Adam's Journey Pt. 14

I got home and got the new lights put up with no problems, and they looked great. Sue has great taste in home decor, if not in men. I still can't figure out why she got fixated on me. I did think a fair amount about her and Rick that afternoon.

What is it that happens with a couple, apparently happy, with 2 gorgeous little girls and a nice home, that causes them to want to invite another man into their bedroom? And not only that, but to want the wife to fuck another man while the husband watches? To me it seemed like a very humiliating situation for him, and I could not, for the life of me, figure out how he could want to know, much less see, that another man was pounding his wife's pussy.

As I was thinking how demeaning this was to him, and questioning his manhood, it hit me like a bolt of lightning that I was being asked to do the same thing. And that I was seriously considering it. I broke into a cold sweat and had to sit down.

OK then, that was my decision. I would not accept that kind of treatment, the humiliation. I could not sacrifice my self respect and my manhood just to keep Kristi. There are a million other women out there that I could meet, and there has to be at least one as amazing and perfect as her that would appreciate me and accept me as the only man in her life, so that was it, I would cut my ties to Kristi and move on.

With that decided I thought I should feel better, like a weight was off my shoulders. Instead I felt like shit, like a big pit had opened up and was waiting to swallow me. I decided I would call Kristi about going to meet Ron and Kori and their clients, and that I would tell her my decision when we were alone afterward. I knew I had to move past this.

I reached her on her cell.

"Hi Kristi, it's me. What are you up to today?"

"Oh just goofing off, organizing a few files, making a few calls, the usual. How about you?

"Same old same old, just chores and trying to get caught up. Hey listen, Ronnie has a client in town today and he's wining and dining them tonight and wants to know if we'll meet them for drinks after. You available?"

"Yeah, I suppose. He didn't invite us for dinner too? That's weird."

"No, he did, or rather Kori did. I passed. Just not feeling too sociable these days for some reason. You could probably join them if you want."

"No, that would be too strange." She paused. "Adam, you don't have to make this so hard, just relax and open your mind to new things."

"Yeah, well, I'm turning things over, you know?" I didn't tell her that I had made up my mind, I owed it to her to do that face-to-face, not with a cowardly phone call.

"Well, that's good I guess. And sure, I can go. What time and where?"

"Morton's, probably about 9:15 or 9:30 I guess. I'll pick you up about 9."

"No offense Adam, but I'll drive. It would cost you too much to bribe the valet at Morton's to park your old wreck, and it's pretty dirty for evening wear."

I laughed. "C'mon Kristi, give me a little credit. It's a nice day, I was planning on driving the Shelby."

"Oh, well, that changes everything. By all means, you drive."

"OK, see you around 9."

"Hey Adam? Wait a sec." Again there was a long pause. "What do you think about you and me going somewhere for dinner, just the two of us, before we meet them?"

In truth it sounded great, and I longed to say yes, but I was afraid that my resolve would weaken if she got me alone where she could hypnotize me with her beauty. "Oh, I don't know, I have a lot of chores to finish, and by the time I clean up and all..."

"I get it Adam, you don't have to hit me over the head. I'll see you at 9." and she hung up.

I was trying to stay strong, and I felt I had made the right decision. So why did I feel like there was a brick in my chest?

I wrapped up my work early and got cleaned up. I started to shave off my 2-day stubble. I know it's fashionable now, but I've never liked the itchy feeling. I was all lathered up when I remembered that Kristi always liked that rougher look, and the feel.

She says it makes me look dangerous and sexy. I don't know about that, but I do know that she loves the rough feel of my chin or cheek across her hard nipples, and goes completely creamy when the scratchy whiskers are pressed against the tender inside of her thighs and my moustache rubs her clit as I put my tongue inside her. OK, the stubble stays.

I pulled out a soft, loose fitting cream silk shirt and dark tan slacks, and topped it off with a dark hunter green linen jacket. It was perverse, but I'm not sure if I was dressing to impress her in hopes she would declare her love for me and only me, or if I was trying to make her feel bad about what she was losing when I told her my decision. I just knew that I needed to go the extra mile to look my best.

I checked the mirror and decided Kori was right: I was tall and all that blah, blah, blah, but I did look a little weatherbeaten. Oh well, you work with what you have. I splashed on a touch of the cologne that I knew was Kristi's favorite and grabbed my keys.

