Eric takes a step forward. Amanda looks at us.
“I think . . . I think you’ve got it all wrong, sweetie.”
Determined to mark my territory, I put a finger on her prominent cleavage and hiss, “Leave out the ‘sweetie’ and all the other bullshit. Keep away from Eric, you bitch. Understand?”
“Jude . . . ,” Eric scolds me, incredulous.
Amanda, humiliated, picks up her things and leaves, but, before she does, she looks over her shoulder. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” she says.
Eric nods. She leaves, and I seethe.
“If you tell me you didn’t notice how that slut was coming on to you a few seconds ago, I swear I’ll pick up that statue on the desk and split your head open.” He doesn’t respond, so I go on. “That idiot was putting her tits in your face, and you were letting it happen.”
“You’re wrong.”
“No, I’m not wrong. You and Amanda get along so well, you don’t even realize it, do you? Well, great . . . let’s keep it that way! Next time I see Fernando, since we get on so well, regardless of what you think or feel, I’ll sit on his lap when I talk to him, or put my tits in his face. What do you think of that?”
“You’re taking this too far, Jude,” he says, obviously incensed.
“Bullshit!” I shout. “You’re the one who’s taken it too far.”
His pissed-off face says a thousand words. I know I’m exaggerating; I saw Amanda flirting, not Eric, but I can’t stop myself.
“You should have already cut things off with Amanda. I’ve seen how she looks at you, and . . . and . . . if I hadn’t been with you, you would have ended up throwing her down on the desk just like before, wouldn’t you?”
“If I were you, I wouldn’t keep going . . . ,” he cautions coldly.
“Aren’t you curious why she had to call you to the office at this hour?” He doesn’t answer. “Didn’t you see how she was dressed? She was just looking for sex. And you’re such an idiot, you don’t realize that, right?”
Eric still doesn’t answer. My words have clearly upset him. He picks up the papers Amanda left on the desk.
“There is absolutely nothing between Amanda and me. I’m not going to deny she still tries to seduce me, but I don’t pay her any attention and . . .”
“You asshole!” I shout, out of my mind. “You know she’s still trying, but you don’t pay her any attention. Great, Eric! Next time I see that Leonard guy whose car I fixed, even though he’s trying to seduce me, I’ll let him. Sure, no worries, I won’t pay him any attention even though he tries. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind, right?”
That infuriates him. He sticks the papers in his briefcase, and, not looking at me, he walks out of the office. I follow him. We ride the elevator down in silence. I follow him to the car. We get in and drive the whole way home without saying a word. Our jealousy and insecurity are killing us. When we get home and he puts the car in the garage, he goes into his office and I go to my room. I slam the door and sit down on the fluffy rug.
I’m fuming!
I look toward the picture window. All I can see is darkness. I turn on my laptop, look at my email, and talk to my friends on Facebook; the conversation relaxes me.
Hours pass, and we still haven’t spoken. Neither of us thinks about our brief conversation concerning marriage. The clock shows two o’clock in the morning, and each of us still has a sense of wounded pride. Suddenly, my email light blinks. I have a message.
Eric! With my heart beating as fast as it can, I open the email and read:
From: Eric Zimmerman
Date: March 6, 2013, 02:11
For: Judith Flores
Subject: I can’t go on without talking to you
Darling, I know you’re right about everything you said, but I would NEVER cheat on you with Amanda or anyone else.
I love you madly and passionately.
Eric. The asshole.
When I read it, a silly little smile settles on my face.
How did he already win me over with an email?
I’m tempted to respond. But no. I won’t. I refuse to give in so easily. Ten minutes later, he sends another email.
From: Eric Zimmerman
Date: March 6, 2013, 02:21
For: Judith Flores
Subject: Tell me what you want
Baby, the sincerity and trust between us are essential. The words “Tell me what you want, NOW AND FOREVER” encompass absolutely everything between us.
Think about it.
I love you.
Eric. A tortured asshole.
I smile again.
Of course, I can’t deny Eric has become more open and fun over the past few months. I want to answer, but my fingers won’t cooperate. Another email.
