"I want you..." Vasha leans forward, lips touching Kelly's lightly in a kiss that fills the married woman with dopamine, "To stop pretending to be something you're not. You're a vixen, a walking avatar of lust, and that's a good thing. There's no telling how high you might rise if you embrace your true self." She touches Kelly's cheek once more, before moving away. "Keep heading for the city. I'll see you there, sweetling, and we'll free your husband." Vasha smiles, and then leaves, the tent seeming colder and lonelier once she's gone.
Kelly's not sure how long she stands, lost in thought, but she's eventually interrupted by a smack on her ass. Turning, she sees that time resumed whole she wasn't paying attention, and Michael is grinning at her. "Looks like you had a very 'restful night' without me." He chuckles, referencing what she said when she refused to take his tent. "Come on, get cleaned up, and get your clothes back on. We're heading out." He hands her some hot towels to clean her body.
Kelly said nothing to Michael, she was too distracted by what Vasha had requested. Instead she took the towels and set about cleaning herself up.
The warm towels felt good against her exhausted flesh and she took a little more time than she should have. Her mind raced with the request of the mysterious woman. What she was doing with Michael and his men... that was to find Max. Once she had, the two would go home and she'd never have to see Michael and his goons again. Once they were home, she'd be the faithful wife and she'd never speak or think or do anything like this again. But there was a part of her that
wanted that to be a lie. There was a part of her that wanted to keep doing what she'd been doing,
needed to keep doing it. And not just with Michael and his men.
How many more men were out there? How many more big, hard, thick cocks should be able to split her married pussy wide? How many should get to blow their potent loads inside her fertile womb?
"All. Of. Them." a troubling thought echoed in her mind.
Kelly vigorously shook her head.
"No." she denied.
"I-I can't do that. Max would leave me. Max can't leave me!" A stray thought of an
open marriage occurred to her, and immediately Kelly got upset with herself. The thought of Max with another woman!?
"NO!"
It took her several minutes to calm down and she readjusted her clothes to make herself look 'presentable'. Kelly wouldn't tolerate Max being with another woman, and the more she thought about it, the more she was beginning to realize she would
need to sleep around.
"Oh God Max... I'm so, so sorry."
Kelly brought her wedding ring to her lips and kissed it. "I love you..." she whispered.
After another minute, Kelly collected herself and shoved her tumultuous thoughts aside. First things first, she had to
find Max. Resolved, she moved to join Michael and his thugs.