My Shelby started immediately, giving off a low, throaty growl, and I backed it out, closed the garage, and headed over to John and Wendy's to pick up Kristi. I know it sounds maudlin, but I started thinking about all the 'lasts'. You know - the last time she'd ride in the Shelby, the last time she and I would go out as a couple - that kind of crap. Fortunately it was a very short drive.

I pulled into their driveway, intending to go up and get her. She is rarely ready on time, so I thought I'd wait inside. To my surprise the door opened before I could shut off the engine, and Kristi stepped onto the front porch.

OH MY GOD!! Too bad for y'all that I'm not a good enough writer to describe what I saw, but I'll try. Have you ever seen something so beautiful, so incredible, that you just stop breathing for a moment? Or that brings tears, unbidden, to your eyes, or that makes your heart swell to the point that you think it will explode?

I was stunned, breathless, all of that. Stunning is too weak of a word to describe how she looked, but it's all I have. Here was this goddess, tall and sleek, with this mane of dark golden hair falling in rich waves around her face and down over her bare shoulders. Her dress was this glimmering blue-green creation that I knew would match her eyes, and it did amazing things for an already amazing body. It was suspended from her shoulders by two micro-thin silver chains, and bared her shoulders, her cleavage, and most of her back before it proceeded to flow over the rest of her body, concealing what it seemed to reveal, and vice-versa.

There was a small piece that came out and wrapped each arm in soft folds, just below her bare shoulders like some little tiny sleeve (I'm sure there's a name for that, but I'm not Vera Wang), but other than that and the small chains she was bare from her lower back and the tops of her breasts on up. Except for the diamond solitaire necklace and matching earrings I had given her the previous Christmas, also in white gold.

The dress ended in liquid-looking waves a few inches below her firm, sweet ass, and several inches above her knees, leaving her long shapely legs, encased in shimmering taupe thigh-high stockings, for me to admire. I noticed she had accented those fine legs with 3" heels on some sort of strappy sandal that wound around her feet and ankles. She is conscious of her height and rarely wears tall heels; she stood a lithe, gorgeous six feet tall tonight in those.

She stood in the light on the porch for a moment, letting me admire her, and started down just as I remembered myself and jumped out to open her door. As she got closer I could see that she had taken time to do her make-up to perfection as well. Usually she goes with a little pale lipstick and some mascara, and looks incredible. Tonight she had added a touch of dark shadow or something that just made her eyes rich and hypnotic, and had so perfectly and subtly made up her face that it gave her these beautiful cheekbones and perfect angles that I'd never noticed before. I was right, her eyes matched her dress perfectly.

"My god Kristi, you look incredible! You are absolutely stunning!"

She smiled happily and did a quick twirl. "So you like?"

"Oh Kristi, I can't even... I mean I just can't begin..."

"Adam, that's really sweet, and thank you. You look pretty damn hot yourself there, mountain-man." She ran her hand over my stubbly chin. I realized that any plan I had to make her jealous or regretful had just completely imploded - the tables had been turned, and I could not compete.

The cool air had brought her nipples to attention, and I reached out and touched one, flicking it gently. "No bra wearable under that, I see."

"Mmmm, god, don't ignore the other one!" I didn't, and she moaned again, and shivered. "No panties either Adam, what do you think of that?"

Now it was my turn to moan. I knew that image would stay in my head all night. She laughed at my obvious lust. "I couldn't help it, everything I had showed through or made lines, so..."

"Why are you torturing me, woman?" She just laughed again. I walked around the car with her and opened the door, and as she lowered herself onto the seat and swung one leg in I was treated to proof that she had not lied about the panties. She had failed to mention that she had also shaved herself totally slick-smooth, her pussy bare, pink and perfect, lips slightly parted and glistening, hard little clit jutting out begging to be sucked.

She held that pose and let me look, her body naked and amazing above the tops of her stockings, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I didn't want to. My cock was throbbing, and I could only whisper "Oh my god!"

"So, this meets your approval?" She reached out and felt the aching bulge in my pants. "Oh, never mind, I can see that it does."

I was ready to scrap the plans for after dinner drinks. I was ready to swear that I loved her and that anything she wanted was OK with me. I was completely captivated, and prepared to do whatever she asked or demanded of me. I just knew that I wanted her, and had to have her, there and then. My plans were for shit, and I'd been fooling myself to think I could walk away from her. I was completely enslaved.

