When the reality becomes fantasy; a greater reality intrudes

Whatever Your Heart Desires Ch. 04
by Cherysse St. Claire  ©

We spent the rest of that long weekend in Fantasyland. We shopped. We
dined. We went out drinking and dancing, just us girls. Can you believe
it? God, what a rush! We fucked; a lot. It was fast, furious, frantic. It
was slow, soft, sensual. We did it everywhere in the house, over the hood
of the car, in the changing room of the boutique where we were trying on
clothes. I can hear the Blue Noses now. "They fucked? That's it? What
about making love, like responsible adults?" Honey, it was all about
making love; everything we did in every moment of every day. I had fallen
in love with Danny in much the same way five years before. Now, I had
fallen in love all over again — with Danielle. You want to talk about
magic?

I grudgingly granted her a few hours with Celine Thursday evening. On the
one hand, I wanted her to learn to be all the woman she could be. The
thought of Danielle committed full-time to this new and utterly erotic
lifestyle kept me constantly wet. On the other hand, I was already wet. I
had the 'itch', and needed her to scratch it. When I saw the results of
that first lesson — the makeup and hair styling which she proudly admitted
she had done herself — I was fervently thankful I had let her go, and that
Celine was there to guide her. Even my lover's voice sounded sultrier,
sexier. She and Celine had obviously worked on that, too. I made her
exclusively mine for the rest of the weekend.

Danni had to kick me out of bed Monday morning to get ready for work. I
did not want to leave her! We split the difference; she showered with me.
After the 'sendoff' she gave me under the jets of steamy spray, my morning
coffee was almost superfluous.

We dressed together after. I lovingly laced her into her corset once
again. In deference to my wishes, she donned stockings and high-heeled
marabou mules, then a long. flowing peignoir and dressing gown, while I
slipped into a blouse, 'sincere suit', and business pumps. There was
something utterly erotic about this role reversal, having my sexy 'wife'
see me off to work in the morning. For her part, she was taking to her new
role as though she had been born to it. I didn't want the weekend to be
over.

"What will you be doing today, Wifey?" I chirped brightly.

She smiled bemusedly, acknowledging her new status.

"I have an article to work on this morning," she replied, "then will spend
the afternoon with Celine."

When I wrinkled my forehead in incomprehension, she giggled, threw her
arms around my neck, pressed her body against mine and kissed me.

"It's Monday, Silly. The salon is closed. The lesson will probably last
all afternoon."

I jumped at the opportunity.

"Why don't I take you out for dinner then?" I offered. "I'll call you
later and we can coordinate the time."

Danni assented readily. I smiled and took her into my arms.

"Sweetie, I just wanted to ask. You are okay with all this, aren't you? I
mean, it's all been so sudden - and so incredibly sexy...."

Danni blushed. The corners of her mouth twitched upward.

"It is overwhelming," she acknowledged with a hesitant smile, "and kind of
scary. Yes, I am 'okay with it', as you put it...."

Her smile broadened with that.

"I just never imagined you would be into something like this, let alone so
strongly. You asked me to give it a fair chance and I will — just for you.
My biggest worry is, what will become of us?"

I smiled and stroked her cheek softly.

"You don't worry about that at all. Your only concern is making yourself
gorgeous for me. I will take care of everything else."

I kissed her softly on the lips to emphasize my point, then turned and
walked out the door. I smirked as I strutted to my car. Just for ME, huh?
You really don't want to admit to me how much YOU want it, do you? In that
case, you little minx, I really WILL take care of everything else.

***

I called Danni's cell at five o'clock. She told me she and Celine were
just finishing up. I invited her to meet me at O'Malley's for a drink.
From there, we could decide where we wanted to go for dinner. She
accepted, noting she hadn't been sure how fancy a place I had had in mind,
and that she had done the 'sexy, sophisticated look' for me. I replied I
couldn't wait to see.

