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Strictly Business

By: Kalina



Jayna sat lazily by the pool soaking in the sun. Being in a strange city on a business trip was usually exciting, but this time, for some reason, she felt no desire to go site seeing or shopping, at least not yet. The way things were going she was sure her stay would be extended at least another week. The fact that the president of the company her firm wanted to do business with was away on a last minute vacation and would not be available for their meeting was, in a way, a plus. Jayna could have a little vacation of her own until Mr. High-and-Mighty J. B. Brent decided to return. For the past three days she had done nothing with her free time but sit by the pool and work on her tan; she would have plenty of time to do other things later. For now she was content with allowing herself the luxury of relaxing and taking it easy.

Jayna adjusted her sunglasses and flipped on to her stomach wishing she were somewhere less public so she could untie her red string bikini and avoid the tan lines. Sighing in resignation, she reached over her head and began spraying tan oil on her back when she felt a shadow blocking her sun.

"Can I help you with that?" A deep masculine voice startled her. Following the direction of the voice, her gaze slowly traveled upwards to see to whom it belonged. Surely not one of the busboys! Jayna gasped as her eyes took in beautifully bronzed skin on shapely, muscular legs dusted with golden curls. She stopped briefly at the narrow hips, among other obvious things, encased in brief black Speedo's. Her gaze caught the golden V that disappeared into the waistband of the briefs and slowly followed it up a washboard stomach, muscular chest, and the most amused, arrogant, flashy white smile she had ever seen on a man.

Jayna felt herself blush deeply, mortified that she'd been so obvious. Glad she was wearing her sunglasses and that she was lying on her stomach, Jayna put her head back down on the lounger and politely denied him. 

"Don't play coy. You'll be burned if its not applied properly." Coy! He had some nerve! Acting as if strange women allowed him to oil their backs all the time! Well she surely did not go around asking strange men to oil her back, and she wasn't about to start now.

"I'm not playing anything mister, and you are blocking my sun. Would you kindly move?"

Much to Jayna's exasperation, he moved, and sat down in the lounger right next to hers.

"Why do women always take things the wrong way? It's not as if I asked you to come up to my room. I simply offered help." The man continued mumbling about how women always misunderstood especially the good-looking ones who suffered from delusions that men were always after them. 

After five minutes of his incessant mumbling she gave in. Never had she met a more irritating person.

"Fine mister. Put oil on my back. Then will you go away?"

"Maybe I don't want to do it anymore. Maybe I should just let you roast!"

"Fine. Whatever! Just shut up already!" She instantly regretted her rudeness, but the man was maddening!

"Testy, testy!" He clicked his tongue, clearly amused. The man picked up the bottle and sat down on the edge of Jayna's lounger. He spritzed her back thoroughly and began rubbing the oil in to her warm skin.

Jayna moaned much to her own irritation. She couldn't help it. His hands felt wonderful, strong and warm. Perhaps he was the hotel's masseur. He certainly knew what he was doing. 

Jayna knew he was taking more time than necessary, but she had been a bit tense, and the big strong hands gently rubbing her muscles felt good. His touch was sensual, almost personal. A few times she thought she felt him move perilously close to the side of her breasts, or too low, close to her buttocks, but her lulled brain refused to allow her to protest his ministrations. Her body was beginning to respond to his touch and Jayna could feel the goose bumps travel up and down her arms and her nipples were becoming uncomfortably hard. She knew she should have said something and not let him take advantage of the situation, but it felt too good. Jayna had to admit she didn't want him to stop. Then, just as she was beginning to completely relax and give in, he stopped.

"There, all done. Now you won't burn, at least not for a while."

"Thank you." She answered a little too curtly, she was sure he could hear the frustration in her voice. He knew what he had been doing, making her relax and enjoy his touch and even perhaps arouse her. It had been deliberate. Jayna had no doubt of that. 

"Glad to be of service." Refusing to look at him, she could almost hear the smile in his voice.

Deciding to ignore him, Jayna closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun. Nevertheless, the man meant to make sure she knew he was close. He moved around in his lounger, rubbing oil into his skin. Jayna could hear the whispering of skin against skin, and shook her head to shoo away the mental images of his big hands running all over his muscled, and now oiled, bronzed body. Her attempts to clear her head were fruitless. He did everything possible to deliberately remind her that he was still there. Ten minutes later her body was on edge. Shocking images of herself straddling his lap while he sat in the lounger, the bright sun shining on his golden naked body played in her mind. What was wrong with her? This man was a complete stranger, and while she agreed that that didn't take away from his sex appeal, she normally didn't fantasize about every good-looking Tom, Dick or Harry that came her way. She decided she couldn't take it anymore and got up from her chair and began gathering her things.

"Ahem, miss?"

Jayna somehow knew that she would be stopped. With a sigh of resignation she slipped her sunglasses down her nose a bit and peered at him over the dark lenses.

"Yes?"

"Could I ask you for a favor?"

"Let me guess. You want me to rub oil on your back, right?"

He flashed her a bright, wide grin. "How did you guess?" 

Jayna had to admit he did have a sexy smile. What was she saying? The man was arrogant and presumptuous. So full of himself! Deliberately suppressing a smile of her own, Jayna put her things down and sat on the edge of his lounger. She couldn't refuse. True, his "favor" had been uninvited, and some might say she was forced into accepting it. Still, the least she could do is return it. After all, it was no big deal; it was just putting some oil on his back! Resigned to get it over with, she sprayed some oil onto his back and began rubbing it into his sun-kissed skin.

His skin was soft and supple. His muscles well defined and hard. Chastising herself for letting her mind wander and bring up the same images as before, she made short work of the task, keeping her touch impersonal and cool.

"There, it's done!" she said clapping her hands as if dusting them off. "Good day mister."

"Jonas" he replied.

"Excuse me?"

"The name, is not mister. It's Jonas. What's yours?"

"Busy." Jayna quickly turned and walked away.

Later that evening Jayna decided to go downstairs to the hotel restaurant for dinner. After taking a nice nap and a long hot shower she had realized that she was hungrier than she had thought and a little restless. The hotel had a nice lounge and dance club and she decided to check it out after dinner.

She picked out a short off-white halter dress with a low back and a deep V neckline to show off her tan and bring out the deep red highlights in her upswept, shoulder-length hair. Gold strappy sandals and gold hoops completed her outfit. After carefully applying her make-up she took one last look in the mirror. She was not presumptuous in the least, but she did like the way she looked. The short skirt and high heels accented her long legs, and the plunging neckline of her halter top dress revealed a bit more cleavage than she was accustomed to, still, she was satisfied with the way she looked. She gathered her small evening bag and walked down to the restaurant.

The dinning room was a bit crowded and the maitre d' asked Jayna if she'd mind sharing a table with another guest. Since she was hungry, and it looked like she'd have to wait for a table, she agreed. Jayna followed the maitre d' through the softly lit room towards the rear, where a few tables for two had been set up by the large bay windows overlooking the pool.

"Sir, I have a dinner companion for you." The maitre d' announced to a gentleman sitting at one of the tables.

The same arrogant, insolent, cock-sure smile she had seen earlier by the pool was directed at her again.

"On second thought, I think I can wait for a table. I don't want to intrude on anyone's meal." She smiled nervously at the puzzled maitre d' and began to walk away.

"Nonsense! It's no intrusion at all. Please sit." Said the deep, familiar voice. And then to the maitre d' "Please hold my order until Miss Busy is ready and bring her a glass of the house's white wine please." The man was exasperating! Not wanting to cause a scene Jayna reluctantly sat and thanked the waiter for the menu he handed her. She decided to ignore his insolence and just keep things as pleasant as possible, eat quickly and escape to her room.

Once the waiter left them alone Jayna thought to set a few things straight and clear the air.

"Listen mister, I don't like you and I agreed to dine with you out of courtesy to the maitre d'. So lets just have our dinner and go, ok? By the way, you have no right to order anything for me, I am perfectly capable of doing that on my own, and my name is not Miss Busy!"

"Are you sure? I could have sworn that was the name you gave me earlier."

Jayna sighed and refused to look at him, burying her head in her menu. Hopefully, the cook would be swift and prevent a murder by getting her her order ready quickly!

After a few awkward silent moments the man shifted in his chair and cleared his throat

"Look, miss, I'm sorry if I've said anything to annoy you. Can we call a truce? Perhaps start all over again?" He stretched out his hand towards her in a gesture of friendship. "I'm Jonas. Glad to meet you."

Jayna peered over her menu and sighed. The man was overbearing and arrogant, and still he managed to make her feel like a heel. She guessed it would do her no harm to accept his truce. It wasn't like she'd have to deal with him forever. In a week or so she'd go back home and never see him again. Perhaps his stay wouldn't be as long as hers and she could probably avoid him most of the time. She nodded in response; feeling a bit embarrassed by her attitude, and accepted his hand.

"Hello, I'm Jayna Marsden."

"Jayna is a pretty name. It suits you." He smiled sincerely, not arrogant or over-confident like before.

"Thank you." 

The waiter came around to take her order and bring her her wine. She had to admit Jonas had made a good choice with the wine, even if she wouldn't admit it to him.

Throughout the meal Jonas proved to be good company. Gone were the pretentious attitude and arrogant posture. He was relaxed and enjoying their conversation. His easy demeanor and quick smiles were contagious and soon Jayna too relaxed and put down her guard. For a while she wondered if this man had multiple personalities. He went from God's-gift-to-women-macho-stud-muffin to pleasant company in sixty seconds flat. What did it matter? She had already decided not to be affected and to avoid him later anyway.

Jayna stared out at the pool through the bay window. It had just closed and people were gathering their things from their evening swim and walking past their window.

"Would you like to go for an evening swim?"

"I would love to, but it's too late. The pool is closed."

"Not my pool."

"Your pool?" What on earth was he talking about?

"I'm staying in the penthouse. I have my own private pool." He had an impish gleam in his eyes that almost made her blush.

"Oh! I couldn't impose…" Not in your wildest dreams mister, she thought.

"Oh, it would be no trouble at all. Perhaps you'll change your mind after dancing a bit. Care to join me at the club?"

Why not? After all, she had decided to go to the club after dinner anyway, no harm in going with him. Jayna was annoyed with herself. Although he had gone about it all wrong, the man was trying to be nice. What was it about him that rubbed her the wrong way? He was sexy as hell and he knew it, but she had dealt with his kind before, even had an affair or two with them. The fact that he wanted her and did not even try to hide it? Oh, she had seen the hungry look in his eyes from the start, but his look had not been lecherous in any way. So why was she acting this way? Jayna made a mental note to herself to try to be nicer; after all, it was only dinner and dancing.

After a few drinks and a few whirls around the dance floor with Jonas, Jayna was hot. The air in the club was full with cigarette smoke and alcohol, and the scent of a dozen different perfumes and colognes, and Jayna needed a breath of fresh air. She followed Jonas outside and sat on a bench in the garden.

"Ready for that swim?"

"It's tempting!" Jayna replied while dabbing at the perspiration on her forehead and neck with a napkin.

"Well, lets go. I'll wait outside your door for you to change."

"Jonas, I don't know if I should."

"Why not? It's still early, and I'm sure you want to cool off a bit. Come on, I'll walk you to your room. No funny stuff, I promise. That is, unless you want it." Jonas grinned, a devilish grin full of intent, but Jayna brushed it off as a joke and smiled back nodding.

Later Jayna would ask herself what had convinced her to go for that swim. Perhaps it had been the few drinks she'd had, or the warm night air, maybe even Jonas' congeniality. She changed into her red string bikini and grabbed a towel as quickly as she could and stepped out into the hallway where Jonas waited. They silently rode up the elevators to the top floor. Jayna's gasp of surprise finally broke the silence when she viewed his room. It was almost as big as her apartment, and lo and behold, just outside sliding glass doors in the sitting area, was a swimming pool. Kidney-shaped with a dark teal bottom, its cool waters looked very inviting. Jayna wasted no time, and while Jonas changed and prepared them drinks she hurriedly slipped into the pool. Jonas joined her shortly after, with margaritas in tow.

They talked easily. Jayna realized that Jonas was slowly inching his way closer to her. Despite the fact that earlier that afternoon she had told himself that she found him utterly odious, this didn't perturb her. He was, after all, a very handsome man. She caught herself on more than one occasion watching his mouth as he spoke, wondering what his lips would feel like against hers.

It didn't take long to find out. As their conversation flowed, Jonas got closer. Perhaps it was his nearness combined with the dim lighting from the underwater lights and the margaritas, or perhaps it was Jayna's awareness of the virile man before her. Whatever it was that brought on the silent sexual tension between them, Jayna would never know. All she knew was that she couldn't take her eyes off his sensuous lips and her desire must have been mirrored in her eyes. That to Jonas was an open invitation, and before she knew it his mouth covered hers.

Jonas' kisses were like a drug. Intoxicating, distracting, and something she couldn't get enough of. She almost cried out in protest as his lips left hers and he abruptly turned her around to face the side of the pool. She could feel his hardness pressing against her bottom, wedging itself between her buttocks through the fabrics of their bathing suits. He kissed her ears and neck, slowly traveling to her shoulders and back, all the while his hands kneaded her breasts. Jayna could do nothing. She no longer had control of her body. With her head laid back on his shoulders, on its own volition her body pressed itself back against Jonas' hard groin and arched to give him better access to her breasts. Sensing her movements as surrender, Jonas moved aside the small red triangles that covered her breasts and took each one fully in one hand, testing their delicious weight in his palms and rolling the hardened rosy tips between his fingers.

Jayna hadn't realized it until she actually felt it, but Jonas had slowly moved them around the sides of the pool until he found one of the water jets. His hands slowly moved lower, gently caressing his way down to her inner thighs. The feel of his strong hands and the soft ripples of water were driving her mad, sending chills up her spine and turning her blood into warm honey that stirred and pooled in her belly awaiting release. There were no abrupt movements, and his slowness was making her insane. Jayna whimpered. She was aroused enough to claw at his Speedo's and wrap her legs around his hips and impale herself upon him, but Jonas had other ideas. He tenderly parted her legs and lifted them until they were hooked on the side of the pool, all the while he whispered in her ear to soothe and calm her. With her back pressed against his hard chest, Jayna lifted her arms and held on to the back of his neck for balance, she knew what was about to happen.

Jonas's hand traveled down her belly to the edge of her bikini bottom. His fingers inched their way under the edge of the fabric and worked their way down, past the neatly trimmed silky curls. Jayna felt his finger slither into her, making her almost explode on contact.

"Your pussy is so wet and slick. Does that mean that you are ready for me?" He huskily whispered in her ear. His finger never stopped moving, maddeningly slow, in and out. His crude words did nothing but arouse her more. Never had anyone spoken to her that way and she didn't know exactly how to respond. Jayna just nodded. She wanted him. She wanted him now.

"I think you can wait just a little, huh? If I promise that you'll like it even better if you wait a little, will you be patient?" Again Jayna nodded. She could not speak. There were other things her mouth wanted to do, and talking was not it.

Jonas inserted another finger and Jayna almost cried out. He was torturing her. She needed release; if only…She tried to move against him, trying to make him move faster, but he just chuckled.

"Now Jayna, you promised…"

"Please…" She begged. Jayna surprised herself. Not long ago this man had seemed arrogant and overbearing, entirely not her type. So full of himself, with an ego the size of the pool. The type of man she thought would only worry about his own pleasure. Yet there she was wanting… no begging… to be full of him and receiving so much pleasure she thought she would fall apart!

Jonas chuckled again and brought his fingers up to his lips, greedily slurping at her thick juices clinging to them. He then lifted Jayna's hips and guided her until the water jet was positioned where he wanted it. 

"That's it baby. Is that good? Does this feel good on your pussy? Huh? Mm, can you feel that?" He whispered.

Jayna almost came immediately. The feel of the water pressure between her legs and Jonas's husky voice whispering crudely in her ear was more than she could bear. She became tense, knowing what was to happen, and her breaths slowly becoming harder and shallower. She could feel her blood rushing between her thighs, making her tremble, leaving all other parts of her body until she couldn't even think, or breathe or talk. Her moans and cries became louder as pleasure racked her body until she thought she had completely disintegrated, her particles dissipating in the cool water of the pool. 

