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They were recovering from that devastating economic slump in Pleasantview. He had gotten Bella away from all those awful influences before it could ruin his marriage. Ville de Peche was a haven after what they had been through. So many of the small towns in the Simverse had failed. People congregating in larger areas much like this one. He had neighbors moving in every day. More than anything he wanted things to work out here – maybe even add to their family. Things had been off lately. Bella seemed to put him off when he broached the subject of babies. Then, Cassandra was going through a difficult puberty. Keeping her in line was proving to be a formidable job.
The things he did just for the sake of family would make some men falter. Fortunately Alexander seemed like an absolutely normal child. He shook his head wondering what the problem was.
Elsewhere, Bella Goth was on the welcome committee for the town. People on the committee were assigned by rotations. This being her rotation had her visiting with new comers quite often since there seemed to be an influx of people lately. She loved being on the committee, or at least she had until recently. Restless would be how she described herself if one was to ask for her opinion. Nothing was making her happy. Mortimer was pressing for another baby and she could hardly stand to be in the same room with him,
and yet, if anyone asked her, she would say that she loved him. Her children were irritating,
and here again, she knew that she loved them. This feeling was driving her crazy. Maybe she should get a real job, but what was she qualified to do? Nothing. Mortimer had married her right out of high school, so she had never been to college and had no skills to speak of. Sighing, she started up the sidewalk to the door of newest house on her list…
Mortimer headed out the door for his meeting. It seemed like there was always a meeting lately. Soon, he was going to have to do something about that. Although it looked good for his image, it cut into other activities that he would just as soon others knew nothing about.
Mortimer liked to call himself a venture capitalist, but reality was something else. Having been born into a wealthy family had provided him with the means to do anything he wanted. What he wanted most? To be the most powerful man in town, have the most perfect loving, obedient family, and still be able to do what he pleased. Much like his father and his grandfather – he did what he wanted when he wanted to and with whom he wanted. Only lately had Bella been giving him grief. He wondered if his mother had ever given his father any trouble. Nah… she was perfect.
Bella rang the bell at one of the newer couples in towns home.
The Goodies, she thought was their name. Soon, a handsome blonde man answered the door; it flustered her for a moment. Thinking to herself, get a grip, he’s not the first hottie you’ve seen.
She stood outside staring at him. Something about him made things low in her pelvis pulse. It wasn’t long before he was making moves on her. She tried to pull herself out of his sensual web, but she felt more talking to him than she had felt in a long time. It didn’t take long for things to get completely out of hand. Before she knew it he had her on the beach with her shirt around her waist playing with her, kneading and pinching.
Soon she was moaning as he pushed her skirt up around her waist and started exploring her most private places and before she could get her wits together he was pushing her to her knees, positioning himself just so… and thrusting himself deep in her welcoming folds.
It didn’t take long for him to push her over the edge and follow her with one deep, long shuddering thrust. She would have pulled away from him, but he held her tight while his pulsing seed filled her womb. It didn’t take long for her to come back to herself. Looking at horror, she hurriedly straightened her clothing out.
Heath looked at her with a deep satisfaction. She had been one hot chick. He did his homework, but nothing had prepared him for her. She rushed out of there as fast as she could, but she would be back – he knew her type. He went into the house. His wife stood at the window. “What did you think?” he asked her. Coral Goodie laughed. “She just might be what we are looking for,” she answered as she took him in her arms and proceeded to wipe Bella’s memory from her husband’s thoughts.
Bella headed home. She was horrified and confused. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. All the fun was in knowing when to quit and leave them wanting more. She had never crossed the line. What if she were pregnant? Oh, no! She would have to go home and seduced her husband. What would she say? The thought was slightly repugnant. Lately every time Mortimer had come on to her she had avoided him, but she was desperate this day. Bella called out to him when he was coming in the door. He was pleasantly surprised when she was waiting for him in their bed… naked and willing for a change.
His last coherent thought as her mouth closed around him would have been disturbing – if he’d had the ability to think. I wonder what she’s been up to or wants, he thought.
Awesome zola! I wonder what the Goodies have up their sleeves...hmmm... 
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It adds an air of mystery. You just want to part the leaves to find out what is really happening.