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Stormy

By: aukamm



Life never unfolds the way we want, the way we expect. No matter how careful we plan, no matter how logical our decisions are, life has a way of grabbing a man by the gonads and squeezing.

Mathew was comfortable in his solitude; he never expected it to be so nice. His wife had gotten bored years before the divorce was final, the kids were off to college and he expected to be miserable. But leaving work at five, an hour at the gym, dinner was anything he felt like eating and then no one to fight over the remote ... he enjoyed this unencumbered existence.

Matt was an Electrical Engineer, managing a department of engineers and techs, in love with the details, lost in the minutia and only concerned with getting it right. He didn't enjoy managing, just demanded his people get it right, nothing more, nothing less. He assigned work based upon skill level and he had years before developed performance monitoring software that told him who the slackers were. Performance reviews were just that, look at the print outs and see if they improved or declined. There were no secrets, everyone could click the icon on their desktops and see how everyone compared at any time.

The only one not logged onto the performance monitor was Veronica. Her duties were administrative, answering the phone, billings, and maintaining the files. She was quiet, fast, efficient, and rarely made a mistake. She didn't look plain ... business like would be a good description ... she had a nice figure, but it would be hard to say it was anything but professional. She wore a starched white blouse and knee length dark skirt everyday. Her light brown or dirty blond hair was pulled tight back in a pony tail, glasses, light makeup ... perfect for the position.

The engineers and techs were mostly married, just three were not, one was a closet gay that everyone knew about and didn't care and the other two were so nerdy with short pants and pocket protectors, personal hygiene problems ... well, there was no fraternizing going on in the office with Veronica. Occasionally a married guy would stop to flirt, but Matt's scowl would put an end to that. Generally, 99% of the time they stayed in the back and the two of them stayed up front.

The office was arranged front and back like that. Matt's office was up front at the window, double glass french doors between his and Veronica's desk right inside the entrance door. All the engineers and techs were in the back; they parked back there and rarely came into the reception area. There were only four parking spaces up front, one for Matt another for his administrator, a client space and handicapped ... always empty. In the twenty years Matt had been there, he had never seen anyone park there. The bathrooms and lunchrooms were in the middle. Veronica had control of the buzzer to open the door beside her desk, preventing people coming in the front from access to the workstations in the rear, mandated by the defense department contracts. The rear access was also controlled by Veronica; she had a video camera.

All this tight security mandated that Veronica arrive first and leave last, the extra hours of overtime each day were sorely appreciated. Legally, the HR people were strictly limited by the questions they were allowed to ask during the interview. Since Veronica had no access to security data, her HS transcripts were verified and references checked, she passed the psyche profile test and she was hired. Matt couldn't have been happier with her performance, never having to worry about anything she was assigned.

Finding Veronica was a godsend for Matt, he normally had a constant search to replace his administrator, always problems showing up on time or making mistakes ... but not for the last five years. Matt knew nothing about her personally, he never bothered to ask. He only knew she was always on time and always did her job, the rest was superfluous. He gave her the high-middle pay raise every year, tried, but wasn't allowed to go higher. She was doing alright, now at over seventeen an hour, a girl with no college ... that was pretty good. He didn't even know how old she was.

Matt was making more than three times what Veronica was, and that was before all his bonuses, but then he had a BSEE, an MSEE, and twenty-three years experience. His life was controlled, happy in a solitary way, holidays with his kids, baseball in the summer, football in the fall and basketball after that. He had fifty channels of sports at home, HD on most of them, life was good. And the home was organized, clean and perfect; he had a service. He played golf on weekends with other managers from the company, a standing foursome, so a day to maintain his big house and then back to work on Monday, a neat and tidy life ... happy. He spent years of hard work getting to this plane of existence and he would do anything to keep it that way.

Veronica had just the opposite ... chaos ... the office was the only thing stable to her reality. She had a child who was an out of control monster, running the household at the age of seven. And the biological father was a no-show since she announced she was pregnant, hiding from her child support needs. Since then it was an endless string of seemingly nice-guy hunks turning into jerks for boy friends. The last one stole all her savings, ruined her credit, and still has her car. She turned him into the police, but they didn't really look ... and the insurance company was fighting her about the car, saying she gave the boyfriend the vehicle; he didn't steal it since he was listed on her policy as one of the drivers.

She lived in a crappy apartment and was fighting tooth and nail to hold onto it, the credit card companies and collection agencies were ringing her phone off the hook, filling her mail with yellow and red envelopes. She knew if she lost that apartment, she would not get another ... homeless and out on the street with no family to fall back onto for support.

Matt was just finishing up a meeting with a client, one of the big aerospace companies. 

Dan Waters was a big man, friendly, he had a twenty year career in the Air Force before this job. He had a perfect smile, dirty grin and sexual joke about everything. He had been trying to get Matt to go clubbing with him for years with no success.

Matt was always friendly with the clients, the part of his job he liked the least, but they paid the bills.

"Come on Matt, you have to come, just once ... and if you don't have fun then I promise I'll never ask again."

"Dan, you know it's the Lakers playing tonight, I never miss the opportunity to watch the Spurs beat the Lakers."

"Matt, that is no excuse, Kobe is not playing tonight, it doesn't matter who wins ... come on, I promise never to ask again ... I know you're not married, you have to miss some of that action."

Matt couldn't think how to reply. He really didn't miss the action. He resigned himself to not be a sexual person when the wife turned crabby, always complaining and torturing his ego those last five years ... he just kept all that out of sight and out of mind. But he couldn't admit that to Dan, not to one of the 'guys', someone that got around to all the executives, not to a client. And Dan knew his sports too well, he couldn't think of an excuse.

"Matt, we'll take my car, you can meet me at Hooters for dinner, seven o'clock; we'll catch a few minutes of your game and go from there."

"Hooters, the place with all the babes?"

"Yeah, its really tame, the girls all wear bras and panty hose ... or we can go to Benny's Crab shack, the babes are all over you there, no bras?"

"Okay, Hooters ... seven," and he was already regretting that choice.

Dan left and Matt was still bothered. He could still go to the gym, go home and change in time ... but Dan was a scary guy, bigger than life, no telling what he would drag him into. Matt saw Veronica beside his desk filing some invoices, "Hooters ... Veronica ... oh, sorry, that isn't how I meant it ... the restaurant, Hooters, Dan has been twisting my arm for years, I finally agreed to eat dinner there with him ... ever been there?"

"Yes sir, family place really, nothing risqué ... all just innuendo and the name, can't put that on an expense report."

"Really? No nudity?"

"None, the girls wear push-up bras, a little cleavage, but otherwise well covered."

"Thank you Veronica, it makes me feel better ... I don't know why I finally caved in. I don't do stuff ... I could never hang out with Dan, guys like that."

"Yes sir, I know."

"So I'm not going to get in any trouble if the executives find out?"

"You'll see lots of kids there; they wouldn't let kids in there if anything wasn't appropriate."

"So when were you there?"

"Three, maybe four years ago ... brought my daughter, wasn't a problem ... it turned out my boyfriend at the time was chasing one of the waitresses."

"So you're not married? Divorced?"

"No sir, never married, he skipped when he found out I was pregnant ... I was on the pill ... she's seven now."

"Does he pay child support? ... sorry, none of my business, this whole line is none of my business."

"That's okay; I don't mind ... I seem to have really bad luck with guys. They all seem so sincere ... I tend to fall for their bull shit, oh sorry, I mean lies ... they are all liars."

"Not all guys, just the ones you've chosen ... maybe you need to look in different places next time."

"I don't look, they seem to find me ... like I have never gone to a bar or anything looking to pick up a guy ... James ... I broke up with him a year ago and it still haunts me. I met him in a grocery store, produce ... he was so sweet, helped me to the car with my stuff in the rain ... I never knew."

"Sounds painful ... are you all caught up? I can listen if you have the time. I don't have anything for the next half hour."

"Yes sir ... finished the billings, no one calls this late in the day, everyone is gone in the back ... James ... he emptied over five thousand I had in savings, put another six thousand on my credit cards without my knowing and then stole my car. We only dated for three months, I just helped him with insurance because it saved money, he never slept over ... I had no idea, all my friends loved him, I never knew ... even talked to his Mom a couple times on the phone."

"So are you fighting the credit charges?"

"The first charges he did were to cards I never applied for. He applied on-line and over the phone ... I guess he made his voice sound like a woman or had a friend. And the last month we dated he ran up charges on the two cards that should have been a zero balance, maxed them out with cash advances, I never used them, kept them in a drawer at home ... I still don't know how he did that."

"So what does your lawyer say about all this?"

"Lawyer? Have you ever tried to get a lawyer to help with anything? If you don't have a job you can get free legal advice, but since I'm working, It would cost over ten thousand dollars to straighten this mess up ... and the insurance company won't pay me for the car he stole, I'm taking the bus everywhere, I can't get another car because my credit is so fucked up, sorry, screwed up."

"So how did he get your savings money?"

They claim I called and asked to have a check sent to the apartment, closing out the account, they said he knew my pin number and mother's maiden name and sounded like a woman."

"Yeah, the bank won't settle unless you have an attorney, the credit won't clear up either ... wow, I wish I knew how I could help." He looked at Veronica and she had to look away, to get a tissue off his credenza to blot her eyes. "If you knew where he was, I could help you kill him and dispose of the body." He said that to lighten the tension.

She chuckled a bit, but said under her breath, "Yeah, I could kill him ..."

"So the bus ... how long does that take you?"

"Usually an hour and ten minutes, I have to leave two hours early to get Steffie in daycare first. And I have to be there by six to pick her up ... I've been late everyday for the last month, they want to cancel my account, and it is so expensive, I don't have any options because my credit is so bad."

"How long did it take before, to drive?"

"Fifteen minutes, I didn't need daycare in the mornings."

"Oh, well give me your address ... you don't mind do you? I'm thinking of mapping the addresses of everyone here ... between the twenty three of us we should be able to start carpooling, I'll call it our green program, to reduce our carbon footprint."

"But that won't work, we have flex time ... and I have to be here first and last ... you are the only one that works as many hours."

"So maybe I can help ... give me the address."

Veronica was very uncertain about this, getting her stuffed shirt boss involved in her problems could jeopardize her job ... and without the job, she might as well commit suicide. "No sir ... I'm putting some money away, another few months and I'll be able to buy a car for cash. I'll be okay." And she knew that was a lie as soon as it came out of her mouth, things were headed down hill and spiraling out of control, getting deeper in debt.

"Well at least let me drop you off tonight, you won't be late and I'm still lacking the courage to hang out with Dan ... you can tell me it's going to be alright. And besides, I was a father, still am, I know how hard it is to arrange all those trips ... and wait until she gets to be a teenager; everyday its Karate lessons, shopping at the mall, hanging with friends, this club, that team ... it never ends, a nightmare if you're single."

"Alright ... just tonight sir." She stood up and knew it was wrong, knew she was risking everything ... but trapped ... she went back to her desk knowing she should never have said anything to him about her problems.

Matt was worried, not sure what to worry about ... it was so simple when he didn't know anything ... and she had been so perfect all those years, never a question of her reliability. And he thought back to all the terrible people that sat at her desk before her. Brrrrr! ... that gave him chills ... especially the tattoo lady, and the young gay guy always crying ... and Sheena, never on time two days in a row, and only after she was threatened with her job but then late again the day after ... oh, and Gabby, the really fat one that broke her chair and huffed and puffed just to stand up to get to the door, unable to do the filing because of her size. No, Veronica was worth a little extra drive out of his way to save ... to keep his life uncomplicated and perfect.

It felt really strange to go out the door together after he did his walk through, checking all the bathrooms and closets and the back doors. Matt set the alarm code, held the door for Veronica, locked up and opened the door to his truck, a quad cab, all leather inside, holding her arm to help, but not looking as she climbed in. He needed the truck for tailgating with his kids when they went to football games in the fall; otherwise, he had never had anything in the bed since he bought it.

"Still smells new," Veronica said as she settled into the plush leather, the foot well so large she could stretch out.

"I have it detailed once a month in the winter, about every two months the rest of the year." And Matt felt strange again with Veronica sitting there. She was all the way on the other side of the cab, but the big truck now had two occupants, not one as he was used to. "Seat belts."

"Do I have to?"

He just nodded his head.

"Sorry sir, I know I should ..." and she was getting nervous again about her boss getting into her life, finding out things that may cost her that precious job. She sucked in her breath; she would have to be on her best behavior.

"'Sir' sounds a little formal outside the office. When we're outside the office please call me Matt."

"Yes sir, I mean Matt."

She directed him to the daycare to pick up Steffie, just a twenty minute trip.

He waited while she went inside and signed her out.

"Matt, I'd like to introduce you to Stephanie, my daughter ... Steffie, this is Matt."

"Not another boyfriend ... Matt, are you going to steal from my Mommy?"

"Steff, be good, Matt is my boss. He is not my boy friend; he just gave me a ride so I wouldn't be late."

"Oh, but don't try and boss me around, because you are not my father and I don't have to do anything you say."

Veronica already knew this was a bad idea, praying that she wasn't getting fired over this, "Steff, shut your mouth and I will deal with you at home."

"I will not shut my mouth and I am tired of eating the shit you feed me every night, why can't we go out to eat anymore? I want to go to TGI Fridays."

