Lyssa regains Richard's attention
All characters in this story are imaginary and over eighteen years of age.
This is my second submission. Hope everyone enjoys my little tale about Lyssa and Richard.
Lyssa Hammers looked through her closet for a outfit appropriate for a lunch with her best friend. She picked out a pair of beige Burberry slacks and blue Elie Tahari blouse. The plain white bra and thong she was wearing would be fine. She was looking forward to lunch to alleviate her boredom. She ran a brush through her shoulder length blond hair.
She had only had a perfunctory kiss from her husband that morning as he hurried out the door for work. She could not expect him home before seven PM at the earliest. So, a leisurely lunch with Laura Petrovsky would be the highlight of her day. She decided to call a Uber rather than drive herself, since lunch with Laura usually meant a bottle of Chard.
When the Uber dropped her off, she saw Laura waiting by the door. Laura was wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans and a green blouse that matched her eyes. Her auburn hair was cut short in a Pixie with her bangs feathered over her left eye. Lyssa walked over and they greeted each other with a hug.
"Let's take our time," Lyssa said to Laura. "I am going to the gym this afternoon, but have nothing else until Richard gets home tonight."
"Well, I have a boudoir shoot at three, answered Laura. "But we have plenty of time to spill the tea."
"Are you doing boudoir photos now?" Lyssa said with surprise.
"Weddings are good money, but the boudoir shoots are even better. I know a great cosmetician who likes to do makeovers, and she is reasonable. All you need is a bed or a couch, and a couple of sheer negligees. There are a lot of women who will spend several hundred dollars to spice up their man's interest, or even to make themselves feel good."
"Maybe I need to do one of those, I sure need my husband's interest spiced up," said Laura with a frown.
"Oh my God, Lyssa, you are gorgeous! I cannot believe the Richard lets you out of the bedroom." Laura interjected.
"At first, we had a lot of fun, but now, work seems to be his wife and I'm his neglected mistress. I just get so bored. If we go out is just some tedious business dinner with boring workaholics. They don't even try to flirt with me."
She leaned forward and whispered, "And I am so fucking horny, I can't stand it. I have even been fantasizing about the lawn man. And he is about sixty and must weigh three hundred pounds. A vibrator is just not the same as a man making love to you. I just don't feel attractive anymore. Richard is just 36, but to him I am just a piece of furniture."
"If you need to have some validation," Laura replied. "Maybe you should start an Watchme page."
"What is that? Lyssa queried.
"You haven't heard of that?" Laura said. "It is a website that hosts erotic webpages. You can start one and men pay to look at sexy pictures and videos that you post" Their third glass of wine had clearly started to take effect.
"I couldn't do porn!" Lyssa said with a shocked expression. I couldn't get naked in front of a bunch of strangers!""
"Don't forget that time in Cabo," smirked Laura, "You were pretty quick to flash every guy you saw."
"I was nineteen and completely wasted." Lyssa fired back. "I am a mature and sensible woman now."
Laura just giggled, "You just told me you were having fantasies about your 300-pound lawn boy. Seriously, it could just be you filming on your cellphone. I could take some spicy pictures for you. You are absolutely sexy enough to be successful. You would be in control of what you did. You could just do bikini and lingerie shots if you wanted. You wouldn't have to have sex, maybe just some T and A. If I was as hot are you are, I would do one myself."
"I couldn't do that, what would Richard say?"
"He wouldn't have to know. Just don't tell him. Use a stage name."
"I don't know, I don't think I'm quite desperate enough for that, yet." Lyssa answered.
"Well, if you do decide to, let me know and I will help you get set one up. Oh, it is almost two. I have to go get ready for my three o'clock shoot."
They gave each other a goodbye hug and Lyssa called an Uber. On the way home, the idea of having a sexy website swirled around in her tipsy brain. The thought of so many horny men fapping to her pictures sort of turned her on. By the time she got home her panties were damp in the crotch.
She decided to go all out to get some interest from her husband. She would put on her lingerie from their honeymoon and do her best to seduce Richard. If that didn't work, she would see what interest she could provoke in anonymous strangers on the internet.
That night it was past 9 when Richard got home. She greeted him in a knee length silk robe over the white satin lingerie that she had worn on their honeymoon. She smiled her most seductive smile.
"You look like you need some TLC, with the accent on L," she whispered into his ear.
"I'm sorry Lyssa, I'm exhausted. One of our competitors made lowball bid to our biggest customer. We spent the entire day working on a counter. I have to be at work early tomorrow the finish the presentation. The customer called a meeting at nine AM for our bid."
"You care more about that job than you do about me!" Lyssa exploded. "I wish you could show me a fraction of the time and attention you give to work!"
"I don't have the energy for this tonight" he shot back. "I will make it up to you. "When this is settled we can go somewhere, just the two of us."
"Damnit, Richard, I almost wish it was another woman, at least I could compete with a woman! I'll sleep in the guestroom tonight, don't bother waking me in the morning."
Lyssa spun away and rushed up the stairs. She went into the bedroom and stripped of the lingerie that she had believed would remind Richard of their passion when they had first gotten married.
She pulled a long T-shirt out of the dresser and slipped it on. Lyssa then marched out of the bedroom and down the hall to the guestroom. She threw herself onto the bed and buried her face in the pillow. Her tears soaked into the satin pillowcase as she cried herself the sleep.
When she woke the next morning, Richard was already gone. He had left an apologetic note, which she crumpled and threw into the wastebasket. She went down to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee. She started to grab a carton of ice cream out of the freezer, but stopped herself.
"No," she thought to herself, "I refuse self-pity". She picked up her phone and texted Laura.
"I need you to help me set up the Watchme page"
After a few minutes, Laura responded, "Let's do it, girl."
Three days later, Lyssa showed up at Laura's studio with a tote bag of lingerie and bikinis. Laura had already set up with a loveseat and chair In front of a red velvet backdrop.
"Let's start easy," Laura said. "We will do a few fully dressed, the maybe a swimsuit and lingerie after that. Then when you are more comfortable we can do some tasteful nudes if you want."
"Take off your bra and put your blouse back on," Laura ordered. Lyssa complied. Once Lyssa was ready, Laura took a look at her. She looked exquisite in a pale Yellow blouse and a forest green miniskirt with black tights. Her areolas were faintly visible through her blouse. And her nipples proudly poked against the fabric. Laura took a few basic shots of Lyssa standing in front of the backdrop and sitting on the loveseat.
"Now, lean forward and spread your knees a little bit," Laura directed. "Just a little bit more, that's good. Give me a little Mona Lisa smile. Lyssa complied.
"That's perfect, Lyssa, you'll have them eating out of your.... hand." Laura said. "I have some really good shots, now let's take a look at what you brought with you." She went through Lyssa's tote.
"This black set will be really hot," she said, putting it to one side. "These red ones, too. This purple bikini and that blue one-piece. Put on the black ones first."
Lyssa stepped into the dressing room. stripped off quickly and pulled on the sheer black thong. And then the matching lacy pushup bra. Next came the garter belt and thigh highs.
Lyssa looked at herself in the full length mirror. She almost did not recognize the sensual beauty her looking back at her. She noted the creamy overflow from her bra cups, the smooth flat belly and the long slender legs. She felt herself getting a little aroused by the idea of people seeing her look so sexy.
