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As the Living God traveled from bank to bank, he accepted their offerings with gratitude and enjoyed their women with passion. One of our Gods most passionate followers had her awakening that day. Monica learned true freedom, and went out into the world, first sharing her message with her husband and master Jonathon, and then with the world.

—The Gospel of April 10:25-26

Mary Sullivan – Parkland, WA

“How are you doing, Mary?” Alice greeted me with a friendly hug.

I stood in her office at Evergreen Realty. I had sped down the freeway, eager to see her. Alice had been a good friend to my older sister, Shannon. Unlike Shannon’s other friends, Alice had always been kind and friendly to me, often providing a shoulder to cry on. We kept close on Facebook after she graduated high school and I had even been a bridesmaid in her wedding last year.

“I’m engaged,” I told her, excitedly holding out my hand to show off black diamond ring Mark had given me Saturday night.

“Oh that’s amazing,” Alice cooed. “So Mike finally proposed?”

I shook my head. “We broke up. His name is Mark. And I know it’s fast, but he’s the one. I just know it.”

“Wow,” Alice said, a little flummoxed. “How long have you known him?”

“Since Wednesday night,” I smiled. “We started dating on Thursday.”

She bit her lip. “So it’s true. You really are involved with the terrorist. It’s all over the news. Your sister is worried sick about you.”

“He’s not a terrorist.” I stroked her arm. I had almost a dozen voice mails from my Dad alone. He was panicked for me, full of terrified concern. And not just him. Both my sisters sent me worried texts. I would need Mark to straighten everything out. They cops hadn’t released my name yet, they believed I was a victim, but my picture was everywhere. Only my bitch mother, who ran off years ago, hadn’t expressed any concern. “You have to believe that. He’s never hurt anyone.” Other than dominated them. But they were happy.

Alice bit her lip, a flush crossing her cheek. “I guess. But the news…”

“They’re jumping to conclusions,” I firmly said. “You’ll see. I wouldn’t be involved in anything bad.”

“Okay, Mary.” She looked me up and down. “So you’re engaged to the mysterious Mark Glassner, talk of all the news, accused of being a terrorist, who makes people do crazy stuff. Like getting engaged after knowing him for a such a short time.”

“He’s not controlling me,” I assured her. “Okay. I’ve never been happier. Mark is the greatest guy in the world.”

Alice hugged me again. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I do.”

“Okay.” Her hug grew tighter, and I became aware of her body pressing up against me, the curve of her breasts, the warmth of her breath on my neck, her thigh pressings on my hip. Alice kept hugging me longer than she should.

Is she into me?

Alice had always been a friend, but could she be more? My heart beat loudly in my chest as I considered that possibility.

Alice was cutie with large, hazel eyes with long lashes that were the center-point of an attractive, round face with full, kissable lips. Her hair was a thick and full bodied, a raven black that fell about her shoulders. She had been wearing a pinstriped, charcoal blazer over a blue halter top, her cleavage on display. Her hips and butt filled out her matching charcoal pants very nicely.

Alice finally broke the hug, her cheeks bright with excitement, her lips moist. Alice’s slim fingers grasped my hand and she guide me to her desk and a chair that lay on the side. We sat down, next to each other, and she laid out a binder with property listings. She leaned close to me, her flowery perfume making me a little lightheaded with its fragrance. Our hands kept brushing each other as she examined the binder, every touch fueling the fire burning in my womb.

“It’s getting a little hot in here,” Alice said, unbuttoning her blazer and pulling it off. Her halter top was very low-cut, her snowy breasts almost completely exposed. The straps of a blue-gray, lacy bra peaked out from beneath her top’s straps.

Alice sat back down, scooting even closer, leaning in so I could not help but see down her cleavage. She turned the page in the catalog and pointed at a cute, ranch-style house while her other hand casually rested on my thigh. Fire burned at her touch, running up my thigh to my moistening pussy; I shifted in my seat, my thighs rubbing pleasurably against my clit.

“This is a cute house,” I said, pretending to ignore her hand. If Alice wanted to seduce me, I was happy to let her.

“I know,” Alice purred, her hand slowly inching up my thigh. “It’s two bedrooms and one-and-a-half baths. The perfect house for a young couple.” Her hand was higher, pushing under my skirt. “Have you and Mark set a date, yet?”

“A date?” I asked, turning to face her. She was just inches away, her lips wet and red. It was getting hard to think as fire coursed through my veins.

“For your wedding?” Her lips were so close to mine. Her hand was inching higher on my thigh, almost at my pussy.

