The Bull, the Stag, and the Vixen (Nebuchadnezzar x Wyatt x Clio)
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				Title: <strong>The Bull, the Stag, and the Vixen (Nebuchadnezzar x Wyatt x Clio)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nebuchadnezzar</strong> on <strong>30-10-2019, 23:31:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rPFCNly.jpg)</div>Temptation Resorts - just like its slogan promised, it was indeed, <em>a little bit of paradise on Earth.</em> Situated near the Equator on a quaint little island on the Carribean, the luxury resort saw many visitors from the upper echelons of society. It was, after all, an expensive and desirable place to be, with temperate climates all year round and business booming. Despite its big name, it had more of a community feel to it, as opposed to mainstream getaways. Individual suites were in collections of small hut-like houses with all the necessary amenities and amazing seaside views. The bedrooms in particular - the majority of which, were built with the expectations of couples residing there - were immensely luxurious. With king-sized mattresses and pristine views of the clear ocean, they had every comfort man or woman could imaginable. <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/y8QFhO9.jpg)</div>Though, not many stayed cooped up in their rooms. During the long sunlit hours, women in bikinis and shirtless men could be found lounging around the common areas near the shoreline, enjoying the mellow sunlight and cool ocean breeze. Servers came and went with constant smiles on their faces and brightly-cleaned uniforms. They did their jobs so well, that they were almost invisible among the cast of the rich and relaxed, who lounged like kings and queens, even if it was for a mere weekend or two of their residency.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DPpdbxG.png)</div>And of course, the night time held its own rewards, with its naturally ventilated, cooled, and relaxed dining and lounging areas. There were intimate, candlelit tables for couples as well as broader seating areas for larger parties. A constant stream of soothing music played in the background during the nights of the hotel restaurant, with a hum of conversation coming from the diners. It wasn't all too rare for one of those retired musicians who had their heyday a few decades ago to come and entertain. Yet, that was never the focus - just background noise. The focus was the people, their interactions. Overall, it was a relaxing place, with beautiful people, beautiful scenery, and no worries of disruptive technology and the societal judgements of society.<br><br>Medex had a several decade-long relationship with this fancy resort. Having held several of their successful multi-national meetings there in the past, this massive company was one of Temptation Resort's largest customers. And due to that, many of Medex's finest employess got significant benefits and opportunities to visit the area quite frequently. Often there were company-wide events there, where the more important people would gather together under the pretense of a business meeting and drink to Bacchanalian excess on the company bill. More often however, couples and individuals visited. Some men came with their wives, others came with girlfriends and lovers - and that was the majority of the population that inhabited the lofty resort. It wasn't exactly a family getaway, as the resort aimed to produce a more romantic sort of atmosphere. Tropical heat, good food, and a miasma of carelessness was certainly conducive to lovers reigniting their passions...Paradise on Earth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bull, the Stag, and the Vixen (Nebuchadnezzar x Wyatt x Clio)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>01-11-2019, 04:35:19</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Morning</strong></span><br><br>It was a gorgeous and soothing and very early Saturday morning as Gabriel Collins sipped a cup of coffee and looked out onto the natural glory and unmatchable ocean front scenery that filled his eyes.&nbsp; Temptation Island, the name itself was one that made him wince and smile all at once, and such was his life, and the role he played in it.&nbsp; Corporate Compliance, his job sounded so intently moral and upright and beyond reproach, yet here he was, in the midst of an isle and locale named after the very devil he danced with each day.&nbsp; There was an irony in it and not lost at all upon Gabriel, in fact he enjoyed the hell out of it.&nbsp; He made this possible.&nbsp; Not the resort itself, he hadn’t created the natural beauty here nor carved out and built up the sensual decadence of the resort itself, its temptations both of flesh that was plentiful and perfect, and in simply losing one’s self in the wanton hedonism that filled the soul of all who stayed here any length of time.<br><br>He laughed a soft chuckle to himself, his beyond beautiful, brilliant and charming bride still asleep as he stole away a few moments not for himself, but to confess to himself as he did every day of his life.&nbsp; The people that employed him paid him richly, though his salary seemed logical as it was a fraction of the enormous fines Medex paid to settle the government’s suit half a decade earlier.