Prologue

Friday

Knowledge is Good

Brock’s therapist Rachel knelt in front of him on the big four-post canopy bed, the palm of her left hand on the center of his chest while her right gently stroked his cock. The bedroom was warm and smelled of sandalwood and cinnamon while music played quietly in the background.

With his hands, he copied Rachel’s moves, his palm on her chest between her naked breasts his other hand between her thighs. He gazed into her dark brown eyes as she gazed back at him, her face relaxed at peace, he could feel the beat of her heart under his hand. He focused on relaxing even as he felt the intensity of the connection between them growing. (Rachel and Brock’s relationship is introduced in the updated Epilogue in Brothel Night.)

Rachel’s dark curly hair was held off her neck by a plain silver clamshell hairclip. His therapist had a pretty neck with thin gold loop earrings on each delicate ear. She had a small mole on her right collarbone that he wanted to kiss. Prominent dark nipples capped her firm round breasts that sagged nicely on her chest. As they touched each other he weighed each heavy breast, exploring her nipples as they went through the tantric steps of connection to stimulate their ‘chakras’.

Brock’s kundalini, sexual energy, was coiled and ready to strike. His cock was hard. He had been in a similar bed with Sky the pretty blonde Sexology intern, so he was familiar with the tantric process. As the fingers of Rachel’s right hand gently stroked his cock. Brock used the middle finger of his free hand to rub along the line of her pussy lips from bottom to top, just below the little dark triangle of pubes above her clit.

In tune with him, she applied firm pressure with the palm of her hand pushing him back as she knelt higher. He dropped his hands to his sides as she let go of his stiff cock.

Rachel was magnificent. As she knelt in front of him. He admired her beautiful body. Of medium height, with shoulder length dark curly brown hair streaked with a few strands of gray. Her tummy was mostly flat with big firm breasts, her ass wide but proportionate to her figure. To Brock, she didn’t look like a woman approaching her middle 50s with three adult children. To him, maybe forty if he saw her on the street, the same age as his wife.

They smiled at each other; their kundalini primed. They had spent the first part of the session performing tantric rituals designed to heighten the levels of intimacy. Mutual touch where they explored each other’s bodies, deep breathing, and drinking red wine while feeding each other bits of dark chocolate while they focused on the moment, nothing else. Rachel had taken her time stimulating his cock with her mouth and fingers. Her lips went around his cock as she went down almost to his root without gagging, not a sight or feeling he would forget.

He had returned the favor licking and teasing her pussy and clit with his mouth and fingers, sucking the juices from her and doing his best to not push her too far. Both took the other to the edge but not over. All steps in the tantric process that brought them to a heightened state of desire and awareness of the other.

Now Brock opened his legs as he lay against a couple of big pillows on top of the soft comforter his cock shinny and curved, precum and spit providing lube. He was comfortable, with his legs out in front of him as Rachel stood then settled herself in his lap wrapping her legs around his waist as he sat up. He was aware the old injury to her left hip made it painful to cross her legs, so he pushed his hips forward.

Rachel was warm and wet as she took ahold of his cock then guided him into her. His eyes were on hers as she bit her lip and let out a breath as his thick cock was enveloped by her pussy. Brock wrapped his strong arms around his therapist pulling her close. As she settled on him their lips met in a kiss. This woman who he had wanted for months was now in his lap his cock inside her delightful pussy, he thought in passing, as he opened his mouth to her tongue as passion enveloped them.

He slowly rocked his hips as she matched his rhythm, riding him. With his left hand, he supported her ass his right hand in the center of her back as he had been taught by Sky. Rachel was doing the same with her hands. They kissed open-mouthed with their eyes closed. The fire in his belly went through his penis into Rachel. He liked this woman. She had given him peace with her counsel and kindness. They began to rock faster, their bodies swaying, as their tongues fought in each other’s mouths.

