LOVE IS FOR FOOLS - Fifty Shades of Grey: Elena's Story **Explicit Content**

So just how did Elena Lincoln become Mrs. Robinson the Evil Bitch Troll? What made the doting wife turn to BDSM and how was her life turned upside down when troubled teen Christian Grey turned up at her door? Written due to a number of reader requests, this is Elena's story from her point of view.



I slide open my eyes to something cold being pressed against my temple.

"I got you this from my bar. Would you like a shower before you go?"


I blink rapidly trying to come back to my senses. I tilt my head and find Adam presenting me with a bottle of chilled water. He offers me his hand and still in a post-orgasmic daze, I struggle into a sitting position.

"So..?" He persists, as he gulps down a couple of mouthfuls from his own water bottle. I take a moment to enjoy the movement of his mouth and throat as it bobs on a swallow. "...Do you need a shower? I have a meeting in 20 minutes, so once I see you off, I need to grab a quick one myself."

I twist the cap of my water bottle and take a welcome gulp. "Umm...No, thank you. I'll shower at home...Especially if you're busy."

He nods. "I apologise for not having more time. I'd have liked to discuss future arrangements with you. Do you have a secured laptop or computer you can use, that only you have access to?"

I shake my head. "No. I just use the one in the home office that I share with Linc."

He nods."Buy yourself a small laptop that you can hide easily. Set it up with a secure password and email address that only you know about." He hands me a slip of paper. "That's my private and secure email address. Set up a private account on the same server, then email me. I'll email you what my requirements are and what our 'arrangement' will entail and if you are happy, we can meet up again. Is that okay?"

"Umm...Yes..." I answer falteringly.

After what he'd just done to me, why do I feel like I'm now negotiating some kind of business deal?

I frown as he retrieves my torn panties and hands them to me. He says nothing and I don't know what the hell I'm meant to do with them, so I fist them in my hand whilst he watches me intently. He then holds out his hand and wordlessly leads me out of the room, locking it behind us. Guiding me into the elevator, we shoot upwards the short distance into the foyer and I push my panties into my purse trying to assemble my scrambled thoughts. Adam stands back as I exit and I head for the outside door feeling all kinds of confused. We had just shared a deep act of intimacy I had never even done with my husband. I know it wasn't an act of love, but why is he being so damn distant with me now? I arrive at the blue door that leads to the car park and suddenly his hand slams against the wood making me jump.

"Elena. Look at me." He growls against my ear.

I turn slowly and gaze into those piercing blue eyes that burn like ice on fire.

"I knew from the offset you were special and today exceeded all expectations. How was it for you?" He asks softly as he trails his finger down my cheek and across my jaw.


He arches an dark eyebrow.

"Okay...More than good. It was...Incredible. Truly. It exceeded all my expectations too." I feel a blush heat my skin. I've never had to discuss an orgasm before.

He suddenly smiles like the cat that got the cream and trails his finger over my lips. "I can promise you much more my beautiful Venus and every time will be better than the last. Get a laptop within the next twenty four hours. I'd like to take you to the next level and I very much hope you want to go there." He bends and kisses me deeply. Even his kisses are spectacular and he pulls off my lips just before my knees buckle.

"Until next time hopefully, my Goddess," he purrs against my lips and moves to unlock the door. I stagger out and am momentarily blinded by the sun starting to set. I turn around to say goodbye, but the door has already closed. Adam and his magical mouth had disappeared out of my life again.


I pull into our double garage and my heart sinks. Linc's silver Mercedes is already parked up. Why is he home at this hour? I hoped I'd have more time to prepare myself and at least shower. I quickly check my appearance. My hair is a little mussy so I quickly drag my fingers through it and grab my Chanel No5 spritzer from my purse. Hopefully it's enough to mask the scent of my arousal that I was now so familiar with. In the absence of a shower, it will have to do. I open the back door and I'm greeted by softly playing Jazz music. I immediately bristle. This is Linc's idea of romance, but personally I've never been a fan. It's far too bland for my tastes. My parents brought me up on classical music and I'd much prefer to hear that, but as always, Linc puts his desires ahead of mine.

I put my purse on the kitchen table and bump into Linc as he's coming out of the lounge.

"Hey!" He beams. "I thought I heard you. How was your day?"

Scary, exciting, exhilarating...

"Good." Apparently that's my default answer at the moment. "What are you doing home?"

He looks affronted. "You wanted to talk. I know I've got a hell of a lot of making up to do, so I cleared my schedule for the afternoon." He offers me his hand. "I want to show you something."

I blink a couple of times at him and then at his hand. I was propositioned like this an hour ago, but I doubt Linc wants to show me some kinky shit he's into. I slip my hand tentatively into his.

"Close your eyes."

"What? Why?"

"Please honey, it's a surprise."

