Léa was well-known in the city, managing a renowned furniture store. Her son Luca was 21, adopted at 12 after being orphaned, while her older daughter, Ava, also adopted, was 22. Her husband, Dario, had been injured in a hunting accident before marriage and couldn’t procreate. Their intimacy wasn’t compromised, and the connection between Léa and Dario had always been satisfying, but to make their family complete, they decided to adopt a girl, then the tragedy that happened to their friends led them to adopt Luca. That Saturday morning, Léa accompanied her husband, who had just returned from a two-month trip to source fine woods and supply their furniture store, to a local florist to choose plants to enrich the new furniture display.
“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Kulbert!” the owner’s son greeted them kindly, as always. “How are you, Mrs. Léa? Your hair is so luminous today, as it is every day!”
“Well, Christian, thank you for the compliments!” Léa reciprocated, while her husband discussed with the boy’s father. She had known him since she used to accompany her son to school.
Ugo, Christian’s father, invited them to the bistro for coffee, but Léa wanted to stay to start choosing the floral arrangements, while Dario accepted.
“I’ll stay too!” Christian said. “I’ll help Mrs. Léa choose the flowers!” smiling.
So they began to walk through the greenhouse, where a multitude of plants regenerated the environment. “How’s your mother? I never see her in the nursery!” They were almost the same age. Christian’s mother was 44, while Léa carried her 39 years with the ease of a twenty-year-old.
“Very well, thank you, Mrs. Léa!” as he extolled the qualities of the evergreens. “Mrs. Léa, I must confess that I desire a wife as beautiful as you!”
Léa was amused. “You have a beautiful girlfriend, what would you do with an old woman like me?” she joked.
“Are you kidding? You’re tall, have wavy red hair, blue eyes! No, Mrs. Léa, you have a voluptuous and sexy physique, your legs are slender and your thighs are full of flesh, firm and fleshy but not fat! Well-trained, I’d say!”
“Flesh? I’ve never heard that one before!” Léa was surprised by the detailed account of her features, but after all, Christian had always courted her since he was a little boy playing with her son. “Thank you! You’re very… precise!”
“May I seem disrespectful to you? You know I wouldn’t intend to, I respect you too much, Mrs. Léa!”
“Go ahead, Christian, tell me what’s on your mind!” their friendly and confidential relationship, established over years of acquaintance, made her more like an older sister due to the friendship that bound her to the young man’s mother.
“I’ve heard many men make appreciative comments about your backside, some are unrepeatable, but they all agree that it’s firm and compact! Even your breasts are still perky like you’re twenty! Some have bet that you’re a C-cup, I think!” peeking at her through her summer dress.
She was flattered, the gym was demanding and, despite the bold turn taken by her son’s young friend, she was proud of the words she heard. She knew how much she was appreciated in town, but she had never encouraged anyone. “You shouldn’t pay attention to the judgments of those four poor good-for-nothings who spend their days carousing!”
“No, Mrs. Léa! Allow me to tell you that you would be the best of wives, even though I love my girlfriend very much!” he smiled and walked away to serve other customers, while she was undecided about the floral combinations to choose.
The phone vibrated in her purse and Léa pulled it out. There was a message from an anonymous number. She stared shocked at the monitor. On the screen was a photograph of an erect member and a ruler measuring its length and width. She couldn’t take her eyes off the image. She observed it, disturbed. Who could have sent such obscenity, she thought to herself. It was long and thick, sinewy. She felt a thrill between her thighs, a flush of heat rising from her belly. She blushed, looking around. Some time ago, a friend had told her about a man in Mexico who had entered the Guinness World Records for a 50-centimeter member. She blocked the number and put the phone back in her purse, feigning indifference. She didn’t know who that imposing phallus belonged to, someone had dared to send her the photograph, probably to observe her reaction, perhaps one of the nursery employees, perhaps it was Christian’s member, she found herself suspecting.
The day of the inauguration of the new exhibition was a sultry Sunday, Léa wore a white tube dress that highlighted her slender and sinuous corporeality, with twelve-inch heels and voluminous hair. She avoided Christian all afternoon, with the thought of that big member exposing her to discomfort, but it was her son, Luca, who unexpectedly brought him to her. “Léa, Christian and I were remembering our pool parties! Do you remember them?”
Her son had never called her “mom,” he had never recognized her as such and she had never demanded such reverence. For an orphan who was already an adolescent, victim of a tragic experience, it was considered normal, the experts had told her. “How could I forget? You invited the whole city!” Léa joked, sipping champagne. Then her son walked away, called by his sister.
“You are a vision, Mrs. Léa!” declared Christian.
The image of the sinewy member pulsed in her head. “Was it you who sent me that lewd photo?” she wanted to interrogate him, but from Christian’s bewildered and offended face, she understood that it couldn’t have been him. “I got you, huh?” she recovered.
“Mrs. Léa, you gave me a fright! I would never…”
“I know, Christian! I know!” she reassured him, certain that it hadn’t been him, but at that very moment a new message arrived on her phone. She excused herself and went to her office, where she managed the family business. She pressed play and the video started. She recognized it. Sinewy. It seemed even longer and thicker. A hand was gently massaging it, invitingly, so close to the camera that the large glans could be seen in detail. She blushed again and suddenly, with flushes coursing through her entire body.
Two days passed and Léa decided to do some gardening to avoid thinking about the enormous penis. In the afternoon she would have to work in the company, for the presentation of the new catalog, and in the morning she wanted to distract herself to dispel her anger. She would have liked to know who was so lascivious as to send her such images, to nail him to his own arrogance, but she didn’t want to involve her husband or worse, the authorities. She saw Luca and Christian in the garage, fiddling with an old motorcycle. Shortly after, the phone rang. A new anonymous number and another unequivocal image. She suspected that one of the two boys was making fun of her, she couldn’t believe it was Luca and Christian seemed too polite for such approaches. She decided to confront them, but when she questioned them they returned incredulity. She got angry, believing they were in agreement to mock her. Until she heard her husband behind her.
“Dear, I’ll explain the images on your phone!” Dario’s voice behind her awakened her from embarrassment, she saw him smiling as when he was making fun of her.
“You?” incredulous.
“Come, I’ll show you the explanation!” he took her by the arm and they went up to the bedroom, while she continued to stare at him disturbed. Dario closed the door behind him, then lowered his pants. He was wearing a girdle pulled over his lower abdomen, he took it off and freed his member.
Léa recognized it instantly, it was the same phallus from the photos. “How the hell did you manage to enlarge it so much?” shocked. She remembered her husband’s normally-endowed member, even though they hadn’t made love since he had returned from his trip, and it no longer seemed to be the same penis.
“I did it for you, to satisfy you!” and he revealed that he had undergone a cutting-edge procedure to achieve super-endowed measurements.
“You want to enter me with that… thing?” disconcerted by the width.
“Wasn’t it your fantasy?” making her blush.
“A fantasy, exactly!” she stared at the member hanging between his legs, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I thought I was making you happy!” he approached, to seduce her. He took her hand and gently guided it to his sex, making her caress it. “Try it!”
