The Kept Woman

Going Home

The Frenchman and I continued talking for the rest of the bottle. He deftly kept my glass filled but I'm wise and old to that trick and made sure that he matched me glass for glass and sip for sip. Eventually I asked him if he thought he needed to get me drunk to steal my kisses. His skin burnt and darkened but he didn't comment and after that he seemed to relax and drank more naturally.

Alpha was always on my mind and in my line of sight. He grinned at me every now and again. Always proud of me, he likes it when I "get my flirt on" as he calls it. He likes that he's the one taking home the girl that all the men are picturing naked.

"Coquette, shall we have dinner this week? You amuse me and I would like to learn more." I barely had time to answer as Alpha came to claim me. I introduced him to the Frenchman and they spoke briefly about some rugby thing. As we were leaving the Frenchman handed me his card and told me to call him soon. I took it without hesitation and slipped it into my bag. I nodded once and I left without kissing his cheek.

The Frenchman or Friday Drinks pt 3

"Well," I said, "I live in Beijing, Alpha is my fiance and, apparently, I play silly games with silly boys. What about you?" He grinned, perfect, straight, white teeth gleamed. He ignored my question and replied:

"Where are you from? What do you do?"

"Nothing! Rien!"

"Ahhh... a Kept Woman! Wonderful. I felt in my soul that I should come and speak with you." I tried not to laugh - I think I'm a little far gone to speak of souls.

"Well, Coquette, I like you. I do not know why yet, but I like you." He signaled the bar man and asked for the wine list. He flicked to the champagne page and gave a small Gallic shrug of disappointment. He returned the wine list to the bar man.

"I would have ordered you champagne, ma Coquette, but this is inferior generic stuff. The next time we drink together I will give you proper champagne. No Moet for you." He eyed me through lazy, half lidded lashes for a moment. I stayed perfectly still. I knew he was weighing me, turning me over in his mind. He knew how to look, this Frenchman, a quick zigzag that took in my hair, my eyes, my mouth and my breasts. The bar man still hovered, waiting for our order. Finally the Frenchman ordered a bottle of red wine. He gave another Gallic shrug as he tried it.

"It is not the best. Again, Coquette, I will show you better. You don't mind."

"Oh no, I enjoy it when men order for me. But how do you know I'll sit with you for an entire bottle?"

"How could I not, Coquette? When you smile so prettily at me? You will sit, we will talk and later I will kiss you. Bon?" I laughed again, his audacity and confidence were amazing.

"C'est bon, Frenchman, C'est bon."

Friday Night Pt 2

I perched on a bar stool and nattered to my friend. I had positioned myself so that I could see both Alpha and the door leading to the bathrooms. If Green Eyes returned, I would know.

My god what a predicament! I just had to hope that Green Eyes would keep his mouth shut. I'm not so naive and stupid that it never occurred to me that I would get caught. I had just hoped that Green Eyes really was leaving Beijing forever. Next time, if there was a next time, I would have to be more careful.

I saw Green Eyes enter the bar again. He looked directly at me and then away again as if he had been scalded. Even as sticky as this situation was I felt a stir of devilment: add men who are both frightened and turned on by my sexuality to the list of things that bring out the naughty in me.

 Green Eyes walked over to the other men and said goodbyes. From the half eye I had on them I could see the other men were professing surprise at Green Eyes leaving so early. I held a whispered and hurried conversation with my friend, telling her that I was looking for a job and hoped Green Eyes could get me one in his company. Frankly I didn't know what Green Eyes did for a living - he could sing naked for cents in the Forbidden City for all I cared - but I knew it would get rid of this friend fast. The feminist in her hates my Kept Woman status. She squeezed my hand hopefully, wished me an earnest "good luck, darling, you need this" before she rushed off, beaming with satisfaction.

Green Eyes stopped short when he realized that he would have to pass me on his way out and that there was no way he could not stop to say goodbye without looking insufferably rude. I smiled coyly at him and he reluctantly walked over to me. He wasn't quite sure what to say and I waited patiently with one eyebrow raised until he managed to stammer out:

"I'm sorry."

"What for, darling?" I drawled.

"For telling everyone about you..."

"About me what?" My voice was hard and sharp now. "About you and me or about you and some girl in a lift." Green Eyes blushed bright red. Thank god I hadn't seen this whipped puppy aspect to him before or I would never have taken him on that night.

"About me and... some girl." His voice geared up into a whine as he started to defend himself. "I didn't say you, I would never have said your name, and you didn't tell me Alpha was your fiance! I would be dead if anyone found out that we..." I cut in.

