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You Belong To Another
by Blujdj (dendy_ellis@yahoo.com)
edited by Pete

***

Candace, a sexy 45 year old divorcee, moves to a small 
Texas town from New York. This story spans several 
weeks. It deals with her job, her adjustments to single 
life and with the eventual adultery with her boss's 
husband. (MF, cheat, work, affair)

***

It's February 21, 1993. My watch says I am thirty 
minutes late for my interview. I look at myself in the 
window of the dress shop and thought, "Not bad." Not 
bad at all for a forty five year old mom of four kids 
and a grandmother of two. I've lost ninety seven pounds 
and my size ten jeans feel so damn good. I feel sexy 
and young when I wear my jeans.

My weight a year ago was out of control and it took two 
car wrecks and a divorce to drop the pounds off. Still, 
I wasn't skinny, but I was proud of the weight I had 
lost and now in the window I see a different person. I 
love the comments from people I don't know, like, "You 
could pass for a thirty year old." My hair, I dyed back 
to the color I had when I first met Ron and it was 
really light. I just have to find out if green eyed 
blondes have more fun like I have always heard. I bet I 
can in this west Texas town.

My divorce became final today. I was married for twenty 
seven years. Ron, a drowning, abusive, alcoholic didn't 
want to be saved. It was time to let him drown before 
he took me with him. I couldn't do it anymore and the 
beatings were repeated way to often. Now here I am, at 
my job interview in Odessa, Texas.

I was living in New York City. My best friend Carla, 
told me her sister Deann was the owner of a dress shop, 
and would help me, but she told me to be careful as she 
was known to be a gossip, a back-stabber, and that is 
why Carla couldn't stand her. She never really said too 
much about Deann's husband, Sean Michael. Yet, I had 
made this decision to completely start over and I would 
use whatever and whoever, even Deann if I must, to get 
the life I now needed. If I really was through with 
Ron, it was now or never.

Two weeks here in Odessa and I still don't know anyone. 
Well, I know the lady at the corner seven eleven, but I 
don't remember her name. And I know the maintenance 
man, Jack. My key broke off in the lock the first night 
I was here and he spent three hours trying to fix it. 
Between the two of us we smoked a pack and a half of 
cigarettes and finished off a twelve pack of Coors 
Light. He was nice and finally had me in my apartment 
by three in the morning.

He kept asking, "Are you sure you won't go out on a 
date with me?" Since I really didn't know him that 
well, I told him my fiancé would be coming to join me 
here in a few months. He was nice, but not that nice. I 
just couldn't get over all this flirting and attention 
I was getting.

It made me feel good and I didn't feel ugly as I always 
had with Ron. Yes, it is definitely a big change from 
New York. Carla told me Odessa was one of the 
friendliest places she had ever been. Everyone I have 
met proved this to be true. I like this place, the 
people, their way of speaking, and even the way they 
all wave as they pass you in their vehicles, even 
though they haven't a clue as to who the hell you are.

I walked inside the dress shop and up to the counter. I 
recognized one of the sales ladies to be Deann from the 
photo that Carla gave me. Before I could say anything, 
Deann eyed me up and down, and said, "Hi there."

She had the most annoying, whiney voice. She was from 
Texas alright, and you could hear that in her slang. A 
very small, skinny woman, with no breasts, the longest 
fingernails I had ever seen, and mousy brown hair. Her 
best feature would have to be her icy blue eyes. They 
were kind eyes though, but she has got to be wearing 
contacts, I thought to myself. 

I almost laughed out loud, at that voice, those nails, 
and how she might sound to her husband, Sean Michael. I 
could just hear her, especially early in the morning, 
and being woke up to that whine. She was a person I 
would not pick to strike up a conversation with, and I 
had certainly never had the misfortune of being flat-
chested.

My 40 DD's with my light blonde hair, had already 
turned a few heads in the short time being here. I then 
said confidently, in my most professional New York 
tongue, "Hello, my name is Candace."

She looked at me very snobbishly, and replied, "Candy, 
I knew it was you the minute you came in the store." Oh 
my God, she called me Candy! No ever one calls me 
Candy! Not even my best friend! Not even my ex! Not 
even my own mother! "Ah-hem, excuse me, it's Candace," 
I proudly said. "I'm sorry not to have called you, but 
I have been so busy trying to get moved in and 
settled."

She leaned in toward me and in a whisper said, "I know 
all the spots and I know all the spots on the spots. 
Don't worry, I am here for you. Just tell Deann, and 
you'll have it in a snap." And she snapped her long 
fingers, almost pricking my nose with her two inch 
nails.

I replied, "Well, thank you, I do appreciate all the 
help you and your husband have given me."

I truly meant that, because when I got here, my 
apartment was waiting, and ready for me to furnish, and 
she gave me this job, so I really should stick it out 
since I have no other options. Still standing close, 
she again whispered, "You start to work on Monday at 
8am and this Friday, we're having a small dinner party 
and I insist that you come." I smiled and thought, Oh 
God, do I have to? She just looked at me said nothing. 
I finally said, "Thank you, I'd love to come."

We said goodbye and just before I got to the door to 
leave, Deann yells, "Oh, Candy, Friday, and seven 
sharp!" I turned and waved, not showing the anger for 
her calling me that name again and said, "Gotcha." I 
walked out, got in my car, and drove to my new home. I 
was so relieved that part was over. I could only wonder 
what her husband was like. That poor man.

I woke up early Friday to get an early start for the 
party. Some of my best dresses were still packed away 
and I had to go through them to find the right one. I 
literally had to kick my ass to get it out bed. It had 
been a long and stressful two weeks. I had tried to put 
up some of my things, but I was having some trouble 
getting used to this time change. I even went to buy 
some decorations, yet I just couldn't bring myself to 
do them. 

Then Ron called four days in a row on my cell, wanting 
to know why I hadn't called him to give him my address. 
I lied and told him I had been under the weather. I 
didn't want to tell him I was enjoying the peace and 
quiet. I didn't tell him about my job, or my hair. I 
didn’t tell him what I was really thinking, "Leave me 
the fuck alone!" He never will need to know a damn 
thing about me again.

