Losing Your Head Over Love

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Once again, thanks to Tim1135 for stepping up to edit this story, I have played around with it post edit, cock-ups are mine. This is a fictional tale, if you are looking for something that could have cropped up from a problem page of a magazine, this won't be for you.

Losing Your Head to Love

Elina pulled up at the restaurant. It was well off the beaten path, like always, and not up to the dining standards she expected her paramour to provide for her in their future together. She smiled to herself. It would soon change and with luck, swiftly once she got over this last hurdle. This was a small price to pay for a lifetime of sufficient wealth to be more than comfortable. Plus, there was the amazing sex they would continue to enjoy together.

With the interior light on in the car, she used the small vanity mirror in the sun visor and reapplied her sticky bright red lipstick, carefully rolling her lips together. She knew her pout trout was like catnip to men, in fact, her whole body was like catnip to men and even the odd woman, that would slip her a piece of paper with a phone number once in a while.

Finishing her lipstick, she looked at her reflection and let out a small sigh. Even lit by the dim interior light she could see the march of time had allowed the signs of mortality to show. Whilst she may not look like the forty-seven-year-old woman she was to the general populace, she could see it herself, in her own reflection. Her husband of twenty-three years, Rory Tomsett told her several times a day she was still the most beautiful woman on the planet and he had to pinch himself when he woke up every morning as he looked at her to be sure he wasn't dreaming.

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She should have been a model. At seventeen, she stole a friend's boyfriend simply because she could. When she set him loose after a week, her then ex-friend felt some payback was due. It hadn't been the first time she'd stolen a boyfriend from another girl, to prove she was the

one

they all wanted. At the ice-skating rink a few weeks later, Elina was suddenly bumped by a group and fell to the ice. In a fraction of a second, someone was forced to try and jump over her head to avoid crashing into her prone body. The blade of the skate cut her left cheek badly, requiring six stitches, which were six little stitches too many to become a model. Despite her ex-friend apologising over and over as she was treated at the ice rink, the wink she gave Elina as they escorted her off to hospital let her know it was revenge for stealing her boyfriend.

To add further hurt to the event, an invitation for an interview for a top European model agency arrived. Stalling for several weeks in the hope her face would heal enough to not be a problem, when she sat in front of a panel for the interview, they apologised immediately. They were unaware of her injury and, unfortunately, she would not join their ranks. Leaving, she went straight to the toilet and sat in a stall as tears tumbled from her eyes. She heard two women at the sink talking a few minutes later and overheard one tell the other it was a crying shame about the last girl's face. Without that injury she would likely make it to the top had she been unblemished.

Without the prospect of modelling, she felt hemmed in living in Tauragė, an industrial city in Lithuania. The jobs she took from the age of eighteen weren't overly well paid and full of drudgery. She had done well at school and college but never pushed herself hard to make the most of her mental ability and was now paying that price. She had been cock-sure that her looks and body would lead to a lifestyle she felt she so richly deserved. It never quite panned out. Aged twenty, she decided to do what many young people now free from the shackles of communism had been doing. Travel to Europe to seek out new and exciting lives.

She started in London. Initially enjoying the buzz of the historic city but found it extremely expensive to live in with a lowly paid job. She also found that there were people that tried to lead her down the wrong path. Still chasing modelling as a career, she had an offer for a screen test. Unfortunately, when she turned up for her test screening, it was for adult magazines, plus an opportunity to do soft porn films. They tried the hard sell, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable. That tipped her over the edge. Contacting a friend she had made during the first few months here, who had met a man and moved out of London, she found herself in a provincial town where she lived with her friend and her husband for several months. With the friend's and husband's advice, she took some night school courses and managed to get a job as a bank clerk.

At one of the courses, she met Rory Tomsett. Several times she would catch him looking at her and occasionally, it looked as if he was daydreaming about her, until he would realise she had caught him out which made him blush heavily.

As the thirteen-week course headed towards the end, he hadn't so much as spoken to her. Over those weeks she started to see him as quite cute and a man with a lot of intelligence by his interaction within the class room. In the end, she asked him out for a drink after the final course session. As they sat in the pub, he was bewitched by this beauty. Looking around, he could see the envious eyes because she was with him. Other than exchanging names and some small talk around the course, there wasn't much said as they'd walked into the pub and sat at a table. Elina decided to take the bull by the horns.

"Why didn't you ask me out? I saw you looking at me several times."

Rory looked straight into her eyes. He swallowed before he spoke, speaking from the heart and meaning every word.

"Because I'm a mere mortal and you, Elina, are a goddess. I'm expecting my morning alarm to go off soon and prove this is a dream and not reality. I have never, ever, seen or been in the presence of a woman as beautiful as you."

From the point her body had begun to change from a child's to a woman's, life became a treadmill of being continually treated as an object of sexual desire and those unsolicited desires allowed her to build a wall where she was almost impervious to the silver-tongued, would-be suitors. For the first time in her life, she knew these words were sincere and straight from a man's heart. Rory was not employing some lame chat up line to try and get into her underwear.

