A Dear Friend of the Family (for SlippedHalo)

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Rose
Age 28, Bachelor's in Elementary Education, Masters in English Lit.
She enjoys theatre, having been in some community productions recently before the birth of her youngest child, two years old. She has been married to Marcel Den Bosch, an IT specialist (nine years her senior) for eight years, and they have two children, a four year old son, named Arjen, and a two year old daughter, Kyra. They live in a sleepy village in the north in NL. She is originally from America but completed her education in London. They met Gerald, a professor who collaborated with Marcel on a project in England. She is interested in going to see all sorts of movies, she loves literature, the arts, loves to write, draw, and she plays piano and drums quite well.

Gerald, age 61. Ph.D. in Anthropology, Full Professor at Manchester University, Visiting Professor, University of Groningen, 2009-2010.
A generalist in Anthropology, he earned his degrees in American Universities before taking a tenured position in the U.K. He first became acquainted with Rose when her husband took a contract to develop interactive distance education programming for Manchester University. The two men became friends, and their families visited often, exchanging dinners and even sharing a summer rental in the Tuscan Hills. Though Rose and her family have relocated to the Netherlands, the two couples still get together when possible. Gerald and his wife particularly enjoy the opportunity to see their friend’s two children, and Gerald is always eager to see Rose, finding in her a kindred, though younger, spirit and intellect. Gerald’s wife has never been particularly affectionate, however, and lately they have grown more distant. In fact, Gerald accepted the offer at Groningen to ease the separation and to be closer to Rose.

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Gerald had a few days free from lecturing, and decided to visit Rose and her husband. He smiled to himself at the thought of seeing her again, at the thought of seeing her often, now that he was lecturing little more than an hour from her home. He looked forward to seeing her husband as well; they had been great friends from when they first met, but, still, it was Rose who invariably brightened even his darkest day.

She greeted him at the door, a quick hug and a little kiss, and he had her step back so he could look at her. He held her hand up over her head as she twirled around for him to see. Her light cotton dress swirled as she turned, clinging to, and then sliding from, all the curves of her lithe body. He smiled broadly back at her smile, and kissed her again as she invited him in and led him through the door.

He sat in the parlour while Rose went to make coffee. The two children were there, and they interrupted their play to climb on “Uncle Gerald’s” lap. He hugged them and then retrieved a little gift for each of them from his pocket.

He and Rose talked the whole afternoon, their conversation punctuated by demands and observations from the kids, and all the while Gerald just kept feeling more and more happy. When her husband came home from work, there was another round of greetings, and Rose excused herself to make dinner.

“I’ll have no such thing,” Gerald said sternly, “It’s dinner out tonight. My treat. Let’s go to a place you and the children all like.”

Out they went for an enjoyable, if somewhat hectic, dinner. The children were a handful, but Gerald always delighted in their antics. Back home then, and, with the children bathed, storied, and off to sleep, the adults conversation became a bit more serious.

Both Rose and her husband were solicitous of Gerald’s well-being, of how he was coping living on his own, with neither wife nor companion.

“It’s not so bad on the physical side,” he confided, “after all, this is the Netherlands, and it’s easy to hire someone for a bit of sex.”

“But the companionship,” he went on, “that’s another story. I do miss having a woman to share my interest and ideas, with interesting ideas of her own. A woman to lay with and talk while we feel the comfort of each other’s bodies.”

His comments set the stage for what he would say next.

“A woman like Rose,” he said emphatically as he looked at her husband, “You know how I enjoy her company.” He turned towards Rose and added, “And I think that you enjoy your time with me as well.”

“And so...,” he said, pausing briefly, “I have a proposition for you, Rose. With your husband’s agreement, of course.”

“I’d like to spend one weekend a month with you, and just you. At my house or away, Friday evening until Sunday night. Just for companionship. We’d spend the time as a couple, and even sleep together, but no sex unless you want to. I’d pay all expenses, of course, and give you 1,500 Euros for yourself each month. I’d also like a full week once a year, a vacation, if you will, and we’d travel under the same conditions. For that, my gift would be 5000 Euros. And, yes, I know I could make this offer to someone else, but, truth be told, there’s no one’s company I’d like better than Rose’s.”

Gerald stood as he finished outlining his proposition, and said, “I’ll go for a bit of a walk now to give you two some time to discuss it in private. I won’t be offended if you decline, and I sincerely hope my making the offer won’t have a bad effect on our relationship. And take your time to think about, if you need to; just please give me an answer by the time I return for home.”

