Eva Mazza - Sex, Lies & Stellenbosch

He snorted. “No, I don’t. If you want to christen my shaft, feel free, but please hurry up. I need your mouth.”

Jen moved her lips up against his nameless member. “Oh good. If you had named it, I would have had to go back to Plan B, which is to…”

Before she could finish her sentence, he was in her mouth, and she was turned on by his urgency. I think you’re enjoying this, Jen. You’re a bad girl! Years of withholding from John and now you’ve all but swallowed Myron whole.

Jen ran her finger along the line leading to just under Myron’s butt. He groaned with pleasure and pushed her head closer to him so that he could get deeper into her. She couldn’t believe she wasn’t gagging! This was one thing that she and the girls would bitch about: ‘the helping hand’.

“I mean really,” Shelley would scream with laughter. “It’s bad enough having to cram a whole bratwurst down my throat, let alone have that ‘helping hand’ to guide me!”

Jen had to rein in her thoughts or she was going to burst out laughing.

Then Myron stopped her, pulling her to her feet. “I’m going to explode without having pleased you,” he said. “Unless that’s what you want? You’ve made it very clear that you are in control tonight.”

He suggested moving away from the door, but she shook her head and untied her wrap dress, which fell open exposing her lace underwear. Her brown nipples were pert and peeked through the lace of her bra and she knew that her pubic hair, thankfully waxed and trimmed at the spa◦– at great expense to John◦– cast an enticing dark shadow under her knickers.

“You are a beautiful woman, Jen,” Myron whispered. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her. “Oh my God, you are just beautiful.”

Okay, fabulous. The practical underwear in my wardrobe will have to go to charity. The French should be canonised.

“Take your dress off,” he said.

Is he kidding? He wants to see the whole of the moon? Not sure I will look as good without the dress framing my silhouette. But then she remembered her meeting with Leonard in the morning and decided to do as she was told. The last thing she needed was love stains all over her one and only item of clean clothing.

She took a deep breath and removed her dress as sexily as possible, remembering to suck in her tummy. But Myron hadn’t noticed. He pulled her towards him as he expertly unclasped her bra. His hands were on her as he hungrily felt her up, squeezing her nipples and weighing each breast in his hands. It’s obvious they’re ample , she thought, as his head dived into them. Parting like the Red Sea, Myron allowed himself time to frolic between them before coming up for air. She closed her eyes and began to relax and enjoy the idea that he may just find her absolutely tantalising. Her body began to rock against his and she was coaxing his hand to touch her between her thighs. It was clear that he was now in charge, and, instead, he grabbed her butt and squeezed, gently at first and then again with more pressure. She groaned.

“Please, please, I want to feel you inside me.”

He kissed her hard, stopping her from saying another word while he ran his fingers under the elastic of her knickers. She moved her hips longingly. Touch me, she pleaded to herself. Touch me . His fingers skimmed over her, teasingly, while his teeth bit gently into her nipples. She thought she was going to burst when she felt his fingers move under her panties.

Her body convulsed. He pulled her panties to the side, lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he entered her. They stood still for a moment, enjoying the newness of each other. Before long, their bodies started to move, pounding the front door.

Jen wanted him deeper inside her and she ordered him to put her down.

“Lie on your back,” she whispered. She stood over him, her back to him as she removed her knickers and he writhed with desire at what he saw. She slowly sank onto him, riding him feverishly, and before long they were both panting and crying out.

She eased off him, put her knickers back on, clipped back the clasp of her bra and tied up her dress. She noticed that she was still wearing her sandals. Grabbing her bag and her keys, she blew him a kiss and opened the door.

“Thank you,” she whispered, as she closed the door behind her, a broad grin on her face.

Although Faith had covered Frankie’s shoulders with a blanket, she still trembled. Her trusted helper had taken on a supportive role since the tragic news; it was Faith who had spoken to Frans. He had instructed her to tell “Madam Frankie that Madam Shelley was on her way with her friends”, and that he would be there as soon as he could.

All Frankie wanted, needed, besides Lee’s arms around her, was her friend Jen, and she had urged Faith to phone her. Jen’s phone was on voicemail.

Instead, Frankie had found John standing in front of her, a hangdog expression on his face. She glanced at him and then looked away. He was the last person she wanted to see◦– a reminder of her betrayal. In fact, he was why Lee had stormed out of their house, which in turn had led to his fatal crash.

John’s words of condolence echoed through her. “I’m really sorry, Frankie,” he said. She ignored him. She wanted to wake up from this nightmare of which John was an integral part. He tentatively placed his hand on an unresponsive leg. “It feels hypocritical to mourn, I know. But he was my best friend. I’m devastated.”

Frankie’s face was stained with tears. Her head moved slowly from side to side.

He continued, hand firmer now on her thigh. “If anyone knows, it’s me. Cheating doesn’t mean you loved him less. God knows, I’m also guilty; I cheated on him too. But I refuse to allow the guilt to get in the way; you mustn’t either.” When she finally turned to look at him, he was sobbing unashamedly.

Disgusted, she struggled to push his hand from her leg.

“You are despicable, John. Lee’s dead because he found out about you.”

John’s sobs came to an abrupt halt and he wiped the tears away with his hands.

“My husband was in an absolute state when he left the house last night.”

John tried to touch her again.

“Don’t you dare come near me! Don’t touch me!” she hissed.

“Okay,” John said, retracting his arm. “It upsets me that you think I’m the cause of all of this. We were both involved, Frankie. But if you want to pin this all on me, do it. If it makes you feel better…”

She spoke over him. Not listening to a word he had to say.

“He uncovered a whole lot more, you know.”

John’s head jerked back.

“Son of a bitch!” she hissed at him again.

Although she had managed to finally shut him up, the nightmare still played on.

“He drove away last night at such a speed; it’s no wonder he crashed. Don’t speak to me about guilt. You have no scruples, John. I know I’ve been a pretty shit wife, but you, you’re not only an adulterous husband, you’re a cheating lover too.”

She began to laugh at this ridiculous notion. The shrill laughter brought Faith running in to check up on her. Both Frankie and John gestured for her to leave them alone.

Frowning, he said, “Look, Patty was a mistake. You know that.”

She scowled at him.

“I don’t understand,” he said as he combed his fingers through his hair.

For the first time since she had sunk into Lee’s armchair, she hauled herself out. He followed her, but she swung around and barked, “Stay where you are!”

He complied. She could feel his eyes on her as she shuffled like an old woman to her bedroom, returning with the incriminating images. “You piece of crap,” she hissed, throwing them in his face. “Now fuck off out of my house. I never want to see you again, you hear me?”