The Secrets We ShareCharacters:
Rebecca
Caroline
Ali
Gregory
Molly
Tom
Robert de Villiers
Original Story
Written by White Oleander and An Insatiable Bitch
Installment 2
Written by White Oleander
Installment 3
Written by White Oleander and An Insatiable Bitch
"Ali?," Rebecca said. "Ali?" she repeated. Then, emphatically, "Hello, Ali."
Ali flushed a deep red. She was the one now being reprimanded for allowing her thoughts to stray. Oh, but they were such delicious thoughts. Inwardly, she sighed. She was anxious to get home; she wanted to connect with Molly.
"Yes, Rebecca?" Ali responded. "I was asking,"Rebecca said, "if you want your glass refilled." She noted, "It appears we have some admirers over at the bar." All three women turned to look. Precisely at that moment, a group of five men raised their drinks in salute. "To beauty" they cried. The girls all giggled; it was a fitting end to a perfect day of shopping. Caroline half muttered, "They should have saluted, 'To beauty and sex'...
That would have made it perfect." Rebecca rolled her eyes at Caroline and her endless sex talk. "God," she said to herself. "Doesn't that girl ever get enough?"
Their cute waiter, Tom, brought a bottle of wine...courtesy of: "The Gentlemen At The Bar." Caroline couldn't believe she hadn't seen him standing there; especially as cute as he was. She wasn't the only one to notice. Rebecca eyed him, thoughtfully.
Tom was a younger version of Rebecca's husband Eric, but a hell of a lot more attentive. He had wavy brown hair, on the longish side, with wide, ocean blue eyes and dimples to die for when he smiled. She particularly loved the dimple in his chin. He was approximately 6' even; with a runner's build – lean and muscular. She liked the tattoo that winked beneath the rolled back sleeve of his shirt.
It was clearly apparent that Tom
liked Rebecca. He took extra care, when he filled her glass, to gaze directly in her eyes. He asked if there was anything else she needed. "Anything at all," he added. Rebecca favored him with a sensual smile. She lightly licked her beautiful, full lips before responding. "No, I'm good for now, Brad. But….thank you. Maybe later." He grinned back at her, eyes locked on her luscious mouth. "Anytime, just let me know," he said. Rebecca made a mental note.
Caroline, irritated by Brad's attentiveness to Rebecca, drawled in her ever so bitchy way, "Looks like someone needs to get
laid, Rebecca darhlin'. And our cute little waiter is more than willing to oblige you." Ali gasped at Caroline's daring; she was taking it too far this time.
Before Ali could open her mouth to defend Rebecca, Rebecca replied, with a devilish grin. "Yes, well…it does appear that I have a number of choices tonight. Now doesn't it, Caroline." With that Rebecca swept her eyes to the men at the bar. And then, to a table behind Caroline. When she twisted around to see whom Rebecca was referring to, her mouth dropped open. There sat the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He was drop-dead hot; skin the color of ebony, a small diamond winking in his ear. He obviously was well….built and alone. Drinking a glass of wine while checking his blackberry, he appeared oblivious to their scrutiny. Except for the upturned corners of his mouth as he tried to suppress his smile. He was used to attention from women and their gasps of pleasure.
Caroline's eyes narrowed as she turned and appraised Rebecca, "I dare you," she said, knowing full well that Rebecca was the most 'sedate' member of their group. She was the one most likely to appear in control and proper at all times. Rebecca, privately irritated both at Caroline's dare and her own body's traitorous reaction to it -
whispering in her ear, yes, yes, yes...fucking yes, gave Caroline a cool smile back. She said, "Go ahead on home Caroline; you and Ali. I think I'm going to sit and enjoy the cool evening...and another glass from my 'friends' before I go.
Caroline downed her wine and stood up; pissed at being dismissed. Who did she think she was anyway? Caroline hoped Rebecca did get fucked – royally fucked –
soon! She was becoming a diva. "Come on Ali, I'll walk you to the car," said Caroline. Ali, confused, looked at both women. She stammered, Reb ec ca...are you sure you want to be alone?" Rebecca gently smiled at Ali, patting her hand. "Yes, sweetheart, go on home to those adorable children of yours. Eric is out of town again and I need some time alone...to think.
