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Unread postPosted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 12:57 pm 
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M+J in “Mother, Father, Sister, Brother” by FreshStart

I truly thank the great Xleglover for the fiction he has produced, for the inspiration he has given me and the room he has allowed me to play in his universe.

lilford1965 wrote:
[snip] Perhaps one of the members of this particular forum would consider penning a few paragraphs on the "Mike & Jen " theme and entertain us with a continuance [snip] Perhaps Mike and Jen could become Mark and Janine or Jane . Personally , I openly hope you'll both respond to my suggestion .

You mention no names, but I tend to rush in where others fear to tread. This is not a continuance of FWFFG but a continuance of “Rogue Sum” where I branched off from X’s story. This is something I actually pitched to X some time ago but he politely demurred. He didn’t say so, but this deviates into something that’s clearly not…his kink.

Dramatis personae:

Matthew (Matt) Adams. Mathematician. Works for a boutique investment firm who have created a computer program to manage money on the markets. Has been struggling with a fetish about watching his wife have sex with other men.

Julia (Jules, "Jewels" to Matt, Julie or “Hoolia” for...someone to come) Adams (nee Jackson). Matt’s wife. Works in an advertising firm. Was pushed into extramarital sex by Matt. Fell in love with her lover or “boyfriend”.

Steven Spears. Julia’s boss and “boyfriend”. Pretty boy and player, who has surprised himself in how serious he feels about Jules.

Melissa Rougier. Engineering Project Manager. Started working with Matt who perhaps has developed deep feeling s for her. (No name change, because she is MY creation.)

This takes place in Toronto, Canada—another large, international financial center. Just to be different. I have been in both NY and Toronto.

This story would occur almost immediately after M+J in “Rogue Sum”: http://ourhotwives.org/forum/viewtopic.php?f=8&t=46429

Thanks for the encouragement and thanks for the read and the ideas. You know who you are.

Apologies in advance. I am close to swamped and I soon will be traveling. No idea how often I may post, and I think this is launching slightly early as it’s not as fully planned out as I’d like.

Part 1 -- Pulling Back
It was Sunday. Julia stared at the tablet’s screen. She had initially felt a moment of guilt turning it on but now she felt the bottom had dropped out of her life. In a fit of anger somehow triggered by recent Matt’s absence, she had thrown a confused Steve out of the apartment. Marching into the spare room—where Matt had last slept in the apartment, instead of in the master bedroom—she had told herself she was going to clean up. In moving things around, she encountered Matt’s tablet and after a moment’s hesitation, turned it on and swiped in his password. Skimming the Facebook screen that was presented, she lit upon something from “Ultra Latino”, a radio program Matt had suddenly found interesting after starting to work with that nerdy bitch. The same woman he had stayed with the last few nights “to be closer to work”. She read the entry again and her eyes got moist.

“There’s a big difference between:

"Who we love,

"who we settle for

"and who we’re meant for.”

Jules loved Matt, right? They had met at university. He had helped her with some of her courses and got her back on track, after nearly failing out. Even more, he had also rescued her, at great physical cost, from a rape. They had married and started a life together. He was quiet and plain but brilliant and on the verge of great success. He was her rock. Right?

Jules then thought of Steve. Encouraged by Matt, she had started a purely sexual relationship with Steve—that gorgeous, charismatic star at work. She had marveled at his physique. All of it: His six pack, his V and…his cock. She had never seen anything so supple, yet so powerful and, yes, so exquisitely beautiful as Steve’s cock. But later there had been so much more, and eventually the relationship had become more than sex. It had also become so complicated for her to acknowledge. She loved Steve, right?

Did she settle for Matt? What a horrible suggestion? Was she meant for Matt? He’d been distant lately. Was she meant for Steve? Where the hell did THAT thought come from? She shook her head to clear it.

Returning her attention to the tablet, after another hesitation she hit ‘back’ on the browser. Her eyes widened. Matt must have been pleasuring himself and she instantly felt guilty that she hadn’t been there or been enough for her husband. It was a screen filled with a movie search. From a porn site. She looked over the results, then looked up and stared out the nearby window. No matter who she was “meant for” or who she would “settle for”, SHE would be the one to make that choice. At that moment, Julia Adams silently vowed to win back her husband’s attention. To do that, she’d make his life into one of these movies.
Matt Adams dropped into his chair at the office, kicking the shredder underneath. With amusement, he remembered Friday, when he had pretended to Melissa that a piece of paper represented the current state of his marriage. He had shredded it in front of her.

Mel would normally be in the cube beside him but she had taken a phone call as they prepared to leave her apartment. She had glanced at Matt and waved him off silently mouthing, “Meet you at work.” He logged onto his machine and scanned his mail to find something Mel must have sent him late Friday. Seeing the subject, he quickly opened the message:

From: Mel
To: Matt
Subject: Marriage
Text: Marriage is like playing cards. At first all you need is a couple of hearts and a diamond. But in the end, all you wish you had was a club and a spade.

He chuckled, then frowned. He thought of his marriage. Julia Jackson was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had been way out of his league. But somehow, she had fallen for him and they had married. It had been a dream. Then, somehow, he had sensed that over time the blazing light that she originally was, had dimmed. Venus had wilted and become…a housewife. Sure, she was still the most beautiful creature in the world, but she wasn’t herself. There must be something she craved…something that he wasn’t supplying.

At some point, he had decided that his “Jewels” needed to reignite. She needed to play in her own league. He was turned on by the idea of watching her brought to the heights of pleasure which she deserved, and which he thought he must be incapable of bringing her. So he had suggested their “game”. Suggested she should look around and follow where desire would take her. He was looking for icing on their cake.

Matt remembered a quote he had read from some Tumblr he had begun to haunt. “Just because she constantly craves sex with another does not mean that she doesn’t consider you her soul mate, or love you with all her heart. It just means that is not enough.”

Then she had gotten in deep with Steve. Too deep. It had to have been someone like Steve, didn’t it? Some chiselled extrovert who exuded such smarmy confidence. At first Matt forced himself to remember it was icing. He remembered another quote: “It’s NOT the cake itself. The cake is mutual kindness and respect, shared values, shared interest. You know, Love.” And it WAS icing, delicious icing, until the cake was burned.

The moment his Jewels looked at that self-congratulating, too-perfect over-grown man-child and said, “I Love You” was the moment Matt’s heart broke… and his penis erupted. What a sick fuck, he thought. Then Mel arrived. That’s when Matt had understood the real condition of his marriage…which he had demonstrated with the shredder. That was only Friday. Three days ago and he hadn’t been home in almost a week.
Life was going to intervene.
The wiry man with the white-stubble beard steered his bicycle past the sign with the wheelchair that said, “Please respect” and stopped on the planks surrounded by sand. There was a motorized wheelchair beside him containing a male relic from the 1960s, with some loud player blaring appropriately-aged music. The wiry man suddenly looked annoyed and fished a phone from his belt. He glanced at the screen which read, “Control Freak”, and answered.

“Princess! To what do I owe the honor?...I’m at Sugar Beach to check out the young local ‘talent’. Sure, it’s Monday morning, but there are some fine stuffed bikinis for these old eyes. Yeah, sorry about the noise. Why do you ask?….Shit…I am so sorry to hear that. What’s your plan?...Uh-huh… Is there anything I can do? …Fuck. Walked into that one, didn’t I? You DO realize what you’re asking....No, of course I will. How long will you be gone?...I see. Well, if you take longer I’ll try to fob them off on one of my ex-students. Anything else I can possibly do for you?...What do you mean ‘you want me to behave’? Are you planning to go back there or something?...Oh…Hmm…Email me the details, you must be pressed for time….Of course…I’ll be thinking of you. And please, for fuck’s sake, take care of yourself too.”

The man stood there in silence, breathing in the sweet smell from the sugar boat being unloaded across the pier. He punched at this phone. “Georgine? It’s Michaelis….From next door...Oui, ça va. Or at least I was until a minute ago. Georgine, can you start walking Bernini during the day again for me?...Tomorrow, but I will confirm…Merci Madame.” Then he made another call and set up an appointment for the afternoon.

Since he was suddenly robbed of a lot of his time, the man decided not to immediately turn around and cycle home as was his plan. He decided to cycle further along. Along Queen’s Quay, where someone he would soon meet for the first time, was moving in. Maybe he’d go past Ontario Place, and all the way to the Humber Bridge. He chuckled as he anticipated the smells and sounds as he passed “The Ex”, one of North America’s largest fairs, which signaled the end of summer. Squinting at the nearby office towers he looked to see where his appointment was. Turning, he took one last, longing look at the bodies spread out on the tiny beach.

Then out loud he said, “Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in.”

“Shit,” said the relic beside him, over the cacophonous music. “You in the Mafia?”

“Worse,” replied the man. “Project management. And now I think I'm supposed to be a sex therapist too.”
Matt had just returned from a lonely food-court lunch, noticing Mel still hadn’t arrived, when his phone beeped. It was a text from Mel which read, “Call me from a private place.” He frowned, then walked into the empty board room, closed the door and phoned her.

“Hey,” she answered.

“Hey. What’s up?”

He heard a sniffle. “It’s Mom and Grandma.” They were in British Columbia, over 3,000 kilometers or over 2,000 miles away. Her Dad had passed away some time ago and her sister had two young children even further away in Nova Scotia. “They were in a car accident…”

“Oh, no…”

“Grandma’s fine, but Mom’s leg is fractured. She’ll be okay, but she’s been the one taking Grandma out grocery shopping and to her medical appointments. I’ve gotta go out there and take care of them both for a bit.”

“How long will Mom be out of commission?” He hated how he sounded.

“About six weeks, but after that I think we’ll take some time and get Grandma moved into care of some sort. We can’t keep putting so much pressure on Mom. I have no idea how long this is going to take. Grandma’s not going to like it.”

Matt sat, empty.

“When are you flying out?”

“Tomorrow morning. I’m packing right now. I’ll keep you in the loop about how things are going. Oh, I’ve suggested to Mr. Jacobs that Michaelis take over as PM on AME. I guess they’re going to talk about it this afternoon. ” AME was the “Algorithmic Market Execution” system that Mel and Matt, with a team of others, had just implemented to great success. As a consequence, Matt and Mel had been told they were in for hefty bonuses come October. Mel had previously made mention of Michaelis as her project management teacher. More than a teacher. He was a good friend. “Makes sure he sees all my notes.”

There was a long pause.

“Bye, Matt….I…I…”

“Talk to you soon, Mel.” He paused. “I sure will miss you. Maybe we can Skype or FaceTime or something? Next week?”

“Sure….bye, Matt…”
It was dark when Matt got to the apartment he shared with his wife…and too often her boyfriend. Feeling hollow, he couldn’t think of anything else to do than surf in bed. He hesitated by his and Jewel’s bedroom door, then walked in, grabbed some things, walked to the spare room and closed the door.

At some point he woke and was confused. There was a body beside him in the bed in the spare room. His head cleared and he saw it was Jewels on her side with her back to him. Then he noticed the strap on her shoulder. A red night gown. No, it was THE red night gown. The one he hadn’t seen in quite some time and was usually an obvious signal that he was supposed to do something. Sliding quietly out of bed, he padded down to the bathroom, relieved himself, then padded to the master bedroom. It was completely abandoned and the bed was made. For a moment he stood there wandering if it meant something. Returning to the spare room, he carefully slid back into the bed, then pulled close and spooned with his wife. She gave a long sigh. He touched her long blond hair. He imagined her blue eyes. Then, he put his arm around her and his hand naturally alighted on the lace over her breast, quickly making him hard. Taking his hand back, he aligned his erection into the crack of the woman’s buttocks, then put his hand back over her breast…and began playing with an instantly-erect nipple. After a while, he slowly pulled the strap down and began kissing.

It was like old times...and he wondered why.
“Some days when I'm far away
“In a lonely room in a cold seclusion
“Some nights when I'm wound so tight
“There is no release, there is no solution
“In hell there's a big hotel
“Where the bar just closed and the windows never opened
“No phone so you can't call home
“And the TV works, but the clicker is broken
“But in the darkness I see your light turned on
“You know my weakness, you know how I respond to

“Blonde over blue
“Your hands are cold, your eyes are fire
“Blonde over blue
“They shine as though you're burning inside
“One word from you is all I need to be inspired
“Blonde over blue
“I need your inspiration tonight”

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Unread postPosted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 7:18 pm 

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This is an odd thing to say, but it feels like Matt is going to cheat on Mel at the end. I like Mel, and Matt really needs to revisit that shredder again.

I know Matt is still technically married to Jules, but the master bedroom belongs to Steven. As Mike in another story would say, "I can only take so much."

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Thanks for sharing your story.... look forward to more.

Unread postPosted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 5:52 pm 
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Nice start to part 2...looking forward to where it goes. Hope Mike is researching plane ticket prices to BC soon...

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Unread postPosted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 1:43 am 
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Part 2--French Twist
Matt woke then lifted and twisted his head, trying to see the time.

“You have an hour,” said a familiar voice.

He relaxed down into the bed and turned the other way. A blue eye under blond hair was regarding him from a pillow, inches away.

“Hi,” said the same voice. “Who are you again?”

A jumble of thoughts entered Matt’s brain which he carefully sorted through. Last night. The last week. Last Sunday night. Trying to walk a fine line between humor and bitterness he answered his wife with, “Remember? I’m the guest in the spare room.”

The eye frowned.

“But, the other room is yours too,” said Julia. “It’s my room. And your room. Why were you here?”

“I…needed some space. And needed to be felt welcome.”

Julia lifted her head off the pillow and both eyes focused on Matt. She was lovely, he thought. First thing in the morning, all natural. Momentarily overwhelmed, he caressed her flawless cheek with the back of the fingers of one hand.

“What can I do to entice you back to your own room, Mister? Of course, you’re welcome. Don’t I always make sure you get some attention? Haven’t we been playing your game? Wasn’t Steven your idea?”

Matt was silent. It was true.

She persisted, “What fantasies can I fulfill for my one-and-only husband?” A hand slid under the bed sheet and found his cock. “Tell me. I know you so well. You like to watch. Admit it. Tell me.”

He rolled to his back. “Yes, I like to watch. I like to watch…you.”

“So? Haven’t you been able to watch?”

“Jewels, stop. I like to watch you having sex with hot guys. I even found it hot watching you make love. What I don’t find hot is losing you to a man you love. When will this end? Where will this end? I want it over.”

“Matt, you pushed me into this. Yes, I started to have feelings for Steve but you even wanted that…You have to wait it out as I sort it all out. You have to give me time.”

“I’m your husband Jewels!”

“Yes, but that means I’m not your fucking cell phone!” They were quiet.

“Baby, I have feelings. But I want to make you happy too. Tell me. I know you’d love to watch me with another girl.” True, he had drunkenly one night early on admitted to a fantasy of Julia with her best friend. “And…I know you think pregnancy risk is hot.” How the fuck did she know that?

Matt thought for a moment. “What about you? Is worshiping old Stevie’s horse dick all you want?”

Ignoring the jab, she thought for a moment. “I like to see and feel power. Not my power, I’d like to be overcome. Like in a rape.”

There was a silence.

“I saved you from a rape once. Did that feel like a fantasy…or a nightmare?”

“But I knew those horrible men. That was a different kind of hurt.” She considered what she was going to say. “I like to see two guys too.”

“Fuck! No way!”

“But you want to see me with another girl. How is that different?”

“It’s different in that I don’t like it.”

“But you expect me to like it with another girl?”

They were silent for a while until she lifted her head then moved over until her face was directly over his. She smiled, “We have half an hour. “ Her hand started to move. “I wonder, how can we put that to good use?”

“Let’s brush our teeth first.”

Later, dressing in their room, Jules looked at the page again. She had been so taken by that quote, she had written it out and put it into her top drawer. Going forward, she would occasionally ‘rediscover it’ and think it over anew. It made her more determined about her vow.

It was just after lunch and Matt was alone, sitting on a toilet, in a washroom five floors up from where he worked. On his phone was a picture of a naked, long-haired blond boldly looking at the camera while her hand was wrapped around an enormous cock. The picture had a caption which read:

“I love you
“I married you
“I belong to you
“But when he's inside me, none of that matters”

Matt was hard. It had become a pattern that Matt would get NSFW messages/texts/emails from his wife. He’d gone on a hunt one day, traveling the elevator to see what washrooms were…”convenient” so he could read—and occasionally “react”—to them in complete privacy.

Two days earlier, Matt had met the replacement Project Manager suggested by Melissa. Old man Jacobs had immediately approved, and Matt took a liking to Michaelis Thanis almost as quickly. During their introductory meeting, “Mick” has suggested that AME be renamed to something more interesting—a move some of the sales people had already suggested.

“Why not name it after some Greek god?” Mick has asked. “AME sounds like: Ready! Aim! Fire! Which kinda gives off the wrong signal, especially when ‘execution’ is part of the acronym. How about Plutus, the Greek god of wealth? Or what is my personal favorite suggestion, Hermes. Wasn’t he the god of trade…and of thieves? Let’s call it HERMES. Isn’t that fitting?”

Jacobs eyes twinkled and he said, “Ahh…perhaps we’ll work on that a little more. Now, are we ready for T-plus-two next week?” It was a big change industry-wide to make settlement (each side getting the securities they’d bought, or the money in exchange for what they’d sold) in two days, instead of the three that had been the norm for over a decade. Electronics made everything faster…and everybody less patient.

“Looks like Melissa had everything planned out and I’m just ticking off the boxes,” Mick replied.

“Excellent,” Jacobs replied. He pulled out a couple of envelopes. “I have a few extra tickets for a large charity fund-raiser Thursday afternoon. There will be a lot of wealthy patrons there and I thought we’d make sure we had an…improved profile for people who...ah…need our services. Matt, you can bring your pretty wife. Michaelis, I’m afraid that means only one ticket for you. Please dress the part, gentlemen. I think that article in CONNECT magazine might get us some attention.”

Later, before Matt could tell Julia about the event and invite her, she told him that she had already been invited! The advertising company she worked for was sending her and her boss, Steven, to the get-together to network as well. Matt cynically, silently observed that the firm was sending its best eye-candy of both sexes.