She pulled her other leg in and said "Come on, let's go meet our friends, we're going to be late. I need one of those fine vodka martinis they make, ice cold to cool me off. For some reason I feel a little warm."

I closed her door and walked awkwardly around the car, my cock still pulsing and hard. I could feel the small wet spot which my arousal had created in my underwear. All the way downtown to the restaurant I kept sneaking sideways glances at her, I just couldn't seem to help myself. I don't know what her intent had been in taking such care to look so incredible, but whatever it was she had succeeded admirably.

She watched me, gauging my reaction, a soft sexy smile on her face. "So do you really like it Adam?"

By it, I assumed she meant the dress. What I really liked was her, but I'm not a complete idiot. "It's beautiful. I'm sure I've never seen that dress before - where did you get it?"

"Nieman-Marcus. I did a little shopping today."

"You got that today? After I called you? I'm impressed, that's true power shopping." It had only been a couple of hours, and she had done all this.

"Yup, everything I'm wearing is new."

"Kristi, you're only wearing that dress and a pair of shoes. And your diamonds."

She laughed. "Yeah, that's true, huh? Well, the jewelry's not new, but the shoes are."

I goosed the throttle a bit to get around some slower traffic and get to my exit, shooting off the freeway. At the light she noticed me looking at the way the dress had inevitably ridden up on her thighs, and was within a fraction of an inch of exposing her again. She smiled, and spread her legs as far apart as the narrow footwell would allow, exposing and opening her soft, puffy pussy. She rubbed her fingers over her smooth mound. "Do you like me this way, all smooth and slick?"

She had only had a small soul patch before, which I had liked just fine, so this wasn't that much of a change. So why did it turn me on so much? "I love it Kristi, it's incredibly erotic, and you're killing me here trying not to wreck my car."

When I had accelerated and gotten into 3rd gear I let my right hand explore her newly smooth snatch for a moment, finding her hot and slippery-wet as I knew I would, but there was too much traffic, and too soon I had to row the shifter again.

She reached down and stretched her inner lip out slightly, pinching it between her fingers. "I'm thinking about a place to wear another diamond - do you think I should get pierced, right here? I think it would be pretty sexy."

My cock throbbed, partly because I agreed that it would be amazing, mostly because she was touching herself so casually, and so intimately... then shit!! I almost rear ended a taxi!

Kristi covered up and sat up, startled by my sudden panic stop. "OK, maybe getting pierced isn't a good idea."

"Maybe. But talking about it while I'm driving is definitely not a good idea. Damn! We're almost there, so let's try to settle down so I can get out of the car when we get there, OK?"

She smiled. "OK. But Adam? That was fun, huh? Like old times."

By old times she meant before two days ago. Before the damage was done. But she was right, it had seemed more like normal when we would sometimes try to tease each other all evening before some mind-blowing sex. It had been fun, and not so strained as earlier.

I drove the last few blocks, and then I had to do it. "Hey babe, I'm planning on having the valet park us. How do you plan to get out without giving him a show?"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled wickedly at me. "Oh my, that is a dilemna, isn't it? We'll see."

I pulled in and up to the valet stand. The young, 20-something attendant sprang to open her door for her. Kristi turned and, keeping her legs almost together, swung them both out at once and stood. The movement had caused her dress to ride up to the very top of her thighs, but had been about as chaste as possible in such a dress.

I had stepped out as he came around the car and handed me my ticket, still looking back at her. I waited until he looked at me. "Disappointed?"

He looked puzzled "Sir?"

I nodded toward Kristi, and he had the decency to blush bright red. I had worked as a valet briefly while I was in college, so I knew exactly what he had been looking for. He stammered for a moment, then collected himself. "Fuck no sir, not at all."

Now I had to laugh at his audacity. "Just park the car, OK?"

"Yes sir. It will be right up front here, right by the Porsche. Is that a '67?"

"Yup, and treat it nice."

"Yes sir. Awesome."

I went around and collected Kristi, and we walked in. The hostess led us to the bar, and Ronnie saw us and came hustling over to greet us, his eyes locked on Kristi. "Hi gorgeous! Goddamn, this whole room just got a lot prettier!"

