Verity's in Love

It was warm and sultry, the day of their house warming. While Verity was talking with guests, Stephen was wandering, bottle of wine in one hand filling the glasses of the smattering of people spread around their large open living area. Stephen noted it appeared warmer inside than the late spring day out. Slightly regretting moving into the stylish old modernist house he thought of the lack of insulation and large expanses of single glazing. As an architect he would have preferred to design their own but with his wife Verity's recent bout of postnatal depression and knowing her love for these stylish old houses he had thought quite rightly that she would love this.

Along the way he had told Verity he knew the one guy who could source the style of house she loved and that was Brad. Brad delivered. Verity never met Brad during the sale. It was financed under Stephens family trust income and although Stephen had shown Verity the house, they had done so together only. Verity knew what Brad looked like, he was often on TV and there were large billboards in town of him alone or with his team.

There was something about the media image of Brad that appealed to Verity. She recalled the rock stars that she had pinned on the walls of her bedroom when she was a teenager. Brad reminded her of the young George Michael. On TV, he always appeared so well groomed, so self-assured and wealthy. There was the stirring of a teenage fantasy inside of her.

Verity was no longer modelling but she had only just restored her figure after the birth of two children and a bout of depression where she had completely let herself go. It had taken some months of determined if not obsessive effort to get her back into trim. In fact her mature body's curves were probably more sensuous than it had ever been as a model. She had been supported by a number of friends who she had grown close to over the difficult period from her Mother's death. Their friendship had given her a new affability and confidence that she did not recall feeling before her depression.

She had met with a number of celebrities over the years. Well, hell, she and Stephen were minor celebrities in their own right but she felt titillated about this particular celebrity turning up at their housewarming. Stephen had invited him and she was not even sure he would show. Not knowing just seemed to excite her anticipation more.

Verity was never known to be a flirt but this time and for no reason she could fathom she decided to be a little risqué. She wondered, if Brad showed, what she could provoke. Of course Stephen, her husband, was oblivious to all of this.

To this end she had bought a new blouse and skirt. The blouse was not sheer but it was summer light and since she was wearing no bra the occasional breeze from the wide open windows would catch the blouse on her breasts. Her breasts were not big but large enough from the effects of two babies to slightly sway as she moved.

There were probably a number of affected gentlemen at the party but particularly affected was Stephen. 'Now that's something new' he thought as occasionally the breeze would emphasize her motherhood's large distended nipples and Stephen's penis would respond appreciatively. Their lovemaking had only recently been recovering with the help of counselling after the long period of depression and Stephen was thinking there should be an exponential improvement following this party.

Verity was not conscious of the effect she was having. She kept glancing out the window. She knew Brad had an Audi and she was nervously awaiting its arrival.

On the other hand Brad was well aware of Verity. He had never actually met her but he had seen her at functions as well as pictures that had appeared in magazines from when she was a model. He was envious of Stephen. She was quite different from the women he normally liked to enjoy himself with. He was also jealous of Stephens's career. He had attempted to get into architectural school but had never had the grades or aptitude.

There was something about the whole package that would be satisfying to upset Stephen while getting his rocks off, to boot. She was eye candy and she was Stephen's trophy wife but in being so she appeared to Brad to be aloof and up herself. She offered Brad a delightful challenge which he was only to keen to take on. He could bring both down with one stone.

His first strategy was to arrive late. Hopefully she should have drunk a little and he could judge her reaction to him once he had been introduced; or if he was not introduced when he had made himself known.

Finally just when Verity was about to give up she spotted what she assumed as Brad's dark blue Audi arrive. She was unprepared for the sudden thrill it gave her and the following charge she got out of it. Suddenly she was nervous. This was uncharted waters for her. She was not intending to cheat on her husband and did not understand the feelings she was having. She had drunk a bit of wine but was still in full control. She decided to reign herself in; along with these new feelings she was conscious of the risk. She would be polite and civil and stay close to Stephen.