She felt it massive when it was still flaccid and stared at it anxiously. She withdrew her hand. “No! Too big!” and she left the bedroom leaving her husband dumbfounded. Fantasies should remain such or they would lose their meaning, at least that’s what she believed at that moment imagining the bulk of that penis inside her.
…
Léa spent a lot of time in the home gym working out, where there were weights and various machines. She wanted to keep her elegance toned, she had to remain sexy and desirable. Her representation work often consisted of seducing potential clients to sell furniture and make them accept the prices of prestige, she had never cheated on her husband but her attractiveness often facilitated every negotiation. Dario wasn’t jealous, he was the one who advised her to keep herself flourishing and compact, so she spent four hours a day between the gym and the pool. That evening she would harangue some clients at the event organized by the family furniture store, retailers of an international distribution chain. They reached the restaurant where their daughter had organized dinner at 9:00 PM. For the occasion, Léa wore a cream satin dress, sinuously draped over her sculpted forms, down to the knee, open on the shoulders to reveal her velvety back and tied at the neck by pearl straps. While her husband dressed casually, pants and linen shirt, disappointed for not having yet lain with his wife after the phalloplasty procedure: two weeks had passed and his wife had always refused him because of his new dimensions.
The three guests were already seated at the reserved table when they reached the restaurant and immediately stood up seeing them arrive. They revered Léa with a hand kiss, reserving a solid handshake for Dario. They dealt with furniture distribution in the Americas and beyond, their favor could mean substantial earnings. During dinner, Léa presented the origins of the furniture store, the woods used, the quality and prestige of the workmanship, telling some anecdotes of the ancestors who had started the business. She introduced every type of furniture in the catalog, including those of upcoming production, postponing the view of the images as soon as the table was cleared from the fish-based dinner. Alan Miller, who had admired her sexy all evening, proposed sitting on the sofas. Michel Bonnet and Julius Cross also welcomed the proposal, eager to admire the legs of that buttery yet toned female.
For Léa it was the signal of having them in her grasp, the three were won over by her beauty and she was aware of being able to sell them anything. She accepted sitting in a corner of the elegant restaurant, where the live orchestra entertained customers and some people danced on the raised parquet floor forming a small platform in front of the window, from where one could see the view of an artificial lake. The three alternated fleeting glances at the images of the furniture, leafed through by Léa on the tablet resting on her knees, to linger on her long legs. The sofa seat was lowered, her knees pointed upwards, tight on Alan Miller’s gaze who had promptly sat in front of her. The satin dress had slid backwards to partially reveal her amber thighs.
For Dario it was a vision and seeing the faces of the three guests he understood that Léa would have sold them the entire furniture setup, so excited that he could no longer resist. He wanted to have her.
Alan Miller stood up and invited her to dance, preceding the other two colleagues: the orchestra was playing a waltz. She accepted.
“You are an alluring woman, Léa!” with his hand resting on her bare back, as he slowly slid his palm downwards. In his fifties, with thinning hair and slim, he was a man accustomed to beauty but in Léa he saw a sensuality that gave him pleasant prurience.
“Thank you Alan, but I was hoping to talk to you about our furniture!”
“They are of exquisite finish, like you, and we will order them to renovate prestigious offices!” brushing her backside on the satin of the dress.
“Alan, your hand has probably slipped too low!” maintaining the elegance of the twirl.
“You’re right Léa, excuse me!” twirling where there were no couples.
Léa felt his palm rise, stop where the dress exposed her back and try to insinuate itself under the satin. “Please Alan, don’t be discourteous, I’m a married woman!” staring at him seriously.
“Does that mean you didn’t leave your legs exposed to charm and sell more furniture than we could buy?” withdrawing his hand.
“Oh heavens, how embarrassing!” she pretended to be uncomfortable for having granted such a prospect. “Did I really give that impression?” scatterbrained.
“Have you never cheated on your husband?”
“You’re too bold, Alan! I repeat, I’m a married woman!”
“You didn’t answer the question?”
“I could have, many times, but I’ve never cheated on him!”
“Not yet!” he wanted to hope, even though he understood that such a beauty would never spend her time with him and he gave up. “Your husband is a lucky man!” they returned to sit as soon as the orchestra stopped playing.
It was Thursday morning, her husband had already reached the company and would return for lunch. Léa would be present in her office only in the afternoon, in the morning she wanted to work out to reach the full explosiveness of her forms. She dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit, had a frugal breakfast, half an hour of jogging, in the gym to train legs, glutes, abs and after two hours she went out for another half hour of running. She saw Luca fiddling with boxes in the old garage, hidden among the shrubs, sooner or later they would have to renovate that kind of ruin. She reached him.
“What are you up to?”
He seemed surprised, uncomfortable. “I decided to throw away old school diaries!” and he put the box in the garage, then greeted her adding that he would be home for lunch. He left the box there, knowing that Léa would never enter the garage: she was too afraid of spiders and insects.
Instead curiosity got the better of her, Léa wanted to know what memories he was throwing away. They were old school agendas, he had now graduated and wanted to throw them away, she believed. She didn’t leaf through them. Instead she was attracted by a paper case deposited at the bottom of the cardboard. Inside there were some photos. She pulled them out. They portrayed her a few years back while she was sunbathing by the pool. She smiled, then became serious. They portrayed her from behind while she was bent over to grab the grocery bag, or while getting out of the car with the lens pointed between her thighs, while playing crouched with their old dog. She flew into a rage. He was spying on her in a lascivious way. Then she realized. For Luca she wasn’t a mother at all. She changed and waited for them on the veranda, where she had had lunch served. She sat at the table and said nothing, Luca, Ava and her husband were talking about the upcoming holidays and where they wanted to spend them. She couldn’t resist and when the cook finished her shift she threw those photographs on the table. “Why did you take them?”
Even the daughter recognized the photographs. “Léa, relax!” Ava intervened. “I advised Luca to burn them!” confiding that she had suggested to her brother to get rid of them to avoid her outburst.
Then Léa turned against her husband. “You knew too?” red in the face.
“Think, Léa!” Dario attacked. “A teenager, with a super sexy bomb for the house who isn’t his mother!”
Léa stared at Luca, then got up from the table without touching food and took refuge in the gym. After a while her husband joined her.
“What’s wrong with us?”
“Nothing!”
“Really? You had an operation on your… there! Luca was touching himself thinking of me!” she realized horrified. “And Ava, well she’s Ava!”
“Luca went up to his room without eating! You should talk to him!” he kissed her, trying to establish that contact that had been missing for too long now.
Léa returned his kiss. “You’ll have to reduce it if you want to have me again!” she shocked him peremptorily, then reached the boy’s room on the night floor of the villa. She knocked and asked permission, he was silent. “Forgive me, I shouldn’t have rummaged through your things!” she saw him sulky, lying facing the window, he couldn’t look at her. Only at that moment did she realize that she had never talked to him about the loss of his parents, his loneliness, why he had pushed away almost all his friends and no longer gave pool parties. “Did you suffer a lot?”, but he didn’t answer. “I’ve been an… insensitive guardian!” avoiding pronouncing the word “mom”, after all he didn’t recognize her as such.
