Literotic asexstories – The True Value Pt. 03 by Nikkiejanes,Nikkiejanes
A sense of peace gradually returned, and Lisa’s mind started to open. The nightmares were a thing of the past, but new dreams followed, and they were disbursing for a different reason. Lisa was reliving her time with Craig and Peter and began to enjoy the images that invaded her mind in the dead of night. This happened with increasing frequency, and Lisa was waking up at least a little aroused.
Justin never suspected what Lisa had done to obtain his freedom and was unaware of the nightmares she had suffered when she relived every horrendous second of her ordeal.
Justin wasn’t complaining as Lisa demanded rough sex with him in the mornings following her dreams.
Lisa wasn’t sexually repressed or frigid; despite her avowal of only wanting sex with her husband. In many ways, she was exactly the opposite. Her sex life was as full as she wanted it. She had made love with Justin in every room of their home. They had also fucked in every place and way she could imagine. In the kitchen, on the table, on the stairs, everywhere and in every position they could get into, and Lisa was very supple and agile, so nowhere was off limits.
There was just one thing about her; Lisa was one of a growing number of her generation who believed in sexual abstinence before marriage and extended that to mean she would only make love with the man she was married to. Lisa also passionately believed that marriage was forever. Justin was her partner, her husband, and the love of her life. So that was a bonus.
She’d dated throughout her mid to late teens with all that that entailed, but without taking the final step, well a couple of steps before that actually. She’d kiss and let a boy touch her breasts, but that was it, and she had made that fact clear from the start, even to Justin when they started dating as student colleagues at Uni. Justin had unconditionally accepted Lisa’s conditions, and that increased her love and respect for him, and in the end, he had won her heart and hand in marriage.
As a child of British diplomats, Lisa had been educated at a private girls boarding school, so she was well aware of girl-to-girl relationships and had nothing against them per se. Although at the time she personally thought the idea of sex with another woman repulsive in the extreme. That didn’t prevent her from being the flatmate and best friend of Jannice, an openly lesbian girl at Uni. They’d shared secrets, not that Lisa had many to share, and become soul mates who’d had some great times together of a non sexual nature. One thing that cemented their relationship was Lisa had never made any moral judgements about Janice’s lifestyle choices unlike many of their peers, despite Janice knowing that Lisa strongly disapproved of it.
They had discussed Lisa’s insistence of staying ‘pure’ until she was married and like Lisa did to her Janice didn’t judge while saying that option wasn’t for her.
Lisa had watched some porn at Uni with both Janice and Justin and she still did with Justin. She found that she enjoyed it and wasn’t shocked by what they watched; but they restricted themselves to mainstream ‘vanilla’ stuff in the main. Lisa knew that like most men Justin got turned on by the inevitable girl-on-girl scenes they watched, but Lisa didn’t.
Despite her vow of only having sex with Justin, Lisa found herself more and more intrigued by the scenes where the ‘actress’ had sex with more than one man.
Maybe that exposure had had an impact on Lisa’s subconscious mind and psyche. And why Lisa was finding the dream of her time with Craig and Peter returning more and more frequently, leading to her waking up aroused and with a wet and needy pussy in the morning.
That added to Lisa’s returning torment at a time when she was supposedly free from any threats.
Lisa and Claire were bumping into one another more and more, which wasn’t surprising as they were both working, and the business district was small to say the least. Inevitably, they began to speak to each other more frequently, with Lisa discovering that Claire was a lot nicer than she had expected her to be. Claire never made any reference to what Lisa had done with Craig and Peter, the video, or her obvious interest in Lisa. There was no coffee shop for them to go to, that sort of thing wasn’t available where they lived, but after a few chats in the street, they agreed to meet up at the only decent hotel in the area where they could at least sit and talk in comfort.
Lisa had arrived first and found a table on the terrace where they wouldn’t be overheard, not that the lounge was busy at this time of the day. Claire arrived soon afterwards. Lisa was amazed at how beautiful, and it had to be admitted, sexy Claire looked as she strode confidently into the room.