“There will be BILLIONAIREs there!” Jules squealed. As a result, Matt later gave Mick the extra ticket.

“Oh! Thank you very much,” the older man thanked him. Mick then cryptically added, “I think I know just who to bring...”


At their desks, Mick had asked Matt about the CONNECT article. “Yeah, they came in a few months ago and wanted to ask me about AME. I insisted that I bring Mel into the conversation because she was the technology architect as well as the PM. At minimum I made sure they spelled her name right. They were looking for some angle, trying to stir up some controversy about competing automated trading systems. Algorithms—what I use, in particular newsflow algorithms—vs artificial neural nets, also known as A-N-Ns. That’s what ‘Market Strategies’ uses. They’ve been at much longer.“

“I told them”, Matt continued, “That there’s a zillion probabilistic techniques (for example, look for the words Bayes or Markov) and a zillion kinds of reinforcement learning that has nothing to do with ANNs. My Master’s thesis was on artificial reasoning—a.k.a. ‘good old fashioned AI’. There are many things that correspond to classic AI—path-planning and intelligent control-systems , semantic-web technologies that are pretty important to question-answering by Google, Siri/WolframAlpha, and so on. This includes the original version of IBM Watson that blew everyone away in 2011. Also, AI really includes large subsets cryptography—writing and solving codes— plus the field of advanced numerical methods—which is essential in making weather predictions possible. Sometimes it seems the only boundary is the engineering school versus the way in the math…”

He stopped and looked at Mick, who was stone-faced. “Wow,” said the grey-bearded man, “I can see you’re really into it. So much so that, ‘I think you need a girlfriend, mate.’”

Matt grinned. “Sure. The CONNECT writer also tried to stir it up claiming some other trader figured AME nicked him for $2.4 million in a trade that was executed 19 seconds BEFORE the rumor came out that Exxon was going to buy that particular company.”

“Was AME on the other side of that trade?”

“AME did speculate on that stock, but I doubt it was that particular trade. We’re not going to be able to get the most out of reading the news feeds until our next release. After that, AME will read the business news more thoroughly than you or I do, and then make trades based on that. Right now, a lot of the trading is based on patterns within the markets. We’ll make a major leap by making reading the news a lot better.”

Mick looked at his screen then said, “That’s next week’s release, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll have to be available on the weekend in case something goes wrong putting it in. We had major problems with AME last time…but THAT problem has gone away.”

“I read Melissa’s notes about ‘Alan’. Is that the ‘problem’ that’s gone away?”


“Was he prosecuted?”

“I heard he mysteriously disappeared—could have been abducted or shot, or maybe he’s free looking for something else to steal for the Russian banks. I’ll bet THAT’s the truth of the matter.”

That was the day Matt got his first erotic message from Julia. It was a link to a video of a woman, wearing a conspicuous wedding ring, while being royally fucked by a ring-less, large, muscular man. She alternated from passionately kissing the man, clawing the sheets, and lovingly caressing the man’s head and muscular back. After they’d both climaxed, she’d cried. The movie was captioned, “When There Is A Deep Connection, The Pleasure Is Amazing!!!” It was hot, but Matt couldn’t help thinking that he and Julia hadn’t spent much time kissing recently. He suspected that the real purpose of getting the movie was to market Steven.


Wednesday night was takeout dinner: two orders of sushi from Shinobu—which Matt hated—plus one order from Burger Shack. Steven and Matt sat on the couch with Jules between them, watching while the Jays, once again, had a late-inning implosion. Bored with the game, Julia left and shortly afterwards returned in a blue satin top and boxers. She caught Matt’s eye and slowly, never losing eye contact, walked passed him, took Steven’s beer out of his hand, took a long swig, and slowly sat down on Steven’s lap. Matt observed to himself that Julia hated beer. Steven continued watching the game.

“I think they need to admit the problems with team and trade Donaldson for prospects,” Steven said looking at Matt.

Julia took another long pull of Steven’s beer, put the bottle down, then reached over and turned Steven’s face to hers. Breaking eye contact with Matt, she looked deep into the large man’s eyes, leaned forward, stuck out her tongue and ever so slowly traced Steven’s lips. Then she leaned back, turned her head to Matt, looking right into his eyes. Without turning her gaze, she put one arm around Steven and slowly brought the other hand to his chest. Without looking away from Matt, she slowly, one-by-one, unfastened the buttons on the front of Steven’s shirt. When she couldn’t undo anymore, continuing to look at Matt, she slid the hand into the shirt and slowly caressed the well-muscled chest within. All this time, Steven looked at Julia’s profile. He began to breathe deeply.

“Keep that up and I won’t be able to concentrate on the game,” said Steven to the side of Julia’s face.

“That’s the idea,” she replied without turning.

Her hand continued to move in the shirt.

“You asked for it.” Steven slid one arm under Julia’s knees and another under her armpits. Then he effortlessly stood up while holding the petite woman. She reached her hand out to Matt. Steven carried Matt’s wife to the master bedroom while the woman pulled her husband in tow.

Once in the bedroom, Steven put Julia gently on the bed then started to pull off his shirt and the rest of his clothes. The woman looked at her husband and patted the bed beside her. Matt sat down and Julia began undressing him. When both men were naked, the woman looked at her husband beside her, leaned into him and whispered in his ear. “Get me ready.”

Matt removed Julia’s outfit. She leaned back on her elbows, spread her legs, looked at Matt and again whispered, “Well. Get me ready.” Her husband slid forward, bent his head down and started kissing around her lower lips. Slowly, deliberately, gently, he kissed, licked and nibbled. As if French kissing, he put his mouth over her, slipped his tongue into the savory space and moved it around. He was rewarded with a moan. Looking up, he locked eyes with her again. Now she was slowly manipulating the thick meat hanging, and slowly rising, between the legs of the large man kneeling on the bed.

“Am I ready?” She breathed to her husband.

He shook his head and continued the slow, gentle action on his wife’s pussy. After some minutes, he looked up again. Now Steven was holding Julia’s head in his hands having turned it toward him and was looking deeply into her. He moved in and they began a slow, burning kiss. Impatiently, Julia’s other hand—the one not stroking Steven—slid onto the back of Matt’s head and pulled it in. He got the message and the husband went back to kissing one set of lips, as the lover kissed the other.

Matt’s jaw was beginning to ache when he heard a sound and looked up into Julia’s eyes.

“Okay,” she gasped. Then she moved and got onto all fours facing Matt. “Kneel there on the floor,” she said. Matt complied and she moved forward until she rubbed noses with him. “Kiss me.” Again, he complied. She grunted into his mouth as, Matt assumed, her lover penetrated her from behind. With further motion, she moaned. Breaking the kiss she looked straight at Matt and whispered, “Isn’t it hot giving me a cuckold kiss, like your movies, as my strong lover takes me from behind? You, watching the pleasure on my face.” And she returned to the kiss. Eventually Steven’s thrusting was so strong and urgent that it was difficult to kiss. “Stand up and give me my favorite cock,” she gasped. Matt again complied and soon Steven’s thrusting was moving Julia’s mouth forward and back on Matt’s cock.

Eventually Julia couldn’t keep Matt in her mouth anymore while she panted and gasped. She closed her eyes. Matt watched as she seemed to go deep inside as her passion was building. The sound of slapping balls was loud in the room as the woman opened her eyes and whispered, “Play with my clit, Baby. Please…” Matt tried to reach under his wife. Not being able to see, he touched he bigger man’s cock and pulled back. Steven was pulling harder and moving faster, clearly approaching a climax. The slapping sound ceased as the man’s large balls were pulled up into his body. When Steven finally violently pulled Julia back into him and held her, while grunting, her eyes flew open.

“Kiss me!” She practically yelled at Matt. Almost falling over in his speed to obey, Matt locked lips with his wife. She brought up one hand and pulled him to her, invading his mouth with her tongue while her lover slowly finished pumping his fluids into her from behind. Steven then slowly pulled out and dropped, exhausted to the bed, watching husband and wife.

Julia pulled slightly away and whispered, “Please finish me baby. Please…I have to cum. Please…use your mouth.” She lay on her side, and as her husband started to creep past her, she grabbed his dick and opened her legs suggesting a “sixty-nine” position. Spurred on by the feel of the mouth once again on his cock, Matt eagerly pushed his head between his wife’s legs. After a moment he found his target and moved his face in to pleasure his wife’s pussy. But before his lips reached the apex of her lips, his nose encountered a wet substance. As if electrified, Matt instantly pulled back.

Julia paused sucking long enough to beg, “Please, Baby. Please.”

Matt moved his mouth to start kissing above, around and on the landing strip of hair that was between the woman’s legs. He reached in his hand to massage her clit. With his face away from the slickness that was left by the lover, Matt’s dick recovered and shortly afterwards, man and wife came almost simultaneously.

The next day, Julia’s NSFW message was a picture of a large, muscular man’s naked back. Almost hidden, was a woman clinging to him. She was seen only by her arms and legs wrapped around the man, and by the top of her head, which was clearly angled in a kiss. The caption to the picture read: “I’m not sure why, but seeing my wife being “Taken” by another man makes me fall in love with her all over again!” Matt erased the message, feeling no need to retreat to the washroom upstairs.


Thursday afternoon, Matt couldn’t help some feelings of satisfaction as many heads turned to look at the woman walking into the ballroom at his side—his wife. The room had obviously been deliberately chosen. Instead of being in the best hotel in the city, or even I the most expensive hotel in the city, it was in the iconic Royal York. Matt scanned the room, spotted Mick and steered Jules in that direction. With some surprise, he noted the woman beside Mick. She was tall, had wild straw-colored hair and her attire was perhaps a little revealing (?) for the situation.

“Hi Mick. May I present my wife, Julia. Jules, this is Michaelis, who is replacing the Project Manager for AME.” They shook hands.
Mick turned to the woman beside him, “Tequila, this is Matthew Adams, the math genius on my current project. Matt, Julia, this is Tequila DeeKupps.”

Matt’s jaw dropped and Julia gave a good-natured giggle as she held out her hand. “Pleasure,” she said.

There was a short strained silence before Mick made a show of looking around the room then said loudly, in an odd voice, “My, my, social X-Rays and Lemon Tarts.”

Tequila giggled, then in a voice that surprised Matt with its commanding tone, “Your W.C. Fields impression never ceases to plumb the depths of mediocrity.” Then she leaned toward the other two and conspiratorially said, “Do you know what he’s talking about?” When they shook their heads, she explained, “It’s from a Tom Wolfe book.”

“Yes,” Mick took over. “Look around and you’ll see the women on the arms of the upper class fall into two distinct categories.” As Matt and Julia started to look around he continued, “If the woman looks like she is of the same vintage as the robber-baron, the poor dear looks like she’s starved herself and has spent a good sum of his fortune trying to keep things in place. She looks like some walking skeleton that we can virtually look through: she’s a social X-Ray. The other category looks like he’s brought his blond daughter—and they’re always blond—who’s left half her clothes at home but brought all of her makeup. Wife number 2, 3, or whatever is usually a Lemon Tart.”

Tequila shook her head and said, “That’s so sexist. Look over there.” ‘There’ indicated an older woman in conservative dress with an obviously much-younger man, both immaculately groomed and expensively dressed. “How would you describe the companion of THAT millionaire?”

“The Cougar’s latest kill? Look, the field guides haven’t been updated with the latest sightings.”

“Speaking of sightings,” said Matt. “I can see David Tomlinson and Frank Stronacher. Julia did say there’d be billionaires here.”

“I often marvel at the difference between those two,” said Mick. “I twice saw David’s dad eating alone in a cheap food court. His wife cut his hair. Lord Tomlinson of Sleeff was a real Lord, too. David interned at the first investment place I worked. He was just like the rest of us, except for the fact he’d fly off to London, England, on the weekends to buy art. Stronacher, on the other hand, can't go anywhere without security and he spends more time acting like king of the world. And I bet David could buy and sell Frank without even noticing.”

Tequila sniffed the air in an exaggerated fashion saying, “I smell Chardonnay.” Then she walked off saying over her shoulder to Mick, “I’ll bring you a glass of redwhatever—Italian, if possible.”

“Could you pleeease bring me mine before you’ve finished your third?”

He turned to Matt and Julia, who were clearly not sure how to react. “She’s actually a respected writer with WOW magazine.”

“Wasn’t that the one with the classified adds that teenagers read for titillation?” asked Matt.

Mick nodded. “It’s now one of those local publications that keep getting awards. That was the same trick used by channel 79 years ago when they ran the ‘Baby Blue Movie’ to entice cable subscribers to watch silly smut. I suspect you’ve noticed her appearance.” The two nodded. “It’s a trap. Ever hear of the ‘SlutWalk’?”

Matt shook his head, but Julia nodded explaining, “They’re marches against rape and blaming the victim where women dress deliberately in their sluttiest clothes. They make the point that women should be able to wear whatever they want without judgement. Wasn’t it because of some cop who said that to avoid rape, women shouldn’t dress like sluts?”

“That’s right,” replied Mick. “It was actually a Toronto cop, too. And now there are walks all over the place, including the States. Well, Tequila does that all the time, just waiting for some idiot to make a comment.”

“That isn’t her real name, is it?” wondered Matt.

Mick chuckled. “What? You don’t know German names?” Then he asked, “What do you think she’s referring to?”

“Don’t answer,” Julia told her husband, “Because men never know the size, anyway. If that wasn’t her real name she would more-correctly be called ‘Double-eff-cups’.”

“I’ll have to suggest that,” chuckled Mick. “But I suspect there's some irony involved. Ah, libations!” A waiter came by with drinks. Matt took a beer, Mick a red wine and Julia a white. “I see Tequila’s gotten lost,” said Mick. “Once we were out on safari. She forgot her corkscrew and she was forced to live off food and water for days.”

Matt asked, “How long have you known her?”

“I think it’s close to three years.”

Julia noticed the man’s wedding ring. “How long have you been married?”

Mick looked at his left hand. “Actually, my wife died just before I met Tequila and taking off the ring has never really occurred to me. She and I have separately been through a lot and we’re…supporting each other. Hell, I want her to find someone her own age to have a long happy life with…as long as I approve of the bastard.”

That’s when they first made eye contact. Julia was looking right into a pair of dark eyes that didn’t blink or look away. Julia turned away then said, “Oh, there’s Wendy Freaman. We did some work for her. She’s in Bell Media.” Then she walked in the opposite direction of the eyes. But she continued to feel as if she was being watched…by the woman.

A short, bald man in thick glasses walked up to Mick and extended his hand. “Mr. Thanis. How on earth did they let you in?”

“Shhh,” Mick replied shaking hands. “They think I’m actually doing legit business for Cooper-Hatch.”

“Really? I’m now at the national pension plan. We’re looking for new ways to put money to work and I wanted to talk to them.”

“Here you go,” said Mick, indicating Matt. “Matthew Adams here is the mathematician who built the new Cooper-Hatch algorithmic trading platform. He was written up in CONNECT magazine. Matt, this is Jesse Patterson.”

“Sorry,” said Matt looking back at the other two men. “I was distracted, expecting his drool to land in her cleavage.” The other two men turned to where he was nodding to see Frank Stronacher, with a foolish grin, leaning into Tequila DeeKupps, clearly having trouble deciding which pair of things to look at, while she was talking to him.

“Ah, boys and girls,” said Mick in his bad Fields impression. “Oh,” suddenly remembering something, “Could you hang onto my cheap French plonk while I rescue poor Frank? Melissa did ask me to behave myself.” With that, he handed his glass to Matt and walked away. Glancing back, he chuckled. Two men, four hands, three wine glasses, trying to exchange contact information. Life is for simple pleasures.

Matt did his best to discuss AME with Jesse. Then he did it with another money manager, then another, as a parade started to line up to see him—all, unbeknownst to Matt, as a result of Mick circulating through the room. But Matt was always watching and aware of the whereabouts of Jules.

Then he spotted her. She was a tall, dark-haired, obviously very-fit woman effortlessly moving through the room. A word came to Matt: Lioness. No doubt, she was at the top of this food chain and moved through the room as if she owned it. Matt thought she was magnificent. The black cocktail dress allowed him to see how firm and well-shaped her entire body was. Muscles weren’t too lean, to look man-ish. Her chest was full and round. There was no question that she was female, but a female of singular confidence and physical prowess.

A tall man, who had an air of familiarity with her, walked up and talked with her for a short while. Then, as Matt watched, Wendy Freaman approached her as if looking for an audience. After a serious conversation, Freaman pointed somewhere, walked away, then returned with…Jules! There was some shaking of hands and then the two women were left alone and became the brilliant center of a revolving planetary system. The two most beautiful women in the room, and possibly any room anywhere, became the focus of the rich and powerful. Jules and this woman started talking. They became more animated together. Then one after another, power couples of men with social X-rays or Lemon Tarts, or cougars with kills would approach. Jules was in her element. Animated. Laughing. Beautiful. With the confident Lioness beside her. Matt was puzzled at one point as the woman pulled something from her tiny clutch, then swept Jules hair up and pinned it in place. The hands may have lingered a bit longer than expected on his wife’s neck and shoulders. Jules laughed with a touch of embarrassment over the rather intimate action. Then, Steven showed up. First there was a handshake. Then, for Matt, there was a hint of over-familiarity between Steven and Jules: An arm over a shoulder; then some hand-holding. But with another handshake, Steven was clearly dismissed and not at all pleased. He made sure to give Jules a kiss on the lips as he left. Then Jules glanced about the room. She spotted Matt, waved, and gestured him over. He crossed the room.

“Hi Baby,” said his wife, “This is Adrianna Charlès. Adrianna, this is my husband, Matt.”

Matt felt the power and presence of the tall, dark-haired woman and held out his hand, “Pleased to meet you.”

Enchanté,” she replied. Then in a flawless, North American accent she said, “Julia has been telling me all about you. Don’t worry, it’s all good. I’m new here in Toronto and was looking for someone…” She gestured around the room. “Shall we say—more my age? Julia’s come up with all sorts of ways for me to engage with the city.”

