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Disclaimer: Desperate Housewives belongs to Cherry Productions and Touchstone
Television. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 03/14/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex, male/female sex,
female/female sex, strong language

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Gabrielle/m/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After she quickly leaves Victor's funeral, a saddened Gabrielle
drives herself over to the home of an old friend and fellow former model
instead of heading back to Wisteria Lane.

Other Notes: This AU story is based on a picture of the same title by an
artist named Erik Drudwyn.

Dedications;None so far.
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Desperate Housewives: Nights In White Satin
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Gabrielle Solis and I was once a highly successfull model and
able to enjoy the perks that my career has been able to give me but that was
before I had made the biggest mistake of my life and allowed myself to have
hot and steamy sex with and married Carlos Solis and moved ourselves to this
one neighborhood within the City of Fairview known as Wisteria Lane, where I
was able to make really good friends with the other housewives in the
neighborhood whose names happen to be Susan Mayer, Lynette Scavo, Bree Van
De Kamp, Edie Britt and Mary Alice Young and also where I had no choice but
to allow myself to have hot and steamy sex with our young gardener who was
known as Jonathan Rowland, which had began when Carlos had became way too
busy with work to even make love with me anymore.

Of course, that was before something really bad had caused poor Mary Alice to
sit herself down at the kitchen table, point a gun to her forehead, pull the
trigger and blow her own brains straight to hell, which -- in turn -- had
caused both Susan and Edie to start fighting over the handsome new plumber
whose name happens to be Mike Delfino, who hadfinally allowed himself to fall
in love with and marry Susan and became a loving stepfather to her young
daughter, Julie.

And while both Lynette and her husband, Tom were still having their hands
full with keeping their three rowdy young boys in line and making sure that
their pizza eatry business does not end up in the toilet, Bree had allowed
herself to marry a handsome dentist known as Orson Hodge after some crazed
nut who has been stalking Bree had tampered with her first husband Rex's
medicine and killed him instantly.

As for Edie, her young nephew whose name happens to be Austin McCann had
unexpectedly popped in on her because he was having some problems with his
mother and her latest boyfriend, only to have him start having hot and steamy
sex with Bree's young daughter, Danielle and cause the poor kid to become
pregnant with his baby, which -- in turn -- had caused Orson to tell the both
of them that Danielle was going on Bree and Orson's honeymoon with them and
Austin has no choice but to move himself far away from Wisteria Lane and
never return.

And then, after a former neighbor of Wisteria Lane whose name happens to be
Katherine Mayfair had moved herself and her family back into the neighborhood
and into the house that her deceased sister, Lillian Simms had once lived in,
I had allowed myself to marry this young and handsome stud known as Victor
Lang after I had finally gotten myself divorced from Carlos -- who had
shacked himself up with Bree -- and before I had found out that his father,
Milton has high political aspects for his sons career but that was before I
had -- believe it or not -- caused myself to start having an affair with my
own ex-husband and Victor had became ballistic after he had found out about
it.

And of course, that had caused both Carlos and I to come up with a plan to
get ourselves as far away from Wisteria Lane before Victor figures out what
we were up to but just as we were about to even put that plan into motion,
someone -- I had forgotten his name -- had handed a large envelope that
contained the papers of Carlos' many accounts and I had to rush myself
outside to pray those papers from her hands, only to have a disasterious
tornado rear its ugly head and cause the both of us to run into her house
and place ourselves into the safety of the basement, where Edie and I had
finally made amends with each other.

But while that was going on, the monsterous tornado had knocked out Carlos
and killed both Victor and another woman known as Sylvia Green -- who had
been giving poor Katherine and her family nothing but grief ever since she
had arrived on Wisteria Lane -- and laid waste to almost every home in the
neighborhood but there were some survivors including Tom and the Scavo
kids -- who had been able to wait out the storm in a neighbor's basement --
and Susan and Mike, who were lucky enough to be at the hospital at the time.

And of course, there was also a wonderful funeral for Victor but I had to get
myself out of there before his own father had allowed himself to open that
mouth of his and tell everyone else in the very room that I was nothing more
than just a cheap tramp but as soon as I had placed myself inside my car and
started driving myself away from the funeral home, I had stopped at the very
first intersection, placed my forehead on my hands, closed my eyes and began
to cry because I had finally realized that ever since I had married Carlos,
my whole entire life had became one enormous disaster.

And then, after I had wiped the tears from my eyes and took a deep breath, I
had decided to -- instead of going back to my house on Wisteria Lane -- drive
myself straight over to the home of an old friend of mine, a blonde fellow
former model whose name was Jennifer Bagley but as soon as I had arrived at
her place, gotten myself out of the car and knocked on the front door, that
door has opened itself up and allowed a curious Jennifer to stand in front of
me in only a large light blue men's shirt with some paint splotches on it,
causing me to clear my throat and say, "Look, Jen. I really am sorry for
interupting you like this. I'll just leave."

