Later that evening, after a good meal and some tense words between them, Racquel lay curled up beside her husband, her own scheme coming to full fruition in her mind. She had a friend that she knew Bryan was dying to fuck, a lush and ethereal brunette named Ava. Ava was about 30 and had a cool, mature vibe about her that Racquel herself found alluring. She was fairly certain that Ava would swing with them if asked and that would suit Rachel just fine. There would be a price though, if Bryan wanted in on the fun. He would have to agree to forgive his sister and make peace with their dad.
Bryan couldn't always wield the power in the family. There were times that Rachel knew; despite how good she looked in a short skirt, that she would need to wear the pants in their kooky, loving family. There would likely always be times where she would have to be the voice of reason, the peace-maker. While she loved her husband with all of her heart and Heather was her sister, both of the Adamson siblings could be volatile. That wasn't the way things were in Racquel's family, her mother's nature was cool as ice and Racquel rarely got her feathers ruffled. Only some of the recent sexual events in her life had stirred her up - with happy end results.
Racquel told her husband that they had "won" a week-long getaway in a raffle. It was a good thing for her that he could be a bit absent-minded, for there had been no such draw. Her mom, sister and Heather had chipped into the pot so that the newlyweds could get away and allow Racquel to wheedle her way into Bryan's mind. Everyone wanted peace in the family, including Racquel. If in fact Heather's new "stepmom" was as hot as advertised, she wanted her to become a member of the "loving family" as soon as it could be arranged.
She scoured her drawers and closets for her sexiest outfits and lingerie. This week would be a fucking bonanza and Racquel intended to keep her husband's libido stoked for as long as she could. Despite the fact that he saw her naked every day - and every other woman in their eccentric little clan - he still got aroused by his wife when she wore sexy lingerie, heels and bikinis. Racquel didn't think that she would ever completely understand men, but their odd behaviors contributed to the fun.
She looked at the elegant new stilettos she had splurged on for their vacation and hoped that they would evoke the reaction in her husband that she hoped for. He certainly enjoyed watching Heather walk about in her heels, although she needed them more than Racquel did. The lovely brunette exhibited no jealousy because there was something almost magical in Bryan's relationship with the petite redhead. She also knew that there was no point; she would never come out on top. Racquel was quite content to be a close second in his affections and to reap the benefits. She was free to partake of Heather's fiery little box any old time the two of them cared to play and Heather had a libido twice as strong as her sibling's. All either of the sisters-in-law had to do was nod and it was game on. Racquel had ruined a few of her outfits in the tempestuous love play she shared with Heather, but it had been worth it. The orgasms were incredible and didn't seem to cease until neither of them could see straight. Racquel thought at times that she might just adore Heather as much as Bryan did. She knew the outside world might frown upon the truth of their relationship, but none of them had been happier.
Clothes looked good on the leggy brunette and she had managed to supplement her income this past year by doing some modeling. At times, she had to keep her emotions in check as some of her fellow models were far too attractive for their own good. A sensible young woman, Racquel knew that if she allowed herself to spend too much time playing, her earning potential would be squandered. She certainly was no fool, if a number was offered, she took it. There would be opportunities for scandalous love play at a later date and it amused her to have one up on Heather. Raquel just knew that she had to work now and play later.
She took a look at a dress she knew her husband would love; it was lacy, black, ruffled and short. He had not seen it yet and the accessories that went with it would surely drive him mad with desire. It had had that effect on someone else and Racquel smiled as she remembered her own breaking of her little rule. The smile got wider as she recalled that it had been
totally
worth it.
Her body trembled excitedly as she vividly recalled that particular afternoon - and evening. She had been doing a catalog shoot with Marcus. She liked Marcus and had known him for a long time. Had she not been a happily married lady with more lovers than she knew what to do with, Racquel might well have fucked him. He was debonair, worldly, attractive and funny, not to mention rich as King Midas. He was a bit older than her "type" of guy, but if the last several months had taught the seductive brunette any lessons, it had taught her to consider new possibilities. The only thing standing in her way was her unconventional marriage and she did wonder if Bryan would object if she fucked another man. Now was not the time to find out.
"We got some
amazing
shots," Marcus told her in his deep, rich voice with the still-faint trace of his Suffolk accent shining through. "Well worth every penny of the exorbitant fees I pay you." That was a running joke between them, he knew quite well that she could have earned more working for other lens jockeys, yet she made herself available whenever he called.
"You're right Marc, they are incredible photos," Racquel heard a woman's voice proclaim as she got dressed behind a floral-decorated screen. It wasn't someone she knew or one of his models, this voice had an air of sophistication about it and the faintest hint of a Georgia drawl. When she came out in her street clothes, she saw the woman and had no idea who she was. All she knew was that the woman was tall and beautifully dressed, with an outfit that likely cost more than Racquel would earn from a week of posing as she had today.
"Now I see why," the woman expressed her opinion while giving Racquel the once-over. She didn't halt her admiration for even a split second. "You had a model who enabled you to work such miracles. Hello my dear, I'm Ava Morgan. You like girls, don't you?"
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Ava Morgan's name sounded familiar to Racquel, but her brash outburst had caught her off guard. That in itself was a true rarity in her life. She decided that she wasn't going to be a victim, so she grinned sweetly and said "I
like
girls, but I
love
women," she purred. "There is simply no substitute for experience." Racquel knew that age and experience didn't always go hand in hand, Heather was representative of that, but why give Ava the upper hand?
"Ah, she's a little pistol, wonderful!" Ava laughed. "I quite agree with you darling and if you're up for it, I'd love for you to gain a little more experience."
Marcus shot her a look that told Racquel she might be treading on very thin ice. She played it cool as to see just how things played out. "Are you
propositioning
me?" Racquel asked with total candor.
"Oh, dear heavens, my darling, yes I am," Ava gushed. "Life is simply too short to waste time on silly games. I very much want to go to bed with you and thrash about the sheets."
Racquel chuckled silently. She found herself liking this eccentric, impeccably dressed woman, although she still didn't want her having the upper hand. "I'm not saying I'll do it, but you get me - what do
I
get out of the deal?" She questioned Ava.
"I told you Ava, Racquel is one smart cookie," Marcus laughed. "I've made more than one attempt to woo her away from that husband of hers and my pleas have fallen on deaf ears," he said to the kooky brunette.