Rebecca lingered over her Chardonnay after Caroline and Ali left. One of the 'pack' at the bar broke away. He swaggered over to her table, then bent down apparently to pick something up from the floor. He placed a napkin on her table and said, "I believe you dropped this." Rebecca responded, coolly, "No I don't believe it's mine." The somewhat inebriated gentleman insisted, grinningly, "Yes, it
is yours...see? " With that, he turned the napkin towards her. On it was written:
You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. If you are free, I would love to have you for dinner. - Scott. Underneath the message, two phone numbers were scrawled. "Are you Scott?" asked Rebecca. "Yes," he replied with a wanting smile. Rebecca smiled warmly back at him. "I'm flattered Scott, really I am," she said. "You have been very generous this evening." She knew
how much he wanted her as she continued. "I'm sorry; I'm unavailable," she said as she flashed him her diamond wedding band. Scott's face fell. "You can't blame a guy for trying," he said. "You are truly, beautiful." Rebecca looked into his eyes, "Thank you Scott. I mean it; especially for the wine. You have made my evening quite delicious," Rebecca replied generously. She understood that saving face in front of his friends meant everything to Scott at the moment.
Thank goodness that was over, thought Rebecca. Her mind instantly went back to Caroline's dare. Did she dare? She considered her possibilities. There was Tom, the cute waiter. He could probably fuck all night, like a bull. There was the stud with his blackberry; solo and obviously enjoying the show Scott just put on. Rebecca answered his raised eyebrow with a smile and a raised glass. He nodded at her, flashing a beautiful smile, but he made no move to join her.
Rebecca's thoughts then drifted to Robert de Villiers, the businessman she met last weekend at the charity ball. The handsome Cajun who had left her his business card...and an interesting proposal. The thoughts raced feverishly through her head. She felt dissatisfied and antsy. She was tired of her life; the endless rounds of charity events, throwing parties, lunches out, shopping sprees. As much as she hated to admit it, Caroline was right. Rebecca
did need to get
laid.
Soon! God, she was so fucking horny. And just a bit piqued that the businessman in the corner had made no move, though he was watching her out of the corner of his eye.
Impatiently, with her clit swelling at her thoughts, her body betraying the 'Ice Princess,' Rebecca finished her wine and bent to round up her purchases. Immediately, hunky Tom was at her side. "May I help you to the car with your bags?" he asked. Rebecca shrugged, why not? With a full smile, she nodded to Mr. Blackberry at the next table, thanked again her 'admirers' at the bar and headed out to the parking lot with Tom. After she opened the hatch of her luxury SUV, Tom stowed all the bags in the back for her. He insisted on running around to open her car door. When Rebecca turned to thank him, Tom leaned in and quickly kissed Rebecca on the lips. "Whoa there, cowboy," Rebecca said, pushing against his chest with both her hands. "C'mon baby, " he said, clearly horny as hell. "You know you want it as much as I do. Rebecca mentally rolled her eyes; what a lame come – on. She was becoming increasingly tired of dealing with the egos of men who thought she should somehow be grateful for their attention! "Thanks, sweetie, but no thanks. You are a bit on the 'green' side for my tastes," she countered. Tom's face darkened in anger as he gripped her arm, pulling her towards him. Just at that moment, Mr. Blackberry appeared from behind her car. "Excuse me, is there a problem here m'am?" he said forcefully. Rebecca practically melted from the honeyed drawl of his m'am, not to mention with relief. She really did not want to have to break any nails slugging this kid. Tom immediately dropped his hands, stepping backwards. "Nah, man. I'm just helping the lady into her car." There was to be no doubt how Mr. Blackberry felt. "Well,
man," he said, "it appears to me, that '
the lady' does not need any help. I think she would just like to
leave – alone. Tom slunk away and Rebecca turned to thank her rescuer.
"Hello, I'm Marcus," he said, holding out his hand. "Rebecca," she said as she slipped her hand into his. There was instant electricity. Marcus held on to Rebecca's hand and asked, "Are you sure that you are all right? Do you want me to call someone?" For a moment, she was speechless. "No, no," Rebecca said. "I'm fine...and there is truly no one to call." Marcus looked her straight in the eye. "A pity," he said. "A fine woman such as yourself with no one to call." He pulled out his wallet and, without ever losing eye contact with Rebecca, pulled out a business card. Turning it over, Marcus wrote down his personal numbers. He handed it to her and said simply, "If you ever need someone to call." Then, he added, "
If you ever need someone to talk to, Call me. I mean it" His smile was flashing brightly in his beautiful dark face. Rebecca felt her own smile answering his back. "Sure, ok. Thanks," she said. "I mean, Thank you. Really, for everything." {Oh, Goddd was she rattled. She began thinking about calling him,
now...telling him about her needs...her need to be fucked royally by his huge black cock.
Right now!)
"No, I'm serious. Call me, anytime, Rebecca," he said as he helped her into the car. "Anytime, Rebecca," he emphasized as he shut her door. "Thank you," she whispered. Then, she watched in the rear view mirror as he strolled back to the bar. She had a feeling that her 'honor' was going to be defended, quite well. She was almost tempted to go back and watch, just for the thrill of it.