Julia, clearly excited, jumped in. “I’ve offered to take Adrianna to our gym as a guest, and Saturday we’re going to take a ride on the Queen streetcar. It’s a lovely ride and nicely shows off the city. I thought you wouldn’t mind, since you’re going to that big antique show. Christie, isn’t it?”

Mike was supposed to go with Mel, who was now in BC.

“Actually, my ride’s cancelled, but I might be able to find another. That’s a famous streetcar ride I’ve always wanted to actually do. What brings you to Hog Town?”

The woman frowned. “Ah, you mean The Big Smoke?” They all laughed. “Actually,” she faked sharing some conspiracy, “I’m here because my Father’s is shifting some of his business to Canada. My brother has been here for a while, and I’m supposed to setup a branch of our charitable trust here as well.”

“Matt’s with Cooper-Hatch developing important investment systems,” gushed Julia.

“So you were telling me,” replied the French woman. “My father will want to talk to you about…what is it? AME? He’s waiting for it to be ready for, how do you say, ‘prime time’?”

“Sure,” said Matt. “We’re making improvements all the time. A big one is going in next weekend and he might be interested to hear about it then.”

“Oh,” said Julia. “You’re going to have to be on call?”

“That’s unfortunate,” said Adrianna. “We’ve got a cottage for that weekend and I was looking for some shall-we-say age-appropriate company.”

“A cottage!” gushed Jules. “As long as Matt can drive back in an emergency, we could go. That would be lovely!” She looked at Matt, “Wouldn’t it?”

“Oh,” said Adrianna. “I’m not sure about all the details, but they tell me we have to take a plane. Do they take planes to cottages?”

“It might be a float plane going in to a lake. Depends on where the cottage is,” said Matt. It came to him that it might be a perfect way to keep Jules occupied and away from Steven, if work called him in. “Would it be alright for just Jules to go? How would you feel about that?” He looked at both women.

“Is that okay?” Jules asked Matt. He nodded.

“Is there an airport on the island? I think they said we fly out of there. I’d love to have your company. We’ll go up late Friday afternoon and be back Sunday after noon. How does that sound?” The Adams both enthusiastically agreed. “They say to bring warm clothes. I think there’s a boat. We have plenty of time to work out details.”

When the Adams moved away, the tall man, who was hovering around, approached Adrianna. She looked at him and said, “Can you invite Alexandre and Eddy to the cottage next Saturday night? Just Saturday.”

He calmly regarded her, then in French asked, “Qu'est-ce que tu fais? [What are you up to?]”

Regarde la,” was the reply. “C'est évident. [Look at her. It’s obvious.]”
"She cuts you hard, she cuts you deep,
"She's got so much skill
"She's so fascinating that you're still there waiting
"When she comes back for the kill
"You've been slashed in the face
"You've been left there to bleed
"You want to run away
"But you know you're gonna stay
"'Cause she gives you what you need
"Then she says she wants affection
"While she searches for the vein
"She's so good with her stiletto
"You don't really mind the pain"

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To make up with Matt after he leaves her to stay with Mel, Julia lets Matt kiss her while her bull fucks her? It makes me wonder where Matts head is. Matt told Mel his marriage was in the shredder just a few days ago, but he's now ok with Steven still in the picture? I didn't see which bed Matt slept in, but I'm guessing it still wasn't the master.

If Matt's ok being Julia's subby hubby, he needs to end it with Mel.

FreshStart wrote:
First there was a handshake. Then, for Matt, there was a hint of over-familiarity between Steven and Jules: An arm over a shoulder; then some hand-holding. But with another handshake, Steven was clearly dismissed and not at all pleased. He made sure to give Jules a kiss on the lips as he left.

It's one thing to be 2nd fiddle at home, but your wife holding hands and kissing another man around your colleagues is a shit thing to do. I hope Matt's pissed and lets Jules know it.

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FRESHSTART----Brilliant ! Excuse the French please , fucking brilliant ! Thanks FRESHSTART , for all your time and effort . Oh God man , you have the " plume au natural ! " Please , please keep it up , that is if you have the time . It's too easy for the likes of myself to urge gifted people to continue . It's easy for me to read , but very time consuming for the author --------

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Part 3a – Planes, Streetcars and Motorcycles

Streetcars and Motorcycles

The Adams left the charity fund-raiser at the same time as Mick and Tequila. They walked two-by-two down one of the curved staircases to the enormous lobby of the Royal York.

“My Uncle,” declared Tequila looking around, “Was Reeve of Burk’s Falls for a while and came here for some meeting. He claimed the entire town would fit into this lobby.”

Matt was beside Mick. “I was wondering if you’d be up to going to the Christie Antique Show Saturday. My ride has skipped out on me.”

“Ah, off to BC? It’s been a while, but sure. Two wheels?” Matt nodded. “You have a helmet?”

“I always borrowed one from,” his eyes shifted to Julia’s back, “…my ride.”

“No problem. That’s easier as I can mic it up before we go. You live at Yonge and Eg?” Matt nodded again. “You mind meeting me at Union Station? That way we get going faster and stay off the 401.” Mick wanted to avoid one of the world’s busiest highways on motorcycle. “Say 8?”


Julia who half-heard the conversation put her fingers in her ears. “I always hate it when he’s on a motorcycle.”
The Adams caught the Yonge subway home. It was the start of Thursday rush hour and with no seats available, they were standing face to face. Matt tried to keep his voice down.

“I wasn’t too happy with Steven clawing you in public,” he said.

“It wasn’t ‘clawing’. What’s the issue? After we got caught at work, I had to tell them we were having ‘issues’. They know him as my boyfriend.”

“My work friends don’t.”

She put a finger to his lips. “Shh. It wasn’t a big deal and besides, what was I supposed to do? He was doing it and he’s my boss.”

“Sexual harassment, Jules.”

“No it’s not. It’s consensual and even if it wasn’t, if I said anything I’d be blackballed in the industry. Rights or no rights.”

“I have to work with these people…”

“Okay, okay. Point taken.” The train had stopped for a while at a station and she started thumbing her phone. She looked up at him as the train started to move. “Since we’re off early because of the charity thing, and I’m going to the gym tomorrow night with Adrianna, I’m going out for a little while. I’ll bring in a late dinner.” The train stopped again, now at Bloor Street. She kissed her husband on the lips, said, “Bye baby.” Then squeezed herself through the crowd and was gone.

He knew where she was going: Upstairs to the Bloor train, then west…to Steven. But after dinner she did make it up to him.
The next day, Matthew received a NSFW posting from Julia. It was a picture of a woman on a bed with her head thrown right back, eyes squeezed closed with mouth open. A very muscular man was between her legs. The caption was:
“You make love to her,
“He fucks her brains out,
“Can't she have both?”
One night later, Julia met Adrianna at the Central Y and took her to the main desk where she was set up to have a MyFitness orientation set. “See you in a bit,” said Jules, waving her fingers at the tall French woman then she wandered up the open, center staircase that rose the entire height of the building, to the second floor Conditioning Room A. Slipping in ear buds, she then concentrated on a rotation through the various machines.

She was sweating and bobbing her head on one of the recumbent exercycles when a hand appeared out of nowhere and picked up her smart phone. Startled, she stopped pedaling and turned to the intruder. It was Adrianna.

“Oooh, Bruce Springsteen,” said the tall woman. “You like him, huh?”

Jules pulled out the bud on that side and replied, “Absolutely! I think he’s awesome! He’s coming to Toronto! At the end of the month he’ll be performing at the Invictus games!”

The tall woman moved closer to Jules. Much closer. She gently lifted Jules’ hair up and tied it. Then her fingers softly ran down Jules’ neck. She moved even closer. Jules could actually feel the heat of the other woman.

“So, are you going to see him?” asked the other woman. She continued to move closer to Julia, who could smell something sweet.

“Aah, no. It’s really hard to get tickets with the ‘bots’ scooping so many up. There’s no way I could get any tickets when they’re released and after that, they mark them up to make your eyes water.” Julia could now feel the breath of the other woman on her cheek. The skin was flawless, the dark eye became so close, that it was all Julia could see. Julia’s heart began to hammer in her chest and her breathing quickened.

“What if I could get tickets?” said the other woman. “Would you like to go?”

Julia was becoming beyond flustered. She could feel her face going red. She almost whispered, “That would be awesome, but you can’t get tickets…” She began to play with a rogue strand of her tied-up hair.

“What if I could get tickets?” The voice was now low and Jules could feel it on the side of her face. The voice became a whisper, with the full lips almost brushing the ear. “We could go on a date. Would you like that?”

“…yes...” breathed the shorter woman. “…I’d like that…”

“You’d like to go on a date? If I get them, would you do something for me?”

Jules had no idea where to look or how to react. She was beyond flustered. “…yes…what?...what could I do?”

The tall woman eased away from Julia. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” Now, suddenly, in a normal conversational tone she asked, “Aren’t we going on some sort of trolley ride tomorrow? When did you want to go? Where do you want to meet?”

Acting almost like a fish released into the water, Julia slumped. “Yes.” She took a moment to recover. “The Queen Street Streetcar. It’s world famous. You’re living down at Harbourfront, aren’t you? Where? Maybe can walk up from there, then go all the way east to the water plant and ride the way rest. We can hop on and hop off to do shopping and lunch. We can visit the Eaton Centre, Sack’s across the road and Queen West.”

“Sounds like a lovely time. I’m at…I think it’s called Harbourfront Centre? The terminal building?”

“Oh, those places are gorgeous! Are you on the south side overlooking the water?”

“My favorite part is the terrace that overlooks the harbor. My father is renting it from the owner otherwise I wouldn’t bother with something so expensive.” She tapped the screen in front of Jules. “Looks like you still have 10 minutes to go.” Then she walked away.

It took Julia a few more minutes to regain composure.
That was the moment Matt was looking at his tablet’s screen with some dismay. He’d never seen Melissa look so tired. There were bags under her eyes and she was pale. “Hey,” he said. “How are things?”

“Hey. Well,” the tired face replied, “Mom’s home and actually, she’s not bad. I put a bench in the shower and a seat on the toilet and we got a walker, so she can get back-and-forth all by herself. She needs help dressing. Grandma’s gone home, but that means I hafta pick her up to come here, then take her back home. Things really are getting better believe it or not.”

“Do you need me to come out and help?”

She smiled. He always loved to see her smile. It changed her whole face and he was constantly mesmerized by it.

“Aw, that’s sweet. But, Chrissie’s here for a short while, so that’s a help. I’ll be fine. Mom’s first checkup is in a couple of weeks. We’ll see how things are, then.” Chrissie was the sister from the far side of the continent.

He regarded her for a moment, wanting, no, needing something. “You visited there when you were kids, right?” he asked.

She nodded. “We’d come every summer for a few years.”

“What do you remember the best?”

She was quiet for a moment. “We went to the tip of Vancouver Island a couple of times to a place called Telegraph Cove. I think the population is like 14. It was wonderful to take a boat out and look for killer whales with all the trees and mountains in the background. We saw a humpback whale once, too. But mostly, I remember going to a beach. My mind says Jericho Beach or Kitsilano. Maybe it was someplace between the two, but there were all sorts of wild bunnies. We’d take some food and wonder up this path, to feed them. As kids, it was absolutely amazing. Now Grandma can’t walk to go there anymore.” Her eyes were moist. His attempt to cheer her wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped.

After they’d signed off, Matt sat there quietly. Where was he going? What was he doing? He’d fallen for the woman who was so different from his wife in so many ways. But she had made it clear that she wasn’t a fling. She was a ‘full meal deal’ girl. He had made a show to her of explaining how his marriage was over, but then, after staying with her and sleeping on the couch for less than a week, she’d gone a 5 hour flight away. His wife, meantime, seemed to be doing her best to pull him back. His gorgeous wife. The woman he’d pledged his life to. The woman who’d indulged his kinky fantasy and was now entangled with her boss.

That pretty-boy fuck-head.

What the shit was he supposed to do?

Out of nowhere, he had a thought that one day he’d take Mel to see the bunnies in Kitsilano.
Saturday morning, Matt was outside Union Station when the red and lime green motorcycle arrived. The spare frame and flat top couldn’t have been more different from Mel’s red-wrapped streamlined, upright machine. The gas tank read, “Moto Guzzi.” Mick handed him a helmet and the two were off.

“Mel didn’t have these microphones,” Matt said appreciatively. “It was tough to hear her and she wouldn’t turn around unless we were stopped.”

They had settled down and the passing landscape turned from concrete to green. Since he could, Matt felt like he needed to have a conversation.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking, how’d you meet Tequila?”

There was a soft chuckle in Matt’s helmet. “Well, my wife had recently passed away and I was feeling rather lonely so I went down to Moss Park looking for some comfort. I circled a few times and the one hooker who stood out for me was…and if you tell this joke in front of her, she’ll have me singing soprano.” They both chuckled. “No, the first part is the same, but to get out of my comfort zone I took a Thai cooking class at the Big Carrot. She was another student and we somehow started this impromptu comedy routine that had everyone in stitches for the 4 nights of the course. The rest, as they say, is history. We really are, just friends. How about you? Where’d you meet the stunning Ms. Julia?”

Matt told Mick of the story, including saving her from the attempted rape, and soon they were at the Christie Conservation Area.
When the streetcar arrived, Jules handed Adrianna something that looked like a credit card.

“It’s a transit day pass,” she explained. “We can jump on and off whenever we like.”

“Aw, thank you so much. I’ll buy lunch! There was a large setup of tents and tables outside my building and along Queens Quay this morning. Do you have any idea what that was about?”

Julia thought. “Word On The Street, I think. It’s supposed to be a celebration of reading. There will be a lot of authors and publishers there. “After a pause she said, “I wonder if my favorite author will have a book out: Mike Crosse Jambe-Amourex.”

They got on the big red streetcar and moved as far back as they could. As soon as they were settled, Adrianna got out a hair tie and did up the long, soft blond hair. Fingers softly rubbed the back of Jules neck.

“Why do you always do that?” asked Jules. She looked at the lush, black mane that stropped at the other woman’s shoulders.

“I told you, to show off your beautiful swan neck and your pretty face.”

They had much the same introductory conversation as Mick and Matt. Then, Jules wanted to know what her companion did to look so fit.

“I’m the athlete in the family,” was the reply. “I did some martial arts when I was younger, but concentrated on track-and-field in school. I’m interested in seeing some of the Invictus games after you mentioned it. And you? Those great, toned legs aren’t from sitting around.”

Jules blushed. Why? “I try to keep in shape at the gym. When I was little I took dance and gymnastics.” Then with pride, “I actually won a ribbon at the rec centre for my floor routine.”

That seemed to trigger something in Adrianna. She pulled out her phone, swiped a bit and showed her companion the screen.

“You got them!” squealed Julia. It was the Bruce Springsteen tickets. “How?”

“Shh. Family connections,” feigning conspiracy. “Now I know what the payment for the tickets is.” Jules looked quizzical. “I want you to try out an activity with me which is like your gymnastics, and it’s also to music. It’s like circus performing.”

“Oh, I love the Cirque du Soleil! Have you seen them? They just opened a new show in the Portlands and Matt’s not interested in going…” And so the conversation went.
Mick was looking at a bunch of glass objects like lightbulbs at one of the Christie vendor’s tables.

“Aren’t those vacuum tubes?” asked Matt over his shoulder.

“Yeah. The first computer had something like 18,000 of them. I remember, our old TV had them and once in a while my father had to get them replaced when they burned out. You didn’t always know which one, so he had to take them to a store and test ‘em to see which ones were blown, then buy the replacements. Imagine going to a store and testing 18,000 tubes.” He chuckled, and then picked up what looked like a tiny hat, with three wires sticking out. "They were replaced by these: Transistors. The greatest invention of the 20th century. They’ve shrunk since and been put onto microchips. You’ve probably got the equivalent of 5 billion transistors in your phone. Just imagine going to the store…” They both laughed.

Matt wondered over to one both with a lot of maps, and started thumbing through them. The sudden loud “SLAP!” on Matt’s shoulder startled both of them and they turned to a very tall man with glasses and a short, greying beard. Matt smiled, the man lifted a clear envelope with a piece of paper inside and Matt squinted at it.

“Where’s your wife?” asked the man.

“She’s in BC on a family matter. Is that really number 1!?”

“Oh, yeah. Saved it just for her. You can check on eBay if you want, but I can let her have it for… two hundred.”

“Number 1! 1957! Where’d you get it?”

“That’s my secret.” He put on a wide grin. “If she’s not here, then I just covered you for your anniversary present.”

“I don’t have much cash, so…credit?”


“One-fifty cash,” said Mick.

“Hey!” yelled Matt. They both turned to the older man.

“One-seventy-five, final offer. But I should be looking after my good customers. Who are you?” smiled the man.

“Done. I’m the brother-in-law,” said Mick, holding out his hand. He looked at Matt, “I figure you’re good for it.” They all laughed.

When Mick and Matt walked away, the older man turned and asked, “So what the fuck was that all about? Julia isn’t in BC, it’s Melissa’s that’s in BC.” He looked at the object through the envelope. “You’re paying one hundred and seventy-five bucks for a CHUM chart!? The listing of the week’s hits on an old pimply-teen radio station?” He thought for a moment, “Is that still going?”

Matt shrugged. “You know, it’s one of those situations. Mel deals with him a lot and he assumed we were married. It’s now beyond embarrassing to say anything. And the charts are something she inherited off an uncle and, you know her, she’s determined to complete the set. Normally she spends 8 bucks at most, but I know this is the price of this one. Very rare. It’s the very first from May whatever, 1957. Good condition. When I researched it, there is apparently something on iHeartradio that uses the same name. I just want to give her something to cheer her up…” He spotted something. “And I won’t do that.” He pointed.

“Barbies?” exclaimed Mick, looking at another dealer's table. “She’s into girlie Barbies? No!”

“That’s mostly why we come to the shows. She really is a big kid at heart.”

