Part 21-A
Mark and Marcie Meet - Scotia Wants BDSM
One month later... A cocktail party at developer, Hughie Jennings home, Barry Borelli, a City Councilmen and Attorney was about to explain his marriage to Mark.
"Try this scotch, Newlin. It's one of the best available; single malt, eighteen years old and I guarantee it will go down as smooth as silk."
Mark glanced at Borelli's wife Scotia, who had a glass of white wine, and then accepted the crystal glass and took a sip.
"Mmmm, you weren't kidding. It does feel like silk."
Borelli fiddled with his own scotch as he formulated for the tenth time what he needed to say to his wife's latest lover. To his surprise Mark took advantage of his hesitation and jumped in. "So you've both had affairs then?"
Borelli nodded and Scotia's knuckles turned white, revealing her tension as Mark continued, saying: "Did you think that they would somehow cancel each other out leaving your marriage unaffected?"
He was asking out of curiosity and not being judgmental. After all he was screwing Mrs. Borelli and that appeared to be the reason for this meeting.
The couple sat in two separate chairs thereby forming a triangle of sorts. The Borelli's had both avoided the cozier sofa leaving that to Mark. Obviously they didn't want to sit beside one another during this confrontation or meeting as it had been called earlier.
"He started things by fucking his secretary," Scotia huffed. There was bitterness in her voice, and Mark felt her use of the 'f' word assured him she was still angry about it.
"So you felt that you'd get even... is that it?"
"Hey, whose side are you on here?" Scotia spat out angrily.
"It's a reasonable question, Scotia," Barry Borelli said evenly. "It seems, your Mark is attempting to find an even ground from which to defend himself."
Mark smiled at him and said, "I know not to argue with an attorney, Mr. Borelli, and I won't."
"Call me Barry; we're at a social gathering, we're all civilized here, Mark. He glanced at his wife who flushed, and that surprised Mark.
Choosing her words carefully, Scotia said, "Yes, I selected his partner as my lover."
"She thought it would be a kind of revenge fuck, only it wasn't, was it dear?" Borelli didn't wait for his wife to respond, but plunged ahead, saying: "Newlin, you've known Scotia about a month now. I knew she was pretty wild when we first met, it was one of the things I found so attractive about her. Then there was her great beauty and the fact that she seemed to like me. I still find it hard to believe we ended up together to tell the truth. But I love her very much and don't want to lose her. I'm confident she feels the same. The problem is that after ten years we have a pretty vanilla sex life."
"No, you have a vanilla sex life, Barry, not me," Scotia said her voice filled with scorn.
"Yeah... well that's neither here nor there. What I'm getting at is she's got a kinky side. For example, our wedding night..."
"You're not rehashing that again are you, Barry?"
"He should hear this, Scotia."
"Oh go on, get it off your chest if you must. Mark this is all ancient history," Scotia said.
"I don't think I need to tell you how beautiful she was that night. She's still as beautiful as ever," Borelli paused as he looked at her, and then continued. "By the time the reception was over I was crazy with wanting her. We had never consummated the act you see. Seven months I'd courted her and nary a look at her nude body. Hard to believe isn't it? Especially in view of..."
"Let it be, Barry!" Scotia snapped.
Mark could only nod. He believed him. Seven months of dating and not seeing her nude... well there must have been a reason, but what was it?
Borelli sighed and continued. "Somehow, we made it to our hotel room. I carried her across the threshold and placed her on the bed then fell upon her and covered her face with kisses. But when I began to unbutton the wedding dress she stopped me.
"No, please," she said, "I want to undress you first. You'll probably never see me in my wedding dress again... I want it to be a sight you'll remember forever!"
"I caved; let her take my shirt off, only to have her torment me further by scratching my chest and nipples with her fingernails of one hand and rubbing my hardon with the other. Eventually, and I mean it took her quite a while to get to this point, she knelt at the side of the bed still fully dressed and pulled the veil over her face giving her an angelic look. Only then did she free my cock from its confining underwear."
Borelli looked at Mark as he uttered his next words. "She used both hands to hold it. I'm not small by any means, Newlin. Then she began kissing and licking it through the veil. I'd had a few blowjobs before that, but they paled at this... this rendering."
Mark's throat had gone dry and he took a gulp of his scotch, as he tried to recall the last time he'd been this horny. He glanced around the room. There must have been thirty or forty people talking and laughing. A petite blonde was touching a man Mark knew to be a judge on his inner thigh, not caring if anyone noticed.
Borelli's voice reached Mark's ears again: "...finally Scotia raised the veil slightly and pulled it over my cock and drew me into her mouth. I can see the bulge in your slacks so I won't belabor the point. I came in a fusillade that covered more than half her face. The veil itself was soaked with my seed, and she began to laugh, not at me, per se, but at the amount of cum I'd released, finally saying, 'If I'd known there was that much stored up in those little ball sacs I'd have done that a lot sooner, Darling.'"
