Eva & Heidi

I saw her at a private party. She was tall and as gorgeous as I have ever seen a woman in my life: Long blonde hair, sea-blue eyes one can drown in, a pretty face, and a model-like figure. At that moment I knew I had to have her. She hardly spoke with the people who surrounded her, but her presence was felt throughout the room. Every man ogled her, though her cold demeanor made people hesitate to approach her.

I wasn't like the others. I was 26, 6'1", 190 pounds, a former quarterback in college, and was told on multiple occasions I was handsome. In the past, I had too many affairs to count and never got a rejection. I was convinced I'd succeed this time as well.

I approached her and said, "Lady, we don't know each other. I think that you are the prettiest girl I've ever seen, and I'd like to learn more about you. My name is Ben Grossman, and this is my phone number."

Her eyes inspected me, and with a smile, she blurted, "Thank you for the compliment, but I am not interested."

If she mentioned she had a boyfriend or was lesbian, I would have accepted it. However, 'not interested' was the first rejection I ever gotten. I was embarrassed, humiliated, and furious...

...

A year has passed. One day, I walked on Main Street and saw her strolling with another gal. I approached them and said, "Hi, remember me?"

She hesitated for a moment and then grinned, "You are Ben, right?"

I smiled, "If you remembered my name, it's a good sign. By the way, my offer still stands."

She chuckled, "I'll consider it."

We separated, and I still didn't find out her name.

A week later, I got a call from an unfamiliar number. Usually, I wouldn't answer, but something made me pick up the phone, "It's Ben. How can I help you?"

I heard her soft voice, and my heart skipped a beat, "It's me, Eva. I thought I'd give it a try."

"Eva, it's wonderful to hear from you. May I ask what made you change your mind?"

"Remember the party a year ago? Two days after the party, I met Robert, the host. He wanted to know if I had good time at the party. I mentioned that Ben approached me. He smiled and said you were a great football player and loved partying, but you were also a good friend and a great guy. I thought of calling you, but I misplaced your number and thought it was a sign from god that I shouldn't call. A week ago, I met you again. I was too shy to ask your phone number again. But when you left, my girlfriend stared at me and said, "Eva, I think you are nuts. This guy is a real stud. Unless he is a murderer or a known rapist, I'd date him in a second." I behaved nonchalantly, but I became curious. I asked Robert for your last name and phone number. The rest is history."

"I am happy you phoned. Can we go somewhere together where we can talk?"

"There is a nice park I like to stroll in. It has beautiful old trees, a small handmade lake, and colorful flowers. We can talk there."

"When are you available?"

"How about tomorrow at 6 pm? We'll meet at the parking lot at the entrance."

"See you there."

...

It took me less time than I thought to reach the park, so I arrived a little early. I sat in my Toyota Camry, waiting for Eva. I saw her BMW slowly entering the parking spot in front of me. She exited the car and looked terrific: She wore a short sleeve blouse, a midi style skirt, and comfortable shoes. Her hair was flowing freely in the breeze...

I got out of the car and smiled at her, "Thank you for accepting my offer. Would you like to eat or drink something before we enter the park?"

"No. I ate a sandwich at 5."

As we started strolling, I asked her, "Eva, tell me a little about you."

Her million-dollar smile appeared, "I am 25, a single child, in first year of medical school, following my father's footsteps. I love photography. I'd like to travel abroad but didn't have time to do it yet."

"I am an amateur photographer myself. Most of my traveling I did in this country, but I've also visited the Canadian Rockies, Paris, and Iceland."

"I am jealous. Obviously, you have more time than me. When I graduate, I hope to go on vacations to faraway places like Japan, New Zealand, and Chile."

Slowly, the initial tension dissipated, and we felt comfortable talking. The time passed fast. Suddenly, we realized the sun was setting.

I gazed at her, "Eva, I liked talking to you and would love us to meet again. What do you think?"

"I agree. I feel the same way."

We started dating officially 10 days later, and that was the first time I kissed her on the lips. We fondled, but she refused to have sex until we got engaged, which happened to be the first time I was invited to dinner with her parents.

I was anxious about meeting them but Eva said they were nice and I shouldn't worry. I brought a bouquet of pink and white roses to her mother and a bottle of good wine for her father.

