Текст книги "Home Coming"

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Lela Gwenn
Home Coming

Bianca scanned her living room, marveling at the luxury of all the things around her. The Italian marble floor. The hand carved, antique mantel piece. The paintings that would be just as at home on the walls of a museum as here in her living room. Plush velvet and silk couches cuddled together in the large space, making cozy what could be cold. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. It was more than she had ever imagined having before Esteban swept her off her feet. The dollars that paid for all these wonderful, beautiful things wasn't the real cost, though. Once again, she'd pay in loneliness.

Bianca leaned back into the couch with a sigh. “I hate it when you have to go away for so long.”

Esteban slid his warm fingers along her jawline and cupped the back of her neck. “I know, my love. But business is business. Did you call Rachel?”

“I did. I asked Roger to pick her up on his way back from the airport. But… can't you stay for another hour?” Bianca arched her back and smiled, her fingers toying with her top button.

“No, mi amor. My plane leaves in three hours. I really have to go.”

A knock at the door announced the arrival of his driver, Roger. Esteban pressed a brief kiss to her forehead, ran his thumb across her cheek and whispered in her ear. “Two weeks. I will be home in fourteen days, mi Dulce Flor.”

And with that, he swept out the door.

“Rachel, I've lost him.” Bianca tucked her long legs underneath her and wound a strand of her long blonde hair around her finger.

“Did you do that thing I told you about?” Rachel boosted herself up onto the bar stool and turned to face her friend.

“Oh my god, no! That thing you made me buy? I can't even imagine…” Bianca's pale face flushed a bright red.

“What, that? I was talking about that position I was telling you about. The one I tried with Renee. You haven't even used the toy? Come on, that's training wheels stuff, babe. I have a half dozen of those things. How are you ever gonna please your man when you can't even please yourself?”

Bianca stared at her brazen friend, so different from herself. Rachel was all raw sexuality and pushed up boobs. Her hair was dark and her tumbling curls always gave the impression that she had just gotten out of bed.

“I just can't. I can't.” The blush of Bianca's cheek heated to what she knew was a deep crimson..

“You need to try, girlfriend. You say that you would do anything for him. Well anything, to start with, is a great big purple dildo.”

Bianca retreated into her own thoughts. She and Esteban had been married for 2 years, most of which he had spent traveling for his family's importing business. He had always said that he loved her precisely because she was such a sweet flower, his Flor Dulce, but every time he left she obsessed over the exotic women he must be meeting in his travels. Esteban was lively and worldly, handsome and powerful. Bianca just knew women, much more experienced and confident women, were throwing themselves at him. The best seduction she could muster was tugging on a button. Sometimes she desperately wished she had taken Rachel's advice when she was younger and that she'd lost her virginity before her wedding day. But it wasn't Bianca's way.

Rachel spent the day keeping Bianca busy, too busy to think about Esteban or the lonely days that stretched out in front of her. There was brunch, then shopping, then lunch, then more shopping; now it was happy hour and both Rachel and Bianca were working on being the happiest gals in the whole place.

“Rach, I know it's a pain… but would you mind staying with me while Esteban's gone? I hate being in that big house all by myself.”

Rachel stared at her friend with dead eyes for a moment and Bianca feared a quick and disgruntled no.

“I dunno. It would be a terrible inconvenience for me to leave my crappy studio apartment and hole up at the palace for a week. I mean.. the guest room has what? A giant king-sized bed? And the bathroom has four shower heads and a jacuzzi tub? I don't know if I can be pulled away from the comforts of my nineteen inch television, window unit air conditioner and sixth-floor water pressure.”

“L O L, aren't you hilarious?”

“I have articles to write and some editing to do, but as long as I have my lap top it shouldn't be a problem.”

“Things are real different, huh?”

“Ya think? From sharing Ramen in our dorm room to you inviting me over for long weekends at the palace…”

“It's not a palace.”

“Might as well be.”

