David finished up his last set for the evening and began breaking down his equipment. His thoughts were on his lagging career, 'Another successful night, not that anyone that matters noticed.' Like thousands of singer-song writers performing across the country, David had talent, loads of it. What he didn't have was the career defining bump he needed to make it big. The small venues that he played were always packed and he made a reasonable middle-class income. But that was as far as he ever seemed to get.
He had packed his beloved guitar away and had begun the process of sorting patch cords when he noticed someone approaching him. He always made time for fans, so he stopped what he was doing and turned toward the man, ready to talk or provide an autograph.
"David Sloan?"
"Yes, that would be me. How are you?"
The man held out an envelope and David reached for it assuming it was something that the person wanted autographed. As soon as he grasped it the man spoke, "You have been served." He then turned and walked away, leaving a stunned musician standing in confusion.
David opened the envelope and pulled out the document inside. The heading told him what he needed to know, and absolutely nothing regarding why. His wife of ten years had just served him divorce papers. He couldn't understand it. It made no sense to him. He loved his wife and was convinced that their marriage was solid. Sure, she complained about his focus on his music and the late nights he spent playing, but she knew music was his passion.
He called home, but the phone went to voicemail. A call to his wife's cell phone resulted in an automated message that the number was no longer in use. He drove home a nervous wreck only to find that his key didn't work. He pounded on the door to get his wife's attention and within minutes a police car pulled up. The officer informed him that he was not allowed within five hundred feet of the residence.
David drove around the city for an hour trying to understand what was happening. At three in the morning, he parked in front of his friend's house, tilted his seat back, and tried to sleep.
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David blinked his eyes as the sun shone through the windshield. The knocking on the driver's side glass had stopped and he turned his head to see his friend Stan standing by his door, hand raised. David rolled down the window, "Hey Stan. Sorry about the surprise visit."
"Not that I mind, but what are you doing here?"
"Maria served me with divorce papers last night. I am not allowed near my house, and she won't answer the phone. I don't know what the fuck is going on!"
"Holy fuck! I thought you guys were fine."
"I thought so too. I don't know what to do."
"Come into the house and we will figure something out. Come on. Out of the car. Let's go."
David opened his door and climbed out of the car, "I'm sorry man. I just didn't know where else to go."
"Don't' worry about it. Just come inside."
Once in the house Stan sat David down at the kitchen table, "Look Dave, I have to go to work. I will let Loran know you're here. Why don't you get a shower and lie down in the spare room? We can talk when I get home. OK?"
"Sure. Hell, I don't have any clothes. I don't have shit. It is all at the house."
"Maybe Loran can take you to pick up a few things. I need to talk to Loran and get going. I will see you when I get home."
Stan went to the bedroom to talk to his wife and David shuffled down the hall after him. The hot shower settled the fatigue deep into his bones. Exhaustion overtook him when he laid down and he was asleep within minutes.
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David awoke confused, then his situation fell on him like a ton of bricks. Tears ran down his face not only because his wife wanted a divorce, but also because he didn't understand why. He got himself together and walked from the bedroom to the kitchen. Loran was standing by the sink when he entered the room. He couldn't help but smile when he saw her.
It is funny how life works. Loran and David had been close friends in high school. Loran didn't know it, but David had a serious crush on her. He wanted so much to tell her, but he was torn. He was afraid if she rebuffed him, he would lose her as a friend. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her friendship. Then Stan entered their lives and sort of took over.
Stan transferred into their school in their junior year and immediately latched onto the two friends. Stan was self-confident to the point of being overbearing. He didn't hesitate to pursue Loran and David lost his chance. The three were nearly inseparable but as time went by David felt more and more like he was just tagging along. After graduation David felt like he didn't belong anymore. His music made him a night owl while Stan seemed to plan everything for the early part of the day. It never occurred to David that Stan was intentionally pushing him away. He just figured that his music career was the issue. David gradually faded from the friendship and spent two years traveling and performing.
When he finally settled back in town David managed to get an ongoing gig that paid the bills and allowed him time to write and record. Stan and Loran had married, and he reconnected with them. They had a regular dinner date to catch up. On occasions they would go clubbing together, but David always ended up feeling uncomfortable. Stan had a habit of pawing Loran possessively when he was drinking.
One evening he met Maria and they hit it off. He found that in her arms he could forget about Loran and the love that never happened. He was happy with Maria. Apparently, she wasn't happy with him.
Now he stood in the kitchen and watched Loran. She was now thirty-one and still looked the same to him as she did in high school, "Hey Loran."
She turned and flashed that wonderful smile, "Hey you too. Want some coffee?"
"That would be great."
Loran fixed him up with a cup and the sat at the kitchen table. Loran looked at David with sympathy, "So, Maria huh. What's going on?"
David's eyes were wet, "I don't know. I didn't think anything was wrong, then boom!"
"Wow. OK, let's call her."
"She won't' answer when I call the house and she changed her cell phone number."
"I'll call her. Maybe she will answer if it is me. I'll put it on speaker so you can hear."
