Ms Belle and Mr

Thursday, April 24, 7:14AM

Brett Kozlowski briskly entered the elevator and depressed the 'L' button on its metallic panel. He and his wife Elise lived on the eighteenth floor in an apartment at Luxe, a very desirable, upscale complex in the heart of downtown.

Although he was headed to the office, work was the furthest thing on his mind. Since Tuesday, he had been almost entirely focused on one thing and one thing only: Abbi Belle.

Abbi was a beautiful young woman, short and curvy. She had large brown eyes, shoulder length dark hair and light tan skin which confirmed her parents' Brazilian roots.

But what Brett found most alluring was her mind. Abbi was extremely bright. She communicated using a colorful vocabulary that highlighted her obvious intellect.

Abbi interned at Brett's company last summer. While she was 20 years younger than Brett, there was real chemistry between the two that never extended beyond innocent flirtation, at least at the time.

He ran into Abbi in the same elevator he was currently using a couple of days ago. She was moving into Luxe, having just accepted a lucrative digital marketing role with another company.

Abbi texted Brett that night, confessing she held a deep desire for him. While he resisted a physical relationship with Ms Belle, he began a virtual one with her.

Yesterday evening, Abbi interrupted Brett while he was enjoying some girl on girl porn.

One thing led to another and before he knew it, Abbi was graphically detailing her first sexual experience with another woman, a neighborhood milf named Sophia, while she encouraged Mr K, her pet name for Brett, to masturbate for her.

The call finished shortly after Mr K did, but only after the two of them set up another virtual date - this one tonight at 9:30 PM.

(The full story is detailed Ms Belle and Mr K Pt. 01)

Thursday, April 24, 11:12AM

For most of the morning, Brett had been looking forward to his next rendezvous with the intoxicating Ms Belle.

This feeling was bolstered even further when Abbi texted him mid morning.

AB: Hey Mr K! I can't really talk - I'm in between meetings at work - but I thought I'd share a now relevant photo I found buried in the deep recesses of my phone's hard drive.

AB: (image)

It featured two women, arms wrapped around one another and posed for a selfie. The women were in bed together and appeared to be fully nude, however the camera was focused only on their glowing, radiant faces. The woman on the left was a noticeably younger, college aged Abbi. The woman on the right was older and had most of her face hidden with a smiley face emoji, but it was clear she had messy, curly red hair.

BK: Is that the infamous Sophia, Ms Belle?

AB: Right you are, Mr K! I found a post coital selfie that was (borderline) SFW. This was taken during my Sophomore year. Whenever I came home from college, I always found an excuse to pay Sophia a visit so we could enjoy one of our 'movie nights'... Please forgive the face censor, but I didn't feel right sending an unedited pic without Sophia's consent.

BK: Thank you for sharing this with me, Ms Belle.

AB: Glad you appreciate the image, Mr K. It is intended to help whet our collective appetites for our next adventure this evening!

BK: I can assure you, it's working Ms Belle.

AB: Excellent! Rest assured, that discussion we had last night about how much I admire the female form wasn't all talk. Until then...

Brett was floored. His lust for Ms Belle had reached an all time high.

Thursday, April 24, 3:16PM

Brett sat at his desk. His attitude about his young temptress had begun to shift considerably.

This afternoon, he felt very embarrassed when his boss pulled him aside and asked him if anything was wrong. His boss said he seemed 'very distracted' and that his work had been 'suffering' lately.

Then, his wife, Elise, texted him:

EK: Hey - I'm sorry that I wasn't quite feeling up to it last night. I think I'm feeling a bit more up to it tonight, if you are.

Brett spent the rest of the afternoon scolding himself for being so selfish. He vowed to break things off with Abbi during tonight's call.

Thursday, April 24, 6:17PM

"Hi hon, how was your day?" Brett smiled at his wife as he put down his work bag.

Elise put down her copy of 'Owned by Fate'. "It was good, maybe a little boring. I can't wait until Luxe pool opens up again next week. I just love soaking up the sun, and losing myself in a good book."

"Are you still up for..." Brett smiled.

"Yes, we can do it tonight," Elise said smiling, picking her book back up.

Thursday, April 24, 9:09PM

Brett pulled his shirt back on and gave his wife another kiss. "Love you, hun."

"Love you, too! I'm headed to bed. Good night, dear."

Brett checked his watch. He had 20 minutes before his next virtual date with the beautiful but dangerous Ms Belle. As he waited for Abbi to text him, he reflected.

The sex he just had with Elise was good.

Of course, it wasn't perfect - she groaned 'not tonight' when he attempted to unhook her bra.

