Bella's Warmth

Author's Note: The Third chapter in the love story of Bella and her son's rival, Rick. Bella allows her instincts to take her to Rick. This is not a vanilla love story. This story includes cheating. It is not discussed explicitly, but those themes are present throughout. Please only read this story if you are okay with that.

Chapter 3: Bella's Warmth

It had been a week since that night of wonders. The life in her house remained the same. Everyone went about their business. Connor went to classes, study groups, and football practice sessions. John kept on working. Her colleagues at the law firm took cases, defended clients. None of her coworkers, friends, or family noticed anything different in Bella. None of them would really notice when sometimes in the midst of doing something she would get a glassy look in her eyes. Life around Bella continued in its normal flow.

Bella's life, however, was a different story. That night had reminded her, of what her body could do. Or, more precisely, what could be done to her body. The heights of pleasure that could be coaxed out of her. Sex as Bella used to know it, was not a slow romp in the sheets like it was with John. No, it was a fight for dominance in the sheets. A fight where she fought with all her might, yet secretly rooted for her opponent. Really truly wonderful sex, as Bella remembered it, was a loud, bed-breaking adventure that rendered her bow legged for days. It was like a potent drug that she had shared with a few very lucky boys back in college. A drug that she had abstained from for nearly twenty years.

Last Friday, she had recognized the heady rush of that high once again, in that basement with Rick. She had protected that precious feeling, cared for it and coaxed it out to an orgasm so powerful that she had almost blacked out. But this was not even close to what she could accomplish with the right partner. Bella distinctly remembered orgasms from back in the day that shattered her world to the point that she actually did black out for a few hours. She remembered the feeling of free fall, as a real man made her take all his cock even as she instinctively struggled to protect those special deep places in her pussy. The way she was built, she could never force any toy so deep. And she did not really want to. She knew that her pussy was made to caress male flesh, not synthetic appendages. Brad had been intimately familiar with all her moods when he ploughed her pussy deep. He had played with her like an instrument, ringing all the bells, pushing all the correct keys.

She had thought of herself during those days as an instrument, an instrument of pleasure. The more work her lovers put into her, the more melodious her music became. In the right hands, she could sing all night. But a common thread in all her trysts during college was the type of men she chose. All dominant, powerful men, who could take matters into their own hands. Men with whom she could abandon all rational thoughts and just enjoy the ride. She was a feisty, self-respecting gal, but she knew her pleasure lay with men who could take the reins and pound her cute little ass into the wall.

Never did she ever want to personally hold the reins and coax her pleasure out like last friday. But, she is married now. Cheating was not an option, so she had to make do with what she could. At least flirting with Rick revved her motor, so to speak.

"Bella,..."

She looked up to see her husband snapping his fingers at her.

"Where were you?" he asked, grinning.

"Nothing honey, just thinking about something at work. What's up?"

"I have to go run a practice. See you tonight."

"Sure," she said as she rose from her seat to give him a peck on his cheek. Ever since that day even the simple act of kissing someone on the cheek flashed her mind back to that basement. And that had become the main problem in her life.

She just could not stop thinking about that night. She had tried to recreate the magnificent cum she had that night, but all her subsequent orgasms had been the usual weak ones. Every one of them had failed to leave her sated. Her entire body seemed like a simmering cauldron of need, that never really boiled over. Even her work ethic, a source of pride for her, had been suffering. It felt as if her treacherous body seemed to have imprinted on Rick as her next lover and refused to even consider blossoming without his touch.

It was quickly reaching the point where she was considering meeting with him again. Her only fear was that last friday night was a fluke. What if he couldn't fire her up like last time?

She shook her head as she dismissed that thought. She would cross that bridge when she got to it. No need to obsess over it right now.

Maybe she could meet Rick at the practice session. That would be an innocent enough place to bump into him and maybe flirt a little. No one would bat an eye at a coach's wife talking with some players. Would Rick even be at the practice game though, she wondered.

She walked over to her bedroom where John was getting ready to head out.

"Maybe I should come to the game with you. Will Connor be playing?"

"Yeah, he is a reserve, but he might play for some time. Depends on Arnie."

