Author's Note: The Third chapter in the love story of Bella and her son's rival, Rick. Bella allows her instincts to take her to Rick. This is not a vanilla love story. This story includes cheating. It is not discussed explicitly, but those themes are present throughout. Please only read this story if you are okay with that.
Chapter 3: Bella's Warmth
It had been a week since that night of wonders. The life in her house remained the same. Everyone went about their business. Connor went to classes, study groups, and football practice sessions. John kept on working. Her colleagues at the law firm took cases, defended clients. None of her coworkers, friends, or family noticed anything different in Bella. None of them would really notice when sometimes in the midst of doing something she would get a glassy look in her eyes. Life around Bella continued in its normal flow.
Bella's life, however, was a different story. That night had reminded her, of what her body could do. Or, more precisely, what could be done to her body. The heights of pleasure that could be coaxed out of her. Sex as Bella used to know it, was not a slow romp in the sheets like it was with John. No, it was a fight for dominance in the sheets. A fight where she fought with all her might, yet secretly rooted for her opponent. Really truly wonderful sex, as Bella remembered it, was a loud, bed-breaking adventure that rendered her bow legged for days. It was like a potent drug that she had shared with a few very lucky boys back in college. A drug that she had abstained from for nearly twenty years.
Last Friday, she had recognized the heady rush of that high once again, in that basement with Rick. She had protected that precious feeling, cared for it and coaxed it out to an orgasm so powerful that she had almost blacked out. But this was not even close to what she could accomplish with the right partner. Bella distinctly remembered orgasms from back in the day that shattered her world to the point that she actually did black out for a few hours. She remembered the feeling of free fall, as a real man made her take all his cock even as she instinctively struggled to protect those special deep places in her pussy. The way she was built, she could never force any toy so deep. And she did not really want to. She knew that her pussy was made to caress male flesh, not synthetic appendages. Brad had been intimately familiar with all her moods when he ploughed her pussy deep. He had played with her like an instrument, ringing all the bells, pushing all the correct keys.
She had thought of herself during those days as an instrument, an instrument of pleasure. The more work her lovers put into her, the more melodious her music became. In the right hands, she could sing all night. But a common thread in all her trysts during college was the type of men she chose. All dominant, powerful men, who could take matters into their own hands. Men with whom she could abandon all rational thoughts and just enjoy the ride. She was a feisty, self-respecting gal, but she knew her pleasure lay with men who could take the reins and pound her cute little ass into the wall.
Never did she ever want to personally hold the reins and coax her pleasure out like last friday. But, she is married now. Cheating was not an option, so she had to make do with what she could. At least flirting with Rick revved her motor, so to speak.
"Bella,..."
She looked up to see her husband snapping his fingers at her.
"Where were you?" he asked, grinning.
"Nothing honey, just thinking about something at work. What's up?"
"I have to go run a practice. See you tonight."
"Sure," she said as she rose from her seat to give him a peck on his cheek. Ever since that day even the simple act of kissing someone on the cheek flashed her mind back to that basement. And that had become the main problem in her life.
She just could not stop thinking about that night. She had tried to recreate the magnificent cum she had that night, but all her subsequent orgasms had been the usual weak ones. Every one of them had failed to leave her sated. Her entire body seemed like a simmering cauldron of need, that never really boiled over. Even her work ethic, a source of pride for her, had been suffering. It felt as if her treacherous body seemed to have imprinted on Rick as her next lover and refused to even consider blossoming without his touch.
It was quickly reaching the point where she was considering meeting with him again. Her only fear was that last friday night was a fluke. What if he couldn't fire her up like last time?
She shook her head as she dismissed that thought. She would cross that bridge when she got to it. No need to obsess over it right now.
Maybe she could meet Rick at the practice session. That would be an innocent enough place to bump into him and maybe flirt a little. No one would bat an eye at a coach's wife talking with some players. Would Rick even be at the practice game though, she wondered.
She walked over to her bedroom where John was getting ready to head out.
"Maybe I should come to the game with you. Will Connor be playing?"
"Yeah, he is a reserve, but he might play for some time. Depends on Arnie."
"You should come though," he continued. "See your man in action and all."
"You think so. Are all players supposed to attend the practice?"
"Yeah."
Bingo!, she thought. "I might have to leave early though, so I will take my car", she said as she turned to the bathroom to change.
She charged into the bathroom to change into the team shirt and jeans. In her hurry, she forgot to change her minimizer bra, or her cotton panties. She put on the small amount of makeup that turned her from gorgeous to goddess, and hurried to keep up with her husband.