She beamed at his praise. "Hi Ronnie, and thank you." They kissed, and he took her elbow, turning his back on me and beginning to lead her back to their table. I poked him in the ribs. "Hey Ron, I'm here too buddy. Good to know you care."

He just looked over his shoulder at me. "Hey, if you were sexy and gorgeous you'd get more attention too. Now just shut up and be good."

Kori rose to greet us as we neared the table, as did their male guest. His wife stayed seated. Kori gave me a quick hug and kiss, then stood with her arm around my waist and looked at Kristi. "Wow!"

I agreed. "I'll say wow! And then some, if you only knew."

Ron did the introductions. "Morgan, Rain, these are our good friends Adam and his fiance Kristi, and Adam and Kristi, this is my friend and client Morgan and his wife Rain."

Morgan was tall and slender, probably right at 6' as he seemed to match Kristi's height in her heels. He was probably mid to late 40's, tan and fit, with dark salt-and-pepper hair. He shook my hand firmly, then focused entirely on Kristi. His wife was fairly petite, maybe 5'3" as she stood to greet us, with long, dark brunette hair and a little too much hair spray and make-up for my taste. She looked a little professionally overdone, but quite pretty nonetheless.

I was sure Ron had been saying that her name was Rain, but that is kind of unusual so I thought maybe I was hearing wrong. As we shook hands and I got to her I asked her. "I'm sorry, did Ron say that your name is Rain?"

She smiled at me, and as she looked out from under her lashes I was surprised to find that her eyes were a brilliant, sparkling blue. "Well, my real name is Rainbow Song James, formerly Jenkins."

I looked at her dubiously. "Rainbow Song, huh? Well, God love hippie parents, right?"

She let out a peal of laughter. "Adam, I think I'm going to like you. You hit the nail right on the head, usually people say 'Oh, that's a pretty name, or that's an unusual name", but you are exactly right, my folks are the world's oldest hippies, unreformed and proud."

She was really quite cute and girlish when she laughed, and I took an instant liking to her. Her husband Morgan was totally preoccupied with Kristi, Kori and Ron, talking and shmoozing and trying to impress everyone with how rich and brilliant he was.

This was not an odd situation for us. Ron frequently invited us out with them when he and Kori were entertaining clients, and this was frequently the pattern. Kristi is a natural "closer" the kind of person that can push any deal to completion using all tools available. She had survived and flourished in the commercial real estate business for years by being good at this, and Ron had quickly realized that he and Kristi together were almost an irresistible force when she pitched in on his clients.

She uses psychology, sex appeal, and the knack of knowing when to push and when to back off, amongst other talents. As I said earlier, Ron could sell sand to an Arab, and Kristi could probably sell ice to an Eskimo - and both would leave them wanting more.

I knew this plane should fetch something in the $4.5 to $5 million dollar range from things Ron had said earlier, and that's a very big score for Ronnie. He had gotten a good deal on it and hoped to clear almost $400,000 after all his expenses. While they worked him I was left to entertain his wife, which in this instance didn't strike me as a bad deal at all.

The waiter brought the drinks that Kori had ordered for us as soon as she had seen us walk in, a vodka martini for Kristi and a Scotch for me - maybe we're too predictable, it was perfect - and I sat down with Rain away from the others at the opposite end of the long narrow table.

She smiled at me again. "So do you think Rain is a strange name?"

I looked at her, and for some reason the name seemed to fit. "No, I think its a perfect name for you, it just works somehow. I just didn't know if you meant R-a-i-n, or R-a-y-n-e, or maybe even R-e-y-n-e, I was just curious about the origin, I guess."

"Oh, I like that! R-a-y-n-e, maybe I'll start spelling it like that, it does sound a little more sophisticated than a silly hippie name, doesn't it?"

I grinned at her enthusiasm, it was so girlish. Then again, I don't think she could have been over 25. My guess was that her husband was close to twice her age. "Oh, I don't know. I kind of like the original spelling. Don't be in such a big hurry to toss aside your heritage. As it is you have a story behind your name, and that's kinda cool."

We sat and chatted for awhile, just small talk. Kori came and joined us periodically, rotating back and forth between the two groups like a good hostess. An hour passed quickly, and I was well into my second drink even though I was nursing them along very slowly. Rain was in her third drink since we'd arrived, one of those nasty Apple-tini things.