Private Pleasures

Chapter Three

"We have to talk," Jeff Buckley said to his wife as they came into the house.

"Very well," Nora replied. "Now is as good a time as any. J. J. is off partying with his friends, although I have told him he has to be home by midnight." She walked through the front hall, and into the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat? I can fix you a sandwich. You didn't arrive until just before the awards."

"Yeah, I could use something," Jeff said, and sat down. He was one of those men who just got better with age. He was tall and lean. There was hardly any gray in his dark hair, but his blue eyes were cold. They always had been.

Nora pulled out a loaf of fresh rye bread and smeared honey mustard on the two slices she cut, piling it high with Black Forest ham and tissue-thin Havarti cheese. Placing the sandwich on a plate, she cut it neatly in three slices, and plunked it down in front of her husband. Then she poured him a glass of iced tea, which she set on the table before him as she sat down. "Eat first, and then we'll talk," she said.

He nodded, biting off large chunks of the sandwich and chewing. "You always made a good sandwich," he said, and then he swilled his tea.

This was it, Nora considered calmly. He was going to do it tonight. Would he remain then for the weekend? Or would he hotfoot it out of the house, back to the city and his girlfriend? She didn't care, she thought, surprised. The sooner he was gone, the sooner she could get back to Kyle and Rolf, and whomever else her fertile imagination could think up. She almost grinned. And then the old Nora asserted herself, and she wondered what kind of a woman threw away a longtime marriage. What would her mother think? How were the kids going to react? Wasn't it up to her to try and save her marriage?

What's left to save? the voice in her head asked caustically. The man's been cheating on you for years. He isn't the same person you married. Or maybe he is, and you just didn't realize what a jerk Jeff Buckley was when you were that starry-eyed virgin who fell in love with the college quarterback. You did what was expected of you by your family. By his family. You were the good girl who saved herself for marriage, but the son of a bitch never really cared. He expected it just like he expected you to behave as you always have. Dutiful. Chaste. Patiently waiting. Waiting for what? To be scraped into the garbage like yesterday's mashed potatoes?

"I'm finished," Jeff said, breaking into her thoughts. He pushed his plate and glass at her.

Rising, Nora rinsed them and tucked them into the dishwasher, smiling to herself. She was so deferential, the good wife. She turned to him. "Would you like to go into the den to talk?" she asked.

"No, here is as good a place as any," he told her.

Nora nodded, and sat down again.

"I guess," he began, "you realize that we haven't been getting on, or rather that we've been growing apart, for the last couple of years."

"You want a divorce, Jeff. Is that it?" Nora said, surprising him.

"Yeah, I do," he replied, a little taken aback by her calm.

"You don't think we should try to mend this breach between us?" she pressed him. Well, for her own conscience' sake she had to at least make an effort, she thought.

"I think we're past that," he answered her, but a wary look was creeping into his eyes.

Nora sighed. "If you don't love me, I can't hold you, Jeff," she said quietly. "If you want a divorce, you may have one. I assume there's another woman."

"No tears? No recriminations?" He was at once suspicious.

"Jeff, I'd have to be a complete fool, and God knows I've been near to it over the course of our marriage, not to realize you weren't happy these past few years. You grew in one direction. I grew in another. It's no one's fault. These things happen. And there is another woman, isn't there?"

"You can't prove adultery," he said quickly. "Besides, those aren't grounds in this state. I want a divorce. Plain and simple."

"And I said you could have one. Plain and simple," Nora responded. So he had already checked out grounds, had he? What a bastard!

"Then I'll have my lawyer set it up, and you can sign the papers when he has them," Jeff Buckley said to his wife.

"No, I think you should have your lawyer call my lawyer," Nora told him, almost laughing at the surprised look on his handsome face.

"When did you get a lawyer?" he demanded.

"Every woman has a lawyer, Jeff. That's something you had best keep in mind, for future reference, of course." She was enjoying his discomfort immensely.

"Who's going to represent you?" he asked suspiciously.

"Rick and his firm," she said softly.

He looked relieved. "Oh." Obviously he didn't consider Rick was going to give his lawyer any difficulty. "Okay, I'll have Raoul call him on Monday."

"Do you want me to tell the children?" she asked.

"Yeah. They'll understand, and it's better coming from you, Nora. When they see how on board you are with this, they won't be so angry." Then he grew wary again. "You're not going to blame me for this, are you? I don't want you turning the kids against me over this. Hell, they must have seen how it was between us these last years."

