Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 11:33:22 GMT -5
The room is filled with loud ass music as everyone’s laughter and can be heard. It is a gathering for my company’s charity event and trust me when I say the last place I want to be is here. This afternoon went better then I thought with Alex, but a turn for the worse for me and Marlena. After Marlena had explained to Alex that she was going to be with me and this was her decision, he went a little haywire, ranting and raving that it was all my fault, which of course brings a joy to my life. He seemed to calm down after a bit and realized he had lost and I had won her love, deciding this game of stupidity was now over. Shortly after he packed up and left, Marlena and I seemed to have got into this tick for tack kind of argument, blaming stupid events from the past on each other. And the funny thing about it, is I was blaming her for things she doesn’t remember, but I think the real thing that hurt her was when I accused her of opening her legs to Roman. She was mad, I knew she was as she made accusations about me sleeping with a whore….a whore who had no morals. She watched me with venom in her eyes as she grabbed a picture of us and hurled it at me, shattering the frame on the wall behind me.
“A whore for a whore….I guess that would be appropriate, don’t you think?” The way she said it made my soul burn and my heart crack. I watched her walk off as she climbed the stairs, not once turning back to look at me. So just when I think nothing could go worse, Kate calls my cell phone, which Marlena happens to have since I let her use it when her phone died. Three minutes later after she has left me downstairs, Marlena storms down the stairs, throwing the phone at me, explaining who it was. Kate informs me not to forget about the charity event and at first I tell her to go without me but she insists that it is my charity ball. I know she is right so of course I agree but only if my wife comes along. So the best part is going upstairs and persuading Marlena, which is a whole other issue.
Nonetheless, we are here in this huge ballroom, champagne flowing, caviar rolling, and money glowing. As soon as we walk in the door, it’s like a stampede of people running up and shaking hands with me and my wife. We are so caught up with the crowd that we barely talk to eachother or even look at one another. Pictures seem to go off non-stop, I don’t even have a clue to where I am going and who I am seeing. An hour flies by and finally I catch a glimpse of my wife, who is standing in a long black form fitting dress, with a dip in the back that stops just barely above her ass. The dress is not so low in the front, just enough to let your imagination wander, it has thin straps that dance along her shoulders and hooks behind her neck….definitely a dress of seduction, sexiness, and a bit sophistication. She is chatting with some woman and I purposely interrupt them and my arm slides around her thin waist and my lips peck her neck. She is thrown off guard as she tenses up then waves her wine glass to the lady, explaining that the owner has graced us with his presence. I introduce myself as usual and then ask if I can steal her away for just a moment, to which the woman agrees to. I reach for her hand but she moves it away, her face barley looking at mine as she smiles at other people.
“What’s wrong Marlena? Are you still upset with me?” I ask as she gives a fake smile.
“Always…” With that she raises her glass to me and drinks the remainder of the alcohol as she walks away, leaving me alone. So another hour passes and I have yet to be near my wife, wishing what I said earlier, I could take it back. I feel a pair of hands run over my back and then slide around me as Kate appears in front of me.
“Don’t you look handsome?” She smiles and I can tell she is intoxicated as her hands continue to roam down my dark tailored tux. I push her hands away from me and grab them with mine as I whisper for her to stop this foolishness before she regrets it. However, she has failed to hear my plea as he hands grab my tie and she slides her fingers up and down, trying to pull it from under my vest. I grab her hand in mine and warn her as I lean close to her face, and then as if I know someone was watching me, I glance up and see my wife, watching. I let go of Kate and go after her as she walks away and into the lobby of the hall. There is a grand staircase that curves up and leads to a dark and secluded balcony where you can admire the room from above, without heavy crowds all around you. I quickly run up those stairs after her and give much admiration to how quickly she runs up with three and half inch stilettos. I grab a hold of her as we reach the top and she fights to release her arms from my grasp.
“Marlena! What you saw was nothing that you are thinking.” I tell her as she gives me evil eyes.
“And what is it that I’m thinking, John!” She snaps as I watch her face, admiring how beautiful she is, how beautiful her makeup is done, how beautiful she looks when she is upset and with makeup on.
“She kept grabbing me and I grabbed her hands from me and leaned into her because the music was too loud….I told her that if she kept doing that, she would regret it.” I state as she rolls her eyes, not believing a word I’m saying. I grab her face as I lean in and kiss her roughly on the mouth. At first she is fighting me, and putting up a really good one but as my tongue plays with her lips, her anger chips. I pin her to the wall behind as my hands leave her face and go to her neck, where my lips have now found her sweet gentle skin. I hear her low moans, or maybe they were loud but with this damn loud ass music no one can tell. I move us a little further from the staircase just in case someone should venture up and see us in a passionate exchange. My lips have found her mouth yet again and this time are tongues duel with eachother, erotically yet passionately. That familiar burn in my stomach rises and I can feel my arousal begin, pressing slightly on my tux pants. I reach down between our bodies, grabbing her breast in my hand and caressing them roughly. I let my lips wander from her as they travel down her chest and to her stomach. I squat down as my hands now slide under her dress, traveling up her silken covered legs, skimming higher and higher. I realize that she has on my favorite type of nylons, the thigh high laced rimmed, and I do everything in my power not to rip them from her. Instead my hands find her sicken panties and slide them down her long legs and lifting each elegant stiletto covered foot as I remove them from her body. She watches me with passion filled eyes as I slowly lift her dress up and little by little, as I stand to my feet. With one hand, I grab her dress while the other goes to my pants and quickly undoes the button and fly. She has yet to move from the wall, her hands still, her breathing heavy. I release my aroused penis from its restraints as the pants hang loose, and the black silken boxers still cover my way. I lower the boxers as much a possible with one had, enough to let him jump free. My hand then goes back to her dress, where I hoist it up higher, stopping right above her hips, and then quickly lifting her up. Her legs wrap around me as I pin her arms to the wall, holding her still as I kiss her roughly. One hand goes back to my penis as I find her entrance and prepare it for entry, stiffening as much as possible. With no words, I watch her eyes as I slam into her hard, causing her to scream my name.
