The Erotic Book Illustrator

This was written without the assistance of an editor, so yes. It will be full of grammatical and punctuation errors. Apologies.

It is the first in a series of stories where I am delving into aspects of life, love and marriage. I am not promoting lifestyles or choices. It is merely a fictional look into what might occur under certain circumstances.

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"Do you need coffee, or tea, or anything Zoe?" I asked, as I popped my head into her studio.

She glanced up with those gorgeous deep green emerald eyes. "You're a life saver babe. No coffee, though, tea would be great."

"You want a snack as well?"

"Yeah... Nah. If I eat now, I'll never sleep." She sighed glancing at the time on her computer.

I wandered off to the kitchen, I know she said she didn't want anything, but I knew her better than that. Hunting through the pantry, I found the packet of banana and chocolate muffins I had picked up at the supermarket that morning. I know she said tea, but once she refused the coffee, I knew she would actually enjoy a nice hot creamy Milo.

She was still working, when I walked back into her studio. She pushed her chair back from the desk, and smiled. "Is that Milo Sean?" She giggled at my nodding head. "How did you know?"

"I'm psychic, who knew."

"Oh my god, yum. Muffins." She munched into the first one in between sips of her piping hot Milo. How's the work going?"

"Almost done." she sighed with a hint of thankfulness. "This one has been a real pain. Isabel, is so demanding, and pedantic."

"Yeah, you seem to have struggled with this one."

"Illustrating books isn't usually this bad. Especially children's books, but sheesh, Isabel is hard work."

I took a quick peek at the clock on her computer. "It's nearly midnight. Why not leave it until tomorrow, come to bed."

With a tight grimace, she replied. "Nah, I can't. I promised to have it done tomorrow. If I finish up now, and get it sent. I can sleep in tomorrow."

"Okay, do it your way. Just so you know. I'm going to bed horny."

"As if that's a bloody announcement. You're always horny. If you found me in my sloppy old trackies, taking the rubbish out. You'd still be bloody horny."

"Hey, nobody, and I mean nobody rocks old trackies like you. That cute arse wiggling."

"You mean my fat arse." She said with a self depreciating wince.

"Piss off, you know that's a lie. Your arse is perfect. In fact if you pull those track pants down. I'll worship at the idol of your sexy arse."

"Pervert, I could wake you when I come to bed?"

"Yes please." I said, as I picked up her empty cup, and reached for the half eaten packet of muffins. She slapped my hand away. "Hey, cut it out. I'm not finished with them."

"Yeah, whatever." I said as I walked out, and headed for bed.

Wow, she was such a workaholic. Midnight, and I had to be up at six, to go out to site for a bridge inspection. It was nearing completion, and my role as project engineer was drawing to a conclusion. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I had been working long hours myself. Working as a consultant meant I had to take the work when it was on offer.

Zoe didn't wake me, and I was awoken by the buzz of my alarm. She was snuggled up behind me, but was so tired herself. She didn't even budge when I climbed out.

This had been the best move of our short lives together. We had moved from our home town so I could take up a position with a local firm. Unfortunately, it fell through. The company going under, due to poor management.

They had a bunch of work on the books, and I decided to set myself up as a private consultant, and I took their work, and clients with me. It had worked amazingly well. Zoe, worked from home, as a book illustrator, so where we lived didn't matter.

It was hard moving to a new location. Leaving our friends and family behind. Still, Zoe agreed, it was the best move ever. We had found an old villa, which we were able to buy. Something we couldn't have done living in Auckland, and their million dollar house prices.

Our four year marriage had flown by. Renovating the villa, working flat out trying to establish my reputation. It had been full on. Now we were starting to show signs of winning. The money we had been pouring into the reno, we now put on the mortgage, and we estimated, in eight to ten years. We would be home and hosed.

If there was one drawback to Zoe working from home, it was she couldn't make a lot of friends. Those relationships usually formed through work. Being stuck at home by herself meant, she was reliant on me.

Luckily, I had been able to make some friends, and we went to barbecues, and parties as often as we could. Zoe, did find a strong connection with the wife of one of my colleagues. Stu, and I hit it off pretty well. We played golf together, played on the same softball team. His wife Claire and I played on a mixed seven aside football team.