She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before she started her car. Her fingers shook with the excitement coursing through her veins. For a moment she marveled at the effect this college kid had on her. If her current state was any indication, tonight's end would be as satisfying as last Friday's. Maybe even more so, she thought. Flirting, as innocent as it was, could still be taken up a notch.
Unbeknownst, to her, her breath had deepened as she thought about Rick. Her breasts had resumed the hypnotic up and down sway that they had abandoned since last friday. She drove in a haze, to the stadium. Making small talk and impatiently getting the pleasantries out of the way, she finally reached the field. But Rick was nowhere to be found. She could see all other members of his team, even her son. But not Rick. Maybe he was late. It figured that he would be arrogant enough to assume he was above the rules of showing up to practice on time.
She waited on the sidelines with other staff, distractedly chatting while keeping an eye out for Rick. He finally appeared ten minutes late and to her surprise, actually apologized to the coach as he ran up to the field. He hadn't seen her yet, so he did a double take when he finally did see her within the stands. Especially since he could see that she had eyes only for him. She could practically see his eyes widen in recognition, as that infuriating lopsided smile grew on his face. She could feel his eyes zoom into her bust with an intensity that surprised her. She looked down to check if there was something on her shirt, but only saw the outline of her bra through the shirt.
Oh!, she thought. Did he really think she would come to his match braless, she mused. She looked up to give him a smirk, but his attention was already elsewhere. For the next half hour she sat in the bleachers and saw Rick dodge, bully or simply obliterate through the defense. She could feel her lust building, as she saw his display of dominance. He did not look at her, not even once.
After an hour, he came back to her side of the bleachers and sat a few seats down and away from her to relax.
"Really?" she thought. "Boys," she murmured incredulously. Was he ignoring her just because she had worn a bra? She had never agreed to go braless. In fact, he had never even asked her. She had thought the whole braless thing was a joke anyway.
Enough thinking, she decided and scooted over to sit by Rick.
"Good game, huh? You were great on the field"
"I always am."
She turned towards him as she started, "Listen, I wanted to thank you for letting Connor win last...."
"So what color is your bra?"
"What?"
"I know you are wearing a bra. Which color?"
She could feel the conversation starting to get away from her just like in the basement. As if on cue, she could feel the warm glow in her belly begin with a swooping sensation. Finally!! Fucking Finally!!
She struggled to keep her face neutral and keep her smile from showing. "Why do you want to know?"
"Nevermind!" He shrugged, apparently bored with the conversation and started to head towards the building changing rooms.
"What the hell?" she thought. "Who is this guy?"
After a few seconds of dumbfounded disbelief that someone could actually dismiss her when she was flirting with him, she ran to his side. She had to keep jogging to keep up with his long strides. "Why do you want to know about my bra?"
"Why are you so curious, Mrs W?"
"I just am," she added. "Come on, I want to know"
He stopped suddenly and looked at her. She could feel him deliberating. For some reason she hoped that he was deciding how crass his answer should be.
"Look Mrs W, you are so hot that I want to... just..." he trailed off as his hands balled into fists. She shivered under the intensity of his gaze.
"What?"
"You are like almost my ideal woman Mrs W. And I need my ideal woman to have perky nipples."
She stood dumbfounded in front of him, frozen by his honesty. As if in a trance she could hear herself whisper "She does." His reaction to her words were immediate. She could actually feel his burning gaze through her bra trying to determine the shape of her nipples.
"Fuck Mrs W, thats hot!" he grinned at her. She couldn't help but smile back. In their small little private world now, he was her sole focus. She could still see him weighing her breasts with her eyes. "Poor Baby," she thought. There was no way he could imagine the actual size of her breasts through her minimizer bra.
Her breathing spiked even further as she deliberated giving in. She knew for sure now that last Friday was not a fluke. She already knew that an explosive orgasm awaited her as soon as she could reach her home. But she wanted to ride this rollercoaster as far as she could.
"Fine! You win," she said as she gave him a shy grin. "Let's go inside."
Rick's eyes practically bugged out as he followed her inside the building. They reached an empty staircase. She checked for other people to ensure their privacy, and then turned towards him.
"Turn around," she said.
"What?"
"Turn around so I can take off my bra."
He turned away.
"And no peeking," she giggled.
"Not even once," he asked.
She shook her head at his antics, "No means no mister."
She took her bra off, and put her shirt back on. The team's logo was impossibly stretched across her now free and ample bosom to the point of being illegible. Her nipples were proudly announcing themselves to the world. Well at least he will get a show, she thought.
"You can turn back now," she said
She could see him turning around. He stared at her breasts straining against the shirt. His mouth opened, but he was quiet. The whole stairway was quiet, except for the sound of her deep harsh breathing. When the silence stretched too long, she cleared her throat.
