Whatever Your Heart Desires


By Cherysse St. Claire

 

Part 4

We spent the rest of that long weekend in Fantasyland. We shopped. We dined. We went out drinking and dancing, just us girls. Can you believe it? God, what a rush! We fucked; a lot. It was fast, furious, frantic. It was slow, soft, sensual. We did it everywhere in the house, over the hood of the car, in the changing room of the boutique where we were trying on clothes. I can hear the Blue Noses now. “They fucked? That’s it? What about making love, like responsible adults?” Honey, it was all about making love; everything we did in every moment of every day. I had fallen in love with Danny in much the same way five years before. Now, I had fallen in love all over again – with Danielle. You want to talk about magic?

I grudgingly granted her a few hours with Celine Thursday evening. On the one hand, I wanted her to learn to be all the woman she could be. The thought of Danielle committed full-time to this new and utterly erotic lifestyle kept me constantly wet. On the other hand, I was already wet. I had the ‘itch’, and needed her to scratch it. When I saw the results of that first lesson – the makeup and hair styling which she proudly admitted she had done herself – I was fervently thankful I had let her go, and that Celine was there to guide her. Even my lover’s voice sounded sultrier, sexier. She and Celine had obviously worked on that, too. I made her exclusively mine for the rest of the weekend.

Danni had to kick me out of bed Monday morning to get ready for work. I did not want to leave her! We split the difference; she showered with me. After the ‘sendoff’ she gave me under the jets of steamy spray, my morning coffee was almost superfluous.

We dressed together after. I lovingly laced her into her corset once again. In deference to my wishes, she donned stockings and high-heeled marabou mules, then a long. flowing peignoir and dressing gown, while I slipped into a blouse, ‘sincere suit’, and business pumps. There was something utterly erotic about this role reversal, having my sexy ‘wife’ see me off to work in the morning. For her part, she was taking to her new role as though she had been born to it. I didn’t want the weekend to be over.

“What will you be doing today, Wifey?”, I chirped brightly.

She smiled bemusedly, acknowledging her new status.

“I have an article to work on this morning,” she replied, “then will spend the afternoon with Celine.”

When I wrinkled my forehead in incomprehension, she giggled, threw her arms around my neck, pressed her body against mine and kissed me.

“It’s Monday, Silly. The salon is closed. The lesson will probably last all afternoon.”

I jumped at the opportunity.

“Why don’t I take you out for dinner then?”, I offered. “I’ll call you later and we can coordinate the time.”

Danni assented readily. I smiled and took her into my arms.

“Sweetie, I just wanted to ask. You are okay with all this, aren’t you? I mean, it’s all been so sudden - and so incredibly sexy….”

Danni blushed. The corners of her mouth twitched upward.

“It is overwhelming,” she acknowledged with a hesitant smile, “and kind of scary. Yes, I am ‘okay with it’, as you put it….”

Her smile broadened with that.

“I just never imagined you would be into something like this, let alone so strongly. You asked me to give it a fair chance and I will – just for you. My biggest worry is, what will become of us?”

I smiled and stroked her cheek softly.

“You don’t worry about that at all. Your only concern is making yourself gorgeous for me. I will take care of everything else.”

I kissed her softly on the lips to emphasize my point, then turned and walked out the door. I smirked as I strutted to my car. Just for ME, huh? You really don’t want to admit to me how much YOU want it, do you? In that case, you little minx, I really WILL take care of everything else.

***

      I called Danni’s cell at five o’clock. She told me she and Celine were just finishing up. I invited her to meet me at O’Malley’s for a drink. From there, we could decide where we wanted to go for dinner. She accepted, noting she hadn’t been sure how fancy a place I had had in mind, and that she had done the ‘sexy, sophisticated look’ for me. I replied I couldn’t wait to see.

O’Malley’s is an Irish pub not far from my office. It is a favorite after-work watering hole and sometime lunch destination for my co-workers and me. From my vantage point on the end of the first high-backed booth, I observed my sweetheart step through the door around five-thirty. Her smooth, feline strut oozed sensuality. She paused as her eyes adjusted to the changed light. I rose from my place and stepped forward to greet her.

We hugged and kissed each other lightly on the cheek. I gave her a very appreciative once-over and beamed my approval. ‘Sexy, sophisticated’ indeed! She had worn one of her new suits; charcoal with a subtle pin stripe. The fitted jacket had widely-spaced lapels and a peplum waist. The slim, tight-fitting skirt ended at mid-thigh. Her shapely legs were clad in sheer black stockings, ending in black patent pumps with five-inch heels. The black crepe blouse was undone to the “V” of the jacket’s lapels. The halves were spread, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage. Danni’s hair looked salon-fresh and as full and fluffy as it had the previous Wednesday. Her makeup was still provocative, but less dramatic than it had been the previous five days. Her look was that of a sexy young secretary who dressed for her boss’s pleasure rather than office decorum. How appropriate!

