Roman and Christine 1

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By William DuPain


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Warning: If you're looking for hard, fast, non-stop sexual scenes
in a story, as I often do myself, this story probably isn't for
you. It does have explicit scenes, but its sentiment tends toward
the romantic. 

(MF-FF-MFF).

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She stood before the lace covered double doors leading out to her
second story balcony, the memory of him running through her mind.
She recalled stepping through those double doors; the very day
construction on the balcony had been finished.



He had teased her from behind with those strong hands of his,
until she soaked her panties and ran freely down the inside of
her legs. When she had began to moan out loud, and frantically
move her ass against his roaming fingers. He had raised her sheer
nightgown and impaled himself deeply in the moist opening of her
body.



She had come fiercely that late afternoon, and in the exuberant
after glow of that orgasm, she had sworn to him she would love
him forever, and had meant it. Tears rolled down her cheeks
again; as she stood, placing her hands in exactly the same spot
she had placed them that day. When he had so lovingly
demonstrated his ardent passion for her.



That day had been bright and sunny, with a good breeze; the air
was clean and crisp. The two of them had been so happy with their
progress on the new house, and their lives together. It seemed
that all their hopes and aspirations were coming to fruition, and
the future promise of a blissful life and relationship was
assured.



But that was before that terrible night that Judd had come to see
him!

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When Roman had finally arrived he heard loud voices as he entered
his new home and followed the sound, which had originated from
his own bedroom. His tall muscular frame mounted the spiral
staircase that his hands, and the hands of his crew, had placed
there not long ago.



He paused before the frosted double French doors, and heard again
the sound of excited dialog, one female voice and one male. He
quietly opened the lace-covered doors and passed by the split
double walk in closets on the left and right.



Roman paused again at the arched entrance to his bedroom and
peered around the wall to the right. There, on his king-sized
four-poster bed was his wife, her legs spread wide, her lover
deeply impaled in her body. His cock, pounding into the wet
opening of her body, now slick with the moisture of her passion.



Heaven above could not heal the pain in her heart as she stood
there, with the memory of him entering their bedroom, and finding
the two of them in their heated embrace. She remembered the
shattered look of pain in his face, as the light of all his
dreams had died in his eyes that night.



Her lover had rolled over on his back, a look of icy terror in
his eyes at the unexpected intrusion of her husband. Roman had
more than once successfully changed the mind of energetic foes
seeking to force their will upon his person, and her suitor was
well aware of that fact.



His eyes had held hers fearfully, as time slowed, and then
stretched out into an infinite nothing.  She had lain there and
witnessed the advancing twilight of his faith in her, as his love
had reposed in deadly slumber within his gentle eyes.



Christine's eyes flashed radiant again, as she remembered the
slow descent of his eyes, as they slid to the floor in total
defeat. Where at his feat lay shattered his heart, his love ...
and his most cherished dreams, along with their commonly declared
vows and destinies.



She recalled again the hot trail of his tears, as a cold cry
filled the eyes that had once been loves warm resting place. The
powerful hands that labored so long and hard on her behalf shook
like leaves, taken by the will of some raging storm, as his heart
broke.



He had loved her more than any human being should ever love
another, and simply lacked the internal discipline to deal with
her seeming rejection of his love. He had slowly turned after
that and made his retreat, leaving behind everything he loved,
and all that his hands had labored so patiently for.



It had begun when Judd Hernandez had knocked on her door and
asked to speak to Roman. It concerned something to do with rod
placement in the footings for the new Town House at Eagle Run.



"Roman should be back anytime now Judd if you'd care to wait,"
she had offered.



"Thank you Mrs. Pirelli," he had politely said.




"Would you care for a refreshment while you wait Judd, I have
beer, wine or bottled water if you'd like," Christine had
offered.




"A cold beer would be fine ma'am."




Christine had left him there and headed for the kitchen and when
she'd returned she had a beer for him and a small glass of
Lambrusco for herself.



They had sat and chatted for a little while, until Judd had
clumsily spilled his beer all down the front of his shirt.
Christine had bolted from her seat and rushed to the kitchen area
to secure a towel for his clean up.



That had proved to be a mistake just a little later, because it
was then that Judd had placed the date rape formula in her wine.
She came back and handed him the towel and then offered him
another beer to replace the first one.



She had sat with him and sipped her wine afterward, wondering if
he were always this nervous, or if it was just being in the
bosses' house. She wasn't aware of anything peculiar until she
saw Judd's hand sliding up the inside of her dress opening her
legs wider as he went.



She remembered thinking, he's not supposed to do that, but then
had dropped her glass of wine when she tried to move and stop
him. She could feel his fingers as they stroked the front of her
panties, but seemed powerless to move or even scream.



Judd had continued, pulling her panty gusset to one side to allow
his fingers to properly penetrate her swelling pussy lips. In
spite of her best mental efforts not to enjoy his touch, her body
simply betrayed her, as her fluids began to flow heavily from her
swollen labia.



A little later, Judd had slung her arm over his shoulder and all
but drug Christine up the stairs, as he headed for her bedroom.
He had unceremoniously dumped her there on the bed, and quickly
removed her panties.



Christine felt a stab of guilt in her stomach as she remembered
his hideous grinning face lowering close to her own. Then the
penetration of her body, as he impaled himself inside her organ.
And while her mind made venomous protest of his actions, her body
arched high as his cock had slid deeply inside her folds.



"Oh God if only I hadn't answered the door," she whispered to
herself, as hot tears of shame slid down her cheeks.