But just as I was about to do that, an understanding Jen had placed her
gentle hand on my arm and said, "No, Gaby. You don't have to leave. Why don't
you come inside and share a glass of iced tea with me?", and after I had
given that idea some thought and decided to accept her kind and generous
offer, I had stepped into the house and followed her into the kitchen, where
Jen had poured a glass of iced tea for each of us and I had poured my heart
out to her about all of the disasters that I had no choice but to experience
while I was living on Wisteria Lane.

Now, to tell you the truth, I had figured -- at first -- that she was about
to grab me by the arm, drag me out of her house and tell me never to come
back but instead of that, Jen had placed her gentle hand on top of my own,
looked at me with an understanding smile on her lips and said, "It's okay,
Gaby. I really do understand what you had gone through on Wisteria Lane.
You see, another old friend of mine had gotten herself married and moved
into such a neighborhood, only to have her 'beloved husband' cheat on her
with the maid and force her to get back at him by having a lesbian
relationship with one of her female neighbors."

But before she was about to say another word, a young and handsome male hunk
with dark-brown hair had stepped into the kitchen, cleared his throat and
said, "Say, Jen. Don't you think that we should get started on that little
project of yours?" before she had raised up her hand and answered, "In a
minute, Steven. Oh, before I forget, Gabrielle Lang meet Steven O'Donnell.
You see, I had taken up painting and Steven just happens to be one of my
models. Say, Gaby. As long as you're here anyway, how would you like to
pose for one of my paintings that I am doing for a showing at The Barbour
Gallery?"

And after she had figured that it might be better for her to do that than
just sitting around and feeling sorry for herself, a small smiling Gabrielle
had shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure. I don't see why not. What do I
have to do?", and of course, the answer to that question had came to me soon
enough because as soon as Jen had gotten easel and supplies all set-up and
had placed a CD with the song entitled 'Nights In White Satin' on it inside
the CD player, she had turned towards the bathroom door and said, "Okay,
Gaby! I'm ready when you are!"

And then, after I had opened the bathroom door, stepped into the studio with
a large white satin sheet wrapped around my bare-ass naked body and leaned
myself against a wall, Jen had started painting my portrait just in time for
me to turn my eyes toward one corner of the room and discover that Steven had
taken all of his clothes off and began stroking his stiff cock right in front
of me.

That was before I had began to notice that he was reminding me of the hot and
steamy sex that I had allowed myself to have with John and caused myself to
let go of the sheet, let it drop down to the floor and start pumping two of
my fingers in and out of my hot, wet pussy and carressing my own tits with
the other hand before Steven had moved himself closer to me, kissed me ever
so passionately on the lips and started licking all over my nude body -- all
the way down to my hot, moist snatch and carressing my firm breasts.

And after Jen had placed her paints and brush on the easel, removed the large
light blue men's shirt and started pumping two of her fingers in and out of
her hot and steamy cunt and carressing her own tits with the other hand, I
had placed my hands on Steven's bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh,
yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Steven! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet
pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" before she had moved herself closer to the both of us,
placed one of her hands on his bare back and the other hand on my bare
shoulder and began sucking on my stiff mounds, causing me to realize that I
am still able to experience pure and untamed sexual pleasure without Carlos
or Victor and enjoy every minute of it.

That was before the three of us had laid ourselves down on the floor and
Steven had placed his stone hard dick inside Jen's pussy and began licking
on my snatch just in time for me to place my hands on my silky-smooth naked
thighs and start sucking on her tits, causing a sexually-energized Jen to
place her hands on my bare back and yell at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH,
YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, STEVEN! DO IT, GABY! TOUCH ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE
LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after we had started moving ourselves harder and faster and our
lovemaking has finally moved itself out of Wisteria Lane, Jen, Steven and I
had all came and collapsed due to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked
arms in a lover's embrace, while everyone else within the City of Fairview
had kept on doing their normal daily routines.

Just then, after I had finally returned to my house on Wisteria Lane, I had
walked myself over to the homes of Susan, Bree, Edie, Lynette and Katherine
and invited all of them to attend a showing of Jen's latest artwork at The
Barbour Gallery on the corner of Mero Street and DeCesare Avenue before I
had walked myself back to my place, called the moving van and started
packing up all of my personal stuff because I really do want to get myself
out Wistera Lane and start a whole new life for myself somewhere else.

THE END!

    

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