"Damn, what an evening," Rebecca said to herself as she locked the car doors. She turned on her favorite classical music and reclined the seat. It was a feeble attempt to calm her jangling nerves...and her wet, hungry pussy. Rebecca's mind washed over the 'men' of the day: the overeager Brad; the hound dog-eyed Scott; Marcus, her hero; Eric, her husband and Robert de Villiers. They all wanting to be at her beck and call. Well, all except her husband who was growing increasingly distant from her.
As her mind wandered, so did Rebecca's hands. They went down over her curving breasts, feeling the hardening of her nipples through the silk of her blouse. She molded them with her hands, squeezing lightly. She let her hand sink downward. Rebecca slid her skirt up to her waist, revealing her slutty lingerie. Rebecca loved lingerie as much as she loved her shoes: the sexier, the racier, the better. It was her secret vice.
She allowed her fingers to circle her pussy's moistened lips, lightly touching her swollen clit, moaning in anticipation. She needed more. Pushing aside the cloth of her thong, she began to circle her tight asshole; then slipped her pinkie finger in. As she did, she gasped. Goddddd that felt so fucking gooddddddd! Rebecca proceeded to work her asshole with her small pinky finger. It was just enough penetration to torment her body, but not too much. She placed two fingers of her other hand in her mouth to wet them; then moved her hand down to her now soaking wet pussy. Sliding in, Rebecca began rotating her fingers to the hilt. She began rhythmically fucking her pussy and her ass. She was lowly and deliciously building up the pleasure as she fantasized about Marcus. His muscular body – black as obsidian – his thick cock filling her up to the hilt...thrusting his powerful hips into hers. "Oh fuck... fuck... fuck..." she thought. She was wanting him, wanting his cock in her sooooooo bad. Her pussy was creaming with the thought; her clit demanding attention. Rebecca held back, fucking her ass and pussy over and over and over. She bagan moaning loudly, "Marcus, oh Marcus. I need you. I
need you, Marcus"
She was getting hungrier and hungrier for a royal fucking. Rebecca impatiently kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra. With her gorgeous breasts exposed, she began twisting the nipples. She lifted her breasts to nibble and suck on each one. The pleasure was mounting inside her pussy. Unbidden, the face of Robert de Villiers entered her mind. She remembered how his gaze lingered often on her breasts. "Robert," she said, lost in her thoughts. "Robert," she repeated as her breathing grew heavier. She knew how he would love to suckle on her nipples. She thought of him rotating her breasts in his large hands, lifting and squeezing them. Thought of him biting her nipples. "Robert, mmmmmmmmm Oh, Robert," Rebecca could not remember when she had been
this horny.
Her hands started flowing over her body – everywhere. She was squeezing her breats…. pinching her nipples... sliding into her pussy, fucking in and out, in and out... moving up to her clit. Rebecca gassspppppped at the intense wave of pleasure. The first shock wave to hit. Back to her tight ass, she plunged more fingers in deeper. Rebecca became a living breathing animal. She was groaning and began wildly moaning. She was wanting it , needing it. More and more, she needed to be fucked, sucked, licked, pounded by cock... by mouths... by hands... by teeth... Everything became a blur as Rebecca was being overcome by her needs. Her hand was rocking her clit... Her pussy was being fucked... As was her ass... Rebecca's orgasm mounted; her thoughts a mélange of men. All she could think of were men. Her mind was full of cock! She thought of sucking them... licking them... being fucked in the ass by them... having them plunging into her fucking pussy... She heard words being whispered in her ear. Hot bitch... Slut... Horny bitch... You want it, don't you. Tell me, how much do you want it? Rebecca begam screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes! I want it now!! Oh, God, I need to be fucked now!!!" Moaning, with her head tossing, the car rocked from her desperate moves. Rebecca fucked herself with wild abandon; hitting all her pleasure spots until she felt her climax begin to peak. As much as she wanted to cum, Oh God, she was desperate, she didn't want to lose this feeling. Rebecca gasped and stopped for a minute. Her fingers were poised above her clit and pussy. She was enjoying every bit of that delicious feeling; hanging suspended over the edge. Then she plunged, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Fuckkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeee!! Oh God!!! Oh my God!!! I'm cummmmmminnnnnggggggggg!!!!" Her head was tossing wildly. With her hips bucking under her hands, moaning like a wild animal, Rebecca felt wave after delicious wave rock her body again and again and again. "Fuckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeee!! Fuckkkkkkk meeeeeeeeee!! Fuckkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeee!!" she was screaming.
