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imaginarietBethany Coll: Moved into apt with boyfriend William Coll. He started military career, she started medical career. He decided to switch careers and skyrocketed through the Business career path and is now Chairman of the Board of some mega-corporation. Bethany was doing extraordinarily well in the much more complicated Medical path, but has capped off at Gene Specialist (?) after the births of her three children (Genevieve - 8; John - 4; Michael - 6 months [??]). Financially they struggled a bit at first, but after both achieved their lifetime goals at a young age they came into some "inheritance" money after the deaths of some long lost relatives.
I digress. After their wedding the honeymooned in Champs Le Sims, France. Bethany thrived in the small french village and, after many adventures, found she had an affinity for it. After a long stint of vacation from work she grew restless and her nerves were on end being home by herself often, taking care of their three children, tending the garden and caring for the house. She decided to revisit Champ Le Sims to relax and build up her visa level, in hopes of being able to purchase a vacation home.
And then she met Margot Petit.
She returned to the bookstore after taking care of some business for the owner, (insert name here). At a table, nose buried in a book, legs elegantly crossed, sat a beautiful young lady with big, dark eyes and short, dark hair. She introduced herself tentatively and found herself flirting with the girl, asking if she was single and talking of astrology. The flirted for at least an hour in the small shop before exchanging information and going on their way. This would be the meager start of a whole new relationship and chapter of Bethany's life.
They continue their flirting, bumping into each other here and there around town and even employing Bethany to do a few favors for her. In short time, Bethany decides to throw caution to the wind and spend the rest of her six-day vacation with her. They have a passionate affair, testing Bethany's boundaries and taking her places she's never been before--in addition to the excitement of having to sneak around the paparazzi.
Bethany just assumes this will be just a fling in a foreign land, something fun and wild and carefree, some wild oats she never had a chance to sow -- until she returns home and finds herself having long conversations with her Margot almost every night and waiting excitedly for the next time she will see her again. She talks often about Margot meeting her children, perhaps having a family vacation out there once a vacation home can be afforded, and even of Margot and William meeting.
Despite her budding feelings for Margot, she IS still in love with her husband and very much happy with her family and home life. She continues tending to her garden, taking care of her housework and their three beautiful children, and perhaps they even try for child number four? Everything is going swimmingly until Bethany can once again afford the time and money for a vacation to Champs Le Sim.
Things pick right up where they left off: hot, steamy and beautiful. This time Bethany has come for a much longer vacation, around a month, and in that month they decide to bunk together, spending as much time as possible. They realize now all the things they have in common, and that they truly do care for each other. This temporary fling that started on her only lone vacation has turned into something much more, and it leaves Bethany much to think about.
They decide to try things for real, and even once she goes home they continue their relationship over the phone until she can make it back out.
Here things get fuzzy. Maybe William takes a girlfriend since she's gone so often? She takes the kids out to France once they're old enough so they can meet her? Even though they still need to sneak around to hide it from the kids. They spend a lot of time in France with Margot. Perhaps she even comes to Bethany and William's house for a while? Perhaps Bethany even moves into her own home with the kids and lets William stay at the house? Maybe she just brings Margot with her and they find a place together, and she leaves the kids with William? Perhaps William and Bethany get back together (never fully divorce!!! Just patch things up!!) and they finish out their days happy and in love. Margot goes home and moves on?
Long nights drinking nectar together and talking. Learning how to appreciate the true nature of nectar, and thus how to brew it (her family has a long history of nectar makers? Perhaps an empire built on it?). Long, warm days spent together, reading a good book under the shade of a great tree with a picnic, traveling to the markets, appreciating the spices and rich aromas associated with them. Bright, warm culture. Flower fields and woody adventures. Learns how to truly brew nectar from the owner of the Nectary with Margot.
Margot giggled. "She loves her nectar, does she not? The taste on her lips, mm," she licked her lips, "delicious. Tastes just like her." She flashed a knowing smile and winked, lifting the cup to her lips and sipping daintily. Her tiny, slender finger edged the rim as she stared thoughtfully into the cup, nostalgia in her gaze. "I remember," she started, her accent thick, "she did have a favorite recipe once. It was, let me remember -- two part cranerlet grape, two part cherry, two part life fruit, one part pomegranate, one part pomelo, one part flame fruit and one part apple; 'as a finisher,' she used to say. She made many a bottle of this, drank many a bottle. The flavor, it reminds me of her the most. The aroma, the tingle in your belly, the warmth in your limbs... yes," she smiled again, "it reminds me very much of her."
He could suddenly see what attracted her to Margot. Her cheeks pinked with the nectar she drank, her eyes glittered and darkened and they floated lazily wherever they turned. Her lips swelled and reddened as though she was aroused, sweet nectar moistened them. Her hands casually brushed her short, dark hair from the face that it framed, while the other hand busied itself with the cup of red liquid on the table in front of her. She was all femininity and grace, everything you thought of when you though of France. Young, beautiful, elegant, and completely romantic; completely wrapped up in her -- his wife.
He imagined them on a lazy morning: the sun spilling through the curtains, a warm breeze coming through the window, them lying in the bed, tangled in sheets and each others limbs. Warm and cozy, unwound by the nectar and each others company. Margot's young, plump lips caressing the fair skin of his wife's neck, her tiny, dainty fingertips grazing his wife's taut pink nipples. The sweet, soft moans coming from the back of his wife's throat as her head falls back, eyes half closed, completely lost in this beautiful, exotic woman...
He felt his cock hardening uncomfortably under the table. He glanced back at Margot whom he found watching him, eyes dark and lidded, mouth swollen and stained from the nectar. He stiffened more. He tried shifting down in his seat to relieve some of the pressure and Margot smirked, tilting her head and taking another sip from her cup.