“Did I tell you? I got accepted to the MFA program. I start in the fall.”

“Just what Southern Florida needs. Another writer.”

Her words were sour but Bianca knew how proud her friend was of her.

“You're a writer.”

“I'm a journalist. Far more practical. Or at least, I thought it would be. Turns out, I'd been better off majoring in Latin and other dead languages. What are you gonna do when you can't spend every waking minute sitting around the palace? Who will clean? Who will move things around so it looks like people actually live there?”

“Hush. We live there. I live there. Actually, Esteban wants to hire a maid.”

“A maid's daughter with a maid. That is either poetic justice or the most screwed up thing I've ever heard. I'm not sure. Let me think about it for a minute. OH! He could hire your mom. That would put it squarely in the most fucked up thing ever category.”

Bianca rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Ohhhh… wait! Is the maid position a live in gig? If so, I'm applying. I'll be your Alice. Your Mr. Belvedere. Your Rosie. Your Lurch.”

Bianca laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Roger can take us by your place so you can pack up some stuff.” She pulled out her phone and sent a text to the driver, letting him know they were ready.

“Mmmmmm… speaking of Roger. He is quite delicious.”

“Roger isn't…” Bianca cut herself off. There was no way to finish that sentence without lying.

“Right. Tall. Built like a Norse God. All yummilicious with those freckles and that sexy ass scar on his face? Tell me again what Roger isn't?” A mischievous smile split Rachel's face.

“On the menu. He works for my husband. Don't you go after him.”

Esteban insisted that he was just a driver, but the way Roger moved suggested military training, which further suggested that he was really a body guard of sorts.

“Ohhhhhh… forbidden fruit!”

The sleek black Town Car drove up to the curb in front of them.

“Hush up and get in the car. You are such a…”

Roger was at her side, taking the bags and opening the door in one swift move. Bianca let the sentence die and just glared at her friend.

She turned to Roger, “We need to stop by Rachel's before we head home. She'll be staying with me till Esteban gets back.”

“Yes ma'am.” He closed the door behind them and took the driver's seat.

“And Rach, don't take forever. I have ice cream melting in this bag. Just get what you need and come on.”

“Oh, I'll get what I need to come.” She said it loud enough that Roger couldn't have helped but hear her. To his credit, Bianca noticed, his eyes never left the road.

Bianca studied the huge purple dildo with its faux veins and its balls discreetly hiding the large suction cup. The only thing Bianca had used the thing for, thus far, was slapping it up against the shower walls and giggling as it hung and bobbed.

When Rachel had forced her to buy it, Bianca had been mortified. Doubly so when she suggested she learn to use it by watching porno. No. She couldn't even. The very idea of something that size… It was beyond ridiculous.

Nope. What she needed was her best friend, a pint of ice cream and a sappy rom com on DVD.

She stuffed the dildo back into the bottom of her drawer and threw a robe on. What would they watch? Best to ask Rachel, she tended to be pickier about movies.

Bianca slipped through the living room and straight through to the guest suite.

“Rach?” No answer. From the back of the suite, the sound of rushing water from the much coveted shower room roared and steam billowed out the open door.

“Rach?” Bianca was quieter this time, visions of startling her friend and her slipping and cracking her head open loomed.

The blonde peered through the open doorway into the bathroom. At first, she only saw swirling steam. But then, a figure. Rachel's naturally curvy body, her hands running over her breasts and down her own belly. Water poured over her head, pulling her curly hair straight and nearly to her waist. But that wasn't all…

She was squatting over the stone seat, pulsing the way they had both done in exercise classes a million times over the years but… why? And then it registered. A flash of bright purple and a moan made it all clear.

Bianca blushed and turned away, embarrassed. But…

Curiosity drew her eyes back to her oldest friend. She watched as her hands roamed from nipple to clit, from clit to thigh. She found her own hand wandering, hesitatingly seeking what pleasures might be found. She watched as Rachel rode the toy, how she started slow and shallow and worked it in deeper. She watched as the crescendo came upon Rachel and envied that experience.