"You're their father, Jeff. Sadly I can't change that," Nora told him.

"You were hot to be my wife," he answered crudely. "If I hadn't been certain of your virginity when we married, I would have really wondered about you, Nora. But then you were always my good girl, weren't you?"

"The girls in my generation were raised to wait, Jeff. How clever of you to understand that. But that doesn't mean we don't like sex," Nora replied. The arrogant son of a bitch, she thought. He had always been like this, and she just hadn't seen it.

"Like sex?" He laughed. "You haven't had sex since I last banged you. Do you even remember when that was?"

"I don't remember nonevents," Nora answered him softly.

"You know, you're turning into a real bitch," he said, and then he stood up.

Nora laughed. "Good!" she told him.

"I'm going to go back into town tonight," he said. "Drive me to the station."

"Call a cab," Nora responded. "As of this moment, I am no longer at your service, my lord. Tell me, does your girlfriend cater to you the way I always have? Or is it her independence and fuck-you attitude that turns you on, Jeff?" There was just the hint of a smile playing about her lips as she saw his jaw tighten.

He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the local cab company, ordering his transportation. Then he said to her, "I'll wait out front."

"Aren't you afraid of what the neighbors will say?" Nora taunted him.

"Oh, I think they already know," he snapped back at her. "Even your friend Carla isn't as dumb as you've been, Nora."

"I trusted you, you bastard!" Her anger rose up.

"Like I said, Nora, dumb," he told her, and then he walked out the door.

She stood in her foyer for the briefest moment, shaking. Then she shut the door firmly behind him. She hated him. She never wanted to see him again. How could she have fallen in love with him all those years ago? Dumb! Yes, damnit, she had been dumb! But she wasn't going to be dumb anymore. And if he thought he was going to get away with leaving her in poverty, he was sadly mistaken. What was it Ivana Trump had once said? "Don't get mad. Get everything." Well, she didn't want everything, but she wanted her house. And alimony until she could get on her feet. The house should be hers. But she wouldn't take a penny more from Jeff than it took to get her started moving in a new direction. And the kids' schooling had to be paid for because she didn't want them starting out burdened by debt. Especially Jill. Law school wasn't cheap, but at least her daughter would be able to support herself if she turned out to be as dumb as her mother where men were concerned. Jeff couldn't leave their children out in the cold. His children. What if the girlfriend had a child? Well, God help her if she did, Nora thought.

She needed The Channel tonight. She wanted to get away from all of this, and be the woman she really was. But J. J. would be home by midnight. Unless, she considered, she told him he could stay over at one of his buddies'. She heard a car honk outside, and peering through one of the sidelights edging the front door, she saw her husband hurrying to get into a Cassandra's cab. Schmuck, she thought, using one of Rina's favorite terms. Nora turned to go into the den so she could call The Channel and escape from all this nasty reality.

"Nora!" The back door slammed shut.

Damn! She said the word silently. It was Carla.

"What happened?" Carla came into the hall. "I saw Jeff leaving."

"He's asked for the divorce," Nora said sanguinely. "And he thought he'd just have his lawyer draw up the papers so I could sign them." Then she laughed. "You should have seen the look on his face when I said his lawyer should contact my lawyer."

"The bastard!" Carla exploded.

"No, it's alright. I almost feel relieved now that it's happened. I've been such a naive little fool all these years, Carla. With Jill going to law school and J. J. off to college, what would I do with myself? Join the Garden Club? The Egret Pointe Ladies' Reading Circle? I'm only just realizing how out of touch with reality I truly am."

"You are not out of touch with reality!" Carla responded loyally.

"Yes, I am," Nora answered quietly. "I've got a college degree, and yet I've spent the last quarter of a century looking after the needs of a selfish man, and two children. I have no idea how to operate a computer, or program the VCR. But I'm going to learn, Carla. And I'm going to survive on my own, and pay my own way. Not at first, but eventually. I'm glad to be rid of Jeff. I don't really know him anymore, but what I do know, I don't like."

"Oh, honey!" Carla put her arms about her friend and hugged her.

"Now if you're convinced that I'm not going to kill myself, get out of here," Nora said, drawing away from the other woman. "I'm going to let my son stay over with his buddies tonight, and I'm going to get The Channel."