Looking in the mirror, the popular title, "Little Black 
Dress," fit me well. It was leather, very low in the 
front, and revealed my deep cleavage. It had cut outs 
to reveal my sides, and was about mid thigh. I laughed 
to myself thinking about Carla. She was always saying 
she wished she had a pair of legs like mine. 

My long blonde hair, I decided, was to be left as it 
was, loose. Yes, I felt loose tonight and wanted to 
appear that way. I slipped on my three inch "Fuck Me" 
black high heels, grabbed my black sequined bag, and 
headed out the door deciding to forget New York and 
that low life son of a bitch I had wasted my life on.

I pulled up in front of the gates to the address Carla 
had given me. She told me she would pick me up, but I 
really didn't want to be in a position of not being 
able to leave if I needed to. So, I felt somewhat at 
ease knowing I could go home at anytime. I couldn't 
believe Deann's home was so huge. 

The long drive to the front was a scenic one. Large 
trees and shrubs, flowers of every color, a pond with a 
small bridge built over it, stone statues, almost 
making it have a cemetery look to it. I laughed aloud 
as I passed a statue of Jesus with his hand upon the 
head of a small child. What was this woman trying to 
portray? Where did she get all this money? True, she 
owned a dress shop, but her husband Sean was a 
photographer. In my mind, that couldn't pay for all of 
this. One or the other has to have a rich Daddy. 
Probably Deann.

Still grinning as I parked my car, I checked myself in 
the mirror, reapplied my lip liner and lipstick, took a 
deep breath, and got out to fix my dress. My black bag 
slipped out from under my arm, fell on the brick drive, 
my lipstick and liner rolled out, and there lay my hand 
mirror, right side up. Thank goodness it was not 
broken. 

How lucky I was, I thought as I bent down to pick up 
the contents and the bag. I looked under the car and 
didn't see the lipstick. "Oh great," I said aloud. I 
stood up and found myself staring at a man with the 
most handsome face and chocolate brown eyes I had ever 
seen. His hair was light brown with a little grey at 
his temples. "You must be Candy," he said with a grin.

As he leaned on top of the car with his hands folded, I 
noticed the lost tube of lipstick tucked within his 
long fingers of his right hand. I grinned back and 
said, "Candace is the name and you have my lipstick." 
His grin went into a full blown smile, showing straight 
white teeth. Full lips gave way to a slight curl in his 
smile as he replied, "It seems I have been misinformed 
again. I was told your name was Candy, but she never 
mentioned you were this beautiful."

I blushed and said, "We must be talking about Deann," 
and under my breath followed with, "I don't suppose she 
wouldn't inform you."

He looked at me puzzled and said, "What was that 
Darlin'?"

"Oh, I said shyly, my lipstick must have rolled under 
the hood."

He laughed and said, "Well I found it for ya and by the 
way, my name is Sean. I'm Deann's husband."

I watched him as he rose to his full height. He was 
about six feet tall and as he came around the car, I 
was not prepared for just how good looking he was. My 
heart was racing as he said, "Well, now that we got 
that out of the way, let's go and introduce you to 
everyone else. You do know that Carla is here?"

"Yes, I am looking forward to seeing her. I haven't 
seen her since last year." I had told Carla about my 
weight loss and I hoped she would recognize me, I 
thought as we walked up to the house.

I could smell his cologne and it really rocked my 
senses. Stop it Candace, I said to myself. He is 
married! I thought how odd a couple he and Deann made 
and what in the world had attracted him to her in the 
first place? He had a deep sexy voice, but not the 
Texas twang as Deann, although, grinning as I thought, 
he did call me ‘Darlin’. 

We approached the large white pillars in front and he 
respectfully opened the door for me. The peach and rust 
Terrazzo floor spread out to the spiral staircase that 
led up, I presumed, to the bedrooms. To my left looked 
like a library, to the right, he was guiding me to a 
large room filled with guests. We entered and I 
immediately recognized that voice I so dreaded to hear. 
It was Deann whining "Candy, Candy." She threw her arms 
around me and gave me a wet kiss on my cheek.

Thank God I brought my car, I thought, mentally patting 
myself on my back. "Oh, I see you've met Sean Michael," 
Deann said.

Smiling, I said, "Yes, I have."

Proudly she replied, "Well, I told him to get his butt 
outside and watch for a blond with big hooters." Oh my 
God, she didn't just say what I thought she said! I 
wanted to turn and leave right then and go put on a 
turtleneck! But I just put on my best smile and 
pretended I didn't hear that comment.

The next thing I knew, Carla was by my side greeting me 
with a big hug and whispering in my ear, "Shit, you 
look so good !" "Damn good thing I am not a Lesbian !"

Then she said, "Told Ya about Deann."

I looked at her smiling and said, "Duh!" Carla had been 
my best friend for twenty three years and helped me 
through my divorce. She was about my height, deep 
auburn hair, and had always been smaller in weight than 
I. She had four children, almost the same ages of my 
own.

We had even been pregnant the same time twice together. 
We didn't plan that, it just happened that way. 
Whenever we were out together we always got looks from 
people like, "Wow, a blond and a redhead." They didn't 
know the bond we had and to see her now was like a cool 
drink on a hot day.

The night was spent with introductions to all the 
important people from Odessa. I met the Mayor and his 
wife, several lawyers, rich oil men, snobby wives, and 
many influential residents. Really though, no one there 
seemed to be a real close friend of Deann. Sean hung 
around the men and fit in well. Deann spent most of her 
time stopping quickly to make small comments on this 
and that, then to give orders to her servants. Poor 
people, I thought, having to take orders from that 
voice.

The party started to break up by ten and I was so glad 
to say goodnight. Both Sean and Deann walked the final 
guests to the doors and we all said goodbye. I didn't 
realize I was parked right next to Carla and we both 
agreed we needed a nightcap so we headed to a bar that 
she said was a lot more fun than where we had just 
been.