"So lets make sure they don't, hmmm? I think it's in both of our best interests that it just stay our little secret. Oh and you're right: he would kill you. Now smile please, give me a nice kiss on the cheek and off you go. You told me you were leaving Beijing - is that still true or will I often have the pleasure of your company?"

"No, I'm leaving at the end of next week. I'm being sent back to the US and changing department. It's a promotion actually. They wont send me back now. I only came tonight to collect my phone; I had left it at the bar last night."

I smiled winningly and felt the tension leave my body.

"That's good, I'm really pleased for you. I am pleased, honestly, and I'm sorry this didn't work out," I gestured widely, trying to find the right word: as we had planned? hoped? wished? thought? I finished lamely. "I'm sorry this didn't work out."

He smiled back at me, the Green Eyes I had met and slept with was back. He kissed me on the cheek and walked from the bar without looking back, confidence springing his step. I suppressed a vulgar shrug and finished my drink. I barely noticed the tall, dark man slip into onto the chair opposite me.

"That was foolish." My head snapped up and I looked with some anger and confusion and this unwanted intrusion.

"Beg pardon?"

"Women such as yourself shouldn't play with little boys. They get hurt. They get involved. They need mummy to come make it better."

"What?" He laughed and the sound was rich and deep. I shivered a little as if trying to shrug off a wet coat.

"That's better, you have forgotten him already. See? You shrug him off so easily! This is why strong, beautiful women shouldn't have boys. They need men." I laughed back at him, the best remedy I know for arrogant men.

"I already have a man." I pointed at Alpha. The man sitting with me turned to look at him. He considered Alpha for a moment before turning back to me.

"Yes, this is a man, but why do you play with boys when you have a man already."

"Why don't you tell me? You seem to know so much!"

"It is true. I do." It clicked and I realized I hadn't being paying attention: he was French, his accent and idiom obvious now I was listening. He looked slowly up and down  my body.

"I think you played with boys because your man... hmmm..." He looked at Alpha again. "Too busy? Too boring? Bad in bed? No." He looked at me again and then his eyes lit up. "Yes! Too good! Not busy, not boring, not bad in bed, but too much! Too good! Too wonderful!" He laughed, thrilled at his discovery. I tried to shush him, worried that Alpha would be watching.

"I am right! Am I not, coquette?" I stared at the bar, trying to imagine a place where this bloody frog didn't exist. His voice softened, alarmed. He titled my chin up to look at him.

"Do not worry, coquette, your secret is safe with me. Now relax! Let there be no more talk of love... tell me instead of yourself."

I smiled in spite of myself. I love a man who can really flirt and, trust me, anyone who wants to know about you can really flirt.

Alpha was smiling at me from behind the Frenchman's shoulder. I smiled back before turning my smile on the Frenchman. The evening, I decided, was looking up.

Friday Night Pt 1

The expat community in Beijing is quite fragmented. Groups tend to form their own rituals and create a "village pub" where you, just like back home, meet, great and exchange news. My social group catches up in a particular bar (no I won't name it!) every now and again for the exact same reason. I don't know everyone who goes but you can be sure to find a friend.

A few weeks the events of the last post we all met up at this bar. I was a little on the tardy side so most people had already arrived. The men grouped at the back of the bar, as they always do, whilst the women were sprinkled through the crowd. I greeted those I knew, smiled at those I didn't, found myself a drink and worked my way through to the back where Alpha was hawhawing with his friends.

Alpha was actually standing a step back from the rest of the group, having a discussion with just one of his friends. I greeted the pair and kissed Alpha hello, being careful not to get any lipstick on his cheek. The other man moved back to the main group so Alpha and I spoke quietly to each other for a few minutes, catching up on the days events. Alpha was distracted, trying to listen to one of the men in the main group.

"What is it, Darling?" I asked. Alpha hushed me so that he could listen. I gazed around myself, not really paying attention as Alpha moved us closer. I was hidden from the speaker, standing just behind his left shoulder.

"Mate," the speaker said, "best shag of my life. She stripped in the lift and we fucked there and then. I've never cum so fast in my life. I was absolutely bricking it but she was screaming and carrying on like a nun in a whore house."

I laughed, partly in shock. Green Eyes had told me he was leaving Beijing, which had been part of his charm. Now here he was telling my husband and his friends about our lift tryst. Had I told him my name? Had I told him I was engaged to Alpha? Jesus, this was bad. The only thing to do was to brazen it out.