Yeah, I loved sports, and Zoe often came along to watch, which is how her and Claire became such good friends. Over the last six months or so, that relationship had steadily blossomed. Either Claire was at our place, or the pair of them were out shopping or biking.

Claire and Stu, were at our place at least a couple of nights a week for dinner, or just drinks. I couldn't believe how close they had become in such a short time. Maybe because they like us had made the decision, no kids until we were financially ready.

We were watching a documentary that streamed, it was about marriage. It delved into marriages and customs from all over the world. Zoe and I had watched the first two episodes together, and she was pretty keen to watch the last couple.

When Zoe suggested to Claire and Stu, they might enjoy it as well. We all plonked ourselves down in our living room with drinks, and snacks.

This episode was a little different, and was dealing more with the unusual marriages, Polyamory, Polygamy, arranged marriages, open marriages.

I was a bit startled by the openness of some of the interviewed couples who were living in some of these weird relationships. They were interviewing a couple who were into wife swapping, or as they called it. Swinging.

Holy fuck. What a bunch of weirdo's." I spluttered.

"Stop it." Zoe admonished. "They're happy, and they're not hurting anybody."

"Oh come on." I blustered. "They're having sex with a bunch of different people. Shit, they could catch anything, diseases, murder because of angry partners."

"You're focusing on the negative shit Sean." Claire said as if I had insulted her.

"What, you think there are positives?"

"Yes, lots of them. They are keeping some excitement in their marriages. Look at them, they don't look sad or depressed. They're enjoying sex. What can possibly be bad about that?"

I shrugged. "I think it's weird. Why can't they enjoy sex with their partners, what does adding more people do to improve it?"

With a deep philosophical sigh, she said. "Lets see, new ideas, new techniques. A different partner brings a different perspective. They are not doing anybody any harm, just like Zoe said."

"You sound like you know a little about it." I said teasing her.

She didn't say anything, but I noticed a furtive glance between her and Stu. It was Zoe, who gasped. "Oh my god, you've done it haven't you, the swapping thing?"

"We might have dabbled a little." Claire responded.

I think, Zoe, from her expression was as stunned as I was. "You and Stu... Bloody hell girl. I would never have guessed. Why didn't you say something?"

Claire laughed softly, before choosing her words. "We don't announce it to the world. There are too many people with Sean's attitude, like it's a crime against humanity or something."

"Hey, I didn't say it was a crime. I just said it was weird. What you do behind closed doors is your business."

I did note, that Stu was blushing wildly, and he hadn't said a single word. He at least had the decency to be embarrassed.

Zoe, was on a mission. She reached for the remote, and pressed pause. Leaned closer to Claire, who she was sharing the sofa with and topped up her wine, and. "So, how does it work? I mean, who do you swap with?"

Claire sipped her wine, and gave me a very strange stare. I think she was judging whether she could be honest, with me present. "Zoe, I'm not really feeling comfortable discussing it. Sean obviously has already formed his opinion." Challenging me, she said. "You think I'm a slut, don't you Sean?"

"No I do not." I spluttered. "I've simply never met anybody involved with it before. This is all new to me. I'm not going to say anything to anybody. If that's what you're worried about."

"Come on babe." Zoe said, her eagerness to hear the rest overtaking her manners.

"Okay." Claire sighed. "We used to go to a club, but that was a bit too much. Some of the people there were a bit sleazy." She glanced accusingly at me. "Yes, those people exist, and spoil it for everybody else. Stu and I decided. We would just find some couples we liked and do it privately."

"God, really. How often do you swing, or swap, or whatever you call it?"

Claire sipped her wine, and again I could see her choosing her words. "It varies, we met a few nice couples, and we used to get together every couple of weeks or so. Things are a bit different now though. Aren't they Stu?"

He swallowed a large lump of something as he nodded. "Yeah. You could say that." The way he said it left me feeling very uncomfortable.

Zoe though was on a mission of discovery. She wanted details. And lots of them. Claire, however was resistant. "Maybe another day, when we can talk in private. Can we finish watching the program please?"

Zoe, hit play, and the silence among us thickened as the program restarted.

I couldn't help it. As the documentary progressed, they delved into all sorts of mixed up relationships. The ones involving swapping, or multiple partners made me cry out. "No fucking way." It was just so surreal.

Then the program sank into something I had never heard of. Cuckold...

"What the fucks a cuckold?" I asked stunned.