O'Malley's is an Irish pub not far from my office. It is a favorite
after-work watering hole and sometime lunch destination for my co-workers
and me. From my vantage point on the end of the first high-backed booth, I
observed my sweetheart step through the door around five-thirty. Her
smooth, feline strut oozed sensuality. She paused as her eyes adjusted to
the changed light. I rose from my place and stepped forward to greet her.

We hugged and kissed each other lightly on the cheek. I gave her a very
appreciative once-over and beamed my approval. 'Sexy, sophisticated'
indeed! She had worn one of her new suits; charcoal with a subtle pin
stripe. The fitted jacket had widely-spaced lapels and a peplum waist. The
slim, tight-fitting skirt ended at mid-thigh. Her shapely legs were clad
in sheer black stockings, ending in black patent pumps with five-inch
heels. The black crepe blouse was undone to the "V" of the jacket's
lapels. The halves were spread, revealing the deep valley of her cleavage.
Danni's hair looked salon-fresh and as full and fluffy as it had the
previous Wednesday. Her makeup was still provocative, but less dramatic
than it had been the previous five days. Her look was that of a sexy young
secretary who dressed for her boss's pleasure rather than office decorum.
How appropriate!

I took Danni's hand in mine and led her back to our booth. As we rounded
the corner of the high oak backrest, she froze in her tracks.

"Jackie, Beth, Gwen, may I present Danielle, the love of my life," I
purred.

I tightened my grip on Danni's hand to prevent her from running away — or
falling over in a dead faint. The introductions weren't really necessary,
of course. My husband had met Jackie and Beth, both fellow agents, and
Gwen, our secretary, at various office parties and functions. When you
work with a group of people long enough, you just know whom you can
confide in and whom you can't. Of our agency staff, these three were
confidants and co-conspirators on all things personal.

They had all been out "catting around" with me in one nightclub or another
in the past, not to mention frequent after-work "Happy Hour" excursions to
this and other pubs. I knew the most intimate, detailed knowledge of their
love lives; the who, what, when, and how many times. It wouldn't have
occurred to me not to share this momentous change in my love life with
them as soon as I arrived at work that morning. I knew I could trust them
to be 'cool' about it. When I invited them to join Danni and me for
drinks, wild horses could not have kept them away.

'Cool' was an understatement. After the consensus "Oh, my GOD!", all three
piled out of the booth to get a better look, head-to-toe. Hugs and
enthusiastic praise go a long way towards salving a bruised and fragile
ego. After re-seating ourselves — Danni between Gwen and me, Jackie and
Beth on the other side — and two rounds of drinks, my sweetheart felt a
little more like one of the girls.

Naturally, the subject of Danielle and her 'coming out' dominated the
conversation. There were a lot of questions, as I knew there would be. I
hadn't prompted any of it.

My office mates were naturally curious, yet sensitive to the impact of so
emotional a subject on a girl who was 'new to the game'. To her credit,
and my unvoiced encouragement, Danni answered freely and frankly. I could
tell she danced around certain questions — particularly about any
attraction she might feel towards men. The important thing was, she was
facing the issues and her own emotional responses to them — something she
had to do if 'Danielle' was to grow as a person.

I made certain she and I went alone to the Little Girl's Room to powder
our noses. I knew she would have something to say in private, and had a
firm idea what it would be.

She didn't disappoint me.

"How could you do this to me?" she burst out incredulously. "I almost died
of shame!"

"Baby," I responded, "it was never my intention to humiliate you. I can
only say what I have said before; you have nothing to be ashamed of. You
cannot hide in the closet forever. You have to get out, meet people, and
let them meet you. You were fine with Lexi, Celine and the girls at the
salon. You also had no problem with the people at the clubs we went to
last weekend."

"The clubs were different," Danni retorted. "They were all strangers.
These three have known me as long as you and I have been together."

"That is exactly my point," I replied. "These three do know you — as an
intelligent, funny, warm, loving, caring, thoughtful human being. You are
still that person. We just made the 'packaging' a bit more attractive. Our
girlfriends are fine with that, just as Lexi and Celine are. They have
been jealous as Hell of me all this time, jealous of the love I have. From
what I can see, they are even more so now."