I sigh. I'm in no mood for any more surprises today, but he is making an effort and after what I did earlier, the least I can do is humour him.

"Okay." I close my eyes and I feel him lead me I assume through the lounge and into the sunroom. The music increases slightly in volume as we walk. He stops and releases my hand.

"Open your eyes."

Holy crap!

I blink into the room and I'm greeted by wall-to-wall floral arrangements of every size, shape and colour. Linc has transformed my sunroom into some kind of bizarre, romantic hothouse. The table has been laid and set out for the two of us on my pink damask tablecloth with silver cutlery, crystal glass wear, pink candles and flowers in every possible shade of pink.

"Pink is SO not your colour, Elena. Save the pink for the small-cocked wonder you're married to - who doesn't know the meaning of cunnilingus."

I gasp as Adam's harsh words come back to haunt me. I'd been barely out of college when I had first met Linc. Pink had been my favourite colour and I'd never grown out of it. Linc seemed happy with my choice - maybe he'd wanted to hold onto that sweet young thing he'd married.

Well, I think I officially became a woman today thanks to Adam and his magical tongue...

I squirm involuntarily and blush - conveniently matching the flowers.

"What is it honey? Don't you like it? I kitted it all out in your favourite colour." Now it's Linc's turn to sigh deeply. "I thought you'd like it. I am trying here, Elena."

I rub at my forehead. "I know you are, Roger. I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting it. It's lovely, really." I turn towards him and force a smile.

He blows his cheeks out in relief. "Thank God!" He pulls a chair out for me. "Sit please. I'll pour us both a Chianti. The delivery from Danilo's will be here soon."

I gasp in shock. "Since when do Danilo's do take-out?"

"Since I paid them an exorbitant amount of money for the service! Besides - it's your favourite restaurant, isn't it?"

I nod, dumbfounded as I watch Linc pour out two glasses of deep red, Chianti. An hour ago I was watching Adam pour us both a glass of...what did he say it was called? San...something...

Linc places my glass in front of me and sits down heavily in the chair opposite me. I nervously take a welcome gulp of the dark Chianti. Linc avoids my eyes as he swirls the wine in the glass and gazes at it.

"I realised to my shame earlier," he begins in a soft, sad voice. "I've never really bought you flowers. I rang the florist and when she asked me what your favourites were, I totally floundered." He sighs. "Luckily, she seemed to sense I was in deep shit and said she'd make sure it was spectacular."

"It really is lovely, Roger." I say reassuringly. "I appreciate the thought, really."

He finally raises his dark blue eyes to mine. "I know I've not been the best of husbands, Elena. You deserved much better."

"You deserve so much better than that asshole you're married to..."

I almost choke on the Chianti as Adam's similar words float through my head. He had Linc's cards marked after five minutes. It had taken me fifteen years. Thankfully the doorbell rings, saving me from replying. Linc rises languidly from his chair.

"That'll be the food. I'll go get it."

The food from Danilo's is its usual tasty excellence. It feels surreal to be eating it in my sunroom instead of at the restaurant. We don't speak during the meal, both of us seemingly using the time for quiet reflection. My mind is replaying today's events; my clandestine meeting with Adam, showing me his secret dungeon, ripping my panties off, his fingers inside me, tasting myself, his damn tongue...

"So what are your favourite flowers?" Linc asks suddenly startling me out of my reverie.

"Oh...umm...Roses probably. I had a pink rose bouquet when we got married."

Linc closes his eyes and grimaces. "I should have remembered that." He shakes his head and then opens his eyes again and looks at me imploringly. "Elena...That...that genuinely was the happiest day of my life. Please, believe me. I never wanted to hurt you. I'd NEVER leave you. You mean the world to me..."

"Yet you still cheated." I interrupt quietly.

Linc runs his hand over his face in agitation. "Dammit, Elena, I'm really trying here!" He snaps. "I've said I was sorry, I've told you they meant nothing, I've spent a small fortune tonight and told you how much I love you. What the hell else do you want me to do?" He questions angrily.


I stand quickly, scraping the chair noisily against the hardwood floor.

"You do not have ANY right to be angry at me!" I snarl. "After fifteen years of what I thought was a happy marriage, I find out you had been having a series of affairs! What if you'd given me an STD?"

"I always wore a condom! For Christ's sake, Elena give me some credit!" He cries angrily. "I can't believe you are still being this way after I went to so much trouble to create THIS!" He waves his hand around in agitation indicating the surroundings.

"THIS," I retort, waving my hand around in what I hope is a sarcastic manner. "Is all well and good, but I'm not going to forget what you did that easily and I'm certainly nowhere NEAR ready to forgive you." I take a deep breath as I look into his shocked face. "I'll be sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms for now. I'll move my stuff in tomorrow. Right now, I just want to go to bed. Goodnight."

And with that, I rush out of the sunroom, leaving Linc gaping after me.

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