The door was open and Brad strode in with the confidence of a real estate agent that acted as though he owned all the property he dealt in. He noticed Verity straight away but deliberately did not acknowledge her. Instead he sought out Stephen and greeted him oddly like a long lost brother. He followed by engaging Stephen in intense discussion.

All the time he was subtly observing Verity. She being nervously conscious of Brad had detached herself from her guests and was clutching her drink in both hands. She was holding herself slightly pigeon toed looking thoughtfully at the floor and making furtive glances up at Brad. Her strategy was now totally down the tubes as she was terrified of joining Stephen while he was talking to Brad.

"By Christ, this is going to be easier than I thought", pondered Brad, fully aware of what Verity's body language meant.

Brads strategy then was to circulate and at some point get Stephen temporarily out of the way while he introduced himself to Verity. He would then leave but not without securing a future liaison. Stephen introduced Brad to some friends and so Brad began to circulate ever conscious of Verity who remained anchored to her corner.

Brad then noticed at this point what Verity was wearing. She was now allowing herself to briefly converse with guests but never leaving her spot. As she gesticulated her breasts and nipples profiled themselves through the blouse against the light of the window. A sway of her breasts and Brad's desire was suddenly ignited. He was deep in discussion as he found himself staring at Verity. A thought flashed across his mind that she might be in commando and he lost the thread of the conversation. It was Stephen's friend George he was talking to. As Brad stared at Verity, George glanced at the cause of Brad's distraction and frowned. George whispered to Brad, "Don't even think about it." But for Brad this was just further incentive.

Brad carried out his plan. He caught up with Verity just before he was to leave. Stephen had disappeared into another room. Brad just walked up to Verity touching her on the arm. The act of touch put another electric thrill though Verity and she brought her eyes up to meet his.

"You must be Stephen's wife Verity; I must say you look absolutely stunning. Stephen is totally remiss in not introducing us so I thought that I would have to introduce myself before I leave. I hope you are enjoying the house; I simply love it, my favourite at the moment. I was tempted to buy it for myself."

All this time Verity was stuck for words."

And then came the lie; "Listen, I was talking to someone over there that suggested that you might like some part time work. As it happens I am looking for some assistance so give me a bell. Hold it, I'll give you may card." He flicked out his wallet from his jacket with practiced ease and slipped out his card; then he took both of Verity's hands while slipping the card into them. Looking into her eyes he said, "Give me a call but don't leave it too long." He gave his best charming smile as he tilted his head.

Verity finally found voice to gush "Well I must thank whoever told you that, I will certainly give it some consideration". She then stopped herself mouth agape. She was afraid that if she continued to talk she would blather.

Brad ended with "well it's been a pleasure to finally meet you. People speak so highly of you I couldn't leave without making the offer. I will be really looking forward to your call." With that he just up and left.

Verity was left stunned, oblivious to Stephen coming up behind her.

"What was all that about?"

"Oh ah, nothing; Brad was just leaving. Why didn't you introduce us earlier?"

"Perhaps I should've. I didn't know he was only going to stay a short time."

Verity had hidden the card in her hand. She slipped away from Stephen and into bathroom. She closed and locked the door. She stared at the card and with the cloying memory of Brads cologne placed one hand on her mons and clutching it began to rhythmically squeeze.

Oh, and that evening Stephen and Verity had an evening of love making and as predicted exponential in its intensity, in fact in Stephens memory, seismically off the scale.

In the days that followed Verity kept thinking about the encounter. She was too afraid to ring him and could not think clearly about her feelings and her family. She felt lust, she felt longing but she also felt shame and guilt, it all came in waves. She was hoping it would fade in time but it did not.

On the evening of the house warming it had been all about lust. The enormity of the implications of her attraction to Brad had forced her into a denial about the encounter. The sexual energy that had built up in her needed release and the obvious recipient of that was going to be her husband Stephen. Call it guilt, call it shame if you like she did not want to think about it. Stephen was himself turned on by that special blouse of Verity's. He was hopeful for a good night. He did not expect it so soon. Hardly had the last guest left when Verity grabbed him by the shirt and gave him an uncharacteristic sloppy kiss. Not being something Verity did as a rule and perhaps a bit clumsy, but hey, Stephen wasn't complaining.