Coffees were brought, and the two women chatted for a while until Claire made a subtle but non the less obvious pass at Lisa. Lisa laughed as she politely brushed the advance off. “I’m sorry Claire, as flattered as I am, and I am. You’re a very sexy looking woman but I’m not interested, and it’s got nothing to do with your brothers and what both of us have done with them. I’m not into girls, simple as that.”
“Lisa, you really are missing out on a lot of fun you know.”
“Claire, I’ve no doubt that in some ways I am, but that’s just not me. Also I believe in monogamy. I believe in my marriage vows. You’re not married and are free to play the field but I view what I said in church and before God as being sacrosanct. I swore to be faithful to my husband and that’s what I intend to be.”
“I take your point, apart from one thing. You’ve already broken those vows. Twice.”
There was a cold silence between the woman until Lisa eventually replied, “No, I was raped once, and the other time I was blackmailed and pimped out.”
“I’ll give you the rape thing,” Claire said as if that was inconsequential, “but you still had sex with Craig and Peter.”
“I had no choice.”
“There’s always a choice but let’s leave it at that for now. I don’t want to spoil things between us now that we’re becoming closer, but please Lisa, think about what I’ve offered you. And you know, I bet Justin wouldn’t consider it cheating if you went with me. Hell, if I know men it will turn him on; it does with Craig and Peter when they know I’ve been with a girl.”
Lisa laughed at Claire’s persistence as she walked back to her car and drove home. Over the next few weeks, the women’s friendship developed until Lisa asked Claire around for lunch one day.
After they’d finished a light lunch and a bottle of chilled white wine, they sat talking. Once again, Claire jokingly propositioned Lisa, who laughed the approach off, saying, “Claire, you are incorrigible, and that’s not why I invited you around. I like you, I really do. I don’t know why but I feel I can relax in your company.”
“Well, it’s like business you’ve got to be persistent and not take no for an answer. And you do excite me. Ever since I watched those videos of you and knew that you’d…” for once Claire left the words unsaid.
“Come with me, I want to show you something,” Lisa said in a voice that left Claire intrigued, even more so when she followed Lisa into her bedroom.
On the wall directly facing the bed was a 5′ x 3′ oil on canvas painting of Lisa in the provocative down-the-cleavage pose they all adored. It wasn’t a true painting or photograph but an overpainting to give a surrealistic and impressionist look, using the photograph as a base image to work from. The effect was stunning, with just enough of the original photo left to ensure that it was clear that the model was Lisa.
“Wow, fuck me. That’s something to have in your bedroom.”
“Justin loves it as much as you appear to.”
“My God it’s fabulous. Isn’t it a bit provocative though? And how did you explain it to Justin?”
“Provocative? Well, that’s why it’s in the bedroom, not the lounge. Only Justin, me and now you have ever seen it. I told him I wanted to do something different for him and that I was experimenting and this is the result. You see Claire, I have degrees in fine art restoration and history, with a second in photography and cinema. Justin knows I’m artistic and that I know my way around a camera and a pallet knife.”
“That’s unbelievable. I know you and Justin are dealing in historic artefacts and shit like that but I didn’t realise that you painted yourself.”
It was true. Lisa and Justin ran a business that involved “lost treasures,” which was why they were in the country in the first place. Lisa did all the research, then the sales. Justin did the hard work on the ground, actually finding them and more importantly, getting his hands on them. That had been the cause of his false arrest a couple of years ago.
At first, Lisa had been annoyed that he had got himself into a position where he had been arrested but realised he had been set up and that she was part of the business as much as he was.
That realisation made Lisa forget her initial blaming of Justin for her having been raped. He’d been set up. Lisa even came to believe that the set-up had been intended to put her in the position where she would have to surrender to her rapist. She had been the target from the beginning although she couldn’t understand how he knew of her.
Gazing at the picture in admiration, Claire asked suddenly, “When you screwed my brothers, what did they do to you?”
“What do you mean? They fucked me? I’m not sure I understand what you want to know?” Lisa replied, thinking, they fucked me; what more to it is there?
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