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Roman and Christine - 1
by William DuPain (DuePain@yahoo.com)

***

He thought she had cheated on him, but it was forced 
love. (MFF, FF, nc, rp, voy, rom)

***

Author Note: Warning: If you're looking for hard,, 
fast, non-stop sexual scenes in a story, as I often do 
myself, this story probably isn't for you. It does have 
explicit scenes, but its sentiment tends toward the 
romantic. 

***

She stood before the lace covered double doors leading 
out to her second story balcony, the memory of him 
running through her mind. She recalled stepping through 
those double doors; the very day construction on the 
balcony had been finished.

He had teased her from behind with those strong hands 
of his, until she soaked her panties and ran freely 
down the inside of her legs. When she had began to moan 
out loud, and frantically move her ass against his 
roaming fingers. He had raised her sheer nightgown and 
impaled himself deeply in the moist opening of her 
body.

She had come fiercely that late afternoon, and in the 
exuberant after glow of that orgasm, she had sworn to 
him she would love him forever, and had meant it. Tears 
rolled down her cheeks again; as she stood, placing her 
hands in exactly the same spot she had placed them that 
day. When he had so lovingly demonstrated his ardent 
passion and love for her.

That day had been bright and sunny, with a good breeze; 
the air was clean and crisp. The two of them had been 
so happy with their progress on the new house, and 
their lives together. It seemed that all their hopes 
and aspirations were coming to fruition, and the future 
promise of a blissful life and relationship was 
assured.

But that was before that terrible night that Judd had 
come to see him!

***

When Roman had finally arrived he heard loud voices as 
he entered his new home and followed the sound, which 
had originated from his own bedroom. His tall muscular 
frame mounted the spiral staircase that his hands, and 
the hands of his crew, had placed there not long ago.

He paused before the frosted double French doors, and 
heard again the sound of excited dialog, one female 
voice and one male. He quietly opened the lace-covered 
doors and passed by the split double walk in closets on 
the left and right.

Roman paused again at the arched entrance to his 
bedroom and peered around the wall to the right. There, 
on his king-sized four-poster bed was his wife, her 
legs spread wide, her lover deeply impaled in her body. 
His cock, pounding into the wet opening of her body, 
now slick with the moisture of her passion.

Heaven above could not heal the pain in her heart as 
she stood there, with the memory of him entering their 
bedroom, and finding the two of them in their heated 
embrace. She remembered the shattered look of pain in 
his face, as the light of all his dreams had died in 
his eyes that night.

Her lover had rolled over on his back, a look of icy 
terror in his eyes at the unexpected intrusion of her 
husband. Roman had more than once successfully changed 
the mind of energetic foes seeking to force their will 
upon his person, and her suitor was well aware of that 
fact.

His eyes had held hers fearfully, as time slowed, and 
then stretched out into an infinite nothing. She had 
lain there and witnessed the advancing twilight of his 
faith in her, as his love had reposed in deadly slumber 
within his gentle eyes.

Christine's eyes flashed radiant again, as she 
remembered the slow descent of his eyes, as they slid 
to the floor in total defeat. Where at his feat lay 
shattered his heart, his love... and his most cherished 
dreams, along with their commonly declared vows and 
destinies.

She recalled again the hot trail of his tears, as a 
cold cry filled the eyes that had once been loves warm 
resting place. The powerful hands that labored so long 
and hard on her behalf shook like leaves, taken by the 
will of some raging storm, as his heart broke.

He had loved her more than any human being should ever 
love another, and simply lacked the internal discipline 
to deal with her seeming rejection of his love. He had 
slowly turned after that and made his retreat, leaving 
behind everything he loved, and all that his hands had 
labored so patiently for.

It had begun when Judd Hernandez had knocked on her 
door and asked to speak to Roman. It concerned 
something to do with rod placement in the footings for 
the new "Town House at Eagle Run."

"Roman should be back anytime now Judd if you'd care to 
wait," she had offered.

"Thank you Mrs. Pirelli," he had politely said.

"Would you care for refreshments while you wait Judd, I 
have beer, wine or bottled water if you'd like," 
Christine had offered.

"A cold beer would be fine ma'am."

Christine had left him there and headed for the kitchen 
and when she'd returned she had a beer for him and a 
small glass of Lambrusco for herself.

They had sat and chatted for a little while, until Judd 
had clumsily spilled his beer all down the front of his 
shirt. Christine had bolted from her seat and rushed to 
the kitchen area to secure a towel for his clean up.

That had proved to be a mistake just a little later, 
because it was then that Judd had placed the date rape 
formula in her wine. She came back, handed him the 
towel, and then offered him another beer to replace the 
first one.

She had sat with him and sipped her wine afterward, 
wondering if he were always this nervous, or if it was 
just being in the bosses' house. She wasn't aware of 
anything peculiar until she saw Judd's hand sliding up 
the inside of her dress opening her legs wider as he 
went.

She remembered thinking, he's not supposed to do that, 
but then had dropped her glass of wine when she tried 
to move and stop him. She could feel his fingers as 
they stroked the front of her panties, but seemed 
powerless to move or even scream.

Judd had continued, pulling her panty gusset to one 
side to allow his fingers to properly penetrate her 
swelling pussy lips. In spite of her best mental 
efforts not to enjoy his touch, her body simply 
betrayed her, as her fluids began to flow heavily from 
her swollen labia.

A little later, Judd had slung her arm over his 
shoulder and all but dragged Christine up the stairs, 
as he headed for her bedroom. He had unceremoniously 
dumped her there on the bed, and quickly removed her 
panties.

Christine felt a stab of guilt in her stomach as she 
remembered his hideous grinning face lowering close to 
her own. Then the penetration of her body, as he 
impaled himself inside her organ. And while her mind 
made venomous protest of his actions, her body arched 
high as his cock had slid deeply inside her folds.