&nbsp; Pay a very nice penny to Gabriel to prevent sending a lot of nickels and quarters to the coffers of the regulatory beasts that breathed down their necks every day…that was the public face of it, the corporate compliance plan that he drafted had a starkly dulling power and bureaucratic beauty to its legalese sprinkled length and audacious claims of corporate piety and pureness of purpose and policy.<br><br>And then there was the reality of what he did, of why Medex paid him so handsomely.&nbsp; It wasn’t to simply prevent the regulatory boogeymen from haunting their bankrolls and damaging their image in the press along the way, oh that was certainly a part of it, but any man or woman could accomplish that, and fuck the company to a flat and pitiful bottom line all along the way.&nbsp; No, that was the trick of it.&nbsp; Gabriel knew what the laws and regulations said, what the corporate compliance plan demanded and promised, he knew the lines that could and must never be crossed, but he also knew and manipulated and massaged and spun so many more lines in a way that few others ever could.&nbsp; His position of piety had one true purpose…to find the way every rule, line, the meaning and very letters of words could be parsed out and danced between to allow Medex to walk on the very edge of those few unbreakable lines and never, ever fall over.<br><br>In essence, he enabled them to cheat, but just enough, to lie, but never completely, to steal, but never in a way that could be traced to them…to break every regulatory and moral commandment, except for those rare few unbreakable vows and promises, the ones that he walked and danced upon every day as he made it possible for other men and women in the company, for the organization itself, to make obscene profits, to milk, bilk and seduce money from the pockets of others and into their own, without ever falling over that dark edge they once had, and that was so much steeper now after their original sins had been caught and their punishment meted out.&nbsp; Whenever someone needed to turn a limit into the nearly limitless, they looked to Gabriel for guidance.&nbsp; Not forgiveness, but permission, the permission to break, tweak and slip around, preferably the latter, all of the rules and barriers and stop signs, save for those very few that he allowed no one to cross.&nbsp; When it came to those critical and unthinkable lines to never cross, break or breach, Gabriel’s words, memos, his very looks carried the lightning and thunder in them and everyone from the CEO on down obeyed his demands and commands when he gave them in that way.<br><br>STOP meant STOP, but because they could count on him to know and enforce only those hard and fast and rarer than one might think lines and rules, while everywhere else, everything else, once he gave his permission and advice, his guidance, became a GO light to engage in capitalistic bacchanalia.&nbsp; They knew he was watching, from close or afar, always knowing that excessive excess was their goal, more and more and then even more, and that he was quietly there, enabling their sins and guarding those last few pure, cardinal lines from them, and them from crossing those lines and falling into the tragic danger and lost careers and fortunes that lay just beyond those singularly unapproachable horizons.&nbsp; That was what he confessed each morning to himself, just as he had then in the midst of the carnally natural beauty that this place was, and by the time his cup was empty, his guilt was assuaged and he became that creature they needed him to be once more…time to wake Erika and revel in her beauty, a transcendent beauty that made this isle seem like it would be nothing special at all if he were here and she were not.<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://quotesfact.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Christoph-Waltz-Net-Worth-is-23-Million-Dollars.jpg)</div><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>That afternoon</strong></span><br><br>The weather was perfection, sunny, with a few wispy clouds that seemed to simply paint their delicate decorations upon the royal blue of the sky, as a viscerally fragrant sea breeze blew in from the darker blue of the frothing ocean surf, cooling their flesh as Gabriel, in swim shorts and loose, unbuttoned short sat watching the scenery with Erika beneath the umbrella he placed just so to protect her perfectly creamy and pale flesh from the nearly equatorial sun’s blazing rays.&nbsp; They had two more nights here, but Sunday night was always a quiet time of packing up bags and clothes, souvenirs and memories to take home to Richmond with them on the early Monday flight out.&nbsp; This was the last full and real day and night of their much needed vacation and Gabriel turned to look at and drink in the depth of his wife’s luscious curves and picture perfect, pin up picture perfect, loveliness.&nbsp; <br><br>She was younger than her, but neither an innocent babe by the time they wed, and it worked because of that and much more.&nbsp; It worked because they loved each other, had tasted much of what the world had to offer first and decided on each other, but even paradise gets a bit stale after seven years and&nbsp; Gabriel’s fortieth birthday had passed that week,&nbsp; His hair was nearly dark as his eyes for the most part, but his beard teased at the distinct and distinguished grey that was arriving more and more of late, though having a drop dead gorgeous wife tease you about becoming a silver fox took the sting out of that, and yet didn’t.