The Labyrinth of Passion (romantic experiences)

by Charles Westmont

  It took a little while for the two conspirators to reveal the cunning. She held on to the bar half believing the scenario. Then she began laughing capturing both men by the neck and hugging their heads on her breasts. “You will pay for this Etienne,” she said giggling and she let them go. “OK Paul! let us have fun.” She lifted his head for an assertive kiss. Her two friends ordered drinks and the trio spent the evening exchanging and sharing memories.

  On the way home Etienne had to focus on the road on a foggy night. “Did you enjoy your evening,” he asked. He saw Justine with legs opened wide, heel on the dashboard and she was already taking her pleasure in the moonlight. She brought her fingers up and spread her honey nectar over his mouth and in his nose and said in a moan, “I loved most everything about it.”

  The poker game

  “Etienne,” Paul said on the phone, “David and Tim will be there on Thursday for that little game of poker”

  “Come for eight. And do not forget your money,” Etienne replied facetiously.

  “Do you want me to ask Flora to invite Justine over for the evening?” Paul asked.

  “No, Justine should be quite happy to stick around by herself. I think she took a fancy for your despicable person. You will get to know her better,” Etienne said.

  Justine insisted on wearing a black silk dress to welcome the guests. The three settled in front of the fireplace with a can of Heineken, while Etienne was placing the cards and chips on the glass dining table. When Etienne asked for a tabletop Justine, from the upper bridge, yelled that it would not be necessary. The boys were quite complimentary about the apartment.

  “I owe it to my talented lover,” Etienne said, and raising his voice called out, “Justine you will join us, the guys are dying to know you better.”

  What happened next, took Etienne by surprise. From his position, he could not see Justine walking slowly down the steps. However he could see the expression on the boy’s faces. The faces were displaying astonishment, nearing shock. He saw her coming around the stairway dressed with a smile, a dog collar, a leash and a gold chain clipped on her nipples and reaching to her love bud. She held the leash in her mouth. She walked to Etienne and handed him the leash. She stretched down at his feet, facing the boys. It took them a few second to surface from their coma. Paul applauded and Tim and David followed.

  After a minute or so, she stood proudly, bowed and invited them to the table. She went to the kitchen and came back with four fresh Heineken. She lowered herself on all fours taking the leash with her mouth. “So guys what do you think of my pet? Etienne did not need an answer.

  “One eye jack, king with the ace and a pair of natural seven wins the pot,” said David dealing the cards. The game had reached four rounds of dealings and Paul had won every hand.

  “Well dear fellows in sin, this may not be your lucky night.” Justine was watching the game from under the glass table. She was enjoying polite slaps on the butt. The players were becoming more daring.

  “This guy deserves a reward,” she murmured. Justine had been excited about raping Paul, since the evening at the bar. She crawled under the table and lowered Paul’s zipper. She released his penis and began sucking it in full view of the other players through the glass table top. Paul passed the following four deals, His eyes were shut while he enjoyed the molesting. David was busy watching the action. He lost his concentration and his money. Tim in full form and familiar with his partner’s scenarios won the next four pots. Paul closed his eyes and released in Justine’s mouth. She pulled out from under and went to the kitchen to return with four fresh Heinekens. “Justine you are not drinking?” said David. The other three looked away disgusted.

  Tim started the next deal. Justine was curious about his hidden treasures, since Etienne had told her about the size his device. After a cursory hand inspection, she wondered if indeed she could get her mouth around it. Her lips finally wrapped around the tip and her tongue fiddled with his sensitive area. The game had come to a pause. Etienne began fingering Justine’s exposed ass and pussy. She repositioned hard at work on Tim, David hand took the next shift fondling the offered butt to be replaced by Paul. Etienne saw his little pest accumulate pleasure and she came close to choking, when Tim released in her mouth.

  “Thank god that she is heavy duty,” he whispered. Justine collapsed exhausted on the carpet under the table before she could get to David. “You will get your turn sometime soon,” said Etienne to David, while he escorted his guests to the door. The group planned to meet assiduously every Thursday, hoping their card pet would be in attendance to provide services and attentions.

