Her twentieth birthday was today, but it was nothing special to her. Leah had gotten a few calls and texts this morning, but she was now working an afternoon shift. Robert was also picking up extra shifts at work to pay down his part of the debt he shared with his brothers and friend, so she'd simply packed him lunch and sent him off to work with a kiss on his cheek. She figured she'd buy a small cake on the way home from work and they could relax with that and a movie, since he had another long shift the next day.
The last two weeks had been uneventful. When he wasn't working, he was mostly relaxing around the apartment, playing video games or fiddling around on his phone. There hadn't been much talk between them since that fateful night, other than to exchange pleasantries or discuss bills and other relevant matters. She'd gone with him the next Sunday to church and supper, but after dealing with the usual behavior from her mother in law, this week, she'd decided to again forgo the Sunday ordeal.
Robert had not attempted to initiate sex for over a week. When he finally did, it was in an almost shy way, as if he expected her to reject him. She consented, but not without attempting to guide him through foreplay so she could gain more pleasure. However, all attempts to get him to finger her in a satisfying way came to naught, and when it came to eating her out -- something he'd only ever attempted twice in their marriage -- he'd quickly proven that third time definitely was not the charm.
She'd tried to point this or that out to him to improve his technique, and giving him encouragement when he did something right. This resulted in very little encouragement, and lots of frustration.
Finally, out of exasperation, she simply let him mount her, and this was no more satisfying than anything he'd ever done in the past.
Then the next morning, after he'd gone to work, she'd pulled out her massage wand and gave herself the only real pleasure she ever felt within the confines of her marriage. This wasn't new, but now, when she came under the buzzing of the wand, she imagined Oskar Blackfeld pushing into her, filling her up, or his fingers pumping her expertly, or the way his lips moved along her face and neck with an intensity she'd never felt from Robert.
Leah quickly checked her phone. It was almost the end of her shift. She was happy for that, but not so happy about what she had to come home to.
Was this what she was really meant for? Working some crappy part-time job, to save up for the future, for her husband and children, to care for them and clean up after them, and go to PTA meetings and sports games and basically repeat the cycle that her family had gone through for the last few generations? There wasn't necessarily anything wrong with that dream in itself, but was it right for her?
"Leah Donaldson?" she heard someone ask, and turned to see a middle-aged man near the edge of the counter with a bouquet in his hands. He wore the uniform of a popular courier service, and she wondered if perhaps her husband had indeed come up with some sort of birthday surprise for her
The bouquet was modest and charming, made of several lilies and with a scattering of baby's breath and goldenrod. She quickly signed for it and once she was punched out and ready to go home on the bus, she opened the envelope that came with the flowers. The outside was nondescript, and inside was a note that had obviously been printed at the florist, but then, Robert's handwriting could be pretty atrocious and perhaps he just wanted to go the extra mile.
She hadn't quite forgiven him, but he seemed to be making an honest effort to be a better man, and she did her part in being a supportive wife. This sort of gesture made her feel optimistic about their marriage. Especially when she saw the black limousine that awaited her when she headed to the section of the building that faced a small park maintained by the buildings around it. Sometimes workers from the various buildings might come out here for lunch or smoke breaks, as she had done herself in the past.
A tall, well-muscled black man stood at the side of the elegant car, looking sharp and professional in his gold-buttoned uniform. He inclined his head and tipped his chauffeur's cap as she approached before opening the door for her.
"Evening, ma'am Enjoy your ride."
Just as he closed the door after her, she turned around, expecting to see her husband sitting there. Maybe with some champagne for them to share, or chocolate-covered strawberries, or some other grand and romantic gesture, and...
She stilled as she took in the presence of Oskar Blackfeld. Swallowing thickly and ever aware of her rapidly-increasing pulse, she slid onto a seat, facing him.
"I hope my husband didn't screw up again," she murmured.
He snorted softly. "If he has erred, it hasn't been in anything that concerns me, at least. Good evening, Leah, by the way."
She blushed at the gentle rebuke. "Good evening, Mr. Blackfeld. How have you been?" she asked politely, staring into his eyes.
"I have been well. I thought I would pay you a visit and wish you a happy birthday."
"Oh? That's very kind of you." After that, she found herself lapsing into an awkward silence. What was there to say to a man such as this? He reached across, and the movement drew her attention to his clothing. As always, he was dressed impeccably, this time in a plain black suit with a white shirt, accompanied by a black and purple striped tie.
Pressing a button, he spoke. "You may proceed, James,"
The chauffeur responded. "Roger that, sir."
He lifted his finger from the button, and she stared at him nervously.
"Where are we going?"