Putting action to words she called Maria.
"Hello?"
"Maria, it's Loran. David is sitting at my kitchen table. Would you please tell him what is going on?"
"It's simple. I have had enough, and I want out. I'm tired of his constant pursuit of a music career that isn't going to happen. I'm tired of spending every weekend alone waiting for him to come home and sleep half the day away. I'm done."
David was stunned, "Why didn't you talk to me about it? You know I love you and would do anything for you."
"You are oblivious David. I'm not doing this. Sign the papers or I will sue, and you will have nothing. Goodbye!"
Loran and David sat stunned. Finally, Loran pulled David into a hug, "It will be alright Dave. Stan and I are here for you. Let me make you breakfast, and I will run over to your house. Surely Maria will give me your clothes and stuff."
While David ate Loran drove over and Maria met her at the door. Two suitcases sat on the porch, "Here take his shit. He can have the rest of it when he signs the papers." She closed the door in Loran's face.
Loran returned home and David walked out to the car. He unloaded the suitcases in grief filled silence. Loran's heart went out to him. She had no more of a clue than he did about what was going on with his wife. She did know that he didn't deserve to be treated this way.
Loran watched as David, with shoulders slumped, carried his suitcases to the guest room. He returned fifteen minutes later, his face freshly washed, but his eyes still red. He had obviously been crying and again Loran's heart nearly burst with sympathy. They sat back down at the kitchen table. She could see that David wanted to talk about something and finally prodded him, "Talk to me David."
"I just tried to access our joint account and I have been blocked. She's cut me off from our account. The only money I have is in my pocket. I don't know what to do."
Loran laid her hand on his, "First of all you are welcome to stay here as long as you need. Secondly, you need a lawyer. You cannot deal with this without legal help. Let's find you a lawyer and get things rolling." Loran knew that the best thing for David right now was to not only stay busy, but also to be proactive in helping himself. She felt total disgust with Maria. You don't treat someone you love, or once loved, the way Maria was treating David. It wasn't right and it really pissed her off.
A few phone calls later David had an appointment setup for the following day. Loran smiled at David as he hung up the phone, "Now that you have the ball rolling why don't you play for me?"
"You want to hear me play?"
"I love to hear you play."
David looked pensive, "It's funny but Maria didn't like to hear me play. I always practiced and wrote in the garage. She said the noise interfered with her shows."
"Now I am convinced that Maria is an idiot. Your music is amazing, and you play guitar wonderfully. Would you play for me? Please?"
They settled in the living room. Loran sat back in the recliner and David began to play. Loran's eyes were closed, and a smile lit her face as she listened. David played a few of his standards before gradually getting more maudlin, delving into sad songs. He noticed a tear leak down Loran's cheek as she listened to an exceptionally sad song. He felt horrible at making her cry and began playing an upbeat, danceable, song.
Loran's reaction was immediate. She jumped up from the recliner and began to dance around the living room. David couldn't help but smile as he watched her joyfully dance around the room. Her eyes glistened with happiness as she danced and watched him play. For the moment David forgot his grief and his heart swelled as he watched his dear friend dance. It suddenly hit him how much he had missed her joyful spirit over the years of his marriage, and he wondered how things might have been.
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Stan returned home from work that evening to find Loran and David playing cards at the dining room table. He walked over and stood behind Loran, "What a day. It was a shit show from the moment I got to work and didn't get better."
Loran looked at her husband, "Honey, you say that every day. Surely you have a good day every once in a while.
"You would think, but nope." He stood and watched them play for a few minutes before laying both hands on Loran's shoulders, "I'm hungry. Why don't you start dinner, and I will fill in for you?"
"It won't take us long to finish the game. I'll start dinner in a few minutes."
"I've had a bad day and I am hungry. I don't feel like waiting."
Loran frowned but quietly stood and went to the kitchen. Stan sat down in her place, "Babe, bring me a beer while you are up."
David wasn't happy with the way Stan talked to Loran. It also didn't help his mood when Stan blatantly cheated at cards. Deciding that that the game wasn't much fun anymore, he let Stan win just to end it.
Dinner was dominated by Stan talking about his day. In his opinion he wasn't appreciated or respected nearly as much as he should be. David was concerned that his friend had let the worst parts of his personality dominate him more and more as the years went by. He didn't like the change in his friend but had no clue as to what he could do about it.
David was, at heart, a kind and empathic person who likes to make people happy. He will often defer his own wants to give someone else what they want. Not because he is weak, but because his wants are not as important to him as another person's happiness. Still, it would be a mistake to overlook the inner steel in David. He wouldn't hesitate to make clear his position and would defend it at all costs if the situation called for it. David is kind, but that doesn't mean he is weak.
David cringed when he saw Stan grab Loran's ass as she stood to go to the kitchen. It wasn't a cute little sneaky grab between two giddy lovers. It was a blatant grab of possession intended to show David who the main man was. There was no doubt in David's mind that Stan was sending a message that was loud and clear, this is mine. It pissed David off that Stan would even think he needed to pull such a stunt. David loved Loran and would never hit on her or interfere in her marriage. David bit his tongue and returned to his dinner.
