GB (or not) Arthur is bored with his/her husband Francis, who is often gone on business trips to France. So he/she seduces young, virgin Alfred F. Jones, the local golden boy.
Rule Number Seven[1a/?]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 23:21:52 UTC
Mrs. Ara Bonnefoy had lived a typical life for the past forty years. She had been born in a typical English family, went to school, gotten a job writing an advice column for a news paper, fell in love, gotten married, moved with her husband to the United States, had a child, and generally lived her day to day life with very little of anything terribly interesting happening to her. It wasn’t as if she didn’t want to do exiting things, oh she had plenty of urges to drop everything and run off and join a punk rock band. But those urges were impractical and she was a practical woman. Even if she had given her readers impractical advice in the past from time to time, or advice that was daring, they were things that she would never do
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Rule Number Seven[1b/?]
anonymous
March 31 2010, 23:27:35 UTC
Around ten, after doing some cleaning and starting the dishwasher up Ara sat down with her laptop in the living room. She had work to do before going to get her eyebrows done, then figuring out what she was going to cook for dinner. The news was on for background noise as she went to getting to work. Her email box was full like usual, all she had to do now was read through the nearly one hundred emails, find some messages that were interesting enough for people to want to read without being too out there that readers would be unable to relate to. Nothing really stood out, so she just chose one about a girl who was unsure if she should go to the college she wanted to or the one her parents wanted her to attend, and two from housewives (she assumed) asking about silly little things involving their husbands and children. Ara typed up her replies posted them
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Re: Rule Number Seven[1b/?]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 01:14:55 UTC
Firstly, I love this idea and am so glad somebody picked it up! However, I am not the OP, but I'm sure they're just as ridiculously pleased. Love the world that you've created for Ara here. <3
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Re: Rule Number Seven[1b/?]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 01:55:49 UTC
OP here, clapping my hands with delight. Yes, as previous commenter said, I am ridiculously pleased by the fill, and how fast you got it up! Thank you! I'd like to listen to your playlist too, I always find those interesting extras.
I'm not so good at the music thing, um....
Follow Me by Unca Cracker?
Ooooh, oooh. It's not adultery, but Stacey's Mom has definitely got to fit this fill!
"Peter's mom has got it going on, Peter's mom has got it going on"
Rule Number Seven[2a/10]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 08:39:22 UTC
Ara began another typical day in her oh-so-normal suburban life. The only variation being that Peter had tried to play sick because he’d not finished a project or perhaps stayed up all night playing video games (she was unsure which was the reason but knew her son well enough to know it was one of the two). As she sat on the couch with her computer on her lap she began to do her work by reading through the emails. One though stood out far more than any of the others did though, and much more so then many others she had answered in a long time.
A woman had written her:
Lately, I’ve been feeling like my husband no longer loves me. The two of us are so distant from one another, to me it seems like all that matters to him is work, and well with me always driving the kids from place to place and taking care of our home and children I’m afraid that I’ve been running out of ways to show him that I need him still (you know in that way). The worst thing about the distance that’s grown between the two of us is how lonely I feel. Back when we
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Rule Number Seven[2b/10]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 08:40:49 UTC
Ara continued on with the rest of her work, that one letter though still in her mind, posted the update to the site and quickly got ready. She was going to meet her best friend Kiku for lunch at twelve thirty. As she drove to the café that one email was still solidly on her mind. Sure the weather outside was rather lovely, the lawn needed to be mowed, maybe a new grocery trip was in order and the school year for Peter would be ending shortly, but none of that was what she thought about. All Ara could think about was the idea of cheating. She loved Francis, he’d shown himself to be a wonderful husband, and it wasn’t as if there was anything missing from their sex life-well at least when he was home. They would have sex rather often even though they were both in their forties, which she supposed was more often than many people did and when he was around he did make her feel good… but he wasn’t around that often. It had been nearly a week since she last spoke to him and two weeks since she’d seen him. Plus he was such a flirtatious man.
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Rule Number Seven[2c/10]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 08:42:27 UTC
The two women quickly ordered their meals and after the woman left. “Maybe.” Ara said with a sigh bringing the conversation back, “Though that may make him resent the whole thing more and cause problems
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Rule Number Seven[2d/10]
anonymous
April 1 2010, 08:43:17 UTC
“To make me feel more loved. Well if you’re done with me, I love you.”
“Do you want to talk to Peter?”
“Of course.” He said sounding rather cheerful.
Ara made her way to the stairs and called up them. When Peter took the phone she went back to her spot in the kitchen, made herself a cup of tea and sighed, cheating would be so easy, she thought looking back at the calendar, she lifted up the pages, Summer was coming up and in June alone he would be gone for two weeks, in July a little less time than that and in August nearly the whole month was shaded in with days he would be gone. Ara would end up spending a lot of time alone.
