Chapter 2 - Stormclouds
I wake to the sounds of mockingbirds and cardinals. The sky is blue-gray, red light filtering through the trees where the sun is about to rise. Elaine is already awake. She is lying on her left side, watching me.
"What a beautiful sight to wake up to. Good morning, Elaine."
She's silent for a moment, then: "My God, what have we done?"
"What did we do? From the concert, or from when we arrived here and things started to get interesting?"
"No, you idiot, not what did we do, what have we done?" She smiles tightly. "I'm sure when my husband left me in your care, he expected me to be good."
"Then I don't see the problem. You were very good."
"Can't you ever be serious?" Then she gives me her sly smile. "I was, wasn't I? We were." She reaches out and strokes my face. "Can we be good some more?"
"Serious has to wait until after coffee. I think anything else does, too."
I head into the house for a bathroom and mouthwash stop. I fill the coffee maker and turn it on. As the coffee finishes brewing, Elaine comes through from the bathroom, wearing Anita's bathrobe. She puts her arm around me and rests her head on my shoulder.
"I hope you don't mind me borrowing this," she said. "I didn't feel comfortable walking around naked. I know the house too well. I keep thinking that I'll turn a corner and find Anita here."
"I don't mind. Unless you think we should call Anita and ask permission?"
She smiles and hugs me. We wait until the coffee is brewed, then take two cups outside, and lie on the mattress.
"So, do you want to be serious, now?" she asks.
"I'm not sure if it's a good idea," I say, "but I will if you want." I pause for a moment, considering. "OK, but remember, you asked."
I take a deep breath. "Elaine, I love you."
Her face registers surprise. She lies silent for a time. "Perhaps you were right," she says eventually. "Perhaps being serious isn't a good idea." She's quiet for a moment longer. "But then, I think I may be in love with you too, and that disturbs me, because I know I still love Geoff." Another silence, then, quietly: "Do you think it's possible to really love more than one person?"
"I think so," I say. "I think I have done for most of the time I've known you."
She strokes my face. "Perhaps that's true for me, too," she says. "I haven't thought of it that way. I know that I want you to be part of my life, and I don't mean for the occasional dinner party. I've wanted that for a long time. For a while I was torn up about it. I felt like I couldn't love Geoff while I was fixated on you, but I do. I love him very much. I love to be around him. I love making love to him. I'm even missing him a little this weekend. But since I met you, there has been a gap he can't fill. Does that make any sense?"
"I think that I can be a much better husband and lover to Anita, if I don't expect her to be everything to me. If we can, even occasionally, give to each other what we know we can't take from our spouses, well, I think I could be very happy with the arrangement. So yes, that makes sense."
"So," she says. "What do we do about it?"
I think for a moment. "Well, long term, we do what we talked about last night. Take the opportunities that we can, but don't try to overwork anything, and don't risk our marriages. If we find it isn't enough, or if we find we're doing harm, then it's time to re-evaluate. Medium term, I buy more champagne and a negligee that will fit in a thimble." She colors prettily as she recalls her demand of last night. "And tonight we'll practice taking it off."
She says, "Dare I ask what the short term part is?"
In answer, I reach down and pull the belt from her bathrobe. I open the bathrobe and run my hands along her sides.
"I like the short term," she says, slipping out of the robe.
I caress her breasts as I kiss her. She runs her fingernails over my hardening cock.
She rolls onto her back, and moves my head to her breast. I tongue her nipple as she strokes my shaft. After a short time, she guides me into her, and we move slowly, missionary-style.
The sun, barely above the horizon, is making fractured, dancing patterns through the trees. Birdsong and the early morning buzz of insects mask the sound of Elaine's breathing. We move leisurely, prolonging our pleasure as we can. Her smoothness against me is a joy to be savored, not hurried.
After a time, she pushes me away, turns on her right side and parts her legs. As I enter her from behind, she sucks in a deep breath. She hooks her left leg over mine, and we rock gently. I nibble her ear and the back of her neck, and reach over and stroke her breast.
I slide my hand down between her legs, gently squeezing her clit against my shaft. She moans and breathes deeply. As I stroke her, she bucks against me and comes. The pulsing of her orgasm almost makes me come too, but I hold off. We move slowly until she's through.