Her heart trembled at the scene she now recalled, and how love
had been mortally wounded here. She had broken the heart and
spirit of a man, guilty only of loving her blindly, and she had
never meant to.



The world for Christine became a bit colder that day, and
watching him walk out of her life had been the most painful
experience she had ever endured. The sun never felt as warm on
her skin, or the scent of a breeze as sweet, after that event.



Later when one of the wives of Roman's former employees had
discovered what happened and told her husband. Several members of
Roman's old crew had caught Judd at his favorite watering hole
and gave him the beating of his life. Later, that same woman had
went to Judd's wife, and told her what her husband had done.


*******


That was the last time she'd seen Roman, he had relocated to
where ... she wasn't exactly sure. She had tried to track him
through their mutual friends, but was never successful at it. It
was as if he had fallen off the end of the earth, he had been
gone almost fourteen months now.



Later she did get a small piece of gossip once from the wife of
one of his former employees. Word had it that Roman had crawled
into a bottle and all but drowned there, he had lost the small
construction company he had worked so long to establish.



She ached to see him once more, longed to place her arms around
the warmth of his solid form and tell him how very sorry she was,
how much she still needed and loved him. That what had happened
that night was not with her consent.



She had received news about a month later from the wife of one of
Roman's former employees, Paula Burkett, that her husband had
seen Roman in a neighboring state when there on a job.



It had been almost a year and a half now, since that stormy night
when fate had handed them their defeat, and sacrificed their love
to destiny.



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The window of her memory took her mind back to their date at the
"Wheat Basket" restaurant. After Roman had purchased a bright red
oriental style dress for her that he had wanted to show her off
in.



As they had slowly consumed their dinner and drinks, Roman had
challenged his lovely wife to hike the hem of her thin clingy
dress higher on her lovely legs. Christine had complied with her
husband's request, and Roman had immediately raised the
tablecloth in front of her legs.



"My God Roman ... please!" she had whispered.



She remembered how she had flushed hot from embarrassment, as his
hand began its slow, torturous trek, up the inside of her exposed
thigh. Her eyes had been held at the floor, unwilling to meet the
gaze of anyone around them.



"Please Roman everyone will see!" she pleaded timidly, without
meeting his eyes as she spoke.



"I want them to see how inspiringly beautiful in body, and
spirit, you really are my love," he had told her laughing.



As shocked, and humiliated as Christine was, sitting their, her
heart still swelled with love for him because of his compliment.
He was so ardent in his passion for her, this wasn't the first
time, nor would it be the last she was sure, that Roman had
displayed his affection for her, in his odd little way.



But being exposed like that in a public place had stirred the
passion of her heightened emotions deeply. She knew people were
watching his hand, and she also knew, Roman didn't care.



Christine shivered slightly, as his strong fingers passed through
the crease of her body, nudging her now erect clit. She sat there
feeling more vulnerable and controlled than she ever had before,
and the naughtiness of it all intrigued her deeply.



As the waiter approached to refill their wine glasses, he had
noted Roman's hand resting between Christine's legs. And didn't
hesitate to inspect the cut of her thighs.



"It's a wonderful season for romance ... don't you think sir?" he
had asked her husband smiling as he spoke.



"Yes my friend, a wonderful season indeed ... have you met my
lovely wife sir?" Roman had asked him with a wink.



"I don't believe I've had the pleasure sir," the waiter replied.



"Sir, I present to you, the lovely, Christine Ann Pirelli," Roman
had said.



Christine could have melted and ran off the chair at that point,
but she had gracefully offered her hand to the waiter, who ...
elegantly, sweeping low, made great fanfare of kissing it.



"You are stunning as always Mrs. Pirelli," he had offered, then
turned and went his way, without further comment.



The memory now brought a smile to her face, as she remembered the
smile and applause of the elderly gray-headed gentleman, sitting
at the table across the way, and how he had smiled at the scene.



She recalled how passionate she had been in his arms later that
night in the seclusion of their room. After Roman's hands and
tongue had driven her into an extreme state of arousal, he had
teased her mercilessly and left her wanting.



I was a good girl for you this evening Roman, so please, give me
what you know I want," the tiny voice pleaded that came from
Christine.



Roman walked around behind his lovely wife, surveying the high
round swell of that perfect ass she owned, and left her the color
of his force there and a hot sting.



She whimpered as the shape of his hand burned itself deep into
her flesh, but she never moved. "Oh Roman, this slut needs you
badly," she whispered.



He had looked at her, with the smoking fire of his lust raging in
the twin portals of his soul ... and told her he loved her as
their lips met. He had overwhelmed her, his hands and lips
frantically moving over every inch of her body, as he sought to
satisfy his hunger for her.



"Oh God Roman ... please love me ... please!" she had shamelessly
begged him.



He had slapped the cheek of her ass, making her jerk with the
force of his blow, as his fingers caressed the smooth skin of her
breasts.



"Oh, Christine, those wonderful orbs ... how can breasts so
ample, still be so firm?" He teased her, as he squeezed one
harshly.



"You bastard you!" she had spat at him, before raking him deeply
with her nails.



He had slapped her ass several more times, before moving his hand
between her legs. Roman had found the front panel of her sheer
undies sopping with the fruit of her passion. The scent of her
heat now rose to his nostrils like a sweet and savory offering to
the Gods of lust, and he inhaled deeply.



His fingers moved easily against the hot, high mound of her
pussy, in the juices that flooded her crevice. She moaned, and
wiggled her cunt against the stern digits that now brought her
this pleasure.



