Trouble ... and strife....

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Not sure if this will work... trying something new.
I started this type of character in a thread some time ago, but it never took off.

I thought it might be fun to play a real "bitch" for a change! ::laffs::

Background is explained pretty much in my first IC, but it could go any way.

Please PM me before joining with your character and a brief idea of where you'd like to take this, so I can keep tabs on the plot.

Necessary characters:

Wife - a player who is out for herself - Myself (DM)
Husband - at this point presumeably still in love with his wife, but... how he continues is up to the character

Possible characters:

Greg - present lover
Tricia - Greg's wife - Guild Chairwoman.

Chair secretary and her husband.
Any host of ex-lovers

Family of the "happy couple"
Guild members and their husbands ...

This could be a 1 on 1 or wide open for numerous characters.
Story line could go anywhere, but she's been caling the shots for so long, something is bound to give... soon....

Let me know if this sparks any interest!

DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

IC: Geraldine (Gina) Adams

OOC:

Name: Geraldine Adams

Age: 35

Marital status: Married, but "no ties!"

Appearance: 5 ft 7 – slim thighs, small waist, pert breasts, hips – fit physique.

Eyes: dark brown – long lashed, usually cold, but can smoulder with hate or passion.

Hair: deep chestnut red/brown, long thick.
Often worn in a formal chignon or tied up when attending more formal functions.

Job: Wife – substantial income from husband’s stipend.

Society wife – hosts dinners, public face about town.
Involvement in the local women’s guild – supporting local talent, local charities and promoting the role of women generally.

Character: Her image is that of rich wellborn, proper, clean living “Lady” about town.
The reality is quite the opposite.

IC:

Gina smoothed her skirt as she stopped the car outside her house.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror and smirked.
Her makeup looked just a bit smudged, her hair, slightly mussed at the back, both appeared an oversight, but nothing was accidental where Gina Adams was concerned.
She was a calculated schemer.

It was not out of the goodness of her heart that she had joined the Women’s Guild. It looked good and added to her lady-about-town image, but more to the point it gave her connections with some of the most influential women in the town.

Not that Gina cared about influence. She had married well. She grimaced. Not “well” but usefully.
Her husband had brought her money and social standing, yet he had been a dire disappointment to her.

His eagerness to please, his adoration had been so … sweet at first: Like a puppy with a new toy. But all too soon, Gina had tired of it. She was fed up of the façade. Their marriage was a diplomatic merger of two families and she got on well with his parents as he did with hers.
Why did he have to complicate matters and expect more?

She sat her hand hovering over the ignition key remembering how it had almost been a game at first, just to see how far she could push him, how much she could get away with.
But he hadn’t crumbled.
Slowly she had realised that he would never challenge her behaviour, firstly because he loved her, and then, later, when she had tormented him for long enough, because his dear family would never contemplate a divorce sullying their family tree.

He’d let her use him.

With every step she took, every comment or action her husband allowed her to get away with, her respect for him diminished.
He was so spineless, all he did was tiptoe around her, trying to keep her happy.
Though God knew why?
Did he think that in some strange way that his uncomplaining acceptance of her antics would win her back?
He was just too pathetic.

Gina pulled the key out, irritated that she was wasting so much consideration on the man she had married what seemed like many years ago. She slid out of the car, locked the door and stretched focusing her mind on happier things.

She’d had one hell of an afternoon.
God she had fucked for hours.
Greg was one of the best yet: strong, virile, forceful.
She loved that in a man. All too often the guys she’d seduced had terrible wife-complexes… if you’re going to do it why waste energy on pointless guilt!
She hated that.
Hated weakness in a man.
Greg..mmm.. she smiled.
He had a fuck-and-be-damned attitude.
She grinned as she thought of her “sisters” – her fellow Guild members who would be sat round in deep discussion, planning the weekend's event, and all the time she was screwing the chairwoman’s husband.

She almost laughed. “charity begins at home” she whispered to herself. She did her dues and worked really hard to further the work of the Guild, but she knew that at these “events” she always looked her best and when the ladies brought their husbands along, Gina was very quick to spot a wondering eye and a hardened cock.
She was very circumspect and polite, but knew the tricks well.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she reeled them in.
Greg had been six months tactical work.
She’d done a timely ditching of the secretary’s husband last month and after two long excruciating weeks of none-guild-husband-sex she’d finally landed him.
For two weeks now they’d been at it.
She had claimed that a “personal” charity project was keeping her away from meetings.. so while Tricia was organising and working at meetings and focusing on organising the fete which would take place the following weekend, her husband and Gina were swinging from the chandeliers at every available opportunity.

She smirked as she put her key in the lock.
That Saturday all the ladies would see the fruition of their handiwork. As usual Gina would be accompanied by her dutiful husband – ever the respectable couple just as Greg would accompany Tricia.
MMmm Gina relished the challenge, wondering if they would manage a quickie during the event or if they would merely circle each other giving the odd meaningful look.

She frowned as she thought she heard her husband in the hall.
Was he coming to welcome her home? Well all the better!
He must know what she’d been doing!
She took more and more risks and still he said nothing...
Anyone with eyes could see what she'd been up to that afternoon.
... and what an afternoon... she could barely walk now.... she really needed a nice hot bath...

Gina turned the key, opened the door, a lascivious smile still playing on her face as she recalled the antics of that afternoon ...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Thanks for your feedback to date folks.... will post a cast list when we're ready to start this thread proper... meanwhile...
don't be shy folks!
PMs with ideas, suggestions and offers - ( of all sorts!!!) - welcomed!!