"Sir, I mean Matt, I am so sorry for this ... you have to believe me, she hasn't always been this way. I apologize, you must think I'm a terrible mother."

"Which way?" he was a little shocked at her bad parenting skills, another something he was happier not knowing about ... but it was her problem, not his. "Seat belts or we are not going anywhere."

Veronica directed him the short five minute drive to the apartment complex.

Matt thought the place looked nice from the entrance, but then saw all the out of control kids hanging around once they were inside.

Steffie jumped out as soon as he pulled over, getting a little hung up in the seat belt, not waiting for the truck to completely stop.

Veronica started to chase after her until Matt said, "Veronica ... she needs a father figure in her life ... someone stable ... and never tell her an imprecise punishment like I will deal with you later ... you need to be very precise, set their boundaries like brick walls around, they need to know those wall are there to feel safe."

"I don't understand sir ... eh Matt."

"Okay, little steps ... she was disrespectful to you and to me. You need to tell her very quietly, in a very controlled way showing no emotion that she is going to be punished for both those acts of disrespect. The punishment has to be precise, like no desert for two nights, or take away her phone privileges, or both, something, precise with a time limit. Tell her the next time she disrespects you it will be double, triple after that until she understands. Believe me, she wants you to discipline her, she is mad at you because you don't."

"But she will throw a tantrum ..."

"Doesn't matter ... a tantrum is another punishable item. Set a precise punishment for that as well. If she throws something, another punishment, be precise. And another idea would be to put up a calendar ... tell her two days without any Xs and she will get a reward. It doesn't even have to be a big reward, maybe something like she gets to choose what you make for dinner; give her a list of choices."

"A calendar ... I have an extra one at the office."

"What time in the morning, where is her school?"

"No, you said just tonight, I don't want you to come tomorrow, I can handle the mornings."

"It's my green program remember? Its on my way, I have to come this way to work."

"But sir?"

"What time ... six forty?"

"Six forty ... you can't do this everyday, it isn't right."

"Stop arguing with me, I'll be late for the gym."

"Yes, sir, eh Matt ... thank you."

Matt was happy to get out of that horrible complex, worried the kids might throw something at his truck. As soon as he was onto the highway he started thinking ... the legal problems ... he could get his corporate policy, the free legal assistance to get involved as a credit card stolen identity ... they would understand if he wanted to keep his administrator, not putting it on her record in any way. He knew he had to keep her; he couldn't go back to Gabby and Sheena, the endless list of temps.

His workout was light, just the ellipsoidal for an hour, a few curls. He was forty-three and feeling the old age stuff happening to his body. There were guys there at the gym in their seventies in better shape than he was, at least he thought so ... and he obsessed about the small stuff that others didn't see. He wasn't very proud of his form, but then he never had been, even as a teen on the cross country team, he was too skinny, now he was too fat ... in his mind. He could still get into his thirty-four pants with some room to spare, better than ninety percent his age. And his hair was thinning a little ... it bothered him a lot, wondering if he would need to have transplants some day.


Stormy Affair



Authors Note

Revised on July 2015

This story was based in part on a real incident and in part from a dream.

All characters who have sex are 18 plus.

No animals were harmed in the making of this story.

This story contains hetrosexual intercourse, father daughter incest, and minor mother daughter incest. If you don't like these activities then please find another story more to your liking.

Votes and comments are always appreciated. I appreciate any and all constructive feedback both positive and negative. Comments about the types of sexual activities will be deleted! You have been warned what is in the story.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

As always, this story is © 2012 by Ldy_Sea. All Rights Reserved. 

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I was a normal guy, living a normal life. House, pool, wife, 2.5 kids (my stepson only lives with us part time). The only thing missing was the white picket fence. I did all the usual dad stuff with my kids, bar be ques, flying the flag, scouting, camping, church, and even an occasional ball game.

Let me tell you about my family. My Wife, Thien Ly is a short statuesque Vietnamese woman. After 3 kids she's still has a sexy 34B-28-36 body. At 38 her breasts do have some sag but no stretch marks. The most remarked on feature my wife has is her freckles.

Neither my son nor my stepson figures into this story so you don't need to know about them.

My daughter, Kara is better known as Shortstack. She got that nickname because one morning when she was just starting to eat solid food, I made some pancakes and put them on the table. She climbed up into the chair in front of the pancakes, got a fork and tried to start eating them. The picture of this is one of my favorites. Anyway, Kara is the reason for this story so let me tell you about her.

She just turned 18 a few months ago. She is a perfectly normal girl, with posters of Katy Perry and Ashton Kutcher in her room. She is tall for a girl at 5'8" Pitch black shoulder length hair, olive complexion well proportioned, though like her mother and grandmother she has larger than average breasts, not Dolly Parton but enough that even at 11 she was turning heads. Being part Hispanic, on my side she has dark mysterious eyes and a J Lo type butt. Her combination of Irish Vietnamese and Cuban really gave her an exotic look. She is self assured and has a great sense of humor. She is also friendly and gregarious to a fault, therefore very popular with the boys.

There is one deep dark secret my daughter has. She suffers from an extremely serious case of Astraphobia. For those who don't know this is a fear of thunder. One boom of thunder and she goes into hysterics that don't stop until she falls asleep, or the storm passes. Living in Florida, the lightening capital of the world, didn't help any. We've tried all kinds of therapies and medications and nothing helps. We first saw the symptoms when Kara was 3 or so, and got her first big girl bed. There was an unusually violent thunderstorm that stalled over our house. Before one thunderclap died another was rattling the windows.

Kara climbed into bed with my wife and buried her face in my chest. Her tiny body was shiveringas she clutched me and cried. She clung to me for dear life until she fell asleep.

My wife and I had always slept naked, but after that night, I went out and bought some gym shorts to wear in bed. My wife also got a few long tee shirts and started wearing them to sleep with nothing under them.

As the years went on a pattern developed. Every time there was a thunder storm, Kara would climb into my lap and wrap her arms around me crying into my chest until the storm passed.

Once my daughter was 8 years old, she noticed mommy only wore a night shirt without underwear to bed. So she started to dress the same way for bed. Many was the night I had to adjust her night shirt or sheets to protect her modesty.

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But enough reverie. Here's what you really want ot hear about. Last night there was a really bad storm and Kara worse than usual. The storm finally subsided around 2am, and I was finally able to get Kara to go to bed. Once she fell asleep, I tucked her in and kissed her goodnight on her forehead and went to bed. Thien was feeling amorous, and had been waiting for me. As I lay down in bed, she wasted no time in pulling my dick out of my shorts and started to give me a hand job. I was quickly erect and ready very quickly. Thien had been playing with herself waiting for me so she was sopping wet. I rolled onto my side and entered her delicious pussy from behind. My cock easily sank balls deep into her and started to fuck her cunt fast and hard.

Thien started to thrust her hips back into me slamming her sexy ass into my waist. I slide my hands under her nightshirt, and began to pinch her nipples as I furiously drove my cock into her slit. We fucked fast and hard until all too soon I blasted a load of cum into her. My white hot cream filling her caused her pussy to spasm prolonging my orgasm, which drove her over the edge. Her body began to trrash as waves of pleasure enveloped her. After recovering from our intense fuck, we snuggled together and fell asleep.

The next day we were all tired from the late night. We had a quick dinner watced a movie and went to bed. As I lay in bed with Thien my dick started to grow. I pulled Thien close rubbing my hardenng dick on her ass, as my hands started to cub her tits through her night shirt. Thien sternly said "Stop as she pulled her ass away from my erection smacked my hands. I sighed in disappointment and adjusted my position to one more conducive to sleep than fucking.

At some point during the night, my cock must have slipped out of my shorts, and my wifes nightshirt had ridden up past her waist exposing her pretty little pussy. My dick was between her thighs and her cunt lips were hugging my shaft. While I wasn't inside her the sensations on my cock were the same.

She was sound asleep, but moaning in pleasure as I shifted my hips carefully so I could start thrusting without waking her up. I was still half asleep and enjoying this early morning romp so I didn't question why or how it happened 

My hands found her naked ass and I began to squeeze and rub those globes. I heard the sexy woman beside me moan and through the fog of sleep, I was able to notice something different about the voice. Not sure what was wrong, I continued thrusting. My lover shifted her hips a bit and on my next forward thrust my cock was encased in a nice tight wet pussy. Just then a bold of lightning lit up the room. I could clearly see my daughter was in my bed laying between Thien and I. It was Karas pussy I was fucking.

When the realization that I was fucking my daughter hit me, I was instantly fully awake, "Oh Shit", I moaned as my hips involuntarily continued to thrust into her wet pussy. The small part of my brain that

wasn't preoccupied with sex figured out what had happened. Another storm rolled through, and Kara ccame into our bedroom. The strom must have been mild for her to fall asleep without waking me up. Then, somehow during the night our bodies had intertwined and eventually joined in the most intimate of actions.

My body froze in panic not sure what to do. Part of me was screaming for me to continue, another part was listing the ramifications of this incesteous act. Divorce, Prison, Familal Excommunication, Registered Sex Offender, Unemployment, and more. As my brain was trying to get my body to respond and extricate myself before anyone found out, my daughters eyes opened. My heart sunk knowing when she realized her father was raping her, she would scream and Thien would wake up and then my life would be over. I braced myself for the hellstorm that was about to become my life.

"Daddy," she whispered, "Don't stop it feels so good. When I climbed into your bed, I sa your cock peeking out of your shorts, and I thought that daddy could calm me down with it. I started to play with it and even took it into my mouth to get it hard, then I slipped between you and mom and rubbed my ass on it until it slipped inside me. I hope you're not mad.

I felt myself grow harder as my daughter admitted she wanted me to fuck her, and I realized that I wasn't about to be killed. I was so confused I couldn't speak. Kara started to thrust her hips and squeezing my cock with her young pussy. I mentall shrugged and began to enjoythe sensations of fucking my sexy teenage daughters hot tight wet pussy. 

There was another bolt of lightning and my wife's eyes fluttered open momentarily, "Kara you in here baby," she asked dreamily.

"Yes mommy."

"Is daddy taking care of you?"

"Ohhh YES mommy, better than ever."

"Good baby. Glad your not crying. Keep doing whatever it takes so you don't cry." Thien then rolled onto her side and went back to sleep.

"Daddy, I heard guys like to watch two girls together. Would you like it if I started to play with mommy's breasts while you fuck me?"

I groaned as the thought of my daughter suckling on her mother like she did when she was younger as I drove my cock into her dripping slit. could only grunt as I was trying to last as long as possible since I I was trying to make this last since I was sure this would be a one time occurrence.

"Then watch this daddy," Kara gently pulled up my wifes night shirt, and exposed her body to our lustful gaze. Kara lightly rested her hands on my wifes naked hips, and started to gently caress Thiens skin, moving slowly up her body. Just as her hand was about to reach my wifes big soft breasts, Kara ra leaned down and kissed her mom on her erect right nipple. Karas other hand had slid down her moms body and began to rub my wifes pussy. Wathing my daughter feel up her sleeping mother, drove me crazy with lust, and I began to drive my cock home with a frenzy.

Kara bite Thiens nipple, and the pain woke up my wife. Her eyes flew open and she screamed in pain. Her scream pushed me over rhte edge and I sprayed my daughters fertile pussy with my seed. Kara saw her mother watching her get fucked by her father who was howling as his cock jetted blast after blast of sperm deep into her pussy. The same seed that created her, was now filling her. Kara was driven to sensory overload and joined in the family uproar as her orgasm took her to peaks of pleasure she never knew existed.

As my orgasm subsided, and my higher brain functions began to reassert control over my body, I opened my eyes to see a puzzled look on my wife's face, and a daughter who was lazily sucking on her moms breast., with her fathers limp cock still inside her. 

"Wha . . . How . . . when?" my wife was trying to decide which question to ask first. I extricated myself from my daughter and Kara whimpered as my cock left her body.

"I ..." had no idea what to say, so I shrugged and looked at my wife who looked confused but not angry.

My brain was fogged from lack of sleep and I had no idea what to say. So I said the first thing that popped into my head. "I need a shower." My wife and daughter looked at me strangly but didn't say anything so I jumped out of bed and ran naked to the bathroom. Isat on the toilet and rubbed my face. I didn't know what was going to happen, and I needed time to think. I turned on the shower to full cold so I would wake up and get rid of the damn tiredness that was making it hard for my brain to work.

After a long cold shower I was invigorated, and my brain was functioning better. I wrapped a twel around my waist and walked back into my bedroom. Kara was still in my bed covered by the sheets, lost in thought, and Thien was laying on her side facing away from Kara,pretending to sleep. I looked at the clock and it was only 3am, so I climbed back into bed to try and get some sleep, grateful for the reprieve. I slept restlessly the rest of the night, tossing and turning and I had troubled ddreams which I couldn't remember. 

When I awoke, my wife and daughter were sitting on my wife'sthe settee, completely naked. I kept my eyes mostly closed watching the two woman I loved sitting together naked. I heard Kara tell my wife how she saw my cock when she got into our bed, and how she started to stroke it and even sucked on it while I was asleep. She went on to say that playing with her daddys cock made her feel happy even though there was a thunder storm outside. 