"You should come though," he continued. "See your man in action and all."

"You think so. Are all players supposed to attend the practice?"

"Yeah."

Bingo!, she thought. "I might have to leave early though, so I will take my car", she said as she turned to the bathroom to change.

She charged into the bathroom to change into the team shirt and jeans. In her hurry, she forgot to change her minimizer bra, or her cotton panties. She put on the small amount of makeup that turned her from gorgeous to goddess, and hurried to keep up with her husband.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself before she started her car. Her fingers shook with the excitement coursing through her veins. For a moment she marveled at the effect this college kid had on her. If her current state was any indication, tonight's end would be as satisfying as last Friday's. Maybe even more so, she thought. Flirting, as innocent as it was, could still be taken up a notch.

Unbeknownst, to her, her breath had deepened as she thought about Rick. Her breasts had resumed the hypnotic up and down sway that they had abandoned since last friday. She drove in a haze, to the stadium. Making small talk and impatiently getting the pleasantries out of the way, she finally reached the field. But Rick was nowhere to be found. She could see all other members of his team, even her son. But not Rick. Maybe he was late. It figured that he would be arrogant enough to assume he was above the rules of showing up to practice on time.

She waited on the sidelines with other staff, distractedly chatting while keeping an eye out for Rick. He finally appeared ten minutes late and to her surprise, actually apologized to the coach as he ran up to the field. He hadn't seen her yet, so he did a double take when he finally did see her within the stands. Especially since he could see that she had eyes only for him. She could practically see his eyes widen in recognition, as that infuriating lopsided smile grew on his face. She could feel his eyes zoom into her bust with an intensity that surprised her. She looked down to check if there was something on her shirt, but only saw the outline of her bra through the shirt.

Oh!, she thought. Did he really think she would come to his match braless, she mused. She looked up to give him a smirk, but his attention was already elsewhere. For the next half hour she sat in the bleachers and saw Rick dodge, bully or simply obliterate through the defense. She could feel her lust building, as she saw his display of dominance. He did not look at her, not even once.

After an hour, he came back to her side of the bleachers and sat a few seats down and away from her to relax.

"Really?" she thought. "Boys," she murmured incredulously. Was he ignoring her just because she had worn a bra? She had never agreed to go braless. In fact, he had never even asked her. She had thought the whole braless thing was a joke anyway.

Enough thinking, she decided and scooted over to sit by Rick.

"Good game, huh? You were great on the field"

"I always am."

She turned towards him as she started, "Listen, I wanted to thank you for letting Connor win last...."

"So what color is your bra?"

"What?"

"I know you are wearing a bra. Which color?"

She could feel the conversation starting to get away from her just like in the basement. As if on cue, she could feel the warm glow in her belly begin with a swooping sensation. Finally!! Fucking Finally!!

She struggled to keep her face neutral and keep her smile from showing. "Why do you want to know?"

"Nevermind!" He shrugged, apparently bored with the conversation and started to head towards the building changing rooms.

"What the hell?" she thought. "Who is this guy?"

After a few seconds of dumbfounded disbelief that someone could actually dismiss her when she was flirting with him, she ran to his side. She had to keep jogging to keep up with his long strides. "Why do you want to know about my bra?"

"Why are you so curious, Mrs W?"

"I just am," she added. "Come on, I want to know"

He stopped suddenly and looked at her. She could feel him deliberating. For some reason she hoped that he was deciding how crass his answer should be.

"Look Mrs W, you are so hot that I want to... just..." he trailed off as his hands balled into fists. She shivered under the intensity of his gaze.

"What?"

"You are like almost my ideal woman Mrs W. And I need my ideal woman to have perky nipples."

She stood dumbfounded in front of him, frozen by his honesty. As if in a trance she could hear herself whisper "She does." His reaction to her words were immediate. She could actually feel his burning gaze through her bra trying to determine the shape of her nipples.

"Fuck Mrs W, thats hot!" he grinned at her. She couldn't help but smile back. In their small little private world now, he was her sole focus. She could still see him weighing her breasts with her eyes. "Poor Baby," she thought. There was no way he could imagine the actual size of her breasts through her minimizer bra.

