Dark Path of Desire by Herbert Grosshans

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Dark Path of Desire

(Herbert Grosshans)


Chapter One

Claire Belmont sat on one of the lounges on the patio behind her ten-million-dollar mansion and stared into the clear water of her heated pool. She felt restless, fidgety, and alone.
Allan, her husband, was out playing golf or doing who-knows-what with his buddies and probably wouldn’t be home for a couple of days. He did that a lot these days.
After his brother’s death, things changed between her and Allan. He used to be an attentive husband, but now he seemed cold and distant most of the time. They hadn’t had sex since the accident that took Andy’s life. He even blamed her for enticing Andy to go riding with her. Andy had loved horses and riding. Liz, his wife, did not share his passion, but Claire did. When Andy asked her to go riding with him, she accepted. They spent many afternoons riding their horses.
On the day of the accident, Claire challenged Andy to a race. During the race, their horses collided and Andy was thrown. He broke his neck and died on the scene.
Liz accused her of having had an affair with Andy. Something that wasn’t true. They had been good friends, nothing more.
She didn’t blame Allan for mourning his brother’s death. Losing a family member is always a terribly tragedy. It must be worse when it’s your twin. She missed Andy, too. He had been a fun-loving guy, always telling jokes, always in a good mood, the way Allan used to be.
How long does one mourn? Is two years too long or not enough? She was thirty and not getting any younger. Her sexual appetite had always been great. She needed to lie in the strong arms of a man and feel the touch of his hands on her breasts, on her belly and shudder beneath him as he gently caressed her pussy. There was no greater pleasure than the moment when he spread her thighs with his hand and guided his hard penis into her. Nothing could match the ecstasy she experienced when his manhood exploded inside her clutching pussy as she milked him until he was dry and limp.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she fantasized about it. It wasn’t only the sex she missed. She longed to be held, to be cuddled, to hear the loving words of a lover, to be kissed and to feel safe in his arms, to feel the gentle touch of his hand on her cheek. She didn’t remember the last time she shared a bottle of wine in an intimate setting with a man that loved her, or when she took a walk under the stars on a warm summer evening, his arm around her waist.
She was ripped out of her dark mood when the phone rang. It was her friend Carmen Garcia. “Hey Claire, do you feel like driving down to the ranch? Randy called. The horses are getting restless and need to be taken out for a ride. It’s a beautiful day, and there is nothing more exhilarating than sitting bare-assed on the back of a horse with your hair flying in the wind as you gallop down a lonely mountain trail.”
Claire chuckled softly. “Bare-assed, huh? First of all, that must be mostly uncomfortable and secondly, one of these days you’ll find your picture on some website featuring your bare ass among all those other nude girls.”
“Now who would take that picture? Come on, girlfriend, don’t be a spoilsport.”
“I’m never a spoilsport and you know it. Right now, I’m not in the mood for doing anything, but maybe it would do me good to get out a little. I feel as restless as the horses.”
“So, what are you waiting for? I’ll pick you up in forty minutes. Be ready.”
One thing with Carmen, when she said forty minutes, she’d be there. She didn’t disappoint this time, either. She pulled up in her convertible exactly forty minutes from the time she got off the phone.
Claire was ready. Dressed in her riding outfit, she sat on one of the planters edging her circular driveway.
As usual, Carmen’s long black hair hung unruly past her shoulders. Claire knew it covered the tattoo of a roaring lion in her neck. When Claire asked her once why a lion, Carmen had just smiled and said, “Why not?”
The lion may not be visible, but Carmen’s naked arms exhibited her other tattoos, as did the generous exposed part of her ample breasts. Claire could never understand why anyone as beautiful as Carmen would do that to herself and ruin her soft brown skin forever.
When not tanned, Claire’s skin was white and without a blemish. It was no accident. She took good care of her skin and body, spending thousands of dollars on beauty products and services. No tattoo on her arms or anywhere else on her body would ever destroy their nearly flawless condition.
Or maybe just a small butterfly in the small of her back. She could see herself getting one of those, but so far had never taken the step to do it. She had to admit, she was scared of needles.
Contrary to Carmen, Claire didn’t like to get her hair messed up. She knew Carmen would be driving with the top of her convertible down, so she had taken precautions and hid her blond hair under a baseball cap.