“I’ll be back in about an hour,” he announced as he went out the door.

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Rose was speechless at the turn of the discussion and the proposition put before them. She looked to Marcel for any indication as to how he was taking this. He seemed as stunned as she, but she wondered if he would really be this calm once Gerald left the room.

After he was gone she moved to sit closer to her husband. She said nothing. He said nothing for several minutes and finally all he said was, "Wow."

Rose raised an eyebrow, "Wow?"

"Wow...I had no idea...I mean, no, I saw the way he looks at you. I always knew he fancies you but...wow."

"What do you think?" asked Rose. "I know in hypothetical we had discussed an open marriage before but niether of us has ever excercised the option. Would this be too wierd for you if I were to take the offer?"

"Are you sure you wouldn't feel...sold?" asked Marcel. "The extra income would certainly be helpful but not if it makes you feel...cheap somehow."

"You wouldn't mind?" Rose was still surprised at how well Marcel was taking this.

He shook his head, kissed the top of her head gently and replied, "I know you're mine. You are the mother of my children. You keep my house. You have my name. You are my woman. But, he...he's a good friend, and he's all alone...and he loves you. I can see that. I know he'll treat you well. I have less to worry about if you do this with him than with some stranger. Don't I?"

Rose nodded, "Yes. True. I am and will always be your wife, I promise you that." She kissed his lips. "If you think you could handle it. I think I would like to try this."

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It was not even an awkward phone call to contact Gerald through his mobile phone to tell him he could return so they could finish talking.

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Gerald had second thoughts about his offer as he walked; he wouldn’t want to lose their friendship over it, or cause trouble between them. He knew they could use more money, so he could have made his offer so generous that they would find it hard to refuse. He didn’t want them to feel at all coerced, and he kept his proposal at a level that would be valuable, but not overwhelming. Still he worried.

He worried also that he might have offended one or both of these dear friends. He was sure they knew how he felt about Rose, so he didn’t expect that his proposal to spend time with her would shock them; he did worry that they might see the offer of money as turning her into a prostitute. That was why he made sure sex wasn’t an expected part of the arrangement.

Sex. Yes. He did find Rose appealing, and as he walked his mind fell into a reverie, a little dream of an evening with Rose after a day of museum-hopping. He imagined them talking about the day as they sipped a night-cap, and then turning in for the night. She’d lean over to him for a good-night kiss and she’d get carried away, pressing her lips firmly and hotly to his. Her breast would be pushed against his side, its hard pebble of a nipple imprinting itself in his flesh. His lips would respond, pressing back against hers, prying hers open, finding their tongues meeting in the middle, twisting and twirling in...

His reverie was brought to an abrupt end by the ring tone of his cell phone. It was Rose, saying he should come back. They’d agreed to his proposal, and their were a few points they wanted clarified.

Gerald’s heart leapt in joy. The prospect of such time alone with Rose, under any circumstances, thrilled him, and this, to have her be his companion alone for a weekend a month, a week a year left him gasping for breath. He almost ran back to the house, a broad smile on his lips.

“Thank you, thank you,” he said happily and gratefully as he entered the house, “you’ve made this old prof unbelievably happy. Now, what details do we need to resolve?”

Gerald had few other commitments outside his professorial duties, even the faculty dinner parties tended to be on weekdays. He agreed that she would be the one to set which weekends she would spend with him; if there were a conflict, they work it out then. The same for the week vacation, as long as it was during the summer break when Gerald was completely free. He’d choose the places they’d go and the things they’d do, with her approval, of course. And so it was decided.

Gerald shook hands with Marcel and kissed Rose warmly on the cheek. Then the three friends poured another drink and toasted this new aspect to their relationship. For tomorrow, while Marcel was at work, Gerald and Rose would take Arjen and Kyra out to the park. They’d all have dinner together again, and, in the evening, Rose would consult with Marcel to decide which weekend would be her first with Gerald.

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Rose had never been nervous when dressing for any occasion before, except perhaps her prom when she was a teenager. But, now, even just preparing for an outing with the children to the park seemed packed with new meaning as she realized it would mean she and Gerald would spend their first time talking relatively alone together since the striking of their deal. She decided not to make too big a deal of things and wore something she would normally have put on for a day at the park anyway. Her long, red hair was swept up from her face into a ponytail which bounced as she walked around in her easy cotton summer dress. She put on her sandals and didn't worry about the way she looked thinking that Gerald would have to get just as much accustomed to spending time with casual Rose as he would with formal eveningwear Rose.