AN: Thank you so much for the comments! SO many in less than 24 hours! It really motivates me XD as you can probably see. Thank you for the song recommendations! I’ll add the ones that I don’t already have soon. And well yeah MILF-y songs are great too… though due to my sister’s name I’m still trying to suppress
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Rule Number Seven [3a/10]
anonymous
April 5 2010, 01:10:35 UTC
The next couple of days, Ara spent the way she normally did doing things in her usual manner, only now she was concerned far more than usual about what exactly Francis was up to. He was in France sure, and she was certain he was working after all she had access to all of his bank accounts, after all-like most married couples-they shared the same bank accounts. His job was paying for his hotel, air fare, and his meals as long as he didn’t go somewhere too opulent; odds were that he was eating meals at his parent’s house. Ara knew that if she were on a trip somewhere close to his parent’s home she would surely eat dinner at his mother’s house, the woman (despite how much she complained about her daughter in law) was a wonderful cook. Despite the fact that at this point he’d gone to France so often he might as well just move there this was the first tie Ara had really been obsessed with what he was doing
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Rule Number Seven [3b/10]
anonymous
April 5 2010, 01:11:43 UTC
Ara sat in the kitchen well after Peter had left for school. It was nearly eleven and she hadn’t gotten to doing her work, she was just sitting there in the kitchen questioning her husband’s loyalty to keeping the vows he had made to her and frankly even questioning her own. She had to admit that she was feeling lonely. It had been so long since she’d seen her husband and well they had had sex. She was getting older and he was as well. She still had to admit that she found her Francis to be extremely attractive. Who wouldn’t he was tall, had amazing thick blonde hair to his shoulders with a slight wave and no signs of starting to gray any time soon, there were his gorgeous blue eyes, the stubble on his chin, and the fact that he had just the right amount of body hair to be a man without going to the point where it was unbearable and disgusting to her. He was always finely dressed and wore a good not too over powering cologne that gave him an aura most women found irresistible. And then there was the way he would whisper the sweetest
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Rule Number Seven [3c/10]
anonymous
April 5 2010, 01:13:11 UTC
Now there was the matter of going about cheating. She had to worry about what the neighbors would see and unlike Francis she couldn’t just run around. She had Peter in the house and while he was lacking luster when it came to his grades he wasn’t an idiot and would surely notice his mother having strange men over to the house. Then there was the matter of who to have the affair with. Ara only really had one friend, and that would be Kiku, and there was no desire of hers to be with a woman; and the thought of betraying Kiku and sleeping with her husband Heracles was enough to make her sick. None of Francis’s friends were satisfactory either. Gilbert was a hooligan troublemaker who she swore was albino. He was a troublemaker, she could still see him horribly drunk at the Bastille Day slash birthday party for Francis last year. There was Antonio, a handsome Spaniard who always wore a smile. But he was very loyal to his with Lovina-even if all she did was yell at him. Plus he was far to loyal to Gilbert. It had to be a man who was decent
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Rule Number Seven [3d/10]
anonymous
April 5 2010, 01:19:09 UTC
Without even a thought his smile grew bigger, “Of course!” he was always eager to play hero.
Ara felt her heart soar, a huge grin spreading on her face. “How about you come over Saturday afternoon?” Francis was going to be gone still and Peter had been invited to go to Six Flags by friends… Alfred didn’t have to know that though.
The teenager nodded, “Sure thing. I’ll see you then?”
“Wonderful. Bye bye then.” She waved and he headed off. Ara felt her heart racing more then she’d ever felt it race before. Quickly she grabbed the mail and hurried into the house. Step one was to select who it was she would commit the act with-and she had. Sure he was young, but what did it matter-the one Francis was with was young too. Ara bit her lip and felt good enough to get to doing some work.
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I'm not so good at the music thing, um....
Follow Me by Unca Cracker?
Ooooh, oooh. It's not adultery, but Stacey's Mom has definitely got to fit this fill!
"Peter's mom has got it going on, Peter's mom has got it going on"
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A woman had written her:
Lately, I’ve been feeling like my husband no longer loves me. The two of us are so distant from one another, to me it seems like all that matters to him is work, and well with me always driving the kids from place to place and taking care of our home and children I’m afraid that I’ve been running out of ways to show him that I need him still (you know in that way). The worst thing about the distance that’s grown between the two of us is how lonely I feel. Back when we ( ... )
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“Do you want to talk to Peter?”
“Of course.” He said sounding rather cheerful.
Ara made her way to the stairs and called up them. When Peter took the phone she went back to her spot in the kitchen, made herself a cup of tea and sighed, cheating would be so easy, she thought looking back at the calendar, she lifted up the pages, Summer was coming up and in June alone he would be gone for two weeks, in July a little less time than that and in August nearly the whole month was shaded in with days he would be gone. Ara would end up spending a lot of time alone.
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AN: Thank you so much for the comments! SO many in less than 24 hours! It really motivates me XD as you can probably see. Thank you for the song recommendations! I’ll add the ones that I don’t already have soon. And well yeah MILF-y songs are great too… though due to my sister’s name I’m still trying to suppress ( ... )
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7zIwqYIOxA - White Lies by Mr Hudson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRm53PnBkp8 - I'm Not Your Toy by La Roux
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CpoOQy4x_LY - Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful - Paloma Faith
errrr thats all i can think of hope they will come in handy they are not really milfy but something decievy and aldutery-ish they have lyrics too.
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And ttly agree about the Hong Kong thing!
'Chairman burnish' ... whut CAPTCHA?
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Ara felt her heart soar, a huge grin spreading on her face. “How about you come over Saturday afternoon?” Francis was going to be gone still and Peter had been invited to go to Six Flags by friends… Alfred didn’t have to know that though.
The teenager nodded, “Sure thing. I’ll see you then?”
“Wonderful. Bye bye then.” She waved and he headed off. Ara felt her heart racing more then she’d ever felt it race before. Quickly she grabbed the mail and hurried into the house. Step one was to select who it was she would commit the act with-and she had. Sure he was young, but what did it matter-the one Francis was with was young too. Ara bit her lip and felt good enough to get to doing some work.
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AN: I still hate the character limit! And finally a wild Alfred appears. I'm thinking that his popping up is a bit well random and ( ... )
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