"Oh God if only I hadn't answered the door," she 
whispered to herself, as hot tears of shame slid down 
her cheeks.

Her heart trembled at the scene she now recalled, and 
how love had been mortally wounded here. She had broken 
the heart and spirit of a man, guilty only of loving 
her blindly, and she had never meant to.

The world for Christine became a bit colder that day, 
and watching him walk out of her life had been the most 
painful experience she had ever endured. The sun never 
felt as warm on her skin, or the scent of a breeze as 
sweet, after that event.

Later when one of the wives of Roman's former employees 
had discovered what happened and told her husband. 
Several members of Roman's old crew had caught Judd at 
his favorite watering hole and gave him the beating of 
his life. Later, that same woman had went to Judd's 
wife, and told her what her husband had done.

That was the last time she'd seen Roman, he had 
relocated to where... she wasn't exactly sure. She had 
tried to track him through their mutual friends, but 
was never successful at it. It was as if he had fallen 
off the end of the earth, he had been gone almost 
fourteen months now.

Later she did get a small piece of gossip once from the 
wife of one of his former employees. Word had it that 
Roman had crawled into a bottle and all but drowned 
there, he had lost the small construction company he 
had worked so long to establish.

She ached to see him once more, longed to place her 
arms around the warmth of his solid form and tell him 
how very sorry she was, how much she still needed and 
loved him. That what had happened that night was not 
with her consent.

She had received news about a month later from the wife 
of one of Roman's former employees, Paula Burkett, that 
her husband had seen Roman in a neighboring state when 
there on a job.

It had been almost a year and a half now, since that 
stormy night when fate had handed them their defeat, 
and sacrificed their love to destiny.

***

The window of her memory took her mind back to their 
date at the "Wheat Basket" restaurant. After Roman had 
purchased a bright red oriental style dress for her 
that he had wanted to show her off in.

As they had slowly consumed their dinner and drinks, 
Roman had challenged his lovely wife to hike the hem of 
her thin clingy dress higher on her lovely legs. 
Christine had complied with her husband's request, and 
Roman had immediately raised the tablecloth in front of 
her legs.

"My God Roman... please!" she had whispered.

She remembered how she had flushed hot from 
embarrassment, as his hand began its slow, torturous 
trek, up the inside of her exposed thigh. Her eyes had 
been held at the floor, unwilling to meet the gaze of 
anyone around them.

"Please Roman everyone will see!" she pleaded timidly, 
without meeting his eyes as she spoke.

"I want them to see how inspiringly beautiful in body, 
and spirit, you really are my love," he had told her 
laughing.

As shocked, and humiliated as Christine was, sitting 
their, her heart still swelled with love for him 
because of his compliment. He was so ardent in his 
passion for her, this wasn't the first time, nor would 
it be the last she was sure, that Roman had displayed 
his affection for her, in his odd little way.

But being exposed like that in a public place had 
stirred the passion of her heightened emotions deeply. 
She knew people were watching his hand, and she also 
knew, Roman didn't care.

Christine shivered slightly, as his strong fingers 
passed through the crease of her body, nudging her now 
erect clit. She sat there feeling more vulnerable and 
controlled than she ever had before, and the 
naughtiness of it all intrigued her deeply.

As the waiter approached to refill their wine glasses, 
he had noted Roman's hand resting between Christine's 
legs. And didn't hesitate to inspect the cut of her 
thighs.

"It's a wonderful season for romance... don't you think 
sir?" he had asked her husband smiling as he spoke.

"Yes my friend, a wonderful season indeed... have you 
met my lovely wife sir?" Roman had asked him with a 
wink.

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure sir," the waiter 
replied.

"Sir, I present to you, the lovely, Christine Ann 
Pirelli," Roman had said.

Christine could have melted and ran off the chair at 
that point, but she had gracefully offered her hand to 
the waiter, who... elegantly, sweeping low, made great 
fanfare of kissing it.

"You are stunning as always Mrs. Pirelli," he had 
offered, then turned and went his way, without further 
comment.

The memory now brought a smile to her face, as she 
remembered the smile and applause of the elderly gray-
headed gentleman, sitting at the table across the way, 
and how he had smiled at the scene.

She recalled how passionate she had been in his arms 
later that night in the seclusion of their room. After 
Roman's hands and tongue had driven her into an extreme 
state of arousal, he had teased her mercilessly and 
left her wanting.

I was a good girl for you this evening Roman, so 
please, give me what you know I want," the tiny voice 
pleaded that came from Christine.

Roman walked around behind his lovely wife, surveying 
the high round swell of that perfect ass she owned, and 
left her the color of his force there and a hot sting.

She whimpered as the shape of his hand burned itself 
deep into her flesh, but she never moved. "Oh Roman, 
this slut needs you badly," she whispered.

He had looked at her, with the smoking fire of his lust 
raging in the twin portals of his soul... and told her 
he loved her as their lips met. He had overwhelmed her, 
his hands and lips frantically moving over every inch 
of her body, as he sought to satisfy his hunger for 
her.

"Oh God Roman... please love me... please!" she had 
shamelessly begged him.

He had slapped the cheek of her ass, making her jerk 
with the force of his blow, as his fingers caressed the 
smooth skin of her breasts.

"Oh, Christine, those wonderful orbs... how can breasts 
so ample, still be so firm?" He teased her, as he 
squeezed one harshly.

"You bastard you!" she had spat at him, before raking 
him deeply with her nails.

He had slapped her ass several more times, before 
moving his hand between her legs. Roman had found the 
front panel of her sheer undies sopping with the fruit 
of her passion. The scent of her heat now rose to his 
nostrils like a sweet and savory offering to the Gods 
of lust, and he inhaled deeply.