I lay there not wanting to ruin the moment by letting my girls know I was awake. I was holding my breath waiting for my wifes reaction to our daughters confession. My wife was looking thoughtful, and I heard Kara say "Mom I know it's weird, but I think if daddy and I did that when a storm was around, it would finally help me deal with my fear."

At that point, I yawned letting them know I was awake. When I opened my eyes both woman were looking at me. I looked at the two naked woman and just lay there not saying anything. I began to compare the two ladies bodies. Kara was almost identical to her mom, except 20 years younger so nothing was sagging yet. But of the two woman my wife was definitly the sexier of the two. My wife gave me a dirty look knowing the thoughts that were running through my head."We've come to a decision," my wife announced.

I looked at her questioningly, wondering what my future held. "From now on whenever there's a storm, you will bring your Kara to orgasm however the two of you decide."

"But. . .," I began and was cut off.

"No arguments. This is what she needs and she will get it. If you agree then I'll help sometimes too." My mouth open and closed like a fish not knowing what to say, butknowing I was supposed to say something.

"Really mommy," my daughter cooed jumping up and down in her excitement. I watched her teen titties bounce and figured what the hell. If the wife says its okay to fuck my teenage daughter, and my daughter wants to fuck me, who am I to say no. 

At that moment there was a loud blast of thunder. My naked daughter jumped on top of me, her pussy landing very close to my mouth. So I began to do what any dad would do in this situation. My hands grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her cunt right onto my mouth. My tongue reached out and began to probe the folds of my daughters sweet cunt.

As her juices began to flow into my mouth, I felt a warm wetness envelope my cock. I was unable to see what was going on, but I heard Kara giggle "Daddy, mommy is sucking your dick while you lick my pussy. Later on I want to lick mommy while I fuck you.

It hit me right then. My daughter giggled, not cried, but giggled, during a thunderstorm. At that moment, I vowed to be my daughters lover as long as she needed me to help her overcome her fears.



Stormy



She couldn't respond, just laughed her way back to her desk.

The weekend went well, Mrs. Baumgartner had a slew of fun projects, took Steffie shopping for some new clothes, shoes and slept over, taking her to Veronica's apartment door in the morning, refusing any compensation ... she was a lonely old rich widow, needing grandchildren of which she had none, her only daughter was gay.

And Steffie fell in love with Matt's big house ... the pool, his daughter's room with the princess poster bed, the huge flat screen TVs and Mrs. Baumgartner. She couldn't stop talking about the experience for weeks, especially when Matt picked them up in the truck.

Matt was getting it on both ends ... Steffie needling him every morning and afternoon ... and Mrs. Baumgartner calling to ask when she could see Stephanie again. So what started out as a favor, turned into a weekly Friday night sleepover, Matt brought her home with him and Mrs. Baumgartner slept in the guest bedroom.

And Matt couldn't get that temptation out of his mind ... it was three months after the original event with Dan that Matt left Steffie at his place with Mrs. Baumgartner on a Friday night, stopped by the ATM, stuffed two hundred dollars in his pocket and went looking for Brea.

He walked into the same club, LeEleganz and waited the entire round of dancers to do their act on stage, probably twenty of them ... Brea wasn't there. He asked, no one knew. In fact he didn't recognize any of the women ... perhaps his state of mind at the time. And the smoke was making him sick. He tried a beer and that tasted watered down. He bought two lap dances from two beautiful women ... but it wasn't the same ... they didn't whisper nasty things in his ear and they wouldn't let him touch them ... the breasts were amazing to look at, but it wasn't the same. He left very unsatisfied, mildly turned on.

Matt drove to three other places in that town ... it was known to have the most liberal laws regarding gentlemen's clubs ... the first looked like an old western saloon, totally uninspiring except for a woman that had her boy friend hanging on her in between stage appearances. The woman was amazing to look at, the body of Aphrodite ... but he couldn't get excited with her old man standing a few feet away.

The second place was nearly empty, the talent uninspired. There were three bouncers there that had a guy on the floor, one kneeling on his neck while he called on a cell, the other two holding his arms behind his back as he screamed in pain. Matt left and passed the police car pulling into the lot.

The last was promising, darker and more private than all the rest, but the women all too skanky for Matt. They had the tattoos and piercings ... just looked dirty and sick, probably on drugs. He went home seriously disappointed, still smelling foul with all that smoke and nasty stuff ... but only mildly turned on, difficult to get his release until he thought back to the night with Brea.

Matt did some soul searching that weekend ... those clubs were just teasers, defying all logic as to why a healthy man should go there. He realized the newness of the orgy type surroundings, all the naked flesh ... and Brea was a pro at milking a man's wallet. He needed to either find a pro that was as good like that or better ... or let it go, return to his hermit like life-style. The prospect of hiring a pro sucking out all his hard earned cash did not seem as appealing as that first night ... he resigned to let it go.

Matt continued his morning and afternoon carpooling, his now Wednesday evening dinners, so Steffie could have Pizza with Mrs. Baumgartner on Friday ... it was part of his daily routine and he looked forward to it, always anxious to hear about the new school project and the great reports from teachers. Funny, when he had kids that age he felt under more stress.

Veronica sensed it was now different with her daughter. Steffie was telling Matt things that she never told her. She was telling him how she felt, what her attitudes were ... she had never heard any of that. It was always just a running fight before Matt started helping ... and Steffie was acting like she wanted to be a better person, really working hard, studying hard and impressing everyone. Veronica was a little jealous, but knew Matt had a gift, a motivational gift and he never said a harsh word.

But Veronica was not about to trust Matt ... she knew ... he was probably just like all men. This was probably a con like it had always been before ... especially since she knew ... he was good with Steffie and she didn't have to worry about that, never even a hint of impropriety ... no she knew he was just like all the other men, liars and jerks, but couldn't say anything, her job was too precious to risk it, he would ask how she knew.

It was after lunch one Tuesday when Dan called him. The first half hour they talked about work, a new set of contracts ... all good, no surprises. Then Dan said something that shocked Matt to the core, "Matt buddy ... it has been bothering me for a couple weeks ... I knew I recognized your secretary ... I could never put my finger on it, who she was ... until last Friday night ... I thought your people had to sign a morals contract?"

"Dan, what are you talking about? What did you see her do?"

"Doing ... Matt, that club we went to? LeEleganz? She works there ... she's a stripper, her stage name is Stormy."

"Dan, come on, don't be ridiculous."

"Friday night, I swear."

"Dan we car pool together, I have been in her apartment, I know her kid, she cannot be a stripper."

"Matt, she was wearing a wig, she didn't have the glasses ... but you know me, I know my girls ... ask her."

"Dan if it was her ... I'd have to fire her. Yes, she has been under some really bad financial pressure, but she wouldn't do that."

"So come with me Friday if you are too chicken to ask?"

"No, that smoke made me sick, I'll die if I go back to a place like that again. I coughed up black stuff for two days."

"So you wait, I'll ask her this coming Friday ... I would have last week, but then she disappeared before closing, I was sort of busy."

"I'll bet it was your imagination, dinner on me if I'm wrong."

"It's a bet Matt, call you at home Saturday."

Matt sat in his chair and stewed ... he felt betrayed ... maybe it wasn't true ... but she had to know her job was on the line if she ever did it again. All those long hours of discussions trying to help Steffie ... how could she? And he knew he had to calm down before confronting her. He knew he had to wait at least an hour ... he was beside himself ... and now he was going to have to bring those temps in again ... shit!

It was an hour before the end of the day; he couldn't put it off any more. He pushed his intercom, "Veronica, I need to see you."

"Just a second sir ... the last employee is leaving in the back, I have to buzz him out."

She came in and stood in front of his desk, she could see the look on his face ... it was serious. Her personnel file was in front of him, her face turned white.

"Have a seat. Veronica ... I just received a phone call ... you probably know what this is about ... I am feeling so betrayed ... how could you do that? You are Steffie's Mother?"

All the blood was gone from her face, she hung her head low, "I don't know another way out ... I haven't told you, its much worse than you think ... I need an extra thousand a month to pay off the interest ... I was trying to save money for a car, but I had to spend that on the payments."

"But why couldn't you work at an all night Wal-Mart or something?"

"I looked into that ... I would have to work forty-four more hours a week to make the same money ... but that didn't cover the babysitting ... I would have to work another thirty hours to pay that. At the club it was just four nights a month, the nights Steffie would be at your house ... no sitter to pay. I can't leave her in the apartment alone."

"Why didn't you come to me, tell me the problem?"

"Because I thought you would fire me like you are about to do." Veronica started crying, hiding her head in shame.

"Tell me where this debt came from?"

"It's fifty thousand dollars ... I haven't been able to pay any of the principle (sobbing) ... I have been so stupid ... the boyfriend before James ... I was in love with Sunny ... we lived together for two years, we were talking about marriage, but he wasn't good with Steffie like you ... and he was caught by an undercover officer dealing drugs. I had no idea he was doing that ... he found a lawyer that said he could get him off for fifty thousand dollars, he guaranteed it ... Sonny promised never to do it again, that it was his first conviction, that it was the first time he ever tried to make money like that, he swore it was just a trap and that the undercover was lying."

"So you gave the lawyer fifty thousand dollars?"

"My credit was good then, I've been making payments."

"So what happened to this guy you were going to marry?"

"He got on the witness stand and said I conned him into doing it, blamed everything on me ... no one believed him, the drug transaction was video taped, he's a compulsive liar ... his third felony conviction, he went away for a long time, thirty years."

"And you're stuck with the legal bill?"

She nodded her head and was sobbing again.

"Well you can't go to that club ever again. Dan will see you, he'll tell everyone and we'll both be fired. I have a feeling he goes to all the clubs."

"So you're not going to fire me?"

"I will if you ever try and strip again."

"So why is there such a double standard?"

Mat was worried, the blood rushed out of his face. "What, you mean like why can Dan go to places like that and you can't?"

"Exactly ... and you too?"

"What do you mean 'you too'?"

"Baseball hat, tinted glasses?"

Matt was caught, he had no way out. "Twice ... in my whole life, I went twice."

"And I believed Sunny and James and all the others when they lied to me. I'm not going to believe your lies anymore; you're no different than all men."

"You're right ... I'm no different ... I have the same hormones, the same lapses in judgment. That night Dan took me to Hooters? That was my first ... I'll admit, it was a mind blowing experience ... a girl there did a lap dance ... she was such a tease."

"How much did you spend?"

"Hundred and fifty, thirty was a tip ... two beers."

"So how many times since that first?"

"One ... a big mistake ... I went to four places ... I was looking for that same girl, Brea ... the things she said to me and let me do that were not allowed ... the second time, well the smoke was making me sick, the novelty was gone, it was a big let down, just two more dances ... I tried the three other clubs, they were worse."

"Brae was arrested for prostitution, not allowed to work the clubs anymore."

"Doesn't matter, it wasn't real. Its just because that side of me had been dead for a long, long while ... I hadn't had sex since about three years before my divorce was final ... still haven't ... I guess it clouded my thinking. So what are we going to do about Dan? He swears it was you he saw?"

"I'll give that wig to a friend ... we have almost identical bodies, maybe he will know he was mistaken if she comes on stage when they announce 'Stormy' ... I'll have to be somewhere else that night so we can prove it ... maybe prove that I was somewhere else last Friday night?"

"Okay, lets think ... I TIVO'ed the game last Friday; we could say you watched it with me ... with friends ... take a picture with the game in the background. So what about your friend, how do you know she will do it for you ... wear the wig?"

"Let me go call her right now."

Matt sat there thinking, angry at what she had done ... and she had done it for money ... and he had done it because he was so horny ... still there was a double standard ... but it's not like he was a Chippendale's dancer.

Veronica came right back, "It's all set, I gave her the combination to the locker, I don't have to do anything else. She called herself Bunny and always hated that. She likes the wig and the name, thinks she'll make more money that way."

"But this isn't a double standard ... a double standard would be if I were a male stripper ... yeah, I'd be destitute."

"No it's a double standard because you pay girls to strip and then fire them if they do."

"But I told you, I only did it twice."

"Once, twice, a hundred times, what difference does it make, you still paid girls to strip and your company is ready to fire someone who does? I saw you pay two different girls for lap dances that night."

"Yes, I didn't lie about that."

"I didn't lie to you either."

"But you have a child, you were living a lie ... a mother wouldn't do that."

"You have two children, you shouldn't either."

"But I'm not married."

"Either am I. And I'll bet, another couple of months and you'd be right back there, paying for more lap dances."

"No, I know they aren't real."

"But you knew that after the first time you did it."

"I did ... but ... "

"But what, you went back."

"But I forgot about the smoke, the nasty stuff, that it was only a tease, it wasn't real."

"Are you trying to say you weren't turned on when you had those lap dances? Because I know you were."

"But it wasn't the same."

"Because it wasn't your first time or because it wasn't Brea?"

"I don't know ... both ... and more ... an awakening I had."

"Are you saying that if you had another lap dance that you wouldn't get turned on?"

"No, I know I would ... but never as intense as that first time."

"Did she make you come?"

"No, not even close."

"I'll bet you beat off in the truck."

Matt's face went white again.

"Yeah, you're no different, you will go back there and buy more lap dances ... a couple of months from now. So how am I going to make up the difference in money? I have to pay all those debts?"

"I don't know."

"So you were wiling to pay Brea a hundred and fifty for what and hour and a half? I think you should pay me a hundred and fifty for two hours ... and I'll need that twice a week ... can you afford that?"

