Chapter Five:
The next two days passed without incident, as Bella and Garrett tackled their work tasks while fielding phone calls from the office. As Bella was about to take a break one afternoon, she walked into the living room and spotted Garrett grinning from ear to ear as he held a box. Bella knew what that meant and was eager to play along, deciding to put on a show of surprise. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she exclaimed, flashing a playful grin.
Garrett greeted Bella with a wide smile and a playful glint in his eye. "Happy Birthday, Bella!" he exclaimed. "I've been thinking about how we can make your big Four-Oh a little more special, and I have just the thing - how about some fun role playing?" he suggested, winking suggestively.
"Role playing, you say? So for my birthday, you bought a present for yourself," Bella said teasingly to Garrett.
"I'm sure you'll like it just as much as I will. Besides, the best presents are ones we can share together," Garrett replied.
"You know me so well," Bella said with a smile. "That sounds perfect."
Bella eagerly took the box from Garrett's hands, her eyes shining with excitement. "Ooh, I can't wait to see what's inside! Where do you think we should do this?" she asked, her mind already racing with possibilities.
Garrett grinned back at her. "You go ahead and change and then meet me back here. We'll create our own little world and let the fun begin," he said with a playful wink, his eyes lighting up at the thought of their upcoming interactions. He knew Bella always loved to throw herself into a role.
Bella made her way to the bedroom, clutching the box tightly in her hands, unable to contain her excitement. With eager anticipation, she opened the box, and her eyes widened at the sight of the frilly lace of a French maid's outfit complete with a feather duster.
Without any hesitation, Bella began to strip off her clothes, reveling in the idea of transforming herself into this seductive and sultry character. As she removed her clothes, she could feel her skin tingling with excitement, and she knew that Garrett was going to love every inch of her in this outfit.
Once she was fully naked, Bella picked up the delicate white thong and carefully slid it up her legs, marveling at how the thin fabric barely covered her most intimate areas. She knew the thong would never have worked if she was not already completely shaved.
Next, she reached for the black garter belt, admiring the intricate lace pattern as she wrapped it around her hips. She reached for the white stockings, slowly rolling them up her long legs and attaching them to the garter clips. The stockings hugged her thighs tightly, making her feel incredibly sexy and powerful all at once.
Bella inspected the sheer black bra and put it on, feeling the barely-there fabric do little to conceal the excitement and arousal pulsing through her body. She adjusted the thin straps, ensuring that her ample breasts were on full display, her nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
She slipped on the long white gloves, pulling them up her arms until they reached her elbows. The soft material felt cool against her skin, adding another layer of sensual delight to the already erotic outfit.
Finally, Bella placed the little French maid frilly hat atop her head, the black and white lace of the entire outfit contrasting beautifully against her pale skin. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she knew that she looked absolutely stunning. She quickly put on a pair of black high heeled shoes. Bella took a deep breath, getting into character, and decided to speak in a heavy French accent, which she knew Garrett would find desirable.
As Bella made her way into the living room, she noticed Garrett sitting on the sofa, pretending to browse his newsreader. He appeared to be completely absorbed in his device, not noticing her approach.
Bella strutted over to the sofa, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She began to dust around the sofa and coffee table, making sure to bend over in front of Garrett to give him a good view of her assets.
As she backed up into Garrett's legs, she let out a playful gasp and turned around to face him. "Oooh, pardon me, Monsieur. I deed not see you zair," she said in a thick French accent, placing a hand over her heart. "I 'ope you do not mind me clean-ing zee living room while you are 'ere."
Garrett replied, "Please, by all means. You can clean whatever you like." He flashed her a charming smile and gestured towards the coffee table. "Please, feel free to dust around me."
"Merci, Monsieur. When will ze Madame return? She gets angry wiz me when she sees I haven't finished cleaning yet."
Garrett smiled. "No, my wife won't be home until later tonight. You have nothing to worry about, Sophie," he reassured her.
Bella grinned, "Sophie, huh?" she thought, then in her French accent she said. "Oh, Monsieur, it looks like you 'ave a stain on your pants. Let me try to fix zat before ze stain is permanent." She got down on her knees in front of Garrett and took a couple of tissues from the dispenser on the coffee table. She then began to dab directly on Garrett's crotch where the pretend stain was located.
"I'm fraid zee stain is not comin' out, Monsieur. I sink eet best if you remove your pants so I can wash them quick. Zee Madame will be quite upset wees me if she sees I did not try to clean zem. Stand up, please. Let me help you get out of zose dirty pants."
