The Artist And The Model Ch 09

Mike and Cass

Mike had been working at the seduction of Awesome Cass for months. She was a difficult conquest, because Aquila was her best friend, and she would not want to betray her. He knew from his long experience of women that it would be a slow business, but all the more rewarding for that. He decided on a devious strategy.

One time when she was in their house, and Aquila was in the bathroom, he asked Cass, "Does Aquila talk to you about me? I'm asking you because I'm afraid that there is something not quite right in our relationship."

Cass thought for a moment. She thought all married women grumbled about their husbands to their friends, and Aquila was no different. It did not mean they did not love them. Or did it? She did not want to cause any trouble between her BFF and her husband, so she said, "She's always saying how great you are. She makes me wish I had you and not those losers I keep meeting on dating sites. What seems to be wrong anyway?"

"It's nothing I can put my finger on, but I feel she is going off me. Do you think there is another man on the scene?"

"No, I'm sure there isn't," replied Cass. "Maybe it's just your imagination"

"I hope you're right. Please don't tell her we had this conversation," he said as he heard Aquila returning.

He had planted the seed in Cass's mind; and by asking her not to tell Aquila about the conversation, he made the first move in sabotaging the frankness and trust between them. It was the start. Over the next few months, he continued to manipulate Cass, subtly at first and then less so, into believing that Aquila no longer loved him and their marriage was heading for the rocks. He complained about her coldness and indifference. He also implied, then stated, that he found Cass very attractive, and seemed to be about to say he wished he had married her and not Aquila.

When Aquila came home from her first day with Dan, and said that she would not be bringing Cass the next day, Mike thought the time had come to strike. He called Cass.

"Cass? Mike here. How did you two get on today?"

"Fine. We were at Dan Dancer's all day. It's a funny kind of a house, converted from an industrial unit. All the living quarters are downstairs and the top floor is completely open, it's where he has his studio. I sat downstairs on the couch watching TV while Dancer and Aquila worked upstairs. His little girl came in the afternoon and played with me."

"What's he like?"

"Nice guy. Widower with a young daughter. Thirtyish. About 6 feet, curly light brown hair, blue eyes. Irish. Really from Ireland, he has this cute accent. Smooth, polite, good-humored. Talented artist. There was lots of his stuff hanging all over the house."

"Attractive?"

"Very. Not my type, though. I prefer them a bit rougher around the edges," and laughed.

"Did Aquila find him attractive?"

"I don't know. What are you implying?"

"Why do you think she doesn't want you along to-morrow?"

"Well..."

"She was very cagey when I asked her about him. As if she had something to hide. Tell you what. Why don't you come over to my house tomorrow afternoon and then we'll see. When she comes home you will be able to tell if she has been banging him. A woman always knows."

"Okay."

"Come over for lunch, then. I don't know what time she'll be back."

Mike hung up and then fistbumped the air. "Yes!" he said.

When Cass arrived the next day she found Mike sitting with a drink in front of him and an air of profound gloom. He had his lies carefully prepared for her.

"I went over to Dancer's place this morning and looked in the window. They were on the couch downstairs. They were kissing, and he had a hand on her breast. She was naked, and undoing his belt."

"Oh Mike, I'm sorry."

"Here, join me in a drink. This is my special occasions Bourbon."

He was actually drinking cold strong tea; it was the same color. He wanted to stay sober so as not to affect his prowess. He spent the next hour enumerating all the great things he said he had done for Aquila, and complaining about her ingratitude to him. After the second drink her inhibitions were reduced and she was feeling slightly reckless. She said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Kiss me," he said.

She kissed him, and soon things started to heat up. He unbuttoned her blouse and she slipped it off. She reached behind and opened her bra. Her breasts swung and trembled as she leaned forward to take it off. He took them in his hands. He could hardly get both of his hands around one of them as he bent to take the nipple in his mouth. She sighed in pleasure as he started to suck at it. Any inhibitions she had felt were dispelled by the belief that Aquila had been unfaithful first, and did not deserve such a wonderful husband.

They went upstairs and helped take each other's clothes off. Cass knelt and took Mike in her mouth. She licked and sucked and kissed, while Mike squeezed one of her breasts and pinched the nipple. She felt herself getting wet between her legs, and caressed herself with her hand. She took his testicles in her mouth and sucked gently, running her hand up and down the shaft.

"Get on the bed. Hands and knees, ass up," said Mike.

She did as he said, and he put on a condom, then knelt behind her. He smacked her bottom, and then bent over so he could take her breasts in his hands. She reached back and moved him into position. He entered her a little at a time, pulling back so he was almost out, and then going in further than the last time. When he was all the way in, he grunted in pleasure, and then said,

"Oh, Cass, I've always admired you. To hell with Aquila, that whore. You're the one I want."

"Take me, Mike," said Cass, "I'm yours."

He start to pump in and out, and it was not long until he felt he was near his climax. So he pulled out, and lay on his back. Cass climbed up and mounted him, moving back and forth until she started to turn pink and sweat. She started bouncing up and down, faster and faster until she came with a scream and flopped forward on him. The tightening of her pussy with her orgasm was all Mike needed to come as well.

They hugged each other, and after a few minutes Mike said. "How about some lunch?"

"Good idea, I'm starving," said Cass.

Mike put on his dressing gown and Cass took Aquila's. They went downstairs to the kitchen and raided the refrigerator, feeding each other with tidbits, kissing and laughing.

After lunch they went back to bed for more sex. Mike went down on Cass and brought her quickly to orgasm. It was time for his final act of conquest. He parted her legs and started to thrust vigorously into her. Soon he felt his orgasm coming, and pulled out of her, whipped off the condom, and plunged back in.

"No! No!" said Cass. "I'm not on the pill!"

"Yes! Yes!" cackled Mike in triumph, as he made her his sperm receptacle.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back.