“A whore for a whore….I guess that would be appropriate, don’t you think?” The way she said it made my soul burn and my heart crack. I watched her walk off as she climbed the stairs, not once turning back to look at me. So just when I think nothing could go worse, Kate calls my cell phone, which Marlena happens to have since I let her use it when her phone died. Three minutes later after she has left me downstairs, Marlena storms down the stairs, throwing the phone at me, explaining who it was. Kate informs me not to forget about the charity event and at first I tell her to go without me but she insists that it is my charity ball. I know she is right so of course I agree but only if my wife comes along. So the best part is going upstairs and persuading Marlena, which is a whole other issue.
Nonetheless, we are here in this huge ballroom, champagne flowing, caviar rolling, and money glowing. As soon as we walk in the door, it’s like a stampede of people running up and shaking hands with me and my wife. We are so caught up with the crowd that we barely talk to eachother or even look at one another. Pictures seem to go off non-stop, I don’t even have a clue to where I am going and who I am seeing. An hour flies by and finally I catch a glimpse of my wife, who is standing in a long black form fitting dress, with a dip in the back that stops just barely above her ass. The dress is not so low in the front, just enough to let your imagination wander, it has thin straps that dance along her shoulders and hooks behind her neck….definitely a dress of seduction, sexiness, and a bit sophistication. She is chatting with some woman and I purposely interrupt them and my arm slides around her thin waist and my lips peck her neck. She is thrown off guard as she tenses up then waves her wine glass to the lady, explaining that the owner has graced us with his presence. I introduce myself as usual and then ask if I can steal her away for just a moment, to which the woman agrees to. I reach for her hand but she moves it away, her face barley looking at mine as she smiles at other people.
“What’s wrong Marlena? Are you still upset with me?” I ask as she gives a fake smile.
“Always…” With that she raises her glass to me and drinks the remainder of the alcohol as she walks away, leaving me alone. So another hour passes and I have yet to be near my wife, wishing what I said earlier, I could take it back. I feel a pair of hands run over my back and then slide around me as Kate appears in front of me.
“Don’t you look handsome?” She smiles and I can tell she is intoxicated as her hands continue to roam down my dark tailored tux. I push her hands away from me and grab them with mine as I whisper for her to stop this foolishness before she regrets it. However, she has failed to hear my plea as he hands grab my tie and she slides her fingers up and down, trying to pull it from under my vest. I grab her hand in mine and warn her as I lean close to her face, and then as if I know someone was watching me, I glance up and see my wife, watching. I let go of Kate and go after her as she walks away and into the lobby of the hall. There is a grand staircase that curves up and leads to a dark and secluded balcony where you can admire the room from above, without heavy crowds all around you. I quickly run up those stairs after her and give much admiration to how quickly she runs up with three and half inch stilettos. I grab a hold of her as we reach the top and she fights to release her arms from my grasp.
“Marlena! What you saw was nothing that you are thinking.” I tell her as she gives me evil eyes.
“And what is it that I’m thinking, John!” She snaps as I watch her face, admiring how beautiful she is, how beautiful her makeup is done, how beautiful she looks when she is upset and with makeup on.
“She kept grabbing me and I grabbed her hands from me and leaned into her because the music was too loud….I told her that if she kept doing that, she would regret it.” I state as she rolls her eyes, not believing a word I’m saying. I grab her face as I lean in and kiss her roughly on the mouth. At first she is fighting me, and putting up a really good one but as my tongue plays with her lips, her anger chips. I pin her to the wall behind as my hands leave her face and go to her neck, where my lips have now found her sweet gentle skin. I hear her low moans, or maybe they were loud but with this damn loud ass music no one can tell. I move us a little further from the staircase just in case someone should venture up and see us in a passionate exchange. My lips have found her mouth yet again and this time are tongues duel with eachother, erotically yet passionately. That familiar burn in my stomach rises and I can feel my arousal begin, pressing slightly on my tux pants. I reach down between our bodies, grabbing her breast in my hand and caressing them roughly. I let my lips wander from her as they travel down her chest and to her stomach. I squat down as my hands now slide under her dress, traveling up her silken covered legs, skimming higher and higher. I realize that she has on my favorite type of nylons, the thigh high laced rimmed, and I do everything in my power not to rip them from her. Instead my hands find her sicken panties and slide them down her long legs and lifting each elegant stiletto covered foot as I remove them from her body. She watches me with passion filled eyes as I slowly lift her dress up and little by little, as I stand to my feet. With one hand, I grab her dress while the other goes to my pants and quickly undoes the button and fly. She has yet to move from the wall, her hands still, her breathing heavy. I release my aroused penis from its restraints as the pants hang loose, and the black silken boxers still cover my way. I lower the boxers as much a possible with one had, enough to let him jump free. My hand then goes back to her dress, where I hoist it up higher, stopping right above her hips, and then quickly lifting her up. Her legs wrap around me as I pin her arms to the wall, holding her still as I kiss her roughly. One hand goes back to my penis as I find her entrance and prepare it for entry, stiffening as much as possible. With no words, I watch her eyes as I slam into her hard, causing her to scream my name.