Roman let loose with another salvo of light smacks to her
gorgeous, tight ass, making her groan loudly again. Christine
loved the fiery disciplining of her ass cheeks before fucking, it
always made her hot and wet.



"Testy ... aren't we slut?" he had chuckled.



"You bastard ... you know my weakness, you know how bad it makes
me want it!" she hissed.



I know Christine, I thought for a moment you were going to leak
fluids all the way down to your ankles, and soak those lovely
high heels" he chuckled.



"You arrogant beast ..." she cried, before slapping him briskly
on the arm.



Roman had pushed her down onto the king-sized four-poster bed
they owned, and smartly slapped her thigh. She had scrambled
across the bed in a vain attempt to avoid her tormentor, only to
be snared at the ankle.



"Let go you overgrown asshole!" she had slung back over her
shoulder at him, while trying to escape.



Roman had calmly drug her screaming, kicking, and clawing, to the
very edge of the mattress. He flipped her slight form over on its
back, and stationed himself securely between her highly toned
thighs.



"I think I'll give you a lesson in courtesy tart!" he said with
intimidating conviction.



Roman pinned her wrists firmly to the bed; her red silk dress now
up around her waist, her wet panties fully exposed ... and smiled
at her. Her dress buttons had come undone at the top, in the
struggle. Their was a great expanse of velvet skin showing, and
Roman's eyes rapaciously devoured the gentle sweeping curves of
her breasts.



"I will devour you my Lord and then heal you where the fires of
life burn warm in my body," she had told him as she smiled up
into his eyes, and then lowered her lashes shyly.



Oh God, how she missed their silly games she thought, as the
scene continued to roll through her mind.



"I will consume the force of your passion my love. And then, when
your heart lay mortally wounded beneath this fevered body, I
shall cover your spirit with my words of love and raise you to
life again!" She had teased him that night.



Christine had always been very articulate when influenced by her
lust. It was one of the multitude of things he loved about her.



"Forecast your darkest devices against me my lady, and sear this
body to ash if it please you. But when sorrow comes, forbidding
your anger ... you will call me to love once more. Then ... the
spirit of your mouth will fall like mist upon my thirsty form.
That I might rise again, to worship you as the Goddess of my
resurrection!" he had teased her right back.



His eyes had leveled with hers as she spoke, and he was lost in a
sea of warm, loving emotion, that he completely surrendered
himself to. Christine's tongue became more demanding of him,
searching ... striving for the very center of his soul. That she
might somehow find, and there gently caress, the very essence of
his loving heart.



"Oh Roman ... please love me ... please do it to me now!" she had
begged softly.



Reaching down for her panties, Roman jerked the flimsy material
hard, ripping it from her midsection with a fair report. Her
folds had opened wide, blooming like a flower, and held the dew
of their own fever. His finger lightly teased her clit at a
maddening pace, while she writhed with the sensation of its
pleasure.



"You do you like it, don't you slut?" he had taunted her
playfully.



"Oh God sir ... you know I do!" she breathed, her pelvis arching
high against his busy hand.



Roman slapped Christine's ass smartly once more, and noted the
fierce light of her eyes and creeping flush of her lovely cheeks.
The slap to her tight ass had only served to inflame the lust
that now coursed through her veins like fire.



"Bastard ... I love you!" she had again hurled forcefully at him.



He slipped the head of it into her, and she hissed with the
pleasure of his entry. He shoved another two inches in, and her
fingers began clawing at the fabric of the sheets. Half way into
her, still moaning, she began to gyrate her ass in a tight little
circle around his advancing cock.



"Oh God Roman, nothing but your cock could make me feel this
way," she cooed, as her wet cunt slurped and suckled around the
thick meat buried in her cunt, and his balls slapped against the
cheeks of her ass.



Roman's gaze shifted from her burning eyes to the hands that were
now tugging gently on her nipples, as she gasped deeply for air.
She was now slamming her pussy upward on Roman's cock with an
urgency that told him she was near to eruption.



"So big ... you're so big my Lord!" she intoned delicately.



She always knew how to inflate his ego and drive him harder than
he wanted to go, and tonight was no exception. She was like a
wild bitch in heat as she fucked him, without shame or moral
value, and that was one of the many, other things he loved about
her.



As the last of his resolve vanished, he gave a mighty shove and
his cock was buried to the base inside her stretched out cunt. He
withdrew the glistening member, out to the very tip and then
slowly, as if teasing her, he inched the giant back inside of her
wet, clutching pussy, very slowly.



Christine's eyes were locked shut now, her beautiful brow drawn
sharply together. The voice of love issued forth from between her
lips with the sweetest refrain imaginable. As her sharp, classy
nails, all but ripped the hide from his back.



He picked up the tempo then and began to fuck Christine in
earnest, and she responded with equal gusto. As her ass slammed
back on his cock with an unbridled frenzy, that seemed to match
his own insatiable hunger!



She screamed and shook violently, as his wild cock ripped through
her passage, fucking itself into her small body and brutally
probing her tight cunt! He began to lightly slap the cheeks of
her ass as he fucked his oversized cock into her wet, hungry
passage.



"I'm coming ... I'm coming, Oh my God Roman ... how I'm coming!!"
she cried out, as she slammed her wanton ass against his groin.
Her orgasm shot through her body with the power and speed of
lightening. Christine's mind and body were in rapture, as she
free fell into a sea of physical pleasure that displaced time,
space, and visual integrity.



