"My Mother's Wife"
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Rated M for Mature Content.
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"So what are you doing here in the Atlantis instead of being at Angel's side?"
"Looking for you."
"Me?"
"Yep you."
"Why?" She narrows her eyes at me wondering what I'm up to.
"Because Maya St. Germain you're taking me to the sexiest night club in town."
"I am?" She eye sexes me and I know she's all in.
"Yes you are," I grab her hand and head towards the elevators for a sexy night of dancing.
This time I'm the one with the devilish smile…
Chapter 7: Family First
Alison POV
I made a deal with the devil. This is all about survival and I'll do what I have to do to survive. And part of surviving is having leverage. I might be a blue eyed blonde but I'm no dummy. I know my husband does things on both sides of the law and I've been keeping track. It's especially helpful to know your way around technology. It has its benefits. I let him think all I am is a pretty face but he's the one leaving a trail of evidence leading back to him. I've studied him. I know his every movement and I've found all of his hiding places. Writing your passwords in a journal and locking that journal in a safe isn't enough security when you know the combination. I love technology and how fingerprints show up on the keys being pressed. All I had to do is figure out the order and that wasn't all that difficult. Now his passwords are my passwords and his empire will come crumbling down when the time comes. In the meantime I play the dumb blonde giving in to his sexual perversions…
I put on my robe and walk into my husband's lair.
With shoulders back I lean forward against the foot board of the bed as he watches my every move.
"What?" I say seductively.
"Dangerous."
"If I'm dangerous, what's Max DiLaurentis?"
"God."
"Oh. I never fucked a God before," I smile from the corner of my mouth.
"Not a God."
"Right. God."
He smiles watching me untie my robe. I take a few steps backwards and lie down on the floor. He gets off the bed completely entranced by me. He stands at my feet looking over me excitedly.
"What's this?" He smiles.
"Your human sacrifice. Rip my heart out and eat it. I am yours," I submit.
He kneels between my legs and reaches for my breast grabbing it tightly and when he lets go I sit up with a wicked smile on my face, undressing him button by button.
"Maybe I should sleep downstairs tonight," I say breathily. "Would you like that?"
"Yes. I would."
I stand up and push his head back with the palm of my hand and walk away. It makes you wonder, who's the dominant?
I lie in bed with my silk robe draped off my shoulders revealing my naked body to the mirrored ceiling above me. I slip my hand between my legs stroking my pussy, reflecting my self-pleasure, while my handsome, yet voyeuristic, husband watches from behind the one way mirror. He's up there, with the area rug pushed away revealing a window into my boudoir, watching me rub myself into an explicit orgasm, jerking off all over the glass like the sicko he is…
Emily POV
We dance on the dance floor filled with people of all ages. But mostly college students, the girls having no modesty whatsoever making me cringe. I'm wondering if I'm too old for this shit. And then I look at Maya and all the eyes staring at her. I feel jealousy flow through my veins. She doesn't seem to notice but I do, so I make sure her attention is fully on me…
I shimmy up close to her rubbing slightly against her. She notices. She lets me. She locks my stare. She dares me to keep going. Something comes over me. I want her to want me. She drops low and slowly slides up my body being sure to feel me with her hands and breathes her breath against my kitty as she rises back up to me. If I wasn't moist before I am now!
I don't know what's going on between Angel and Marcus but I do know what's going on between Maya and me. I shouldn't have these feelings. They came out of nowhere. Or maybe I've always had an attraction to her but ignored it. All this time avoiding one another and now I know why. I thought it was because of Angel remarrying that kept her away and originally I think it was but something's changed. Ever since that day on the balcony, something has definitely changed…
Maya places her hands on my waist, still locking eyes, biting her lower lip. I don't even hear the music anymore. It's just doof, doof, doof and all the people are blurred away. If she kisses me, I'll kiss her back and I won't let her go.
I'm feeling warm. I don't trust myself.
"Maya, I want you to sit with me," I say against her ear so she can hear me.
"If that's what you want," she eyes sexes me. No, I want more but this will do for now.
I take her hand leading her to the VIP section of the club away from the doof, doof, doof and to some necessary privacy.
She sits down and I sit away from her with at least a cushion separating us.
"Am I gonna come over there or are you gonna come over here," she purrs.
I start to say something but she doesn't even give me the chance, getting up and sitting very, very close to me. Now I'm not feeling as bold as I was on the dance floor. I actually feel kind of nervous and now I'm not sure I can go through with whatever this is…
Angel POV
We sit in a booth in the Atlantis bar at the Edgemont upon the conclusion of my tour with Marcus.
"You've really turned the Edgemont into something to talk about, haven't you Angel?"
"It wasn't just me and you know it."
"Well, I'm just remembering when we were little; we used to build sand castles on the beach," he looks out into the circular windows behind the bar, "right, right where that pool is." His gaze returns to me, "I used to love this beach."
There's a pause as he needs to get something off his chest…
"I hated you."
"I know."
"You took him. You took this. You let him…"
"No, Marcus, that wasn't me. That was the plane crash." I haven't gotten emotional about this in a long time. It surprises me. "I loved him. We loved each other. "
"Who knows, maybe I hated you for that too."
