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From: Mistress Diana <mistress_di69@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Valley Wives Ch. 01 by Mistress Diana
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Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2004 17:10:07 -0400
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Valley Wives - Chapter One



   The sun rises over the western mountains and bathes the cities and towns
nestled in Silicon Valley with a pinkish light.  It promises to be another
hot day but every house is armed with central air and swimming pools.  It's
the mid-90's and everyone is rich as the dot com boom begins to swell and
money flows freely from venture capital firms all over the Valley.



   In the sprawling suburbs of San Jose one can find many streets filled
with cookie-cutter homes.  Many homes have swimming pools out back and
luxury cars in the front.  On Shannon Road, there is no exception.



   Tiffany wakes up with her husband every morning to make him coffee. 
That warm June morning is no exception as she enters the kitchen in her
skimpy robe.  Yawning, she takes two mugs out of the cupboard and pours the
coffee.  Her husband likes it black and she likes it very light.  Outside
the sprinklers have begun to water the neat lawn and she watches them for a
while until Stan joins her at the table.



   Stan wears his usual shirt and tie.  His hair is impeccable and his face
is tanned.  He is old-fashioned and refuses to dress down like so many of
the newer, younger executives in the Valley.  Tiffany smiles at him as he
quickly scans the paper.  He is almost 15 years older than her, but he has
treated her well and she knows it.  They make small talk for a while until
it's time to leave.  He likes to get to the office in Cupertino early.  The
sun has just made its way over the mountains as he puts his Lexus into
gear.



   Tiffany yawns again but she won't be going back to bed.  She wants to
catch the early aerobics class at the gym before she gets her nails done.
She makes her way into the large bedroom at the top of the stairs and
changes into her workout clothes.



   She is what most people describe as a knock-out.  A native to Southern
California, her hair is long and naturally blond.  She has a pleasant face
and a brilliant smile.  Her body is very shapely and she never succumbed to
breast implants.  They are smallish, but firm and her husband adores them.
The hard workouts each week have kept her trim and even a little muscular.



   Tiffany's past is kept secret to everyone including her husband.  When
he met her while on a business trip, she was a cocktail waitress.  What he
didn't know was that she had made more than a few porno movies in her time.
Although, at 32 and well in her past, she likes to keep it secret.  She has
a few of her best performances on tape hidden in their spacious house and
every once in a while she watches them and relives those crazy days of sex
and drugs.



   Her appetite for sex is still strong and sometimes her husband can't
satisfy.  She never complains and makes sure she takes care of those needs
herself.  Tiffany has never cheated on her husband, but there are many ways
to take care of those urges on your own.



   ***



   As Tiffany heads to the gym, her good friend Darcy is driving the
family's mini-van with her two daughters in the back.  It's a typical day
for them - school for the girls, then work out for mom.  Darcy sips her
coffee as she deftly navigates the streets to the school.  The girls are
quiet this morning and she's thankful for that.  She is tired from staying
up late - the insomnia has hit again.



   She drops them off at school and waves good-bye and pulls away from the
curb.  She'll drag herself to the workout and then go home and relax by the
pool.  A smile forms on her lips as she remembers today is the day the pool
guy stops by.



   Darcy is a bleached-blond from Texas.  She met her husband while he
attended college in Austin.  Not a good student herself, she quickly fell
under his spell and soon after that dropped out.  Her and Mike dated the
whole time he was in school and as soon as he graduated, he proposed and
they moved to California so he could begin working in the engineering
field. He rose quickly through the ranks and they were able to move into a
new house in a good neighborhood.  Within 3 more years she had two kids and
then the boredom set in.



   Mike liked to work long hours leaving Darcy to her own devices.  She
never felt like she fit in with the other wives.  Her Texas attitude stayed
with her and sometimes other woman would get offended.  Her only real
friend was Tiffany who lived a few houses down.  Tiffany never said a bad
word and always laughed at Darcy's jokes.  After a while Darcy confided to
her friend about her affairs.  Tiffany admitted to never cheating on her
husband, but was sympathetic and even encouraged Darcy.



   The affairs were nothing more than quick and anonymous sex.  Darcy was a
curvy, busty woman with a nice round ass and small waist.  She meticulously
kept up her appearance spending good money on nails, hair and skin.  She
worked out regularly with Tiffany and was proud of her looks after rearing
two kids.  Unfortunately Mike didn't notice as much so their sex life
suffered and Darcy looked elsewhere.  Never did she ever consider leaving
Mike - the money and lifestyle were good and she had no intention of giving
that up.  Instead she had her adventures and kept them from her husband.



   Darcy squeezes her legs together as she thinks about the pool guy.  He's
young, muscular and tanned, but she hasn't seduced him yet.  She thinks
today will be the day, but first the workout.



   She meets up with Tiffany in the gym and they go through their routine.
Afterwards, over smoothies, they catch up on the gossip of the
neighborhood. Eventually the talk turns to the prospect of new neighbors.



   "So that house between us," Darcy says, "I guess they're moving in
today."



   "Yes, that's what I heard.  Do you know anything about them?"



   "Well, I heard from Marcia, you know Marcia, she's the real estate agent
who set them up?  Well, she told me it's a couple from Washington state. 
He's going to be the new CEO of a company in San Jose, computers or
something, and she's recently left her job at a law firm in Seattle." Darcy
leaned in closer.  "Marcia says there is something funny about her, that
maybe she had a breakdown or something."



   Tiffany nods and smiles.  Darcy can't resist gossip.  "I'm sure she's
fine, Darcy."