She pulls away again, rolls me onto my back, and lowers herself onto me. She lies down, and we move against each other, slowly exploring love in the summer morning scent. Light dapples her breasts, which I stroke and taste. She smiles, eyes closed, as I rub her nipple with my tongue. She pushes harder against me, and I respond. I grab her ass with both hands and pull her tightly against me. She breathes tightly through her teeth, panting, and pushes against me, harder, faster. When she comes, I'm right on the edge, and I thrust harder into her. She cries out in delight as I come too. She flattens her breasts against my chest and hugs me as we slow, letting our passions abate. We relax, and lie together for several minutes. Finally, I roll onto my side. Elaine is drifting back to sleep, and, still holding her, I follow suit.
The sun is high when we wake. I hope the trees have given us enough shade. If not, we may both have embarassing suntans to explain.
It's time to move. Elaine wants to be home before Geoff is likely to call. We share an enjoyable shower, dress, and drive to her house. She waits in the car while I unlock the door and open the garage door, then I drive in, and she can leave the car without her neighbors seeing her return in her evening gown.
We drink coffee and talk. When Elaine goes to get changed, I offer to help, and before too long she's in her panties, I'm in my underwear, and we're caressing each other on her bed.
I am kissing her breasts as the phone rings. It's Geoff, checking in with her. She strokes my hair as I squeeze and suck her breasts, and tells Geoff she's doing fine. As they make small talk, I turn over and slide off her underwear. She removes mine, and strokes my cock as I kiss her thighs. She tells Geoff that she's thinking of him.
She parts her legs, and I open her up with my fingers and run my tongue around. I penetrate her with my tongue, and she shivers as I probe her most sensitive areas. She starts to lick my shaft, and alternates between mouthing me and talking to Geoff. At one point, she says "no, nothing, just an early morning snack", and I chuckle silently. She takes in more of me each time, and as I finger and tongue her rhythmically, she responds by pressing herself against me.
She is very wet, and I can tell she's very turned on. I rasp my tongue on her clit and she gasps. I scrub regularly and hard with my tongue, and I can hear her breath catch. I hear her making her goodbyes, trying hard to keep her voice steady. "I hear ... the kettle ..." she tells Geoff. "I'm coming ... it's coming .. to a boil. I need to go." She tells him she loves him and hangs up, almost dropping the phone.
She takes me into her mouth, gasping for breath through her nose, and sucks hard, brushing me roughly with her tongue. It's my turn to gasp, as pleasure wells up inside me. I roll onto my back and position her over my face. I get my tongue deep inside her and grab her ass, holding her against me. She lies along me, takes a shuddering deep breath, then gets her mouth back around me and draws me deep. As she moves back, she massages the head with her tongue.
I use what little control I have left to try to ignore what she's doing, to postpone my release. Instead, I suck hard on her clit, rubbing it with my tongue. I'm kneading her butt, keeping her pressed firmly against my lip and chin, sandwiching her clit. She opens her mouth and releases me as she groans loudly, writhing and thrusting against my face. She tenses suddenly. As her legs stiffen, she grabs my shaft back in her mouth, and grinds her tongue into me, dragging me right to the edge.
I hold her, gasping, on the brink, for several moments. She keeps my erection between her lips, but does not move. The sensation is electric. Then I suck, flapping my tongue as hard as I am able, and she erupts in climax. She immediately shakes her head up and down, and the effect is immediate and explosive as she drives me into orgasm.
We draw each others' pleasure out as long as possible. When she rolls off me, we're both breathing like marathon runners, and my balls ache.
"If that's what ... phone sex ... is like," she manages eventually, "I understand why those 900 numbers are so expensive."
"If it were, it would be worth every penny. I don't think I'd have the stamina to call very often, though. As it is, if we're going to keep our sanity, I should leave now and pick you up this evening."
"Insanity has its rewards," she says, "but abstinence will make the parts grow stronger. Pick me up at seven."
I drive home and recuperate for a time. I call Anita, who is having a good time up at the trade show. I thank her for the recommendation for last night's concert, and tell her that Elaine and I had a wonderful time. I find myself imagining making love to Anita outside on the deck. I'm startled by how exciting I find the idea. I could persuade her, though it may take some effort. Perhaps I should find a way to hide the deck better from the outside, get more privacy, that would help...
