Seeing Her Pt 03

Madeline's sexual renaissance intensifies.

Author's note:

With several of my series, each installment is readable as a stand-alone with the help of a short author's summary of past events. That doesn't work for this series. To understand the significance of what's happening, you'll need to read the earlier Parts first.

Romance isn't one thing. It's as varied as love. It can follow a path we've not walked before, a path we didn't suspect.

But...isn't that the best? When love surprises?

I genuinely appreciate your thoughtful feedback.

MP

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Frank was holding the door open when Madeline reached it. She entered without speaking, then walked to the window like she came for the view. She was obviously naked under sweats that provocatively revealed the figure moving within them. He watched the motion of her breasts and remembered how they felt in his hands and sucking mouth, remembered how she looked naked. He thought about how her gasps excited him when he pushed into her and felt himself harden just from her presence.

Madeline was still facing the window when she spoke. "I thought you weren't going to buzz me up."

"I didn't hear the buzzer over the music. But then I spotted the light on the panel." When she turned to look at him, he continued. "I didn't need to look at the screen because I knew it would be you."

Then Madeline realized what music was playing. The sound of her concert filled the room. His firm had permission to record the whole thing, and video it, for company review.

"Hello Madeline."

"Hello." She responded sheepishly, becoming aware of the determined way she'd marched in. "I wanted to see you."

He nodded, then walked to the wet bar. Just as the first time she'd been there, the only other time, he poured them each two fingers of her favorite scotch in tall glasses. It had been just days since that night but felt like it happened in a different life. He walked to Madeline with the drinks and they searched eyes as they sipped. He waited for her to speak.

She tried. "I..." then realized she had no idea what she wanted to say, and finally blurted, "I'm going to get a..."

"Madeline," he interrupted in a calm voice, "We're not going to talk about your marriage."

She realized she didn't want to.

It's not about Tim

. She took a swallow that burned. With her voice scratchy from the harsh liquor she said, "I don't want another commitment."

He placed his drink on a table and moved closer. "What

do

you want Madeline?" The zipper on her top was closed to just below her neck. He extended a hand to the oversized hoop on the zipper pull and held her eyes as he took the loop. Then he pulled, slowly, with agonizing calm down the flat of her chest, inching past her breasts, and finally stopping at her stomach. Her eyes shone with excitement. He pushed the top open just enough to reveal cleavage as his fingers traced the newly exposed flesh back to her neck. He circled her neck, then slipped his hands inside her top and moved them to her shoulders.

He kissed her chest between his hands.

"I want to give myself to you." She said breathlessly, "Not to have..."

His hands and mouth moved lower, opening her.

"...to use." She finished.

She'd closed her eyes. "How do you think I'll use you Madeline?" His voice affected her like the hard liquor.

Her nipples ached. She whispered, "I don't know." Then bravely added, "That's the best part." He pushed the fabric open to expose her breasts and when he grabbed and twisted them she gasped, "Fuck..." He squeezed the soft flesh to make her nipples protrude and licked them like a lion tasting his prey. They stiffened. He held each nub in his teeth, then nipped with just enough pressure to make her goose bump. Madeline trembled in fear and excitement and when he paused, she whispered "More" so softly she didn't know if she'd only thought it.

"More what Madeline?"

She stayed quiet as her heartbeats grew in intensity, then whispered, "Just more."