Garrett stood up and Bella started to unbuckle his pants. Once they were undone, she pulled them down, and a visible bulge appeared in his boxers.
"Monsieur! Why are you so 'ard? I am not the Madame of ze house. Please control yourself," Bella exclaimed in a shocked tone
Garrett looked down at his bulging underwear, his hard-on straining against the fabric. "I'm sor-ry, Sophie. It's just that my wife has not touched me in a very long time," he said, his voice low and strained. "When I see you in an outfit like that, I can't help but feel desire."
"I had no idea zat ze Madame was not preforming her wifely duties. When was ze last time you 'ave gotten relief Monsieur?" Bella asked in a surprised tone.
Garrett smiled at Bella's performance. "I'm afraid it's been five months, Sophie. I don't know what to do without my wife's help," he said, sounding genuinely distressed.
"Oh no, Monsieur. Eet ees not right for you to go 5 months wizout any relief. If eet ees acceptable to you, I shall help you. Would you like zat?" Bella asked in a soft voice.
"That would be very kind of you, Sophie. I am grateful for any relief you can provide," Garrett said, gazing down at Bella, who remained on her knees before him.
"Merci beaucoups, Monsieur. I would be happy to 'elp you now. Let us start by removin' your underwears so I can see what I 'ave to deal wiz," Bella said in a sultry voice, her French accent thick with desire. As she pulled down Garrett's underwear, his cock sprang up almost hitting Bella in the face.
"Oh Monsieur, eet ees so big. I 'ave never 'ad to relieve someone so large. I weel do my best. Please tell me when you are to come so I can remove my mouth. Zat should only be tasted by Madame as she ees your wife." With a sly smile, Bella slowly started to lick up and down on Garrett's hard member.
"Are you ready, Monsieur?" Bella asked in a husky French accent, her sultry voice sending a shiver down Garrett's spine. With a nod, he watched as Bella slowly lowered her mouth onto his throbbing member, her soft lips enveloping him in a warm embrace. She began to suck and swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Garrett's body. Her movements became more urgent as she took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue working in perfect harmony with her lips.
Garrett moaned in ecstasy, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm about to come, Sophie," he gasped, his body tense with anticipation.
Bella quickly stood up and with a swift movement, she grabbed a handful of tissues from the nearby tissue box. She moved back towards Garrett and took hold of his throbbing member, stroking him firmly but sensually. As she caressed him, she gazed up into his eyes, watching his expression change with each movement of her hand.
Garrett's breathing became more ragged and his grip on the couch tightened as Bella's stroking became quicker and more intense. The pleasure coursed through his body as he felt himself approaching the edge of climax. With a few more expert tugs, Garrett could no longer hold back and he exploded, his hot seed shooting out and landing onto the tissues held by Bella.
Bella continued to stroke him gently as he came down from his orgasm, making sure he was fully spent before releasing him from her grip.
"Zat's it, Monsieur. Do you feel bettair now zat you 'ave 'ad relief? I can see it 'as been awhile. Zat is quite a lot in zis tissue. Let's be sure to throw zat away as we don't want Madame to see it and zink you got relief wizout 'er present," Bella said smiling up at him.
"Sophie, I feel much better now, but I can't help but feel guilty for receiving relief when you haven't had any. When was the last time you were able to experience such pleasure?" Garrett asked with a concerned expression on his face.
"I 'ave nevair received relief, I'm afraid, Monsieur," Bella spoke, her voice low and mournful. "My fathair 'as said I need to wait till marriage before I can become a woman. I am so aroused all ze time, but whatevair can I do? I can't disobey my fathair," she finished with a deep sigh, her eyes downcast in resignation.
"Sophie, I would like to assist you. Suppose I gave an order that you must receive relief from me. Would that be satisfactory for you?" Garrett asked, his tone sincere.
"Mon Dieu Monsieur! Zat is a very scandalous suggestion. What will Madame zink? I do not know if I can do such a zing," Bella exclaimed in shock.
"I will explain to my wife that you have never been with a man and are very horny. I am sure she will not mind if I fuck you silly. She is a very kind and understanding woman," Garrett said with a smile.
"Oui, Monsieur, I am sure your wife is very understanding," Bella said laughing internally at the direction this role playing had taken them.
"Ah, monsieur, it appears that you are hard again. Let us proceed quickly. I would not want Madame to come home and find me atop you, for she might misunderstand our situation, and I would not want to bring dishonor upon myself or you. Please, Monsieur, sit here on the sofa. These panties you have provided are quite thin, as you can see, and we are fortunate in that you need only nudge the fabric aside for me to be ready. Allow me to straddle your legs, Monsieur." Bella said, her voice laced with a faint French accent, as she gently pushed Garrett back onto the sofa and climbed onto his lap, positioning herself so that he could easily penetrate her.