She was just finishing cleaning up the kid's from their lunch when the doorbell rang and she sent Arjen to check if it was Gerald and let him in.

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“It is! It is!” yelled Arjen as he opened the door, and Gerald picked him up for a hug hello. Kyra came running, too, and had her hug.

Out the door, then, and off to the park. It was a special day for the kids, so the neighborhood park was out of the question. They all piled into Rose’s car, and she drove a few kilometers to a big park, one with a carousel as well.

The carousel was first, of course. Rose and Gerald rode with the kids, helping them keep their balance on the painted ponies as they went up and down and around and around. There was no school, and the park was somewhat crowded with young children and their mothers, and, occasionally, fathers, slightly older children on their own, and small groups of teenagers. All in all, it lent a festive air to the park, and when the carousel ride ended, Arjen and Kyra were bubbling over with delight as they ran to the playground.

Rose and Gerald helped the kids with the teeter-totters and swings, and even joined them on some of the equipment. Gerald was enjoying himself fully, and he noticed that Rose seemed just as delighted. The children cried out for some cotton candy, and Rose and Gerald strolled after them, arm-in-arm, to the snack stand. Rose and the kids stood back as Gerald bought them their treats, and as he turned towards them, he saw Rose, her body silhouetted by the sun shining through her light cotton dress and her red ponytail flaming in the sun’s highlights.

“God! She’s so beautiful,” he said to himself, and became aware that others had the same thought. Some teenage boys stood to the side, their jaws agape at the sight of the red-haired beauty. Gerald’s first thought was to chase them away, but that would draw attention to the situation. And then he laughed to himself as he realized he almost chastised them for doing exactly what he himself was doing. And they weren’t the only ones. The few fathers who were there also had their eyes on Rose, much to their wives’ annoyance. Gerald also noticed the wives looking at him, and he realized that he and Rose presented a bit of a puzzle: just what was their relationship? Was he a grandfather or older uncle to the kids? Kyra and Arjen certainly treated him like that. Or was he her husband? It seemed as if it could be, given how easily they strolled side-by-side, laughing and touching each other. Gerald commented to Rose about it, and they laughed together over the possible confusion.

The delightful afternoon finally came to an end as Arjen slowed down and began to yawn. By that time, Kyra had already drifted off for a nap on Gerald’s lap, and he picked her up and headed back to the car with Rose. With the children safely in their seats, the two friends made their way back to the house and a bit of rest before dinner and decisions.

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All in all it had been a typical comfortable day with Gerald. Rose found herself wondering what she'd been so nervous about in the first place. Did she really think their new arrangement would change anything? She realized it would only perhaps change things a little after their first sexual encounter and even then she expected they were both mature enough to be able to move past any awkwardness and get on normally since they genuinely enjoyed each other's company regardless of sex.

Rose hadn't admitted it to anyone but she had been thinking more and more about the possibility of sex with Gerald and it excited her more than she would have thought. Mostly, it was the curiosity. She had very limited actual experience and Marcel and she were both adventurous but she'd only ever had intercourse with him and before him had only been kind of serious with one other boyfriend. Though things had gotten sexual with Eric in other ways they'd never actually had intercourse. It led her to a definite curiosity about what she could be missing out on. What would it feel like to have another man's cock inside her? It was a secret question she had asked herself time and again. Even despite their theoretical discussions about being willing to share one another they'd never actually been in a position to put their curiosity about others to use before. They'd been monogamous even despite their cravings and permission to one another to have such cravings fulfilled. Now, she would get an opportunity to guiltlessly find out. It was tantalizing. Gerald was so very different from Marcel Rose realized it would be as much of a departure from her everyday fare as she could manage. She felt quite fortunate for this opportunity and secretly vowed she would not waste it.

Dinner was a simple affair. They had ordered pizza. Once the kids were put to bed it was back to adult time and adult conversation ensued. Marcel wanted to know what Gerald wanted to do on his first date with Rose. Rose was consulting a calender. "This weekend is the only one this month where we don't have a birthday party or some lesson for the kids." she announced, pointing to the calender filled with various written family appointments in her own handwriting.

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“What I want to do or what I plan to do?” joked Gerald.

Marcel laughed and responded, “Ok, what you plan to do.”

“Nothing elaborate or exotic, I’m afraid,” continued Gerald; “just a little trip to Utrecht for our first outing. There’s some paintings I like to see at the museum.”

He looked at Rose as he spoke, knowing she’d suspect which painters he had in mind. They often had discussed sensuality and sexuality in art, and the Dutch Baroque offered a good deal of both.