The women had made it to the Queen Street West shopping area. Julia noted that it wasn’t what it used to be as chain stores had started to move in and displace the gritty, more interesting shops. Still, there was plenty to see and shop. They’d already done the Eaton Centre, which looked nice, but malls in big cities can all be the same. Sack’s across the road from it had been available to Adrianna in New York. They had already been to Common Sort in Riverside, where the funky action seemed to be moving. By the time they hit Durumi, things were interesting again.

In one store, Jules had spotted a beautiful short kimono-style cover. There were various colors so they held each up against Jules until they reached the red one.

“That’s yours,” Adrianna said definitively. Jules loved the butterflies and the feel. It was short. And sexy. Adrianna had found one in blue that was more her height.

“This is mine,” she declared. Jules looked at the price.

“Maybe we’ll come back to this,” she said, hiding her disappointment.

They reached Tryst, and wandered around looking at the sexy under things. Lacy things. Suggestive things. Things called Lickstarter, with pictures on panty crotches, and Hanky Panky. Jules stopped when she saw Blush Heart’s Desire and had an idea.

“I’m going to pick some things up here,” she said.

“Sure, I’ll be right back,” replied Adrianna, walking out the door. There was a palpable change in the store staff when the commanding brunette left. But, because they were clearly together, they gave Julia their full attention.

By the time they handed Julia the bag, Adrianna was back, also with a bag. She pulled a corner out to show Julia. It was the blue kimono. “Lovely!” squealed Julia, trying not to be jealous.

“Keeping up with your shopping has made me hungry,” the tall woman said. “Where am I buying lunch?”

“Well,” said the petite blond in mock concentration. “To do the full experience, there is no discussion. We have to go to the Queen Mother!”

Before finishing up for the day, Julia popped into a flower shop for a moment, and came out empty handed.

The motorcycle hadn’t been long on the road when Matt brought the subject up. “I usually pay for lunch, since Mel pays for gas. We usually do Tim Horton’s.”

“The one at Clappison’s Corners? Why don’t you buy me a coffee? I need the jolt. Then we can head back to my place. I’ve got fixins for tramezzino and I’ve gotta walk Bernini.”

“Love to. What’s with all the Italian stuff?

“When we got married, my wife and I went to Rome. She fell completely in love and we became obsessed with all things Italian.”

“So Thai cooking was a big deal.”


When they reached the Beach neighborhood, Matt said, “Any chance we can stop at a wine store?”

He was in and out in no time and five minutes later they entered a house that was facing green space, beyond which was a board walk and then the lake that looked like an ocean. As soon as they entered the house, Mick brought Matt to a basket on the floor containing a shaggy blond ball.

“Sit, Bernini,” said Mick. Nothing happened. “Stand, Bernini.” Same result. “Lie down, Bernini.”

“I was waiting for that one. It seems to work.”

Mick grinned. Then he put a small harness on the floor. “Bernini! Andiamo!” The ball popped up, waddled to the harness and more-or-less stood on it so all Mick had to do was fasten it up on the little dog’s back.

They didn’t spend long in the green space across the road for the dog to finish. Mick nodded in one direction, “The single most effective method of birth control: Socks and Birkenstocks.” While Mick cleaned up after Bernini, Matt watched a gaggle of fit girls jog by. He was clearly admiring the view. Something caught his eye and he turned to another man, clearly enjoying himself as well. They grinned knowingly at each other.

“Yoga pants,” declared the man. “The most important invention of the twentieth century.” Matt looked confused for a moment.

Returning to the house, the two men put together sandwiches on triangular bread and grilled them up in the kitchen.

“I brought this,” said Matt handing over a brown bag. Mick pulled out the bottle.

“Prosecco, eh? You do realize that she is arguably the world’s expert on champagne?” he said, referring to Mel. “I’m the opposite. I have a wine for each food and a different kind of glass for each wine. I’m anal about wine, she’s anal about everything else so she makes it easy on herself with the wine. Would you like this, or a beer or a glass of red? ”

“Whatever you’re having.”

They took the food, their glasses, a bottle of red and a bottle of white up through the house and sat on a balcony above the front porch overlooking the view to the lake. There was shade and a good view. The quiet was amazing for Matt. It was the same city that had the noise, constant construction and crushing population of Yonge and Eglinton.”

“You forgot the special glasses for the white,” teased Matt.

“That’s for you to make friends with.”

They weren’t out for long when they heard noises on the balcony on the neighboring house. The two buildings were virtually touching.

“Bonjour, Georgine!” called Mick. “Tu veux un verre de vin? [would you like a glass of wine]”

“Oui!” came the reply. And in a thick French accent, “I’ll get a glass. I broke zee other one.”

In short time, an old woman with a shaved head poked her face around the screen and waved a small tumbler of colored glass.

“Georgine, this is Matthew. He’s a friend of Melissa’s. Matt, do the honors?” And he handed over the white wine.

As Matt poured, the woman looked at him. “You know Melissa? So special. She is a beautiful girl, who can do anything a boy can do.”

“That’s all true,” said Matt.

She looked at him. “Are you married, Matthew?”

Caught by surprise, Matt was flustered a bit before he replied, “Yes. Yes, I am.”

She had closely watched his reply. “Happily married?” she asked. Matt turned red.

For a second time that day, there was a slap on Matt’s back.

“Georgine!” said Mick. “Matthew’s lunch is getting cold!”

Ah, oui. Merci. Cin cin!” she said, raising her glass and bustling into the house.

À la vôtre, [to your health]” called Mick. He turned to Matt, “She’s all by herself and we have this little ritual where, if she catches me with wine, she gets some. Simple pleasures.”

Matt’s phone buzzed. He checked it to find a message from Jules, “Remember, I’m out tonight.” He didn’t and was pissed. The phone buzzed again. “Adrianna has a private box available to the Jays game tomorrow. Wanna go?”

Jose Bautista’s last game as a Blue Jay at Rogers Centre! Of course he did!

Matt got home well before dark. He walked to the corner of the rented condo and looked out. The sun was setting behind the large building across the road. Lights were coming on below. There was lots of activity. He didn’t feel like being part of it and ordered a pizza and phoned the concierge to advise it was coming. That’s when he noticed the flowers in water on the table. He walked over and looked at the attached card, “Happy anniversary. S.” He thought he recognized the hand writing, but couldn’t remember seeing anything written by Steven before.

Before the pizza arrived his phone buzzed. It was a WhatsApp picture from Jules of a selfie by a woman pulling her dress up showing long legs in white stockings or pantyhose. The caption was, “Owned by another man, your wife never looked so hot.” He wasn’t feeling it and put the phone down. The pizza arrived and he settled down to eat and watch the game.

His phone buzzed again. This time the picture was another selfie of presumably, the same woman from the back with her dress hiked all the way up to mid waist. She was wearing white stockings, garter belt, panties and bustier. It made Matt think of a bride. The caption was: “I am giving him something special tonight. It will be his first time. Since he is so big, it’s like my first time. It’s like he’s taking my virginity again. It is like a wedding night. Do you like my bridal outfit?” With a shock, Matt realized that the woman was Julia. She was giving Steven her ass.

“Uh uh uh uh oh ooh
“why'd you have to go-oh
“away from home
“me love.

“I feel like I'm drowning in the ocean
“somebody come and take me away

“Why you leave me, wuh why you leave me
“baby tell me beh baby tell me
“why you leave me, wuh why you leave me

“Uh uh uh uh oh ooh
“why'd you have to go-oh
“away from home
“me love.”
Part 3b – Planes, Streetcars and Motorcycles
In the morning, Matt woke up and tried to get his bearings. He remembered pulling down the cooking rum and…now he was in the spare room. Jules was beside him. She stirred with his movement and turned to face her husband. He couldn’t help but wonder at the beauty of the woman. No matter what time of day, no matter what she was wearing or doing. What a creature. She smiled at him.

“I have something special for you,” she teased. Ever so slowly the sheet that covered her started sliding down. Sever so slowly, the sheet revealed…a white bra strap…white bustier…white garter belt…white panties…white garters…the incredible sexy gap below the panties...and the tops of white stockings. “He’ll be mad,” she said. “But it will be our little secret. My husband thought this was all for him on our wedding night. But I want to give it to you.”

Matt was hard. Very hard.

Staying on her front, she took her husband’s pillow, lifted her waist, slid the pillow under her hips and wiggled her ass back-and-forth. “It wants a real man,” she whispered. “Are you a real man?” Her hand slid over, into his boxers and wrapped around him. “Hmm. Feels like it.” Her head turned and with her other hand she reached for a tube. “Here, get me ready.”

Matt couldn’t resist. He pulled the panties down and lay on his wife. The warmth and softness of her body added to the strain in his cock. He took the tube and was soon sliding into a tight warmth. It was much tighter than her well-used cunt. He couldn’t believe how good it felt and he rode the woman’s behind for as long as he possibly could.

Later, as he lay exhausted, it occurred to him: Why wasn’t she loose?

By noon, as they got ready to go to the ballgame, Matt noticed he’d missed a message the night before. It was another couple of perfect, naked bodies wrapped into each other. The caption read: “My husband is everything. Other men are foreplay.” He snorted.

It was a perfect day for a ballgame. Summer had been a big disappointment but the end of September was as hot as most Toronto July or August days. The dome roof was rolled back and the box was amazing. Later in the game, some of the sold-out crowd had to retreat up the aisles to escape the unseasonal heat. The box also had easy access to a bar, as well as an air conditioned area; it also had Matt’s one-and-only Jewels and the breathtaking Adrianna. But it also had Steven. Matt had somehow missed that memo. The seating arrangement kept changing somehow so that Jules was always between the other two, and Matt was always on the outside.
It was pleasant, as Adrianna kept asking reasonable questions. And it was exciting as Jose Bautista had a standing ovation every time he was at bat, then doffed his cap and left for a replacement fielder after one out in the bottom of the ninth. As a surprise bonus, the home team won the game.

Steven roared himself hoarse. “He’s been shit most of this year, but he’s one of the best all time!”

After the game, the quartet threaded its way through the crush and then to escape it, they walked up to Queen Street.

“We can go to Jack Aster’s at Dundas Square,” suggested Steven.

They were walking past City Hall and the concrete chess boards. Adrianna stopped to admire the setup. Matt walked over to her to explain, “The tables are permanently here and chess hustlers will play any body or rent out the board and their pieces.” Steven was watching—remembering his treatment at the charity event. He walked over.

“Do you play?” he asked the tall woman. She shrugged. “Wanna play?” Her eyes bored into his.


Matt paid the owner while the two sat down and started to set up. Jules hung at Steven’s shoulder. Was it for support? Was it to watch Adrianna?

“Queen takes her own color,” the Frenchwoman said.

“What?” Steven asked, looking confused.

“You’ve setup your queen on the wrong square,” said Matt. “They actually face each other.”

“Oh, sure, sure,” said the man as he quickly changed pieces around.

The game did not last long. When, on her second move, the woman pulled out her queen, Matt smelled a “Scholar’s mate.” And when the end came, Steven sat and stared at the board. Julia was silent, bent down and kissed his cheek. Inwardly he said to himself, “That’s two, bitch.”

On Monday, Matt’s NSFW message had the familiar-looking couple with the caption, “If your man can love you, and love your pleasure, wherever you need to find it, never let him go.” He immediately erased it.

Later in the day, he turned his chair in Mick’s direction to look at the man sitting at his cubicle. The same cubicle Mel had worked at not so long ago.

“Julia's away Friday night and Saturday night. Are you up for doing something?”

“Sure,” said the other man, turning. “Saturday, why don't you come down to the Beach? If we have to come into work, it’s pretty quick.” Matt nodded. “We’ve got: a classic dive in Captain Jack the regulars—including ex-pornstars, ex-athletes and Neil Young's brother—call it 'the hole.' There’s a vegan place in Castro’s Lounge; cheap food at the Fill Station—just don’t show up the wrong night if you’re a chick; a Firkin pub, just like all the rest of the chain; the historically-designated Whitlock’s; the cute-named Lion on the Beach with the cheapest burger special this side of Micky D’s; and Salty Dog, which is a classic sports bar with a better class of folks than Jack’s. Pick one.”

“Salty Dog.” No hesitation.

“Good choice. Come and get me and we’ll head over whenever you want. We can watch…whatever game.”

It was dark when Jules got home that night. She’d “worked late”, then spent some extra time with Steven. He had really been in a mood lately. Julia couldn’t do anything right at work and when she was with him, he was hard to be around. The condo felt empty. She couldn’t remember what Matt was up to. Maybe she’d forgotten to tell him about what she was doing tonight and he’d gone out in a huff. Pulling her pumps off, she unzipped her skirt and walked into the bedroom fiddling with her bracelet.

Suddenly, she let out a loud screech as she was lifted and dumped face-down on the bed with a body landing on top of her. “No!” she tried to yell, but the weight constricted her chest.

“Shut the fuck up, cunt,” said a muffled voice at her ear. “No, is not a word you say to me.”

She was pinned down and couldn’t breathe. “Please don’t hurt me,” she grunted as best as she could.

“Don’t get mouthy, bitch,” said the voice, which somehow seemed familiar. The weight lifted off her, her unzipped skirt was roughly pulled up as far as possible and her panties were practically ripped off. Well, actually, they twice got caught and were clumsily pulled down her legs…then sort of peeled off her feet.

“You’re just a piece of fuckmeat to me,” said Matt. “And you’re not the only one.”

She was somehow flipped over…with her help. The man, wearing a balaclava, unzipped his pants fell on her and rammed his stiff rod into her. No, he didn’t, that was the intention. He tried to push his flaccid penis into her. That’s when Julia started to giggle. He fumbled a couple of times and tried to use his fingers to push the offending member up, into her moist cunt. With zero luck.

That’s when Julia started laughing. And couldn’t stop. Her laughing filled the room. Matt stood up, feeling humiliated that he was being laughed at for not being able to perform in a manly fashion.

Julia sensed his feeling, stood up, and pulled the balaclava up until only his mouth was showing. She gently kissed her husband. “I’m not laughing at you for not being hard. If you were such a man that could rape someone, I wouldn’t be able to love you like I do.” She kissed him again and pulled the face covering back down. Then she slowly slid to her knees.

“Now, let’s see if we can give you a head start, as it were, and try again.” She took him into her mouth.
The next evening, Julia and Adrianna walked into a seedy looking old warehouse. The entrance was clearly makeshift with a half-assed paint job and bare concrete floors. Julia wasn’t sure about this. But then they walked through another door to find soaring ceilings with ribbons hanging on rings all the way down, and people milling around in tight clothing. Almost all were women.

“Welcome back! Again!” said a beefy woman covered in tattoos with piercings in her eyebrows, nose and ears. “You’re becoming a regular. Hi, I’m Barb,” she said to Julia.

The room was setup for aerial silks, a type of circus performance where the performer is high above and controls themself by tying up in ribbons that hang all the way to floor. Julia had come to pay off her bet on the Springsteen tickets.

“So, you want to watch for a bit? Try something out? Just tell me, honey.”

Julia opted to watch first, as Adrianna went over to a set of silks with a partner to watch her, and began climbing two stories up. Jules couldn’t watch. But she did watch one pair in rehearsal. They played music and with the two at various heights, they would let go with their hands, as they were supported by the ribbons on their legs, or tumbled down until the ribbons stopped them, or soared together way above. Julia thought it was lovely. Someone demonstrated for her one of the more spectacular moves, the flat split roll-up. Julian couldn’t help but think of Cirque-du-Soleil.

“I want to try,” she told Barb.

With Barb on one side and Adrianna on the other they showed her how to climb. “Gonna hafta work on the upper body just a bit, Honey,” said Barb.

After a while, it was clear Julia was better than average. “You must have been in gymnastics." She did get tangled up twice and as she laughed, they showed her how to count and how to ensure things weren't too tight.

She was getting tired, but Adrianna wanted to try a duet move. She climbed above Julia on the same ribbons, tangled up her legs and hung upside down, arms dangling.
“She’s the base, you’re the flyer. Go up and hang onto her, Honey,” Barb prompted.

Julia pulled herself higher, wrapped the ribbons around her as she was told, and looked up at Adrianna. Then down. She froze.

“It’s okay, Honey. The ribbons have you. Try to reach your friend.”

Julia looked up. Adrianna was smiling at her with arms outstretched. “Come,” she said. Julia managed to put one arm up and hold the other woman’s arm as she was instructed. But she couldn’t let go of the ribbon with the other hand.

“Trust me,” said Adrianna. Julia felt the strength of the woman above her flow down. She let go of the ribbon and grabbed the other arm. “Now shake off the ribbons.” She did. She was flying two stories up just holding Adrianna. She felt the rush. Owning it, she bent one knee and stretched the other leg full behind her to really look like some flying sprite. There was whooping and clapping from far below. It was amazing.

When they were down, Barb said to the two. “That was great. I have a simple routine for Halloween to the theme from “Dead Silence”. You two could be a puppet and puppet master. What do you think?” She didn’t really need to ask.

Matt said goodbye to Jules Friday morning and told her to have a nice time. Jules met Adrianna at the Hospital for Sick Children late in the afternoon. Adrianna hung in the back ground and made sure to stay out of the reporters’ pictures, but she had been responsible for bringing cancer-stricken children from war-torn areas to the hospital for treatment. Jules watched with moist eyes as the tall woman glided effortlessly, yet purposefully through the room, like some magnificent creature gliding through water.

Before they left, the tall man from the charity event appeared.

“Hoolia, may I introduce my brother, Normand. Normand, this is Julia Adams. Her husband is responsible for AME, that investment thing that Papa is interested in.” They exchanged pleasantries.

“’Hoolia’?” asked Normand.

“Of course,” his sister replied. “How else do you pronounce the name in Spanish?”

“But I’m not Spanish,” giggled Julia.


Normand frowned.

Afterwards, a car took them to the Island airport and they did indeed board a float plane. The trees were well into their fall colors around the lake when the plane touched down into the water of an area some call “The Hamptons of the North”. It taxied up to a house that took Julia’s breath away. The “cottage” was a huge three story wall of glass toward the lake. Lights were on so she could see the open expanse of the rooms, as well as the tasteful way the outside and inside blended together. The Adam’s condo would have been one small corner of one floor.