We pulled up to the bar called "Basin Nights" that was 
a popular Karaoke bar in Odessa. I realized my bag was 
missing. I had left it at Deann's house and Carla said 
it would be on me the next time we got a wild hair to 
do this. So, I decided I would tell Deann at work and 
hopefully she would bring it to me as I had plenty of 
makeup and I had no intentions of ever going back to 
her house again if I could get out of it. 

We didn't sing at the bar, although the DJ wanted us 
too, but we did have a blast flirting and dancing with 
all the sexy good-looking Cowboys. One in particular, 
wanted me to go to breakfast with him. No, no, I 
thought. "Too soon for me," I told him. Carla and I sat 
there drinking until two in the morning, talking about 
the good, the bad, and ugly of our lives.

Divorce had been the best decision for us both. She had 
been divorced for five years and still single. I was 
celebrating mine right there and celebrating hard. When 
I started to cry, I knew she was right in telling me we 
needed to go to Pojo's. It was an all night cafe, right 
up the street, and coffee sounded wonderful. We sat for 
two more hours and finally I was sober enough to drive 
home alone.

As I opened my hung-over mind and eyes, I was so happy 
it was Saturday instead of Monday. What was I doing 
trying to drink as much as I did last night? A shower, 
a hot shower, that's what I needed. I stayed in the 
bathroom, letting the hot water pound on my head until 
it ran cold. I tried to fix me an egg sandwich but when 
I cracked the egg, I almost gagged. So, I opted for two 
peanut butter crackers. I lived on those when I was 
pregnant and my kids loved them too. I don't have to 
wonder why.

The weeks flew by and my job was so easy. I loved 
putting jewelry and dresses on the mannequins, fixing 
their hair with color coordinating hats and shoes, and 
posing their skinny cold bodies. But every day, I still 
had to deal with Deann and that voice.

It was worth it though, as I received many compliments 
from all the customers for my display windows. And 
believe it or not, I soon got a raise after only six 
weeks of being there. Deann said I was the best 
employee she had ever had. It was about this time, that 
one night; I was told I had to close up. Deann felt I 
was ready, and even though I was a might leery, I 
accepted. I fell into it quickly and even took the time 
to get my displays ready for the next day. I could do 
this full time if I were owner of my own shop. 

Someday I will do this, I promised myself. 

I gathered up my purse and I turned around making sure 
everything was ok and it all looked so good. I was 
proud of myself and you could see the big smile on my 
face all the way to my car. I was digging in my purse 
for my keys when a car pulled up beside me. I heard a 
familiar voice say, "Hi Darlin'." 

I quickly turned around to see Deann's husband, Sean, 
grinning at me with those dark brown eyes making my 
stomach whirl with flutters. I grinned back and said, 
"Hi, what are you doing here?"

He just kept on grinning as he extended his right arm 
out the window, holding my black handbag in his long 
fingers that I had left at his and Deann's house, and I 
reached to grab it. He quickly pulled it back to him 
and that little curl on his lip raised up giving him an 
evil smirk as he said, "It's gonna cost you Darlin'."

Oh no, a player, not him, I thought. I can't believe 
Sean would be like this. He was so nice the first time 
I met him and I never would have figured him to be a 
man like this. Before I could answer, he said, 
"Candace, I only want you to have a cup of coffee with 
me. Deann told me to bring this to you. I really think 
it was an excuse to be sure you were closing up the 
shop the right way, her way. "Don't think I am trying 
to pick you up or that I have other intentions. It's a 
cup of coffee? OK?"

I didn't have time to think this one over and it had 
been a long day. I unhesitatingly answered, "That would 
be real nice, but I would really like to take my car."

I was at least thinking a head again, to have a way out 
of a sticky situation, if it happened to come along. He 
said, "Sure Darlin', you follow me."

I followed him up the street to I-Hop and we went 
inside and we sat down in the very back, in the smoking 
section. There were only two tables with customers and 
I was glad too, as I still felt uneasy being with him 
alone. He took two cigarettes, lit them, and handed me 
one. The conversation at first was about me and how 
good Deann said I was doing. Next we talked of how much 
of a change it was being here in Texas, and that I 
really liked the changes. Then it went to his business 
he was in, a photographer, and how much he loved taking 
pictures as well as collecting. Then he shocked me by 
saying, "I would really love to take a photo shoot of 
you."

I said, "Me? I wouldn't make a good subject and I 
couldn't be patient long enough for you to complete 
it." "Oh come on," he said, "I really want to do this 
with you. The first time I saw you I was blown away. 
You have such interesting features, quite beautiful, if 
I may say so?" 

I was blushing and the heat was in my cheeks, not to 
mention other places in my body I didn't even want to 
think of. Was this a come on or was I just being my 
usual paranoid self? Again, I didn't have time to think 
about this one, or maybe I didn't want to take the time 
to think about this one. I wondered when and where this 
was going to happen, as he lit my second cigarette.

Curiously I asked, "So where is this supposed to take 
place?"

He said, as he lit his cigarette, and a sparkle in 
those drop dead gorgeous brown eyes, "My studio is 
right around the corner from Deann's shop and you can 
come by every night after work, or when it's convenient 
for you. However long it takes to get it completed 
Darlin' is entirely up to you. The more time you give 
me, the quicker I will work to complete it."

I didn't know what to think about all of this, but I 
shyly answered, "Ok, I'll do it."

We sat there for a fifth refill of coffee and another 
cigarette working out all the details of this shoot. He 
suggested what I was supposed to wear and what 
backgrounds and themes he wanted to use to compliment 
my hair and skin color. Dark colors would be best he 
said, to bring out my sea green eyes. 