"Oh God, please don't stop, fuck me forever, I need your huge
cock stretching me out like this!" she cooed up at him.



As Christine's cunt convulsed around his pumping cock, she began
to spray Roman's body like a garden hose. She had embedded her
nails in the cheeks of his ass and was pulling him toward her
with all her strength. Her scent changed a little while in the
throws of orgasm, from a light musk, to a lively salted spice.



"Give it to me Roman ... give me what I want, that hot cream in
your sack, fill me with your fire lover!" she had demanded of him
forcefully.



He began ramming his cock into her with a vengeance, grunting
wildly with each savage thrust into her small body. Christine was
overwhelmed by the raw physical energy he expended, and simply
abandoned herself to the sensations of his harsh fucking, moaning
in pleasure with each brutal thrust.



"Fuck me harder, you asshole!" she had demanded, very unladylike.



At last he cried out with the voice of a lion and shoved himself
deep inside of her, as he began to dump his hot seed in the
pleasant, warm recesses, of her body. His cock throbbed and
twitched wildly inside of her, spitting its hot venom against the
soft sensitive walls of her passage, as her body was rocked with
yet another deep orgasm.



When he finally withdrew from her well-fucked opening, she rolled
over on her back and pulled her lover down on top of her body.
She had never been so satisfied in her life she thought, as her
fingers lovingly passed through his thick, wild locks.



"Did I please you baby?" she had ask timidly, seeking reassurance
from him.



"You were nothing less than phenomenal Christine and I'm the
luckiest man in the world," he had told her that night, smiling
as he spoke.



"God ... how she had loved him that night, she remembered!"



Her mind, unkindly ushered her abruptly back to the present, she
stood there, the warming glow of her memory fading, as her eyes
misted. Her body ached, and her heart throbbed, as a single tear
trickled down her cheek.


***********************


The very next day Christine called Paula and made arrangements to
ride with her to the small, Iowa City, of Des Moines, when she
went to visit her husband's parents. Gene "Her husband" stayed
with them while working in the downtown area, which is where he
thought he had seen Roman.



For the first time in a long while, hope challenged the despair
of her heart. Driving it temporarily, back into the black shadows
of her consciousness and giving her reprieve from her sorrow.



Two days later when they had arrived at Paula's in-laws house,
Gene had quickly taken her aside to speak with her.



"Christine, I wanted to warn you about Roman's physical
appearance to save you the initial shock of discovery. I think he
is in relatively good health, but he's much thinner and older
looking now," he had told her.



"Thank you Gene ... you'll never know what this means to me!" she
told him.



"Oh, I think I do Chrissie ... I know how wild you guys were
about each other," he replied.



"I'll show you how to get to the Scott Street Bridge, which is
where he has been sleeping since I found him. You can use my
little Focus to cruise the area it's cheap on gas," Gene offered.



"Is he at all aware that he has been identified?" Christine asked
her host.



"Not as far as I know Christine, you can take Paula along with
you if you're at all nervous about going around by yourself," he
offered.



"Thanks Gene ... I'll probably take you up on that," she told
him.



Gene Burkett had been Roman's lead man on his first crew for as
long as Christine had known Roman. Her husband had said once,
that Gene was more than a mere carpenter ... he was craftsman
first class and Roman had placed him over his best crew.



Gene and Roman had become close friends, both being dedicated,
diehard perfectionist. Roman was even considering making Gene a
partner in the company, before events had taken a turn that
changed everything.



Later that afternoon Christine headed out in Gene's car to make a
pass through the area in the hope of catching a glimpse of Roman.
She'd driven by the site several times and was about to give up
for the day, when she spotted him at last.



Her heart broke, with her first glance at the love of her life in
almost a year and half. He was thin, and pale, and it was easily
seen even at a distance, that his vibrancy had diminished
significantly.



He was stumbling down the entrance to the walk that ran beside
the riverbank. His feet and movements unsteady as he clutched a
small paper sack, that Christine knew held his alcohol.



Her heart trembled inside her breast as her eyes misted, she
wanted so desperately to run to him, to place her arms around him
and hold him close once more. He was making his way toward the
arches, the place where he slept now, his home, and carried with
him, what he thought was his last friend in the world.



As the warm sun streamed through the front glass of her car, and
the local breeze passed its gentle hand across her skin ... she
remembered.



He had been working on their home, and Christine had journeyed to
the job site to take Roman his lunch that day. She had parked her
sleek four-door sedan behind his pick-up truck and bailed out to
rush into his arms, their lips crashing together as they
embraced.



He had placed his hands on her buttocks and lifted her body from
the ground, then spun in a circle hugging her as he moved. His
kiss had been intoxicating that afternoon, as his hands explored
her body.



Roman had placed his hand in her brief bikini panties, and
inserted a finger into her. Then pulled it out and held it under
his nose, telling her that her scent was better than the bouquet
of any wine, he had ever inhaled.



Then his long tongue had slowly extended itself out and dabbled
in her nectar as he chuckled. He had then turned Christine to
face the side of his truck box and instructed her to lean into
it.



Roman had raised her dress then and ran his hands down into her
panties, squeezing her cheeks with those strong hands of his. He
had reached through her thighs and captured her mound with a
single hand.



"Please Roman ... the crew will surely see us," Christine had
protested.



"You worry too much my love ... they can't see anything," he told
her.



It was her last attempt to moderate his behavior that day,
because the sensation of his fingers on her clit made Christine
forget her concern altogether.



"I need to take you Christine," he had told her.



"Oh God Roman ... here ... really!" she had asked in complete
shock.