Once into the house, Julia was introduced to an older, very elegant couple. What she didn’t notice was the surprise each had on meeting her, which they quickly hid. The woman was taller than the man. She was Adrianna with short white hair and wrinkles that, if possible, made her even more distinguished. She was lovely and dressed and groomed to absolute perfection. The man was slightly stooped and moved slowly, but he had an active intelligence to his face that Julia found amusingly mischievous. They were the parents of Adrianna and Normand: Normand senior, the head of the large French firm and his wife Adelise. There was also a good-looking, tall, dark man, perhaps in his mid-forties, who hung back until he was introduced as Jamie.

They had dinner together in the soaring dining space. Jamie brought over the food and Julia thought she was in a six-star restaurant, if there was such a thing.

“My apologies,” said Jamie with a slight accent as he sat down beside Julia, across from Adelise and Adrianna. “I could only work with the ingredients I could find.” The two Normands were at opposite ends of the table.

The dinner conversation was pleasant. “Are you into sports at all,” asked the older Normand of Julia. Adrianna rolled her eyes. “You’re quite the trim young lady.”

“I don’t have much time now, but I was into dance and gymnastics when I was a kid.”

“Do you know about Ada?” he asked. Then he continued not waiting for a reply, “She was into Taekwondo when she was younger and gave it up.”

“The electronic scoring changed it as a sport and took the life out of it. It was really quite stupid to watch,” interjected his daughter.

“Then she concentrated on the heptathlon. Do you know what that is? She has to run short and long,” his head went back and forth then counted on his fingers. “Jump high, jump hurdles, throw a ball and throw a spear. Do you know, she was almost in la Jeaux de la fancophonie? And the woman who went wasn’t even French!” Julia looked puzzled.

“Olympic type competition for French-speaking countries,” Adrianna again interjected. “And no, I didn’t almost make it. And Antoinette Nana Djimou is an amazing athlete and you don’t have to be born in France to be French.” The old man shrugged.

“Where is Sela?” asked Adelise. The younger Normand looked at Julia.

“My wife is an obstetrician at Mount Sinai Hospital,” he explained. He turned to his mother, “She is on call Maman.”

“But you took time out of your busy schedule to see your mother. How sweet,” the older woman kissed in her son’s direction. She looked at Julia, “Nommy is also at Mount Sinai doing,” she waved her hands, “Some research.”

“Genetics and reproduction. At the moment I’m working on the egg membrane and how it prepares itself for fertilization. We are all ready for human trials.”

“I wish you could do something for Sela’s fertilization,” sniffed the mother. Adrianna again rolled her eyes.

“Where are you from?” Normand senior asked Julia.

“Halfway between here and Toronto on Lake Simcoe. A place called Barrie. After I went to school, my folks moved to Kingston.” Frowns all around. “It’s at the start of the Saint Lawrence River? Thousand Islands?” The frowns cleared.

“How are you spending our money?” the old man asked his daughter.

“Hoolia was with us when we greeted the poor children at the Children’s Hospital,” she replied. There were frowns again when they heard “Hoolia”.

“You know,” started Julia, “There was a park near us that vandals had pretty much destroyed. A family trust stepped in and, without big advertising of their name, had it rebuilt. I think there’s a lot of underprivileged schools that would just love to have some money for school instruments, outings, a number of things.” She trailed off as she looked around at the family staring at her.

“Would you like to help me?” asked Adrianna.

“Oh, yes!”

“I apologize that you ended up in a family conversation,” twinkled the older man to Julia.

“This is nothing,” she replied. “You should be around my mother’s family at Christmas.” They all laughed.

Adrianna looked at Julia and said, “Canoe canoe a canoe?”

Momentarily confused, Julia then smiled, “Sort of. Canoe?”

“I don’t know if I can—I want to find out if I can tomorrow.”

Julia and Adrianna helped Jamie clear up, then the two women donned light jackets and wandered outside. Away from the house, Jules looked up. She was awestruck. An arm went around her shoulder and her hand was pulled around a waist.

“What do you see?” asked Jules companion.

“Stars. Where we live now, we see maybe two stars and the moon. It’s incredible. I miss it so much.”

She turned to the tall woman. “Ada?”

“Family name.” Julia felt a squeeze on her shoulder. “Call me Ada, Hoolia. It sounds so nice when you say it.”

Julia snuggled into Ada. “I like Hoolia.”

Matt was in bed with his tablet when he started getting message from Jules.

“Wow!” Was the first, with a picture of a huge glass mansion with sloped roof, surrounded by trees.

“The cottage is on Lake Rosseau!” said the second.

“The neighbors are Cindy Crawford, Doug Gilmore, Goldie Hawn, Kurt Russell!”

“Tom Hanks has been spotted around here!”

Then, after a pause, another one of those pictures arrived. No, it was different. The pose was similar, but it was Julia and Steven. The caption was, “Share her. Watch her. Love her.”

He turned the machine off and rolled over.

“Whump!” went the pillow as it landed on Julia’s head.

“Get out of bed, girl!” Ada demanded. “You’ve got to say goodbye to Maman and Papa and I’m not missing this morning for anything.” Julia groaned as Ada went back to her room, but she reluctantly complied.

After seeing the parents off and having breakfast, the two women were quietly paddling around the lake, Julia in front. She loved the quiet and the wildlife. They’d seen deer, heron and a bear. The leaves were well into their color change, with orange and red highlights in the green. It was so different from Yonge and Eglinton. But this was not her current life.

“Sooooooo,” said Ada behind her. “Who’s Stevennnnnnnnnn?”

Julia half turned, “Oh, he’s my boss.”


“Okay, he’s…he's….”

“C’monnnn. Spill. Tell me. Is he your lover?”

Julia sighed. “Wellllll, I call him my boyfriend. I know you French have this concept of ‘lover’, but…”

Ada pulled the oar out of the water. “I have an oar and I am prepared to use it. Stupid French movies are just about as realistic as Hollywood. I hate that cutesy stuff.” The oar went back into the water. “I know what I just said, but do you know that Jamie is Maman’s lover?”


“I was quite mad at her at first. She justified it by saying that it took pressure off Papa and will let him live longer. She came up with this stuff about ‘ethical nonmonogamy’. I’m better with it now. She makes sure Papa is never embarrassed, there is always complete respect. And no one truly knows about it. I must admit, she and Jamie really are devoted to each other.”

“He’s so much younger than she is!”

“Not THAT much. Have you heard about our president? His wife was his high school teacher. And Maman and Papa seem to be still devoted to each other too. It seems to work. I just don’t like what it says about Papa.”

“What about you? Is there anyone special?”

There was a loud sigh. “Not since my fiancé died.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry,” said Julia. “How long did you go with him?”

“Her. Four years. It was over a year ago.”

“Oh, so you’re…”

“I hate labels. I had one steady boyfriend in your equivalent to high school. Then…I outgrew him. I had another man off and on until we finished school. My family expected I would marry him. But I outgrew him too. After that, I met Valery.” There was a choking sound and Julia turned around. “Sorry. I’m fine. It’s just so horrible. She was back in Spain…and…and…she was raped. I…I…tried to get back but before I could…she…she…she………she took her own life. I wasn’t there for her.” Julia sat not knowing what to say. “Maman and Papa loved her as much as I did.” They sat drifting for a moment. “We have to live not knowing what tomorrow will bring.”

They returned to the cottage for lunch and there was a surprise waiting for Julia. The parents and Jamie had been replaced by two men who looked like they had stepped out of GQ. One was introduced as Alexandre. He was a PHD student working under Normand. The other, Eddy, was his friend. Lunch was good, but nothing like Jamie’s dinner and breakfast. They had a quick dip in the cold lake and Eddy suggested they go water skiing. He had his boating operator’s license. Julia was exhausted by day’s end. She had great fun taking turns with skiing. Alexandre and Eddy looked like experts and Ada was not far behind. Julia couldn’t help but laugh as she kept wiping out. The two women, in their bikinis, got a lot of attention, and horn-soundings, from other boats.

Hours later, everyone rested back at the cottage, then Eddy started dinner. Julia asked if she could help, but when she was shooed away, she announced she’d take a shower. When she got out, there on the bed was the beautiful, red mini-kimono from Queen Street. She held it up to her body just as Ada entered the room, drying her hair and wearing the blue kimono.

“I’m just wearing this,” Ada declared.

“Ada, it’s beautiful! You shouldn’t have.”

The tall woman looked at her. “Not as beautiful as you.” She leaned down and gave Jules a peck on the cheek, then pinned up her hair. “Dinner time!”

Mick and Matt had settled in at the sport’s bar—both men carefully seating themselves so they could watch the games on the screens without looking rude by turning away. They ordered and Matt, after weighing the idea, told Matt the same story he had told Mel. He described his current marriage like it was a friend’s marriage. He told about encouraging the wife to have sex outside the marriage. How it was a turn on to watch. How some of the humiliation was a turn on. And then, how things had changed when the wife had only one partner outside the marriage and then came the bill chill, when she claimed she had fallen in love with her boyfriend.

Then he added the part after that. How the friend had found feelings for a co-worker but she’d moved away. Sort of. She was very far away with no current schedule for return. He said the friend had no idea what to do.

“Well,” said Mick. “Quite a story. Don’t know if I can help because the little bits of psychology I know are all related to motivation, communication and learning. But, I can muse. First off, I wonder if your friend is suffering under something called ‘Equity theory’. If liking the humiliation has worn off, maybe he just wants some sort of equal treatment? Not sure he can say much about spousal rights as he kinda gave those up voluntarily.

“My deepest background is in B.F. Skinner. My professor was a direct student of Skinner and he certainly brain-washed the lot of us. I have to teach a bit about Skinner and I always emphasize what others get wrong: punishment doesn’t work. If it looks like someone is going to be punished, they concentrate solely on avoiding the punishment. Not the other stuff around it. Does it look like your buddy has been avoiding things?”

“Yes,” said Matt immediately. A prime example was sleeping in the spare room.

“And if someone is already being punished, what they want to do above everything is escape the punishment, not correct their behaviour. That escape, if it can’t be physical, can be mental. Has your buddy mentally escaped from the marriage or has he tried physically?”

Matt thought about it. “I can certainly see some of that.” But not enough, he thought.

Matt asked himself, did he want to escape? The answer didn’t come back a definitive ‘no’.

Dinner was very nice and the women, again, did the cleanup. When that was all away, they gathered in the large, beautiful sitting area, Julia and Ada in their mini-kimonos. Normand disappeared for a moment and then returned with a wooden box. He opened it and extracted four joints.

“Do you mind?” he asked Julia.

“Not at all,” she replied. “You know we’ll be able to buy this in the local wine store this time next year?”

“Yes,” he said in a disgusted voice, “At ten dollars a gram. And it will likely be junk. Have you been to Amsterdam? They have stores with this in glass jars stacked in shelves. I’m sorry, I’m tired. I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight.” And he left with the box.

There were two women making out at the bar and Matt kept stealing glances over.

“Barsexuals,” said Mick.


“Yes, women who make out just to get attention from men. Gets me hot. Until recently I thought it was just me.”

“It’s interesting,” said Matt. “I read a survey recently about what porn people watch. The top two categories, in order, for women, were lesbian, then gay male. They were down at numbers 6 and 7 for men.”

“I’ll fight for any man’s rights to love whomever he wants, but…personally…ick,” the older man replied. “I wonder if women’s interest in the lesbian thing has gone up over time. You know, how women’s bodies have been used in advertising for so long? Objectified? It must somehow sink in. I’ll bet the porn thing is more about sensual sex versus grunt and blow.”

Just then, a very curvy woman in a short dress touched Mick’s shoulder on the way by. He looked up and said, “Heh-hey! Lailey! How are you?”

Matt watched her go. Her makeup was lovely and the dress accentuated a killer figure. Not super model material like Julia, but closer to the wonderful curves of Mel. He caught himself.

“Nice, eh?” asked Mick. Matt nodded. Mick leaned forward and whispered, “Do you know, she’s a gal with a little something extra?”

Matt was stunned. “No!”

Mick settled back and wagged a finger at Matt, “Now I only know this because we were both at a drunken neighborhood pool party and just got a quick glance by accident.” He leaned forward again. “She’s hung like she could inseminate fucking cows.” He settled back again. “Bigger than me, and not to insult you, but I’ll bet, bigger than you.”

Matt couldn’t help but watch the absolutely-feminine, gorgeous woman move around the room. With an eye on Lailey, he lifted his beer for a sip.

“You know,” chuckled Mick, “We could have all the sexual bases covered right here in this room, if you and I just started making out.”

Beer came out of Matt’s nose. “SCORE!” roared Mick.

Wine and smoke had been going on for a while. Julia had begun to feel that liquid, slow flow of time. She hadn’t noticed that Ada had touched very little. Julia noticed Alexandre and Eddy move closer. Then their faces came together. She had to focus. They were making out. A tongue slipped into the other’s mouth. Julia began to feel warm.

Ada leaned over to her with lips pursed almost touching her friend. Julia opened her mouth, and as Ada exhaled the heady smoke, Julia sucked it in. Ada did not move back. Julia looked over again and one very sculpted male chest was bare, and was being caressed. A nipple was sucked. She looked back and Ada was ready again. Julia opened her mouth and breathed in. When Ada didn’t move back, Julia couldn’t resist. She moved her head a tiny bit forward and the lips touched. The jolt was electric. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into the moist warmth and moved it around the silken interior.

Ada broke off the kiss and looked over at the men. Julia turned and an enormous cock was out and a head was slowly bobbing up and down the slick shaft. Julia turned back to Ada with open mouth. This time the tongue was slipped into her mouth and she slowly sucked it in and out like it was a tiny version of the cock across the room. Tongues took turns, mouths kept exploring.

Ada broke off again and looked over. Julia saw two beautiful sculpted bodies. One turned over and the other lay on top. She was fascinated by the clench and release of the perfect buttocks. They were fucking.

She turned to Ada, who stood up. “Trust me,” she heard. She lifted her arms and was lifted up. She had her arms around Ada’s neck, her legs around Ada’s waist and was being supported under her buttocks. Unable to resist, she started a liquid kiss as she was floated through the house to be softly spread upon a bed. She watched as a finger slid under the knot in her kimono and as the finger rose, the belt split like aerial silk ribbons then landed softly on the bed. Now two fingers touched the lapels of her wrap and slid down her body, revealing its beauty.

“Oh, girls,” moaned Ada. “You’re lovelier than I imagined.” Warm wetness visited Julia’s nipples one, then the other, then back again. When the mouth moved off, a finger would glide in the slick that was left behind. Julia was euphoric.

Soft kisses traced down her flat stomach. She reflexively parted her thighs. “Have you heard of an Australian kiss?” said a voice in a dream.

“A French kiss down under,” replied Julia with a giggle. Then she felt one. She moaned. The kiss continued and expanded its sphere slowly, gently. It would catch her clit from time-to-time and the jolt was beyond electric. Julia had no concept of time. Years could have passed. She didn’t know. Didn’t care.

“Do you know what a Full Irish is?” asked the voice.

Julia smiled, “No idea.” And she didn’t care.

Two fingers were inserted into her. They began, as the tongue continued to swirl, to alternate between rubbing up behind her pubic bone, then spin and rubbing down toward her back. She couldn’t believe how such a wonderful thing got better. Then there was a pause, a sucking sound, and something wet was pressed against her anus. She flinched slightly and the object entered. With tongue in one place, two fingers in another, and another finger in a third, her floating rose off into the stratosphere.

When Julia finally came down, she looked down to see the beautiful face looking up. “What have you done to me?” she asked the face.

“Less than you deserve,” came the reply.

Ada gently separated Jules’s lower lips and rubbed the top of her tongue up-and-down the clit. This time, Julia could at least recognize the orgasm and realize there was only one. It came fast and was still wonderful beyond belief.

Later in the night, Julia was on top of Ada with her head next to the soft breasts. She looked up, and glints in the dark eyes were looking down. “What can I do for you?” asked Julia.

Ada gave a soft chuckle, “Don’t move.” Her hands went under Jules and separated the lips beneath. Then Ada softly pushed down on Jules as she moved her pelvis up and down. Jules could feel a warm slick on her flat stomach and held still. Then she sucked the finger and thumb on one hand and reached to play with a nipple. When Ada came, she groaned and clutched at her lover. Julia smiled and relaxed. There is satisfaction and power in the feeling that you get, knowing you can make someone cum.

When Julia woke up, there was a bright stripe of light down the curtains. She slid out of bed, padded across the room, grabbed one curtain and slowly walked it back to the wall, slowly revealing the bright scene. Then she did the other side and walked back to stand in the middle of the enormous window. And drank it in. All of it: the colors of the trees, the color of the sky, the warmth of the light, the reflection off the flat water. After some minutes she turned and Ada was looking at her.

“Beautiful,” said Julia.

“Much better view from where I am,” was the reply.

Julia padded back to the bed, slid in and onto the other woman’s body. Head on chest.

“Julia, normal people get up, have breakfast, have a life.” Julia shook her head vigorously. “I’ll make you a deal. We get up, have breakfast, we can come back for a cuddle before we have to get ready to leave.” More vigorous head shaking. “You will!” And Ada quickly sat up, moved the sheet and smacked Julia’s soft behind. They could hear the screech in the kitchen.

After breakfast, they returned to the room and slipped off the kimonos. Julia climbed onto the bed as Ada fiddled with something at the wall socket.

“Lay back,” Julia was ordered. Ada straddled Jules’s groin and put an object between them. “Now, the trick is, bottom girl controls where this goes and top girl adjusts accordingly.” There was a buzzing sound. Julia took hold of the handle and moved in around until her head snapped back, her eyes snapped closed and she groaned, “Ooooooh, goddddddddddddd...."

Later, as they stripped the bed, Julia mused on a saying she’d read back in school. “Burn the boat.” Rowers burned the boat after a winning performance. Explorers burned the boat so there was no retreat. She wondered which one this was.

