Satisfaction Pt. 03: Ch. 10 to 13

She wore no underwear and became naked in a matter of seconds. As Arthur stood transfixed and astonished, she closed the gap to him, put her arms around his neck and kissed him with a renewed passion that had faded over the years. Arthur responded initially with surprise that he quickly converted to a reciprocal passion.

Arthur was almost as quickly rendered naked as Vicky helped undress him. His penis went to full staff almost immediately. He squeezed her nipple as he kissed her. Vicky's legs crumbled under her as she moaned, wracked by an orgasm.

They took to their bed and he silently entered her in a missionary position, belly to belly without any foreplay. He slipped in easily. She quietly whimpered and quickly orgasmed for a second time. Arthur took much longer to reach his peak as Vicky experienced a cycle of pleasurable relaxations and hard spasms around Arthur's penis invading her inner being.

They cuddled and dozed in the wake of their completion before a rejuvenated Arthur started orally stimulating his wife's nipples and vulva. He thought of it as post-play, but it had a similar impact as foreplay on the fully engaged woman below him. She shook Arthur off and rolled on top of him. Her mouth, fingers and vagina now became the instruments of their mutual pleasure.

The passionate dance continued back and forth for almost two hours before they were exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

When Arthur awoke several hours later, he looked up to see Vicky with her back to the headboard lazily playing with one erect nipple as she gazed down at him with a soft, indulgent smile.

Arthur sat up and spoke, "Wow. You were so hot."

"It's been five days since you went away to your conference. I was very aroused."

He was puzzled. "We sometimes go for weeks without getting at it."

A teasing thought occurred to Arthur, "Did you think that I'm having a bit on the side when I'm away? Did that make you aroused? Nah, that only happens to men. Right?"

"Nothing like that. I just felt that way. Super aroused. You didn't do so badly yourself. Four times in two hours. Maybe you did get in training with some gorgeous wench?"

"Quite the contrary when I was away. I was super virtuous. Didn't even touch myself. I was saving myself up for you." He grinned and winked before continuing, "I may have performed four times, but you must have ridden the wave about twenty or more times. I only had to squeeze your nipple for the first one. Don't ever remember that happening before."

"You may be right. As I said, super aroused. Could be a post-menopausal hormone kicking-in?"

Arthur detected something dismissive in Vicky's explanation of her overt passion.

"What did get your juices flowing? And I have to say they flowed copiously? First anal in years. Must have been something? Did you watch some porn? Read a few dirty books? Hey, was it something to do with Elly's visit? How did that go, by the way? Come on, fess up. Something must have kicked you off."

"As I said. Hormonal spike."

"OK. I'll buy that. But what caused the spike?" Only he didn't buy her story.

Vicky remained silent.

He decided he'd come back to the true reason for her randy output. "Ok. Let's change subjects. Tell me about Elly's visit. You awake enough for that?"

Vicky shuffled down the bed under the covers and rolled over on her side facing Arthur. "Elly. Quite a gal. She looked at my paintings and it wasn't too bad. She really thought one was excellent. She said that she would rate two of the others with four stars."

Arthur felt playful. "Out of ten?"

"Five. Smartass. She spent the most time going over the problems on the other two paintings touching on values, chromatic intensity and the structure. Color theory and compositional discord was the way she put it. She's going to bring over a color theory book and show me some sketching exercises for the composition. I was quite buoyed by her comments."

"I am reluctant to say this, but I will. 'Told you so!' Will she give you some lessons, do you think?"

Vicky hated to admit Arthur was right. "Brute. We talked about some coaching but have not made any specific arrangements."

"What about her. What did you learn about her, as a person?"

"To answer the original question, you posed when we first met her, she is not married, nor has she been. No children either. After she finished her MFA she moved in with an up-and-coming tech startup executive. Stayed with him for fifteen years until he discovered he was really gay. They never married. Over the course of the non-marriage his tech firm took off exponentially in something to do with cloud computing, whatever that is. She was regarded as a common-law wife. The final separation got treated like an amicable divorce. She became rich. In the low eight-digit range she said."

"Wow. That's rich. Why does she teach with all that money? Maybe I should get her account for our firm. So how did your day play out with her? Is she good company?"

