Sophia

TWENTY-THREE

Myška helped Peter out of the shower and, taking a towel from the rack, dabbed him down before taking him into the bedroom to finish the job. That left Sophia with Piri.

'Do you want me to leave the water on?' said Piri.

'Yes, please,' responded Sophia, so wound up with desire that it was all she could do not to fist the Hungarian beauty right there and then.

Piri took the shower attachment out of its anchoring and directed it at Sophia, first at her breasts, then her stomach and finally her womanhood. Bringing her other hand into play, she probed the blonde woman's snatch with her fingers, working three of them in and then withdrawing them so that she might taste this woman who had to be made to learn how to love.

'What are we to do with you?' she asked.

'I am trying. I really am. I know I'm a selfish bitch and that Peter is everything I want to be. I know you prefer to be with him and not me...'

Piri put her finger to her lips.

'That is not true, Sophia, but I cannot see you, or let little Myška be with you, if you will only harm us. We are human, Sophia; we have feelings, hopes, ambitions, insecurities. We like people to care about us, to ask us about ourselves, to waste some of their time with us. Do you understand?'

'Yes, yes, I do. I don't want to harm you. I promise I don't.'

She had started to cry.

'Let me leave you now. I will go to another room and sleep and let you enjoy yourselves together without me. I can do that. I think I understand better now what I have done. I cannot change immediately but I will try my best to change. Maybe two steps forwards and one step backwards, but I will try.'

'Come here,' said Piri, drawing her into an embrace as the water jetted over them.

Sophia looked up sheepishly and there was her one-time nemesis looking at her with love. Sophia didn't know what to do, how to cope with this acceptance. Before she would have used it as a stepping stone to carnal relations, but at that moment, under the shower, she just stood there with tears rolling down her cheeks.

'Let us join the others,' Piri said, taking her by the hand and towelling her off.

She led her into the bedroom. Peter was lying on the bed next to Myška caressing her and speaking to her softly.

'Let us leave them,' said Piri. 'We can use Myška's room.'

Sophia followed her upstairs as if in a trance. Her need for this woman was so great that she wouldn't have been able to express it, if she had been asked to. Piri turned back the duvet of the single bed and invited Sophia to lie down. She left only the lamp on the bedside table burning.

'We don't have much room,' she said softly.

'I don't care so long as I am with you,' Sophia responded.

Piri climbed on top of her and began to grind her mound against her lover's, shifting her position from time to time to bring the greatest pleasure to both of them.

'Do you like?' she asked.

'I like a lot,' Sophia answered.

Piri continued to rub, keeping her pussy as near to Sophia's as she could, so that frequently they could feel the other woman's lips kissing their own. After a while, Piri's mouth found Sophia's and they kissed long and hard.

'Do you want my tongue?' Piri asked.

'Yes, please,' Sophia replied

Throwing off the duvet, which had already slipped to one side of the bed, Piri moved into a 69 position.

'I want your tongue too,' she added a little redundantly.

Piri raised her ass slightly so that Sophia could more easily access her and settled down to an upside-down contemplation of Sophia's nest.

'My God, I never tire of it,' she said simply, before making her first sweep of the magnificent dome that lay before her.

Soon she was raking her tongue eagerly over her folds, until she could feel them start to part under the constant barrage. Sophia remained as focused as she could on her own job, at first making jabbing motions at Piri's treasure chest and then, when she started to make some progress towards unlocking it, raising her head slightly to break her way in. Piri's experience and solid technique ensured a swift entry to Sophia's garden. Like a hummingbird, she dipped her tongue into the depths hidden by Sophia's petals and extracted her nectar. She could feel the older woman's arousal building around her, so she eased off a little, withdrawing her tongue to the aperture of her flower. Sophia found it difficult to keep tonguing her partner when she was herself so close to reaching orgasm. But, trying to keep her new resolution to be more focused on the needs of others, she did her best. It was certainly a challenge working, as it were, against gravity and her neck began to feel the strain. Without all those hours of yoga, where would she be, she thought?

