The Temptress

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘How are you here?’ I uttered, as I shook my head in disbelief.

  ‘I cut my meeting short the minute you said he wanted me here and had my pilot fly me straight back.’ He put his free arm around me and pulled me against him, dipping his head to kiss me. I melted into his side as I wallowed in the bliss of the moment, just like the hippos we’d seen in the mud this morning.

  ‘Daddy, please come and see Max. He’s my favourite real elephant in the whole wide world,’ came Tristan’s pleading voice. Luc and I broke our kiss, as my bottom lip wobbled to hear Tristan say the word “Daddy” again.

  ‘I’d love to come and see Max,’ Luc nodded, happiness written all over his face. He lifted his hand and wiped my tears before tightly clasping my hand. ‘This is the best day of my life,’ he whispered as we walked together, as a family, just like all the other ones surrounding us.

  ‘I’ve heard that before,’ I laughed.

  ‘And you will continue to hear it, because every day with you just gets better and better.’

  We spent a blissful hour and a half together, with Tristan impressing Luc with his knowledge of the whole family of elephants at Whipsnade Zoo, he could be a tour guide he knew that much about them. When it was time to leave Tristan walked between us, holding hands with both of us, making my heart melt, Luc and I stealing glances at each other, as we sported the largest smiles of anyone around us. There was a dilemma when we got to the exit as to how we were all going to get home. My sports car only had two seats, Luc had come in a Mercedes too, but not his own, he’d hired himself a new driver called David for when he didn’t want to use one of his own cars. I convinced Tristan to go with his dad and handed over the child seat. I’d roared with laughter as the two clueless men tried to work out how to fix it in place and eventually had to push them aside and do it myself. Tristan was bouncing around he was so excited, I had a feeling he was going to sleep really well tonight. I strapped him in and kissed him goodbye and turned to face Luc.

  ‘Thank you for this, for trusting me with him,’ he nodded solemnly, showing me that he knew how important that small gesture was.

  ‘I know he’s safe with you and it will be good for you both to have a bit of bonding time on your own, but it’s David I’m trusting, with both of you. You’d better be a good driver,’ I warned him, he just smiled politely back at me.

  ‘I can assure you he is,’ Luc chuckled. ‘You think I would employ any Tom or Jerry to look after me, let alone my son?’

  ‘Tom, Dick or Harry,’ I giggled.

  ‘Who is Tom and Jerry then?’ he frowned. I smiled and reached up to touch his face, living rough as a child probably meant he hadn’t seen much television in his life.

  ‘A famous cartoon cat and mouse.’

  ‘Then no, not a Tom, Jerry, Dick or Harry. David is an excellent driver. We will see you in about half an hour back at your house?’

  ‘Yes, but don’t rush, I need to stop and buy a new picture frame on the way back and pick up the chicken and vegetables for lunch tomorrow.’

  ‘No food needed. I have plans for us to go out, all three of us.’

  ‘What plans?’ I asked, looking up at him surprised.

  ‘You will see, he is on school holidays now, oui?’

  ‘Yes,’ I confirmed.

  ‘Bon. See you in a while,’ he pulled me to him, clasping my face as he kissed me properly, with David discreetly turning his back and Tristan giggling in the car to see us in a lip lock. I felt my cheeks flush, this was all so new to him, to all of us, but he seemed to have really turned a corner. I enjoyed putting my foot down on the motorway, going a little faster than I did when I had Tristan in the car with me. Was this really happening? Years spent fantasising about seeing Luc again and the three of us being together and it had finally happened? I made it home, even with the pit stop for the frame, long before they did and had assembled it and left it lying on the bed just in case, then headed down to order a Cantonese takeaway to be delivered. No way was I cooking and missing out on time with my two boys tonight.