   Darcy sniffs and flips her hair back.  "I plan on introducing myself
right away.  She should feel at home as soon as she can."



   Darcy still feels like an outsider after 10 years in the Valley and is
always drawn to others that aren't native.



   "I will too.  Maybe we should go over together later today," Tiffany
suggests.



   "I'll make a fruit salad." That's Darcy's cure for everything -
funerals, new neighbors, new babies...



   They talk several minutes more until Tiffany excuses her self.  She has
a nail appointment.  Darcy looks at her watch and realizes the pool guy
will be at her house soon.  She tells Tiffany and both women laugh.



   ***



   Adam and Stephanie pull their Volvo into the driveway of their new home.
The moving van is already there and the movers are unloading their
furniture.  Steph looks at the other houses on the street and is dismayed
to see they all look basically the same.  She instantly longs for their
Victorian on the hill outside Seattle.  Adam, on the other hand, is eager
and anxious to get going on the new job.  He picked out the house without
her and she resents it, but it is only one of the many things she resents
about him.



   "Let's go in and I'll show you around," he says as he hops out of the
car.



   She follows him and is acutely aware of the heat.  The house is filling
up with their stuff but the furniture they have doesn't quite match the
style of the place.  She wonders if she will be able to replace it down the
road.  Adam is showing her the rooms - it looks nice enough, but it isn't
home and she wants to cry because she misses it already.



   "Stop sulking," he says to her when they are alone upstairs.  "I did
this for you, you know."



   "Taking me away from Seattle is the worst thing you could do," she says.



   "It isn't," he says with that familiar menacing look in his eye.  She
shrinks back from that and goes to inspect the master bathroom.  She
doesn't want to provoke him today of all days.



   Steph is a quiet, thoughtful woman with long dark hair.  She made a
great lawyer, but outside of that she is shy and timid around her husband.
Adam is powerful and a bully to almost everyone, including herself.  They
have no kids and she's grateful for that because one day she will leave
him. She should have left him after the breakdown, but she wasn't strong
enough to face him.  Instead she bides her time.



   When they were dating, it was different.  He was funny and brash with
boyish good looks.  Steph was still in law school and she almost didn't
want to get involved with the business school grad, but he won her over. 
He proposed to her after she passed the bar and they married and got a nice
house outside the city.  The commuted in every day and for a while things
were ok.



   Then all of a sudden one day she realized she was in an abusive
relationship.  It had been a gradual thing so maybe she had just gotten
used to it.  First it was verbal, then physical, then lastly sexual.  Then
the breakdown.



   She shook away the memories of that.  She needed to be strong and get
used to living in this god-forsaken valley teeming with new millionaires
and their trophy wives.  And she needed to figure out a way to leave the
tyrant she lived with.



   ***



   Tiffany stood in the large marble shower in her house and let the cool
water wash over her.  It was mid-day and her errands were done.  The
afternoon stretches out in front of her and she looks forward to some idle
time.  Stan usually didn't arrive home until after 6 and they wouldn't eat
until at least 7:30 most nights.  She figures she can relax, and then go
meet the new neighbors later on.



   The shower makes her feel slightly horny.  It has been a few days since
she last had sex and she is in that mood again.  She can wait until that
night, but if Stan isn't up for it, she would be more frustrated later.  So
she dries off and decides to have a little fun.



   Her porn movies are hidden away in her closet and she retrieves them on
along with her favorite clit vibrator.  Still naked from her shower she
goes into the family room and pushes the tape into the VCR and turns it on.
As she sits on the couch the tape plays and she sees herself over 10 years
ago walk across the screen.  She hasn't changed all that much she thinks to
herself.



   Soon her onscreen image is on her knees in front of a large, engorged
cock.  She smiles as she remembers that scene and the actor.  It had taken
a few tries to suck him without gagging.



   As she watches herself, her hands slide up to cup her breasts and tug on
the already hard nipples.  Small waves of pleasure wash over her body and
her pussy tingles.  She listens to the moans on the TV and adds to them as
she works her breasts.  She loves to start with her breasts because her
nipples are super-sensitive.  Whenever Stan sucks them, it's all she can do
to not cum right away.



   As the scene shifts to some good backdoor fucking, Tiffany turns on the
clit vibrator and begins to rub it along her button.  She moans as the
vibrations touch the sensitive nub.  She watches her breasts sway back and
forth on the TV as the actor fucks her senseless.  In real life her hand is
pulling her left nipple very hard sending shockwaves through out her body.



   "Oh god, fuck me," the TV says.  Tiffany repeats it as she rubs the vibe
against her clit.  Her pelvis lifts up a bit as her body responds to the
words and images on the screen.  Her juices are coating her swollen lips
and she dips her finger and there and brings it to her mouth.  She loves
the taste of her own cum.



   She watches the fucking on the screen and rubs her clit furiously with
the vibrator.  It feels good and she wants it to go on and on.  She
remembers the days of making those movies and how she was so addicted to it
all.  But as she watches the huge cock going in and out of her onscreen
cunt, she can't hold back any longer.  The beginnings of the orgasm build
in her tight body.  She is thrashing around on the couch moaning and
grabbing her nipples.  The actor on the screen is groaning and she knows he
is ready to cum - she has seen it many times.



   Finally she releases the tension that has been building and cries out in
ecstasy.  The actor does the same and pulls out of the TV Tiffany and thick
ropes of cum coat her ass and back.  On her couch she groans and rubs her
clit as long as she can take it - not wanting the orgasm to end.  Although
she can sustain for a long time, eventually it does end and she goes limp
from exhaustion.









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