As Ada showered, Julia found Alexandre. She gave him her phone and he punched into it. She’d waited until Ada was in the shower, so she wouldn’t misunderstand what she was doing.
Matt was in the living room when the door opened. Jules was first with hands full, followed by Ada. Running over to her husband, Jules flung her arms around him and gave him a long kiss.

“Hey, Baby,” she said in a sultry voice. “Ada helped me bring up food from Grazie: Baked goat cheese salad, Allessandra with spicy sausage and Basta with shrimp. I figured it was a winner since you like Italian so much these days.”

Matt had to take it all in. Then he asked, “Is Ada staying for dinner?”

“No,” said the tall woman. “I have to get home and get some rest, and you two haven’t seen each other all weekend. How was the implementation?”

“Perfectly uneventful. What did you two do?”

“Ate oysters and searched for pearls,” winked Ada. Matt looked confused.

“We canoedled!” said Jules. Matt still looked confused.

Ada turned to go and an object, much like a microphone fell out of her bag. Jules’s hand flew to her face and she gave an embarrassed giggle.

Without missing a beat, the woman picked up the object, pointed it at Matt, and said, “Hitachi Magic Wand: the greatest invention of the twentieth century.”

The following evening, Julia was going to be late, so Matt contacted Mel. He had the CHUM chart beside him. They chatted for a while, things were improving with Mom, then out of the blue Mel said, “I have to tell you something." She smiled. “I’m going on a date tomorrow night. My Mom, my sister and Grandma all insist that I go out with this guy who’s a son of a friend of Mom. He’s apparently a lawyer, and…”

Matt couldn’t concentrate on the rest of the conversation. The CHUM chart stayed in its place.

When he closed out the conversation, there were two NSFW messages waiting from Jules. The first was of two women in lingerie: one with her back to the camera entering a room where the second one, out-of-focus was sitting. The caption was: “There is more than one way to cuckold a husband.”

The second again had a woman standing in lingerie with her back to the camera. Another woman was sitting, facing the camera, holding the panties of the first as if to pull them down. The expression of the second woman was challenging, powerful. The caption was: “Women can be bulls too.”

Part of an old children’s song came to Matt:

“There were four in the bed and the little one said, "Roll over."

“So they all rolled over and one fell out…”
“She's a cool, blonde scheming bitch
“I want her so much I feel sick
“The girl can't help it, she really can't help it now

“Who’s that gal? What’s she doin’ with her?
“It’s that girl, and she’s screwing with her,
“Can’t you feel the sex and sweat?
“She’ll make you cream your jeans
“So you won’t forget!”

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Part 4: Does the thought count?
From: Michaelis Thanis
To: Matt Adams
Bcc: Melissa Rougier

Subject: Extovert

Text: Question; how can you tell a Computer Scientist is an Extrovert? Answer; because he looks at YOUR shoes instead of his own.
It was the moment Matthew Adam’s gut started acting up.

The short, balding man Matt had met at the charity event through Michaelis, had visited the office. Jesse Patterson was a force in the pension plan, which was one of the largest investors in the world. Jesse had read about the trading program Matt had designed, AME, or Algorithmic Market Execution (Michaelis preferred calling it HERMES after the Greek god of trade…and thieves), and was looking to see if he was comfortable using it for some part of the pension plan’s billions. It was a moment one dreamed of.

Matt had brought the team together, including Mick, to demonstrate the system to the short man. Everything had started out very well.

“There’s a rumor on the street,” Jesse said, “That during last week’s market meltdown, AME is the party that made over two hundred million bucks.”

“We’re not at liberty to say,” twinkled Mick. They had made less, but that information wasn’t public knowledge.

Then Jesse leaned back with a puzzled look on his face.

“Well, that’s very interesting. Your program is betting against Dominion Heavy Industries. Needless to say, that’s a staple of our portfolio.” He paused. “That’s a pretty gutsy move.” He paused again then straightened up in this chair. “So gutsy that I think I’m going to wait and see what you do with that position before I commit to investing with you.”

Matt didn’t hear the rest of the conversation as Mick joked and soothed the other man, then helped him make a polite exit. Everyone started a loud chatter, except Matt. He stared at the screen which showed the current positions held by AME and his mind flew down corridors of decisions. Why was that trade made? AME had sold DHI short—selling it without owning it, so AME had to borrow a large amount of the stock to do it. It was a highly leveraged move which, if unsuccessful, was going to cost millions. The cost of that loan was ticking up every single day.

Mick returned, and slid into the chair beside Matt. “We used to call that a ‘widow-maker’ trade,” he said. “Traders would lose money for years betting against the Japanese economy. I doubt anyone has ever bet against DHI. I’ve been living off their dividends for years and I haven’t heard anything to suggest they won’t continue their steady growth. Any ideas why that happened?”

Matt kept staring ahead and didn’t look at Mick when he answered, “I have to check further.”

“Can we back it out?”

Asok, one of the other team members spoke up, “Of course we do have ways to back out of positions, but I think we’d want to test this to make sure AME just won’t do it again. That trade was done for a reason and if that reason is still there, that trade will just come back.”

Sure enough, when they backed out the position in the test version of AME, the program immediately made the same trade again. AME looked like it deliberately wanted to lose money. The pension plan, arguably the largest investor in the country, was not going to invest in AME. Other investors would catch wind of it and would remove their money. AME wouldn’t be Matt’s path to success…and a house…and a family. His gut started to ache.
Bon!” the elder Frenchman exclaimed as he ended the family conference call. A wave of deep contentment washed over him as he pushed away from the desk and smiled at his darling wife.

“The news couldn’t have been better,” he said to her. “You finally have your long awaited wish!” He noticed the glow that had already started to shine from her.

“As if you didn’t want to be a grand-père", the elegant woman replied. “I can’t believe it will also involve, Ada.” Their daughter, Ada, had been on the phone as their son, Normand, had announced a plan to finally bring a blessed grandchild into the world! The old man was immensely grateful that the years of tension and disappointment, when Normand’s wife had proved incapable of having children, were now behind them. There was a path.

Normand Senior reached over and took his wife’s hand. A stirring below his waist started an inner smile that was a lot larger than the one on his face. He made a decision and he didn’t become the business man that he was by not acting on the instant.

“Ma Cheri,” he started. Then decided actions spoke louder and standing up, grasped both of the woman’s hands and lifted her with him. She melted into him instinctively and felt the same stirring. Her head snapped up in surprise. Beaming up at her husband, she whispered, “Shall we retire?”

In the large bedroom, they took their time to undress, allowing Normand to admire his wife’s body. She was a marvel at her age and would have turned heads looking like this even if she had been 20 years younger. The woman grasped the man’s erection, which was harder than it had been in some considerable time, and kissed her husband in a fashion that said, “Give me everything.” Then she whispered to him.

Dulcissime, totam tibi subdo me.” It was from one of his favorite pieces of music and meant, “Sweetest one! Ah! I give myself to you totally!”

The kisses and sighing and gentle caresses eventually floated to the bed where the man expertly, slowly yet deliberately stroked, teased, tongued and tickled his wife’s most intimate places. He was beaming into her loving face when he detected the problem. Trying to avoid disappointing the woman, he moved his lower body away from her and continued his delicate strategy of pleasure. Eventually the woman moved from wondrous anticipation to impatience and her hand moved to grasp the object of her desire.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at her love with some pain. She was disappointed for him. Not her.

Ma chérie souffre d'un immense chagrin d'amour,” she whispered. [My darling suffers from an immense heartache.] And a tear welled in the corner of an eye.

He never would have imagined it happening to him and it had become a slow, steady torture. Knowing his family history, he had been fastidious all his life in looking after himself. But genes are genes and his ability to pleasure his wife—and feel that pleasure himself—had waned with the health of his heart. Now, the very medication he was taking to stay alive also prevented him from taking anything else for matters of the bedroom.

But a thought entered his mind. It was a fleeting fantasy years ago, started by a chance glimpse of his wife-to-be kissing a friend. It was many years ago. It was an idea that had grown to an unmentioned, unexplored fantasy in his youth. Forgotten for years, the fantasy was now fresh again in his mind. The idea grew and with it, grew something else.

Ma chérie!” exclaimed Adelise as she felt the swelling in her hand.

“Go. Bring Jamie,” breathed Normand into her ear.

She frowned. “No, sweetest. I don’t think he would like that,” she replied.

“Go. It will not be like that.”

She paused, her eyes searching her husband’s face. Seeing something, she smiled.

“Go,” he repeated.

As graceful as the dancer she had been, she slid from the bed, downed a robe and left.

Normand lay there smiling. His erection had grown as he relived the moment Adelise, not knowing Normand was just entering the room, had leaned forward and touched her lips to those of his closest friend. She had never done it before. She had never done it again. Now, since he had lovingly insisted that she find the pleasure he could not give her, he knew she was doing more than kissing another man. Adelise and Jamie had been ever so discrete. The idea had now started to arouse him. He was surprised. After all, he was the ever so successful man! Over the years he had shoved so many weaklings out of his way. Lesser men. Lesser in all ways. But now…

Eventually, the door opened and very quietly, Adelise returned…pulling the tall, dark, younger man into the room with her. They had been some time, so some amount of “negotiation” had obviously occurred.

Normand pulled back the covers beside him. Adelise, glanced back at Jamie, dropped her robe revealing her toned, trim female form and slid onto the bed. The covers were replaced and as Normand moved over his wife, he looked back and nodded to the corner of the bed.

Asseyez mon ami,” he said. [Sit, my friend.]

Warily the handsome young man barely placed his buttocks on the bed.

Surprised, Normand could feel he was once again not quite “up” to sliding into his wife. He moved his mouth close to his wife’s ear—the one away from her lover.

“Hold his hand,” he said. Immediately, just the idea had pulsed into his loins. The woman smiled, looked over to the other man and held out her hand. He could not resist the overture.

Normand was now hard and inside Adelise. He moved slowly and deliberately, savoring the feeling.

“Kiss his hand,” Normand whispered as he thought ahead. Adelise pulled Jamie’s hand to her mouth. This made Jamie lean forward toward the coupled couple.

Normand had been lost in the liquid heaven of moving inside his wife for some moments when he then whispered, “Kiss him.”
Adelise immediately released Jamie’s hand and moved hers to the back of the man’s head, then gently pulled him forward. With a sideways glance, the man complied, leaning forward until his lips touched those of his lover.

“Make love to his mouth.”

Mouths opened. Tongues explored. Beautiful, wet noises filled the room. Normand was harder than he had been in years and was keeping up a deliberate rhythm. The old man felt like a stallion. He was breathing heavily and his heart was racing. Then the ultimate thought came to him.

“Tell him.”

Adelise stopped the liquid kisses and turned to her husband. Her eyebrows arched in question.

“Tell him,” was repeated.

She moved her mouth close to her husband’s ear. She understood. She now played her part.

In her husband’s ear she whispered, “Je t'aime tellement mon amour.” [I love you so much, my love.]

The wife then turned toward her lover. She pulled him close again. Looking deep into the man’s eyes and touching his face she said in a breathy voice, “Je t’aime.” The lover’s eyes went wide. He again quickly glanced at the husband, but knowingly looked back to the woman and smiled. “Je t’aime,” he replied.

It was too much for Normand. He arched his back, he thrust his cock as deeply into his wife’s cunt as he ever had and spilled his seed as deep as possible. He gasped and his heart thumped within his chest as if he was a marathon runner crossing the finish. He completely collapsed onto the woman like some rag man. It took a few moments for him to recover enough to pull off and with effort, he rolled over. The wife wrapped his cock in a cloth and looked down at her husband in concern. With a weak smile, he said, “Go. Find you pleasure.” She didn’t budge. He reached up and caressed her cheek as he looked deep into her eyes and said, “I will be here.” He smiled. Then he closed his eyes. From far away, he felt movement on the bed, heard some rustling and then heard the quiet click of the door. He was spent. Floating, he lost all awareness.

As the pattern of sleep goes, sometime later Normand became aroused again. This time another memory surfaced. There was a night when the same friend who kissed Adelise, his best friend, was at the house for a long night of Remy and reminiscing. The friend, as is occasionally required, excused himself. Normand’s fogged mind did not notice the inordinate length of time his friend was away. It was much later that he learned from Adelise that the friend has paid a visit to her bedroom.

“It was quite comical,” his wife told him. “As you men get, he was melancholic and unsteady. He made comment how his last kiss had made the room very chilly.”

Nothing had happened, but much later Normand had imagined the friend lying on the bed, being comforted by his wife, which would lead to other things …

With a start the man awoke. The room was cold and quiet. He donned a robe and stood uncertain of what to do. He padded to the window and glanced out at the lights and traffic that pointed the way to the huge tower beyond. He padded out into the hall where a shaft of light pointed to a door at the end, perhaps to some similar landmark. Without hesitation and with the confidence only Normand Charlès could possess, he moved down the hall, to the door and looked in.

Adelise was naked on her back on the bed. Normand drank in the perfection of her toned, dancer body. Her face was exquisite as she was clearly in a world beyond pleasure. Her head rocked back into the bed with a steady rhythm. A rhythm supplied by the naked Jaime as his chiseled, younger body slowly pumped, his ass cheeks clenching and unclenching with the thrusts into the woman prone underneath him.

Normand once again could feel a stirring in his groin. With a sense beyond the norm, the woman felt the presence of her husband in the darkness of the hall, turned her head toward him and pursed her lips into a kiss. Then she mouthed, “Je t’aime,” before her head snapped back with another, stronger thrust. She moaned. Then she lifted her lips to those of the man above her. On contact, he rammed his hips forward and held still as he groaned into his lover’s mouth.

Normand was transfixed. Then a thought occurred to him. What if his wife had just been ‘made with child’ at that moment? Of course it was impossible at her age. But what if this had happened years earlier? She was a strong-willed woman, an intensely passionate woman. What if she had found and chosen another man with whom she would want a child? Could Normand have stopped her? Of course not. His thoughts surprised him as he came to the realization that of how much he would give to make his wife happy—to have her look so fulfilled, so complete. The thought made the stirring in his groin almost painful. Reluctantly, he pulled his gaze away from the bed, and he padded back to his room.

The old man slipped between cool sheets and lay for a moment. Everything was fine. The future was taken care of. His wife. A grandchild. Then he thought back to Ada’s guest at the cottage. What a beautiful, blond woman she was. Julia. He was most pleased that she was part of the plan.

Then the old man closed his eyes.
“Is HERMES showing complexity beyond its programming?” Mick mused out loud to the AME team. “Is this like that program that plays the game Go? It beat the snot out of the human champion by suddenly discovering something new. Don’t they even remember the number of the move it made when it ‘defined the future’? At the time everyone thought it had made a mistake. Is HERMES doing that? ”

“It was move 37 of the second game and AME. It was a one-in-ten-thousand move and the human later won his only game by playing another one-in-ten-thousand move. But AME isn’t like AlphaGo at all,” said the woman with the sweet brown face—the face belied the strength in her voice. “We don’t have the same three parts as that program--AME isn’t a neural net, it’s an algorithm.” Sreenithi was a good architect, but she wasn’t Melissa. Mick caught himself. We need Mel. We need her badly, he thought.

Matt had been staring ahead. Mick noted he had been doing that a lot. But this line of conversation had hit a nerve with him.

“We don’t do things by brute force like a neural net, but we do it smart,” said Matt. “Something like AlphaGo has a policy network to look for moves, a value network to pick the most promising ones, and a tree search to look into the future to see what a move will eventually produce. At times they were looking 90 moves ahead. AME has an algorithm to do the first two. As it’s been trading and watching the market, it’s been building up a memory and learning what works.” He paused and shared what had been bothering him. “Maybe Micks’s right. Maybe AME’s learned that a win doesn’t have to be huge. A win is a win, even if it’s small.”

“But,” Mick replied, “Small wins costs US too much money each time. Do you have the costs properly factored in? Didn’t early versions of AlphaGo get confused? Maybe HERMES is confused that a small win isn’t really a loss. The interest on the loan alone is going to…”

“Of course we have the costs properly factored,” snorted Nithi.

“Well,” said Mick, “Maybe you have made an amazing breakthrough.” Then his eyes twinkled and he gave a puckish smile. “But writing bug-free code would be the greatest breakthrough in history.”

Matt’s gut was ready to explode.
An hour later, Matt sat on a toilet, in a washroom five floors up from where he worked. Doubled over, he had barely registered there was a message on his phone. Noticing that he was feeling better, Matt sat up and saw he’d received a picture from his wife, Julia. With zero enthusiasm, Matt studied the out-of-focus couple clearly having vigorous sex in the background. In the foreground sat a naked man with his back to the couple and his head in his hands. There was a caption which read: “I get off on being hurt. Not physically, but when my wife fucks other men it HURTS. Every. Single. Time. As another bare cock slides into her, within me there is a torture so delicious it makes me want to cum. I can’t deny my need for the heartbreak—for the pain. No other couple could possibly excite each other like we do.” Feeling empty, Matt erased the picture. He was confused about AME. He was confused about his relationship with beautiful wife, Jewels. He was confused about…Mel. He missed Mel. The thought surprised him and the ache in his gut returned.

Just then, the phone buzzed again and Matt read, “Lunch?” It included a picture of Saint Lawrence Market. Julia, Jules, his “Jewels”, had made enough time to come all that way for lunch. Something was up.

Not long afterward, Matt and his wife were sitting beside a fountain that was surrounded by and covered with life-size statues of dogs spitting water into the fountain. Matt was always amused when anybody spotted the lone stone cat, which sat imperiously within spectacle. The couple were finishing up two of the famous Italian sandwiches from the basement of the nearby market, while doing what people usually do in such situations: people watching.

Another couple approached the fountain. The man was clearly smartly dressed for a finance job, and the woman was wearing clothes you’d call, comfortable. She was pushing an empty stroller as the man laughed and chased a little child around, over, and in one instance, under the still dogs.

Matt looked over at Julia to see her reaction. He caught himself admiring his wife. She could be a model, he always told himself. And she was dressed to impress. She was showing lots of leg, shaped nicely by her high heels. What a contrast between her and the mother of the other couple.

