"Lexa." Leah whispered as she next to her sleeping sister on the bed "Wake up.., I need your help."
Leah rolled over opening her eyes as she yawned.
"What's wrong hun'?" she asked sitting up exposing her naked breasts.
"My head is killing me, and I can't get Jason to go back to sleep." Leah lamented her eyes winced in pain, brow furrowed.
"Do you want me to go wake up Charles?" she asked with great concern in her voice.
"No..," Leah paused rubbing her temples "why aren't you in bed with him?"
Lexa let out a little sigh then she said "he did not invite me."
"Oh?" Leah replied not knowing what to say.
"Yes.., well, we have sort of grown apart, here lately." Lexa confided in her sister, who was now thinking the visit Charles paid to Felina in Bermuda was more than just a family meeting, but Leah said nothing of her suspicion to Lexa, who was more than happy to get up out of bed at three o'clock in the morning and help her sister out. So she made Leah curl up in her own bed, whereupon Lexa slipped on her sister's robe, covering up her nakedness as she fetched a cold compress for Leah's fevered brow, telling her "Now I'll shut off the light, you just rest here a little while, and I will take care of Jason for you, alright sweetie?"
"Thank you Lexa.., you always take such good care of me, you are the best sister, and friend to me, in the whole entire world!" Leah said as she gave her sister a gentle, loving smile.
"Do you know why I take such good care of you Leah?" here she softly brushed a golden curl off Leah's cheek then she said sweetly "Because I love you, and you are everything to me. That is why I have not left you here all alone, that is why I watch over you and protect you, because I only want for you to be happy and safe." a few understanding, sympathetic looks were exchanged between the two, who had shared a womb, and thirty years on Earth together and they both prayed that nothing, or no one, would ever be able to tear them apart.
"I love you too Lexa, more than you will ever know." Leah said as she watched her sister go. With that Leah was left alone in her sister's warm, comfortable bed, the sheets scented with her french perfume. There in the silence and the stillness of her memories, she thought how she wished she had never come to Argentina, never met Xation, never had his baby, never married him. For, as we all know and have been made well aware of in our own poor miserable love-lives, jealousy can be as cruel as the grave. Sometimes we all think we would feel much better six feet under, than walking with our heads and hearts so low, above the ground. So with the pain unabating in her brain, Leah pondered what her life would be like if she and Lexa were still two party girls, out for some fun, for though she was still young, just turned 30, and she had got her body back into shape, still looking hot in her little black bikini, she was now married with a son, bored out of her mind, feeling as if the life she had known had come undone. Leah felt that all she had to show for her life was a handsome husband, she rarely got to see, a gorgeous big/empty house, and access to a fortune in the millions of dollars, but she was so amazingly unhappy, for one simple reason, without the attention and affection a woman so desperately needs from her husband, Leah found she had no purpose, or goal in life, no direction with which to proceed. This is a very dangerous time in a young brides life, for without a clear direction, it is very easy to begin to spiral out of control and act out in ways that a clear-headed lady would not, and never, proceed. Though with these thoughts in her heart and mind Leah truly believed she could overcome her rage and disappointment in her marriage, but by what hand of providence she had no idea, nor could she know how the Fates were plotting against her, soon they would open up a path for her to plunge head long first, and at the end of the journey Leah would realize just how little she was truly worth.
As Leah lie there trying to quite her brain; which flowed in all directions in strange streams of thoughts in her consciousness, such is the case with a restless heart and mind, she heard Lexa's bedroom door slowly open, she, saying nothing, seeing nothing with the cold wet washcloth over her eyes, to her surprise Leah heard Bengiman whisper as he neared the foot of the bed. "Lexa.., I've come to play."
"Bengiman." Leah whispered, but being that she was an identical twin, she even sounded like Lexa.
"Ssh.., it's alreet.., Charlie drank too much whiskey, he's fast asleep." Bengiman said as he lifted up the bottom of the covers. Leah removed the wash cloth and opened her eyes, where she saw to her shock the Englishman had slipped his head down under the sheets and now was grasping her inner thighs as he buried his mouth between her legs.
"Ah.., " Leah gasped as she lifted herself up on her elbows, knees pointing up to the ceiling as she felt the warmth of his wet tongue licking and lapping against the soft pink folds of her moist skin. Now not once did Leah cry out for him to stop, nor did she identify herself to Bengiman, who told her how she tasted like honey, sweet and juicy like a ripe, lush berry, as she released all the tension in an explosion of dripping fluid all over his face. Suddenly with the enthralling exuberance with which she came, Leah felt the pain in her aching head dissipate. Overwhelmed and breathing hard, Leah had enjoyed this pleasure form her husband, now and again, but he was not very good at it, and she thought to herself if eating pussy was an Olympic sport, then Bengiman Pruce would win all the Gold Medals!