I took Danni’s hand in mine and led her back to our booth. As we rounded the corner of the high oak backrest, she froze in her tracks.

“Jackie, Beth, Gwen, may I present Danielle, the love of my life,” I purred.

I tightened my grip on Danni’s hand to prevent her from running away – or falling over in a dead faint. The introductions weren’t really necessary, of course. My husband had met Jackie and Beth, both fellow agents, and Gwen, our secretary, at various office parties and functions. When you work with a group of people long enough, you just know whom you can confide in and whom you can’t. Of our agency staff, these three were confidants and co-conspirators on all things personal.

They had all been out “catting around” with me in one nightclub or another in the past, not to mention frequent after-work “Happy Hour” excursions to this and other pubs. I knew the most intimate, detailed knowledge of their love lives; the who, what, when, and how many times. It wouldn’t have occurred to me not to share this momentous change in my love life with them as soon as I arrived at work that morning. I knew I could trust them to be ‘cool’ about it. When I invited them to join Danni and me for drinks, wild horses could not have kept them away.

‘Cool’ was an understatement. After the consensus “Oh, my GOD!”, all three piled out of the booth to get a better look, head-to-toe. Hugs and enthusiastic praise go a long way towards salving a bruised and fragile ego. After re-seating ourselves – Danni between Gwen and me, Jackie and Beth on the other side – and two rounds of drinks, my sweetheart felt a little more like one of the girls.

Naturally, the subject of Danielle and her ‘coming out’ dominated the conversation. There were a lot of questions, as I knew there would be. I hadn’t prompted any of it.

My office mates were naturally curious, yet sensitive to the impact of so emotional a subject on a girl who was ‘new to the game’. To her credit, and my unvoiced encouragement, Danni answered freely and frankly. I could tell she danced around certain questions – particularly about any attraction she might feel towards men. The important thing was, she was facing the issues and her own emotional responses to them – something she had to do if ‘Danielle’ was to grow as a person.

I made certain she and I went alone to the Little Girl’s Room to powder our noses. I knew she would have something to say in private, and had a firm idea what it would be.

She didn’t disappoint me.

“How could you do this to me?”, she burst out incredulously. “I almost died of shame!”

“Baby,” I responded, “it was never my intention to humiliate you. I can only say what I have said before; you have nothing to be ashamed of. You cannot hide in the closet forever. You have to get out, meet people, and let them meet you. You were fine with Lexi, Celine and the girls at the salon. You also had no problem with the people at the clubs we went to last weekend.”

“The clubs were different,” Danni retorted. “They were all strangers. These three have known me as long as you and I have been together.”

“That is exactly my point,” I replied. “These three do know you – as an intelligent, funny, warm, loving, caring, thoughtful human being. You are still that person. We just made the ‘packaging’ a bit more attractive. Our girlfriends are fine with that, just as Lexi and Celine are. They have been jealous as Hell of me all this time, jealous of the love I have. From what I can see, they are even more so now.”

“You could have warned me up front,” Danni reasoned, “so I could have been emotionally prepared.”

“I could have,” I agreed. “Would you have shown up?”

She just stared at me in the mirror as we freshened our lipstick.

“How will I ever be able to face them again as your husband?”, she sighed.

I held her close and smiled coyly.

“Why would I ever want you to?”

My sweet Danni sighed again in resignation.

“Do you have any more surprises for me?”

I shrugged my shoulders a bit and cranked my smile up a notch.

“The night is young and so are we.”

When we returned to the booth, the topic of conversation turned almost immediately to dinner. Five grumbling stomachs were not to be denied. Someone voiced a desire for Steak on a Stick and potato skins. In no time, we all adjourned to Friday’s. Jackie and Beth rode with me; Gwen accompanied Danielle. My two companions never shut up about my ‘new wife’. They remarked, as others had, how attractive they had always considered ‘Danny’ to be. Now, they couldn’t get over what a gorgeous female he – she – was becoming. They danced delicately around the subject of our sex life, wondering how far I intended to take Danielle’s transformation? I assured them that, whatever other changes she had in store for her, that would not be changing within the foreseeable future. I had been correct in my earlier assessment of them. At that moment, I could see they were beside-themselves envious of me.

