Consequences Pt. 02

Chase's condition, of course, had the first impact and she said, "You're drunk again, that's every night this week, and who is this?"

"I don't know why you're always nagging?" Chase slurred out, "I don't know what's the matter with you. I've brought Peter home to try and help us to improve our marriage."

"What on Earth do you have in mind?" she asked.

"Well, I've been reading about 'hotwives'," slurred Chase.

Peter thought there ought to be a bit more of a subtle explanation by Chase right now because what he was about to say might make her mad. He interrupted Chase and asked him, "Where's that drink you promised me? I'd be interested in something cold and long, non-alcoholic if you have it."

Bree had actually heard of 'hotwives,' but wasn't about to say so. However, in her frustrated state, she liked the idea of exploring the concept, if Peter was going to be the first man. But she wanted to find out about him before anything intimate was about to happen.

She gestured to Peter to join her, to take a look at the drinks. In his present state, Chase decided to collapse on the couch.

As they moved together, they brushed arms against each other, and in the kitchen, Peter decided to give some sympathy to her about Chase's state. They began to exchange information about each other. Peter made sure she became aware that he was from a fairly wealthy background, and he had just broken up with his girlfriend. Chase and Bree's relationship looked rocky, so it didn't hurt to put himself in the 'shop window', he thought. She was a fantastic looking lady and she had something about her that appealed to him.

Bree was taken with this man, and she was not averse to going along with her husband's idea. It has been two months since I've had sex, and about six months since he was any good,' she thought. So, she decided to ask Chase what he had in mind. She and Peter wandered into the living room, where Chase was almost out for the count. "What's this 'hotwife' thing then, Chase?" she asked.

"Well, you have to have lots of sex with Peter, while I watch," he said.

"You mean just like that?" She said,

"Yep, that's what the book says. Maybe it will make you horny for me, too," he said.

She was completely unable to make any sense of that thinking, but she was pretty happy to get horny with Peter, and he looked pretty keen, too. Chase could go jump off a high bridge as far as she was concerned.

Peter decided to 'take the bull by the horns.' He moved close to Bree and took her in his arms. "Would you mind if I kiss you?" he asked, playing it safe.

Bree nodded. She was aware that she was on the verge of committing adultery, even if her husband wanted it. But then Peter leaned in closer, their breaths mingling, and he kissed her--slow and gentle to start, then allowing his tongue to caress her lips. Bree sighed inwardly and reciprocated, entangling their tongues, and pressing just a little more. His arms enfolded and tilted her head so that he could get a better angle, and he could heat up the kiss, slowly he pressed her hungrily. They were both enjoying this, tongues pressing deep, searching, tasting. 'This is definitely a good start' she thought.

Eventually they came up for air, short of breath and decidedly hot. Peter looked slightly stunned and for a moment, slightly tongue-tied. They collected their wits and said almost together, "What now?"

She said, "The bastard wants to watch, so how about we give him a grandstand seat in the bedroom, and you give me the best 'seeing to' of my life? Then you can help me pack my bags, I'm not staying with him any longer. Know any good divorce lawyers?"

"No, but I guarantee I know someone who does."

"You'll back me up by saying he forced me to have sex with you?" she asked quizzically.

"Yep."

She said, "Okay, then."

Then, completely out of nowhere, he said, "Do you fancy coming to New York with me? It could be a lot of fun." Even Peter was astounded at his question, she certainly was.

But she decided to keep him on the hook for a while, 'Don't want to do anything too hasty,' she thought. So, she said, "Depends how good you can fuck, lover. You've got your work cut out, I'm a woman of strong desires!"

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Sarah meets Wes

Sarah was wondering about the future and remembering the recent past.

She had been staying at the hotel some months before she met Wes for the first time. She was arriving from work and found a smart, slim man trying to get into her room. It transpired that Wes had just arrived and was mistakenly trying to get into her room 301, instead of his 311.

Sarah was feeling particularly lonely this week, and therefore noticed this man more than she might normally have done. Usually, she was in her own world unaware of anyone around her. She was aware that he was fit looking, handsome and friendly, perhaps a little younger than her. They had a laugh about his eyesight, for trying to get into the wrong room. He remarked that he'd be happy to try to break into a room occupied by someone as attractive as her. She was taken by someone admiring her and they parted company saying, "Maybe we'll bump into each other sometime."

Wes walked away, then turned to look back, and found that she was still looking at him. Like Sarah, he was happily married, but stayed away from home fairly regularly because his employer's head office was here in Baltimore. He was regional manager of a large shopping chain, but the downside of his substantial salary was having to commute on a regular basis. He loved his wife, Beth, and his young son, and he was totally devoted to his family.