But set against the discomfort was the fact that her character thrived on adversity. She didn't like getting things too easily and she got bored easily. Where there was agony she knew that there would always be the chance of ecstasy. So she knuckled down to it and changed her approach to long raking motions. Piri made things easier for her by lowering herself a fraction, taking care not to smother her. This provided the spark that Sophia needed, as she rammed her way inside her lover's grotto and started banqueting on the delicacies it offered. Piri started speaking Hungarian in a guttural, ostensibly angry tone. Sensing she was nearing climax, Sophia increased her tempo and cupped Piri's dangling pear-shaped tits with her hands. Piri returned to Sophia's honeypot and helped herself to some of the choicest ambrosia from the depths. In the end, it was Sophia who came first, bumping and grinding her hips to give her partner the sensation of a speedboat ride across another vessel's wake. Piri was unable to hold out much longer, as Sophia returned to her post with renewed vigour once she was free of other distractions.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Peter's gentleness with Myška had not in the event led her to close her eyes and drift off into blissful sleep. For this, it must be said, Peter himself must take some of the blame, since in his eagerness to comfort her, he had gotten closer to her than he wished, with the unfortunate consequence that his penis had taken it into its head to graze the girl's thigh. Needing no second invitation, she adjusted her body and guided his head to her opening. Placing one of his legs over hers, Peter pushed his pole against her pussy lips. They remained firmly closed against his use of force, causing both of them to get stimulated. He wriggled a bit and tried from a slightly different angle. Still no success. Myška was in no mood to offer him assistance and lay there passively, fully aware of the power of his projectile and of her own incapacity for resistance. Believing that all good things come to those that wait, Peter tried once more to enter her but still to no avail.

The time for patience was over. He uncoupled himself from her, parted her legs, moved on top of her semi-crouching and used his hand to guide himself into her. The dryness of her exterior was in stark contrast to the state of her unseen inner parts. Once he had broken in, a procedure which caused soreness to his already delicate penis, he took his frustrations out on the little one who had turned his life upside down. Recalling the time after love-making when she had told him that she wanted to have his babies, he drove into her with a passion she had not experienced since their first time.

'You want my babies still?'

'Oh, god, yes, more than anything!'

'Then prepare to receive my baby making seed!'

Suddenly he pulled out of her and told her to get on top of him. Generally he found it difficult to come 'uphill' but tonight he was confident that he could manage it, so turned on did he feel. His children's nanny stood on the bed facing him and slowly lowered herself onto his weapon. Crouching rather than kneeling, she rode him, gently at first, then with increasing passion. He placed his hands behind his head and timed his thrusts against her lunges. Incredibly, they kept it up for more than five minutes without once becoming detached. Sweating profusely, Peter braced himself for one final effort. The last couple of times he had tried this position with his wife had ended in failure. Myška instinctively knew it was now or never; she also knew how to drive him over the edge.

'Give me your seed, Peter. I want your babies.'

With an animalistic grunt, Peter announced that he was past the point of no return. His body shaking and his hands tearing at the bedsheets, he yelled triumphantly as his sperm shot into his lover's willing receptacle. Just inside the door, Sophia and Piri - holding hands - smiled as they witnessed the two lovers reaching their own very personal nirvana. In a sign of her changing attitude, rather than being incandescent at the idea of Myška wanting to bear children to Peter, Sophia merely wondered at the love she had for her husband, and felt rather proud of him.

TWENTY-FOUR

It was a windy day in midsummer when Sophia received a call from Seth. She'd seen a fair bit of him recently as a result of a project that they were both involved in and he had been his usual bubbly - if rather obsequious - self. He said he had something he would like to talk to her about, which he thought might be to her advantage. She told him to pop by in the afternoon around 4.30pm, when she would have more time. When he knocked on the door, she had actually forgotten that he was coming over. He spoke of this and that in his roundabout manner and as usual Sophia had to chivvy him to come to the point.

'I carry a message from someone you met a few months back, who esteems you greatly and would rejoice if you were able to accede to her request.'

'Yes,' said Sophia. 'Does this female person have a name?'

'Oh yes, indeed. She is the one known as Mingzhu Cheung.'

'And what message does Ms Cheung wish to convey to me?'

'She would be delighted if you could meet with her. I mean of course alone, one to one, with no mediating person.'

'I thought she had gone back to the States.'

