Letters to my husband: Stella and Richard

[boobman987]

This getting very intense aardvarks.

Stella is obviously at ease with both Alex and Richard. Her preference to bed Alex frequently is pure exotica to Richard, yet they are together.

Once in the cottage, Richard will have the opportunity to have Reclaim sex with Stella thus giving his acknowledgement and approval of Stella’s exploits with Alex.

As Richard is now but a reluctant(?) voyeur to the burgeoning relationship between Stella and Alex, his close proximity will add spice to Stella’s sex life with Alex. When Alex is absent for work reasons she will have a willing substitute in the cottage and perhaps it’ll pique Alex’s imagination/libido.

Perhaps down the line sometime in the future they will become a wife with two ‘husbands’! all sharing the same bed.

[melani]

Hi Stella,
In letter 26 you wrote "...filling me and no doubt fertilising me" Is this what i think it might mean?
I agree with your other commentators: the writing is beautiful in how it captures the players' emotions.

[aaardvarky]

Hi Melani - what a lovely comment on the writing, and welcome to our little band of commentators. To answer your question it certainly does mean what you think it means.

[aaardvarky]

boobman987 - close proximity! You've got it!! Up to now the adventure has been a combination of fantasy and distance. Close proximity is a very different situation, n'est-ce pas! Will it introduce an element of 'reluctance' for any of our players? Is it remotely possible that Stella will want to sneak down to the cottage for sex? Tell me a little more about the 'two husbands', for I sense you are onto something there.

[subtoall]

It's the little details that tell. Richard's favorite whiskey and two glasses. Exquisite. Whiskey, the quintessential ingredient in masculine rituals cementing new agreements or understanding, e.g. toasting to a newly concluded business deal.

How I imagine Richard's arrival on the scene. As always, all significant direct communication with Richard continues to occur in the notes between Stella and Richard. Although when any of them are speaking in person, much is understood, if understated, through innuendo and implication. And actions.

It's a beautiful afternoon. Richard drives up (or ubers from the train station). As Richard exits the vehicle, admiring Alex's impressive house, noting Alex's obvious wealth and good taste, Stella and Alex exit the front door and come out to meet him. Stella greets her husband with a warm hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Welcome darling. We're so glad you're here. I'd like you to meet Alex."

The men regard each other cordially, shake hands. "Thank you for inviting me."

"It is truly my pleasure to have you here. Your lovely wife has told me so much about you, I've been eager to see you in person"

Richard compliments Alex on the beauty of his house and property. "Thank you. I've never been happier here. Collect your bags and we'll show you where you will be staying. Stella has worked so hard to spruce it up and we both trust you'll be pleased with the arrangements."

Alex leads them around to the back of the house where the small cottage lies. They enter and show Richard around the premises, making small talk. Eventually Stella gestures to the whiskey and suggests the two gentlemen get better acquainted over a drink as she has preparations to attend to in the house. She departs after meaningful glances at Richard and Alex, in that order.

Alex pours them both a splash of the whiskey. Richard toasts to something about new journeys and new horizons and a long and fruitful association. After a few minutes of small talk as they finished their drinks, Alex rises to leave. "I expect your wife is waiting for me upstairs now that you're here so I'll leave you to get settled. Afterwards, if you'd like, you can have a rest on that bench along the path you may have noticed on the way over here from the house. I sometimes enjoy sitting there to enjoy listening to the sounds of nature."

Alex then leaves and after putting his things away Richard pours himself a few fingers more of whiskey takes his drink outside to the bench and sits down to listen as Alex suggested. Indeed, the birds and the bees are putting on quite the concert. And shortly, Richard begins to hear wafting down from an open window upstairs in the house, the lovely tones of a woman, rising in volume, pitch and cadence, Stella, his wife, getting vigorously and thoroughly fucked.

[MustBeDenied2]

Beautiful note, subtoall!

I suspect that with all of the fan fiction in here, aardvarky is pressing on and feverishly rewriting drafts in order to keep us on our toes!

MBD

[aaardvarky]

MustBeDenied2 - I haven’t forgotten your questions. Yes, they will steer our story. I do like to engineer some Stella surprises, so nothing can be taken for granted. Incidentally, I adore your contribution. You get me thinking!

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 30
Darling Stella,
I have resolved to leave next week and have already started to pack a bag. It is exciting to think that I will see you after this time apart, which seems like an age. So much has happened. Dinner date, fantasy thoughts, overnight trip, extended stay - and now me driving for five hours to meet you in another man’s home, knowing that he idolises you and you share his bed. It is quite some concept to get my head around!

I have thought about your phrase,’should you and I make love’ in your last message. What should I expect? You have said that you wish to remain my wife. How might our future look? My reason for asking is more for reassurance than clarity, although nothing that I have said should take away my commitment to your freedom.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 31
Darling Richard,
I am so happy that we have a date for your arrival and I am looking forward to seeing you, as indeed is Alex. You ask about us, and how three in the marriage would work. My simple answer is that I do not yet know. Perhaps that is something we must explore during your visit?