As her body slowly came back together and her breathing normalized Jayna thought she could stand no more. Never in her life, could she remember experiencing such complete release. Her whole body trembled and her limbs would not respond. Jonas held her close, his fingers drawing circles around her nipples and down to her belly, murmuring close to her ear, reassuring her that she was still whole.


Strictly Business



He turned the Mercedes into the drive and came to a stop. This was the first time that he had arrived home early for months and he decided to walk the final fifty yards to the front door to complete the surprise.

Since the company had started to expand he had put in a lot of late nights and more often than not when he did make it home it would be with clients in tow expecting to be entertained. His young wife’s patience had been wearing thin. Until six months ago she had been employed as his personal assistant but it was agreed that, after they were married, she would stay at home to try her hand as a novelist. Now, it seemed, he was making more demands of her than ever. 

The trouble was he had come to rely on her more than he would care to admit. Two years ago he had been considered the high flyer on the design team but he recognised that his appalling lack of self-discipline was holding him back. Caroline completely changed him. She encouraged him to become computer literate, generally organised his working life but most importantly of all she made him stand up to the people who were taking advantage of his good nature. He remembered vividly the first moment she walked into his life. 

Her c.v. had led him to expect a well qualified but timid graduate, another in the long line that he had already interviewed, but when she strode into the interview room that morning, a twenty two year old vision of beauty, brimming with self confidence he was totally captivated. She had worn a dark two piece business suit over a simple white blouse. The skirt was daringly short. Already tall she nevertheless sported a pair of high heeled ankle boots which further served to accentuate her legs. Her black hair was expensively cut in a geometric bob and framed an impeccably made up face with deep blue eyes surmounting a neat nose and a mouth with glossed red lips which seemed to flirt of their own accord. Not only did she get the job she talked herself into ten percent per annum more than he had anticipated paying.

He was more surprised than anybody was when, eighteen months later, she accepted his proposal of marriage but he also recognised that she was, in some sense, using him to her own advantage.

The front door opened as he approached and she stood there in a form-fitting leotard with a broad smile on her face. She had a high colour in her cheeks and had obviously just finished a session in the basement gymnasium. He smiled and handed over a modest bouquet of spring flowers. She took them and kissed him on the cheek but as she broke from him she had a suspicious look in her eyes.

"You said yes to the Japanese didn't you?”

He could not lie to her.

"I'm sorry. I had no choice"

Her mood changed instantly.

"You're a bloody fool. You let them walk all over you!”

He walked into the house, his buoyant mood completely deflated, and she started to berate him with a vengeance. Such was the force of her anger that he decided to escape to the bedroom and get changed but she did not let him get away that easily. She followed him upstairs and, whilst he undressed, she continued her rant. 

He knew better than to try to argue. He was in the wrong and nothing he could say would improve things. As he removed his boxer shorts he caught a brief glimpse of his naked body in the mirror and for a moment pleasant thoughts of how he had originally intended to spend the afternoon returned to mock him. He bent to pick up his discarded trousers and that's when she struck. She crossed the gap between them with four strides and brought her hairbrush down across his cheeks with the full force of her arm. 

"Ouch!!!!!"

He brought his hands back instinctively but then, off balance, he fell forward onto the bed. Caroline followed up her advantage and leapt onto his back. In a fit of anger she brought the ivory-backed brush down on his fleshy buttocks again and again. He was eighteen years older than her and not nearly as fit and she managed to get in at least a dozen vicious strokes before he finally managed to buck her off. She fell onto her back and he quickly rose over her and pinned her arms. Her face was flushed with anger but he thought that he had never seen her so beautiful. She put up a token struggle beneath his weight but he held her whilst his body began to register the full impact of the beating she had given him. His buttocks were a blaze of pain and it was a second or two before he realised that he was fully erect. This new turn of events surprised him but it decided him on how he would exact his revenge. He worked his hand down between her legs and pulled the flimsy material of the leotard to one side and then braced himself to force an entrance but he was surprised to find that she was already sodden. He pushed himself home and she climaxed almost immediately. This served to spur him on and he took her with a frenzy but she came twice more in quick succession before he reached an almost heart stopping climax.

He rolled off from her and tried to marshal his thoughts. He had always considered their sex life to be mutually satisfying if not too adventurous but this afternoon was, without doubt, the most vivid sexual experience he had ever enjoyed. After a few minutes he fell into a fitful sleep with Caroline in his arms. 

When he awoke she was brushing her hair at her dressing table. She was wearing a powder blue silk evening dress.

"Get up. You can take me to dinner. It's the least you can do if I'm entertaining your bloody clients tomorrow night."

He smiled as he padded to the bathroom confident in her forgiveness but her next remark cut him short.

"I'll want them out by eleven and then we're going to pay a little game of forfeits" 

The following evening went remarkably well. Caroline was a consummate hostess and a first class cook and, as always, his guests were captivated - and on this occasion, it was just as well. Throughout that day he had been unable to concentrate on his work as images of the previous night kept invading his thoughts not least because his backside was so sore that the least movement served to remind him of what his wife had inflicted upon him; but, equally, the memory of their violent lovemaking afterwards ensured that he had spent a lot of the day with a painful erection.

He somehow got through the meal on autopilot as he considered his wife’s cryptic remark of the night before on which she steadfastly refused to expand. At eleven o'clock precisely the chauffeur rang the doorbell and, after a prolonged parting, his guests finally took their places in the car for the drive back to their hotel. He closed the front door and drank in the silence for a few seconds before going back into the living room.

She turned to face him as he walked through the double doors.

"Wait for me downstairs in the gym. Be undressed when I arrive"

Her haughty tone took him by surprise but his heart pounded in his chest. Without a word he walked back into the hall and took the stairs down to the basement. The gym was well lit but cold, Caroline rarely had the heating on down here, and it was with reluctance that he slowly took off his clothes. He had been unsure what to expect but such thoughts as he had entertained were centered on the warmth of the bedroom. One entire wall of the gym was mirrored and he could not avoid his reflection as he stood waiting feeling a little absurd with his jutting erection. 

As the minutes dragged on Caroline still did not put in an appearance. His manhood wilted and he began to shiver. He was sorely tempted to get dressed again but something held him back. Finally he curled up on the padded massage table which afforded a vestige of warmth and, as the alcohol he had consumed finally took effect, he began to doze. When he came to his watch told him that it was one o'clock. He straightened his stiffened limbs, collected his clothes, and padded up to the bedroom where he found a note pinned to the door.

"I'm sorry that you could not see fit to stay awake. Use the spare room. We'll discuss it in the morning"

He tried the door but it was locked. He thought about knocking but in the end it just seemed easier to give in. 

When he awoke the next morning it had gone eleven. He showered, shaved, put on a dressing gown and went downstairs. The cleaner had already cleared away the dinner things and left the house. Another note awaited him with the morning’s post.

"Be downstairs at twelve sharp" 

His first reaction was anger but, to his surprise, he found that on re-reading those five simple words his manhood began to stir. He helped himself to a glass of fresh orange juice from the refrigerator and got down to the gym with two minutes to spare. At twelve exactly Caroline came in. She was simply dressed in a short navy blue skirt and black crew neck cashmere sweater. He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him short

“Not a word! It would appear that since we married you have started to develop some of your old habits but, in fairness, it is probably as much my fault as yours. I cannot say that I fully understand what happened between us the other night but I was curious enough to do a little research. It's absolutely amazing what you can find on the internet if you really look." 

She started to walk around him and he felt oddly vulnerable in his silk robe.

"Today we are going to institute a new regime and get you back into shape"

Something in her tone set off an alarm bell in his mind. It was a tone he had often heard her use when she had been acting as his protector at the office but she had never actually spoken to him in this way. 

"Get undressed and lie on the bench" 

He did as he was told with a mixture of fear and excited anticipation. Fear of the pain she had inflicted on him but a longing to rediscover the new sexual peak he had so recently scaled. He instinctively lay on his back but she motioned him to turn over. The bench’s padded black leather surface was just long enough to accommodate him, but, being narrow, he had to lie with his arms down towards the floor. He felt Caroline’s cool fingers brushing lightly over his buttocks much as his own had done earlier that morning in the bathroom. He had been surprised, given the apparent severity of the pain, that there was very little bruising. 

She spoke to him in a clipped, almost matter-of-fact, manner.

"I've brought down a number of things to try on you. Over the next few days I want to test your tolerances. If you behave you will get your reward. If not ...." 

His stomach lurched at the unspoken words. It was the fear of an older man married to, a much younger, beautiful woman, the fear that she had come to her senses.

He lay perfectly still and listened as she rummaged through her sports holdall.

"From my reading it seems important that I warm you up before we really get down to it" 

His heart pounded and he chanced a glimpse. She was standing two feet away. From his vantage point he could follow the curves of her long legs as they disappeared upwards into the darkness of her skirt. From her hand hung the two-foot wooden rule that he used when working at home. Never had it looked quite so ominous. He was still lost in his own thoughts when she struck him without warning across both buttocks.

Crack!

The noise was worse than the pain itself which was mild compared to her previous angry attack but she then began a regular tattoo working methodically up and down covering the area from the upslope at the small of his back to midway down his thighs.

Slap, Slap,Slap… 

He lost count at thirty and she showed no sign of stopping. He felt the heat in his flesh steadily increase and with it a return to the levels of pain he had previously endured. 

Finally she stopped but, oddly, the pain seemed to become greater in the immediate lull. He wanted to talk to her, he wanted to tell her that he loved her, but somehow silence seemed more appropriate. He could hear her opening the small fridge where she kept her isotonic drinks and then listened as she swallowed greedily. 

"Your skin looks nicely tanned I think we can move onto stage two" 

For a split second he wanted to rebel. To jump up and assert himself. To take her as he had before but he found he could not. It was almost as though there was a weight on his body keeping him in place and, when he saw her taking her riding crop from her holdall he knew he was lost.

"We'll start with six. Don't try to be brave. Cry or scream if you want to. I want to find out exactly how much you can take"

He could not believe that it was his wife saying these words but, stranger still, he could not explain why he had begun to tumesce.

Crack! 

The first blow fell almost dead centre and the pain was crisp and sharp. He expelled his breath through his nose and, despite her warning, he tried not to cry out. 

Crack!

The second blow fell, lower than the first, and although it appeared to be delivered with the same force it somehow seemed more painful. 

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The next three fell in quick succession, targeted at random, and he felt a tear start to his eye. Before the last stroke was delivered he felt her fingers exploring the inch long ridges that she had raised on his skin. Then her intent became clear as the last stroke fell directly on the welt raised by the first and he could no longer help himself

"Argghh!"

"Well done my darling. There is no point trying to be a hero. I'm going to see this through to the end no matter what. Now, I want you to turn over " 

He turned slowly wiping the back of his hand over his eye as he did so but as his tortured flesh came in to contact with the warm surface of the bench he winced and his eye was moist again.

"You're doing very well and now you get the first part of your reward.."

She moved closer to him and slowly hitched up her skirt. Apart from self supporting stockings she was wearing no underwear and, as his eyes lighted on the lush black thicket that covered her pubis, he felt his erection gain new vigour. He watched and hoped but she approached the end of the bench and, facing his feet, she straddled his face. She released her skirt and the hot enveloping darkness was complete. She lowered herself slowly and his tongue went to work. Normally he liked to service his wife with his mouth but he disliked her actually squatting over him. Nevertheless he did his best and it seemed good enough because she came quickly to a climax pressing herself down on him at the height of her passion. It was two minutes, but it seemed longer, before she finally got up from him.

She smoothed her dress down and straightened her hair 

"Turn over. It's time for part three"

He looked at her earnestly. 

"Let's go upstairs. I want us to be a couple"

Her laugh froze him like iced water. 

"From hereon you have to earn your rewards"

He knew, in those next few seconds, that he had a choice to make. He could take whatever physical pain she chose to inflict or he could face the pain of losing her. The decision was easily made and he slowly turned over once more. 

She used the crop again. Twelve crisp, evenly spaced, strikes across his already tortured flesh. 

"Turn over"

He turned and waited. Once again she lifted her skirt and he immediately sensed her need. It was the mood she would sometimes fall into when she had had a couple of drinks. On those occasions she would become a sexual predator, taking the lead in their lovemaking, bringing an exquisite savagery to the proceedings. Some perverse part of his brain wanted his manhood to resist, to show that she had overstepped the mark, but his resolve was like a straw hut in a typhoon. She stepped over his legs and, by the time she had edged forward, his erection was as fierce as ever. She smiled a cruel smile that he had never seen before as she slowly impaled herself. She was hotter and wetter than he could ever remember and she wasted no time as she began to lift herself up and down with an urgent relentless rhythm. 

"Make sure you don't come or I'll really make you pay"

Her words seemed superfluous. Her weight was constricting his already wounded flesh and he was amazed that he was able to stay the course at all but, as her first orgasm took her, she held herself rigid and it was as though the life was being sucked out of him.

"Caroline, I can't hold back..."

"Don't you dare!”

She remained still for two or three minutes but the whole time her body was pulsing and drawing him on. Slowly, inexorably, she began to move again but now the heat of pain began to meld with the heat of her pleasure and he could not help himself as his hips began to jerk to the rhythm that she had set. This time her orgasm took an age to build and he had to bite his lip in order to try hold himself back but his best was not good enough. She started to move harder and faster and as she began to scream out her pleasure he let himself go and experienced the longest climax he had ever known. 

Caroline slumped forward on him panting hard with a sheen of perspiration glossing her skin.

She was unable to talk for some minutes but finally, with a great effort, she eased herself off him.

"I told you not to come now you have to pay the price...."

She returned to her holdall which to his eyes, had taken on the qualities of Pandora’s box. She took out several leather straps and his immediate thought was to wonder where the hell had she got them from. Then he remembered the Victorian cabin trunks they had brought at auction which now fulfilled the function of very expensive storage boxes in the attic. 

"Put your arms to your sides"

He obeyed liked an automaton knowing that he would do almost anything to remain on these new sexual plateaux. She unrolled the straps under the bench and , starting at his shins, she pulled them over his body. She cinched each one tight and fastened the heavy brass buckles. There were six already in place when she finally took the thinnest and pulled it tight across his forehead. It was an odd sensation. The tightness was almost comforting and there was a curious sense of release in knowing that the decision making process had been taken out of his hands. His fate was now entirely at his young wife's whim and favour.

When she was satisfied she unclipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her tan was not deep but kept at a healthy tone all over her body. Without preamble she straddled his face again but this time she took up a position so that she could look down into his face. 

"Lick me nice and clean" 

He was about to protest at this new indignity, something she had never demanded before, when she settled over his mouth. His immediate reaction was to close his mouth tightly but she was ready for this. She pinched his nose between her thumb and forefinger which served the dual purpose of cutting off his air supply and allowing her to stimulate her clitoris with her knuckle. His mouth gasped open and he tasted his own emissions for the first time. At first he almost gagged but, facing the inevitable, he then tried to get it over with as soon as possible but she kept him under until she reached yet another wrenching climax.

When she finally lifted herself his face was wet and his hair matted to his scalp. She refastened her skirt and from her bag drew out one of her own leather belts. It was red, heavily embossed, about an inch thick and the sight of it made him quail. 

"Please Caroline. Enough is enough,,"

"Don't be silly. We've got the rest of the weekend ahead of us and you'll be amazed what I've dreamt up for you." 

She reached down and soothed his brow with her hand.

"You get another dozen now and then I'll leave you for a couple of hours of contemplation whilst I have some lunch" 

She was looking steadily into his eyes and, for reasons that he would never explain to himself, he was, at that moment, more deeply in love than ever. So it was, that, as the strap started to fall across the front of his thighs, his cries of pain seemed almost to be cries of celebration at the new life that had begun for him. 



Strictly Business



This being my first story, I would appreciate any feedback. I would also like to thank Angel Love for her help correcting my butchery of the language. Her encouragement helped enough to stop me from hitting the 'delete all' key. Thank you again Angel. Now on to the story.

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Well what the fuck now? A year ago I thought my fucked up life might actually turn out all right. Now all I can think is what the fuck. My name is Rob I'm 38 on my next birthday.