  Rose

  Etienne flew to Europe without Justine for ten days. Justine was doing volunteer work for Meals on Wheels and decided to stay behind. She had begun with a few hours a day to deliver hot meals across town. Soon, her visits extended to giving special moments listening and caring for her lonely elderly and handicapped clientele. “Since you will be returning in a short while, I will pass this time,” she suggested, helping Etienne to prepare his bag for the trip.

  She met Rose, a young neighbor, one morning. The young woman was strolling on rollerblades past the front door. They became friends in no time and they began to roll around town together. Rose was quite a beauty. She was tall and lanky. At 19 years old, she began to attend modeling school and was already appearing in fashion magazines. Her pretty green eyes emerged from a perfect oval face. She wore her brown hair like free waves over her shoulders. On occasions, Etienne had joined them, when he could escape the office early.

  The girls were sipping lemonade, chatting like two old ladies, when Rose confided to her. “You are very fortunate to have such a good looking and charming lover. From the first day that I saw him, walking through our garden, I was taken over by hot flushes, just to think about him.” Rose went on, “I am an orphan and was adopted by Monique and her lesbian lover Janine. Janine left us a few months ago. I do not think I am gay myself, but our home atmosphere and experiences made me quite shy with men. I have repelled advances from producers when my modeling career took off. Nearing twenty, I am still a virgin. I long for the arms of a man like your Etienne, but I fear approaching men that I do not know. Monique had some very bad experiences and her influence on me was very strong, from my early years.”

  Justine was feeling lonely. Etienne would return on the weekend and she could not wait for his arms to hold him. “Oh! and I nearly forgot his birthday next Tuesday. What would please the man, who has everything, on his fifty fifth birthday?” She was lying in bed, in deep thoughts, sucking her thumb. She was thinking of Rose’s confession the other day. “She is perfect! I can see Etienne enjoying her. Although girls are not my thing, I think I could even get in the play to keep her comfortable. I could add spice, to an already exciting dish,” and she let her mind wander.

  Justine invited Rose to come in for a drink after their regular roller outing. It was Rose’s first visit at the apartment “The place is so perfect,” she was elated. She ran to the piano and began to play. She stood and asked for a tour. She could not get over the red modular Italian bed. They returned to pick up a drink and sat on the terrace. After a casual chat, Justine presented her proposal for Etienne’s birthday present. From the first reaction on Rose’s face, Justine figured that she had made a mistake. Rose was blushing, but she was prompt to recover. “That could be wonderful, but…” Justine went on to explain that she would participate in the play. “It will be your call and nothing will happen that you do not want.”

  Justine could taste Etienne’s surprise, when he arrived from the airport and saw Rose sprawled over the large couch, covered in one of his favorite night gowns of Justine. Justine had taken the precaution of sharing a few B52 with her, to tenderize the pray. Rose avoided eye contact and smiled.

  “Welcome to our home,” Etienne smiled at Rose and he sat on the far side of the room. Justine did not want to waste the opportunity of the moment. She pressed Rose’s face between her
hands and began a long kiss, sucking her lips and invading her mouth. Rose was captured by the pleasurable sensation overtaking her body, after Justine turned her over, face down. She kneeled on the floor next to Rose and began kissing and licking her arms softly. Rose let herself go, eyes closed. Justine proceeded to graze the rear of her neck and began lowering the baby doll exposing Rose’s shoulders and her back. She let her lips and tongue glide down along her spine. She paused at the lower back her tongue flickering, before reaching her butt. Her teeth captured the minute pink string and pulled it down to her knees. Rose kept her eyes shut, but she began moaning her pleasure. Justine waved Etienne to approach. Justine began the return trip toward Rose’s neck. She pointed to Etienne to begin licking behind Rose’s exposed legs and thighs.

