Whatever Your Heart Desires Ch. 04
Keywords: Heart, 04, Ch., Your, Whatever, Desires,
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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 Danni and I 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. I thought back to her unspoken, yet heated response to my flirtations with Ron. "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. I never broached the subject with him. I didn't want to flaunt it in his face. I just made it up to him in other ways.
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" satisfying me, to an extent I had never dreamed possible. Still, I was having a craving for a "man" – something I had taken away from '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?
If I worked this right, our little group could, become a force to be reckoned with! Not to mention, with the mutual support and unfailing love we will have, none of the inner circle need ever worry about being stabbed in the back by the others, there would be no reason to turn on the others, to do so would hurt yourself, possibly more than anyone could bear.
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Keywords: Heart, 04, Ch., Your, Whatever, Desires,