Let me bring you up to speed here. At 26, I led an exciting and dangerous life in a Navy UDT team. Navy Seals, to all that might not know the lingo. That in itself is not important, but does have an impact on the story later as you will see. At 27an inner ear infection led to the end of my diving days. My options were few at the time, desk duty. I thought that one out for about 3 seconds. The question was, behind a desk at Navy pay? Fuck that. After almost ten years in, I resigned my commission and applied for my MBA at a small business school. I had earned my BA during my earlier Navy days and had used it rather well to advance. If I was going to spend my life behind a desk, I was going to go for the gold so to speak.

After two tough years and some sizable student loans, I was on the job market. It did take a while to find a position with a company that I thought had potential. I had been offered a few jobs with large corporations but I felt I may just be another small fish in a big ocean. The money would have been better at first but I was looking down the road a piece.

I settled in after a short time and a routine of sorts developed of visiting a little pub close to work after long hard days. One Friday evening I was sitting alone at the bar and a hand came down on my shoulder. I turned my head to see a tall husky older man I recognized as Ron. Ron was the CEO of the company I worked for, though we had never spoken, I knew him from the office and offered him a stool and a drink. We hit it off from the start. You see I try not to talk shop away from work and that suited Ron. He could clearly see I wasn't trying to kiss his ass and we talked on the same level. This is where the UDT thing kicks in. Ron also led a seal team in his younger days and we shared stories with each other from our old Navy days.

Ron and I met on no set days or even weeks and as the months went by we became fast friend almost brothers. I really didn't have much of a life at the time because of work commitments and frankly a lack of funds. My rent and student loan kept me tapped much of the time and I felt I didn't have much to offer on the dating front until I was a little more financially able. No I wasn't celibate, I picked up women from time to time and we had some laughs but I didn't have time or money to find a relationship. Hell I didn't really know if I knew what a relationship was at the time or if I do now come to think about it. I worked on weekends a lot to stay ahead and I really didn't have anything better to do. 

One Saturday morning I was in the office and went down the hall to get some coffee when I noticed Ron's door open. This was pretty odd as usually no one came in on weekends. I looked in to find Ron sitting at his desk, feet up staring at the wall. I think he must have come close to shitting himself as saw me. He calmed quickly as asked me what I was doing here on Saturday. In my best Richard Geer voice, "I GOT NO WHERE ELSE TO GO." I replied. We laughed and I sat and put my feet on his desk and asked if he wanted to talk about it? "Talk about what."

"Look Ron if you don't want to tell me what's up your ass it's up to you, I won't press you."

He looked in my eyes for awhile trying to decide what to do or say. He looked away and said. "Rob I think I've really screwed the pooch this time."

"Want to tell me about it or should I go." 

He hesitated a moment. "I fucked up big time and I don't see any way out, I cheated on my wife. She forgave me the last time, but not this time."

"What makes you think she will find out, Ron?"

"The girl's pregnant."

"Wow that complicates the shit out of an already shitty situation."

We sat and no one said any thing for awhile. He finally started filling me in on the details. The girl had just started for the company in the audit department, new from college in her first real job. He met her in the parking lot one night after work, she was having car troubles he had tried to help, and He offered her a ride they went to dinner. You can picture the rest. Now she's pregnant and wifey would take him for wild ride in a divorce court.

All of this was just the cause and effect. The real issue was she would not even consider giving up the baby. She just wouldn't hear of it. She had been raised in a strict moral fashion. That presented the clincher that had Ron's nuts in the vise. Her parents, they may welcome a grandchild but not without a husband. 

"What do I do Rob? I can't marry her. What would she do with a 55 year old husband anyway? FUCK... FUCK...FUCK...FUCK."

"No Ron, fuck is defiantly not the answer. That's how you got in this mess in the first place."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, and you know, I can't really figure that one out either. I haven't done anything like this for almost 20 years. What was I thinking?"

"Obviously you weren't, if you had been using the big head things would still be peachy."

"I know, anyway thanks for listening to my stupid sorry ass."

"Look, Ron what is the bottom line on this deal from every angle?"

"What do you mean?"

"Break it down Ron, like business deal. First she needs a husband and a father for the baby right?"

"Yeah, I'm not sure I follow you."

"Just go with me here for a minute, Ron."

"OK." "Is she in love with you Ron? I mean does the husband have to be you?"

"No I don't really think so."

"Second she will need some financial support, Infrastructure if you will. She will need a home for the baby, monthly support, and a trust fund for the baby's education. Can you handle that Ron?"

"Well yeah, that's the easy part. But Rob..."

"Number three, will she go for it?"

"I honestly don't know, she may, and I mean she couldn't really love me but she says she will marry me. How would you find a man willing to...?"

HEY Rob, what about you? How much is that going to cost me?"

"What do you ... Whoa there Ron, I didn't say I wanted to get involved."

"Well now that you brought it up, think about it. You're almost perfect for the job. No family to worry about, you're not attached to any one right now and as you said yourself you won't be for a few years?"

"Man I'm kind of sorry I brought it up now."

"Rob this deal maybe a long shot but it is a shot and to be honest if I have to go to divorce court the company will probably fold. If you can make this work I promise to make it right with you."

"Ron are you serious?"

"As a heart attack Buddy."

"At least let me chew on it overnight."

Well what the fuck had I gotten myself into this time. Shit this was a screwed up half baked plan if I had ever seen one and I came up with it. I knew Ron may be right I was as good a candidate for this as anyone. I had grown up in a single parent home, I never really knew my mother. And my dad, well I guess he loved me but he worked so many hours that I never saw him. This always left an empty spot in me, I suppose I understood the concept of love but never really had any experience with it. In my Navy years, love was in the back seat of a car or another thing that was probably more respect and camaraderie than anything. My dad was gone now and really what did I have to loose by helping out a friend and girl in a bad situation? I went over the list of what ifs, I didn't sleep well that night. The thing that decided it for me was the child. This wasn't his or her fault, and the baby shouldn't have to pay for grown up mistakes. I could at least draw the attention of the grand parents and make anything that happened be my fault. I could take the heat and let mom and pop blame me. Human nature seems to require blame be placed on someone, and it shouldn't be the baby. I would be the diversion and grandpa could still love his daughter and her child.

It all boiled down to family. I would do every thing I could to for a few years to see that the family unit was complete. We could come up with an excuse for divorce and maybe all walk away happy or at the very least slightly wounded. 

Monday in Ron's office I asked him to set up a meeting with Holly. Shit, I had committed on my part to marry her, and didn't even know her name until then.

We met on Wednesday, at a very swank Italian place. Ron had filled her in on a little information before hand and offered to be there. I thought it would be much easier for us if we were alone. Holly was there when I arrived. I didn't know what to expect but it certainly wasn't her. Tall, slim and long dark hair, almost black, her face would have been perfect with a smile. 

This looked like a situation that could head south in hurry. She didn't seem pleased. Maybe she had agreed to be here so she could chew my ass for coming up with this idea. At least I could have a nice dinner before the beatings began.

We were seated in a private area, tense doesn't even begin to describe the mood. 

"What in the world would make you think I could marry a man I've never met?" Holly said in a low hiss.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Rob." Offering my hand.

She looked a little less threatening at that point.

"Holly, please could we enjoy a nice supper and just discuss this calmly."

Holly eased up but didn't speak.

We ordered and sat in near silence for awhile. After our salad she finally spoke.

"Why?"

I looked at her eyes for a moment.

"I'm just trying to help."

"It's that simple? Please. What's in it for you?" 

"You'll have to trust me on this Holly, I get nothing. As a matter of fact I'm the only one involved with nothing to gain."

"You're not being paid?"

"No, Ron offered but I won't take it." "But why would you do that? I don't understand."

"There are several reasons but I'm not sure I could explain it well enough for you to understand."

"What, so now you think I'm stupid? I must be for listening to this crap."

"You would understand if I did it for money or some pay off, but could you if it was for loyalty and honor or just plain willingness to do something nice without a hidden agenda? Holly, I've helped people all my life in one way or another but never for money."

We finished a lovely dinner, and the mood was less tense but not yet friendly. We remained for coffee. I broke the thick silence.

"I know this all sounds pretty unreasonable but in end the only way to move is forward. You both would like to go back for a do over but we all know that can't happen. If the truth comes out, what will that accomplish? You may end up with an old unhappy husband and an uncertain financial future. This way at least the baby's future is secure, and you can provide a loving stable home. Holly I won't beg you to do this, remember I am the only one involved that can walk away unhurt. Just consider what is to be lost and gained by your actions."

I walked her to her car and hugged her and at the end I think she actually hugged me back.

Work was hectic Thursday, I stayed busy. I thought I did all that I could to convince Holly the night before, we'll see. Ron came in to my office at 5 o'clock as I was cleaning off my desk. He handed me an envelope.

"What's this, my last paycheck?"

"Tickets to Las Vegas, you and Holly leave Sunday."

What the fuck had I done?

I can remember jumping from an airplane one day and after I had committed to the jump, I realized there was no way back inside. I couldn't get back in if I tried. So I went with the flow and enjoyed the ride.

We weren't married by Elvis but it didn't matter, we were now married. The suite at the hotel was nice. Ron had gone all out for our stay in Vegas. Our first night was awkward. We both weren't sure what to do or say. We didn't have sex the first night but I softly kissed her and held her to me. She slept in my arms that night. The next mourning I saw her smile for the first time, she was absolutely gorgeous, wow. We planned a few things for the day, shopping and sightseeing. I made reservations for dinner and a show for the evening. We got to know each other and had a good time. 

In our room that night we were more relaxed. We shared a glass of wine and sat at the window enjoying the lights. We didn't talk much, but that seemed ok, at the time. She rose from her chair to fill the in-room spa with water. I stayed in my chair as she went in the bathroom. A few minutes later she emerged in a long robe. Holly joined me at the window and took my hand and pulled saying simply and softly "please."

At the tub, she helped me undress and dropped her robe. "My god, Holly!" was all that would come out of my mouth. She was truly spectacular. We soaked and held each other for what seemed like hours. Latter in bed I kissed her more passionately than the night before and we slept in each other's arms. The rest of the week was good we had fun. Sex? Yes but it was tentative. Not a lot of passion but we had hardly known each other a week.

The week was cut a little short, we decided to 'meet the parents'. Things were a little strained but went as well as could be expected under the circumstances, they were disappointed about the Vegas wedding. We stayed 2 days with Holly's mom and dad and decided to tell them about the baby later. A few weeks later we found a house that Holly loved. Ron mumbled a little about the price but really was overjoyed inside that things were working so well at this point. I reminded him about the cost versus reward theory, at that he just nodded.

After we'd been married about 3 months Holly let her mom in on the pregnancy. She hadn't given her a due date, they could do the math latter. The doctor visits were going fine, we were having a little girl. Holly couldn't happier, I felt something I'd never really felt before but it was good. Cuddling in bed one night she asked me "what should we call her?" Man I was stunned for a moment. "How about Marie." she suggested. "Perfect." was all I could say at the time. I think now that is when I first felt I was becoming part of something, Part of a family instead of a conspiracy. We did all the baby classes together, shopped and got the nursery ready. This was all so new to me, we were busy and happy.

Marie was born and she was perfect. She impacted my life like a ton of bricks. I helped Holly all I could with Marie. The changing, 4 o'clock feeding and any thing I couldn't do I tried to learn. A year later a feeling started to grow inside me that some times made me feel like I was outside of our house watching our lives through a window. A Holly would some times just sit and watch me, like she was trying to decide or say something. These little things depressed me somewhat, I started thinking my bubble was about to pop. But nothing bad happened so I continued with the flow. My relationship with my wife was comfortable but I sensed we were both holding back a little. We had discussed a divorce before we married a couple of years down the road. I wondered sometimes if it was coming, I was afraid to say anything. I really didn't want to lose my new family. I liked where I was headed for once in my life.

Life moved on, the other shoe I was waiting to hit me in the ass never came. My carrier was in high gear. After 7 years together the bad feelings I had, were almost gone.

I was taking a proposal to Ron's office for his review. Ron was on the phone with his back to the door looking out the window as he spoke. 

"Holly how are you, how's Marie?" I waited at the door smiling now, thinking of my wife and daughter. "Are things going as planed?" What plan? I thought. I wasn't smiling anymore. I stepped into the office. "Holly is Rob suspecting any thing?" I quietly laid the paperwork on his desk along with my heart and left. That shoe I had been waiting for had come up from behind and squashed me like a bug on a sidewalk. What the fuck now!

To be continued... 



Strictly Business



She was glossily black, big tit's wobbling loose under a baggy tee-shirt and about mid thirties I guessed. Her attitude when she opened the door was initially surprised, then gushing and full of joy to see the dog I had by the scruff of it's neck. For it's part it ignored her outstretched arms and wandered into the house as I gulped at the vision - then did what I intended to -vent my anger.

"Crapped on my lawn and my drive in two days," I growled. "Disgraceful - you should...er! hang on, you don't live here."

"No my sister does, Emily. I'm Norma, house sitting while she's on a course. Her work you know," she simpered, glancing into the house then back at me. 

What a profile! Neat snub nose betraying the wide flared nostrils when seen face on. Long lush eyelashes - ah! that's the family trade name and strong perky chin. Her lips protruded almost brutishly in that strong Negroid way, but their colour or colours deflected any crude ideas. They were purple pink and seemed to be outlined within a dark inky line.

"Well it's her dog I know and I'm pig sick of telling her about keeping it secure," I glowered.

"Yes I'm sorry Mr er..?" she asked gently.

"Bell, Mike Bell, from number one."

"Ah yes. Look I'm awfully sorry. I was meaning to meet you. Can I do anything?" she smiled and I was intrigued - meet me? but totally dazzled by her teeth.

I glanced at her legs - long, slim and shapely below the hemline of the shirt which hung like a dress. Tiny feet, the lighter lower pigmentation just wrapping round enough to hint at it's contrast with the uppers. I'm a sucker for that. Red painted toenails colour matched her finger nails as she offered her hand. The coffee smelled nice and I told her. 

We sat in the neat bright kitchen decorated with the Caribbean colours relevant to Norma Lush, but not Emily Lush the neighbour at number five. In fact thinking about Emily, definitely not the colours she would choose so I was surprised. Emily was plain, thin and scholarly and although black, my favourite feminine colour, was not in the slightest way sexy to me and I had watched her enough. 

To find a chink in her persona that would make me interested in the neighbour, I had studied her long and hard for the three years she had lived along the terrace, but to no avail. The woman was so ungainly, dowdy and unfashionable I had given up on her. I could spy her underwear on the washing line and that didn't raise any hopes either. She wore large white cotton knickers for fucks sake! Her sister - who now perched in front of me on the worktop with her lovely legs crossed and offering me acres of glossy thigh was a revelation however.

I sipped the delicious filter coffee as she talked and told me that it was her first visit to England, coinciding with Emily's trip to Brussels although they would have time together as Norma was in Europe for six weeks. Hendrix the dog wandered happily in and out of the back door. It was a nice enough fucking dog, mixed species, maybe part collie but I just don't like dogs that shit on other folks patches or in public thoroughfares. Even his name didn't seem to fit with Emily, but it did with Norma.

We chatted about everything and anything, including how I would pop round and investigate the garden boundaries to keep the pooch in. Fuck! I was happy now, as I goggled, making not the greatest attempt to hide my drools. Christ! she had nipples like organ stops in there and they were leaping about as she talked with great animation. Norma slid off the worktop, allowing me the slightest glimpse of a blue crotch, probably a silk thong I reckoned. Her boobs bounced dramatically as she landed lightly on the terracotta tiled floor. I lapped up the views until she excused herself and trotted upstairs to the toilet.

I imagined the views if I had followed her, buttocks blooming alternately, glimpses of a tight bulging gusset, it's lowering to round her black knees and then as she squatted over the toilet, the strong flow of her piss splashing into the water and the casual wipe through with a tissue and wash of her hands. I spotted some holiday brochures where she had been perched and idly flicked through them. I put them down as she re-entered the kitchen.

"Like what you see?" she grinned, as her boobs settled when she leaned quite close to me at the kitchen table.

I think she meant the brochures and I nodded and then asked.