“Are you just going to sit there or are you coming?” Carmen called to her, beckoning with one hand.
“What’s the rush? The horses aren’t going anywhere.” She got up from her spot and walked to the car. Getting into the seat, she sighed.
“You seem so down. What’s the problem?”
“I’m bored.”
Carmen threw her a sidelong glance as she pulled out of the driveway. “That’s why I’m here to keep you busy and entertained.”
“And I appreciate it.” She put a hand on Camilla’s arm. “I’m grateful and lucky to have you as a friend.”
“I’m always there for you, but you know that.”
“I know, but I need more than just a good friend. I need the love of a man.”
“In other words, you’re horny. Well, then there should be no problem.” Camilla laughed. “Randy was wondering if you’d come along. I told him you would.”
“Randy is just a diversion. Somebody to scratch an itch. I need more than that.”
“What’s the story with you and Allan anyway? Has anything changed between you two? I still remember when you told me he was the man of your dreams and you’d always be in love.”
“That was four years ago. He was a different man then. The day Andy died, something died in Allan also. Sometimes I have the feeling he hates me.”
“Do you still love him?”
Claire shook her head. “How can you love a man who barely looks at you? To him I’m a ghost who shares the same house with him. We hardly talk and don’t sleep together anymore. At least, he gave me the master bedroom. He sleeps in the guestroom.”
“So why don’t you divorce him? You’re a beautiful woman, still young enough to find another man. I can recommend a good lawyer. He’ll make you a rich woman when you divorce Allan.”
“No, I won’t be rich. When we got married, Allan made me sign a prenuptial agreement, stating if I should ever leave him for any reason, I wouldn’t get a dime. He said he felt guilty for doing that, but his lawyer had insisted on it.”
“That sucks. How about if Allan divorces you? Or did you sign that away also?”
“Allan will never give me a divorce. He’s a good Catholic, you know.”
“Even good Catholics get divorced if they have a good reason. You’ll have to give him one. If you can get him to divorce you, we’ve got him by the balls. My lawyer will take him to the cleaners.” Camilla laughed merrily as if she had just told a joke.
‘What do you suggest I do?”
“That’s easy. Fuck every guy that wants you.” She laughed again. “If it gets known you’re available, they’ll be breaking down your door with their dick in hand.”
“You’re so crude.” Claire smiled. “Your idea sounds great, but I don’t believe Allan cares enough at this stage if I cheat on him or not.”
“It’ll be worth a try. If nothing else, you won’t be bored anymore, or lonely. And you’ll have fun doing it.”
“I don’t know. I’m not a prostitute.”
“You won’t be, because you don’t charge for it. That’s the beauty of it. You won’t be breaking any laws. This is a free country, Sweetheart. No woman has ever been charged for fucking a man for free.” She chuckled. “If you have doubts and want to protect yourself even more, my lawyer can hook you up with a judge. Once you fuck him, he’ll be putty in your hands.”
“Somehow that doesn’t feel right.”
“Why not? You’re not a blushing young virgin anymore. I know you love sex. How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“I was thirteen. It was with a boy who lived a few houses down from mine. We only did it once, but it awoke inside me a craving I needed to still. I was well developed for my age and finding willing older boys was easy, and they believed me when I told them I was sixteen.”
Carmen snickered. “I was the same age as you when it happened to me. Only the guy who introduced me to sex was thirty years old. You ever done it with a mature man when you were that tender age?”
“I found other girls, slightly older than me, who were also already into sex. We formed a secret ring and started having sex with older men. For money, of course. We used to hang out at the golf course where all the horny old geezers played golf, trying to get away from their wives. ‘My wife’s all dried up,’ more than one told me. ‘I still have lots of juice left in me’. And they usually did.” She smiled, thinking about good old Steffan and the others. Most of them were probably dead now.
“At sixteen, I became a cheerleader with the Rocktown Rockets and it was even easier then to find horny old men.” She laughed. “Sometimes I screwed two guys in a row. I was insatiable. Did I ever tell you I was engaged for about three years?”
Carmen seemed surprised. “Nope. This is news to me.”