“You had your life, the company, Ava was a rebel! It’s not your fault if my parents had an accident!” and he begged her to leave him alone, so Léa complied disappointed.
She sat in her office at 3:00 PM, troubled by what she had learned at lunch, her family seemed like an experimental laboratory of human conduct.
Her husband saw her in a bad mood and tried to make her smile. “Have you ever seen anyone get rich by supporting morality?” with an unrepentant grin, but they were interrupted by the secretary: a sexy blonde in a miniskirt who announced a visit for Léa. Alan Miller had presented himself at the furniture store headquarters, to visit the factory.
“It seems right, if someone wants to order something they must visit the origin of their investment!” Dario welcomed him, inviting his wife to accompany him for a guided tour.
Léa got up from the armchair, dressed in a chaste pearly sheath dress, elegant, that ended just above the knee and on her feet she wore eggplant flats. She invited him to follow her up the staircase, to the goods storage, in the design room where architects and engineers sat industriously, they avoided the noise of the band saws, and concluded the tour in the packaging department.
Miller smiled contentedly before entering the exhibition hall, where the assembled furniture was. “We intend to order substantial quantities of furniture, but I’m here to make you a proposal!”
“I’m married, remember?”
“Nothing scabrous!”
Léa stared at him, waiting.
“You have been invited for a two-week cruise by Ocean Blue! You can bring your family and your staff!” sitting on one of the sofas on display.
She knew Ocean Blue, it was the most renowned among cruise companies and owned many ships. “Alan, thank you, but I have to schedule exhibitions and logistics for the fairs in Frankfurt, Los Angeles… Paris! I don’t think I have the time to…” but he interrupted her.
“Ocean wants to renovate the interiors of their ships!” he surprised her. “I proposed your company, I showed the catalogs, and they were enthusiastic about it!” he stood up.
Léa stared at him and sat on the armchair, letting the skirt wrinkle on her thighs. “Please, tell me what the Ocean administrators need!”
He remained staring at her legs, brazen and smiling. He considered the heavenly view, celestial vision of a universe of shapes and passion. Smooth, toned, yet full-bodied, they expressed flourishing harmony. He no longer had any doubts. She loved to charm, with intelligence, sagacity and elegance. She was the perfect woman to put his plan to conquer high society into practice. The elite of the system would capitulate at the feet of that redhead with the atomic body and ice-colored eyes. “During the cruise you will visit the ship, then you will create a draft project!”
Léa remained calm, but her heart began to pulse with excitement. If the collaboration went through, the earnings would be enormous. “What do you get out of it?” suspicious.
“I am a humble intermediary, I will have a small commission, but I hope to be able to come to an agreement with you, maybe become your humble advisor when you are welcomed among the elite of society!” he got up and handed her the invitations for boarding. “Believe me when I tell you that they will grant you everything, even to become one of them! It will depend only on you!”
She got the impression that she would have to give herself, she felt like she was at an audition to become one of the sexiest entertainers. She accepted the invitation. “Advisor? Why not!” she had a strange feeling, as if that man had changed his aspirations. He no longer seemed intent on courting her, he seemed interested in a more complex design. “Men? Sometimes simple, like Dario who depends on his penis, and other times completely incomprehensible!” she commented, staring at Miller as he left the furniture store.
That afternoon Léa would fly to London to meet new distributors, but in the morning, after her usual workout, she relaxed with gardening. Helping her was Christian, who had offered to tidy up the weeds that sprouted between the roots. Léa wore a chaste green suit, however her shapes transformed the folds into suggestive roundness for the young man distracted he cut himself with the scissors, just a scratch but the gardening morning ended early. Poor Christian had to bandage his index finger and went home apologizing. She invited him for lunch, she wanted to apologize, seducing was so easy for her that she no longer paid attention to the looks, but she was distressed for having caused the boy’s carelessness: he was the only friend left to her adopted son, she wouldn’t have wanted to expose him to discomfort.
“I don’t want to go to London with Léa!” Luca blurted out, between one forkful and another of roast beef.
“We had agreed!” Dario reprimanded him.
“Ava can go, she likes London rain!” and he got up from the table, but the playful hug of his adoptive sister reminded him of his obligations in the company work and he capitulated.
They landed in London in the evening and although Léa had tried to talk to Luca several times, he had always pretended to sleep, or was listening to music through earphones.
“Not even in separate accommodations?” Luca protested, when he crossed the entrance of the suite where two bedrooms were divided by a dining room, with two bathrooms.
“Okay, that’s enough, tell me what I did so wrong to deserve this treatment!” Léa demanded, closing the entrance door behind her.
“Why didn’t you bring Christian with you!” Luca let slip, throwing his backpack on the bed.
Léa studied him for a few moments, sitting and sulking on the armchair, with his gaze fixed on the phone. “You’re jealous!” smiling. He kept pouting, blushing, and she sat next to him. “Admit it, you’re jealous of your… what exactly am I to you?” she wasn’t the mother, not even a friend, and she wondered how he considered her.
“One of the two people who supports me!” annoyed and cynical. Then he grabbed his backpack, quickly crossed the small dining room, where a round table rested on the carpet in front of the terrace, and took refuge in the opposite room.
Léa ordered for two in the suite. When she called him, settling in the welcoming dividing space to eat, after the waiter had arranged the courses, he didn’t even answer. She kept it light and as soon as she finished she got up from the table, to allow Luca to have dinner too. In fact, when she retired, Luca came out of his room. Something else was bothering him, Léa understood, trying to fall asleep: tomorrow she had two appointments and needed to rest.
The next morning she took a quick shower, when she came out of the bathroom there were two hours left before the first appointment. Léa wore a black dress with an elegant neckline, tight on the hips, down to the knee, with a slit that went up to mid-thigh and shoes with twelve-inch heels. She put on the cream bolero and waited for Luca to come out of his room.
Luca stared at the slit on Léa’s thigh and immediately looked away. She smiled. “It’s not necessary to go around half naked!” he criticized her.
She stared at him for a few moments. “First you photograph me from every angle and now you’re ashamed?” she mocked him, but he remained silent until they got out of the taxi to reach the first appointment.
“I didn’t take the photographs to spy on you, I just recovered them from who possessed them!” Luca confessed, breaking the silence, as they went up in the elevator.
Léa became curious, but the administrator of the distribution company, a corpulent and bald man, was waiting for her outside the doors and she had to postpone her intention to satisfy her curiosity. The first appointment went very well, the man did nothing but look at her legs. She had to agree with Luca: the slit freed a thigh gap with amber tones that didn’t go unnoticed. In the end she convinced the big man to accept a discreet order of furniture, he was interested in having a continuous supply of custom-shaped wooden pieces destined for built-ins. They discussed little about the price, he accepted with a broad smile the one she proposed and she said goodbye with the intention of contacting him to verify satisfaction with the furniture supply.
