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Love's Distant Shore
Part Two
by rache

Copyright 2007 Rebecca Stancil all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
Part one may be found here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/high_school_sweetheart/www/index.htm
Story Codes: M/F, M/f, Rom, Teen, First, Oral, Cheat?
Note: This is a continuation of "Untitled (10,000 Words)" also known
as "Love's Disant Shore" in some forums and you should read that story
prior to this one, otherwise I'm afraid much of the point will be
lost.
Synopsis: Kris arranges to bring her husband together with the
fourteen year old Amy, and struggles with the consequences.

-======{8}======-

Love's Distant Shore
by High School Sweetheart

Chapter Two


"Two hours today. I hope you all made arrangements." Professor Warners
had a way of speaking without looking at any of her forty students.
"This is your midterm practical, so remember that I'm looking at
elements and naturalism...Not realism."

She loved theory and it wasn't my first exposure to it or to the
professor. I was in my second year at Princeton, working on my
bachelor of arts, and I tuned the woman out as I prepped my ground. We
were doing charcoal, not my favorite medium as I was a painter, but I
could live with it. Everyone had to take introductory drawing and I'd
banked it for a rainy day, when I'd want a sleeper in my course load.
Princeton was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

"I hope were not drawing a stupid plant." Linda was next to me. She
was one of the friends I'd made at college and a pretty good sculptor,
and decidedly unhappy about sketching for midterms. She'd put the
course off for entirely different reasons.

"I doubt it." I smiled at her and she frowned.

"Don't look so happy." She snapped.

"What did I do?" I rolled my eyes. It wasn't my fault Linda couldn't
draw.

"Our model today is Kurt, so let's behave ourselves." The professor
was opening the door to her office, which served as a changing room.
She paused, looking over her shoulder in our general direction.
"Ladies, I'm talking to you."

There was some laughter and whispered conversation, we'd all seen Kurt
before and naturalism was wasted on him, in our collective opinion.
Naturalism was usually used to improve a subject and Kurt...

I took an involuntary breath as he walked into the room, which was
actually a very old and small lecture hall. It had been redone
sometime in the past to be more a more functional classroom
environment. The odd cone-shaped dimensions were retained however, and
it drew attention to the pinnacle, to the footstool upon which Kurt
was now sitting in his white robe.

He ignored us and I wondered how he could be so comfortable as he
slipped the garment from his broad shoulders. As freshman, we'd all
gotten a taste of modeling at the professor's insistence. My turn had
come, standing for my classmates and trying not to giggle nervously in
the bathing suit I'd worn. It was intended to give us an empathy for
our models and I think it worked, at least for me. I didn't take them
for granted, not after that, and I hadn't even gotten naked.

Kurt, on the other hand, was very naked as he sat there. Professor
Warners posed him for us, contriving to hide and reveal those aspects
in which her students were most interested, depending on where one was
sitting. Most of the class was female, nineteen and twenty year old
girls who were hardly mature in any real sense of the word. I felt it,
the attraction for the man, and it was a purely physical thing. The
desire was not uncontrollable, of course, but it was a little more
than just seeing a handsome boy at the mall. This boy, this man, was
beautiful and naked and sitting there just for me.

For two hours I would possess him and after that, when he was free to
escape, Kurt would leave a portion of himself behind. I'd capture him
on my paper and keep him forever. That was my goal and the only reason
I could push all other thoughts from my mind. I didn't worry about my
grade, nor look at my friends and classmates; I barely looked at my
paper. There was Kurt and the light hitting his body and the shadows
falling across his face and...

Between one heartbeat and the next, a lifetime can be lost.

"Time's up, thank you very much." Professor Warners clapped her hands,
bringing weak protests and groans as the exercise finished.

I blinked, wondering where the time had gone. My sketch was largely
complete. I was happy enough with it, but I could have used another
ten more minutes maybe. Around me it was obvious that most of the
class wanted much more time than that. I watched Kurt put his robe
back on, smiling as he shared a few words with the professor and he
looked past her for a moment, looking at us and I thought I caught his
eyes with mine, but they didn't linger or show any recognition.

Kurt's gaze swept over me and I looked down at the drawing I'd done
with a secret smile. He was looking at me there, I'd stolen his eyes
and they stared at me from the paper, warm and gentle and all mine. It
hadn't been easy, getting his attention the way I had, but I was more
than pleased with the result and I understood then the real definition
of naturalism. The art of depicting subjects as they might exist. Kurt
might look at me that way, I thought, maybe, if I could just find a
way.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Is he here?" I asked, not bothering with hello.

"Kris! About time." Linda was smiling and she leaned close as I came
into the kitchen through her back door.

I let her kiss my cheek impatiently. "You've started early." I
grinned, smelling the alcohol on her breath.

"Three years ago!" Linda laughed. "As soon as I stepped off the bus."

The small house was full of people, the kitchen full of girls
specifically. Talking, smoking, blending margaritas. It was a typical
Friday night at Linda's place, a house just off campus that she shared
with two roommates. The Princeton art community was small, the real
artists I should say because there were a lot of people around who
weren't. Would-be artists and bohemians of all sorts, groupies even,
and the amateur critics. They were largely intelligent and
entertaining and a lot of fun, so none of us complained really. I was
enjoying college immensely.

"So?" I demanded, returning to my immediate interest. "Is he here?"

"You asked..." Linda was holding me around the waist, speaking into my
ear as we made our way between people. "...and I delivered, girlfriend."

"Really?" I felt nervous energy filling me because beyond this I had
no idea what I was doing.

"You'll have to make your own introductions." Linda gave me a squeeze,
pulling me towards the open doorway and I could see him, standing near
a bookcase with two other men, talking and smiling, holding a bottle
of beer.

Kurt was there.

"Shoot." I breathed. "Did he come with anyone?"

"God!" Linda shook her head. "Does it matter?"

"I need a drink." I decided, postponing my intentions. I felt tight
all over.

"Uh-uh...Empty handed." Linda gave me a push into the room and a gay
laugh. "Like the beggar you are!"

I gave her a quick look, but I didn't know if I wanted her to give me
another push, or talk me out of it. I'd been trying to meet the guy
for a month already, but not really trying, just wanting to try. I was
good at wanting and I think I even enjoyed that. There was something
noble about being alone and loving from a distance, or so I'd told
myself and my friends, but of course they wouldn't tolerate that for
long. Not Linda certainly, she was all about action, hands on, the way
a good sculptor must be. I was a painter and so I was an observer, but
I was also impulsive, impetuous, and often far too bold for my good,
once I built up a little steam anyway.

