Take Me To Bed. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
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Название: Take Me To Bed
Автор: Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
isbn: 9780758237200
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“Oh baby,” Steph yelled, “don’t stop!”
Jessie wiggled her hips to scratch the itch that grew between her legs. She clenched her vaginal muscles as Steph yelled, “Now, baby. Stick me now!”
Tony plunged two fingers into Steph’s body. His arm worked like a piston as Steph’s hips thrashed. “Yes,” she screamed. “Yes!” As she clutched the arms of the lounge chair and arched her back, the man could barely keep his face against her cunt and his fingers pistoning.
Jessie could almost feel her friend’s orgasm and, as she heard Steph’s heavy breathing slow, Jessie snuck back into the house and up to her room.
What the hell was that all about? she wondered as she closed the door to her room and dropped onto the bed. She took a few deep breaths to calm her excited body, then propped her head on the pillows. Steph had been a bit wild as a kid, she remembered. She had dated several boys before she met Brian and had told Jessie in great detail about one particular gymnast who finally convinced her to go ‘all the way’ in the backseat of his father’s Oldsmobile. “Boy,” Steph had told her, “his gymnastics aren’t limited to the gymnasium.
Jessie shook her head. I never thought she’d cheat on Brian like this, she thought, her eyes filling. What is it about sex that makes good people like Steph and Rob do such impossible things, lie and cheat? What is it about sex?
It was after ten when Jessie heard a light knock on her bedroom door. “You up?” a voice whispered.
Jessie wiped her eyes, composed her face and, trying not to look as upset as she felt, said, “Sure. Come on in.”
“Well, good morning sleepyhead,” Steph said. She had changed into a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a short-sleeved, navy-blue shirt.
“Good morning yourself,” Jessie answered, not totally successful at keeping the edge from her voice.
“What’s wrong, Jessie?” Steph said. “You sound upset.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Jessie said. “Just a bit cranky this morning.”
“Don’t kid me, babe,” Steph said, plopping onto the edge of the bed. “Something’s up.” When Jessie was silent, Steph dropped the novel Jessie had been reading onto the bed beside her. “I found this in the plant room. Does this have anything to do with your mood this morning?”
Jessie picked up the book and put it on the bedside table. “I must have left it there last evening.”
“Don’t, babe. You never were a very good liar. You saw Tony and me earlier, didn’t you.”
Jessie blushed, but remained silent.
“You’re embarrassed. I can understand that, but what Tony and I did was just clean, honest fun. He comes to tend to the pool and, occasionally, he tends to me as well. It’s really nothing.”
“Nothing?” Jessie spat. “What about Brian? I’m sure he wouldn’t think it was nothing if he knew.”
“Of course he knows,” Steph said softly. “Come on downstairs. Let’s get some coffee and I’ll explain everything. I was going to tell you about things before this, but I haven’t gotten a chance.”
“What things?”
“Coffee first. I need some right about now. I promise I’ll tell you everything.”
Fifteen minutes later, the two women sat in the plant room, each with a fresh cup of coffee and a toasted english muffin. The coffeepot sat on a warmer near Steph. As she munched on her muffin Jessie’s lay untouched on the plate beside her. They had not spoken a word.
“Okay, Jessie,” Steph said with a long sigh, “let me try to explain.” She sipped her coffee. “About three years ago, Brian was infatuated with a single woman in his office. He told me about it and, for a while, telling about what it might be like if they ever got together made for wild times in bed. Finally, I asked him if he’d like to actually be with her. You know, make love. He said yes.”
“He told you that he wanted to go to bed with another woman?” Jessie was horrified.
“There isn’t a man on this earth who hasn’t thought about doing that at one time or another. Brian was just honest enough to admit it. He would never lie to me and I knew that he wouldn’t do anything without telling me.”
“And you allowed him to be with someone else?”
“Allowed is an interesting word. I hate to think that I’m in charge of his sex life. I gave it a lot of thought and I decided that I wanted him to be happy. I guess I’m very strong because I didn’t feel threatened. It wasn’t that kind of thing. He wasn’t in love with her, just in lust.”
Jessie laughed and started to relax. “In lust. That’s an interesting way to put it.”
“Well, that’s really what it was. Haven’t you ever felt that pull, that almost irresistible urge to jump into some man’s pants?” When her friend was silent, Steph continued, “You, my love, haven’t lived. It’s a great feeling, even if you never get to do anything about it.”
“I guess I’ve got no sex drive,” Jessie said softly. “And no sex appeal either.”
“Bullshit,” Steph said. “You just haven’t discovered them yet. Anyway, getting back to Valerie. That was her name, Valerie. I never saw her, but Brian described her to me. Tall and shapely, with big, soft tits and great, long legs. But it wasn’t her body that turned Brian on. It was her obvious attraction to him. Her eye contact, smiles, movements.”
“He told you all that?”
“He described everything in detail afterward, in bed. And the telling got him so hot that we fucked like bunnies.”
Jessie shook her head. “I don’t believe it. You lay in bed discussing another woman fucking your husband.”
Steph nodded, silently letting Jessie absorb what she had heard.
Jessie picked up her muffin and took a bite. “Amazing. How long did it last?”
“He was only with her for about two months, then it all wore off for both of them. So much of being in lust is the expectation, not the actuality. Reality is frequently a letdown.”
Despite her amazement, Jessie was fascinated. “You still haven’t told me about this morning.”
“Give me time,” Steph said. “It’s a long story. It was several months after that and Brian and I had spent an evening playing Boggle with Lara and Hank Cortez, friends of ours from Scarsdale. Have you ever played Boggle? It’s a word game and it’s lots of fun. Your score is based on the number of words you can make that no one else СКАЧАТЬ