Well You Asked For It

We walked into La' Rochelle a few minutes early. It was a small restaurant, the entranceway quite long, and it swept around to the right in an L shape. We took a seat at the bar, where we could look through into the back section.

There he was, tucked away into a little table for two. Damn, she looked very pretty. The pangs of jealousy dug deep and I felt a wave of nausea flood over me. Kate grabbed my arm. "Are you all right, Ros?"

I nodded, determined to see it through. "Yeah, I'll be all right, Kate, what's the plan?"

Kate checked out the male waiter who attended Marius's table. "We're going to need that hundred bucks."

I dug into my purse and handed over two hundred. She gave me a quizzical look.. "Just in case," I mumbled in response.

She grabbed the money and wandered in to intercept the waiter. As he walked back to the kitchen, I watched as Kate tackled him. They stood talking for a few minutes. He looked horrified, he was only young, obviously a student. There were some words exchanged and he dragged her away to the side, where they would have some privacy. Kate returned ten minutes later with a huge smile on her face.

The Maître D arrived and guided us to our table, which was away from Marius. I sat with my back to him, Kate on duty.

I was confused, although after a few glasses of wine, the anxiety and anger quietened. "What happens now Kate? What exactly is your plan?"

She smiled sweetly, patted my hand. "The plan is already in action. All we have to do is sit back, have a nice meal, chat and wait for the action to start."

None of it made sense, but she, as she always did, dragged me into conversation. Work, friends, life. She was one of those people who have the gift. She was impossible to ignore, irrepressible. Our meals arrived and we tucked in. The food was delicious. We were nearing the end of our main course when I heard Marius cry out, "Oh my god." I turned to see him scurrying frantically towards the men's loo.

Turning back to Kate I didn't even have to ask. Her giggle was irresistible. "Laxatives," She whispered through her mirth. I couldn't help it. I burst into laughter. "You mean, you got the waiter to..."

"Yep." She sniggered. "Four very strong laxatives. I think he might be in there for a while. I promise you, Ros. He is not going to be having sex tonight."

We left soon after. Marius still hadn't emerged. As we drove away, Kate said, "There are a couple of things we need to organise."

"Like what?" She just smiled and laughed.

"Did you see the look on his face? He was so embarrassed. I don't think he made it to the loo."

As we pulled up outside her place. I turned the engine off. Before I could say anything, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. It wasn't a friendly, thanks for the night, kiss. It was a full on passionate KISS. My mind in turmoil, tried to function, but with her lips glued to mine all I could do was hold on. A burning yearning need growing quickly in the pit of my tummy.

As she broke the kiss, her mouth changed course and like a ravenous starving vampire, she sucked wantonly on my neck, leaving huge love bites all over me.

With my body burning, my face blushing, she sat back. "There, that should make him wonder." Her smile was devilish. I was left stunned.

I quickly pulled the mirror down to check my appearance. When I glanced at her, she giggled again. "You definitely look like a woman who has been ravished."

She climbed out and walked around to my side of the car. She leaned in my window and gave me a kiss goodnight. "Ros, you really have to lay it on thick tonight. He is going to ask how your date went. You have to say it was incredible. Rupert is the best lover you have ever had, and he is hung like a stallion. Got it?"

"Golly, that's a bit extreme isn't it? That will break his heart. It wouldn't be fair to humiliate him like that."

Her gaze hardened. "Do you think what he is doing is fair? Did you feel ashamed and belittled when he told you he was going to be having sex with another woman?"

I nodded, resignation inundating me. "You are right. Thank you, Kate, you have been incredible."

"Hey, that's what friends are for. Thanks for a fun night. The kiss was great. Now remember, don't clean up your makeup. He needs to see you just the way you are."

At home, I had barely turned the lights on, and flicked on the kettle when Marius walked in. He looked terrible. His face was pale, his expression haggard. "Good lord, Marius. Are you all right?"

"Food poisoning," he mumbled. The words had only just slid out of his mouth before he had to run, using very short steps. I made tea for both of us. He appeared ten minutes later, in fresh clothes.

As he sat down, he said, "That was the most embarrassing night of my life."

"Oh, darling, I am so sorry."

He sighed as he stared back at me. His eyes got big and he looked shocked. "Good lord. Well, it looks like your night was better than mine."

Time for the show. I sucked in a deep breath to build courage. "Yes, my night was wonderful. Rupert was amazing."

"I see," he mumbled grumpily, his attempt at trying to sound disinterested lost. "You had sex then?"