A few days passed and Sarah left work at an earlier time than usual, having wound up a meeting at the client's offices sooner than expected. Sarah decided she would have a meal at the hotel and approached the restaurant manager. A table was arranged, and he gave her a menu. She decided to get a drink at the bar while she was waiting. At first, she didn't notice anyone in particular, as she was intent on finding the barman; she moved into a gap at the bar.

A voice asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"

This couldn't be someone talking to her as she didn't know anyone, but he persisted, placing his hand on her arm. She looked his way, and realised who it was, "Are you in the right place?" she teased him.

He raised one eyebrow and commented, "Oh yes, I'm in the right place all right--there can't be two women as lovely as you in Baltimore."

She gave him a smile in response to his compliment and replied, "My you're a sweet talker, aren't you. I bet you say that to all the ladies."

"No, only you and my wife," he replied, making sure they knew where they stood.

Strangely, Sarah was very pleased by what he said. It was refreshing that he wanted her company but wasn't likely to make a pass at her. She laughed to show her pleasure at his statement, and said, "In that case, sir, I will accept your offer of a drink."

He looked along the bar, satisfied by their interchange and said, "I reckon I can see the barman; let me catch him while I can?"

Eventually having secured drinks, a silence fell between them, then he asked if she stayed at this hotel often. Sarah had decided it was nice to talk to someone for a change, so she answered, and they chatted about jobs and families. The restaurant manager came to her, and she made her choice from the menu.

'It would be nice to eat with someone for a change' he thought and asked if they might eat together.

"Why not?" she said, "Here, have a look at the menu," handing it to him, he chose as quickly as he could. The manager had understood what they intended and took his order, too.

Their evening turned out to be very convivial and the time flew. They realised how late it had become only when the waiters made it obvious, at which point they realised that there was no one else left there. They wound up their evening with comments about how good it had been to have company and promised to have a meal again sometime. No plans were made, but he promised to knock on her door sometime before too long.

As it transpired, they found themselves eating together convivially one or two evenings each week, and they gradually built up a personal relationship, sharing troubles and secrets.

Then one evening, Wes knocked on her door, to find her in tears. She was sobbing and crying, and Wes naturally took her into his arms, to try to console and lend support, kicking her door closed. The hold went on for some while, as she tried to wring out her troubles. As they were holding each other, and her sobs subsided they became aware of each other's bodies. He kissed her face as he murmured to her, words to try to make her feel better.

Her body, desiring comfort, pressed close to him, closer than she should, but she couldn't help herself being overcome with sadness, as well as latent want and need. So, as he kissed her forehead and nose, she turned up her face to look longingly into his eyes. His body had been very much aware of her shapely body, and he had been willing himself not to let it show; he didn't want to spoil their relationship and companionship. But her eyes drew him in, and he found his head lowering, his lips closing in on hers, and almost with a will of their own, his lips touched hers. At first, tentatively, but gradually their mouths opened wider, her hands went behind his neck, keeping him there, intensifying the kiss, passionately pressing together, hungrily devouring each other, lost in the moment.

The loneliness and absence of physical comforts overtook any responsibility or moral good sense they had, so as their tongues entwined and explored each other's mouths, their excitement and need rose higher and higher.

Almost without conscious thought, their hands moved to pull off each other's clothes. His shirt disappeared to unveil a hard, toned chest, that she wanted to explore, and she aided him by removing her bra after he had divested her of her blouse. She then pressed her breasts to his chest, delighting in the feel of her nipples brushing against him, heightening their desire further and encouraging them to speed up the stripping. Her hands went to his belt, which she opened without trouble, then his trouser button, and his trousers fell to the floor. Her fingers immediately delved into his underwear, a burning need inside her wanted to hold and caress him. She let out a sigh, as she found his hot hardness pressing against her hand with need. In many ways, she had put her life aside in those few passionate seconds, and she now wanted this man desperately.

He, meantime, was finding it hard to concentrate on removing her final pieces of clothing, as she teased him to strain against her hand, giving such sensations that he was having a very difficult time willing himself to keep control. He finally gave up on her panties, and delved his hand inside, to feel her hot wetness, leaving him in no doubt that she wanted him without reservation.

Their fates now sealed, Wes picked her up and carried her to the bed where he pulled her panties off with aplomb, and then with her legs dangling over the edge, he knelt before her and gave the best tongue and mouth attention to her pussy that she'd had in a long, long while.

Later, much later, Sarah's mind returned momentarily to the present. For some reason she didn't feel guilty but she realised that Michael's surprise visit could not be ignored. She had to decide soon what she wanted for the future.

End of Consequences 02 Part D

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