And Kurt made me hot all over, inside and out.

"I was at that game; sat right behind third base..." One of the other
men was saying.

"Hi." I interrupted, feeling rather small as all three of those guys
were much taller than my five feet nothing.

"Hi there." One of them replied quickly, the one who'd watched me
walking across the room.

"Hi...Hello..." Kurt and the last guy spoke a second later and I had their
attention.

I'm not sure that I'm beautiful, that would depend on who you asked,
but I'm attractive enough for most men to find interesting. Too short,
in my opinion, but being small has its own appeal, and it made my
breasts seem even larger than they were. I was showing them off too,
wearing a tight sweater above a rather short pleated skirt, red and
black respectively. The dangerous colors. My long blonde hair was
loose and my face scrubbed pink with a little make-up, not much. I
looked good and I knew it and confidence was never my problem.

"I'm Kris." I smiled, looking at all of them and trying not to give
too much away.

"Hi Kris." The first guy extended his hand and he was very interested.
"I'm Dave..." He paused while I let his fingers touch mine. "...This is
Kurt and Steve."

"Steve." I looked at him and he was the shy one, I thought, keeping
his hands to himself but smiling at me.

"Did you pass the class?" Kurt asked me and he didn't offer me his
hand either.

"I did, yeah." I nodded, feeling my heart leap and playing cool. He
remembered me. "Thanks to you."

Kurt's two friends were curious now, looking to their friend for some
explanation.

"Good. Warners told me you were her prize." Kurt smiled and he's so
wonderfully tall, well over six feet, and broad shouldered, and narrow
waisted, and...yeah...His soft brown eyes, gentle and warm just like I
remembered.

"She did?" I narrowed my eyes a little, not understanding him.

"Can I get you something to drink, Kris?" Dave asked me and I nodded,
smiling politely at him for a second, but all my energy was on Kurt
and they knew it.

"You know how they like to brag." Kurt said. "She let me see your
drawing."

"Oh." I reddened a little, but only because I had no idea Kurt was
this familiar with me. "What did you think of it?"

"Do my eyes really look like that?" He spoke softly and I felt the
fluttering of wings in my stomach.

It was then, right then, that we made the connection. I don't know how
it is for other people, if they can pick one second out of the
millions shared and say, 'This is when we fell in love.' But we could,
both of us, and I saw that recognition reflected in his eyes.

It was magic.

"So, you're an artist?" Steve said and that seemed pretty funny, but
don't ask me why.

"Yeah." I smiled, turning my head reluctantly and cleared my throat a
little. "What do you guys do?"

"Here you go, Kris." Dave was back, handing me a plastic cup with some
margarita in it, cold and salty and extra strong, just the way Linda
likes them.

"We're engineering students." Steve nodded "Structural engineers, you
know."

"Okay...Thanks." I smiled at Dave and took a small drink, feeling my
mouth riot at the tequila and that one drink was going to last me the
rest of the night probably. Two would put me on my butt.

"He wants to be an engineer." Kurt clarified. "I'm more interested in
architecture."

"Hmmm...Bridges, or skyscrapers? Better condominiums?" I lifted my
eyebrows playfully. "What turns you on?"

"Heh....Shopping malls." Kurt grinned at me, taking a swallow of his
beer.

"Sure, shopping malls." I laughed.

"I want to design one where you can actually find a bathroom." He
nodded. "What do you want to do?"

"Me?" I brushed my hair back, buying a little time to decide. "I want
to paint you."

"You can paint me." Dave laughed and he touched my hip, which was
mildly annoying.

"Really?" Kurt ignored his friend.

"Yeah." I nodded. "You want to see my studio?"

"Shoot." Dave laughed and dropped his hand, taking a large swallow of
beer to wash down that bitter pill.

"You have a studio?" Steve asked, not getting it, but Kurt did.

"Don't you think we should, uh..." Kurt was smiling. "...go on a date
first? A studio seems awfully personal."

"Would you like to go out with me?" I asked and I felt like a little
girl at a carnival.

"Yeah, I would." Kurt replied. "Do you want my phone number?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded, looking up into his eyes. "But I don't have a
pen."

"I've got one." Steve offered and Dave laughed at him.

"There's one in my car." Kurt said.

"Can I borrow it?" I asked.

"I don't know." Kurt sucked at his cheek. "I got it from my insurance
company. It's kinda special."

"I'll be careful with it." I licked my lips. "I promise."

"As long as you're careful." Kurt took a breath and let it out slow.
"I guess."

He held my hand and somewhere on our way towards the front door I lost
my drink. His too and I felt radiant. There was no other word for it.
Kurt was holding my fingers in his gentle hand, walking close behind
me as we made our way out. I could feel his presence enveloping me,
wrapping me up in a warmth I'd never known before.

"Are we on our first date yet?" I asked him as we stepped into the
night, turning so I could face him.

"I think so." Kurt replied and he hadn't let me go at all. He put his
other hand on my waist and I stepped closer, looking up at him,
putting my hands on his shoulders.

"I don't do this." I told him, needing to explain suddenly, wanting
his good opinion. "I don't pick guys up and bring them home."

"I know." He said gently.

We might have kissed then and we wanted to, but we didn't. I let him
go and Kurt released me, and we walked. I'd felt that initial rush,
the urgency to do everything and all at once, and I'd resisted it. We
had time enough to take it slow, to make it good. The anticipation was
wonderful and I wanted to draw it out, we both did and that was how
alike we were. Kurt could have had me anytime he wanted, and if I'd
wanted to kiss him and touch him, Kurt wouldn't have stopped me. We
had come to an agreement though, a silent promise to wait until it
became unbearable and that feeling is like nothing else in the world.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" We were half a mile and
twenty minutes past the party.

"Only between mothers and sons." Kurt said.

"Oh." I had to think about that and then I laughed. "What?"

"Well, daughters too." Kurt chuckled. "But I'm a boy so...Oh, no..." He
gave me a real laugh. "...I don't have an Oedipus thing going. You know
what I mean."

"Yeah, I do." I was close to him, feeling Kurt's big hand on my hip as
we walked. It was a cool night and he'd put his jacket over my
shoulders.

"I definitely believe in love at second sight though." Kurt told me.