"Yes my love ... and you may be discovered!" he had teased.



"Roman ... you're incorrigible," she had told him softly.



The crew was far off in the distance, but still the danger of it
made her shiver slightly with some strange wicked pleasure.
Christine lowered her sheer panties and took her stance beside
his pick-up in obedience to his wishes.



Roman had placed her legs wider apart in front of him, his hand
then circling around to the front of her body. Where he began to
manipulate her sensitive clit as he whispered endearments in her
ear.



"Christine dear, I love your hot tight little ass," he told her.
He withdrew his fingers and placed them under his nose inhaling
the heady scent of her lust and quipped, "Just a sniff to grow an
inch," he had teased!



"Please Roman ... have you no modesty," she had accused in her
gentle way.



"Absolutely none my love, at least where you're concerned!" he
declared boldly.



His silly pun had made her smile, and her spirit soar with pride,
she was very happy knowing he was pleased with her. He had filled
her quickly ... savagely beside his truck, his thrusts smashing
her breast against the hard, warm metal of its box, as she leaned
there to accommodate her lover.



"Animal!" she had playfully whispered over her shoulder.



"I am what your beauty makes of me Venus!" he had replied through
his labored breath.



He had teased her with his cock that day, pumping only a slight
portion of his member into her body repeatedly. His fingers
romancing the sensitive skin of her clit as he slowly toyed with
her.



He had continued in that manner until in a heated burst of
frustration, Christine had reached between her legs clamping his
balls tightly in her small hand.



"Now we can continue this way, or you can save your balls and get
down to business with me!" she had hissed angrily at him.



Roman smiled, as joy catapulted from his heart escaping through
his lips in the form of deep laughter at her frustrated antics.
"Now Christine theirs no reason to get rough," he had chuckled.



She had experienced a minor orgasm with him there that day before
he had finished. When he had emptied himself into her, he had
paused kissing the side of her neck.



"With the last breath I draw, I will love you wife!" he had
whispered in her ear when they had finished.



"Oh Roman I love you," she had responded.



As she drove off after handing him his basket full of goodies she
smiled. Wondering just what he would think, as he pulled her pair
of used lace panties from among his delicacies. She had
masturbated in them that morning knowing they were his favorite
pair of sheer black exotics.



"At least he would now know, he was not the only one on this team
capable of spontaneous displays of affection. She had even
included an exotic card complete with nude blond and a snappy
sentiment, and signed it, "Your wife, Team Slut ... for the team
of two!"



She had been deliriously happy with him then.



Christine slipped back into the present stream of time, and sadly
began the journey back to her temporary residence. As her mind
began to formulate a plan for Roman's redemption, and eventual
return.



She petitioned Gene for his help and enlisted Paula's aid as
well. It was decided they would purchase a home in need of
restoration in the area and that Gene would seek Roman's help in
its restoration.



Gene already knew of a place for sale in the historic waterfront
area near the river. He knew the price was right and what it
needed, he even thought there might be the possibility of a
profit when they were done.



The plan was set and all that remained was to arrange Gene's
first surprising initial contact with Roman, which they had
decided would occur next weekend.



Paula would be unable to monitor Roman's progress on a daily
basis due to responsibilities owing to her children back in
Omaha. But she had a cousin in the area unknown to Roman that
could play the role of the investor/owner.



Rachel Tonsi was a stunning blond only slightly older in age than
Paula's twenty seven years; the two had been very close growing
up. They had maintained contact even after Paula had met and
fallen in love with her husband.



Christine had met Rachel that very afternoon after Paula had
called and put her privy to the plan. She had motored to their
West Des Moines location from her hometown of Waukee, in the
neighboring county of Dallas.



Rachel was the same height as Christine but more amply endowed in
her chest area. She had vivid blur eyes, and a strut that was
strictly sensual; her ass was designed for nothing more than
producing heat in the male animal and promoting his fantasies.



Her personality was quiet and studied, her inflection level and
concise, and Christine liked her immediately. The two exchanged
cell numbers after Rachel decided that she would be able to
maintain daily contact with the project in spite of her college
courses.



Hope was alive in Christine's heart after that meeting and she
felt that there might indeed be a chance for a happy ending to
her sad situation.



Later, when everyone had settled into their bedrooms, Christine
could hear Gene and Paula in the next room and knew instantly
what they were up to. And as she listened her fingers slowly
began to fondle the sensitive folds of her damp organ.



Gene had removed the scanty undies his wife wore and was slowly
tonguing her savory cunt. Her verbal responses were encouraging
her friend in the next room, who could see in her imagination
what Gene was doing to his wife.



Christine knew Paula was a screamer the two women had been so
close that they had shared everything in their lives with each
other, especially the sexual content.



Paula had pushed her husband down on his back in the bed and
began to suck his long hard cock deep into her mouth. He had
groaned loudly at the first warm grasp of her mouth, she had
always been a machine when it came to oral sex.



Christine's fingers now well lubed with her excretions, pumped
deeply into her swollen passage as she listened to the muffled
sounds of love play coming from the two next door.



Her cheeks flushed as she heard Gene tell Paula, "Suck it baby
suck it hard and fast!"



After more time and extensive dialog had passed between the two
Paula straddled her husband's body and began to lower her wet
pussy slowly onto his lurching cock.



Christine heard Gene say, "God baby that thing is hot tonight!"



"You made me this way big boy with that hard quick tongue of
yours," she'd responded.



She rode him slow at first, as his rugged hands mauled her full
hard breasts, squeezing, kneading, and periodically tweaking her
sensitive nipples.