The men in the group looked at me when I laughed and Green Eyes made a double take as he realized who was standing behind him. I laughed again on the look on his face, which was white and getting whiter by the second. He started to stammer an apology which, luckily, sounded more like he was apologizing for saying fuck in front of a lady.

"Please don't apologize! Your nun sounds an absolute cracker." Green Eyes goggled. Alpha stepped in and introduced me. Green Eyes looked like he had swallowed a spider but I put on my best trophy wife impression and charmed and dazzled. Green Eyes went very quiet and avoided looking at me. After a few moments more he excused himself and left in the direction of the bathroom.

I ignored him and continued to flirt and tease with the best of them whilst Alpha looked on proudly. I saw another friend of mine enter so left Alpha with his friends to go and talk to my friend at the bar. If I positioned it right I might get a chance to grab Green Eyes before he came back and said something we would both regret.

The Lift

Don't you hate traveling in a lift with someone you're about to sleep with? You are either frantically making out or standing their slightly awkwardly trying to think of something polite to say. You both know why you're there. You both know this is just a one night thing. You both know there won't be any post coital cuddles. You both know one of you will have left before the bed grows cold. So why do small talk?

I, on the other hand, am a firm believer in making your own fun.

Green Eyes and I stood silent in the lift as he pressed the button to the 23rd floor. The lift was all gold and mirrors with a large CCTV camera dominating one of the top corners. Ahhhh... mirrors and CCTV, both bring out the devil in me.

The lift was moving slowly. I ignored Green Eyes, watching myself in the mirror. I removed my trench coat and dropped it to the floor. Underneath I was wearing a slim, green, strapless, silk dress. I reached back and pulled the zip all the way down. My dress wanted to slip from me but I held it against my breasts for a moment before dropping it like the trench coat before. I stood in the lift wearing nothing but my black Classic Agent Provocateur corset, matching knickers, sheer stockings and high heels. I heard Green Eyes stifle an exclamation but I ignored him, focusing on the dirty blond in the mirror. It felt like a seedy peep show and I knew I was getting wet.

I cupped my breasts and ran my hands down my slim waist, past my hips to rest on my thighs. I gently caressed the soft skin between my stocking tops and my knickers. I'm so sensitive there and the thin flash of skin between knickers and stockings seems more erotic to me than being totally naked. My fingers moved back to the top of my knickers and they slipped under the duchess satin and followed a path of their own to my pussy. I stroked my lips, feeling wet warmth within. I closed my eyes briefly as I dipped one, then two fingers inside myself. It felt incredible, all sensations heightened by the fact that the lift could stop at any moment and someone enter.

Opening my eyes I looked directly at Green Eyes. He stood with mouth open, leaning in a daze against the lift wall, staring at me finger myself. His cock was obvious through his jeans. He seemed to re focus and we watched each other as I continued to play with my pussy. I moaned and my skin became flushed. Green Eyes moved forward and hesitated. Whatever he was expecting from tonight, this was not it. I moaned again and licked my dry lips. That spurred him to action as he reached for me and pushed me against one of the walls. I clung to him, barely able to keep my balance. He kissed me ruthlessly, grabbing my arse in one hand and thrusting the other down my corset to reach my breast. There was barely any space between my breast and the corset so he had to almost lift it out to gain better access. When my breast was partially free from constraint he bent to take my nipple in his mouth. He bit my nipple, teasing it with tongue and teeth. I arched my back, thrusting my chest towards him and ran my fingers compulsively through his hair.

This wasn't enough. What I really wanted was to feel his cock inside me. I unzipped his pants and hooked one leg around his waist. The door to the lift pinged as it reached his floor but we ignored it in our haste and the doors closed again. I put my hand at his groin and rubbed his cock and guided out of his boxers. He was large: long and wide. The head shone with precum and I rubbed my thumb over the opening. He reached into his jacket pocket and took out his wallet. Inside was a condom which he quickly used to sheath his cock. I braced myself against the lift and attempted the delicate balance of sex standing up. I clutched at his shoulders, pressed my shoulders against the lift and used all of my yoga practice to steady myself with that one leg around his waist. He lifted me under the arse easily with one hand. The other nudged my knickers to one side and I felt his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, spreading my wetness. We were both looking down at this but I released one of his shoulders and held his chin, moving his head upwards until he was looking me in the eye. Then I pressed harder with the leg around his waist, encouraging him to enter me. I adore looking a lover in the eye as he enters you and seeing his pupils dilate with lust and watching them exhale that breath they didn't know they were holding.