"Your mom's pretty important to you, huh?" I said, deciding to change
the subject. Love frightened me and I'd brought it up to test myself
as much as him. I'd known the man for half an hour.

"Aren't they always?" He shrugged. "I'm an only child. My dad was
always working; always gone it seemed like."

"Me too." I said. "I mean, I don't have any brothers or sisters, my
dad came home every night though, so..."

"Mine's a regional manager for Prudential, you know the Rock." He
smiled. "So he travels a lot."

"I want a lot of kids." I told him. "I hated being by myself."

"Oh yeah?" Kurt gave me just the barest squeeze. "Me too. Like six or
something."

"Six?" I giggled. "I was thinking like, four is a lot."

"Yeah, maybe, four's a good number too."

"Two boys and two girls." I sighed. "That would be good."

"What about five?" Kurt gave me a grin and I laughed.

We found a caf� that was open, one of the all night places serving
caffeine and sugar to college kids and we sat down, having a little
pie.

"Fruit pies are way better than cream pies, I think." I was having
cherry pie and it was sweet.

"Why's that?" Kurt was eating banana cream pie.

"Cause a pie oughta be baked." I decided. "It can't be a real pie if
it doesn't go in the oven."

"Hmmm..." He shrugged. "...How about pumpkin pie, what's that?"

"That's a real pie." I nodded. "It's baked."

"Are you going home for Thanksgiving?" He asked me. "Christmas, all
that good stuff?"

"Probably." I shrugged. "Not Thanksgiving, but Christmas and New
Years, yeah."

"Me too." He nodded. "My birthdays the day after Christmas."

"Really?" I smiled at that. "Mine's the day before Christmas."

"Oh yeah?" He gave me a little look. "Nineteen eighty...What?"

"You first." I giggled, licking my fork slowly.

"Eighty-three." He said, watching my tongue.

"Me too." I laughed. "Seriously."

"That's cool."

"I'm older than you." I grinned.

"Heh...By two days? Does that count?"

"Of course it does." I nodded. "You're just a kid."

"Yeah, okay...And you're an older woman." Kurt chuckled. "You ever get
weird presents?"

"Weird ones?" I narrowed my eyes.

"I used to get like one roller blade on Christmas day." Kurt
explained. "And then I'd get the other one..."

"On your birthday?" I giggled. "Yeah! God, I thought that was just
me!"

"Your parents did that too?" Kurt shook his head. "They still do it.
One of my presents is always something that comes in two's...Cufflinks,
or something like that."

"Yeah." I agreed, "My dad likes that. He gets me earrings usually and
I have no idea how he gets two boxes for them, but he does."

"Dads have special powers." Kurt said.

"Yeah." I smiled, sitting back a little. "You'd be a pretty good dad,
I think."

"Think so?" Kurt kept his face straight. "Thanks."

"What are you doing tomorrow?" I asked him and I was so comfortable
right then.

"Playing baseball." He smiled.

"Baseball?" I stared at him. "It's winter outside."

"No, not yet." He shrugged. "I love baseball, there's a bunch of us
playing, just having fun."

"Okay." I shrugged.

"You want to come out?" Kurt asked. "We can have a little lunch, play
some baseball and then...I dunno, whatever you want to do."

"You want me to watch you play baseball in November?" I rolled my
eyes.

"No, I want you to play." He laughed. "We need a second basemen."

"I don't even know where second base is." I giggled. "No thanks."

"Awww...Tomorrow night then, will you have dinner with me?" Kurt leaned
forward a little.

"Yeah." I smiled. "Dinner I can do."

Kurt walked me back to my dorm and it was surprisingly late. Time had
just disappeared and it was hard saying goodnight to the man.

"Tomorrow you have to bring your own coat." Kurt teased me and I felt
a little bad cause he must have been freezing.

"I will." I promised, shrugging his jacket off my shoulders and
rubbing my arms.

"Okay." He looked down at me and we were quiet for a few seconds.
"Goodnight, Kris."

"Goodnight." I bit my bottom lip. "I had fun."

"Me too." He nodded and that was it. Our first date was ending and he
didn't even try to kiss me, but it was in his eyes and that was better
somehow.

"I'm gonna marry you." I said under my breath, walking away and
letting him watch my pleated skirt move until I went through the
doors, looking back at the last moment and only then because I had to.

I was hopelessly in love.

=-=--=-=-=--=-=--=-=-==-=

"Hello?" I answered the phone after about a dozen rings; rather hoping
whoever it was would give up before I made my way into the kitchen.

"Kris? Hi, this is Nancy Chambers." A woman was saying and when I
didn't reply immediately, "Amy's mother?"

"Oh, right. I'm sorry." I nodded into the phone. "Hi. What can I do
for you?"

My first thought naturally, was that Amy had told her mother how I'd
had her model for me, that wouldn't have been terribly awful though.
Artists had a lot of license with models, even teenage girls, and I
doubted the girl's mother would have been too upset by that. From what
I'd gathered Amy had been modeling a long time and so mom would be
plenty experienced with the sometimes intimate necessities of artistic
expression. I was even quite sure the contract specified Amy was
available for nudes, with parental permission, which I'd had, so
underwear wasn't a big deal.

The next thought, following a millisecond later, was much less
encouraging. Amy might have told her mom about my personal portfolio,
the one dedicated to my husband and his beautiful body. She'd seen
every part of the man, front and back, in every possible situation.
From sleeping on his stomach, to masturbating in the shower, Amy had
gotten a real eyeful. This, I thought, was mom calling to read me the
riot act before she called Margie, or worse. I wasn't sure I could be
in a lot of legal trouble; art was art. But still, after my experience
with Kurt that morning, I was ready for more bad news.

I braced myself, expecting the worst.

"We're just up the street in the Village and it looks like Amy's going
to be finished here a lot earlier than we thought." Nancy explained
quickly. "You mentioned that you wanted her to model for you again
next Saturday, but since we're already here..."

"Oh." I was actually surprised that I wasn't in trouble.

"...I thought I'd give you a call and see if you could use her today."
The woman continued, but I'd already made up my mind.

"Yeah, absolutely." I agreed quickly. "I'd love to use her today."

"Great." Nancy was smiling, I could tell. "We'll have an early lunch
and I'll bring her by about noon. Is that okay?"

"Perfect, yeah." I said, feeling my heart picking up speed.

"Alright, Kris, we'll see you then. Bye."

"Goodbye." I turned off the phone.