The three of us arrived first and were seated immediately, much to our delight. That event is rare enough any time. It is doubly so on a Monday night during football season. Danni and Gwen arrived ten minutes later. Danni took her seat next to me and Gwen took the empty chair between Jackie and Beth. The conversation resumed where it had left off in O’Malley’s. I knew immediately something was wrong. I have always trusted my instincts and now they were sounding extra alarms. It wasn’t anything either one said, nor the way they looked at each other. Rather, it was the way they studiously avoided looking at each other that gave them away. It wasn’t hostility; I would have read that in their body language. This was something else.

The hackles on the back of my neck stood up. I knew Danni inside and out. I had never had to worry about ‘him’ cheating on me; he was devoted to me. Likewise, I didn’t expect ‘her’ to stray for the same reason. Then again, she was new to the game and an accommodating personality. I knew Gwen was anything but. She was a man-eater, a sexual predator with a taste for fresh meat. She seemingly changed lovers more often than she changed her mind – and loved to try new things. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who had made a play for whom on the way over.

I stared a hole through my spouse’s head. It didn’t take long for her to sense my gaze and meet it. Danni and I share that rare quality that one can tell with a glance what the other is thinking. She read my unspoken question with ease. My lover knew full well how I felt about her and other women. The little smile confirmed my suspicions. The almost imperceptible shake of her head bespoke: the offer had been graciously declined. Her leg pressed against mine, with her hand gently stroking my inner thigh, confirmed her allegiance. Damn, I loved her! I made a mental note; I would have to keep a closer eye on Gwen whenever Danni was around….

The partisan football crowd was getting rowdy. After a few more rounds, so were we. I wasn’t really surprised when we picked up an ‘escort’; five guys who graciously seated themselves with us, each gifting us with another round of whatever we had been drinking.

My girlfriends and I were used to this; it happened often when we were out together. Then again, this was the first time it had happened when my lover was with me – and she now had an admirer of her own!

Mine was a tall, seriously-muscled, towheaded hunk of manflesh named Ron Randall. He was a personal trainer (surprise!) at a local health club.  I made no attempt to hide my wedding band and he made no attempt to let it dissuade him. In the meantime, Danni was distracted by an equally-buff  (same occupation, same club) Terry Kennedy. Hmmm, a gregarious Irish lad, in search of a fair colleen. If he only knew…. Our three friends were similarly occupied. It was fun. It was flirtatious. We talked of football, movies, and of course, Real Estate (that was the salesperson in us). I would be lying if I said Ron wasn’t an attractive man – one that, under different circumstances, I wouldn’t think twice about having. Then again, Danni and Terry…. I thought briefly of the spur-of-the-moment spoken fantasy that had started us down this path. It was making me wet.

I could feel the tension rising from my other side. I had never experienced it before, yet I could sense its source – and cause. Beth glanced my way, then flicked her eyes towards Danni. She knew, too! Now we had a problem. I couldn’t indulge myself with Ron. There was the obvious reason, of course, but Beth and Jackie rode with me; their cars were back at the office. Gwen’s car was also parked in the company lot, but it was apparent she had found her flavor du jour and would likely not be riding back with Danni. Correction: Gwen would not be riding with Danni no matter what.

Jackie and Beth were both married but, like me, occasionally had fun on the side. I silently polled them, eye-to-eye, gauging their intentions. Both gave little shakes of their head. All for one; one for all. I glanced at Gwen, who was oblivious to everything but her guy. Well, almost all.

Luckily, the game turned into a blowout. We offered our excuses shortly after the beginning of the fourth quarter. There was no mistaking the look of disappointment in Ron’s eyes and three others’. Lucky Number Five was a different story. For no good reason, other than it’s what a salesperson always does, I gave Ron my business card.

“If you decide you’re in the market, call me,” I offered.

The corners of his mouth twitched upward a bit.

“I just might take you up on that,” he replied.

***

I dropped my co-workers off at the office, sticking around long enough to make certain their cars started and they got underway without incident. Then I drove straight home. Between my sexy banter with Ron and the occasional thought towards my ‘double-double’ fantasy with Danni and two guys (Ron and Terry? Ron and anybody else?), my panties were soaked. I could tell we would have to work on the trust issue a little more before that fantasy could be realized. My lover’s car was already parked in the garage. The house was dark but for the light streaming from our bedroom. This might require some damage control.

“Honey, I just wanted to say….”

WHAM!