As if sensing her husband’s thoughts, Jules turned to Matt.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” she asked, nodding at the couple. Then she got serious, “I know that’s what we said we’d do. But...” She paused and looked back at the couple. Obviously, she carefully considered her words before looking again at her husband to continue. “Do we have to be just like them? Don’t you think we have a more…exciting life?” She fully turned to Matt. “Do we really have to become just like them?” She reached out, took her husband’s hand and smiled. “Wouldn’t it be fun to see their reaction to what we do? They’d be scandalized! Wonder what THEIR wedding night was like? Ha! Other people just don’t have our amazing life.”

Matt quietly and carefully considered his words too. “It’s hard growing up,” he said. He squeezed her hand. “But you know we’ve always wanted a family. It’s who we are. It’s…” Jules interrupted him.

“Yes, it’s who you are. But, Baby, I know you don’t really want some boring soccer Mom!” There was a wet speck in the corner of one eye, and she finished the sentence with a small sniffle. “You don’t want some frumpy woman in track pants who smells of onions and poopy diapers. Do you? Do you really want a life of early morning day care runs, planning who does the pickup and nothing but early nights and Netflix? Is that what you really want?”

Matt lifted the soft, manicured hand and gently shook and squeezed it. “Shh. It’s not like that. It’s about a shift in priorities, and it’s not permanent. Life goes through phases.” And his gut began to ache again.

His wife looked very deeply into his eyes, squeezed his hand back and replied, “Then we’d better pack a lot into our lives while we can.”
Later that night a very tired looking woman peered from a screen as an older man grinned back at her and said, “Hey Princess, how’s my favorite control freak?”

“Do you want an honest answer, or a polite answer?”

“That’s answer enough. I know you have everything under control and everyone well looked after. Want I also want is for YOU to look after YOU too. Think of this as a teachable moment. Your Mom should be looking after Grandma and you weren’t supposed to be the “sandwich generation” until a few years from now. Then you’ll have a kid living at home looking for a job after finishing the Master’s degree and considering going for a PhD because prospects are the pits. It will be the same time that your mother will permanently be the invalid she is temporarily now PLUS she’ll be as batty as your Grandma’s become. You’ll likely have to visit Mom’s old fogies’ home on a daily basis because they’re complaining how she’s harassing all the old men and she’ll complain to you about how they just can’t perform for her. You mistake what she says for a famous landmark when she grumbles about how quickly the “Viagra Falls”. Then fast-forward years later and it’s YOU who can’t keep track of your meds. Meanwhile the kids sneak into your home on a nightly basis, move all the furniture around and steal your baking sheets.”

By now the woman was smiling.

“Wait a minute,” she interrupted. “What about when I’m moving the furniture around on YOU?”

“Not a chance. My kids want that pleasure all to themselves. Anyway, I’ll train Bernini the fifth to not let you in.”

“The fifth?! You’re not looking after yourself enough to last THAT long. All that Scotch will take its toll. I’m betting you croak after adopting Bernini the second.”

“Not true. All that preservative will ensure I outlive YOU. Enough. I actually have a point to this conversation: I need a micromanager and I think it will be good for you. You need to exercise that amazing, active brain in that beautiful head. I’ve sent something securely to you. Have a look to make sure you know what it is.”

There was a long pause.

“Ohmygod! What do want me to do?”

“I need you to get into the weeds. HERMES looks confused or brilliant and it’s scaring the customers. There is a short position that I’ve highlighted which is giving Matt ulcers…when Super Crotch isn’t.”


“His wife. And when I said I want you to get into the weeds, that’s not true. I want you to look at the fungus-living-off-the-parasite-that’s-infected-the insect-that’s-eating-the-roots under the weeds.”

“What am I looking for?”

“Well, let me tell you a story. There once was an author who described computers as “smart-stupids”. As he had a crab explain in a book, computers are very useful because they are so flexible, but they are smart-stupids because they have the potential to be either smart or stupid—depending on how skillfully they are instructed. Look over what I sent. Look at the rules; look at that position; look at the news feed; look at that day’s market feed. I’m asking you to look for something stupid—probably Really Stupid.”

“Mick, you shouldn’t be sending me this.”

“Relax. You’re technically still an employee and they wouldn’t want this story to get out.”

“But if they find out about this security breach, sure they’ll keep it quiet but you’ll never work on Bay Street again.”

The woman was rewarded with the Cheshire Cat grin that she enjoyed so much—mostly for what it communicated.

“See? You agree. There is absolutely zero downside for me!”
The pounding music had long ago started an equal pounding in Matt’s head. Jules had dragged him out to Coda late that night, one of her favorite clubs. ‘Late’ is meant relatively, as the place usually doesn’t pick up steam until after midnight, then goes to 5am. As always, it was dark, there were LED lights on the ceiling, pumping beats, energetic people and solid vibes to dance to. It was just as Jules wanted. On another night they had even gotten in when one of Jules’ co-workers, whose wallet had been stolen, was let in with them by the security manager from a picture of the ID and ticket on a phone. Coda certainly has a rep for superior customer service.

Matt had wondered how they got away without Steven, but Jules mentioned he was playing in an out-of-town hockey game and, for once, she didn’t have to go and watch. Matt didn’t catch the explanation of why she was excused but didn’t care, they were out on their own and it was like old times. Matt couldn’t help but pull back and just watch. That’s what he did: watch. Jules was pure sex and energy. When she paused and came back to him for her drink, a few times she was distracted…no, she was mesmerized with a couple of guys getting close. It wasn’t one of those clubs, but was known as ‘tolerant’ so the guys didn’t take it too far. But still, it was having a visible effect on her.

Julia leaned heavily into her husband and breathed, “Aren’t they hot?” Then she was gone again.

After a while it was clear she had picked up a favorite. They looked good together. Matt didn’t know him and this was getting intensely hot for him as he got to watch his amazing wife and the man she was with—who wasn’t Steven. She disappeared for a short while and Matt’s phone buzzed. On it was a picture of a beautiful woman in lingerie lying on a bed. An accompanying caption read, “You’re more of a man being confident to share me. You know that no-one, no matter what, can take your place.” He couldn’t help but think of Steven and snort, but she was obviously asking a question. He spotted her again, with the same man who was clearly her type. She disappeared once again, and once again Matt’s phone buzzed. This time it was a picture of a naked woman, who was getting ploughed from behind by a huge cock. The caption was, “There is no powerful aphrodisiac than a little competition. And your wife sure loves it!” When she finally came back to her husband, pulling her partner by the hand, Jules’ slightly down-turned face and pouty lips silently repeated the question. The pounding of the room, was now a pounding in his veins—and it had nothing to do with the music or the drink.

Leaning into her he said as privately you can, when there is no way to whisper, “Shall we get a room at the Sheraton?” It was the most famous of the hotels close by.

“Ooh, yes,” came the reply. Matt wanted to be safe and it was such an amazing evening he thought, “Hang the expense.”

Once in the hotel room, it was as hot a session as Matt could remember. Jules had done a slow, sexy tease for both her new paramour and her husband. Then, she had concentrated completely on her new conquest. “I saw, I conquered, I came,” Matt thought with a smile. They followed the typical sequence of starting with oral to get charged up. Jules was the initial recipient and before she came, she stopped and sucked on the large member between the man’s legs.

She looked at Matt at one point, removed the long shaft from her mouth and pumped it while she said to her husband, “It’s a really nice one, isn’t it?”

Then she moved up the man’s body and paused to suck on his nipples. Matt knew it was a deliberate salting of his wounds. It was a trick she’d picked up with Steven and later used it to great effect on Matt. Here, the intimate, special act was being done on a handsome stranger. Matt felt his pulse in his temples. Jules then sat on the man’s lap while she stroked up and down his thick tat-sleeved arms and gave him long, tongue-action kisses. Matt’s breathing was even more labored and he remembered the line, “Watching them kiss is even harder than watching her suck his cock.” Then that huge dick penetrated Jules as Matt was consumed with lust and misgivings. A stranger was having the ultimate intimacy with Matt’s wife and she looked like she had never had sex before. The action of his wife and her conqueror/conquest quickly had him sweating and beating himself off. He tried to edge, but the intensity pushed him over the cliff well before he wanted. With the sudden release he could really appreciate the situation. With a shock he realized: Jules wasn’t going to cum. Everything was just as she needed and wanted, but it was clear to her husband that there were issues and at the end she was only going through the motions. The conquest didn’t notice at all. One young man was going to long remember a night with an incredibly hot chick. It was like old times…but the way she reacted, wasn’t.

Later, once alone in the huge bed, man and wife were consumed with each other. Jules, clearly unsatisfied and hot, rubbed her declivities to a shattering conclusion on her husband’s face, and then collapsed. She didn’t take long to recover and the two coupled and spooned off-and-on until morning.

At first light, Matt could finally ask, “Something was wrong last night. You were so into him, but later, I could see you weren’t enjoying it as much and didn’t cum. What was about?”

Sheepishly his wife replied, “It was exciting, but in the end, there was just no connection. I need to feel a connection.”
“But we used to do this and you really enjoyed it.”

She brightened, “Did you enjoy it? It was really for you. I could tell you were so hot about it.” Her sheepishness then turned to shyness and she said, “Now, can I have my turn? Can I have something?”
The next evening, Matt was shocked as he looked at the tired image of Mel on his screen. He had the time to himself to make the call to the west coast since Jules had said she’d be late…with Steven.

“Things OK?” he asked Mel with some alarm.

“The hardware holding Mom’s leg together broke when we were out walking,” she replied, clearly holding back tears. “They’re going to operate again to replace the hardware and try something new to try to make the bone heal. They say they’re fast-tracking her, so it will be done in two weeks. One of the emergency doctors is concerned and wants to figure out why a woman Mom’s age can’t grow bone.”

“God…I can’t imagine. Anything I can do?”

She gave a brave smile, “Thanks, just you asking that question helps. Besides, I hear you’ve got plenty of problems of your own.”
“Did Mick say something?”

“Yeah, he called a few days ago and happened to mentioned something about a questionable trade.”

“Questionable is putting it lightly.”

“How’re things at home?”

Matt stiffened. “Oh, you know. Nothing’s really changed. Except I think she has another playmate.” Quickly changing subjects, Matt asked, “Hey! How was that date?” He wanted to know…and he didn’t want to know. It depended on the answer.

“Ugh. He showed up in a penis car and it was downhill from there. Poor schmuck, I met his sister who’s great, and I’ve been spending time with her. Oh! I got a call from one of Bill’s old friends!” She really lit up with this news. Bill had been the man she would have married, if they hadn’t been so different in their goals for having a family. Conspiratorially she continued, “Blair was Bill’s best friend and I think he would have made a play for me, if hadn’t been for Bill. It’s pure coincidence that he’s turned up in Vancouver. We’re going out this weekend.”

“That’s great you can spend some time for yourself.”

“Yeah, Mom insisted I go and said she’d be fine for an evening. One of her friends is going to sit in with her.”

If it was possible, Matt’s gut hurt even more and he didn’t hear the condo door being softly closed. But he also hadn’t heard it open before that either. Out in the hall, someone made a phone call.
A little earlier, Steven Spears had decided he’d been patient enough. Julia, the woman he’d told he loved, had been jerking him around. She’d been spending more time with her cucky-boi husband. Sure, Batty Matty was nice enough. And, yeah, he’d had that article written in CONNECT about his work. Sure, geeks can have their time, but shit, what kind of MAN lets someone else fuck his wife? And oh what a fuck she was too. A beauty like that deserved the right kind of man. That’s why he’d taken her to see his family. Mom and Dad were even more in love with her than he was. And sure, it must be love he felt. He might have made a mistake taking it out on her and criticizing the job she did and putting extra work pressure on her. But, she needed to learn.

“Julia!” he called out the office door. It was a bit past normal quitting time but he knew she’d still be there.

She came in and he told her to close and lock the door.

“Do I really have time for this?” she asked, clearly annoyed. “You want that presentation by the weekend.”

“Let’s work on something else together,” he said with a wolfish grin. This was right out of something he’d read on line. Then he repeated, “Lock the door!”

She complied then he said, “Come. Sit here.” He pulled away from the desk and indicated his lap. At first she gave a resigned sigh, but then she couldn’t help give a mischievous giggle.

“Let’s say,” Steven said, “We’re working on a team-building activity. Managers need to make sure they build and manage their team properly.”

When Jules tried to sit on his lap sideways, he firmly turned her so she was in his lap and they were both facing the desk. The big monitor had been moved aside and scattered on the desk’s surface were a number of…puzzle pieces?

“I want you to put the puzzle together for me.”

“Okay,” clearly confused. “What is it?”

He reached to one side and put the box lid in front of her. It looked like a children’s picture of a fox in a green field.

“This shouldn’t be hard,” the woman giggled.

“Just wait,” the man replied. Then he reached under her short skirt and grabbed both sides of her pantyhose—which made him frown—and her panties. He always wanted her in stockings. The garments were slowly pulled down the woman’s legs. She giggled, kicked off her shoes, and helped pull the underwear completely off.

“Get started,” Steven growled. With a smirk, Jules complied, as people always do, on the outside border of the puzzle. Just before she completed the outline, she felt two hands move under her skirt and to her crotch. Work on the puzzle momentarily paused. As she started again, the hands moved with purpose between her legs.

It wasn’t a very challenging puzzle for an adult, but the distraction started to gain more and more of her attention. The gorgeous man, the one she had begun to feel should have virtually equal time and privilege to her body as her husband, knew how to pleasure her—in fact, knew how to pleasure her more than her husband did. One finger had teased at the entrance to her folds, while another gently circled around the nub at their apex. In no time the fingers were slick.

Once the border was done, she stared to bring all of the fox-color pieces together and to put the animal together. She worked at that fairly quickly until the one invading finger became two fingers and the circling finger started a direct tickle. She sharply took a breath. After a short while she somewhat adjusted to the new stimulation.

Once the fox was complete, the green field began to be filled in. That’s when the fingers withdrew. The woman gave a soft whimper. She was lifted slightly and there was some unbuckling and unzipping and some wrenching under her bum. Knowingly, she giggled. Then she felt a warm firmness, like four fingers glued together slide up between her thighs.

“The puzzle,” was growled in her ear. She went back to trying to figure out the green pieces, but below her conscious brain, the ancient, animal portion that couldn’t be controlled, was starting to make her hips move. They rocked and lifted and she wiggled. Once she had succeeded in getting her folds to touch and kiss the warm firmness, she began a slow, rhythmic rise-and-fall. It was slow, and it was almost imperceptible. The green pieces were slowly coming together, but they seemed to be getting smaller and more complex. It was harder to see them and to move them around.

Then she was lifted up and with a sigh she sank down and she felt that familiar fullness in her body. Forgetting the puzzle, she began a longer-stroke rise-and-fall. She was lost in a familiar, euphoric haze with her head thrown back, when she heard again, “The puzzle!”

That brought her back to the work in front of her. The pieces looked a bit bigger and simpler again and they were easier to move. As quickly as she could, with her body aching to make love to the cock that filled her, she worked on the green field, then the bits of blue sky. As she was finishing, she heard a growl behind her and Jules was lifted up and slammed down on top of the puzzle on the desk. The man invading her most intimate parts stood up and began a forceful pumping.

Then a surprising thing happened. Jules mind became detached from her body. She looked at the puzzle close up. The untamed fox, completed earlier from the rest of the pieces, was sitting alone above the rest of the picture on the desk. It struck her how the figure seemed imbued with a certain power…and how female it looked. It was a figure of feminine power, enormous power—and not masculine at all. Then she suddenly and unwillingly thought of another mixture of power and femininity: Ada. With an odd feeling of wonder, she reached out as she was being pushed forward-and-back by the pumping man. Picking up the completed fox, she slid it into the open green space. The powerful femininity of the animal penetrated the open, inviting space of green-colored nature on the puzzle. That thought pushed her body over the edge and she spasmed and pulsed and gripped the warm invader in her body.

Gasping for a moment, she looked again at her surroundings…and remembered the presentation that was still due by the weekend. Shit! She didn’t have time for this. She looked over her shoulder at the man still pounding into her. It was becoming uncomfortable and she was now impatient for this to end.

“Can you finish?” she flatly asked.

That’s when the man behind her slammed full into her body and she felt the flood of life-starting force flow deep within her.

The two people panted, joined for a number of minutes sprawled on the desk. Under Steven, Jules looked at the part of completed puzzle she could see—it was too close to see it all—and it came to her: “That was purely a physical reaction. And it wouldn’t have happened without....” And she willed herself away from completing the thought. But looking at the man over her shoulder who was smiling down, she knew something had changed.
Some days later Matt was heading to the kitchen island in their rented-condo to eat with his wife when he paused. He hadn’t noticed it before but carelessly-dumped on the couch was a shrink-wrap framed picture with an attached note. He carefully peeled the tape holding the note off the plastic and read, “To J, A token of the Great Work we do together. Love, S”

The picture looked sort of like a child’s drawing of an untamed fox in a green meadow. Looking closer, Matt saw all the lines and realized that the picture was actually a put-together puzzle. Frowning, he walked over to the kitchen and slid onto a stool at the island. Julia was just finishing prep on a fast meal and there were two glasses of white wine sitting there. One was mostly empty.

“What’s with the puzzle?” Matt said to his wife’s back. She stiffened noticeably.

“Oh,” she replied without turning, “That’s a reminder of something Steven and I did together. He’s been reading up on ways to increase individual concentration and to build up the team.”

Matt snorted. “How much more of a team does he have to be with you?” He immediately regretted it. His wife turned around, put down two plates, scooped up the near-empty wine glass, drained it, and then refilled it from the almost-empty bottle.

“Please don’t start,” she said, then took a sip of wine, sat down across from her husband and gently reached over and took his hand. “You know that you’re my husband and no one will replace you. We started with Steven together and at your urging, I…” She paused. “…I got so close to him. He’s special to me.” She gazed hard, yet affectionately into her husband’s eyes and squeezed his hand. Then she looked down, grabbed a fork and began to eat as she nonchalantly said, “I love both of the men in my life.” Then she looked up at Matt again, “I’ve got something special planned for later.”