&nbsp; She noticed, she liked, but she noticed.&nbsp; And he noticed that her eyes, their delicious hue able to melt his heart and stiffen his cock in a singularly spectacular look she tossed his way with such ease, he noticed that they looked his way, but also danced with particular decadence across the form and figure of a certain fellow they seemed to happen upon several times that week.<br><br>Gabriel wasn’t the sort to believe in coincidences and more than a few men had found themselves irresistibly drawn to her presence over the years, sometimes without even realizing the impossible power her beauty had to do such things.&nbsp; He wasn’t a stalker sort, and Gabriel had to admit that it might be that Erika was drawn to have them set up each day at the beach near to where he was.&nbsp; Both were allowed to look, their relationship mature and trusting, and, well, damn, as he said on rare occasions, had he been a woman, Gabriel surely would be spying the darkly beautiful man himself.&nbsp; The words spilled from his lips without conscious thought, but once out, could not be taken back,<br><br><strong>“Shall we have him, Love?”</strong> he asked his wife, his Erika, adding after a very purposely pregnant pause, <strong>“For drinks, of course, perhaps dinner?&nbsp; Surely you have enjoyed drinking enough of him in this week enough to make any man thirsty for a taste of your charming company…as I always am…we likely won't ever see him again, after all...”</strong><br><br>And so it was out there, and though he didn’t know it yet, so the new chapter to their story together began…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bull, the Stag, and the Vixen (Nebuchadnezzar x Wyatt x Clio)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-11-2019, 07:18:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XvZwizA.jpg)</div> <br>Erika Collins had a pretty good life, and she knew it. She had received a good education at the University of Pennsylvania, majoring in history and minoring in Literature, and she'd been married to Gabriel for seven years now. Not only did he make a killing as the personal legal counsel for a large medical supply company, but she had her own job which she worked from her own home. She was the author of several non-fiction volumes on the history of early American literature, so she was able to spend most of her time researching. This suited her just fine.<br><br>This also meant she made her own schedule, and whenever Gabriel was able to take off work to escape to "Temptation Island," she could easily set aside her projects for a few days and accompany him to the tropical paradise that they enjoyed with abandon. He worked hard, although she preferred to not think about the fact that he essentially allowed the large corporation to play <em>just</em> on this side of the rules. It bothered her moral compass a bit more than she'd like, but she knew that he'd draw the line if they ever went too far. At least, she hoped he would. Her husband was a good man and she trusted him, so she truly believed he would.<br><br>This afternoon she wore a black bikini with a drawstring top and bottoms that showed off her hourglass figure. She was definitely more curvy than was fashionable, but Gabriel couldn't keep his eyes off her ample chest and ass, so she flaunted and sauntered every chance she got in front of him. Her red waves fell to her mid back and her pale skin was carefully covered with sunscreen. She re-applied often and stayed beneath the umbrella when she wasn't swimming. She already had plenty of freckles over her chest, shoulders, arms, and legs. She didn't need any more. <br><br>Drinking a sweet tea and leaning back as she once again noticed the tall black man who had very noticeably looked her over a few times, she blushed when Gabriel spoke. Had she truly been so obvious? At first, she didn't know how to answer. They'd never spoken about flirting with other men, and his suggestion stunned Erika. True, the offer was temptation itself...like the island...but was this a test? Maybe Gabriel wanted to ask just to hear her say no? Something in his tone seemed genuine, though. Besides, he wasn't the sort to 'test' their relationship like that. Swallowing another gulp of tea, she set it aside and turned to her handsome spouse.<br><br>"Pardon? Are you serious?" She chanced another glance at the stranger and then back to Gabriel. Then repeated. Feeling like she was on an episode of Candid Camera, she had no idea how this would go. Surely just dinner couldn't hurt. Besides, the man would probably say no anyway. The invitation would likely freak him out. "I...I can't believe you suggested that, but alright. Sure. Why not?" Downing her tea as if it was alcoholic liquid courage, she stood up and approached the man with her husband at her side. Having no idea whatsoever how to do this, she figured just ripping off the band-aid was probably best.