Eva opened the door and looked smashing in her short white dress. She saw the flowers and joked I was trying to bribe her mother. I grinned, "If I knew it might work, I'd buy a more impressive bouquet."

Her father showed up first. He was almost my height and looked distinguished. He extended his hand to me, gave me a stern look, and said, "It's a pleasure to meet the guy my daughter found good enough to date."

I smiled, "I hope I can meet her expectations."

He said, "My name is Doctor Dean Miller, but you can call me Dean. My wife, Heidi, is taking her time in the bedroom, but she'll be out shortly." And then he left.

Eva's mother exited the bedroom 5 minutes later. She looked very different than Eva: She was shorter and much more voluptuous. Her hair was shoulder length, light brown and her face was cute and smiley. She had on a tight, short dress that hugged her like a glove, but unlike her daughter's, it was black. She came toward me and kissed my cheek, "Hi, Ben. I heard a lot about you. Eva doesn't talk much about her private life, but I know her well enough to notice that she is fond of you.

Eva blushed, "Mom!..."

Heidi chortled, "OK, I'll try to talk less."

The dinner was Italian and delicious. My memories from that evening: Eva's Dad hardly said a word. He behaved the way I always saw doctors - Pretentious, distant, and snobbish. However, the mother was chatty and down to earth. She was lovely and fun.

Eva and I had our first sexual intercourse a week after our engagement, and it was not our finest hour. She was a virgin. Despite my patience and trying to progress gingerly, my 8 incher caused her significant trauma. Our second attempt at sex, a week later, hurt less, but her first orgasm occurred only a month later. She was reluctant to try anything but missionary position. I did not insist. I was in love with her smartness and beauty and expected our sex to improve in time.

We got married a year later.

During our 3 days honeymoon and in the first 6 months, I was so much in love with Eva that my only goal was to ensure her happiness. She studied a lot and had much less free time than me, so I cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, and once every weekend, we had sex using a missionary position.

In the months that followed, I met some of my friends and heard their enjoyable stories: Those who were still bachelors described in detail how many women they shagged and what positions they used. Those who were married told how insatiable and adventurous their wives were. I began missing my old life.

Don't misunderstand me; I loved my wife dearly but needed more than the little I got. Over the weekends I tried to hint I craved more than the usual once-a-week missionary style sex. I offered to go down on her, I insinuated I'd enjoy it if she sucked me, changing into doggy style - but nothing worked. I became frustrated and depressed and didn't know what to do.

During the first months of our marriage, Dean, Eva's father, showed up only once, claiming he was too busy. However, Heidi, Eva's mother, came to visit often. She was always cheerful and joked around.

One time, Heidi arrived half an hour before Eva returned home. It was as I just hung up the phone after hearing from Michael how happy he was having nonstop wild sex with his new girlfriend. I compared his situation with mine and was angry. When I opened the door to Heidi, she immediately noticed my bad mood.

She hugged me and asked, "Ben, dear. I hate to see you like that. Can I help?"

I couldn't control myself and grunted, "You can't, but your daughter could if she only cared."

We sat on the sofa, and she inquired what was going on. I was at the end of my rope and blurted, "Before dating Eva, I used to have a normal life of a young, full hormones bachelor. Nowadays, Eva agrees to have sex once a week and refuses to do anything other than missionary. I exhausted all my options but to no avail. I talk to my friends on a regular basis and listen to their continuous sexual escapades. When they ask me how I do, I lie and tell them we are doing great. However, I am really fed up. I love your daughter and do not wish to divorce her, but one day, I may lose it and start cheating on her."

She smiled at me and said, "Do me a favor. Please, let's leave this subject for now because Eva may open the door any minute. I'll come earlier tomorrow, and we'll discuss it. OK?"

"OK."

She grinned, "Honey, I know you are a good man. Can we make a deal? I'll go to the kitchen and make your favorite meal on condition that when Eva enters, you show her a happy face and kiss her like a great husband should."

I giggled, "You are a fantastic mother. Everybody complains about their mother in law. How did I end up with a terrific one?"

She grinned, "I guess you are luckier than most."

Eva arrived 15 minutes later and seemed tired. I kissed her and notified her that her Mom was in the kitchen working on our dinner. Eva smiled, "Thanks god. I am drained. After dinner, I go to sleep for a week."