Carla giggled. "Yeah," she replied with a grin, "a good screwing always makes a girl feel a whole lot better. Have fun! Oh, Rick says come into the office on Monday at eleven a.m. so he can get started on protecting you in this mess. Night!" And she was gone with a wave of her hand.

Nora heard the door slam behind Carla as she left. She went into the kitchen and turned the lock. Then she went into the den and called the house where the party J. J. was attending was being held. It took a while, but finally someone picked up the telephone.

"If you're bringing more beer, come on over!" the voice said.

She could hear the thumpa-thumpa of the music in the background. "It's Mrs. Buckley. Find J. J. for me, Peter," she told him.

"Oh, gee, Mrs. B. just kidding," he replied.

Nora laughed. "Just don't go driving, okay?" she said.

"I'll get J. J.," Peter responded.

She waited, not surprised that Peter Mulligan's parents weren't there. They were a very liberal, let's-be-friends-with-the-kids type. And being friends with your son meant few, if any, rules and regs. She began to have second thoughts about letting J. J. stay out.

"Ma? Is everything alright?" J. J. sounded anxious. He was really such a sweet kid.

"If I let you stay over with someone," Nora said, "who would it be?"

"I don't have to come home tonight?" J. J.'s voice was excited.

"Answer the question, J. J.," Nora said.

"The twins, Mike and Joe Carter, asked me," J. J. said.

"I'll call the Carters and tell them if it's okay with them, it's okay with me," Nora told her son. The Carters were stricter than she was.

"Ma? Why?" His voice sounded so young, and he really wasn't that young anymore. He was heading to college in a few weeks. "You sure everything is okay?"

"Everything is fine, J. J. But you're eighteen now. It's almost graduation, and I remember how I wanted to be with my friends then. I mean by summer's end you'll all be scattering, honey. So I decided it was time I was a little less uptight. If you don't hear back from me, just go along with the twins. I'll see you sometime tomorrow."

"Ma, you are the greatest!" he said, and hung up.

Nora chuckled. Ma was horny. She reached for her school list to get the Carters' telephone number and, finding it, punched the number in, humming under her breath as she waited for someone to answer.

"Hello?" It was Marian Carter.

"Marian, Nora Buckley. J. J. said the twins invited him to spend the night. Is that alright with you?"

"Of course it is, and they have a twelve thirty a.m. curfew," Marian Carter said. "I hope you don't think that's too late, but it's such a special time for them."

"No, no, twelve thirty is perfect. Thank you so much for having J. J.," Nora responded.

"He's such a nice boy," came the reply. "Did you know that Mike will be at State with J. J.? He doesn't have a soccer scholarship, but he's going to try for the team. Joe decided to join the marines. He says he can make a good career with the marines."

"And if he decides not to," Nora said cheerfully, "he'll probably get college money out of it. Marian, thanks for having J. J. Send him home when he gets to be a pest tomorrow."

"Any time, Nora." And Marian Carter hung up.

Nora set her phone back in its cradle. She went to her front door, locked it, and threw the extra bolt. Returning to the den, she poured herself a glass of wine and sat down. Had she really had a sexual adventure with two men on Monday night? Or had it just been a dream? Well, she considered with a little grin, the only way to find out was to call the cable company and ask for The Channel again. She picked up the phone again.

"Thank you for calling Suburban Cable," the automated message came on.

Nora waited patiently.

"Suburban Cable. This is Francie. How may I help you?"

"I'd like to order The Channel," Nora answered calmly, and gave the requested information.

"Just go to channel sixty-nine, Mrs. Buckley. The Channel's already operational this evening," Francie told her. "Anything else we can do for you tonight?"

"No, thanks," Nora replied, and hung up. She put the phone back, and sat back in her recliner for a long few minutes. Then she took a gulp of wine. She got up and turned off the lights in the room. She took another gulp of wine as she sat down again. Then, drawing a deep breath, Nora pressed the ON button on the channel changer, punched in sixty-nine, and waited anxiously as the darkened screen began to grow light, and her dream apartment came into view. "Kyle?" Her voice sounded jittery in her ears. Oh, let it all be as good as it was last time. Especially the sex. She wondered if she would take up where she had left off the last evening, with one cock in her cunt and another in her mouth. Where was Kyle? She was beginning to get nervous, and then she heard his voice.