“Well, I was. He was the captain of the Rocktown Rockets and as handsome as they come. I was nineteen when we got engaged. At twenty-one, I moved in with him. My parents didn’t approve, but I was old enough. They did accept it reluctantly, assuming Roy and I would get married anyway. It was a wonderful time in my life. I left him and all that a year later.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Somehow, I felt I needed more. Besides, I needed to get away. Too many men recognized me.”
“You said you’re not a prostitute. Didn’t you ever think you were one when you and your friends screwed all those old men? You did charge for it.”
“We did, but none of us saw anything wrong with what we were doing, and we were delighted to earn our own money in such an easy and pleasurable way. It allowed us to buy stuff, but that’s all behind me. I’m not proud of that part in my life.”
“That’s okay. I’m not judging. However, you shouldn’t have a problem doing it again. If you follow my advice things will work out.”
“How do you know all this?”
“How do you think I got my money? After three husbands I’m an authority.”
“You only went through two divorces. Your last husband, Frank, died while you were still married. He’s the one who left you all that money.”
“That’s true, but John and Frederick, my first husbands, paid me a bundle. I had enough to last me for the rest of my life already then. Frank was just the icing on the cake.” She heaved a little sigh. “Poor Frank. Rest his soul. He was the best of them all. I really loved him, even though he was old. He always told me I was oversexed and one day I would kill him with my passion. He was right.” She sniffed. “His heart gave out, but he died happy.”
“I won’t be so lucky. Allan is only thirty and as healthy as a horse. Besides, the whole idea won’t work. If I cheat on Allan and he finds out, he doesn’t have to divorce me, he can kick me out onto the street, without ever paying me a dime. I’ll be homeless with no income. I can’t marry another man, because I’m still married. And I really don’t feel like making a living as a prostitute.”
“You won’t have to. I’ll let you in on a little secret, girlfriend. A woman’s pussy is the greatest weapon ever created. Even the most powerful men will surrender to the sight and temptation of a pussy. With that thing between your legs, you can control any man to do your bidding.”
Claire sighed. “Not Allan.”
“How about Allan’s father? Is there any way you can lure him into your bed? He’s a man and not immune to the pleasures of the flesh. Let him see you naked. Pretend you’re drunk and sit in his lap. Give him a good view of your pussy and your tits and ass. Give him a lap dance if you must. He won’t be able to resist the siren call. Let him fuck you more than once. If you can manage that, you’ll have him eating out of your hand.” She giggled. “Your hand or anything else, if you know what I mean. Don’t give up. An opportunity will come along. You just have to recognize it and you will if you pay attention.” She let go of the wheel and lifted both hands into the air. “Life is beautiful. All you need to do is live it. And live it you will. We’ll make the best of today and enjoy every moment. Forget about Allan and let destiny take you by the hand.”
Claire laughed. “Better take the wheel into your hands or neither of us will live past today, my philosopher friend. I think you’re a little crazy, but I love you, anyway.”



Dark Path of Desire by Herbert Grosshans

EXTRACT FOR
Dark Path of Desire

(Herbert Grosshans)


Chapter One

Claire Belmont sat on one of the lounges on the patio behind her ten-million-dollar mansion and stared into the clear water of her heated pool. She felt restless, fidgety, and alone.
Allan, her husband, was out playing golf or doing who-knows-what with his buddies and probably wouldn’t be home for a couple of days. He did that a lot these days.
After his brother’s death, things changed between her and Allan. He used to be an attentive husband, but now he seemed cold and distant most of the time. They hadn’t had sex since the accident that took Andy’s life. He even blamed her for enticing Andy to go riding with her. Andy had loved horses and riding. Liz, his wife, did not share his passion, but Claire did. When Andy asked her to go riding with him, she accepted. They spent many afternoons riding their horses.
On the day of the accident, Claire challenged Andy to a race. During the race, their horses collided and Andy was thrown. He broke his neck and died on the scene.
Liz accused her of having had an affair with Andy. Something that wasn’t true. They had been good friends, nothing more.
She didn’t blame Allan for mourning his brother’s death. Losing a family member is always a terribly tragedy. It must be worse when it’s your twin. She missed Andy, too. He had been a fun-loving guy, always telling jokes, always in a good mood, the way Allan used to be.