<br><br>"Hi. My name is Erika and this is my husband Gabriel. We were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner this evening." There. It was done. Now he'd likely turn them down and they could go back to their lives as usual before her husband noticed her checking out a hot guy by the pool. After all, looking never hurt anyone...right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bull, the Stag, and the Vixen (Nebuchadnezzar x Wyatt x Clio)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nebuchadnezzar</strong> on <strong>06-11-2019, 22:18:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JzVlSIR.png)</div> The tropical getaway was a much needed relief for Darius Briggs. The way he lived life, it was either 100% off or 100% off. Over the years, he'd seen the merits of dedication and hard-work as it helped him go from an intern in college to a suited, respected sales executive in the main branch of Medex. He'd come far, and it was hard for him to sometimes settle down. This little getaway at Temptation Resorts was almost forced upon him by his higher ups. Already delighted by his productivity, they wanted him to rest, enjoy himself, and...be grateful to the company for giving him amazing perks. Though reluctant at first, Darius came to enjoy his near week long vacation. It was just perfect with the atmosphere, the ocean, the food, everything. The only thing he could put his finger on, that was missing, was a woman by his side. Now Darius did love sex. In fact, his major form of stress relief was fucking or working on his body. And certainly, he loved women, but his tenacity towards his work life gave him little room to make space for long-term relationships. And so, it was a fling here, a fling there, and one-night-stands on occasion. It worked for him, even if it made sudden getaways like these sub-optimal. Little did he know, his luck, on the near last-day of his vacation, would change.<br><br>He was fresh out of the pool, wiping down that strong body of his with a towel, when he heard the footsteps of the redheaded woman as she approached. Over the days, he'd seen her about with her man. They made friendly eye-contact once in a while, and he was almost sure they'd had those awkward moments of catching one of them staring at the other, at least a half-dozen times. But such things happen on a resort like this. Though Darius had taken note of how gorgeous she was, he knew she wasn't here alone - and so, he never once approached her, trying to enjoy the other luxuries the resort had to offer instead.<br><br>Turning towards her naturally as he heard her question, the tall, dark man's left eyebrow perked up. At first, he thought he'd heard her wrong - maybe some water stuck in his ear? But with her husband behind her, and no hint of anything unusual on her expression, Darius had to accept those words for what they were. It was a little strange. It would be one thing if they knew each other - and it would also probably be appropriate if she was alone. Yet, she had said "<em>us.</em>" Not <em>me.</em> She implied the two of them, and that was the part that confused Darius just slightly. Brushing the thought aside, and reassuring himself he was over-analyzing things, he put on a big, social smile and extended his dry hand forwards.<br><br>"Dinner? Sure, that sounds great. Good to meet you Erika - and you too Garbiel," he nodded towards them, carrying on the conversation. "I feel a little bad; I saw you two around here all week along, I should've been polite and asked y'all first. But didn't wanna disturb you, you know what I'm saying?" he followed up, still trying to make sense of things completely. She had said that was her husband, right? Was he mistaken. His eyes scanned her finger for a wedding ring as he awaited her handshake.<br><br>Up close, Darius realized she was quite the attractive woman. And the way she spoke, she seemed pretty decently well read too. And that man behind her...he looked vaguely familiar. But he seemed to have an educated sense about him as well. Deciding that this was nothing but a friendly invite, given how calm and nice these two appeared, Darius shunned the notion that anything odd was going on. He stood confidently with his broad shoulders and toned, ebony body. There were several tattoos littered onto his skin from his younger days, but the gleam of the sunshine and the color of his skin, made them fade into his muscle, leaving barely a mark. At his height, he cast a large, broad shadow across the redhead's body, standing as an imposing figure.<br><br>"I'll tell you what, dinner's on me. My treat to the married couple. Company's payin' for it anyway," he grinned, hoping to return their kind offer with kindness of his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bull, the Stag, and the Vixen (Nebuchadnezzar x Wyatt x Clio)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wyatt</strong> on <strong>08-11-2019, 05:12:40</strong>