  We spent an amazing evening together, Luc and Tristan were so much more relaxed in each other’s company and we were all laughing as Luc tried to get my French pronunciation better and Tristan corrected his English. After dinner we put on Tom and Jerry cartoons for Luc to see. He sat next to me on the sofa with his arm around me and Tristan ran upstairs. I smiled as I heard his little footsteps heading in the wrong direction to his room. I knew exactly where he was going. He was extra careful coming back down, taking one step at a time, clutching the new picture frame tightly in his hands, like it was the next Mona Lisa. Luc looked at me with raised eyebrows, so I gave him a wink. Tristan handed me the picture and scrambled up onto the sofa, squeezing himself in between the two of us, making us shift a little to make room for him, which made us look at each other with a grin. Tristan held out his hands as he looked up at me seriously and I handed it over, letting him turn it the right way around before he looked up at Luc.

  ‘What’s this, Tristan?’ he asked, playing along, as if he’d never seen it before.

  ‘I drew it,’ he announced proudly. ‘They’re elephants.’

  ‘Beautiful elephants,’ Luc agreed. ‘Why are there three of them?’

  ‘This little purple one is me,’ Tristan pointed. ‘This pretty pink one is Mummy and this big blue one is you, Daddy.’

  ‘I absolutely love it, Tristan,’ uttered Luc, as much emotion in his voice as he had the first time he saw it. He bent down and kissed the top of his head, then took it off him to look at it closer as he squeezed my shoulder. I twisted my head and kissed his hand, then looked down to see Tristan was gazing up at him with a big smile on his face.

  ‘Who’s my clever boy?’ I asked, full of pride.

  ‘Me,’ he nodded seriously. ‘I need it back now please, Daddy.’ He held his hands out again and Luc passed it to him. We watched as he slid off the sofa and headed back up the stairs with it.

  ‘I think he just broke my heart,’ uttered Luc, as he leaned in to kiss me.

  ‘Mine too,’ I murmured against his lips, before clutching the fabric of his shirt as the heat between us intensified. We only broke away when we were suddenly aware of another body squeezing between us again, to find Tristan with his arm around Eric and his thumb in his mouth. He started to fall asleep, so I had to carry him up to get him ready for bed. I was just wiping the toothpaste off the corner of his mouth when he screwed up his face.

  ‘Will Daddy be here for breakfast?’

  ‘Would you like him to be here for breakfast?’ I asked, wondering if I’d ever be able to hear him call Luc that without it making my heart ache with happiness.

  ‘Yes,’ he nodded.

  ‘Then he’ll be here for breakfast, come on, you’ve had quite a day, time for bed.’ I called Luc up and we took it in turns to read to him, before both kissing him goodnight and closing the door.

  ‘So, alone at last,’ I smiled as I put my arms around Luc’s neck.

  ‘Hmmm. Would you mind if we went to bed as well?’ he asked, as his hands circled my waist.

  ‘You’re tired?’ I tried not to sound disappointed, but whenever he was around I just craved him and it had been too many hours.

  ‘Who said anything about sleep,’ he laughed, sweeping me off my feet into his arms and heading to my room.

  ‘Thank God,’ I moaned. ‘I thought you were too tired.’

  ‘I have been dreaming of fucking you since I left for Paris, but to be home, to see you in these sexy tight jeans that cling to that bottom I love so much, like a second skin, I want the dream to become reality.’ He carried me into my room and turned me around, so I could lock the door, which we’d got into the habit of doing just in case I had a little visitor in the night.

  ‘You’ve been invited to breakfast, no sneaking out in the early hours.’

  ‘I have? Mon Dieu, can this day get any better,’ he exclaimed, as he carried me to the bed. He was about to throw me on it
, when I quickly warned him to stop, spotting the picture back on the bed where Tristan had found it. Luc set me down and reached up to hang it back in its rightful place, as I made short work of discarding my jeans. He’d ditched his suit jacket and tie in the lounge when he’d arrived, and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, but even seeing him with a waistcoat showing off his slim waist and broad shoulders fired up all of my cylinders. By the time he was done, I was already down to my underwear. ‘It seems someone is impatient,’ he purred, as his eyes roved over my body in appreciation, while his nimble fingers soon made short work of his waistcoat buttons.