"You don't need my hand, darling. You just need to put your own hand on the screen. You left in a hurry Monday night. I lost track of the time. Sorry."

Nora put her hand on the screen, felt the pop, and was back in the apartment. Before she could turn, his arms were about her waist, one hand sliding between the folds on her satin shorty robe to cup a full and firm breast. Nora sighed with utter pleasure. "I didn't mean to go," she said. She could feel the sticky wetness already beginning.

"I forgot to tell you that The Channel closes down between four and four thirty a.m.," he said, his tone apologetic.

"Does anyone have a watch around here?" Nora said. "The last thing I remember was Rolfie coming like a raging river, and you blowing off down my throat. The next thing I knew, I was back in my recliner." She turned about so she could see his handsome face. "We can't have that happen again, Kyle, can we?"

"Just pick up the phone," he told her, pointing to the elegant little portable on the living room table, "and press one. Tell them you want a wake-up call at four a.m. They'll just ring through, and that will let us know we have a few minutes to finish up our business," he said with a grin. "I didn't get my turn," Kyle murmured, kissing her ear.

"You had more than your turn last time," she chuckled.

"But Rolf got last licks," he pouted.

"No, I got last licks," she teased him, reaching down to fondle his penis. Then she turned away, pulling out of his embrace, and, picking up the phone, pushed number one.

"Concierge," a crisp voice answered.

"I want a wake-up call for four a.m.," Nora said.

"Very good, Mrs. Buckley," the crisp voice replied, ringing off.

"How did she know my name?" Nora wondered aloud.

"You're in the penthouse," Kyle responded logically.

"Oh." Was she going mad? Well, who cared!

"You didn't eat at the awards dinner," Kyle said. "I fixed you something."

"How do you know that?" She set the phone back in its cradle.

"It's my job to know everything about you and to fulfill your fantasy, Red Rover," he told her.

"I think I like that, even if it is a little creepy," Nora said. "What have you prepared for me, my handsome slave?" She caressed his face, and catching her hand in his, he kissed her palm, then licked at it, before releasing it again.

"We're going to start with raw oysters," he began. "Then asparagus with a nice tart hollandaise, some steak tartare, and finally, for dessert, strawberries, whipped cream, and maybe a little chocolate."

"Ummm," Nora replied. "It sounds delicious. Could we start with dessert first?"

"No," he told her firmly.

She pouted. "Why not? Besides, it's my fantasy. Don't I get to have my way?"

"Not a hundred percent of the time. We're going to need those oysters, Red."

"Why?" she demanded.

"Because I'm going to fuck the ears off of you tonight, that's why," he said in his deep rough voice. "After what happened earlier this evening you're going to need a whole lot of loving tonight, and I'm going to see you get it," he told her.

Nora was silent for a very long moment. If only there were men like Kyle out there in the real world, she thought sadly. Then shaking herself, she undid her blue satin robe, and shed it. "I always wanted to eat naked," she said.

"Me too," he agreed, and dropped his white silk shorts. Then he took her hand. "I set up supper for us out on the terrace."

"What if someone sees us?" Nora gasped.

"Up here?" He laughed. "I don't think so. But so what if they did?" He led her outside.

The flooring of the large terrace was made of red tile. It was warmish beneath her feet. The air temperature was comfortable too. Above them the night sky was like black velvet, dotted with sparkling stars. She had heard you couldn't see the stars in the city, but there they were, floating above her. Well, it was her fantasy, and if she wanted stars, she was damned well going to have them. There was a black terry cloth double chaise lounge. Next to it was a table covered with the food he had described. It looked wonderful.

"Get on the chaise," he said. "I'm going to feed you, Red Rover."

"But how will you eat if you're feeding me?" she asked, positioning herself in a half-upright position on the chaise.

"I'll manage," he told her. Then he took an oyster. "Open up, Nora."

She complied with the request, and he dropped the oyster into her mouth, and then took one for himself. He kept feeding her, and himself, taking just enough time for her to swallow the oyster before he fed her another. When the silver bowl of oysters was emptied he bent over and gave her a slow kiss, his tongue playing with hers. And while they kissed, he began to play with her clitoris, laughing as she grew quickly wet, and pushed two thick fingers into her vagina as far as he could, then stopped.

"Nora, darling, I want you to feed me some of that steak tartare. It's already on the crackers. I have an urge for meat."