"No way. Forget the accounting. Oh, we met up at Luigi's for lunch. She suggested we get taxis there so we could have a drink with our meal. I did that. We had a wonderful lunch. Blew my diet. We consumed a bottle of wine between us and had a cognac after. I broke out another bottle when we reached here. I was still nervous about what she was going to say about my paintings."

"You hold your booze pretty well. How did she manage?"

"About the same as me, I think. I did not see her wobble and she didn't slur her words if that's what you're asking."

"Ok. After the viewing, did she just leave? By taxi I hope."

"No. She stayed. We chatted for a while about this area and what to see and do. Then she produced a large sketch pad from her huge purse-bag. She sat me by the backyard window. It was amazing. She produced a good likeness of me in about fifteen minutes. We hardly spoke as she drew. Then after another glass of wine, she said, 'Another one?'."

"How were you dressed?"

"I had on that cerulean blue silk blouse I love, dark skirt, natural pantyhose, black high heels and my usual bling. Did you know that she's still taller than me even though she had flats on? Not fair."

"And Elly. How was she dressed? Just trying to picture this."

"Elly wore a white V-neck cashmere top with a red choker. I can tell you she didn't wear a bra."

"Ah. That clears that up. Good nipple bumps. Sag?"

"Oh, yea prominent nips. No discernable sag. The waiter couldn't keep away."

"Bet he couldn't. How old is she? Early forties?"

"No. Thirty-eight. Anyway, she completed her ensemble with a soft leather, dark pencil miniskirt. God, that woman has great legs that go on forever. Red pumps to match her choker. No stockings. Her legs looked tanned though."

"With those blue eyes she must get the guys flocking around her in swarms. But back to the second sketch."

"Ah, yes, the second sketch. She sat me beside the front window this time with the light on my left. I could see our front yard and down the road. She asked if I minded if she posed me a bit to make it more interesting. I agreed without thinking about what she meant. Before I knew it, she was already undoing the buttons on my blouse."

"Really? How did you react to that?"

"Here's the strange thing. I didn't react. She had asked and I had agreed. Maybe it was the amount of wine we drank, or something about Elly's no-nonsense, commanding manner."

"I agree she does have a certain presence that is difficult to define."

"I just let it happen as if were the most natural thing in the world. She pulled the sides of the blouse aside, so my bra was in full view. I wore that thin one I have, so my nipples were vaguely visible. Again, she rattled the sketch off in what only seemed like a few minutes. I almost moved as the mailman stopped to put some letters in our box, but she firmly told me to hold still. He stopped and look in my direction for a few moments. I think he saw me, but I did not care and had a small frisson of arousal that he could see me."

"Did you see the sketch?"

"No. She had turned to a new blank page when I was close."

"That was it?"

"We had another glass of wine. She asked when you would be home. I told her you were away for the weekend. She gave me that wide-open smile she has. We sat on the high stools at the breakfast bench in the kitchen, our knees touching, and by now giggling."

"Just curious. Did you rebutton your blouse?"

"I can't remember. No. I don't think I did. We talked and laughed about the mailman seeing me and we speculated if he had run off to his van to masturbate. Then she did something most unexpected. She stood and removed her cashmere top in one smooth motion. Elly sat again leaning forward just a bit, so her breasts hung slightly."

"Oh my God. Really? No wonder you knew she was braless. A firm pair of breasts? What did you do? How did you feel about that?"

"I froze. For a moment she just sat there looking at me in the eyes until I had to break the stare. I looked downwards at her beauties. I saw they are the same size, symmetrical with prominent hardened nipples, facing upwards, surrounded by large reddish-brown aureoles that had also puckered."

"Must have been a sight." Arthur's imagination was going wild.

"It was. She stood again and told me to stand. I just did as I was told, without thinking. She closed in on me, slipped off my blouse, and reached around me to undo my bra. I leaned forward and shuck it off. She ran her finger down my breast to my nipple and squeezed it hard. I orgasmed."

"The reason for your arousal earlier this evening is now clear to me. You were primed and ready to go. Just like me at this moment. I am ready to man up any time if you are ready again."

Arthur was significantly aroused not only by the tale Vicky was describing but also the thought of Elly and how he found himself attracted to her based on her behavior and fine looks. He pushed the sheet back off his lap to show his erection. "Look. Are you ready? Get on all fours. Now. You will feel my meat as large as you have ever felt it." Vicky was only too willing to start again.