  From the response Justine did not hesitate to turn Rose on her back. Justine tongue was caressing her eyes, when Rose took Justine’s face in a long passionate kiss. Etienne was moving inside Rose’s thighs, approaching her pussy. He saw a brown silky mound covering the pink love lips and could not resist pressing his nose and mouth over it. A hand came down, pressing his head in approval. He felt the ripples over Rose’s body, when his tongue began wandering in the opening. Her finger slipped to her petal. He approached to suck her fingers and his tongue was quick to replace her fingers licking while he rubbed his nose in the silky mound. Justine pulled Etienne off and climbed over Rose. She rolled her body over Rose and renewed a kiss. Etienne moved his fingers inside Rose’s love mound in a wild dance. The duet moaning was extremely exciting and he had to stop his motion to delay ejaculation. After a long moment, Justine asked Etienne to lie on the sofa and she guided Rose to sit over his crotch. Rose began to rub over Etienne’s crotch, while he was kneading her breasts. Within seconds, she was screaming her pleasure. Etienne’s penis never entered her pussy.

  Etienne’s birthday

  In reality, Etienne was delayed and arrived late on the afternoon of his birthday. Standing at the airport arrival gate, Justine dialed their favorite Chinese restaurant for a special quiet dinner. The owner was happy to accommodate, but had only a small table left. The place was invaded by a Hong Kong business contingent, in town for a convention.

  They were lead to their place, squeezed between two large table occupied by noisy Chinese businessmen. “I apologize for the inconvenience, said the ‘Maître D’,” helping to turn the table.

  They sat beside each other. “You know how much I love being close to you,” he said kissing her cheek. One hand holding the menu that they were sharing, while the other was climbing between her thighs. To his surprise, she let his fingers enter her pussy.

  “Let us share a vegetable fried rice and a seaweed cucumber salad,” she said turning to kiss him. She placed her hand over his and pushed his fingers deeper inside her. Etienne ordered warm Saki.

  All hands were over the table for chinchin. The servings were laid on the table and Etienne let his hand down to her thigh, while his right was bringing food to his mouth. Sliding up, he found the space already occupied. He looked at her and found her exchanging glances with a few slanted eyes neighbors. She had turned slightly to face the next table, exposing her pussy aggressively mauled with both her hands. The audience, in silent observation, was focused on the exhibition. “You are not eating,” said Etienne.

  She did not hear a word. Her attention was captured by the intensity of her performance. The neighbors lifted their glasses quietly in a polite salute. Etienne could see her face acutely transformed. She was elated by her own seduction. He feigned to ignore her and her audience, giving his attention or part of it, to the dinner. He released his left hand to explore her insides, ignoring the observers and felt Justine erupting in spasms of pleasure over his hand and moaning for the pleasure of her audience. She quickly regained her composure and began eating the seaweed salad. “I am not really hungry tonight,” she let out between mouthfuls.

  Etienne called the waiter and ordered a coffee. Justine ignoring everyone, turned to Etienne and her lips insisted for his attention. Pulling away from the kiss, her hand surfaced from under the table and forced a coated sugar square in his mouth. “A taste of my first public performance addressing an international audience,” she murmured to his ear, her words accentuated by her tongue. Etienne could hear the animated conversation renewing at the next table supported by eyes peaking in their direction. “Let us go home early. I know you are exhausted from your long flight. We will have a brief love evening and fall asleep in front of a couple of burning logs.”

  They were entwined in an embrace making love softly. Justine had just completed her fantastic tale of the Rose affair. Etienne enjoyed her fantasy sweetened by the tenderness of her body, pressing on his. He heard “Happy Birthday my love!” just when he began to sleep.

  Moods

  “I will be out with Rose on rollers and then I will take the bus to my painting class around noon. Have a good day. Pick me up at four.” Etienne walked out of the apartment and saw Rose sitting with her head between her knees, on the steps next door, tying the laces of her rollers. Etienne saw her big green eyes smile at him. He smiled in turn and walked to the car. On his way to the office, he mulled over Rose’s attentions. “Justine is right, Rose would be an easy trick.”