Her breathing spiked even further as she deliberated giving in. She knew for sure now that last Friday was not a fluke. She already knew that an explosive orgasm awaited her as soon as she could reach her home. But she wanted to ride this rollercoaster as far as she could.

"Fine! You win," she said as she gave him a shy grin. "Let's go inside."

Rick's eyes practically bugged out as he followed her inside the building. They reached an empty staircase. She checked for other people to ensure their privacy, and then turned towards him.

"Turn around," she said.

"What?"

"Turn around so I can take off my bra."

He turned away.

"And no peeking," she giggled.

"Not even once," he asked.

She shook her head at his antics, "No means no mister."

She took her bra off, and put her shirt back on. The team's logo was impossibly stretched across her now free and ample bosom to the point of being illegible. Her nipples were proudly announcing themselves to the world. Well at least he will get a show, she thought.

"You can turn back now," she said

She could see him turning around. He stared at her breasts straining against the shirt. His mouth opened, but he was quiet. The whole stairway was quiet, except for the sound of her deep harsh breathing. When the silence stretched too long, she cleared her throat.

"Had enough?"

Rick looked up to see an amused smile on her face. He slyly asked, "Am I the reason for those hard nipples?" and then without any warning used his hand to flick her right one.

"Haaah!!" Bella gasped as his touch sent tingles through her entire body, sending a shockwave to her core.

"No touching!!" she warned, taking a step back. He was very dangerous, she realized, if his mere touch could elicit such a response from her. Too dangerous for her marriage and her sanity.

"Don't be so proud. They are not even half the length they get when I am really horny."

"Hmm, really?" Rick said as he moved towards her and crowded into her space. She took a step back only to feel the wall behind her. She had nowhere to go.

Her doe eyes looked up at his tall frame to see a hint of wickedness in his eyes. Her common sense warning flared, warning her to get out of there but she ignored them. She defiantly looked up into his eyes.

"Yeah, really! Too bad you won't be able to see them when they get really... really hard."

Rick only smiled at her little rebellion, "Is that so?"

He moved a little bit closer to her, and leaned into the wall behind her with one hand. Even standing so casually, he absolutely towered above her.

"I bet I can make you nipples that hard in a minute."

"Really," she whispered breathlessly, "And what prize do you want?"

"A kiss."

"A kiss? Just like last time?"

"No, a proper kiss."

"Hmm, and what do I win if you lose?" she asked.

His smile grew slowly on his face as he joked, "Well, you get to lord this moment over me for all eternity."

She felt the suffocating sexual haze around them lighten a bit and become more manageable. "Well he certainly is charming, isn't he," she thought.

She bit her lip as she deliberated and asked him, "What are you going to do?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out soon," he replied with an impish grin.

She shook her head at him in exasperation at his antics. Her hair flew into her face as for some reason she shyly lowered her eyes and whispered, "Okay. But you can't touch me."

She could feel a puff of air from him as he laughed, " I would absolutely not touch your nipples. That would be cheating." He could not believe she was allowing him to do this. She looked so cute negotiating for the rules of how he would arouse her.

Mollified, she steadied herself for whatever he was about to do, and looked into his eyes. With her doe eyes connected to his overpowering gaze, he began to speak.

"Do you know why they call me Big Rick?"

"No."

"Let me show you. You see, sometimes when I am inside a small woman, I can see my cock bulging through her stomach."

He looked down to see her hanging on to his every word as if in a trance.

"Would you like to see how far I would go inside you?"

She gave him a small nod.

His hand moved towards her jeans, when she stopped him. "Hey, no touching! Remember!"

"I said no touching your nipples," he smirked.

She thought back to his words and realized he was right. "But I meant no touching at all," she whined.

"That wasn't the bet. You want to go back on the bet?"

"No!....... Fine!" she huffed and she brought back her hands on her side.

