The Wives of Beverly Row 2: Lust Has a New Address (6 page)

“You look beautiful as ever,” he said.

“Thank you, Gabe,” Ariel said with as professional a tone as she could muster.

“I ordered wine, is that alright?”

“I guess so,” she said. She couldn’t have more than a glass anyway since she was driving.

The waitress brought over a chilled bottle of Sauvignon blanc and poured a sip in Ariel’s glass to taste. Ariel drank it and smiled at the girl and she poured them two glasses and took their order. Gabe ordered them a dozen oysters to share, and they both ordered the clam chowder with homemade bread. Ariel had long ago decided that this place made the best fresh bread in the city.

“Are those new earrings?” Gabe said.

Ariel blushed. “Stop flirting with me.”

“I’m not flirting. You look like a million bucks.”

She smiled. She did look like a million bucks. Literally. She’d taken him for more than that in the divorce. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said. She knew she was breaking her own rule. She was flirting with the enemy.

“How’s Becky doing?” Gabe said. “How’s her new school?”

“She’s doing great. She settled right into the school.”

“And the house?”

“The house is great, Gabe.”

He nodded. “That’s good, Ariel. That’s really great. I’m really glad to see that you’ve landed on your feet.”

Ariel nodded. She wasn’t sure where he was going with this. She could have been living in a house like the one she had now for the last ten years if he hadn’t stolen from her.

“Look,” he said, “I know I blew it with you, Ariel. I know I made mistakes. But please let me say one thing.”

Ariel looked out over the ocean. She’d heard so many things from Gabe over the years, so many things she’d wanted to believe but were never true.

“I just want to say that I’m sorry,” he said. “What I did, the lies, the stealing, it wasn’t because of anything that was wrong with you. I mean, it wasn’t your fault. Any of it. It was me.”

Ariel nodded. She knew that.

“I never told you this, but my father left my mother for three years when I was very young.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I was in grade school he walked out on us. He just walked out the front door after dinner and didn’t return for three whole years. We didn’t know what had happened. I remember the night he disappeared. My mother thought he’d been hit by a car. She called all the hospitals. But he hadn’t been hit by a car. He was fine. He was just living his life somewhere else for three years.”

“I can’t believe you never told me about this before,” Ariel said.

“It wasn’t something I was ever proud of. Plus, he came back when I was ten and I just sort of blocked out the entire incident. Neither I nor my mother ever spoken about it, even though it was just the two of us living together for those three years.”

“You should have told me,” Ariel said. Her eyes were wide open. She couldn’t believe that something like this had happened to the man she’d been married to for all those years and she’d never known about it.

“I lied to myself, Ariel. I told myself that it hadn’t affected me. That it hadn’t changed who I was. But it had.”

She nodded.

“I’m not trying to make excuses,” he said. “I’m not asking you to overlook any of the things I did. I’m just telling you so that you know that what happened in our marriage, the things I did, they’re because of me, and the things that happened to me before I met you. They’re not because of anything you or Becky ever did. It was my fault.”

Ariel took a long sip from her wine glass. She didn’t know how she felt about this revelation. It was strange to learn something new about someone she thought she knew so well.

“Well, that’s kind of you to say.”

Gabe shrugged. “It’s not much, but it’s the truth. It really is.”

“So tell me about this business deal,” Ariel said, partly as a way to change the subject.

“Okay, let me just say first, you’re probably not going to like the idea.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“It’s not exactly legal.”

Ariel rolled her eyes. “I’m going to stop you right there, Gabe. I don’t want a part of this. I don’t even want to hear what you’re up to.”

The thing was, she actually really did want to know what he was up to.

“I’m talking millions of dollars, potentially.”

She picked up the bottle of wine and poured another glass. She could get a cab home.

“I’m listening.”

Gabe poured himself some more wine. “Just hear me through,” he said.

She nodded.

“I want you to forge a painting.”

“What? You’re kidding, right?”

“Just hear me through.”

She held her tongue and waited for him to finish.

“I’ve seen you paint. I know you could pull this off.”

