Good Pussy Bad Pussy: Rachel's Tale

Good Pussy Bad Pussy: Rachel's Tale

by A. Aimee

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Most married women only dream of having sex with other men, but Rachel actually does. And it gets her into all kinds of trouble. From Amsterdam to the French Riviera to New York City…from her blond lover Stefan, to aristocratic Albert, and mad doctor Howard, Rachel tastes forbidden fruit – and likes it. That is until life takes a very surprising turn!

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ISBN-13: 9781782790846
Publisher: Bedroom Books
Publication date: 10/07/2013
Pages: 192
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.50(d)

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A. Aimee is a modern woman and international author.

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Good Pussy Bad Pussy

Rachel's Tale


By A. Aimee

John Hunt Publishing Ltd.

Copyright © 2013 A. Aimee
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-78279-084-6



CHAPTER 1

The French Riviera


I was incredibly horny and told myself it was true love, great passion, high romance, so I left my husband and four-year old son in Amsterdam and went to Nice with Stefan. It was almost the end of August. I had a lot to learn.

We had been in Nice a few days when Stefan said, "Tonight we're going to meet Albert. Go get your hair done."

He put money in my hand.

"I'll wait for you on the beach. When you're done, we'll go buy you some new clothes."

So I was finally going to meet the big man. It was about time. I was really curious. Stefan never talked very much, but when he did Albert always turned up in the conversation.

After I got my hair done, Stefan took me shopping. He took me to the expensive boutiques on the Avenue Jean Medecin. We went into a shop with Yves Saint Laurent dresses and Gucci bags in the window. A glamorous woman waited on us. Stefan told her what kind of a dress he was looking for. She eyed me for size and came out with an absolutely stunning creamy white dress. It had a tight-fitting bodice with thin straps and a loose soft flowing skirt.

Stefan nodded, "Go try it on."

It fit perfectly and looked divine. I couldn't believe it was me. I had always wanted to look like that. When I came out to show Stefan he said, "That will be ok for tonight, but now you need some more clothes."

He bought me sexy lace underwear, new shoes and a bag to match. Designer jeans, a slew of t-shirts, a new bikini, skinny white pants and a white jacket. I couldn't believe how much money he was spending. Everything was packed up and we went back to the hotel.

"Go put your make-up on," Stefan said, "we're going to have dinner with Albert."

I took my time. It was hard to get used to the feeling of luxury, clothes, money, the Riviera. I felt guilty about running out on my husband and son and having a good time.

Stefan was satisfied with the way I looked. When we got to the door of our suite he said, "Give me your panties."

I took them off. They were the beautiful new lace ones he'd just bought me. He put them in his pocket.

"Let's go," he said.

Down on the street, a limousine was waiting for us. The chauffeur opened the door and we got in. As we drove along, Stefan put his arm around me and kissed me on the neck.

"I want you to do whatever Albert wants," he said softly in my ear even though the chauffeur could not possibly hear us through the glass that separated him from us. "Do you understand?"

"What do you mean?" I asked in surprise.

"Well ... he may not want anything ... but then again, he might want to bed you. He has before with other women I've known."

"But ..." I started to say.

Stefan put his fingers to my lips.

He was blond, muscular and divinely beautiful. I was madly in love with him or so I thought.

"Don't ask me why. If you really feel as you say about me, you'll do what I ask."

I trembled all over. This was an unexpected turn of events. Not how I had imagined things would be. I'd never been to bed with a man I didn't know. Just like that.

But it was strange and exciting to be sitting on the backseat of a limousine in a marvelous dress with no panties on. Stefan put his hand up my dress. The moisture between my legs embarrassed me. We pulled up before a posh-looking restaurant but Stefan did not remove his hand. Instead he kissed me long and passionately on the mouth.

Inside the restaurant, Stefan asked the maitre d' for Mr. Giovanni's table in French. Stefan spoke French and German much better than he spoke English. I always spoke English with him because my French wasn't very good and I couldn't speak German at all.

We were shown to a corner table with a marvelous view. There was no one there; we had arrived first. The maitre d' said Albert had just called and said he would be arriving at 8.30. Stefan ordered champagne.

As we sat sipping our champagne, I looked at Stefan. My heart skipped a beat. What was it about him that drove me so crazy? I couldn't explain it to myself and now that things seemed to be moving in an unexpected direction, I really wanted to see the man who was the cause of it all.