She could feel his fingers inside her, and her lust began to boil up. She wanted him to use those big fingers, and frig her till she came, but instead she reached out to a round silver platter and, taking a cracker spread with the raw steak off of it, fed it to him. Then she took one for herself, chewing slowly, trying to ignore the heat rising from her body. She had never imagined sex could be this good, and while she was impatient, she knew he was teaching her. It was going to get even better.

"Do you like the menu, Nora?" he asked her softly, and gently moved the fingers inside of her vagina just enough to send a jolt of sensation through her.

She nodded.

"Did you even imagine eating like this?" he pressed.

"I must have, or we wouldn't be doing it," she murmured back.

"Not everything that happens here will be your will, or your desire," he told her. "But I know you, Red Rover, my girl. You are a firebox of passion, and that stupid bastard you married never knew, never took advantage of it, never cared."

"Nice girls of my generation don't do things like this," she replied.

"Nonsense, Nora! Every woman has secret fantasies of private pleasures. And every woman is entitled to live her fantasies."

She didn't answer him; instead she fed him more of the steak tartare. But he was right. Women did have fantasies, but they rarely if ever really talked about them to anyone. She fed herself another cracker and meat.

"Lie back," he said, and when she did he frigged her until she came, moaning with the pleasure he gave her. Removing his two fingers from her vagina, he put them in his mouth and sucked them free of her come. "You taste very good," he told her softly.

"Do you want more?" she asked wickedly. She could feel the pounding of her heart in her chest. She had never felt so bold or confident as she did here in this mysterious fantasy world.

"Later, Nora. Later, I promise." he said, and their eyes met.

They finished the crackers and raw meat, feeding each other now as they sat cross-legged on the double chaise. Finally Kyle lifted the silver cover from an oval-shaped silver dish. Inside lay at least a dozen perfect asparagus, long and firm and a lovely shade of spring green. Reaching out for a small pitcher, he poured a stream of perfect hollandaise onto the vegetable. How the hell did anyone keep hollandaise so absolutely flawless? Nora wondered, remembering the Easter dinners and how if the damned sauce wasn't carefully watched, it would curdle. Hell, hollandaise curdled at the whisper of a butterfly's wings, but this hollandaise was indeed perfect.

"Open your mouth," he said softly, holding a stalk of asparagus dripping sauce over her mouth.

"Ummmm," Nora answered him, sucking the offering suggestively. "More, darling Kyle. More!"

"Are you sure it's asparagus you want, Red?" he teased her.

"You know what I want," she told him, "but I'll wait. This is the best meal I've ever eaten, darling. Did you cook it all with your little hands?" She sucked vigorously upon another stalk.

"I called room service," he responded, then licked a bit of sauce from the corner of her luscious mouth. "The management is very particular about their service."

The management. Who was the management? Nora wondered, and then she decided for the interim not to ask questions. She didn't want to spoil her evening, or possibly be banned from The Channel. "Do we have any wine?" she asked him.

He poured her a fruity red called Sweet Scarlet that came from a Long Island vineyard. "Try this," he said.

Nora sipped the wine slowly. She was certainly no connoisseur of wines, but she liked it. It had a clean taste on her tongue. "Good," she told him. "Where's Rolfie?"

"Aren't I enough for you?" he demanded. There was almost a petulant tone to his rough deep voice. "Do you need two men every time?"

"I don't think I ever imagined a threesome until last time. I thought it was fun," Nora said, ignoring his tone.

"It isn't enough for me to come in your mouth, Red," he told her. "And last time when there were the three of us, that was the only option open to me."

"You can have me any way you want, Kyle," she told him seductively, and reaching down, she stroked his big penis. "Any way you want, darling."

"You think you're a big girl now, Nora, but you aren't. You're just beginning to explore your sexuality. I'm here to help you. You've never had a cock up your ass, and that's going to be a next step. But not until you are ready, baby."

"I want both of you tonight," Nora said stubbornly. "Last night was fun until I woke up again. Please, Kyle. Pretty please with sugar on it?" she teased him.

"I want you!" he said in a hard voice.

"You can have me, but you have to share me with Rolfie too," she told him. "At least tonight."

He laughed. "You are a little bitch, but it's going to be his dick you suck tonight, Red, because I really need to fill you full of cock. Okay?"

"Okay," Nora agreed. "Call down, and order up my masseur, lover."