"Yes, but ..."

"Its late, we have to go get Steffie ... and you have to arrange to take that photo with the game on the screen."

So they packed up their things, locked up and got in the truck. But the conversation wasn't over, "I never said I would do it."

"So you are willing to give the money to a whore like Brea and you won't let me earn it?"

"No, neither of us should be doing this, certainly not with each other. How will we keep a professional attitude at work?"

"There is no other way for me to dig my way out of this mess ... and you have already confessed that you cannot avoid the temptation ... so in order to keep our jobs, we have to do it this way ... neither of us risks getting caught. What do you think would happen if your boss found out you were getting your jollies at strip clubs?"

"I'm not sure ... probably not good. How about if I just give you the money?"

"I'm not taking anything from another man the rest of my life ... I am going to earn everything."

"You're taking a ride from me?"

"Are you trying to make me feel bad about that?"

"No, but you should feel bad about feet that big."

She slapped him, "Matt! My feet are not that big!"

"Boats, gargantuan Ships of the sea."

Veronica could only laugh, holding her face in her hands trying to keep it in, trying to get over the hurt of almost losing her job.

Steffie climbed into the car, the daycare lady was out front, signing the kids out. "Mommie, have you been crying?"

"Yes, Matt did it." using a tissue on her eyes.

"Your Mommy has giant boats for feet, gargantuan ships for shoes ... bet you can't say that three times real fast ... gargantuan ships for shoes."

Veronica slapped Matt's arm again, "My feet are not that big!" and she broke out into hysterical laughter, Steffie joining her, not knowing there were tears mixed with the hilarity.

The next morning Veronica walked into Matt's office. "So any news?"

"Talked to Mrs. Baumgartner, she is coming over with two of her friends for dinner at my house tonight. We'll stop and get Olive Garden take out. I'll set up the TV and take the photo with the game in the background ... you were with friends watching the game and took the photo. I won't be there, giving you a more credible alibi."

"Okay ... have you thought about how we will do it?"

"What?"

"The lap dances."

"Oh, no ... haven't thought about that. Are you sure, I mean I can just give you the money."

"I already explained that ... and this way you will stay away from those places yourself. Now we can't do it at my place, the neighbors will hear, the wall are paper thin ... doors too. We can't do it here ... all this glass ... and not the lunch room because corporate often sends network techs in to maintain the systems after hours and we can't be late picking up Steffie ... a hotel? But that would cost a fortune."

"No, my house ... I have a media room, its sound proof, big leather chairs and CD player ... big speakers."

"I can't afford a sitter twice a week."

"No, bring her ... the media room is on the other side of the house and it has a lock on the door ... but I don't smoke, you don't smoke, where we going to get all that cigarette smoke?"

"I'll stick a lit match up your ass and fill the room with toxic fumes."

"Veronica! You can't talk like that here!"

"Yes I can ... no one can hear me ... and I'm still mad at you."

"Mad at me? I should still be mad at you ... I am."

"Good, be mad at me ... so are we sleeping over tonight?"

Matt shrugged his shoulders, nodded yes.

"Okay." He was not looking forward to this. He felt like he was pushed into it. Its true there was logic in her explanation, but it didn't feel right. It was certainly not erotic thoughts consuming him; he just didn't feel that way about his administrator.

Matt continued to try to come up with a reason not to do this, he wrote down little ideas on sticky notes, but when he compared them to her logic, he knew she would just shoot him down. And he wasn't feeling that horny, every time he thought about his administrator, Steffie's Mom, rubbing up against his crotch, he wanted to run away, not get excited. He was their protector ... it wasn't right.

But the day was busy and Matt couldn't waste his time arguing with himself. He decided to offer her just the money and explain how he was feeling one more time ... after Steffie was asleep.

The evening went as scheduled, Mrs. Baumgartner brought her friends, dinner was great and Matt snapped the photos. He didn't want to wait and after putting the ballroom dancing on the fifty-two inch HD surround sound for Steffie, Mrs. Baumgartner, and her friends, he went with Veronica into his office. 

Matt called Dan. Veronica was leaning close so she could hear.

"Hey Matt, was I right? Did she confess? Who are you going to get to replace her?"

"Dan, I didn't tell her it was you, I didn't explain why; I just asked what she did last Friday. You owe me dinner buddy. She was out with friends ... at a Senior Center. They played cards, the men watched the ball game and she has the photos. She didn't tell me why she had photos, thought I was interested in her charity work, she does this Senior Center every Friday ... stays till midnight."

"No, you're wrong ... she was there all night, I wish Jerry was with me, I'd have a witness. I know it was her ... it didn't look like her, she was taller, totally different hair ... face was different."

"You're going to need a witness Dan, I called the Senior Center, the lady there said she stayed and cleaned up, didn't leave until twelve fifteen, maybe later. I'll send you the photos; I have your email address. I'm looking at them now, my inbox from work ... yep, I watched that ballgame, clearly the Padres and the Marlins, that rookie pitching ... first time they played this year, next time won't be for five weeks ... yep, has to be the game I saw. Can't have any better proof. By the way Dan, how much did you drink Friday night?"




Stormy



"Yeah, okay ... I was a little high, got an early start ... the bitch says she's going to divorce me ... but I swear."

"So it wasn't the height, the hair, the face ... you can't have seen her body here in the office, what about that Stormy girl reminded you of my administrator?"

"Oh, yeah ... she was a lot different ... could have been a wig, a good one ... I don't know, just a feeling."

"So you expect me to fire an employee based upon your feeling? I mean, she is perfect for the job, never late, never makes mistakes ... and I have to dump that and go back to Gabby because you have a feeling when she has an alibi with fifty witnesses and photos as proof?"

"Gabby, oh, I remember Gabby ... oh Matt, I am sorry ... but I'm still going on Friday again, this time I'm bringing a camera, I'll prove it to you."

"Fine, can't wait ... and I'm going to the Senior Center Friday night ... call me at exactly ten PM, I'll take a photo of my administrator and send it to you. As proof, you tell me something to do in the photo and I'll do it, so it can't be pre-staged ... or better yet, call me as soon as your Stormy is on the stage ... she can't be two places at once."

"Yeah, she can't ... sure you don't want to come with me?"

"And be sick for two days again?"

"Yeah, Jerry said you were really nervous, like it was your first time, he said he thought you were outside throwing up the whole night."

"It was my first time, yeah the smoke made me sick ... and my last. But I have to say I appreciate it Dan, I always thought that was temptation ... not any more."

"Say Matt, you know not to tell anyone in your foursome about me don't you? About me going to clubs?"

"Dan, sorry to burst your bubble buddy, but everybody knows about you going to clubs."

"Really? Shit!"

"It's not like you try and hide it."

"I know, a few drinks and I'm Mr. Party-guy ... the girls are all so pretty."

"Yeah, but have to go Buddy, I have neighbors over, have to get back to them."

As soon as he hung up Veronica asked, "Who is Gabby?"

"Last girl to sit in your chair before you ... not the same chair ... she broke that one ... four hundred pounds, couldn't do the filing, took me three months to get rid of her, that's why it was such a mess when you started."

"And before her?"

"Oh, seems an endless series of mistakes ... temps mostly, basket cases ... must have been twenty in the ten years ... more than twenty."

"So is that why you have been helping me, because I do my job well?"

"Yeah, can't go back to those temps ... never had such a perfect employee ... except for this one thing. So how long have you been doing it?"

Veronica was feeling hurt and she didn't know why ... he was just another man, a bastard using her. "I did it once about eight years ago, before Steffie ... another boyfriend talked me into amateur night. I learned all the moves, practiced for a month ... I was pretty good, but I couldn't handle guys touching me, I didn't finish the first lap dance, ran out of there ... and he left me the next day ... only lost fifteen hundred that time."

"And this last time? How did you get started again?"

"Two months ago ... when you started taking Steffie on Fridays. I was all alone in my apartment, tried the moves ... I still had them ... I was desperate, the landlord was threatening to evict us ... I was dying inside, I had to get out from under all that pressure. The club made me take a class at night for a few weeks, they taught me more stuff that I didn't know ... and I have a friend in the apartment downstairs that strips, she taught me stuff ... just did it three nights, three Fridays. I just had hate in my eyes when I did it ... every guy that paid me for a lap dance was one of those jerks that broke my heart."

"And broke your wallet too ...Veronica, I don't want to do this, I just want to be your boss, not a guy you hate. I'll just give you the money."

"No, I am going to earn it; I will not take charity from a guy. Especially a guy who looks at women the way you do, as pieces of meat to get him excited."

"Okay, I'm one of those guys, I admit it ... how about me giving you the money is paying you back for all the guys that stole from you?"

"No, I couldn't accept it ... It's not like riding in your truck when you have to drive our way anyway ... its money and I will earn it."

Matt couldn't think of anything to say, just looked solemn, dejected, felt like he didn't want to do it.

And Veronica's ears were still stinging with the response he gave when she asked is that the only reason he was helping her. She hated him for that as she turned and left to join the old people and Steffie in the Den. If she didn't need the job so much she would quit.

Matt was nervous the rest of the evening, Steffie and Mrs. Baumgartner noticed but no one said anything.

And Steffie's happiness could not be contained ... she had Mrs. Baumgartner again and got to sleep in her fairy tale bed two nights this week. And she could finally share this huge castle with her Mommy.

Veronica had a visceral reaction when she arrived at his house; she never expected it to be so big ... for just one man. It was forty-nine hundred square feet, barrel tiled roof and on a golf course. The whole place was immaculate, outside and in, decorated tastefully. It was the first time she had been in a house this nice. She saw them on TV, never experienced one. And then she saw the pool all lit up, the hot tub and waterfall, the water streams coming out the sides like Tivoli Gardens ... the pictures she saw of Tivoli Gardens. She bounced from one sensual experience to the next, the tile and stone floors, the thick oriental carpets, the music room with the Grand Piano and Steffie showed her Matt's daughter's room with the poster bed and chiffon draped over. Even the guest bedroom was nicer than any room she had stayed in, including hotels.

Veronica had to help with the food when she arrived and she couldn't believe one person could have a kitchen that large ... the huge six-burner range oven made out of stainless steel with the stainless steel hood, like a restaurant would have ... the huge refrigerator and freezer, the walk-in pantry that was bigger than her whole kitchen ... and the black granite counters with flakes in there that sparkled. She was blown away by the house and only came back to earth when Matt had taken the photos and she followed him back into his office. And the office was amazing, wall to wall book cabinets and a huge expensive desk with carvings all over ... big stuffed leather couch and chair beside his desk. It was all so intimidating until she heard him answer her question. Then it all just infuriated her.

Veronica was sitting in the den and studying her daughter's happy face while she was talking to Mrs. Baumgartner. She was worried all this would come crashing down; that Matt would pull the rug from under her daughter's feet like had happened so often to her. She debated with herself whether to stop it all, go back to living on their own, to protect her daughter when Matt said he didn't want her around anymore. But then she had to learn ... better be sooner than later so she could get used to how much life sucked and how bad men were. She knew Steffie loved Matt like a father; the disappointment would be very hard for her.

Mrs. Baumgartner and her friends left at nine-thirty after tucking Steffie into bed, tomorrow was a school day. There were small pin lights embedded in the ceiling like stars, a night light in case she woke up, the ceiling sparkled and had clouds painted on it above the cornice molding, the corners around the top were all round making it look like it really was the sky ... more of those pin lights in the hallway and bathroom. It felt safe there for her daughter. Veronica went looking for Matt; she would wait until ten to be sure Steffie was asleep.

Matt wasn't anywhere she knew to look; it took her a while to check all the rooms. He wasn't in the garage either ... she noticed the old car in there, didn't know he owned an old classic like that. She knew there was one door she hadn't tried, she knocked. No one answered so she opened it slowly ... obviously the Master suite, "Matt?"

"Yes, come in, just washing my hands."

She walked in the hallway and saw the huge walk-in closet, bigger than her bedroom ... and there were two of them. The bathroom was all granite, walls and floor with beautiful patterns making it almost too pretty to walk on. The Jacuzzi was all white and on a platform in the middle, a shower big enough for a whole basketball team. She didn't see the toilet, two other doors in there."

Matt saw her looking like a tourist, "That's the linen closet, this is the throne room," and he opened it showing her the perfect white toilet and matching bidet.

"I thought we would wait until ten, to be sure Steffie was asleep. How come this place is so clean, do you clean all the time? Are you OCD or something?"

"No I have a service once a week, they do laundry too, coming tomorrow if you want to leave stuff for them ... you'll be back Friday."

"I have my own laundry at home to do. I have to carry it to the Laundromat ... I have a cart."

"I'm paying them good money to do it here, you might as well take advantage, won't cost me anything ... bring it all Wednesdays and it will be here on Friday waiting."

"But what about folding and hanging and ironing, how will they know what belongs to who?"

"They do a pretty good job, same service when I was married and the kids were little, they seemed to get it right then. I think they know your bras won't fit me."

"But I will pay you for that."

"Okay, you can pay me if they charge me extra. I've cleaned out the drawers in my daughter's room, Steffie can keep stuff in there ... you can keep clothes in the guest room. The closet and drawers are all empty. Mrs. Baumgartner has a few things there in the bathroom, you'll see."