Did I trust Stefan with my life?

Definitely not!

But I loved being with him. He was my very own blond Adonis, strong, muscular and very self-contained. Because of him I was on the Riviera, sitting at a fancy restaurant, drinking champagne in an expensive dress with no panties on, waiting to meet a man who might make unusual demands of me. It was hard to believe I was just an ordinary woman with a little son. What had happened to me?

Stefan was wearing a white jacket and an elegant pale blue shirt. His blond hair, which fell softly across his broad forehead, was cut slightly shorter than when I first met him. His suntan ... just looking at him I felt it again ... that jolt of energy. He radiated such life force. Why did I want him so? I'd already had him, but still I wanted him, wanted more ... it was insane.

A dark-haired man approached our table and I knew at once it was Albert. I tingled inside with fear and anticipation. He was an attractive man, a strong man. Not beautiful like Stefan, but handsome with a certain fierceness one could not overlook.

Stefan was standing up and they embraced each other, as brothers will do when they have not seen each other in a long time. All I knew was that they spent time together in Vienna when they were young. Albert, whose parents were Italian, was six or seven years older than Stefan. They met when Stefan, who was Austrian, came down from the mountains to go to university. To support himself, he worked as a student intern at Albert's father's offices in Vienna. It was there they met. At the time, Stefan was a total innocent and Albert took my blond Adonis under his wing, which earned him Stefan's undying loyalty.

Albert had his arm around Stefan. He was taller than Stefan. The contrast between them was striking. Albert was tall, dark and very aristocratic looking while Stefan was truly a blond hunk with the most amazing sky-blue eyes.

I started to stand up too.

Albert turned to me, "Ah, so this is Rachel," he said and took my hand and kissed it. "Please, please sit down. Stefan has told me about you. I hope you are enjoying your stay here."

We sat down.

Albert touched my hair as if it was his natural right, as if he had known me for years. The waiter approached and we ordered. Then Albert began talking to Stefan in German. He glanced at me and said, "Just business my dear, I am sure you understand."

I was happy to be left out; happy I couldn't understand a word they were saying. I tried to collect myself but when I looked at Albert my heart beat rapidly and I felt dizzy. I was nervous but also filled with glee because here was real, raw adventure and it was happening to me.

Everything was uncertain.

I felt alive and tingled all over.

The food arrived and Albert ate and talked with Stefan the whole time. Stefan had a small pad beside his plate and occasionally made a note. He didn't say much.

Then Albert said, "Please give Mr. Hadid my apologies for being unable to meet him tonight; make some excuse about me being called away suddenly. And give him this." Albert took a thin white envelope out of his pocket and gave it to Stefan. "It's a personal invitation to Hadid to come to Cap Ferrat with his wife. You know how important he is to our new set-up in Egypt."

Stefan didn't look particularly happy. Why had Albert changed his plans?

Then the thought hit me; was it because of me?

My head spun. Drinking on an empty stomach always affected me like this. I was getting carried away, as one drama after another unfolded in my head! But being with men like them, well I just couldn't think straight and frankly didn't care.

Albert had curly jet-black hair, cut very elegantly and close to the head. He had a strong Italian face, not so magazine handsome as Stefan, but more alive, more special, more refined and more degenerate. His lips were slightly swollen as if he had tasted every pleasure. He dressed immaculately; a light beige suit, a tight fitting vest, a beautiful silk shirt with gold cuff links.

Was I behaving like a sex-starved maniac?

My husband Jan and I had a good life, or so I had told myself. Once I thought I loved Jan and I knew I loved my son. But now I wasn't sure I loved my husband anymore. Somewhere there had been a lack. Or was it just the routine and utter boredom of being a mother and wife that had gotten to me? No matter how great I kept telling myself my life was, there was just too much information coming into my head about all the other beautiful people (and women) who were having a great time exploring life and expanding their boundaries. And there I was, stuck and feeling smothered with a boring, small-minded husband in the boring routine of my little life. Sooner or later, I had to go crazy from the sheer frustration of it. And when I met Stefan, I did.

I knew of course that respectable, grown-up women didn't do what I was doing. They kept their frustrations and raging desires under control. There might be no excuse for my conduct, but there sure as hell were a lot of explanations. And besides, I was having a great time.

