Brewing Rage

Afterwards, Jeff started to drift off to sleep; Veronica lay down beside him. Watching Pete lap up Kim's pussy juices as his cum oozed out of her and ran down her legs, evoked feelings in Veronica that she was never aware she had. She got off the bed and went to Kim and Pete's. "Can I join you?" she asked Pete. He smiled as she darted to Kim's pussy. 

Pete gazed as Veronica's wet tongue slowly began brushing up against Kim's inner inviting lips. Knowing this was her first time tasting another woman's cunt escalated his excitement. Veronica's tempo increased as she was sensing the arousal Kim felt by her tongue-lashing. 

When Kim's effusive flow went into Veronica's mouth and then Pete's, Pete's cock dripped with pre-cum. Veronica swallowed her initial taste of a woman, contently licked her lips and then after lavishing Pete's balls with her moist tongue, took them deep in her mouth and sucked them. Subsequently, she focused on his prick, until his hearty eruption into her welcoming mouth. After enjoying the fruits of her endeavors sliding down her throat, Pete and Veronica got comfortable on the bed; Kim joined Jeff on the other one. 

Veronica and Pete kissed passionately, with their arms wrapped around each other. Their tongues danced together as Kim's cum mixed with Pete's whirled in their mouths. It was clear they both enjoyed the swinging experience and would be doing it again soon. 

Pete called Veronica 8am early one Saturday morning a few weeks later and told her to get ready for 10am. Veronica could hear something in his tone suggesting some urgency. She questioned what it was about but he was shrouded in secrecy. The doorbell rang at precisely 10am. 

A limousine driver stood at the door and handed her a note from Pete. After reading that Pete wanted her to go with him, she left with the driver. She could see her pesky neighbors looking out their windows at the stretch limo, wondering what was going on. She wondered the same.

Arriving at The California Spa, one known for catering to the rich, Veronica was greeted at the door by a sleek blond woman who introduced herself as Suzanne. Suzanne gave her the grand tour. Today she would get the full beauty treatment she was informed, including a soothing mud bath, massage, facial, French manicure and pedicure, culminating with a makeup application and hair styling. A spa lunch of a chicken salad was included.

Veronica wasn't used to being pampered but it was pleasurable and relaxing. I could get used to this, she laughed to herself. When she finished, Suzanne gave her a gift basket containing various oils and lotions and perfume. Veronica stepped into the limo that the driver held open for her, and after sitting down she spotted a package on the adjacent seat. The driver told her to wait until she was back at her house to see what was inside. Her curiosity was killing her but she respected Pete's wishes.

As soon as she arrived at her house, she tore the wrapping and looked inside the box. The most exquisite dress she ever saw lay there. Pete's enclosed note told her to put it on. She did. The silky red dress, her revitalized body and coiffed hair, Veronica was a vision of beauty. She had never looked more radiant. 

The doorbell rang, she opened the door and there stood Pete. "You look lovely sweetheart," he said to her after momentarily being spellbound by the sight of her. "Your chariot awaits." When they left her house she was shocked to see a horse drawn carriage right in front, awaiting their arrival. Holding her hand, he led her to her seat and sat down beside her. Then they were on their way. 

They reached their destination and Pete helped Veronica out of the carriage. Chivalry was far from dead. At the elegant restaurant, The Supper Club, Veronica began eating her full-course meal with butterflies in her stomach. They made small talk but it was obvious something significant was on Pete's mind. When dessert was about to be served, Pete oblivious to the stares of the other customers, got on one knee. He took Veronica's hand and looked deep into her dazzling eyes. 

"Ever since the day we met, you have been the only woman I want. You are everything to me. You are my love, my world, and hopefully you will agree to be my wife. Veronica will you marry me?" With that, he took out a little box from his pocket and opened it. 

Veronica looked at the most beautiful ring she had ever seen and at Pete's handsome face. "Yes my love, I would be honored to be your wife" she replied, as some tears streamed down. Pete's fingers wiped them away. He placed the ring on the 3rd finger of her left hand and it fit perfectly, as did Veronica and Pete. They danced the night away. 

The following days, they made their rounds to tell those important to them about their engagement. When Veronica told her the wonderful news, Maeve insisted on throwing them an engagement party and said she would have it arranged for the following Saturday. 