How long does one mourn? Is two years too long or not enough? She was thirty and not getting any younger. Her sexual appetite had always been great. She needed to lie in the strong arms of a man and feel the touch of his hands on her breasts, on her belly and shudder beneath him as he gently caressed her pussy. There was no greater pleasure than the moment when he spread her thighs with his hand and guided his hard penis into her. Nothing could match the ecstasy she experienced when his manhood exploded inside her clutching pussy as she milked him until he was dry and limp.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she fantasized about it. It wasn’t only the sex she missed. She longed to be held, to be cuddled, to hear the loving words of a lover, to be kissed and to feel safe in his arms, to feel the gentle touch of his hand on her cheek. She didn’t remember the last time she shared a bottle of wine in an intimate setting with a man that loved her, or when she took a walk under the stars on a warm summer evening, his arm around her waist.
She was ripped out of her dark mood when the phone rang. It was her friend Carmen Garcia. “Hey Claire, do you feel like driving down to the ranch? Randy called. The horses are getting restless and need to be taken out for a ride. It’s a beautiful day, and there is nothing more exhilarating than sitting bare-assed on the back of a horse with your hair flying in the wind as you gallop down a lonely mountain trail.”
Claire chuckled softly. “Bare-assed, huh? First of all, that must be mostly uncomfortable and secondly, one of these days you’ll find your picture on some website featuring your bare ass among all those other nude girls.”
“Now who would take that picture? Come on, girlfriend, don’t be a spoilsport.”
“I’m never a spoilsport and you know it. Right now, I’m not in the mood for doing anything, but maybe it would do me good to get out a little. I feel as restless as the horses.”
“So, what are you waiting for? I’ll pick you up in forty minutes. Be ready.”
One thing with Carmen, when she said forty minutes, she’d be there. She didn’t disappoint this time, either. She pulled up in her convertible exactly forty minutes from the time she got off the phone.
Claire was ready. Dressed in her riding outfit, she sat on one of the planters edging her circular driveway.
As usual, Carmen’s long black hair hung unruly past her shoulders. Claire knew it covered the tattoo of a roaring lion in her neck. When Claire asked her once why a lion, Carmen had just smiled and said, “Why not?”
The lion may not be visible, but Carmen’s naked arms exhibited her other tattoos, as did the generous exposed part of her ample breasts. Claire could never understand why anyone as beautiful as Carmen would do that to herself and ruin her soft brown skin forever.
When not tanned, Claire’s skin was white and without a blemish. It was no accident. She took good care of her skin and body, spending thousands of dollars on beauty products and services. No tattoo on her arms or anywhere else on her body would ever destroy their nearly flawless condition.
Or maybe just a small butterfly in the small of her back. She could see herself getting one of those, but so far had never taken the step to do it. She had to admit, she was scared of needles.
Contrary to Carmen, Claire didn’t like to get her hair messed up. She knew Carmen would be driving with the top of her convertible down, so she had taken precautions and hid her blond hair under a baseball cap.
“Are you just going to sit there or are you coming?” Carmen called to her, beckoning with one hand.
“What’s the rush? The horses aren’t going anywhere.” She got up from her spot and walked to the car. Getting into the seat, she sighed.
“You seem so down. What’s the problem?”
“I’m bored.”
Carmen threw her a sidelong glance as she pulled out of the driveway. “That’s why I’m here to keep you busy and entertained.”
“And I appreciate it.” She put a hand on Camilla’s arm. “I’m grateful and lucky to have you as a friend.”
“I’m always there for you, but you know that.”
“I know, but I need more than just a good friend. I need the love of a man.”
“In other words, you’re horny. Well, then there should be no problem.” Camilla laughed. “Randy was wondering if you’d come along. I told him you would.”
“Randy is just a diversion. Somebody to scratch an itch. I need more than that.”
“What’s the story with you and Allan anyway? Has anything changed between you two? I still remember when you told me he was the man of your dreams and you’d always be in love.”
“That was four years ago. He was a different man then. The day Andy died, something died in Allan also. Sometimes I have the feeling he hates me.”
“Do you still love him?”
Claire shook her head. “How can you love a man who barely looks at you? To him I’m a ghost who shares the same house with him. We hardly talk and don’t sleep together anymore. At least, he gave me the master bedroom. He sleeps in the guestroom.”