"Not until I've fed you some strawberries," he said mischievously. And he popped one into her mouth.

Nora retaliated, and shortly they were both covered with juice from the ripe berries. They licked each other's faces and hands clean. Before Nora might request Rolf again, Kyle was drizzling a thin stream of chocolate all over her torso, and then spraying cream on top of it. Nora squealed with surprise. He began to lick the chocolate and cream off of her body. His warm tongue lapped at her, and she felt her lust beginning to reassert itself strongly. He dripped chocolate onto her clit, and began to lick at it. Then suddenly he reversed his position so that his penis was near her mouth.

Nora took up the bottle of Hershey's syrup and filled her mouth. Then, reaching out, she took his dick into the newly made bowl, and began to suck and lick at him. He filled her cunt with cool cream, and began to eat her. She sucked him harder and harder as her own senses blazed up.

"I don't want to come in your mouth," he groaned. "When I tell you stop, stop!" He frantically licked the cream he had spread into her sexual cavity, clearing the way for his penetration. "Stop! Damnit, Nora, stop!"

Reluctantly she did, because she wanted him to stuff her with his swollen penis. She opened her mouth and released him. He reversed himself so quickly that she was almost breathless as he plunged into her wet vagina. "Ohh, God, yes, Kyle!" she sobbed in his ear. "Fuck me, darling, and don't stop!" She wrapped her slender legs about his hard body, panting as he labored over her with enthusiasm.

He pulled himself out of her so far that she could feel the very tip of his dick at the mouth of her vagina. Then he pushed himself back in, slowly, slowly. He did this several times until she was sobbing.

"No! No! Faster!" she demanded of him. "Faster, Kyle!"

He complied, and before he wanted to he was coming in hard, thick spurts, and Nora was clawing at his back and mewling with her own pleasure.

"Omigod! Omigod!" she gasped.

"Amen to that," he said, rolling off of her. Then, turning, he looked down into her face. "Feel better, Red?"

She nodded slowly. "Much better," she told him, curling up against him. "But I still want Rolf to join us."

He laughed. "I give up," he said.

"Then call him," she ordered. "And then let's go take a shower. Good thing we didn't do this in the bed."

"We'd just call housekeeping to send up the maid to change the sheets," he told her.

"Is the maid pretty?" Nora asked him.

"She can be. Why?"

"We might try a foursome sometime, or perhaps a different kind of threesome," Nora said suggestively. "Would you like that kind of threesome, Kyle, my lover?"

He nodded.

"Then we'll have to do it sometime," Nora replied daringly. "I've never thought about it before, but it might be fun to watch you get turned on by me and another woman playing together." She slid off of the double chaise, standing. Her pointed red tongue touched her upper lip. "Could two women turn you on even more?"

He nodded again.

"Call for Rolfie, then, lover, and if you're a good boy, maybe next time our threesome will be you, me, and the maid. I'll be in the shower. Come and join me when you've done your duty." With a smile she disappeared back into the apartment.

He followed behind her, picking up the cordless phone on the table in the living room on the way, and pressing a button on it. "Send up Rolf," he said. "Madame would like a massage." Then he entered the luxurious bath, where Nora was already in the shower.

"Wash me," she ordered him, handing him a soap-filled sponge, standing straight and facing him. "I like it when you take care of me."

He took the sponge from her. "Lift your hair up," he said. "And you have to learn how to take care of yourself, Nora."

"I know," she agreed, holding her wet hair off of her shoulders as he began to wash her. "But in a sense I've been taking care of myself, and everyone else, ever since I got married. It's nice having you around. Even if you are just a fantasy."

"Maybe the world which you think you inhabit is the fantasy," he told her, swirling the sponge down and around her chest. He lifted each breast separately and washed it. "Maybe this is the reality."

"No such luck," Nora sighed. "What is it my friend Carla says? Life is a bitch, and then you die. No, Kyle, this is definitely the fantasy, I'm sorry to admit. And when I wake up again, I'll be the plump, middle-aged woman in her chair whose husband is about to dump her for a younger woman. And since, it seems, he's got control of everything, I will have to fight him for my very survival. Hell, I might not be able to afford Suburban Cable, which means I won't have you."

"You wouldn't let that happen, Nora, would you?" The sponge moved over her belly, and down to her pubic area.

"No," she said. "I wouldn't. The Channel is the only thing keeping me from being scared to death right now. And you, darling Kyle, are keeping me sane."