They had lunch in a restaurant in the center and Léa wasted no time. “Explain this thing about the photographs to me!” she demanded from Luca.
He passed her the napkin, begging her to rest it on her thighs. One of the waiters had become dazed staring at them. “When I discovered that my classmates were coming to do homework at home, or to play with me, to photograph you, I did the same with them. I got myself invited to their houses and recovered the photos, even from their phones!”
Léa was shocked by this and rested the napkin on the slit. “That’s why none of your friends came to the house anymore!”
“They excluded me, they wanted me to film you! What idiots!”
Luca’s loneliness had depended on her abundance of shapes, her attractiveness had been the cause of the boy’s isolation, going from pool parties to marginalization. Suddenly she felt guilty, she hadn’t understood anything and had never noticed anything. “Forgive me! I didn’t think I had caused you so much discomfort!”
“It’s their fault, not yours!” biting into the fillet. “And anyway Dario was right, I thought a lot about you, fantasizing and… well you understood!” admitting his own faults and the condition of never having considered himself her son.
Léa smiled, but the time for the second appointment was about to arrive and they had to get up. When she arrived in the office on the third floor of the City, she was disappointed. To welcome her was a woman. The slit wouldn’t have an effect, or at least that’s what she believed. So she concentrated for the harangue while Luca waited on the street not to lose the Taxi. Jane, that was the name of the president of the company that traded in furniture, sat next to her, on this side of the desk, abandoning her position, attentive to the explanation while glimpsing the presentation on the tablet. Léa was so concentrated that when she felt the touch on her thigh she turned astonished and fell silent. Jane stared at her, while massaging her inner thigh, waiting to understand her hesitations. She had never been with a woman, she hadn’t even cheated on Dario, she wondered how she should behave. She should have brought Luca with her, instead of making him stay on the street not to lose the taxi.
“I didn’t expect…!” the moment she said it she realized how stupid it sounded.
Jane, around sixty, with silver hair and black eyes, took it as an invitation and cautiously went up under the skirt, uncovering her luminous thighs in the office light. She bent down, spread her legs eliciting a cautious puff from her, and kissed her so close to the vulva as to make her start with a thrill. Léa timidly tried to close her thighs, but Jane kept them wide open. “I don’t like to feel pain!” Léa admitted, yielding. Jane pulled her panties to the side, uncovering her fleshy and hairy. She gently squeezed her plump and velvety labia between her index finger and thumb, then kissed her clitoris. Léa was surprised by a motion of excitement never tasted before and stared bewildered at Jane’s enterprise as she licked her passionately. Then Jane made her stand up, pushing her back against the wall, and gently lowered her panties to her knees, she crouched in front of her opening her legs, raised her head to look at her bewilderment and smiled at her. Jane went up Léa’s sinuous and toned thighs with the tip of her tongue, up to her labia. Léa had a spasm of excitement, no one had ever taken care of her sex in that way. She nibbled it, welcomed it in her mouth, between her warm lips, she encircled it with her tongue, blew gently, suffocated it filling it with intense ardor, made it vibrate between her teeth, and finally the orgasm came with a tremor.
“You have a good taste!” Jane smiled, while adjusting her panties. She accompanied her back to the desk, made her sit down, poured her some water in the glass to shake her from the turmoil and signed the order for a substantial supply: they had to furnish new offices all over the world.
Back in the room she threw herself in the shower, the day had been profitable and her clitoris was still pulsing with sensitivity as she touched it to wash it. She dried herself gently and got dressed, with a modest suit not to disturb Luca.
“Thank you for recovering my photos! Was it difficult?” as she sat down to dinner in the hotel’s dining room.
“They put out a cigarette on the back of my hand to have the photo of when you were getting out of the car! One demanded I kneel on chickpeas for half an hour, but when he refused to give me the photo anyway I beat him up! From there it was enough to threaten them and in the end I recovered every photo of you!”
“And you didn’t have friends anymore!”
“They weren’t friends, they didn’t respect you!”
Léa was moved and when she went up to her room she dressed to go to sleep, wearing a short black negligee. She thought back to the photographs and smiled, they were harmless but she understood what they were used for: the idea of young men intent on touching themselves thinking of her ultimately titillated her.
The following day Léa spent dividing herself into three different appointments, while Luca fell asleep in every waiting room. Between one commitment and another she thought back to how much pain Luca had suffered, he had not only lost his parents but also all his friends, with his schoolmates excluding and marginalizing him because of her. He had defended her by recovering the photos, she instead had never understood how deep his soul was. During the return flight she pondered on how she should have behaved with Luca, she could no longer pretend to be his mother, probably she had never been. She loved him, but she hadn’t generated him and he still suffered from his condition as an orphan.
Léa returned home in the late afternoon, she wanted to prepare for the cruise and notify the kids: Ava and Luca weren’t at home, she looked for them in the pool, in the gym, in the billiard room where they often challenged each other with the cue, in the small cinema room in the basement, and finally in their rooms. In Luca’s room she looked out from the balcony, to see if their cars were at the back of the house. The roller shutter was pulled up and the garage empty. She was about to return to the kitchen, she wanted to order vegetables from the cook for dinner, when she saw the thickness of the wardrobe detached at the bottom. She crouched down. A black folder, similar to a document holder, was sticking out from under the doors. She noticed that the wooden strip was resting to create a small secret compartment. She pulled out the folder and opened it. It contained drawings. As a child Luca had attended a comic book school, but then he had stopped, he wasn’t particularly gifted and she couldn’t understand how he had improved so much. She leafed through the drawings, they were all erotic, bordering on licentiousness. In each one there was a woman with orange hair and green eyes, the body defined, tied up and gagged. The protagonist resembled her: in an A4 palette a man was tying her hands above her head fixing them to a tree trunk. Disturbing, she considered, shuddering. She heard a car coming back, she put the folder back in place, repositioned the secret compartment, and went down to the kitchen. It was Luca, who had returned before Ava for dinner.
“I want to talk to you! In my study, now!” Léa summoned him, far enough from the kitchen not to be heard by the cook, and Luca followed her. She closed the door, seeking privacy. “You drew me in obscene poses! Why?”
Luca understood that Léa had rummaged through his things, in his room, among his secrets, and this drove him crazy. Once again she had taken for granted that it was him who had made the drawings, as with the photographs. “What a whore!” hydrophobic, with his face disfigured by anger. In London, at the exit of the appointment with the silver-haired woman, he had seen her upset and imagined that something had happened.
Léa was surprised, she stared into his eyes and trembled with dismay.
“Dario often talked about your performances!” The anger of knowing she had been rummaging in his room had sent his brain boiling and made him lose his sense of reason. So he told her about her husband’s complaints: he would have liked to sink his member into her cavernousness, instead he had to be content with hands because she was afraid of the size of his new penis.
“Stop it!” Léa interrupted him, slapping him in the face. “You are kind, caring, polite!” remembering when in London he had passed her the napkin to allow her to cover her legs. At that moment she had a doubt.