Putting on my cheeriest voice, and with a big smile, I said, "Oh heavens, did we ever! Oh my god, he was insatiable. I forgot how lusty young men can be. He just wanted to keep going." I leaned over towards Marius and whispered, "Just between you and me my love, I'm a bit sore, actually. He was rather large, if you know what I mean, and very forceful. I don't think I will be able to walk straight in the morning."

I kissed him, a sweet kiss. His pallid cheeks, quivering. "Good night, Marius. Thank you for tonight. It was a wonderful idea."

I shuffled off, for effect. Throughout the night I heard him scampering back and forth to the loo.

On the way to work, I stopped of at a bakery and purchased some cup cakes, croissants and doughnuts. Creamy ones, with lashings of yummy icing.

Kate looked surprised, but happy. The whole office got on board. They didn't know what the celebration was for, but they enjoyed it nonetheless.

Kate was her effervescent self. She kept me going through the day. Every time I fell a little flat, she lifted me back up. She was a darling.

It was Saturday morning when Marius dropped his second bomb. "If you have nothing planned for tonight, I might take Angela out."

His words stung. "Very well," I snapped. "Do what you want."

I turned and left him staring after me. In the bedroom, tears flowing, I rang Kate. When she heard me crying, she added her comforting voice. "Calm down, babe. We will fix it. Don't worry. Come over about six. Dress sexy, and when I say sexy, I mean slutty: like a woman wanting to get fucked."

Her down to earth language shocked me. "Kate, don't be so naughty."

She just giggled. "Six O'clock, here at my place, and look slutty."

Later as Marius headed off to get ready, I started preparing myself. I found the sexiest dress in my wardrobe. Stockings, suspenders, high heels I could barely walk in completed my outfit. I spent an age on my makeup. By the time six thirty rolled around. I thought I looked pretty good. Much prettier than Angela.

When I walked out, Marius looked stunned. "Are you going out, too?"

I smiled. "Yes, I thought if you weren't going to be here, I may as well. Rupert has been hounding me for days for another date. You don't mind, do you?"

He looked as if he did mind, but replied, "No, that was our deal. God, you look beautiful, Ros. So damn gorgeous."

I blushed and reconsidered my plans. "We could always go out together, forget about our dates?"

He smiled thinly. "I would love that, but I, I mean, we have made commitments haven't we." He didn't sound totally convinced, but he wasn't changing his mind, either.

Hoping upon hope, I suggested pleadingly. "Perhaps we could forget our commitments, I mean we have commitments to ourselves, as well, to consider."

The confusion and unease in his expression made me wonder if he was going to say yes, let's do it. Sadly, he said, "No, We shouldn't let people down. It wouldn't be right. You obviously had fun last time. I want to experience that, myself."

"Oh, well, see you about midnight," I said curtly.

Kate was waiting for me when I got to her place. We went in for a drink and to chat. She was dressed in casual clothes: nothing sexy or even good enough to go out in. "Why did you have me dress like this?" I asked, confused.

"That was for Marius. Right about now, I'm guessing he is wondering whether he has done the right thing. Ros, you look incredible. I have said it before. The man is an idiot."

We hugged, and I whispered, "Thank you."

We had another couple of glasses of wine. By then, it was after seven-thirty. "Okay, babe, turn on your phone and let's see where he's going. Bet it's not back to LaRochelle." We both laughed at her joke.

Using my phone app, we traced him to the Bull's Head, a small bar and restaurant in the City centre.

We followed in Kate's car, although she made me drive. Pulling into the Bulls Head car park, we found his car parked right up the back. He always parked away from other cars; he was so proud of his brand new Mercedes he hated the thought that some negligent driver would scratch his paint.

We sat in the car for what seemed like an age. Then Kate said, "All right, looks like this is it. Let's go back out on the street, away from the cameras."

She pointed up on the wall to the cameras aimed down into the car park.

I pulled over, parking by the curb. She pulled her hoodie up over her head, donned her over-sized sunnies and said with determination, "Pop the boot."

I watched as she climbed out, and carrying something I didn't recognise, she sneaked through the gardens back into the carpark. My pulse raced as I wondered what she was going to do. Seconds later, it was blatantly obvious. I heard the four pops, they were as loud as gunshots. I saw the swinging axe as she chopped away at the windscreen. The alarm started flashing, the siren wailing as she brutalised his beloved Mercedes. The headlights, the doors, the bonnet. She hacked and smashed away before rushing back through the gardens. She jumped in, throwing the axe in the back seat, screaming. "Drive."