"You could have warned me up front," Danni reasoned, "so I could have been
emotionally prepared."

"I could have," I agreed. "Would you have shown up?"

She just stared at me in the mirror as we freshened our lipstick.

"How will I ever be able to face them again as your husband?" she sighed.

I held her close and smiled coyly.

"Why would I ever want you to?"

My sweet Danni sighed again in resignation.

"Do you have any more surprises for me?"

I shrugged my shoulders a bit and cranked my smile up a notch.

"The night is young and so are we."

When we returned to the booth, the topic of conversation turned almost
immediately to dinner. Five grumbling stomachs were not to be denied.
Someone voiced a desire for Steak on a Stick and potato skins. In no time,
we all adjourned to Friday's. Jackie and Beth rode with me; Gwen
accompanied Danielle. My two companions never shut up about my 'new wife'.
They remarked, as others had, how attractive they had always considered
'Danny' to be. Now, they couldn't get over what a gorgeous female he — she
— was becoming. They danced delicately around the subject of our sex life,
wondering how far I intended to take Danielle's transformation? I assured
them that, whatever other changes she had in store for her, that would not
be changing within the foreseeable future. I had been correct in my
earlier assessment of them. At that moment, I could see they were
beside-themselves envious of me.

The three of us arrived first and were seated immediately, much to our
delight. That event is rare enough any time. It is doubly so on a Monday
night during football season. Danni and Gwen arrived ten minutes later.
Danni took her seat next to me and Gwen took the empty chair between
Jackie and Beth. The conversation resumed where it had left off in
O'Malley's. I knew immediately something was wrong. I have always trusted
my instincts and now they were sounding extra alarms. It wasn't anything
either one said, nor the way they looked at each other. Rather, it was the
way they studiously avoided looking at each other that gave them away. It
wasn't hostility; I would have read that in their body language. This was
something else.

The hackles on the back of my neck stood up. I knew Danni inside and out.
I had never had to worry about 'him' cheating on me; he was devoted to me.
Likewise, I didn't expect 'her' to stray for the same reason. Then again,
she was new to the game and an accommodating personality. I knew Gwen was
anything but. She was a man-eater, a sexual predator with a taste for
fresh meat. She seemingly changed lovers more often than she changed her
mind — and loved to try new things. It didn't take a rocket scientist to
figure out who had made a play for whom on the way over.

I stared a hole through my spouse's head. It didn't take long for her to
sense my gaze and meet it. Danni and I share that rare quality that one
can tell with a glance what the other is thinking. She read my unspoken
question with ease. My lover knew full well how I felt about her and other
women. The little smile confirmed my suspicions. The almost imperceptible
shake of her head bespoke: the offer had been graciously declined. Her leg
pressed against mine, with her hand gently stroking my inner thigh,
confirmed her allegiance. Damn, I loved her! I made a mental note; I would
have to keep a closer eye on Gwen whenever Danni was around....

The partisan football crowd was getting rowdy. After a few more rounds, so
were we. I wasn't really surprised when we picked up an 'escort'; five
guys who graciously seated themselves with us, each gifting us with
another round of whatever we had been drinking.

My girlfriends and I were used to this; it happened often when we were out
together. Then again, this was the first time it had happened when my
lover was with me — and she now had an admirer of her own!

Mine was a tall, seriously-muscled, towheaded hunk of manflesh named Ron
Randall. He was a personal trainer (surprise!) at a local health club. I
made no attempt to hide my wedding band and he made no attempt to let it
dissuade him. In the meantime, Danni was distracted by an equally-buff
(same occupation, same club) Terry Kennedy. Hmmm, a gregarious Irish lad,
in search of a fair colleen. If he only knew.... Our three friends were
similarly occupied. It was fun. It was flirtatious. We talked of football,
movies, and of course, Real Estate (that was the salesperson in us). I
would be lying if I said Ron wasn't an attractive man — one that, under
different circumstances, I wouldn't think twice about having. Then again,
Danni and Terry.... I thought briefly of the spur-of-the-moment spoken
fantasy that had started us down this path. It was making me wet.