It was delicious now he entered me. His thick cock stretched and filled me until he was buried deep inside. My forehead came to rest on his shoulder and I clung on a little bit tighter as he started to move his dick in and out. The position we were in and the way he was moving meant that with each thrust he would rub against my clit. I could feel the beginning of an orgasm so I concentrated on the feeling, trying to encourage it.

The lift started to move again, down this time, but we were too lost to pay much attention. Lifts aren't what they should be in China and so with every thrust the lift would shift on it's cables. I suppose this added to the sense of danger and excitement and the thought that when the lift stopped at its destination there would be someone on the other side of the door. I don't mind being caught in the act but there was a small twinge that it could be one of my husband's friends: I knew some of them lived in this complex.

The danger, excitement and fear coupled and built so it was almost without warning that my body shook with a powerful orgasm. I moaned loudly, always one for a show. Green Eyes grunted and muttered as he thrust faster and faster. I started whispering dirty words of encouragement. That was all it needed to send him over the edge and he came as well. He collapsed against me, pressing me hard into the lift wall.

The lift was almost back at one and an urgent sense of my surroundings over came me. I pushed him off, being careful that the condom didn't spill. I grabbed my coat from the floor and quickly put it on.

"Quick," I hissed, "Pants on." He shook himself and started to redress, tucking the condom god knows where.

My coat on I picked up my dress and looked at myself in the mirror again. My lips were bruised and smudged as was my eyeliner. I looked wanton and obviously just fucked. The doors opened at one and a little old lady in her pajamas, just in from walking her dog, stood ready to enter.

"Aren't you coming back up?" Green eyes said. I stepped out of the lift and looked back at him.

"What on earth for?" He looked surprised. Perhaps most of the girls he knows are so thankful for an orgasm from a good sized dick he has to force them from his bed. The doors of the lift closed behind me and I walked out of the building and back to the road. I felt stiff but good.

I didn't think of Green Eyes in the taxi home. I didn't think of Alpha either. Instead I sat in a state of blissful mindlessness, a euphoric haze.

This, I thought, could become a habit.

The Cab Ride

I sat close to him in the taxi. Green Eyes wanted to put his arm around me but I hate kissing like that so I pushed him back and spread my fingers wide across his chest. Now I was the aggressor. He leaned against the head rest and I slowly moved forward until my mouth was barely millimeters away from his. The final millimeters felt like miles to me and I stopped, uncertain. He was breathing hard, already excited. I could feel my heart beating heavily and my blood rushing in my ears. His breath tickled. I opened my mouth a fraction and closed my eyes, imagining myself as one of those silver screen goddesses.

Thank god Green Eyes made the decision for me and our third kiss of the night started. My eyes flew open as his lips touched mine and then closed again as I swooned against him. He deepened the kiss and my hands drifted down his chest until I was touching the front of his jeans. He was hard already and I smiled in spite of myself. I like it when men get hard quickly and easily, it shows that you're on the right track. Green Eyes felt big.

He gently rubbed my jaw and I felt a stab of impatience. I don't need the gentle lover from a fuck. I arched my neck and he seemed to get the idea as he marked a soft trail down my throat to the v of my breasts.

I'll make it clear now - I have great breasts. Fantastic ones. Rarely have I seen a better pair. They are perky and full and round and creamy with pert, pink nipples that always seem hard. I'm often asked if they're real. They don't look it you see, they look like they must be fake because of how they sit on me. Bless them. So men tend to go straight for them if you see what I mean.

His fingers moved lower, pausing at the hard nub of my nipple. I moaned into his mouth and shivered as my nipples became even tighter. God I love having my breasts touched. He rubbed my and pinched my nipple through my sheer silk dress as I panted with desire and heat.

I broke our kiss and looked towards the driver. He wasn't paying any attention to us possbily because there are too many horny, drunk foreigners in Beijing and he's seen it all before. Green eyes was still playing with my breasts, now rolling my nipple between his fingers. I felt oddly calm, as if I had just thrown myself over the first fence and the rest of the race was down hill.

The bright lights of Beijing seemed greasy behind the dirty cab's windows. It dawned on me that we were slowing down, stopping, and that Green Eyes was paying the taxi driver and getting out, holding the door for me. He held his arm out to help me out of the cab. He was smiling and said,

"Won't you come in for a coffee?" I laughed as I took his hand and climbed from the taxi.

"I hate coffee and I'm not interested in any other hot beverages."

"How about just sex then?" Green eyes was still smiling. I wrapped an arm around his waist as we walked towards his apartment building.

"Just sex is just fine."

Conscience? What conscience?

We walked quickly from the bar, not saying a word. Green Eyes put his hand on the small of my back, rubbing me gently. My stomach tightened involuntarily and I moved a little faster.