Luca brought a hand to his face, where he had been hit, and stared at her for a few moments, silenced, then left the study.
For Léa, the surprises weren’t over. When she confronted Ava in the study, to ask her to accompany her on the cruise, she informed her that the drawings hadn’t been made by Luca, but by one of her classmates who had taken her as a model, which is why the portrayed woman resembled her.
“Why were they in Luca’s room?” she wanted to know, stunned.
“I don’t have a secret compartment in my room where I hid erotic magazines!”
“Why would you have kept them?”
“Léa, I couldn’t throw them away! That girl and I were together! Ask Luca why he didn’t throw them away!”
“Are you…?” shocked by the girl’s revelation.
“No! I love freely, I don’t see myself in a defined gender! Now I’m dating a boy, but I could fall in love with a girl!”
She sat exhausted on the armchair, staring at Ava’s smile. She realized she had never really talked to her kids, how could she think she had been a mother. “Who did you confide in?”
“With Amy, our nanny and now cook!”
“You love her more than me, naturally!” saddened.
“No Léa! You’re the woman who saved me, gave me an opportunity, my gratitude to you is infinite and I really love you! You’re the most important person in my life!”
Léa smiled, reassured, at least one of the two young people seemed to appreciate her tireless commitment to the family.
The morning before departure, Léa had a new, disconcerting surprise. At the company, she wanted to spy on her husband, who according to Luca complained about her to the employees. Perhaps as a game, likely to test him. So she hid the smartphone in the designers’ studio and left it with the call active to her office number, returned to her desk and rested the old handset to her ear. She waited for the arrival of the designers, of whom her husband was the head. For a few minutes they didn’t speak at all, then someone said. “What does the blonde taste like, have you tasted her?” That’s how men talked about women. Who knows who had a relationship with the design office secretary, she wondered curiously. “She’s not as tasty as my wife, but still good! Léa doesn’t even take it in her mouth anymore, too scared by my size!” she was shocked to hear her husband’s voice. “That bomb of your wife will give in, no one resists the power of the rod!” She heard them laugh and didn’t wait for the rest of the rant, she got up, descended the flight of stairs and reached the designers’ studio. She gestured to the secretary to get up, she followed her through the small corridor to the creatives’ open space. The three designers remained staring at her enchanted, while she gestured to the secretary to stop in front of her husband’s desk. Then she took the smartphone from the drawer and showed the monitor to Dario, he turned pale when he recognized the number in active call. She stared at the blonde and her husband. “Your secretary will come on the cruise with us, along with all the designers!” shocking, with the young woman timidly reminding her that her name was Jenny, but Léa returned a look so angry as to silence her instantly. “Jenny will coordinate the creation of the sketches for Blue Ocean!” she warned and turned to see the three designers, also stunned. “I expect you to be up to it!” inviting them to give their best. Léa was like that, sometimes authoritarian and at other times submissive, she seemed to have no defined nature, but in reality she treated the circumstance with the intelligence it required. Probably the secretary was able to accommodate her husband’s sex more than she was willing to do. Perhaps she should have overcome the pain threshold. She felt betrayed. She too had allowed a London lady to suck her clitoris, but it was one thing to enjoy oral sex and another to lie with another partner. Her husband had confessed to having performed the phalloplasty to please her, instead he had satisfied himself by fucking the blonde. She left the designers’ studio angrily, without deigning her husband a glance.
Dario chased her down the corridor, grabbed her by the arm and begged her to forgive him. “It was a moment of weakness! But you have to grant it to me, you don’t do it anymore…”
“Why did you increase your size?” she suspected that his relationship with the secretary was longstanding.
“Come on Léa, a man has his needs!”
“I allowed you to bring your lover on the cruise, I’m an understanding wife!” with her face red with anger, but with iron self-control.
“We can’t end things between us like this!” fearing that she wanted a divorce: the company belonged to his wife.
“Don’t be melodramatic! We have a company and a family, or the closest thing to a family! We won’t end anything, but I don’t want you in my bed anymore!” she warned him. “Do you enjoy causing pain with your… thing?” she felt a flush thinking about the pendulum between her husband’s legs, but his exaggerated measurements caused her discomfort.
“Jenny welcomes it without making a fuss! She likes it and enjoys it!” Dario wanted to specify, offended by his wife’s insinuations.
Léa returned to her office, feeling defeated, at the mercy of forces she couldn’t resist, behind her appearance of a determined woman hid a fragility never shown to anyone.
The ship seemed majestic to her and she was eager to visit it in its entirety, so as to be able to set up a proposal for the fleet’s furnishings. The cruise had set sail in the early afternoon, her family had been reserved a luxurious suite, while the designers’ staff had been crammed into five first-class cabins. In one of the cabins Léa had sent her husband and his lover. In the floating suite there was a wardrobe as large as the bathroom of her bedroom, in the family home, with evening dresses and swimsuits, lingerie still to be unwrapped, offered by one of the fashion brands controlled by the same shipping company as Blue Ocean. Even the jewels had been granted for use during the cruise.
“Someone wants to take you to bed!” her husband mocked her, reaching her in the bright compartment with honey-colored wood and the white bed.
“You think about satisfying the blonde!” The girl wasn’t bad, even nice, but for Léa she represented her failure. Now she had even become stubborn, she would never allow her husband to penetrate her with those dimensions, it had become a matter of principle since he had sought another to try the effect aroused by that big thing.
“Sooner or later it will pass! You desire my cock too much and I’ll make you overcome the fear of pain!” mocking, while she stared at his groin. “If you want it, you just have to ask!” with the grin of someone who possessed the power to do and undo, while lowering the zipper of his pants. “But know, I don’t think it’s fair to reserve it only for you!” he had convinced himself he could subjugate her to himself, as he had shared with the furniture designers. “You can’t resist me for long!” and he pulled it out of his pants, pendulous between his legs.
She wouldn’t submit to his desires, she wouldn’t be his. “If I want to enjoy someone’s company I’ll find it with the right proportions!” placing the trolley in the appropriate wooden compartment, near the window, indifferent to her husband’s dangling member.
He stuffed it back into his pants and followed her into the living room. “Would you like to cheat on me out of spite?” he felt concern. If she had wanted to, his wife would have easily found a replacement but she was too attentive to reputation and considered his warning a bluff.
Léa accompanied him to the exit and said goodbye, closing the door. It had to be him to give up the blonde and come back to her, she couldn’t fall into his web of desire or she would become a true submissive. She left him to ponder and entered the shower, she had to prepare for the inaugural dinner where she would meet the clients. In the bathroom there were scented oils and essences, she used them, giving her body the fragrance of lilac and the luminosity of suggestion. She dried her long copper hair and left the bathroom in a bathrobe. She wore black silk lingerie, looked at herself in the mirror, admired her toned body and smiled. Soon her husband would leave the blonde. She thought. In the wardrobe there were many dresses, even for the day. She played along, Miller had spotted her and had put only accessories for intimate care in the trolley. A real convenience not having to think about clothes, she reflected. For the first evening she chose a black satin with the lace pattern that descended from the breast to the knee on the left side, leaving the luminosity of the complexion, while on the right side started the design of a silver rose that from the chest descended with the stem on the knees. She saw the light on in Luca’s room, knocked and he let her in. “Aren’t you coming to dinner?” seeing him in shorts, with the room’s window open to the ocean.