Zoe seemed engrossed, and my comment seemed to infuriate her. "Shut up and listen to the bloody TV, and we might all find out." She complained. "You've done nothing but mumble away to yourself over there all through. Now shut up and let me listen."

As the documentary covered the description, there were interviews with the husbands, wives and lovers. The thought of what they were describing absolutely shocked me. "Oh, no fucking way. Jesus what a load of crap. No self respecting man would accept that." I protested. "They're taking the piss, this has got to be a set up. No bloke would accept it."

I looked around the room, Stu's face was as red as a beetroot, and he looked flustered, and embarrassed as I felt. Claire on the other hand, had a smug look on her face as she glared at me. "Don't be so sure Sean. If you opened your mind, you might find you liked it."

Zoe, seemed unsure of what to say, but as the interviews rolled on, she said. "No, I think they are real, those guys get off on it."

"Exactly." Claire added, "There's far more to the world than you think. It might be a bit kinky, but the people involved love it."

"How the hell would you know? Look at it from the hubbies perspective. What the hell would he get out of that? I can understand the women. If they were cruel enough to do it. They at least get some sex, the poor old bloody hubbies, all they get is a bucket load of humiliation, and totally frustrated. They get absolutely nothing."

"You are an idiot Sean. You're looking at this through your eyes. Not everybody is a prude like you."

"I'm no damned prude. I enjoy sex." I blustered.

"You are so frigging close minded. Did you listen to the men in those interviews. They enjoy it. They get there satisfaction knowing their wives are getting pleasure."

With a shake of my head, I hissed. "Hey, I'm all for mutual satisfaction. That's what it's about. Mutual enjoyment. Both parties getting pleasure."

Zoe butted in. "If you two are going to fight, piss off outside so Stu and I can watch this in peace. Oh, and Sean. You're being completely judgmental. I agree with Claire."

"Fuck this. I'm going to grab a beer. Do you want another Stu?"

He nodded, his voice wavering. "Thanks mate, that'd be sweet."

I got the beers, passed one to Stu, and walked outside to get some air. It was flaming stifling in there. When I went back in, they were talking to a wife who was explaining how she kept her husband in chastity. It stunned me, I was confounded. Do people actually do this shit? I thought to myself.

That's when the camera angle changed, and it showed the woman putting some sort of cage over her husbands cock and locking it with a small padlock. She toyed with a key that dangled around her neck. "He will not get out of the cage until I decide he is worthy." She announced proudly.

When the interviewer asked her whether she was still allowed to have sex and orgasm. She replied even more proudly. "Yes."

"Oh come on!" I growled. "You guys aren't buying into this shit are you?"

"Sean, for gods sake. Shut up. You might not be interested but I am." Zoe hissed loudly. Her dark thundering glare let me know she was serious.

Claire who I considered a friend stared at me with a contempt that I couldn't explain. Okay, we learned that they were swingers tonight. But this, this was a whole different game all together. Why the fuck was she so pissed off with me?

I sat in silence as the documentary moved onto other things. Zoe leaned back on the sofa, finished her wine, then waved her empty glass. "Could you get me and Claire a refill please Hon?"

Claire raised her glass and passed it to me as I collected Zoe's. As I handed the refilled glasses back too the girls, Zoe said. "Wow, that was amazing. Isn't it weird how all those people got satisfaction from such different interests. I mean, shit. My mind is officially blown."

As she sipped her wine, she added. "I think I must be really unaware. I'd never even heard of some of that stuff. Open marriage, and swinging. Yeah I've heard about that. But shit oh dear, cuckolding. Stags and Vixens, hot wives... Who bloody knew aye?"

Stu, said nothing throughout the ordeal, not a bloody thing. Even when both the girls were getting stuck into me. He didn't even try to support me.

Claire replied to Zoe. "Sweetie, the world is full of surprises, and if you approach it with an open mind, alternative outcomes become apparent."

"I suppose." Zoe said, before breaking into a giggle. "Are you going to tell us who you swapped with? I mean... Do we know any of them?"

"No, well yes possibly, but we were discreet. There are stigmas and it's still considered by many, such as stick in the mud Sean to be, socially unacceptable. We decided to keep it private and personal."

"I need details, stop holding out on me." Zoe giggled excitedly.

Claire sighed. "What say we go shopping tomorrow and have lunch. We can talk then. If I get any more of those daggers Sean is sending me then I might actually die right here."