After dinner we drank espresso and grappa in silence.

Thru the windows I could sense the balmy air of the coast, the gently swaying trees, the soft night noises, well-dressed people on their way to various pleasures and boredom. I smiled to myself.

"You are enjoying yourself, my dear?" Albert leaned close to me.

"Yes." In fact, it was the thought of my own misconduct that made me smile.

Stefan took my hand and said, "I have to go now; an unexpected meeting. Albert will take you home. See you at the hotel." He got up and walked away. I didn't even care. The liquor had gone to my head. I smiled as he left, feeling mellow and warm between my legs.

Then I felt Albert's warm hand moving slowly up my thigh, under my dress. His hand was gentle but firm. I tightened inwardly after so much liquor and relaxation.

"Ah," he said, "I see Stefan remembers that I prefer women who wear no panties."

"Come my dear," he said and rose to go. I stood up and followed him, smoothing down the folds of my dress. There was wetness between my thighs. We walked out into the balmy night air and the breeze caressed my bare legs under my dress.

Albert opened the door to a Porsche. I climbed in and we drove off.


* * *

Albert had a condominium with a spectacular view of the coast. We were high up. From the balcony you could see forever. The evening was clear, the stars shining brightly. The same stars that shined down on my husband and child so far away. Suddenly all my bravado disappeared and I felt very small and lonely and wished piercingly that I was home again, safe from this adventure. The ache inside was hard and cold and I felt panic.

Albert came out on the balcony with a drink in his hand. "You must not catch cold my dear. Come inside." I was positive he knew exactly what I was feeling.

Inside the space was bare, open, and minimalistic, almost Zen in nature and appearance. A single bonsai, exquisite and proud on a tiny polished black table. A large smooth round stone in the corner.

He put on some quiet music and took me in his arms to dance. He was teasing me, testing me, playing with me. There was something almost ruthless about his debonair manner. And even though I was trying to act cool, I was all fluttery inside.

"Why did you leave your husband for Stefan?" he asked me.

"Oh I don't know ... I just couldn't help myself."

"Ahh ..." He said. "So the blood in your veins runs very hot, is that it?" He took my chin in his hands and forced me to look up at him. He examined my face slowly and smiled, not unkindly. I felt shy and full of strange desire at the same time. When he seemed satisfied, he led me over to one of the few armchairs in the sparely furnished room. It was a large and comfortable.

"Let's see if you really are as warm as you are beautiful."

He took off his jacket and loosened his tie.

"Make yourself comfortable Rachel."

I sat down in the huge armchair, my heart pounding in my chest.

He got down on his knees and positioned himself right between my legs. Then he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, slow and easy, just exploring. I didn't feel aroused, only afraid. But there was no turning back now. I had chosen this myself. This was the real, raw adventure I'd been dreaming of.

But then I thought of Jan and the life I'd left behind and my heart skipped a beat. Did I know what I was doing? Suddenly my old life seemed so much more attractive ... or maybe I was just longing for the safety of the known. You could do the same thing with many men. What was the difference? And then there was our child! My son! Why hadn't I seen it before? Did I have to lose him to realize how precious he was!

And what about Stefan? How could he just turn me over to another man like that, even if Albert was his mentor and hero? What was with him? What were they into? I shivered inside, realizing I didn't have a clue as to what I'd gotten myself into.

At that very moment, Albert began fondling my nipples just firmly enough to excite me. I didn't resist, nor did I participate. I just let it happen, as if I was watching him and myself from some far away place. This was such a new experience for me; being touched by a man I'd never met before. I didn't quite know what to think or feel. But Albert was so powerful and attractive that I found it strangely thrilling to feel him touching me so I let myself settle back into the chair.

He understood my body language immediately because he let go of my nipples and lifted my legs expertly and placed them one on each arm of the chair so I was spread eagle before him. I stiffened in surprise, remembering I had no panties on. He went down on me, not waiting for my consent, but tasting me slowly and making me wet. Oh my God, I thought ... was this me? Was I really doing this?

But yes I was ... and then ...

Oh my, oh my ...

I heard myself moaning at the thrill of his tongue touching me.

He was good ... goodness he was good ...