She asks why I've gone quiet, and I tell her the truth: that I'm having an erotic fantasy about her. She won't know how to take that. I tell her I miss her, and will call tomorrow, we say our goodbyes and I hang up.
I make reservations for dinner and dancing for tonight.
In the early afternoon, as promised, I tour a few intimate apparel stores. I buy Elaine a two-piece baby doll outfit, with a short, almost transparent lace-edged jacket, and panties. White. I pick up champagne on the way back home, and put it in the fridge.
I pick Elaine up at seven. As yesterday, she is dressed in black, but this dress is much less restrained than yesterday's black silk. It has a long, narrow skirt, slitted high, displaying long, dark-stockinged legs. The top is low-cut, but fastened at the neck, displaying a good-sized area of delicate contours. A small diamond pendant is suspended just above the cleavage. She has brushed some of her hair forward; Godiva-like, it rests on her breasts.
I must look overwhelmed. Her amber eyes look up through long lashes. She isn't wearing her glasses.
"Do you like it?" she asks, and gives a small self-conscious twirl.
"You are beautiful," I say, and mean it.
Mindful of the neighbors, she keeps her distance from me as we walk to the car, but leans across and strokes my hand as we drive away.
After we eat, we take to the floor. We have danced together several times, as part of our normal foursome. This is far better. With no need to maintain a chaste separation, we dance hip-to-hip. Close enough, certainly, that she can tell exactly how much I'm enjoying being with her. Elaine is a wonderful dancer, and manages to make even a simple waltz feel sensual.
We have certainly never tangoed before. That dance is always strictly reserved for our spouses. Elaine's eyes hold mine with such intensity that I half expect to catch fire. When the dance is over, we relieve some of the passion in a kiss, unheeding anyone around us.
A slight flash catches my eye, and I find a window. A thundershower has formed. I tell Elaine that we need to leave, I have to get the mattress back into the house before the rain arrives.
"That's a shame, I was enjoying dancing. Still," she hooks her arm into mine, "we'll just have to find something else to do."
We arrive home barely before the storm. A few large raindrops fall onto the blankets as we drag the mattress back inside. We leave it a few feet inside the door, still on the floor. I leave the French doors open.
Elaine puts her arms around my neck and kisses me on the lips. "So," she asks, "did you do any shopping today?"
"I did. I couldn't find anything that would fit in a thimble, but I think I came close."
We kiss for a moment longer, then I bring the champagne, glasses, and a box. I pour the champagne, and we toast each other. She opens the box, and her eyes are alight as she examines the contents. I venture that it is even more revealing than the dress she's wearing, and she grins. She takes the skimpy outfit and her glass to the bathroom.
She returns in Anita's bathrobe, and demands more champagne. After I pour it, she gives me a langourous kiss, then steps back and slides off the bathrobe in an erotic strip-tease.
The jacket veils her high breasts, but doesn't hide them at all. it hangs barely below her panties, which clearly show her dark hair. All in all, I don't think I've ever seen a sexier sight. As she undresses me, it's more than apparent what effect she's having on me.
As she peels off my underwear, she runs her hands along my shaft. Then she pulls me over to the matress. She sits down, and looks up into my eyes. Her face is on a level with my cock, and still watching me, she starts to lick.
She rubs her tongue all over my shaft, stopping to nibble on all of the sensitive parts she finds. She takes the head into her mouth and scrubs the end with her tongue. My muscles tighten involuntarily, and I force myself to relax. She takes me further into her, and toys with the sensitive area below the head. She is still watching my face. She slides her mouth back, releasing me with a slurping sound, and then takes me as deeply as she can. At this angle, she can't take as much of me in as she did last night, but she compensates for the lack of depth by playing with me with her tongue. The effect on me is as powerful as the storm growing outside, electricity seems to leap along my cock and back into me.
Seeing her looking at me with those beautiful smoky eyes, and watching her breasts rise and fall through the negligee, is having almost as much effect as her work with her tongue. This woman has me in thrall, and I love it.
She mouths me slowly, taking her cues from my face, being careful to keep me right on the edge, taunting me with her control over me. She plays her tongue over the head, and I tense; she's letting me know that she has the power to make me come at any time. Then she backs off again, and I experience equal parts of frustration and deep pleasure. She does this several times, each time letting me get so close to the edge it's painful.
