I am sorry for the false posting and for the delay in publishing. The re-post is because my formatting was really weird for some reason. I had to retype this chapter. I had some writer's block, and also real life is working me and my dear Nseller very hard. Thank you sweetheart for all your affirmation and editing abilities. You rock hard! Thank you to all who added my little story to your favorites. I really appreciate you so much! Thanks to all readers, and a very special thank you to the faithful few who review. I love you and you inspire me!

We are starting out with a special treat this week. We get to hear from Esme to start it all off. I thought it would be fun to write from her POV. Enjoy the lemon at the end of the chapter. The sacred spot is real. I have it on good authority! Enjoy!

Esme's POV

Something was up with Alice, and I was dying to know what it was. The whole time we'd been sitting at the dining room table, tying the huge ribbons to hang on the trees outside, she had been zoning in and out and smiling like she had a huge secret. Rose had just left us to go find Emmett. The time had come for dear Alice to spill what she had been seeing. I wouldn't take no for an answer.

There it was again, the far away look in her eyes followed by the smug grin.

"Okay Alice, what's going on? Don't bother being coy, you are telling me and that's final."

"I can't Esme, Jasper would probably kill me if I did."

"I'll probably kill you if you don't."

"What are you going to do, hug me to death?" She said laughing.

I smiled deviously at her. "Don't put it past me. Besides if it's about Jasper, I can probably get it out of him if you don't tell me. He has a soft spot for me," I said confidently.

She shook her head in defeat, sighing. "Okay, I'll tell you. But, if he does kill me, my death is on your hands."

"Just break out that little trick I taught you today. He will surely keep you around so that you can do it again!" I said, giggling.

"Great idea!" Her silvery laugh chimed through the house. "I hope I can figure out how to do it. I might not get it right the first time. I'm anxious to see what effect it has on him. I just hope he doesn't kick me out of bed when I have to tell him who taught it to me."

"Just don't tell him! What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Tell him you 'saw' it," I said, laughing.

"I wish he wasn't so high strung about such things sometimes," she lamented.

"It is just part of what makes him Jasper. He's old fashioned. I think it is very sweet. It's one of his ways of respecting you, you realize that right?"

"I do." She smiled thoughtfully.

"Okay, quit stalling. Spill it missy!"

Her tiny hands rubbed together in anticipation. The suspense was killing me.

"Bella asked Jazz to talk to Edward about their wedding night, and he did! It went really well, they both really opened up to each other. It was very brotherly. You'd be so proud!" She happily related.

"Oh, how wonderful! This is the best news! I have been so worried about Edward. He and Jasper are so much alike in many ways. It would be great if they could be closer. They would both benefit so much from that. Thank you for sharing this with me!" I grabbed her and hugged her very tightly.

"You're welcome, try not to think about it too much around Edward. I don't want him getting embarrassed about it."

"You know you can count on my discretion. It makes me so happy to see Jasper reaching out like this. I'm so pleased."

"Me, too. More than you can ever know." She agreed. "Which reminds me, he's on his way back to the house expecting some time alone with me. Can you cover for me while I go get changed? I bought something new for his eyes only and I don't want him to see me before the time is right. I'm sure he will want to take a shower when he gets in. I want to surprise him."

"Where should I direct him?"

"Just tell him to go take a shower and that you are sure I'll turn up."

"You can change in our room if you need to, Alice."

"I just might do that, if you don't mind."

"You have my blessing, get going!"

I stood up from the table and started carefully putting the bows we had finished in some large pasteboard boxes we had set up in the room. A few minutes later Jasper came through the back of the house, and walked into the dining room where I was. He was obviously looking around for Alice.

"Hey sweetheart, he said upon seeing me. He crossed the room and gave me a hug. I smiled at him knowingly, but tried not to let anything go in my expression.

"She told you," he said, eyeing me knowingly.

"Told me what?" I said, trying my best to look puzzled.

"Esme, you are nearly as bad a liar as Bella is." He chuckled a little laugh. "It's okay, I don't mind you knowing. Just don't go on about it."

"My lips are sealed," I said, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

"Where's my better half? She was supposed to find me, but I haven't seen her."

