Sharon and her husband are both secretly cheating. If that's not your cup of tea, better skip this one. If you like lots of sex, read on.
"She'll be here in a few minutes. Let's go over a few things."
"I know she's a beauty, Manny, so I did my best today."
"Yes, I see that. You look fantastic! She won't resist you."
Antonetta Lazzario drew looks wherever she went. Today the olive-skinned beauty wore a filmy white blouse and dark skirt which revealed most of her long legs. Her full breasts and shapely hips swayed when she walked. She had the body and the spirit of a mid-twenties woman, sure of her rousing sexuality. Her dark hair framed an angular face, set with eyes that could burn right through a man.
"Now, remember a few things we talked about..."
"I know. I know. Let you take the lead and..."
"Right. I know how to play her. She's hot for me, and that'll help us."
"And you say that she likes it with women too."
"I've seen the photos. Loves it!"
"So, I'll play up to her here in the restaurant..."
"Yes, whet her appetite for what we've planned later."
"I hope she's nice. I mean, it'll be hard if she isn't."
"She's very nice. You'll enjoy her more than you can imagine!"
"You sound pretty sure of that, Manny."
"Believe me. I know how much she lives for it!"
"Shhh. Here she comes now. My god, she is beautiful!"
****
Sharon was meeting her friend-with-benefits Manuel for lunch in a little Italian place downtown. He had asked her to join him and a 'mystery woman', Antonetta, who had a favour to ask of her. Lunch with Manny and finding out what this person wanted had proven an irresistible combination.
Sharon was eager to satisfy her curiosity, but was determined to avoid going to her friend's nearby apartment. She simply didn't trust herself around the man.
As she glided into the restaurant, all eyes turned her way, the second beauty to enter in the past few minutes. Sharon wore a tight red sweater that clung to her rounded breasts, along with a black leather pencil skirt that highlighted her shapely behind. Her long blonde hair was a curly mane framing a very appealing angelic face. Manuel knew she was anything but an angel.
The hostess led Sharon over to his corner semi-circular booth and directed her to the empty space beside a very sexy dark-haired woman, who smiled at her invitingly. Manny stood and came around to kiss Sharon on both cheeks before she sat down. Then he introduced her to Antonetta, and they smiled, as they appraised each other.
"I've heard so much about you from my friend Manny. I see that you are even more attractive than he described!" Antonetta enthused.
"Thanks. Coming from someone as lovely as you, that means something. I hope Manny hasn't told you too much about me. We have our secrets."
"No, he just told me that you two had a hot photo shoot together," she lied convincingly.
"We did, and it launched my new career with Tom and Gwen Miller, a couple of excellent erotic photographers."
"I'm sure we'll talk more about them later, Sharon," Manuel noted. "Here's the wine list. Will you both join me today?"
"A glass of dry white for me, Manny. You choose."
"I'll have the same," Antonetta added.
"I'll share a bottle with you," he said and placing the order, he told the waitress, "Drop off some menus. We'll order our meal in a while."
For the next half hour, the three of them made small talk. Sharon told her story about the surprise glamour shoot which led to her budding career as an erotic photography model. Manny revealed the side-hustle which had been a mystery to Sharon up to now. He was on contract to find and place new photo talent. She guessed that this may be linked to Antonetta's favour.
Antonetta told them that she had some modelling experience, but largely in amateur fashion shows, along with the occasional bikini contest at automobile and motorcycle events. Her full-time job was in sales at an upscale lingerie shop in the neighbourhood.
Aside from assisting customers with selecting fashionable support and bedroom attire, she also helped the owner with inventory recommendations. At the present time she was urging Mrs. Avanture to stock a range of sex toys to complement the bedroom lingerie.
"Interesting! Do you have any personal favourites, Antonetta?" Sharon teased, comfortable with the other woman after a big glass of wine.
"Well... yes. I admit it," she replied, glancing toward Manuel, who seemed to urge her to continue.