He removed his lips from and put his fingers up me with a gentle firmness that bespoke a knowingness of women and years of experience. I gasped. He came up to me again and began kissing me on the mouth, keeping his fingers in me at the same time. I moaned as he kept on touching me knowingly, kissing me and bearing down on me. There was no resisting him now. And I felt myself opening even wider under his expert touch.

"You're ..." I mumbled not knowing how to react, confused by the intense pleasure I was feeling.

"I want to see you come," he murmured in my ear, his fingers emerging slowly from inside me and again playing gently with my innermost lips, caressing them ever so softly. Ahh ... The softness of his touch was exquisite, so exquisite. And he waited as I sighed even more deeply and he continued to caress me with such perfect gentleness until he knew that I wanted him too, wanted him to see me surrender completely to his touch.

Then he went down on me again, this time even more slowly, kissing my very wet pussy and doing things to me with his tongue that I'd never experienced before.

I heard myself gasping again with pleasure.

He was a man who could take me exactly where he wanted me to go. And he did. I was defenseless against the tide of liquid desire he released in me. And then I felt it, the confusion of emotions, the rush of ecstasy, the warmth, the wetness. I heard myself moaning and I grabbed his hair – I was nearing the point of no return. I cried out ... shaking and trembling, exactly as he knew I would ... exactly ... and I was there, precisely where he wanted me to be ... there as the tide of liquid desire swept me away ... and I disappeared happily, ecstatically into the ecstasy of the most amazing, shuddering climax.

No man had ever made me feel like that before. Ever!

When I opened my eyes, my fingers were twisted in Albert's hair. I would have pushed him away, but he didn't give me time. He grabbed me and pulled me up. Now he too was aroused. There was no mistaking the hungry look on his aristocratic face, a look mixed with satisfaction. Now he wanted me too. He led me to the bedroom.

"Take off your dress."

I did as he said. Trembling and bold at the same time.

He undressed and came to me on the low bed. I was wet and ready. He entered me and I gasped, not expecting him to be so hard. He held my hands down and rose above me. There was something strangely magnetic and powerful about him, something I'd never seen in any man before. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, my body bending to his will. He was approaching his climax.

"Tell me, do you want it?"

He looked me deep in the eyes, his gaze penetrating me.

When I didn't answer, he said it again, "Tell me, do you want it?"

He had this intense, one-pointed quality about him and I felt myself being drawn into his passion "Yes," I murmured softly, "yes."

He thrust himself deeper into me. "Say please."

And then he paused, breaking his rhythm and moving in me slowly and sensually until I felt that tide of liquid desire rising in me again. Oh my, oh my! Again!

"Say it!" He moved faster, deeper.

"Say it!"

And I felt it; the liquid tide was gaining momentum – again – and moving, moving, moving ... ready to sweep me away until I heard myself crying, "Yes please, please!"

And then he did sweep me away with a fierceness and intensity that did not stop until we both shuddered and came at exactly the same moment. Then he lay on top of me for a long time, his face turned away.
(Continues...)


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Table of Contents

Contents

Part I – The French Riviera....................     1     

Part II – Amsterdam....................     65     

Part III – New York....................     81     

Part IV – Amsterdam....................     121     

Part V – New York....................     159     

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Good Pussy Bad Pussy: Rachel's Tale 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
RachaelOWriting1 More than 1 year ago
The name of this book immediately made me say OOOOh I want to read that. I'm always in for a good steamy book. The synopsis sounded amazing too. But as I started reading, I realized this isn't your typical naughty book. It has dark, tear jerking moments as we follow Rachel through her life.  The book starts off a bit confusing and it took me a few pages to understand what was going on. That Rachel didn't have a secret beau, but instead had actually left her husband. I felt like that whole part could've used a little help so we knew more of what we were getting into with her marriage and her son. Did she just leave without a word to them or what?  But after that part it sucked me in and I just kept reading! I had to know what trouble and experience Rachel got into next. She runs into a couple of bad situations but I have to say the fact that she was looking for excitement, she sure found it.  There was a few times in the book that I think we get drawn into tangents and they take away from the story like a whole page of Rachel just rambling on about her feelings, but in the end I really felt I understood he and why she did what she did.  Add in that I felt there was some editing that needed to be done and overall I'd give this excellent book, 4 Stars.