Her mouth opened before his lips reached hers and they moaned when their tongues twisted into a slippery tangle. They gave and took everything in a kiss that continued when Madeline began to open the buttons of his shirt. She paused only long enough to let Frank drag her top down her arms and pull it off. He caressed her shoulder blades and because her fingers were busy with his buttons he felt her muscles move the same way they did when she played. When she pulled the shirt from his pants and began opening them, his hands found her waist and rode hips to the curve of her ass. Frank squeezed her butt cheeks and pulled her against him. That made it tougher to get at his cock but she'd seen how hard he was beneath the khaki and kept going and when his pants were open her hand found bony heat with its velvet covering. She didn't let go when he turned her around and caressed him behind her by sliding the soft skin over the hard core. She craved having Frank's heat where his fingers started playing, stroking folds and flicking her clit, then penetrating and curling to the sensitivity of her front wall. The wet sound of his fingers moving in her and the sound of her excited breath combined with the notes of her music and filled the room with a symphony of sensuality. He pushed her sweat pants past her ass and she danced her legs to make them fall. Reaching behind her, she pushed Frank's pants to his thighs and couldn't move them lower because his muscles were corded with the effort of crouching and she didn't need to move them further because she knew he was lining up to enter her. With one hand against the wall to steady herself, she reached between her legs to guide his heat but he already had the head between her lips, was already poised at her inner hole, she felt thigh muscle coil, knew his size would hurt her if he pushed too hard, knew they had to be careful with his girth but she was overwhelmed by years of being a proper wife and mother, properly controlled and respectable and Madeline broke every bond she'd ever wrapped herself in by saying, "Fuck me" for the first time in her life. Then she begged, "Fuck me like your whore" when it didn't happen fast enough.

He impaled her on a thigh-driven thrust. She cried out in pain and pleasure from the physical shock, cried out in freedom and lust and need for more. He withdrew until only the head was still inside then gave her the more she craved. They both thought that if they ever got together again there'd be a dance of words before anything else, but primal command supplanted speech and they rutted like animals. She was bent forward, with him crouched between her spread legs, thrusting up into her with an angle that aggressively rubbed his head against her g-spot with every penetration and every withdrawal, with each gasp, grunt and slap of flesh. Everything about the way they were fucking, from their position to the fact he was still half clothed to the feral mindlessness that possessed them, quickly pushed her towards a climax that he felt coming in the slippery clench of her cunt. He heard it in the sounds she made. She'd placed a second steadying hand against the wall, then he took both of them in his hands and pulled her arms behind her and leaned back and she felt the power of his thrusts quake her hanging tits in obscene display every time he slammed into her. Her gasps rose towards a crescendo until the orgasm tearing through Madeline made her shriek fearlessly.

Frank wanted to cry out with her, but held her on his cock. It throbbed from the way her cunt gripped him when she came. It ached with need to thrust to his own release. He felt an oozing of her jizz trickle down his sack and wanted to feel his balls swinging and slapping into her soft lips when he gave her the

more

she needed but he also wanted to slow down, to savor everything about the lovely creature he was making love to and in that clarion moment he knew it was love he felt as he had for no woman before.

Maybe from the night he first saw her play with the quartet in

Isla's

.

At first sight?

He felt strength returning to her legs when she moved to take her own weight and then she went to tip toes when he stood erect and she was lifted on his cock. He lowered her onto her feet and crouched to pull out of her, then slipped from her tight hole with a little pop they felt and an "oh..." she exhaled.

She turned to face him inside the wrap of his arms and reached her arms around his back.

God...All the years I dreamed there might be a feeling like this

. She felt his cock against her body, slick with slipperiness and cum. It was hard against her soft tummy and felt like it had reached to the same place when it was inside her. She worked a hand between them to hold him and loved the sliminess she felt. She realized she'd acted like a wanton slut.

And he loved it

. She whispered in shy amazement, "I told you to fuck me like your whore." She couldn't believe it.

Frank lifted her chin with a finger so she'd see his eyes when he said, "You were wonderful." They kissed with hands wandering on each other until he took her hand in his, entwined their fingers and led her to the bedroom.

"It felt incredible when you were behind me like that." Her voice sounded bolder than she felt, but she pressed ahead anyway. "The way your head rubbed against me." She'd

never

openly discussed how something sexual felt with Tim, but it felt natural with Frank. Madeline understood he wanted to know, as she did about ways she touched him.

"You're so fucking exciting." He said.

"You didn't cum."

"I'm not young, so it only happens one time now and I wasn't ready for the night to end." He turned her so her back was to the bed. "This way I get more of yours Madeline. I savor your orgasms and now we can have another."

Looking in his eyes, she knew he meant it, she felt it when they made love. She said, "I want to feel you cum inside me Frank." Then heard her voice say, "Fill your whore."