"So, tell me. And I'll tell you, OK?" Sharon encouraged.
"I like the little bullet-like palm vibrators, myself," Antonetta admitted, blushing a bit. "Your turn."
"The opposite. The big wand that vibrates, with a head that wobbles when you want it to."
"I've seen those in catalogues, Sharon. Should I suggest to the owner that we stock them?"
"Personally speaking, they are fantastic." Then she lowered her voice. "For vibrating the clit, but also to... actually insert. It feels like a big cock moving inside."
"Oh my god! Maybe I should get one for myself!" Antonetta gushed, moving her palm to Sharon's thigh, and clenching softly, the first of her calculated moves.
"What are you two whispering about?" Manuel asked, having heard only snippets of their conversation. He did notice that Antonetta's hand was below the table, angled toward Sharon, and he smiled. This seemed to be moving along quite nicely.
When the bottle was empty, they ordered a second one to have with their meal. By now, Antonetta had turned her body toward Sharon, and they were very close together. As they waited for the food to arrive, Manuel could see that they had hands clasped on Sharon's thigh.
When they spoke and laughed, both touched the other's arm softly. He felt almost left out of the table conversation, but he knew the reason. Antonetta was working Sharon.
By the end of the meal- and the second bottle- Antonetta and Sharon were sharing stories and laughter like fond friends. Then the waitress returned, asking if they were going to order coffee and dessert.
"No dessert for me," Sharon stated.
"Me, neither. Too much food," Antonetta added.
"Why not go somewhere else for coffee?" Manuel suggested. "If we walk a bit, we'll feel more comfortable."
All agreed and were soon on their way to the door.
"I live nearby. A very short walk. Come to my place for coffee," Manny stated with a big smile.
"Good idea, Manny," Antonetta quickly chimed in, as planned. "You make a great brew."
Outnumbered like this, and feeling no pain after two-thirds of a bottle of wine, Sharon nodded agreement. They were going to Manny's apartment, the same place that Sharon had vowed not to visit. But what could possibly go wrong? After all, there was another woman with them today, so they wouldn't be alone together.
Manuel led the way and the two women walked side-by-side behind him. Antonetta kept up a steady flow of conversation, as much to prevent Sharon from having second thoughts as anything. At one point, she even took Sharon's hand, eventually bringing her arm behind her back, pulling Sharon close to her as they walked.
"I like you, Sharon. I'm glad Manny invited us to have lunch with him," Antonetta said softly.
"You're very nice and I'm enjoying your company," Sharon replied.
Sharon was eager to find out what favour Antonetta wanted to ask her. So far the woman had said nothing, but perhaps she would do so at Manny's apartment? Meantime, she certainly was a pleasant companion. Other than Gwen Miller, Sharon hadn't yet made any female friendships in the capital. Perhaps one was developing now?
****
Mark had exchanged cell phone numbers with Claudia after they spent the afternoon together during the week. Sharon was out for lunch with somebody, so it seemed like an ideal time to contact Claudia about the coming week. He had been thinking a lot about their hot sex, and wanted more.
"Hi Claudia. Mark. Do you have privacy right now?... OK, I'll wait 'til you're back at the scene of the crime," he joked.
She was going to take his call in the Ullman's home library.
"Mark, so good that you called. I'm sitting right where this all started, and I wish that I had you in my mouth again right now," she spoke softly.
"Oh yeah, I have something here that I'd love to give you too," he chuckled, referring either to his cock or it's contents.
"Mark, last week at the hotel was wonderful. I can't stop thinking about it. That was the best I ever had, believe me!"
"You were fantastic, Claudia. Will we meet for 'business' again this coming week?"
"Only on one condition," she said a bit ominously.
"Ohhh... and what's that?" Mark replied, a bit concerned.
"You have to promise... that it will be just as good as it was last week. That's all," she laughed.
"You had me worried there. Look, I can do even better. Why don't we start a half hour earlier, say 2:30? Then we can try some new things I've been thinking about."