Rachel stood and tuned of the shower; Bianca ran off to the kitchen. She yanked open the freezer door and began intensely studying the contents therein. The empty, silent moments dragged on, making Bianca feel all that much more nervous.

Oh my. What did I?

“Hey, Girlie! You ready for a little Say Anything and Chunky Monkey on the couch?”

Rachel ducked under Bianca's outstretched arm and snagged a pint. Her warm, soft breast brushed against Bianca's silk-clad ribcage. Bianca's breath caught.

Oblivious to her effect, Rachel smiled and bounced into the den. “Come on, sweet cheeks! I've got an orgy planned. You, Me, Ben, Jerry, John Cusack and his 1980's boombox.”

Bianca took a moment to gather herself.

From the living room Rachel called out, “The moooovie's starting!”

Bianca grabbed her pint, trundled into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, leaning against the arm and letting her leg hang. Rachel stole a bunch of pillows off the couch and snuggled up on the floor in front of Bianca.

The rest of the night passed in sugar-covered agony. At every funny quip Rachel squeezed Bianca's calf. Every touch brought a vision of Rachel in the shower.

The end credits were rolling when Bianca snapped back to reality.

“Shall we watch another?”

Bianca pressed her lips together weighing spending another few hours with Rachel's soft touches and mindless entertainment against time alone, steamy memories and a few soft touches of her own. The heat between her legs made the decision.

“No. I'm going to bed.”

“Okay, darling.” Rachel popped up and pressed her body against Bianca's to press a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Good night.”

Back in her bedroom, Bianca's skin was electric. Every brush of her robe, the sheets sliding up her legs, the weight of the blankets on her breasts– every single touch aggravated her already over active imagination. Oh god, Was this what it meant to be horny? What did it mean that Rachel made her feel this way? And what could she do about it?

She squirmed, thighs squeezed tight together, knees slowly pumping up and down beneath the covers. Visions of the look of ecstasy on Rachel's face made the need building in her pussy all that more insistent. She had the tool… was she willing to use it?

Throwing back the covers, she snuck across the room and quietly slid the drawer open. She found it hiding under the tee shirts and sweatpants.

Back in the warm cocoon of her bed, she tentatively stoked the length of her toy with one hand and slid the other down the front of her panties. The soft folds of her sex were wet, her panties already soaked.

Pulling them aside, she nudged the head of the dildo between her lips and gasped. Inching it in. Sliding it a little at a time, her mind took the fuel that watching Rachel had given her and embellished on it to create new and more exciting situations. Rachel and Roger on the guest room bed, the soft moans Bianca remembered married with… Esteban taking her forcefully… so many beautiful, wicked scenarios. She felt an little pain as she got as much of the dildo into her as would fit. She stopped focusing on working it in and picked up her pace. Gripping the length, her hand stimulating her clit with every stroke.

Her heart started to race. The wetness from her pussy ran over her hand. The pleasure building inside her spurred her to go harder and faster… she was…

Brrrrring!

She stared at the phone on her nightstand, confused. Oh. It had to be Esteban, and who knows when he'd have another chance to call her. She picked up on the third ring.

“Love, are you okay? You sound out of breath.” His velvet voice was marked with concern. She wanted him so badly.

“I'm fine, darling.”

“What's going on? Are you okay? Do I need to come home?”

Oh, he needed to come home…but no. “I'm fine. I'm in bed. I just…” She tried to think of a lie.

“Just?”

The thought of Rachel's advice and the cool kiss she'd gotten when he left.

“I was just…pleasuring myself.” She could feel the hot blush from her head to her toes, but she tried her best to keep it out of her voice.

“Oh?” A pause, then his voice dropped a bit. “Ohhhhhh. I hope I didn't ruin anything.”