"So what is Hedonism? I mean I know the word and it's meaning - but this place?"

"It's a resort for the broadminded. You know swingers, sexy people and a lot of show offs," she chuckled. "I mean look at the pictures, get the picture?"

I nodded as I leafed through the expensive publication. Topless and nudes abounded, male and female and the list of activities was mind blowing.

"Been there?" I quizzed.

"Of course. I am the executive vice president for PR and marketing," she told me matter of factly.

"No shit!" I exclaimed. "I can see why."

"Is that meant to be a compliment Mike?" she breathed. "Anyway look at page twenty-three and you'll see me."

I leafed to the small print and company information page and gasped. There was Norma, fully dressed in a smart getup amongst a group of smart people, some white some not.

"That's the executive team," she pointed to the picture. "I'm here on business, Josh is here too but he's up in London," Norma added pointing to a slim Hispanic guy. "He's EVP Finance and IT. Execu..." she stopped explaining when I nodded knowingly.

"Big time," I murmured. "You and him an item? You rustling up punters?"

"No way to both questions, he's gay anyway," she giggled. "We're full to busting all the time, but we need to keep up with things and Europe is where the shit is. You know IT and all that. Emily tells me you are in IT in a big way," said Norma. 

I was stunned.

"'How the fu...how does she know?" I gasped putting the brochure down.

"She knows the fuck about lots of things Mike. It's her job," she chuckled throatily. 

I grinned and nodded at her humour. I knew nothing about Emily Lush, but she knew about me.

"What else did she tell you?"

"Well you seem to be single, work from home a lot or have lots of time off, drive a nice car, go skiing, run to keep fit most days, shop locally, sun bathe naked...." she burst out laughing, probably at my gobsmacked expression. 

I reckon my jaw must be down near my knees by now.

"Shit!" I exploded.

"And you're the Managing Director of one of the UK's biggest IT management companies," she concluded correctly. "MBB - Is Emily's info correct?"

"Smack on," I said. "She seen me naked then?"

'Yep!" Norma grinned. "Full frontal, gave me a detailed description."

"Girl talk yeah?" I smiled, quite confident the description would be glowing.

"Well yeah, but from Emily's point of view it's the facts. From mine it's very very good and..... all useful information," Norma added mysteriously, but with a distinct and unmissable glance at my crotch. 

Chuffed that my attributes below the belt had impressed even the dowdy Emily, I watched her sister's sinuous hands smooth her shirt over her hips, the black knuckles magnetic in an animalistic way.

I got up - I needed to, my cock was near bursting out of my jeans and I disturbed Norma's perched lean against the table. My arm brushed across her nipples as I stepped past and out into the garden. Hendrix looked up at us lazily as she joined me. Norma's perfume was heady, her well groomed hair was thick, black and shoulder length and she very pointedly bent to stroke the hound. Her arse was unveiled - quite purposely in my mind, as the hem of her shirt rose like a curtain to reveal almost charcoal coloured, solid butt globes. The thong triangle disappeared into that dark deep crack and there in that wonderful curve right at the top of the inner thigh was the plump bulge of her cunt. It was a trap and I fell gratefully into it.

"You could help me lot's Mike. In fact do me a lot of good," she said quietly, as she straightened up.

"I know I could Norma," I gulped as she sauntered towards me. 

She licked her lush native lips in a time honoured signal.

"You could help me too," I added.

"Let's go inside and negotiate,"she simpered, innocently scratching low on her shoulder, inside her tee-shirt which was forced to lopsidedly slide down her front and only stop from falling by the sharp stub of her nipple. 

Glorious slopes of glistening blue black flesh beckoned me as did her finger and I meekly followed Norma inside and up the stairs, getting the very view I had fantasised about earlier.

Seconds later we were stripping. Norma's was easy, the shirt then the thong. Mine took slightly longer and I had her assistance with my belt as I drew off my tee-shirt. The vision of a truly voluptuous, beautiful black woman crouching at your feet, drawing your zip down is something to be treasured and as I stepped out of my shorts and drew off my socks she was already grasping my erection. She pushed on my belly and I collapsed back onto the bed, without her losing her grip. My cock was solid and upright in her mitt and as she clambered to straddle my shins, her huge knockers swayed heavily. Her knees gripped my legs as she curled neatly and bent her head to drop over my erection. Immediately she started to suck. Full length dips of her head obscured the disappearance of my dick into her hungry mouth.

I grunted and reached for her shoulders. She glanced up and got the signal and swivelled her body until her legs cocked over my head and her thighs formed a magnificent cathedral like arch over my face. At the peak of the arch was the most beautiful alter piece. Already moist and glistening, her cunt lips stuck together in a strong ridge that curved down from the puffy bulge of her neatly trimmed crotch. Her pubes were hairy enough to satisfy my desire for hirsute pussy, yet trimmed to meet her needs for a neat bikini line in her exotic workplace, in that they stopped short of the crease of her puss pouch and her inner thighs.

The crinkly edges to Norma's soggy hanging labia were mixed hue of smoky grey purple as I craned my head upwards. My fingers parted them to reveal the pearly pink brightness of her gash. The contrast was almost blinding and I gazed in awe at her multi-coloured creases and crevasses, noting the clear red dimple of her urethra. I grasped her buttocks as I started to lick her meaty mott and she lowered the arch allowing me greater access to the point of worship. My knob was being nibbled in the most delightful way, making the feeling of wanting to piss ever more urgent, but I knew how sensitive my helmet could get. Her pubes whilst typically bristly were not harsh on my mouth although there was a distinct stubble growth which gave the surrounds to her succulent vagina a basic common touch.

For a long time we sixtynined and it was easily the best experience of mutual oral since ten years ago in Bangkok. Norma swiftly turned and straddled my groin. Her face was greasy with my precum and she looked jungle-like in her intense mating gaze as she handled my cock. I fondled her massive breasts, rolling them softly, melding them as if in one huge pillow of black silky milker. Her nips stuck out maybe half an inch or more and their stubbiness was almost as wide, with a cute little dimpled crater in the centre. She grinned down in pleasure, obviously proud of her bosoms and their effect, until she rose, manoeuvred and then sank in one breathtaking movement on to the full length of my prick which she held upright. We gasped in unison, sensing the mutual desire and fulfilment of that intimate moment when no other secrets could divide us. We were as one and we savoured the moment, still, panting, mouths mouthing silent thoughts and desires as she nipped my stiffy with her cuntal strength.

I bucked up at her, spoiling the quiet almost reflective calm. Norma squealed and crashed her butt down on me, making her tits shake violently. I bucked again and soon the steady fuck motion developed as we sought each others way of sexual, satisfaction. Norma leaned down, her arms each side of my head, her enormous black milkers snagging across my face as I sought to capture the elusive yet seemingly easy bulbs of her teats. I grasped her buttocks and pulled them wide and then let them go to reach and feel for her ring piece.

Norma squirmed and giggled as I found it's sturdy bulge and wondered if it was always proud of the smooth channel through her crotch or was it bulbous due to her toilet call earlier. She started to grind her clitoral area onto my pubes. The girl knew her tricks and it was having the desired effect on me as much as her. The increased back pressure of the angle, was making my cum bubble and I reckoned she was entering the home straight judging by her grunts, growls and other assorted issues from that sexually charged mouth. I realised there was no rubber between us and imagined the chocolate coloured infant that would sprout from her loins, but I reckoned that was Norma's problem.

"Oorghah! ' I gasped. "Jeeeeeez!" 

"Ohhhhh!' she responded, sensing my urgency.

The pace quickened as I rammed up at her rocking black body. Her strength down on me told as she took over to achieve her orgasm. I was already pumping. Her back arced dangerously low as her whole effort seemed to be to rasp her clit away, on the rough growth of my pubes. With each thrust down she took me full length, no doubt sensing the globs of cum fountaining from my knob and hitting her cervix, with every intention of seeking ingress into that magical oven all women possess. Her tits slapped back and forth like two water filled balloons.

Norma suddenly lifted her upper torso off me and curled her head back and I looked up at two mammoth tits jiggling violently. I groped at them, pinching the huge teats which made her gurgle. Her head must have been down her back. All I could see between those enormous knockers was the elegant curve of her neck, which strained as she shouted her ecstatic climax. My hands slowly slid down her sweaty frame, enjoying the freedom of exploration. Down her chest, onto her waist, grasping it and sensing the tight muscular build until it developed into sumptuous globes of her hips. Over the sleek blackness I stroked as she heaved above me. Her thighs were fleshy at the sides but firm in structure and bulged over the crease of her calf muscles. I reached for her feet and stroked them.

Norma mewed with pleasure and raised her head and grinned down at me. Then she sank down and embraced me, still kneeling but in a warm embracing cuddle. We panted in unison as I kissed her shoulders, finding a small pimple. Her feet were gently massaged as the quiet hit the room and we must have laid peacefully for about ten minutes until she suddenly leapt up and off me. My dick hit the colder atmosphere and slapped wetly onto my belly as I asked what was wrong. She giggled and pointed beyond the bed. There was Hendrix, gazing at us, tongue lolling out.

"Damn dog licked my ass," she chuckled throatily, swiping her hand through her crotch as if looking for something the dog left behind..

"Knows a good thing then. Who wouldn't," I added, stroking her arm.

"Cold nose," said Norma. "Shoo Hendy."

The hound ambled away and she lay down beside me.

"The time honoured cigarette pause?" she chuckled. "Ah no - you don't smoke. Can I get you anything?"

"A beer would be nice," I told her truthfully. I was parched.

Norma eased herself gracefully off the bed and disappeared. I went for a piss and then went downstairs meeting her at the bottom, carrying two Becks. 

"Oh I thought we could..." she murmured, offering me a bottle.

"We can..." I told her, glugging some of the icy liquid down. "Carry on?"

She grinned and nodded, sucking the bottle top suggestively, but finally taking a swig.

"It's just that I've got some phone calls to make," I added.

"Ah business Mike. Always the business," Norma said cheerily.

"Yep. That's about it. Look! Why don't you come round to my place later. About seven. I'll cook us something and we'll have some wine and we'll..."

"We'll fuck all night. How does that sound Mr Bell?" she screeched with great mirth.

I did the business and prepared an asparagus starter, then a tuna pasta with salad and cracked open a couple of bottles of Valpolicella. Then I set the cameras and videos hidden in the bedroom, in their usual place and I checked the wiring, the tapes and the angles. It had been a few weeks since I used the setup last. The red headed, 38 year old, Edinburgh based, sales consultant who was no taller than five feet and so petite, with the tiniest of tits and the big puffy nipples and a wild Scottish bush to die for. She had performed brilliantly for the cameras, unknown of course and my later viewings were one hell of a turn on, in the few moments of quiet reflection in the house. My tuna pasta had worked on her too and her expenses in the Hilton hotel were rather wasted as she never used the room that night. This time, Norma was a primed and willing subject for my conquestual collection and I looked forward with great anticipation to the evening.

Three large G and Ts, the pasta, the wine and we were in bed and recording. She told me she liked anal and I obliged willingly. Her acrobatics and muscular control were amazing and we revelled in the fact that we were already easy with one another. To see her back arched, her head buried in the pillows as she reached both hands behind to spread her butt wide and offer her arsehole was one hell of a turn on, but I spent some time licking her musky black orifice, watching it slowly relax and reveal it's pink entrance. It was no surprise to Norma that I had lubricant at the bedside and she didn't even comment as I smeared it on her anus. It was a slow gentle arse fuck, it's best that way in my mind and she wanted to suck my cum from me rather than deliver it into her belly. She took the full load with great relish and smacking of lips. 

During the night, she tit fucked me, I ate her to climax and finally as in the morning, as if to seal our mutual sexuality, we took a bath and I persuaded her to straddle me and piss on me. To see that black cunt spout the strong smelling fountain of yellow urine from it's untidily knotted lips, before I reached up and parted them, feeling the hot pee splash my hands was the final act of our sex. We then showered and ate a hearty breakfast which she provided in her sister's kitchen over business talk. I wondered if the neighbours had clocked the trips back and forth between our respective houses, but didn't care.

"I want the best that money can buy Mike," Norma told me. "You are the best and that's it."

"I know and so do you Norma. Don't worry. I will supply all the IT knowhow, equipment and training your staff need," I advised.

"It means you will have to visit me in the resort Mike and I know your company policy of only dealing with a very select group of clients and we are not," she grinned over her coffee cup.

"You have a unique way of getting what you want. I suppose me bringing Hendrix home only accelerated the meeting you planned," I chuckled.

The dog almost smiled at the mention of his name, but he was busy licking up the remains of toast and marmalade, Norma grinned and nodded.

"When we are in the office, it's strictly business Mike, you understand. No funny business like touching and stuff," she advised.

"It will be the same when you visit my company before you leave the country Norma. It's the only way, strictly business."

End

FIN



Strictly Business



After a week of difficult and contentious negotiations, I got lucky when my Hail Mary compromise took hold, and pulled everyone together. We hammered out the complex contract a whole day early. 

"Congratulations, Ron. That was a brilliant suggestion. It closed the deal." The conference room cleared with everyone high fiving one another and patting me on the back. A big contract and a fat commission. Lady Luck can be a fickle bitch, but for now she was all mine and I felt great.

Lady Luck was with me when I found an early flight that left on time. She made sure my connecting flights meshed with my arrivals, and damn if I didn't land in Burbank, my home airport, early. Twenty years of flying and it had never happened to me before. 

In Baggage Claim, my checked bag was first to the carousel, and an empty cab waited at the baggage claim exit. Carly was going to be surprised and delighted that I saved her the trip out to the airport. She never complained about picking me up, no matter what ungodly hour it was, but she hated the drive out to the airport.

When the cab dropped me off at the house, Lady Luck left me and caught a flight clear out of town. The first clue was a five year old Camry in my driveway. The first evidence was Carly, my dear wife, squealing out an orgasm in our bedroom as I opened the front door. It was the first time I'd ever heard those sounds when I wasn't there helping her make them.

I left my roller bag and computer case by the front door and crept down the hall. I saw Carly's clothes on the family room floor mixed with those of a strange man.

The partially open bedroom door revealed the strange man—he was fucking my wife. Of course, I already knew that, but to see it stunned me. I couldn't breathe. Carly's arms were wound around the guy's neck, her legs sprouted straight up from beneath him, and her strained face was locked in the crook of his neck. A Kodak moment captured indelibly in my mind.

So what do I do? Storm into the room and pull the guy off? Then what? The damage was already done. Carly was screwing another man. Nothing could ever change that. I was too overwhelmed to consider a solution right then. The last thing I needed was to go off half-cocked and get myself in trouble, maybe even go to jail. 

I decided to leave undetected, go find a motel somewhere and tackle the problem like the myriad of complex business problems I handled every day. A problem is a problem. Break it down into manageable chunks and fix it.

Right away I saw two chunks to this problem: what to do about Carly and what to do about the asshole screwing her. Of the two, the second one seemed like the easiest, and the most urgent. If I didn't act fast, revenge would lose its impact. I needed to rain some shit down on his head as soon as possible, but it had to be the right shit. Carly could wait. In fact the wait would make her squirm more. I'd tackle him first, get it out of the way, then deal with her.

I returned to the family room, and surveyed the scene. The guy's pants were on the floor next to the couch, the legs accordioned down over his shoes with his underwear inside. It looked like an old cartoon set up where a fireman jumps out of bed into his boots, pulls up his pants and runs for the pole. 

I picked up the pants and tweezered the underpants out with my thumb and finger. Ugh, too personal. I flicked them on the couch, and wiped my hand on my pants. I checked the pockets, careful to return everything where I found it. Nothing out of the ordinary-keys, change...a sweet "toothpick" Buck knife. Fuck 'im, I kept it. Also, a matchbook from the Blue Parrot, some lounge over on Sepulveda. It didn't ring a bell, but the address was close to Carly's work. I jotted the address down to check it out later.

I went through his wallet. A driver's license revealed the name of the guy huddled over my wife, moaning in the background. Ken Lathrop, age 35, with an address about 10 miles away. I copied that down with the Blue Parrot address. Further digging produced a business card with Lathrop's name on it, and an emergency contact card with his wife's name, Jennifer Lathrop. I copied down all that information, too.