But it was soft and loving. It was pleasant and predictable.

Most of all, it was comfortable. What else did he really need? Elise enjoyed herself and so did he.

So much was at risk the longer he continued to dip his toe in the exciting yet treacherous waters known as Abbi Belle.

He had to end it. Tonight.

Thursday, April 24, 9:28PM

AB: You're welcome, Mr K!

BK: Huh?

AB: Sorry, it didn't send... Here you go!

AB: (image)

Abbi texted a self shot photo of her completely nude. The look on her face is more of a knowing smirk vs a smile. Her large breasts and brown nipples were on full display. Her legs were tastefully closed, with a small, artful hint of her tidy bush within camera's view.

It toed the line between art and porn very well.

AB: I trust you found this preview appetizing, Mr. K. A tantalizing glimpse of the inevitable feast waiting for you whenever you come to your senses and visit me in unit 2209!

Despite Abbi's gift, Brett took a deep breath and tried to find the resolve to end their inappropriate relationship.

AB: I do love playing cat-and-mouse, keeping you perpetually aroused, yet guessing. Tell me, are you already stroking yourself or do I need to get you in the mood by telling you more sordid tales of my nasty habit of dropping to my knees for beautiful women?

BK: Ms Belle, I don't believe we discussed sending each other nudes.

AB: Um, okay. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for, Mr K.

BK: It's a lovely picture, Ms Belle.

AB: Thank you. If you're not game for exchanging nudes, perhaps we can pivot to something else... story time? Maybe a little role reversal this evening... I know, you can be the storyteller while I indulge in self pleasure.

Brett attempted to type out what was to be the next, difficult message. He would start to type a sentence, then decide to reword it, then delete everything and over start again.

Finally, Abbi messaged.

AB: Is something wrong, Mr K?

BK: I'm sorry, Abbi. I can't.

AB: Oh, it's okay, Mr K! If tonight doesn't work, we can talk tomorrow.

BK: No, I can't keep doing this anymore. I have to stop this. Whatever this is.

Brett waited for a response. Nothing came.

BK: I wish it was different. These chats have really been amazing.

Brett paused again. Silence from Abbi.

BK: I know this is painful. But I just can't hurt my wife. As fun as this is, too much is at risk for me. Are you still there, Abbi?

AB: As you wish, Mr K. But I must warn you, I'm not easily dissuaded once I set my sights on someone that I desire.

BK: I may have heard that before.

AB: You have. Goodnight, Mr K.

Friday, April 25, 10:37PM

Brett rolled over in bed, attempting to get more comfortable. Although he ended things with Abbi last night, she was still weighing heavily on his mind.

The same thoughts repeated in a loop in his head.

'I never should have let this get so far out of hand.'

'I'm glad I ended it before someone really got hurt.'

'One night with Abbi is not worth a lifetime of regret.'

He checked his phone throughout the day, wondering if she would reach out to him. She had been radio silent.

He wished he could just shut his brain off and fall asleep.

Monday, April 28, 9:32PM

More days passed, and Brett still hadn't communicated with Abbi since he broke it off. He hoped she would be able to move on and that maybe, just maybe, they could even develop a platonic friendship with clearer boundaries someday.

He did see Abbi over the weekend, but it failed to provide any comfort. It was a quick exchange they had in the lobby of Luxe. He and Elise were headed back up to his apartment after a pleasant Sunday brunch at Carson's. When the elevator doors opened, among the five or so people who de-boarded was Abbi.

Abbi didn't even look at him. She just walked past him and his wife, carrying an icy, angry, wounded demeanor.

Brett wondered if he was overreacting, perhaps inventing a narrative that wasn't really there.

Then his wife whispered to him "Geez, what was her problem?" as the elevator began to lift them to the 18th floor.

Tuesday, April 29, 8:35PM

Another day passed without a text or a call from Abbi. Brett was starting to worry. He thought he'd better check in.

BK: Hey, Abbi.

Brett waited patiently, unsure of what her response would be. No response came.

BK: I'm sorry. I still care about you. I miss you.

Abbi finally responded, but it left much to be desired.

AB: Okay.

Thursday, May 1, 6:21PM

Brett opened the door to his apartment and set his laptop bag on the dining room table. Elise was sitting in her chair, on the final pages of her book.

"How was your day, hun?"

"It was good! I went to the pool, got some sun. I'm so glad it's open again!"

He noticed Elise was rubbing her left wrist.

"Is everything okay with your wrist?"

"I don't know, it just started to hurt today, totally out of the blue."