He turned and blushed at the transparencies on her left side. “At least the company’s reputation is safe, you’re wearing underwear!” noticing the black silk edge under the lace and turned to look at the sea again.
“You and I need to talk!” since the last argument, which took place in the home studio, where he had heavily offended her, they hadn’t discussed anymore.
“You mean, when you criticize and I listen!”
“You can’t use bad words with me and pretend nothing happened!” she would have liked an apology.
“You rummaged in my room, among my things!”
“It’s not a good reason to offend me!”
“Sorry!” Luca accepted. “Now can you leave me alone?” aloof.
“We’re not finished!” and she left the suite to go to dinner.
She met her husband and daughter at the salon table, prepared for a few wealthy people. A cruise organized to facilitate the meeting between financiers and procurers, allowing leisure to families while trying to stipulate new businesses and relationships. With Dario there was also the secretary, the young woman tried to apologize to Léa and she grabbed her hand smiling at her. After all, she wasn’t to blame, her husband had taken advantage of a subordinate relationship: the young woman was just holding on to her job. Moreover, she was proud to have destabilized those present, everyone, even several women, gave her languid glances, some husbands admired her even at the cost of fleeting arguments with their wives.
Alan Miller reached them and invited only her to the suite of the majority shareholders. “Mr. and Mrs. Devereux are waiting for you for a private dinner!”
Léa couldn’t refuse and followed Miller to the main suite, on the top floor of the cruise hotel. Luxurious, with private waiters and the oval table prepared for seven. The Devereux came out of their rooms and introduced themselves cordially. The elderly woman, with silver hair, in a cream dress and a Daytona on her wrist, shook her hand. The younger one, the woman’s son in his forties, dressed in an impeccable style with a double-breasted blue silk suit and aquamarine shirt.
“You appreciated our line of elegant dresses!” Arthur Devereux admired her with satisfaction, with his cerulean gaze and brown hair, well-groomed and voluminous, held back by brilliantine.
“I hope I’m not inappropriate for a representative dinner!” Léa said gracefully.
“We ask your forgiveness for having taken you away from your loved ones, we want to set the commitments for these two weeks!” Emma Devereux informed her.
She also recognized the other guests at the dinner: Anne Buchner, magnate of the pharmaceutical industry, Julius Flaubert, heir to the most luxurious international chain of hotels, and the technology wizard Michael Flint. She wondered what she was doing among those illustrious wallets.
Throughout the evening, during one course and another, they discussed the furnishing of the new fleet of ships, how to enhance their prestige. The other guests also endorsed the need for furnishings that would distinguish their brands and their personality. She didn’t understand their attention to furnishings, they could rely on expert designers without personally attending the agreements. At the end of the dinner, the elderly woman retired wishing her a good evening while Arthur said goodbye giving her an appointment for the next morning, he would accompany her during the inspection. The other guests also took their leave, won over by her charm, and Miller escorted her back to the entertainment hall.
Léa didn’t wait until the next day to understand the meaning of that sudden business dinner, where she had felt spied on and put to the test. “Okay, now tell me what really happened in the Devereux suite!” she demanded, stopping in the middle of the deck.
“Ah, Léa, you’re not only alluring, but also intelligent! Therefore, dangerous and that’s why I want to be your friend!”
“Don’t flatter me, answer instead!”
“You have been accepted!” Miller revealed to her that eleven wealthy people from an international lobby had accepted her as their twelfth, her spirited attractiveness combined with managerial skills had favored her.
“What happened to the previous twelfth?”
“Died without heirs!”
“A real problem for the estate!”
“You haven’t understood! Without heirs means: without anyone who could be accepted as the twelfth! She was too, how to say, not up to par! While your daughter Ava or your son Luca…!”
“You evaluated my family in case of my departure?”
“Think about it! At tomorrow’s dinner you’ll have to give an answer! I’ll come to you at 9:00 PM, if you accept you’ll be at the top of a group that will make you rich and powerful, both you and your family!”
“In exchange for what?”
“Availability!”
“Sex?”
“Only what you’re willing to grant, in exchange for wealth and power!”
“I’m not a…”
“No! That’s why you were chosen, because you know how to behave!” and he said goodbye at the door of her lodgings.
It was 2:00 AM when she returned to the suite. Léa threw herself on the bed and took off her shoes, exhausted: they were beautiful but uncomfortable. Miller had placed her before an obscene proposal, dissoluteness had never been her style, but that wasn’t the thought that troubled her. She didn’t understand why her husband preferred the blonde to her, a thin little woman and not even very tall against an explosive female like her. There shouldn’t have been a comparison, instead he preferred the skinny one. “How does that one manage to accommodate that thing inside herself!” For Léa, sex had never been a fixed thought, she enjoyed it but there were limits beyond which she wouldn’t go. Once she told her husband a fantasy, that of making love with a well-endowed man, as a joke, but he had reconstructed his penis to feel up to it. She felt guilty. Hers wasn’t even a real fantasy, but the one told by a friend who had wanted to expose her partner to discomfort. So when Dario made her angry with a bold request, he wanted to take her from behind, she tried to cause him the same discomfort that friend had induced in her partner. She didn’t believe she would make her husband fly overseas to enlarge his sex. She got up and barefoot on the carpet reached Luca’s room, he was sleeping but she entered anyway and lay heavily on the bed. He woke up and seeing her lying next to him jumped with disbelief.
“What are you doing here?” astonished.
“We need to talk!”
“Again?” he pulled the sheets up to his neck. “Couldn’t you wait for breakfast?”
“You’re awake!”
“Actually, I was sleeping!”
“Why does Dario prefer the blonde to me?” she stared at him resting her elbow on the pillow. “I know you’re there too when he badmouths me in the creatives’ office!” she pointed her index finger at him. “Come on!”
Her shapes sculpted by moonbeams looked like sandy dunes to sink into, with the dress at mid-thigh and the décolleté held by the thin folds of the dress. “I’m sleepy, please!”
“I can sleep here if you want?” she threatened him. “Maybe I’ll get comfortable!” and pretended to undress.
He blushed. And who would have slept, Luca thought. He sighed and agreed to reveal to her what he knew. “Dario just wants to make you jealous, to the point of begging him to come back to him and accept his… new… attribute!” turning to the opposite side of the bed. “Now can I go back to sleep?”
“Are you envious of his… attribute?” she mocked him, she wasn’t sleepy and wanted to talk more.
“As if! I don’t need operations!” the last girl he had gone out with had rejected him because of the size of his sex and he was ashamed of it.