"Just go take a shower. I'm sure she will turn up." My smile spread across my face without my control.

He shook his head in amusement at me. "Covering for her?" I shrugged my shoulders and raised my eyebrows. His mischievous smile warmed my heart.

"Go take a shower and find out," I said, trying not to be transparent.

Alice's POV

I left Esme and ran upstairs to get my new corset so that I could change into it for Jasper. I quickly straightened out bedroom and put all of Bella's clothes in my closet. I barely had room. I was going to need to expand again soon, or perhaps thin some things out to give to charity. Maybe I'd just start putting things in Jazz's closet, but I probably wouldn't push my luck.

While I was rushing around, the most crushing feeling of sadness swept through me. I couldn't explain it. It had started when I saw that Emmett would tease Jasper and me for being a little too loud tonight in our time together. It was to be expected since he had been far too tolerant of our unusual exhibitions lately. I knew it was too good to last. It was just Emmett's nature to be a tease. He didn't really bother me. I couldn't explain why it made me so sad.

I sat down on the bed with the midnight blue corset I had picked out for tonight in my hands. No visions were coming. I just felt deeply sad. I felt like what I had imagined PMS would feel like. It was just a nondescript feeling of the blues and an unidentified longing. I didn't like it, but I couldn't help it. I sat staring out the window into the dusk.

Jasper came in the room and immediately sat down on the bed next to me. His strong supporting arms circled me without me having to say a word. I returned his embrace and laid my head against his chest.

"What is it, Alice? Did you see something honey? What do you need?"

"I haven't seen anything really. I just feel very low. I can't explain it. It hit me like a truck, out of nowhere. I can't think of what it could be."

"Two of your very best friends are getting married. They're both like family to you. Things are going to change. Bella is your last real touchstone to your humanity. On some level you realize you're losing that, and you're bummed out."

I released my arms from him and pushed away. I stared up in his warm knowing eyes. What he said made me kind of angry. The worst part of it was that none of what he said had crossed my mind, but every bit of it was true. I didn't want to admit it.

"I'm happy for them!" I defended myself. "They both deserve all the happiness that is coming for them!"

He smiled and cocked his head to the side in a shrugging motion.

"How did you get to know me so well?" I said sadly, collapsing onto him. His arms caught me and surrounded me lovingly again.

"You're my favorite subject to study. You are far more illusive than enlightenment, and more intriguing than anybody has a right to be. You're also damn sexy."

"I love you so much," I said.

"I know."

I couldn't help but smile a little at his smugness. It was totally warranted. I was all his, and I was glad he knew it.

"Mrs. Whitlock, may I take you out tonight?"

I felt better the moment he said it. My blues weren't gone, but he knew just what I needed. He always did.

"I'll even get us a hotel room in Port Angeles if you want me to. Of course, you will have to bring that beautiful feathered piece of lingerie you are holding in your hand. It's making me hot and bothered just looking at it."

"Mr. Whitlock, I would follow you anywhere. I will do one better than bringing this corset with us. I will be right back."

I went in my crowded closet and shut the door. I dug through my underwear until I found the perfect pair of black silk lace panties. I stripped quickly and put them on, and the corset. I put on a black brocade bolero jacket over the corset, and slipped on a tailored but feminine black silk skirt that came down to my lower calf. I found a great pair of heels that set the ensemble off and stepped out of the closet, trying to fluff my hair up.

I packed some things we might need, including a change of clothes for me, in a small overnight bag and walked out into the bedroom.

"Oh shit," he said, "I am underdressed. I didn't even get my shower! You're gorgeous, honey. It makes my heart ache with pride just to look at you."

I walked over and sniffed him dramatically. "Thank you honey, you don't stink, don't worry about your shower," I teased him.

"I'll just make you take one with me later."

"You won't have to make me," I said smiling at him. "Let's go."

We walked downstairs. We walked into the living area and Jasper told Esme we would be back the next day. She winked at me as we headed out the door.

Emmett and Rosalie were watching television. Emmett turned around to say goodbye to us. He gave me a wolf whistle as he saw my outfit.

