The Wives of Beverly Row 2: Lust Has a New Address (2 page)

“Okay,” he said.

He got back up on his knees and pressed his cock against her ass again. She could feel that it was already beginning to soften. He pressed it against the rim of her anus but it wouldn’t breach in past the tight ring of muscle.

“This isn’t going to work,” Hank said.

“Just press harder, honey,” Veronica said. “I’m all yours.”

Hank pressed his cock as hard as he could against her ass but there was no way it was going to slide in.

“Jesus Christ,” he said. Veronica could tell he was upset, embarrassed. He even looked like he was becoming angry.

“It’s alright, baby,” she said, trying to calm him down.

“No, it’s not alright. This is just sick, Veronica. What the hell is wrong with you? Where I come from a man doesn’t try to fuck his wife in the ass.”

“I’m sorry,” Hank. Veronica was completely caught off guard. She’d could have known this wasn’t going to end well but she hadn’t expected Hank to take it out on her. “It’s just meant to be fun.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? That I’m not fun?”

“Of course not. I’m just saying that it’s not important.”

“It was important enough for you to be thinking about it all these years, to be fantasizing about it and telling your friends you want it. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel, you going around telling your friends that I’m not able to satisfy you?”

“Oh, Hank. I never tell anyone that. This is just silly. It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal? It’s a
huge
deal, Veronica. What are you going to tell your friends now? That my dick’s too soft to get in your ass?”

“Honey, calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. I’m sick of being made to feel like this, Veronica. I’m a completely normal, healthy man. I have normal, healthy appetites. I’m a good provider and a good husband. You’re the one with the weird butt fetish. You’re the one who refuses to be satisfied with a perfectly fine marriage.”

“Oh, Hank!” Veronica was distraught. She had no idea that Hank was going to take this so personally. She’d never seen him so mad at her. He was right. She’d made him feel small and unmanly by asking him to do this. She shouldn’t have been fantasizing about the things she’d shared with Alejandro. She should have been appreciating all the things Hank did for her. But then, on the other hand, she hadn’t asked him to try this. She’d just been honest with him about her fantasy when he’d asked.

“I just don’t know why you have to be such a slut,” Hank said.

The way he was looking at her, Veronica had never felt so small, so dirty. He was disgusted. He was so angry. He’d never spoken to her like this before, not in six years of marriage. Somehow, this had touched a nerve with him and he was taking it out on her. “Please, honey,” she said.

“You’re disgusting,” Hank said and he got up and went into the bathroom.

Veronica was stunned.
What had just happened
? Where had all that anger come from? She lay on the bed with her back to the door and closed her eyes. She could hear Hank in the washroom, washing his hands vigorously.

II

“M
OM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY BACKPACK?”

“There’s no need to yell.”

Becky looked under her bed, in her closet, she couldn’t find it anywhere. She was going to be late for school. Kyle was going to be there any minute.

“It’s down here,” Ariel called from the kitchen. “Now come down and have some breakfast. I’m not sending you out on an empty stomach.”

Becky grabbed her favorite denim jacket and hurried down the stairs. “I don’t have time for breakfast, mom. Kyle’s going to be here any second.”

“You’ve got plenty of time,” Ariel said. “Kyle Roycroft can wait a few minutes while you have something to eat.”

Ariel sat at the breakfast bar and grabbed a bowl. They had Cheerios and Raisin Bran. She grabbed the bran.

“Slow down,” Ariel said as she sat across the bar and poured herself some coffee.

“Sorry, mom. I’m just excited.”

“Excited about school or about the boy who’s going to drive you there?”

Becky didn’t answer. There was no need. They both knew it was Kyle that had Becky so excited. She’d seen him every day since that first kiss in his truck. The doorbell rang and Becky immediately dropped her spoon.

“Wait right there,” Ariel said using her stern, motherly voice. “Finish that bowl of cereal. Kyle will wait.”

Becky sat and watched as her mother got up to go to the door. “Just don’t say anything embarrassing,” she said. By the time Ariel returned with Kyle, Becky had already wolfed down the flakes.