"We are having a shower" a new assertive Verity announced; shedding clothes as she lead him into their en-suite. Stephen wasn't missing a bit of it, hopping about, shedding shirt and trousers hastily. It was unusual to see Verity naked like this and his erection was full on slapping about as he joined Verity in the shower. They soaped each other up, pecking at each other as they did so. Verity turned around and braced herself against the side of the shower. "Fuck me" she rasped.

'Fuck me, fuck me' thought Stephen, 'did Verity just say Fuck me; whenever did that join Verity's limited lexicon of baby making language'.

Verity stuck out Gods own arse. 'Oh my god', thought Stephen who was going through the most erotic experience of his life, let alone with Verity. He needed to control his dick which at this stage might as well been a Saturn v rocket. He liberally soaped it and sensing the opportunity he wilfully aimed it directly at her arse and pushed. The head made it through Verity's anus before a yelp and a sudden spasm pushed it out. "Wrong hole, wrong hole, not that yet please"

"Did I hear you right, did you just say 'yet'?"

Verity turned and with her best coquettish look whispered "if you are good and the time is right."

Suddenly Verity flipped again "on the bed you", she then slipped out of the shower grabbing and dragging Stephen by the cock with one hand and a towel with the other. There was a hasty towel down and Stephen was pushed back onto the bed, half wet. There was some wriggling around and Verity mounted him cowgirl style, he on his back, she straddling him, facing him pushing her slit onto his Saturn v. She then started thrusting backwards and forwards, her breasts, erect nipples swaying in unison. Her cunt was extremely juicy and she was able to slide on quite easily. Stephen glanced at her fat labia which were bracketing is cock. Her little clit, making an appearance, was standing proud.

This was all new to Stephen. Both of them had watched a little porn in the past especially when preparing for baby making but Verity had never actually shown any inclination of copying any of it.

Stephen wondered where it came from. She had recently come off some medication so perhaps she had developed and hefty increase in her libido.

'Shit,' thought Stephen 'if this is the new Verity, how am I going to keep up?'

Unfortunately for Stephen this was one off. Soon it was business as usual leaving Stephen to wonder what had happened that night.

The evening continued in that frantic way until they collapsed onto one another; side by side; then snuggling; falling asleep. Both were back up at midnight to clean the house. The kids were due back early morning, order and respectability needed restoring.

For the next couple of months Verity wondered about that night. She never repeated it. She had been desperate to please Stephen in ways she had not before. Did she feel guilty about what she had wilfully planned for that afternoon? The plan outcome was unrequited. She had fantasized some unknown event driven by Brad's desire for her. It had not happened but she had an open invitation that something could in the future. So then, was the night a guilty expression of what she anticipated might happen with Brad?

These and other fantastical thoughts plagued her mind over two months. It was Christmas then it was New Year. In southern hemisphere climes it was warm and sunny. Her thoughts were dispersed with intense family season activity. She was a devoted mother and wife. It was not as though she had lost her feelings for Stephen. He was warm and dependable, just like her Mother had been. The sun would come up and the sun would go down and Stephen was always there to make her day easier.

He had brought her through her depression step by step patiently, selflessly helped her back to normality. He was always there when they snuggled into bed. Their lovemaking was always soft and tender. Her developing feelings for Brad were different. She recalled her schoolgirl crush on George Michael. It was as though George Michael had come into her life. Her feelings for Brad were obsessive and exciting. Her feelings were stimulating her even though she knew them as dangerous.