What are your thoughts on our future? You are an integral to this adventure, and that fact should guide all our decisions. For reassurance, should it not already be clear from what I have written, let it be evident from the fact that throughout the journey, I have continued to share every detail that you crave from what I do, both of us experiencing the same events albeit in different ways.

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 31
Darling Stella,
You are right to correct me. Gazing into the future is a fool’s game - what it holds is destined to remain invisible until it happens. Guessing what might happen also defeats our focus on the present resulting in us neglecting ephemeral moments of sheer delight.

I read somewhere of a woman who took two husbands - not literally, as that would be bigamy, but certainly qualitatively. Both men knew each other and their ‘wife’ was present in both of their lives. They observed that the arrangement unfettered their future. What are your thoughts? Might you discuss this with Alex before I arrive?

[aaardvarky]

Letter 32
Darling Richard,
I was fascinated to hear about the woman with two husbands (making a change from the man with two wives), and was relieved that you were not inviting me to commit bigamy! Just how would this marriage work? How did these people arrange their days - and their nights?

In a previous reply you wrote about our arrangement, describing Alex as the giver, me as the receiver and you as the witness. Alex sees you as the facilitator. Is that how you regard yourself? Do you aspire for more than facilitating? You are presently embedded in exclusion. Is that something you wish to change?

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 32
Darling Stella,
I am so torn. My commitment to you is emotional, physical and sexual, that is why the time you spend with Alex is so conflicting of my feelings, raising an enormous erotic charge from your absence and the thrill of imagining my exclusion from what you describe. It is so complex that I am unable to rationalise it, but sufficient for me to experience the feelings it invokes.

Put simply, were you and I to reconnect sexually, might this burst our erotic balloon? Would it deprive you the intensity of your connection with Alex; and for me might it dilute the intensity of feelings that have excited me over the last few weeks?

We have been fortunate that your fantasies about Alex proved to be but a shadow of the reality you went on to experience with him. For me, is it possible that a satiation of my frustration may simply deprive me of my obsession?

[aaardvarky]

Letter 33
Darling Richard,
It took me an age to unpack your thoughts and feelings from your last message. I understand that you long for reconnecting sex with me, but that you fear that it may cause the feelings on which you have obsessed to evaporate.

Yesterday I told Alex about our messages about ‘the ledge’ - the high point on which we were both perched, way above a ravine, conflicted with fear of the drop but experiencing a burning desire to jump.

Whilst talking he asked me to put on the dress I had worn for the ball and to meet him in the hallway. Hand in hand he took me to his car and we drove out into the hills above his home. Although walking in heels was a challenge, he led me to the edge of an escarpment with a view out from an eyrie standing eight hundred feet above a sheer drop. He told me that this was the place he would come as a child to watch eagles fly.

How this did not inculcate the most immediate fear given my fear of heights, is impossible to say. I suppose I must have absorbed the moment, the two of us together looking out into the gathering mist that settled over the fields way below. The view was both terrifying and energising. Without warning he spun me to face him, simultaneously lifting me so that my legs straddled his waist. The dress billowed in the wind. Then and there without further delay he penetrated me, purposefully, swiftly and deeply. I sensed that I was suspended above the drop, secured only by his embrace. My head swooned; but quickly felt I would climax. From that moment the focus of my eyes was on his face in the sure knowledge that should he let go, I would fall to my death. I felt his arms sweating and slipping. Without warning it came for both of us. Me first, about to explode as if I were intent on ripping us both from the ledge. Then, in deliberate spasms he released. I felt him washing into me in waves. The more I grasped him the more intense was our orgasm. Only when the last ripple of pleasure had subsided did he step back to the rock face to hold me in his arms, saying ‘Tell Richard what has just happened, how it felt and what it means...I think it may answer at least one of his questions.’

[MustBeDenied2]

My, but don't you take us to new heights with each letter! Bravo.

But one cannot forever walk on the ledge, lest it's thrill become mundane.

Ennui is the enemy of the erotic.

MBD

[aaardvarky]

MBD - what precisely is Alex's message and to what question is it an answer? Is it just to do with Richard's question, or might it be the beginning of an assertion? Are we dealing with one addict, or three? Can you help me out to unravel these questions?

[FFDriver]

Aaardvarky - this thing timed out after writing a long one, so I'll summarize. It's apparent you're a maestro at "Cliffhangers!" (sic)

Alex and Stella meet Richard at the station. They embrace but her lips do not open for his tongue. "After we get home, darling," she whispers.

After dinner and dancing - with Alex - it becomes apparent to all that Richard's the husband while Alex is the lover.