At that very moment Rebecca's eyes flew opened. She locked gazes with Marcus, who had parked diagonally in front of her. His gaze was hungry, his mouth was open as his tongue licked his lips. Rebecca's face flooded with pleasure, with hunger and with some embarrassment at having been caught. It was a delicious sort of embarrassment, though, considering the animal-like way Marcus was watching her. It was as though she were his prey and he was going to pounce any minute. Rebecca slowly uprighted her seat, never breaking her gaze with Marcus. She slowly backed her car out of the parking slot. She continued to gently stroke her creamed pussy, watching Marcus and knowing that he would be jacking off for her at any second. She smiled in pleasure; now he would not stop thinking of her, wanting her. Not after that 'show'.
Rebecca proceeded to drive home. She had one hand on the wheel and the other working her pussy and clit. After masturbating in the parking lot, she was even hornier how. But, she needed more than her hand or any of the toys she had at home.
Later that evening, Rebecca sat alone, again, next to the fireplace. She mused on her day. The increasingly dissatisfaction with her life... her rapid orgasms... her 'conquest' of Marcus... Would she allow him to have more than she'd given him earlier in the day? In her hand sat both Marcus' and Robert's business cards, private cell phone numbers written on the backs.
Her husband was increasingly distant, unavailable to her and her passionate needs. He catered more and more to the demanding clients in his law practice. He was happy having her serve as a decoration on his arm at public affairs. Why, she wondered, did she feel the necessity to be more. Rebecca was definitely in the midst of some sort of crisis. It was reaching epidemic proportions. Which is why she was considering calling one of the two men. Or possibly both.
Mr. de Villiers had presented her an interesting proposal. One she was considering seriously. Tall, swarthy with curly black hair, silvering at the temples. He had stunning green eyes rimmed with thick black lashes. Lean and narrow hipped with beautifully manicured hands. "Mr. Robert de Villiers, sounds French," she had said. "Naw Leans" he had drawled in a mock Cajun accent. "I descend from generations of New Orleanians," he stated. He had spent the evening peppering her with questions regarding the organizing of the evening's event: Who was in charge (her of course); how long did it take to organize (one month from her carefully prepared list of volunteers); cost; complimenting her on the ambiance, the food, the entertainment and finally the auction items. (I can do this with my eyes closed, she thought...)
Robert, in turn, studied Rebecca and her expressions during their conversation. Her elegance had attracted him, her sophistication held him and her cool demeanor kept thim engaged. He approved of the slim, black dress she wore, her evident lean curves, the honey blond hair up swept in a french twist, the discreet diamond jewelry. And the ring on her left finger. He noted her eyes, how they widened, darkened, wondering what color would they turn in passion. He was confident that beneath the ice princess exterior, a scorching hot, lusty female lurked.
"Do you do this for a living?" he asked her. Rebecca responded with a half laugh, "I wish I did, for the money, considering the amount of time I put into it." In a slight, honeyed southern drawl, Robert responded, "I'm looking for a, partner. Someone to take over the organizing of events similar to these, but on a smaller, more intimate scale. I need a person who can take charge, make excellent choices and finalize decisions on her own. A person who will arrange small dinner parties for, say, ten people or so. Then, attend as well. Serving as my representative, a hostess." Rebecca's eyes narrowed at the word "hostess", but Robert disarmed her with a charmingly brilliant smile. "Sometimes, I select the wrong word; you would be like the master choreographer and we, the attendees, your willing dance partners." She laughed at his whimsical phrasing, enjoying his wit and charm. She agreed to consider the proposal, taking his card along with the $15,000 check he wrote to the children's charity. A profitable addition to her evening.
Rebecca sat in her club chair, studying Robert's number. Across town, she was the focus of his thoughts. Rocking back in his leather office chair, Robert was enjoying a lovely, petite brunette; yet it was Rebecca who filled his mind. As she teased, licked and sucked his thick cock, he absent-mindedly ran his hands through her hair, thinking of Rebecca made his cock swell even more. He thought of how she would look hot and horny, begging to be fucked, moaning and screaming as she came. Hwas is climax building swiftly as his dwelled upon that image of her. Then, grunting, he rocketed his thick wad onto the brunette's face, into her hair, all over her large tits. Yes, he thought in anticipation, Rebecca would do very nicely. She would be a beautiful addition to his 'organization.' With his cock swelling again, he shoved the brunette's face back into his crotch. Dreaming of Rebecca and his 'business partners; how dearly they would love to pay to watch the delicious Rebecca writhe and scream in front of them at 'their' intimate gatherings.
At that moment, Rebecca had a decision to make. She picked up her cell phone and dialed. She was truly excited about the possiblities that lay before her.
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