A Couple's Destiny

"Congratulations my dear!" Emily said as they toasted.

The young couple sat on the porch discussing John's opportunity and drinking wine until well after dark. Finally, with both pleasantly drunk, they beat a path to the bedroom and after fumbling to get each other's clothes off and laughing the whole time, they jumped onto the high bed and quickly embraced. Their lovemaking continued long into the night and John was pleasantly surprised when Emily woke him after he had drifted off and climbed on to him.

Now that both were working, the anxiety level vanished and with John's salary they were able to achieve a more-or-less break even status with their finances. The next several weeks went by quickly as they worked and late fall and hints of winter started to creep into their Gulf Coast home.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, and Janice and Emily had just finished inspecting a household of a young mother with two kids. The house, which was shared by the mother's out of work brother, had been pleasantly well kept and the kids, as confirmed by the school, were attending as required.

"I need to go back in and talk to Ranisha." Janice said to Emily after they had returned to the car. "You just wait out here."

It seemed a bit odd to Emily as nothing like this had occurred before but she just nodded and watched as Janice flipped on the radio for her to listen to then left the vehicle and went back into the house. Emily pulled out several files and busied herself with catching up on some paperwork while she waited. She was almost finished when she glanced at her watch and realized that almost twenty minutes had passed since Janice left. When ten more minutes had passed and there was still no sign of her co-worker, Emily nervously left the vehicle and approached the door.

"What's you want?" Ranisha asked through the slightly opened front door.

"I...I need to speak with Janice." She answered.

"She busy right..." The young mother started to say but at that moment there was a noise further in the house that made her stop, then look at Emily anxiously.

"Open the door, let me in." Emily demanded. She thought about calling for the police but some kind of partner solidarity kicked in and she felt she need to act immediately.

The force of her words made the black girl back away and Emily found herself moving swiftly down the hallway towards the source of the sound. Nearing the end, she came to a dead stop outside a closed bedroom door with Ranisha right behind her.

"OH FUCK...HIT IT...HIT IT...FUCK THIS OLD PUSSY!" She heard Janice's voice screeching and the incessant sound of squeaking bedsprings. Just for an instant, she thought maybe her trainer was being sexually assaulted but the sounds made it clear that she was a more than willing participant.

"Move that fat ass, bitch." Came the cry from a male voice that Emily knew was Ranisha's brother, Sam. Dumbfounded, she stood still for several more seconds, listening to the mating until she felt her entire body blush. She rushed past Ranisha, noticing her strange grin, and fled to the safe confines of the car.

Emily was forcing herself to work through more paperwork when about thirty minutes later the front door opened and Janice appeared. As soon as she entered the car, Emily's sense of smell was assaulted with what she knew was a combination of sweat and sex.

"Don't you worry about it." The supervisor told her charge as she settled into the seat then turned the ignition. All Emily could think of to do was nod her head as she kept pretending to study the papers.

The rest of the day was very tense with little talk. On the drive home, Emily thought about telling her husband what had occurred but decided to keep it to herself for the time being. She rationalized that it would only cause him to worry and he might press her to quit her job. It wasn't something she wanted to deal with since John was enjoying learning about real estate and was very proud they were making it on their own.

The next morning, Janice drove them directly to a small diner as soon as they left the office. Inside, she directed Emily to a back booth and after ordering coffee the conversation started.

"I guess we need to talk about it." The black woman said with a deep sigh.

"No, there's no need." Emily quickly countered.

Janice looked at her for several seconds then spoke. "Are you sure now? Cause I don't want you to freak out and I damn sure don't want to hear about it in the office."

"No, you won't. It's fine. I'm fine." The young wife replied struggling to maintain eye contact with her trainer.

There followed a long silence while both women contemplated events. Janice was concerned that Emily was too green about the ways of the world to deal with what she had discovered. If she made a stink, especially since she was being trained, the black women felt she might lose her job. Emily just wanted it all to go away and it was a subject that would never be discussed again.

"You okay girl?" Janice asked breaking the quiet.