“I was very close.” She put a bit of playful pout in her voice. The daring of it thrilled her.

“Can I help? Make it up to you?”

“Oh… I guess so…yes.”

“Where are you?”

“In bed.”

“And you have that toy?”

Bianca practically choked. “You know..?”

“I found it some time ago. Lay back. I want you to imagine me there.”

Her pussy was once again liquid heat. His voice married with the sensation…it was magic.

“Knead your breast and rub your clit for me, love. Let me hear how much you like it.”

She propped the phone up on a pillow by her head and did as she was told. The soft strokes took her breath away.

“Now, I want you to imagine my cock pushed against your clit.”

Bianca took hold of the dildo and nudged her swollen clit sending shudders of pleasure into her belly. When they were face to face, lying together in bed, they didn't talk. His husky voice giving her orders and the roughness of his language thrilled her.

“Now I will fuck you. You want that, my love?”

The toy penetrated her. Deeper and deeper she thrust, a twist in her wrist came naturally as she pulled it out to work it in a little further. The phone slipped down onto the pillow next to her head.

“Yes.” She barely got the word out as she slammed the dildo home.

Soon, “Yes”, was the only thing she could say. She came loudly, sure that he heard every gasp.

When she had recovered her senses, she picked up the phone, still panting.

“Good girl. I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight.” His voice was like a jaguar, sleek and smooth but full of danger.

The buzz of a dead line rang in her ear. She returned the handset to its cradle and fell into a deep sleep.

“I called Roger. He's picking us up in an hour and a half. ” Rachel waited for Bianca's reaction.

“Do you have plans that I don't know about?”

“Always. But mainly the plan is to get the hell out of this house. Spending all day cooped up is no good.”

Bianca shrugged and grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter. Pulling back the peel, she popped the fruit into her mouth. Her mind was already racing ahead to what they could do that day.

“Mmmm… come on baby. You can work it better than that.” Rachel purred at her.

For a second Bianca's jaw hung open in shock, but bolstered by the memory of Esteban's warm honey voice, she smiled.

Her tongue flicked down the underside of the fruit and she pursed her lips around its girth.

Rachel laughed out loud. “Oh, you think you can out-do me?”

She grabbed the largest of the remaining bananas and yanked back the peel. “Oh, no. This is how it's done.”

Rachel's banana disappeared down her throat. Bianca's eyes widened in surprise; she took the challenge.

Gradually she started working the banana further and further into her throat, calling to mind the thrusts of the dildo the night before. Soon the fruit, sloppy wet from spit, was pushing against her gag reflex. Bianca did her best to maintain control.

It was Rachel's turn to wear the wide eyed look of shock. Bianca was proud having managed to finally surprise her oldest friend.

From behind her she heard a throat being cleared. Rachel bit the end of her banana off and began giggling between chews. It wasn't her brazenness that had caused the surprise but rather…

Roger.

“I told Roger we might not hear the door, so he should just come on in when he got here,” Rachel managed to sputter out.

Bianca whirled around, feeling the heat of a full body blush overtake her. She chomped down on the banana.

Roger tried to suppress his smile. “You two ladies have appointments at Spa Primal in one hour.”

“Since when?”

“I set it up this morning. My sister is the manager there.”

Bianca bristled. “I didn't realize you also worked as a secretary.”

“I offer many services the lady of the house has yet to avail herself of.”

The damned smile never left his lips. Bianca willed herself not to blush. Rachel giggling behind her didn't help matters.

She took a deep breath.”Fine. I'll go get my purse.”

Inside, the spa was dimly lit. The air hung heavy with incense and enough humidity to keep the orchids that filled the nooks and niches around the room happy. The woman behind the desk wordlessly acknowledged Roger and whisked the women back into the locker room.

“Here are your robes, ladies. Go ahead and undress to your own level of comfort. Your therapist will be in to escort you to your first treatments momentarily.”