"What's perfect?" Kurt surprised me and I jumped a little, then turned
and I couldn't hide either my excitement or my guilt.

"Uh, I'm getting a model." I tried to smile. "Amy, the girl in the
picture. That was her mom."

"I see." Kurt pursed his lips, staring at me for a few seconds before
opening the refrigerator for some bottled water.

He was a little red and damp with sweat, his t-shirt stained and
clinging to his body. Kurt's shorts, which weren't really tight, were
clinging to him as well. I felt a rush of heat as I watched him move,
staring at his ass when he turned and bent slightly. I wanted Kurt
again, which seemed ridiculous somehow, like I was becoming a
nymphomaniac or something. I'd practically raped him coming through
the front door the previous evening, and last night we'd made love
after hitting a few clubs uptown. Now, here I was standing in the
kitchen, seeing him fresh from a long run through the park, and all I
could think about was being taken by the man on our kitchen table.

Kurt wasn't going to be in much of a mood for that though, I didn't
think; not after telling him that the girl I wanted him to molest was
coming over. That was his opinion and I knew it. I should have been
happy to find out that my husband wasn't interested in fourteen year
old girls, or any other girls for that matter. He loved and wanted me.
I should have felt relieved and confident and encouraged by that
knowledge, but I wasn't. The fantasy that I'd kept buried for a year,
or perhaps longer than that since I'd become aware of it, was spoiling
it for us. I wanted more than a husband to love me, or I needed Kurt
to express his love in some other way, in a way that seemed completely
at odds with the very definition of love. It was a paradox and it was
eating away at me inside.

"She called me." I said defensively. "I wasn't looking for her."

"But it's perfect, right?" Kurt drank some water.

"You'll get to meet Amy." I nodded because I could never lie to him.

"I think I'll go to the office." Kurt said and he was trying to spite
me, which made me angry, as he knew it would.

"Kurt, please..." I pushed my anger aside, moving close to him and
putting my arms around the man I loved. "...Just do this one thing, for
me? I just want you to meet her, that's all, try it and if I'm wrong..."

"If you're wrong?" Kurt looked down at me and reluctantly put his hand
on the back of my head, hugging me to his chest. He did love me, more
than anything else in the world, and he wanted to understand.

"...I'll see it. I'll know it." I could smell his sweat, the humid musk
of his body and my nipples hardened against him. "It's just a fantasy,
that's all; we don't have to actually do anything."

"Then why do this?" Kurt asked reasonably. "If you don't have to, then
why..."

"I don't know." I kissed him through his t-shirt, sliding my hands
down to his hard chiseled ass, feeling his muscles even there. "I just
need it, please? Meet her for me; let me see you together. That's
all."

"Kris, Kris, Kris..." He sighed softly. "...I love you so much."

"Do this for me, Kurt." I kissed him again, sliding down his body
slowly. I kissed his stomach, running my hands down the back of his
thighs, sinking to my knees in front of him. "Make me happy...Try it for
me..."

He was semi-hard already and I mouthed Kurt's cock through the cotton
of his shorts, pressing my face against him and filling my senses with
my husband's growing arousal. Giving him sex wasn't going to bribe
Kurt into anything; I had no illusions about that. I'd always
appreciated the fact that he wasn't some mindless guy who'd do
anything for an orgasm. I loved his self-control and discipline; Kurt
thought with his mind and felt with his heart, unlike a few guys I'd
known who were so centered around their dicks it was amazing they
could get out of bed in the morning.

I was doing this as much for me as for him, and there wasn't any trade
to be made. Kurt would do as I asked only if he wanted to, only if he
thought it was the best thing for both of us, or failing that, if he
felt the desire to see me happy. That's what love is, by Kurt's
definition; love is when another person's happiness is more important
than your own. He'd told me that and I'd responded that love was when
someone's happiness was essential to your own. We'd explored the
differences together over a long weekend in a bed and breakfast in
Martha's Vineyard and all we'd settled upon was that we were
hopelessly in love with each other.

I was afraid to examine myself to see if I was betraying that.

"Mmmm..." Kurt was smiling down at me, leaning against the refrigerator
as I pulled his shorts down, and then his jock which he always wore
when exercising. I guess his big cock and healthy balls, and they were
generous like the rest of him, needed the support. I didn't mind, he
looked amazingly sexy in a tight white jock strap, the ribbed pouch
filled with the bulge of my husband's cock. Seeing him like that was
always intensely erotic for me.

His penis sprang free, not completely hard yet, but almost, standing
out from his body and curving downward. It was sticky with sweat, like
the rest of his body, and the smell of his recent exercise was like an
aphrodisiac. The rich heady musk of his body after a workout was a
scent I wanted to bathe in. I could taste him on my tongue and I loved
Kurt's cock in a purely selfish, animal way. He was large and hot and
heavy, surprisingly so, and Kurt's penis looked like it belonged in
one of the few porn movies I'd seen. I could barely get my fingers
around it, and even with both hands holding him, there was more to
hold in my mouth.

I opened wide, catching the smooth head of my husband's cock between
my lips and lifting to straighten that thick shaft. I gave him head
often as foreplay and he enjoyed it a lot, but only rarely had he ever
finished in my mouth. It wasn't because I didn't want him to, but only
because we so often ended up making love. That was what we enjoyed
most, both of us, and oral sex was just to get us ready. I was in a
mood for him now though, and I think Kurt sensed this and reciprocated
my desires. I wanted to please him, to taste his orgasm while I knelt
fully clothed on the kitchen floor. It was submissive, there's no
other word, and I wanted that feeling. I wanted my husband towering
above me, strong and unwashed and watching as I worshipped his
manhood.

I took the head and more, sucking gently as I worked my tongue around
the glans, ticking beneath it and then laving the whole as best I
could. I was filled with him, my small mouth overwhelmed as he
continued to grow larger. I was squeezing and stroking him with both
hands, sliding his velvet soft skin over the hardening muscle beneath.
I worked to control my breathing and resisted the occasional urge to
cough or gag as his cock would touch the back of my mouth. I kept my
lips tightly stretched around him, bobbing my head back and forth
slowly. I gave him the best blowjob I knew how, bringing a hand to cup
his heavy sperm-filled balls. I massaged them carefully, rolling his
precious orbs in my delicate fingers.