I flipped through the few photographs in his wallet. One showed a professional portrait of a beautiful woman with two pre-teen daughters. That must be Jennifer. Damn, she's hot. A lot prettier than my wife. The guy must be nuts. Carly was a tight little package with a cute pixie face that few men could resist, but not in the same league with the classic beauty in the wallet photo. 

I counted the cash in the wallet, $23 in rumpled $1's and $5's, then stuffed it back in place before returning the wallet to the back pocket. A new chorus of grunts and screams coming from the bedroom startled me, but triggered a devious thought. I snuck into the kitchen, grabbed a plastic Target shopping bag and ran back to the family room. I poop-scooped the underwear off the couch with the Target bag, then threw one of the guy's socks in with it to drop outside in the trash. Let them go crazy searching for this stuff.

***-***

There hadn't been much noise from the bedroom since the last orgasmic outburst so I looked in on the lovers one last time. As I got closer, I heard them talking. It didn't sound like pillow talk so I listened in.

"I can't believe it's been two months."

"Best thing I ever did was stopping at the Blue Parrot. I never go there."

"Me neither. I hate girls night out there. They're all single except me."

"Seems to me you got more action out of it than they did that first night."

They both laughed, then the bed squeaked as Ken jumped out. "Gotta go, Carly."

"Oh, honey...you have to leave so soon? I thought you would stay the night again."

"Can't do it. The wife got the night off so she'll be expecting me home."

"Can you come back tomorrow after work?"

"I thought hubby was coming back tomorrow."

"He comes in late. I have to pick him up at 10. What time do you get off?"

"We could both get off by 4:30 if I hurry over," Ken laughed. "Fridays aren't busy. I'll be here around 4, but I'll only have a couple of hours."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Now I've gotta scoot."

"Yea, yea. Fuck and run." Carly giggled as Ken tickled her.

I heard the shower start so I ran back to grab my bags, and left through the back door. I walked down the street to Denny's, then called the shuttle for the Aamble Inn Suites nearby. Over coffee and pie, I pulled out my laptop and opened a spreadsheet. I always think better with a spreadsheet to sort out details, and I needed a plan to nail Lathrop. 

First thing was to figure a way to catch them the next day. But I damned sure wasn't going to let them jump back in bed together. Flo dropped the tab off for the coffee and pie, and I realized what I was going to do when I saw it. The shuttle arrived a few minutes later and took me to the Aamble Inn.

***-***

The next morning, I went into the office to finalize my plan. 

"Ron! You surprised me. I wasn't expecting you until Monday," said Alice, my secretary.

"I seem to be surprising a lot of people these days. I have a few things to do here today, but I'm outta here by 3. Don't schedule anything for me until late Monday morning, OK?"

Carly and Lathrop said they had been together for a couple of months. A logical assumption was that they got together on days I was out of town. I transferred those days for the past two months from my daily planner into the spreadsheet I'd started the night before. I opened our online banking account and pulled the remaining figures I'd need from there. When I had everything I needed, I printed a couple copies and stuffed them in my computer case.

Alice and I went over the new contract and client report so she could get them ready for my presentation to management on Monday. Useful work, but I was just killing time. About 3 pm I asked her to get me a rental car. She called Enterprise and they picked me up at the office.

By 3:30, I had a non-descript rental car. I didn't even know what it was except it was blue. I drove by my house to confirm that Lathrop hadn't yet arrived. I parked down the street and walked to the house with my computer case over my shoulder and roller bag tagging along behind. At 4:15, I rang my doorbell.

Carly opened the door with a big smile, then jumped back in surprise. "What are you doing here? I mean...you're early...uhh, why did you ring the bell?"

"I got in way early so I figured I'd take a cab and save you the trip. Sorry, couldn't find my keys. Packed away somewhere, I hope. You OK? You seem...nervous?"

Carly laughed. "No, just surprised. You must be tired. Why don't you go take a nice long shower and I'll have a drink ready when you're done." She pulled me into the bedroom by one arm so fast I almost tripped on my roller bag. Ken was due to arrive any minute. She wanted me busy showering and dressing so she could warn him off when he rang the bell.

I spun out of her grasp and returned to the living room. "No, I just need to sit for awhile. But you can still get me a drink."

Carly stood there wringing her hands not sure what to do. 

I sat on the couch. A nervous Carly sat beside me, closest to the front door.

"How about that drink, Carly?"

"Oh, let's just talk for a minute. I haven't seen you in a week." She was stalling.

We sat there in silence looking uncomfortably at one another. The doorbell rang. Carly let out a little involuntary squeak. "I'll get it," we both said in unison. Carly got to the door first. I'm sure she planned to just slip out and warn him off, then tell me it was somebody selling something. Before she could say a word, Ken pushed his way in stark naked. "Surprise!" he said, arms extended, jazz hands waving like he was Roy Fucking Scheider.

It would have been a toss up who was more surprised, Carly, me or Ken, but I reacted first. I slammed the door and locked it. "Do you usually ring doorbells naked?" I asked. "Where are your clothes?"

Ken looked around. "Uhh, wrong house. Sorry. They're outside on the porch. Bye!" he said hoping for a quick getaway.

"I don't think so. I know why you're here, asshole. Stay put if you want to leave here with everything you just showed off. Carly, get his clothes and get back in here."

Carly grabbed the clothes from the porch. She looked around to check for neighbors, but she needn't worry because the porch was enclosed and not visible from the street.

"Throw them to nature boy, there. Put them on, asshole."

"It isn't what you think, Ron. It's...oh, shit, I don't know what it is."

"You mean you can't think up a lie fast enough. Save your breath. I was here last night. I heard your plan for today."

"Please Ron, I...". Carly collapsed on the couch farthest from Ken.

"It's alright, Carly. Relax. We're all adults here, right? These things happen. There are consequences, but we can sort them out together," I said.

"Yes, sweetie, that's it! It just happened. I'm so sorry, but these things happen," Carly said, smiling at the turn of events.

"Quit babbling and listen up." I opened my computer case and pulled out the papers I'd printed earlier. "Here's the problem. Asshole here..."

"Ken. My name is Ken."

I looked him in the eye. Ken looked away. "Asshole here has been fucking you for awhile now, hasn't he?"

"These things happen, honey, like you said. Last night was a one time thing."

"Last night, I was here, remember? So cut the shit and let's get to the real purpose of this little talk."

"The real purpose?"

" Asshole here has been fucking you free for two months. Meanwhile I've been paying to maintain you. A nice house with utilities, your own car, food, clothing, everything. A sizable nut every month for me, but he pays nothing."

"You think your wife's a whore who gets paid for sex?" Ken said.

"Shut up, asshole and listen. I'm not asking you to pay for fucking her. She can negotiate that with you later. I'm asking for reimbursement for her maintenance on the days she was with you. If we're going to share her, we're going to share in the expenses. I pay for expenses for the days I'm with her. You pay for the days you're with her...retroactively, of course."

Carly looked from me to Ken and back uncomprehending.

"Here's the tab. I charged you her actual expense for each day I've been gone in the last 2 months. If it isn't accurate, feel free to dispute it, but I'll need proof."

"You can't do that!" Ken said. "I'm not paying."

"I understand you don't have that kind of cash on you. I know what's in your wallet. Tsk tsk, your wife seems to have you on a subsistence allowance. Anyway, I was surprised at how expensive she is myself. Tell you what, asshole..."

"Ken..."

"Tell you what, asshole. Carly handles all of our household finances, paying bills and what not. I assume your wife does the same." I looked over at Carly. "His wife's quite a looker, by the way. Has asshole shown you her picture? Wow." Carly blushed, then glared at both us.

So, anyway, Ken, I'll mail the invoice to your wife. She can handle it with your other bills." I flipped out an envelope already addressed to "Mrs. Jennifer Lathrop".

"That's blackmail, you bastard."

"No, that's business, and I've given you generous terms. 2/10 NET 30."

"You can't send this to my wife. Jesus!"

"Fine. I'll send it to whomever you want. Your accountant? There may be tax advantages for you, right?"

"You're fucking nuts."

"I assure you, I'm not. OK then, you have the invoice in hand. Pay early. Two percent on that bill is a chunk of change."

"You can't get away with blackmailing me. I'll fuck you over. I'll call the cops."

"Well, unlike my wife, I don't fuck for free. This isn't blackmail. It's strictly business. I'll provide details to anyone you choose, your wife, your accountant, the police, a judge. But only if you ask me too. Otherwise, it's confidential between you and me as any business transaction should be."

Ken stood up and was just about to tear the invoice up when I held up the envelope addressed to his wife. Ken crunched the invoice in his fist, then stormed out the front door, slamming it behind him.

Carly, her face streaked with tears, said, "You charged him? To...have sex with me?" 

"No, I charged him what you cost me on the days he had you. You fucked him for nothing. Absolutely nothing."

Twenty nine days later, I got a cashier's check in the mail from Ken for the full amount, less 2%. That cheap bastard took the discount even though he was over the 10 day discount period. But a deal's a deal. I cashed the check and never said a word to Ken's wife or anyone else. As far as I was concerned the matter between Ken and me was settled like any other business deal. Ken was a man-slut, but he paid his bill, honoring our implied contract. 

Carly was also a slut, but the main issue was her breaking her marriage contract. As a businessman, I couldn't stand for that without compensation of some kind. 

For me, money has only been useful because it gives me alternatives. That's what Ken's payment meant to me. I saw two obvious alternatives. Divorce Carly and use Ken's payment for my lawyer, or keep Carly and use Ken's payment toward that BRG Triumph Bonneville I've had my eye on. 

I grabbed my computer and opened up a spreadsheet...



Strictly Business Ch. 01



Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Sarah. I’m 36 years old and still single. I’ve never married, not even been engaged. I haven’t had a relationship with anyone since I graduated college fourteen years ago. I was born and raised in a small farming community in southern Iowa.  

I attended a small college in my home state graduating with a Bachelor’s Degree in Business. Even though I have a college degree, I’ve only been able to attain the level of executive secretary. My firm, based in Kansas City, works on business development and planning. I’ve got the knowledge and ability to do more for my company; I’ve never been given the opportunities. 

I dress stylish but very conservative. I don’t overdue my make-up and I get my hair done every Saturday morning at a local salon. I try to always look my best, especially at work. I’m a very introverted person, don’t have any real friends. Besides reading, work is my only real interest. I live in a fairly small apartment in an upscale complex not far from work. Let’s face it; I live a really boring, drab life! Don’t you agree?

My boss, a recent college graduate, is very pleasant and great to work with. He attended college on a baseball scholarship. He’s inexperienced in business to say the least but he has recognized my knowledge and skills. Mr. Robbins, Jack as he prefers to be called, has admitted his reliance on me. I prepare his daily schedule, reports, research and review with him the things he needs to accomplish. I don’t bring him his coffee, straighten his tie, feed him stupid compliments and a lot of the other silly little things some secretary’s have to do for their bosses.  

Mr. Robbins married his college sweetheart, a cheerleader type I‘m guessing. She’s visited the office a few times. She’s always been friendly and very nice towards me. A lot of executive’s wives feel their marriages could be threatened but some oversexed secretary. I’m sure Mrs. Robbins doesn’t feel that way about me. I think Mr. Robbins has related to her his reliance on me to help him achieve success with the firm.

“Sarah, would you make reservations for two rooms for next Wednesday through Friday in Denver?” Mr. Robbins asked me on morning. “And book a flight in business class also”

“Sure, but don’t you mean one room with two beds, not two rooms” I inquired.

Jack laughed, “No, Jennifer’s not going with me on this trip, I need you to go instead”. 

Most executives in our firm take their wives with them on business trips posing as their secretaries so they can write the whole thing off as business expenses. Jennifer, Mrs. Robbins, had made several trips with Jack in the past.

I was a little startled at the news. I’d never traveled on a business trip for our firm. The real secretaries were left piles of work to complete while their bosses were away. I bit my lower lip as I walked back to my desk to make the arrangements for the upcoming business trip. I’ll have to admit I was excited about getting to travel and attend a business meeting with other executives but also a little apprehensive. I don’t really know why, I just was.

The first part of the week was spent preparing for the business meeting in Denver. Mr. Robbins gave me as much detail about the meeting as he was aware of. I gathered data and research materials, downloading them onto both our laptops. I wanted Jack to be prepared for anything we might be asked.

“What’s your address, I’ll pick you up in the morning and drive us to the airport” Jack asked.

It never dawned on me that my boss didn’t have any idea where I lived. I gave him my address and directions. 

The night before our trip, I barely slept. My excitement over attending the meetings was just too hard to put out of my mind. The next morning I got dressed in one of my business suits, something I always felt comfortable in. Mr. Robbins was right on time. He knocked on the door to my apartment and I let him in. I started to pick up my suitcase but Jack insisted on carrying it for me. We walked out to his car, a new Corvette he’d recently purchased. It was gorgeous. Jack opened the door for me and I slid into the leather seats. He was such a gentleman! I’d never ridden in a Corvette so I thoroughly enjoyed the drive to the airport. Mr. Robbins seemed tense about this business meeting. I’m not sure if he was worried or just uncomfortable about meeting his superiors.

The flight from K.C. wasn’t very long. It didn’t seem like we were in the air for long at all. I was a little drowsy from the lack of sleep so I caught a brief catnap on the plane. The company had provided us with transportation to our hotel, where the meetings were going to take place. Again, Jack insisted on carrying my luggage. I carried his and my laptops.

We arrived at the hotel and got all checked in. Our luggage was delivered to our rooms; my room was directly across from Mr. Robbins. Jack mentioned we had time to freshen up before the first meeting. I asked Jack if he’d just knock on my hotel door when he was ready to go. About an hour later, Jack knocked on my door. I grabbed my laptop, Jack had his. We got on the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor. I noticed Jack take a long deep breath, his forehead slightly perspiring.

“Mr. Robbins, are you aright?” I asked. I was a little concerned about him. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well.

“I’m fine, just wish we weren’t going to these meetings is all” He replied. His voice had a sound of desperation in it.

We entered the large conference room; quite a few of the other executives and their “secretaries” were already in attendance. We picked out two chairs near the middle of the large table and sat down. Mr. Robbins didn’t know anyone in the room, I certainly didn’t either. More people came in and took seats around the table. There weren’t any empty chairs except for the one at the head of the table reserved for the CEO of our firm. He finally arrived, greeted everyone and made a short speech about our business future and where he wanted to see us headed. He asked a few questions and opened for suggestions. Everyone was asked to prepare a rough draft for a business plan for their respective regions. I noticed some of the regional executives roll their eyes at his request. I looked over at Mr. Robbins and noticed his hands sweating, resting in his lap. I was growing more concerned about him. The initial meeting finally adjourned and everyone was invited to a dinner buffet later that evening in the hotel. There would be a “happy hour” before the dinner and an open bar afterwards. 

While some of the executives stood around talking, Jack and I slipped out of the room heading back to our rooms.

“Good damn, I knew this was going to be bad” Jack stated. “What I mess I’ve gotten into!”

I couldn’t understand his statement so I inquired what he meant. He told me he didn’t have any idea how to put a business plan together, even a rough plan. I had to smile a little.

“Well, don’t worry. I can’t whip this project out in a few hours” I bragged. 

Jack looked at me. “You can! You’re kidding me, right,” He questioned.

“Nope” I replied. “We can start when we get back to our rooms”

Mr. Robbins gave a big sigh of relief. He smiled and put his right arm around me, squeezing me into him. 

“Thank God, you’re here with me. Thank God for that” He said.

The elevator arrived at our floor and we stepped off, proceeding down the long hallway towards our room. Jack said he wanted to call his wife; Jennifer and then he’d come over to my room so we could work on the business draft. About fifteen minutes later Mr. Robbins knocked on my door. I opened it and he came in carrying some cold soft drinks. He’d ordered them from room service. I had my laptop set up on the table in the room. Jack went back across the hall to retrieve his since I told him I need some information off it. 