Rachel snatched the plush red robe out of the woman's outstretched hand, leaving the tan one for Bianca.

Bianca started to ask what treatments they were booked for, but the receptionist was gone before she had the chance.

Rachel was naked before the door clicked closed. Bianca did her best not to stare. “Are you really going to do this naked?”

“Yeah. Aren't you? How can they get to all the really good spots if you have clothes on?”

The challenge was audible.

“Fine.” Bianca slithered out of her clothes, tucking them into the locker. Pulling the robe tightly around her, she sighed.

A tentative knock on the door was followed by a young woman stepping in.

“Ms. Alvarado? Your massage room is ready if you'd like to follow me?”

“Um…” Bianca paused, not wanting to leave her friend behind.

“Her room will be ready momentarily.” The pleasant woman smiled and held the door open for her. Bianca followed her out the door and down the hall.

Bianca hated to admit it, but a day at the spa was just the thing. The warm oil and the strong hands of the massage therapist hit all the right notes. There had been places Bianca didn't even realize she'd been holding tension. Now she was fully relaxed.

Despite her relaxation, sitting around in the “recovery room” sipping water and reading magazines lost its appeal pretty quickly. Jeez, what's taking Rachel so long?

The tech darted through the door, towels in hand.

“ Excuse me?”

“Oh, um.. yes, Mrs. Alvarado. Can I help you?”

“I was wondering when Ms. Saul is going to be done?”

The dark haired woman checked her clipboard. “She's in the double massage room with her friend.”

“Um, no. I'm her friend.”

“Oh, well…” The tech looked puzzled then shrugged. “I'll show you to the room.” She padded down the hall amp; Bianca followed.

“She should be in here. I have…” She pointed over her shoulder and looked uncertain.

“Of course. I've got it from here. Thanks.” Bianca smiled and nodded.

“You're welcome. Excuse me.” She returned to work.

Bianca tapped on the door and then slipped inside. Much like the room she had been in, a shoji screen blocked the view of the room. Rachel's red robe lay across the chair that sat by the door.

Even if there were a dozen other red robes in the spa, the sounds that came from behind the screen were unmistakable– and hauntingly similar to the moans she'd heard standing outside the guest shower.

An equally recognizable voice growled, “Rachel.”

Bianca held her breath, frozen. She considered retreating. But what if they heard the door? What if someone walked in? She stood stock still, unable to make up her mind.

“Oh, fuck yeah. That's so good.” Roger growled.

Curiosity got the best of her. She peered through a crack between the two panels of the screen.

Roger stood behind Rachel, who was bent over the end of the massage table. They were both naked. His muscular legs were spread wide, ass pumping his…

Oh my…

Esteban was more than adequate. In fact, Bianca had often held him back out of fear. But this… The look of ecstasy on Rachel's face as Roger slammed his cock into her, which to Bianca's eye looked every bit as large as her purple dildo, was… intriguing.

With every impaling stroke, Rachel's eyes widened with shock and then slitted as he ground the base of his cock into her pussy.

Bianca slid down into the seat, suddenly hyper aware of her body swathed only in the robe. Bianca stared at the door. Her imagination drew vivid pictures of the massage therapist walking in. Certainly the moans and yells would catch someone's attention?

They certainly had Bianca's attention. One hand slid into her robe above the belt of her robe. The other tucked in below.

“ Ah, Roger, fuck me. Split me open. Hurt me.”

He answered with an animalistic grunt.

Bianca's imagination filled in the pictures that the sounds so masterfully painted. Her fingers played amongst her wet folds, stroking her clit and exploring the pleasures she could find inside herself. With every loud exclamation of joy from behind the screen her fingers found new ways to stimulate herself. With a soft sigh she plucked her nipple till it was fully erect and pinched it till it ached.

She found her eyes flicking to the door, at once dreading someone walking in and yet thrilling at the idea. Caution almost sent her to lock the door.

“ Fill my ass,” Rachel panted.

