J. McKenna - Wanted - Kept Woman

“I don’t think he and I would get along. If I had met a guy like this, I’d have to insist that he fuck me regularly.”

For the first time, Suzanne could see why Brian didn’t choose Wendy. She was too headstrong. Suzanne didn’t know how Brian could have determined that so early in the selection process but somehow he did. Maybe it was the way she looked in the photos, as if her eyes had challenged him.

The phone rang, freezing them in place. They stared at each other like two young teens caught with a Playgirl magazine.

The phone rang again, galvanizing Suzanne to action. She spilled the wine as she jumped up, but didn’t care. It was white anyway. She raced to the phone and caught it in the middle of the third ring.

“Hel-hello,” she said breathlessly. Her eyes were as large as the bottoms of shot glasses as she stared at Wendy across the room.

“Hello, Suzanne?”

Suzanne put her hand over the phone and nodded vigorously. Then she snatched away her hand and said smoothly, “Oh, hi, Brian.” Wendy put the back of her hand to her forehead in a false swoon and batted her eyelashes. Suzanne turned her back so she wouldn’t laugh.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?”

“Oh, no. I was, I was just, I was just, um, getting some wine out of the fridge.”

“Well, I called to see if you’d still like to spend the weekend with me.”

“YES! I mean, yes, that’s fine. I’ve thought about it and it seems fine.” Suzanne realized she was close to babbling incoherently. She could feel his voice in her soul. She turned around and looked exasperatedly at Wendy.

“I had a good time with you. Both dates. I hope you did too.” Brian’s voice made her wet. She could feel the vibrations start anew.

“Oh, yes! I did too!” She saw Wendy make calming gestures with both hands, moving them palms down. Suzanne took a silent, slow breath. “What should I bring?”

“Just pack light. It’s very informal out there. Swimsuit, shorts—that sort of thing. We’ll be eating in both nights.”

Suzanne found herself nodding, her mind already on the island with Brian.

“Suzanne?”

“Oh, yes! That sounds fine. Great! When should I be ready? Will Baba pick me up? How will we get there?”

Wendy rolled her eyes at her.

“Whoa! Hang on! I’ll pick you up Friday at seven. I’ll be coming alone in my SUV. It only takes a couple of hours to drive to Clear Lake. Will that be all right?”

“Yes, yes, that will be fine, just fine!” Suzanne bit her lip to stop her from saying “fine” again.

“All right, see you then. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Okay. Me too. Bye!” She hung up. Her hand shook. The vibrations eased. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“That was the most pitiful display of emotions I’ve ever seen,” Wendy said. “Reminds me of the time the football quarterback said ‘hi’ to you in the hallway at Flagstone High. As I recall, you tripped over a garbage can.”

Suzanne blushed. “God. I’m such an idiot! I’m sure he thinks I’m a giddy little schoolgirl.”

“So what’s the story?”

“He confirmed our date for his private island at Clear Lake,” Suzanne couldn’t help but emphasize the words. “This Friday. God, that doesn’t give me much time to get ready!”

Wendy smiled. “All you really need is a toothbrush. I’m sure you won’t be needing many clothes.” She gave her an exaggerated wink.

“God, do ya think? Jeez, I hope so!” Suzanne wanted to fill in the blanks her dreams had left out. Put some action to the passion.

“He gonna have the limo pick you up?”

“No, this time, he’s going to drive me himself! In his SUV.”

“Ohh! Sounds like you two will finally be completely alone.”

“That’s right,” Suzanne grinned salaciously. “Just me and the hunk. I’m gonna get laid this weekend!” She high-fived her friend.

“Hey!” Wendy said suddenly. “Can I come? I won’t participate in the orgy, I’ll just watch, maybe take some snapshots…”

Suzanne threw a couch pillow at her.

Sitting in his car a half-block away, Sam bit his lip as he listened to his ex-wife and her friend talk, holding the earpiece in place and plugging his other ear to block out the traffic noise. The voices of his ex and that honey-blonde best friend washed over him. He imagined what it might be like to have both of them alone together.

“Oh, baby, I’ve been waiting for you…” he said under his breath.

His hand dropped down to his groin and he rubbed his hardness there. He opened his eyes and looked around. He was alone on the darkened street. Why not? he thought and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free—he wasn’t wearing underwear. He grasped the turgid shaft and began rubbing it, imagining what it would be like to fuck Wendy while his ex watched. She’d be tied up, of course, forced to watch him plow his big cock into Wendy’s mouth, ass and cunt. The cute blonde would be fighting him at first, then she’d start to get into it.

His hand moved up and down as he imagined the scene. His cock felt huge in his fist. His fantasies in his cell never included any of Suzanne’s friends before. This was just a bonus. He pictured Wendy’s face, lolling back, half afraid and half satiated as he pounded her. She’d scream with pleasure and Suzanne would close her eyes in disgust at her friend’s betrayal.

Sam didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to save that thrill imagining what he would do to his treacherous ex-wife. He loosened his grip, already dismissing Wendy from his mind. In his fantasy, she would be limp with exhaustion, unable to move. He’d untie Suzanne. She’d fight him, of course, and he’d have to slap her around a bit until she cooperated.

His cock throbbed as he visualized the scene. She’d be begging him, begging Wendy for help, but it would be useless. His hand moved up and down, making his balls ache for release. He’d make Suzy plead to be used. She’d know there was no way out. She never liked anal sex, that bitch, and he would fuck her in the ass while listening to her scream, her veins standing out on her neck, her eyes wide with fright and pain. He’d slap her ass again and again, making it bright red, forcing her to squeal for him, squeal you bitch—

He came suddenly, his seed spurting up onto his shirt. He smiled, listening to their voices. The release only teased him. He wiped the sperm off on his pant leg and let his imagination turn to his plans for her. Private island, huh? Sounded like the perfect set up. Now, what to do about it? He zipped up and thought the problem through.

He knew he had to check in with his probation officer back in San Jose on Thursday. But that wouldn’t be a problem. He’d have plenty of time to prepare for the weekend.

His anger at Armstrong’s thwarting of his earlier plans had mellowed. It might work out for the best, after all , he thought. His burning desire to get even with Suzanne was now tempered with greed. Armstrong was rich, so he definitely wanted to get himself a piece of that. Was there a way to do both, and leave no trace? He didn’t want to involve others, like those two nitwits Jarvis and Mack so he’d have to do it himself.

Slowly, an idea began to coalesce in his mind. It needed a little preparation, a few extra items. He stared at the radio, nodding. He flicked it off and prepared to drive home, a grin spreading over his face.

“Suzanne, you are in for one hell of a surprise.”

“You know, there is something that occurred to me,” Wendy said, taking a sip of her martini. It was the following afternoon. Suzanne had met her friend at their favorite bar—a fern place around the corner from Market Street named “The Pump Station”. It had been a firehouse back in the twenties that had been sold many times since then. It had become a good place to meet horny men, probably because of the name. Now, with the late afternoon sun slanting through the narrow windows, the place was only half full.