His fingers moved easily against the hot, high mound of 
her pussy, in the juices that flooded her crevice. She 
moaned, and wiggled her cunt against the stern digits 
that now brought her this pleasure.

Roman let loose with another salvo of light smacks to 
her gorgeous, tight ass, making her groan loudly again. 
Christine loved the fiery disciplining of her ass 
cheeks before fucking, it always made her hot and wet.

"Testy, aren't we slut?" he had chuckled.

"You bastard! You know my weakness, you know how bad it 
makes me want it!" she hissed.

I know Christine, I thought for a moment you were going 
to leak fluids all the way down to your ankles, and 
soak those lovely high heels" he chuckled.

"You arrogant beast!" she cried, before slapping him 
briskly on the arm.

Roman had pushed her down onto the king-sized four-
poster bed they owned, and smartly slapped her thigh. 
She had scrambled across the bed in a vain attempt to 
avoid her tormentor, only to be snared at the ankle.

"Let go you overgrown asshole!" she had slung back over 
her shoulder at him, while trying to escape.

Roman had calmly dragged her screaming, kicking and 
clawing, to the very edge of the mattress. He flipped 
her slight form over on its back, and stationed himself 
securely between her highly toned thighs.

"I think I'll give you a lesson in courtesy tart!" he 
said with intimidating conviction.

Roman pinned her wrists firmly to the bed; her red silk 
dress now up around her waist, her wet panties fully 
exposed... and smiled at her. Her dress buttons had 
come undone at the top, in the struggle. Their was a 
great expanse of velvet skin showing, and Roman's eyes 
rapaciously devoured the gentle sweeping curves of her 
breasts.

"I will devour you my Lord and then heal you where the 
fires of life burn warm in my body," she had told him 
as she smiled up into his eyes, and then lowered her 
lashes shyly.

Oh God, how she missed their silly games she thought, 
as the scene continued to roll through her mind.

"I will consume the force of your passion my love. And 
then, when your heart lay mortally wounded beneath this 
fevered body, I shall cover your spirit with my words 
of love and raise you to life again!" She had teased 
him that night.

Christine had always been very articulate when 
influenced by her lust. It was one of the multitude of 
things he loved about her.

"Forecast your darkest devices against me my lady, and 
sear this body to ash if it please you. But when sorrow 
comes, forbidding your anger... you will call me to 
love once more. Then... the spirit of your mouth will 
fall like mist upon my thirsty form. That I might rise 
again, to worship you as the Goddess of my 
resurrection!" he had teased her right back.

His eyes had leveled with hers as she spoke, and he was 
lost in a sea of warm, loving emotion, that he 
completely surrendered himself to. Christine's tongue 
became more demanding of him, searching... striving for 
the very center of his soul. That she might somehow 
find, and there gently caress, the very essence of his 
loving heart.

"Oh Roman... please love me... please do it to me now!" 
she had begged softly.

Reaching down for her panties, Roman jerked the flimsy 
material hard, ripping it from her midsection with a 
fair report. Her folds had opened wide, blooming like a 
flower, and held the dew of their own fever. His finger 
lightly teased her clit at a maddening pace, while she 
writhed with the sensation of its pleasure.

"You do you like it, don't you slut?" he had taunted 
her playfully.

"Oh God sir... you know I do!" she breathed, her pelvis 
arching high against his busy hand.

Roman slapped Christine's ass smartly once more, and 
noted the fierce light of her eyes and creeping flush 
of her lovely cheeks. The slap to her tight ass had 
only served to inflame the lust that now coursed 
through her veins like fire.

"Bastard... I love you!" she had again hurled 
forcefully at him.

He slipped the head of it into her, and she hissed with 
the pleasure of his entry. He shoved another two inches 
in, and her fingers began clawing at the fabric of the 
sheets. Half way into her, still moaning, she began to 
gyrate her ass in a tight little circle around his 
advancing cock.

"Oh God Roman, nothing but your cock could make me feel 
this way," she cooed, as her wet cunt slurped and 
suckled around the thick meat buried in her cunt, and 
his balls slapped against the cheeks of her ass.

Roman's gaze shifted from her burning eyes to the hands 
that were now tugging gently on her nipples, as she 
gasped deeply for air. She was now slamming her pussy 
upward on Roman's cock with an urgency that told him 
she was near to eruption.

"So big... you're so big my Lord!" she intoned 
delicately.

She always knew how to inflate his ego and drive him 
harder than he wanted to go, and tonight was no 
exception. She was like a wild bitch in heat as she 
fucked him, without shame or moral value, and that was 
one of the many, other things he loved about her.

As the last of his resolve vanished, he gave a mighty 
shove and his cock was buried to the base inside her 
stretched out cunt. He withdrew the glistening member, 
out to the very tip and then slowly, as if teasing her, 
he inched the giant back inside of her wet, clutching 
pussy, very slowly.

Christine's eyes were locked shut now, her beautiful 
brow drawn sharply together. The voice of love issued 
forth from between her lips with the sweetest refrain 
imaginable. As her sharp, classy nails, all but ripped 
the hide from his back.

He picked up the tempo then and began to fuck Christine 
in earnest, and she responded with equal gusto. As her 
ass slammed back on his cock with an unbridled frenzy, 
that seemed to match his own insatiable hunger!

She screamed and shook violently, as his wild cock 
ripped through her passage, fucking itself into her 
small body and brutally probing her tight cunt! He 
began to lightly slap the cheeks of her ass as he 
fucked his oversized cock into her wet, hungry passage.

"I'm coming... I'm coming, Oh my God Roman... how I'm 
coming!!" she cried out, as she slammed her wanton ass 
against his groin. Her orgasm shot through her body 
with the power and speed of lightening. Christine's 
mind and body were in rapture, as she free fell into a 
sea of physical pleasure that displaced time, space, 
and visual integrity.

