One Unforgettable Evening (4 page)

“
Sweet Adelia. She’s
wearing her garter-belt, Thomas. And the black stockings. I wonder
what she’s been thinking about all night long?”

Thomas bit his lip and regarded her as
Leon lifted her skirt.

“
A garter belt and
stockings. Very nice. A wonderful anniversary gift for the loving
husband.”

“
Um, yeah…oh,
yeah.”

Leon spoke slowly and distinctly,
kissing her ear while he did so.

“
We should take her
somewhere nice. Then you can fuck her at your leisure…” He nibbled
at her ear lobe as she shuddered. “That way you can take your time
with her. She loves to fuck, Thomas, trust me on that one. Thomas.
Oh, she’s worth it. Lovely Adelia…Adelia’s my very best
girl.”

Leon eyed the envelope but shook his
head. Thomas set it aside on the jump seat ahead of him.

“…
oh, and if she
misbehaves, what you do, see, is you put her across your knee and
give her a little spanking, Thomas…”

Adelia gulped and panted and squirmed
but Leon had her around the shoulders.

Leon pulled his right hand away, and
found the zipper of her dress on the nape of her neck. He undid it
very slowly, and then pulled the dress down, exposing her gently
rounded white shoulders. Her eyes were wide open now, pupils
dilated, showing lots of white around the edges.

She stared at Darban, pleading for
reprieve.

Thomas enjoyed her in all of her
glory, eyes raking her up and down.

“
Magnificent!”

“
Oh…oh, Leon. Oh, Thomas…”
She gasped, and arched her back a little, and Leon unsnapped the
strapless bra while Thomas stared.

She stared right back, locked on that
beautiful masculine face.

“
I’ll bet she would just
love to dance for you…in fact I know she would.”

Adelia gave a low, soft moan, staring
wildly at their reflection in Darban’s side window. Leon had her by
the breasts and she stared at with unfocused eyes at the
reflections…she couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was. It
was real.

“
You’ll be fine, Honey.”
He kissed her on the cheek.

There was much that could go wrong, of
course. Leon might be reading it wrong. She might have a bad case
of the guilts tomorrow, but they would get through it.

“
Thomas, come
closer.’

Darban shifted on the seat.

“
Take my wife’s breasts in
your hands, please…show her, Thomas.”

There would be plenty of time for
second thoughts later.

“
Give Adelia a little
taste of what she’s in for, Thomas. Kiss her, Thomas. Kiss
her.”

She closed her eyes, tipped her head
back and moaned softly in pleasure, growing more insistent as Leon
fingered her down under. Thomas locked onto her face and she
gyrated under his assault.

“
Thomas is very handsome,
isn’t he, Honey?” Leon nibbled her ear lobe.

Thomas pulled back and looked on her,
mouth open.

She moaned and panted softly, and Leon
thought he’d squeeze in one last kiss while Thomas gently rolled
her nipples between his long fingers.

It might be a while before Leon got
another kiss, but the gamble had paid off.

Adelia had all them damned romance
novels, always cluttering up the house, the coffee table, the
bedroom nightstand—four flames, five flames, heat ratings,
scantily-clad folks all over the covers. She read them three or
four at a time it seemed, going through a lot of tissues when she
did. Boxes of those books came in the mail. She cried a lot and
dreamed of romance. She dreamed of exotic people, handsome and
mysterious men, and far, far-off places.

The psychology wasn’t all that hard to
read.

“
Honey.”

“
Ah…ah…ah, yes, my
love?”

“
I want you to show our
friend Thomas Darban a real good time. He’s from Lichtenstein, you
know, and I want you both to have, ah…ah, a very good time,
capiche?”

Her head turned and her lips parted
and Leon did his quick best to rape her mouth with his own tongue,
watching her carefully and enjoying the view as she squirmed and
quivered in his arms. She’d always been beautiful to him, and
that’s all that mattered. Thomas gently kneaded her breasts, and
then turned away momentarily.