Paula screamed as Gene's enormous cock began racing in and out of
her cunt like a piston. Her body now lavished his cock with the
thick, fragrant fluids, of her arousal.



"Fuck me Gene, fuck me hard with that big cock!" Paula yelled.



Christine lay on sheets dampened between her legs with the
moisture of her own pussy. She smiled as Paula screamed, her body
arching upward as her fingers drove deeply into her own
convulsing cunt.



"Fuck her ... yes fuck her hard Gene!" Christine whispered
hoarsely as she came.



She heard them both yell as they came together afterward, and
giggled at the duo as she rolled over and covered her head with
the pillow. She dreamt of Roman that night, it was a good dream.



The very next day Gene took his lunch break at the "Spaghetti
Works restaurant," in the area where Roman was known to roam and
sleep. After finishing his meal he immediately headed for Scott
Street to find his old friend.



He parked his truck in the employee parking lot of the business
at the north end of the bridge and walked the short distance to
the river. Gene's eyes scanned the row of fisherman at the bridge
rail, looking for the form of his old friend.



There at the opposite end of the bridge sat a solitary figure his
tattered coat wrapped tightly around him as he leaned with his
back against the guard. The ever-present paper sack with his
alcohol inside clutched tightly in his grasp.



Gene, being unsure what the best way to proceed was, simply
walked up and stood in front of his old pal.



"Roman ... Roman Pirelli, is that you?" Gene had asked him.



"The haggard face he knew as Roman looked up at the old friend
standing before him. But the eyes belonged to someone lost and
long absent from the realities of the real world around them."



Roman staggered to his feet leaning in closely to peer at the
face in front of him. The smell of the man was foul; he stank of
sweat and stale booze, as if he hadn't showered in a long while.



At long last, a flickering light of recognition passed through
Roman's deep brown eyes, as he remembered the man from his former
life. Gene noted the tremble of Roman's soiled hand as he offered
it in friendship once more.



"I need your help Roman, I have a local project to finish and I
need your expertise."



Roman's eyes had fallen to his friends feet as he mumbled he
doubted he would be of much help now, and then turned to leave.



"It will pay enough to keep you in booze for along time Roman ...
good drink Roman, not that swill you're holding," Gene had told
him, hoping to entice his old friend to at least entertain the
notion.



Roman paused in mid stride momentarily ... and turned slowly to
face his former partner.



"Come on Roman, lets go have a few drinks and chew on it ... hey,
I'm buying," Gene had chuckled.



Gene took his friend to the recently renamed Toad Holler tavern
about a mile and a half from the old WW2 processing station Fort
Des Moines. There, he sat about plying his old buddy with drink
in an attempt to get him to commit to the restoration project.



"I will need you to reside on sight Roman, most probably for the
duration of the project. There will be tools and supplies that
will need looking after, you know yourself what a problem theft
is in this kind of situation,"



After getting his friend a few sheets into the wind, Roman had
agreed to at least ride over with Gene, and look the place over
rendering an opinion of whether he considered it doable at all.
Gene put Roman up at the Embassy Suites hotel on the bank of the
river that night, per instructions from Christine, and left him
five hundred in cash for incidentals.



"You might want to clean up a bit by tomorrow Roman, I don't know
if the owner will be on site tomorrow or not. But just in case we
both had better be presentable," He told him.



"I get your drift Gene I'll pick up some cloths and be ready by
the time you come by," Roman assured him.



Neither of the men had broached the subject of pay they didn't
need to, Roman knew Gene would be fair. He also new the man well
enough to know he would never screw over his help; he was too
damned honest, a rare thing in the world of business today.



As soon as Gene hit the door he informed Christine that it looked
like a go but they wouldn't be absolutely sure until after
tomorrow. Paula called Rachel to inform her that she might want
to be on hand to meet Roman and also to coach her on what to say
and how to act.



The next afternoon, as good as his word, Roman Pirelli stood
outside the Embassy building showered, groomed, and well dressed.
Gene pulled his Ford pickup next to the curb of the concourse
where Roman hopped in and buckled up.



It was a short fifteen-minute drive to the house and Paula had
already secured the key from the agent. Then given it to Rachel,
who was there when they arrived.



Gene and Roman bailed out of the pickup as soon as Gene had
parked beside the low, sleek two-door sports car parked in the
drive. They headed up the old red brick sidewalk to meet the
young woman standing on the porch.



Gene opened the introductions, "Miss Tonsi this is Roman Pirelli
one of the finest home builders I have ever known. This is Miss
Rachel Tonsi the new owner of this house Roman."



Roman extended his open hand to young woman of about 28 and as
soon as they touched he felt a tingling sensation in his hand.
Everything in Roman's field of vision disappeared except the face
of beauty that smiled in front of him.



Gene's voice trailed off into complete stillness as Roman stood
there holding her hand. Time vanished in his world, as his body
was filled with a sensual warmth he hadn't sensed in some time
now.



Something passed through the young blonds eyes ... something
intense and he knew she felt the same power of the moment that he
was experiencing. She lowered her eyes out of shyness and Roman
could clearly see the flush, flashing the ivory skin of her
cheeks.



And then it was gone, "Roman will be, if I can convince him to
join the project, the primary force behind our effort here," he
heard Gene say.



Her eyes were still on him as she slipped her arm through his and
placed her slight form at his side. "Oh Roman, please let me show
you what your in for," she had said almost mischievously, as she
paused at his side.