"That's weird."

"Yeah, I think I slept on it wrong."

"How do you sleep on your wrist wrong?" Brett laughed.

Elise shrugged. "I don't know. Getting older sucks, right?"

"Hey, if I lay off your wrist, would you be up for..."

"No, not tonight." Elise said unemotionally, picking her book back up. "Maybe this weekend."

Thursday, May 1, 9:12P

Brett's phone buzzed.

AB: Mr K! Long time, no talk. Please do me a favor and tell Elise I said hi!

Brett raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure which was more surprising, the fact Abbi had messaged him out of the blue or that she mentioned his wife by name.

BK: Hi Abbi, good to hear from you. How do you know my wife?

AB: Luxe pool opened up today and so I gave myself the day off from work - a little R&R. Life is strange... Who knew when I woke up today that fate would have me rubbing shoulders with your better half, Mr K?

Brett froze. He wanted to think that Abbi was just trying to scare him, but he knew his wife went to the pool today.

AB: I can see why you married her. She is very pretty. Have you ever noticed how she almost looks like a lighter skinned, more mature version of me. It's almost like you have a type, Mr K!

Abbi was right. The two women looked pretty similar.

AB: She is a really captivating woman. You never told me she is French Canadian, Mr K.

Elise grew up in Charlemagne, outside of Montreal. Fear punched Brett in the stomach, as he began to worry. Did Abbi expose their inappropriate relationship to his wife?

BK: Wait, you actually met Elise?

AB: Yes and we really hit it off, Mr K! We found we have a number of strong common interests!

BK: What common interests, Ms Belle?

Brett's heart pounded even more. He had to be the 'common interest', what else could it be?

AB: Don't worry Mr K... We hardly talked about you. If memory doesn't fail me, Elise did refer to you as her 'boring husband' at one point.

BK: And did you mention me or us, Ms Belle?

AB: I pretended I've never met you.

BK: So, Elise doesn't know about us?

AB: Your secret is safe with me, Mr K. I promise!

BK: So what did you two talk about?

AB: The conversation really gained steam when I noticed what she was reading. Do you know what "Owned By Fate" is about, Mr K?

BK: No, I don't.

AB: Do yourself a favor and look it up sometime. Very interesting material. One of my favorites.

Brett got up and checked Elise's reading nook, "Owned By Fate" was indeed the title of the book she was currently reading.

Brett typed in the book title and scanned through the search results. The following review was the first that caught his eye:

"... a great introduction to the BDSM erotic genre because you, the reader, get to start in the shallow end of the pool just like the heroine Caroline..."

Elise was reading BDSM erotica? Brett was completely floored.

BK: You're right, Ms Belle. Not what I was expecting.

AB: I'm guessing you didn't know that Elise fantasizes quite often about being restrained and dominated, did you, Mr K?

BK: Just because you read BDSM fiction doesn't automatically mean you want to experience it for yourself.

AB: Oh, completely agreed, Mr K! That's why I asked her how she felt about it. She quietly confessed to me that completely submitting control to someone else was something she desperately wanted to experience someday. Elise indicated that this was probably something you weren't aware of... Is that true, Mr K?

Brett was completely shocked. This was getting overwhelming. It was almost too much to take in.

AB: Mr K?

BK: I guess that's probably true.

AB: I see...and would you like to know what happened next, Mr K?

Brett wasn't completely sure he wanted to know.

BK: Sure...

AB: Great! So I explained to Elise that I might be able to help her because I have BDSM experience. While I enjoy playing both roles, dom and sub, I really get off on dominating older women. Can you believe my luck, Mr K?! She was very curious, but was also, of course, understandably hesitant. Luckily, I have a way with words, Mr K. Elise isn't the first bored housewife I've come across, if you catch my drift.

Brett felt himself growing increasingly anxious.

BK: Can you please get to the point? It's getting kind of late...

AB: Sure, Mr K. I'll hurry things along for you.

AB: I brought your curious wife up to my apartment, I stripped her nude, and restrained her wrists.

AB: And then I fucked her.

BK: Bullshit.

AB: Elise was more than happy to be my little pain slut, Mr K. She did a great job for me. She is a natural sub, and was very eager to please me.

AB: Her pussy got so fucking sloppy for me, even before I laid a single finger on her. It was so hot, Mr K!

AB: Her cuntlicking skills could use some work, but to be fair, her hands were literally tied behind her back and I had a Hitachi pressed against her clit when I ordered her to go down on me. So I suppose she was a bit preoccupied. She probably deserves a bit of a pass.