"Oh God, please don't stop, fuck me forever, I need 
your huge cock stretching me out like this!" she cooed 
up at him.

As Christine's cunt convulsed around his pumping cock, 
she began to spray Roman's body like a garden hose. She 
had embedded her nails in the cheeks of his ass and was 
pulling him toward her with all her strength. Her scent 
changed a little while in the throes of orgasm, from a 
light musk, to a lively salted spice.

"Give it to me Roman... give me what I want, that hot 
cream in your sack, fill me with your fire lover!" she 
had demanded of him forcefully.

He began ramming his cock into her with a vengeance, 
grunting wildly with each savage thrust into her small 
body. Christine was overwhelmed by the raw physical 
energy he expended, and simply abandoned herself to the 
sensations of his harsh fucking, moaning in pleasure 
with each brutal thrust.

"Fuck me harder, you asshole!" she had demanded, very 
unladylike.

At last he cried out with the voice of a lion and 
shoved himself deep inside of her, as he began to dump 
his hot seed in the pleasant, warm recesses, of her 
body. His cock throbbed and twitched wildly inside of 
her, spitting its hot venom against the soft sensitive 
walls of her passage, as her body was rocked with yet 
another deep orgasm.

When he finally withdrew from her well-fucked opening, 
she rolled over on her back and pulled her lover down 
on top of her body. She had never been so satisfied in 
her life she thought, as her fingers lovingly passed 
through his thick, wild locks.

"Did I please you baby?" she had ask timidly, seeking 
reassurance from him.

"You were nothing less than phenomenal Christine and 
I'm the luckiest man in the world," he had told her 
that night, smiling as he spoke.

"God, how she had loved him that night," she 
remembered.

Her mind, unkindly ushered her abruptly back to the 
present, she stood there, the warming glow of her 
memory fading, as her eyes misted. Her body ached, and 
her heart throbbed, as a single tear trickled down her 
cheek.


The very next day Christine called Paula and made 
arrangements to ride with her to the small, Iowa, City 
of Des Moines, when she went to visit her husband's 
parents. Gene "Her husband" stayed with them while 
working in the downtown area, which is where he thought 
he had seen Roman.

For the first time in a long while, hope challenged the 
despair of her heart. Temporarily driving it back into 
the black shadows of her consciousness, and giving her 
reprieve from her sorrow.

Two days later when they had arrived at Paula's in-laws 
house, Gene had quickly taken her aside to speak with 
her.

"Christine, I wanted to warn you about Roman's physical 
appearance to save you the initial shock of discovery. 
I think he is in relatively good health, but he's much 
thinner and older looking now," he had told her.

"Thank you Gene... you'll never know what this means to 
me!" she told him.

"Oh, I think I do Chrissie... I know how wild you guys 
were about each other," he replied.

"I'll show you how to get to the Scott Street Bridge, 
which is where he has been sleeping since I found him. 
You can use my little Focus to cruise the area it's 
cheap on gas," Gene offered.

"Is he at all aware that he has been identified?" 
Christine asked her host.

"Not as far as I know Christine, you can take Paula 
along with you if you're at all nervous about going 
around by yourself," he offered.

"Thanks Gene... I'll probably take you up on that," she 
told him.

Gene Burkett had been Roman's lead man on his first 
crew for as long as Christine had known Roman. Her 
husband had said once, that Gene was more than a mere 
carpenter... he was craftsman first class and Roman had 
placed him over his best crew.

Gene and Roman had become close friends, both being 
dedicated, diehard perfectionist. Roman was even 
considering making Gene a partner in the company, 
before events had taken a turn that changed everything.

Later that afternoon Christine headed out in Gene's car 
to make a pass through the area in the hope of catching 
a glimpse of Roman. She'd driven by the site several 
times and was about to give up for the day, when she 
spotted him at last.

Her heart broke, with her first glance at the love of 
her life in almost a year and half. He was thin, and 
pale, and it was easily seen even at a distance, that 
his vibrancy had diminished significantly.

He was stumbling down the entrance to the walk that ran 
beside the riverbank. His feet and movements unsteady 
as he clutched a small paper sack, that Christine knew 
held his alcohol.

Her heart trembled inside her breast as her eyes 
misted, she wanted so desperately to run to him, to 
place her arms around him and hold him close once more. 
He was making his way toward the arches, the place 
where he slept now, his home, and carried with him, 
what he thought was his last friend in the world.

As the warm sun streamed through the front glass of her 
car, and the local breeze passed its gentle hand across 
her skin... she remembered.

He had been working on their home, and Christine had 
journeyed to the job site to take Roman his lunch that 
day. She had parked her sleek four-door sedan behind 
his pick-up truck and bailed out to rush into his arms, 
their lips crashing together as they embraced.

He had placed his hands on her buttocks and lifted her 
body from the ground, then spun in a circle hugging her 
as he moved. His kiss had been intoxicating that 
afternoon, as his hands explored her body.

Roman had placed his hand in her brief bikini panties, 
and inserted a finger into her. Then pulled it out and 
held it under his nose, telling her that her scent was 
better than the bouquet of any wine, he had ever 
inhaled.

Then his long tongue had slowly extended itself out and 
dabbled in her nectar as he chuckled. He had then 
turned Christine to face the side of his truck box and 
instructed her to lean into it.

Roman had raised her dress then and ran his hands down 
into her panties, squeezing her cheeks with those 
strong hands of his. He had reached through her thighs 
and captured her mound with a single hand.

"Please Roman... the crew will surely see us," 
Christine had protested.

"You worry too much my love... they can't see 
anything," he told her.

It was her last attempt to moderate his behavior that 
day, because the sensation of his fingers on her clit 
made Christine forget her concern altogether.

"I need to take you Christine," he had told her.