*

I
T WAS A BEAUTIFUL MORNING
and Becky couldn’t help noticing all the things that made it so perfect. Flowers bloomed from the landscaped gardens along the row, birds sang from the branches of the trees, but most of all, Kyle Roycroft was there next to her, smiling and looking so gorgeous she just wanted to make out with him right then and there. She looked at him as he started the truck.
Was this really the boy who was taking her to school
?
Had she really landed the hottest guy in the entire senior class
?
Was he going to be her actual boyfriend
?

“Thanks for the ride,” she said as he pulled down her driveway.

“My pleasure,” he said.

They turned onto the street and Kyle drove slowly along the row of four houses that comprised their little neighborhood. To their right was the stunning view over the sprawl of Los Angeles and beyond it, the Pacific Ocean. Becky looked down at it.

Kyle pulled over to the curb.

“What are we doing?”

“I couldn’t wait any longer to kiss you.”

Becky felt butterflies in her stomach. “Kyle!” she said. “My mom will see us.”

They were parked in front of Trudy Luxton’s house, two doors down from Becky’s house.

“She won’t see us here,” Kyle said.

Becky looked up into his gorgeous, bright eyes and couldn’t resist. She didn’t care who saw them. She leaned forward and Kyle put his arms around her and a moment later she felt the soft touch of his lips against her own. She sighed and let his tongue slide effortlessly into her mouth. She could have stayed there in the truck and made out with Kyle all day long. She had no defenses against him. She was completely his. She was ready to lose her virginity to him if he asked. She’d only known him a few days but it was the first time in her life that she’d felt this way about a boy and it was magical. She wasn’t going to be able to take things slow as her mother had suggested. She was putty in Kyle’s hands and she knew it.

Kyle’s hand was on her chest, gently squeezing her left breast through the bodice of her dress. It felt so good to be desired like that, to be wanted by a boy as wonderful as Kyle.

And then, just as she was opening the top button of her dress to let Kyle feel her breasts more freely, Becky heard the grating sound of a woman’s voice.

“Kyle?” the voice hollered from behind the bushes. “I thought that was your truck.”

“Shit,” Kyle said.

“Who is it?” Becky said, doing up her dress.

“I think it’s Trudy Luxton. I think she’s coming around.”

“From her front yard?” Becky said.

She swung around and looked at Trudy’s property. They were parked right outside it. A two-foot high brick wall marked the edge of Trudy’s yard and it was lined with a beautifully manicured line of Italian Cypress trees. Becky glanced sight of Trudy through the trees and ducked down under the window.

“What are you hiding for?” Kyle said, almost laughing at her.

“I don’t know. I don’t want everyone to think I’m a slut. I just moved here.”

“She’s not going to think that.”

“Just get out and talk to her,” Becky said. “I don’t want her to see me. Make her go away.”

Kyle shrugged and hopped out of the truck.

“Hi, Trudy,” he said as she came out through the gates of her driveway. Becky peeked out at them.

“I thought that was your truck,” Trudy said. “I’m really glad I caught you.”

“I was just taking a few pictures of the valley,” Kyle said and he held up his iPhone.

“How artistic,” Trudy said. “I was looking for my puppy, Cody, did you see him?”

Kyle shook his head. Becky felt silly hiding from her neighbor in the front seat of the truck, but she knew how easy it was to give the wrong impression. She didn’t want all the ladies on the row thinking she’d swooped in and taken Kyle because she was a slut. She really wasn’t and her reputation in this new neighborhood was important to her. Kyle was the first boy she’d been physical with in her life and it meant a lot to her.

Becky peeked out at Trudy and thought it was weird that she was in her bathing suit. It wasn’t even eight in the morning. She supposed that was what rich ladies wore up here in the hills. Trudy had a wicked figure for a woman in her forties. She had big, tanned breasts and a flat stomach and long, flowing hair to her shoulders. It made Becky self-conscious about how small her own breasts were. She wasn’t sure she was happy that Kyle was out there talking with her. She could just imagine him ogling Trudy’s voluptuous breasts and getting all sorts of kinky ideas. Trudy Luxton was a Milf and there was no denying it.