When I pulled my mouth away, swallowing spit and precum and drinking
cool air, my husband sighed and smoothed the hair from my face. I
kissed his cock, the length of him, letting his long shaft slide over
my face wetly, trailing his juice across my flushed skin. I licked and
kissed and nibbled at Kurt's cock, working my way to the base and then
pressing my lips and tongue against his balls. I continued to hold him
with my left hand, gathering my soft hair in my fingers and wrapping
it around my husband's penis. I sucked one of his balls into my mouth,
washing it gently while I jerked him off in a golden pillow across my
cheek and temple.

My right hand was between Kurt's muscular thighs, turned up so I could
feel his ass. I worked my fingers between his smooth round cheeks. He
was damp there, the crevice of his ass only sparsely covered with fine
dark hairs, barely noticeable as I sucked his testes harder, bringing
my fingers to his anus. I paused long enough to slide the middle
finger to my mouth, sucking it and wetting it with my saliva, and then
I took his other testicle into my mouth while I worked that slick
finger against my husband's asshole.

He enjoyed that sort of ass play while I gave him head and I loved
every part of the man. I pushed my finger inside his ass slowly,
coaxing him to relax with my muffled murmurs of loving devotion. I
went back to his cock with my mouth as I pushed my middle finger
inside his rectum to the second knuckle, sucking my husband's cock
eagerly once more while he held my head in his hands. I could feel his
hot tight ass clenched around my digit as I kept it there, not moving
it in or out, but more wiggling it gently, giving him a pleasurable
sensation while I moved my mouth up and down on his cock rapidly.

I was taking more of him now, but by no means more than a few inches.
He was simply too large for me to get much more than a quarter of that
wonderful cock inside my mouth. Some woman someplace could probably
deep throat a cock that sized, but it was ever beyond my skills, and
so I had to content myself with sucking as much as I could and
stroking the fat length of him I couldn't with my left hand. I think
he liked that anyway, watching my engagement and wedding rings sliding
back and forth over his dark muscle, seeing my grey-blue eyes staring
up into his as I loved him. My soft lips pulled tight around his cock
as Kurt began moving with me, unable to help himself now. He could
feel his orgasm approaching and his fingers were strong in my hair,
gripping me with increasing urgency as he fucked my face.

This was good for us; it had been too long since I'd just concentrated
on making him happy. My body was quivering inside and my pussy was
soaked with juices, clasping angrily at the emptiness inside and
begging to be filled. I ignored that desperate want, shoved it aside
as I kept my eyes on my husband's, imploring him to cum for us. I
wanted to feel his cock shooting into my mouth, filling me with his
vigorous seed. I'd swallow him happily, drinking my husband's
pleasure. He was breathing harder, his mouth open and his pink tongue
working across his lips. He was close now and I pushed my finger
deeper, ignoring the small discomfort in my wrist as I turned it
awkwardly. I was trying to reach his prostate, to find that soft part
of him and make him feel good. His cockhead lunged repeatedly into my
mouth, hitting the back and threatening to make me cough.

Kurt groaned loudly, his ass squeezing itself around my finger as he
suddenly pulled my head hard against him. I did gag then, it was
uncontrollable, and a thick hot wash of sperm erupted into my mouth.
It overfilled me completely; semen shooting from the corners of my
mouth as if a dam were bursting. I fought instinctively to pull back
and I swallowed hard, again and again, feeling nothing but the
overwhelming pleasure of my husband's ejaculate filling my tummy. I
milked his cock with my hand, working to get as much of his cum into
my mouth as possible. It was already a lot, too much even, as it was
running down my chin, dripping onto my heaving breasts and thighs and
the floor beneath us.

My husband pulled back slowly, his cock still releasing his orgasm,
but slower now. His cock throbbed in time with his heart, pulsing
beneath my fingers, and I breathed cool air into my lungs. My mouth
was coated with sperm, as was Kurt's cockhead, and I caught my breath
quickly before setting to work cleaning us up with my tongue. I
withdrew my finger from his ass slowly, bringing it to my mouth as
well and letting the man see me sucking his ass clean from my finger.
I scooped up the drips and drops of his orgasm from my t-shirt and
jeans, bringing the remnants to my lips as well. I wiped semen off the
floor and ate that too, all the while Kurt watching me, nodding his
head and smiling.

"Are you still going to the office?" I breathed, kissing his thigh,
stroking his skin as I stayed on my knees.

"I'll meet this girl." Kurt cleared his throat. "If it's what you
really want."

"Yeah, I do." I said softly, feeling the excitement inside me stronger
than ever. It was so difficult to remain there, to stay calm at my
husband's feet.

We were quiet for a few minutes and it was odd, perhaps, that we'd be
so comfortable like that, but we were. My husband half-clothed and me
on my knees in the kitchen. Neither of us talking, or moving really,
but just looking at each other. We'd never found silence uncomfortable
and this moment was like so many others we'd shared, but different as
well. Amy was there, like a ghost, and we were both thinking about
her, but in very different ways I was sure.

"Do you like this?" There was another thought in my mind.

"What's that?" Kurt focused his eyes on mine.

"Nevermind." I shook my head and if he was going to pursue it, he
changed his mind and let it go.

"I'd better get a shower." Kurt was stroking my hair.

"Do you want me to wash your back?" I gave him an impish look, turning
my face so I could kiss his palm. "I'll let you wash mine."

"This really turns you on, doesn't it?" Kurt said and he was smiling,
not teasing me, but genuinely surprised I think.

"I told you it did." I held up my hands so Kurt could take them and
help me to my feet. "Does it turn you on?"

"You turn me on." He pulled me close enough so he could bend his lips
to mine. "I don't need anything else."

"Mmmm..." I sighed as our kiss ended, licking my lips. "But you still
haven't told me what you think about."

"Don't start that." Kurt chuckled. "Come on, let's get you wet. What
time's this girl coming?"

"Too late." I giggled and I was already soaked as Kurt moved, bringing
me with him by the hand. "Um, noon...She'll be here at noon."

"Just don't be disappointed, okay?" Kurt said and he gave me a close
look over his shoulder as I nodded.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hi!" Amy was standing on my doorstep, smiling happily and all by
herself.

"Hi." I smiled back at her, "Where's your mom?"

"Oh, I dunno. Getting her hair done or something." Amy wrinkled her
nose and her hazel eyes were bright and cheerful. "She just dropped me
off."

"Okay." I shrugged at that and let the fourteen year old in.