"Why should I keep stuff here?"

"I'm assuming you'll be staying over with Steffie Wednesday and Friday nights ... just makes sense."

"And you're doing this just so you don't have to go back to Temps?"

They were walking into the master bedroom and he sat on a chair, she sat on the bed. "I don't know Veronica ... I haven't thought about it ... Steffie likes it here so much, she has improved leaps and bounds, you and her teachers have said so ... Mrs. Baumgartner loves her ... its seems like the right thing for her."

"But what do you feel about all this intrusion, this invasion of your perfect home?"

"That's not what it is ... she should be sleeping in that bed, she feels safe in there ... why does it matter what I feel? Don't you think this is a good place for her?"

"I don't know, I'm not so sure ... I don't want to see her heart broken when you take it all away."

"Why would I do that? The only thing that could do that would be if her mother lost her job by doing something against her morals contract."

Veronica just stared at him. "So is it against your morals contract to do what you did?"

Matt didn't have an answer, she was right.

"And if I got fired, would you not let Steffie come here anymore?"

"No, she would always be welcome ... I like when she is here and so happy, feeling so safe."

"You just did it, you admitted how you felt. And who can live in a place like this, it's like a museum, like a decorators showroom. Do you always make your bed like this, with all the pillows and the spread?"

"It doesn't take long ... why, are you a slob?"

"No, I don't have any nice things ... I just have a blanket, no spread ... what is this, silk?"

Matt walked over to the bedspread and looked at the tag, "Yes, silk, other stuff inside."

"So who cleans up your dirty clothes, your wet towels?"

"I put everything in the hamper in the laundry room."

"You walk all the way over there every time you get a towel wet? Why not a hamper in your room? And how come there is only the one garbage can in the kitchen. There aren't any in the bathrooms or bedrooms."

Matt just shrugged, "Yes, I walk all the way there ... and to the kitchen ... I don't like messes."

"And that kitchen ... do you cook?"

"Yes," he was answering sheepishly like he was being interrogated.

"Okay, it's after ten ... here are the rules, same as the club, not Brea's rules ... no touching anything private. There aren't any bouncers here ... but believe me, I am capable of giving you a black eye and then you will have to explain that at work and to Steffie, I won't lie for you.

"So what do I wear? Do you want me to change?"

Veronica leaned down and felt his suit pants, "That's wool, put on something softer; I don't want to get a rash."

Matt walked over to the closet with Veronica following, pulled out a pair of slacks, remembering Bea's comment about the micro-fiber. I can wear this ... but then how will I explain to Steffie if she wakes up and sees that I've changed my clothes ... I have pajamas ... they're long, full sleeve?"

"Let me see, do you have needle and thread? I'm not doing it if you have a fly open like this."

"Oh, I have these ... lounge pants, no fly."

"Alright ... and a T-shirt."

"This goes with the lounge pants," holding up the knit top, sleeves that went past his elbows.

"Okay," and she turned to leave so he could change. "I'll be in the Media room in ten minutes."

Matt wanted to plead with her one more time but knew it was hopeless. He thought about putting on a wet suit under the pajamas, maybe some biking shorts with the padding ... he still didn't feel right. He decided to wear boxers under.

Mat waited in the big leather rocker/recliner in the center of the media room, his heart pounding, knowing he was going to feel so embarrassed. He saw the door open a crack; it had a double seal, sort of like a refrigerator, just her hand came in and she dimmed the lights, all the way down and then up a little ... dark like the club, he couldn't see anything. Then he heard the heavy door close behind her, the seal tight, she twisted the lock ... he heard her in front of him, just able to make out a shadow as she loaded a CD, her hair pulled back like at work, the glasses on her delicate nose.

The heavy base started thumping, just like the club ... and he saw the shadow start to sway back and forth ... he didn't know she could do that ... he felt himself getting hard.

"Is this going to work for you?" she said with a little anger in her voice.

"Uh huh ... (his voice cracked) ... yes."

As she swayed her hips back and forth to the beat she was backing up towards him in little baby steps, getting closer. He could now see she was wearing a short robe, just covering her butt ... oh, he could see her legs disappear under there, the material was sliding back and forth as she pulled it out to the sides ... her butt would snap back and forth to the beat, like something hypnotic ... his mouth was open, his heart beating soo loud and he was hard as a rock, "Oh!" escaped his mouth and he didn't want to react like that. She slowly slid the robe down, it covered her butt more, but now he could see her shoulders, they were bare except for some very thin straps.

"Oh!" he moaned again when he felt her leg between his, seeing her butt sliding back and forth under that thin material of her robe. Oh, she had a perfect ass ... he never knew ... and then her leg pressed against his crotch, "Oh!" he moaned again involuntarily.

"You're already hard? I haven't taken my robe off yet ... you are hopeless Matt, are you going to stay hard like that for me?"

"Veronica ... I ... uh," he had his mouth open and her leg was pressing against his boner.

And then she slipped the robe off ... oh my god, her ass was naked except for that thin material ... Mat grabbed her butt and pulled her in to his face, her leg was pressed tight and he could feel it coming, he had no control, "Ohhh!" as the eruptions started, his hands were pulling her naked butt to his face as his seed was spurting in his pants, his whole body shaking, the flush to his skin was at first hot and then cold as the air cooled off his sweat. He held on until it subsided.

Veronica didn't know what to do, this had never happened before, she was always careful to stay away from hands, but his weren't touching her privates ... she stood there; her hand went to his hair, slid in to his scalp.

"I am so sorry," he said and offered her robe back to her, not able to open his eyes and look at her.

She put her robe on and pulled him up, "Go clean up your mess and come back here, I am not done with you."

"I'm sorry," was all he could say, still unable to look at her as he walked out.

Matt walked to his bathroom and cleaned up the mess best her could, then put the same type clothes back on, unable to get rid of the hard-on. He walked back in the media room and noticed she was standing in the back, waiting for him to sit in the same chair.

"After all that and you're still hard? Did you take a pill or something?"

"No, I didn't want to do this; I didn't expect to react like this."

"But I was fully clothed, I still had my top on," the music was lower now and she was sashaying her hips as she slowly walked to him.

"Your butt was naked, I saw your butt cheeks." He didn't want to look, but he had to, her walk was so sexy, that robes so short.

She was getting closer, the music louder as she approached, she had the remote in her hand, "Matt, what would you do if I wore a bikini to the beach, or in your pool?"

"I'd have to walk away."

"So you can't go to the beach where girls wear bikinis?"

"No, I can, never had this problem before."

"Matt, its just my ass ... see?" She was right in front of him ... and the robe was short, she was sliding it back and forth, and he was hard as a rock again.

"Oh Matt, you are hard again, like a rock (she was now pressing her leg into his boner) ... how long can you stay hard like this? Are you sure you didn't take a pill?"

"No pill ... Oh!"

"I can see I am going to have to slow down for you ... is it alright if I take off my robe?"

"Oh!"

"Matt, what is going on?"

"I don't know ... I mean I never thought about you under your clothes ... it's so naughty, you are so beautiful."

"So if I put my leg here again are you going to come for me so soon?"

"Oh! don't talk like that."

"But I haven't even used dirty words. Okay, well maybe if you make a mess again you will calm down so we can finish the two hours." She stood in front of him and slid the robe off, her leg touched his boner and she pressed, backing her ass into his face again.

"Ohhhh!," Matt groaned as he pulled her butt tight to his face and knew it was coming again as she moved her leg up and down, he came as he was feeling the naked flesh of her leg and butt, seeing the tiny front of her thong put him over the edge.

Veronica could only slide her fingers through his scalp again; he had a death grip on her leg and butt, still not touching her inappropriately. She lowered the music as he turned to leave.

Matt came back still sporting a boner and she tried to be less sexual. At least this time he held on and she was able to slide his hands to her waist, let her continue. His moaning continued with every new action, she was starting to wonder what was going on; he was putty in her hands, a bowl of mush she could do anything with. 

And then he came again when she was sitting on his boner and removed her bra while he looked over her shoulder. Matt grabbed her tits and humped into her butt and she couldn't pull his hands away, her struggling was adding to the excitement and she was complaining hoarsely, unable to get the angry voice out, his fingers pinching her nipples and his dick between her legs. She tried to turn sideways and pull his hands off, unable to get her butt away from his hot poker ... she didn't know if he was going to grab her pussy, he could have and she was only wearing the one thong, not two like she was supposed to ... and she knew if he grabbed her there she wouldn't be able to stop him ... and with her body turned that way, he moved his head down and sucked in her tit, his mouth was so strong and his hand feeding her breast to his sucking lips and moving tongue, "Matt ... Matt ... no ... no, you can't do that ... stop." and she could only throw her head back, "Oh Matt, stop right now ... stop, no," and she half heartedly tried to take his mouth off her tit, his boner still rock hard ... and now wet.




Stormy



And Veronica used all her will to get to her feet, her tit making a 'plop' sound when it came out of his mouth. "Matt, get hold of yourself before I slug you."

Matt was reaching out with his hands, but didn't try to get out of the chair. He watched as she pulled her robe on, turned the music down and the lights up. 

"Matt go clean up and come back here, we need to talk." as soon as he turned to leave she grabbed her nipple, the one he had been sucking ... it ached so bad ... but not in a hurt way. She stood up and walked over to the cabinets, finding a small refrigerator with bottled water inside ... it helped.

Matt returned a few minutes later, not as much to clean up.

"Still hard? Matt? What is wrong?"

Matt was hanging his head low, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Didn't know what?"

He sat down in the chair again, still unable to make eye contact. "I didn't know how you were under your clothes ... I mean you are so beautiful."

Veronica walked over to Matt, "Smack!" she slapped him hard across the face.

Matt could only look up, sadness in his eyes.

"You are not allowed to touch; you keep you hands and mouth away from my tits. Do you get that?"

Matt could only nod his head; his eyes had a peek of her naked breasts when she swung at him ... he was hoping she would do it again so he could see that again.

"I should give you a black eye for that stunt Mister. So is this what happened to your wife? Did you go to strip clubs when you were married?"

"No, never, I told you, that was the first time ... I never cheated on her, I was always good in bed, I liked giving her pleasure ... but she admitted later that she didn't like sex, didn't like any part of it."

"Did you ever use your mouth?"

"I tried, for years I tried ... she made me stop saying it didn't feel good."

"Was she dry when you made love? I mean you had two children."

"I think she liked the first two or three minutes ... but I wanted to spend an hour, maybe two ... she said she hated that even when I used lubricant."

"And you never cheated on her?"

"I'll give you her number you can ask."

"So why are you so out of control? Were you out of control with Brea?"

"No, I only did what she told me to."

"What did she do?"

Well she kept talking dirty, saying how hot I was making her, how big my dick was ... she said I was making her wet ... but she wasn't. She put my hands on her tits, held them there for a long time ... and then she put my hand on her crotch."

"Under?"

"No ... and she wasn't wet even though she said she was."

"And did she put her tits in your mouth?"

"Just two times."

"Matt, she is a whore ... she fucks men for money. There are stories of her out in the parking lot, one time she took on five guys at once. If you want a blow job or expect that from me, then you need to tell me, I will quit because I won't work for you anymore."

"No, Brea hasn't crossed my mind ... I don't want her ... I think its just so naughty knowing you have been working just feet away from me for so long ... and I never knew you had a body ... I mean you are so beautiful ... every image is so erotic ... like seeing the side of your breast in that cleavage ... I never saw your cleavage before. And a few minutes ago I was seeing your nipple ... I have never seen anything so erotic, so hot in all my life."

"So when you made love to your wife, she didn't have nipples?"

"I don't seem to remember them, just yours."

"And with Brea, you didn't come once? Just in your truck afterwards?"

Matt nodded his head.

"I can't believe I am starting to believe you ... I have been so stupid to believe all those men before, why should you be any different."

"I'm not any different ... I have to tell you, it is taking all the will power in my body to keep myself from grabbing you right now and kissing you."

"Kissing me? I'm worried about you touching me other places, forcing me ... because if you did I would kill you."

"No ... I won't ... but I feel so bad that I have come so many times and you haven't had any pleasure. So how do you keep from feeling, you know from having sexual feelings?"

"I'm not going to answer that."

"But I need to know."

"Matt, we are not romantically involved ... you don't love me. I can't say I don't feel something, that I don't get feelings ... I didn't at the clubs, but then no one ever sucked on my tit in a club. So no touching alright? Would it feel like you got your money's worth with three more songs?"

"I got more than my moneys worth that first song."

"But I promised two hours ... it won't be two hours, but that's your fault."

"Okay ... I'll try."

"And no kissing either."

"Just one? Please?"

"Matt! You are trying to complicate the hell out of this ... this is just a business transaction."

"One won't hurt anything."

"Why, what is the point?"

"I don't know ... I just need it."

"Alright ... just one kiss if you keep your hands and mouth off my private parts."

"Okay, I'll try. How about my feet?"

"You won't look so funny with a black eye."

Veronica lowered the lights and started the music up again. She started the slow swaying back and forth, letting her butt cheeks peek out from under her robe, listening to his moaning. She made her way close and felt his rock hardness and she didn't take off her robe. Every time she lifted the light satin material just an inch in the back, he let loose with an involuntary moan. She didn't expect to be feeling what she was feeling, trying hard to hold herself back. She turned around, sensuously sliding her leg up and down his engorged penis. "I can't believe you still have a hard-on ... your dick is so big."