He pushed her backwards onto the bed. She landed with her arms over her head and he pinned them there when he landed on top of her. He claimed her mouth with his, then left a trail of hungry kisses from her chin to her sex and growled when his tongue slipped inside her there. Madeline gasped, "Fuck..." Then Frank sat back on his haunches and slapped her breast. It stung. He tit-slapped her again before shock could fill her, but not before excitement flashed in her wild soul. "Oh... Fuck..."

"On all fours whore."

Madeline quickly rolled face down and rose to her hands and knees. She expected the sharp spank that came next but the loud clap of it surprised and enflamed them both. Her ass glowed pink and burned like she did inside and her breaths came fast and deep.

"Arch your back and stick your ass out." He was ordering her to display herself. He smacked her ass again when compliance wasn't immediate. When she obeyed he said, "Face lower," pushed her face and chest onto the mattress and pushed her knees apart.

Madeline felt exquisitely obscene in that position, showing Frank her holes. She knew he saw how wet and puffy her lips were and mewed when his fingers slipped inside her. He stroked her velvety arousal. "Are you my whore Madeline?"

"Mhhm." With her face and tits pressed against the sheets she wanted to scream with excitement.

His fingers were slimy when he pulled them from her cunt and touched her other hole. He circled and caressed her puckered starfish, teasing her with her own lubrication and when his tongue replaced the fingers she moaned, overwhelmed by nerve endings firing signals to her brain. Frank licked Madeline's asshole. Forbidden and dirty and so fucking sexy she wanted to shriek. She whimpered when he pushed the tip of his tongue inside her. Then he draped his body over hers, molding against her shape with his mouth near her ear. His whisper was guttural, "I'm going to train you to be my anal whore."

He had her head pinned against the mattress but she nodded it as much as she could. She felt his cock between her legs and wondered if she could take him in her ass already, then reached a hand to feel his girth and trembled. She knew he would tear her open but the fear excited her in an exotic new way and she wanted to do it.

He slid his cock along her slippery folds and said, "Not yet my dear"

like a mind reader

. "I'm using your cunt tonight." She was such a mess from dirty talk and her dirty thoughts and their standing fuck that he was able to force his length into her in a single cunt stretching penetration. She moaned when his head pushed against her limit. He swelled with her exclamation of lust. When he began fucking her doggy style in long strokes she groaned again, "Oh Fuck..." Then Frank shoved a pillow under her hips before pushing her forward and riding her into a prone position on the bed. With all of his weight pressing her into the mattress and pushing her sex against the pillow, the stimulation of his cock against the sensitive front of her vaginal sleeve intensified. Every stroke forced unladylike sounds from her, sounds that grew feral when he stretched her arms forward and forced her legs together with his. The position amplified the sensations in her cunt. They fucked like a writhing animal with a female front and a male back joined by his cock squeezed in her cunt in a sexy new way. With his weight and the strength of his legs pushing hers together she felt every detail of him inside her, the flared glans and heat and even his bulging veins inside her, fucking her. She stroked him with her velvet hole. They fucked without air between them or slapping flesh. He muttered, "Cum...cum for me." She begged with her body. She was his skin and he was hers, they fucked in wavelike motions and bucked shamelessly, muttering dirty desires. Even pinned face down she was still able to pretzel her ankles around his to trap him and goad him on. Madeline wanted to scream when she felt him swell inside her, swelling as if to burst in the grip of her cunt. She held him like a mating bitch-dog, sucking his cock with her hole until he finally jerked in the center of her, jetting his seed into her gush of girl-cum. The knot of flesh and emotion on the mattress made an inhuman noise that was the cry of a man and woman knowing each other more intimately than they thought possible in the most human moment of their lives. She milked him as the sound faded and their bodies quieted. She held him inside her and mewed in pleasure.

As they grew still, they heard the music again. It was Madeline's beautiful solo performance and they were still joined when it ended.

