Chapter 14

BONNIE

The following weeks were glorious for Bonnie. She and Richard were seeing each other each week, sometimes at the office and sometimes at a motel or hotel. She had to be quite inventive in making excuses for being gone. Sometimes she would have Laura and Vivian cover for her with a story the three of them had gone to a movie or the old working late routine she had used before.

Increasingly Kevin was growing suspicious and once or twice there had been some angry words about doing so much running around, but by now Bonnie had fallen head over heels for Richard and she was determined to see him. Of course she was quite aware of Kevin's temper and had no intention of openly defying him so her stories continued even though they were growing less plausible.

The sex meantime was fantastic. Richard was an experienced lover and knew exactly what she needed and wanted and gave it to her. Well, there was perhaps one thing lacking in their relationship. If Bonnie had her way she would have left Kevin and become Mrs. Richard Grafton. But Richard showed no inclination in that direction and so she contented herself with the time they spent together and the great sex.

As for Richard, things were working out quite nicely. Bonnie was crazy about him and would do anything for him. She was a beautiful woman with a great body and gave of herself completely when they had sex. Yes, she was rather inexperienced, but when it came to the bedroom she was a fast learner and was willing to try anything.

He was concerned about the husband. Bonnie had told him how jealous and suspicious Kevin was, so he had insisted on being extra careful in arranging their trysts. But that was a minor inconvenience considering what a great piece of ass Bonnie was. He knew he would tire of her eventually and have to discard her, always unpleasant. There was always the crying and begging him not to leave, then the anger and finally the despair. That was usually when he left, when they had no reserves with which to beg, cajole or fight. That, after all, was his style. Woo them, fuck them and discard them. Bonnie would be the same. She was no idiot, but she wasn't the sharpest tack in the box either. If she were really smart she would have left her husband and made a life for herself. Instead, whether it be for financial or ethical reasons, she stayed with him and fell for the first guy who showed her some interest and a good time. She had become a little too clinging of late, however. She couldn't keep her eyes (and sometimes hands) off him at work and it was becoming harder and harder to keep the others from seeing the obvious. She had even called him at home several times just wanting to hear his voice, she said. Whenever they started that, it was time to move on.

Actually Bonnie might become history a little faster than usual. He and his ex-wife's sister, Angie, had had a thing for each other during his entire marriage. They had burned up the sheets at local motels on several occasions. When he was divorced, she had called him wanting to renew the relationship, her own marriage still rocky. They had had several tumbles in bed before she and her husband had moved to another part of the country. But now she was back. She was attractive, perhaps not as attractive as Bonnie, but a much better fuck and married to an idiot who hadn't a clue. So, yes, perhaps it would soon be time to give Bonnie her walking papers. He had often juggled two or three women at once, but it was tiresome and they were forever finding out about each other with all the concomitant furor that entailed. So, one at a time. After all there were plenty of fish in the sea.

Angie had to be out of town for the next few weeks. That will work out fine, he thought. Boff Bonnie, then dump her just in time to start nailing Angie when she got back.

LAURA

Of the three women, Laura was perhaps the most conflicted. While Bonnie in her youth and naiveté was blinded by youthful hedonism and Vivian was, because of her overwhelming masochistic tendencies, simply unable to resist the power of her lover, it was Laura who felt true remorse at her unfaithfulness. Yes, Donald was considerably older than she and yes there was a matter of his health which restricted his ability to satisfy her physically, but he was a good and decent man and she hated lying to him and running off to the arms of a younger man behind his back.

Like her two friends, Laura was drawn by circumstances to a man other than her husband. Perhaps, she thought, Bonnie could argue her husband had driven her away with his jealousy and possessiveness. And Vivian was simply answering a call within herself which her husband, decent man though he might be, could never provide. But Laura felt she had no excuse. She had been happily married to Donald for twenty-four years. In that time he had loved her and never had he wavered, not for a single moment. All right, Donald was not the handsomest of men and he was the true academic, much more comfortable contrasting the styles of notable authors than telling a women her eyes captivated him. But that was Donald, a bit shy, certainly introverted. Looking back she wondered how he had managed to capture the department chairmanship which required at least a certain amount of smoozing and campus political know-how. No doubt his long time friendship with the dean had had a lot to do with it since the dean had headed the search committee. Even so, Donald was certainly a capable man, highly respected for his teaching ability if not his administrative prowess.

She shook her head as if to clear it. What was she doing? She knew full well. She was picking apart the man she had chosen to marry, no doubt to try to in some way justify her own infidelity. The truth was that while Donald was an academic and yes, he spent a lot more time with his class work and administrative duties than she would have liked, he was a decent and honorable man.

Then why was she doing this? Had she become so afraid that life was passing her by that she was willing to jeopardize her marriage to reassure herself of her femininity and sensuousness? Was this one last fling at experiencing a youthful zest of life which perhaps had been denied her (or which she had denied herself)? Whatever the reason, she had battled herself for the last several weeks. Her trysts with Kyle had become what she lived for and she had been able to think of little else. She was now barely able to make it through the door of his apartment before her clothes were being madly discarded.

Once when Donald had made one of his infrequent overtures to sex, she had begged off, not sure whether she could stand to have Donald compare so miserably with Kyle in the bedroom. What was she doing, she asked herself? How could things ever improve at home when she was so preoccupied with her youthful lover?

So here she was, standing outside Kyle's apartment for the last ten minutes telling herself what she must do and trying to will herself to have the courage not only to end the affair, but live with the decision thereafter.

Her hand reached for the buzzer but before she could steel herself to push it, the door opened and she stood face to face with the man who had become the center of her world.

"Oh, hi Laura. I was about to go out for some cokes and chips."

"Kyle, we ... we have to talk."