"Oh, Lexa.., I love it when you squirm! You're oh so sexy! My American Queen!" Bengiman sighed with great satisfaction.
Here again Leah had the opportunity to tell Bengiman that she was not Lexa and that he was mistaken, but instead Leah threw back the covers watching as the amorous Englishman licked her thighs saying in a voice that was soft and seductive telling him "I want some more." to which she reached down between her legs pulling him forward, up and on top of her.
"Say please." he said enticingly.
"Please Bengiman..," Leah said as the overwhelming desire to be touched, and loved, and wanted filled her up with wanting and longing, as the weight of Bengimn's large, muscular body was pressing down, and deep, into the heat of her willing flesh, skin on skin, kisses on the mouth, pulling of hair and gnashing of teeth. Leah had not been with her husband in nearly 5 weeks, and her jealousy surpassed all reason, so she gladly, eagerly, gave herself up to Bengiman, who eagerly and effectively sated her pleasure, filling her deep, needful desires with every inch she could take of him. So intense and satisfying was she to him that Bengiman actually believed Lexa was perhaps, finally, falling in love with him, so great was the display of her emotion and vigor. For she would move and reposition herself like a young, lustful college girl, taking him in every way possible. To our lucky Bengiman it was one of the hottest sex sessions he ever encountered. Many times he was forced to cover her mouth with one of his free hands, just to keep her quiet, so loud were her cries of ecstasy as Bengiman brought himself to bare upon her, with all the surging strength of a hurricane. So Bengiman stayed down in 'Lexa's' bed, each fucking and sucking their way to sexual nirvana, and never once did Leah stop to wonder why Bengiman had come to her sister's room? She knew not. Were they having an affair? At this point Leah did not care. All she saw was an opportunity to have a bit of fun, cheat on her husband, fuck this giant of a man, whom she had always had a little crush on. Now it had come to this, Leah and Bengiman were there together in Lexa's bed and no one knew, just yet.
Leah rolled over opening her eyes as she yawned.
"What's wrong hun'?" she asked sitting up exposing her naked breasts.
"My head is killing me, and I can't get Jason to go back to sleep." Leah lamented her eyes winced in pain, brow furrowed.
"Do you want me to go wake up Charles?" she asked with great concern in her voice.
"No..," Leah paused rubbing her temples "why aren't you in bed with him?"
Lexa let out a little sigh then she said "he did not invite me."
"Oh?" Leah replied not knowing what to say.
"Yes.., well, we have sort of grown apart, here lately." Lexa confided in her sister, who was now thinking the visit Charles paid to Felina in Bermuda was more than just a family meeting, but Leah said nothing of her suspicion to Lexa, who was more than happy to get up out of bed at three o'clock in the morning and help her sister out. So she made Leah curl up in her own bed, whereupon Lexa slipped on her sister's robe, covering up her nakedness as she fetched a cold compress for Leah's fevered brow, telling her "Now I'll shut off the light, you just rest here a little while, and I will take care of Jason for you, alright sweetie?"
"Thank you Lexa.., you always take such good care of me, you are the best sister, and friend to me, in the whole entire world!" Leah said as she gave her sister a gentle, loving smile.
"Do you know why I take such good care of you Leah?" here she softly brushed a golden curl off Leah's cheek then she said sweetly "Because I love you, and you are everything to me. That is why I have not left you here all alone, that is why I watch over you and protect you, because I only want for you to be happy and safe." a few understanding, sympathetic looks were exchanged between the two, who had shared a womb, and thirty years on Earth together and they both prayed that nothing, or no one, would ever be able to tear them apart.