::smiles::

The possibilites here are endless.... jump on board!

{{{huggs}}}
DM x

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

* bump *

Hey!!

A gal's entitled to a celebratory bump once she's hit her 1000th!

Whhoohoooo!!!

Anyone want to help me on my way to 2000??

::ggls::
DM x

 

[prometheus 2]

hey girl it's afternooner alias prometheus 2

congrats are in order for your 1000 and I like your thread idea. 'trouble and strife' and picture of Gina would like to join looks like mostly oxygen has filled the Dr. role quite well in presumed guilty so if yu have room for me in trouble and strife let me know what roles are open and who the other players are. I am coming back to threads this week as Prometheus 2 until I can find out how to get aftenooner back lol so you have to pm me there or advise me here.

I'm looking forward to resuming role playing with you again

nooner

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

OOC:

Apologies to all... it's been a busy week in my reality!

Still sorting out characters.

Are there any girls out there who would like to play Tricia or her daughter..?

The outline of this is getting clearer.. will post a cast list when we're ready to start.

If you want to join please PM your character idea, to check it fits, rather than just jumping in...

Thanks...
{{{huggs}}]

DM x


(Nooner.. will be in touch with you soon hun! ... would love to write with you again! Mari x )

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Cast List:

Geraldine (Gina) Adams - DeliciousMaiden
Hugh Adams (husband) - Ozme52
Greg (Present lover) - afternooner aka Prometheus 2

Possible ex-lover - to be confirmed


I believe my husband is due to be the first to post....


Hope you all enjoy!

Any other players, please PM me characters and ideas... other females welcome! ( no bi-story lines for me though thank! )

{{{huggs}}}
DM x

 

[ozme52]

Hugh Adams

OOC:

Name: Hugh Jonathan Adams

Age: 40

Marital status: Married

Appearance: 5 ft 11 – rugged looking.

Eyes: brown – capable of an icy stare, known to break down the toughest negotiator.

Hair: brown – always trimmed neatly.

Job: Currency arbitrageur.

Considered one of the bastions of the local society.
A contributor to many local and national charities
A benefactor to the local women’s guild

Character: At work, a ruthless businessman, a take no prisoners attitude. He leaves all that at the office. As a boy, he saw how much his father’s indifference hurt his mother. He’s always kept that part of himself in check and away from Gina.

IC:

I was sitting in my den, reviewing research papers on emergent South American economic trends, when I heard the car drive up.

‘Gina, late again.’ I put down the papers and went to greet her. I looked out one of the front windows and watched her just getting out of her car. I felt my jaw clench in anger as she walked up the steps, not her usual lithe step, but an almost accentuated walk, like her hips had been sprung. I’d seen it before and as before, I felt the rage rise.

It was getting ever more difficult, but the image of my father verbally abusing my mother made me bite my tongue once again. I put my best smile on and opened the door. Gina lost her balance, her hand already on the knob when I pulled it open. I caught her mid-stumble and was about to say hello when I got a good close up look and a good close of whiff.

I knew this was for my “benefit.” Gina, usually so fastidious, if she were trying to hide it, I’d have never known. But she flaunted it to my face. Her hair was put up as if in a hurry, as was her make-up. A grin on her face, like the cat that ate the canary, only I’d bet it wasn’t a canary Gina had eaten. But the worst of it was what assailed my nose. A mixture of her perfume, Brut, and sex. BRUT! My god, who is she seeing, the pool man? Or worse, the neighbors pool man!

I didn’t know what to say for fear that if I’d said anything; I’d lose all control. So I said nothing. Once again, I’d said nothing. Feeling the fool again.

Gina smirked at me, straightened herself, pecked me on the cheek, long enough no doubt to ensure I got a good whiff, if I hadn’t already. I even thought I heard her chuckle as she went up the stairs, taking off her shoes as she ascended, looking down at me over her shoulder.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine (Gina) Adams

Gina righted herself as she almost fell through the door.

”Hugh!….

The presence of her husband surprised her, but did not unduly concern her.
All to often he hid himself away in the den and barely acknowledged her late return.

Stepping past him, Gina Hugh him to close the door behind her.
She regained her balance fully and turned to face him, smoothing her skirt, slowly outlining her curvy thighs.

The door was now closed.
Gina’s eyes locked with Hugh’s as he stood with his back against the wood.
Gina knew that he must realise what she’d been doing.
Hell she’d meant him to, but yet again he said not a word.
She could tell that he was making an effort to keep his face impassive.
Gina smirked.
Hugh looked like a pup who was just asking to be kicked.
He just couldn’t be provoked into action!

Moving forward, Gina pressed a kiss onto his cheek.
She made sure she rubbed up against him, teasing him with her breasts.
She let them graze his chest.
She loved allowing herself to brush up close to him.
Plaguing him was all too easy!
She could barely hold back a laugh as she deliberately bent over, offering him a good view of her well rounded ass, the short skirt riding up over milky thighs, stocking tops just showing.
The gesture was casual, a necessity in order that she could remove her shoes, but she knew that he would glimpse the lingerie she had been wearing, which would convince him, if further proof were necessary, that she was once more fucking around!

Shoes in hand, she sauntered up the stairs, calling back to him as she did so.

”I need a bath, darling… bring me up a drink up would you…?”

She knew he would know to bring her up a dry white wine or dry martini, without her specifying further.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Gina glanced casually downwards.
She did not even register that her husband was still stood at the door, his eyes fixed on her.