Léa didn’t reply. She didn’t want to let the discussion slip into uncomfortable topics, but she remained intrigued by Luca’s last statement that had escaped him. She got up from the bed and told him to be ready for breakfast: they would have to carry out the first inspection of the ship. She was about to return to her room, but wanted to stop to see the ocean from the window. Mirrored by the brightness of the giant moon. She heard the door open, it was Ava. “Why does Luca always stay in his room alone?”
“It’s almost 3:00 AM!” she tried to protest, but she knew she wouldn’t give in. “His parents died in an accident on your yacht!” she reminded her of having lent Luca’s parents the boat for a romantic trip that unfortunately ended in tragedy.
“He doesn’t have a girlfriend!”
“Oh, he had a girlfriend but she ran away!”
“Ran away?”
She smiled mischievously. “Where do you think Dario got the idea to enlarge his…” she didn’t know about Léa’s false fantasy told to Dario and told a truth however. “Luca is ashamed of his… while Dario… well you know!” she saw her shocked and wished her goodnight.
Léa fell asleep with difficulty, she realized she didn’t know her kids at all. She had adopted them and entrusted them to nannies, she had dedicated herself to work, she had played with some other men but in the end she had never cheated. She realized that her life revolved around phalluses, her husband’s which was decidedly enormous, those of the lobby of twelve that she still didn’t know but would have to somehow satisfy. In the twelve there were also women, she found herself considering, undecided. Miller had warned her: to be available but not too much. “So be it! Dario needs a good lesson!” determined to accept being the twelfth of a powerful lobby.
In the morning Léa wore a comfortable cream pantsuit. She greeted Luca and Ava without having breakfast, she was expected by Arthur Miller in the dining room on deck 3. Before opening the door she turned. “You know…” addressing Luca sitting at the table in the kitchenette. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your size!” then she left leaving him stunned and flushed. As soon as she left for the breakfast appointment she was surprised by her husband.
Dario reached her on the suite deck and accompanied her to the dining room. He had spent the night in the company of the blonde, but his thoughts were always turned to his wife.
“Do you miss me?” he provoked her, hoping to make her give in.
“Not even a bit!” she replied. In truth, she missed him. He was capable of passionate demonstrations of affection, when he wasn’t taken by his big thing.
“Come on, don’t tell me you don’t think about us!” vulgarly indicating his lower abdomen.
She stared at his groin and displayed indifference. “Keep yourself for the blonde, I’ll find something else!” as the elevator arrived at the floor. “I’ve been accepted by the Devereux lobby, you know what that means, right?” mischievously. “The ship inspection will start at 9:00 AM, don’t be late! And bring the blonde with you!” she said goodbye as soon as the doors opened.
Dario smiled, to hide a strange sensation in his throat: it was jealousy.
At breakfast Alain Miller introduced her to the cream of society, there was the owner of a prestigious wine house from Normandy, a restaurant entrepreneur, real estate agents, and other potential clients for her furniture store. Léa greeted them, charming them, and Miller revealed to her that they had all been discarded as the twelfth. “The selection was tough, but I knew you would be the favorite!”
Léa had ousted them from the possibility of being the twelfth yet they proved kind. She had breakfast with a lemon cookie and green tea, discussing the qualities of the treated woods and their characteristics, everyone seemed interested and the owner of the maison invited her to Normandy for the construction of an exhibition cellar, even the restaurateur admitted to wanting to give a characteristic touch to his luxury venues scattered around the world. She thanked them gratefully for their interest and prepared to begin the inspection.
“Strange! I thought they would hate me!”
“Why should they? Now they see in you a powerful ally, someone perhaps hopes you’ll give up, but you’ll accept becoming the twelfth, at least I hope!”
“Alain, do you want to make me become a… courtesan?” she doubted.
“Léa, I made a mistake with you once, I won’t make the same mistake! In you I see an intelligent woman who could achieve great goals, I want to help you!”
“It’s precisely your wanting to help me that worries me!” but the young secretary of the Devereux, who spoke five languages was chubby and very competent, interrupted them ready for the guided tour of the ship. Arthur Devereux joined them after the reconnaissance tour, greeted Dario and revered Léa with a hand kiss. He entertained them to discuss with the creatives the sketches to be made for the presentation of the project to the board of directors and said goodbye. Dario was astonished by the man’s gallantry and stared at his wife with a tight knot in his throat. Léa instead smiled amused.
When Léa returned to the suite, she noticed Luca’s suitcases outside his room. The door was ajar and she entered the room.
“Where are you going?”
“To one of the empty cabins, I’m waiting to know which one!” sitting on the bed with the phone in his hand.
“Ah, good! You can outrage me, but if I use sarcasm you get offended!” with her arms on her chest.
“The things I said I didn’t mean them, you instead…”
“I wanted to spur you on!”
“To do what!”
“To go out, meet people, have fun!”
“You’re already there socializing and having fun!”
“And again he offends!” she took the phone from his hands, dialed the reception number and canceled the cabin change request. “Unpack your bags!” and made to leave.
“What can you know!” he commented, softly but audible.
Léa turned, just as Ava was returning to the suite and called her into Luca’s room. The girl joined her.
“We wanted your opinion!” Léa informed.
“For what?” Ava curious.
“Luca’s measurements!”
“Uhm, I’ve never ascertained!” the girl admitted.
“That’s why I called you!”
Ava positioned herself next to Léa and smiled.
Luca stared at them, without understanding.
“Come on! We have to see first to give you an opinion!” Léa imposing.
“Yes, come on, let’s see if you’re complaining with reason or simulating!” Ava contributed.
Luca stared at them bewildered. “You two are crazy!” he left the room and the suite while Léa and Ava laughed amused.
The following day at 8:00 PM Miller knocked on her door. She had just come out of the shower and didn’t know yet what decision to make. He wanted to warn her to dress elegantly without giving up sensuality and she opted for a black dress, with a delicate décolleté, short at the knee and bare back. He approved seeing her temptress.
“Any advice?” Léa asked, as she left the suite to reach the elegant Devereux lodging.
“Don’t grant too much of yourself, use what exposes you least to discomfort!”
“You were starting to be likeable!”
“Remember! You have been accepted, but now you will have to accept being one of them!
“Definitely more unpleasant!” and she said goodbye in the entrance antechamber to the Devereux suite. “I’ll come back to pick you up to accompany you!” opening the entrance for her.
The door closed behind her and everyone’s eyes in the room focused on her, eleven people who scrutinized her smiling, with gentle looks. Besides Arthur Devereux, Michael Flint, Anne Buchner, this time there were also Paloma Rivera – administrator of the largest computer company, Markus Williams – his textile fashion company was among the first in the world, Terrence Oliveira – automotive industry, Wilbur Strauss – aircraft manufacturer, Wilma Smith – shipbuilding, Julius Flaubert – real estate magnate, Albert VanHolden – food producer, and Maurice Rouge – elderly banker of international fame. All very rich, none over sixty. “I’m grateful for your invitation, however I wonder and ask you: why am I here?”
