Chapter 4

The next two days were torturous for the housewife. As Andre had foreseen she was racked with indecision. One moment she was sure the idea was preposterous, how could she consent to having sex with her own uncle then submitting to a series of sexual encounters? What if Robert found out? What about Daniel? If he ever knew what she had done...

But the next moment her sexual frustration as well as curiosity would boil over and she would be nearly overwhelmed by the mere thoughts of such an adventure. If she were really careful maybe her trysts could be kept secret.

What about guilt? Could she really live with being an adulteress? Could she spend the rest of her life longing for something she had a chance to experience and turned down?

Although Robert did not seem to notice, Daniel, as close as he was to his mother, noticed she was deep in contemplation and asked if anything was wrong. Gwen passed it off as being concerned about a sick friend. She hated lying, especially to those she loved, but this was something Robert and Daniel could never know.

It was now the second day since her talk with Andre. She had, she thought, made up her mind to simply let Andre go, pass up the offer and resume her life as housewife, as unsatisfying as that might be.

With her watch showing 1:48, she paced. The moments seemed to creep by. If only she cold make it to 2:00 the decision would be made for her. Her pacing increased as she repeatedly looked from phone to watch and back again. Twice her hand reached out to the phone then retreated. Oh God, why were the minutes passing so slowly!

Andre sat in the comfortable first-class seat waiting. There was, of course, the possibility he had misjudged her. Perhaps Gwen did have the fortitude to reject his offer. In all his years as a guide, two women had, but his niece was very much like her mother. She would be torn but he would be very surprised if, even at this last moment, he got a...

His cell phone chirped.

“This is Andre,” he said smiling as he read the caller ID.

“ ... Yes ... My answer is ... yes.”

“When?” he asked.

“ ... Tomorrow at one. Robert will be tied up in meetings all day and Daniel has ball practice right after school.”

“Very well. I shall see you then. And Gwen...”

“ ... Yes...” came the weak reply.

“Remember what I told you.”

“ ... I ... remember.”

“Good. Then I shall see you at one.”

The morning crawled by. Gwen had seen Robert off to work with his iteration that he would probably be home late that evening because of extended meetings. Daniel grabbed his gear and reminded her of ball practice that afternoon after school. He also would be late getting home.

She bathed, styled her hair and went through her dresser looking for an appropriate pair of panties to wear for Andre. What did one wear to commit adultery she chastised herself as she looked at then rejected pair after pair. At last she remembered the gag gift that she had won at a bridal shower the year before. She smiled wondering if it was too much even for Andre. Looking in the top of the closet she found the small box tucked under some blankets. opening it she smiled remembering how red-faced she had been to open the door prize and find this. It was a Bikini composed entirely of strings. Leaving the almost nonexistent bra in the box she withdrew the thong and still somewhat embarrassed tried it on. Composed of only two stings, one which circled the waist, the other which ran from back to front disappearing into her labia and anal cleavage it was virtually invisible leaving her feeling as if she were totally naked. Again the doubts surfaced but this time they were doubts regarding her attractiveness especially to Andre who had obviously seen scores, if not hundreds, or naked women. She looked into the full length mirror on the closet door. What she saw pleased her. She might be small but she was pretty if not beautiful and her body, though small was well proportioned in every respect. Still she knew she was inexperienced in the ways of sensuality, eroticism and lovemaking. Would she be good enough. Would she be good enough for Andre?

Casting a glance at the table side clock she noted the time. Only minutes before her adventure was to begin. She quickly daubed some perfume in her pubic hair, took a final look in the mirror and shivered in anticipation.

She did not have long to wait. At precisely one the doorbell rang. One last time Gwen wondered if she should back out, throw on some clothes and tell Andre she had changed he mind. But when the doorbell rang a second time doubts or no doubts she found herself hurrying to answer his call.

A quick look through the security peephole made her heart race. It was indeed the marvelously handsome man who had offered to give her everything sexually she had ever wanted.

Taking a deep breath she opened the door halfway while staying behind it.

“I didn’t come here to see you hide behind a door, Gwen.” he chastised.

Noting the street was devoid of cars or people, sheepishly she stepped out from behind the door revealing her all but nude body to him.

“Better,” he responded, “much better!”

Gwen knew that if she uttered the words he wanted she would be committed and there would be no turning back. As she fought within herself to say or not say the words, he spoke again.

“I believe you have something to say to me?”

“Please...” she began, not wanting to say the words aloud yet knowing what it would cost her if she didn’t, “Please Andre, come in and ... and ... satisfy me. I ... I need, I want you to screw me.”

And now she had said it. He smiled, entered and closed and locked the door behind him. He took one more look at the near naked woman before him.

“Beautiful, Gwen. Your face is lovely and your body...”

Her hands had unconsciously come up to cover her breasts.

“Ah, ah, ah. Such a sensuous and sensual body should never be covered.”

Slowly her arms dropped to again reveal her full breasts, nipples erect and hard with desire as already Gwen’s breathing was becoming labored and her heart was racing.

“So you want to be screwed, do you?” he said backing her to the wall.

“I ... I...” she began both frightened and aroused.

He took each wrist in his own hand and splayed her arms against the wall.

“Keep them there, Gwen.”

Slowly he bent over, his lips nearing hers. Gwen’s heart raced. She knew this was wrong, knew she should end this, insist Andre leave or run into another room and lock the door. Yet she could not move even a single muscle away from his magnetic aura. His lips neared hers.

“You seek excitement, Gwen, and adventure. Well now you shall have it!”

One last time she actually tried to avert his kiss but it was to no avail. His lips smothered hers and she was instantly afire. Her nipples hardened as his tongue found her lips and she, helpless to resist opened her mouth to accept him. His hands found her breasts, the kisses dropping to her neck. She whined as her neck was one of the most sensitive spots on her body and she felt herself beginning to thrust and grind to get closer to this man who was driving her into an erotic frenzy.

“Ah, ah,” he warned when she sought to bring her arms down and around him. Instead they stayed pinned to the wall as his kisses traveled to her eager breasts.

“Oh my God, Andre!” I ... I...” she gasped.

“They’re lovely, my dear,” he said as his hands caressed her breasts pinching her nipples lightly and bringing the helpless woman into a frenzy of desire, while slowly his kisses dropped to navel and at last to the lips which hid her sensual treasure.

She moaned then tried to stifle a scream as his tongue found her labial lips, then penetrated her and began flicking over her mound of pleasure.

The orgasm was quick and intense. Gwen could contain herself no longer. She began thrusting on his tongue while whining in helpless abandon.

Another orgasm, and another. Her entire body was shivering in anticipation of even more.

“Please Andre! Please!!! I need you in me!!!”

He rose, swept her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom where she lay watching in utter fascination as her seducer disrobed before her. Perhaps not a beachcomber bodybuilder, Andre was nevertheless fit, trim and tanned and his lance even in only half erection was impressive. Never had she seen such a staff (Robert’s dwarfed by comparison) and she was spellbound to see it grow full and firm.

He eased onto the bed beside her ignoring her urgent pleas. One hand at her breast and the other easing between her legs, his thumb entering her nest while the mid finger found, played with and then entered her dark orifice.