My back hit the bedroom wall with enough force to knock the wind from me. The scent of Danni’s Obsession assaulted my senses, even as her lips assaulted mine. Instinctively, my legs encircled her waist even as my arms went around her neck. She speared my pussy with her eight-inch clit, driving the breath from me yet again and pinning me against the wall. In all the time we had been together, she had never, ever taken me with such force and passion.

My first orgasm exploded in less than a minute; my second, third, and fourth in less than five. I am not certain at what point I wound up on my back on the bed, nor when I rolled over on top, riding her clit. Finally, the individual bursts of bliss melded together into one continuous river of molten lava that burned through the night and seared my soul. Through all of it, she never said a word.

Finally, somewhere between midnight and dawn, she stopped - just as I was on the ragged edge of yet another giant climax. She was on an upstroke; her clit was thisclose to being withdrawn from my pussy altogether. I shrieked my displeasure at this despicable pause at exactly the wrong moment. Danni just gazed at me with placid eyes.

“You just wanted to say what?”

I glared at her with a look of pure venom.

“Never mind,” I hissed.

I dug my nails into her tush sharply and yanked with all my might, slamming her clit home in my snatch. That was all it took. I was falling again, and the bottom was nowhere in sight….

***

The weeks slipped away. Danni was in class with Celine Monday afternoons, plus Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Between corseting and weight loss (hey, how hungry are you when your stomach and other internal organs are being compressed four inches?), she had achieved a natural twenty-four inch waist. Her hips and tush had expanded to a mouth-watering thirty-six inches. Her luscious body rocked out in a skimpy bikini, not to mention her other fashions.

Lately, I had been giving serious thought to buying her a boob job. Her natural ones had swelled along with her beautiful bottom and her nipples had become erect and sensitive. It was a crime to cover them up with faux titties, but she looked so good as a really busty babe.

I had been giving a lot of thought to fulfilling that other fantasy. I wanted to see her with a man, to watch while he took her the way a man takes a woman – well, within the limits of her anatomy. I knew it would be a little tricky to find the right guy, but not impossible. In fact, I was really liking that scenario about two guys, taking Danni and me together.

All right, I admit it. I had been having thoughts about Ron Randall. What girl wouldn’t? He had been calling me regularly at work. It wasn’t about buying a house, either. I had flirted with him, letting him know the interest was there, but I wasn’t ready to see him – yet. I was feeling a little guilty about wanting to. That was a first for me. In the past, whenever I saw a guy that made me ooze, I just had him. It was harmless fun and didn’t hurt anyone. Even after I married Danny, my playing around on the side was never a threat to our marriage. Danny was the man I loved and I wasn’t going to toss him aside for a random hunk of beefcake.

The rules had changed and I had changed them. Now ‘Danielle’ was the love of my life. Even though I had convinced myself I was doing it for her, there had been a big, big dividend in it for me. Neither Danny nor Danielle had ever, ever cheated on me. She was, in fact, going to the most extreme lengths any person can to satisfy my ‘itch’. She was doing that to an extent I had never dreamed possible. Still, I was having a craving for a man – something I had taken away for ‘Danny’ to create ‘Danielle’. That was making me feel a little uneasy. I reasoned: if she could have a man with me, I wouldn’t have to feel guilty, would I?

But Danielle had yet to express the slightest interest in having sex with anyone but me, let alone a man. She could have had Gwen or Lexi in a heartbeat. Instincts or no, I might never have tumbled to it. Yet my lover had already refused one – and told me so - and would certainly refuse the other if the situation arose. This was frustrating. How do you convince someone to cheat, and that it wouldn’t be cheating if you were there with them?

The answer was, you don’t convince them; you seduce them. The next time Ron called, I set something up with him for the following Tuesday night. I told him my ‘roommate’ hadn’t gotten laid in a while and had just quit trying to find someone. I wanted him to bring Terry Kennedy over to our place for a ‘foursome’. I could almost envision his eyes glazing over at the prospect.

    When I hung up the phone I started making a mental plan. No one knew how to push Danni’s buttons better than me. She would come home from her Cosmetology lesson, and “the boys dropped by, just to be sociable, Sweetie. The least we can do is offer them a drink, right?” Once she was relaxed, I would start caressing her, then kissing her, ‘putting on a little show to make the guys jealous.’ Once I got her warmed up, it wouldn’t take any effort at all to get her into Terry’s arms – and me into Ron’s. I figured if we had all had a couple of drinks by then, Terry wouldn’t really mind about Danni’s secret, would he? Even if he did… well, I would figure something out.