“No,” I said, “we—”

Fireworks exploded as Alice lips met mine. They were soft and inviting and her tongue pressed at my mouth. I opened my lips for her, tilting my head to the side. Her tongue was wresting with my own, then pulled back, inviting me in. I accepted, exploring her mouth eagerly, playing with her tongue. And her soft hand slid higher, so near the heat beneath my legs.

Alice broke the kiss. We were both breathless and flushed with excitement. “There’s this motel,” Alice moaned with breathless excitement. “We could…?”

“Yes,” I whispered huskily and a shiver of pleasure ran through my body as her fingers finally brushed my wet vulva through my panties.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I raced down the freeway, Violet’s mouth wrapped around my cock. She slurped loud, eager for my cum.

My cell phone rang. It was stuck in a little holster. I hit the button, the phone synced up to my car stereo through Bluetooth. “Hello?”

“Mark, honey?” my mom asked.

I blinked in surprise. I hadn’t talked to my mom in months.

Violet drew her mouth up, looking up at me. “Did I tell you to stop,” I growled.

“No, Master,” she moaned, and engulfed my cock.

“What was that?” my mom asked. “Don’t stop what?”

“Sorry, mom,” I moaned.

“Honey, are you in trouble?”

“No,” I laughed. “I’m not a terrorist.”

“But honey, the FBI was here yesterday. They think you’ve done some bad things.”

I squirmed in my seat, Violet’s mouth sucking harder. “Don’t worry about it,” I commanded her.

“I will worry, Mark. You’re my son. I love you.”

I frowned. Why didn’t she obey me? No one should be able to resist my commands.

My balls throbbed, Violet’s mouth was working harder. It was exciting talking to my mom while my slut blew me.

“You believe me, right, Mom?”

“Of course, I do,” she said. “If you say you’re not a terrorist, I believe you.”

So my powers were working. Maybe I didn’t phrase my first command right? It was so hard to think with Violet’s mouth on my cock. I groaned, my cum erupting into my slut’s sweet mouth. Violet drank it down, loving my cum.

“Listen, honey, I think you need to…”

“What, Mom?” I asked.

“It’s your dad,” she whispered. “Okay, Betty. I’ll talk to you later,” she said in a light voice.

I chilled at the thought of my abusive dad. “Love you, Mom.”

She hung up as I pulled into the parking lot the Parkland American Bank, a brick building on Pacific Avenue. Maybe I should speak to my dad, make sure he understands things. My stomach clenched and ice pumped through my veins..

No. He’s an asshole. Why spoil the day?

“Wait in the car,” I ordered Violet as I climbed out.

“Yes, Master,” she responded, licking her lips. She had blown me on the drive down. The slut was getting quite skilled.

With an excited jaunt in my step, I walked into the bank. There was a short line of customers queuing to deal with the bank tellers, a few more sitting at desks, talking to loan officers, and one fat security guard.

“I need to speak with all the staff in the back right now!” I hollered loudly. “No one call the police. I am not a terrorist. You think everything I do is normal and right.”

“Of course, sir,” a buxom teller with honey-blonde hair said. She looked confused as she opened the security door and led me into the back of the bank. The rest of the employee’s gathered with me at the vault.

“Who’s the manager?”

“I am,” a man said, lurking at the back.

It was Ted. This couldn’t be more perfect. “Open the vault, Ted.”

“There’s a time lock,” Ted informed.

“I’ll wait,” I said. I grabbed the honey-blonde teller and pulled her next to me. “Ted, open the vault and everyone else go back to your jobs and ignore everything Ted and I do. Except for you, Monica,” I told the buxom teller, reading her name tag. “Let’s see what you look like naked.”

She flushed, “Yes, sir.”

I grinned as she untied the decorative scarf around her neck that partially covered the cleavage revealed by her low-cut, blue blouse. Her blouse off, her large tits were reveled to be supported by a lacy, black bra. She unhooked that next. Her tits were still perky with youth, with large, light-pink areolas and fat nipples jutting out with excitement. As she unzipped her black skirt, I hefted one of her tits, squeezing the plump firmness. She shivered as my thumb brushed her areola.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, whore,” I told her, “and you’re going to love every minute of it.”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned, her voice throaty.

Monica licked her lips as she peeled off her pantyhose and black panties. Her bush was a darker brown than her hair and neatly trimmed, while her pussy lips were large and hanging down, thick with her excitement.

“I’m gong to enjoy this,” I grinned, my cock throbbing inside my jeans. “Bend that sweet ass over the table.”