Heidi used the ingredients she found in the fridge to make a tasty meal. Eva hardly talked. Hedi and I tried to cheer her up but our efforts were unsuccessful. Immediately after dinner, Eva stood up, kissed her mother's cheek and said, "Mom, thanks for saving me. Sorry, but I'm going to sleep."

I was left with Heidi. She stared at me and reiterated, "As I said. Tomorrow I'll be here. Until then, be nice."

...

The following day, I left work early, curious to hear what Heidi's suggestion might be.

She showed up at 3:30 pm, an hour and a half before Eva's expected return time.

Unlike her usual casual attire whenever she came to visit us, that time she had a short, tight red dress that emphasized her big tits as well as her shapely legs. She also had 3" heel shoes with matching colors. I saw her, whistled, and smilingly commented, "If you weren't married, I'd propose to you."

"Well, honey, I came to talk to you about a related thing. But I want to give you the background first. At 18, I was pretty but very naive. By then, Dean was already a neurosurgeon. I met him at my friend's wedding. He sounded very smart, and on the same evening, when he asked to date me, I agreed on the spot. I married Dean when I was 19. My parents claimed I was too young and he was too old for me - he is older than me by 14 years. Anyway, I refused to listen. He loved me dearly back then, and I am certain he loves me now, too. However, shortly after we married, I found out he was a brainy guy. He may be good with his hands in the operating room but not on my body. Sex for him is a chore he has to perform, mostly for me. More than ninety percent of the time I initiate our sex. It would have been 100%, but this is his usual birthday present I get every year. No variety, no imagination, and lately, despite using Viagra, he also has issues with erection. Does his story remind you of somebody?"

"You are insinuating Eva got this gene from her father."

"Correct."

"Are you saying that because it is genetic, there is no solution?"

"I didn't say that. But unless something dramatic happens in her life, I doubt you'll be able to change her mind. The stress she has in medical school makes the situation worse because she comes home too fatigued to focus on your needs."

"But she still have more than 2 years to finish medical school, and then additional years as resident and then fellow..."

"True. Ben, let's move on to another subject. Are you really getting so frustrated that you are ready to cheat on your wife?"

"You said yourself that for many years to come, Eva is not likely to turn the page, so, the answer to your question is sadly yes. I do."

She gazed into my eyes for a long moment and mumbled, "Ben, will you pour for me a glass of Chardonnay?"

"Coming."

I poured for both of us a full glass. She sipped it slowly as her body stretched up. She arched her back, and her massive tits bulged forward. My cock, which suffered already several days of drought, reacted fast, creating a tent in my pants. Heidi spotted it immediately and smiled, "Honey, do you mind if I ask you a very personal question?"

"Ask."

"Based on what I see in your pants, you do not find me unattractive. Am I right?"

I glanced at her full breasts unabashedly and said, "Heidi, your voluptuous body is sexy as hell."

"In that case, I have an idea that may help solve both our problems."

I grinned, "I think I know where you are going. I'll let YOU say it out loud because if I am wrong, you'll slap me."

She smiled, "You are not wrong. Dean's and Eva's minds were made very differently than yours and mine. We have the same unfulfilled needs. We can discuss the moral, ethical, and emotional issues, but deep down, we want the same thing: Satisfying sex. The key question is whether we are ready to take the plunge and do it knowing that we'll be cheating on our spouses and, in my case, betraying my daughter as well. For years I thought about cheating on Dean and had never done it. I wouldn't mention it to you if you hadn't confessed to me about a similar problem. So my solution is supposed to prevent you from cheating on my daughter with another woman, or women, because of the risk of STD, and perhaps even may end in divorce. At the same time, my own sexual dilemma can be solved too..."

Her eyes explored mine, waiting to hear what I thought.

I ogled her body one more time and blurted, "Heidi, as I said; I find you extremely attractive. I'd be honored to have you in my arms. However, I may need a couple of days to get used to the idea that I am about to cheat on my wife with her mother."

Heidi stood up, stretched one last time, and smiled sweetly, "Ben, take as much time as you need. If at any time you think I was right and would like to go for it, call me. I'd better leave now before Eva sees me wearing these 'fuck-me' clothes and becomes suspicious." She kissed my cheek and left.

I opened the windows and increased the ceiling fan speed to eliminate Heidi's perfume smell.

