Chapter Two #4
Damnit, Nora thought. I want more. Aren’t I supposed to be the boss here?
Then she smiled to herself again. Don’t be impatient and greedy, girl.
Rolfie is doing just great without any instructions from you, so just enjoy.
The night is young. She purred with pleasure as his fingers kneaded her calf, and then began to massage her foot.
Why had she denied herself the delights of massage until now?
she wondered. Because Jeff wouldn’t have approved of a man massaging her, and he would have made suggestive remarks if she had a female masseuse.
He would have told her that a respectable woman didn’t do things like that.
Well, she wasn’t so sure of that, but now she had her fantasy, and oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Massages were wonderful.
Rolf had finished with one leg and began to work on the other. He was skillful, and he was efficient. When he had finished with her legs he said, “Over we go, sweetie,” and he helped her turn onto her stomach and get her face down into the headrest.
Nora felt the warm oil flowing onto her shoulders again, and she sighed appreciatively.
The gardenia fragrance was subtle yet haunting.
She absolutely loved it. It was definitely her scent, but next time she’d use the almond oil.
And was there such a thing as freesia oil?
She adored the smell of freesia. Rolf’s fingers dug into her flesh as he worked to massage the knots away.
The hands moved slowly down her back, smoothing away the tensions of twenty-six years of marriage to Jeffrey Buckley.
Nora suddenly realized that she didn’t care if he left her for another woman.
They had nothing in common anymore, if they ever did.
They had done what was expected of them in the time in which they grew up.
It was what their families wanted. What generations before them had done.
Jeff had chosen a respectable virgin several years his junior.
He wooed her, won her, and had then gone off to grad school and the military while she remained safe and loyal in her college dorm, studying diligently, and just waiting for the day when they would marry.
He could trust her to be faithful. Nora Edwards was what was known in their youth as a good girl.
And after their marriage came the house, the two children, and the membership to the right country club.
And while she remained at home raising the children, and making it all perfect for him, and Jeff made a great success of his career.
The golden boy became a partner within five years of joining Coutts and Wickham Advertising.
With each success he had made it his goal to top himself in the next campaign for the next client.
He had quickly grown away from the wife he had so carefully chosen, the two children he had sired.
Work and other women became the most important things for Jeff Buckley.
And she had never noticed because she had been so busy with Brownies or Boy Scouts; Little League or soccer; Sunday school or the church choir.
Nora had taken pride in her children because Jeff never discussed his work with her.
Work and Nora were two different things in his mind.
So she had focused on their children, who needed her, especially as their father came home less and less.
Now Nora Edwards Buckley, who had graduated summa cum laude with a degree in English literature, was suddenly forced to face the fact that she had no husband and no life.
What the hell was she supposed to do with the rest of her life?
She wasn’t fit for anything. Not in this new century with all its technology.
A degree in English lit with a minor in home ec.
What the hell had she been thinking? But how could she have known it would end up this way?
She had no teaching skills. But she didn’t want to teach.
No computer skills, but she would need them now.
Whatever happened with Jeff, she had to make a new life for herself.
Hell, she wasn’t fifty yet. Close, but not there yet.
No one retired at sixty-five anymore. Not if he or she could help it.
She wasn’t brain-dead. She could work twenty or more years, have a nice little 401(k) and collect her own Social Security.
She could build a separate investment portfolio as well.
She could do a lot of things if she could just get her act together and decide just what it was she really wanted to do.
“You’re thinking again,” Rolf chided, giving her butt a smack. “This is supposed to be relaxing for you, sweetie.”
“I’m trying to figure out my future,” Nora told him.
“Carla and the girls are right. I have to make a life for myself. Rina’s probably right too.
Jeff is going to dump me. Besides, I have to be someone other than his wife and my kids’ mother.
I have to find me again. I know I’m there somewhere, Rolfie. What do you think?”