"How about me?" The shower door opened, and Rolf stepped in. "Don't I figure anywhere in this equation?" His blue eyes were twinkling at her.

"Indeed you do, Rolfie," she said, pushing Kyle away and pressing up against the young blond man suggestively.

He gave one of her breasts a squeeze, and with his other hand pulled her head toward his for a kiss. His mouth was fleshy and seductive. His tongue pushed between her lips to play with her tongue as he kissed her with ill-disguised hunger. He rubbed himself teasingly against her pubic mound. "Where do I figure?" he asked her softly.

The hot water poured down on the trio, steaming the glass of the commodious shower.

"Wherever you want," Nora answered him teasingly. His penis was already hard against her. It was so exciting to elicit such a reaction from such attractive men, she thought. Kyle was silently washing her back with a vengeance, but his long hard cock was rubbing between her ass crease. She smiled, turning her head to him. "Almost done, lover?" she asked sweetly.

He nodded with a grim smile. Ohh, he really was going to fuck the ears off of her, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it. "All done, Red."

"Want to play?" she teased wickedly.

Both men grinned broadly.

"First I want my massage, Rolfie," she told them.

"Table is all set up for madam," he answered her.

The two men toweled Nora off, and then when Kyle had pinned up her damp hair, he helped her onto the table. Nora almost dozed off as Rolf massaged her front side. His hands were both gentle and strong. Her firm breasts seemed to grow even firmer with his attentions. The heel of his palm, pressed firmly on her mons, however, brought her fully awake again. His handsome face was devoid of any expression, but she knew he had done it deliberately. A finger massaged oil into her clitoris and the hood over it, but just as she was beginning to feel a little tingle he spoke.

"Turn over, Nora." And he helped her to flip.

He massaged her shoulders and she could feel the tension draining away. His strong hands smoothed down her long back, finally reaching her buttocks. Rolf's fingers kneaded her now-firm ass, the edge of one hand sliding down the crease between her buttocks. Fascinated, she forced herself to relax as the hand moved between the cheeks of her ass as deep as it could go. The room was silent. She did not see Rolf nod meaningfully to Kyle, but she felt the two halves of her ass being pulled apart, and as quickly the sensation of something rubbing against her anus very softly.

"Wha…?" she tried to speak.

"It's alright, Nora. We're just showing you something new," Rolf told her. "We aren't going to do anything you aren't ready for, sweetie."

The slick finger stroked a spot she had never thought to be touched. It was rather exciting, and sent a small frisson of pleasure through her. Nora didn't know whether to be shocked by her reaction or not. When she felt him begin to blow softly there, she shivered. She actually wiggled a bit. The hands holding her ass cheeks apart released her, but the finger remained, and Nora could not help herself. She squeezed that finger even as she felt her face grow warm with a guilty blush.

"I think someone is going to be ready soon for a nice ass fuck," Rolf said.

"Not yet." Kyle's voice was almost angry.

Rolf actually laughed as he withdrew his finger and, going over to the double sink, washed his hands before resuming the massage. When he had finished with her legs, thighs, calves, and feet, he smacked Nora's bottom a light whack. "All done, sweetie." Then he helped her off the table.

"Let's have some of that wonderful wine I had earlier," Nora said in an attempt to break the tension. What an incredible fantasy world this was. Kyle was jealous of Rolf. And Rolf was enjoying torturing Kyle over her. Could her sense of self-worth get any better? She wanted that sense to carry over into her other world. She needed it to fight Jeff and win.

They went into the bedroom, with its huge bed, and Kyle poured them three goblets of Sweet Scarlet. He raised his glass. "To Nora," he said.

Rolf nodded. "To Nora, and to new sexual explorations."

"To the both of you, who make me feel so damned good," Nora toasted them back. Then she downed half of the wine. "I want to make love again before my wake-up call, boys," she said to them. "Drink up!"

But the two men put aside their wine, sandwiching her instead between them.

"Too much wine always leads to too little cock," Rolf said. He was standing behind her, his penis between the cheeks of her ass, his hands wrapped firmly about her breasts, thumbs rubbing against her sensitive nipples.