She felt to Roman as if she had always belonged beside him and it
both pleased and surprised Roman. Only one other person in his
life had ever affected him this way and that had been Christine.



She turned to face him then and took both of his hands in hers,
the vivid blue eyes swept slowly over his face, almost as if they
were searching his mind to see what he thought of her. They
pierced deeply into Romans heart, and he suddenly felt as if she
already knew everything about him.



Stepping closer, her eyes still holding his Roman could smell the
intoxicating scent of her perfume and sense the gentle softness
in her statement before she even spoke.



"Oh Dear Roman, I do hope you'll stay and work for us," she had
whispered to him.



Rachel had been surprised by the fact that Roman was as handsome
as he was. She had been all but melted by the chemistry that had
sparked as he touched her on the porch.



Their was danger here she knew, being attracted this strongly to
the handsome stranger had never been part of the bargain. She
could feel the heat at her cheeks, the blood filling her labia
and her nipples harden inside her lace bra.



"What do you say we do a walk through and get a general idea of
what we need Rachel," Roman had told her.



"Right then, I have some measurements I want to take outside, so
I'll leave the two of you to it and get to work then," Gene said
before he turned and left.



They paused briefly in one of the second story bedrooms and
Rachel said, "Did you feel anything peculiar when we were
introduced Roman," she asked moving in closer to him as she
spoke.



"Yes Rachel, there was an undeniable chemistry going on down
there," he admitted.



"I felt as if I'd known you forever and I've never even met you
before today," she said softly



Rachel pressed her breasts into Romans chest as her arms went
around his waist. "I'm strongly attracted to you Roman and don't
even understand why," she whispered.



She pressed her lips to his and firmly laid her charms directly
adjacent to his body. Her tongue, seeking immediate audience with
his warm mouth, forced its way without invitation into the sweet
depths of his cavity.



Rachel was dizzy with the power of his kisses and she was
appalled at herself for acting this way it was so sluttish. But
he was an addictive weakness that the lovely blond simply
couldn't turn away from.



Her heart trembled, as did her body, when the current of lust
arced through their tongues at first touch, warming her entire
mound. Her legs shook and went soft, as her nipples bloomed
against the hard warmth of Roman's chest.



"Rachel ... are you sure you want this?" Roman asked her.



"I'm positive Roman, I have never felt so boldly about anyone
like this before. You made me swell below and go wet immediately
when you touched my hand, and my legs still feel like putty," she
panted!



"I'm glad Rachel, because right now I need something in my life
that I can feel passionate about, and I hope that will be you!"
he told her.



Roman slipped his hand under the off white skirt she wore and
found the front of her panties damp against his fingers. She
moaned deeply into his mouth, as his fingers gently stroked her
hot mound.



"Yes Roman ... oh God yes!" she begged.



Reaching down she pulled the zipper of Roman's pants all the way
down her hand then snaked in to touch the hot twitching member
inside. Her small hand began to squeeze his hardness as her lips
continued to enjoy his mouth.



Rachel simply refused to let him go, as her hunger for him went
ravenous. While her tongue continued its warfare with his, her
hands flew up and down the length of the firm bucking hardness
she now held.



"Oh Roman, I know you want me and I feel exactly the same way.
Make love to me Roman ... here, now; mark me with your seed and
make me yours," she gently pleaded.



Rachel knelt before this awesome man in front of her and took his
cock into her mouth forcing it to the very back of her throat.
She craved him in every way, he could use any part of her he
wanted to, and she wouldn't care.



It was enough for her to be near him, to feel his skin, smell his
scent, and taste that delicious mouth of his. She had never
longed for the touch, or company of a man this way before. She
knew that it was betrayal of her friends, but she would gladly
give it all away for a chance to be his woman.



Rachel knew she was in love all ready, as she determined to make
this the most memorable evening of his life. She worked his cock
with all the skill she had and was delighted with the oratory of
passion he emitted as she pleasured him.



"My God Rachel, this is happening so suddenly!" he moaned.



She smiled inwardly as her hand cupped his tight balls and gently
squeezed. He was too big to get all the way in but she had
managed all but the last inch and a half and the noise he made
told her he was pleased.



"Stop Rachel and finish undressing ... please!" he told her. As
she did, Roman undressed as well.



Rachel immediately complied, stripping in record time she stood
before her lover bare, and unashamed. His eyes drank deeply the
beauty of this woman before him; she was exquisite in every way
and cast a spell over his body that left only his lust for her,
alive.



"Do I please you Roman?" she asked timidly.



"Rachel, you're breathtaking in every way!" he told her.



Her heart leapt at his response and she felt like a young virgin
again, as she stood before him. Roman bent down slightly in front
of her and placed his arms between and through her legs then
stood again, lifting her with him.



He turned and placed his hands flat against the wall and slid her
body up, until her crevice was level with his mouth. Roman dove
in, his tongue immediately in contact with the moist fragrant
folds of her labia.



Rachel had never been taken this way before, so suddenly
undeclared and passionately ...and it thrilled her. She could
feel his powerful tongue work its magic against her clit, as he
stabbed and slashed at her sensitive tissue.



"Oh God Roman I'm coming," she screamed, as her fingers went wild
in his hair. Her heart was joyful as she felt her lover wolfishly
consume the flowing fluids of her passion.



Roman let the lithe form of Rachel's body slide down to the floor
once more. Where she rested her head on his chest, as her hands
began their work on his thick cock once again.



"That was beautiful Roman, I have never come that quickly with
anyone before," she said softly.