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Out of nowhere, their relationship flourished, It turned out that Rory had a relationship during college and had lost his virginity to his former girlfriend. The surprise was that Elina had managed to, more or less, retain hers. Yes, she had some sessions of heavy petting, even given a few blow jobs but, had always refused penetrative sex. She admitted that it was one of the reasons she had gone through lots of boyfriends, always made out she had done the dumping before they spilled their guts. The truth was, she had effectively been a cock teasing boyfriend stealer as she went through her teens, a life she had long left behind and was honest enough to admit it to Rory. She maintained, that only she would save herself until she was married, and that once she gave her virginity to man, they would be paired for life. He admired and loved her even more for effectively baring her soul to him.

She kept her virtue intact whilst they dated, and they married two years later.

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Rory had been given a reasonable size inheritance when his grandparents passed and sensibly purchased a house with a small mortgage which had happened before Elina came along. She was amused when he said his hobby was model railways and he had one in his attic. She imagined one of the simple boxed sets that one of her cousins had been given as a youngster. She was shocked when she first set eyes on Rory's layout. It filled the large attic. There were tunnels, bridges, a mountain section, river and a small town with a station. Other than the track and rolling stock, he had hand made every piece using resins, plastics, metal, glass and materials such as latex. She was amazed at the detail and skill that had been used to produce this. It always amused her and did defend him when friends would rib him over his train set as they described it, pointing out it was a miniature railway.

For his thirtieth birthday, she arranged a surprise long weekend in Hamburg, where he spent a day in

Miniatur Wunderland

, the world's largest model railway exhibition. She expected to be bored to death however, she actually enjoyed it. It was the small detail that amused her, especially some of the German humour. In one layout a couple are secretly making out in a cornfield next to a railway line. A couple of months later, Rory wanted to show her the latest edition to his layout. She found a scale model of their house had been added. He asked her to look through the windows. Inside, she saw he had created their entire home in miniature. When she looked in their bedroom, there were two small figures naked on the bed making love. The detail made it clear who they were. Within ten minutes, the act he had captured in miniature was being carried out for real in their bedroom.

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But that was then, seventeen years ago and this is now. She did still love him, they still had sex but, it had slowly morphed over the years. The excitement she had once felt from their sex life had been slowly replaced by a feeling of dullness and tedium. She now loved him more like a brother than a husband but never told him how she felt. They didn't argue or fight, she suspected he may feel the same way as her. At work, when she confided in her friends, they said that all relationships drifted into this abyss over an extended period of time. One of her friends jokingly said she should find a '

piece on the side'

. They all laughed as she said she would never ever do that to her husband.

Rory had always worked for the same company and remained an insurance claims assessor and had been for many years. He never went into great detail about his work. She figured he just shuffled paperwork clicking 'yes' or 'no' with a mouse to accept or deny household insurance claims. As far as she was concerned, to him, being excited was choosing an Indian over a Chinese meal because it was spicy. And that's part of the reason why she was now sitting in a little black dress in the car park of this back-water restaurant. She was here to meet her lover, Tony Buscetti. The man that, just thinking his name, brought dampness to her black thong that barely covered her freshly shaven pussy.

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Not too long ago, Rory's parents died fairly close together, married for over forty years, his dad succumbed to cancer and they say his mum died of a broken heart six months later. As an only child Rory was shocked to find his dad had played the stock market for years. Combined with the sale of the house, Rory netted close to two million pounds after taxes.

She expected him to start splashing the cash; trading up to a big house, big holidays, sporty cars. Frustratingly for her, he did nothing of the sort. He upgraded some household appliances, had a new kitchen installed and the bathroom refitted but, none of the big luxuries she had expected materialised. She sulked and kicked off at him for being so mean. He laid out his plans to retire in two years at fifty then start living, taking extended trips around the world and long, luxurious cruises. The only concession was he agreed to buy her a 'new' convertible car to replace her Ford Focus. She wanted a new BMW but he set a limit of twenty-five thousand pounds, so that meant second hand which is how they had ended up at Buscetti Exotic & Sport Cars.

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"Stunner isn't she."

Elina turned to see a good-looking man with a thick head of slicked back jet black hair looking at her with hungry dark eyes. He never even looked at the car or Rory and she immediately felt a long-forgotten sensation in the pit of her stomach, because standing walking towards her was an attractive man that really

wanted

her.

Tony ran his fingertips slowly down the long bonnet of the car as he walked beside it towards the driver's door.

"A thoroughbred, lusted by many but only a few get to sample such an exhilarating ride."

He spoke with passion, his eyes remained locked on her face, the hint of an Italian accent giving her goose bumps as he opened the door and ushered her to get in. As she slid into the seat her dress rode up revealing plenty of model-like leg for his viewing and he was sure it was for his benefit. Walking round to the other side of the car, he climbed in the passenger seat as they sat talking as if Rory wasn't there. All the time his dark brown eyes never left her face, she knew he was undressing her in his mind. A skilful manipulator, he would occasionally look at Rory and speak to him but, Rory felt he was trying to keep him pacified. His view was the salesman knew the car was for Elina and he was pitching his sales talk at her to make the sale, which was why he was practically blanking him.