  ‘Beyond impatient,’ I confirmed, as I deftly unhooked my bra, letting it slide down my arms, freeing my suddenly aching breasts. He groaned as he looked at them, then ditched his waistcoat and pulled his shirt straight over his head, too impatient to unbutton it, as he toed off his shoes and socks. It was my turn to stare, his body was just perfect, how had I got so lucky to find him? My hesitation gave him enough time to rip down his boxers and trousers in one well practiced fluid movement, his heavy cock springing free while I still stood there in my knickers.

  ‘My body pleases you,’ he smiled, as he reached down to grasp his flexing erection in his hands, I just nodded, still speechless. Was it really only two nights since I’d seen it, run my hands all over it, my lips lingering on every inch of skin? I’d surprised him that night, by securing his hands together with his tie, as I’d spent my time worshipping his body for once, until he was begging me to touch him properly. I’d straddled him, riding him hard, with him protesting that he was the man, he was in charge. I’d proved how “unincharge” he was as I’d used my tight vaginal muscles to force him to come, despite him fighting it. Apparently no one had ever taken sexual control with him, it was always the other way around. I was determined that next time we went to the playroom at his house, I was going to take advantage of some of those ceiling hooks and the chains I’d seen in the toy chest, just like the ones he’d used on me our first night together in Paris. I was used to playing roles, Dominatrix was one I’d relish researching and surprising him with.

  ‘You know what your body does to me, don’t touch yourself, I want to do it.’

  ‘Then come and get me, ma belle, I have a craving for you on your knees, looking up into my eyes as I fuck your mouth. I’d like to come in your throat and have you swallow me, so I can take my time licking your sweet little cunt, then making love to you all night. If I attempt it now, I fear I will come too soon as I am too desperate for you.’

  ‘So, making love, not fucking,’ I observed, as I tiptoed sexily towards him, freeing my hair from its ponytail and shaking it loose around my shoulders.

  ‘I am feeling in a loving mood tonight, after such a perfect day,’ he grinned, watching my breasts gently wobbling as I made my way to him. He released his cock and grasped my face, kissing me forcefully, pouring all of his turbulent emotions into it, as I replaced them with my own. I was in a completely heightened state today. I broke away and lowered my head to kiss his throat and chest, playfully tugging on one of his nipples as he groaned and clutched me to him, while one of my hands reached down to grasp his shaft and squeeze. I suddenly released him and looked around in horror as I heard the door handle rattle and Tristan’s voice calling for me.

  ‘Shit,’ I mumbled, as I ran to the side of the bed where I’d dropped my clothes, quickly pulling on my t-shirt as Luc grabbed his clothes off the floor and fled, erection pointing the way to the bathroom.

  ‘Mummy, I can’t get in.’

  ‘I’m coming, darling,’ I called. I scooped up the rest of my clothes, quickly shoving them on my dressing table stool and took a deep breath, hoping I didn’t look too flushed as I unlocked the door. ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked. He pushed past me, Eric dangling from his hand, and made his way to the bed, clambering up onto it.

  ‘I can’t sleep.’

  ‘I only put you to bed five minutes ago, have you tried to go to sleep?’ I asked, putting my hands on my hips as I gave him a stern look. If he was really having trouble sleeping, which was rare, I let him sleep with me, but I had a feeling this was a deliberate ploy to spend more time with Luc and me.

  ‘I tried. Really hard,’ he nodded, then scrambled up the bed and inserted himself under the duvet, right in the middle of the bed.

  ‘Tristan McQueen!’ I gasped, still trying to ignore the desperate need for sex that had seemed so close only minutes ago. ‘You know getting in my bed is for emergency purposes only. When you’ve actually tried to go to sleep, not just pretended to, or when you’re sick. Are you sick?’

  ‘Maybe,’ he nodded, with a pout.

  ‘You little monkey,’ I uttered. ‘There’s nothing wrong with you is there! Have you come in here to spend more time with your daddy?’