Oh, my. Bianca had never… she couldn't even…

She slid from her chair and crawled to the screen. On hands and knees she drank in the scene.

Roger's cock head pressed into the cleft of Rachel's ass. He pushed and Bianca saw her best friend's face bloom with pain, pleasure and utter abandon. His strokes started short and easy at first. Back arching, her hand reached back flexing and clenching silently begging for more when her voice failed her.

Bianca's own hand reached back as well, fingers first stopping to collect some of her own sweet slickness. The tip of her first finger tested the tightness of her ass. At first the resistance was too much. But watching the longer and longer strokes Rachel was taking with thrilled open joy was motivation enough.

Bianca wanted that.

Her finger found its way. With a twist of the wrist she found she could slide her thumb into her cunt.

Ahhh… oh.

Roger yelled out announcing his orgasm. Bianca's own crashed through her, making her elbow go weak. Her body tipped forward, bumping the screen.

It swayed. Bianca held her breath.

“ What the…?”

Bianca didn't wait. She scrambled up and out, getting herself through the door just in time.

The phone rang and Bianca jumped out of her skin.

She stared at it. What if it was Rachel? What if… what if she knew? Bianca picked up the phone

“ Dulce Flor, are you okay?”

“ I'm… I'm fine.” She took a breath and did her best to brighten her voice. “Rachel took me to get a massage today. It was lovely.”

“ Roger said. He also said you left in a cab without them. Sent him a text message?”

“ The massage was wonderful, but after it was done she lit some incense of something. The smell gave me a headache.” It was a story that she had been practicing for a while in her head, but even well-practiced it came out shaky.

“ You have always been a terrible liar.”

“ I… I um…”

“ Tell me what is going on.”

His voice was so sure. So forceful. Without thinking about it, she spilled. Every gory detail. Every sticky moment. She'd never had a secret so juicy before and it spilled forth in a torrent.

Silence.

And more silence.

“ Esteban? Are you there?”

“ I am.” His voice was tight. “I am very glad I don't have to look at you right now, Bianca. I doubt I could.”

“ Esteban, I..”

“ I'll call you tomorrow. I have to go.”

“ I love you.”

“ Tomorrow.”

The phone disconnected.

Bianca huddled under the covers of her bed, tears filling her eyes. A long hard night full of tears lay ahead of her.

Ring!

Startled, she woke. Eyes wide, she grabbed the phone.

He didn't wait for a greeting. “A package will be delivered in the next hour. Sign for it, then call me before you open it.”

“ Okay.” she squeaked.

Esteban hung up without another word, leaving Bianca alone with her panic.

He's divorcing me. He's having papers delivered and he wants me to call him so he can be sure I get them.

So he can hear me cry.

Rachel's ring tone trilled from out of Bianca's purse. She listened to it till it stopped and waited to hear the voice mail beep.

The intercom from the front door beeped. She jumped up, wrapped a robe around herself and went to the door.

Peeking through the window, she saw Roger standing there. Her heart leapt to her throat.

“ Can I help you?”

“ It's Roger. Are you okay Mrs. Alvarado? Rachel is worried. You aren't answering your phone.”

“ I'm fine. Migraine. I just need quiet. I'll call her later.”

Call and tell Rachel what, exactly? Oh, my husband is divorcing me. Why? I watched you fuck my chauffeur and it really turned me on and now he thinks I'm a freak.

A cup of tea and a few good cries later, the intercom buzzed again.

On the other side of the glass, the delivery man looked crisp, professional and thoroughly optimistic. Bianca hated him.

She yanked the door open, snatched the clip board and pen, and scrawled her name on the line. Shoving the paperwork back at him she took the box and retreated back into the house.

From the coffee table, the box stared at her. She had expected the apocalypse to come in an official looking manila envelope, not a diminutive white box.

Her cell phone rang. Esteban's ring.

“ You should have gotten it by now.”