"Yes, I'm fine. Truly." Emily responded.

Unfortunately, Janice took Emily's response and mannerisms as condescending and judgmental. She had always had something of a temper and now she could feel her blood beginning to boil.

"You know you ain't no better than me. You ain't special. You think you're so damn high and mighty with your skinny body and fancy education but look at you , working with fat ol' Janice." The black woman launched on her student.

"Janice, really I..." Emily started to reply before she was cut off.

"I bet you ain't never been fucked good either. Your husband? Little boys prick I bet." Janice spat out.

"Listen, I do not want to have this conversation." Emily fired back. She had been stunned at first with the change in tone but the black woman's challenge had made her angry. Now, she decided she had to say more. "And you know nothing about my husband. We are in love and make love. We don't fuck."

It was the third time in Emily's life where she had used the disgusting term and she instantly regretted losing her cool. Janice realized she had pushed too hard as well and had been surprised by Emily's aggressive response. At that point, both women were happy to stop.

They made rounds all morning with an awkward silence broken only when absolutely necessary to discuss a case. When lunch time came, Janice pulled the car into a sandwich shop but, when Emily opened the door to get out, she felt a hand on her arm.

"I want to say I'm sorry for what I said." The older woman said in a voice that let Emily know she was sincere. Janice was not the type of person that typically offered up an apology but for some reason she wanted to this time.

"Thank you Janice." Emily responded after letting the words sink in. Then she continued. "I don't want to hurt you or get you in trouble. You can trust me."

Janice received the words with a big smile and together they walked into the shop feeling much better that the air had been cleared. Amazingly, that conversation set them on a path that was more open and enjoyable. Janice quit lording it over her trainee and started treating her as an equal while Emily became less intimidated and was able to share things more freely. In fact, people in the office, seeing the difference that developed over several weeks, began to refer to them as "friends".

One Friday, stopping for a late lunch and feeling relaxed about the upcoming weekend, Janice broached the subject of sex with Emily again. This time, her words weren't pointed or barbed. Rather, they were asked out of curiosity in a manner any woman might follow.

"How are things in bed with you and John?" The black woman asked.

"Ssshhh...Janice. Someone might hear. Anyway, I'm not going to answer." Emily replied with just a hint of a smile.

"Come on. Tell me what white sex is like." She prodded.

"I'm sure it's exactly the same." She answered in a whisper while rolling her eyes. The fact that they could talk this way was a testament to how far their relationship had come from its rocky start.

"Is he big? Does he put you to bed?" Janice continued unaffected by Emily's discomfort.

"Put me to bed?" She asked ignoring the first part of the question.

"Yeah, when y'all are done are you passed out?" She explained.

"No." The young wife replied in a way that let Janice know she was both confused and curious.

Emily thought about their post-coital routine. Usually, she would go to the bathroom and freshen up. Sometimes John would too or he might just go to sleep. Certainly, she had never passed out from sex.

"How big is he?" She asked again.

"Janice, you're crazy..." She started to protest but she was interrupted.

"Come on Emily. Tell me now." She pushed.

Emily, looked around the room and, satisfied no one was paying attention to their conversation, used her hands to show a length of about five inches.

"How thick? How big around?' Janice quickly asked now that she had her giving up information.

Again, using her hands, Emily signaled that her husband's shaft was about 1 1/4 inches in diameter.

"Okay then." Janice said and picked up the menu.

"What?" Emily responded somewhat perturbed that after allowing herself to be goaded into sharing intimate information her colleague had suddenly dropped the subject.

Janice liked Emily and didn't want to embarrass her, so she didn't want to have to explain that her tall, good looking husband was under endowed. What a pity she thought. From the pictures she had seen, she knew he was very handsome and there was no question he doted on his wife. If he would just have had a bit more, she would have accepted Emily's view that he was the perfect man.

"Nothing girl. Let's get some food." She replied hoping to change the subject.

"Janice. Don't act like that. Tell me what you're thinking." She asked, now very curious.

Janice tried to think of a gentle way of telling her but in the end she just blurted out. "Honey, that's pretty small."