"Good girl. Here it is. So wet again. You better orgasm quickly, because I can't last long. How about I reach under and pinch your nipples just like Elly did?"

"Do it. Do it. Oh. That's so good. Ram in. Hard. More. More. More. More" They both orgasmed together, as Vicky grunted and screamed.

"I am speechless. You've never screamed so loudly."

Vicky collapsed and stayed on her front. Arthur rolled off and onto his side facing away.

* * * * *

Vicky woke up first and went down to the kitchen and returned with a tray full of refreshments.

"Thanks for the tea and cake. I might need a steak later to sustain me. Did you sleep too?"

"Just for a while. You are so good. That was intense. It's been decades since we went at it so passionately."

"As intense as when Elly squeezed your nipple?"

"Yes, but different."

"What happened after you orgasmed? I didn't let you finish the story."

"We moved to the living room. She had me sit on a low stool. Elly moved the floor reading light to shine on me all the while explaining the importance of good illumination. She then sketched me again, down to my waist."

"Any chance I can see that sketch?"

"She took all the sketches away with her. I'll have to speak to Elly."

"OK. Call her. I'd like to see what she made of you and if I can get at least one of them. Was that it?"

Vicky's eyes became unfocused as she continued her story. "No. I made a move to get up from the low stool, but she firmly told me to stay. Elly came around behind me and massaged my shoulders. She said they were tightening up. Of course, she was right. Her hands moved down from the shoulder to massage down my front. More play than massage engaged both my breasts. I could feel her body and nipples pressing on my back. My nipples hardened and ached. She once more pinched. Both together this time. I orgasmed again. I have never done that before. I was in new territory. A woman working me to high arousal. I was under her spell. She told me to stand. I stood. She undid the side clasp to my skirt and the zip. The skirt fell and puddled on the floor. Without asking I stepped out of it. But she was not finished. She hooked my panties and pantyhose and dragged them down to the floor in one swift motion as she now knelt in front of me. I lifted one foot and then the other to shed the last stitches of my clothing. I was naked."

For the first time listening to Vicky's story Arthur felt concerned for her. "What did you feel. Abused? Seduced? Shy? Embarrassed? What?"

"You may find this difficult to understand. In that moment I felt liberated. I had shaken off a lifetime of restraint bordering on prudery."

"I've never thought of you as a prude. Although with a name like Victoria it would not be out of character." Vicky frowned at her husband's silly attempt at humor. He continued, "Did Elly sketch you again?"

"Yes. But not before she brought her tongue to my vulva as she knelt before me. I danced to a series of slow wild orgasms under her lingual direction. Eventually as I reached a peak once more my legs collapsed and I fell on Elly."

"She seduced you, my darling. You must have a submissive streak I have never discovered." Arthur had a whole new revelation he was confused to discover. He saw possibilities he had learned from stories he had read. "This opens whole new vista for you and me."

Vicky gave a nervous laugh. "I have already realized that. It is dreadful and wonderful at the same time."

He pressed again. "Did she sketch you again? With you naked?"

"She had me lie down on the sofa on a towel. I had my legs splayed out. I was now like one of Egon Schiele's lovers. She showed me the sketch she produced. It is Schiele-like. Obscene yet compelling. After she finished the sketch, she dropped her skirt. I can tell you she also doesn't wear panties."

"Good to know. Sorry, that came out all wrong. I didn't mean to make light of your experience."

"We returned to the kitchen naked and drank more wine. Now I was definitely drunk both from the wine and from the sensations I had gone through. Elly was more sober than me. She led me to our bedroom. To where we are here now. I fell asleep almost immediately. Later she told me she did too."

"Was she there when you woke up? Or had she hightailed it out of here?"

"You must be kidding. She woke me with multiple oral orgasms that continued for about half an hour. There was no letup or escape. I squirted. Only the third time ever. Eventually I had to fight her off to get to the bathroom."

"Really?"