"I can stay til five, then she's picking me up." Amy said, looking
around comfortably and combing her brown hair back, thick and wavy and
almost auburn, tucking it behind her ears.

"Great, that's cool." I agreed. "Did you eat already?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She nodded and then kind of froze, like a deer
caught in headlights.

"Hi." Kurt's voice came from the kitchen doorway.

"Hi." Amy smiled and I think the girl even blushed a little, her
tanned face going slightly pink and she was so beautiful like that.

"Kurt, this is Amy, the girl who modeled for me yesterday." I smiled,
putting on a little act for Amy's benefit, and then my husband's.
"This is my husband, Kurt."

"Nice to meet you, Amy." Kurt's voice was gentle and I'd briefly
worried that he might try and turn the girl away immediately, but my
husband wasn't like that. He wouldn't be rude or selfish.

"Hi, yeah." Amy licked her lips and smiled and I knew she was
remembering the paintings I'd shown her, the nudes of Kurt, and they
were fresh in her teenage mind.

"Hey, um, how about I do the two of you together." I sucked my bottom
lip and looked between Kurt and Amy. "For the Lolita thing, it'll be
good."

"What's that?" Kurt smiled at me but I could tell he wasn't really
happy with my idea, meeting Amy was one thing, posing with the girl
all afternoon...

"Really?" Amy's eyes grew large and she drew her attention from my
husband back to me.

"Yeah." I grinned at her and then turned pleading eyes on Kurt. "Come
on, please? I haven't painted you in so long. It'll be fun."

"Oh." He gave me a sarcastic smile. "Posing is fun now? When did that
start?"

Amy giggled at that and she could hardly take her eyes off the man and
I took that as a good sign. Kurt gave her a smile, one of his real
ones, and whatever my problems might be, it was hard for Kurt to blame
the smiling young model as she stood there. It wasn't Amy's fault I
was a little crazy and my husband knew it.

It took some work, a lot of silent begging on my part in between
playful words to convince Kurt to pose with Amy, but ten minutes later
I had them both in my studio. It had actually been a little easier
than I would have expected and I wondered if Kurt had agreed only to
please me, or because he found Amy interesting. I wanted to believe
both reasons and as well as I knew my husband, Kurt had always
retained some small ability to frustrate my complete understanding of
him. His motives were hidden at times and that was part of the mystery
of love, really. I liked being curious, as most women do.

"Okay, I want to do this nude, I think." I looked at Amy, who was
wearing jeans today and a pink blouse. "Will that be okay for you?"

"You want me nude?" She blinked at me. "Or, um..."

"Nudes?" Kurt rolled his eyes and he was suspicious, naturally and if
he had secrets from me, I was an open book for him.

"Both of you." I nodded. "You can change in there, Amy, and Kurt can
use the bedroom." I smiled at him. "You know where it is. I'll get Amy
a robe."

"Uh, hold on, Kris..." Kurt smiled at me and he was shaking his head.

"What?" I frowned at him. "Amy's available for nudes, I checked, and
you...Well, I've seen you naked before, dear."

"Amy hasn't." My husband pointed out. "And I'm not sure how she feels
about being naked in front of a strange man."

"It's okay. I was naked all morning for Paul." Amy shrugged with a
giggle. "He's pretty strange."

"She's seen you naked too." I grinned at the look on my husband's face
when I told him that. "I opened the wrong portfolio by accident
yesterday."

"Oh." Amy gave a little gasp and I think she'd rather that had stayed
our little secret.

"The wrong..." Kurt tilted his head. "...Kris?"

"It's okay, we're all professionals here." I was pushing him then.
"I'll write you a check after were done, now go on. Don't be shy now."

"This is a bad idea." Kurt whispered to me as I was getting him out
the door.

"It's just art." I whispered back and gave him a kiss for good luck.

"She's just a kid." He sighed. "What are you doing?"

"If she's just a kid then what's the problem?" I challenged him.
"You're the one saying it doesn't matter, that nothing will happen,
right? So prove it to me."

"Kris..."

"Just show me." I smiled. "Or do you want to change your mind?"

"This isn't just about us." My husband resisted. "She's a person, she
has feelings."

"She's a model," I said, "and besides, you'll let her down easy. I
know you."

"Nothings going to happen." He insisted.

"That's what you keep saying." I shrugged. "So prove it."

"It isn't going to work." Kurt finally smiled, shaking his head and
walking away.

"You're not gonna be in trouble with him, are you?" Amy asked me and
she'd seen us talking, but I didn't think she'd heard anything.

"Trouble?" I giggled. "No, he just hasn't posed in front of anyone
else since college. He's nervous."

"Because of me?" Amy laughed and stuck out her tongue as I led her
into the adjoining room I used as a dressing room when models needed
one.

"Yeah." I smiled at her. "Boys are like that."

"He can't be as nervous as I am." She confessed and started
unbuttoning her blouse. "I've never posed with someone else,
especially a man like that...I mean, you know..."

I grinned at her sheepish smile as the girl remembered Kurt was my
husband. There was a robe hanging on the wall and I held it while Amy
undressed. I took in her puffy breasts once more, those marvelous pink
nipples so generous and pointing out from her smallish breasts
wonderfully. The soft tummy she had with a just a touch of babyfat to
accentuate her form, that magical shape a female possesses when she'd
neither a girl nor a woman, but something of both all at once. I found
her breathtaking, much as I had the day before, and seeing her sex
exposed as the girl removed her panties forced me to look away. Her
immature pussy was small and sparsely covered with thin curling hair,
brown and hiding nothing of her thin pink lips as they clung together,
tucked safely away inside her delicate slit. It was a perfect pussy,
sweet and innocent and lovely as the rest of her.

"Here you go." I held the robe open so Amy could slip it on and we
emerged into my studio to find Kurt in his old blue bathrobe looking
unsure of himself.

"This feels kinda weird." Amy whispered with giggle.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." I said softly, my good
conscience finally asserting itself, but I really didn't want her to
change her mind.

"No, I want to..." She smiled and made a little face and then turned her
head as Kurt was watching us with a curious smile. "...I do."

"Where are we doing this?" Kurt asked and he was looking at Amy,
smiling at her and it was reassuring for the girl, I think, as she
smiled back and lowered her eyes slightly.

"Right over here, on the stool." I walked them over towards the
windows and the open doors leading to our balcony, pulling the stool
where I wanted it.

"Both of us?" Kurt chuckled.