”I’ve had such a … hard… afternoon… “

Gina could not resist adding.
Her giggle swept down to him as she turned the corner and headed towards the bathroom…

 

[ozme52]

Hugh

This is ridiculous. Watching Gina’s antics going up the stairs. I wouldn’t put up with this shit at work. Enough is enough! But what to do? I still love her. I think Gina still loves me, despite her affairs and apparent disregard for my feelings.

Somehow, I have to let her know she’s reached the end of her rope and that I’m about to reel her back in. ’A hard afternoon! Damn her. I’ll start showing her hard! I’ll make it so difficult for her to continue this game…… but what would really affect her. What’s really important to her? And then I have it!

And I know just how to start. I head to the kitchen, to make a couple of drinks.

As I pass through the bedroom I kick off my shoes. In the bathroom, there’s Gina, lying in the tub, steam and bubbles. It’s like a scene out of a movie. Gina’s eyes open as I approach, there’s that smirk again.

I step into the tub and sit on the edge. Socks and pants soak through to just below my knee. Gina’s eyes grow wide for a moment and the smirk returns. I take a sip of my martini. Gina’s surprise shows through as I hand her the glass of red wine, and again as she realizes it’s a sweet ruby port, and not an especially good one at that!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine (Gina) Adams

Gina walked into the bathroom and without bothering to close the door slipped out of her skirt. She turned on the taps and poured a generous amount of foaming bath oil into the hot water, which soon built up.
Slipping out of her shoes, stockings, bra and panties, she turned off the tap and closed her eyes as she sank thankfully into the hot steaming water, enjoying its heat as it closed about her body.

All too quickly, the sound of her Hugh coming up the stairs, disturbed her tranquillity and made Gina open her eyes.
She glanced down at the pile of discarded underwear and grinned.
Let him make of that what he wanted!
She watched as Hugh came into the bathroom.
She waited to see him notice the soiled garments.

Her eyes widen in surprise as Hugh walked forward, two drinks in his hands.
He did not reach to hand her glass to her, but swung his feet over and let them fall into the tub, his feet gradually swallowed up into the bubbles as he sat on the edge, his eyes fixed on Gina.
Looking him up and down, Gina wondered incredulously what kind of game Hugh was playing and speculated as to whether he was finally cracking up.

Gina decided not to merit his bizarre behaviour with a comment.
Acting as if everything is normal, Gina extended her hand to take the martini he still held.
Her hand froze and her eyes hardened as she watched Hugh sip the martini and put the glass of sickly port into her hand.

Her gaze locked with his.
His held no challenge, he merely sat at ease and sipped his drink…

Her patience finally snapped.

She glared at him in disgust.

”I don’t remember asking for your company… “

Her voice is soft, but steely.

”..but I’m sure you could use a bath… you should certainly clean up your act… “

With that retort, Gina stood, allowing her body to press up against Hugh’s fully clad form.
She took the half drunk martini out of Hugh’s unsuspecting grip, downed it in one and handed it back to him before stepping out of the tub.
Uncaring of the suds that still clung to her body she turned facing him as he perched watching her.

”.. and you know I don’t drink crap like this… “

As he watched, she let the glass fall out of her hand, watching the thick sickly liquid bleed into the aromatic water.

Pulling a towel of the rail as she went, Gina stalked into their bedroom.

She couldn’t decide what had gotten into Hugh.
He had ruined her bath. She had intended to lay there and relive the afternoon…
So many times she loved to just lie there and….
She gave an irritated sigh.
She wasn’t going to let him realise how annoyed she was.
It must be years since she’d let him get to her about anything, let alone something as crazy as this.

Crossing the bedroom, Gina took a second towel from the drawer and wrapped it about her shoulders.
Her hair was merely damp and still smelt of aftershave and sex.
No matter… it would serve him right to sleep with that beside him!
Gina sat at her dressing table and dabbed at her neck and shoulders.
She grinned as she saw the faint bruises appearing.
Hell… she was going to have to tell Greg to be more careful.
Sitting with the large towel secured at the clevage, she draped the smaller towel below her shoulders as she examined the emerging damage to her skin.

The strange episode in the bathroom was temporarily forgotten.
She had had years of practise at brushing her husband aside.
Disregarding his actions, his feelings had become second nature now.

 

[ozme52]

Hugh

And so it begins. Gina doesn’t realize yet that this is no mere moment of aberrant behavior from me. She’d brushed up against me, gotten me wetter, thinking I would get upset, but I’d already leveled that playing field by stepping into the tub myself. And I can read her like a book. Years of watching opponents across the negotiating table gave me an insight to Gina’s mood, now that I had finally “opened” my eyes. Gina is mad.

I strip off my socks and, without wringing them out, toss them to the floor. A perfect toss, they land on Gina’s discarded underwear. I stand, slip off the rest of my clothes and throw them on top of Gina’s other things. By the time she notices, everything will be wet.

I take a moment to enjoy the last lingering heat of Gina’s abandoned bath. Instead of the usual terry robe, I just pat myself dry and walk over to the vanity. Where is it? Ahh! I pick up a long unused bottle of bay rum. Some cheap scent I’d been gifted from an aunt. I’d wear it when we visited her. Not my usual. Gina really hates the bay rum. I splash on a liberal dose, almost breaking out laughing. The stuff really reeks.