“And go to jail, Gabe. They lock people up for this kind of shit all the time.”

“That’s because they do it wrong.”

“And we’d do it right?”

“Yes we would.”

Ariel looked at her watch. She didn’t have to be anywhere. She sat back in her chair and relaxed. “You want to order another bottle of wine?” she said.

“That’s my girl,” Gabe said, smiling.

IX

T
O SAY TRUDY WAS EXCITED
would be an understatement. She showered and shaved every inch of her body below the neck. Then she rubbed an expensive Italian moisturizer into her skin. She spent longer than usual on her makeup and put on the sexiest lingerie she owned. She had a lace up bustier of black satin that fastened along the side of her body. Her nipples could be clearly seen through the sheer fabric that covered her breasts. She matched it with a caged lace panty that tied at the back with a ribbon. The outfit revealed a lot more than it covered. She threw on a pink Juicy Couture tracksuit over the lingerie and drove down to her favorite Beverly Hills spa. There, she had them put up her hair and give her a full manicure and pedicure. She chose red.

Trudy knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what she wanted. She would never have been able to excuse her behavior if her friends found out but she didn’t care. She wanted this and she was going to get it. She already felt guilty and she hadn’t even done anything yet. She wasn’t even sure she was going to do anything. All she knew was that her body, her lusts and desires, had taken over and were directing her actions for the next few hours. She could worry about the consequences later. The pleasure of what she wanted to do was worth it.

When she got home she was just in time. Kyle was already at her door, sitting on the porch with a camera slung over his shoulder. He looked so dashing, so young and pure and innocent, sitting there on the porch. He was just eighteen years old, the thought of it thrilled Trudy to her core. He was a full twenty-four years younger than she was, less than half her age. It was like going back in time to her own high school days. She felt as if she’d discovered the perfect time machine. After wasting twenty-two years of her youth married to an old man, she honestly felt like she’d discovered the secret to reclaiming all of that lost time. By seducing an eighteen-year-old, by having him orgasm inside her eager pussy, she’d be traveling back to her own high school days and reliving all of the joy, all of the pleasure, she’d missed out on in her twenties and thirties.

“Oh, honey,” she said as she got out of the car. “Sorry, I’m late. I was just getting ready for you.”

“Oh,” Kyle said. “You really didn’t have to get ready.”

“It’s not every day a girl gets to have a talented photographer.”

Kyle smiled. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t used to such flagrant flirting from an older woman. Trudy knew that she’d have him like putty in her hands. He was so innocent, so unspoiled. She could do what she liked to him and that thought filled her with such lust that her pussy tingled just thinking about it.

She didn’t even allow herself to think about what would happen to her friendship with Veronica if she ever found out. She could cross that bridge when she came to it.

She led Kyle into her house. Everything in the house looked perfect. The cleaning woman had been there the day before, thankfully. Otherwise he’d have seen wine bottles, dirty dishes, discarded clothes. Trudy sometimes let the housework pile up. After all those years married to a man who was a stickler for neatness, she felt she’d earned the right to relax a little.

“Where do you want to do the shoot?” she said.

“Oh, we can pretty much do it anywhere. I brought my speedlight and a reflector,” Kyle said. He had a sort of white umbrella that portrait photographers used to reflect light onto their subjects. “I guess wherever you’re most comfortable.”

That was exactly what Trudy had been hoping he would say. “Come upstairs,” she said and led the way without waiting for him to reply or giving him a chance to consider.

He followed her up the stairs and into her bedroom. It was a large, lavishly furnished room that had seen more than its share of young men in the past two years. “I was thinking I could sit on the bed,” she said. “That will be sexiest.”

Kyle’s eyebrows rose on his forehead. Trudy knew that momentum was key. He wouldn’t be used to being in a grown woman’s bedroom and the more she could keep things moving forward the less likely he was to think better of what was happening or lost his nerve. She didn’t want to give him a chance to get shy.

“Well,” Kyle said, “there’s great light from the balcony.”