He needed to be brought down a bit, Nora considered. Rolf was getting a bit above his station. She drew away from him, her eyes meeting Kyle's in a silent understanding that she knew pleased him. "I believe I'm the one directing this mйnage а trois, Rolfie. You are my slave, aren't you? And your mistress is in the mood for a little cunnilingus. Is your tongue as skillful at that task as it is talking, Rolfie?"

He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. "If my mistress will lie back, I will endeavor to pleasure her," he said with a counterfeit show of deference.

Nora lay back on the bed, spreading her legs open for him. She gestured at Kyle. "And you, slave, give me your cock to play with else I be bored." She could see he was already half aroused. He too needed a lesson. He had been behaving in too dominant a manner tonight. She felt Rolf kiss her vulva even as Kyle positioned himself atop her chest, careful not to let his weight hurt her. Unable to help herself, she ran her hands lightly over his muscled thighs. Then she took his penis in her hand, holding it gently as she breathed softly on it. Her other hand lightly tickled his balls as the tip of Rolf's tongue lightly touched her clit.

Nora put Kyle's cock in her mouth, but she did not suck on him. Instead she slid her lips up and down the long shaft. When her tongue encircled the tip of it several times, he shuddered. He was getting harder, and it was more difficult for Nora to concentrate on what she was doing because Rolf's skillful tongue was caressing her clit. She began to suck hard on Kyle's penis, which grew firmer and firmer in her mouth.

"She's ready," Rolf said suddenly.

"So am I," Kyle groaned. "Let go, Red, if you want to be fucked."

She released him immediately, and the two men reversed positions, with Kyle thrusting hard into Nora's vagina, and Rolf kneeling behind her head and leaning forward to push his cock into her mouth. This time they all came together, and when their bodies had untangled themselves Nora cuddled against Kyle contentedly.

"That was nice," Nora said softly.

"Better than nice, mistress," Rolf told her. "I'm going to shower and go if you don't need me anymore tonight."

"No, go on," she told him. She wanted to be with Kyle now. Just Kyle. She dozed, only to be awakened by the sharp ring of the telephone. Confused for a moment, she rolled over and looked about. A portable was on her bedside table. Reaching for it, she pressed the ON button.

"It's four a.m., Mrs. Buckley," the crisp voice said. "The Channel will be closing in a half hour."

"Thank you," she responded groggily, pressing the phone's OFF button. "Kyle?"

"I'm here," he said, coming into the bedroom. "Go shower. I've got a nice cup of cappuccino for you."

"You are perfect!" she told him, stumbling from the bed into the bathroom. She showered quickly, washing away the strong scent of unbridled sex from her skin. Toweling herself off, she walked naked back through the bedroom and into the living room. To her amusement he helped her into her short navy silk robe, and she cocked an eyebrow at him. "You don't like me naked anymore?" she teased him.

"We don't have much time, and I just want to enjoy your company for a few minutes," he told her, handing her the footed cappuccino cup. "When are you coming back to me, Nora?"

She sat down, and to her surprise, he sat on the floor by her side, his dark head in her lap. "I can't come tonight. It's Saturday, and if I let J. J. stay out with friends two nights in a row, it will look odd. And Sunday night is a school night, and he'll be home. Probably not until Monday night, Kyle." She sipped at the cappuccino. "Umm, this is really good."

"I'm going to miss you," he said softly.

"I'm probably going to miss you more," she told him. He was a fantasy, and you didn't have feelings for a fantasy, Nora reminded herself. But she did have feelings for him. He was her creation. The perfect man. The perfect lover.

"Let's just be together, the two of us, then, on Monday night," he said.

"Okay," she agreed. "No Rolf and pretty maid."

He looked up at her. "I'm falling in love with you," he told her.

She was startled. "You can't," she said. "You don't really exist, Kyle."

"I exist for you, Nora," he reminded. "I am as real for you as anything else is."

"But not in my world of reality," she said. "You're my fantasy, Kyle. Nothing more than a fantasy."

"I'm going to teach you to love again," he told her.

"If you can do that," she said wistfully, "it would be a miracle."

"I can do anything you want me to, Red Rover," he told her, looking up into her gray green eyes.

She smiled softly at him and, reaching down, caressed his jaw, but as she did she felt herself sliding away from him. Damn! Nora thought sadly. And then she woke up in her recliner once again. Sighing, she stood up, turning off the television with the channel changer. Another wonderful fantasy evening. Yet the taste of cappuccino lingered strongly on her tongue, and her body felt more alive than it had in years.