“So why don’t you divorce him? You’re a beautiful woman, still young enough to find another man. I can recommend a good lawyer. He’ll make you a rich woman when you divorce Allan.”
“No, I won’t be rich. When we got married, Allan made me sign a prenuptial agreement, stating if I should ever leave him for any reason, I wouldn’t get a dime. He said he felt guilty for doing that, but his lawyer had insisted on it.”
“That sucks. How about if Allan divorces you? Or did you sign that away also?”
“Allan will never give me a divorce. He’s a good Catholic, you know.”
“Even good Catholics get divorced if they have a good reason. You’ll have to give him one. If you can get him to divorce you, we’ve got him by the balls. My lawyer will take him to the cleaners.” Camilla laughed merrily as if she had just told a joke.
‘What do you suggest I do?”
“That’s easy. Fuck every guy that wants you.” She laughed again. “If it gets known you’re available, they’ll be breaking down your door with their dick in hand.”
“You’re so crude.” Claire smiled. “Your idea sounds great, but I don’t believe Allan cares enough at this stage if I cheat on him or not.”
“It’ll be worth a try. If nothing else, you won’t be bored anymore, or lonely. And you’ll have fun doing it.”
“I don’t know. I’m not a prostitute.”
“You won’t be, because you don’t charge for it. That’s the beauty of it. You won’t be breaking any laws. This is a free country, Sweetheart. No woman has ever been charged for fucking a man for free.” She chuckled. “If you have doubts and want to protect yourself even more, my lawyer can hook you up with a judge. Once you fuck him, he’ll be putty in your hands.”
“Somehow that doesn’t feel right.”
“Why not? You’re not a blushing young virgin anymore. I know you love sex. How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“I was thirteen. It was with a boy who lived a few houses down from mine. We only did it once, but it awoke inside me a craving I needed to still. I was well developed for my age and finding willing older boys was easy, and they believed me when I told them I was sixteen.”
Carmen snickered. “I was the same age as you when it happened to me. Only the guy who introduced me to sex was thirty years old. You ever done it with a mature man when you were that tender age?”
“I found other girls, slightly older than me, who were also already into sex. We formed a secret ring and started having sex with older men. For money, of course. We used to hang out at the golf course where all the horny old geezers played golf, trying to get away from their wives. ‘My wife’s all dried up,’ more than one told me. ‘I still have lots of juice left in me’. And they usually did.” She smiled, thinking about good old Steffan and the others. Most of them were probably dead now.
“At sixteen, I became a cheerleader with the Rocktown Rockets and it was even easier then to find horny old men.” She laughed. “Sometimes I screwed two guys in a row. I was insatiable. Did I ever tell you I was engaged for about three years?”
Carmen seemed surprised. “Nope. This is news to me.”
“Well, I was. He was the captain of the Rocktown Rockets and as handsome as they come. I was nineteen when we got engaged. At twenty-one, I moved in with him. My parents didn’t approve, but I was old enough. They did accept it reluctantly, assuming Roy and I would get married anyway. It was a wonderful time in my life. I left him and all that a year later.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Somehow, I felt I needed more. Besides, I needed to get away. Too many men recognized me.”
“You said you’re not a prostitute. Didn’t you ever think you were one when you and your friends screwed all those old men? You did charge for it.”
“We did, but none of us saw anything wrong with what we were doing, and we were delighted to earn our own money in such an easy and pleasurable way. It allowed us to buy stuff, but that’s all behind me. I’m not proud of that part in my life.”
“That’s okay. I’m not judging. However, you shouldn’t have a problem doing it again. If you follow my advice things will work out.”
“How do you know all this?”
“How do you think I got my money? After three husbands I’m an authority.”
“You only went through two divorces. Your last husband, Frank, died while you were still married. He’s the one who left you all that money.”
“That’s true, but John and Frederick, my first husbands, paid me a bundle. I had enough to last me for the rest of my life already then. Frank was just the icing on the cake.” She heaved a little sigh. “Poor Frank. Rest his soul. He was the best of them all. I really loved him, even though he was old. He always told me I was oversexed and one day I would kill him with my passion. He was right.” She sniffed. “His heart gave out, but he died happy.”