"Oh God Roman... here... really!" she had asked in 
complete shock.

"Yes my love... and you may be discovered!" he had 
teased.

"Roman... you're incorrigible," she had told him 
softly.

The crew was far off in the distance, but still the 
danger of it made her shiver slightly with some strange 
wicked pleasure. Christine lowered her sheer panties 
and took her stance beside his pick-up in obedience to 
his wishes.

Roman had placed her legs wider apart in front of him, 
his hand then circling around to the front of her body. 
Where he began to manipulate her sensitive clit as he 
whispered endearments in her ear.

"Christine dear, I love your hot tight little ass," he 
told her. He withdrew his fingers and placed them under 
his nose inhaling the heady scent of her lust and 
quipped, "Just a sniff to grow an inch," he had teased!

"Please Roman... have you no modesty," she had accused 
in her gentle way.

"Absolutely none my love, at least where you're 
concerned!" he declared boldly.

His silly pun had made her smile, and her spirit soar 
with pride, she was very happy knowing he was pleased 
with her. He had filled her quickly... savagely beside 
his truck, his thrusts smashing her breast against the 
hard, warm metal of its box, as she leaned there to 
accommodate her lover.

"Animal!" she had playfully whispered over her 
shoulder.

"I am what your beauty makes of me Venus!" he had 
replied through his labored breath.

He had teased her with his cock that day, pumping only 
a slight portion of his member into her body 
repeatedly. His fingers romancing the sensitive skin of 
her clit as he slowly toyed with her.

He had continued in that manner until in a heated burst 
of frustration, Christine had reached between her legs 
clamping his balls tightly in her small hand.

"Now we can continue this way, or you can save your 
balls and get down to business with me," she had hissed 
angrily at him.

Roman smiled, as joy catapulted from his heart escaping 
through his lips in the form of deep laughter at her 
frustrated antics. "Now Christine theirs no reason to 
get rough," he had chuckled.

She had experienced a minor orgasm with him there that 
day before he had finished. When he had emptied himself 
into her, he had paused kissing the side of her neck.

"With the last breath I draw, I will love you wife," he 
had whispered in her ear when they had finished.

"Oh Roman I love you," she had responded.

As she drove off after handing him his basket full of 
goodies she smiled. Wondering just what he would think, 
as he pulled her pair of used lace panties from among 
his delicacies. She had masturbated in them that 
morning knowing they were his favorite pair of sheer 
black exotics.

"At least he would now know, he was not the only one on 
this team capable of spontaneous displays of affection. 
She had even included an exotic card complete with nude 
blond and a snappy sentiment, and signed it, "Your 
wife, Team Slut... for the team of two!"

She had been deliriously happy with him then.

Christine slipped back into the present stream of time, 
and sadly began the journey back to her temporary 
residence. As her mind began to formulate a plan for 
Roman's redemption, and eventual return.

She petitioned Gene for his help and enlisted Paula's 
aid as well. It was decided they would purchase a home 
in need of restoration in the area and that Gene would 
seek Roman's help in its restoration.

Gene already knew of a place for sale in the historic 
waterfront area near the river. He knew the price was 
right and what it needed, he even thought there might 
be the possibility of a profit when they were done.

The plan was set and all that remained was to arrange 
Gene's first surprising initial contact with Roman, 
which they had decided would occur next weekend.

Paula would be unable to monitor Roman's progress on a 
daily basis due to responsibilities owing to her 
children back in Omaha. But she had a cousin in the 
area unknown to Roman that could play the role of the 
investor/owner.

Rachel Tonsi was a stunning blond only slightly older 
in age than Paula's twenty seven years; the two had 
been very close growing up. They had maintained contact 
even after Paula had met and fallen in love with her 
husband.

Christine had met Rachel that very afternoon after 
Paula had called and put her privy to the plan. She had 
motored to their West Des Moines location from her 
hometown of Waukee, in the neighboring county of 
Dallas.

Rachel was the same height as Christine but more amply 
endowed in her chest area. She had vivid blur eyes, and 
a strut that was strictly sensual; her ass was designed 
for nothing more than producing heat in the male animal 
and promoting his fantasies.

Her personality was quiet and studied, her inflection 
level and concise, and Christine liked her immediately. 
The two exchanged cell numbers after Rachel decided 
that she would be able to maintain daily contact with 
the project in spite of her college courses.

Hope was alive in Christine's heart after that meeting 
and she felt that there might indeed be a chance for a 
happy ending to her sad situation.

Later, when everyone had settled into their bedrooms, 
Christine could hear Gene and Paula in the next room 
and knew instantly what they were up to. And as she 
listened her fingers slowly began to fondle the 
sensitive folds of her damp organ.

Gene had removed the scanty undies his wife wore and 
was slowly tonguing her savory cunt. Her verbal 
responses were encouraging her friend in the next room, 
who could see in her imagination what Gene was doing to 
his wife.

Christine knew Paula was a screamer the two women had 
been so close that they had shared everything in their 
lives with each other, especially the sexual content.

Paula had pushed her husband down on his back in the 
bed and began to suck his long hard cock deep into her 
mouth. He had groaned loudly at the first warm grasp of 
her mouth, she had always been a machine when it came 
to oral sex.

Christine's fingers now well lubed with her excretions, 
pumped deeply into her swollen passage as she listened 
to the muffled sounds of love play coming from the two 
next door.

Her cheeks flushed as she heard Gene tell Paula, "Suck 
it baby suck it hard and fast!"

After more time and extensive dialog had passed between 
the two Paula straddled her husband's body and began to 
lower her wet pussy slowly onto his lurching cock.

Christine heard Gene say, "God baby that thing is hot 
tonight!"

"You made me this way big boy with that hard quick 
tongue of yours," she'd responded.