Zoe gave a snide little giggle. "You wouldn't do that would you my love?"

"I'm sorry if I offended you Claire. I didn't mean to. I'm a little old fashioned I guess, and I'm definitely naive. Holy crap, some of that stuff was perverted. Damn I felt sorry for the guys in the cages. If that was real, it verges on torture."

She shook her head in disgust, her brow furrowed in a deep scowl. "You saw the program Sean. You have to understand that for the people who might be described as submissive, enjoy it, that is their kink, and it's not for us to judge. That is their thing, and they probably love it."

I realised she was angry, and if I pushed to much, she would explode. We were friends, and I didn't want that. I changed the subject, dragging Stu into talking about tomorrows game of golf. He had invited me to go with him and a couple of mates.

It was later, after they left. Zoe started giggling. Her rapturous laughter got me started as well.

"Oh my god Sean. Who would have guessed? She has never mentioned anything about swinging to me. Has Stu ever said anything to you?"

"Nah, never said a dickie bird. Wow, she got angry quick though. Holy crap, she was pissed at me."

Zoe eased into my arms, giving me a soft sensuous kiss. "Yeah well, you were being a bit of a dick."

"What, I never said anything about swingers, only those other weirdo's. I mean come on bub. They're seriously bent."

"Maybe, but I think it was because. Swinging is sort of an alternate lifestyle, and those others are on the left side of the field as well. I think she thought you were taking a shot at her."

"Maybe, but seriously. That stuff about cuckolding and chastity. That is pretty out there."

She gave me a weird shrug. "I thought it was exciting. Certainly made me think."

Zoe seemed aroused, her cheeks were flushed, even her boobs had a pinkish tinge. With another kiss, and her hands clutching and squeezing my arse cheeks. She said. "What say we go to bed?"

The temperature climbed quickly as the bed covers got kicked off. Zoe was slippery already when my fingers slipped between her legs. Her breathing was short and ragged as my mouth closed over her gloriously majestic boobs. Damn her nipples were erect and engorged.

I loved sucking and nuzzling her boobs. The skin so silky soft, and yet so firm. Her hips were already pushing her slippery squishy pussy back against my hand. Her swollen wriggly little clit enjoying the rough feel of my hands as I massaged her.

"God your cock is so hard." She purred wetly into my ear.

"Not surprised, the way you're squeezing it, the bloody thing will break off."

She giggled sexily. "Then put it inside me for protection." I hardly needed encouragement, it had been a while since she was this aroused. In fact she was so close to orgasm, I decided to just keep going. My hand plunging in faster and faster. The sloshy sounds of her gasping pussy as my hand pumped her filled the room with sexual energy.

"Bastard." She grunted as her orgasm exploded. It wasn't a gentle little tremble, as it usually was when I fingered her to orgasm. This time her whole body shook, her hips thrusting up and down in an out of control spasming.

"Oh damn." She sighed, as I eased my assault, slowing down to a gentle caress, my fingers moving away from her sensitive clit. I knew her well, and she needed a few minutes for soft caress.

I always knew how she felt by her response, her hips started to gyrate and push. Her pussy convulsing and sucking on my hand. With our mouths locked in a fiery kiss. She rolled me between her opening legs. Her hand guiding my cock into her slick entrance.

It was like sticking my cock into a luxuriously liquid furnace. "Jesus." I moaned loudly, breaking our kiss.

The pace built quickly, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to realise she was well on the way to her second orgasm... Her legs wrapped around my waist, interlocked by her ankles. Her arms circled my neck in a crushing embrace.

I could have stopped thrusting, she was so on fire. Her hips bucked and shuddered beneath me. Her pussy clutching and gasping at my cock as I drove into her.

"Yes." She panted. "God yes."

It was all over for me. Feeling her absolute euphoria enveloping us both. I came in a gigantic eruption. My cum blasting mercilessly into her squishy depths.

Her orgasm, as earlier was like a nuclear bomb going off. Every muscle, every fibre of her body stretched out, trying against hope to levitate. Then her shuddering wild bucking meant slowly subsided, and it was over. We were both spent.

I collapsed beside her in a soft splodge of used flesh. After catching her breath, she snuggled against me. Her body still hot and sticky. She kissed my chest and neck as she nuzzled in closer.