  Etienne arrived early at the art center. Justine would be in class for another forty five minutes. He left the car to sit on a bench at the botanical garden adjacent to the art center. Canberra is home to some really stunning nature parks. “The botanical garden is the perfect haven to relax, he reflected. I must take Justine for a stroll at Lake Burley Griffin sometime soon. The lake is an ideal place to take out a boat or even join a lake cruise for dinner. She will enjoy the Captain Cook Memorial, a large jet spurting six tonnes of water into the air, a twin brother of the water jet of Lake Geneva, where we shared many dear memories.”

  He was reminiscing the birthday evening, her audacious performance at the restaurant and the mind blowing fantasy with little Rose. He wondered if Justine would have been jealous if he had sex with Rose. He remembered how jealous she became, when he exposed her to the scenario of Heloise’s visit to Paris.

  After recounting the story of his relationship with Heloise, he had pretended a few weeks later that Heloise had called from Melbourne. “She will be visiting Paris, we will have a drink with her for old time sake.” He decided not to say another word about Heloise, until he could figure a prank to shake up his lover. His mischievous scenario did in fact shake her up to the point that he feared for a moment that Justine was leaving him.

  He had borrowed a long black hair from the Portuguese cleaning lady. He placed the hair on a white towel in the bathroom in full view. He was lying in bed reviewing some papers, when she flew out of the bathroom holding the black hair. “And what is this? If I may ask. Did you entertain this Heloise in our room in my absence?” Her face turned dark red in anger and she raised her hand to slap him, then turned and walked to the door. Etienne had to use all his skills of persuasion to bring her back and attempt to convince her that it was a prank. “Even to this day, I cannot be certain that she believes me on this one. I know I would be jealous if the poker fantasy had ever happened. I would not feel good about another man making love to her.”

  “My Justine and I are blessed with a unique lover relationship. I keep confirming that she is my very special wild bird. I keep her in an open cage and she can do as she pleases. I would never think of restricting her, in any way. I cannot think of a time after we met, that I have looked at another woman with desire. She is everything that I desire. I think that she feel the same way about me.” He raised his eyes, “Thank you! for so much happiness.”

  She came out running to the car, showing her excitement, “Guess what? she shouted, slipping into the Camaro. Etienne seized her by the neck giving her a soft kiss. “I will be modeling for free tuition and I am entering a painting contest. I have a great idea for a triptych. It will be a surprise. You are forbidden access to my studio, unt
il I complete the masterpiece.”

  “I am not quite certain that the free tuition is the only reward for my Justine modeling nude, in a class mostly frequented by male artists,” Etienne was musing, lying on the bed, in an embrace. He was quite stimulated with the idea and was holding back his foreplay. “Are you thinking the same thing that I am thinking,” he asked her. She turned to mount over his crotch beginning a gentle trot. “Yes, if you are seeing me nude in front of the class.” Her voice was shaking with emotion. “You little whore,” replied Etienne. The words brought a loud climax, before she crumpled over him.

  What a dish

  The lover kept adding games and fantasies to their loving. A sure bet was to call her a whore, a slut, a bitch, and demand that she repeats the insults. She enjoyed seeing herself filmed on camera in full action, although she never watched the production. She loved being leashed nude under the dining table, hand fed by the master and whipped gently all over her body for dessert, because she was a slut.

  One evening, she insisted on offering her body as a serving dish for his dinner. She was lying on her back on the dining table. She had prepared a dinner that was a mezze of varied lukewarm plates and vegetable. She would place the food alternating between her mouth, her neck, her breasts, her belly button, her pussy, her thighs, even her legs and feet. She insisted on light bites, when Etienne was feeding himself. For dessert she came over the table with a bowl of cherries, a plate of whipped cream and a banana. She place cherries in her mouth and began a delivery in his. She covered her breasts with the whipped cream and had him lick them clean. She inserted the cherries in her pussy calling him for a foraging spell. She followed with a pealed banana lubricated in her wet pussy and plugged in her asshole for a slow retrieval.