She pulls me up to the edge again, then suddenly starts moving quickly, going deep, pulling back, keeping pressure on my hard with her tongue and lips. I can offer no resistance as my muscles start to spasm and I come. She pulls away, and watches me come all over the bedsheets. She isn't quite finished with me, though. As I start to slow down, she grabs my cock in her mouth again and sucks like a popsicle, crushing the head with her tongue. My body is responding in spite of itself; she's dragging my orgasm on into the realms of ecstatic torture.
I'm relieved and disappointed when she finally releases me. I sit on the mattress beside her and recover my breath. I put my arm around her, and she rests her head on my shoulder.
"I want to say, 'that was incredible'," I say, "but that doesn't do it justice. Thank you."
She kisses me, running her tongue over my lips. "No need to thank me," she says, "you're about to repay the favor, aren't you?"
"I'll do my best," I answer, "though I can't promise anything that will match that."
She lies back on the mattress. She has propped her head up with pillows, and is drinking her champagne. She pours herself some more as I turn off the room lights. The rain is steady now, but not heavy. The storm is still some way away, perhaps it will miss us completely. I make my way back to her by touch and the occasional faint lightning flash.
I kiss her on the mouth and stroke her firm breasts through the thin cloth. Her nipples are hard.
I lift her jacket and take her right breast in my mouth. I suck gently and knead her left breast with my right hand. I kiss her between her breasts, stroking and squeezing them to the side of my face.
I move down and kiss her thighs. I run my tongue over her upper thighs, right up to the panties. I nuzzle her pussy through the panties and kiss her thighs some more. I move my hands under her, and squeeze her butt as I kiss.
I slide my hands under her panties and stroke her ass. Then I slip her panties down her legs, still kissing her thighs. I run my tongue closer and closer to her pussy. She squirms under me.
I part her with my thumbs and lick shallowly, all around. The smell and taste of her is incredible. In spite of what she just put me through, I feel a stirring in my groin. I feel as though I could lose myself in her.
I look up at her as I enter her deeply with my tongue. My eyes are more used to the darkness, and I can see her watching me intently. In a weak lightning flash her eyes seem to glow like a cat's. She is still holding her drink, and occasionally sips it. I am moving my tongue slowly but constantly, still holding her with my thumbs.
I keep dragging my tongue back and forth, slowly but regularly. I take my hands away, wet my finger, and run it around inside her. I can feel an involuntary tension in her thighs. She drains her glass, still watching me, and sets it aside. I press my tongue as hard against her as I can, still pushing in and out. She moves slightly against me, then forces herself to relax. I keep the steady movement, still exploring with my finger.
I feel her clit changing shape under my tongue, becoming more pronounced. I decide it's time to give it some direct attention. I run the tip of my tongue over it, circling, quickly and gently. I get two fingers inside her and rub slowly, where my tongue was. She watches everything I do. She has opened her mouth to breathe more easily. I keep playing with her clit and stroking with my fingers as her breathing deepens.
I pull my fingers back out and open her up again, giving me room to get my tongue right up against her clit. I run my tongue around, then flick against it, hard and fast. She draws a sharp breath through her teeth, and starts to move against me. I slow down, toying with her.
I take her clit in my mouth and suck gently, rubbing with my tongue. I release her as she bucks against me, and keep tonguing her. Her thighs are straining, pushing her pussy into my face. I shake my head gently, rubbing the bridge of my nose against her pussy, and suck gently again. She shudders, and I release her.
I take her into my mouth again, rubbing gently with my tongue, and get my hands under her ass, pulling her against me. She rocks, and I rock with her. This time is for real. I think she knows it. "Oh, God," she says. "Don't stop."
She has closed her eyes, and her face is tight with control. I move with her up and down, still sucking gently, then I suck hard and squeeze her ass firmly. I shake my head around, my tongue pressing hard on her clit. She cries out, "ohhh ... ohhh ... Ohhh", thrusting against me. I stay with her, squeezing her to me as tight as I can, sucking on her hard. She arches her back and I keep up the pressure. She cries out louder, "OHHHHH" as her body spasms and wild contractions start inside her. Her body stays taut as she keeps coming, relaxing only slowly as she lowers herself back to the blankets.