She obeyed with an eager smile, bending over the table and presenting her plump ass and furry pussy to me. I ran my hand through her cunt; she grew wet at my touch. I stuck a finger inside her pussy, and she wiggled her hips in pleasure.

“Nice and tight,” I grinned. “But I think I want a different hole.”

“Excuse me, sir?” she asked, flashing a confused look over her shoulder.

I pulled my finger out, coated in her juices, and slid up her crack to her puckered asshole. She gasped as I shoved my digit up her tight, velvety ass.

I fucked my finger in a few times, getting her used to it, then I removed it from her bowels. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. I was eager to feel her asshole and shoved in hard. The table rocked, and she gasped in surprise.

Monica let out a growl of pleasure as my cock slowly sank into the warm tightness of her ass. “Oh, my god!” she gasped. “That’s amazing!”

“You’ve never been fucked up the ass before?” I asked, plumbing her bowels with hard thrusts. My cock throbbed in delight. I loved fucking a woman’s ass.

“No,” she panted. “My husband…he always wants to, but I thought it would hurt!”

“What a bad wife!” I slapped her ass; her bowels tightened about me. “You let me fuck your ass, but not your husband. So terrible.”

“I am,” she realized. “I’m such a bad wife. He always wants me to give him blowjobs, too, but I always say no.”

“From now on, bitch, you do what ever filthy things your husband wants,” I growled, rubbing my hand down her back. “And do it with a smile on your whorish face!”

“Yes,” she panted. “I’ll be a good wife from now on.” Her orgasm rolled through her body, ass clenching on my cock. I savored her tight grip, sliding my cock in deep, my balls slapping her juicy pussy.

Then a depraved thought popped into my mind. I grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell phone, flipping through her address book while I fucked her slowly. “What’s your husband’s name?” I asked.

“Jonathon,” she answered, breathless. I found her husband and gave him a ring.

“Hey, cutie pie,” Jonathon answered.

“This is Mark,” I said. “I’m with your wife. I’ve been counseling her.” I put the phone on speaker and set it on the table. “Say hi to your husband.”

A look of panic crossed Monica’s face. “Hi, sweetie,” she said, trying to sound casual as I fucked her ass harder, our flesh slapping together.

“What kind of counseling,” Jonathon asked, sounding concerned.

“Your wife tells me she’s had problems doing certain things in the bedroom,” I said. Monica bit her lip to stifle a moan. “But I’ve helped your wife understand that it’s her duty to do whatever perverted things you want. Right, Monica?”

“Yeah, Jonathon,” Monica panted, her voice was thick with excitement as my cock reamed her ass. “I’m going to let you fuck my ass, or I’ll give you blowjobs.”

“Really?” he asked, sounding excited.

“Y-yeah, sweetie!” Monica gasped and then clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle another moan. “You want it, I’ll do it!”

“She’s your whore now, right Monica?”

“I am! Your whore, sweetie!”

“Man, Mark, how can I repay you?” Jonathon asked excitedly.

“Your wife’s already covered the payment,” I told him, enjoying his wife’s ass on my cock. It was so hot fucking his wife when he had no idea. My balls throbbed, eager to cream her ass.

“I love you, cutie pie,” Jonathon said.

“Oh, I love you, too, Jonathon,” Monica whispered before she moaned, her ass clenching on my cock. She quickly slapped her hand over her lips and. as she came on my cock, her other hand fumbled to hang up the phone. “I’m such a bad wife!” she moaned as her orgasm continued to ripple through her body. “Such a terrible wife!”

“Yes, you are!” I groaned, my body tensing.

I drove into her ass. My balls boiled. I shot my cum deep into her bowels. I gritted my teeth as I enjoyed her tight ass. My pleasure coursed through me in intense pulses.

“You are a good fuck,” I panted before pulling out of her ass.

Monica gasped and moaned, burying her face in her hands. I laughed, the slut was still cumming. My spunk leaked out of her well-fucked ass, dripping down to her married pussy. I smacked her ass and she let out a sob.

She wasn’t cumming, she was crying.

Guilt stabbed through me, and I beat it back down. You’re above guilt, Mark. She’s just an ant.

“Oh, god, what have I done,” she sobbed.

I rubbed her shoulders. “You have nothing to feel guilty about,” I told her. “You came twice, right?”

She sniffed. “Yeah. I never came so hard in my life,” she said, a smile ghosting her lips.

“You should never feel guilty about something as nice as cumming,” I told her. “You should never feel guilty about anything you do with a man or woman.”