I could feel the tension rising from my other side. I had never
experienced it before, yet I could sense its source — and cause. Beth
glanced my way, then flicked her eyes towards Danni. She knew, too! Now we
had a problem. I couldn't indulge myself with Ron. There was the obvious
reason, of course, but Beth and Jackie rode with me; their cars were back
at the office. Gwen's car was also parked in the company lot, but it was
apparent she had found her flavor du jour and would likely not be riding
back with Danni. Correction: Gwen would not be riding with Danni no matter
what.

Jackie and Beth were both married but, like me, occasionally had fun on
the side. I silently polled them, eye-to-eye, gauging their intentions.
Both gave little shakes of their head. All for one; one for all. I glanced
at Gwen, who was oblivious to everything but her guy. Well, almost all.

Luckily, the game turned into a blowout. We offered our excuses shortly
after the beginning of the fourth quarter. There was no mistaking the look
of disappointment in Ron's eyes and three others'. Lucky Number Five was a
different story. For no good reason, other than it's what a salesperson
always does, I gave Ron my business card.

"If you decide you're in the market, call me," I offered.

The corners of his mouth twitched upward a bit.

"I just might take you up on that," he replied.

***

I dropped my co-workers off at the office, sticking around long enough to
make certain their cars started and they got underway without incident.
Then I drove straight home. Between my sexy banter with Ron and the
occasional thought towards my 'double-double' fantasy with Danni and two
guys (Ron and Terry? Ron and anybody else?), my panties were soaked. I
could tell Danni and I would have to work on the trust issue a little more
before that fantasy could be realized. My lover's car was already parked
in the garage. The house was dark but for the light streaming from our
bedroom. I thought back to her unspoken, yet heated response to my
flirtations with Ron. This might require some damage control.

"Honey, I just wanted to say...."

WHAM!

My back hit the bedroom wall with enough force to knock the wind from me.
The scent of Danni's Obsession assaulted my senses, even as her lips
assaulted mine. Instinctively, my legs encircled her waist even as my arms
went around her neck. She speared my pussy with her eight-inch clit,
driving the breath from me yet again and pinning me against the wall. In
all the time we had been together, she had never, ever taken me with such
force and passion.

My first orgasm exploded in less than a minute; my second, third, and
fourth in less than five. I am not certain at what point I wound up on my
back on the bed, nor when I rolled over on top, riding her clit. Finally,
the individual bursts of bliss melded together into one continuous river
of molten lava that burned through the night and seared my soul. Through
all of it, she never said a word.

Finally, somewhere between midnight and dawn, she stopped - just as I was
on the ragged edge of yet another giant climax. She was on an upstroke;
her clit was thisclose to being withdrawn from my pussy altogether. I
shrieked my displeasure at this despicable pause at exactly the wrong
moment. Danni just gazed at me with placid eyes.

"You just wanted to say what?"

I glared at her with a look of pure venom.

"Never mind," I hissed.

I dug my nails into her tush sharply and yanked with all my might,
slamming her clit home in my snatch. That was all it took. I was falling
again, and the bottom was nowhere in sight....

***

The weeks slipped away. Danni was in class with Celine Monday afternoons,
plus Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Between corseting and weight loss
(hey, how hungry are you when your stomach and other internal organs are
being compressed four inches?), she had achieved a natural twenty-four
inch waist. Her hips and tush had expanded to a mouth-watering thirty-six
inches. Her luscious body rocked out in a skimpy bikini, not to mention
her other fashions.

Lately, I had been giving serious thought to buying her a boob job. Her
natural ones had swelled along with her beautiful bottom and her nipples
had become erect and sensitive. It was a crime to cover them up with faux
titties, but she looked so good as a really busty babe.