From: Eric Zimmerman
Date: March 6, 2013, 02:30
For: Judith Flores
Subject: Tell me yes
Do you fancy a glass of pink Moët & Chandon? I’m waiting for you in the kitchen.
Eric. A crazy, passionate, and tortured asshole.
I burst out laughing. I adore him.
More than a half hour passes. I read the emails like a hundred times, and a hundred times I smile. He doesn’t send another. My tummy rumbles. I’m hungry. I go to the kitchen, where I find Eric sitting at the table in front of the bottle of pink Moët & Chandon, along with Susto. The dog comes up to me and says hi. I touch his little bony head, and Eric looks at me. He knows I’ve read the emails and no doubt hopes I’ll take the second step.
I walk toward the fridge. As I’m about to open it, I notice my love’s body behind me. Every hair on my body stands on end. I don’t move. I don’t breathe. His strong hands wrap around my waist, and he holds me against his body. I close my eyes and lean back against his chest, and he murmurs into my ear, “I have no wish to be angry with you.”
“Me neither.”
Eric nibbles on my earlobe.
“I could never fall for Amanda’s games. I love you too much to lose you.”
His words are exactly what I needed to hear. I turn around. He cups my face with his hands and kisses my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my chin, and then he does what I like best. He sucks on my top lip, then the bottom, lightly bites me, and then dives into my mouth. He puts his hand behind my neck as I stand on tiptoes to reach his height. He takes me in his strong arms and doesn’t let me go.
“Now and forever. Don’t forget that, baby.”
I nod and kiss him again. I want him. That’s all there is to it. In each other’s arms, we head to our room. There, my love closes the latch as I take my clothes off, not looking away from him for a second. We make mad, passionate love for hours that night, sealing our commitment the way we do best.
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We don’t say another word about the wedding. I’m thankful for that. In spite of our love for each other, we are two titans, and when we crash into each other, it scares us both. I know Amanda went back to London because of Eric. The farther away from me she is, the better.
Simona and I continue enjoying Emerald Madness. I’m totally hooked on the soap opera. When Eric finds out, he makes fun of me. He can’t believe I’m addicted to something like this. Neither can I, but I love it nonetheless.
One afternoon, when Eric gets home, I’m working on my motorbike. When I hear the car, I quickly throw the blue tarp over it and leave the garage. I run to my room, but I wash my hands first. He doesn’t notice a thing. You can’t see where the motorbike is hidden, and even though I breathe a sigh of relief, every day it’s harder to hide the secret from him. My conscience tells me I’m doing something wrong. I’m torturing myself, but I don’t know how to tell him.
On Saturday night, Eric and I go to Nacht’s private party. I’m finally going to get to see this well-known swingers’ bar. Eric introduces me to Heidi and Luigi. Frida and Andrés come join us, and, a little later, Björn arrives with a lady friend. Enjoying myself, I’m having a drink when Dexter shows up.
“Goddess, you’re amazing,” he whispers in my ear when I lean down to greet him. “I’m dying to see you held down between two men.”
My stomach twists at the thought.
One drink follows another, and the place fills up. Everyone seems to know each other, and they chat comfortably. Eric asks me to dance. I accept, and we walk into a dark room with a faint purple light.
“I won’t let you go. Don’t worry.”
Michael Bublé is singing “Cry Me a River.” Eric kisses me, and I enjoy his closeness. We dance, almost in the dark. He’s getting turned on. I can feel him getting hard as he kisses my neck. Suddenly, I feel hands behind me. Someone is touching my waist. I can’t see the person’s face, but I quickly figure out who it is.
“Our song is playing, beautiful,” Björn says.
We dance to the beat of the music like we did that day at his house while I let his hands roam over my body. The song is sexy, exciting, and my two men drive me crazy. Eric kisses me and slides his hand under my dress, reaches my thong, and rips it off me.
“You don’t need it here,” he whispers.
I feel lustful. Hot.
At that moment, Björn turns me around, and my breasts are all his. He brushes his mouth along the neckline of my dress and bites my nipples through it. They harden instantly. Then his mouth is on my neck, my cheeks, my nose, but when he reaches the edge of my mouth, he stops.