  ‘Yes,’ he giggled, as he pulled the duvet up to his nose and peeked at me over the top. I looked around as Luc re-appeared, wearing a pair of low slung black pyjama pants and groaned in frustration. This was why married couples with children never had sex, it was going to be impossible now he knew we were sharing a bedroom.

  ‘What do we have here?’ Luc asked, as he put his hands on his hips and looked at the bed in surprise.

  ‘Someone’s “having trouble sleeping” which was code for “I want to sleep with Mummy and Daddy tonight.”’

  ‘Is this allowed?’ Luc asked as he looked over at me.

  ‘Yes,’ Tristan called, making him chuckle. He walked over to me and kissed me.

  ‘Let him, it’s been a big day for us all, this would be a nice way for him to end it.’

  ‘But sex,’ I mouthed.

  ‘Can wait, as long as this doesn’t become a regular thing, or we’ll have to sneak out every night,’ he grinned.

  ‘Why are you whispering?’ Tristan called.

  ‘Because you have big ears, like Eric,’ I called back. ‘Fine, one night, then you’re back in your own room unless it’s a real emergency, understood?’ I warned as I looked over at him.

  ‘Ok, Mummy.’

  ‘I’ll go down and make us all a hot drink, as all the lights downstairs are still on anyway. But once we’ve drunk it straight to sleep, or you’ll be tired tomorrow and we’re going out for the day.’

  ‘Where?’ he asked.

  ‘I have no idea,’ I replied, ‘maybe Daddy will tell you while I’m gone.’ I pecked Luc’s lips again and headed down with a sigh. As I waited for the kettle to boil I heard my phone ring and saw it was Dom on a FaceTime call.

  ‘Hey, what’s up?’ I asked as I answered.

  ‘What you doing? Fancy some company until Luc’s back tomorrow?’ he asked, then moaned as he rubbed his arm and turned to glare at someone off screen.

  ‘Move over, screen hogger,’ came Coco’s voice.

  ‘I’m trying to save my screen from cracking when it sees your ugly face,’ he retorted. ‘Even Stevie Wonder would scream if he was confronted with that first thing in the morning.’

  ‘You’re so nasty to me! Anyway it’s more like your ego that’s filling the whole damn thing. Your head’s that big someone’s likely to use a watermelon baller on it. Move over.’

  ‘No, my iPad, my face. Get your own with your new fancy salary, or get your new beau to buy you one.’

  ‘He’s not my new beau, I hate him!’

  ‘O Hunter, Hunter, talk dirty to me again! I’ve been dreaming of you laying me down on a bed of diamonds and rodgering me senseless, Hunter,’ Dom mimicked in a girly voice, making me giggle.

  ‘I don’t want him to talk to me at all, let alone dirty, coarse and vulgar things that he thinks are such a turn on.’

  ‘Told you, don’t knock it until you try it,’ I called.

  ‘I give it a max of a month before he’s pounding your shrivelled up lady parts, what about you, Lulu?’

  ‘Two months, I’m convinced she’ll cave, he’s seriously hot,’ I nodded.

  ‘I won’t!’ she retorted, indignantly. ‘Even Dom h
as more class than Hunter and that’s saying something. Move over will you.’

  ‘No!’

  ‘Tell him, Lulu,’ she moaned.

  ‘I’m not getting in the middle of your domestic,’ I laughed. ‘I’d have loved you to come over, but I currently have two men in my bed waiting for me to get back to them, with a little something sweet and hot.’

  ‘Ewww, I don’t want to know about any hot ménage unless it’s three guys and definitely not one that my little sister’s taking part in,’ uttered Dom, screwing up his face. He suddenly disappeared from view with a scream as Coco’s proud face appeared.

  ‘Ha, pushed him off the sofa, that’ll teach him. Who’s in your bed? What the hell’s going on? That’s not like you, you’re all crazily in love with Mr. Haw He Haw.’

  ‘Will you two stop with the mickey taking, even Tristan said it the other day!’

  ‘That’s funny,’ chuckled Dom as he reappeared, sitting behind Coco and sliding his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder and she rolled her eyes at me. ‘But I’m with Coco, you’re not thinking clearly.’