Rachel put her hands on his neck, and he did the same as he approached climax. He could feel her body reacting to him as she rode him. Brock focused on his orgasm, he peaked twice going to the edge before he finally came in a bust of semen. They held each other as they both climaxed and he shot his load inside her. He let out a deep breath, releasing.

“Damn,” he said when he could speak having shot his load.

Rachel smiled and looked at him touching his face with her right hand.

“That was beautiful Brock,” Rachel said as she sat on his lap. He kissed her damp forehead and palmed her left breast. The moment very intimate. He didn’t want to let her go.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Hmm. Good. That was nice.” She said as he held her on his lap.

He didn’t say anything else as they enjoyed the post-sex moment. They weren’t done. They touched and gazed into each other’s eyes until they were back in the world. Two married people enjoying an afternoon of sex with the person they were not married to. The sex therapeutic for Brock. Special for Rachel, he hoped.

She moved off his lap allowing his cock to slip free.

“Let’s shower. Sky should have prepared some fruit for us.” Rachel said from the end of the bed. “Give me a moment then join me.”

Brock did as he was told. He felt great. Tired but really good. His date with his therapist was long in the making. Memorial Day weekend was upon them. For him, this afternoon was an oasis of peace in his busy crazy life.

Abrams’s house

Friends

He was lying on Rebekah’s bed surfing content on his device, waiting. He’d taken a shower and brushed his teeth. Half a dozen candles of various sizes lit the bedroom that smelled like potpourri. A knock on the open door made him set his device aside and look. He smiled as he watched the girl walk into the room.

Monica, Rebekah’s seventeen-year-old cousin, slowly walked into the room dressed in a baby blue lingerie teddy and matching panties. His friend had described her cousin as short and fit. Zack smiled on seeing her in person, he had seen pictures of course. First impression, a fit looking Princess Amidala (Natalie Portman) of Star Wars infamy. Short curly brown hair, slender, with a pretty face, she looked right at him, arms down at her sides as she walked across the carpet, head up and back straight. Behind her, Rebekah slid into the room wearing plain white panties and a bra.

Zack slid off the bed to meet his date. Not a ‘sex date’ this was private, a favor for Rebekah and her virgin cousin.

He wore a loose pair of clean boxer shorts. Rebekah said seeing a naked boy and his erect penis for the first time might be a little much for her cousin who had a very strict religious upbringing.

Monica did her best to hide her nervousness. Smiling, hands tugging at the hem of the teddy, pulling the lacy sheer material tight over the gentle mounds of her breasts. Her lips were painted in red lipstick, she was not short, just half an inch height difference between them.

He put his hands out palms up. “Hi, I’m Zack,” he said with a smile. “You look beautiful.” He motioned at her lingerie. Starting with a genuine compliment.

Behind Monica, Rebekah moved over to the foot of the bed, eyes on them. She was playing the role of guide for her cousin should she need help.

Monica placed her soft hands in his and a bolt of electricity passed between them through their fingertips as they gazed into each other’s eyes. Her cheeks got red, but she held his eyes. She had buff arms, well-defined like a gym rat, strong. Her legs had definition too. Rebekah had told him Monica liked to compete in obstacle course races like the Tough Mudder and Spartin.

Rebekah had given him some suggestions on how to act with her Jewish cousin and things to do to break the ice.

“May I kiss you?” he said stepping closer into her personal space, their bodies inches apart.

Monica nodded her head once.

He used his right hand to steady her head as he placed a gentle kiss on her red lips. She had a dusting of makeup on her cheeks and along the jawline. They kissed their lips touching as he pressed his mouth against hers until she opened her lips.

Zack dropped his hand to the teddy’s spaghetti strap on her shoulder and started to work it off as their tongues touched. He felt a hand on his.

Monica broke the kiss to breathe. Her eyes were closed then she suddenly opened them. Rebekah stood behind her cousin working the lingerie off her cousin’s shoulders.