She rode him slow at first, as his rugged hands mauled 
her full hard breasts, squeezing, kneading, and 
periodically tweaking her sensitive nipples.

Paula screamed as Gene's enormous cock began racing in 
and out of her cunt like a piston. Her body now 
lavished his cock with the thick, fragrant fluids, of 
her arousal.

"Fuck me Gene, fuck me hard with that big cock!" Paula 
yelled.

Christine lay on sheets dampened between her legs with 
the moisture of her own pussy. She smiled as Paula 
screamed, her body arching upward as her fingers drove 
deeply into her own convulsing cunt.

"Fuck her... yes fuck her hard Gene!" Christine 
whispered hoarsely as she came.

She heard them both yell as they came together 
afterward, and giggled at the duo as she rolled over 
and covered her head with the pillow. She dreamt of 
Roman that night, it was a good dream.

The very next day Gene took his lunch break at the 
"Spaghetti Works restaurant," in the area where Roman 
was known to roam and sleep. After finishing his meal 
he immediately headed for Scott Street to find his old 
friend.

He parked his truck in the employee parking lot of the 
business at the north end of the bridge and walked the 
short distance to the river. Gene's eyes scanned the 
row of fisherman at the bridge rail, looking for the 
form of his old friend.

There at the opposite end of the bridge sat a solitary 
figure his tattered coat wrapped tightly around him as 
he leaned with his back against the guard. The ever-
present paper sack with his alcohol inside clutched 
tightly in his grasp.

Gene, being unsure what the best way to proceed was, 
simply walked up and stood in front of his old pal.

"Roman... Roman Pirelli, is that you?" Gene had asked 
him.

"The haggard face he knew as Roman looked up at the old 
friend standing before him. But the eyes he looked out 
of belonged to someone lost and long absent from the 
realities of the real world around them."

Roman staggered to his feet leaning in closely to peer 
at the face in front of him. The smell of the man was 
foul; he stank of sweat and stale booze, as if he 
hadn't showered in a long while.

At long last, a flickering light of recognition passed 
through Roman's deep brown eyes, as he remembered the 
man from his former life. Gene noted the tremble of 
Roman's soiled hand as he offered it in friendship once 
more.

"I need your help Roman, I have a local project to 
finish and I need your expertise."

Roman's eyes had fallen to his friends feet, as he 
mumbled he doubted he would be of much help now, and 
then turned to leave.

"It will pay enough to keep you in booze for along time 
Roman... good drink Roman, not that swill you're 
holding," Gene had told him, hoping to entice his old 
friend to at least entertain the notion.

Roman paused in mid stride momentarily... and turned 
slowly to face his former partner.

"Come on Roman, lets go have a few drinks and chew on 
it... hey, I'm buying," Gene had chuckled.

Gene took his friend to the recently renamed Toad 
Holler tavern about a mile and a half from the old WW2 
processing station Fort Des Moines. There, he sat about 
plying his old buddy with drink in an attempt to get 
him to commit to the restoration project.

"I will need you to reside on sight Roman, most 
probably for the duration of the project. There will be 
tools and supplies that will need looking after, you 
know yourself what a problem theft is in this kind of 
situation,"

After getting his friend a few sheets into the wind, 
Roman had agreed to at least ride over with Gene, and 
look the place over rendering an opinion of whether he 
considered it doable at all. Gene put Roman up at the 
Embassy Suites hotel on the bank of the river that 
night, per instructions from Christine, and left him 
five hundred in cash for incidentals.

"You might want to clean up a bit by tomorrow Roman, I 
don't know if the owner will be on site tomorrow or 
not. But just in case we both had better be 
presentable," He told him.

"I get your drift Gene I'll pick up some cloths and be 
ready by the time you come by," Roman assured him.

Neither of the men had broached the subject of pay they 
didn't need to, Roman knew Gene would be fair. He also 
new the man well enough to know he would never screw 
over his help; he was too damned honest, a rare thing 
in the world of business today.

As soon as Gene hit the door he informed Christine that 
it looked like a go but they wouldn't be absolutely 
sure until after tomorrow. Paula called Rachel to 
inform her that she might want to be on hand to meet 
Roman and also to coach her on what to say and how to 
act.

The next afternoon, as good as his word, Roman Pirelli 
stood outside the Embassy building showered, groomed, 
and well dressed. Gene pulled his Ford pickup next to 
the curb of the concourse where Roman hopped in and 
buckled up.

It was a short fifteen-minute drive to the house and 
Paula had already secured the key from the agent. Then 
given it to Rachel, who was there when they arrived.

Gene and Roman bailed out of the pickup as soon as Gene 
had parked beside the low, sleek two-door sports car 
parked in the drive. They headed up the old red brick 
sidewalk to meet the young woman standing on the porch.

Gene opened the introductions, "Miss Tonsi this is 
Roman Pirelli one of the finest home builders I have 
ever known. This is Miss Rachel Tonsi the new owner of 
this house Roman."

Roman extended his open hand to young woman of about 28 
and as soon as they touched he felt a tingling 
sensation in his hand. Everything in Roman's field of 
vision disappeared except the face of beauty that 
smiled in front of him.

Gene's voice trailed off into complete stillness as 
Roman stood there holding her hand. Time vanished in 
his world, as his body was filled with a sensual warmth 
he hadn't sensed in some time now.

Something passed through the young blonds eyes... 
something intense and he knew she felt the same power 
of the moment that he was experiencing. She lowered her 
eyes out of shyness and Roman could clearly see the 
flush, flashing the ivory skin of her cheeks.

And then it was gone, "Roman will be, if I can convince 
him to join the project, the primary force behind our 
effort here," he heard Gene say.

Her eyes were still on him as she slipped her arm 
through his and placed her slight form at his side. "Oh 
Roman, please let me show you what your in for," she 
had said almost mischievously, as she paused at his 
side.