The texts from Abbi were flying in. One after another.

AB: You should probably also know that I took a few photos of her. Completely naked, restrained, on her knees, blindfolded, ready to serve her young mistress. She looked so beautiful, Mr K!

AB: I'm guessing you'd like to see them and maybe use them to stroke yourself off?

AB: The only problem is Elise hasn't given me her consent to share our photos with anyone else. Would you like me to ask her if I can share them with you?

AB: I mean, if I do that, I would need to explain our relationship to her. It might be a little tricky. Your call, Mr K - what do you think we should do?

Brett's emotions swung from anxious to enraged. He took a deep breath in a futile attempt to try to calm down.

BK: Abbi, you need to share those photos with me right now.

AB: Why, Mr K? They belong to me and Elise, don't they?

BK: Quit fucking around. Send them now, Abbi!

AB: Sounds like you're getting angry, Mr K! I suppose that means that you believe that your wife did in fact eat my pussy?

BK: I'm her husband! I deserve to see them!

AB: OMG, she is NOT your fucking property, Brett.

BK: C'mon Abbi... that's not what I meant.

AB: Ugh, text me when you figure out it's not 1950 anymore.

Brett's mind was racing at near light speed. He was fuming; he was angry with himself, and at Elise.

But above all else, he was furious with Abbi Belle.

AB: Oh, and, by the way, you aren't Else's property either. If I were you, I'd rethink your rigid commitment to foolish, outdated institutions. (Your wife certainly has!) Have a good night.

This text pushed Brett completely over the edge.

BK: Abbi, we need to talk. RIGHT NOW. I'm headed up to the 22nd floor.

AB: About what, Mr K?

BK: Unit 2209, right?

AB: That's my apartment, Mr K. See you soon!

On his way to the 22nd floor, the same thoughts kept looping in my mind.

How could Elise break their vows? And so easily - for some random stranger she just met at the pool? Had she cheated on him before? Was she cheating on him with anyone else? If she wanted to explore BDSM, why didn't she just ask him?

How could Abbi do this to him? She somehow orchestrated all of this... Did she fuck his wife solely with the intention to get back at him for cutting off their relationship? Despite everything in her story seeming to check out - the pool, the book, Elise's wrists - was it possible that Abbi somehow made this all up?

Brett stood in front of 2209 with a clouded mind. He knocked loudly on the door.

'I swear to God, if she doesn't open this door, I'm going to fucking lose it...' he thought as seconds went by.

But then door opened.

"Hi, Mr K." Abbi said gently.

The short, curvy woman looked up at Brett with her large, attractive eyes. She was wearing workout attire, a tight black, Nike zip up jacket and a pair of yoga pants. Her black hair was up, being held in place with a chunky hair clip.

Despite her recent actions and intentionally inflammatory texts, her beauty was already melting his anger away.

Brett stepped into her apartment and Abbi shut the door behind him. Her apartment was impeccably styled, expensive and impressive. He closed his eyes and tried to gather his thoughts.

He was here because he was angry with Abbi.

"Ms Belle... I can't begin to tell you how disappointed I am in you."

"I know, Mr K." Abbi looked sheepishly at her hardwood floor.

"You really crossed a line. This is really bad."

"I agree, I've been a bad girl, Mr K."

Brett hesitated. He was expecting a fight with Abbi, not a submission.

"I mean..."

Brett noticed the room was filled with faint sounds of a woman giving fellatio. Brett looked around and determined the lewd sounds were coming from the large TV screen hanging on Abbi's wall. He immediately recognized the explicit images. It was from a porn series called "Facial Violation".

"Oh, sorry, Mr K. I'm afraid you caught me doing more naughty things."

Francesca Le was berating Sierra Sanders, holding her arms behind her back and spitting on her face, while her husband face fucked them both. 'Get up here and lick his balls, Sierra. You're not even good enough to suck his cock.'

"I am so ashamed you caught me watching such rough and nasty pornography, Mr K. I can turn that off if it's too distracting for you." Abbi's eyes were still on the ground.

"No... it's fine, Ms Belle." Francesca Le continued to forcefully encourage Sierra Sanders to orally pleasure her husband, while she spit on her face and slapped at her breasts. Brett couldn't take his eyes off the screen.

That changed once Abbi maneuvered herself in front of Brett and slowly unzipped her athletic wear.

As she continued to remove her jacket, she revealed that she was wearing a white T-shirt with the words FUCK ME across her chest. The hem of the shirt had been cropped so high that it barely covered her nipples, leaving plenty of underboob cleavage exposed. It was clear she was not wearing a bra.