I had been giving a lot of thought to fulfilling that other fantasy. I
wanted to see her with a man, to watch while he took her the way a man
takes a woman — well, within the limits of her anatomy. I knew it would be
a little tricky to find the right guy, but not impossible. In fact, I was
really liking that scenario about two guys, taking Danni and me together.

All right, I admit it. I had been having thoughts about Ron Randall. What
girl wouldn't? He had been calling me regularly at work. It wasn't about
buying a house, either. I had flirted with him, letting him know the
interest was there, but I wasn't ready to see him — yet. I was feeling a
little guilty about wanting to. That was a first for me. In the past,
whenever I saw a guy that made me ooze, I just had him. It was harmless
fun and didn't hurt anyone. Even after I married Danny, my playing around
on the side was never a threat to our marriage. Danny was the man I loved
and I wasn't going to toss him aside for a random hunk of beefcake. I
never broached the subject with him. I didn't want to flaunt it in his
face. I just made it up to him in other ways.

The rules had changed and I had changed them. Now 'Danielle' was the love
of my life. Even though I had convinced myself I was doing it for her,
there had been a big, big dividend in it for me. Neither Danny nor
Danielle had ever, ever cheated on me. She was, in fact, going to the most
extreme lengths any person can to satisfy my 'itch'. She was satisfying
me, to an extent I had never dreamed possible. Still, I was having a
craving for a man — something I had taken away from 'Danny' to create
'Danielle'. That was making me feel a little uneasy. I reasoned: if she
could have a man with me, I wouldn't have to feel guilty, would I?

But Danielle had yet to express the slightest interest in having sex with
anyone but me, let alone a man. She could have had Gwen or Lexi in a
heartbeat. Instincts or no, I might never have tumbled to it. Yet my lover
had already refused one — and told me so - and would certainly refuse the
other if the situation arose. This was frustrating. How do you convince
someone to cheat, and that it wouldn't be cheating if you were there with
them?

The answer was, you don't convince them; you seduce them. The next time
Ron called, I set something up with him for the following Tuesday night. I
told him my 'roommate' hadn't gotten laid in a while and had just quit
trying to find someone. I wanted him to bring Terry Kennedy over to our
place for a 'foursome'. I could almost envision his eyes glazing over at
the prospect.

When I hung up the phone I started making a mental plan. No one knew how
to push Danni's buttons better than me. She would come home from her
Cosmetology lesson, and "the boys dropped by, just to be sociable,
Sweetie. The least we can do is offer them a drink, right?" Once she was
relaxed, I would start caressing her, then kissing her, 'putting on a
little show to make the guys jealous.' Once I got her warmed up, it
wouldn't take any effort at all to get her into Terry's arms — and me into
Ron's. I figured if we had all had a couple of drinks by then, Terry
wouldn't really mind about Danni's secret, would he? Even if he did...
well, I would figure something out. The bottom line was, I would be able
to enjoy Ron without having to feel guilty about it.

The boys showed up at nine on the dot Tuesday night. I really like guys
who care enough to be punctual. This was gonna be a great evening. Danni
would get home around ten, so there was plenty of time. I showed Ron where
the liquor was and told him to fix us a drink while I went into the
kitchen to get the snack tray I had already prepared. Then, we settled
down on the couch, got cozy, and waited.

The next thing I knew, it was late Wednesday morning and the telephone was
chirping angrily in my ear. It was Gwen, wanting to know if I was okay; it
wasn't like me to be this late and not call in. I told her I was sick, and
that I would have to call her back in a little bit. That hadn't been a
lie. My head was pounding. I felt like Death Warmed Over. My pussy and ass
were so sore, they throbbed. What the Hell had I done the night before? I
couldn't remember a thing.

I stumbled into the bathroom and went potty. I wanted to go back to bed,
but knew I had to get up. A good, long, steamy, soapy shower made me feel
marginally better. I wrapped my terry robe around me and cinched the belt
tight, then padded back into the bedroom. Where was Danni? I dimly
remembered we had... company the night before. Ron and Terry. We were
going to have a foursome. We had a drink, then sat down to wait for... A
DRINK! I hurried to the living room. Nothing. I went into the kitchen. The
three glasses were there, in the strainer. I snatched one up to the light
and examined it. The glass was flawless; not a spot, streak — or
fingerprint. I started to get a gnawing feeling of dread in the pit of my
stomach. Where is Danni?