I walk into the bedroom towards Gina. She is involved enough that she doesn’t notice my approach. She's examining her shoulders, which look a bit red, a bit manhandled I’d say. I step up and begin to massage her shoulders, not hard enough to normally be hurtful.

“Tense darling?” I said as I give her another squeeze. Gina squirms out from under my hands. That will force her to wear high collars for a while, lest she wants to be the focus of her women’s guild’s gossip.

I lean forward a bit, it’s then she realizes I’m naked and my slowly hardening cock brushes those same shoulders.

“Come to bed Gina, I’m randy for it tonight!” The look on her face tells it all. We’ve always screwed on her timetable, and hardly at all in the past 6 months.

Until today, Gina’s satisfaction has always come first with me, I’d always made sure she’d always come in bed. I deliver the ‘coup de main’ of my opening sally.

“Don’t worry, I won’t take long.”

 

[prometheus 2]

Greg

The candy apple red corvette pulled smoothly into the afternoon rush hour traffic as Greg downshifted to second. Hitting the throttle brought the rpms up to three grand as he surged ahead of the pack. At 70 he eased it into third and settled back, a contented look on his ruggged tan face. it seemed almost a paradox that he would choose a corvette as his means of transportation as he was 6’ 2’’ tall and 219 lbs. He ran his fingers through his jet black hair and looking in his rear view mirror he leaned to the right to see his steal grey eyes looking back at him smoldering still from his very adventureous and satisfying afternoon.

He couldn’t believe that it had been just six monthes ago when Gina and him had started fucking each other. From the first they had attacked each other like cats in heat and even today after having done it every concievable way and in every possible place they still found something new to add to their repretoire of sexual experience.

It had been been Gina's idea to venture across the tracks to the seedy side of the city.

"First chance saloon," she read the sign as they approached and then as they passed she looked around and saw the backside of the sign and giggled “

Whats so funny sugar?” Greg drawled.

“Last chance on this side, she answered pointing back, first chance coming and last chance going what a hoot.”

She saw the sign rooms for rent above the bar and shrieked “ Stop! Oh Greg this is the perfect place.” And it turned out that way Greg surmised as he continued to recall the events of the afternoon.

He had muttered something about coming back out to find his car missing as he grabbed Gina's small suitcase and led her into the back door of the dimlit establishment. He motioned to the bartender and asked about the rooms upstairs. The course looking man eyed Gia up and with a lewd grin threw a key on the bar.

“No 3, the one with the view”. He laughed at his own joke and continued to look Gina up and down.

“You go up and change Sugar, meet me down here like we planned.”

Greg hardly had time to finish a beer he had ordered when Gina returned. She had changed into a red silk low cut blouse sans braisierre and a leather mini skirt.Four inch black heels and costume jewelry added to her sluty appearance as did her garish make up. Everyone in the bar had looked her way as she sauntered across the barroom floor and sat down next to him.

“What does a girl have to do to get someone to buy her a drink around here?”

Thats how it started and Greg felt himself getting arroused again thinking about how it had ended. Him playing the John and Gina playing the whore, upstairs in the room with the view. Greg laughed out loud as he left the expressway and headed home. A view of the alley, from a dingy balcony where he had bent her over the railing and fucked her from behind one last time before they realized how late it had gotten. Not bothering to shower the bathroom being dirtier than either of them, they dressed and went their separate ways promising each other to do this again..... soon. Real soon.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine (Gina) Adams

Gina looked up as she felt Hugh’s hands on her shoulders. She caught his eye in the mirror as he began to move his hands with surprising expertise about her aching joints. Gina cannot guess the last time he touched her. They just seemed to circle each other these days.

“Tense darling?”

His tone is conversational, but he squeezes, just hard enough to chafe against the emerging bruises. Eager to free herself from his touch, Gina shakes his hands off her body with an impatient sigh.

As Hugh leans forward the waft of cheap scent fills Gina’s nostrils. She moves away from him and in doing so realises for the first time that he is naked. Supposing as his bath was so … impromptu… the robe must be laying discarded somewhere, she catches his eye once more to tell him to stop messing about.

“Come to bed Gina, I’m randy for it tonight!”

Husband and wife lock glances in the reflection.
Gina feels his hardness rubbing up behind her.
For the first time in what seems like years she looks at Hugh assessingly.
Not a bad body … a good one in fact or she’d never have married him, but still, he was being so tiresome this evening!

The smirk is still fixed on his face as she feels his surprisingly sizeable cock push into her.

“Don’t worry, I won’t take long.”

Her voice heavy with weary patience, Gina replies.

”I know darling … you never do… by the time I’ve got myself ready your one minute wonder will be gone… “

She rises, brushing him off as she moves to her drawers.

”Now run along and play with it, don’t bother me with petty little things like that.”

Throwing her chosen panties and nightdress on the bed for later, Gina turns without so much as a parting glance to go and open a bottle of wine for herself.
Damn, she wishes she was out with Greg this evening.
As she drifts downstairs, she wonders how he will explain being late to his wife’s little “soiree”.

 

[prometheus 2]

Greg , coming home

Two blocks from his house Greg pulled over to the curb. show time he said softly as he picked up his cell phone. He already had the correct numbers in the correct order stored in its memory base.

M 1, Flower shop “This is Mr. Richards speaking, have my roses been delivered.”

The reply at the other end was, “Yes sir they’re in the garage just as you requested.

“Thank you” was Gregs reply.

M 2 Sam Delivers, “Yes Mr Richards, was the response to his request, your lunchion special is in the garage refrigerator.