"Where are we going?" he asked. I shook my head slightly, not looking at him and concentrating on the pavement.

"You ok?"

"Can we go back to yours?" He shot me a sharp glance and looked momentarily confused.

"Sure." We carried on walking even though we both knew we would need to take a cab. A cabbie pulled up, no doubt hoping to get a late fair from two foreigners - why walk a kilometer when it costs less than a pound?

"Do you want to get in?" His hesitation now, when he had been forward enough to kiss me in the bar, annoyed me. I wanted him to be dominant, in control, an alpha. No doubt my slightly erratic behavior since we had left the bar annoyed him too. I stopped and moved so that I was standing in front of him. He blinked, surprised again. I put my hands up to his shoulders and pulled my body against his. My curves moulded against the sharp contours of his hard body. I purred gently into his ear and then looked him full in the face. I bit my full bottom lip gently and put my chin down. In the past I have found that this silly tricks cause 9/10 men to kiss you and I hoped for the same reaction now.

There was.

Almost as if he had broken out of a trance he wrapped his arms around me and held me closer. His hands ran up and down my back, pressing my hips against his. He swooped down and kissed me, hard and demanding. My mouth softened against his as his tongue darted into mine. I gasped at the intensity.

When we eventually broke the kiss I felt flushed and dazed. Confident now Green Eyes hailed a cab, held the door open for me and hurried me inside.

"Central Place, please, and hurry."

the second little adventure

Green Eyes was too good looking to say no to. I adore compliments and have a thing for unusual eyes. He whispered sweet nothings to me as I spun my engagement ring round so that the rock would be less obvious. I laughed and pouted and said everything you need to to make a man think he's the only one in the room. Half way through he asked me what I was doing in Beijing...

"Nothing," I said.

"Nothing at all?"

"Nothing. I don't work." Deep breath, I thought, the truth will come out now. "My fiance works." A short pause.

"Really? Lucky you. What's your fiance doing letting you go out without him? A girl could get into trouble."

"I certainly hope so..." I held my breath as Green Eyes leaned forward and gently kissed me. He leaned back and watched me carefully. I gathered my things, grabbing my handbag and coat. He sighed and started to apologise. I turned away and told him to stop. Walking towards the door of the bar I looked back.

"Aren't you coming?"

What to do after he proposes

Panic.

I was happy as the Alpha's mistress. I loved being spoiled, spending days lunching with girlfriends, going out and above all fabulous sex. Would this all change once we were married? Would I go from sex kitten to housefrau?

The ring was beautiful. Three carats, knife edge design, Tiffany's blue box. How on earth could I say no? He proposed in the park. The sun was low in the dark blue sky, tinged with vulgar pink on the horizon. As the Alpha promised a lifetime of happiness I tried to take it all in. Safety, security, love and a future. At that moment my heart swelled as I looked at my dear Alpha - he loves me you see.

I have never been very good though, when given beautiful, simple things. I'm greedy for it; love, attraction, kindness, but it tends to lead me to the worst excesses.

So once I had accepted and we returned to Beijing and a well built man with Green Eyes told me he had never seen such a beautiful mouth I found it hard to send him away. Instead I patted the chair beside me and told him to tell me more...

The first little adventure

I never grew up expecting to have an affair. I never grew up expecting any of this.

An Indian childhood complete with peacocks, elephants and dust. Seven years of all girl's boarding school, lesbian encounters included. Divorced parents - of course, whose aren't? Sexual awakening at 15 and then Love love love at eighteen. My older Alpha Male, who swept me off my feet, was already married and I already involved in a relationship. My first petite adventure. He whisked me away to China where I'm currently living a blissful life of the kept woman.

The Alpha left his wife for me, the silly little mistress, all blond hair and curves and suddenly things began to get serious.

What is a mistress to do when her Alpha wants to go from Lover to Husband? It all depends on the size of the ring.

I never grew up expecting to have an affair. I never grew up expecting any of this.

An Indian childhood complete with peacocks, elephants and dust. Seven years of all girl's boarding school, lesbian encounters included. Divorced parents - of course, whose aren't? Sexual awakening at 15 and then Love love love at eighteen. My older Alpha Male, who swept me off my feet, was already married and I already involved in a relationship. My first petite adventure. He whisked me away to China where I'm currently living a blissful life of the kept woman.

The Alpha left his wife for me, the silly little mistress, all blond hair and curves and suddenly things began to get serious.

What is a mistress to do when her Alpha wants to go from Lover to Husband? It all depends on the size of the ring.