'Ah no, Miss Sophia, she is staying for the season with a cousin in West Sussex.'

Sophia had no idea which season he was referring to and didn't pursue the matter.

'I see. And how would she like me to contact her if I find I have any reason why I might like to see her again?'

'She has given me her phone number, which she has tasked me with giving you if you are interested in further communication.'

'Okay,' said Sophia, 'why don't you let me have it and I can take matters from there.'

Delighted with a job well done, Seth removed an envelope from his breast pocket and passed it to Sophia. It had been sealed with tape as if it contained state secrets.

'Very good, 'said Sophia, by way of dismissing him. 'I will take it from here.'

'So the China doll is up for some more action?' she thought. 'West Sussex, eh? That's where one of our favourite restaurants is situated. Maybe we could make a weekend of it.'

And by 'we' she meant Peter and herself. Yes, Peter had been so sweet about everything and such a help in guiding her in the new life she was endeavouring to live that she felt he definitely deserved a crack at little Miss Mingzhu. Of course, she'd have to clear it with the Chinese girl first but, if she could stomach the elderly Egyptian, she'd be sure to go bonkers over Peter. She made a mental note to call her that evening after the kids had been put to bed and Peter and she had had dinner.

Over dinner Sophia mooted the idea of a weekend break in West Sussex with Peter. He was very keen to do it and suggested a hotel not far from the restaurant, where some work colleagues had stayed. Sophia decided to put off calling Mingzhu until she had spoken to Peter about her plans for the trip. Not unnaturally, they centred around the petite beauty. When they were in bed, Sophia reminded him of her last visit to the Egyptian's. Peter perked up instantly; he had always wanted to hear more about the Oriental girl. When Sophia was telling him about the chance for the three of them to get together over the weekend, he did more than perk up, as Sophia was able to testify from the truncheon she found she was holding in her hands.

'Tell me all about her and let's fuck!' said Peter, who was normally averse to midweek coupling.

Sophia told him about what she wore, about her scent, about her soft lips and beautiful mouth, about the full breasts for one so tiny and about her long, beautiful hair.

'What about her pussy, darling? Did it taste good?'

'You're incorrigible!' she said, massaging his cock more vigorously and wiping the pre-cum from his helmet. 'She had the most exquisite cunt you can imagine and she came like a bitch in heat.'

'Get off your butt and mount me!' Peter told her.

She obliged and he slid not without difficulty into her hole.

'God, you're so damned tight. More like a virgin. Pretty amazing when you consider what manner of stuff you've had up there in the past few months.'

'I love it when you talk dirty, babe. Make me cum.'

'As long as you keep talking about her. I want to masturbate inside you.'

'She is so tiny your penis will probably penetrate right through her. You could be done for manslaughter. She is engaged to a nice Chinese boy, but he is disappointing in the size department. She craves white cock, English cock, your cock.'

'Fuck you, wife, you've just about brought me off. Tell me one more thing about the girl and I'll come inside you.'

'Well, there is one other thing, which I wanted you to wait and find out when you meet her and unzip her cheongsam and fuck her soaking pussy.'

'Fuck, bitch, tell me before it's too late. Fucking prick tease!'

'Um, you see, the thing is, she's completely hairless down there. Just as you like them.'

'A fucking shaven haven! Why didn't you tell me that before, bitch?'

'Shoot your load inside me, big boy! Maybe I will give you another baby.'

'Too fucking right,' he yelled, sharing his burden with his wife.

So, it was with a heightened sense of anticipation that Peter and Sophia motored down to Sussex to meet with Mingzhu. They had arranged to meet at the restaurant for dinner, so Sophia had plenty of time in the afternoon to enjoy a massage and the rest of the spa service, while Peter was out playing golf. Sophia mislaid an earring shortly before they were due to leave the hotel - Peter eventually found it on the bathroom floor - so they arrived late at the restaurant, having had to rearrange a taxi. When they got there, they found Mingzhu already at their table, drawing furtive, and not so furtive, looks from men who were meant to be out for a romantic evening with their partners. When Peter realised who it was they were going to spend the next (hopefully) many hours with, he nearly did a somersault.

'Wow, that girl is something else,' he thought. 'Look all you want, guys, it's my cock she'll be sucking and straddling tonight.'

