Uncompromising Portraits

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

It took some time to decide just how to break the news of her modeling to Gabriel, but Sydney made plans over the following few days. It wasn’t so much a lot of intricate preparations, as it was getting into a perfectly seductive frame of mind, so that Gabriel would say yes, without so much as a second thought.

She chose candles and sensuous music, and his favorite foods, and a lacy, body-fitting camisole to catch his interest. When she wanted a good rousing f**k, it wasn’t unusual for her to ply him with a passionate meal, candlelight, and nothing but a provocative wisp of silk to tease him. She really didn’t need to go to all that trouble for a hot f**k; Gabriel was willing most any time. But she liked the trappings of a romantic evening as much as the hot s*x afterwards. She knew Gabriel liked it, too.

Gabe was traditional in his thinking about husbands and wives, coming from an extensive and very conventional Italian family. But he had a hidden, kinky side that he enjoyed with Syd. So, she showed hers back. Unfortunately, he liked keeping most of his offbeat passions under wraps, behind closed doors, just between the two of them, and on rare occasions.

As the evening began, Sydney and Gabriel were like lovebirds, sitting at the small table by the window, the two looking out on the meandering grounds of their apartment complex. Gabriel’s eyes were gleaming lustily as he gazed at Sydney’s chest. He watched how her breasts moved when she breathed, sensuously, in and out. He didn’t realize how her simple breathing could seduce him so thoroughly. He loved the way the dark lace of the tight camisole, how it covered just enough to make him want to get inside the lingerie – as if he’d never seen the flesh beneath.

Eyeing her husband, Sydney could see him responding just as she planned. As he stared at her, she could feel her n*****s harden in response – as if they were connected to his brain.

“You’re making it hard to eat, Syd,” he said, as he tasted a mouthful of the pasta on his plate.

“That’s the point, isn’t it?”

“You have something special in mind?” he asked.

“Just you.” She wasn’t about to suggest what other things she had in mind, this would be a slow deliberate seduction.

Gabriel’s c**k was swelling pleasantly in his pants, just a shade before a full erection. He liked it poised and ready, pulsing every few seconds in anticipation of what would come. Sydney had the most tender sweet smile, her eyes dripped licentious lust, sometimes sparkling with fire. Now they were pure s*x, and it was eating him away inside.

Just as he was finishing his meal, Gabriel watched amazed as his wife slipped easily to the floor, underneath the table. She crawled between his legs, and found the zipper on his pants. He helped her out, wiggling just enough so that she could complete her task: opening his pants and finding the p***s that had already been pleasing him in the way it throbbed against the denim fabric of his jeans.

“You hot little wench,” he purred, as he leaned back in the chair, feeling his wife’s mouth begin to suck the head.

He heard her soft moans coming from under the table. She was such a provocative woman, and technique? Whoa, he found himself well on his way to one fine orgasm when he made her pull away. He wanted more than just oral s*x. He had every intention of plowing into her juicy cunt and rolling around their bed, and on the floor, and everywhere else they happened to land.

Pulling Sydney to her feet, Gabriel held her close to him, and fondled her breasts through the lace teddy. He wanted to rip the thing away and screw her like mad, but he would wait, be subtle, sensuous. She loved long lovemaking, even when they were grabbing at each other madly to get off. She always said that holding off made the finale that much more exciting, and he had to agree. It seemed strange to him that his wife was such a naturally accomplished lover, when he thought he should be the expert. He knew she wasn’t all that experienced when he married her, but she caught on easily to what pleased them both, and wasn’t at all shy about anything s****l.

At times, he had mixed feelings about her s****l genius, but he certainly wouldn’t tonight. And by the time they got to the couch, he was too far gone to do anything but enjoy.

Gabriel lay down on his back while Sydney climbed on top. She teased him with her wet p***y, massaging the sensitive head of his p***s with gentle in and out strokes.

“Oh god, Syd, do that more,” he let her know how much it pleased him. She didn’t have to have any verbal encouragement, it was feeling so good for her, she could go on for hours this way; that is, until her mounting orgasm peaked, and she would glide into her own climax.

They rocked together c**k to cunt for several minutes, Gabriel’s hands exploring her, Sydney’s kisses covering his face. He loved being licked and kissed around his mouth.

Before long, he couldn’t stand it anymore, and he thrust himself deep into her cunt, and pumped her hard. A hand on either side of her hips, grasped her tightly as he worked her body on top of his.

“Yeeeeawwwwww!” his scream roared in the air, and as his prick shot into her, she squeezed down hard to milk him dry.

He remained inside her while he recouped. Still hard, he was certain they’d have another go round before the night was over. Now, Syd was enjoying the moment for herself, the slowing diminishing c**k was a gentle lover to her tender places.

When she finally pulled away and collapsed next to him, Gabriel pressed his fingers to her cunt and began to play, finding the little release spots in the folds of her p***y. One finger pressed just inside where the “G” spot made her shoot with a wild burst of pleasure, and in a few short moments, she was churning with a satisfying climax.

“Oh, my god, Gabe, that feels so perfect.” She rocked against his hand until all the tingling died away.