“Please, have a seat!” Arthur invited her to the purple sofas. He explained to her what being part of the elite consisted of. They had registered a fiscally protected account in her name and promoted investments that would make her a magnate in a short time.
“Why should you do it?” surprised. Miller hadn’t revealed this to her.
“Because you accepted being one of us from the moment you crossed that threshold!”
“I only have a furniture company, how could I ever help you?”
“Don’t belittle yourself, your company will evolve as happened to ours!”
They dined, convivial, they seemed sincere to her. After the champagne the atmosphere became licentious, everyone undressed and Léa also remained in lace lingerie. Then they reached the terrace and in the moonlight they lay down on the cots by the pool. All enchanted by her complexion in the moonlight it seemed pure silk. Arthur took her by the hand and guided her to a small sofa, where Markus was already. “Do you have preferences?”
Léa stared at him, without understanding.
“What kind of sex do you prefer?” he was direct.
She remembered Miller’s warning “Don’t grant too much of yourself, use what exposes you least to discomfort!” and decided to be equally direct. “I don’t like being penetrated! I prefer oral sex!” with her mouth she could handle any unexpected event.
“Do you have problems?” there were two of them and he didn’t want to expose her to discomfort.
She stared at them as they took off their slips. Arthur was fascinating and slender, with a well-endowed sex but not excessive. Markus, less slender, with an average sex. Wilma also approached, in her fifties but well-proportioned, blonde like the hair of her curly vulva. She had never tasted a woman, but now she was in the game. “No! No problem! I’m comfortable giving pleasure!” she followed Miller’s advice and knelt down making herself available. She started with Markus, kissing him from the abdomen to the testicles, then welcomed his penis between her lips, making it slide gently between her teeth, slowly, with her tongue rubbing intensely the frenulum, he lasted a few minutes, she felt him pulsate and followed Miller’s advice once again, she swallowed, sweet, dense, hot, accepting it.
“Wow! I couldn’t resist any longer, you’re really good!” he complimented her, getting up satisfied from the sofas.
It was Wilma who sat in front of her, smiled at her and spread her legs, her vulva seemed ragged, with sagging lips, perhaps from too much rubbing. Léa gave her best, as Jane had practiced on her in London, remembering that experience and repeating it. Wilma also exploded shortly after with clamor, she even made her tremble with guttural tremors. Forty minutes had passed when Arthur sat in front of her and asked if she needed a break. Léa drank a glass of water then began to lick his nipples, descending to welcome him, while he caressed her from her round breasts to her toned buttocks. Erect with a discreet endowment, not like her husband’s, but still tonic. She swallowed him whole, over and over again, until she also swallowed his seed.
“I have to admit it, a woman like you, kneeling at your feet, is every man’s dream!” Arthur wanted to praise her.
“Men have primitive dreams!” she mocked him to herself. While she heard ecstatic moans coming from the sofas behind them. Shortly after Wilbur and Terrence also sat down, both African Americans with nice endowments but still not exaggerated. The second complimented her on her sculpted breasts and asked permission to touch them. Léa accepted, he began to play with her nipples, caressing them gently. Wilbur also passed his palm on her back while she bent to take his penis in her mouth. They respected her, she wasn’t penetrated by anyone, but when Miller welcomed her in the small room she had the taste of everyone in her mouth and their fruits in her stomach.
“They really registered an account in my name…” exhausted from the evening, while he accompanied her back.
“You can check for yourself!” handing her a sealed envelope. “I’ll be back in the afternoon!” and he said goodbye at the entrance of the suite.
Before going to bed she really wanted to verify, from the computer she accessed her Swiss account and there was one billion American dollars deposited. She turned pale. Then she reflected. For them a billion was nothing. After all she had a nice evening, she discovered herself libertine and happy to satisfy others. Excessive, certainly. Advantageous, without a doubt. What should she do? Give up? No! She had made the right choice for herself and her kids. Moreover, she felt freer, stronger, powerful, but also very tired and fell asleep.
In the afternoon Dario knocked on the suite to deliver the first sketches to show to the Devereux, but his intent was to understand what his wife had done the night before. The children had revealed to him that Léa had been invited to an exclusive party and he hadn’t slept, he wandered around the ship looking for the celebrations without finding his wife. Instead he met Alain Miller, who informed him of the prestige to which Léa had been called. A sudden motion of jealousy had seized him trying to impose on Miller to reveal to him where his wife was. “Léa is a sagacious woman, she will be able to govern the elite! Don’t make the mistake of being jealous, if I were you I would try to understand, love her without claiming to have exclusivity!” those words kept him awake until he knocked on the suite and met Léa. He wanted to be forgiven.
“I’ll dump the secretary! I’ll be faithful to you! If you want I’ll fire her!” seeing her dressed in a cream suit with a knee-length skirt and slit that went up her thigh.
“You won’t fire that poor girl!”
“Forgive me! Please!”
Léa felt strong. “Should I?” she wanted to, she missed him, after all she loved him.
“Did you cheat on me? Last night did you give yourself?”
“Is that all that matters?”
“I love you!” imploring.
“I didn’t give myself!” she saw him hint a smile. “Not to the point of taking off my panties!” she admired him becoming serious. “I still satisfied them, both women and men!” she added, with the index finger of her right hand pointed against her fleshy mouth.
“You whore!”
“You don’t offend me!” After all, it was the truth, even though her love for Dario was sincere and seeing him jealous made her feel satisfied.
“I can’t offend you and I can’t stay without you! I repent! You know I’m an idiot and I’ve never aimed at your money or power! I just want to love you, what you did with your mouth is your business!” he accepted.
On this, Dario was right. He was an artist, a creative, he had never given importance to money. His heart had always been big for her, and Léa loved him for his generosity since they were young.
“Please give me another chance!” Dario insisted.
She admired him in the grip of anguish. “There’s always that problem between your legs! Too big for me, sooner or later I’ll have to have my panties taken off and have myself…” staring at him at groin level.
“No! Don’t even say it, don’t let yourself be penetrated, please!” He even knelt down. “I’ll reduce it! Anything you want, but please take me back home! Forgive me!”
She smiled mischievously. “Will you let me choose the size of your… dick?”
He admired her, bewildered, beautiful and imperious. “Yes!” surrendered.
Léa discovered she had him in her grasp, more than she could ever hope for. He had tried to subjugate her with the effect of his big erection, instead he ended up submitting completely to her. She crouched down, with the skirt that curled up to her groin, revealing her velvety thighs. “We’ll make love again as soon as you’ve reduced it, and I grant you the exclusivity of penetration!” Even to her, the idea of lying with partners other than her husband didn’t particularly tickle her. “However, for what remains, I can’t grant you any exclusivity! Do you accept it?” She didn’t want to give up the prestige of having entered the twelve, but she wanted to be sure that Dario wouldn’t make jealous scenes in front of her new associates.
He admired her irresistibly and hoped she would choose sufficiently abundant measurements. He wasn’t interested in “what remains”, he just wanted to return to her. “I accept it!”