I raced to her bedroom, the one she had never had occasion to sleep in. It
had been my plan she would 'break it in' the previous night, along with
Terry, after I had got the festivities off to a good start. Apparently,
Ron and Terry had had an agenda of their own.

Danni's bedroom was empty, the bed not even creased. Then where was she?

I went back into the living room, thoroughly disoriented. I just stood
there for a moment, collecting my wits — or trying to. Something was
trying to pierce the fog of my confusion, force its way to the front of my
consciousness. It was... a sound, a subdued, high-pitched whine. I looked
around the room and spotted the door to our home office open. As I made my
way to it, the sound got louder. I finally recognized it as the sound of
our computer's hard drive in operation. Danni had left it on again?

No, it hadn't been Danni. The computer was running all right. There was a
new slide show in progress on the screen, starring me — having sex with
Ron and Terry. I had been on my back, then on top, then on hands and
knees, taking first one, then the other, then both at the same time. They
must have used a digital camera on a tripod with remote release or timer.
In each one of the pictures, my face was clear as crystal — and theirs
were turned away from the camera or out of the frame. So, what had they
dosed me with? GHB? X? Whatever it was, they had had a real good time,
then expertly cleaned up after themselves. And I had just washed the
remaining evidence down the shower drain. I smelled a well-rehearsed
set-up. I knew instinctively I was not their first victim. Victim? I had
invited them into my home with open arms. Why had they bothered? We were
going to have sex anyway. I guessed for some guys, it wasn't as good if
the girl says: "yes" — or they weren't taking any chances I might change
my mind. Those bastards! I felt so dirty.

Correction: I had invited them into our home. Where was my sweetheart?
What had those rat fucks done with her? I was just reaching for the phone
to call the police when something on the screen caught my eye. I had to
wait for the sequence to cycle again. Then I saw it, in two different
frames. Danni was standing in the bedroom door, watching what was going
on. My two assailants had been so engrossed in me, they hadn't noticed her
watching all three of us.

Why hadn't she said something, screamed, come to my aid? The sequence
cycled again. I studied her image intently this time. The story was all
there on the two frames. There were two very different expressions on my
lover's face. The first was wide-eyed astonishment. The second was... pure
hate.

For the second time, a knot formed in my stomach. I hurried over to the
dresser and opened her drawers, one by one. All empty. I dashed back to
her bedroom to check her closet filled to the brim with the clothes we had
purchased for her. There were about a half-dozen forlorn, empty hangers
occupying otherwise barren racks.

She hadn't understood. She hadn't realized the creeps had drugged me.
After everything she had been through, everything she had done to please
me, she had walked in, seen me fucking two of the guys we had met at
Friday's - on our marital bed - and thought.... Then again, she had a
point, didn't she? It wasn't like I had been the model of a faithful
spouse. I had invited them with the intent of having sex with them. Yes, I
had intended for Danni to participate — but it hadn't really been about
what she wanted, had it? I hadn't even told her about it. It was going to
be another surprise....

I sat down hard on the closet floor, crossed my legs, planted my elbows on
my knees, then buried my face in my hands. What had I done? I could
picture the scene as clearly as day. She had quietly slipped into this
room and closed the door, fuming in silent rage. I was actually grateful
she had done that. My attackers had not realized Danni had come home. She
had been spared my fate, or worse when they discovered her secret.

Danni had waited until they had finished with me and left. She had cleaned
out her closet, then come into our bedroom to empty her dresser drawers —
while I lay sprawled across the bed, not ten feet away. To her, it would
have appeared I was sound asleep in post-orgasmic bliss.

She was gone. My attackers had had nothing to do with her disappearance; I
had. I cried for a good, long time, then notified the police.