"So, I was about to show you why they call me Big Rick," he said as he pressed two fingers on the buttons of her jeans, right above her clit. She was so wet by then, she wondered if she would hear her cunt juices slosh if she tried to rub her legs together. Her eyes dropped to his two fingers as he pressed them just above her clit. Her jeans and panties bunched around her cunt as she tried to squeeze her legs to quell her need.

She stared helplessly as his fingers travelled up, catching the edge of her shirt and then travelling on her bare stomach.

"My cock would enter you here, and maybe at the first try you could take me till here," he said as his finger stopped just below her midriff.

"Can you feel that spot," he asked as he pressed his two fingers into her skin. Her anguished pussy gave an answering throb in return from deep within her.

Oh god, she needed to cum! She needed to cum so badly. She was sure she couldn't even make it to her home. She might have to cum in her car. Her car had tools. Maybe she could use one of them as a makeshift dildo. She would definitely make a mess though.

"Well Mrs. W, can you feel it?"

She nodded dumbly, her attention still focused on his invading fingers. In her lust ridden state, she could only be honest to the object of her desire.

"Yeah I can feel it," her voice cracked. "But I can take more."

"You can take me deeper huh?"

"Umm hmm."

"In your first try. "

"Umm hmm," she nodded."How much more can you give her?"

"Give who?"

"My pussy. How much more can you give my pussy."

"Well I am not sure how much she can take?"

She was quickly growing impatient in her need, "She can take it. Believe me, I can take it. How much more?"

"Well eventually, when your pussy is adjusted to my cock, I can go deeper," he said as his fingers finally resumed their journey.

Her eyes narrowed with each passing inch and his fingers climbed up, dipped into her belly button and continued up. That same feeling of free fall started somewhere deep in her brain. As if she were already impaled on Rick's cock, scared of when her legs would grow weak and the gravity would make her submit to the full length of his cock. After what felt like an eternity to her, he stopped. Her eyes were half lidded by now, as she felt his fingers pressing against the middle of her stomach. She estimated a couple of inches above her navel. She couldn't actually see his fingers. Her boobs were in the way. But she could feel every inch of his promised depth.

In a detached fascination she realized that her nipples had already betrayed her. They had grown to almost double their previous size and were standing at full attention like two pencil nubs poking through her shirt. Her breasts felt swollen with need. She could only imagine how hard her nipples would be to touch. Maybe she should let Rick find that out.

She looked up at him to see him smirking victoriously. He bent down to whisper her own words back at her. "So Mrs W, is that how your nipples look when they get really... really hard?"

Her breath hitched as she nodded her assent. No use denying it. He just had to see the need on her face to realize he was right. "Oh wow," she thought. She was growing increasingly certain that she would not even be able to make it to her car without cumming.

Her focus shifted back to his fingers where they were still digging into her. Was he really so big? A cock that big would crash through the gates of her womb every time he pounded into her. She shivered as she thought about it. This was even bigger than Brad's.

She looked up at him as she asked him in a small voice, "You are not joking right? Are you really that big? Will you really go that deep?"

She waited for her answer as if her life depended on it. He made a show of sizing her up again as he grinned and said, "Yeah pretty sure."

He watched her consider his words, and then saw a mischievous smile grow on her face as she said. "Well you did not make the correct measurements, did you? My pussy starts below my clit not above it."

She shivered as he saw his pupils darken as a response to her statement. She had shocked even herself with her crass language today, but apparently, around Rick, all her filters stopped working.

"You want me to measure again?"

"Yes."

She watched as his hand lowered and pressed deeply into just below her clit and started its rough journey to her midriff. The pressure compressed and flicked her clit along the way. The first time it happened she almost swooned. In the back of her mind she was surprised that her wobbly legs could still hold her up. She also realised that she wanted him to flick her clit again. Today she was going to cum here in this empty stairway. She was going to cum for Rick. And if what her body was telling her was true, it would be one hell of an orgasm. Rick was in for one hell of a show.

As his fingers finally stopped at her midriff, he smirked, "Yep pretty sure I would go that deep."

"Are you sure? Maybe you should measure again, just to be absolutely sure."

Surprised, he looked into her eyes as he began to comprehend what she was aiming for.

"You are right Mrs. W. Let's make sure."