He doesn’t cross the line; he knows he shouldn’t. Meanwhile, Eric lifts my dress and touches my behind in the darkness. He squeezes me against him. Björn, turned on, does the same. Eric turns me around again, and now it’s Björn who is squeezing my ass.
The dark room is jammed with people. The music changes, and now the voice of Mariah Carey singing “My All” fills the space. Björn’s hands disappear while Eric keeps nibbling on my lips. I can hear moans around us, and imagining what people are doing is turning me on even more.
“You get me so hot, darling. I’m so hard, thinking of how I’m going to make you mine right here,” my Iceman whispers.
Unable to see him through the darkness that surrounds us, I murmur, “I am yours. Do whatever you want with me.”
I hear his chuckle in my ear.
“Careful, baby. Hearing you say that is dangerous. I’m so horny tonight.”
“Me too,” I manage to say as I try to breathe.
“You’re my fantasy, sweetheart.”
Emboldened by his words, I grab his ass, pull him against me, and whisper, eager for what’s coming, “I like being your fantasy. What do you want to try with me today?”
Eric’s dick is rock hard against my middle. He’s still kissing me as we dance to the beat of the music.
“I want to see you with another woman,” he says. “I’ll look at you. I’ll watch you. And when your moans drive me to the edge, I’ll fuck you, and then I’ll have two other guys fuck you while I watch and fuck the other woman. What do you think?”
I gasp . . . and close my eyes.
I’m wet, and as I’m about to answer, I feel hands around Eric’s waist. They’re thin and well taken care of. A woman’s. I touch them, and I notice a big ring that feels like a daisy.
Is this the woman Eric wants to see me with?
In the darkness, I let the stranger rub against my love’s body while he kisses me. It turns him on to have two women around him, and it turns me on when he is, so I enjoy feeling how the stranger touches his erection. I take her hand in mine and make her squeeze his cock. We do it together, and Eric gasps.
We stay that way for a while, but Eric never turns around. He lets her touch him, but he stays, squeezing my ass, focused on my mouth. When the song ends, ignoring the other woman, we leave the dark room and enter another, different from the first.
I see Björn with the girl he came with. He and Dexter make her gasp while they both touch her breasts. Eric takes me to the bar. I look around but don’t see Frida or Andrés. We order drinks, and he pulls up a barstool so I can sit down. My love looks at me with affection and brushes his knuckles against my face as he says, “I love you.”
Soon after, a woman comes up to us, and Eric introduces me. “This is the woman who’s going to play with you. Do you like her?” Eric whispers into my ear.
I run my eyes over her and nod. Suddenly Eric issues an order.
“Open your legs, Jude.”
I do as he says, and the woman touches my legs. Her hand rises over my thighs until she reaches my vagina, where she places her palm.
“I like them shaved,” she says softly.
Eric nods. “She’s totally shaved,” he adds after taking a sip of his drink.
The woman licks her lips, smiles, places her other hand on one of my breasts, and touches it over my dress, squeezing gently.
“You and I are going to have a great time.”
Shockingly turned on, I nod.
“I really, really like women. And I like you,” she goes on.
I open my legs, and the woman slides a finger inside me, not caring that we’re in a room full of people. I lift my chin and move forward on the stool so she has better access.
The other woman takes her hand out from between my legs, sucks the finger that was inside me, and smiles.
I do the same.
“We’ll be waiting for you in the black room.”
Without another word, the woman walks away.
“Ready to play?” Eric asks.
I’m so turned on that my lips quiver when I smile and nod my agreement. Holding hands, we go through a door and down a hallway, and I see Frida and Andrés on the bed in an open room. Frida doesn’t see me; she’s totally wrapped up, enjoying herself as she gives Andrés head and another man penetrates her.
Hot.
Eric and I look at each other, but we keep going. He opens a door, and we’re in the black room. I can’t see a thing.
“Don’t move,” my love says.