"Of course. Come in."

She had no more than closed the door behind her when he took her in his arms, the kiss long, deep and passionate. Her resolve already weakening, Laura knew she must break his embrace, stand away and tell him the most difficult thing she had ever said in her life. But his kiss was as tender and sweet as it was strong and she felt the warmth of his body and the urgency of his manhood against her.

His kisses lowered to her neck and instantly her body responded in arousal. She felt her temperature rise, her heart race and the urgency of need wet her panties.

"Now what was it you wanted to talk about?" he asked as his hand dipped inside her blouse and began kneading her breast and nipple.

" ... Nothing! Just take me Kyle! TAKE ME!" she cried as she ripped at his pants and she felt his deft hands unzip her dress.

VIVIAN

Vivian did have reservations about her affair with Cherise. Like Laura, she felt her husband Terry had done nothing to earn such disloyalty, yet at the same time she realized that it was not men but women she was drawn to. Perhaps even that statement was in error. While she had to admit that she favored lesbianism over heterosexuality, it was submission, especially to someone as unique as Rosetta and now Cherise that created for her the excitement, sensuality and sense of satisfaction and fulfillment she sought.

She loved Terry in her own way. He was a good man, kind and gentle. There was no doubt he loved her and was devoted to her, but Vivian had come to realize shortly after they were married (if not before) that there was something missing from their relationship, a deep seated need within her which was going unfulfilled. She had thought she could overcome it by sheer will power, immersing herself in their marriage and being Terry's wife. But ultimately the protective barrier she had established to keep out those deep desires had been breached and now her life had been turned upside down.

She now knew her love for Terry, however that might be defined, was simply now strong enough to suppress her need for domination and the strange desire for someone like Cherise who could provide the best of both sexes. She reviled herself, knowing what others would think of her, yet was helpless to resist. She knew what Cherise had in mind when she told her she would be coming to a party. Submissives are often shared when it suits their mistress or master. Vivian had a pretty good idea of what would be expected of her to win and keep her mistress' favor. Yet knowing, she still could not resist. She must and would blindly obey, no matter how degrading the command.

The party was held at a large mansion in the affluent section of the city. Cherise and Vivian arrived fashionably late, especially since Cherise wanted to show off her newest toy. Cherise was dressed in a full length figure hugging gown while Vivian was wearing nothing but a sheer negligee and heels under the full length coat. As soon as they were ushered through the front door, Vivian was relieved of the coat.

"I've ... I've never done this before -- in front of so many people," she said while Cherise fastened a collar around her neck and snapped on a leash.

"You'd better get used to it because before the night is over you're going to do more than show them," snapped Cherise. "A lot of these women are friends and acquaintances. Some are here just to socialize and make social or business contacts. others are here to get a piece of you."

"Me? But..."

"I let our hostess know I was bringing you. So you're going to be kept busy. I don't want the guests or our hostess disappointed, understood?"

" ... Uh, yes ... of course."

"Good. Now get your shoulders back and thrust out those perky tits of yours. Just remember, you never look any of them directly in the eye."

"Yes, I ... I remember."

"You do nothing without my permission. If someone wants you, you send them to me. If I say yes, you give them the fuck of their life."

"I ... understand."

"Good, now no smiling, just look sexy and remember to pout those lips."

With that the two made their entrance. The main ballroom was enormous. The wall hangings and chandeliers were opulent and the guests all dressed to the nines in gowns of varying colors and descriptions. Suffice it to say that despite the variance in hues and stylings all were elegant and expensive. The other thing Vivian noticed immediately was that all the forty or so guests were women.

"Cherise! How wonderful to see you," said a slightly older woman as she approached them. "And this must be the new plaything you were telling us about.," she continued as her hand came up to feel and squeeze Vivian's breast. Vivian was flabbergasted but with Cherise holding her leash and remembering her instructions vividly, she simply looked downward in servitude.

"This is our hostess, Elena," said Cherise. "And this is Vivian."

Vivian's eyes flicked up to the woman's for just an instant then fell again.

"Is she -- interesting?" asked the older woman.

"Why don't you try her and find out," chuckled Cherise unsnapping Vivian's leash.

"Hmmm, yes, I think I will."

Vivian looked to Cherise who signaled for her to go with the woman. They climbed the staircase and walked half way down a long hall before entering a bedroom.

"Now, my dear, suppose you show me how good you are with that pouty little mouth of yours," said the woman slipping out of her clothes.

Vivian noticed that the woman's facial makeup had been quite successful in hiding her age for when the dress and undergarment s were discarded it was evident Elena was much older than Vivian had at first thought. Muscle tone was gone from arms and legs and skin tone was lacking. Her breasts drooped and there was a fair sized roll of fat around her middle. In short Elena, while perhaps attractive while young, was no longer either.

Vivian was repulsed but knew better than to disappoint anyone tonight, especially the hostess for Cherise could be strict when she felt Vivian had disappointed her.

The woman lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Vivian untied the negligee and let it fall. Naked, except for the heels she left on, Vivian saw the glint of lust in the woman's eyes. She might be old but she still enjoyed cunnilingus.

Resigned, but not showing it, Vivian crept between the old woman's legs, closed her eyes and began lightly kissing the aged nest.

"Ooooh, I like that," crooned Elena.

Vivian had learned several techniques from Cherise and used them now. The old woman responded just as expected, enjoying every minute of having her labia and vagina kissed and sucked by a beautiful young woman.

Moments later the woman gasped, her body spasmed and she came into Vivian's mouth.

"Did you enjoy that, dear?" asked Elena as Vivian withdrew from the bed.

" ... Yes, very much," said the lovely black, ready to retch.

"Liar! my dear if you're going to lie, you've got to be a lot more convincing than that."