She was wearing a simple flamingo pink mini dress with a polka dot pattern, with narrow straps tied up in bows on the shoulder. She had put on pendant earrings with what looked to Peter's untrained eye like a pearl hanging from a metal loop device styled, he thought, after a Chinese character. Her hair was worn in a bun on top and long at the back, in the style of an actress in a costume drama who turns out to be a dab hand with a sword and at performing stunning callisthenics with the aid of wires. Two tresses fell from her temples, framing her face. Wearing subtle pink lipstick that matched her dress, she looked stunning.

Introductions over, Peter made small talk to her, while Sophia enjoyed being transported back a dozen years to when he had been plying his lines on her. He had definitely smartened up his act, she thought - more confident now and happy to let pauses occur in the conversation. Not that there were too many of those, as the little doll seemed as enamoured of Peter as he of her. After a while, Mingzhu addressed Sophia with real affection in her eyes. Talking hold of her hands, she told her how much she had thought about her and how much she had taught her that evening three months ago. Sophia took her hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly, thereby guaranteeing their table of a gallery for the rest of the evening.

They ordered food and wine and the women talked about what they had been up to since their last meeting. Mingzhu had been working on the PR for a project at the O2, which her uncle - with whom she was staying locally - had some part in organising and funding. She seemed happy and well. The English weather agreed with her, she said, which surprised Peter and Sophia, until she told them it was currently below 60 degrees in San Francisco, while south-east England was enjoying one of its periodical 'heatwaves' - set to last for only a couple more days, of course, but nonetheless nice while it lasted. Peter asked her if 'Mingzhu' had any special meaning in Chinese, and she told them that it meant 'Bright Pearl'.

The starters came and went, and Peter was enjoying his sea bass, when he suddenly felt a hand on his thigh. His initial thought was that he had died and gone to heaven, but then he realised that the hand could only have issued from Sophia's side of the table. Whatever, it was the kind of hors d'oeuvres he would have ordered had he had carte blanche with the menu. He found it increasingly difficult to both eat and converse while he was being assaulted in this way, especially as the hand found the bulge in his trousers. Peter had an overwhelming urge to touch the beautiful girl on his left - a hand on the thigh, a bit of footsie, whatever. In the end he didn't need to do anything, as a set of finely manicured nails touched down just above his knee. He looked as nonchalantly as he could in Sophia's direction and saw, what he had suspected, that both her hands were under the table: she was evidently touching up Mingzhu as well.

Placing his cutlery on his plate, he moved his left hand slowly but unerringly to Mingzhu's leg, watching her closely as he did do. He noticed that her left hand was still visible, so knew that she was not extending the same courtesy to the wife as she was to the husband. He slowly moved his hand along the Chinese girl's thigh until it slipped under the hem of her dress. She caught her breath sharply, eliciting a meaningful look from Sophia, who also increased the pressure on Peter's erection. Another gasp from Mingzhu told Peter that Sophia had hit the spot. It also told him that it was time to pay the bill and clear out of there. There was the matter of the taxi to attend to first, though. Sophia, more sensitive now to the needs of others, went to make the arrangements, while Mingzhu and Peter continued getting to know one another, their hands now above the table but unable to stay away from each other. Peter's imagination was racing in many directions at once: to her full mouth, her alabaster neck, her ripe breasts, her firm thighs, her slender ankles, her painted toes, her shapely ass and her inner mysteries.

Sophia sat in the front of the car so that Peter and Mingzhu could continue to get better acquainted on the back seat. She was worried that the driver would careen off the road, so much time was he spending checking out the action in the rear-view mirror. Twenty minutes later, they were back at the hotel and three minutes after that Peter was untying the straps of Mingzhu's dress, unbuttoning the back and watching in awe as her lithe body was revealed. Sensing no resistance, he pulled down her panties to reveal her extraordinary mons Veneris. He stood back for a moment, taking in the vision and shaking his head in wonder. The girl got to work on the buttons of his shirt, tossing the garment to one side before moving to his lower half. Sophia stood nearby watching her technique and looking to see how much control Peter would be able to retain. She kicked off her shoes and sat down in an armchair.