“A woman?” she asked and I saw something in her eyes. Desire?

“You want to be with a woman?”

She nodded, shyly. “I’ve…thought about it. With Kylie.”

“The cute redhead?” I asked, glancing at the redheaded teller watching us.

She nodded her head.

Behind me, the vault beeped and Ted opened it. The obedient idiot immediately filled the black duffel bags with bricks of bills wrapped in plastic. So much money.

“Kyle, come here and clean my cock of your friend’s ass.”

The redhead walked over, falling to my knees and sucking my cock into her lips. I loved making a woman clean my cock after it had been buried balls-deep in ass. She was eager, her tongue slurping about my cock.

“Kylie, I want you and Monica to go to a hotel on your lunch.” There was a no-tell motel up the street from here, the Blue Spruce, that had hourly rates. “And explore any desires you two might have for each other. And if you enjoy yourself, go home with Monica and give her husband a special treat.”

“Okay,” Kylie moaned, popping her lips off my clean cock. Then she gave Monica shy smile.

Monica flushed and returned the smile.

“The bags are full, sir,” Ted reported.

“Then carry them out to my Mustang,” I ordered.

“Right away sir.” The scrawny man hefted the bags, straining to carry all of them.

I walked behind him, popping the trunk open for him with the fob. It was so satisfying to make the asshole rob his bank for me. He threw the duffel bags in and slammed the trunk for me.

“Confess to being behind everything,” I told him as I walked into my car. “Call the FBI at closing.”

“I will, sir,” he nodded.

I started the car and Violet leaned over, greeting me with an eager kiss, her tongue a little timid as it wriggled into my mouth. “Did it go well, Master?”

“Very well, slut,” I grinned, pulling out my cock.

Without prompting, she leaned over and sucked my cock, her tongue swirling about. I twirled one of her pigtails, savoring her sweet mouth. I backed out my car and headed for the next bank to rob today, her mouth sucking hard.

Violet was getting quite skilled at blowjobs.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

Alice and I rushed out of her office, trying to act normal as we excitedly made our way through her work. “Just going to show Mary a few houses,” she told her boss, trying to sound casual. Our lust must be so obvious. He wasn’t going to buy the lie. How could he not hear my heart thudding with desire in my chest?

We positively exuded lust.

If I had wished for Mark’s powers, we wouldn’t have to pretend. But did I want that much responsibility? No.

“Okay,” her boss mumbled, and went back to talking with the receptionist.

“Cute car,” Alice complimented when she saw my Eos.

“Mark got it for me,” I told her and she gave me this knowing smile. “It’s not like that, I love him.”

Alice paused. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. If you love him, you don’t want to…”

“Do you really want to stop?” I asked.

“No,” she said, smiling. “I’m too horny to stop.”

The motel was a dive just up the street called the Blue Spruce Motel that offered “hourly rates.” The facade of the U shaped building was faded blue siding, paint chipped in many places. I followed Alice into the lobby where two women—one honey-blonde, the other a redhead, both dressed like bank tellers—were paying for a room with the motel manager.

“Room 11,” the manager said, bored, handing over an actual key to the redhead, not an electromagnetic keycard that most hotels used.

“We’re not the only ladies looking for some afternoon delight,” Alice whispered in my ear.

“Nope,” I giggled.

Alice paid in cash for three hours and we received room 5’s key. I held Alice’s hand as she eagerly led me across the parking lot to room 5. The room was surprisingly clean, albeit a little worn. Scuffed carpeting, faded walls and frayed comforters covered the two, twin sized beds.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Alice moaned the moment the door closed. “But you’re just so fucking hot.”

She almost leaped at me, her lips hungry on mine. I wrapped my arms about her waist, pulling her close to me. Her black hair, silky soft, caressed my cheek and her soft hand stroked my arm, leaving a trail of fire wherever her finger touched. The kiss was different than with Mark. His lips were rougher, more demanding while Alice was soft and gentle. I loved Mark, loved the urgency of his kisses, but variety was the spice of life.

Her hand trailed down my arm and gently stroked my hand. Alice brought the hand up and she broke the kiss, sucking and licking my finger while smiling shyly at me. Her tongue was pink, and I was transfixed by the sight. I pressed my thighs together, my juices trickling out of hot pussy, turning my panties into a sodden mess.

“You’re so beautiful, Mary,” Alice purred, kissing my palm. “I wish I had the courage to do this sooner.”

I blinked in surprise. I thought she was seducing me because of my wish. When I made my Pact with the Devil last week, I wished that all women would desire me. How long had Alice been thinking about me this way?