Oh my God, he noticed my eyes. That made me wonder what 
else he had noticed. Stop it Candace, I told myself. He 
is married, very married. Then he shocked me again by 
asking, "Have you ever thought about posing nude?" Oh 
Shit, there it is, I thought, the come on. He evidently 
read the surprise in my expression again for he quickly 
replied, "Candace, will you please stop thinking I am 
coming on to you? I am a Photographer. We all ask this 
question, Darlin'."

I looked away and felt embarrassed that he could read 
me so easily. Damn him, I thought. How can he do that? 
He is way too perceptive of me, and he doesn't even 
know me! So I looked right into his eyes to try to 
convince him, and said, "Will you stop saying you know 
what I am thinking? You do not even know me, and you 
certainly don't have a clue as to what I am thinking. 
So, stop it, please? And no, I have never thought about 
posing in the nude and I don't want to."

I looked down and into my cup of coffee, hoping I had 
been convincing. He grinned, showing those straight 
white teeth and said, "Ok Darlin', it's all set."

He handed me his business card and without looking, I 
slipped it into my cigarette case. Then he continued, 
"How about tomorrow night we start this rodeo?"

I couldn't help but grin back after that cute question. 
I answered with something I have never before said in 
my life, yet in a low voice so no one could hear, "Yee 
Haw," and felt like a total dumbass for saying it. He 
really laughed then.

We finished our coffee and he walked me to my car and 
as we were saying goodnight, he took my hand and kissed 
the top of it. Before I could say a word, he said, 
"Candace, it was only a gesture from a gentleman to a 
Lady."

I told him thank you, sat down in my car, looked up at 
him. He was so handsome and so tall standing there. I 
really didn't want to go, but I said goodnight and went 
home, trying to figure out if I had done the right 
thing by agreeing to this arrangement.

I had to close up again that next night. I got the 
feeling Deann was not feeling well when she asked me to 
close up shop at lunch break. I was right, for in her 
usual whiney voice, she said, "Candy, if it's not too 
much to ask, could you close up the shop again tonight? 
I'm gonna go home early. I am just not feeling well at 
all and these damned headaches I've been having are not 
getting any better." I could have corrected her again, 
for the hundredth time, but I just said, "Sure sweetie, 
I'll take care of everything."

Then she asked if I would open in the morning, that she 
had a doctor's appointment and wouldn't be in until the 
afternoon. I again told her I would and anytime she 
needed me I would be here for her. She hugged me so 
hard and dug her two inch nails into my back. I just 
smiled and went right back to work. Later that evening, 
while finishing out the register, I remembered the 
business card Sean had given me. I took it out of my 
cigarette case and it read, "Sean Michael's 
Photography." 

According to the address, he was right in the courtyard 
of the shopping complex, four doors up from Deann's 
shop! I was so surprised, thinking, he was that close 
and never came into the shop in the two and a half 
months I had been working here. What kind of 
relationship did they have? Oh well, it was none of my 
concern, I decided. So I called him and he said tonight 
was perfect and to come on over. His voice was so sexy. 
I have got to quit thinking of things like that.

It was dark outside, but I was within walking distance 
and even though the front of his studio was dark, I 
knocked on the glass door. I noticed in the moonlight a 
doorbell with a sign above it that read, "After Hours -
- Ring Bell." So, I rang the bell. From a long hallway, 
in the far back, I saw a light come from a door being 
opened and I recognized his tall figure as he came to 
unlock the front door. I walked in and he said, "Well, 
I thought you had decided to do a no show."

I replied somewhat snottily, "I always keep my 
appointments. You know I had to close up? I am just a 
little late."

He smiled in the dark, showing his straight white teeth 
from the illuminating lights in the back and said, 
"Good," follow me. Be careful, I have to keep the 
lights off in the front so no one will bother me when I 
am working late." He held out his soft, smooth hand to 
guide me and I gave him mine. 

I followed him to the very back of the building and 
into a large room. It was definitely a photographer's 
studio. Wide pieces of material of different types and 
colors lay in piles on the floor, lighting equipment, 
and a long table in the corner with scented candles. 
Curiosity got the better of me and I asked, "What are 
the candles for?"

He answered quickly, sounding prepared, "That's for the 
nude models." Opening my mouth to speak, he 
interrupted, "Candace, it's all in the lighting, 
Darlin'. Don't worry yourself. Remember, you don't pose 
nude."

"Umphhhh," I thought. He is too smooth. I bet he has 
all kinds of women coming here late at night. No wonder 
he doesn't go see Deann at the shop! He broke my train 
of thought with, "The dressing room is back in the 
right corner behind the black curtain."

I walked to the back with my duffle bag I had packed 
that morning with about six different outfits inside. 
Sean told me to bring a swimsuit, a sexy dress, the 
black one I wore when he first met me, which surprised 
me that he remembered. I got so flustered; I grabbed 
all those things, plus a nighty. After getting behind 
the curtain I asked, "What do you want me in first?"

He answered back, "You pick."

So I put on the "Little Black Dress." When I walked 
out, he said grinning, "I was hoping you would pick 
that." Oh God, my face had to be red because it was on 
fire! I just walked to the chair sitting in front of 
the lights and sat down. Sean was adjusting the 
lighting, which seemed to take forever. I must have 
crossed my legs ten times while squirming in that 
chair. 

Finally he walked over to the table behind him, picked 
up my cigarette case, lit two cigarettes, and came back 
over to me and handed me one. He looked at my legs and 
said, "Uncross your legs, smoke your cigarette, and 
then I want the pins out of your hair." I had put it up 
that morning to keep it out of the way and now it would 
be all wavy. 

All I could say was, "Ok." I was so thankful for the 
smoke. God I was nervous and I didn't know why. But, as 
usual, he picked up on it. He put his hand on my 
shoulder and said, "Come on now Darlin', it's just me 
and you. We're going to take some pictures. That's 
all."

Oh, but my mind and body wanted more, much more. He 
took me smiling, not smiling, my legs crossed, and my 
legs uncrossed. After shooting me in the dress, we did 
the pajamas, and the one piece swimsuit. I thought we 
were about through, as we were already almost an hour 
into the shoot. Then he stopped, lit two cigarettes, 
handed me mine and said, "What else did you bring?"