"Wow Alice, you look amazingly hot for little folk," he teased me.

Rose hit his arm, "Put your tongue back in your mouth and leave her be," she teasingly chastised him.

"We won't wait up," Emmett said.

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"Are you driving, or am I?" He asked me, opening the door to the Porsche.

"Go ahead sweetie, I am along for the ride," I said, climbing in the passenger's seat.

He started the car and we drove out to the highway.

"Where are we going?" He asked after a few minutes.

"The first clean looking motel with king sized beds."

"You don't want to take a nice walk in the moonlight or something?"

"It's raining silly."

"Worried about your hair?" He teased me. I balled up my fist and hit his shoulder. He grinned at me and said, "Someone wants a spanking."

"No, I just can't believe you would want me to go walking around in the rain in this corset," I challenged him. "It doesn't do it for you?"

"It's gorgeous. I would like to take it off of you very soon. I see your point about the rain I guess. I would hate for the little feathers on it to get wet. I just thought since we were going out, and since you are so damn beautiful, I would take you somewhere nicer than a motel. You don't want to go dancing? I can handle it."

I reached out and squeezed his hand. "You can dance with me at the wedding. You are the sweetest man alive."

"Please don't spread that around, you'll ruin my reputation," he said laughing.

"Your secret is safe with me honey," I said, smiling at him with great affection.

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He pulled up to a chain motel whose sign advertised king-sized beds. He turned to me inquisitively. I checked the place out in my mind and it looked fine. I nodded for him to go get us a room and he got out of the car and walked to the office.

The honey blonde waves of his hair glistened as the rain soaked through them in the artificial light of the parking lot. I admired his tall, lean muscular frame. I loved the way his jeans caressed his sculpted ass. Just seeing his handsome yet beautiful face made me want to wrap my arms around him and never stop gazing in his eyes. I loved him so much.

I wanted to do something special for him tonight. Every minute we had to ourselves made me feel infinitely better than I did when I had been sulking in our room. I wanted to give him so much pleasure that he lost control of himself. The vision of his enraptured face as I ravished him made my inner muscles contract in anticipation.

"What are you up to?" He asked, feeling my desire as he got in the car. "Are we gonna make it to the room?" He smiled at me and shook his head in amusement.

I smiled back at him deviously and thought to myself, 'You'll be calling my name and begging for more before you know it, sweetheart!'

We parked and he got out of the car and came around to open my door for me. He walked ahead and opened the door with the key. He turned the lights on and shut the door behind me. He turned the blower on the air conditioner on to circulate the stuffy room. I leaped onto the middle of the bed and bounced up and down a few times, giggling.

"You are kind of starting to scare me," he said teasingly.

"I promise not to hurt you one little bit, unless you ask me to."

He sat down on the bed next to me and tried to reach for me, but I slid myself away from him and off the opposite side of the bed. I stood grinning at him, and slowly undid my jacket. I took my time and seductively eased it off my left shoulder and slid my arm out. Then I wiggled my body and slid my right shoulder down, letting the jacket fall from my arm before catching it in my hand. I laid it on the chair.

"Want me to chase you around the room?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"You won't have to chase me. I am going to come to you, and you are going to cum for me."

"Really now?"

"To be sure. Will you cooperate with me and let me please you?"

"Hmm, being pleasured by my beautiful wife. That sounds like cruel and unusual punishment," he chided me.

"Very, but you'll love it, trust me."

"Do with me what you will. I am at your disposal."

I walked over to the bed and put both pillows behind him. He attempted to pull me down onto his lap, but I swatted at his hand. He growled playfully. He gave me a mock sneer and reached down to pull off his thin long sleeved black sweater. His luminescent skin with its many textured scars begged me to touch him, but I resisted the urge and only pushed him back onto the pillows on the bed.

He eyed me expectantly and with some amusement. I undid his boots and slipped them off of his feet, placing them by the bed. I took off his socks, and placed them there, too. I reached down and undid the hook and zipper on my skirt, and slowly moved my hips back and forth as it slid down my thighs. I turned my back to him, flashing my backside with a little wiggle as I bent over to step out of my skirt. He let out a small moan.