We started with an outline, adding just a few details. As I worked on the project, I found myself teaching him some fundamentals of business planning. He listened intently as I threw out ideas and suggestions. He really didn’t offer much as far as suggestions or ideas. His inexperience was showing but I understood his situation. He’d just not had enough “hands on” experience. The outline went pretty quick. We then started on putting a “rough draft” together. Jack was getting excited seeing how much we were accomplishing. He began throwing out ideas and made some very good suggestions. My fingers started to cramp from all the typing. I suggested we take a short break to give my fingers a rest. He readily agreed. I got some aspirins from my handbag and took a couple, downing them with the soft drink. 

Mr. Robbins was standing out on the balcony that overlooked the pool below. I walked out and stood next to him. The fresh air felt good. We watched a young couple in the pool playing around. They were quite affectionate with each other. 

“Bet their newlyweds!” Jack quipped. “Jennifer and I used to act just like them”

I didn’t reply to his statement. I just sort of stared off at the horizon and tried not to look back at the couple in the pool. Jack put his arm around me again, pulling me close to him. This time he didn’t release me right away. I just kind of froze, not knowing what to do, hoping he’d ease his grip on me. 

“I’m so glad you came on this trip. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now”. He said with a big smile.

I blushed at his statement of appreciation. I’m not used to being given compliments on my work. We stood there for awhile then went back inside to work on the draft. We finished about three hours later, just in time to make the free buffet downstairs. We’d missed the “happy hour” but since I don’t drink it didn’t matter to me. 

Jack and I went down to the buffet. There were a lot of people there but the room didn’t seem crowded. We went through the long line of food, Jack insisting I go ahead of him. We sat at a table near the corner and ate. Jack had a voracious appetite, guess he felt like eating since he wasn’t as nervous as he had been earlier. When he finished, well before me, he talked about how much better he felt knowing we’d gotten the rough draft done. I was just as happy, for both of us I guess. Although I felt I’d done most of the work, I wanted to share our accomplishment. Jack deserved as much credit as I did. The CEO made an appearance at the dinner and strolled over towards us. I tried not to make eye contact but Jack was staring right at him. 

“Hello Jack, how’s things in K.C?” He asked.

“Fine, just fine” Jack replied. “I don’t think you know my secretary, Sarah”

He introduced me to the CEO and I nervously shook his hand. He asked what we thought of the meeting and his request for a rough draft on a regional business plan. Jack began to inform him of our progress but I nudged his leg with my foot and he stopped abruptly before saying too much. After the man proceeded over to another table, Jack asked me why I’d kicked him.

“Best not to let him think it was too easy or he’ll judge our work stricter than the others. We don’t want him to know how quick we put it together. Besides, I’m not finished, it still needs polishing before we present it”. I stated.

Jack smiled, nodding in agreement with my statement. He realized he’d almost given too much information to the top boss. I finished eating and we sat watching the others in the room for awhile. Since Mr. Robbins and I didn’t have much in common except for work we didn’t converse much. Jack suggested we check out the hotel bar and get a drink. I almost told him I never drank but I hesitated and agreed to accompany him. 

The hotel bar was fairly dark but not crowded. Jack’s arm at my waist guided me towards a table along the wall. The waitress came over and asked us what we’d like to have. I didn’t know what to order, I just looked at Jack to take the initiative. Jack asked if they had a very dry white wine. The waitress brought a wine menu and Jack picked out one, ordering a bottle. 

“I’m not much of a drinker,” I told him, not wanting to tell him I didn’t drink at all.

Jack just smiled and said he understood, he just wanted to celebrate a little. I was glad he was in a much better mood, not nervous like he’d been before the earlier in the day. The waitress brought the bottle of wine to the table and poured or initial glasses. I sipped it at first surprised at its taste. It was very dry; you almost had to lick your lips to get the full taste. Jack drank his a lot faster than me. He poured another glass for himself. He began talking about his marriage to Jennifer and asked me about my personal life. I didn’t say a whole lot since there wasn’t much to tell. I finished my glass of wine and excused myself to go to the ladies room. When I returned Mr. Robbins had poured me another glass of wine. Not realizing it, I was drinking it a little faster than I had the initial glass. The more I drank, the more relaxed I became. I thought to myself, I need to have some of this wine on hand at home so I could enjoy it more often. I got to talking about my college days, my old boyfriend, and my personal life. I knew better than to start talking about it but the wine was having a most relaxing effect on me. Jack listened intently, often interrupting to ask a personal question. I didn’t hesitate to answer his questions. We realized it was getting late and we should call it a night. We left the bar, the wine bottle empty and made our way towards the elevator back to our rooms.



Strictly Business Ch. 02



Jack and I rode the elevator up to our rooms. When it stopped suddenly at our floor it threw me a little off balance. Jack caught me before I stumbled. The effects of the wine made me a little light-headed. I didn’t realize I was just a little inebriated. I think being somewhat tired and wearing high heels had me less sure-footed too. Jack laughed and that got me laughing. I felt great and I think Jack did too.

We proceeded down the hallway and Jack walked me to my door. I took the plastic card from my handbag to insert it in the security slot but I dropped it on the floor. Jack retrieved it for me and slid it in the slot, the door clicked and swung open slightly. Jack pushed the door open, flipped the light switch and followed me in. I tossed my handbag on the chair by the table where we’d been working. The balcony doors were open and Jack walked out to get a breath of fresh air. I followed him out needing some air to cool me off. We both looked down at the pool to see if the couple we’d watched earlier in the day were still there. Naturally they weren’t but we looked anyway.

“Boy, does that pool looking inviting or what” Jack said.

“Bet the water’s cold now” I answered.

“Did you bring your bikini?” He asked.

“Nope, I don’t have a bikini” I replied laughingly.

We glanced around for awhile and then returned to the room. Jack closed the patio doors behind him and pulled the drapes across it. I turned on the television to get the latest news.

“You’re not sleepy either I take it.” He assumed.

“Thought I’d catch the latest business news and see how the stock market performed today,” I said.

Jack asked to use the bathroom and I pointed to it. I thought it a little strange he didn’t wait till he got over to his room across the hallway. I sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the channels. Jack came out of the bathroom and sat down next to me, his arms behind him to support himself. I found the news and put the remote down on the bed next to me. I felt a little awkward sitting on the bed with Jack right next to me. Jack got up, which made me feel a little easier. He took off his suit jacket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket. I’d never seen Jack smoke. I was a little surprised when he put it in his mouth and lit it.

“Would you care for one?” he offered.

I shook my head no. “I’ve never smoked,” He informed him.

Jack grabbed an ashtray off the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. The smoke from the cigarette drifted towards me. It didn’t bother me, I’d often thought about trying a cigarette to see if I like it. More out of curiosity than anything. We watched the business news and a brief commentary afterwards.

“I’ve got a really great idea,” Jack declared.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’d like to see you take off your clothes, see what you look like naked” He whispered.

I just froze; I couldn’t believe what he’d just said to me. At first I thought I misunderstood him, then I thought maybe I just daydreamed it.

“Well, what do you say? Maybe you’d like me to take your clothes off for you” He said.

“Jack, I think you’ve drank way too much. You can’t really mean what you just said.” My nervousness showing in my voice.

“Stand up.” Jack ordered.

I couldn’t get up off the bed. Jack reached down and took my hand pulling me up to him. He put one arm around my waist pulling me close. With his other hand he grabbed the back of my head holding it while he kissed me hard and passionately. My hands went to his shoulders to push him away but I didn’t exert any effort to break away from him. He kissed me long and hard, my mind was spinning. It had been years since I’d been kissed, let alone kissed so passionately. 

Jack finally broke off the kiss. “You can’t realize how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he stated.

I tried to say something but I kept stammering. 

“Jack, we can’t do this. You’re happily married and besides I’m a lot older than you,” I finally uttered. “This is so wrong”

I could sense Jack wasn’t listening to me. He untied his tie tossing it on the chair. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off. I just stood there not able to move. I wanted to run towards the door and get out into the hallway to safety. Jack kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. When he reached for his belt buckle I put my hands on his arms to stop him. 

“Mr. Robbins, please don’t,” I begged.

Jack just smiled coyly and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. When he reached down to take his pants off I looked away, closing my eyes. Jack tossed his clothes on the chair. He pulled me back into him and kissed me again. This time, his kiss was softer. I felt his lips working over mine, chewing my lower lip. I felt the heat in my body rise, I kept my eyes closed. Jack kissed me on the neck, sending shivers down my back. My body thrust into him. I could feel his hardness through the material of my skirt. I wanted to pull back but his kisses on my neck felt so good, awakening my body. 

I gasped, “Mr. Robbins, Jack”

I wanted to say stop but I wouldn’t utter the words aloud. Jack stepped back from me. I looked down at the bulge in his white briefs. It was huge. I was mesmerized at the size of it. Jack took my hand in his and placed it on hard cock. He rubbed my hand back and forth across it. I couldn’t get over the feel of it. 

“Sarah, it’s all for you. I’m harder than ever”. He affirmed.

Jack released my hand and I quickly put it back to my side. Jack stepped back and quickly stripped then down and off. His enormous cock jutted out in front of him. It looked as big as my lower arm. I gasped, almost fainting at the sight of it. I couldn’t believe anyone could have a cock that big. The veins protruding out along the sides leading up to a large blood engorged crown. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Jack pulled me to him taking my hand and guiding it to his manhood. His hands covered mine as I gripped his cock. I couldn’t get my fingers all the way around it. It pulsed in my hand. I could feel how hot it was. I just stood there holding it not able to move.

Jack slipped my jacket off and began unbuttoning my blouse. I looked down watching his skilled fingers undo each button. When he had it all unbuttoned, he pulled it from my skirt and slipped it off my shoulders. I was wearing a white lacy bra. Jack smiled a look of approval at my taste in lingerie. I released my hand from his hard cock. He kissed my bare shoulders and down my chest to the top of my breasts. His hands cupping my breasts, fondling them till I gasped.

Jack walked over and sat down on the bed. He motioned for me to stand in front of him. I stood in front of him frozen.

“Take off your skirt” he ordered.  My fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on my skirt. Jack patiently waited till I got it unzipped. I closed my eyes tight as I slipped my skirt down. When it was down around my ankles I stepped out of it. Jack reached down and picked it up. He tossed it to the chair where he’d put my blouse. I opened my eyes slowly looking down at him. I was standing in front of him wearing thigh high nylons and my white bra and panties. I felt the coolness of the air conditioner across my bare skin.

Jack still sitting on the edge of the bed, put his hands on my waist. He leaned in and kissed my panties pulling on them slightly with his teeth. His cock was still hard. 

Jack turned me around facing the large mirror on the dresser. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed me all over my back. His kisses tingled my skin. He was taking his time with me, wanting to warm me up slowly. His hands undid the fasteners on my bra. He slipped the straps from my shoulders and pulled the bra off my arms. I tried to cover my bare breasts with my hands but he held them to my side. My nipples sprang to life when the cool air wafted across them. My body tensed as one of his hands came up to cup a breast.

“Ohhhhhhh…” I sighed.

His large hand gently cupped then massaged my breast. I felt his hard cock brush against my panties and I reached down to touch it. My hand held it as Jack continued working one breast then the other. Jack’s fingers brushed across each nipple lifting them up and then side-to-side. I leaned back into his chest, not wanting him to stop. Jack’s kisses working around the back of my neck had me in another world. I forgot all about our age difference and the fact that he was married.

Jack’s hand slowly drifted down over my flat tummy towards my panties. His hand stopped just above the elastic gently massaging my stomach. His hand moved down over the outside of my panties and he rubbed my pussy through the material. I thought I was going to pass out from the stimulation. He slipped his hand farther down and between my legs. He forced me to move my legs farther apart. His hands feeling the wetness of my panties. I was breathing hard and rapid from his stimulation. I felt a hot flash take over my body and I quivered, having my first orgasm. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I’d never felt anything so wonderful in my life.



Strictly Business Ch. 02



Why did I think my so called marriage would work out? I had no right to feel that way. It was a business deal from the start, had I forgotten? I hadn't believed I would find what love was, much less let it invade my life like a conquering horde. God damn it, I had fallen so totally in love with Holly and then Marie, could I survive without them? I shook with fear, was Holly going to push me away? What about Ron? His wife had died of cancer a year ago. It sure sounds like they plan to be together now. Maybe, this was the plan all along. She might have been seeing him the whole time. I feel like such a fool. Why did this have to happen now? It would have been so much easier on everyone 5 years ago. Marie had grown up with me as her daddy. How could they try to explain it to a seven year old that she has a new daddy now, her real father? There is no way to explain in words my sense of loss and total frustration. It was my own fault all of it. I shouldn't have come up with this brainless plot. I shouldn't have agreed to be the fall guy. I was so sure I could walk at any time with a good feeling having helped my friends. 

I left the office in a daze, where would I go? What would I do? Other than some words at a quick Vegas wedding, Holly had made no promises to me that our wedding was anything more than a convenience. Did she ever care for me? She seemed to be happy with our life. All I had was questions, questions, and more questions, I didn't have answers. The worst was the truth scared me the most. I've heard stories of other men that had their wives leave them or had affairs with other men. Anger, a need for revenge, denial, and the loss of a beautiful loving relationship, was always the result. Strangely, I felt no anger or need for revenge, no true promises were broken. I surely felt the loss, but had there even been a relationship of love? All that was left was denial and it ate at me. After driving aimlessly for who know how long? I found myself parked in front of our house, would it be my home after today? 

No more questions, it's time for some answers. As an operative every thing depends on Intel and preparedness, it's time to find out the skinny.

How do you start gathering the dirt on the person you love more than anything in this world? I wanted to talk to Holly's parents about this, but there was no way to do that without telling them the truth. OK, that was out. So was talking to any of her friends, anyone of them would tell her what I was asking. This was going to require some thought and right now that was close to impossible.

I now had to face the family. This should be fun! I walked into the house and was met by the normal sounds and smells of our house, Holly was cooking dinner and Marie was doing her homework at the kitchen counter. Both greeted me with smiles and hellos. I answered both of them with a very short hello. Holly asked if everything was alright, I told her I just had a very bad day. I am the king of understatements.

Dinner was a strained affair, very little talking on anyone's part. Thank god it was soon over and I could start to figure out what I was going to do about this fucked up situation. 

The next day at work was just wrong. Nothing seemed real. I was confused and not totally in control. The best thing I could do was start gathering as much info as I could as quickly as I could. 

I decided to probe some of the staff, assistants always know more than anyone else does. The only thing of any use I found out was that Ron had been looking for a new house in another state. I prayed Holly wasn't planning to leave. If she left me and moved I might never see Marie again, or Holly for that matter. She may have gotten tired of having me around. Holly showed no signs of it, though. We had argued some, like the time I forgot the toilet seat. She'd been so mad at me for that she only put one piece of cheese on my favorite sandwich. I was so pissed that I hardly said a word to her for the whole last 5 minutes of the Super bowl game, that had been about the worst fight we had ever had!

My state of mind was not improving so I left work early. An idea came to me as I drove by the bank we used. If something were going to happen soon there would be action in our accounts. Two hours of careful examination led nowhere. If this continued much longer I would need psychiatric help. 

I arrived home close to the usual time. Holly and Marie weren't there, I panicked, and then I remembered being told that morning of a meeting they had to attend at Maries' school. This would give me a little time to search the house for any clues. After an hour or so, all that I had discovered was a new cocktail dress in Holly's closet. 

Man, I have really got to get a grip. The spying and indecision was driving my life, I hated it. Why not just ask her or Ron? Wouldn't that make more sense? But still I was afraid of the answer and my reaction to it. I was sure to say a lot of things in the heat of the moment that couldn't be taken back, things that would drive her away for sure. 

That night in bed, Holly held me close with my back to her. I don't ever remember sleeping with my back turned away. Was this a sign to her or me? Had we gotten to the point I was pushing her away unintentionally? 

No, this wasn't going to happen this way, I won't do it. I love her too much to hurt her in any way. I rolled and held her to me, the way I'd held her so many nights before. With her head on my chest and legs intertwined, I felt the only comfort I'd had in a couple of days, we slept peacefully. She had my heart, and it was hers to do with as she pleased. The days went by and turned to weeks. Nothing unusual happened. I hadn't lost the feeling of impending doom, but it wasn't on top all the time now. No matter how many times I tried, I still could bring myself to tell Holly my true feelings for her. If I didn't expose myself too much maybe I wouldn't be hurt. As if!