"I love you too Lexa, more than you will ever know." Leah said as she watched her sister go. With that Leah was left alone in her sister's warm, comfortable bed, the sheets scented with her french perfume. There in the silence and the stillness of her memories, she thought how she wished she had never come to Argentina, never met Xation, never had his baby, never married him. For, as we all know and have been made well aware of in our own poor miserable love-lives, jealousy can be as cruel as the grave. Sometimes we all think we would feel much better six feet under, than walking with our heads and hearts so low, above the ground. So with the pain unabating in her brain, Leah pondered what her life would be like if she and Lexa were still two party girls, out for some fun, for though she was still young, just turned 30, and she had got her body back into shape, still looking hot in her little black bikini, she was now married with a son, bored out of her mind, feeling as if the life she had known had come undone. Leah felt that all she had to show for her life was a handsome husband, she rarely got to see, a gorgeous big/empty house, and access to a fortune in the millions of dollars, but she was so amazingly unhappy, for one simple reason, without the attention and affection a woman so desperately needs from her husband, Leah found she had no purpose, or goal in life, no direction with which to proceed. This is a very dangerous time in a young brides life, for without a clear direction, it is very easy to begin to spiral out of control and act out in ways that a clear-headed lady would not, and never, proceed. Though with these thoughts in her heart and mind Leah truly believed she could overcome her rage and disappointment in her marriage, but by what hand of providence she had no idea, nor could she know how the Fates were plotting against her, soon they would open up a path for her to plunge head long first, and at the end of the journey Leah would realize just how little she was truly worth.
As Leah lie there trying to quite her brain; which flowed in all directions in strange streams of thoughts in her consciousness, such is the case with a restless heart and mind, she heard Lexa's bedroom door slowly open, she, saying nothing, seeing nothing with the cold wet washcloth over her eyes, to her surprise Leah heard Bengiman whisper as he neared the foot of the bed. "Lexa.., I've come to play."
"Bengiman." Leah whispered, but being that she was an identical twin, she even sounded like Lexa.
"Ssh.., it's alreet.., Charlie drank too much whiskey, he's fast asleep." Bengiman said as he lifted up the bottom of the covers. Leah removed the wash cloth and opened her eyes, where she saw to her shock the Englishman had slipped his head down under the sheets and now was grasping her inner thighs as he buried his mouth between her legs.
"Ah.., " Leah gasped as she lifted herself up on her elbows, knees pointing up to the ceiling as she felt the warmth of his wet tongue licking and lapping against the soft pink folds of her moist skin. Now not once did Leah cry out for him to stop, nor did she identify herself to Bengiman, who told her how she tasted like honey, sweet and juicy like a ripe, lush berry, as she released all the tension in an explosion of dripping fluid all over his face. Suddenly with the enthralling exuberance with which she came, Leah felt the pain in her aching head dissipate. Overwhelmed and breathing hard, Leah had enjoyed this pleasure form her husband, now and again, but he was not very good at it, and she thought to herself if eating pussy was an Olympic sport, then Bengiman Pruce would win all the Gold Medals!
"Oh, Lexa.., I love it when you squirm! You're oh so sexy! My American Queen!" Bengiman sighed with great satisfaction.
Here again Leah had the opportunity to tell Bengiman that she was not Lexa and that he was mistaken, but instead Leah threw back the covers watching as the amorous Englishman licked her thighs saying in a voice that was soft and seductive telling him "I want some more." to which she reached down between her legs pulling him forward, up and on top of her.
"Say please." he said enticingly.
"Please Bengiman..," Leah said as the overwhelming desire to be touched, and loved, and wanted filled her up with wanting and longing, as the weight of Bengimn's large, muscular body was pressing down, and deep, into the heat of her willing flesh, skin on skin, kisses on the mouth, pulling of hair and gnashing of teeth. Leah had not been with her husband in nearly 5 weeks, and her jealousy surpassed all reason, so she gladly, eagerly, gave herself up to Bengiman, who eagerly and effectively sated her pleasure, filling her deep, needful desires with every inch she could take of him. So intense and satisfying was she to him that Bengiman actually believed Lexa was perhaps, finally, falling in love with him, so great was the display of her emotion and vigor. For she would move and reposition herself like a young, lustful college girl, taking him in every way possible. To our lucky Bengiman it was one of the hottest sex sessions he ever encountered. Many times he was forced to cover her mouth with one of his free hands, just to keep her quiet, so loud were her cries of ecstasy as Bengiman brought himself to bare upon her, with all the surging strength of a hurricane. So Bengiman stayed down in 'Lexa's' bed, each fucking and sucking their way to sexual nirvana, and never once did Leah stop to wonder why Bengiman had come to her sister's room? She knew not. Were they having an affair? At this point Leah did not care. All she saw was an opportunity to have a bit of fun, cheat on her husband, fuck this giant of a man, whom she had always had a little crush on. Now it had come to this, Leah and Bengiman were there together in Lexa's bed and no one knew, just yet.
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