"You've definitely got my attention," he said in a low and husky voice. His eyes were heavy lidded and his body was tense with expectation. I could see him planning to grab me and throw me on the bed.

"Don't even think about trying to stop me! Please let me do this!"

He looked semi defeated. He stuck out his lip a tiny bit in a mock pout.

"You are always complaining that I want to rush through out time together. I don't want to rush through this! I want to do something for you, and you are going to let me. Or, I'll take my bag of tricks and go home," I said indignantly.

"Honey, I'm sorry," he said. "You are just so beautiful. It's killing me."

"I have just the thing for that." I said as I reached in my bag and pulled out a black scarf. I folded it over several times and bent to tie it on his head, covering his eyes.

"You're blindfolding me?"

"Maybe it will help you control your hands," I said. "I would much rather you were able to see what I am about to do to you, but I have to admit that surprising you will be fun, too."

I poured some of the lightly scented oil on my hands and rubbed them together. I started massaging his right thigh alternatively using long firm strokes, and then circling with my thumbs. The muscles of his upper legs began to relax.

"That feels really good," he signed as I continued working down. I paid special attention to the sensitive areas behind his knees, moving my finger tips and continuing with the longer strokes as I rubbed down his calfs.

I shifted on the bed and gave the left leg the same treatment. He sighed and grunted lightly as his strong granite muscles relaxed from the kneading pressure of my fingers. I put more oil on my hands and worked on massaging his long arms and his sinewy shoulders. His head sank back deeper in the pillows as his body's tension let go.

I brought my hands together moving in solid motions simultaneously down his chest. His masculine peaks hardened as my fingers brushed over them. I massaged his stomach and down his groin until I reached the place that I had most wanted to shower with my attention.

I laced my oiled hands together and placed them over the top of his hardened manhood, pressing it between the smooth skin of his stomach and my obliging hands. I took my time, stroking his silken length. His hips began to move slowly in rhythm with my hands. "Unhh…" he groaned as I rubbed him in long slow motions. He became harder and more engorged with each caress.

Soon I could no longer resist the urge to take him into my mouth. I took the base of his cock in my hands and fondled him firmly, continuing to stroke it upwards and down. I could see his nectar start to pool in the grooved opening at the head of his cock. I sweetly kissed and licked him there, enjoying the drops of fluid that rewarded my efforts. I moaned as I took the head in my mouth and he responded to the vibration by lightly thrusting up into my waiting lips.

His face was entranced and serious, his eyes were still hidden beneath the black scarf. His breathing was heavy and labored, sighing every few seconds in pleasure. His hands moved from his side on the bed. One hand caressed my left shoulder, and the other guided my head. His fingers were gently twining in my hair. My heart warmed at the pleasure I was giving him, and at his acceptance of what I was doing. He was enjoying himself, and not trying to stop me.

He was getting closer every time I stroked him and sucked his length into my mouth. Desire stiffened and excited my own body. My sex felt electric and needing. I longed for him to touch me, but I would wait. I had never wanted to finish what I'd started with him more than at that moment, and it seemed a rare time that he might just indeed let me do it.

I decided to attempt to find the 'sacred spot' that Esme had told me about. I moved one of my hands to stroke the area between his balls and his lower opening. His breathing tensed slightly, but soon he seemed reassured by the gentleness of my touch. I lightly kissed his cock, but diverted my eyes towards his perineum, looking for the small indention she had mentioned.

I continued to massage him there, taking my mouth back to suck and caress his manhood. I quickened my movements, taking him into my mouth much faster as my passion rose. His body stiffened. I began to gently scrape my teeth against him as he thrust in and out of my mouth. He moaned in gratification at my roughness.

His body was about to reach his climax. I could tell by the way he tensed and writhed. I eased my fingers to the spot in his perineum where I believed the 'sacred spot' would be and applied pressure.

"Oh fuck…fuck me…oh Alice…" he moaned as his climax began to take him. He had actually said fuck! He was coming unhinged and I loved it! His pinnacle seemed to intensify, going on for an unusually long time. I maintained my gentle massaging and my rhythmic sucking.