The boys showed up at nine on the dot Tuesday night. I really like guys who care enough to be punctual. This was gonna be a great evening. Danni would get home around ten, so there was plenty of time. I showed Ron where the liquor was and told him to fix us a drink while I went into the kitchen to get the snack tray I had already prepared. Then, we settled down on the couch, got cozy, and waited.

The next thing I knew, it was late Wednesday morning and the telephone was chirping angrily in my ear. It was Gwen, wanting to know if I was okay; it wasn’t like me to be this late and not call in. I told her I was sick, and that I would have to call her back in a little bit. That hadn’t been a lie. My head was pounding. I felt like Death Warmed Over. My pussy and ass were so sore, they throbbed. What the Hell had I done the night before? I couldn’t remember a thing.

I stumbled into the bathroom and went potty. I wanted to go back to bed, but knew I had to get up. A good, long, steamy shower made me feel marginally better. I wrapped my terry robe around me and cinched the belt tight, then padded back into the bedroom. Where was Danni? I dimly remembered we had… company the night before. Ron and Terry. We were going to have a foursome. We had a drink, then sat down to wait for… A DRINK! I hurried to the living room. Nothing. I went into the kitchen. The three glasses were there, in the strainer. I snatched one up to the light and examined it. The glass was flawless; not a spot, streak – or fingerprint. I started to get a gnawing feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. Where is Danni?

I raced to her bedroom, the one she had never had occasion to sleep in. It had been my plan she would ‘break it in’ the previous night, along with Terry, after I had got the festivities off to a good start. Apparently, Ron and Terry had had an agenda of their own.

Danni’s bedroom was empty, the bed not even creased. Then where was she?

I went back into the living room, thoroughly disoriented. I just stood there for a moment, collecting my wits – or trying to. Something was trying to pierce the fog of my confusion, force its way to the front of my consciousness. It was… a sound, a subdued, high-pitched whine. I looked around the room and spotted the door to our home office open. As I made my way to it, the sound got louder. I finally recognized it as the sound of our computer’s hard drive in operation. Danni had left it on again?

No, it hadn’t been Danni. The computer was running all right. There was a new slide show in progress on the screen, starring me – having sex with Ron and Terry. I had been on my back, then on top, then on hands and knees, taking first one, then the other, then both at the same time. They must have used a digital camera on a tripod with remote release or timer. In each one of the pictures, my face was clear as crystal – and theirs were turned away from the camera or out of the frame. So, what had they dosed me with? GHB? X? Whatever it was, they had had a real good time, then expertly cleaned up after themselves. And I had just washed the remaining evidence down the shower drain. I smelled a well-rehearsed set-up. I knew instinctively I was not their first victim. Victim? I had invited them into my home with open arms. Those bastards! I felt so dirty.

Correction: our home. Where was my sweetheart? What had those rat fucks done with her? I was just reaching for the phone to call the police when something on the screen caught my eye. I had to wait for the sequence to cycle again. Then I saw it, in two different frames. Danni was standing in the bedroom door, watching what was going on. My two assailants had been so engrossed in me, they hadn’t noticed her watching all three of us.

Why hadn’t she said something, screamed, come to my aid? The sequence cycled again. I studied her image intently this time. The story was all there on the two frames. There were two very different expressions on my lover’s face. The first was wide-eyed astonishment. The second was… pure hate.

For the second time, a knot formed in my stomach. I hurried over to the dresser and opened her drawers, one by one. All empty. I dashed back to her bedroom to check her closet filled to the brim with the clothes we had purchased for her. There were about a half-dozen forlorn, empty hangers occupying otherwise barren racks.

She hadn’t known. She hadn’t realized the creeps had drugged me. After everything she had been through, everything she had done to please me, she had walked in, seen me fucking two of the guys we had met at Friday’s - on our marital bed - and thought…. Then again, she had a point, didn’t she? It wasn’t like I had been the model of a faithful spouse. I had invited them with the intent of having sex with them. Yes, I had intended for Danni to participate – but it hadn’t really been about what she wanted, had it? I hadn’t even told her about it. It was going to be a surprise….

I sat down hard on the closet floor, crossed my legs, planted my elbows on my knees, then buried my face in my hands. What had I done? I could picture the scene as clearly as day. She had quietly slipped into this room and closed the door, fuming in silent rage.

She had waited until they had finished with me and left. She had cleaned out her closet, then come into our bedroom to empty her dresser drawers – while I lay sprawled across the bed, not ten feet away, apparently sound asleep in post-orgasmic bliss.

She was gone. My attackers had had nothing to do with her disappearance; I had. I started crying and didn’t stop for hours.

 

End of Part Four

 

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