Frank wanted to stay inside her, stay where she caressed his manhood, but felt his weight on her was too much. When he rolled to his back, his cock pulled out of her, followed by a creamy gush of their cum. Then Madeline rolled to her back alongside him and mewed again as she explored the gooey mess between her legs. He turned to watch her face and fingers, watch her rising and falling breasts glazed with a sweaty sheen, her stomach and hips and everything. She gathered a bit of their cum with her fingers and was bringing it to her mouth when he intercepted her and brought her fingers and their mouths together for a single kiss. They licked her fingers between their lips in that kiss.

Then she did it again and they did it again, smiling like kids with a discovery and that feeling was the blanket they slept in.

~~~

The receptionist greeted Madeline with a practiced smile when she strode into her husband's firm with a large envelope. "Hello Mrs. Foster."

They'd met numerous times at company functions so Madeline corrected her, "Madeline, please Cynthia."

"I'm afraid Mr. Foster is in a meeting...Madeline. Was he expecting you?"

"Sooner or later. Please tell him I'll be in his office."

"Mrs...." the receptionist started to speak but was talking to Madeline's back as she moved down the hall. Madeline exchanged greetings with associates she knew and something about her bearing started the office buzzing.

In less than a minute, Tim found her waiting in his office. When he started to close the office door she said "Leave it open." There was no hug. She was sitting in a chair and didn't move to get up.

Tim moved behind his desk and sat down. He looked at her. "Madeline." Her features were set, but relaxed. "You look different." He said, and meant it.

"I am. I've been different every day that you've known me." She spoke matter-of-factly. "You didn't see." She searched his face. "Who am I Tim?"

He thought about it for long moments, then spoke honestly. "I don't think I know right now."

"And I don't really know you." She responded. "After all these years." Her voice was laced with regret. "I'm not sure how that happened, or why, but it did." She placed the envelope on his desk.

He knew what the envelope contained without looking.

"If you join the Petition for Dissolution this can be done in a month or two. If you oppose, it will get messy."

"Maddie we can still..."

He stopped speaking when Allie walked into his office looking down at her phone. She was saying, "Tim, we're due on a Zoom with Smithson." Then stopped when she saw the back of a woman's head sitting at his desk. A head with long auburn hair that she knew.

Madeline swiveled her chair around and smiled. "Hi Allie." Her smile was disturbingly genuine.

"I'm sorry," Allie felt the floor open under her feet, "I didn't know you were visiting. I'll just..."

"Not at all. This will only take a minute, and now that you're here I have a question for

you

." When Tim gestured for Allie to enter and close the door behind her, Madeline said, "Leave it open."

Allie closed it.

"Of course." Madeline said, looking between them. "Tim tells me how smart you are, how savvy you are in dealings, so I have a question."

Allie's foreboding grew. If Tim hadn't made her close the door she'd have been halfway down the hall.

"Why did you let him come home with your lipstick on his boxers?" Madeline paused only a moment for the answer she knew wouldn't come. "Did you think it would destroy our marriage?" Madeline's calm, friendly demeanor bothered Tim and Allie more than anything else. "Or," she held Allie's eyes, "are you tiring of your fun with him... and thought the lipstick would cause a blowup that ended with him saying the fun was over? Your easiest out."

Madeline knew it was a classic, unanswerable, "have you stopped beating your spouse" type of question. Allie was equally aware of that fact. Her face tightened. She said, "Excuse me Mrs. Foster." She opened the door and walked out, closing it behind her.

Madeline turned to her husband. "What do

you

think, Tim?" Still in that friendly voice.

His voice was soft and defeated. "Why do this here, Madeline?"

"Every person working in this office knew what was going on, so I thought they should have a front row seat to this." Then her voice hardened with resolve rather than anger. "You humiliated me Tim, discarded me. So, for myself, I needed to walk in here with my head held high, and walk out the same way." She stood, looked down at him and added, "I told my therapist I was going to tell you this way. The therapist you thought would cure my

inexplicable

unhappiness?"

With her hand on the doorknob she said, "We need to keep the girls from getting caught in the middle of this." When she turned the knob and opened the door she ended with, "She is, by the way."

"What?" He was puzzled.

"Curing my unhappiness." Then she left, with friendly

good bye now's

to associates she encountered on the way.