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				Gabriel simply smiled a slightly mischievous smile at Erika when she asked if he was serious about inviting the dark skinned man to dinner.&nbsp; She well knew that Gabriel liked to get a rise out of her and was more spontaneous that most gave him credit for being since at work he always had it be very calculating and careful in what he did and allowed or stopped others from doing.&nbsp; This time he had taken himself a bit by surprise though, almost as if the words sprung from his lips before he fully thought them out, or more truly, they were thought out by a more instinctive and less analytic side than he usually allowed to control his actions and words.<br><br>Erika was glorious in the way she moved, even simply walking over to the man, she was every bit the Goddess he married, each year somehow making her more and more desirable, gorgeous, sensual.&nbsp; It was so true that for a woman she was just about to enter her sexual prime, one that men hit physically nearer to 18 years of age, though there was something to be said for experience too, something that drew his wife to him in a powerful, but very different way than her eyes and attentiosn had been drawn to the Nubian Adonis that they approached.<br><br>Gabriel stood just behind and to the side of Erika, having her take the lead, make the first move and offer their company, her company, to the fellow.&nbsp; The truer purpose in where Gabriel stood was an angle that became utterly enthralling once they were close enough.&nbsp; Erika’s pale, creamy and perfectly feminine flesh contrasted with such stark perfection to its opposite, and yet not her opposite, as the man was beautiful in his own majestic way.&nbsp; He replied and spoke with a voice Gabriel knew Erika would melt a bit for, and a proper kind of respect that one man had for another man’s woman, yet his eyes, Darius’ eyes now that he was known to them, were respectful, yet drank her in from head to toe and all of those unmatchable curves and lines in between.<br><br>Gabriel offered his hand in greeting to the fellow who seemed to be quite unattached all week, despite being a catch more than one woman had tried to bait their way.&nbsp; Erika had been watching him, gazing longingly at Darius’ masculine, almost overwhelming form, and Gabriel’s eyes followed the lead of his wife, but saw the bigger picture.&nbsp; Others didn’t stand a chance of garnering Darius’ attentions, not when Erika was near at least, and Gabriel was prideful and adoring of the power of his wife’s beauty.&nbsp; He always encouraged her to look her best, never to hide her voluptuous figure from the world.&nbsp; She was his, and the world could see that he was hers, each by their own choice, a wily and handsome man and his wife whom could make Aphrodite jealous and Venus weep in envy of.<br><br>“Well met, Darius, and our apologies for not inviting you to share some time with us sooner.&nbsp; It is a hard balance to figure, sometimes a man just needs time and space to himself, but we are leaving soon enough, though not too soon, and it is our pleasure to meet you and make a friend of you for us both,” Gabriel offered and nodded, “Dinner on your company, drinks and dessert on mine, no reason they can’t both chip in and allow us a bit of decadence to enjoy together tonight, right?” Gabriel asked and offered, appreciating all that Darius offered to them, but feeling more comfortable to not feel indebted to the man too much.&nbsp; How the night went, the thoughts that the visuals in front of him then, still innocent and yet not, inspired, they were still just thoughts and if they became anything more it would be by choice, not a sense of one owing the anything more than they should.&nbsp; Gabriel allowed Erika and Darius to have some more time to talk a bit more, share any more details of where and when to meet and the like, before they parted from each other and headed their respective ways with Gabriel’s arm around Erika’s winsome waist, holding her in a way that almost encouraged her to give Darius a wantonly beautiful show as they headed back to their room.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Back in the couple's suite before dinner</strong></span><br><br>It was two hours before their appointed meeting time with Darius, Gabriel finished showering early enough that Erika could start getting ready soon.&nbsp; She didn’t need two hours, or even twenty minutes of getting ready to walk into that dining room that night and be the Belle of the Ball, her stunning and natural beauty and body something that needed little in the way of adornment and even less in the way of being made up…and yet Gabriel guessed that Erika might be nervous and excited and curious and a ton of other things that would cause her to take all of that time, and Gabriel was a man who always made quite certain that his wife had everything she wanted and needed.&nbsp; He knew she would feel all of those ways because he did too, certainly in his own manner and way, but the two were alike and together long enough to sense each other’s feelings and emotions and…gods he wanted to simply walk into their bedroom and ravage her then and there, to claim and reclaim her thoughts and body and her eyes as they gazed up at him in orgasm, or down at him since so often lately their lovemaking had been more…creative.<br><br>Not simply intercourse, but Gabriel pleasuring Erika with his mouth and fingers in nearly endless ways, teasing and pleasing, driving her almost as mad with lust as she drove him.&nbsp; It occurred to Gabriel in that moment that he had not actually fucked his wife, hadn’t lain her down and simply pressed his length inside of her.&nbsp; They played, oral, hands, talking and showing, all very exquisite, very creative and sensual, and with breasts like Erika was blessed with it was hardly shocking that Gabriel loved his hardness being pressed between those pillowy mounds as they took each other that way.&nbsp; He wondered, as he poured a drink, cold as it was mostly ice and much needed that way, if their ‘creativity’ wasn’t somehow one way of saying the rest of their love life, their sex life, wasn’t somehow…lacking of late.&nbsp; <br><br>“So tell me, Lover, what are you thinking about wearing out tonight?” Gabriel asked his Goddess and girlish beauty, as she was all of that and more, his voice cracking a bit with anticipation and nervousness of the unknown, and the double entendre he made was completely unplanned, but like earlier, once the words were out he was too prideful, and aroused, to take them back.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bull, the Stag, and the Vixen (Nebuchadnezzar x Wyatt x Clio)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-11-2019, 07:21:51</strong>