M4 staff cottage at his home. “Marie. Greg here would you go to the main house draw my bath and set out my evening clothes. Oh and in the garage, lunch and flowers for the ladies, no dont serve it just get it ready in the kitchen you know I like to add the finishing touches. Greg paused...Dont bother the ladies in the dinning room please, they're so busy planning. Be as quiet as possible, I’ll be there in about ten minutes.

M 5 the dining room phone. Tricia answered and Greg spoke softly into the phone. “ Hello honey. As you probably guessed I’m running late but I have a surprise for you girls I know you’re working your pretty little butts off, will be there in twenty minutes ok Love you.” Greg smiled the stage was set.

He put the car in first and slowly moved down the street turning to the left just a block away from his house two block up he came to the park that overlooked the river. a nice place to relax and reflect before he got home.

Greg, you lucky dog you he thought as his hand brushed the soft leather interior of his corvette the one Trica had bought for him for his fiftyth birthday. So damn lucky yet he knew it wasn’t all luck. He had come a long way, some of it not so easy, in fact some of it danm tough. Born dirt poor he had been brought up on the side of the tracks Gina and he had visited this afternoon. He grew up street smart and always watching his back, looking out for himself. He joined the Navy testing out in the top percential of his boot training program, became a seabee, special forces where he devoped his muscular phisique. Six years later and a purple heart got him a free ride in a prestigious college and a football scholarship insured him an education and an opportunity to hang out with the rich and famous. Thats where he met Tricia. the girl of his dreams.

His dreams were about money lots of it and she was heir to the best kind. Old money, money that had been in the familly for generations, money that like a magic cup never went dry. He courted her and won her, his spontanaity excited her, his control and clean lifestyle impressed her parents and they were married six monthes after they had met. Greg did love Tricia or at least he thought he did, What little he knew about love. Love was a way to get things, things like money and sex and power and prestige. it was plain and simple for Greg to understand. His sex life with Triica was about getting what he wanted by giving her what she wanted. He lived in an almost perfect world. Money, freedom, power, prestige and sex ...well not as much as he would have liked but hell his world was almost perfect.... until Gina entered it and then ....

It got even better, all the sex he wanted and still the best of what he had before. In fact his sex life improved at home too, with him being more cheerfull and cooperative and Tricia seeing the difference and suddenly becoming more amorous, approaching him for sex, something she hadn’t done before . Greg kept her satisfied occasionally having to fake an orgasm or two, after spending the afternoon with Gina. He never had any trouble getting it up, after all what was viagra for anyway.

Greg looked at his watch. "Show time", he said again he drove the last two blocks home and after parking in the garage he let himself in the back door putting his finger to his lips as he saw Maria in the kitchen putting the roses in a vase and organizing lunch. She winked and quietly let hersef out the back door.

Upstairs, Greg took his bath and dressed quickly.

Downstairs again, he grabbed the tray of hors de vours and putting on a smle entered the dinning room.

“ Lunch time girls". he announced setting the tray on the table. He looked at their apprecaitive faces “Enjoy”

He returned to the kitchen for the flowers hearing their comments through the door. “Oh Tricia you’re so lucky to have such a fine husband I wish I were you.’

“ Where ever did you find such a gem”

“ I wish my Ben were more like him.”

Grining like a cat Greg returned to the dinning room which had suddenly gone silent in expectation as he handed a rose to each of the ladies and put the remainder on the table. He took Tricias hand and in a mock bow kissed it. "That’s for working so hard, he turned and faced his blushing audience. Now if you dont mind I’ll prepare your lunch".

As the door swung shut behind him he heard Mrs Holms say in astonishment. “And he cooks too, how precious”.

 

[ozme52]

Hugh

Maybe this is my fault. I’d bent over backwards for years trying to please Gina. And for the longest time she’s been trying to provoke me, to what? If only she’d just come out and told me what she wanted, what she wanted me to be for her. But now that I try to do something, her venom towards me is beyond my ability to comprehend.

I watch her pad out and down the stairs, towards the kitchen. I get out some pants; my favorite smoking jacket and head back to my den. I pick up my research papers, and pretend to read them, that’s a laugh, I’m pretending to myself. I can’t see the words, from the frustration, my eyes are wet. There must be something I can do!

I still love her!

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine (Gina) Adams

Gina sat at the kitchen table and sipped thoughtfully at her wine.
Eyeing the bottle suddenly, she realised that she had drank half the bottle already!
She frowned. That wasn’t like her at all!

Putting the glass down, she walked over to the fridge and looked inside.
She knew she should eat. She hadn’t had time or inclination to eat earlier, but…
She closed the fridge door. She really wasn’t hungry!

She had heard the door of the den closing. The den was Hugh’s retreat.
It was an unspoken rule that she never went in there.
God knew what he did in there! She never thought to ask.
As far as she could tell it was always littered with papers…
More and more he hid away in there these days.

Despite her good intentions, Gina topped up her glass and took a deep drink.
Damn Hugh!
How long had it been since he had wanted her?
Gina couldn’t remember.
He had become someone she lived with, lived around.
In fact they circled around each other and just co-existed.
The thin veil of civility, manners, the meaningless endearments…
Darling… this… darling.. that….
The word that indicated the mask was well in place:
It was the façade they hid behind.

He used to call her other things, pet names, code words….
Surely they had used them once?… Why couldn’t she remember?
She sighed irritably and drank deeply.
Over the years she had convinced herself that theirs had only been a marriage of convenience. She had forced the memory of the times they shared early on into the back of her mind.
Why had the sight of her husband’s naked and aroused body suddenly brought back…. ?