“I thought we would take the train there and then depend on bicycles to get around. Some long walks would be nice as well,” he concluded.

Walks with Rose had always been a delight for Gerald; a slow stroll through park lanes or down quiet streets made for intimate conversation. Not intimate in a sexual sense, though, but in a very personal sense. Rose always put her arm in his as they walked, sometimes resting her head against his arm as their steps fell into synchrony, and her physical contact enhanced the intimacy of their talk.

As they sat at the table, he imagined his weekend with her, pictured themselves strolling through the museum galleries, pausing to study and comment of this painting or that, walking down the streets and stopping at a little bistro for a drink or a coffee and more conversation, a dinner to end the day, and to the hotel to shower and then lay together in bed, snuggled in each other’s warmth. It would be delightful, he thought, even without sex, but, if Rose was interested, it would be paradise for Gerald.

And Rose’s announcement that it would have to be this weekend gave his imagination a reality that filled him with anticipation.

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Friday was a day of quiet contemplation for Rose as she planned for her weekend with Gerald, which would start that evening. It had been agreed upon that they'd have dinner together so he was going to be picking her up between 4 and 5 in the afternoon to allow time to get to Utrecht. The morning was full of appointments, Dutch PTA, then a bit of grocery shopping and banking and lunch with her two other housewife friends, Janel and Anna (niether of which would ever understand the open marriage arrangement nor this thing with Gerald so she kept it to herself and happily talked about children, clothes, weather, and the economy). She spent the majority of her afternoon making sure the house would be ready for a weekend without her there to clean and organize it and had pre-made the evening's meal, figuring Marcel could take the kids out or figure something out himself on saturday and sunday. She then packed herself a bag, making sure to include her favorite, emerald green dress and her favorite pieces of lingerie, no huisvrouw panties and industrial bras this weekend! Once everything even down to her toothbrush and shoes for every possibility were packed Rose heard Marcel coming home with the kids.

She kissed him with a new urgency. This would be their last couple of hours together for days! It was a sort of rush and yet still a little intimidating all at once. They agreed to settle the kids down with a snack and a Disney film as they headed upstairs for a little couple's time. A very urgent and loving farewell suck&fuck before a very loving and intimate shower together. Marcel kissed the back of her neck and smiled at her in the mirror as she dressed and did her hair and make-up. The doorbell rang. It was half past four. Smiling at the butterfly sensation akin to an actress's stagefright, Rose nodded to herself in the mirror. She knew she looked as stunning as she could without being fake. Her date had arrived and was talking to her family. It was time to start her new double life as Gerald's courtesan.

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Her date had arrived and was talking to her family. It was time to start her new double life as Gerald's courtesan.

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As Rose descended the stairs, Gerald’s eyes opened as wide as a teenager’s seeing his date for prom night. He had always been taken by Rose’s beauty, but this afternoon she was absolutely stunning. He couldn’t help but stammer as he spoke.

“Rose...I...er...,” he fumbled, “you...you’re so beautiful! I don’t know if I’ll be able to bring you back home.”

Marcel saw the worried look on the children’s faces. “It’s ok kids,” he reassured them as he laughed; “Uncle Gerald’s only joking.”

“That’s right,” said Gerald as he regained a bit of his composure, “I’ll have Mommy home right on time.”

A quick hug and kiss goodbye between Gerald and the children, and a bit longer for Rose and Arjen and Kyra, a farewell to Marcel, and the new couple was on their way.

Gerald parked in the long-term area and carried their weekend bags to the train station. On the train for Utrecht, then, and into their compartment. They settled in comfortably for the ride; the train would make a few other stops and the trip would be about an hour for them. He held Rose’s arm in his as they sat, and he nearly glowed with pleasure at the touch of her against him and the thought of the weekend ahead. On the way they chatted about what they’d do and when, and then, when they arrived in town, hired a cab to bring them to their lodgings.

Gerald had booked a suite at the Grand Hotel Karol V, and they planned to enjoy the grounds and gardens as much as the rooms. They laughed as the desk clerk recorded them as “Mr. & Mrs.,” realizing that he had noticed Rose’s wedding ring.

Up to the suite, then, still arm-in-arm, and a warm, friendly kiss as they closed the door behind them. They freshened up, and Gerald led them to the hotel bar for a drink.

“It feels so natural being with her.” Gerald thought to himself, “so pleasurable, too.” After their second drink, he suggested they take a stroll over the lovely grounds before dressing for dinner.