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				Erika honestly couldn't believe she'd made the first move. Well, technically Gabriel had made the first move by suggesting it to begin with, but she'd gone up to a stranger and asked him to have dinner with her and her husband. He must think they're crazy. Either that, or he might assume that they do this all the time. Of course, neither was the case. They had a good sex life, but it wasn't exactly what one would call kinky. Besides, after seven years of marriage, there was bound to be a bit of a slump she supposed. It wasn't exactly a slump anyway. They still had plenty of orgasms, but she had a hard time climaxing with just regular penetration anymore. Because of that, Gabriel had resorted to other means. He was very good at those other means, though, and she thoroughly enjoyed their time in bed. His tongue and fingers were extremely talented, and whatever stamina his age had affected erection-wise did not apply to his oral or dexterity. She swore that man could go for hours.<br><br>Sometimes she wished he would take a bit more charge in the bedroom, but she knew she was lucky to have a man who even cared about her pleasure...let alone could give her multiple orgasms per night. Neither of them had ever been unfaithful, at least, as far as she knew, and he had been her first lover. Yes, she'd been 25 when they married, but she'd been focused on school and hadn't gone 'all the way' before him. Therefore, Gabriel was all she knew. She'd fooled around with a few guys before him, but he was the only man who'd been inside her.<br><br>The one thing that had always pained both of them was their lack of a child. They'd tried for so many years and it just seemed like it wasn't meant to be. She didn't use birth control anymore and they hadn't bought condoms for years, as they knew they didn't need them. Erika was convinced she was barren. The only good thing about that was that while they were still having vaginal sex he could cum inside her as much as he wanted without worrying about the pill or condoms. However, she would much prefer to be able to grow large with child and have one or more little ones running around.<br><br>So no. Asking a man out to dinner was not normal for them. Still, she was glad that Gabriel wasn't upset when he'd noticed her looking at Darius. He was a gorgeous man after all. The ebony giant was something out of every woman's wet dream and Erika found herself imagining what it would be like to have those big hands all over her body. To have that mouth sucking on her nipples. To know what his cock looked and felt like. She felt a bit guilty that she was thinking like this, but as she bit her lip and blushed, her body reacted to his closeness. She shook his hand with surprising firmness and he'd be able to see her wedding ring. She didn't try to hide it. <br><br>She was about ready to offer to split the bill when Gabriel solved that issue by taking over dinner and dessert. Smiling at the perfect solution, she nodded and then let Gabriel take her by the waist. "Until tonight then. We look forward to it." Her hips swayed as the couple walked back to their suite, and the redhead wondered just exactly what she'd gotten herself into.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d2/24/08/d22408fe9818bbeff9243c8ddcbfd795.jpg)</div><br>A couple of hours later she had just exited the shower and saw that her husband was getting ready. Removing her towel after years of being naked around Gabriel, she didn't bother covering up as she chose white lace panties and a matching bra. Her pale curves were fully on display as her well trimmed patch of dark auburn curls glistened from the dampness of the shower. When he asked what she'd wear, she shrugged. "I thought maybe that stretchy white dress." Slipping it over her head, she checked herself out in the mirror and decided it was acceptable. Next she got to work on her hair and make-up. She didn't do too much. Blow-drying her hair with a diffuser, she let her red curls hang loose around her shoulders and did a light face of make-up that high-lighted her eyes and a red lip. She spritzed on some lilac perfume and added some silver heels to the ensemble before adding some silver chandelier earrings as her final touch. Feeling like she looked decent, she took a deep breath and admired her handsome husband as they made their way to the restaurant. <br><br>Once there, they were seated and waited for their guest to arrive. Erika knew she was visibly nervous, but she tried to not show it overtly. It was just dinner. Just dinner...
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