"Yeah." I smiled, pushing my excitement aside and going into full tilt
artist mode. "I'm doing Lolita, so...Yeah. I want you, Kurt...Come here,
you're going to sit like this...Take this off now, this leg...Up...this one
down, turn...Hold on..."

I had my husband naked now, his robe on the floor and I kicked it away
with my foot. The stool was comfortable enough, with a padded leather
cushion on the round seat, and I had his legs slightly apart, his left
foot on the floor, right foot on the lower rung of the stool and now I
needed Amy.

Kurt had been watching Amy mostly and glancing down every so often to
see how much or little of his manhood I was exposing. What she was
doing, I had no idea, all my attention was on my husband and while I
knew that whatever work I did with my two models had no practical
value, I still wanted to do the best art I could. It became an
obsession, like it always was, part of my mind taking over and
becoming detached and focused. It helped Kurt relax anyway as it was
familiar and he understood that much about me at least.

"Okay, now...Amy, let's take this off, and I want you to...Come here, Kurt
you have to hold her, take her by the hips and lift...Just put her down,
there...Amy, put your legs around him, that's it...Not too close...Turn a
little, how's that?"

There was a lot of giggling, and not just from Amy. Kurt was laughing
lightly and as nervous as I'd ever seen him in my life. I grinned at
the effect having a naked and gorgeous fourteen year old girl
squirming in his lap was having on my husband. He'd told me that he
had no interest in teen girls, sexually or otherwise, but I couldn't
imagine any man not going for Amy in a big way. She was a professional
model for a reason and it wasn't just because of her looks, she had
that extra...Something. You wanted to like her, to love her even, and
compared with a lot of models I'd met, Amy's personality was as sweet
and innocent as they came.

"Am I holding you too tight?" Kurt asked her softly and Amy shook her
head.

"No, it's...nice." She could barely get the words out before Amy bit her
bottom lip with some small pleasure.

I stepped back and I had Amy sitting on my husband's lap, her legs
spread around his waist as he held her. Kurt's hands were on her hips,
or more properly almost on her ass, while she straddled his thighs.
She had her hands on his shoulders and I moved them, putting Amy's
right hand on his neck, and her left against his stomach. I had her
leaning back slightly and then a little more, as much as was
comfortable for them, accentuating the suggested sexual union and
separating their hearts and minds as the two bodies diverged.

I made some adjustments, wanting my two lovers entwined from the waist
down and Kurt's penis wasn't hard yet, but it was threatening. He was
thinking about something, his mom, apple pie, baseball, something
besides Amy, because her fourteen year old sex was splayed and oh so
vulnerable just inches above his cock. I made a note of it, my tummy
roiling with butterflies, but my mind stayed focused and clear on the
image I wanted, the story they were telling me with their pose. The
contrast between the old man and the child, the closeness and
distance, the way Kurt held Amy and she was pushing and pulling at him
all at once.

He was giving me dirty looks and I knew my husband wanted to voice his
concerns, probably give me a hard time about taking unfair advantage
of the situation. If Kurt had known I was going to pose them this way,
he never would have agreed. I think it was only Amy and her
willingness to do what I asked that kept Kurt's frustrations in check.
The girl didn't complain, or say much of anything, she just smiled and
her body was feverish everywhere I touched her. She could hardly
breathe it seemed and if Kurt was fighting his growing arousal, Amy
was surrendering to hers completely.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked her gently and Amy nodded, making a soft
sound of agreement in her throat, but unable or unwilling to try
speaking just then.

Amy's nipples were stiff now, not merely puffy but aching and hard and
I reached between my two models, putting my right hand on the small of
Amy's back and my left hand going to her left breast, brushing that
dark cherry colored nub of flesh as I took her body by the side and
turned the girl slightly. It made her gasp and her wide eyes darted to
my face as she held her breath against the pressure of my hands on her
body.

"This is good." I swallowed hard and my own body was burning from
within as I let her go and stepped back, taking the two of them in
posed together as I'd only dared imagine. "Amy, I want you looking up
a little more, into Kurt's eyes, okay? Open your mouth again, just a
bit...Just that bottom lip, a little breathless, right?...And your hair,
let me see..."

"Kris, maybe this isn't..." Kurt was looking at me.

"Don't look at me." I chided him, now that I had Amy the way I wanted
her. "I'm going to get most of your face. I want your eyes, okay? So
look at her, but turn your head so I can see them...Follow him, Amy...
Kurt, look at her and stop...there! Perfect...Don't! Move! I need some
pictures first."

I used my Polaroid to empty a fresh film cartridge, laying two dozen
photos to develop along my bench and then I sighed happily. If nothing
else, I had pictures of my fantasy come to life and I closed my eyes
for just a second, letting myself bathe in that. This wasn't art, it
was pornography, I thought. I had a fourteen year old girl and a man
twice her age together, making love, my husband and this child, this
fertile young woman who'd never known disappointment in her life. That
was what I loved about her, and him together in her arms, the promise,
the potential, the future possibilities. I'd had that once and now it
was gone. I was grown up and living with my past, living with who I
was and my frustrated yearnings, but Amy...It was all ahead of her and
that's what Kurt didn't understand.

"Okay, you guys can breathe and talk or whatever, just...Don't move too
much. I'm gonna sketch for a bit and then we'll take a break. Are you
guys okay like that? Comfortable?"

I was turning on my little stereo, digging out some old David Bowie,
the stuff from Berlin, Station to Station, just to give my ears
something to do while my eyes and fingers worked. Kurt wasn't big on
Bowie, and Amy had probably never heard of the guy, but they had their
hands full anyway and it was my studio. My rules.

"I'm...Okay." Kurt agreed slowly and then he asked Amy, "How are you
doing?"

"I'm...Fine." She nodded slightly and I could see her legs tighten as he
butt shifted a little over my husband's thighs and his pubic hair was
tickling her little pink clitoris probably.

"You guys look good together." I smiled, sitting down in my old swivel
chair, rocking back with a big sketchpad over my knees. "She's so
pretty, isn't she, Kurt?"

"Yeah. She's very...pretty." My husband replied carefully and they were
staring into each other's eyes, they didn't have a choice now.

I watched my husband's hands as they moved, just ever so slightly. He
was holding Amy's soft round hips and ass, his big gentle hands
covering so much of her flushed skin. She looked tiny in his arms and
I could see her own fingers on Kurt's neck, they were moving slightly,
nervously perhaps, stroking his muscles and feeling his strength.