Stella takes Richard to the cottage, undresses him and ties him to the bed. She pulls two condoms onto his erection, lifts her dress although he cannot see anything, and slides onto him... burying him inside her. "What do you feel?" she asks.

When he responds, "Nothing," she giggles and says, "and nothing is what you'll ever feel. This is the last time you'll penetrate me, or any woman, but admit it... aloud... this is what you desire most. Admit that the only thing better than getting it, is wanting it."

Stella promises her love forever, but admits Alex now owns her body. She's asked Alex to share every depravity with her, and leave no stone unturned. Only then, only after Alex has given her everything, will she return to their home.

Richard, in being forced to agree, also realizes... this is what he wants most.

Stella climbs off Richard and returns to the house. Stella leaves Richard unsatisfied and in a state of sexual tension he's never experienced before.

Once inside the house, Alex starts Stella down the long, endless, timeless path to her every desire....

[MustBeDenied2]

Alex’s message is that he can keep the three of them on the precipice for as long as they desire, that he is in control of the situation. Despite what he told Stella, he is orchestrating the next moves.

Or is he?

I wonder, though, about the relationship between Stella and Richard. There is so much more to a marriage than sex, but where is that routine, that normalcy, to be found in Alex’s cottage. Perhaps, if Alex had returned with Stella, there would have been room for both relationships.

This is why I see Alex as more sinister than Lars and Stella as less in control than L.

MBD

[aaardvarky]

MBD - that is so perceptive! Up to now we have felt that Stella orchestrates everything and that Richard and Alex are her facilitators. Might that be mistaken? How can their separation between the house and the cottage work for Richard? Laurence, Nina and Lars were pretty civilised. Perhaps we are to discover something different here?

[aaardvarky]

FFDriver - wow, you have some great ideas there, but will they translate to Richard and Stella. Does Stella have that capacity, least of all in relation to Richard? Finally, is it really Stella who is forcing the pace?

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 33
Darling Stella,
Your last message was so impactful. I pictured you both there and the intensity of feelings that must have coursed through your veins. I could almost smell his sweat and sense you sliding against his skin. I felt your fear and understood how it would take you to a new orgasmic level. Had you told Alex my comment about the jump where I had said that I didn’t want the parachute to open and break my fall, nor did I want the fall to end. I suspect that it was this message that Alex wished me to reconsider. Am I still in free-fall and do I want to remain in this droplet of time?

Packing the car and setting off feels like a first day at a new school with that heady combination of excitement and apprehension, not knowing what awaits.

[aaardvarky]

Letter 34
Dear Richard,
I am sorry we were not home when you arrived, but I had to stay back at Alex’s offices in relation to the Tempest Partnership merger. Make yourself at home and ask Alex’s housekeeper Lisa if you want anything brought over from the main house. She was Alex’s childhood nanny, she is a dear old thing albeit a bit deaf, but a great cook. In the meantime I have left food for your supper in your fridge, for we will be back late.

I hope you like the cottage. Although compact, it has everything you should need during your stay. I asked Lisa to make up your bed at the back so I can keep an eye on you from my dressing room!

Come over for breakfast around about nine…no make that ten, for Alex and I may need/want a lie in.
See you tomorrow.

[aaardvarky]

Reply to letter 34
Darling Stella,
I heard Alex’s car arrive and noted that you and Alex got back really late… and even later before the light went out in his bedroom, so I will delay coming over for breakfast until you ring me on the cottage phone. Is that ok?

I love the little cottage, so warm and snug here. I have walked around the gardens and especially love the old orangery full of tropical plants. It will make a great place to have lunch whilst staying here. What are your plans for the rest of the day? What is the news on the merger?

[aaardvarky]

Letter 35
Darling Richard,
Breakfast was fun, wasn’t it? And I am so pleased that you and Alex got on well. I had been worried about how things would be when you actually met for the first time. Is he how you expected him to be? Thank goodness you suggested delaying breakfast…a late night - and you know how Alex is in the morning. Sometimes I wonder whether he will ever run out of energy.

Do you like your little room at the back? I wrote that I had chosen it so that I could keep an eye on you, but really my motive was the opposite of that, as I suspect you have already guessed? Do you approve? Did you watch me last night as I closed the curtains, or were you already asleep and missed it?

Alex and I will be getting ready to leave at 6.30pm to meet with some of his work friends tonight, so I’m afraid it will be another meal on your own. We can catch up on the weekend all being well. I will ask Lisa to bring your supper over at seven.

[MustBeDenied2]

My Dearest Stella,

I implore you that while you are denying Richard his husbandly rights, please do not neglect him outright.

MBD

[aaardvarky]

MBD - as if that could ever happen! The conundrum is: how can Richard be accommodated? Not his turf or his house, taking into account his predilections and Stella's obsession. And of course, there is the question of Alex's intentions? Do we properly understand them...is it just hedonism with a new conquest?