“I won’t be so lucky. Allan is only thirty and as healthy as a horse. Besides, the whole idea won’t work. If I cheat on Allan and he finds out, he doesn’t have to divorce me, he can kick me out onto the street, without ever paying me a dime. I’ll be homeless with no income. I can’t marry another man, because I’m still married. And I really don’t feel like making a living as a prostitute.”
“You won’t have to. I’ll let you in on a little secret, girlfriend. A woman’s pussy is the greatest weapon ever created. Even the most powerful men will surrender to the sight and temptation of a pussy. With that thing between your legs, you can control any man to do your bidding.”
Claire sighed. “Not Allan.”
“How about Allan’s father? Is there any way you can lure him into your bed? He’s a man and not immune to the pleasures of the flesh. Let him see you naked. Pretend you’re drunk and sit in his lap. Give him a good view of your pussy and your tits and ass. Give him a lap dance if you must. He won’t be able to resist the siren call. Let him fuck you more than once. If you can manage that, you’ll have him eating out of your hand.” She giggled. “Your hand or anything else, if you know what I mean. Don’t give up. An opportunity will come along. You just have to recognize it and you will if you pay attention.” She let go of the wheel and lifted both hands into the air. “Life is beautiful. All you need to do is live it. And live it you will. We’ll make the best of today and enjoy every moment. Forget about Allan and let destiny take you by the hand.”
Claire laughed. “Better take the wheel into your hands or neither of us will live past today, my philosopher friend. I think you’re a little crazy, but I love you, anyway.”



EXTRACT FOR
Dark Path of Desire

(Herbert Grosshans)


Chapter One

Claire Belmont sat on one of the lounges on the patio behind her ten-million-dollar mansion and stared into the clear water of her heated pool. She felt restless, fidgety, and alone.
Allan, her husband, was out playing golf or doing who-knows-what with his buddies and probably wouldn’t be home for a couple of days. He did that a lot these days.
After his brother’s death, things changed between her and Allan. He used to be an attentive husband, but now he seemed cold and distant most of the time. They hadn’t had sex since the accident that took Andy’s life. He even blamed her for enticing Andy to go riding with her. Andy had loved horses and riding. Liz, his wife, did not share his passion, but Claire did. When Andy asked her to go riding with him, she accepted. They spent many afternoons riding their horses.
On the day of the accident, Claire challenged Andy to a race. During the race, their horses collided and Andy was thrown. He broke his neck and died on the scene.
Liz accused her of having had an affair with Andy. Something that wasn’t true. They had been good friends, nothing more.
She didn’t blame Allan for mourning his brother’s death. Losing a family member is always a terribly tragedy. It must be worse when it’s your twin. She missed Andy, too. He had been a fun-loving guy, always telling jokes, always in a good mood, the way Allan used to be.
How long does one mourn? Is two years too long or not enough? She was thirty and not getting any younger. Her sexual appetite had always been great. She needed to lie in the strong arms of a man and feel the touch of his hands on her breasts, on her belly and shudder beneath him as he gently caressed her pussy. There was no greater pleasure than the moment when he spread her thighs with his hand and guided his hard penis into her. Nothing could match the ecstasy she experienced when his manhood exploded inside her clutching pussy as she milked him until he was dry and limp.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she fantasized about it. It wasn’t only the sex she missed. She longed to be held, to be cuddled, to hear the loving words of a lover, to be kissed and to feel safe in his arms, to feel the gentle touch of his hand on her cheek. She didn’t remember the last time she shared a bottle of wine in an intimate setting with a man that loved her, or when she took a walk under the stars on a warm summer evening, his arm around her waist.
She was ripped out of her dark mood when the phone rang. It was her friend Carmen Garcia. “Hey Claire, do you feel like driving down to the ranch? Randy called. The horses are getting restless and need to be taken out for a ride. It’s a beautiful day, and there is nothing more exhilarating than sitting bare-assed on the back of a horse with your hair flying in the wind as you gallop down a lonely mountain trail.”
Claire chuckled softly. “Bare-assed, huh? First of all, that must be mostly uncomfortable and secondly, one of these days you’ll find your picture on some website featuring your bare ass among all those other nude girls.”
“Now who would take that picture? Come on, girlfriend, don’t be a spoilsport.”