After dinner Stan plopped on the couch while David helped Loran clear the table. They were washing the dishes when a frowning Loran spoke, "I'm sorry you had to see that. He never does that grabby stuff unless there is another man around. It makes me feel like property and I get mad as hell about it."
David looked at her kindly, "You don't need to apologize because you didn't do anything wrong. I understand your frustration. Maybe you should talk to him about it?"
"I've tried but he doesn't see anything wrong with his behavior."
"I'm sorry Loran. I don't know what to tell you." David felt bad for Loran, but it wasn't his place to have an opinion or to give advice about the situation.
Dishes washed and put away they wandered into the living room to watch television. Stan was stretched out on the couch and David could see the recliner next to the couch was where Loran normally sat. The scrunched up Snoopy pillow and Peanuts blanket were a dead giveaway. David sat in the opposite recliner. As Loran walked to her recliner Stan reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward him, "Lay on the couch with me."
Loran, slightly off balance, nearly fell onto the couch. Stan grabbed her ass to 'help' her. At first Loran just went with it but David could see the anger on her face from his chair. All the sudden watching television didn't seem like such a good idea. Loran sat up on the couch and looked at Stan, "If I am going to lay on the couch I might as well change for bed."
Stan smirked, "Yeh babe. Why don't you do that. Wear something nice and comfortable."
Loran knew that he wanted to continue his dominance games, so she decided to call his bluff. If he wanted to show off his property, she would make sure that the show was entertaining for David. Maybe Stan would re-think his caveman approach. She stripped her clothes off and stood nude thinking. A few moments later, her mind made up, she pulled a silk nightgown over her head. The opaque silk covered her pert breasts while accentuated them. Her nipples were becoming erect from both the feel of the silk and the feisty thoughts running through her head. She found the idea of showing off for David erotic as hell.
Stan did a double take when she walked back into the room and approached the couch. Loran laid down and snuggled back against her husband. His hand naturally fell onto her flank, and he rubbed his hand on the silk as they watched television. It was a nearly subconscious act. The feel of the silk on his hand was pleasant and so he rubbed the silk. The result was that the night shirt gradually slid up her legs, revealing more of them as the minutes passed.
David's eyes were drawn to the torturously slow reveal. Loran had nice legs and as the night shirt rose so did David's erection. He was painfully hard and had no way to hide it if Loran chose to look. There was no way he could stand up and leave the room without revealing his state. She seemed to be watching the show intently and he could only hope that she continued to do so. The more the night shirt revealed, the more he began to think that he would like her to see what she was doing to him. He mentally slapped himself but that didn't stop the affect she was having on him.
When the night shirt slid up far enough that David could see the shadow of her pussy Loran abruptly stood. She said, "I'm going to bed," and left the room. She walked around the chair David was sitting in and looked down. She smiled to herself at what she saw. For David's part, he couldn't take his eyes off her slender body as she walked around him. He had never left the friend zone with Loran, not that he hadn't wanted to. Now he was feeling intense attraction to her again. He knew how that made him feel, he just didn't know what he could possibly do about it.
He went to the guest room shortly after Loran left and got ready for bed. The erection Loran had caused was still a rigid pole as he laid back. He ran his fingers up and down it, caressing it, as he thought about Loran' legs and her erect nipples pressing against the silk. He gripped his erection and slowly began to stroke as he remembered the slow slide of the silk up her legs. His imagination took over and he envisioned the reveal of her neatly trimmed pussy. His orgasm shocked him in its immediacy and its intensity. It had been weeks since he had sex with Maria and the amount of cum he produced was prodigious. He did his best not to drip all over the floor as he went to the guest bath to clean up. His erection was still making its presence known as he did.
Loran laid down on her own bed as her husband continued to watch television. She knew he wouldn't come to bed for at least another hour. When he did, he would go right to sleep, without so much as a kiss goodnight. The same way he had for months now. She almost wished he would come to bed. She was extremely aroused and would have liked to have sex. Even the abrupt and totally selfish sex her husband provided. As horny as she was, she thought she might just have time to get off before he did.
Fifteen minutes later Loran was running her fingers up and down her labia and rubbing her clit. She couldn't stand it anymore and she needed some release. She couldn't help but think of the bulge she saw in David's pants as she went to bed. He was obviously very well endowed, much larger than Stan. As she caressed herself, she thought about David pulling that big cock out and stroking it as he watched her slowly reveal her pussy. Her imagination took over and her night shirt continued to rise, revealing her wet pussy to him. He would stroke his cock as he looked at her wetness until his cum shot out onto his stomach. The orgasm that rocked her was the best she had experienced in years.
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David's lawyer reviewed the divorce documents and made a few recommendations. First, David should not under any circumstances sign the documents that Maria had provided. Secondly, they needed the services of a private detective. Something strange was going on and they needed to find out what it was. It took the detective a total of four hours over two days to get the story.