He takes his drink and sips as we sit there in silence.
Emily POV
"I thought you were going to tackle them you were so jealous," she says with her hand on my thigh.
"What? Me? You're crazy." How does she know!
"And you're beautiful," she caresses me lightly with her fingertips.
I'm blushing and I can't even look at her right now.
"Em," she tips my chin up with her forefinger.
"You shouldn't be an arm decoration for Angel or anyone."
I dip my head down but she moves hers so I have to look at her.
"This is your time, now, right now."
I'm hearing her and I'm looking at her and I know what she means.
"You need to take a chance at a career. You have it in you. You always have. But I think Angel makes you think you don't need one. You're no housewife Emily; you're so much more than that."
I'm crumbling.
"Maya, it's late." I don't know what I was thinking. I can't do this.
"Life takes some surprising turns Emily."
"Maya, you're incredibly charming and sexy," I say 'sexy' all breathy.
"And…," she knows I have more to say.
"And, there's no reason why we can't have an incredibly nice chat."
"Is that what we're calling it these days?"
"Maya…"
"Emily, I saw you."
"You saw me?"
"That day I came to talk to you while you were sunbathing on the balcony."
"What do you mean, you saw me?" I ask nervously.
"You were lying there naked, your skin glistening against the sun's rays."
"You saw me naked?" I start breathing more noticeably.
"I studied every inch of your backside. You're strong shoulders. You're arched spine. You're slight dimple at the top of your beautifully fit bottom. You're long silky legs. I've thought about you like that many, many times. I wanted to take advantage of you. I wanted to touch you. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to fuck you."
"Maya."
"I dream about that ass a lot," she winks against my cheek so I can feel the gentleness of her lashes.
"Stop."
"Emily, you're my mother's wife but only in the eyes of Nevada. Florida just recently passed same sex marriage laws but you and Angel have yet to make your marriage official in this state. You have to ask yourself—why is that?"
"Maya, I—I."
"Emily, it's not too late."
She moves in as if to kiss me but instead her lips stop just short of brushing against mine.
I feel her breath against me, "When you're finally ready to embrace what you really want I'll be here."
I'm going to kiss her! I'm going to kiss her! I'm going to…chicken out!
I'm overwhelmed by her patience and my willingness to give up everything for her. But, but I can't do this.
"I'm sorry Maya."
I push her away as I get up and run straight into…
"Angel! You made it," I sound surprised and anxious. "And so did Marcus," I sound annoyed.
"Is that a problem?" she asks.
"Should it be?" I wonder.
She looks over my shoulder, "I see Maya's being friendly with you."
"You're the one who asked her to."
"She knew what I meant."
"Did she?"
She takes my hand, "Emily, I love you."
"Really," I look at Marcus, "cuz you sure have a funny way of showing it!"
And I leave. I leave everyone. I can't breathe. I have to get out of here. I can't with anyone right now!
Maya POV
I get a text from Alison.
He's out.
Come over.
Come over now.
Fuck it!
Emily doesn't know what she wants and until she does I'm not waiting around to find out. I head over to Alison's if only to release the sexual tension Emily left behind! When I get there we strip out of our clothes. I saunter towards her gleaming crystal eyes. We tumble into the bed and her mouth finds my pussy making it leak all over her. She gets up crawling up my body and her mouth looks like she just finished a peach, my peach and I fuck that mouth with an aggression only Emily could bring out in me…
Two nights later…
Emily POV
We're all invited to a show in the hotel theater. It's a local singer who we need to support in order to keep good relations with the city and its people. Everyone in the family will be there sans Marcus. I sit next to Angel with Wil on my left and Lily next to him. She has Maya on her right and I also spy Maximillian DiLaurentis and his wife Alison.
Things have been uncomfortable up until now. I had to make a choice. My jealousy clouded my judgment. I'm married. I said vows to Angel and those vows mean something and I think they mean something to her too. I need to give her a public showing of my affections so I take her hand in mine and smile as the concert begins. I glance over at Maya and she dismisses me. She turns her head looking towards Max and Alison. I suppose anything is better than looking at me. Fuck.
Maya POV
Emily and Angel seem rather cozy as of late and I need to get out of here. As soon as the concert ends I head down to the Atlantis. I sit at the bar having myself a drink when Alison plops down on the barstool next to me.
"Where is he?"
"Business. He knows I'm getting a drink but he doesn't know I'll be fucking you too."
I smile, "You have all the answers don't you."
"I'd like to think so."
"Oh yeah, let's see your hand."
"My hand?"
"I'm going to read your palm."
"Okay fine, go," she puts her hand in mine.
"Well, you're index finger is longer than normal."
"Means I'm hung? Or can make you cum?"
"Nice," I chuckle but she's right. "It means you're a leader."
"I do like to be on top."
"Mmm. You are artistic but tend to be reckless and wild."
"You can tell all that from my finger?"
"No. That's just what I know."
There's a moment of pondering.
"What?" she asks.
My finger traces over her palm, "Your fate line."