Seconds later, the room lights up faintly with a lilac color as a porn film is projected on each of its walls. Curious, I look around. There are a round bed, an armchair, some sort of countertop and, in the back, a glass screen with a shower behind it. Eric takes me in his arms, kisses my ear, and sucks on it while we watch the hot images projected on the walls. Five minutes later, the door opens. In walks the woman who touched me earlier, naked and with a double-ended vibrator in her hands.
“They’re on their way,” she says.
Eric nods. I don’t know who’s on their way, but I don’t care. Eric sits down on the bed.
“Diana, take my girlfriend’s clothes off,” he says.
I don’t move and just let her take over.
The whole situation turns me on.
My love’s eyes cloud over while the woman unbuttons my dress. My dress falls to the floor, and I stand there, wearing just my garter tights, heels, and bra.
The woman runs her hands over my body and tells me to sit down on the countertop on one side of the room. Eric comes over, lays me down, and parts my thighs. Diana’s mouth goes straight to my mound; she slides her tongue inside me.
Eric watches us as she licks me. I look at him and gasp as he gets undressed. He touches his stiff cock, and I scream with pleasure as the woman slides one side of the double-ended vibrator inside me. God!
She moves it with practiced ease while her mouth plays with my clitoris. I close my eyes and enjoy it. I open up to her and move my hips, wanting more. She knows what she’s doing, and I’m liking it a lot. A whole lot.
I open my eyes. Eric’s watching, and, suddenly, Diana jumps up on the countertop, not taking the vibrator out of my body, and sticks the other end inside herself. With skill and technique, she lies on top of me, grabs me by the hips, and starts fucking me. The double-ended vibrator slides in and out of both of us at the same time, and our gasps are synchronized. Her rhythm intensifies while I get closer and closer to coming. She takes my body while I take hers until we’re both arched and our orgasms make us scream.<
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I look at my love. He doesn’t move, and Diana skillfully pulls the double-ended vibrator out of both of us and gets off the countertop.
“Give me your juice . . . Give it to me.”
She licks me with her desperate mouth. She wants my orgasm. She sucks on me with expertise, and I come again. That’s never happened to me before. I never would have imagined that a woman could make me orgasm twice in less than two minutes, but Diana makes it happen with ease. I give in to it, willing to let her do it a thousand more times. Eric comes closer, and I hold out my hand for him while she enjoys me.
When she’s done and I’m limp, Eric lifts me off the countertop, his hard cock bumping against my legs. He places me on the bed and sits down to one side of me while Diana sits on the other. Four hands run over my body, and I gasp. The door opens, and a naked man walks in. He watches our game while I focus on how his cock grows as he stares.
We stop, and the newcomer introduces himself as Jefrey.
“Did you like Diana?” Eric leans down to ask.
“Yes . . . ,” I say.
He kisses me, and when he pulls away from my mouth, I whisper, “Can I ask you something?”
My love pushes the hair off my forehead and nods. “Whatever you want.”
Worked up, I sit up to the side of the bed and push Eric down. “I want to watch Jefrey jerk you off.”
Jefrey immediately agrees, but Eric doesn’t say a word.
“I’m yours, right?” I say to my love. Eric nods. “And you’re mine, right?”
Eric closes his eyes and seems to think about my proposition; when he opens them, he nods his consent. I kiss him. I know what this means for him, and I like it. I sit to one side and touch his nipples.
“Jefrey, show my boyfriend a good time.”
Not waiting a second, Jefrey kneels on the bed, takes Eric’s cock in his hand, and massages it. He moves up and down, and Eric closes his eyes. Diana sits by my side and touches my breasts. Jefrey touches my love, pulls on him, and puts his entire penis in his mouth. Eric’s body arches, and he gasps. I like seeing that, and I move close to his mouth.
“Open your legs, darling.”
He does as I say. Jefrey moves in between Eric’s legs to lick, suck, and turn on the man I love. I tell the woman who’s touching me to suck his nipples. She does, and I find myself getting off on controlling the situation. Turns out I like giving orders just as much as I like obeying them. With his mouth busy, Jefrey slips his free hands toward my love’s behind, and Eric writhes. He seems to be enjoying the man’s touch.
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