Eva arrived half an hour later. By then, I was ready with salad and pasta-al-sugo for dinner. When we were done, we watched together a silly sitcom on TV. Shortly after, Eva showered and went to sleep. I turned and tossed in bed, rethinking Heidi's idea. I was definitely ready physically to play with her breathtaking body, but the mental thing still haunted me.

...

On Saturday evening, Eva was in a good mood after scoring high on an important test. I poured a glass of white wine for both of us and congratulated her on her success. She chugged the wine. I filled her empty glass, and she finished it soon after, too.

Then she surprised me by saying, "Honey, I am in the mood now. If you are interested, I am game."

I undressed fast, admiring her exposed athletic figure for the umpteenth time. In bed, I prolonged the foreplay until she begged me to let her climax. I tried to give her oral or make her suck me, but she refused and said, "Honey, if you are not interested in normal sex, we'll skip it altogether."

I fucked her vagina, and we both came, but that was the moment I knew that I'd call Heidi in my next free time.

...

The following morning, I called Heidi from work, "Heidi, I want you."

She laughed, "I knew you would. Now, I remind you I belong to an older generation. The generation when ladies were accustomed to being courted. Prove to me you are serious, and the reward will be worth it to you."

"You are right. I apologize. Let me start over. Pretty lady, may I date you?"

"I heard from a relative of mine you are an interesting man. Yes, I would like that. Jokes aside, mornings are better time. When will it be convenient for you?"

"Heidi, I run my own landscaping company, so I can leave whenever I wish, provided I know it several hours in advance."

She chuckled, "Honey, my urges are usually at their peak after exercise and yoga. I exercise in the club every Monday and Thursday at 8 am, and my yoga courses are Tuesdays and Fridays at 9:30 in the morning. Any preference?"

"May I have the honor of meeting you tomorrow, Thursday, at 10:30 am?"

Heidi Chortled, "Let me check if I am scheduled to meet any other of my suiters... No, I don't. Sir, you are lucky. Yes, I will. Where will it be?"

"We need to be very discreet and cannot do it in your home or mine. How about Hotel Nirvana? It's a small hotel about 20 miles west from here?"

"I'll be there tomorrow at 10:30. Bye."

...

I was at the hotel's entrance half an hour early and got a king size room with a nice view of the river. I checked that everything was clean and worked well. When I was satisfied, I dialed Heidi's number.

She recognized my number, "Benny, I hope you do not call to cancel. Ruining a first date with a lady is an unforgiven sin."

I laughed, "Not at all. I called to tell you to come to the second floor, room 207."

"OK, honey. I am already on the way."

I found an empty vase, arranged the dozen red and yellow roses I bought on my way to the hotel, and put the nicely wrapped box on the dresser by the bed. I stared at myself in the mirror and was happy with my shaving.

Heidi knocked 5 minutes late. I opened the door and was stunned by her appearance. Her shoulder length, wavy brown hair framed nicely her cute face. A touch of makeup and shiny red lipstick on her full lips improved the contrast and made her face look very sensual. She chose to wear a short sleeved blouse and left the top 2 buttons undone. Her generous cleavage was hard to miss. The short skirt emphasized the narrow waist and exposed her toned legs.

She stood by the door for a long moment, watching my eyes, and grinned, "Honey, be careful. Standing like that with your mouth open may invite a fly in... May I enter?"

My mouth was still frozen. I moved sideways and let her in, asking myself how it could be that I had seen Heidi so many times before, and never noticed her magnetic eroticism.

"Benny, a cat caught your tongue? Can't you say a nice hello?"

At last, my mouth found the words my brain wished to express: "Sorry, I was awe struck by your attractiveness."

"Good opening line. The flowers are beautiful." She approached and smelled them, "And they smell great, too! I see a small box. Is it for me?"

"Yes, it is." She opened it carefully to keep the wrapping paper intact and whispered, "Honey, I love Neuhaus chocolates. May I thank you with a kiss?"

I took her in my arms and glanced at her gorgeous face. She smiled and whispered, "Do you expect a lady to beg for a kiss, or, eventually, you'll find the courage without it?"

I kissed her lips softly. It tasted minty-sweet. Her face was still tilted upward. I kissed her a second time, and her mouth opened for my tongue to explore it. Her body clutched to mine, and her hard nipples poked my lower chest. My pecker jolted, sensing pending action.

Heidi's lips disengaged from mine, and she mumbled, "I can feel your hard member. I think it wants to get free."