Christmas on the beach was the most precious time and camping with the family was not easy with a baby and a toddler. Verity had Stephen's Mother to help her as well. Stephen and his Mother would make times when they would take the children and Verity could have time to herself. Laying there in a deck chair she would lay down her book and day dream. Stephen was in his own blissful family dream. He and Verity had bought a large colourful canvas tent for their future summer holidays. Summer family camping at a sheltered white sandy beach was Stephen's idea of heaven.

Seeing Verity in her deck chair in her modest but sexy yellow bikini gave him an almost overwhelming warm feeling of love vindicating his sacrifices in helping her through her depression. There was nothing about her behaviour that would give him a hint that her condition was anything but back on track. If only he had known what she was daydreaming about in that deck chair?

At New Year she and Stephen attended a large crowded party put on by one of Stephen's clients. There were a number friends but it was a struggle for Verity to be anything but civil toward them. Stephen noticed she was quiet and asked if she were OK. She drank little and found herself looking around the faces of the crowd hoping to see Brad. She saw a couple of guys she thought looked a little like him. There was no reason that he would have been at this party but Verity hoped.

At mid night there was the count down and the crowd burst into Auld Lang Syne. This was followed by a liberal round of alcohol fuelled kissing. Stephen was first, followed by a few guys and the odd woman. Verity tasted each on her lips and wondered how they would compare with Brad.

As each day passed she felt braver and braver about taking the job but he had said not to wait too long so she left it in the lap of the gods. Earliest in the New Year she decided to ring, it was her New Year resolution. Even so one side of her hoped it would be too late; the other lusted for the adventure with no thought to the consequences.

Brad had been patient. It was not too late.

Verity arrived to her first morning at work full of trepidation. Her feelings were a mix of fear and excitement, the like she could never recall. As she walked through the front door she was confronted by three women all at desks. Brad had told her, what to dress in and a glance at the women showed what she had chosen well. It gave her a moment of ease but she rapidly got the feeling she was not welcome. Brad had told her to ask for Rachael. On Verity's query the older of the three got up without a smile from her desk straightening her skirt. She introduced Verity to the others, Lauren and Eloise then she offered her a coffee and a seat. Brad would be in shortly.

Finally Brad arrived and whisked her into his office and in a cloud of cologne, closed the door. After the inauspicious beginning Brad's warmth and charm gave Verity instant relief. Verity mentioned the cold reception but Brad past it off. "They'll be Ok. They just need to get used to you. They probably think you are going to replace one of them."

The first two days were spent with the administration of inducting. Getting the computer, ID, business cards and learning her role, meeting those who would work with her, vendors and clients. Brad and his cologne were close to her all the time. Verity had a nagging urge to get as close to Brad as she could and kept wanting to touch him. She found the first two days awkward.

On the other hand Brad was sensing it. In contrast to her serious nature Brad noticed her little giggles at inconsequential things he may have mentioned. But Brad was a player, he was going to bide his time. In the early days of Verity's employment he used the time to get to know her, to get to know the relationship between her and her husband. He was looking for the little chinks he could exploit. He praised her often, remarked favourably on her appearance while being critical of Stephen, initially in subtle ways so as not to invoke a reaction. He was full of self-praise especially when it involved something that would put Stephen into a shadow. He found out little things about Verity. What little treats she liked and when to reward her with them.

Verity was learning her craft from Brad and in doing so she was hanging off every word; suddenly he had become the source of all truth. And when she talked about Brad's attributes and beliefs at home, this was when she had started to annoy the hell out of Stephen. Verity resented Stephen's reaction, not seeing Stephen's point of view.

In time Brad began to touch her, just lightly, maybe on the arm or shoulder. Each time it thrilled her. Verity began to mimic him. One day he invited all the girls to lunch, a week later he invited just Verity. The lunch was apparently just innocent but just before they completed Brad laid his hand on the table close to Verity's. There was a silence in their conversation and Brad looked into Verity's eyes. As he did so he moved his hand onto Verity's. She returned is gaze for a few seconds. Brad then squeezed her hand, broke their gaze and got up to pay the bill. This heralded a new level in their relationship.