“God, I’m lucky to have you,” he said with a contented sigh.

She could feel the love, an enveloping peace that made her heart as happy as the rest of her.

“I know. I’m really good, aren’t I?” she agreed with him. She stroked his chest, pulled his disheveled shirt away, and began to kiss his hard pecs and the tiny male n*****s.

“You still horny?” he asked.

“Yeah, but I can wait. I have a long night planned.”

He held her for some time, thinking that there wasn’t anything more blissful than this.

“Gabe, we’ve got something to discuss,” Sydney ventured after a few moments of calm.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. And I think it’s going be difficult, but I want you to consider this seriously. Look at all sides of this before you say anything, and just think about it before you make a decision. Okay?”

“Sure, what’s up?” There was a trace of caution in his voice.

“You know I’ve been wanting to have more time to paint. I mean, I have the opportunity to show some paintings next month, if I could get some time away from the Cafe, I’d really be able to finish those, and you never know, I might sell a few more.”

“Sounds good to me,” Gabriel remarked. “But you’d probably need to quit your job.”

“I don’t think I can, honey. We have the car payment, and the credit cards, but I could make up the money with another job.”

“What’s that?”

“Malcolm Eisley, my art instructor. He wants me to pose for him, and he’ll pay me very well. I’d probably be working half the hours, and make almost as much. It would be a terrific opportunity to get everything I’ve been wanting.”

“Posing?” he queried.

“Yeah, posing.”

“Nude?”

She took a deep breath. “Yeah, nude.”

“Out of the question!” For a big man, Gabriel popped up from the sofa rapidly, pushing his wife away at the same time, almost knocking her to the floor.”

He’d been so peaceful after s*x, but it obviously didn’t stick, since his eyes were glaring instantly, and Sydney could read the raging emotion ready to explode. She bristled with the sudden rude turn. At the very least, she expected him to be rational. He stood over her, while she remained slumped against the couch.

“I forbid you to do it,” he said, with atypical venom pouring from him.

“Forbid?” she blared. She immediately sat up straight and looked him in the eye. “What do you think, you own me?”

“You’re my wife, I don’t want you running around acting like a common slut.”

“Is that what you think of me?” she asked.

“Sometimes,” he admitted.

“You don’t mean that?”

“You’re posing nude. That’s exactly what I’d think!”

“You fuckin’ asshole!”

Sydney swept up the lace teddy that had fallen to the floor, and stormed into the bedroom slamming the door behind her.

An hour later Sydney came out, no less angry than she’d been before; though she knew that not talking wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

Unfortunately, Gabriel was no less angry either. She knew right away that she wouldn’t be getting anywhere with him. That was okay, she’d made her decision. Malcolm was right, this was a defining moment in her marriage. Was she going to let Gabriel treat her as chattel all their lives, or was she going to be free to pursue what she wanted to do? She couldn’t see it any other way. He was being unreasonable, and she wouldn’t have it. If he had started out a little more understanding, and hadn’t leveled the nasty judgment at her, she might had gone along with him, but now!

“I’ve made up my mind,” she announced. Gabriel had picked up the dining room, and was doing the dishes in the kitchen, his task punctuated by a cold and stormy silence.

“So.” He barely looked at her.

“I’m going to do it.”

He instantly froze as if he really didn’t expect that answer. But once he’d gotten it, he was clear about what he would say.

“That’s fine,” he answered coldly. “You do that, and I’ll be moving out.”

“You’ll what?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I’m not going to have my wife parading her body for god knows who, even if it is in the interest of art.”

“Gabriel, this is the human body, it’s not s*x and it’s not lust, it’s just the rendering of form and grace and exquisite line.”

“Well it will have to be someone else’s exquisite line, not yours!”

“No, it will be mine. You’re being irrational and idiotic, and I’m not going to let you get away with it.”

“You’re putting this all on me. You didn’t want my opinion, you just wanted to butter me up with your nasty hot s*x. You expected me to agree to anything you wanted. Well, go ahead and pose for the entire world, Sydney, but don’t expect me to be here to get you off when you get horny, because I won’t stay.”

“You’d really break up our marriage over this?” she asked dumbfounded.

“You’d really challenge our marriage just to make this stupid point?”

“It’s not stupid. It’s about being true to me, about my personal freedom. I’m not going to screw around, I don’t want that. But I don’t want you imposing this authoritarian crap on me like you were my master.”

“You can have all the personal freedom you want, do whatever you like. But it’s not the way I want my marriage.”

“Well, if you’re going to be so backward and narrow minded, I’m not sure I want you for a husband,” she barked.

“Well good. That pretty much settles it.”

There was a lump the size of a grapefruit in her stomach, another in her throat, and it felt like the whole world was crashing down around her. She loved Gabriel, the gentle, generous, passionate creative man, but she hated this attitude of his. And what was worse was the underlying feeling that he never had, and never would, approve of her s****l appetites. Sure he liked the s*x, but as strange as it seemed, she often thought he found her too loose. In the back of his mind, he seemed to have this feeling that she was just too s****l to be a good wife. Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!