Great. He's anxious to get it over with.

“ Hi.”

“ Did it arrive?”

“ Yes.”

“ But you didn't call?”

“ No, I…”

“ You have been so naughty lately.” His words were reproachful, but held a warmth and playful edge she hadn't heard in a long time.

“ Go shower. Do your hair. Put on make up. Then call me. Before you get dressed. I want to pick out what you wear. This is important. Don't open the box.”

“ O…okay.”

“ Good. I love you, Bianca.”

“ Yeah, I…”

The phone went dead. She hung it up, bewildered.

“ You're ready? Hair? Make up?”

“ I'm all ready. What is this all about? I don't…”

“ Send me a picture.”

“ I'm naked.”

“ I know.”

Bianca dithered for a minute. Could she, really? What if he was setting her up?

“ Bianca?”

Finally, she resigned herself to the set up, if there was one. If she was going to lose every thing, she might as well go out in a way that would make Rachel proud of her. Bianca snapped a photo with her phone and sent it to him.

“ Good girl. Now open the box.”

Well, great. After he divorces me for being a deviant he'll be able to post naked pictures of me on the internet.

She pulled the tab on the side of the box and it zipped open. Inside was… tissue paper, in various shades of pink. Not what she had been expecting at all. Past the crinkling paper she found a satin bag. She pulled it out and stared at it.

“ What is it?”

“ Darling, if you can't tell by looking at it, I can't help you.”

She opened the bag and pulled out… panties. But not regular panties. These were made out of a smooth rubbery material and they were heavy. She opened them up. Oh! A smallish knob sprouted from the inside of the crotch and a pill shaped bullet sat in front of it.

“ I think this is…”

“ Put it on.”

“ I don't understand… Esteban, I…”

“ Shhh. I told you what I want. Now all you have to do is put those panties on, put your clothes on and go to lunch. Roger will be there to drive you very soon. Call me from the car.”

“ What should I wear?”

“ Good girl. Your green dress. The short one that wraps. With your black belt.”

He hung up before she had a chance to question him further.

The panties looked small, but were remarkably stretchy. She pulled them up over her ass and gasped a little as the tiny dildo invaded her pussy. She slid into her dress and buttoned up the top as quickly as she could. The intercom buzz came just as she was sliding her feet into her wedges.

“ Hello, Roger.”

“ Hi, Bi.. Mrs. Alvarado. I hope your head is feeling better.” He stepped aside and held the car door open for her.

“ I'm on the mend.” The words come out tight and quiet. What if he knew? If he saw or Esteban told him? What if… The sheer number of ways this could go wrong compounded by the oddness of her husband's behavior and these panties was too much for her to process. She slid into the back of the car and stared straight ahead.

“ Where would you like to go for lunch?”

“ Um… The Vineyard is fine.”

The car rolled forward and she continued to stare at the back of the seat. Her phone trilled.

“ You were supposed to call me.”

“ I'm sorry. I'm just…”

“ You're going to pay for that.”

Suddenly her panties came to life, a strong vibration coming from the bullet straight into her clit. “Oh, God.”

“ Yes, Dulce Flor. Now you see the game.” The vibration abruptly cut off. “Tell Roger to take you to Le Quotidian. “

“ He taking me to The Vineyard.”

“ No.”

The vibration started again, stronger this time, taking her breath away. She bit back a moan. This stronger movement ran up the small dildo in her pussy. The sensation was compounded.

“ Are you okay, Mrs Alvarado?” Roger's eyes peered at her from the rear view mirror.

“ I'm fine. I've changed my mind. Take me to Quotidian.”

“ Yes, ma'am.”

The car turned and the vibration stopped.

“ I'm going to tell you just what to do. Do as you are told and I will be a happy man. Defy me and I will still get my satisfaction.”

“ There will be people around.”

“ That is precisely the point.”

Inside the restaurant, people milled about the maitre d's station, waiting to be given a table or released to the bar.