Men had ogled her since she was a teen. She had learnt to let it roll over her, to simply bask in the effect she had on them and playfully flirt, with no intention of ever wanting more. But for once, this was different. Her heart beat in her chest and her hands felt clammy as she sat in the car and twisted her fingers together. Worse than that, the dampness between her legs was almost unbearable as she shifted around, rubbing her thighs together, trying to quell the heat that this smooth-talking man had stoked in her loins. She remembered what her friend had said. "

You need a bit on the side.

"

Five minutes later, she fired the car up ready for a test drive. Rory was stood by the passenger door, expecting the salesman to get out and for him to take his place in the passenger seat. As Rory went to grab the door handle and open the door, so the salesman understood he was her husband and would accompany his wife, he was taken aback by the salesman's comment.

"Sorry sir, company policy means an employee had to be present for the test ride."

Before Rory couple utter a word, the car pulled away and Tony shouted back at Rory.

"Have a good look around sir, maybe there's something you'd like a drive in, your wife certainly knows what she wants!"

Rory shouted that he was quite happy with his own car as Elina pulled away from the forecourt. They never heard his comment. He thought it was odd, did Tony say

test

ride instead of drive, he had got his words muddled. He walked over to a salesman and asked how long was a typical test drive, the reply was until the customer was fully satisfied and walked away with a knowing smirk he didn't let Rory see.

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An hour later they returned to an annoyed looking Rory, Tony had been here before. Acting contrite he apologised, claiming they had been stuck in traffic and Elina had accidently taken it up a one-way street the wrong way. Tony couldn't help it as his lips twitched trying not to laugh. Once away from the forecourt, he had given her directions until they were out in the countryside via some backroads that took fifteen minutes, ending up down a dead-end lane frequented by doggers. As they had driven down, he let his hand just lightly brush her leg. He was looking for the signal to press on. She shifted slightly so the dress moved up an inch or so more, parting her legs slightly wider. She was giving Tony the green light to continue. By time they parked, his fingers were rubbing the slit of her very, very wet pussy through her damp knickers and within two minutes of parking up, her tongue felt like it was down his throat. A further five minutes later, there were obscene glugging sounds as she relentlessly took his cock as deeply in her mouth as she could as he sat looking up at the sky with a content face.

Less than ten minutes later she had her dress hitched up with her long legs straight, bent over the bonnet of the car as he pounded in and out of her pussy before using the sticky mess her stimulated body made to lubricate the one place Rory had never been. After building up a slow pace, he hammered away at the once virgin arse hole, to end up filling it with his own bodily secretions.

Straightening themselves up, they French kissed before getting back into the car and driving back to the forecourt.

Tony had pulled this stunt on more than one occasion with women he fancied but, this woman knocked every other conquest into a cocked hat. This one was exceptional and he wanted more, much more. He readied himself for the return and the patter he would use to sell the car and bag the woman for future fun. Before Rory opened his mouth to speak, he had made the apology and then the sales pitch began.

"Sir, I like you, I think you know how to drive a bargain. Remind me never to play poker with you. I'll knock a thousand off and deliver the car for free. How does that sound?"

Rory wasn't sure if he was part of the same conversation, maybe the car salesman mistook his annoyance at being basically blanked earlier and the overly long test drive as the loss of a sale. He looked at his wife who seemed in a dreamy faraway place. Her lipstick seemed somewhat smudged...

Realising how she must look she went into defence mode.

"I need to use the bathroom, I had to pull over and be sick, must have been something I ate earlier."

She smiled to herself as she walked away, what had been rammed down her throat earlier made her far form sick. As she walked away Rory noticed a wet patch on the back of her dress.

"Elina, why is the back of your dress...soiled?"

She stopped dead, if he could have seen her face Rory would have seen her expression, which would have given the game away, that she had done something she really shouldn't have. Tony's quick-thinking salesman's brain concocted an answer before Elina was forced to turn and face Rory. He spoke in a hushed tone, making sure only the couple could hear him.

"When she got onto the motorway, I told her to floor it, I'm telling you, this beauty certainly moves. I think it's got to her, wielding all that power on the road, if you know what I mean. That's what happens when you put a hot-bloodied woman behind the wheel of a fast sport's car. I'd suggest you get her home as quickly as possible and reap the benefit."

Rory looked in shock at Elina who had just about heard the comment and turned to smile coyly at Rory. Tony stepped back, knowing Rory couldn't see his face, he looked at Elina and winked. Elina then ad-libbed by walking over to Rory, nibbled his earlobe for a couple of seconds and whispered into his ear. She took his hand and slid it up her dress to rub it in her gooey pussy.

"He's right, that was simply wild, feel what that exhilarating ride has done to me. The fact you love me enough to buy this car has made me...want you...really bad. Please, buy the car and take me home, quickly!"

Twenty minutes later, Elina had done her best to clean up the copious fluids now dripping from her lower openings in the bathroom before returning to the sales office as the sale was completed. Tony had been waiting for her return before he asked the final question.