After taking a long drag, I said, "A short nighty." He 
smiled really big and said, "Let's see that nighty 
Darlin."

My stomach did flip flops all the way to the dressing 
room. I felt his eyes burning my ass as I went behind 
the curtain to change. I was thinking of his sexy 
chocolate brown eyes that had been looking at me only 
for the past hour through his lenses. Shit! Stop it 
Candace, now. He is married. Married to your Boss! 

Why my mind even went there, I couldn't figure out, 
but, I knew I had to quit thinking about it. So I 
changed quickly and walked out of the dressing room 
with the sheer red nighty and the robe that went with 
it. All the buttons were secured up to the neck and the 
ties were tied. He looked at me with a scowl and said, 
"Candace, take the robe off, please."

Now my whole body became a fireball. I bet you couldn't 
even tell I was wearing anything red. But I did as he 
said, and took off the robe. He walked past me, leaving 
me with a whirling scent of his cologne, to set my head 
spinning. I thought to myself, "Come on now girl, get a 
hold of yourself. Don't think anything about him other 
than that he is your photographer."

I turned to see he had taken the chair and replaced it 
with a black velvet lounge chair. He said, as he eyed 
me from head to toe, "Lay down."

I did as he said and waited again as he reset the 
lighting. He came over to me and began to spread my 
hair out to the sides. Oh my God! The way he touched me 
was so sensual, although I was trying to convince 
myself again, "He is the photographer!" Then he fixed 
the hem of my nighty and his hand barely touched the 
top of my thigh and I flinched. His hands were like a 
searing set of hot coals. 

He sat down beside me and purposely did it again, 
wanting to see my reaction. I moved my leg, only this 
time, I didn't know my voice would betray me, letting 
out a whimper. I gave up! I lay my head back and closed 
my eyes and said, "Shit!" right out loud. 

I felt his hand on my face, pushing my hair away from 
my eyes. His other hand went to my right breast and 
eyes came open and his face was already right in front 
of mine. That was it! His lips were on mine in a 
heartbeat, spreading them apart, tasting my tongue, and 
sucking the very life from me! I had not had sex in 
five years and my body was ready.

I didn't care if this man was married. I didn't care if 
this man was Deann's husband. At that thought, I pulled 
back into the lounge chair as far as I could go. As I 
looked at him, the brown in his eyes had taken on a 
deep, black passion, telling me he wasn't about to 
stop. He knew if he did, I would regain my mental 
strength, and it would be over. He just sat there 
looking and waiting for me to stop him. I was frozen 
and my hand wanted to grab hold of his when it pinched 
my nipple. Instead I said, "Do it, do it all!"

I then took my hand and lay it upon his, and followed 
his own caresses. When his hand left my breast to go 
down between my legs, I kept right on playing with my 
breast, pinching my nipple, wetting it with my own 
saliva. He hesitated for a second and said, "Darlin', 
can I?" I smiled and said, "I told you, do it all. I 
want you to do it all to me!"

He lay his hand, gently rubbing the outside, making my 
legs take on a will of their own, spreading themselves 
apart to let him enter. His long fingers found their 
way so easily to the inside of my lips, probing the wet 
and ready opening to where my sensual soul had been 
stagnant for so long. 

"Ummmmm," I moaned. Deep inside, went his hot fingers, 
then out, then back in to examine again this place that 
makes me cry out in ecstasy. His mouth again kissed my 
lips, while his hand played me like an instrument. He 
pulled his fingers out while we twirled our tongues, 
and softly played with my hard throbbing bud and lips. 

He quit when he heard in my voice the urgency to orgasm 
and said, "Are you about to cum Darlin'?"

I said in a husky tone, "Yes, please, don't stop! 
Please make love to me Sean!"

He got up and took off his clothes, revealing his long, 
hard, readied penis. I must have had a look of surprise 
at just how large it was. He said softly, "Can you take 
me?" There was no fear in me, but I was at a loss for 
words and nodded my head to let him know I would try. 

I spread my legs wide and he went to the end of the 
lounge chair and again stared at me with hot passion. 
He went down on his knees and like a wild animal, 
preparing to attack its prey, and he slowly crawled up 
between my legs. He kissed the inner part of my thighs, 
his lips traveled, and the anticipation of what I 
wanted so badly, was too much to wait for. Finding it 
hard to catch a breath to speak, I finally said, "Taste 
me, taste me."

He looked at me again and spread my lips apart and 
said, "Oh Candace, I'm gonna do more to you than that!" 
His mouth came down on the portal of my soul, rubbing 
against the bud again, that his fingers so freely 
played upon. With his teeth he nibbled and little bites 
he took from it. I found myself holding his head to 
guide him to the favorite places I couldn't get Ron to 
go. That almost ruined it for me. Why did I have to 
think of Ron now? I know it was because Ron had never 
been so bold to go where Sean was now going. 

Reading me so well, Sean stopped and climbed in between 
my legs and passionately kissed me with my own juices 
on his lips. The salt excited me and then I felt his 
hard, long, thick penis between my legs. Could I take 
him? He definitely was the largest man I had ever had 
sex with. What if I couldn't? Shit! I had to know! I 
had to try! He raised himself up and with my legs so 
far apart, he said softly, "I'm goin' in."

Did he ever go in! God, he was so big and long. I 
gasped and let out a cry. He raised up again and said, 
"Candace, did I hurt you?"

Grimacing, I said, "No Sean, please don't stop now. I 
have to have you. I need you to make love to me, 
please!" He began to thrust his butt in and out. Fast 
and then faster. I met every thrust. If he was too big, 
I didn't care. I didn't know, and I didn't want to 
know. I felt like an animal, a hunching animal in heat! 
And I knew I couldn't stop this if I tried. It had to 
be finished.

In that very next moment, I felt his penis swelling 
even bigger, and as he pressed deeper into me, we both 
had an orgasm at the same time. It was wild, so wild we 
both screamed out in unison, almost harmoniously, yet 
animalistic.