He thrust harder in my mouth and released his warm venomous seed into my throat. "Oh fuck… fuck… sorry… damn," he cried out. I happily swallowed all he gave me and continued to circle his cock with my tongue as it twitched and stiffened in his release.

His legs were bent on both sides of me, and his body had drawn up in the pleasure he felt as he found his satisfaction. I looked down to see that his toes had even curled in the moment of pleasure. This had gone even better than I'd seen that it would. I smiled to myself, and looked up at his face. It was a mixture of ecstasy, relief and maybe frustration. He had been so overcome that he didn't even reflect anything he felt back for me. I was very pleased.

He reached his hand up and pulled the scarf off of his eyes. His panting was labored and hard. He gazed at me. Shaking his head, he held out his arms to me. "Come here, I want to hold you," he said. There was a look of something akin to anger in his eyes that I didn't understand. I had not foreseen this reaction at all.

"You've got a little venom here in the corner of your mouth," I teased him sweetly. "Is that drool?"

"Probably," he said, his tone a little irritated. "Alice, that was mind blowing. You know how much you please me." His head continued to shake.

"There's a 'but' in there somewhere," I said, astutely.

"His reply was abrupt, and blunt. "Where in the hell did you learn to do that thing you did with your hand?"

"I'll never tell," I said, coyly.

"Oh hell yes you will! Or, I'm going to pitch a fit the likes of which you have never seen," he said coldly.

"Jazz honey, are you mad at me?" I was more than a little shocked.

"Where did you learn to touch a man like that? I have been with you for over 60 years and you've never done anything like that to me before." His eyes searched my face. I knew he was measuring my feelings with his abilities.

"I 'saw' it." I said smugly. It wasn't a lie. I had 'seen' Esme do it to Carlisle, more than once. I wasn't sure he was going to buy my explanation. Why was he reacting this way?

"Alice," he said, "tell me who taught you how to do that."

"No, I don't think you really want to know."

"Oh, but I do."

He was jealous. I couldn't understand why for the life of me. I was afraid of where the conversation was going so I decided to humor him, and hopefully humble him in the process.

"Esme showed me," I said proudly. "I never dreamed I could find it the first time, but I'll be damned if it didn't work like a charm!"

"Esme?" He asked, shocked. "Sweet Esme? Who taught her to do that? And, how in the hell did it come up in polite conversation between the two of you?"

I couldn't help myself. I started to giggle. "She is married to Carlisle, and he's a doctor," I said. "I'm sure she probably is privy to many things like that just by exposure."

He started sniggering in relief, still shaking his head slightly. He let out the breath he had been holding. "I'm sorry honey. I was really stupid," he said, relaxing but holding me tighter.

"Rose was talking about going down on Emmett while we were tying bows," I explained. "She was going on and on, and I let it slip that you enjoyed that, but that you nearly never let me finish. Esme said she knew just the thing, and I think she was right! I didn't share too much with them, but it didn't feel wrong at the time. It was a real girly moment. I wasn't trying to advertise my man," I explained.

He laughed at my recollection of the conversation.

"Now, it's your turn, what made you so mad at me?" I asked expectantly.

"Oh hell. I wasn't really mad," he said, hesitating. "I don't have many sexual memories from being human, but the last woman who did that to me was a prostitute that visited our camp when I was a soldier."

"What?" I said, very surprised. I started to laugh uncontrollably. He tried to smile, but the confession made him uncomfortable. He started to snicker nervously.

"It was just a hand job," he said, as if to qualify, "and well… it was a very long time ago. I was young, afraid and alone. I am not proud of it, but I took comfort from her. But, you can imagine how shocked I was when my angelic wife did that to me out of nowhere."

We giggled in unison, soprano and bass. It was a wonderful release. I was so delighted that he revealed something I didn't know about him, after all our time together, even if it was a pretty sordid detail.

"Damn. I tried to find that spot for the longest time," he admitted, laughing. "I never dreamed to ask Esme about it."

I smiled at his confession. "It's all in who you know, I guess," I said, laughing.