One night at home, I was reading to Marie before bed. Marie ended up telling me a story. Shit, why hadn't I thought of that? Information can come from the most unlikely sources. She told me all about Mommy's secret with Uncle Ron. I was speechless. This will be most interesting, how will it play out?

Part of Marie's story had to do with Ron's birthday party and going away. I made a note to pick him up something nice tomorrow, that should surprise him. 

At lunch time the next day, I went to a jewelry store near the office. Then a quick visit to our lawyer's office, I had everything I needed. Ron's 62nd birthday was Friday, and the party that night was a formal affair. Holly wore that beautiful new dress I had found in her closet a few weeks back. She looked like TWO million bucks, god, she was amazing. 

The party was held at a downtown hotel. We had arrived a little late, due to the heavy traffic. The shindig was in full swing as we were seated. Drinks were ordered and I danced with Holly. She held me close like she was afraid to let me go, we both knew something big was on the horizon. 

Dinner was served followed by more drinks and dancing. I watched Holly's face closely. Man, I had to give her credit, she didn't show what was going to happen. I felt pretty good considering the last three weeks in hell that I'd spent. It would all be over soon. And we could move on with our lives.

At about 11 o'clock Ron took the microphone.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am honored by you presence tonight and I thank you all for coming. This birthday I am celebrating with you here tonight, will be the last time some of you will see me."

The crowd murmured then quieted.

"The last 20 years have been very memorable. There have been good times and bad times, and they have all been memorable. I have met a lot of people along the way, some have become good friends. I feel now is the time for change in my life. I know that the company will thrive. Yeah, for all of you now wandering, you still have jobs. As you all know, my dear wife was lost to me last year. It has been very lonely for me. A few months ago a new woman entered my life. We feel that we should spend the rest of my time on this earth enjoying life. I would like you to meet her now." With that, he held out his arm toward my wife.

"Holly, if you please"

I looked at her in confusion, and she then rose and walked toward the stage, but she kept walking to a doorway behind Ron. In an instant Holly returned with another woman on her arm. She was very elegant and close to Ron's age. Holly walked her to Ron and stepped back a few steps.

"I would like you all to meet the new love of my life, Tosha."

Well, this was a part of Marie's story I hadn't heard.

"Tosha and I will be moving to Portland to be near her family." The guests applauded.

"And lastly, I would like you all to meet your new boss, Rob could you come up here please?" 

Holly ran to me and hugged me, and then Ron took my hand and said.

"I don't know where a man could find anyone better to run the company after I am gone. You have taught me many things, Rob. Your loyalty and friendship, I will treasure them always."

I shook his hand and presented him the gold pocket watch I had bought.

"Ron this is from my heart for all that you've given me."

He opened the box and looked at the watches engraving of the Navy SEAL trident and smiled.

"Open it up Ron."

Inside it said, simply "For Holly and Marie."

He looked at me curiously for a moment, and then I said.

"No, Ron it's spelled right."

The party drew to a close with a lot of congratulations and pats on the back. I had one thing left to do but not here. I needed Holly alone to talk to her. This would be the most serious discussion of my life.

The drive home was distracting. Holly chattered about all that had happened that night. I was quiet for the most part, thinking of the talk we would have when we got home and not being able to get a word in edgewise anyway.

At home in the kitchen I put on some coffee as Holly went to change. She joined me a few minutes later at the table, I had already poured the coffee. As she looked at me I spoke.

"Holly, we can't go on this way any more, I saw an attorney a few days ago..."

"Oh god no, Rob, why? I love you so much, have I done something to hurt you? Please don't do this to us." She was in tears. 

Inside, I was feeling pretty bad and at the same time I had a little smile in my soul. Not for hurting her but for what had gone on the last month. I took her left hand in mine and removed that small cheap gold band that we had bought in Las Vegas 8 years before.

"We can't go on living like this Holly. This marriage is over!"

She slumped in her chair sobbing, and I thought she had passed out for a moment. I then slid the new diamond ring on her finger, a ring worthy of her, and a token of my love for her. She looked into my eyes in confusion, still crying. 

"It's time for a new marriage a real marriage. Holly, would you marry me?"

"YES...YES... Rob, I have been waiting so long for you. I realized after our first night together that I wanted you forever. I just didn't know how to tell you."

"I love you Holly, with all my heart." Then it hit me, it was the first time I had said those words to her. "I'm so sorry it took me so long to figure out what love is." We were both in tears at this point. "I promise you Holly, if you will have me, no more holding back. Can we grow old together?" She attacked me and we fell to the floor embracing. 

I'm not going to explain the details of that night and most of the next day, because frankly I don't do well in front of an audience. Let's just say there was absolutely no holding back for either of us.

Latter in the day we collected Marie from the sitters. We went to dinner that evening and Holly asked me.

"Rob, I'm confused about something you said last night. You told me you had been to see an attorney. Can you explain that to me?" 

"Well Holly, I can but I will have to tell you after Marie has gone to bed."

In bed latter that night, Holly sat on my stomach preparing to tickle the shit right out of me.

"Now what is the story about Marie and the lawyers?"

"OK! Just don't tickle me any more and I'll tell you. I went to find out about adopting her. But you had already named me as her father on her birth certificate. So it turns out I won't have to do anything."

"Rob, I love you so."

"And I love you Holly, more than you'll ever know."

It felt so good to finally be able to tell her that. More than YOU will ever know. 



Strictly Business Ch. 03



Jack climbed back onto the bed, stretching out beside me. He leaned over me placing his lips on mine, kissing me softly and passionately. I put my hand on the back of his head pulling his lips into mine. I loved kissing; it had been so long since another man had put his lips to mine. Jack’s tongue slipped between my lips and swiped across mine. I let my mouth relax enough to permit his tongue to slip inside my mouth. He swiped it across my teeth then probed it deeper in my mouth. I loved what he was doing, not thinking about what we were doing was wrong. We kissed long and hard until we became breathless. 

Jack’s lips traveled down to my chin, then down my neck, kissing and flicking his tongue at me the whole time. I put my hands on his shoulders as he slowly worked his way down to my breasts. He cupped a breast in his powerful hand, massaged it then flicked his tongue at the nipple till it responded. I gasped when he took the nipple between his teeth. He rolled it between his teeth ever so gently. I arched my back when he tugged on it. Jack sucked on the nipple till it became tender. He then focused his attention to my other breast, doing the same with it. My hands on his shoulders, squeezing when I couldn’t stand it any longer. 

Jack’s tongue then traced down over my tummy stopping at my naval to flick his tongue all around it. I felt his large, powerful hand slip between my legs. I raised one leg slightly allowing him easier access to my pussy. He had taken over complete control of my body; I wanted it to be that way. His index finger slid down between the folds of my pussy, working slowly up and down. All I could do was moan, I was moaning continuously and uncontrollably. Jack’s hot breath was wafting on my pubic hair, his mouth just above my pussy. I was rotating my hips slightly as his finger probed just inside my opening. I watched through half opened eyes as he spread my legs and positioned himself between them, his cock still hard. He stroked it a few times.

I could only think of him impaling me with it. I started to tense up, not wanting to feel the pain. Jack put his hands along both sides of my pussy rubbing his thumbs up and down the folds. He spread my folds apart exposing my inner pinkness. 

“Hmmmmmm……. I’m going to enjoy this as much as you”. He said.

I looked up at him, his tongue moistening his lips. He was going to do something I’d never experienced. I tried to close my legs but his body between them wouldn’t prohibit his access to me. Jack placed his mouth on my pussy. I could feel his hot breath flowing inside me. He kissed my pussy all over. I cringed, trying to protest. I raised both legs, my feet flat on the bed as his tongue licked and struck at my pussy. It felt like a snake’s tongue flicking at me. Jack held my hips firmly down on the bed, my hips bucked against his mouth. He found my now swollen clitoris and put his lips to it, pressing it firmly with his lips. His tongue stabbed at it.

“UHHHHHHHH…….!!!” I screamed. “Ohhhhhhhhh………….!!!!

I had an orgasm that shook my entire body. I thought I was going to pass out for a second. I whimpered as my long orgasm slowly subsided. Jack didn’t stop working my clit. He kept sucking on it, nibbling it with his lips and teeth. He got me off a second then a third time. My eyes watering from the intensity of each orgasm. Jack’s tongue penetrated inside my pussy, it felt like he was fucking me with his tongue. Uncontrollably, I thrust my pelvis into his face. My hands on the back of his head pressing it hard. I felt warm fluid running down from my pussy. Jack finally ceased his oral attack on me. I was holding my breath, finally releasing it in one long exhale. Jack was out of breath, his face flushed. He reached down to the floor for the sheet from the bed, wiping his face with it. His eyes were barely open, still trying to catch his breath. I felt the warm fluid from my pussy still running down onto the sheets.

Jack had a serious look on his face. His hand was slowly stroking his hard cock. I watched as the head of it pulsated slightly, it’s color a deep purple. Jack released his cock and put his hands at my sides leaning over me. He kissed me hard, his lips grinding against mine. I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I flinched when it touched me. 

“Sarah, relax. Let me take control”. He said in a soothing voice.

I tried to relax my body but couldn’t. I tensed up as he guided the head of his cock into me. I gasped loudly. The look on Jack’s face concentrating on penetrating me. I felt the head of his cock slip between the lips of my pussy, then he slowly pushed into me farther. My hands on his arms squeezing. He worked his hips back and forth slowly, each forward motion plunging his hard cock deeper inside me. I raised my legs and spread them wide. Jack’s face broke into a big grin. He pulled his cock all the way out. It sprang upwards, it glistened with my juices. Jack looked down and guided it back to my pussy, pressing it in all the way. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling his balls slap against my butt. Jack put his arms underneath my legs, keeping them spread apart. He slowly and methodically fucked his cock into me. He worked it slowly; little sounds came from my pussy as his slick shaft worked me. He increased the tempo of his stroking into me. He was making little grunting sounds as he took long deep strokes into me. I opened my eyes just long enough to see his cock pulling out and then slamming back inside me. Jack fucked me hard and fast, then he’d slow the pace down to short, easy motions. I came in a matter of minutes; one big orgasm almost knocked me out. I begged him to fuck me harder. His body rocketing his cock into me, his pelvis slamming into me. I came again as I felt Jack’s body convulse. He exploded a huge load of cum inside. I felt it fill me. He withdrew his hard cock about halfway, then he plunged back into me shooting another load. His mouth was wide open.

“AHHHHHHH…….! He moaned loudly. His body convulsing. 

My legs muscles were tense and aching from being spread so long. Jack pulled his still hard cock out of me, it was covered in our cum. I was able to get my legs back down on the bed, Jack still between them. He was reclining on his heels, not saying anything, just staring at the wall behind me. Neither one of us moved for at least five minutes. I watched as Jack’s cock started to lose its erectness. 

“Jack, are you alright” I asked.

Jack just nodded his head, not answering me verbally. Our breathing had returned to almost normal. His hand smoothed his hair back and a smile returned to his face. He looked down between my legs, cum was flowing out of me forming a pool on the sheets. I managed to get my legs from around him and headed for the bathroom. I had to pee so bad. I felt his warm cum flushing from me as I peed. I jumped in the shower real quick and turned it on, letting the warm water flow all over me. I grabbed a washcloth, soaped it up and washed myself. I was sticky front and back. Jack pulled the shower curtain back and got in the tub with me. He washed himself off; his flaccid cock still a good size. We washed each other’s back and Jack washed my breasts. He kissed me softly, our lips just resting on each other’s. 

We stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves. Walking back into the room, we both noticed how much of a mess we’d made. Bedding piled on the floor, the sheet on the bed with its large wet area. We looked at each other smiling, almost grinning.

“Well, you’re not going to get much sleep on that sheet,” he stated. “Why don’t you come over and we’ll sleep in my room?”

I didn’t give it a second thought, I put on a robe, courtesy of the hotel and we walked towards the door. Jack just slipped on his briefs and grabbed his door security card. I slipped my card in the pocket of the robe. Jack opened the door and peered down both ends of the hallway. It was empty so we walked across to his door. He opened the door and turned on the light. We were both thirsty so Jack called down to room service for some soft drinks. It was just a matter of minutes before they were delivered. I stepped into the bathroom out of sight so the room service girl wouldn’t notice Jack wasn’t alone. We drank the soft drinks down trying hard to quench our thirsts. Refreshed and tired, Jack turned the room lights off. I walked over to the bed letting the robe slip off my shoulders and down onto the floor. Pulling the covers back we both slipped onto the warm sheets. Jack lay on his back, his left arm stretched out motioning for me to lie beside him. I moved right up against him and he held me in his strong arms. My left hand on his chest, noticing he had just a little hair on it. The warmth of Jack’s body causing me to drift off to sleep almost immediately. I slept through the night, never wakening till morning. 



Strictly Business Ch. 04



The sunlight coming through the windows splashed across my face awakening me. Jack’s strong arm was still around me, holding me close. He was snoring very lightly, just barely audible. I slipped out of his embrace and picked up the robe off the floor. Slipping it on, I checked to make sure the door security card was still in the pocket. I opened the door slowly and peered down the hall. Just a cleaning maid’s cart was all that I saw. I ran across the hall to my door quickly opening the door with the card. Once inside I headed for the shower. Passing by the bathroom mirror, I noticed my hair was a real mess even though it’s fairly short.

The hot shower felt soothing against my skin. I soaped up and let the warm spray from the shower rinse me off thoroughly. Washing my pussy, I realized I was still a little tender down there from the workout Jack had given me. I smiled, remembering many of the things that had happened just hours before.

The shower really woke me up. I put on my make-up and got my hair back in place, double-checking to see how I looked. I picked out another business suit for the day’s activities. There was a meeting with the CEO scheduled for mid-morning and we were supposed to have our rough drafts for our business plan ready for initial presentation in the afternoon. I figured I better call Jack’s room and get him up. Before I could reach the phone, a knock sounded at the door. I checked through the peephole and saw a bellboy with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Opening the door, the bellboy presented me with the flowers and turned back down the hallway. It was a dozen roses, white roses, my favorite. There was a card; it just read “Unforgettable.” There wasn’t any signature but I knew all to well who they were from.

I turned on the TV to get the latest news, especially the business new. The stock market had just opened, so real significant news from there yet. Jack knocked on my door about thirty minutes later. He had a fresh suit on, he looked great, and he was smiling. I smiled back at him as I let him into my room. I’d picked up the sheets and comforter from the floor and piled them back on the bed, covering the stain. Jack looked at the bed, then at me. 

“Wonder what the maid’s going to think” he quipped.

“She’ll probably think I just got lucky last night” I smarted back at him.

Jack put his arms around me and gave me a soft, passionate kiss. His strong hands massaged my back. I broke off the kiss before things got too heated. 

“Thank you for the flowers, white roses are my favorite.” I said.

Jack looked at them and smiled fingering one of the stems. It appeared he was going to say something but he remained silent. We decided to go downstairs to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. It was a buffet style breakfast, everything you could imagine. I just wanted some toast and coffee, lots of coffee. Jack acted like he’d never seen food before, trying a little bit of everything, his plate piled high. 

“Boy, you must really be hunger.” I stated.

“I’m famished, need to regain my strength from last night.” He replied.

His statement made me blush. I quickly glanced around hoping no one close by heard his remark. We didn’t talk about much during breakfast. There was a lot of traffic in the street outside the window, I just watched people driving by. Jack lit a cigarette when he’d finished eating, offering me one. I just shook my head no. 

We walked around the lobby looking at displays of the Rocky Mountains and tourist information about Denver. Just killing time till our mid-morning meeting. The meeting time finally rolled around, Jack and I walked down the hallway towards the conference room. The CEO was already seated in his chair at the head of the table. A woman, I assumed was his wife was sitting to his left. His secretary, who had accompanied him yesterday, was sitting to his right. Everyone hurried to find their seats. Jack and I sat about mid-table, not too close, not too far. The CEO gave another short speech and passed out a schedule, which had the times, each team was to make their presentation. The team presentations were going to be given in front of the entire group. I noticed some of the teams making some low groaning sounds at the news. Jack pulled on his shirt collar, like his tie was too tight. I could see he was uncomfortable. The CEO gave some closing remarks and we were excused.