”Ohhh fuck… “

Gina decided she was just plain horny.
God the games she and Greg played.
He certainly didn’t hold back from telling her how he felt.
Sometimes his talk was so damn dirty… but… their antics let her lose herself, let her escape…
Looking round at the kitchen now, the respectability of her home, she almost laughed outloud thinking about that afternoon when she’d let him use her like a whore and then when he’d bent her over the rail…

She drank deeply once more and looked round.

Still… she liked being respectable.
She liked the security, the safety of it.
Had she admitted it to herself, she liked being at home and was even interested in some of the less tedious work she did at the Women’s Guild…
Gina knew that the more she messed around, the more she cast her net out to provide the excitement in her life, the more she was getting into deep water… but what else was there to do round here?

She had a niggling feeling that Greg’s fuck-and-be-damned attitude could get them both into trouble … he was certainly the most reckless of her lovers to date.
She rubbed her neck absent mindedly.
She didn’t like the bruises and sometimes she was disturbed by the way he….

But hell.. maybe the question was not what, but WHO else there was to "do"?
Maybe she should consider her options... someone ... safer perhaps...
Her mind ran over the various husbands... partners... no one sprung to mind... it was getting increasingly difficult to pick a target who was interested her and could be made to become "available"!

A sound from the hall interrupted her thoughts:
She heard her husband moving: Heard him coming down the hallway to the kitchen.
She put the glass to her lips, realising that was now too late now to sip sparingly; over three quarters of the bottle had already been drunk.
Discaring her mental cataloguing of all the men she had access to at present, she concentrated on fixing the mask in place once again.

She never admited it to herself how false it all was:
The indifference, which could verge on hostility had become second nature… so why, after all this time, did she feel so tired of it…?

Damn wine… she surmised… Gina was definitely not a drinker…

 

[ozme52]

Hugh

I finally feel myself finally calm down. Gina’s been pushing me further and further away. Tonight she had been exceptionally cruel.

I try to get back to the research but haven’t the heart for it. I turn on the tube, scan through a few channels, and decide I have no energy for the news either. I feel drained, lost, without a plan. I have no savvy when it comes to personal relationships. What would I do if this were a business situation? But nothing comes to me.

I’m sure after the exchange upstairs, there’s no reason to expect Gina to wish my company for dinner. I’m not even sure she intends to stay in tonight.

I straighten my desk, put the neglected research papers on the top; perhaps I can finish them tomorrow, and head to the kitchen.

‘Gina must have left the light on.’ I think, but when I round the corner, there’s Gina, still with just a towel wrapped around her. Damn, so beautiful. I can’t keep myself from staring openly at her legs, the towel concealing nothing but the last inch below the delta where they join. The tops of her pert breasts above, a hint of rosier pink just at the towel line.

My erection returns, rocky hard, reminding me of the business left unfinished upstairs. But there it is, Gina’s stony stare, looking right through me. And something else, just a bit of glassiness. My god…

“Gina! You’ve gone practically gone through the entire bottle. Whatever are you thinking! Talk to me dammit”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine (Gina) Adams

Gina watched Hugh's eyes widen in surprise at seeing her in the kitchen.
The alcohol now clouded her mind, but not pleasantly.
She locked her expression with his.
All she saw is accusation.

“Gina! You’ve gone practically gone through the entire bottle. Whatever are you thinking! Talk to me dammit!"

She smirked and retorted, in a mockery of a whine;

"Talk to me Gina! .... Fuck me Gina ...!"

She gave a mirthless laugh.

"Since when did you ever want to do any of those?
Since when did you ever want to hear anything I had to say?"

She knew she must be drunk.
She would never have been provoked into revealing that to him otherwise.
She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of thinking she cared how he treated her.
Since when did he care what she did even?

She defiantly drained her glass in one easy gulp and slipped unsteadily from the stool...

".. just leave me alone ... "

She muttered, the harsh dismissal sounding lost and hurt for once.
She moved her hand to the bottle intending to pour out the final measure and take it to bed... alone!

 

[ozme52]

Hugh

Gina stands up, wobbles, and starts to empty the last of the bottle into her glass. I shake my head.

“No Gina, please, no more.” I take the glass and bottle from her hands and gather her up into my arms. Her fists beat on my shoulders as she shakes. By the time I carry her up the stairs, the wine has taken full hold and she quiets down.

I pull back the bedcovers, drop the towel to the floor, lay her down in our bed, and tuck her in. By the time I’m finished Gina is asleep, now looking angelic. As beautiful as the day we married. Where had that all gone?

I go into the bathroom, take a cold shower and wash off the bay rum. I put on some clean bedclothes. I pull a blanket from the linen closet, sit down on the chaise, and watch Gina sleep.

At some point, the day catches up with me.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine (Gina) Adams

“No Gina, please, no more.”

Gina smirked. Did he mean no more wine, or was it a plea for her to cease her taunting, to call a truce between them?
Either way, Gina didn’t intend to follow her husband’s instructions.

Raising the glass to her lips, she found his hand easing the fine crystal out of her grasp. She blinked in surprise as he easily took the bottle from her numbing fingers and moved it out of reach.

Without warning she felt his arms move round her.
In panic, Gina pushed desperately at his chest, needing to keep him away from her. She was damned if she’d let him get close again … in any way!