“Do you like taking pictures?” Trudy said.

“I love it,” Kyle said. “I’ve got like two thousand followers on Instagram.”

“Wow,” Trudy said.

Becky peered more closely at Trudy. She was leaning forward, squeezing her big, watermelon breasts together with her arms and giving Kyle a really good look at them.
Was she flirting with him
? The thought ran through Becky’s mind like an arrow.
Was Trudy Luxton flirting with her new boyfriend
? Becky tried to shake the thought from her mind. It was impossible. Trudy was old enough to be Kyle’s mother. She was best friends with Kyle’s mother! She wouldn’t do a thing like that,
would she
?

“Maybe you could come over some time and take a few pictures of me for my profile,” Trudy said.

“What kind of profile?”

“Oh, just some dating profiles I’ve been creating. The pictures are the most important thing.”

Kyle was nodding. Becky couldn’t believe it. Trudy was so obviously flirting. She was practically bursting out of her bikini.

“Sure,” Kyle said. “I can come over on the weekend.”

“I’d be happy to pay you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kyle said. “It’s good practice. I’d love to do it.”

Trudy swung her hair over her shoulder and looked at Kyle with a blatantly flirtatious look. Becky wanted to get right out of the truck and punch Trudy in the face.

“Well, you’ll have to let me repay you somehow,” Trudy said and turned around and walked back through the gates, giving Kyle a perfect view of her tight little ass.

When Kyle got back into the truck Becky remained silent. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to look stupid, she didn’t want to be the kind of girlfriend who got jealous about every single thing, but she didn’t want Trudy Luxton flirting with Kyle either. What was she supposed to do in this situation? She wasn’t even Kyle’s official girlfriend, they hadn’t talked about anything like that, they’d just made out a couple of times.
Did she have a right to be jealous
? She didn’t know.

She decided the best thing to do was hold her tongue.

“We’d better get a move on,” Kyle said. “We’re going to be late.”

Becky nodded. She was quiet on the ride in to school. All she could think about for the entire day was Trudy Luxton and her luscious, gigantic breasts and cute little butt.
Who needed help on their profile photos
? It was just a ploy to be alone with Kyle. Trudy was flirting with him. She knew it.

III

A
RIEL HAD A SHOWER AFTER
Becky left for school. Then she made some coffee and sat in front of her computer. She rubbed her eyes as it came on. She felt stressed. She logged into her online bank account and checked the balance. They had plenty of savings to live off for the next few months, even a couple of years if she was careful. She owned her house outright and that was a pretty big asset. But as she looked at the savings balance and projected farther into the future she could see that she wasn’t going to be able to live off of her divorce settlement for the rest of her life. She was going to have to work. She was going to have to get a job or figure out some other way to make a living. She wasn’t exactly too worried over it, she hadn’t waited till the last minute and they still had a very healthy cushion in her savings account. She’d been smart in investing most of her settlement in a good house. She knew she was simply in the same boat as virtually every other woman in the country who had a divorce. She was going to have to learn how to fend for herself financially and that was going to take a little getting used to.

She clicked through to the websites of a few of her favorite galleries. Some were in LA but most of them were in New York or Europe. She’d made selling art her passion in life for sixteen years, it was the only thing she’d ever been good at, and she knew that if she was going to get a job, she wanted it to be in the art world again. She wondered what her chances were of getting a job at one of those galleries. She was a good buyer, she had a good eye for what would sell. She seemed to know instinctively what serious collectors would be willing to pay for a given piece and she’d proven herself by building Gabe’s gallery into one of the most respected art galleries in the city. But most of the galleries she was looking at were run by one or two talented people who did all the buying themselves. Those galleries worked with a small list of artists, maybe twenty or less, and only sold their work. They were established and didn’t really need a buyer like Ariel to tell them what to get. Her chance of finding a job as a buyer for someone else were slim and she knew it.

She also knew that there were new online art marketplaces, websites that listed the work of literally hundreds of artists, and those places had more need for buyers who knew what they were looking at. Still, it was all very new and it would take a lot of research for Ariel to figure out which of them were serious players with good prospects.