“Exactly,” Trudy said. “I’ll get in position and you can set up your lighting. Do whatever you want with me, okay?” she said. “Whatever position you want me in, I’m yours.”

She could tell that Kyle was getting flustered but she knew he wouldn’t be able to stop her once she got started. She just had to lead things in the right direction as smoothly as possible. She went over to the bed. Kyle was setting up his reflector, placing it by the glass doors that led out to the balcony. She watched him work.

“I think it will be more alluring if we cut down on the natural light,” he said. He half-closed the curtains.

“This is going to be perfect,” she said. “You know exactly what I want. I want to look sexy. These pictures aren’t going on Facebook, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh no?”

She shook her head and opened the zip on the front of her plush, velour track suit jacket. She pulled the zip down half-way to gauge Kyle’s reaction. Immediately he looked away and fiddled with the reflector.

“So how’s this lighting going to work?” she said, as nonchalantly as she could. She wanted to keep the atmosphere relaxed.

“Well,” Kyle said, his voice sounding a little less certain than usual, “I’ll have a flash on the camera that will act as a key light. What bounces off this reflector will act as a fill.”

“You sure know your stuff,” Trudy said as she removed the velour jacket completely.

Kyle’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her. The black lace was almost completely transparent. He could see her breasts, her pert nipples, the soft pink circles of her areolae. Along the side of the bodice a crisscrossed ribbon was all that kept it closed.

She sat on the side of the bed and lifted her legs. “Give me a hand with this, would you honey?” she said and pointed her feet at him.

His face went red but that didn’t stop him. He pulled off her track pants, revealing the caged panty that hardly covered her ass and pussy at all. It was really just a series of black, lace strings attached to a thong so thin it couldn’t even be seen for the most part. The thin string was completely hidden inside her butt crack at the back, at the front it ran down along the inside of the lips of her vagina. For all intents and purposes, she was naked. She was naked in front of Kyle Roycroft, her good friend’s eighteen-year-old child, and the thought of it just made her nerves tingle with anticipation and excitement.

“So,” she said as Kyle stared at her openly, “how do you want to take me?”

“Excuse me?”

She got up on her hands and knees and waved her cute, perfectly taut butt at him. “Like this,” she said.

“What kind of photos are these?”

“Dating profiles,” she said. “You’re probably too young to know this, but women my age, when they’re single like I am, often like to take very naughty pictures for our dating profiles. That way, all the hot guys will contact us.”

“What sites do they go up on?”

“There’s all sorts of dating sites, Kyle. Whatever you’re into, there’s a site for it. I like hooking up with younger men, men your age, and having the naughtiest pictures possible really helps. The girl with the hottest pictures wins!”

“Men my age?” Kyle said.

“Don’t sound surprised. Who wouldn’t want to feel the vigor of an eighteen-year-old cock in her pussy?”

Kyle almost dropped his camera.

“Come on,” she said. “Lets get started. Who knows where this is going to lead us?” She smiled over her shoulder at him. He was staring at her perfect ass. She loved it. She wanted to make him so horny he jizzed in his pants. She loved nothing more than the knowledge that she was desirable. She luxuriated, knowing that Kyle was lusting after her.

Kyle pointed the camera at her and started snapping shots. The flash lit up and a separate strobe light bounced off the reflector, giving her the alluring and flattering sensation of being photographed by a pro.

She posed on her knees with her back to him, letting him get shots of her ass from every angle. She crawled toward the wall and got up against it. She looked back over her shoulder at him and looked directly at him through the lens of the camera. She looked down at his pants. There was no doubting it, he was as horny as the teenager he was. He was all hers and she knew it. She reached down to her butt cheeks and pulled them open, pulling the thread of the thong to one side. She was giving him a clear view of her round, pink little anus and he was just standing there, hiding behind his camera, taking it all in.

“This is going to be perfect,” she said as she turned around to face him. She sat back against the head of the bed and spread her legs wide open. The lace of the bustier was already see through but she pulled her breasts up out of it anyway and exposed them entirely to the camera.