I floored it and we zoomed up the road. "Turn your phone off, Ros," she said breathlessly. Her breath was coming in pants as she tried to regather her senses. She smiled at me. "Guess what, he won't be getting sex tonight either."

Her laughter was evil. It would have scared me, but I started to laugh with her, as well.

Back at her house, we went inside and collapsed on her settee. "Wow, that was fun," she said excitedly.

"He is going to assume I did it," I mumbled anxiously.

She grinned as she patted my hand. "I left a note on his windscreen. It said. 'This'll teach you to fuck with my wife, arsehole."

"But she's divorced."

"Doesn't matter, but I hope her ex has a good alibi."

"Oh my god, Kate. You are so wicked, and devious. Remind me not to make you angry."

She pulled me into a hug and she gave me a little kiss. "You couldn't make me angry, Ros. You're wonderful. He is a bastard. I can't believe he wants that tramp over you. He needs to get his mind checked out."

We had another couple of drinks and she made us a light snack. It was then she pulled a pair of scissors and a razor out of a bag and handed them to me.

"What are they for?"

She grinned that evil grin. "You are going to shave your pussy for Rupert."

I almost died of embarrassment. "What? I can't do that."

"Oh yes you can. If you don't, I will."

The look of determination on her face made me a believer. "Kate, I see what you're trying to achieve, but really? That would break his heart."

She grabbed me by the shoulders and stared into my eyes. Her fingers digging deep into my shoulder blades. "Ros, if you want to make him think he has fucked up, then this is one way of doing it. You want him to think twice. He's getting nothing, and yet Rupert is having the time of his life."

"Do you really think so?" I whimpered, totally unconvinced.

"Ros, that man is acting like a real bastard. If it was me, I would just dump the cheating prick. This way, he might come to his senses. Then you will be in the box seat."

She saw the fight seeping out of me. Her grim glare turned to a sexy evil one. "Do you want me to help?"

Shocked. I shook my head vehemently. "No, I can do it."

She pouted sulkily. "I'm here if you need me."

Sitting on the edge of her bath, I trimmed away the last of my little bush, and for the first time in my life, shaved of every single pubic hair. I was smooth. Finished, I ran my hands over the silky soft flesh. Oooh it did feel nice, very nice, actually. My finger easily slid inside my lubricated labia. "Oh god." I shivered.

Walking back out to the living room, I sighed. "All done."

She grinned conspiratorially back. "How does it feel?"

With blushing cheeks, I replied, "Nice, actually."

She nodded. "I know right? Sexy and soft. I hope you didn't put panties on."

I snipped back quickly, "Of course I did, I'm not a floozy."

"Oh, but tonight you are. Ros, tonight you are a sexy slutty wife, who has just been fucked to within an inch of her life. Now get those damn panties off."

Shocked by her commanding tone. I slithered out of my panties. She nodded, smiling. "Good, much better."

"Kate, he will never see me, though. We sleep in separate rooms."

"Not tonight, my love. Tonight, you're taking him to bed. You will undress in front of him. Make sure he sees everything. Do a striptease for him. Make it obvious."

"But I don't want to have sex with him at the moment. He may have had sex with her."

"Oh, believe me. He did not have sex tonight. I don't expect you to have sex with him, either.

"You get into bed with him, and when he goes to touch you, that's when you jump at his touch and say, "Sorry darling. I want to have sex, but I'm just too sore. Rupert is so damn big."

I shook my head. "God, that's awful. So malicious."

She threw her arms in the air. "No more than he deserves. Now, lets have a drink to celebrate, the death of his car."

We had so much to drink I had to organise a cab. As we waited, Kate pounced, and just like last time, her kiss was passionate and demanding, her tongue slithering around my open mouth. Tonight, I wasn't taken by surprise. I expected it. This time, I was drunk and returned her kiss with fervour. I had never enjoyed a kiss more in my life. My lipstick smeared all over my face as she snogged me like a slut.

The honking horn of the taxi ended our kiss. She looked as worked up as I felt.

Walking in at home. I found Marius pacing around the lounge like a caged lion. When he saw me he glanced at his watch accusingly. "Sorry," I mumbled. "We got carried away. How was your evening?"

"Not as good as yours, obviously. My bloody car got wrecked by some crazy bastard at the hotel. It's ruined. Smashed every god damned panel."