Saturday night while David played music at the local club the detective was watching his housed. Maria left the house dressed to kill and got into a car driven by one Charles Dixon. Charles drove her directly to his own home and the two entered. An hour later they came out and he drove her home. The next afternoon the detective approached Charles at his local watering hole, got him drunk, and got him talking.
While David had been playing his weekend gigs his wife had started visiting said watering hole and had met 'Chuck'. They had hit it off and had eventually ended up as lovers. Maria came up with the idea of divorcing David and making him pay alimony. When she had fallen for her new illicit lover, she began to hate her husband. She wasn't satisfied at just divorcing him. She wanted to take everything she could from him in the process. She resented his music and the limited popularity that it brought him. Her job was mindlessly boring, while his seemed romantic and she hated him for it.
This information shocked and devastated David. If she would have talked to him, they probably could have worked things out. As things stood, there was no other choice but to follow his lawyer's advice and end the marriage on his terms. The problem was that the process could take weeks or even months. In the interim, David was stuck without access to most of his belongings and his bank account.
When David revealed the whole sordid story Tuesday evening at dinner Loran was very sympathetic. Stan laughed, "So, let me get this right. Your wife was jealous of you playing music in the local dives? Her job must have really sucked! ... Seriously David you are welcome to stay here until you work this out. You are paying your way as best you can and that is all we need. As much as I work Loran could use the company anyway."
Stan was getting ready to leave on another business trip. He had a lot of them, usually every other week and sometimes for multiple weeks. His current trip was for a week. He would be leaving in the morning.
The dinner aftermath was the same as the first. David and Loran cleaned up while Stan occupied the couch. David noted that Loran seemed a bit nervous but hesitated to ask her about it. For Loran's part she was a nervous wreck in anticipation of the evening. Since the first night's big reveal, Stan had asked her to wear the same night dress on each subsequent evening. Each of those nights he haphazardly rubbed the silk, slowly revealing her body. Loran was going insane from the erotic stimulus and nearly wearing off her fingerprints from masturbating so often.
David did not know of Loran's inner turmoil. He was busy fighting his own. The nightly shows were driving him crazy with lust. He knew he should find a reason to beg off watching television. The problem was that he did not want to. Loran was just too enticing. He couldn't resist the slow tease. The only thing that changed was how far Loran let the reveal go before abruptly standing and going to bed. By now David had seen most of one breast and, joy of joys, her pussy, albeit with her legs closed. His nightly masturbation sessions seemed to only make him want more.
Neither of them knew that Stan was no longer absent mindedly rubbing the silk. He was beginning to enjoy using his wife to tease his friend. He relished in the slow reveal that illustrated his control. He liked the feeling of power it gave him. He had totally lost interest in his wife until David moved in. Now he could enjoy exposing her and by doing so, exert control over both David and Loran. It entertained him and thrilled him. He gave absolutely no shits about any consequences to his actions.
Stan didn't care about consequences because he didn't care that much about his wife. He had sex as often as he wanted during his travels. His assignations were exiting, and his wife wasn't. He didn't bother to touch her anymore, except to show his ownership. Stan had become a caricature composed of his worse traits. His inner weakness manifested as a constant need to dominate. The need to prove his power over other human beings masked the fact that inside he was just as weak as the rest of us.
The situation was a ticking time bomb. One that would inevitably explode. It was just a matter of time and circumstance as to how much damage it would do and who ultimately would be in the blast zone.
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With Stan away the evening format changed. As often as not David would play his guitar, write lyrics, and develop a new song. Loran was fascinated with the process and would often read while listening. The television was seldom turned on, unlike David and Loran.
Loran had bought several more night gowns, all of silk, and would wear them of an evening. It became their routine that after dinner Loran would change. David began to follow suite and would change into loose fitting shorts as an attempt to hide his near constant erection. They didn't work as he intended. Loran snuck looks as often as she could get away with it and she liked what she saw. She liked the fact that she turned him on, and she liked his size. She wanted to see his cock unencumbered by his shorts.
The sexual tension was palpable but Loran, nor David, forgot for a moment that she was married. Every time that David thought he couldn't stand it anymore, that he had to have her, he stopped himself. He'd had his chance years ago and never acted. Now it was too late.
Loran was more ambiguous. Her husband hadn't touched her in months, and it didn't look like that was going to change. In addition, the years had changed his personality and he normally wasn't pleasant to be around. He made her feel like unwanted property. Nevertheless, she had made a promise when she married Stan and she was an honorable person.
Their evenings evolved into variations of the slow tease. Sometimes Loran would sit cross legged on the couch as she read, letting her gown slide up. Other times she would bend forward in interest as David played and provide a view down her top. Other times she would lay back on the couch, her legs occasionally opening and closing, causing her gown to slide up.
Stan had been gone four days and Loran was reclining on the couch with a book. David sat in the recliner reading as well. Loran was slowly opening and closing her legs. Her gown had made its way up her legs until the hem was barely covering her mons. David had attempted to read the same paragraph for the last fifteen minutes as he glanced over the top of the book at Loran. He was painfully erect and couldn't contain the soft moan that escaped his lips when Loran slowly spread her legs. He could clearly see her pussy now. The labia were slightly spread open from the moisture her body was producing.