"Is this sordid story going to end soon, Borelli?"
Borelli laughed and pointed a finger at Mark. "She wasn't finished playing with me, Newlin. While I lay there panting, she peeled off those silken panties and hiked the wedding dress up around her waist then lowered herself down onto me. She was so fucking wet I slid right in."
Mark knew that feeling well enough. Scotia was a very excitable woman. He closed his eyes and listened to Borelli finish his tale of their wedding night.
"I was positive I'd lose it in seconds after her velvet sheath closed around me. But I didn't. She knew enough to grasp my dick around the base and that held me off for a while longer. I watched Scotia in that white wedding dress, bouncing up and down on me. She told me later she'd cum a half dozen times before I finally exploded into her."
Mark stared at Barry his mouth slightly agape, Scotia tried to act nonchalant about her husband's tale of their wedding night.
"What I'm getting at is Scotia's got this kinky side. At least she's told me about some kinky escapades and if I'm to believe them I know that it won't be long before she meets someone who will hurt her. Seriously hurt her. I don't want that happening, Newlin."
Borelli's eyes reflected the sadness inside him and his body language the determination to crush anyone actually hurting his wife.
Scotia stood up and raised her voice. "I like being hurt, Barry. That's the whole fucking point. Why can't you get that through your head?"
Barry had used this argument before with favorable results for him, not Scotia. His prominent
position as City Councilman had that effect on most men.
Mark placed his crystal glass carefully on the coffee table in front of his knees and said, "For crying out loud, Barry, you know all about Scotia's affairs. As far as I can tell she's told you all about them. Probably more than you want to hear; but she's never tried to deceive you. She needs... no, she wants more out of her sex life than you provide. As I understand it, and please correct me if I'm wrong, she's talked this over with you before actually doing something about it. You didn't object. And now I'm what..."
He turned to face Scotia, "... number three or four?"
"Seven," Scotia replied, looking down at her shoes, unable to meet his eyes.
"Seven," Mark repeated and gave her a look that frightened her.
"Mark, please!" Scotia cried out thinking he was about to leave.
"Shut up, Scotia, if I want to hear from you I'll ask you a question," Mark snarled, really angry at Borelli but lashing out at his wife.
Scotia's hand went to her mouth in stunned surprise, and felt a sudden thrill permeate her loins.
Barry's jaw dropped. His gambit at forcing Mark out of their lives wasn't working. He quickly attempted another avenue of persuasion, saying: "If... if you stay with her, she... she'll ruin your life. It's happened before."
"That's a lie!" Scotia said calmly as she watched the two men sparing over her and climaxed.
"I have some kinkiness, too Borelli. I don't mind playing dominant roles. I don't want to take your wife away from you. But she wants to play and I'm willing to play with her. What you do about it, well I can't stop you from filing for divorce, or trying to hurt me by voiding any city contracts I may enter into.
He paused and took a sip of his scotch.
"I haven't said anything to Scotia about this--I'd rather it be you I talk too. But she's going to find someone to quench her desires and it might as well be me. I don't have any STD's, I'm not a married man, I have decided to settle here in town and I'm not going to take her away from you. That's not to say she won't leave you at some point; but I can promise you I won't be telling her to do it. I'm not marrying her. She's not what I'd consider marital worthy."
"So you just want to fuck her?" Barry sputtered.
"We'll entertain each other for a time, and eventually she'll tire of me and move on to someone else. The key thing is Scotia will probably remain married to you if you'll have her."
The judge took the petite blonde around the waist and they began to dance, closely. In other words, life went on around them as Borelli pondered Mark's words.
Ever the politician, Borelli saw it as a logical and solidly potential solution, although not one he preferred. Again, politically it was viable, he wasn't getting what he wanted, but he wasn't going to lose his wife either.
"Look, Barry, I realize this whole thing is a tremendous blow to your ego. Yet you went ahead with several affairs, possibly before Scotia began fooling around. You have the best of both worlds open to you; allowing Scotia to find sexual satisfaction with other men while you can continue with your affairs. Maybe it would just be sex for you. But for your wife it would be a means to satisfying her needs. And it's you that she'll be coming home too, not that other guy."
Barry threw his hands up in a sign of surrender. Scotia's face lit up as a huge smile appeared.
"Do you really think this is the only way, Scotia?"
His wife nodded affirmatively.
Barry nodded as well, adding, "Well, Scotia knows you and she likes you. I know she's going to find an outlet for her desires one way or the other. I don't believe she wants out of our marriage, just an outlet for something I can't give her. I think if she spends the occasional night with you I don't lose her. So I concur as well. I will stand down. Scotia, do what you want."
"If you'll excuse me," Mark said, "I've got to see a man about a horse," and he left to relieve himself in the nearest bathroom.