She felt to Roman as if she had always belonged beside 
him and it both pleased and surprised Roman. Only one 
other person in his life had ever affected him this way 
and that had been Christine.

She turned to face him then and took both of his hands 
in hers, the vivid blue eyes swept slowly over his 
face, almost as if they were searching his mind to see 
what he thought of her. They pierced deeply into Romans 
heart, and he suddenly felt as if she already knew 
everything about him.

Stepping closer, her eyes still holding his Roman could 
smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume and sense 
the gentle softness in her statement before she even 
spoke.

"Oh Dear Roman, I do hope you'll stay and work for us," 
she had whispered to him.

Rachel had been surprised by the fact that Roman was as 
handsome as he was. She had been all but melted by the 
chemistry that had sparked as he touched her on the 
porch.

Their was danger here she knew, being attracted this 
strongly to the handsome stranger had never been part 
of the bargain. She could feel the heat at her cheeks, 
the blood filling her labia and her nipples harden 
inside her lace bra.

"What do you say we do a walk through and get a general 
idea of what we need Rachel," Roman had told her.

"Right then, I have some measurements I want to take 
outside, so I'll leave the two of you to it and get to 
work then," Gene said before he turned and left.

They paused briefly in one of the second story bedrooms 
and Rachel said, "Did you feel anything peculiar when 
we were introduced Roman," she asked moving in closer 
to him as she spoke.

"Yes Rachel, there was an undeniable chemistry going on 
down there," he admitted.

"I felt as if I'd known you forever and I've never even 
met you before today," she said softly

Rachel pressed her breasts into Romans chest as her 
arms went around his waist. "I'm strongly attracted to 
you Roman and don't even understand why," she 
whispered.

She pressed her lips to his and firmly laid her charms 
directly adjacent to his body. Her tongue, seeking 
immediate audience with his warm mouth, forced its way 
without invitation into the sweet depths of his cavity.

Rachel was dizzy with the power of his kisses and she 
was appalled at herself for acting this way it was so 
sluttish. But he was an addictive weakness that the 
lovely blond simply couldn't turn away from.

Her heart trembled, as did her body, when the current 
of lust arced through their tongues at first touch, 
warming her entire mound. Her legs shook and went soft, 
as her nipples bloomed against the hard warmth of 
Roman's chest.

"Rachel, are you sure you want this?" Roman asked her.

"I'm positive Roman, I have never felt so boldly about 
anyone like this before. You made me swell below and go 
wet immediately when you touched my hand, and my legs 
still feel like putty," she panted!

"I'm glad Rachel, because right now I need something in 
my life that I can feel passionate about, and I hope 
that will be you!" he told her.

Roman slipped his hand under the off white skirt she 
wore and found the front of her panties damp against 
his fingers. She moaned deeply into his mouth, as his 
fingers gently stroked her hot mound.

"Yes Roman... oh God yes!" she begged.

Reaching down she pulled the zipper of Roman's pants 
all the way down her hand then snaked in to touch the 
hot twitching member inside. Her small hand began to 
squeeze his hardness as her lips continued to enjoy his 
mouth.

Rachel simply refused to let him go, as her hunger for 
him went ravenous. While her tongue continued its 
warfare with his, her hands flew up and down the length 
of the firm bucking hardness she now held.

"Oh Roman, I know you want me and I feel exactly the 
same way. Make love to me Roman... here, now; mark me 
with your seed and make me yours," she gently pleaded.

Rachel knelt before this awesome man in front of her 
and took his cock into her mouth forcing it to the very 
back of her throat. She craved him in every way, he 
could use any part of her he wanted to, and she 
wouldn't care.

It was enough for her to be near him, to feel his skin, 
smell his scent, and taste that delicious mouth of his. 
She had never longed for the touch, or company of a man 
this way before. She knew that it was betrayal of her 
friends, but she would gladly give it all away for a 
chance to be his woman.

Rachel knew she was in love all ready, as she 
determined to make this the most memorable evening of 
his life. She worked his cock with all the skill she 
had and was delighted with the oratory of passion he 
emitted as she pleasured him.

"My God Rachel, this is happening so suddenly!" he 
moaned.

She smiled inwardly as her hand cupped his tight balls 
and gently squeezed. He was too big to get all the way 
in but she had managed all but the last inch and a half 
and the noise he made told her he was pleased.

"Stop Rachel and finish undressing... please!" he told 
her. As she did, Roman undressed as well.

Rachel immediately complied, stripping in record time 
she stood before her lover bare, and unashamed. His 
eyes drank deeply the beauty of this woman before him; 
she was exquisite in every way and cast a spell over 
his body that left only his lust for her, alive.

"Do I please you Roman?" she asked timidly.

"Rachel, you're breathtaking in every way!" he told 
her.

Her heart leapt at his response and she felt like a 
young virgin again, as she stood before him. Roman bent 
down slightly in front of her and placed his arms 
between and through her legs then stood again, lifting 
her with him.

He turned and placed his hands flat against the wall 
and slid her body up, until her crevice was level with 
his mouth. Roman dove in, his tongue immediately in 
contact with the moist fragrant folds of her labia.

Rachel had never been taken this way before, so 
suddenly undeclared and passionately...and it thrilled 
her. She could feel his powerful tongue work its magic 
against her clit, as he stabbed and slashed at her 
sensitive tissue.

"Oh God Roman I'm coming," she screamed, as her fingers 
went wild in his hair. Her heart was joyful as she felt 
her lover wolfishly consume the flowing fluids of her 
passion.

Roman let the lithe form of Rachel's body slide down to 
the floor once more. Where she rested her head on his 
chest, as her hands began their work on his thick cock 
once again.

"That was beautiful Roman, I have never come that 
quickly with anyone before," she said softly.