Instantly, Emily's face turned to disappointment which made Janice feel even worse. Several seconds of awkward silence were broken when she said. "It's just fine for me."

They ordered their food and tried to chat about other things but it was clear Emily had something on her mind. When they had finished eating, she took a deep breath to summon her courage and spoke.

"What's normal? I mean what's average?" She asked.

"A bit larger. What about other men you've been with?" Janice responded.

"I've only been with John." She answered.

"Mercy girl. That thing won't wear out." She replied instantly mad at herself for the flippant answer.

"Well a little bit of size is not a big deal." Emily stated ignoring Janice's comment.

"Honey, a little bit gets you to average but there are plenty of cocks out there much bigger." She explained.

"How...how...uhhh...how big?" The young wife stammered as her face and neck turned crimson.

"Sam's about this." She replied and, much like Emily, she used her hands to describe a cock of 8 1/2" by 2" proportions.

The pretty young wife accepted the description without comment and both women let the conversation move to less charged subjects.

John's boss on the development was Frank Bettencourt a wealthy self-made man from the area that would do whatever it took to get what he wanted. As a result, he was both respected and feared by almost everyone. He could be a complete asshole one minute and utterly charming the next. He and his wife Sylvia lived on a nice estate in one of the oldest and most prestigious sections of the city.

As soon as he had received John's name from the bank, he had his people do a quick but thorough background check. He was surprised by what he found both admiring John's tenacity and thinking his wealth and connection might prove useful at some point. The material also had information on Emily. There was no question she was a rare beauty and he wondered how her husband could let her mess with the dregs of society in her social worker job. Maybe there was something he could do there too at the right time.

Attitude and persistence are key characteristics in the successful approach to any task and John was loaded with both. In just a few weeks, he had things at work well in hand with a solid plan. His results didn't go unnoticed by Frank who was quite impressed by the young man.

"Mr. Howard? This is Mr. Bettencourt's office phoning. Mr. Bettencourt wanted to see if you and your wife would be available for dinner at their home this Friday." The voice of a young woman with a slow, southern drawl soaked in syrup came through the phone.

"Honey, you look unbelievable." John said to his wife as she stepped into the living room. They had accepted the invitation for dinner and were just finishing getting ready.

"Do you really think so?" She asked with questioning eyes. She had on a knee length black dress that was fashionably snug. With it she was wearing low heels and pearls John's grandmother had given her as a wedding present.

"I do! We better get going." He replied.

Fifteen minutes later, they pulled into the sweeping driveway stopping just past the front door and were met by Frank who had a beaming smile while holding a half-full tumbler of whiskey. Emily thought he looked to be in his mid to late forties and was in good shape. He was about the same height as John but twenty pounds heavier with a full head of dark hair that was just beginning to gray at the temples.

"Welcome!' He stated loudly.

He fawned on Emily but did so in a respectful and charming way that made her think about the life they had left behind. Inside, they met Sylvia who appeared to be a few years younger than her husband. She had a slender build like Emily but was an inch or so shorter and had blonde hair. Emily thought she might have had breast work done as they looked too full for her age but if so, it had been good work.

"The kids are at college so we have the place to ourselves." She announced with a sweep of her hand.

It was a beautiful home and Emily was only too happy to get the grand tour while the men moved to the bar. From room to room they went with Sylvia holding her hand while she described what her intent had been with the furnishings. While it wasn't necessarily what she would have selected, she did acknowledge the good taste of the older woman.

When they returned to the bar, Frank had champagne poured for them and together they toasted their new friendship. Their hosts were thoroughly charming and an excellent meal was delivered by servants to the dining room which they enjoyed, then moved back to the bar to relax with a digestif. Emily felt it was easily the best evening they had experienced since their arrival in Mobile.

What the young couple didn't realize was that they were being set up. The older couple had plans for seduction and, with the trap now set, they were ready to move forward.

"John, why don't you let me show you the house." Sylvia asked her male guest.

