how to feel about it.”
“You were stunning.”
“Did you get what you needed?”
“No,” he said, turning to her and looking deep into her eyes.
“I didn’t mean that,” she said, her eyes flicking momentarily to his sensuous lips.
“If you mean the images, then yes. More than I could have hoped for. They will be beautiful.”
“You won’t be showing anyone, will you?”
He looked hurt. “Of course not. I’m not like that.”
But could she trust him? A transitory pang of fear and almost physical pain chilled her. She sighed. This just brought home how little she knew about this man. She felt foolish, trusting such an intimate episode to a stranger. And what about Philip? He might be excited at the fantasy of what had just happened, but if he ever found out for real that she had just posed in such a way for another man, wouldn’t he be hurt? Part of her wanted him to be hurt, to be jealous and possessive, and another part wanted the reassurance, the absolution of guilt, that went with him being pleased and turned on by her behaviour. In that way both Mark’s and Philip’s lustful appreciation of her sexual allure were inseparable, and she felt vindicated.
Mark still seemed to be sulking at her last remark. She looked back as she quietly left the room and although he did not make any eye contact, the slump in his posture as he tidied away revealed his mood.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and pulled the door shut behind her.
Chapter 17
21:30: HornEnvy : Fuck
21:30: Tarb4u : Not quite, but close
21:31: HornEnvy : I can’t believe it
21:33: Tarb4u : You still glad we did this ?
21:33: Tarb4u : Not that you have any choice now mate
21:33: Tarb4u : Next wife claimed
21:35: HornEnvy : She looks amazing
21:35: Tarb4u : You should know, you chose her
21:35: HornEnvy : I’ve never seen her look like that
21:36: Tarb4u : You’ve either got it or you haven’t
21:36: Tarb4u : And I have
21:37: HornEnvy : Was there any more?
21:37: Tarb4u : That’s for me to know
21:37: Tarb4u : Be patient
Mark didn’t pass by the café for several days after that highly charged photography session. At first China was relieved that this foolishness was going to end, that she could move on with her life, with their lives, her and Philip back on track. But as the days drifted by in an achingly slow succession of boredom, her feelings of frustration increased. The heat of passion and visceral need that Mark’s photography session had awoken in China would not go away. That fire and ice, heavy stone that sat in her lower belly was a constant reminder of unfinished business. Even sex with Philip couldn’t make that desire go away, the persistent ache, beyond the all-too familiar comforting ebb and flow of love in her marriage.
She remembered the look of hunger in Mark’s eyes when she had stopped posing, and wondered if she had presented that same look to him. Devak was colder than ever with her, despite the lack of Mark’s presence. Was the change in her so obvious? If it was this obvious to Devak, what would her husband be seeing, or was Devak just a lot more sensitive than Philip to such things? That was quite possible. Very likely in fact, she desperately tried to convince herself.
She also remembered Mark’s sulkiness as she left. Maybe his absence was extended stroppiness from not getting exactly what he wanted. She tried to be annoyed with him over this, but then remembered how young he was. She would guess at mid twenties but it was difficult to tell. His behaviour certainly supported her guess. And then she thought of his magnificent, youthful body. And his voice, that delicious Celtic lyrical spicing of Australian thunder. He could be forgiven a little immaturity. After all, she wasn’t seeking a long term partner, just some temporary entertainment.
As she sat there, her coffee forgotten beside her, China debated with herself what she should do next. She was absolutely sure of her love for
“You were stunning.”
“Did you get what you needed?”
“No,” he said, turning to her and looking deep into her eyes.
“I didn’t mean that,” she said, her eyes flicking momentarily to his sensuous lips.
“If you mean the images, then yes. More than I could have hoped for. They will be beautiful.”
“You won’t be showing anyone, will you?”
He looked hurt. “Of course not. I’m not like that.”
But could she trust him? A transitory pang of fear and almost physical pain chilled her. She sighed. This just brought home how little she knew about this man. She felt foolish, trusting such an intimate episode to a stranger. And what about Philip? He might be excited at the fantasy of what had just happened, but if he ever found out for real that she had just posed in such a way for another man, wouldn’t he be hurt? Part of her wanted him to be hurt, to be jealous and possessive, and another part wanted the reassurance, the absolution of guilt, that went with him being pleased and turned on by her behaviour. In that way both Mark’s and Philip’s lustful appreciation of her sexual allure were inseparable, and she felt vindicated.
Mark still seemed to be sulking at her last remark. She looked back as she quietly left the room and although he did not make any eye contact, the slump in his posture as he tidied away revealed his mood.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and pulled the door shut behind her.
Chapter 17
21:30: HornEnvy : Fuck
21:30: Tarb4u : Not quite, but close
21:31: HornEnvy : I can’t believe it
21:33: Tarb4u : You still glad we did this ?
21:33: Tarb4u : Not that you have any choice now mate
21:33: Tarb4u : Next wife claimed
21:35: HornEnvy : She looks amazing
21:35: Tarb4u : You should know, you chose her
21:35: HornEnvy : I’ve never seen her look like that
21:36: Tarb4u : You’ve either got it or you haven’t
21:36: Tarb4u : And I have
21:37: HornEnvy : Was there any more?
21:37: Tarb4u : That’s for me to know
21:37: Tarb4u : Be patient
Mark didn’t pass by the café for several days after that highly charged photography session. At first China was relieved that this foolishness was going to end, that she could move on with her life, with their lives, her and Philip back on track. But as the days drifted by in an achingly slow succession of boredom, her feelings of frustration increased. The heat of passion and visceral need that Mark’s photography session had awoken in China would not go away. That fire and ice, heavy stone that sat in her lower belly was a constant reminder of unfinished business. Even sex with Philip couldn’t make that desire go away, the persistent ache, beyond the all-too familiar comforting ebb and flow of love in her marriage.
She remembered the look of hunger in Mark’s eyes when she had stopped posing, and wondered if she had presented that same look to him. Devak was colder than ever with her, despite the lack of Mark’s presence. Was the change in her so obvious? If it was this obvious to Devak, what would her husband be seeing, or was Devak just a lot more sensitive than Philip to such things? That was quite possible. Very likely in fact, she desperately tried to convince herself.
She also remembered Mark’s sulkiness as she left. Maybe his absence was extended stroppiness from not getting exactly what he wanted. She tried to be annoyed with him over this, but then remembered how young he was. She would guess at mid twenties but it was difficult to tell. His behaviour certainly supported her guess. And then she thought of his magnificent, youthful body. And his voice, that delicious Celtic lyrical spicing of Australian thunder. He could be forgiven a little immaturity. After all, she wasn’t seeking a long term partner, just some temporary entertainment.
As she sat there, her coffee forgotten beside her, China debated with herself what she should do next. She was absolutely sure of her love for
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