Her efforts were useless.
She found herself held firmly, securely, until finally her body became passive.
She took a steadying breath, trying to ignore the feeling of the warmth of Hugh’s body as it melted into hers.
Hazily, Gina wondered how she could have forgotten how strong and solid his body felt pressed against her and shivers again, in awareness of his closeness.

A moan of protest escaped her as Hugh scooped up her now pliant form.
She told him no, to put her down, but he ignored her feeble protests and strode down the hall with her.

Finally as they climbed the stairs, Gina let her head fall back onto Hugh’s shoulder.
She gave a soft groan, suddenly aware that everything seemed to be spinning.
She nestled her head more securely into the security of Hugh’s body, no longer fully aware of what was happening…

Gina felt herself set down gently and sighed in relief as she relaxed back into the softness that now seemed to surround her.
Unaware of her surroundings or her nudity, she was content to slip into oblivion.
With a sigh she drifted into a trouble-free state of unconsciousness, a smile on her lips as she allowed the years of bitterness to fall away and relived the feelings she had once had, still had, when she felt her husband’s arms and body wrapped so closely about her...

*********************************************

Gina moaned softly as the morning sun hit her directly in the eyes.
Pulling the cover over her head she curled up and realised that she felt awful!

"Oh God... what hit me...?"

She whispered aloud.

Stretching tentatively in the bed, she realised that she was alone.
She had no idea what time it was and assumed that Hugh was well on his way by now...
Hugh... she partially remembered last night... she remembered him holding her... but... after that...

With effort she pulled her head free of the covers and slowly managed to encourage her eyelids to flutter open.
She moved a pillow behind her and slid upwards to sit up.
Fuck. Her head was pounding.
As she lowered her head and reached to put a soothing hand to her forehead, she realised that she was topless... naked in fact.... !
How the hell did that happen....?

She sank back weakly on the pillows, her eyes shutting, uncaring of her nudity. She couldn't believe how ill she felt... the combination of the bottle of wine and the lack of food no doubt... and despite the events of last night, Gina was no drinker!

"Oh.. God... Hugh.... "

She spoke quietly, knowing it was useless to call for him as he had already left and knowing that he wouldn't care anyway... and if he said that it served her right, Gina knew that this time she could not disagree...

"ohh.. fuck..."

Her life was a mess .... and this certainly didn't help...

 

[ozme52]

Hugh - a lousy morning

When morning comes, I wake with a groan, a stiff back, and a crick in my neck. I should have slept in the bed, but I just don’t have the strength anymore to sleep next to Gina and not touch her.

Looking at her this morning fills me with mixed emotions. I should just take her now. Have my way, regardless of her feelings. Then I remember her words last night. Yes, I could take her, but that would be the end of the marriage. And I don’t want it to end. I just need one real chance to save it. But how?

I shower and shave, and generally bang around the bedroom loudly, hoping to wake Gina and get some reaction, some indication if last night’s argument and activities have had any effect. But Gina continued to sleep soundly through it.

Again I contemplate Gina’s body, nude under the sheet. Bah! ’Do it or leave, but stop torturing yourself.’ I leave.

Some toast and coffee, a quick stop in my den to pick up the research papers, and off to work. My mood brightens as I wait for the metro. I realize I’m looking forward to work, where I’m still the master of my domain. ’No one better cross me today! I’ll crucify them.’

 

[ozme52]

Hugh - at the office

By the time I walk into the office, I’m actually looking forward to the day. My true nature reasserting itself. I’m not even sure the other Hugh, the Hugh I used to take home exists anymore. He was just a reflection of the man I thought Gina wanted, the man I thought my father should have been. Without Gina’s love, that Hugh withered and is now all but dead.

I call my solicitor and leave a message. I want to review my personal documents, the status of the house, the trust fund, wills, charities, Gina’s stipend, everything.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine (Gina) Adams

Gina got up much later than usual.
By the time she had struggled out of bed and into the shower it was already 10 am!
As the water cascaded down her back, Gina tried to piece together the events of last night.

She had not intended to get drunk. It had not been deliberate.
The bottle had just been there and she had been lost in thought and… before she had known it she was legless…

She frowned as she stepped out of the bathroom, seeing the damp pile of clothes; her underwear from yesterday and Hugh’s own items on top of hers.
It gave her a pang to see them lying there, so intimately wrapped together.
What about the neat his and hers regime that had reigned in that house for what seemed like years?

She moved back to the bedroom and started to get dressed.
She knew she should wear a high colour, but she really didn’t feel like putting up with the discomfort, besides, she would stay round the house today.
She pulled on casual tan slacks and a cream silk blouse with a plunging neckline.
She slipped her feet into leather sandals and brushed her hair high into a ponytail.
Looking into the mirror, Gina surveyed her appearance.
She still looked rough she decided. In fact she looked awful!

Gina did not notice the prominence of the dark smudges about her neck, starkly contrasting with the pale tones of her blouse, neither did she realise how youthful she seemed with her hair simply held together high on her head.
Again her appearance was in stark contrast to her usual elaborately dressed hair.
Her ensemble was altogether simpler than it had been for a long time.
The only time she had looked like this was on holiday.
Gina of course did not see this.
She had merely made easy work of a part of her day that she usually concentrated on and took great care, calculating just the effect she would make.
She felt too delicate to be bothered.