His fingers dropped again. They pressed deeper into her clit, squishing it and beginning their journey above.

"Aahhhaaaaaah".. she moaned.

"How many times to make sure? Mrs W? Two times?" he said as he repeated the motion.

"Uuuuugh..."

"Three times."

"Oooooooooooh Fuck!!"

She gripped his jersey urgently to keep her legs from collapsing, but Rick didn't relent.

"Four."

"Oaaaaaahhhhhh! Fuck"

"Five."

"Oh goddd! I am... "

"Six."

"Am gonna.... "

"Seven."

"Aaaah!.... Wanna see me.... "

"Eight."

Bella could hear the rushing in her ears intensify as she grew impossibly close to her orgasm.

"Oooooh... Ricky.... Please.... "

She needed his cock. Why hadn't she asked him to fuck her already? Why? Her pussy was yearning mournfully as it tumbled towards her undoing. Her pussy walls fruitlessly pressed against each other when they found no cock. Her cunt desperately needed a cock to caress, to shower with affection, to hug.

She looked up at him to make the request, but it was already too late wasn't it. She was too far along to utter coherent sentences.

"Nine."

"Haaaah! wait... Ricky...."

"Ten."

"Please.... Haaaaaah......... ohhhhhh!"

Unaware of her internal desires, Rick watched as she started to cum at his count of ten. Her pussy seized up almost painfully. Her eyes never closed completely, but they rolled up to the point that he could only see the whites in them. Her cries echoed around the chamber, as she let herself fully embrace her orgasm. Her sound carried itself out of the staircase through the empty building into the wide open field.

Her son, who was still not playing and being kept on reserve, heard her cries of ecstasy. To him, far off into the other side of the field, it sounded like the evening call of a melodious bird. Connor couldn't point out what kind of bird would make such a cute sound. He probably figured it was some rare bird species whose voice had been honed by evolution to attract mates. As the match progressed, he ignored the call and focused back on the game.

Back in the building however, neither Rick nor Bella could ignore these cries. Rick was enjoying every moment of it. He was the only one actually supposed to listen to her cries. Bella was cumming for him after all.

Suddenly Bella's legs gave away as her pleasure overwhelmed her need to stand. She could feel herself falling and then being hoisted by Rick's strong arms just like in the basement a week ago. Except this time, he didn't hesitate and pressed her body impossibly close to him. Engulfed in his warmth, Bella could only do one thing. She rode out the last shocks of her orgasm in the embrace of the man who had graciously given it to her. She wound her hands around his neck. Her lithe legs toned from numerous visits to the gym found purchase around his hips.

For what seemed like a long time she hung around Rick, basking in the afterglow. After a few minutes of content silence, she looked up into his eyes. She stared at her face in wonder. He really was very handsome. And he was so, so strong, she thought. He had been holding her up for minutes and didn't even seem bothered by her weight.

"So do I get that kiss then."

She smiled, nodding her head. "Can you pull me up a little further?"

He hoisted her up further. At this height she giggled when she realised she was now looking down at him. Then her face grew serious as she swooped in to capture his lips with hers. Rick was in for a treat. In her post orgasmic state, filled with affection for her lover, she gave that kiss everything she had. As their tongues duelled she moaned into his mouth. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open. She felt her inside stir up in interest again. Was her body so shameless? Hadn't she just finished cumming for Rick in the most spectacular fashion. Could he really make her come again?

Her musings were interrupted by noises she could hear coming from outside. The team was returning. Time to go, she mournfully thought. They slowly disengaged from their kiss. Her eyes opened and stared into his.

She heard him say, "I am not letting you go without taking your number," and smiled. If he only knew that in this post orgasmic high she would readily do anything he asked, she would be in big trouble.

"Okay," she beamed through her smile as he let her down. She programmed her number in his phone. When she gave the phone back to him, she saw his attention was on something else. He bent down to pick up her grey minimizer bra from the ground.

"A little bland for you isn't it?"

Her laughter ran across the stairway, as she turned and sauntered towards the door.

"Baby, you have no idea," she said as she blew him a kiss and disappeared through the door.