“I’m never a spoilsport and you know it. Right now, I’m not in the mood for doing anything, but maybe it would do me good to get out a little. I feel as restless as the horses.”
“So, what are you waiting for? I’ll pick you up in forty minutes. Be ready.”
One thing with Carmen, when she said forty minutes, she’d be there. She didn’t disappoint this time, either. She pulled up in her convertible exactly forty minutes from the time she got off the phone.
Claire was ready. Dressed in her riding outfit, she sat on one of the planters edging her circular driveway.
As usual, Carmen’s long black hair hung unruly past her shoulders. Claire knew it covered the tattoo of a roaring lion in her neck. When Claire asked her once why a lion, Carmen had just smiled and said, “Why not?”
The lion may not be visible, but Carmen’s naked arms exhibited her other tattoos, as did the generous exposed part of her ample breasts. Claire could never understand why anyone as beautiful as Carmen would do that to herself and ruin her soft brown skin forever.
When not tanned, Claire’s skin was white and without a blemish. It was no accident. She took good care of her skin and body, spending thousands of dollars on beauty products and services. No tattoo on her arms or anywhere else on her body would ever destroy their nearly flawless condition.
Or maybe just a small butterfly in the small of her back. She could see herself getting one of those, but so far had never taken the step to do it. She had to admit, she was scared of needles.
Contrary to Carmen, Claire didn’t like to get her hair messed up. She knew Carmen would be driving with the top of her convertible down, so she had taken precautions and hid her blond hair under a baseball cap.
“Are you just going to sit there or are you coming?” Carmen called to her, beckoning with one hand.
“What’s the rush? The horses aren’t going anywhere.” She got up from her spot and walked to the car. Getting into the seat, she sighed.
“You seem so down. What’s the problem?”
“I’m bored.”
Carmen threw her a sidelong glance as she pulled out of the driveway. “That’s why I’m here to keep you busy and entertained.”
“And I appreciate it.” She put a hand on Camilla’s arm. “I’m grateful and lucky to have you as a friend.”
“I’m always there for you, but you know that.”
“I know, but I need more than just a good friend. I need the love of a man.”
“In other words, you’re horny. Well, then there should be no problem.” Camilla laughed. “Randy was wondering if you’d come along. I told him you would.”
“Randy is just a diversion. Somebody to scratch an itch. I need more than that.”
“What’s the story with you and Allan anyway? Has anything changed between you two? I still remember when you told me he was the man of your dreams and you’d always be in love.”
“That was four years ago. He was a different man then. The day Andy died, something died in Allan also. Sometimes I have the feeling he hates me.”
“Do you still love him?”
Claire shook her head. “How can you love a man who barely looks at you? To him I’m a ghost who shares the same house with him. We hardly talk and don’t sleep together anymore. At least, he gave me the master bedroom. He sleeps in the guestroom.”
“So why don’t you divorce him? You’re a beautiful woman, still young enough to find another man. I can recommend a good lawyer. He’ll make you a rich woman when you divorce Allan.”
“No, I won’t be rich. When we got married, Allan made me sign a prenuptial agreement, stating if I should ever leave him for any reason, I wouldn’t get a dime. He said he felt guilty for doing that, but his lawyer had insisted on it.”
“That sucks. How about if Allan divorces you? Or did you sign that away also?”
“Allan will never give me a divorce. He’s a good Catholic, you know.”
“Even good Catholics get divorced if they have a good reason. You’ll have to give him one. If you can get him to divorce you, we’ve got him by the balls. My lawyer will take him to the cleaners.” Camilla laughed merrily as if she had just told a joke.
‘What do you suggest I do?”
“That’s easy. Fuck every guy that wants you.” She laughed again. “If it gets known you’re available, they’ll be breaking down your door with their dick in hand.”
“You’re so crude.” Claire smiled. “Your idea sounds great, but I don’t believe Allan cares enough at this stage if I cheat on him or not.”
“It’ll be worth a try. If nothing else, you won’t be bored anymore, or lonely. And you’ll have fun doing it.”
“I don’t know. I’m not a prostitute.”
“You won’t be, because you don’t charge for it. That’s the beauty of it. You won’t be breaking any laws. This is a free country, Sweetheart. No woman has ever been charged for fucking a man for free.” She chuckled. “If you have doubts and want to protect yourself even more, my lawyer can hook you up with a judge. Once you fuck him, he’ll be putty in your hands.”