"I'm happy you're pleased Rachel ... it's been awhile since I've
been with anyone, I hope I didn't startle you with my
abruptness," he told her.



Rachel walked over to the old dresser against the wall and leaned
her upper body over it and said, "Take me Roman now, anyway you
want to lover," she cooed.




Roman stood behind Rachel admiring every sexy curve of her body;
the sexual passion so long dead in him was now rising with a
savage ferocity that was nearly undeniable.



The shadows falling across her body accentuated the gentle swell
of her cheeks and highlighted the curvaceous line of her hips and
narrow waist. He could see the moisture between her gaping lips
as they splayed open in front of him.



"Fuck me Roman ... use me here, now lover, make me yours Roman
please!" her voice intense and urgent with her plea.



He pressed the head of his cock between her moist lips and shoved
himself part way inside her hot opening. Rachel moaned loudly and
began to move her pussy in a tight circular motion attempting to
coax Roman's cock deeper into her clutching passage.



It had been too long since Roman had experienced a hot woman to
just rush through the process. So he dallied at the entrance to
paradise and played his lovers body in the extreme.



"Please Roman ... now please!" she begged.



"Let me play awhile Rachel ... it's been so long now," he
explained.



"Yes Roman ... anything you want," she whispered back
reluctantly.



Roman slapped the beautiful Rachel's ass and smiled as she
flinched, then he teased her with the head of his cock some more.
Reaching around her body his hands caressed her breasts, his
fingertips then dancing joyfully around her proud, hard nipples
tracing her areola.



Rachel moaned as his hands romanced the velvet skin of her tits
and his cock continued to taunt her pussy. He was rough, and
hard, and that's the way she wanted it, her cheeks still warm
from his stinging love strokes.



"Do you really want this Rachel," he asked her again smiling
behind her.



"Yes!!" she gasped. "Yes, yes, yes, anything Roman ... just fuck
me, use me now Roman, use me hard!!" she begged him.



Rachel screamed as Roman slammed himself into the small, wet
opening, of her body. She erupted in orgasm around his cock
immediately, as he bottomed out inside of her. She collapsed on
top of the dresser, her breasts smashed flat against the top, as
she shuddered through the remainder of her release.



"Oh fuck Roman ... you do me well my love!" she told him.



Roman continued his assault on her pussy, as she lay there in
front of him open, and vulnerable. She smiled as she lay there
reveling in the glow of her orgasm and loving the feel of him in
her body.



"Smack ... smack ... smack!" Her ass trembled from the force of
his blows and her reddish glow was very becoming to the eyes of
her lover.



"Bastard ... harder, fuck me harder Roman!" she hissed at him.



He fucked with the fury that only comes from a long abstinence;
all the energy of his pain, and loneliness went into the long
powerful thrusts that now filled Rachel's body with his pounding
cock.



"Oh God Roman ... oh baby, its happening again!" she cried out.



When Rachel's pussy clamped down on his cock he flooded her
lovely body with his hot seed. His skin tingling all over, his
balls aching from the contractions, his nipples rock hard. She
clutched and convulsed around his driving meat, milking his body
of every last drop of fluid.



When the rage of his lust had subsided, Rachel knew why Christine
had went to such lengths to redeem this man ... she loved him, as
Rachel herself, did now as well.



"Do you believe in love at first sight Roman?" she'd asked him
softly.



"Yes Rachel, I do. The chemistry we experienced downstairs when I
arrived, I have only felt with one other person ... my wife," he
told her.



"I think I'm in love with you already Roman," her voice full of
awe and confusion as she spoke the words. She didn't understand
how something like this could happen so quickly, but she wasn't
at all sorry that it had.



"It happens that way sometimes Rachel ... and you should know, I
feel very deeply about you too," he acknowledged.



She placed her hands on both sides of his face and drew him near,
then kissed him deeply. It was gentle, open, and searching, as
she sought to reveal the tenderness she felt for him, it wasn't
lost on Roman, he understood and he longed to return it.



"Do me a favor Roman, please don't tell your friend or anyone
else what happened between us ... not yet at least, will you do
that for me?" she asked.



"I would never tarnish your honor Rachel, but I would like to see
a lot more of you," he told her.



"You will Roman ... I promise you," she told him, before kissing
him again.



"Do you really think you can do anything with this place," she
asked him smiling now?



"Oh yes ... it will take time but we can," he reassured her.



"Will you let me come and stay overnight here with you Roman?"
She asked gently.



"If you don't, I'll be knocking on your door asking to stay with
you," he chuckled.



They dressed and finished the tour, she never moved from his side
after that and kept her arm through his for the remainder of
their examination.



Roman paused before they went back down placing a single finger
under her chin; he lifted her face to meet his. He kissed her
there, lightly at first his lips barely touching hers. Rachel
answered with a passion he hadn't expected as her tongue
forcefully probed him and her arms clutched his body fiercely.



Her kisses consumed him until her lips were the only things that
mattered in his crazy world. She broke the kiss, as Roman stood
there, shaken before the awesome power of her deep passion.



"You belong to me now, Roman, and I'm going to take care of you,"
she told him.



"It's nice to finally belong to someone again Rachel, he told
her.



They decided he would move into the site tomorrow and take
possession setting up a small temporary living area on the lower
floor. Rachel had even offered to come around and give Roman a
hand moving in which he quickly accepted.



As soon as Roman and Gene had pulled away in his truck Rachel
called Paula and gave her the news. Christine was elated by the
news and just knew for sure that everything would be all right in
a little while.


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