Lying spent, only for a few minutes, we passionately 
kissed. He got up and lit two cigarettes and handed me 
one. I sat on the edge of the lounge chair and began to 
cry. He then, sat down beside me and put his arm around 
my waist. I finally looked at him and he had tears in 
his eyes. I said, "What is it? I am so sorry, did I do 
something wrong?" "I didn't mean for this to happen. 
You are a married man and I should not have let this 
happen."

I really began to cry then. He put his cigarette out in 
the ash tray, took mine and put it out, turned back to 
me and said, "Candace, I want you to listen to me for a 
few moments and not say anything until I have finished, 
please. I fell in love with you the first day I saw 
you. My marriage has been over for years. Deann has her 
life with her friends and I have mine. We haven't made 
love in years and I don't even approach her to make 
love, as she was the first one to refuse. 

"She filed for divorce right before you came here and 
it will be final in a few months. We have a lot of 
assets between us, or the divorce would have been over 
by now. I was in limbo until I saw you and I fell in 
love for the first time in my life. I didn't come 
around the shop, for I just knew I would scare you off. 
Carla and I talked about this and I told her not to 
tell you. She told me how your first husband had done 
you and you were not interested in anyone. She told me 
to give it a couple of months and then approach you."

"I thought this photo shoot would be a good way to get 
to know you. I didn't plan on seducing you tonight 
until I looked into your sea green eyes and began to 
drown right through my camera. Your beauty hypnotized 
me and realized how much I love you. I felt the 
electricity when I touched your leg and I couldn't help 
but want to make love to you. I had to taste every inch 
of you. Please forgive me!" 

I sat there and didn't know what to say as he hung his 
head and cried. I put my arms around his shaking body 
and he grabbed hold of me. We sat there and cried 
together, gently kissing every now and then. After 
about an hour of silence, he got up and lit two 
cigarettes and handed me one and said, "What do you 
want to do?"

I didn't know what to say and I certainly hadn't had 
time to think about this one for sure! I knew I felt 
something very strong for Sean, and maybe it was love, 
I don't know. I would just have to see if what he said 
about Deann and his relationship was true. If it was, I 
would go from there, but not from here. 

So I stood up and looked at him and said, "I think we 
should take this slow, as we have both been hurt and we 
don't want to jump into a relationship built on 
emotions. As far as I am concerned this photo shoot is 
over. I can't come here and be around you as I will 
only want you to make love to me again. I am not saying 
I don't want to see you anymore. I just think our 
meetings from now on need to be in a safe place where 
we won't be vulnerable. Maybe we need to meet in a 
social gathering, or at the stores where we just might 
happen to run into each other. We can even have coffee 
again somewhere, as friends, but never alone like this. 
I just need some time."

Sean looked at me sadly and said, "I don't think I can 
be without you for that long. I need you right now and 
your here, yet I can't even touch you. How am I 
supposed to be away from you? And when I do see you in 
these social gatherings, all I'm gonna want to do is 
take you right then and there in front of everyone! How 
can you expect me to act like we're just friends? I am 
in love with you! Didn't you understand that Candace?"

I quickly answered, "Yes, I understand that, and I feel 
something very strong for you. I have never been in 
love before Sean, and I don't know what it is. I only 
know what it isn't! You have to give me some time to 
find out what it is that I feel for you. Please!"

With tears in his eyes and pain in his voice, he said, 
"Ok, I'll do it, but, don't expect me to wait forever. 
I just found you and I will not lose you!"

I quietly gathered my things and before I left, I knew 
I had to kiss him goodbye again. I had to feel his 
lips, his body pressed to mine and have the taste of 
him linger during the night when I would miss him so. 
We stood at the front door of his studio for almost an 
hour just kissing and caressing each other.

We had just about talked our bodies into making love 
again when the lights of a street cleaner went by. I 
came to my senses, pulling away from the sensual heat 
that wanted us to stay, and said to him, "I have to 
go."

He looked into my eyes and knew I wanted him to make 
love to me again, but respectfully he said, "Alright 
Darlin'." The weeks that followed were horrible. I 
thought the days would never end and the nights were 
even worse. Sean would call me and we would talk till 
the early morning hours. I only got about two to three 
hours of sleep a day. 

Working with Deann proved to be a good thing, as she 
began to confide in me about her and Sean's 
relationship, not knowing we had been lovers. She also 
told me that she had an illness. It was terminal. The 
doctors had found an inoperable tumor inside her brain 
and she now had months to live. She said she was going 
to tell Sean soon. How would he take this?

I felt so guilty for making love to Sean. I then 
wondered had I known this, would I have even made love 
to him at all?

Yes, I told myself. At that moment I realized that I 
was truly in love with Sean. In love for the first time 
in my life!

A few weeks later, Deann announced she was having 
another party. Sean called me and told me Deann had 
told him she was dying. He was in shock that she had 
kept it from him. Yet I could hear the excitement in 
his voice at the anticipation of our seeing one 
another. Still, I wasn't looking forward to being in 
the same room with him and Deann. I had already 
confided in Carla what had happened between Sean and I. 
She was so distraught that her sister was dying and yet 
happy for me.

Carla did tell me she was going to be there at the 
party, I would just stay by her side, and I would be 
safe. Silly, I thought. I was afraid of being alone 
with the man I loved. I knew how weak I was when I was 
around him and if given the chance, I would lay down 
and give myself to him right there in his own house. 
So, Carla said if she had to, she would even go to the 
bathroom with me. We laughed at that one for a long 
time. And at that point, laughter was the best 
medicine.

The day of the party, Carla and I went shopping. She 
was built like a square box and she wanted me to help 
her find something to set off what little curves she 
had. She had been seeing a man that Deann of all people 
had introduced her to some time back. They were serious 
and I was happy to help her as it too had been a long 
time since she had been in love, if ever. He was coming 
to the party just to see and be with her, so she was 
looking for something wild and sexy, and she told me, 
"Let's make our guys go nuts when we walk in, or have 
"Blue Balls."