"Veronica Honey, don't talk to me like that ... oh! don't do that."

The song ended, saving them, and the next one started right after.

Veronica picked up where she left off and rubbed her tits, still covered by her robe, across his face, her hard nipples brushed across his cheek and nose, back and forth ... and she knew if he opened his mouth it would be all over, she was so wet ... she had to provoke him, "Matt, I know why your wife didn't like sex with you," she was breathing in his ear and giving him glimpses down her robe as she loosened it. "You're too big, you're too hard, you're too strong ... you need a strong woman with a wet pussy to handle that monster cock ... you probably split her in two pounding that big dick in her little pussy."

Veronica slid her robe off and rubbed her nipples against his cheek, her leg was rubbing his dick up and down. She turned around and bent all the way over. She slipped her fingers between her legs and raked them along her pussy lips, then back again ... she should have stopped, but it felt too good, she kept doing it.

Matt could feel the heat, he could sense her quivering core, he could smell her wet sex, and he could now see her wet thong slipping ever so slightly into her lips ... her butt cheeks were still so proud and firm. 

The song ended and she stood slowly.

Matt was sitting on his hands ... he wanted that kiss so bad ... and he didn't know why. He was intoxicated in her scent ... he wanted to bury his face in her pussy and never let go ... and her mouth, her words would haunt him for years. This last song was the biggest test of his life. 

Veronica faced him, concentrating on the pressure, "Oh, that is so big ... so would you stay hard for me for two hours?" She pulled his hands out from under his legs, slid them just under her breasts on her ribs. "I'll bet you're wondering what my pussy looks like aren't you?" She stood there and pulled on the stings to the thong, slid them up and down.

Matt was staring, not believing that he couldn't see ... and she was pulling it up, the sides were slipping ... and the rubbing on his dick was intense ... he wanted so bad to grab her tits .. and he wanted to see more ... she was sliding the strings down her hips ... and she leaned toward his face, her tits, those hard nipples coming so close to his mouth ... He pulled her in tight, he was coming again ... but he kept his face between her tits, his hands now behind her, pulling at her butt cheeks while he pumped his boxers full of sperm one last time.

Veronica held his head and raked her fingers through his scalp again. She slid her butt in closer, hoping, praying he would slide his fingers down her crack ... it was close, but she couldn't get closer and he came within millimeters of her crack. She was mad, felt dejected and wanted more ... she wasn't going to get it from him. And now a little bit of shame was sneaking in ... she had been almost naked in front of her boss ... and said some really trashy things. She slipped back into her robe.

Matt watched Veronica turn the lights back up a little, she turned off the music and was getting ready to leave. "Veronica?"

She stopped, "Yes."

"You promised."

"Oh, that's right ... why is it so important to you? It's just a kiss."

"I don't know ... it just is ... I can't explain it."

"Okay, let's get it over with."

"No, it's important ... it has to be special ... I don't know why. Come on, the two hours is long from being over."

"You said you got your money's worth."

"I did ... no it's not about money, you promised."

"So do I have to sit on that again? Matt, you're still hard." 

"I know, it hurts."

"Is it going to hurt if I sit on it?"

"No."

"Just one kiss right?"

"A good one."

"So you don't think I am a good kisser?"

"I want to find out."

Veronica got herself comfortable, putting little Matt between her legs while sitting on his lap sideways. She placed her arms around his neck and noticed him looking at her robe that had opened in front a little. She was feeling her heart starting to pound; it was just like the lap dance only no music. And she could feel him pulsing under her. She was wishing she had taken her robe off. 

Matt placed his arms around her waist and was getting ready. His heart was beating loudly too, he could hear hers.

"Ready?"

"Ready." It started out soft and he flicked his tongue inside briefly, their mouths fit so well, his lips were so soft ...and the kiss was so much more ... it was so intimate and she couldn't help herself, she moaned ... and he was running his hands up and down her back while she pulled his head in so tight ... and she moaned again ... and then felt his hand under her breast, the thumb just caressing the bottom, and the next moan was involuntary too ... and then his hand was on her breast and she was pumping her tongue in and out of his mouth while his fingers flicked over her nipple ..."Oh!" she moaned and then felt him pinch her nipple and areola together, oh, it was the other one, not the one he had sucked on before ... she splayed her legs a little, mini-Matt was pulsing and she dove in deeper into the kiss ... his hand left her breast for a second, only to return under her robe, the flap pulled apart and she pulled her body in tighter, his other hand wrapped around her back and was now holding her tit ... oh, what was he going to do with that other hand, the free one? She pulled his head in tighter and waited ... it was on her leg, grabbing her butt from behind and she lifted her knee so he could pull on her butt. And then he slid the fingers across her flat stomach ... oh, he was going to, "Mmmmm," she couldn't stop her mouth from moaning in anticipation ... and then he slid his fingers down, down, down and he was touching her pussy ... "Oh!" she couldn't help herself and she involuntarily splayed her legs a little ... and then he came back up, slipping under, "Mmmm," she moaned and yet couldn't bring her hands to stop him ... he slid his fingers over her clit on the way down and now he knew, he knew how wet she was ... and his three fingers were now giving pressure to her lips, the middle one slipping inside just a little, then more, "Mmmm!", she couldn't help herself, she need the air, "Oh Matt, fuck me ... I need it so bad!"

Matt slid his finger in as deeply as possible and then slowly back out again.

"No, don't tease me, faster harder!"

Matt went in and out just a little faster this time.

"Matt! Fuck me please! I need this!"

Matt slowly built up his speed, getting two fingers inside while she pleaded with him to go faster. Then he unleashed the power of the thumb! With so much juice he wet his thumb and worked it first to one side then the other of her little nub, then under, then around ... all the while Veronica stopped being coherent, just screamed loud "Ohhh!s" into his neck while she hung on for dear life. And each time he was going faster and faster, getting closer and closer to her clit. And his other hand now had a tight hold of her tit. So he bent over and sucked her nipple into his mouth, his thumb finally sliding over her love nub. And he felt it ... her body tensed and she started shaking, his hand was flooded as his thumb slid over top until she was forced to use her hand to still his, the spasms were too much, the sensations too intense.

Matt continued to suck and caress her nipple in his mouth while he held on tight, riding the quake and after shocks of that powerful nine on the Richter scale. He could feel her body start to recover, her breathing getting back to normal as she was still holding onto his neck ... so he slowly, painfully slowly pulled his fingers out ... then slowly slid them back in, his thumb to the side now ... and slowly did it again as he heard the surprise in her gasping ... and she hung on for another ride as he ever so slowly used his soaking wet hand to build her back up, she pulled his neck over to her other tit, it "popped" out of his mouth and then he sucked on her other tit as he was like a steam engine starting from rest, sliding that hand ever so slowly, her screams getting a little louder, and louder, his thumb closer and then side to side over her clit ... and then he went into hyper drive, a speed so dizzying, she had no control, her screams were mixed with the short gasps for air as she quickly rose over the crest of that hill and came harder than the first time, her hand just touched his to let him know to stop ... Matt used his teeth to gently nibble her nipple as she pressed his head so hard into her tit, her whole body now drenched in sweat, her pussy drenched in juice running down her legs in a trickle.

Veronica had nothing left, her quakes were in control and kept shaking her body, she pulled his head off her tit and tried to sit up, but her abs were still contracting and spasms had her body.

And Matt could feel his pant leg all wet where she had flooded him. "Just one last kiss?" he begged.

She closed her eyes and their faces melted together, breathing each other's air as she raked her fingers through his hair and regained control of her muscles. So Matt slowly pulled out and was about to slide back in when she reached down and gently pulled his hand out, his palm going flat over her lips, making a trail of her juices over her abs as he slid up and grabbed onto her waist, her body still shuddering as she breathed in through his mouth.

Matt then slid his arm under her legs and stood up; lifting her body easily as he never broke the kiss. 

Veronica held onto his neck as he carefully, slowly carried her out of the media room and into the guest bedroom, their mouths still lost in each other, tongues still hungry for feeling. He slid down her spread, blanket, and sheet and knelt as he gently laid her on that cool surface. He started to cover her and she stopped him, still holding onto his neck, "Matt no, I have to clean up."

He started to speak but she touched his lips and wouldn't let him, just kissed him again, this one lasting a long, long time. 

When she finally came up for air she said quietly, "That first kiss is one I will never forget the rest of my life." Then she touched his face and saw the love in his eyes, even if he didn't know it was there. "We have to get up early Matt ... and we both have to take showers."

"Should we do that together? It would save water?"

She touched his cheek so near hers and responded, "No, not yet ... we have to sort things out first." then she pulled him back for one more kiss ... it was a gentle caring kiss, telling her he would be a wonderful lover. She covered her body best she could with that short robe as he stood, not wanting to start any more ... and yet seeing that he was still hard, his pecker standing out straight, she had a desire to laugh and grab him, but she held back. She was hoping it wasn't too painful.

Matt walked like a zombie around the house checking to be sure it was secure and went in to shower ... this set of lounge wear was the messiest yet of the huge pile on the floor. He washed up in a quick shower and debated whether to take care of his problem ... no, that was not the right thing to do anymore, he had enough releases and Friday was a less than two day away.

They both lay in bed trying to figure out what happened, but fell asleep without any answers.

The next morning they met in the laundry room, she chuckled when she saw the huge pile of clothes he was bringing in. "Two weeks worth?"

"nine years worth."

She chuckled some more, not understanding the brevity of the answer, and when they were standing in front of each other she could tell he was going to say something. She lifted her hand to his lips again, "No, lets talk Friday night, we need time to think. Then she pulled him down for a steamy kiss, their toothpaste tastes were refreshing as each of them thought back to last night's life changing sensations.

"Are you cooking breakfast?" she asked.

"What do you like? I know Steffie's favorite."

"I'll have what she's having."

Matt went into the kitchen while Veronica went to get her daughter up and ready. She found her already in the bathroom brushing her teeth.

Steffie stopped and looked at her Mom, the calm look on her face, "You love it here too, I can tell."

Veronica could only nod her agreement, she couldn't explain it yet. She helped her choose which clothes to wear and grabbed her dirty things to take to the laundry room. Walking out together she smelled the coffee first and then the hash-browns simmering away. She saw Steffie climb onto a stool to watch, sitting at the island in the kitchen.

"We eat in here Mom, plates and silverware are over there."

Veronica followed her daughter's instructions, placing the plates on the counter beside the range while Matt was just ready to serve. She waited while Matt filled Seffie's plate and walked that over to place it on the counter ... hash-browns, sauteed onions and cubes of ham, an egg over easy on top. As she placed it in front of the ravenous looking girl she asked, "I thought you didn't like onions."

"I love Matt's onions Mommy. The milk and juice are in the frig and the glasses over there," as she put the first forkful in her mouth and closed her eyes to enjoy the flavors. "Oh, this is so good Mommy, yours is ready."

Matt didn't say anything, just carried the two plates to the counter and then went back for napkins. He filled a thermos of coffee for Veronica, the half and half and brown sugar just as she liked it. He was glowing inside as he saw the two girls enjoying his breakfast. And he knew this felt so right, the house was telling him so, his heart was whispering to him ... he was listening.

Veronica was amazed Steffie cleaned her plate ... there had been so much food on there.

Matt was quick to get up and clean, leaving the dishes and pans in the sink. He could see Veronica watching him, "The cleaning crew is already in the driveway, they will take care of this. I usually clean everything."

It was an efficient group that hurried out to his truck and the four people carrying buckets passed them going inside. Veronica thought she recognized one of the women ... she called herself Blaze on the stage.




Stormy



Matt had his normal discussion with Steffie, a subtle motivational praise message hidden in there as he drove toward her school. 

When he and Veronica were in the truck alone, he wanted to say something ... he wanted to hold her hand ... but she said to wait until Friday. 

Veronica loved the coffee in her thermos, so flavorful, so perfect the way she liked it. She didn't know he knew how to do that. She was gathering her things together at the office and waited for him to walk around to open her door. He was always like that; he always held the door for her. But his time he was looking at her legs ... that was a first; he usually looked away like a gentleman. And she noticed his hand on the small of her back getting out; he put it there again when he opened the office door for her.

But Thursday was especially busy, a Tech left to go back to school full time and there were five interviews for his replacement.

Veronica noticed Matt placed his hand on the small of her back whenever she was near, but otherwise things seemed normal. 

She had an appointment at lunch with her attorney. Ten minutes before noon a delivery guy came in, Matt came out to pay him. She watched as the guy left and Matt pulled one sandwich out and handed her the bag. 

"You have your appointment and won't have time so stop," and he placed his truck keys on her desk.

"Oh, that was thoughtful," was all she could say before he turned back toward his office. She wanted to see in his eyes, get that reassurance of what she saw last night and this morning was real. But she had to rush out after seeing it was her favorite sandwich and favorite bottled water.

The attorney had some good news, the insurance company had agreed to settle and pay for her car but they were arguing about the value. Steffie's biological Dad had the results of his DNA testing confirming he was the father, it would be a few weeks before she saw any child support, a judge had to decide about all the lost years he was in hiding. And the Bank agreed it was their fault for closing the savings account, the signature obviously wasn't hers, a big admission meaning she might see that savings money soon ... and the cancelled check gave the police a lead, forced by the attorney, they also followed up on the phone call to his supposed Mother ... they were closing in on James and the stolen car.