“You were just so…radiant today,” she continued purring, “I was just helpless before your beauty. Hell, I even believed you about Mark. I just feel like I want to please you.”

“I just have that beauty,” I laughed.

“God, yes. You are so gorgeous today.”

Her hands trembled as she reached out and pulled my white blouse over my head. She traced the strap of my lacy, gray bra, down to the cup and slipped her finger inside, brushing my achingly hard nipple. I gasped. Her fleeting touch sent pleasure coursing through my body. My bra was uncomfortably tight on my body. I reached behind me and the bra fell away, freeing my freckled breasts.

“So beautiful,” Alice murmured, almost in a daze. “I’ve dreamed about your breasts since you were fourteen.” Fourteen? Out of the fog of lust, rose a memory of Alice catching me coming out of the shower naked. Her face had flushed in what I thought was embarrassment. I guess it was actually desire.

Alice grasped my shoulders and guided me to the bed and, with a gentle pressure, pushed me back onto the bed. She crawled over and kissed my right breast, licking everywhere, except my areola and hard nipples. She licked down the slopes to the underside of my breast where sweat liked to collect, up my breastbone between my mounds. She kissed me everywhere. She circled my breast, coming ever closer to my nipple. When I thought she was finally going to reach my nipple, she started from the beginning on on my left breast.

I was so aroused, so horny, when her lips finally, gently, reached my hard nipple, I orgasmed. It wasn’t an earth shattering orgasm, but a tiny, pleasurable one that just left me wanting more. Her lips and tongue caressed and pleasure my nipple, making sensuous love to the hard, sensitive nub. Her hand slipped slowly up my thigh and under my black skirt. I shivered as she found the sticky, hot mess between my legs.

“Oh, Alice,” I gasped as her fingers slid through my panties leghole and touched the shaved lips of my vulva. “Umm, keep touching me there.”

Alice’s wet mouth was leaving a trail of fiery kisses up my breasts, my neck, reaching my ears. She licked and nibbled on my lobe, her breath hot and moist. “So wet,” she whispered, slipping a single finger up inside my pussy. “Did I do that?”

“Yes!” I gasped as her finger invaded my pussy. This was amazing. We could have been doing this for the last five years.

My entire body burned with desire as she slipped a second finger inside me, moving them slowly in and out. Her lip kissed and sucked at my neck and a low, throaty moan rose from within me. Her thumb found my clit, her thumb brushing with a light, gentle touch. I gripped the bedspread with one hand as I writhed in passion.

I had to touch her. I reached out, finding her thigh beneath pants. My hand slid up her leg, to her hip. I found the clasp for her pants and fumbled to open her fly, trying to use one hand. I had to be in inside her.

“Do it, Mary,” she sighed as I pulled her zipper down and slid my hand inside.

I brushed her silky nylons, reaching between her thighs. Her desire was hot and wet, beading through panties and nylons. My fingers slipped into her silky pantyhose and into her satin panties. Her pubic mound was shaved bare.

“Oh, yes. Rub my pussy! I’m on fire for you.”

I slid further in and found her wet passion. Alice moaned into my ear as I lightly caressed her hard clit, running a finger down her swollen labia, and then my digit was engulfed by her warmth. My fingers matched the delicate caresses that Alice performed on my pussy.

“Oh, that’s nice!” Alice moaned. “Your fingers…so sweet!”

Her lips found mine, and we were kissing again. I drink her passion our lips writhed together. I turned on my side, pressing my bare tits to her clothed breasts. The cotton fabric of her halter top rubbed roughly on my hard nipples. Our legs rubbed together as we gave each other pleasure, running headlong towards the cliff. Alice went over first, her body shuddering delicately.

“Yes, Mary!” she gasped, breaking the kiss. “Oh, God, yes!”

I followed her right over, my second orgasm sending spasms of delicious through my limbs and body. We held each other, my lips finding hers as we continued to finger each other to orgasm after orgasm, each more intense, more fulfilling then the one before. Gasping next to this beautiful angel, I pulled my hand out of her panties, sticky with her juices, and sucked them into my mouth.

“You taste so delicious,” I huskily said, sitting up and moving down the bed to her feet.

I pulled off her shoes, comfortable black flats. Her dainty feet covered in dark nylons. Alice lifted her ass as I pulled off her pants while she pulled off her halter top. I gently pulled off her pantyhose, trying not to cause any runs.