As we shopped through the mall, every now and again, 
we'd just burst out laughing and no one knew our secret 
joke. We picked out a "Little Black Dress" for Carla 
that was cut lower and even shorter than mine. Was she 
ever sexy and it even made her curves stand out. For 
me, I found a low cut, red satin dress. I thought was 
way too short but Carla told me, with my light blond 
hair and the tan I had acquired, I would probably be 
devoured by Sean the minute he laid eyes on me. 

We had a blast shopping for all the accessories to 
match. We had been faithfully going to the tanning 
salon and both had a dark tan. So, I took her advice 
and bought the damn dress. We got to my apartment and 
decided to do the girlfriend thing and get dressed 
together. 

We started with the makeup and felt like a teenagers 
again as we picked out the best colors that would match 
everything to everything. With our nails finally dry, 
mine red of course and hers white frosted, our hair 
pinned high, and knowing we would be the hottest 
looking "Bitches" there, it was time to go. If we left 
right now we'd just be fifteen minutes late, and that 
was a good thing, as we would certainly be noticed when 
we strutted in.

The butler opened the door and said, "Welcome Ladies!" 
Carla went in first saying, "Hi Jones!" The old black 
man just grinned real big showing a full set of white 
teeth, except for one gold tooth right in front.

Laughing I said, "I don't remember him having a gold 
tooth." Carla smiling back said, "He just got it last 
month and he's real proud of it." I looked back at him 
and said, "Nice tooth."

He grinned even wider. We stood in the doorway and the 
room fell silent. Then Deann's voice rang clear, "Oh 
everybody, Carla and Candy are here."

Carla leaned over and softly said, "Don't do it."

I said back to her in the same tone of voice, "I 
won't." My eyes raked the room, looking for Sean, which 
I didn't see, and I whispered, "Remember, don't let me 
be alone tonight."

Carla said back to me, "I won't forget."

Then from out of nowhere, this man came up grabbing 
Carla from behind and I heard him whisper in her ear, 
"I could eat you right here in front of everyone."

She turned around and kissed him, looking happier than 
I had ever seen her and said without taking her eyes 
off him, "Candace, this is Sonny."

I said, "Hi Sonny."

He took my hand and kissed the top of it and said, 
"Well hi Candace, I have heard a lot about you."

Carla quickly replied, "She is taken and so are you." I 
thought, does every guy in Texas kiss the top of a 
woman's hand? Then I smiled thinking, there is only one 
man so far that calls me Darlin'. That was exactly the 
next thing I heard too, right in front of Deann, as 
Sean came from the dining room.

He walked up to me, taking my hand and kissing the top 
of it, while inhaling, and said, "Candace Darlin', how 
are you tonight?"

He raped me with his eyes, as I stood there letting him 
and said, "I am doing fine Sean, and you?"

"Just dandy, and may I say, you look ravishing." I was 
blushing, I could feel it, and he could make me do it 
faster than anyone had ever before. Finally, Deann made 
her way across the room and said, "My turn," and she 
hugged both Carla and myself.

Just like the first party, we mingled, and I was 
reintroduced to all that were there, some of them being 
new. I was standing by Carla and then when I turned 
around, she was gone. That little she-devil! She has 
escaped from this party with Sonny. Now I am alone and 
if I get cornered by Sean, I am in trouble. But, I 
smiled thinking, I brought my car, damnit. I can leave 
at any given time. So, I continued to chat with the 
ones I knew, listen to the ones I didn't know, with an 
occasional, "Oh yes," or, "I saw that one too."

Then it hit me. I had to go to the bathroom and it was 
either now, or piss in my new red panties. The maid 
told me I would have to use one of the bathrooms 
upstairs as the two down by the kitchen were being 
repaired. So I headed out of the room and made my way 
up the stairs to find the pot of gold. I found one 
right off the bat and it felt so good, as I had been 
holding my pee all that time. Just when I started to 
get hold of the towel to dry my hands, someone knocked 
on the door. I said, "Wait just a minute." No one said 
anything. I walked to the door, unlocked it, and in 
walked Sean and shut the door behind him and locked it.

Before I could say a word, his mouth came down on mine. 
God, it had been so long and I didn't stop him. I 
kissed him right back, tongue for tongue. His hands 
went straight for the hem of my dress, raising it to my 
waist, and turned me around, to bend me over the sink. 
My g-strap, he tugged to the side, and deep inside he 
began to probe me with his fingers. 

I just held onto the sink as he played with my lips and 
stroked my ass with his other hand. I was so wet and 
just about to lose my senses when he took his hands and 
grabbed my hips to position me. I felt the familiar 
heat from his long, thick penis and he entered me slow 
and easily from behind. My hair that I worked so hard 
to pin up came loose and Sean's fingers grabbed hold, 
twining it in between them, only to gently pull hard 
enough to lead me. I couldn't have stopped this anymore 
than to have predicted it happening. 

So, I rode this wild horse with him, even taking my own 
hand to feel his hard slick penis as it went in and out 
vigorously. Then while he pounded my ass, I took my 
fingers and played with myself and within seconds we 
both came, silently, so no one heard as we were 
satisfied. Sean then turned me around and his lips went 
straight for my breast and he suckled as if he were a 
baby. 

His fingers slid down my stomach and inside my panties 
to play upon my waiting satin covered lips, bringing me 
to another long hot orgasm. Then he picked me up and 
carried me to a loveseat that sat in the corner of this 
elaborate bathroom, lay me down on my back, and entered 
me again.

Wild thrusts of fire were met by the both of us as I 
felt his large manhood swelling inside me. Straining 
and stretching deep until my insides I knew would 
burst, yet we moved together like dancers. He raised 
himself and arched his long back and one last thrust 
sent both of us straight to an explosive, silent 
culmination of raw ecstasy. 