"Ah am ready, Monsieur," Bella said, her French accent making her words sound even more sultry. "Please push zee fabric aside and guide me onto you. Ah will try to get my relief as fast as possible. Merci for making yourself available to help me, Monsieur."
Garrett nodded and gently pulled the thin fabric of Bella's thong to the side, revealing her glistening wetness. He teasingly ran his fingers up and down her slit, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Slowly and carefully, he positioned her over him, easing her down until she was fully seated on his hardness.
"Ah, Monsieur," Bella moaned as she began to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, her French accent lacing her words with a seductive quality. "C'est si bon. Thank you for this, Monsieur. Now, let me get my relief quickly."
Just as Bella was getting into a comfortable rhythm, the shrill sound of the phone interrupted their intimacy. She glared at it with annoyance, but there was no way she was going to stop now. She continued to rock on Garrett, ignoring the phone until it stopped ringing. Just as she was about to relax into their pleasure again, the phone started ringing once more.
"Dammit," Bella cursed. "Janet, who is on the phone?" Bella asked their AI, which also controlled most of the house's functions, just like in the car.
"Alice Cullen is on the line," Janet's disembodied voice answered.
"Shit. Alice can probably see what we're doing. I don't think she'd call unless she needed to speak with us." Bella said putting her finger over her mouth, signaling to Garrett to stay quiet.
"Answer the call on speakerphone, Janet," she instructed, all while continuing to move slowly on top of Garrett.
"I'm amazed you picked up, Bella," Alice's voice came through the speakers of the smart home system.
"I'm a little busy here, Alice, as I'm sure you know. What is it that is so important?" Bella asked, her voice tinged with irritation.
"I just got a vision, Bella, and I'm pretty sure you would want to know this one. Your mom and Phil came to surprise you for your birthday. Happy birthday, by the way. Anyway, they will be at your front door in 20 minutes. I thought you would want to know so they don't celebrate your big milestone with you looking like a 20-year-old French maid," Alice said in a rush.
Bella was in shock, her mind racing with the news that her mother was on her way. She had always made it clear that she did not like unannounced visits. "Are you sure about the 20-minute time frame, Alice?"
"Well, 19 minutes now, Bella," Alice replied. "I can see what you decided, so I'll say goodbye. See you guys in a couple of months. Bye." And with that, the line went dead.
Bella took a deep breath and composed herself. "Ok, Monsieur," she said, her voice returning to its normal cadence. "We have 9 minutes before we have to go put on our makeup. I plan to get this job done in half the time."
With that statement, Bella started to move her hips in a sensual rhythm against Garrett, who had remained hard as rock inside her throughout the entire conversation. With each movement, a wave of pleasure coursed through her body, her breathing becoming heavier and her moans growing louder.
Bella ripped off her bra, leaving her breasts exposed for Garrett to tease and nip at her nipples. The sensation of his mouth on her breasts only intensified the pleasure that was building within her. As Bella continued to rock on Garrett, his hand found her clit and started to rub it in perfect rhythm with her movements.
Bella's moans turned into screams of ecstasy as she felt the sensations in her body build to an almost unbearable level. She could feel the tightness building in her core, and suddenly, she climaxed hard, screaming Garrett's name at the top of her lungs. As she clenched tightly around him, Garrett couldn't hold back any longer and released himself inside of her.
Bella continued to jerk her hips, riding out the last gasp of their shared orgasm, while Garrett's face was pushed into her breasts. She didn't want the feeling to end, but she knew they had to move quickly. It was time to get ready for her surprise birthday guests.
"Two minutes," Bella exclaimed, a mix of frustration and excitement in her voice. "I would have preferred two hours, but it seems we're having company. Let's get dressed and put on our makeup quickly. Then, let's clean up the living room. Grab those tissues with your cum; we don't want mom to find that one," she said with a playful smirk.
Ten minutes had passed, and Bella and Garrett emerged from the bathroom looking like they were in their forties. Bella couldn't help but think that they looked young for the age they were portraying, but even with all the makeup in the world, it would be hard for either of them to look truly old. They would need heavy prosthetics to cover their faces for that to happen.
They swiftly moved around the house, picking up any items that would raise suspicion or give away their secret. After a thorough check, they found the place acceptable and settled onto the sofa, waiting to hear the sound of Bella's mother's car pulling up outside.