Down in the kitchen, Gina could see no evidence of her binge the night before.
The glass was clean and put away, the bottle nowhere to be seen.
She took a large glass of freshly squeezed orange juice and settled down to sip it.
Even that seemed an effort this morning.
She was less than half way down the glass, when the telephone rang.
With a sigh she moved to answer it then paused.
Deftly she flicked the switch and let the machine take the call…

”Hello Geraldine, Tricia here.
I was wondering about arrangements for Saturday.
You did say that Hugh would be there didn’t you?
Could you be a dear and check with him if he’s finalised the wording of the programme? It would be ideal if he could mail it over sometime today, so that Greg can get it sent to the printers.
We are running rather behind schedule dear … you will help us out on Friday evening and of course we’re all looking forward to the big day.
Well.. bye for now… see u tomorrow afternoon…

As the machine clicked off and purred, Gina swore.

”Oh Fuck… “

She knew that once he promised to do something, Hugh did not forget, but she herself had forgotten that the hard copy he had presented her with the day before yesterday needed emailing to Tricia’s email so that the printers could deal with the mass production.
Hugh had been kind enough to produce the programme for the fundraiser, but it would be useless if it did not get to Tricia today.

Gina checked her watch. 11:25. If she hurried…. What choice did she have?

Grabbing her keys, and her handbag, Gina rushed out to the car and backed out into the traffic and headed downtown.
She knew she had to catch Hugh at lunch and ask him to email the master copies on as soon as possible.
She would take him to lunch then, she decided.
Uncharacteristic as it was, she felt guilty about last night.
He had been… difficult… but she had rather over-reacted, she decided. She just wanted things back on an equal footing again, she convinced herself. Co-existing with no emotional trauma. She did not let herself even consider that the proximity of her husbands body, his arousal and his strange behaviour had anything to do with the fact that she wanted to have lunch with him all of a sudden!

 

[ozme52]

Hugh's morning

It is an astounding morning. I exercise options on three separate currency puts, clearing millions each, and on two bond calls as well, a hedge play at the time, but the market moved perfectly and the profit on the calls alone will pay the office rent and staff’s wages for the entire year. I bought some triple-A bonds, off the open market, from an acquaintance who is liquidating prior to a divorce proceeding; I think he intends to hide assets. Not my concern, and a tidy profit potential for me. The return on the capital will be double digits, minimum, perhaps as much as 25%, on 10 million pounds, which I borrowed from a South American family that was tired of leaving their funds in zero interest Swiss bank accounts. A German surname with a Spanish accent. Pure profit. Finding opportunities is an art and I am Da Vinci.

Yesterday, three separate solicitors approached me with proposals to manage large trust funds for them on behalf of their respective clients. Yesterday I was interested. After this morning, I’m not sure. I’ve done deals like this my entire career, but to have so many close, all at the same time, I could retire right now and never have to work again. But what would I do with my spare time? Rattle around the house in agony without Gina? I’ll probably accept the trust fund assignments.

There will be bonuses this year. Big ones for the research staff. I check my watch, realizing I’ve barely had time for a second cup of coffee. Nearly noon. Maybe I’ll take the staff to lunch, to celebrate. I buzz for Felicia to find out who’s still around. I could have used the intercom, but I want to see Felicia’s face when I tell her the news.

As Felicia walks in, I can’t help but notice that there is the cutest girl at Felicia’s desk. She must be a friend of Felicia’s waiting to go to lunch. The girl’s back is to me, and I can’t help but stare. From the sandals to the ponytail, my eyes take her in. About 5 ft 7 or 8, long legs, flaring out to trim hips, a small waist, encased in a pair of light brown slacks that hints there are shapely legs attached to those sexy hips. She is wearing an off white blouse, tucked neatly into the waistband. The ponytail shows her slender neck, below auburn hair. As she sits in front of Felicia’s desk, her butt stretches the pants, giving me cause to slightly adjust myself, but I can’t with Felicia there. I can now see the girl has perfectly sized, pert breasts, filling out the front of her blouse. She crosses her legs and one sandal dangles from her toes as she bounces her cute foot up and down. I wonder what her face looks like, but it’s still turned away from me.

“A friend of yours?” I ask Felicia, nodding toward the girl outside.

“Oh! No, it’s…” Felicia shakes her head no as she starts to answer me. Before she can tell me anything more I interrupt and tell Felicia to please send the lady in. There’s nothing quite like personally interviewing a potential new client and a beautiful one at that.

I pick up some papers and pretend to read them. The girl stands up and turns. As she walks in, I adjust the papers so I can watch her legs. As if in a Hollywood movie slow motion shot, I watch as the pants legs slowly swish towards me, step by step. My gaze rests momentarily on the delta where legs and abdomen meet. She stops before my desk, I set my papers down, stand to greet her, allowing myself one more sweeping look at her thighs, abdomen, and those breasts.

I’m about to put out my hand but stop short, startled.

“Gina!”

“Gina? What’s wrong?” Something must be wrong for Gina to appear unannounced and dressed, well, dressed like when we first met. I am relieved to hear it’s a minor matter regarding the upcoming guild fete.

“Felicia. Please send for a courier, immediate delivery, local. And tell them to wait; the recipient will need the materials sent on to their printer. We’ll cover the costs.”

I know that Felicia will have the courier here in 10 minutes. Felicia is exceptionally efficient. I quickly e-mail the softcopy to Tricia explaining I have already prepared the hardcopy and am couriering it to her. The hardcopy, already in my outbox, I pull from the tray and walk out to Felicia.

“There Gina, no problem at all.”

Then Gina surprises me. Takes me totally unawares. Gina invites me to lunch. Despite the events of last night, I’m afraid my enthusiasm shows through.