“Somehow that doesn’t feel right.”
“Why not? You’re not a blushing young virgin anymore. I know you love sex. How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
“I was thirteen. It was with a boy who lived a few houses down from mine. We only did it once, but it awoke inside me a craving I needed to still. I was well developed for my age and finding willing older boys was easy, and they believed me when I told them I was sixteen.”
Carmen snickered. “I was the same age as you when it happened to me. Only the guy who introduced me to sex was thirty years old. You ever done it with a mature man when you were that tender age?”
“I found other girls, slightly older than me, who were also already into sex. We formed a secret ring and started having sex with older men. For money, of course. We used to hang out at the golf course where all the horny old geezers played golf, trying to get away from their wives. ‘My wife’s all dried up,’ more than one told me. ‘I still have lots of juice left in me’. And they usually did.” She smiled, thinking about good old Steffan and the others. Most of them were probably dead now.
“At sixteen, I became a cheerleader with the Rocktown Rockets and it was even easier then to find horny old men.” She laughed. “Sometimes I screwed two guys in a row. I was insatiable. Did I ever tell you I was engaged for about three years?”
Carmen seemed surprised. “Nope. This is news to me.”
“Well, I was. He was the captain of the Rocktown Rockets and as handsome as they come. I was nineteen when we got engaged. At twenty-one, I moved in with him. My parents didn’t approve, but I was old enough. They did accept it reluctantly, assuming Roy and I would get married anyway. It was a wonderful time in my life. I left him and all that a year later.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Somehow, I felt I needed more. Besides, I needed to get away. Too many men recognized me.”
“You said you’re not a prostitute. Didn’t you ever think you were one when you and your friends screwed all those old men? You did charge for it.”
“We did, but none of us saw anything wrong with what we were doing, and we were delighted to earn our own money in such an easy and pleasurable way. It allowed us to buy stuff, but that’s all behind me. I’m not proud of that part in my life.”
“That’s okay. I’m not judging. However, you shouldn’t have a problem doing it again. If you follow my advice things will work out.”
“How do you know all this?”
“How do you think I got my money? After three husbands I’m an authority.”
“You only went through two divorces. Your last husband, Frank, died while you were still married. He’s the one who left you all that money.”
“That’s true, but John and Frederick, my first husbands, paid me a bundle. I had enough to last me for the rest of my life already then. Frank was just the icing on the cake.” She heaved a little sigh. “Poor Frank. Rest his soul. He was the best of them all. I really loved him, even though he was old. He always told me I was oversexed and one day I would kill him with my passion. He was right.” She sniffed. “His heart gave out, but he died happy.”
“I won’t be so lucky. Allan is only thirty and as healthy as a horse. Besides, the whole idea won’t work. If I cheat on Allan and he finds out, he doesn’t have to divorce me, he can kick me out onto the street, without ever paying me a dime. I’ll be homeless with no income. I can’t marry another man, because I’m still married. And I really don’t feel like making a living as a prostitute.”
“You won’t have to. I’ll let you in on a little secret, girlfriend. A woman’s pussy is the greatest weapon ever created. Even the most powerful men will surrender to the sight and temptation of a pussy. With that thing between your legs, you can control any man to do your bidding.”
Claire sighed. “Not Allan.”
“How about Allan’s father? Is there any way you can lure him into your bed? He’s a man and not immune to the pleasures of the flesh. Let him see you naked. Pretend you’re drunk and sit in his lap. Give him a good view of your pussy and your tits and ass. Give him a lap dance if you must. He won’t be able to resist the siren call. Let him fuck you more than once. If you can manage that, you’ll have him eating out of your hand.” She giggled. “Your hand or anything else, if you know what I mean. Don’t give up. An opportunity will come along. You just have to recognize it and you will if you pay attention.” She let go of the wheel and lifted both hands into the air. “Life is beautiful. All you need to do is live it. And live it you will. We’ll make the best of today and enjoy every moment. Forget about Allan and let destiny take you by the hand.”
Claire laughed. “Better take the wheel into your hands or neither of us will live past today, my philosopher friend. I think you’re a little crazy, but I love you, anyway.”