Loran heard the moan and smiled at David, "Is something wrong? You sound like you're in pain."
"You know what's wrong. You are making me crazy, and I don't know what to do."
Loran pretended confusion, "What do you mean David?"
David stood up facing Loran. Loran gasped at the obvious erection straining against his shorts. She couldn't take her eyes off it. She bit her lower lip, "Show it to me David. I need to see it. Please!"
David grasped the waistband of his shorts and peeled his shorts down. His erection stood firm as he looked at Loran. It pulsed and jerked in response to his arousal. Loran looked on in silence. In truth, his reveal had shocked her to her core. She had never been impressed that much with the male member. She like them well enough, but it was the whole package she normally found attractive. Suddenly she found her view changing. David's cock was beautiful, and she ached to touch it, to watch it cum.
David began to pull his shorts back up, "Uhm, I need to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow."
"David. Wait!
"You're going go masturbate, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Loran looked into David's eyes, "I want to watch."
David was torn. He felt guilty for the feelings he was having but the idea of masturbating in front of her had his cock pulsing in time with his heart. He let his shorts fall to the floor, "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, I want to see you cum."
"I hope you are sure because I don't know if I can stop once I start."
David began to slowly stroke his cock while taking in the vision that lay on the couch in front of him. Loran was fascinated by the man in front of her. Each stroke of his hand increased her own arousal. Her hand wandered down her stomach and below the hem of her gown. Her hand rested on her mons and her finger found its way to her clit. As David's hand pumped faster her finger rubbed harder and deeper. She pulled her gown off her shoulder revealing her breast and the hardened nipple.
Soon two fingers were working her clit and her other hand rubbed and pulled at her nipple. Her orgasm rose within her and washed over her taking her breath away. She lay on the couch trembling in the aftermath, her eyes totally focused on David as he rapidly approached his own orgasm. David realized he was close, but he had a problem, "Loran I'm going to cum! What do I do with it?"
Loren moved off the couch and stood in front of him, "Cum in my hands."
David aimed his cock at her cupped hands and groaned as his cock swelled. The first jet of cum shot out, hitting her hand and wrist. He continued to cum in her hands and onto her arms until the last drop slid slowly off his cockhead onto her fingertip. David staggered back and collapsed onto the recliner, completely spent.
Loran looked down at the hot cum in her hands. Without thought she raised her hands and licked. The act sent a shiver through her body. Confused by her response to his cum, she walked to the kitchen and washed her hands in the sink. While she washed her hands, David recovered enough to pull his shorts up his legs. He stood and finished pulling up his shorts. Loran's sudden departure left him feeling guilty and he turned to go to the spare room.
Loran's touch on his arm as he walked by the kitchen sent a shiver through him. He looked into her eyes; afraid he would see regret. She smiled up at him, "Thank you for sharing that with me David."
"Loran, you are very beautiful and if you weren't married, I would share much more than that."
"And I would share more with you David."
They lay in their separate beds thinking about the evening. David was torn between guilt and want and only managed to sleep after masturbating again. Thoughts of Loran laying on the couch masturbating, her beautiful body exposed to him ran through his head. Afterward he slept fitfully, his dreams full of her.
Loran was scared and excited. Scared because she was thinking more of David than her own husband. She was excited in anticipation of what could come next with David. She thought about his big, beautiful cock and played with herself until she orgasmed again. Afterward, it was a long time before she fell into a fitful sleep.
The days and evenings that followed were filled with nervous anticipation and guilt. The couple were much more circumspect about the slow tease. Loran didn't let her gown slide up and David used his guitar to shield his erection. It wasn't so much the guilt as it was the fear of what they might do if they continued their little show and tell sessions.
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During Stan's usual dinner diatribe about work he mentioned that there was a convention in town he needed to attend. His evenings would be tied up schmoozing clients, so he was going to stay in the hotel where the convention was held. David tried to let him know that he was playing gigs at the same hotel all weekend, but Stan was so busy dominating the conversation he never got the chance. By the time the dishes were put away it dropped from his mind.
Loran was a bundle of nerves when she pulled on the silk gown she had chosen for the evening. In a way she was relieved. If she were exposed this evening it would be Stan's doing and not hers. She could let it happen and only feel a little guilty. That little guilt didn't compare to the shear eroticism of being exposed to David, and his obvious reaction.
Tonight, when they settled in the living room David had a book with him. He made no pretense of watching television and was engrossed in his book when he saw movement on the couch. Stan had managed to slide Loran's gown up until David could clearly see her crotch. His hand was now on Loran's shoulder and his finger was under the strap. As David surreptitiously watched, Stan eased the band off her shoulder and down her arm. Loran remained passive while David grew a massive erection.