"You are uncomfortable?" she asked, sounding every bit concerned. "I do apologize. We could move to some place more comfortable but we must wait for my... for Bethany, you understand." She flushed all over again and looked away.
I digress. After their wedding the honeymooned in Champs Le Sims, France. Bethany thrived in the small french village and, after many adventures, found she had an affinity for it. After a long stint of vacation from work she grew restless and her nerves were on end being home by herself often, taking care of their three children, tending the garden and caring for the house. She decided to revisit Champ Le Sims to relax and build up her visa level, in hopes of being able to purchase a vacation home.
And then she met Margot Petit.
She returned to the bookstore after taking care of some business for the owner, (insert name here). At a table, nose buried in a book, legs elegantly crossed, sat a beautiful young lady with big, dark eyes and short, dark hair. She introduced herself tentatively and found herself flirting with the girl, asking if she was single and talking of astrology. The flirted for at least an hour in the small shop before exchanging information and going on their way. This would be the meager start of a whole new relationship and chapter of Bethany's life.
They continue their flirting, bumping into each other here and there around town and even employing Bethany to do a few favors for her. In short time, Bethany decides to throw caution to the wind and spend the rest of her six-day vacation with her. They have a passionate affair, testing Bethany's boundaries and taking her places she's never been before--in addition to the excitement of having to sneak around the paparazzi.
Bethany just assumes this will be just a fling in a foreign land, something fun and wild and carefree, some wild oats she never had a chance to sow -- until she returns home and finds herself having long conversations with her Margot almost every night and waiting excitedly for the next time she will see her again. She talks often about Margot meeting her children, perhaps having a family vacation out there once a vacation home can be afforded, and even of Margot and William meeting.
Despite her budding feelings for Margot, she IS still in love with her husband and very much happy with her family and home life. She continues tending to her garden, taking care of her housework and their three beautiful children, and perhaps they even try for child number four? Everything is going swimmingly until Bethany can once again afford the time and money for a vacation to Champs Le Sim.
Things pick right up where they left off: hot, steamy and beautiful. This time Bethany has come for a much longer vacation, around a month, and in that month they decide to bunk together, spending as much time as possible. They realize now all the things they have in common, and that they truly do care for each other. This temporary fling that started on her only lone vacation has turned into something much more, and it leaves Bethany much to think about.
They decide to try things for real, and even once she goes home they continue their relationship over the phone until she can make it back out.
Here things get fuzzy. Maybe William takes a girlfriend since she's gone so often? She takes the kids out to France once they're old enough so they can meet her? Even though they still need to sneak around to hide it from the kids. They spend a lot of time in France with Margot. Perhaps she even comes to Bethany and William's house for a while? Perhaps Bethany even moves into her own home with the kids and lets William stay at the house? Maybe she just brings Margot with her and they find a place together, and she leaves the kids with William? Perhaps William and Bethany get back together (never fully divorce!!! Just patch things up!!) and they finish out their days happy and in love. Margot goes home and moves on?
Long nights drinking nectar together and talking. Learning how to appreciate the true nature of nectar, and thus how to brew it (her family has a long history of nectar makers? Perhaps an empire built on it?). Long, warm days spent together, reading a good book under the shade of a great tree with a picnic, traveling to the markets, appreciating the spices and rich aromas associated with them. Bright, warm culture. Flower fields and woody adventures. Learns how to truly brew nectar from the owner of the Nectary with Margot.
Margot giggled. "She loves her nectar, does she not? The taste on her lips, mm," she licked her lips, "delicious. Tastes just like her." She flashed a knowing smile and winked, lifting the cup to her lips and sipping daintily. Her tiny, slender finger edged the rim as she stared thoughtfully into the cup, nostalgia in her gaze. "I remember," she started, her accent thick, "she did have a favorite recipe once. It was, let me remember -- two part cranerlet grape, two part cherry, two part life fruit, one part pomegranate, one part pomelo, one part flame fruit and one part apple; 'as a finisher,' she used to say. She made many a bottle of this, drank many a bottle. The flavor, it reminds me of her the most. The aroma, the tingle in your belly, the warmth in your limbs... yes," she smiled again, "it reminds me very much of her."
He could suddenly see what attracted her to Margot. Her cheeks pinked with the nectar she drank, her eyes glittered and darkened and they floated lazily wherever they turned. Her lips swelled and reddened as though she was aroused, sweet nectar moistened them. Her hands casually brushed her short, dark hair from the face that it framed, while the other hand busied itself with the cup of red liquid on the table in front of her. She was all femininity and grace, everything you thought of when you though of France. Young, beautiful, elegant, and completely romantic; completely wrapped up in her -- his wife.
He imagined them on a lazy morning: the sun spilling through the curtains, a warm breeze coming through the window, them lying in the bed, tangled in sheets and each others limbs. Warm and cozy, unwound by the nectar and each others company. Margot's young, plump lips caressing the fair skin of his wife's neck, her tiny, dainty fingertips grazing his wife's taut pink nipples. The sweet, soft moans coming from the back of his wife's throat as her head falls back, eyes half closed, completely lost in this beautiful, exotic woman...
He felt his cock hardening uncomfortably under the table. He glanced back at Margot whom he found watching him, eyes dark and lidded, mouth swollen and stained from the nectar. He stiffened more. He tried shifting down in his seat to relieve some of the pressure and Margot smirked, tilting her head and taking another sip from her cup.
"You are uncomfortable?" she asked, sounding every bit concerned. "I do apologize. We could move to some place more comfortable but we must wait for my... for Bethany, you understand." She flushed all over again and looked away.