Matt tried not to snort and referring to Steven asked, “Does it include someone else?”

His wife paused mid-meal. She sweetly smiled, and replied, “As a matter of fact it does.” As she positively twinkled she said, “And it requires getting naked.”

Dinner was a quiet affair and Matt was sure Julia was watching the clock. Partway through the meal, she opened another bottle of white to refill her glass; Matt’s was still mostly full. Once they’d cleaned up, Julia disappeared to the shower and Matt picked through the news media. Sometime later, she reappeared and Matt was surprised. His wife was dressed in a diaphanous cloud of wispy pink material. As the light played on it and through it, her body was simultaneously outlined and revealed. The effect on Matt was immediate as his dick became instantaneously rigid.

“Wow! Where’d you get the amazing body, you incredible outfit?”

Jules giggled and replied, “Let’s say Ada had a hand in it.”

“IN it?”

“In it, on it, and let’s leave it at that.” She slid into her husband’s lap and started kissing his lips. It didn’t take long before Matt was beyond kissing and stood up. “Are you suggesting something Mister?”

“Nope. I’m demanding!” He laughed and pulled her toward the bedroom. Once there, Julia had him stand by the bed and slowly undressed him. She took time to nibble and suck each part of her man that she uncovered. Then they stood by the bed and made out while Matt, if possible, got himself hotter by caressing his wife’s body through the gauzy material while she worked a hand between his legs.

Matt was almost beyond the point of no return when Jule’s phone went off. She peeled herself from her man, reached over and checked it, then leaned into him and whispered into his mouth, “I’ll be right back. You lay on the bed, Baby.” Matt immediately fell backwards and sprawled onto the bedspread.

Jules was out of the room very briefly and when she returned, she walked to the side of the bed away from the door and crooked her finger to gesture Matt toward her. With a hand either side of her husband’s face, the woman pulled and turned until he was front-down on the bed with his face crotch-high to his wife. Kneeling down, Jules continued to hold Matt’s head and kissed him deeply.

Then she whispered, “Would you like to see me with someone?” Matt nodded.

“Would you like to see me with a woman?” Matt vigorously nodded again with a groan.

“Would it be hot to see her kiss me?” Then she kissed him and he groaned into her mouth.

“How about seeing her eat me?” She stood up and presented the triangle between her legs, covered in the wispy material, to her husband. She was so close, he could smell her sent. He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her hips, pulling her forward and burying his face in the amazing body.

Matt then felt weight descend behind him on the bed.

Jules then whispered, “Then, would you do something for me?”

She pulled her sex away from Matt and kneeled in front of him again. In a voice that softly breathed on his face she repeated, “Would you do something HOT for me?”

Matt felt the weight shift on the bed and felt the warmth of skin touching his. The weight and warmth moved onto his back and pressed against him.

That’s when he felt something warm and rigid line up with the crack of his ass.

He pulled his head away from Jules and looked over his shoulder. Originally wanting to see a woman, but now expecting to see Steven, he was shocked to see a man he’d never seen before. Looking back at Julia he almost shouted, “No!”

His wife pulled back as if slapped, “But you want to see me with another woman.”

“Jules, stop, this isn’t me.”

She put her face to his again, kissed him then with a little-girl pout she said, “Don’t you want to make it hot for me too, Baby? You watch me get fucked all the time. It would be so hot to see you get fucked too. It’s like he’s the real man here. He’s strong and such a stud that we both submit to him. Watching his strong ass muscles flexing while…”

Matt struggled against the weight on his back. “No, I can’t do this. Julia, this isn’t something I can…” And he was lost for words.
Julia’s pout vanished as she pulled back and seethed through her bare teeth, “But YOU want ME to do something like this for you!”

Then completely losing her composure, she pulled back and slapped her husband loudly across the face.

Matt was far more shocked by the noise than hurt. The weight suddenly came off him and a man said in a foreign accent, “Julia, he did say ‘no’. This isn’t right. No is no.”

Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Jules jumped to her feet and put her hands to her mouth. She was horrified that she’d hit her husband. Then she turned and ran to the bathroom. Matt paused, looked at the other man, grabbed something to cover himself and ran after her.

“Jules!” He knocked on the door. “Jules!” he repeated not knowing what to say.

The door flew open and Julia had pulled on the clothes she’d obviously taken off before her shower. She no longer had that wild look in her face. In fact, she looked disturbingly calm. Reaching up, she soothed the red side of Matt’s face.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It must have been the wine.” Then her eyes suddenly went hard again. “See you later.” Then she pushed past to the front door.

Bewildered, Matt asked, “Where are you going?”

“Sorry, Baby. This got me feeling so… I need some…help.” And she left. He knew where she was going.

Matt peeked into the bedroom to see the man now in his boxers, sitting on the side of the bed. The man stood up. He was tall, clearly very fit and well-muscled. Holding out his hand he walked over to Matt and said in a French accent, “Hello. I’m Alexandre. Julia and I met through Adrianna—I work with Adrianna’s brother, Normand. Look, I want to apologize. I was under the impression that you were into what she had in mind. And that alpha-dog, uber-male shit just makes my blood boil. I completely agree that masculine men are sexy, but people aren’t wile animals. We’ve also learned a thing or two called ‘culture’.”

Matt awkwardly shook the proffered hand.

Alexandre looked Matt up-and-down and continued, “However, if you would like to try something, I am certainly interested. A warm body is a warm body after all. Or that’s how I look at it. The hidden homophobia gets me too especially the use of 'gay' as a slur. And there's the hypocrisy. Who's the 'gay' one? The guy getting it from either end or the guy turned on enough to cum in another guy? If you’d like, I can…use my mouth on you. No obligation on your part and I will guarantee you’ll like it.”

Matt, was beyond awkward. “Uh…no thanks.” He looked down. In the pause, he desperately tried to think of something else to say. Eventually, he shrugged and said, “Can I get you a coffee or something?”
The knock on Steve Spear’s door was as loud as it was unexpected. When he opened the door, Julia Adams flew at him, plastered her body to his and began to ravage his mouth with hers. He lifted the woman and she instinctively wrapped her legs around him. Closing the door, he walked her to the bedroom, dropped her onto the bed and immediately pulled his t-shirt over his head.
“No idea what got into you, Sweetheart,” he said. “But you came to the right place.”

In no time his ripped and naked was on top of the still-clothed woman. He knew her body so well that even fully clothed he had her panting and ready for him in no time. As he slid his hand into her sopping panties he asked, “Did you like my present?”

Julia was panting as she gripped his iron member, and she remembered. She remembered the office. She remembered the fucking. She remembered the puzzle. And she remembered the fox. Her mind paused. Then she remembered the presentation she worked her ass off for. It was the one Steven still wasn’t happy with and she needed to get it finished by the day after tomorrow.
For Julia, everything stopped. She looked at the man on top of her. Her juices dried up.

“Ow!” she said. “No.” The fingers were now hurting her. “Ouch….no…something…something’s not right. Stop. Stop. Just. Stop!”
She managed to wriggle away from the man as she pulled his hand out of her clothes. With her other hand, she touched a finger to his lips.

“Shh,” she said. “Shh. Let’s just do you, Baby.”

Minutes later, the man’s penis exploded in the woman’s mouth. Almost instantly she was up and into the bathroom. Not long after, she came out and briskly walked to the front door.

Steven jumped up yelling, “Whoa!” Ignoring his nakedness, he ran down the hall after Julia to the door with his dick comically bobbing like some blind-man’s cane. “Where are you going?”

Julia paused. She looked at herself in the mirror beside the door. Reaching into her bag for a tie, she pulled her hair up and fixed it in place. Then she turned to him and said, “I’m going to find someone who can actually give me what I need!”

The door-slammed loudly, rattling down the hall.
Text: “You home?”

There was a pause.

Answer: “No wll be in 20”

Text: “Cn I cm ovr?”

The immediate answer was: “Of course”
The knock on Adrianna Charlès door was expected. However when she opened the door she didn’t expect the way Julia Adams flew at her, plastered their bodies together began to ravage her mouth. She lifted the smaller woman, who instinctively wrapped her legs around Adrianna. Closing the door, the tall French woman pulled slightly away.

“Someone’s been a bad girl,” Ada said. Then, she managed to flip the smaller woman over her shoulder and with a free hand smacked the ass.

“Ow!” screeched Jules.

Ada yelled, “I’ll give you more of that!”

Soon Ada was sitting on the couch with Jules over her lap, bare ass up.

Smack! Was the sound of hand-to-ass.

“Ow! Aduuaaaah!!!”


The French woman calmly asked, “What have you been up to?”

With no reply there was another smack. Then like an ironic slow clap, there was slow slap after slow slap.

Jules, grabbed a throw-cushion and bit down on a corner. As her behind warmed, Julia was surprised that something else warmed up and began to get wet.

The slapping stopped momentarily and Julia heard, “Now, you’ve done it!” There was another loud SMACK! But then, the hand started a soothing, circular motion on the reddening buttocks. The moisture began to flow from the damp region even more quickly.
Then the hand moved and the fingers slid between the crack and into the wet region.

Jules groaned.

The fingers then began a rhythmic in-and-out, very slow. After a while, they retreated. Julia groaned in disappointment, but the fingers slid across the wet opening right through soft folds. Julia now groaned in appreciation.

The fingers continue a slow dance for some time. They altered entering and circling the wet folds with a brush or a tickle on a hard nub. Sometimes there was one finger, which made a circular motion inside Jules and concentrated on a section of one wall. Sometimes there were many fingers giving a completely different, full feeling. Then the outside slide-and-circle on the nub would happen again.

In a fog of bliss, Jules lost all track of time. Her entire universe had collapsed down to the warm folds between her thighs and the pure pleasure that sped and dumped euphoric chemical signals into her brain. She had never felt anything like it before. There was nothing else in all of existence except Ada’s fingers giving a smoldering-volcanic ecstasy to Julia’s cunt.

Julia had no idea how long it went on. She couldn’t count orgasms because she had no idea where she herself began or whether orgasms actually started or if they did, where they ended—or if they truly stopped. Space and infinity spread out before her.
Eventually, she came to, face down on the couch over Ada’s lap. The pillow under Julia’s face was soaked in dribble. A hand was soothingly circling her buttocks.

Pulling herself off, she twisted slightly to look at the beauty who had just sent Jules on a journey to who-knows-where. Eventually, Jules got off Ada and unsteadily kneeled in front of the other woman.

Jules hoarsely whispered, “What have you done to me?”

She was rewarded with the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. “Less than you deserve,” came the answer.

Jules reached up and touched the side of the beautiful face. Then a thought came to her.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered in awe.

The face came right up to Jules’ and beamed.

“Very well, but remember, it’s just like push ups,” said Ada. She moved even closer to Jules and as she gently rubbed their noses together, said, “It only counts if your nose touches.”

Jules felt Ada lift up and then she was soon cradled in the other woman’s arms.

“I think this is appropriate,” Ada beamed at Jules. “Since we’re consummating our relationship, I will carry you over the threshold.”

Jules leaned back and spread out her arms as she drifted on a cloud, being carried through the door of the bedroom. She had a contentment she couldn’t remember. With a giggle, a thought went through her mind: she was going to start off with an Australian kiss. The evening spread out from there like a smooth, warm sea under a full moon. Jules wanted it to never end.

But, all things must end. As she waited for Ada to come out of the bathroom, Jules looked around the expansive condo. Wondering what belonged to Ada and what was rented, her eyes stopped on a picture on the piano. It pulled her like a magnet and she walked over and picked it up. She stared at it for minutes.

Julia was still looking at the photograph when she felt an arm go around her right waist. A hand then gently grasped the left side of the picture frame. Jules let that side go and slid her arm around Ada’s left waist and the two women were joined at the hip, holding the picture together.

Jules turned and look up at the other woman’s profile. A tear was sliding down the cheek. With palpable heartache, Jules turned back to the picture and leaned her head on her lover’s shoulder. Her lover leaned her head back on Jules.
Matt was waiting for Jules in the condo, curled up in a ball on the bed with his gut feeling like it was ready to explode. He had gone for coffee with Alexandre to the foreign chain store around the corner. They had got to know each other and Matt had dropped his guard with Alexandre’s questions and had explained a bit about Steven.

Later, on the bed, Matt’s mind had been consumed by the AME trade. Then he envisioned a Go game board. On the 19-by-19 grid he imagined he was playing white. His white pieces were good things. AME was going to bring him enough money to get out of the condo, buy a house and start a family. Jules was another white piece. She was the out-of-his-league beauty who had married him. They were to start a family and she was leading him on a sexual-mystery-tour. Then, another piece was…Mel: a beauty of a completely different sort who connected with him on untold levels…and would make an amazing mother.

As the pressure in his gut began building to the exploding point, Matt then saw the black pieces on the Go board. In Go, you win by capturing territory and surrounding your opponent. The white was completely surrounded by black pieces which outnumbered his by at least ten-to-one. Old man Jacobs had told him how the widow-maker trade was so bad for business and a solution was required STAT! That put the AME piece in jeopardy. Steven and Julia were in love and she didn’t want to grow up. That put the Jules piece in jeopardy. Mel was thousands of miles away and trapped looking after aging relatives. Matt was ready for the next phase in his life. But.

He was losing everywhere on the board. He was losing everywhere in his life.

And the worst was yet to come.
“Sometimes you get what you want
“Sometimes you get what you don't
“Sometimes you get nothing at all

“You shot your love through my defenses
“And left me wide open
“Feels like my feet can't touch the ground (the ground)
“That's what you've done to me

“I'm a rocket to the sun
“I'm a heartbeat on the run
“That's what you've
“What you've done to me
“I'm a bullet
“I can fly
“When you kiss me
“I could die
“That's what you've
“What you've done to me (Done to me... to me...)”

Unread postPosted: Sun Apr 01, 2018 11:51 am 

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Great writing FreshStart! Excellent chapter. There’s so much happening here, I went back and reread the series.

In the last few chapters, I thought Jules was realizing she almost lost Matt and was trying to redeem herself. This chapter seemed like one step forward, two steps back for their relationship.

I can’t wait to see if Ada brings Jules and Matt closer, or if Ada pulls them apart. I do hope Steven gets dumped in the trash.

Jules’ texts/captions to Matt are hot, and I’m surprised Matt isn’t getting off on them. Maybe he’s looking for action on Jules part, not just words.

And then there’s Mel. Matt obviously loves Jules, but is he happy? He needs to figure things out soon, or it’ll be too late.

Unread postPosted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 5:54 am 
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Love it FreshStart! Nice creative story. Please keep it going.

Unread postPosted: Tue May 01, 2018 7:06 pm 
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Location: Between a rock and a hard place
Fresh slid out of the booth of "Joe and Aggie's Cafe" in Holbrook AZ. It was the same booth in a picture the owner had shown him. The one with Pixar's John Lasseter drawing one of the cartoons--now hanging on the wall behind the cash--which were drawn to thank Joe and Aggie for being the inspiration for the characters Stanley and Lizzie in the movie "Cars".

Steve Gallardo, the current owner and son of the two late founders, intercepted Fresh at the door.

"Remember what I said," he beamed. "Check out our railway station, where they shipped out Geronimo, and the old 'Bucket of Blood' saloon across the road. The wall has a sign explaining the name. You already saw the 'Wig Wam Motel' from "Cars", right?"

Fresh nodded back.

"Great. Here, have a bumper sticker." He then looked at Fresh's attire and chuckled. "OK, so put one on your helmet. Here have an extra for your car!"

Fresh thanked the friendly man and paused for a moment. He was holding yellow stickers. But he relaxed when he saw they only had the name and contact info of the cafe in red lettering. Once outside, Fresh mounted the big burgundy Honda, ran through the "k-n-i-f-e" starting sequence and smoothly pulled away.

It was only later in the day when he was rearranging things that he noticed the folded yellow paper between the bumper stickers.

He sighed and read:

"Sorry took so long to read thru.

"Loved alot about the story like bossman calling Jules "super crotch".

"Liked the way the frenchie went about fulfilling his husbandly duties. Really liked the puzzle fuck. That was pretty creative.

"So a problem with hermes a problem with Steven and a problem with Mel. Your story becomes more complex and I like it! Dam good story dude!

"Pour yourself a good one! Cheers from here.

'Wondering how jules is going to transition into her new relationship with Steve. And what will happen between the M&M's.

"I discussed this with another buddy and he wrote:
"Went back and reread the whole thing. The dialog in chapter two between Matt and Jules was perfect. He said he wanted her to end it with Steve, and she essentially said no. Then later, Jules brings Steven over and draws Matt back in - priceless.

"I'll be very interested to see where Fresh takes it from here.

"From what I read, Jules is very sure she’s in control, but she doesn’t know about Matt’s feelings for Mel. We now see Steven isn’t an emotional safe haven for Jules, just a booty call."
"Then he gave a suggestion of where you should take the story, but I won't give you that. I know you already have the ending written and you're working on the bridge.

"I assume you'll pick the story back up in a couple weeks when you have a real keyboard and no saddle sores.

"Steven Gallardo's a great guy, isn't he? Since you're doing a "Cars" slash Route 66 thing, remember to stop at the "Rock Cafe" in Stroud. Maybe try the famed Alligator Burger. Dawn Welch, the owner, was the inspiration for Sally Carrera in the movie. In El Reno, you have to have an El Reno fried onion burger. Catch Cadillac Ranch outside Amarillo and the funny VW Bug Ranch copy on the other side.

"Safe travels and maybe think about going vegetarian for a while when you're back. You're having too many burgers.

"Take that California trip
"Get your kicks on Route 66
"Get your kicks on Route 66
"And I'll meet you on Route 66
"Get your kicks on Route 66"

Unread postPosted: Fri May 11, 2018 2:25 pm 

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Just caught up on the story, reread all prior chapters. Great stuff, so interesting how the characters are developing. Looking forward to your next chapters.

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