"I'm happy you're pleased Rachel... it's been awhile 
since I've been with anyone, I hope I didn't startle 
you with my abruptness," he told her.

Rachel walked over to the old dresser against the wall 
and leaned her upper body over it and said, "Take me 
Roman now, anyway you want to lover," she cooed.


Roman stood behind Rachel admiring every sexy curve of 
her body; the sexual passion so long dead in him was 
now rising with a savage ferocity that was nearly 
undeniable.

The shadows falling across her body accentuated the 
gentle swell of her cheeks and highlighted the 
curvaceous line of her hips and narrow waist. He could 
see the moisture between her gaping lips as they 
splayed open in front of him.

"Fuck me Roman... use me here, now lover, make me yours 
Roman please!" her voice intense and urgent with her 
plea.

He pressed the head of his cock between her moist lips 
and shoved himself part way inside her hot opening. 
Rachel moaned loudly and began to move her pussy in a 
tight circular motion attempting to coax Roman's cock 
deeper into her clutching passage.

It had been too long since Roman had experienced a hot 
woman to just rush through the process. So he dallied 
at the entrance to paradise and played his lovers body 
in the extreme.

"Please Roman... now please!" she begged.

"Let me play awhile Rachel... it's been so long now," 
he explained.

"Yes Roman... anything you want," she whispered back 
reluctantly.

Roman slapped the beautiful Rachel's ass and smiled as 
she flinched, then he teased her with the head of his 
cock some more. Reaching around her body his hands 
caressed her breasts, his fingertips then dancing 
joyfully around her proud, hard nipples tracing her 
areola.

Rachel moaned as his hands romanced the velvet skin of 
her tits and his cock continued to taunt her pussy. He 
was rough, and hard, and that's the way she wanted it, 
her cheeks still warm from his stinging love strokes.

"Do you really want this Rachel," he asked her again 
smiling behind her.

"Yes!!" she gasped. "Yes, yes, yes, anything Roman... 
just fuck me, use me now Roman, use me hard!!" she 
begged him.

Rachel screamed as Roman slammed himself into the 
small, wet opening, of her body. She erupted in orgasm 
around his cock immediately, as he bottomed out inside 
of her. She collapsed on top of the dresser, her 
breasts smashed flat against the top, as she shuddered 
through the remainder of her release.

"Oh fuck Roman... you do me well my love!" she told 
him.

Roman continued his assault on her pussy, as she lay 
there in front of him open, and vulnerable. She smiled 
as she lay there reveling in the glow of her orgasm and 
loving the feel of him in her body.

"Smack... smack... smack!" Her ass trembled from the 
force of his blows and her reddish glow was very 
becoming to the eyes of her lover.

"Bastard... harder, fuck me harder Roman!" she hissed 
at him.

He fucked with the fury that only comes from a long 
abstinence; all the energy of his pain, and loneliness 
went into the long powerful thrusts that now filled 
Rachel's body with his pounding cock.

"Oh God Roman... oh baby, its happening again!" she 
cried out.

When Rachel's pussy clamped down on his cock he flooded 
her lovely body with his hot seed. His skin tingling 
all over, his balls aching from the contractions, his 
nipples rock hard. She clutched and convulsed around 
his driving meat, milking his body of every last drop 
of fluid.

When the rage of his lust had subsided, Rachel knew why 
Christine had went to such lengths to redeem this 
man... she loved him, as Rachel herself, did now as 
well.

"Do you believe in love at first sight Roman?" she'd 
asked him softly.

"Yes Rachel, I do. The chemistry we experienced 
downstairs when I arrived, I have only felt with one 
other person... my wife," he told her.

"I think I'm in love with you already Roman," her voice 
full of awe and confusion as she spoke the words. She 
didn't understand how something like this could happen 
so quickly, but she wasn't at all sorry that it had.

"It happens that way sometimes Rachel... and you should 
know, I feel very deeply about you too," he 
acknowledged.

She placed her hands on both sides of his face and drew 
him near, then kissed him deeply. It was gentle, open, 
and searching, as she sought to reveal the tenderness 
she felt for him, it wasn't lost on Roman, he 
understood and he longed to return it.

"Do me a favor Roman, please don't tell your friend or 
anyone else what happened between us... not yet at 
least, will you do that for me?" she asked.

"I would never tarnish your honor Rachel, but I would 
like to see a lot more of you," he told her.

"You will Roman... I promise you," she told him, before 
kissing him again.

"Do you really think you can do anything with this 
place?" she asked him smiling now.

"Oh yes... it will take time but we can," he reassured 
her.

"Will you let me come and stay overnight here with you 
Roman?" She asked gently.

"If you don't, I'll be knocking on your door asking to 
stay with you," he chuckled.

They dressed and finished the tour, she never moved 
from his side after that and kept her arm through his 
for the remainder of their examination.

Roman paused before they went back down placing a 
single finger under her chin; he lifted her face to 
meet his. He kissed her there, lightly at first his 
lips barely touching hers. Rachel answered with a 
passion he hadn't expected as her tongue forcefully 
probed him and her arms clutched his body fiercely.

Her kisses consumed him until her lips were the only 
things that mattered in his crazy world. She broke the 
kiss, as Roman stood there, shaken before the awesome 
power of her deep passion.

"You belong to me now, Roman, and I'm going to take 
care of you," she told him.

"It's nice to finally belong to someone again Rachel, 
he told her.

They decided he would move into the site tomorrow and 
take possession setting up a small temporary living 
area on the lower floor. Rachel had even offered to 
come around and give Roman a hand moving in which he 
quickly accepted.

As soon as Roman and Gene had pulled away in his truck 
Rachel called Paula and gave her the news. Christine 
was elated by the news when she heard it and just knew 
for sure that everything would be all right in a little 
while.

Continued in part 2...             DuePain@yahoo.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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