Then she confessed about her other debt and the high interest rate, the hopelessness she had of ever paying it off. He asked, so she gave him the monthly invoice from the finance company. She was relieved when he said not to pay it, he would need to see her on Monday, same time. She was worried, not having enough money to pay that and the rent plus utilities.

When Veronica arrived at the office and gave Matt his keys back he was on the phone with a client, unable to talk. And on her desk was an envelope, a plain white one. It had her name spelled out with a little heart above the 'i', like Steffie liked to write. She opened it and didn't know whether to feel devastated or happy ... it was three crisp fifty dollar bills, but in large permanent ink across all three was written, 'I think I love you!'.

Veronica waited until Matt hung up from that call, walked into his office and closed the blind to his huge window then stood next to his chair, waiting for him to stop writing.

Matt finished the note, placed the folder in his out box and turned to see what Veronica wanted ... it was clear she was looking at his lap, so he pushed his chair a little away from the desk.

Veronica pivoted and sat on Matt's lap, her arms went around his neck. And before she could even open her mouth she felt something pressing into her butt. "Matt! You are insatiable!" and she pulled him into a wonderful kiss, a breathtaking one as she could feel the love flow through him. "So, you think?"

"I think so."

They kissed for another fifteen minutes until he placed his hand on her breast. "No Honey, we have to be careful. And we have another interview candidate in ten minutes." She looked in his eyes and he had that lost puppy look, a little pout. She stood up and placed her hand on his cheek, another kiss and then returned to her desk. She looked at the envelope and knew she needed the money ... but she needed his love more, she could never part with those bills, the erotic and heart changing significance would be inspiration to last the rest of her life.

Thursday night it was immensely difficult for Veronica to fall asleep in her apartment. She wanted to be somewhere else. He called her earlier, after she put Steffie to bed, but she didn't want to have that conversation over the phone ... so she ended it by saying, "Matt, I promised you a lap dance tomorrow night ... I want that monster between your legs nice and hard for me ... I'm already wet, my pussy lips are dripping for you ... goodnight." She could hear him moan as the line went dead.

Work started off like normal Friday morning except the first thing she did after he turned off the alarm was to close his window blind and sit on his lap for a kiss. And he grabbed her breast again, telling her it was time to stop.

And she did it again after lunch ... it would be their routine from now on.

That night Matt was waiting in the den, it was nine thirty when Dan called. He rushed with Veronica to his office.

"Hey Matt Buddy, I knew it! She's here again, she's on the stage. I just sent you the photos. You better sit down and grab your pecker buddy, cause she is smoking hot!"

"Dan, where are you taking me for dinner?"

"Matt, go look at the photos, she's right here, in front of me, right now."

"Veronica? Here is Dan, he told me he wanted to know about volunteering at the Senior Center. Dan? Here's Veronica, I'll take a photo if you want."

"Hi Dan, this is really a great opportunity for volunteering. We can always use help in the kitchen ... and you might want to be a card dealer at one of the tables."

"Oh, Veronica, yes I can tell it's you ... oh, so Friday nights?"

"Yes, I've been doing this for seven or eight years now, sometimes we have Saturday events like barbeques ... do you want to sign up?"

"Ummm, I'm sort of busy Friday and Saturday. Maybe you can email me the schedule, see if I can fit something in. Thanks Veronica, can you put Matt back on?"

"Hey Dan ... so where are we eating?" 

"Yeah, It'll have to be Hooters, my wife is taking me to the cleaners ... and can you give her the wrong email address? I don't want some charity thing filling up my in box with more junk."

"Lets make it lunch ... Chili's so you can expense it."

"Hey you're a bud, thanks ... Damn, she looks so much like her ... yeah, not her, been drinking too much, talk to you next week."

Veronica started laughing as he hung up.

"So Bunny knows to say she has been Stormy for a couple of weeks?"

"Yes, she knows Dan, she's a good liar. Can you pull up the photos he sent you?"

"Yeah ... here they are ... oh, these are four megapixel ones ... how'd he get a camera in there, do they make four megapixel camera phones? Do they let guys take pictures?"

"I don't think so; they'll probably throw him out."

"Look, he emailed me almost twenty of them, here's the first one, it will take a minute to load."

"Let me see, scoot your chair out and let me sit on your lap."

"I'm not so sure that's a good idea, what if Steffie walks in here?"

"You're behind the desk, she won't see anything."

"But I'm already hard."

"I can feel ... and we haven't looked at the first picture yet."

"No, you don't understand ... it's because you're here, so close."

"Yes, that makes sense; you've gotten a huge boner in the office every time I sat on your lap."

"I can't help it, you do that to me."

"Kind of like Godzilla, lying dormant for so many years ... I have woken the sleeping monster." She put her arm around and kissed him deeply,

"Hey Mommy! ... Oh, so you do love Matt."

"Woops, she caught us," and Veronica noticed that Matt's pecker went limp immediately.

"So what are we doing, playing a game or watching a movie?" asked Matt as he helped Veronica up and started to get up himself.

"Mrs. Baumgartner has a movie she wants to watch, Shrek 3, and I don't know how to load it ... Do you have popcorn Matt?"

"Sure do, movie and popcorn coming right up. Everybody pick their favorite chair."

"Yeah!" yelled Steffie as she headed to the Media room.

Matt and Veronica looked at each other with longing eyes and then walked out into the foyer holding hands.

Mrs. Baumgartner was there waiting, "Matt, I hope you don't mind that I bought that movie for Steffie, it's a little late to start ... I have a hair appointment in the morning, would you mind if Steffie came with me? All my friends are there and it's in the mall ... I saw a special pair of shoes I know she would like ... would you mind?"

"Veronica? I think it would be nice." Matt gave his blessing.

"Sure Mrs. Baumgartner ... and you're not staying over?"

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, I sleep better in my own bed ... I've only been staying over to make Matt feel more comfortable."

"Really? Matt?"

"I guess I'm sensitive to all that stuff on the news ... I want Steffie to feel safe and ... well, it would bother me if my daughter stayed at a man's house by herself ... with Mrs. Baumgartner here, no one worried, everyone felt safe."

"Matt I trust you, I never worried."

"Okay, so it's alright to pick up Steffie at nine?" Mrs. Baumgartner wanted to know, a happy smile on her face.

"Sure, she will be ready. Steffie! You're going to the mall tomorrow with Mrs. Baumgartner. You have to be ready by nine.

Steffie came out of the media room to say goodnight to Mrs. Baumgartner. "I told you she would say yes," she said to the Grandmother she wished she had her whole life, a smile from ear to ear as Steffie got a long hug.

"Come on, you two can sit in the double chair ... so you can hug," as the little girl led the couple toward the media room.

"Steffie, get me a water ... I'll make the popcorn," Matt said after starting the movie.

The credits were over by the time he returned. He sat next to Veronica and worried; she held his hand and let him have his space.

But a half hour into the movie Steffie was getting sleepy.

Matt stood and kneeled in front of her big chair. "It's your movie Steffie, you can finish watching it tomorrow?"

She put her hand over her yawn and nodded her head, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Matt carried her to bed, Veronica followed and they tucked her in.

"Mommy, kiss Matt one more time before I go to sleep?"

They were both a little surprised, but happy to oblige ... it was a short one.

They walked into the den, "Veronica, I can start a fire if you want to talk."

"That would be silly, it's summer ... and I know I said that ... that I wanted to talk tonight ... I do, but I don't think I could do it right now ... I'm kind of mushy inside, I want to do your lap dance."

"But I don't want to pay you for a lap dance any more, it doesn't seem right."

"I know, I don't want you to pay me either, but I want to do it ... and I will never spend those three bills you gave me, I will keep them forever. But there is something you can do for me ... those photos we never saw? I need you to load them on the screen in the media room, I want them to be on for say, thirty seconds and then flash the next one, continue repeating?"

"Sure, slideshow, that's easy."

"And how about a drink, we both need to calm down a little. Can you make a martini?"

"A pitcher of martinis coming up, computer work right after."

It was a half hour before Matt was seated in the big chair in the center, a small table to the side with the pitcher on ice, the glasses all set. They both had a drink before she went to get ready. He was wearing a new pair of silk pajamas he bought the night before, no boxers. Everything was loaded; when she pressed the remote the music would start and the photos with it. He was already hard in anticipation. He didn't have long to wait. her hand slipped in the door and the lights went all the way down and didn't come back up, the dark photos on the screen were all that lit the room ... the music started quietly then ever so louder as he could see her shadow get closer ... Babump, babump ... his seat was thumping, his heart was pounding ... Babump, babump.

"Are you hard for me Matt?" She was swaying her hips from side to side and the images in the background were dark, but he could make out the naked flesh on the stage. "Matt ... that big dick of yours better be hard because my pussy is wet ... are you hard like always?"

Matt tried to speak, he wanted to say yes, but only a moan came out of his throat. She was close enough now to see she had on a silvery translucent dress, strapless, no bra to hide her pointy nipples swinging side to side as she swayed back and forth. "Oh!" he moaned again. And he noticed she had her hair down and wasn't wearing glasses ... Ohhh! ... she didn't know she had long hair and it was so full, and wavy, a natural curl ... "Oh My God!" ... it was like bed room hair, and then she slowly turned around, "Mmmmm!" he was fighting this ... her dress was riding up, it was so short, just a little butt cheek showing as she bounced them to the thump, he thought his heart was going to explode.

Veronica brought something with strings over as she turned to face him, she leaned down close and he could see way down her cleavage, "Honey ... I had to take these off, they were soaking wet," and she hung her thong over his head.

"Ohhhhh!" Matt couldn't stop moaning as she put those wet panties right against his nose and he could smell her sex, they were soaking wet with her love juice.

"I like those jammies sweetheart, but you're hiding that big rock hard dick from me ... and I don't want you running out of here until I'm through with you ... until you don't have any more sperm left to feed me," and she reached down and tugged at his bottoms.

Matt was moaning uncontrollably and would have spurted all over her if she had touched him, "Oh Ronnie, oh, don't touch it yet ... Oh, you are so beautiful, I can't believe you are doing this for me ... like I am the luckiest guy on the planet, I don't deserve you, Oh My God!" as his hands rose to her back as she struggled to get his pants off, they were hung up on that flag pole in his lap.

"Thoing," it sprung back and slapped his stomach as they were free and she tossed the bottoms aside. It was so erotic to have the clothes lying loose on the floor, so dirty to Matt.

Veronica raked her fingernails along his legs as she stood up, he could see down her dress and he moaned some more ... and her leg slid forward, sliding along his until she felt it ... yes it was just as big as she thought ... and hot ... and hard, "Oh Matt, you truly have a magnificent cock, I think I'm in love with your dick, its so hard ... and you better tell me if you start to come, I'm not wasting any more of that hot gooey seed anymore, it's all mine, do you hear me? From now on, forever, it's all mine ... and I'm going to milk that hot come out of you any time I want ... which will be often."

Matt had his hands on her waist and pulled her close, "Oh my god! I'm going to come, your mouth is so hot, so dirty, so naughty!"

Veronica slowly bent at the waist and then knelt down, she slid her hands along his legs and both hands grabbed that monster snake, she could feel it about to explode and put her mouth over it.

Matt could feel her long hair tickling him, her touch was so erotic as the pulses came ... and she swallowed, gasping for air as he pumped more and more, her breathing became desperate as she sounded so hungry, screaming a little surprise at each spurt, trying to swallow all of it, but some of it escaping her mouth and she screamed little joyous surprises with her full lips wrapped around the head, some of it leaking out. And she was still gasping for air and so hungry for more when he pumped his last that she kept sucking and licking, pumping with her hands, it took two ... and she swallowed his head and tried to see if she could get more of it in her mouth ... she kept trying and was able to get about half inside, still gasping and slurping and pumping until it became too sensitive. He moaned and tried to hold her still.

"Oh Matt Darling, that was the most exciting thing I have ever done ... oh, I almost came, my pussy is dripping wet, feel," as she stood slowly.

Matt could smell her arousal, her scent of raw sex was overwhelming his senses as he grabbed her legs, sliding his hands up and around to her butt cheeks, lifting her dress a little and pulled her sex to his mouth. He could feel the trickle running down the inside of one leg and he lapped it up. This time it was his turn to be hungry, lapping and licking his way closer, up both insides of her legs until he felt her whole body jump as he licked up her hot wet lips. This time it was her turn to moan involuntarily, out of control and she had her finger nails through his scalp, pulling him tight. "Oh My God!, Matt!!! Oh, I'm coming!" she could only scream as her whole body started shaking and pulsing with this hungry mouth that was ravenously assaulting her pussy. He legs were wobbly, then collapsed as she found herself falling to the floor with his face never loosing contact in its attack ... she now knew what it was like to be eaten alive, feeling her whole body surrendering to his lips and face and tongue and teeth ... the shaking started and she had no control of her core, spasms rocking her soul, everything so wet, the sounds of his ferocious appetite were twice the decibels of the music, all the blood left her face and she thought she was going to pass out.