“I’m going to eat you up,” I purred, before I gently kissed her bare foot, licking her toes.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Alice cooed. Her breasts heaved in her lacy bra and her face flushed with passion, her eyes shining with love.

I kissed her bony ankle, then up her shapely calf, her knee, and then her inner thigh, moving slowly higher. I could smell her arousal, a spicy musk, through her gray-blue, satin panties. I rubbed my cheek against them, breathing deep her musk and enjoying the soft, cool feel of her panties. I pulled them off her legs, exposing a shaved, flushed pussy weeping juices.

“Eat me, please!”

My tongue licked through her labia, savoring the musky spice. Alice moaned in pleasure as I feasted on her womanhood. I sucked her engorged labia into my lips, stuck my tongue deep into her pussy, and kissed the hard bud of her clitoris. My world had been reduced to the silky warmth of Alice’s pussy. I was an explore in uncharted territory, searching every crevice and fold, until I had mapped her vagina in all its beauty. And when she orgasmed, I was ready, drinking the flood of passion like a woman dying of thirst.

“I need to…ohhh, fuck…taste you!” Alice panted as I continued licking her sensitive pussy through her orgasm.

I looked up, face wet with juices, and saw the desire in her eyes.

I peeled off my lacy panties and straddled her face, lowering my pussy to her lips as I lowered my lips to her pussy. I writhed on her tongue and she writhed on mine. Her tongue was skilled, gentle and knowing. She seemed to find all the spots that gave me pleasure and, together, we came and came, until our pussies were too sensitive to climax any more.

Panting, I lay pressed up against her. She still had her gray-blue bra on, and I played with its strap half-hanging on her shoulder as Alice hugged me, our legs entwined together. Our lovemaking was intense and deep, different than any other sex I ever had. Was it better than with Mark?

I thought of Mark, his boyish smile, how tender his touches were, and how honest and open he was. No, nothing could replace Mark in my heart. Or his a cock in my pussy. Even sitting her, basking in the lovemaking with Alice, my body still ached for Mark while my soul yearned to share with him all that happened in this motel room.

I saw my engagement ring glinting on my hand as I played with Alice’s bra. What I experienced with Alice was nice, fulfilling even, but it wasn’t love. At least, it wasn’t the deep, romantic love I felt for Mark. Alice was nice to cuddle with, but I wished Mark was here, pressed against my back, his strong arms wrapped around me, sandwiching me between him and Alice.

Then what did I feel for Alice? It was something more than lust and desire. Friendship? A deep, physical friendship?

“Are you feeling guilty?” Alice asked, seeing me stare at my engagement ring.

I shook my head. “There’s nothing to feel guilty about. Mark and I have an open relationship. He doesn’t mind me being with other women. I’m going to tell him all about our fun.”

Alice arched an eyebrow. “Wow, timid little Mary sure has changed.”

“Mark…” I paused, how to explain it. “He awakened desires within me. Showed me pleasures I didn’t even know I could experience.”

“He sounds like a great guy,” Alice said flatly. Was that bitterness I heard in her voice? Was her marriage with Dean not going well?

“Alice,” I asked carefully, “is everything okay between you and Dean?”

“We’re fine.”

I hesitated. “Well, um, you seemed really familiar with this motel and…?”

Alice caressed my face. “No, it’s not my first time here,” she sighed. “After Dean and I got married, he got a promotion and he’s been working a lot of hours. There hasn’t been much time for us. I started talking to my yoga instructor, Esteban, confiding in him the problems in my marriage. He was so supportive. Next thing I knew we were flirting and kissing and…”

“You were sleeping with him,” I finished.

Alice nodded. “He was an amazing lover. Dean, he always tried, but Esteban did things to me I never experienced.” A smile crept across her face. “I thought about leaving Dean to be with Esteban, but the irony was, Esteban was cheating on me.” Her voice was thick with pain, so I hugged her. She was still for a moment, then a wrench sob escaped her lips, “It’s what I deserved. Dean’s a great guy. He deserves a better wife than one who cheats on him.”

“It’s alright,” I consoled, rocking her gently in my arms. “What Dean doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”

Alice barked a laugh. “Like what you and I just did.”

“If you love him,” I said, “then don’t tell him. You can get what you need from me and go back to your husband, satisfied and happy.”

Alice wiped her tears and smiled at me. “So, that makes you…what?”

“A friend who comforts you,” I told her. “A friend that relieves certain…tensions.”

Alice smiled, “I like that.” And then her lips descended, and we were kissing again. My hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra. This time, I wanted to play with her breasts.

To be continued…

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