Pete told his co-workers about the engagement and the upcoming party; that was the easy part. Telling his parents wasn't quite as simple; Pete was apprehensive. Expecting a scene, he was relieved to get a calm reaction when he told his parents. They even agreed to show up at the engagement party. Their explanation was that they previously tried to discourage him from an interracial marriage for his sake but that his happiness came first. He was slightly suspicious by what they said but hoped it was sincere.

His next visit, to his ex, would be more difficult. Pete was nervous about telling Lauren, but he felt as the mother of his daughters, he should tell her personally. He geared himself up for her response. She answered the door and seeing him standing there to see her, not their daughters, caught her off guard. He sensed some hope in her eyes. 

Lauren was a beautiful redhead. The combination of her long straight hair and striking green eyes was a weakness it took him long to get over. He thought he could resist her now. She led him to the kitchen, and sitting with her in the same kitchen where they numerous times had sex on the counter, floor and every other place imaginable, made them both nostalgic. 

Lauren poured him a drink thinking that he had come to tell her that he was through with Veronica and that he wanted her back. Pete knew he had to muster the courage to tell her that he was instead engaged. He let her pour him a second drink after downing the first one hurriedly. They started to reminisce and laughed together for an hour at least, oblivious to the fact they were divorced and on unfriendly terms.

Lauren suddenly got up from her chair and asked Pete to join her. He thought she wanted him to reach for something. He was right but he wasn't expecting what she wanted him to reach for. She lifted herself onto the counter and opened her legs wide. He stared at the pussy he loved to eat during their marriage and dreamed of for years after they split. "Eat my cunt, baby" Lauren said. 

He refused at first but Lauren began rubbing her clit and moaning. Sticking in 3 fingers in her hole of pleasure then out, she fed them to Pete to sample what she had to offer. He could smell her aroma on her fingers and as he sucked them clean he tasted her once again, much like he envisioned in his fantasies after they had just broken up. He could no longer resist. He moved his face to her dripping pussy and his tongue began painting this canvass of lust. 

His impassioned movements in her cunt made her squirm and scream out. His licks sped up and when he felt her shudder and squirt all over his face like she used to, he realized something. Much as he loved everything about her pussy and how it felt to savour her effusive release again, she wasn't Veronica. He didn't love Lauren anymore. Veronica was the only woman he ever wanted to taste again. This was a mistake. 

Lauren saw the look of regret on his face and couldn't understand why. She got off the counter and went over to Pete, who had sat down on a kitchen chair once again. "What's wrong?" she asked. Pete took a deep breath and told her the reason he had dropped by. "Get out" she ordered, weeping. He did as she said. Pete decided not to confess to Veronica about what happened. What would that accomplish, he reckoned. 

The night of the engagement party arrived; Pete and Veronica looked very much the happy couple. Maeve helped the caterers in the kitchen, while Pete and Veronica greeted their guests Alex and Jill Prince, Rob Saunders and the rest of Pete's co-workers, Veronica's business associates, Veronica and Pete's friends, and of course Pete's 2 daughters. All showed up for the big event. 

Everyone mingled, hors d'oeuvres were served and consumed, drinks flowed. The night was going extremely well. The kitchen was now empty, caterers were attending to the visitors and Maeve was chatting with some of Veronica's friends. Later, Pete sipped coffee while talking with his parents in the kitchen; shortly thereafter Veronica spotted Pete having a heated discussion with Rob Saunders there, coffee still in hand. Veronica wondered what both conversations were about. She would ask Pete later, she made a mental note to herself. Pete's nose suddenly started bleeding.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang and Veronica attended to it. There stood Lauren, clearly inebriated. "Did Pete tell you about the fun we had? Lauren sneered. Pete, hearing the commotion as Veronica told her it was best she leave and Lauren refusing to do so, tried in vain to keep Lauren from bursting into the house and making a scene. 

"Tell everyone Pete. Tell them how you touched me and licked me"; Lauren's words were slurred. Pete managed to get her into the kitchen. Veronica followed wanting to know what Lauren was mumbling about. Pete knew he had to come clean. 

He took Veronica to one end of the kitchen, as Lauren stood at the other side. Pete explained to Veronica exactly what happened. He spared no details. He took full blame for his actions. "I'm so sorry Veronica. Please forgive me. I love only you."