"Give me those eyes, Kurt...No, look at her, but turn your head...good." I
nodded. "Now tell her she's beautiful, I want to see it...Go ahead..."

"Kris..."

"You have to sell it..." I clucked my tongue and giggled. "...Go on, talk
to her, Kurt. You guys aren't saying anything. It's okay, I like it
when you relax, you know."

I watched as Kurt shifted slightly, his brow creased with a look of
concentration I'd rarely seen from him. I pushed my chair slightly,
just enough so that I could see the bottom of Amy's pert ass, each
cheek perfectly round and the deep crack of her butt tight as they
were pushed together. Then her smooth pelvis spread wide, the taut
flesh between her thighs unspoiled by the sexy mouth of her sex. And
beneath her my husband's faithful penis, swollen now and it was
standing up and out and against the girl's secret place, her pussy was
riding the shaft while they sat motionless and neither had given me
any sign of it, but there it was. The swollen head of Kurt's long cock
extending now beyond the girl, reaching towards me as it pressed up
and across her anus, large and obscene and beautiful.

I felt my cunt spasm and my stomach churned, knowing this girl, this
young woman was feeling Kurt's cock against her sex and she was a
virgin, she had to be. Her very first cock was pressed to the entrance
of her womb and all he had to do was lift her, bringing his mouth to
those barely formed breasts while his cock surged upright to impale
the girl. He could lower Amy slowly, carefully while she clung to him,
and his turgid prick would part those thin lips and stretch her nether
mouth wide, eager to take her virginity and later her fertile womb.

Amy was trembling I realized, her shoulders, that was the only place I
could see it, and her knees maybe, her thighs shaking. She was scared
to death, or stimulated beyond reason. Probably both of those and
more, I decided, she was excited and confused, her body awakened for
the first time in her life. I mean really awakened, with a man's flesh
against hers, a man's eyes looking into her heart and soul and she was
looking back, growing up in silence and trying to understand those new
feelings.

Kurt spoke to her, whispering and I could see his lips move, the tip
of his tongue every now and again between his sensual lips, and Amy
would nod, or more often swallow thickly. The girl's breasts were
rising and falling with some urgency now as she struggled to draw cool
air into her body. Kurt's penis was wet, the tip glistening as clear
precum appeared, the dew of his arousal pausing at the tip and then
spilling down the dark glans to fall to the floor. He was moving,
barely and I couldn't know if it was deliberate or just an unexpected
reaction to the girl's nervous energy. They were struggling, both of
them together, locked in their embrace and feigning indifference, but
it was so obvious, their passion so completely revealed and if they
were aware of me, of anything beyond each other, I could see nothing
of it.

I sketched as quickly as I could, tearing away at my pad and loosing
the images I'd captured so that they scattered on the hardwood floor
around me. I was stealing the moment and in truth only portions of it.
Their eyes and their hands on one page, the way Amy's legs wrapped
around my husband's waist on another. I recorded her muscles growing
tight as she pulled herself closer and Kurt was holding her, his
fingers indenting the girl's excited flesh. Amy's skin turned white
where his fingers dug deep, and she was florid everywhere else, ruddy
with a passionate glow my pencils could not grasp.

I was wet, my sex running hot and humid between my thighs. My whole
body seemed to quiver with electricity and only my hands and eyes
remained steady. I was in a rush, pushing myself to finish before I
might orgasm because it was so close now. A touch was all I needed, a
whisper upon my clit and I would collapse completely and my
desperation was a mirror of theirs. Amy would burst with the slightest
provocation now, if Kurt would only brush her lips with his, the girl
would be lost completely. She was begging for it, pleading with her
eyes and fingers and the measure of her sex against my husband's
turgid cock. She was grinding, helpless to do otherwise and the hand
on his stomach was weak as she leaned forward, her resistance failing
so that she could feel her lover's breath upon her face.

"Lets..." I cleared my throat, "...Uh, take a break. You can...Get up and...
Okay..."

I dropped my eyes as the two of them were startled into motion, Amy
pushing herself back to her original position, Kurt turning his head
to blink at me, as if he'd forgotten I was there. They made guilty
sounds, taking deep breaths and giggling softly and then finally Kurt
was lifting the girl, letting Amy untangle herself and I could see
their reluctance as she gained her feet unsteadily. Amy stretched and
looked away quickly as Kurt's erection slid out from beneath the girl.
It sprang upward and slapped his belly and Kurt covered himself as
best he could, turning and reaching for his robe while Amy's eyes
returned helplessly to see him again.

I left them without a word, dropping my pad and going to the bathroom
first with ideas of masturbation and release, but turning at the last
moment. My heart was pounding and my lungs labored and I went to the
kitchen sink, running cold water and splashing it on my face. This was
what I'd wanted, what I'd asked for and received and the moment was
too rich for my blood. I wanted my husband then. I wanted Kurt in my
arms and in my bed and in my body. I'd seen all I needed to and my
imagination was sated for the moment. The girl could go. Amy could
leave us now, I thought, I wanted my husband back.

It was confusing now that I was away from them and I felt myself
filled with guilt and even jealousy perhaps, some small portion of
that dread emotion like a needle in my heart. I'd been right and Kurt
had been wrong and I'd seen them together, my husband with that
beautiful girl, wanting her and touching her and aroused only for her.
My feelings were unjust and unreasonable while I washed my face and
neck and down to the tops of my breasts. What had I expected to
happen? What did I want to happen? I'd thought I'd known, but now...I
just wanted Kurt back.

They were standing on the balcony, outside in the sunlight with their
bathrobes tied loosely, leaning over the railing with their backs to
me. Their bodies were close, their hips touching as they looked out
and down and I heard Amy laughing and Kurt had his arm around her,
behind her waist as he held the wrought iron and trapped the girl
beside him. They looked as lovers, the man and the girl, and Amy's
left foot was up, her toes digging at the marble tiles while her hips
moved, only slightly, side to side as she rubbed against my husband.
They were lovers now, or so nearly so that it didn't matter. They'd
shared something new and different, something I'd never known with the
man I was married to and my heart stammered to see it, the excitement
returning unbidden and perhaps unwanted.

I was of a mind to speak, to draw them away from each other and assert
myself between them somehow. Instead I sat down in my chair, closing
my eyes for a long moment before picking up my pad and pencil, decided
in my confusion to share the moment in the only way I could.

end
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