"Really. She was masturbating when I returned to the bedroom. She invited me to return the favor she had given me earlier. I realized I had been the recipient of the whole experience up to that point. I had offered or given nothing. I felt a wave of guilty imbalance that overcame my inhibition of going down on her. I felt ignorant. I didn't know what I was doing. I attacked her bald vulva. Elly coached me with her words and actions. I worked her into a similar state as she had me in. She writhed and grunted and giggled. I felt my own arousal return. As I licked her, I fingered myself to orgasm as well. On my own initiative I improvised and inserted my finger into her anus to great effect. Her bucking almost tossed me off the bed when I did that."

"You're blowing my mind."

Vicky grinned. She could play his game. "Hold on. I'll blow something else."

He knew what she was offering. "Later. Finish."

"We continued until mid-afternoon. I did not have time to think about my hangover. I have discovered a new cure for the morning after a good drunk. We sixty-nined. We scissored. I learned a lot from her imagination and coaching. I discovered I can enjoy a woman's body and be pleasured beyond my imagination by a woman.

She left me asleep. There was note on the kitchen counter saying 'We must try this again. Perhaps with Arthur too."

Vicky scuttled down the bed and latched her lips around Arthur's erect penis.

"What are you doing?'

She disengaged for a moment. "Blowing your mind. Again."

When Vicky had finished teasing all the ejaculate she could and swallowed it all, Arthur could not resist saying, "You were blowing smoke earlier with your 'post-menopausal hormones.' You have been liberated, as you said. Now we must harness it. I love the new you. And I want a painting of you in the style of Egon Schiele."

"When shall I call Elly?"

Chapter 12

Carol

Glen felt it was time to catch up with Jan. He emailed her.

Hi Jan:

You haven't written to me. I haven't written to you. A fine pair.

You've heard from Daphne, I believe. The cohort of authors are revealed. I pressed Wendy and she caved. That's wrong. She got ahead of me and then ambushed me along with the rest of the book club. My BIG question to you is did they BS me when they said you had no clue? I really need to know this. Now I have the job of attaching individuals to their stories. Batting one thousand on the first two. Tell you about it when we meet up again.

Tell me how the weird is going.

Glen

A reply came back almost immediately.

GG:

I definitely did NOT know about the stories. I am pissed they didn't include me in the first place. I've probably read more erotica in the original languages than all the translations they have collectively read.

My twin and I have been ushered through Istanbul, Israel, part of Jordan and now in Egypt without a single demand placed on us. We are both getting so horny that MF and even his older butler, not to mention the hunky bodyguard are all looking so inviting. We talked about it and have decided us gals are not going to do each other unless specifically asked by MF. We will continue to go with the flow.

Hornily yours, J

PS. Internet connections have been sketchy at best. You caught me at good moment.

Glen decided to leave it at that for the moment. He called Wendy.

"You've heard I aced Daphne. Her story is pretty hot." Before he could control himself, still thinking of the way she had ambushed him, he continued, "Did you find it arousing?"

Wendy exclaimed. "What?"

Glen wasn't going to back down now that he had voiced his interest. "You heard. Fair's fair. You asked me about my reaction."

"I'm resorting to the Fifth."

"I'm taking that as a 'you did'. Anyway, who's next?"

"I didn't...." Wendy stopped. "How about Carol? Our stay-at-home wanderer. You should know she and her husband are at home because he was seriously injured in an accident. She's nursing him."

"I'll call her, if that's OK?"

"Sure. I'll get her number." After a few moments' delay Wendy read the number out.

* * * * *

"Carol. Glen Garrison here. You know why I'm calling."

"Hi Glen. I was expecting your call. I hear you've had success with your first two investigations."

Glen wondered how much was shared amongst the book club members. "Yes, they went well. Now I have to figure out which is yours."

"Any ideas? When can you come over? I'd like you to meet my husband too. I'll grill something on the barbeque."

"Actually, yes I have an idea. I'm free all this week."

"Come over about four tomorrow. Let's get this done. I'm sure Phil would like some male company." Carol gave Glen their address.

"What can I bring?"

"Beer is good. Otherwise just yourself."

"See you tomorrow at four."

* * * * *

Carol and Phil lived in a surprisingly large house on an acre of land on the outskirts of town. As usual, Glen was on time. Carol greeted him at the front door. Glen responded with an awkward one-handed hug and handed over the twelve-pack of beer from the other hand. Carol ushered him through some doors into what was once the great room but had been converted into a living space for Phil.