"I thought we might have a nice ride. I sincerely would like to make this a pleasant birthday for you."
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She was tense, and he said nothing more for a moment as he reached down, opening a mini-fridge to reveal several beverages and types of alcohol.
"I have that bourbon you enjoyed before, though there are a few other things if you prefer," he said casually as he sat back up, regarding her through almost half-lidded eyes. She looked nice in the hunter's green sweater and black calf-length skirt under a canvas-winter jacket.
Oskar Blackfeld wanted to fuck her since he first saw her, and had figured that after having had her, he would be able to move on. He had no illusions about how people saw him, and did not allow himself to get too emotionally involved with women. Short-term relationships, if not one-night stands, were the norm for him, and that was how he liked it.
But there was something about Leah Donaldson that intrigued him. It wasn't quite innocence, since she clearly hadn't been some doe-eyed virgin. He found her circumstances intriguing, and he wondered if perhaps the reason why he now seemed unable to shake his fixation was because of what he'd overheard when Leah had exacted the promise from her husband.
"Let us be candid with one another, Leah," he said as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I know that you are aware of my reputation. It is not without cause, but I assure you, my intention with you involves absolutely no harm. I still desire you, and unless I am mistaken, your sex life with your husband is unsatisfying."
The quick blush and averted gaze told him all he needed to know, and he smiled to himself. "When is the last time you were intimate with your husband?"
Slowly, she raised a hand, extending all five fingers.
"Five... days?" he asked. She nodded. "And how was it?"
Leah gave out a small snort.
"Have you thought about me?"
Her eyes darted in his direction before she looked away, blushing even more. He leaned in a bit more, his voice continuing to be gentle.
"Have you fantasized about the things I've done to you?"
She closed her eyes, and he grinned to himself as he slid from the seat, moving quickly across the small space, his hands taking hold of her knees. She gasped softly and looked back at him.
"I shall give you more to think about, my dear." With that, he pushed the hem of her skirt up, revealing pale, shapely legs. Thankfully, the tights she wore only extended to her thighs, as he had no care for pantyhose.
"Sir..." she breathed as her panties came into view. The plain lavender fabric was considerably more modest than the red lace she'd garbed herself in the other night, but he was no less eager to have what was behind the material.
"Hush," he said firmly as he reached in, hooking his fingers around the waistband and pulling Leah's panties down her legs and past the light boots she wore. "At least, with the protests. I will not disdain sounds of pleasure or encouragement."
With several firm pulls, he had her positioned more comfortably, thighs spread wide to reveal a tasty sight indeed. Her bikini line was neatly shaved, and dark curls sat around a moist opening that was quickly filled by one of his fingers. Her reaction was almost instantaneous, and she whimpered softly when he slid in another finger, plunging into her depths as he lowered his lips, teasing her clit out from its hood before he started to lick it.
His tongue darted across the sensitive nub, and a quiet sigh met his ears. He looked up to see her looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, her expression one of pleasure battling reluctance and confusion.
"Misterrr Blackfeld..." Leah lifted her hand to run it through her hair as she twisted around.
"I think that in these circumstances, my first name is better," he chided playfully before teasing one of her inner lips with his thumb.
"It's getting hot in here." She wiggled around, struggling to get her arms free of the jacket, keeping his fingers inside of her all the while, wiggling them as he pushed all the way in to his knuckles. She gasped softly and squirmed again, getting flustered at what should have been a simple task if not for her compromised position.
He chuckled softly before using his other arm to tug a sleeve off. She sighed in relief as she managed to free herself from the heavy article of clothing before she laid her head back against the cushion. Once he was sure she was comfortable, he leaned down, wrapping his lips around her clit as he explored and stroked her aching flesh, feeling his own arousal strain against his pants. Ignoring it for the time being, he focused on Leah's pleasure, kissing, licking, and sucking the tender flesh as her sweet musk assailed his senses.
"Oskar," she groaned. She reached out with one arm, gathering as much of a handful of upholstery as she could while she arched against him, his fingers and tongue teasing her closer and closer to climax. Her other hand went to her mouth, but she wasn't quite able to stifle all the sounds he evoked from her. Frantic gasping and moaning met his ears as he intensified his attentions, and he felt her boot against the side of his knee as she dug her heels into the carpet.
She was a glorious sight, eyes glassy and intense, her cheeks now flushed a becoming shade of rose, her hair now in attractive disarray from the thrashing her head had done.
Leah inhaled sharply before lifting her hand from her mouth, grabbing hold of the shoulder of his jacket. He looked up at her, winking as he continued his work, finally sending her over the edge.