Finally, looking at me with that familiar deep dark 
passion in his eyes, he said, "I am so sorry, Darlin', 
but I thought I was gonna cum in my pants when you 
walked in and I've been wanting to get you alone all 
night."

I couldn't help but smile and softly said, "I am so 
glad you found me and I like your attack strategies." 
He grinned back at me and said, "Ok, let me go out 
first, as you got some cleaning up to do."

I turned and looked at myself in the mirror and I saw 
that I really looked like I had been fucked.

We kissed one another and he left. I was thinking to 
myself how easy I must be. How could I have sex with 
this man in his own house? How could I do this with his 
wife in their house? God! But I collected myself, 
fixing my hair back, and as I headed down the staircase 
and heard Deann's voice. "Where on earth have you been? 
I have been looking for you for twenty minutes!"

She was at the bottom of the stairs and I said, 
"Something upset my stomach and I have been in the 
bathroom." She put her arm in mine and said, "What you 
need is a drink."

I was shaken alright and I guess I looked like I needed 
a drink, but it needed to be a strong one. Twenty 
minutes went by and Deann made sure we all had a drink 
in our hands and her voice rang out, "I want to make a 
toast!" The room fell silent. The large marble 
fireplace couldn't hold the heat that was fixing to 
spew out of Deann's mouth as she said, "I want to make 
a toast to Sean's and my Divorce." 

Waiting a few seconds for that to sink in, she 
continued, "It became final today. Now, to the most 
important part of this. Sean and Candy are going to be 
married! You're all invited. It will be held right 
here! This is Sean's house. His Daddy made sure of 
that!"

I wanted to run, but where? All I did was stand with my 
mouth wide open in total shock! I looked over at Sean 
and his mouth was wide open, as well. My God, as I 
looked around the room, everyone's mouth was wide open. 
So, that is where all their money had come from.

But now I wondered, "I bet she rapes him in this 
divorce.

But why isn't she getting the house?"

At that, Deann put her glass down and turned to 
everyone and said, "Goodnight everybody. I have a 
splitting headache and it's way past my bedtime. I got 
a lot of packing to do tomorrow." she headed for the 
stairs and soon disappeared at the top.

We all stood there in silence for a few minutes and 
soon everyone decided the party was over. Carla and 
Sonny left first. She told me as she walked out the 
door she would be getting in touch with me to find out 
what the hell was going on. I felt sad for her, 
thinking Deann and Carla were so distant. Soon, all the 
guests were gone except for Sean and I. He walked over, 
took my hand and said, "Come here Darlin and let's sit 
down on the couch."

I followed him and we sat down. He was so quiet and I 
began to wonder just what he had to say. Was he going 
to tell me something bad? Oh God, what if he was going 
to tell me goodbye? I would die right here if he told 
me something like that. I also knew I would fight to 
keep him. I had to for I was so in love with him. And 
in that instant of doubt in my mind he said, " I know 
you are wondering why I never told you everything about 
Deann and I."

I stood there looking into his beautiful dark brown 
eyes and readied my defense. I softly said to him as I 
took his hand in mine, "Go ahead my love, I am 
listening." He began, "When I first met Deann, she was 
a gold digger. My mother and father picked up on this 
immediately. I didn't, and even denied it for years. 
They gave me this house, but I didn't find out until 
today. It had been put in my name some years back, 
right before my Daddy died. Daddy moved here from 
Oklahoma, began buying oil wells when they were real 
cheap. Soon he became an oil baron. He was a very rich 
man when he died. I am the only child they ever had. My 
mother died two years ago and I inherited everything. 
This house was in legal limbo because Deann was trying 
to get it in the divorce. My lawyers discovered a long 
lost will of my father's in which he had put the house 
in my name. I guess this was the last straw for Deann 
and she has finally given up."

I looked at him and squeezed his hand and said, "What 
are you going to do now?"

He stood up, and went to the fireplace, picked up a 
picture of him and Deann, looked at it for a long time, 
and then pitched it into the fireplace.

I jumped up in surprise, not moving, and said," What 
are you doing?"

He turned to me, smiled, and said, "Ashes to ashes, 
dust to dust. It is over. But as for you and I my 
Darlin, we are just beginning."

He then walked back to me, took both my hands, and 
said, "Will you be my wife?"

I felt so weak, yet so relieved. I didn't have a voice 
and lips parted to speak and nothing came out. For the 
first time in my life, I was speechless. So I began to 
giggle. Then it went into a full blown laugh. I sat 
back down on the couch and the flood gates of my own 
Hell burst forth. I was crying like a baby. Sean sat 
down beside me and put his arms around me and said, 
"Does this mean yes?"

I looked at him and he looked at me and said, "Candace, 
tell me Darlin." I finally felt my voice coming out of 
the pits of silence and said in a whisper, "Yes !" "Oh, 
Yes" Ten years ago, Sean and I were married right here 
in his house where we now still live. We are still so 
in love and just as sexually active as that first day 
we made love. He still plays around with his 
photography, but he sold his studio.

I changed the look of this place though. Those damn 
statues went first. Then all the god awful furniture 
and other shit that Deann had spent way too much money 
on was replaced by things both Sean and I picked out. 
Carla and Sonny live right up the street. They are 
extremely wealthy and Sonny surprised us all by turning 
out to be a rich oil baron himself. My children come to 
visit from time to time and absolutely love Sean. 

I opened a dress shop called "Candies Creations." 

I sell sexy undies and sex toys. 

I am the only one allowed to fix the display windows. 
My store even turned out so well, that I now have three 
stores in other cities in Texas. Oh, I guess you are 
waiting to hear about Deann? The doctor she was seeing 
for her terminal disease, misdiagnosed her and she 
found out her problem was migraines. 

I have to laugh to myself because she moved to New York 
and just so happened to run into my ex husband Ron. 
They even dated for a while until they found out they 
were not compatible. She is now married to a plastic 
surgeon and living in a mansion, or so I hear. And she 
has a statue of Jesus with his hand on the head of a 
young child in her front yard.

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okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
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