Stan teased the silk slowly downward, exposing Loran's upper breast. Her erect nipple was just covered by the silk. One more slight movement of the cloth would expose it. Loran wanted it exposed. She wanted to lay naked before David. Instead, she rose from the couch and went to bed. Shortly afterward David walked down the dark hall to his room.
As he passed the master bedroom, he noticed the door was open about a foot. His eyes were drawn to the light cast by the lamp on the nightstand. The light's soft glow highlighted Loran's naked body lying on the bed. David was instantly entranced, and he approached the door to get a better view.
Loran looked magnificent and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were caressing her body. Her hands ran over her breasts and erect nipples before gliding down her belly. She languidly spread her legs to give her hand room. She raised her knee and rolled her body slightly toward the door as her fingers played. David could see her clearly and his erection pressed painfully against the elastic of his waistband.
Giving no thought to the fact that Stan was just feet away watching television, David pulled the front of his shorts down and let his cock free. He began to stroke himself as he watched Loran play. Soon Loran was sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy while her other hand played her clit like a fiddle. Watching her build to climax was wildly erotic for David. His erection pulsed in time with his heart as he watched her. Suddenly her hips rose from the bed and thrust toward the door as her orgasm washed over her. David had to pull his shorts up and over his cock to contain the cum that began spurting from it.
Loran's eyes opened and she looked directly at David. She smiled up at him and he smiled back before turning and going to his room.
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Monday morning David met Loran at breakfast for their usual cup of coffee. During their morning talk David brought up his gig at the convention. "I'm playing every day this week somewhere at the hotel. Today, Tuesday, and Thursday I am playing guitar at the cocktail lounge. You know, background ambient music, just live. I don't do any singing and I will be back in a corner all unobtrusive and shit. It's not the kind of gig I usually go for, but the pay is good.
"Wednesday night I'm playing in the main lounge. It would be nice if you could come." David wanted his friend to see him play. Many of the songs he had written were about her, although her name was never mentioned. He realized that he was anxious as hell waiting for her response. It was immediate and enthusiastic.
"Of course, I will come! I can't wait!"
"My Friday show is for a private party, some executive thing on the penthouse level. The pay's pretty good and hopefully the tips will be good as well. Those things can go sideways in a hurry if the crowd is a bunch of assholes."
Loran laughed, "You mean people asking you to play Pink Floyd or something?"
"Yeh, like a guy playing a six string is going to do Pink Floyd tunes. Where is my church bell and alarm clocks? I must have left them in my other guitar case!"
The two friends very much enjoyed their morning coffee. Both left to start their day with a light feeling in their hearts. David cleaned Loran's house during the day while she went to work, practiced, and wrote his music.
That evening David arrived at the hotel and setup for his gig in the lounge. He'd been playing for less than an hour when Stan entered the lounge accompanied by a striking blonde. She was wearing a form fitting cocktail dress with six-inch stiletto heels. The dress was extremely short and left substantial cleavage exposed.
The couple sat at the bar and David watched stunned as Stan leaned in and kissed the blonde woman. They were constantly touching and caressing each other. Neither of them noticed David in his shadowed corner playing the background music. They only had eyes for each other.
The couple stayed long enough to have two drinks, their touching becoming more explicit as the minutes passed. David could sense that the Stan and the blonde would be leaving soon. He had been playing for more than an hour and decided to take his break. He pulled out his cell phone and took pictures of the couple.
When the couple left the lounge, he quietly followed at a discrete distance. He was not surprised when the couple got onto the elevator. He watched the numbers as the elevator rose and noted the floor the couple got off on. He knew the only thing on that floor were guest rooms. There were no conference rooms or hospitality rooms.
'Well shit!' David thought as he walked back to the lounge. David had a problem on his hands. There was no doubt in his mind that Stan was fucking the blonde woman. And from the way they acted in the lounge, it wasn't the first time. Loran was his friend, but at the same time he wanted much more than that. As her friend he felt he should tell her. He was torn though. What if her reaction was anger at him for tearing her marriage apart? What if she accused him of breaking up her marriage for selfish reasons? Would it be true?
He played the rest of his set on autopilot. He couldn't stop thinking about the situation and what he should do about it if anything. He wouldn't see Loran until morning. He resolved to decide before morning coffee.
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Tuesday morning a pensive David arrived in the kitchen for morning coffee. Loran could sense something was off. Her usually cheerful friend looked worried. There was definitely something on his mind, "David, something is bothering you. Please tell me what it is. Maybe I can help."
"Something happened last night, and I don't know what to do about it. Anything I do will hurt someone I care about."
"So, no matter what you do, someone is going to get hurt. In that case all you can do is tell the truth. If you hesitate too long, they will probably find out anyway and be upset that you didn't tell them."
David's frown deepened. He made his decision, "Loran I have to tell you something about Stan. I'm really sorry but I saw him in the lounge last night with a blonde woman. They were making out and eventually took the elevator to a floor that is only guest rooms. The way they were acting in the lounge makes me think that last night wasn't the first time for them either."
David pulled out his cell phone and showed Loran the pictures he had taken.