The night was young and he intended to
take his time.

Leon whispered sweet nothings in
Adelia’s ear as she waited for it to begin.

Leon retracted his finger and
withdrew. He held her by the shoulders gently for a moment and then
gave a little push.

She slid closer to Thomas, as he
awkwardly turned, having finally managed to pour. His hands were
shaking a little, but he managed.

Darban had made two big drinks for
them. Sticking the bottle back in ice, Thomas took a quick sip.
Leon took one glass, had a quick gulp, and then held the bubbling
stuff up to his wife’s eager red lips. She was clinging to both of
them desperately, holding on in a death grip.

He winked at Thomas.

Thomas put his glass down on a level
spot. He turned and tapped on the glass to give Georges fresh
instructions.

Leon waited, one hand stroking
Adelia’s breast as she lay against the seat-back, eyes wide,
staring at her husband and looking a lot calmer now that the awful
suspense was over.

Leon’s questing hand found her vagina
again, shoving aside the edge of her panties. She licked her lips
and watched them, both of them.

“
Thomas.”

“
Yes, Leon?”

“
I was wondering if
Georges might like to have a go as well.”

“
Ooh, oh, oh…OH!” Adelia
was practically coming already, thrusting down hard on his hand and
very wet, so Leon gave Thomas a wink, nodded and then whispered in
her ear.

“
It’s okay, Honey. It’s
just a thought.” He whispered another suggestion, still stroking
her clitoris.

She twisted around again, raised a
foot and Thomas obliged by removing the shoe and bringing her
nylon-clad leg up.

He nibbled on her toes.

“
Take her.” Thomas let go
of the foot and extended his arms.

Leon released her. Adelia crawled up
on Thomas as if pulled by some invisible magnet. His arms came
around her and then they were kissing deeply.

Adelia was still hyperventilating as
Georges eyed her in the mirror in a speculative fashion. Georges’
arm came up and Leon accepted the shiny silver digital camera he
offered with thanks. Pulling out his handkerchief, he gave his
fingers a quick wipe. The camera was more or less waterproof, he
figured. Turning it on, he began to shoot, watching with interest
over the top of the display screen.

“
Take your time, Honey.
We’ve got all night.”

He had the game recording on his
machine anyways, and first thing Monday morning he would invest
their twenty thousand dollars, basically some of his own money he’d
held back from the annual bonus, into their retirement plan just as
he always did.

As for Adelia, she was a good wife and
deserved a little romance in her life.

His own physical response was the
result of some long-dormant voyeurism, which was essentially the
same as looking at porn. Leon was quite looking forward to
this.

If things got a little too out of
hand, Leon could always climb into bed with them, and if either
Thomas or Leon wore himself out, Georges could pinch hit in the
bottom of the ninth.

Adelia was in for one unforgettable
evening.

As for Thomas Darban, he really was
from Lichtenstein. He was an off-the-shelf parts and components
buyer for a German-Italian consortium building jet turbine engines
and military assault helicopters for NATO and E.U. contracts. Now
he would have something to write home about. Or perhaps he would
send them a nice little thank-you note. More importantly, he had
only a few days left here in Canada. Also importantly, he had a lot
to lose, with a wife and three kids back home. George, his
bodyguard in real fact, would also be going home. He might have a
few memories to warm his bones in old age as well.

It was a sweet deal all the way
round.

Thomas could use the most recent
collector’s edition of stamps to mail that letter. About the only
thing his tiny country was really known for was its
stamps.

End

About the Author

Constance ‘Dusty’ Miller has written
fiction, non-fiction and worked for newspapers and magazines, even
working for a brief stint as sports editor of a small-town weekly.
She likes to make people laugh as well as think. Her erotica has
strong qualities of literary romance. Out of work and recovering
from a life-threatening illness, someone suggested writing erotica
which she initially rejected for lack of confidence. But love makes
the world go around, and Dusty can no longer deny its pull. Dusty
squeezes a little writing in between raising a daughter and
building up her business.