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  Adelia gulped and panted and squirmed but Leon had her around the shoulders.

  Leon pulled his right hand away, and found the zipper of her dress on the nape of her neck. He undid it very slowly, and then pulled the dress down, exposing her gently rounded white shoulders. Her eyes were wide open now, pupils dilated, showing lots of white around the edges.

  She stared at Darban, pleading for reprieve.

  Thomas enjoyed her in all of her glory, eyes raking her up and down.

  “Magnificent!”

  “Oh…oh, Leon. Oh, Thomas…” She gasped, and arched her back a little, and Leon unsnapped the strapless bra while Thomas stared.

  She stared right back, locked on that beautiful masculine face.

  “I’ll bet she would just love to dance for you…in fact I know she would.”

  Adelia gave a low, soft moan, staring wildly at their reflection in Darban’s side window. Leon had her by the breasts and she stared at with unfocused eyes at the reflections…she couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was. It was real.

  “You’ll be fine, Honey.” He kissed her on the cheek.

  There was much that could go wrong, of course. Leon might be reading it wrong. She might have a bad case of the guilts tomorrow, but they would get through it.

  “Thomas, come closer.’

  Darban shifted on the seat.

  “Take my wife’s breasts in your hands, please…show her, Thomas.”

  There would be plenty of time for second thoughts later.

  “Give Adelia a little taste of what she’s in for, Thomas. Kiss her, Thomas. Kiss her.”

  She closed her eyes, tipped her head back and moaned softly in pleasure, growing more insistent as Leon fingered her down under. Thomas locked onto her face and she gyrated under his assault.

  “Thomas is very handsome, isn’t he, Honey?” Leon nibbled her ear lobe.

  Thomas pulled back and looked on her, mouth open.

  She moaned and panted softly, and Leon thought he’d squeeze in one last kiss while Thomas gently rolled her nipples between his long fingers.

  It might be a while before Leon got another kiss, but the gamble had paid off.

  Adelia had all them damned romance novels, always cluttering up the house, the coffee table, the bedroom nightstand—four flames, five flames, heat ratings, scantily-clad folks all over the covers. She read them three or four at a time it seemed, going through a lot of tissues when she did. Boxes of those books came in the mail. She cried a lot and dreamed of romance. She dreamed of exotic people, handsome and mysterious men, and far, far-off places.

  The psychology wasn’t all that hard to read.

  “Honey.”

  “Ah…ah…ah, yes, my love?”

  “I want you to show our friend Thomas Darban a real good time. He’s from Lichtenstein, you know, and I want you both to have, ah…ah, a very good time, capiche?”

  Her head turned and her lips parted and Leon did his quick best to rape her mouth with his own tongue, watching her carefully and enjoying the view as she squirmed and quivered in his arms. She’d always been beautiful to him, and that’s all that mattered. Thomas gently kneaded her breasts, and then turned away momentarily.

  The night was young and he intended to take his time.

  Leon whispered sweet nothings in Adelia’s ear as she waited for it to begin.

  Leon retracted his finger and withdrew. He held her by the shoulders gently for a moment and then gave a little push.

  She slid closer to Thomas, as he awkwardly turned, having finally managed to pour. His hands were shaking a little, but he managed.

  Darban had made two big drinks for them. Sticking the bottle back in ice, Thomas took a quick sip. Leon took one glass, had a quick gulp, and then held the bubbling stuff up to his wife’s eager red lips. She was clinging to both of them desperately, holding on in a death grip.

  He winked at Thomas.

  Thomas put his glass down on a level spot. He turned and tapped on the glass to give Georges fresh instructions.

  Leon waited, one hand stroking Adelia’s breast as she lay against the seat-back, eyes wide, staring at her husband and looking a lot calmer now that the awful suspense was over.

  Leon’s questing hand found her vagina again, shoving aside the edge of her panties. She licked her lips and watched them, both of them.

  “Thomas.”

  “Yes, Leon?”

  “I was wondering if Georges might like to have a go as well.”

  “Ooh, oh, oh…OH!” Adelia was practically coming already, thrusting down hard on his hand and very wet, so Leon gave Thomas a wink, nodded and then whispered in her ear.

  “It’s okay, Honey. It’s just a thought.” He whispered another suggestion, still stroking her clitoris.

  She twisted around again, raised a foot and Thomas obliged by removing the shoe and bringing her nylon-clad leg up.

  He nibbled on her toes.

  “Take her.” Thomas let go of the foot and extended his arms.

  Leon released her. Adelia crawled up on Thomas as if pulled by some invisible magnet. His arms came around her and then they were kissing deeply.

  Adelia was still hyperventilating as Georges eyed her in the mirror in a speculative fashion. Georges’ arm came up and Leon accepted the shiny silver digital camera he offered with thanks. Pulling out his handkerchief, he gave his fingers a quick wipe. The camera was more or less waterproof, he figured. Turning it on, he began to shoot, watching with interest over the top of the display screen.

  “Take your time, Honey. We’ve got all night.”

  He had the game recording on his machine anyways, and first thing Monday morning he would invest their twenty thousand dollars, basically some of his own money he’d held back from the annual bonus, into their retirement plan just as he always did.

  As for Adelia, she was a good wife and deserved a little romance in her life.

  His own physical response was the result of some long-dormant voyeurism, which was essentially the same as looking at porn. Leon was quite looking forward to this.

  If things got a little too out of hand, Leon could always climb into bed with them, and if either Thomas or Leon wore himself out, Georges could pinch hit in the bottom of the ninth.

  Adelia was in for one unforgettable evening.

  As for Thomas Darban, he really was from Lichtenstein. He was an off-the-shelf parts and components buyer for a German-Italian consortium building jet turbine engines and military assault helicopters for NATO and E.U. contracts. Now he would have something to write home about. Or perhaps he would send them a nice little thank-you note. More importantly, he had only a few days left here in Canada. Also importantly, he had a lot to lose, with a wife and three kids back home. George, his bodyguard in real fact, would also be going home. He might have a few memories to warm his bones in old age as well.

  It was a sweet deal all the way round.

  Thomas could use the most recent collector’s edition of stamps to mail that letter. About the only thing his tiny country was really known for was its stamps.

  End

  About the Author

  Constance ‘Dusty’ Miller has written fiction, non-fiction and worked for newspapers and magazines, even working for a brief stint as sports editor of a small-town weekly. She likes to make people laugh as well as think. Her erotica has strong qualities of literary romance. Out of work and recovering from a life-threatening illness, someone suggested writing erotica which she initially rejected for lack of confidence. But love makes the world go around, and Dusty can no longer deny its pull. Dusty squeezes a little writing in between raising a daughter and building up her business.

 

 

 
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