A tear ran down Loran's face, "That fucking bitch is his secretary! I wish I could say I am surprised. He hasn't touched me for months except when he is showing off his property. There have been lots of clues, but I just didn't want to believe he would cheat. To be honest I think he has been cheating for years. I just kept fooling myself into thinking that I was misreading the way he was acting."
David pulled her into his arms, and she held onto him tight as she cried. She cried hard for a few minutes. She cried over the lost years with a man who obviously didn't love her. She cried over the betrayal. Most of all she cried because she had missed the right man years ago. The man who had been her dear friend and could have been so much more.
She lifted her head from David's shoulder when her tears finally subsided and looked into his eyes. She leaned forward and kissed his lips. The touch was electric, and the light kiss turned into something more. Their mouths became hungry, and the kiss deepened. Soon their tongues made contact and began to dance. The kiss became intense with desire. Their lips finally parted and the look they shared was full of affection and want.
David looked deep into Loran's eyes," We have to get control of ourselves and be careful. You need to decide what you want to do before you and I go too far."
"I understand David. As much as I want to see what happens with you and I, I am still married. I don't need time to think about what I want. I don't suppose you would be willing to share your lawyer?"
"I would be happy to share my lawyer. I'll even go with you. It's something we need to make happen today if possible."
Loran found that it was in fact possible. When she left the lawyer's office the plan was in place. That evening when David started his set in the lounge Loran was sitting at the table nearest him. It didn't surprise David when Stan and the blonde appeared again. Like before their public display got feistier as they drank and again Stan took no notice of David playing just feet away. Nor did he notice his own wife watching him and taking pictures with her phone.
This time when the couple left Loran dialed a number on her phone and let it ring once before hanging up, alerting the private detective. The lawyer's private detective joined Stan and his secretary on the elevator. He got off on the same floor that they did but turned as if going the other direction down the hall. He turned and watched as soon as they walked away. When they stopped at their room, he noted their room number. He was all set.
Ten minutes later he approached the room and used his bypass key to access the room. They hadn't bothered with the deadbolt, and he eased the door open. The sounds coming from the room were more than enough to cover any noise he made. He turned the corner with the camera up and ready. With the press of a button the video recording began. He filmed for a moment then spoke, "Hey Stan!"
The response was immediate. Stan's head turned toward the voice, "Who the fuck are you? I'm gonna kick your ass!" Stan struggled to get out from under his secretary and off the bed. By the time he made it to the room door the investigator was gone. His secretary was still kneeling on the bed, her erect cock swinging.
The investigator met with them the next day. Loran's response to the video started with "Oh my god!" and ended with her laughing hysterically. Her lawyer assured her that he had all the evidence he needed. He also reminded her that revenge fucking was a bad idea. If she got caught fooling around all bets were off. They would be back to square one.
To be honest, Loran wasn't thinking about revenge. She realized that she could give a shit less about Stan and she hadn't for a long time. She wanted to make love to David because of David, not because of Stan. Her lawyer had just cock blocked her. She still couldn't have what she so desperately wanted.
When they got home from the lawyer's office David was supportive. He pointed out that they could probably get away with some friendly kissing. Then he kissed her, and she happily kissed him back.
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Wednesday evening Loran accompanied David to the hotel. While she sat and sipped wine, he played the first set. He started with Fun, danceable songs that got the crowd up and dancing. Loran danced as well and had a great time. During his break he sat with Loran. Just before starting the second set, he turned to Loran, "See if you can guess who I wrote these next songs for."
The second set was all the songs he had written about, and for her. When he finished her smile was brilliant and her eyes wet with tears. She knew who he had written them for. When he sat down, he leaned over and whispered into her ear, "I love you Loran."
"I know. Your songs told me. I love you too."
Loran had taken a couple of vacation days and didn't have to return to work until Monday. She sat through David's final set, and they drove home together. They were in each other's arms as soon as the front door was closed and locked.
Their lips met and the hunger they had for each other consumed them. Their tongues met nearly instantly. Their need for their bodies to touch overwhelmed them both. David released her lips long enough to kiss her face, then her neck. His teeth lightly nipping her neck on the way back up to her lips. The ferocity of their kiss blew any thought of her lawyer's warning out of their minds.
David began to unbutton her blouse and in response she reached for his belt. The fingers moved franticly in their quest to remove each other's clothing. The clothing that was keeping their hot skin from touching each other. Their lips had to separate long enough for each of them to take over the task of stripping their own clothes. They were nude in seconds.
This time their skin touched as the stood in the living room, body to body, deep into another kiss. Their hands ran over each other's bodies, touching and learning. David moved his head down and licked her nipple and she moaned in response. Her fingers were light as a feather against his stomach on their way downward. His moan matched her own as she grasped his erection and lightly stroked it.
He moved her to the couch, and she laid upon it. She looked up at him expectantly, wantonly, and he bent down to again take her nipple into his mouth. His tongue and lips kissed and licked downward. As his tongue began to lick her, he turned and put his knee on the arm of the couch so that his erection was near her head. He licked her clit sending shivers through her. Her hand found his erection and pulled it to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and licked his cockhead. His cock pulsed as she took him into her mouth.