Matt felt her whole body go limp and didn't know what happened. He kept lapping away, "Veronica?" but she didn't respond. He tried to slurp up all the liquid and crawled up to her face ... she was passed out. He was a little worried and held her in his arms, rocking back and forth. He could tell she was breathing, still heavily ... he waited.

It was a minute or two, maybe an hour, she didn't know, but as soon as her consciousness returned she felt Matt kissing her and she moaned in his mouth. His dick was pressed against her leg and they were lying side by side on the floor, his arm cradling her head. "Honey? What happened? How long was I out?"

"I don't know, couple minutes, are you alright?"

"Oh, Matt! I never felt anything like that before in my life, it's like you crawled inside me and ate me alive. All I could do is surrender and my whole body just lost control. Your face is all wet, is that all from me? Even your hair? I never tasted myself before."

"Ohhh! Honey, every time you open your mouth I want to just crawl inside your body and never leave," as he then kissed her and used that tongue on her mouth and face and lips and neck.

"Okay, okay, but get up, I'm still not done with you ... I want to do another lap dance, this song coming up is my favorite so get your ass back in that chair." She felt her strength returning even though there were still tiny aftershocks coursing though her body. She got to her wobbly legs and walked a few steps to get back control. She turned and looked at the image on the screen for the first time. She started swaying back and forth, snapping her butt to the thump and saw that Dan had taken pictures of other girls lap dancing. She heard Matt moan as she slid her dress up just a little in back. Her leg was slippery wet when she made contact with his rock hard cock, sliding it slowly up and down as she continued to bounce her butt cheeks, snapping them to the music ... and Matt's moans were part of that song as she then slid the dress down over her breasts and up her legs so that it was bunched at her waist, his hands now on her hips, She bent over as he pulled her close. "OHHHH!" she had to scream when he licked her ass all the way from her pussy across her butt hole, she had to sit down and there it was, pressing at her lips. She reached down and he slipped inside, just a little, "Oh My God! ... No! ... You're going to rip me apart with that giant python! ... OH!!! (as she slipped down a little bit further) ... MATT! You Fucker you!" ... and he was now moaning with each thrust, his hands now on her tits, tweaking her nipples, a little farther that time, "Matt, Matt, Matt! Oh my god! its going to be all the way up in my throat before you're through ... Oh! you're too big, I can't take a monster cock that big, Oh! Matt!" and with slow movement down her folds slipped apart and the wet heat she already had was filling her like she had never felt filled before. "Oh Honey, Oh fuck me, Fuck me, this feels so good, I'm so full, you are so big! No you can't, Oh! no! I thought I could, Oh! Matt just fuck me!"




Stormy



Matt let go of one nipple and reached down, he started sliding his flat fingers side to side across her still wet love nub.

"Oh My God!!! Matt! I'm Commmming again!" as she had to hold his hand still and stop bouncing, her whole body quaking again, shudders taking over as the blood left her face again, her skin hot at first and then cold as the sweat became a bit clammy. She leaned back and he lifted her hair to kiss her neck and ear, sucking her lobe into her mouth as she swam in the afterglow, his hands now both back on her tits, kneading, caressing. She was trying to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling as the manipulation she was feeling on her tits was making her tingle again, both their legs dripping wet. "I never knew I could become so sloppy wet Honey."

"Ronnie? I'm going to stay hard for you all night. I'm not sure I'm all the way in yet and I'm going to come a few more times but I know the hardness is not going away."

"Oh Matt, no don't slurp my ears, no don't oh, you're getting me all hot again, Honey!" and his work on her tits and assault on her neck and ears made her want more, she started bouncing again and then stopped. She lifted her right leg high into the air into an amazing split and slowly spun around, bringing it down on his other side as she was now facing him; she placed her knees on each side and started sliding up and down his long pole.

Matt had never felt anything so incredible in his life when his dick was being spun inside her. So he had to let go of her ear and found her lips to suck and kiss as he thrust and she bounced. They fucked like this for a long time, both of them getting sweaty so she removed his pajama top, tossing it to the floor, removed the dress around her waist, tossed that too, making it more erotic for him, the mess on the floor. They never stopped fucking when she reached for a martini and his, both downing them in one gulp to replace some of the fluids they were losing.

And then when Matt sucked her nipple into his mouth, the cold martini still there, she knew she couldn't last much longer, "Oh! Matt! I feel it coming again ... oh! ..."

Matt started thrusting like a jackhammer, faster and faster as he felt his building too, it was rising and rising and when she started shaking and shuddering he had to explode, it was too much. And when she screamed at his hot seed splattering the inside walls of her cunt, he bit down on her nipple, gently and she screamed some more. They held on tight to each other, so tight it made it harder to breathe until the shaking and spurting and spasms slowed down, their sweat adding to the rich scents of sperm and love juice.

It was a few more minutes basking in the heat of their skin contact before she reached and poured two more martinis. They took their times sipping these as they were both still a little out of breath. It was more erotic when she felt the sloppy stuff leaking around her pussy lips. She reached down with him still hard as a rock and then used her finger to catch some, bringing it to her lips to suck, mixing with the alcohol of their drink. "Not today, but some day I'm going to have you come in my drink so I can swallow it together." She felt him throb inside her.

"Ronnie, can we go to my bed now? I want to fuck you slowly this time, different positions, it will be more comfortable there."

"Yes, but you're not pulling that monster out of me, I'm keeping him right there, he belongs there." And she felt him throb with almost every syllable coming out of her mouth.

He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his back as he walked the two of them to his bedroom, holding her butt with one hand , the ice bucket of martinis and glasses in his other. 

And she started whispering in his ear when they were in the foyer, "I knew you would stay hard for me Matt, I know what you're going to do to me, I know you're going to fuck me to death, I came close before and I don't care, I want to die with you pounding that monster cock in me, ramming my pussy like a locomotive, its heaven Matt, you're sending me to heaven every time you slide that giant thing inside me ... and my pussy is going to milk every ounce of come you have in your body, I want all of it. And when you don't have any more, I'll wait, because I know you will have more for me tomorrow and the next day, the one after that ... Matt, you're going to feed me your come forever, you hear me?"

In his bedroom with both doors closed, he pulled the spread down tossing it one way, the blanket another and the top sheet another, making the mess more erotic for him. And then he teased her, sliding almost all the way out and then slowly back in again.

"Matt! Don't you fucking dare do that again! I'll kill you if you tease me like that again!"

But he did it again, even feeling the assault of her slaps on his chest as she screamed for him to fuck her, but he kept going slow, almost out this time.

"Matt! I'm going to fucking kill you! Give me that cock! Please? I never wanted anything so much in my whole life, Please?"

He slowly entered her again and could feel her muscles throbbing and contracting, the heat was intense as he then slowly fucked her to her little screams of pleasure each time he was all the way in ... but he wasn't all the way in ... not until he spread her legs and held them out to the sides was he able to bottom out, his pubes making friction with her lips. So when he was there he rocked up and down, the next plunge he rocked side to side, giving her clit that rough friction that was making her more desperate, a feeling she never felt before, he whole body was on fire and then he leaned forward sliding up and back so his entire plunge produced friction on her nub.

"Oh my god! Fuck me," she said weakly, the blood now out of her face, another orgasm already taking over, spasm after spasm, over and over as he kept plunging, holding her legs splayed so far out, he was splitting her in two, fucking her to death, exactly where she wanted to be.

And then she was too weak for more. It had been more than two hours and her pussy couldn't take any more. She felt weak all over, her skin cold and clammy, "Matt, Uncle! You fucked me to death ... I need to rest, my pussy needs a rest, she is not used to feeding a monster. Please?" And she saw him roll to his side, his hand to her face and they kissed. She could feel his heart still pounding away.

As the blood slowly returned to her head she looked down and saw her pole waving high and proud in the air. She knew what to do. It was just a second before she was licking all their body fluids off his dick. And then she reached for some ice cubes and put them in her cheeks. He screamed when she slid his dick half way down, the freezing cold and heat brought all his senses alive. She pressed as far as she could get him down, gagging a little, lubricated by the melting ice. She kept trying, gagging each time, the slurping sounds incredible as the water got him and the bed all wet. She replaced those cubes when they melted and kept going down further until she had him in her throat. The sucking sound of her ramming his meat down her throat all the way to his pubes sent him over the edge. He erupted and she swallowed, sucking the water and come as best she could, making a mess on him and the sheet.

When she could get no more, she felt his erection subside. She felt triumphant, a victory that while he may have fucked her pussy to death, there was still enough life left in her to suck him dry.

Matt felt sleepy and thirsty. After a half hour of cuddling and kissing he asked, "Water?"

"Ice water Honey, thank you." She was praying he wouldn't come back hard again, swinging that big snake back and forth, wanting more tonight. She pulled a sheet up to cover her body so he wouldn't get ideas. And she wondered if his ex had been assaulted so ravenously every night. It was wonderful, but she felt like she truly might die if he wanted more ... tonight. She was relieved when he came back with just the water.

They snuggled after both drinking the large glasses all the way down. 

"Matt? Is this special or are you always like this for two and a half hours?"

"No, special ... I think I would love forty minutes to an hour every other day ... sometimes more if we went away or we wanted it to be special. Like your birthday ... expect to die at least a dozen times on your birthday."

"Oh ... I can handle that ... I couldn't do this every night. I would love to try, but I think I wouldn't enjoy doing that much ... and maybe we could spread it out, like a session in the morning, one at night if you were especially horny."

"Ronnie, I don't think we should keep talking about it, not tonight."

"Oh, yes ... okay, down big boy, oh, guess I shouldn't pet him. Did you know my Mom and Dad called me Ronnie? I like it. Set the alarm dear, Steffie gets up at eight on Saturdays."

"What if she finds us in bed together?"

"As long as were not naked and covered in dried up sticky stuff, oh, guess I should watch my mouth. Okay, so kiss me so I can go to sleep."

They both slept hard and deep in each others arms.

The sun broke through the curtains and didn't wake them. When the alarm went off Veronica kept Matt from getting up, "You stay here ... I'll get Steffie ready for the mall, you need your rest."

She found her robe and got Steffie dressed, fed, and out the door at nine.

She walked back into the bedroom, the house all to themselves. She knelt by the bed and whispered in Matt's ear, "Get that pecker up, you're going to fuck me in the pool. I never did that before; I want to feel that snake slide in me with all that water around, my tits floating and hard for you. I want you to see my naked body out in the sunlight; my pussy is already wet just thinking about your eyes eating me up, staring at my ass and my pussy, my nipples will get so hard when you look at me."

Matt pulled off the covers and chased after her, his dick already rock hard and slapping his belly and legs as he ran, following her screams as she opened the french door and jumped into the water, Matt right behind.

The water was cool just enough to be refreshing. And with the water to cool them off, it was another hour before they were both too hungry to keep going.

Breakfast was huge and delicious. They both needed that nourishment and they ate slow, time for quiet conversation about each other's families.

And after that she wanted him to oil her up out on the lounge chair ... naked, making sure he didn't miss a single spot. So it was another couple of hours. He laid out some large towels and being completely covered in oil, they slipped and slid their way to wave after wave of pleasure out in the hot sun.

It was two in the afternoon when the doorbell rang, Steffie home from shopping. They both had a mad dash for their clothes, glad she didn't just come around the back.

Steffie's arms were loaded with shopping bags. Veronica wanted to protest, but Matt stopped her, not making a big deal out of Mrs. Baumgartner's generosity. And Steffie asked if she could go to Mrs. Baumgartner's house the next day, for tea with her friends.

Matt nodded his head and Veronica said yes. Steffie ran into her room with her bags cheering after hugging Mrs. Baumgartner goodbye.

"We're staying over?" she looked at him.

"I have a golf game tomorrow, are you going to be alright in the house alone until I get back?

"I don't have clothes."

"I was thinking we would make a trip to your apartment now, to get your things, yours and Steffie's, everything. I never used the bed in my truck before."

"Matt? Are you asking me to move in with you?"

"Yeah, trying to reduce my carbon footprint, you know, sharing showers and cooking ... it will save at least three minutes on the morning ride in to work."

"I don't know, I think I should think about it. I think we should be sure."

"But I don't have any fifties, otherwise I would write, 'I know I love you' on them."

"I love you too, I'm just so afraid of being hurt again."

"We've been together for five and a half years ... do you think I'll hurt you?"

"No, not you, never."

"So let's go plead our case to Steffie, beg her to want to move in here."

Veronica found time the next day to move all their things to the right drawers and closets, getting more comfortable with his warm and safe house.

Monday her meeting with the attorney was a shocker. He suggested bankruptcy. He had already talked to the bankruptcy judge and they agreed it was the only way to deal with the attorney that charged her fifty thousand dollars for a case that he attempted to turn against her. It was his finance company she had been making payments to. All the other money issues would be put on hold so that by the time she went through the process, her debts would be gone and she would finally be getting all the other checks to cash; her car money, savings money, child support and back judgment. It wouldn't look good on her credit record, but with an explanation of stolen identity, explainable. And the police had found James; the mother she talked to was actually one of his wives, duplicitous in his larcenous life of crime.

While Veronica's life was finally getting clear, Matt's life was becoming infinitely more complicated ... a messier house, a child that would sometimes revert to her old ways, a relationship that he would have to become embarrassed about because she was his employee and they couldn't get married until she was through the bankruptcy ... and then there were the two brass poles and short stage he had installed in the media room ... there was just no explaining those.