val. If you or I are at a conference alone, what do we
do?"
"I don't know about you," I said, "but I have a hobby
now and an expensive camera. I'm going to be taking
photographs. Most of the resorts have beautiful
landscaping and gardens, and I'm going to specialize
in nature photography. And when I come home, I'm going
to bore you with all my photos."
"That sounds nice," Jolie said, "but why would I be
bored? I'm sure your photos will be beautiful."
"You don't know much about photography, Jolie," I
said, "but if you ever take a class, you'll find out
in the first lesson that if a photo doesn't have a
person in it, it's boring. And you're never going to
see one human in any of my photos."
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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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