What they had both found to be what they wanted most in this world was finally happening. The lovingly and lustily licked and sucked each other. The build to their first orgasm together was excruciating, their arousal beyond description.
The pounding on the front door brought it all to a screeching halt, "Loran, open up the damn door! You bitch! Open up right now!"
Loran's voice was low and intended for David's ears, "Fuck! Fuckity fuck fuck! What are we going to do?"
"First of all, don't open the door."
"Ha ha funny."
The couple quickly got off the couch and began to dress. The pounding continued until finally Loran went to the door. She stood in front of it, "I am not opening the door. Go back to your hotel room and your boy toy, or girl toy, or whatever you call her."
"You bitch! You can't divorce me. You belong to me, and this is my house! Let me in right now!"
"Nope. Not gonna happen mister. Now leave before I call the police."
Stan's pounding continued unabated, as did his diatribe. Loran finally had to call the police. The subsequent information gathering by the police and eventual arrest of Stan (he refused to leave) took them into the early morning hours. By the time everyone was gone Loran and David were exhausted. Their romantic moment was gone. They hugged each other for a while before going to their separate beds.
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David walked into the kitchen at 10:00 AM to find Loran anxiously waiting, her coffee cold and untouched. David didn't walk to the coffee pot. He walked directly to Loran, pulled her to her feet, and kissed her deeply. They stood in the kitchen and reignited the fire from the night before. David broke the kiss, took her hand, and walked her back to the guest bedroom. He pulled the silk nightgown up and off and stood frozen taking her in, "You are so beautiful, and I have wanted you for so long."
"Then take me. I'm yours if you want me. Please tell me you feel what I feel."
David gathered her in his arms and kissed her deeply. When their lips parted, he looked into her eyes, "I love you Loran."
"I love you too. Now take me to bed."
David removed his shorts and led Loran to the bed. The couple were entwined together as their lips and tongues met yet again. David's touch was deft as he caressed Loran's breasts. His mouth moved down her neck and to her breast before descending to her thighs and licking his way up. He had just begun to lick Loran's eager pussy when she spoke, "I want to suck your cock."
David turned around and laid back on the bed. Loran straddled his face and leaned forward. Her hand gripped his cock and pulled it into her mouth. She sucked him greedily as he paid homage to her sweet pussy. He couldn't get enough of her taste and his tongue caressed her onward to the ecstasy they both wanted. She began to shake, and her strokes of his cock became erratic. The erratic strokes brought him even closer to the edge.
Then they both were over the edge. Loran rubbed her pussy hard against his face as she began to orgasm. David couldn't hold off any longer and his cum began to spurt into her willing mouth. Their first orgasm together was magnificent. Loran laid on top of him, her cheek resting on his pelvis and his cock still in her mouth as she slowly sucked the last little bit from him. David tried to lick her pussy lovingly but she was too sensitive, and he had to stop.
A few minutes later David turned on the bed and laid next to Loran. They kissed deeply and held each other close. David was still achingly erect, and he moved between Loran's legs. He slowly slid deep within her, and they made love for the first time. Long languid strokes brought them higher and higher until languid wasn't good enough. He began to long stroke within her, faster and faster. Her legs locked around his hips pulling him deeper and her hips rose to meet his thrusts. Their cries of ecstasy were in sync as they orgasmed together.
They made love throughout the day and Loren accompanied him that evening to the hotel lounge. She sat quietly and watched her new love play. Perfectly happy in the moment.
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Friday, Loran was notified that Stan had been released from the local jail. Half an hour later he showed up at her door incensed that she wouldn't let him in. She called the police and they again arrested him. This time when he faced the judge, he would end up spending a lot more time in a cell.
That night Loran accompanied David to his private gig. Upper-level executives and their spouses filled the immense space. David didn't think they would care what he played, but he was playing for Loran, so he wasn't bothered. He started out with a ballad just to let folks know someone was playing music. After that he picked up the pace with something a little faster and more upbeat. He was shocked when people started moving out of the way so other folks could dance.
By the end of his first set most of the chatter had stopped. Everyone was listening to him play. By the end of the night his tips exceeded his salary for the night. He was asked to do two ovations before the crowd finally let him go. While he was packing up his gear several attendees approached him about playing for house parties. One executive promised that he would call a friend in Nashville. He thought David was good enough to play there. David didn't think much of it. He'd heard it all before.
Monday afternoon David received a call from the executive. David was given a contact and he called right away. He forwarded his music and within hours he was invited to Nashville for auditions. He found it almost impossible to leave Loran for an hour, let alone two days, but he went. He immediately got hired as a session musician. The money was many times better and it allowed him his nights to play his music.
One month later the two newly divorce lovers moved to Nashville. David never made it to superstar status, but he did make a good living doing what he loved. Loran bore him a set of twins, a boy and a girl. Their love lasted the remainder of their days.
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