I let up the pressure on her clit slightly, but don't let her go, playing with her clit in my mouth and kneading her ass. She keeps shuddering, and I feel with my tongue that she is still coming strongly.
Slowly, she relaxes. I release her clit, and stroke it with my tongue. Then I get up and collapse next to her on the bed. I watch her breasts rise and fall under the negligee. She rolls over against me, puts her arm over my chest and kisses my neck. "Wow," she says, and nothing more.
The rain is steady, and the thunder is slightly louder. I rest for a while, enjoying the scent of the rain, and Elaine's scent on me. Then I reach for the bottle and refill our glasses. We sit silently, sipping and watching the rain. She lifts her glass. "To many more indoor weekends."
"And opportunities to see you in that outfit," I counter, and we drink.
"You haven't even taken it off me, yet," she says.
"There doesn't seem to have been any need. Besides, you look almost as good in it as out of it."
"If this negligee had anything to do with the way you just made me feel, I'm keeping it on."
"There you go. It's your lucky nightie. Satisfaction guaranteed. Every one a winner."
"Well, that was certainly a winner," she says. "I think I did get lucky this weekend."
"We both did," I reply. "I feel very lucky. You are wonderful, and I love you."
"I love you too," she says. "I've decided. Remember that. If we don't have chance to be with each other for months, remember that I love you."
"I will," I tell her, and we kiss.
Our kiss, which began as a small show of affection, quickly becomes full-mouthed and passionate. Neither of us is ready for physical lovemaking yet, but exploring each others' bodies is still exciting. I slip my hands under her negligee and feel her breasts. She traces my tongue with hers.
I slip her negligee off over her head, and we lie on our sides, bodies squeezed together.
We break off occasionally for more champagne; it becomes a joke. The drink makes us both a little light-headed, but we're enjoying the feeling.
Elaine lies on top of me, and I kiss her breast. She reaches for her glass, and tries to drink it face down. I think more ended up in my hair than in her mouth, but we both giggle. I'm completely hard now. Lightning flashes close by, and we both jump, which makes us laugh some more.
When we've emptied the bottle, I tell her I'm going to get another, but she stops me. She is on her hands and knees, legs parted. She tells me she wants to play leapfrog...
I kneel and enter her from behind. She wriggles and moves against me, hard. I cup her breasts as we move, and she moans with pleasure.
I stroke her pussy, feeling her instantly go tight. "God, that feels good," she says. She thrusts against me quickly. I hold her hips and drive her hard against me several times. She pushes against me and shakes her thighs, rubbing herself against my erection as hard and fast as she can. She groans, and grunts under her breath with the effort. Suddently, she stops, and I pull her tightly into me as she comes.
The rippling tightness is hard to bear, but as much as she drew from me earlier, it's easy for me to restrain myself from coming. I'm sure she's capable of coming again, and I want to feel her come as many times as she's able. I withdraw, and lie on my back. She positions herself on top of me. I grab her butt and pull her against me as we move. She comes almost immediately, eyes closed, shuddering.
I don't let her rest, but keep driving her. I alternate between fondling and sucking on her breast and kneading her butt. The thunderstorm has moved right overhead, and the almost-constant lightning seems to be exciting her. I stop counting after the third climax.
Eventually, she seems to tire, so I work her gently up to one last orgasm. I slow down when she starts to push against me, and she gasps, on the edge. Then I push hard against her, letting myself go. As we both crest, lightening strikes close by, with an almost simultaneous deafening crash. We both jump, then thrust against each other harder than ever. I come almost violently, and she fastens her mouth on mine as her whole body quivers.
When we finally stop moving, we start laughing, Elaine's body shaking on mine. I hold her tight, and we lie together, kissing and murmuring to one another.
When we separate, the rain is torrential, and loud against the wooden deck. The thunder slowly subsides, though, leaving just the rain. We climb under the sheets, and Elaine falls asleep wrapped around me.
I lie here, a little bemused at the events of the last two days. Thirty hours or so since I saw the fire in those golden-brown eyes. A newly discovered love, and a new life to live. Certainly more problems to face, but with immeasurable rewards. I don't know where we go from here, but I believe very strongly that we will both enjoy the journey.