Arm-in-arm still as they walked; Gerald loved having her close to him, and she seemed to enjoy it just as much. Down the path, by the fountain, around the tulip garden, and they found themselves in the arbor. Alone and out of sight of the roadway, Gerald indulged a long-held desire. He took Rose’s hands in his and brought them around her back, drawing her body to his. He looked deep and longingly into her eyes and then closed his eyes as he brought his lips to hers for a kiss. Lightly, at first, but then more firmly, holding his tight to hers and feeling the trembling of each of their lips. He wanted more, but rather than risk pressing things further than Rose might like, he merely held the kiss, waiting for her reaction.

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Rose was already enjoying the day but a certain flutter of nerves came to life in her belly everytime Gerald touched her at all. She was pleasantly surprised as he pulled her in close and bent to kiss her. This is the moment she'd been waiting for and thinking about all day. It had arrived at last! She stood on tiptoe to press herself even closer to Gerald, melting into the embrace and parting her lips to let her tongue taste the small opening between his.

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Encouraged by the slight parting of her lips, Gerald pressed his kisss more insistently. His tongue slid out tentatively to meet hers and then stroked along the length of her lips, taking a full taste of the desire that was in them.

He drew her even closer to him, then, holding her tight to feel the heat of her flesh, the press of her breasts against his ribs. Her scent filled the air, joining with the fragrances of the garden and arbor, and the soft sighs from deep within his precious Rose merged seamlessly with the wind rustling through the leaves.

He opened his eyes as they kissed, gazing on the visible details of her face, of her lightly shadowed eyelids, and he spied as well a gingko tree a few steps away. A broad and ancient branch grew horizontally from hear its base before turning upward to the sun.

Gerald slowly slipped his hands and arms down her back until he found the back of her thighs. Up, then, lifting her dress and cupping her cheeks in his hands. He lifted her, then, and still holding the kiss, carried her over to the branch. It's worn upper surface stood even with his groin, and he sat Rose on it as he stepped between her legs. With her thighs parted, he moved closer, pressing the bulge in his pants against her silk-covered mound. Only three layers of cloth seperated them now.

Still holding her cheeks to balance her on the smooth bark of the branch, he drove his kiss deeper, thrusting hi tongue between her lips to taste her, to find her tongue, and dance with it.

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As he lifted her and rested her against the tree Rose felt surprised at this burst of ingenieuity and initiative toward more than just a kiss but shewent with it. After all, she was enjoying herself and was here for his pleasure, right? she thought to herself, relaxign against him as their kiss deepened further, his hardness pressed against her core, heated liquid already pooling there from her newly aroused state which she wondered if he sensed.

She wrapped her leg around his waist, pulling his body closer as she ground against his erection through the fabric of their clothing. A slight moan escaped her and he seemed to pull it from her as his tongue massaged hers'.
God, this is so hot! Rose mused to herself, finding herself more pleased she'd made this deal with him by the second.

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Gerald’s heart was beating wildly as Rose returned his kiss and drew him even tighter against her flaming body. Her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, he let go of her ass and quickly undid his belt, dropping his slacks to the ground. A quick flick of his wrist, and his cock sprung free of his boxers, swollen and dripping with his excitement.

His kiss grew wilder as his trembling organ pressed against her mound, adding his moisture to the wet spot already growing there. He held her by her cheeks again, squeezing and kneading each as he pulled her hips towards him. The silk of her thong yielded to the force of his glans, slipping between her labia with his cock.

Gerald began to thrust, raising and lowering his hips with each stoke so his cock rubbed up and down Rose’s furrow. The smoothness of the silk as it was twisted and pulled between penis and clitoris intensified the sensation for both of them, and Gerald’s moans of pleasure would have reverberated throughout the arbor had Rose’s own lips not muffled his. On the downstroke his cock pressed insistently at her entrance, forcing its head into her. The silk thong enshrouded him, holding him from driving deeper, leaving him in a confusion of pleasure and pain as he thrust harder, stretching Rose’s hole with every thrust and massaging her with the smooth, wet silk. Again and again he drove into her, blindly, wildly, testing the strength of the silk.

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Rose was slick from want already and as Gerald pushed harder and mosre insistently with his manhood against the thin barrier of silk separating his flesh from her's it wasn't long before they both heard the tear and she gasped as his cock punctured her panties and made it's way into the warm, tight wetness of her waiting slit. As he filled her she shivered and moaned, holding him tightly as the eroticism of the moment and the anticipation finally resolved already gave her a very powerful orgasm.

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OOC: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....waiting for my prince to come...