“I think you’re a very smart lady, Nora,” he replied as he kneaded her buttocks. “You just need a little time to figure it all out. You need to restore that confidence you once had before you met Jeff. You don’t need a man to take care of you, sweetie. You can do it yourself.”
“Yep, Rolfie, but I still need time. I wonder if I’m going to get it. I guess the first thing for me to do is take a computer course, but the high school adult ed doesn’t kick in until autumn. Still, that’s the logical place for me to start, isn’t it?”
“You’re thinking again,” Rolf said. “This is supposed to be relaxing for you.” He was massaging her buttocks now, and the heel of his hand slipped deeply between the twin halves of her ass.
Nora caught her breath as he rubbed her. “I’m thinking about my future,” she told him. A single finger was now gently rubbing at her anus. She tensed, but when he did nothing more than continue to rub her there, she began to relax a little bit.
“That’s better,” he said softly. The oily finger pushed itself one joint into her ass.
Nora gasped, and tensed again.
He bent and kissed the back of her neck, whispering, “Not yet, Nora, but one day that sexy little ass of yours is going to take my cock. You’ll like it, I promise.”
“Will I?” Her voice was tight.
“Yep, you will,” he promised. Then he removed the invading digit, and smoothed his hand over her butt. “All done now, sweetie.”
She drew a long breath, feeling a strange loss as the finger had been withdrawn. She had never considered anal sex, or had she? How much of what was happening came from her subconscious, and how much was just spontaneous? “All done?” she repeated. “I don’t think so, Rolfie,” she told him boldly.
Rolf was at one of the sinks washing his hands. He laughed. “I can see you are a very bad girl, Nora. I really do believe you need a good spanking. That cute little ass is just begging for it, I’m thinking.”
“Kyle,” Nora called. “Rolfie wants to spank me. Then I think he’s going to fuck me.
Come and watch like a good boy, darling.
” Good Lord! A couple of delicious bangs and an erotic massage, and she was talking to these two men as she had certainly never talked to any man.
But Carla always said men loved it when a woman talked dirty to them.
She really couldn’t believe herself. She suddenly felt strong. Maybe she always had been.
Kyle stood in the bathroom door. He was handsome in a rough-hewn, almost barbaric way.
Her eyes couldn’t help but go to his male member.
It was so wonderfully big, and so deliciously talented.
His eyes were still jealous as he spoke.
“You probably do deserve a spanking, Nora. I’ve never known a hotter little bitch than you.
If you’re through, Rolf, we can all adjourn to the bedroom. ”
They helped her from the massage table, and led her back into the bedroom. There was a roll-armed love seat in a seating area before the fireplace. They brought her over to it, bending Nora over one of the arms.
“Are you going to tie me down?” she teased them.
“A couple of good smacks shouldn’t bother you, baby,” Rolf said, “but Kyle will be kneeling on the love seat and holding your shoulders down for me,” he told her as Kyle knelt on the silk cushion before her, his groin at eye level.
Rolf delivered the first smack on her round bottom, causing Nora to squeak with surprise, for she hadn’t been expecting it quite so soon.
“Just a few little love taps to warm you up, Nora,” he told her.
His hard hand descended again, and again, and yet again.
“Ohhh!” she squealed, but strangely it didn’t really hurt.
Rolf’s big wide palm just stung. She began to feel a rather sensuous and delicious warmth spreading across her buttocks, not to mention a faint tingling in her sexual organs.
And then came the startling knowledge that she liked it.
God! Her conscience kicked in. What kind of a pervert was she that she liked this tender abuse?
She wiggled her bottom at him, and his hands grasped her hips to steady her.
He leaned over, murmuring hotly in her ear, “I am so hot for you, Nora. I’m going to fuck you now, sweetie. ”
“Where?” The words were out of her mouth before she knew it.
He chuckled, and dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck. “You’re not ready for that yet, but I suspect we’ll get to it eventually. Right now I’m going to stuff your cunt, and you’re going to love it.”