I look at her with intensity.
"What are you doing Maya? What do you want from me?"
I place her hand on the bar, "Nothing."
"Now that's a lie."
"Isn't your husband going to wonder why you're still here?" I ask.
"He won't be home for hours and I think I feel a cold coming on," she says with her eyelashes.
Alison takes my hand, discreetly slipping it down her shirt to cup her naked breast.
"See? I'm feverish," she whispers.
"You know what this is right?" I say needing her to know its just sex.
"Are you going to worry it to death Maya? Or are you coming home to fuck me."
"Hey, Sammy, I'm taking Ms. DiLaurentis to see the doctor."
"Feel better Ms. DiLaurentis."
She turns to her and says, "Oh I will."
Max POV
"What's this?" I ask as an envelope is handed to me.
"I don't know. It was with my mail but it's addressed to you."
"There's no stamp."
"Maybe someone from the building dropped it off."
I open it and a SIM card falls out with a note that says, 'check the photos.'
"You can go," I tell my Chief Financial Officer.
I switch my phone's SIM card with this one. I click on the photo gallery app. The pictures, there of Alison, she's naked. She's in someone's bed. She's cheating on me with whom? I keep clicking the pictures until I find what I'm searching for…
Maya POV
When we get to her place we fuck. We fuck reflecting against her mirrored ceiling. It's erotic. It's stimulating. I stare at it watching her pleasure me and it's great but it's not what I want. It's not what I crave. It's not Emily…
"Where are you lover?"
"I'm here. I'm right here."
"You're not. You're thinking about someone else. Who is it?" She grinds my pussy demanding an answer.
"It's no one."
"It's okay baby, you think about no one but you fuck me."
And I do. I think about Emily and I fuck Alison…
Max POV
I push the carpet away. And I look through the one way glass watching Alison being fucked by Maya St. Germain. I'm immediately aroused, unzipping my pants, reaching for my dick, stroking it long and hard with my hand. Maya flips Alison over, putting her on all fours, licking her ass, making her shriek and scream obscenities of erotic pleasure. My hand works harder and my cum shoots from the end of my penis all over the glass. I am the king of my domain! And Alison will fuck Maya for as long as I demand that she does!
Maya POV
On my way home I get a call. It's Will, he's in the hospital! I hang up racing over there before they can tell me what happened. When I arrive, Emily is in the waiting area.
"Emily! What happened?"
"Maya," we hug.
"Will heard something. The robberies…"
"What about them?"
"The thief entered a room that was occupied and the guests screamed. Will followed the screams and ran after the culprit. They fought. His head hit the elevator hard and he passed out. He's in recovery now with Angel."
"I'm gonna go see him."
"Oh and Maya, they got him. They got the guy who did this."
She smiles and rushes off to be with Will.
Emily POV
I wait. And when Maya comes back I go check on Will.
I push his hospital room door open slightly and hear them talking. Angel is telling Will about Michael and his fighting spirit. I stand there listening to her tell Will all about his dad with a love in her voice I don't think I've ever felt before.
I close the door and walk back to the waiting area.
"Maya, can you take me home."
She looks at me but knows better than to push, "Yeah, sure."
When we arrive at the hotel, the valet takes her car while Maya and I walk up the steps of the main entrance. She stops and waits for me to reach the door that she holds open for me.
"How 'bout a drink?" she asks.
"I'd love one," I say walking with her to the bar.
We sit in the darkness of the Atlantis, the only two in the room, with only the pool lights reflecting upon us.
"I thought you were after her money," I say. "She goes to Nevada for a conference and comes back with a wife. And I'm supposed to what? Trust that? Trust you? And…"
We lock eyes.
"And…"
"And you, you're beautiful. Crazy Beautiful. Pretty much my age."
I shake my head looking away. Knowing how I feel. Listening to her candor. Not sure if I should listen more but I chuckle to her last comment about being pretty much the same age.
"Older," I say.
"Not older enough," she quickly says back. "I mean, you're her wife, right? You're my mother's wife. But…"
"But…"
"But I'm me," she says so honestly.
Silence. Longing.
We drink.
"It feels like, it seems like we have all this time to just, you know, lead these lives, these days, but I swear to you Maya, we don't." She whispers, "We just don't."
We look at each other again and then quickly concentrate on our drinks.
"We have to try and speak the words. We have to try even if it's hard. Maybe, especially if it's hard. Try with the people we love, with our family. Cuz it's all we…and then it—it goes," I worry about not having a family.
She smiles as she sips from her glass.
"What?"
"Nothing," she says but I have a feeling it's something.
And we drink. And we gaze. And we drink. And we gaze. And we drink…
I chose Angel but we're still doing this thing. What are we doing Maya? What are we doing…
Angel POV
Marcus walks into Will's hospital room. I get up to greet him.
"I'm glad you came," I say.
"Family," he says and sits down to stay with me.
And I sit too. And we sit without trying to speak the words…
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To Be Continued…
You got you're teasing but, no hook ups, not yet. The birthday/auction is coming. Emily chose her marriage and being a family over a thing with Maya. But it's not just a thing and she knows it…