"Oh, darling, I am so sorry." I cooed drunkenly. As I staggered over towards him, he gasped. "Are you drunk?"

Giggling stupidly. I spluttered. "Yes, a little. Oh darling, I have had such a wonderful night. Would you like to come to bed. Perhaps you could reclaim me as your own?" Where the hell that came from, I have no idea.

He perked up a little. I sidled up to him and kissed him. My mind was full of images, and memories of Kate's kiss, but it did the trick.

In the bedroom, he quickly stripped off and jumped into bed. As Kate suggested, I did a little striptease. Thank god for alcohol.

As I lifted up my dress, he exclaimed, "Where are your panties?"

Smiling in what I hoped was a teasing manner, I answered breathlessly, "Rupert wanted to keep them as a memento."

It was then he saw my bare pussy. "Jesus Christ, Rosalyn. Have you shaved your beaver?"

With my arms up over my head, and my legs spread a little I cried out, "Ta Dah. Yes, Rupert asked me to do it."

Marius's lecherous smile evaporated. I could see him seething, his lip quivering like he was going to explode.

I climbed into bed and he dived on me. His force took me by surprise. I struggled to get him off me. "Marius, slow down. We have all night."

"Yes, sorry, Ros, I'm a bit worked up."

We kissed a little, but as he reached his hand between my legs, I jumped as if startled. He sat up. "What's the matter?"

I feigned sorrow. "I'm afraid I am a bit sore. I'm sorry, Marius, I don't think I'm going to be able to do this. Rupert, he is just so big, and he gets a bit carried away. I'm sorry, darling. We can still cuddle though."

"What about a blow job?"

"Sorry, darling, but sucking Rupert's cock is painful, as well. It's so big it hardly fits in my mouth. My jaw is still aching. I suppose I could give you a hand job."

He threw the blankets back viciously and jumped out of bed. "Don't fucking bother." He stormed off to his own bed.

I lay back, resting my spinning head on the pillow. I should have easily gone off to sleep, but the memories of Kate's kiss kept coming back to haunt me. Was she doing it just for effect, or was she doing it from desire? All I knew was the effect it had on me. My pussy had never been as inflamed. I masturbated, I couldn't help it. I tried to quell the thirst, but it was all to no avail.

My fingers plunged into my open pouting pussy and I frigged myself to a tumultuous orgasm, Kate's name sliding off my lips.

Things were cold between Marius and me. We went about our day-to-day business, but the intimacy was gone. We were like friends, flat mates.

It was the next weekend when he said he was again taking Angela out for the evening.

I suppose I was becoming inured to his declarations of intent. When I rang Kate, she suggested we do the same as last time. I dressed sluttier than ever. I knew I looked like a slut, but I didn't care.

Marius was in shock as I walked in. "Rosalyn, please tell me you aren't going out dressed like that?"

"What's the matter, Marius? Rupert likes it. We are going out to a dance club, and he likes it when I get all sexy. Remember when you told me, 'It wouldn't hurt if you dressed a little sexier, Ros. Make the most of your body?' I'm just doing what you told me to do." His mouth was still open when I left.

Like last time, I drove to Kate's house and we had drinks. She laughed at my attire. "Wow, you certainly have nailed the slutty look. I love it."

"Marius hated it. I thought he was going to have a fit."

"That's because he thinks Rupert is getting all this. He is starting to feel jealousy. I think tonight should do it. If he doesn't want to stop after tonight, then there's no hope."

We had a few drinks and she said, "Lets go out for dinner. We don't have to rush. They're probably doing the same thing."

We turned on the phone and sure enough, they were at a small restaurant downtown. We found a nice place, also, although I got some funny glares. Dinner was nice. I loved spending time with Kate. She was so smart and funny. She was good fun. After we finished up our meal, she said whimsically, "I have a little surprise for you?"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, we are going to make a little stop on our way to blowing up their evening."

"Okay," I spluttered hesitantly. The mischievous expression on her face worried me. Not the least of my worries was the use of the words "Blow up."

We tracked Marius, and they were still at the restaurant. We pulled up outside a tattoo parlour. I glared worriedly at Kate. "Oh, hell no. No way."

She smiled reassuringly. "Relax, it's not a tattoo."

"What then?"

"You'll see."

What it turned out to be was a tummy-button piercing. The thought of it scared me. Kate lifted her top to show me the one she had. It did look delightful, but she was young. I was old, and feeling older by the second.