John really wasn't interested in such things but he thought she must feel pride in her home and he should be accommodating. Together, they left the room and Sylvia led them to the far end of the large house. After making a point of showing the young husband several paintings, she stepped into a dimly lit room and turned to face him.

"I'm so glad you came." The seductress purred while taking his hand in hers.

At first, John thought that he was just dealing with the peculiarities of southern hospitality but when the woman brought his hand to her breasts he realized it was something different.

"Uhhh...Sylvia..." He stammered.

"It's okay John. Just relax." She spoke softly to him. Then, after a short pause, she added. "You know you can have me anytime you want."

"Well I'm married and...and...what about Frank?" John replied. Despite being very handsome, he had never been in a situation remotely like this.

"Well, we won't tell her and Frank won't care." She explained.

As she spoke, her other hands reached between his legs and with her fingertips, she found his balls. With a very light and experienced touch, she lifted them gently though his clothes. Now balanced on her fingertips, she softly moved them and was pleased when his pants began to tent.

"I...I think we should get back." He gasped.

"First feel how hard my nipple is." Sylvia commanded. She took his hand and brought it through the opening in her dress until his palm covered her breast. "Pinch it but not too hard."

John did what he was told which brought a deep sigh from the hostess. With that, he pulled away and moved until he was several steps away.

"Let's go back." He said with his words coming out like a plea.

"Here, hold my hand. We don't want to seem guilty." She instructed.

However, rather than rush back, she continued with the tour which took another fifteen minutes. She felt it had been a good start and that with more seduction over the next several weeks she would bed him.

As soon as his wife had left with John, Frank had moved next to Emily at the bar. He freshened her drink, ignoring her plea that she had already had too much. Frank asked questions about her upbringing and background to get her settled in and give his wife time to take John away.

"You are an outstanding addition to our city." Frank toasted the Emily once he knew that her husband was out of earshot.

"Why, thank you." She responded missing the fact that the compliment was directed only towards her.

"And, I must say, a very beautiful addition." He added.

As he spoke, he moved his hand to the small of her back but Emily had grown so comfortable with him that at first it didn't register with her as a threat.

"Thank you again." She answered with a small laugh.

"Emily, I want you to know that you can think of me as your close friend. I think it would be nice if we spent some time together getting to know each other." He spoke softly to her while his hand drifted to her ass.

Even with this move, the warning bells were slow to go off. The combination of his charm and the alcohol had lulled her into a feeling of trust. It was only when he gently squeezed, feeling the firm muscles in her ass, that the she finally grasped the significance.

"Uh...Frank. I think you should stop." She forced out while she tried to move his hand away with hers.

"I don't want to stop. It feels too damn good." He replied and in his eyes she could see a hunger that scared her.

Emily tried to twist away but he was too strong and her movements only resulted in her getting closer to him until her hip was pulled against his crotch. She could feel his bulge and knew that he was partially aroused. She thought about calling for her husband but didn't want to create a scene, especially with his new boss.

"Please..." She begged the older man.

Frank was a predator and new when his prey was vulnerable. He lifted his other hand and let his fingers trace the skin next to the fabric covering her breasts. Down her barely exposed cleavage he moved feeling her body tense.

"Tell me your cell number and I'll let you go." He offered.

"Why?" She was able to choke out. It would have been easier to tell him and make this end but she still had her decency and some defiance.

"So we can talk." He answered while his fingertips continued the teasing.

She knew what he was after and she knew it was insane to give him her number. However, at that moment, she suddenly became aware of something else, something unexpected - she felt her nipples starting to get stiff.

The young wife blurted out her number quickly and Frank had to get her to tell him again more slowly. Even with that, he held her for several more seconds, fondling her ass, until he finally let her go.

Emily was sitting on the sofa while Frank stood at the bar when John and Sylvia returned. She had been able to compose herself so there was no indication anything unseemly had occurred. Likewise, John had calmed and showed no outward signs of distress. Frank talked them into a nightcap that took thirty minutes to finish and then the couple left. The ride home was quiet as both husband and wife contemplated what had occurred.