I was now at an interesting juncture in my relationship with Elle. Her moral compass seemed to have taken a turn for the worst, her decent in depravity on an ever increasing decline.
But to say that would have me acknowledge that she had a moral compass to begin with, something I was fairly certain had been woefully lacking in her life.
Born when her parents were in their late thirties, they'd been in their fifties when she went through puberty, high school and college and in their sixties when she got married and had children. While they'd provided her with manners and good social graces, they did nothing to instill in her any social or moral confidence in dealing with men. They figured that was the responsibility of her peers, teachers and parish priest.
Brought up a catholic, she had gone to a catholic elementary school, what morals she had were shaped by priests and nuns who were not wedded to the ancient catechism that had so doomed her husband. They'd all taken the modern view of letting her, "figure it out!"
While she'd secretly lusted after the patriarch of the house she lived in during her college junior year, "semester abroad," by her own admission, she'd never actively pursued a man in her life, until me. The same had been true about sex. While she had a normal inquisitiveness about the subject, her desire to please her parents and herself with good grades was far more important than any curiosity about sex.
It didn't help that the three men whom she'd experimented with were only interested in themselves,
Her one boyfriend in high school was just that and their sexual encounters offered her nothing in terms of fulfillment. The same had been true of the two men she'd dated in college, one her future husband.
Throw in the trauma of her first sexual encounter with that same man and the even worse disaster of her accidental prenuptial pregnancy..., which he then compounded with his completely selfish..., and in reality, abusive treatment of her during their marriage and you can see that there was nothing in her life that could of prepared her for this affair with me.
While I was no Lothario, I was a thousand times more worldly that Elle. By exposing her to the world of seduction, suggestive clothing, sex toys and erotic places, I'd unlocked the door to her exhibitionism, a door that she'd not only passed through, but had pulled it off its hinges and then smashed to pieces! But even in that..., with her natural air of innocence, beguiling beauty and only now, budding self-confidence, her exposing herself seemed more accidental than purposeful, which made it all the more erotic.
And now I was poised to offer to her..., the world of promiscuity.
As with exhibitionism, I merely gave a hint, a suggestion and then let her dwell on the possibilities. She was lucky to find Kat, at 2Hot4U, who was there with the experience of knowing how to steer the willing Elle, along with Hue and Helen at Seductive Nights, who grew with her, aiding and abetting, as she learned how to pretend innocence when exposing herself.
Using that small sample, she'd once again innocently, or not so innocently, exposed herself at the restaurant, Katmandu, much to the delight of Chloe, the owner. But it was at the adult themed swingers club, Eden Redux, that she found an uninhibited crowd that was ready and willing to show her new and erotic ways to express herself. It was also at Eden that she met Brendan, a security guard at the club, their mutual attraction leading me to set up an, "accidentally," arranged rendezvous between he, Elle and I, one that had her inviting him to join us at our motel, only to have a business call blow the whole thing up at the last moment.
All I needed now was the right time and place to get them together again and ...
The right time and place would be Saturday night, five days before I was leaving for Florida, this time with my son and Lexi, which would be my last trip of the season to my winter retreat.
That also meant that my wife would be returning with me, making these trysts with Elle somewhat more difficult to arrange.
While she wasn't happy with my leaving, she did take solace in it being my final trip south. And to help even further, we'd scheduled my last story of the year, based on a book she'd read to her class, for that following Tuesday, meaning I'd be able to stop into the school on Wednesday, a late afternoon matinee only hours before my departure!
I'd sent Brendan an e-mail, asking if it would be possible for him to be at Eden, without being on duty? He immediately knew what I had in mind and replied later that night that he'd arranged just that, but asking that we limit our interaction to the upstairs, so that it wouldn't compromise the side deal he had with Sherry, the downstairs bartender. I promised that I had no problem with that.
I also contacted Keith to see if he and Amy were going to be at the, "Eden Redux" He replied that they weren't going to be there, but that they were exploring another venue, one that Kat had recommended. She'd given me the same information months earlier on a private, "Members Only," club that seemed to have unlimited potential for us. While that might have been true, I didn't feel that Elle was ready for something like that at this point.
Keith promised to give me a review of their experience on Monday.
So, dinner reservations.
Smart play would be to go back to Katmandu and let the restaurant and Chloe get Elle into the mood for Brendan. After all, I knew that Chloe not only permitted Elle's exhibitionism, but encouraged it. Between her and her staff, Elle would leave the restaurant horny and ready to party at Eden Redux.
But..., knowing I had Brendan ready and waiting there, I figured, "Why make it easy for them?" Knowing how much Elle loved French culture, a carryover from her, "semester abroad," experience in England, the "man of the house" a French born wine importer, I chose a French Bistro in town, which advertised itself as, "Intimate and Romantic."
As was my MO, she would have no idea what I'd planned for the evening, my secrecy meant to keep her off balance. A distracted Elle was more likely to be influenced by my suggestions if she was in unfamiliar surroundings.
Her only desire...? She insisted on dressing herself.
With her at this, "..., don't give a shit," stage of her life, given her new and improved tits, a closet full of revealing clothing and the new found confidence to wear anything she wanted, "..., dressing herself," could be a very dangerous proposition!
That had me off balance.
But if what she'd chosen was so outrageous that I couldn't take her to the bistro, there was always the Taco Bell drive thru!
As it turned out, I had Kathy to thank for what she was wearing.
I only had to wait an extra ten minutes for, the always late, Elle this time, a new record for her. Since it was a cool and damp mid April night, she was wearing her black coat sweater, not giving away what she had underneath.
She looked awesome, her hair and makeup looking like she'd had it done professionally and as always, she was very excited to see me.
"Hey baby..., I know, I'm late..., but this time there's a real reason!"
After a very sensual kiss, she settled back into her seat and proceeded to tell me the, "..., real reason," she'd been late.
"I went to Kathy's and Vic had gone out, so it was just the two of us..., and their son Randy. He's nineteen, an unbelievable kid, really smart and he goes to MIT. So he's upstairs on his computer and Kathy takes one look at me and tells me, "You look like shit!" Which I did because Todd was in a pissy mood, as usual, and I just wanted to get out of the house. I threw a couple of outfits into a bag and some make-up and then got out of there as quickly as I could."
"So, she poured us some wine and we went upstairs to her bedroom, where I took another shower, dried off and then, while Kathy was trying to dry my hair, I was trying on what I wanted to wear. I never even got half of it on and she was already saying, "NO!" When I protested and finished putting everything on, she shook her head and then did the unthinkable!'
I couldn't imagine what Elle would have thought the, "..., unthinkable," might have been, so I looked at her and made a, "..., and?" face."
"She called her son!"
Nodding, "Yes," I admitted, "You're right..., that was kind of severe."
"Randy walked in before I could do anything and..., after he got over the initial shock, he mumbled, "Mrs. Adams..., you aren't planning on wearing that ..., are you?" Luckily, Kathy piped up, "No, she bought it thinking it was something that Kim might be able to use for a dance recital, but..."
"Shaking his head, he said to me, "I don't know? Unless Kim has grown up a lot over the last couple of years..., I don't see her wearing anything like that until her wedding night." Then he went back to his room."