Jack and I walked out into the hallway heading towards the elevators. Jack didn’t say anything, just sort of walked like he was in a trance. We got on one of the elevators, just the two of us.

“Jack, are you alright?” I asked him.

“I’m OK.” He paused. “I’m not a public speaker, I freeze up, can’t seem to talk straight when I’m up in front of a group of people. I barely passed my public speaking classes in college”.

“OK.” I said. “We’ll think of a way around this problem. We’re good to go with our rough draft. Actually it’s good enough for a final draft. We’ve got our butts covered.

My statement brought a smile to Jack’s face. I think it made him feel a bit easier. We went back to my room; the maid had been in and cleaned everything up. Jack took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the bed. We spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon working on our speeches and presentation. 1:00pm started approaching on the clock; we headed back downstairs with our laptops and presentations. The CEO was walking around the room, shaking hands with everyone, smiling. Typical PR crap I called it. I pushed Jack towards a couple of chairs near the center of the table. We sat down and waited for the presentations to commence. Each team was given twenty minutes to review their business plan. At the end of the review, people were allowed to question the review. “Damn, this is going to be hell” I thought to myself. I tried to relax, noticing Jack was rubbing his hands, he was getting nervous again.

The presentations proceeded right along; some were short, less than ten minutes. Hardly anyone asked many questions. Jack and I certainly didn’t put any of the other teams on the spot. The CEO didn’t appear like he was really impressed with any of the presentations. He did ask some questions that a couple of the teams didn’t answer to his liking. I kept licking my lips, just a nervous tick I’ve always had. 

Finally it was our turn, Jack and I walked up to the front of the room. I noticed some of the teams weren’t actually paying much attention, not even looking up at us. I passed out printed materials on our rough draft. I made sure the CEO’s wife got a copy. She might not have been his wife, maybe some female corporate executive I wasn’t aware of in the company. Jack read off our business plan. He paused at the end of each line, something I’d prompted him to do. He was doing great. I wanted to smile at him to let him know that but with everyone watching us, someone might get to thinking other ideas. When Jack paused at the end of page one, I took over, pointing out the pros and cons, the upside and the downside of our plan. I felt they were the more important factors of our business plan. When I concluded page two, I looked at Jack and he took over. His voice seemed to flow; he didn’t stumble or lag with the presentation. We took turns at the end of each page, letting the other person take over. Our presentation lasted eighteen minutes. By the end of our presentation, almost everyone in the room was paying attention. I asked if there were any questions, no one raised their hand. “Oh God, Thank You” I thought. Not so lucky. The CEO asked a question on initial financing and I replied not thinking that the question was probably directed at Jack  My answer seemed to satisfy his inquiry. He asked another question on the contract negotiations. I looked at Jack, he looked at me. I bit my lip, wanting Jack to say something. Even something dumb sounded better than nothing. Jack skirted around the question, not having a firm answer. McClane asked yet another question. I answered it this time. Not wanting Jack to look for something to come up with. We seemed to be in control during the question and answer period, almost like volleying back and forth in a game of tennis. 

We made our way back to our seats; it felt so good to have the presentation over with. The next team began their presentation. I watched them for awhile and my eyes drifted back up the table towards the CEO, Taylor McClane. He was looking right at me, not really paying attention to the presentation. I felt uncomfortable but I made eye contact with him, not letting him stare me down. The afternoon wore on; my butt was getting tired even though the chairs were comfortable. Everyone seemed to be squirming in their chairs. Taylor McClane didn’t call for a break. I think everyone wanted to stretch their legs. Finally the last presentation concluded, it was really boring. McClane rose from his chair and thanked everyone for their efforts, but it didn’t sound like he really meant it. He asked everyone to attend the last meeting scheduled for 11:00am the next morning, which was Friday. I pushed my laptop computer over towards Jack’s. 

“Take this will you. I’ve got to use the ladies restroom,” I said.

Jack nodded his head. As I got up from my chair I noticed the CEO looking at me again. The one lady had her arm around his; she had to be his wife. At least I’d guessed that right.

When I came out of the ladies restroom I noticed Jack talking with a few guys and one girl who‘d been in our meeting. Jack excused himself and broke from them as soon as he saw me. He was smiling, a big look of relief on his face. 

“I need a drink, a big drink,” He stated.

“Not here, not in the hotel” I replied.

“Why, why not” He inquired. “What’s wrong with the bar here?”

I motioned towards the main entrance. We walked outside and I glanced down the street for another hotel. Didn’t see another hotel but there was a little bar down and across the other side of the street.

“There, let’s go over there” I said motioning towards the bar.

We hurried across the street and walked towards the bar I’d spotted. I told Jack that it would be best if we weren’t seen in the hotel bar that early in the afternoon. For one thing, people might suspect something’s going on between us, that wouldn’t be good for either one of us. Second, someone might think we’re reliant on alcohol to calm our nerves. They’d be right, but no sense in flaunting it in public.

“Who cares what people think.” Jack remarked.

“You can bet Taylor McClane cares. He was staring right at both of us through most of the presentations.” I declared.

“He was? Geez, I didn’t notice. I tried not looking in his direction.” Jack replied.

We entered the bar; it was well lit and not crowded at all, maybe six or seven other patrons. Jack pointed to a table in the corner. Jack went up to the bar to get us drinks. I asked him to get me something stiff, Scotch or Bourbon. I’d never tasted either so I wouldn’t know the difference. Jack lit up a cigarette, noticing me watching him. He gestured it towards me and I took it from his fingers. I took a long, hard drag on the cigarette. I sipped the bourbon, it tasted a little like medication but it seemed to help me relax. Jack finished his in a matter of minutes, going back to the bar to get another. He brought me another Scotch.

We sat in the bar for awhile and then decided to head back to our hotel. Our evening was free, no meetings, no conferences. Back at the hotel, I opened the door to my room using the security card. Jack followed me in. We put our laptops and folders on the table. We both stood there looking at the items, thankful it was over. We’d seemed to have done pretty well, definitely a lot better than some of the other teams. 

Jack and I were both tired, more from stress than anything. 

“I think I’m going to take a short nap.” I stated. “Think those drinks really relaxed me”

Jack smiled at me and said he was going over to his room to call Jennifer and see if she was OK. I handed Jack my room security card. It seemed normal, not so intentional. He held it in his hand rubbing his fingers back and forth across it. 

“You want me to come back over after I call Jen?” He asked.

I nodded my head as I slipped my jacket off and sat down on the edge of the bed. I took off my clothes and put on a shorty-nightie. Pulling the covers down off the bed I slipped onto the cool sheets. I must have been almost asleep when Jack came back over. I was lying on my side when I felt him slip in next to me. He put his arm around me pulling my body to his. His hand cupped one of my breasts; I put my hand over his. We drifted off to sleep, not waking for several hours.

It was almost 8:00pm when we woke up. I suggested we get dressed and go to dinner. We ate in the hotel restaurant. We had a good meal; both of us feeling more like eating now that our presentation was over. Just one more meeting in the morning and then we’d be heading back to K.C. and home.

Jack and I sat in the restaurant after eating, both of us smoking. I was getting the habit. Seems like I was picking up a lot of bad habits on this business trip I thought. We decided to call it a night and adjourn to our rooms. During the elevator ride up Jack asked me if I wanted to stay the night in his room. He didn’t have to ask twice.

Once in Jack’s room we started kissing almost immediately. Our kisses were long, soft and very passionate. Jack’s hands were on my butt, massaging gently. I untied Jack’s tie slipping if from his neck. He seemed to appreciate the fact that I’d done something so menial for him. I slipped out of most of my clothes tossing them on the table in his room. I kept my bra and panties on as I slipped onto the bed. Jack was wearing his briefs, black and white striped ones.

“Prison briefs!” I kidded him laughingly.

He laughed at my remark, maybe a little embarrassed. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and quickly slid them down and off, tossing them at me. I caught them and dropped them over the side of the bed. Jack’s cock was already hard. He stood across the bed from me sort of in a pose, letting me gaze at his hot body. He’d kept himself in shape, very muscular legs and arms, broad shoulders, flat stomach. His butt was great too!

Jack got on the bed beside me his cock poking my hips. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, taking it off slowly. We kissed, our lips locked to each other. My hands on his shoulders were pulling him to me. My tongue licked his lips from side to side trying to penetrate his mouth. He was clenching his teeth, teasing me, making me work to get my tongue into his mouth. He stopped clenching his teeth and I slithered my tongue as far inside his mouth as I could. His tongue fought back at it, dueling with it. We explored each other’s mouth.

Jack’s hand cupped my breasts, squeezing and massaging them. My nipples sprang erect when his palms passed over them. He looked down at my nipples, tweaking one then the other. I moaned as he toyed with them. He put his mouth on one capturing it with his lips, flicking his tongue over it. I put my hand on the back of is head as he gently suckled each nipple. It sent electrifying sensations through my whole body. My nipples were still slightly sore from the previous evening.

“Have you ever sucked a guy off?” Jack questioned me.

I shook my head no. “I’ve never done that.” I felt like such a prude. 

“I’d like to suck you off though” I quickly added.

Jack lay over on his back. I took his hard cock in my hand, holding it near its base. I laid across his body and slowly moved my mouth towards the mushroom shaped head. I kissed it and slipped it into my mouth. I could feel the warmth of his cock and a slight pulsating. I licked the head of his cock while I had it in my mouth. I took my mouth off of it and began licking all over it. I licked down the hard shaft all the way to my hand then licked back up the other side. I licked all over his cock till I had it covered in my saliva. 

Jack spread his legs and I gently cupped his large balls. I massaged them feeling his body respond to my hands. I played with them as I put my lips back over his cock and slowly slid down on it as far as I could. His cock felt good as it filled my mouth. I pressed my lips tight around his hard cock and pulled back up the shaft, feeling the ridge of the head as it grated against my teeth. I moved my lips back down on his hard cock and built a steady rhythm. Jack squirmed on the bed as I moved my lips up and down his magnificent cock. Jack put his hand at my waist then down over my butt, massaging it. I loved it when he massaged me with his strong hands.

“Sarah, pump it while you suck on it.” He muttered.

I started stroking his cock, keeping it slick with my saliva. My mouth traveling up and down his long shaft, my hands working what I couldn’t get between my lips. Jack was groaning and his body was moving beneath mine. I stroked my hand up and down his cock harder and faster while my lips bobbed up and down and licked his cock head. Jack was squeezing my butt hard, I sensed he wasn’t going to hold off much longer. My hand was pounding his hard dick. He lifted his hips up off the bed, grabbing my head, forcing it down on his cock. He exploded in my mouth. Cum shot down my throat before I got to taste it. He held my head on his cock as he shot a second load. It filled my mouth, tasting bitter. I was gasping for breath. Jack released his grasp and I was able to get his cock out of my mouth. Cum was oozing from his cock running down the still hard shaft. I took a deep breath and began licking the cum as it made its way down his cock. I held his cock till he quit pumping out his cum. I licked every drop of his fluid. 

Jack lay stretched out on the bed, not saying anything, just smiling. My hands were sticky from my saliva and Jack’s cum. My mouth still tasting bitter. I felt proud that I’d gotten him off, my very first blowjob. I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I brought a warm, wet washcloth back to the bed, washing Jack’s cock, his upper legs and stomach. He seemed a little surprised at my taking care of his needs.

“Well, how was it?” I asked.

“Unforgettable” Jack replied grinning. “You’ll get better as we go along”

Jack’s remark stung me. I sensed myself being alerted that he was expecting our sexual adventures to continue after we got back to K.C. 

“Jack…….maybe we need to talk a little bit………about us, I mean.” 

“What’s the matter?” Jack inquired. “Don’t you want us to continue?”

I tried to explain to Jack that office romances, let alone affairs, almost always ended up in disaster. I wasn’t going to jeopardize my job nor his. I reminded him that he was happily married to Jennifer and I’d feel terrible if I ever came between them. Jack stroked my legs while I tried to get him to understand the situation. He didn’t want to listen but I had to convince him this evening was going to be our last intimate time together.

“OK, if that’s what you want. It’s not what I want,” He said reluctantly. “I love sex with you, more than with Jennifer!”

I needed something to drink, just a soft drink or something. Jack slipped on his clothes and headed to the vending machine area at the end of the hallway. He brought back several cans of cola and a small bucket of ice. I poured us the refreshments while Jack got undressed. We sat on the bed, drinking and sharing a cigarette. The phone rang, startling us both. Jack picked up the phone; it was his wife, Jennifer. I tensed as they began their conversation. I felt a little bit guilty being almost naked with him on the bed. At the same time, I felt a little bit naughty, it was a good feeling! I didn’t move, afraid I’d make a noise and it would be heard over the phone. Jack and his wife chatted for a few minutes and then said their “good-byes”. 




Strictly Business Ch. 04



Jack apologized for the interuption. I just smiled at him and told him it was alright. I just didn’t want Jennifer to ever find out we’d spent intimate time together. 

We finished our drinks and I refilled them. Jack stood behind me, just wearing his briefs. He kissed the back of my neck; he knew all the right spots that sent tingles through my body. I felt his hard cock press into my butt through the material of my panties.

“If this is going to be our last time together, let’s make it memorable.” He whispered.

Jack suggested I stretch out on the bed on my tummy while he gave me a massage. His suggestion sounded great to me. I stretched out and Jack retrieved a bottle of baby oil from his luggage. He squirted a little on my back and began rubbing it in with his strong hands. He had me moaning right away. His hands working my shoulders and then down back back to the base of my spine. My arms were at my sides; he made sure to massage the oil into them too. I was becoming totally relaxed under his touch. I felt I could drift off to sleep at any minute.

Jack ordered me to raise my hips up off the bed so he could strip my bikini panties off. He pulled them down my legs, tossing them to the nightstand. Jack’s strong hands worked up and down the back of my legs. My whole body was relaxed. All I could do was moan and whimper while he worked the baby oil into me. Jack spread my legs slightly and I felt one of his large hands slip down between them going straight for my pussy. I was still tender from the previous night’s fucking. The oil felt good as he spread it over the folds of my pussy. He slipped his middle finger into me. I jumped just a little as he slowly stroked his finger in and out. The sensations were wakening my desires. I wiggled my hips as he continued finger me. He was teasing my little clitoris to life. Jack took the little bud between two oily fingers teasing it. I was moaning louder the longer he teased it. Jack probed my pussy with two fingers spreading me pussy farther apart. He increased the tempo bringing me to a small orgasm.

“Jack, Jack……Oh….!” I moaned. My pussy muscles clenched on his fingers.   Jack kept fucking me with his two fingers till he got me off again. My body collapsed, my strength completely zapped. Jack got up off the bed, I looked towards him. He was removing his briefs, his cock rock hard. I knew he was going to fuck me one last time. He had a stern look on his face, it worried me a little. 

Jack picked up the bottle of baby oil and squirted it along the shaft of his huge cock. He stroked the lubricant down the sides and underneath. I started to roll over but he motioned for me to lie back on my tummy. Jack positioned himself between my legs spreading them. I lifted up on all fours. Jack pushed my back down till my shoulders were against the pillow. My ass was up in the air, waiting to be impaled on his huge cock.

Jack guided the bulbous head to my pussy and pushed in. I gasped, feeling the lips of my pussy welcoming it. He slid his entire cock into me with one slow stroke. It felt wonderful having him take me this way. His hands gripped my waist as he began his slow fucking strokes. Long, slow strokes, the lubricant aiding his motions. I wiggled my hips as he plunged into me, holding still when he’d pull back. We fucked the way, long and slow. My lips were trembling as I felt myself having an orgasm. I cried out when he brought me over the edge, my body shaking. Jack increased his fucking motions into me, almost violently fucking me. I pushed back into his pelvis when he plunged the entire length inside me. He was moving his hips side to side, which caused the head of his cock to literally swab my pussy. I was constantly moaning. My head was jerking as he fucked me hard.

“Fuck me harder…harder………harder!” I screamed.

Jack did just that. His pelvis slamming against my butt, making loud smacking sounds. I was having a long slow orgasm. I held my breath during the orgasm. When it subsided, I took a long breath, Jack’s cock still pounding into me. Jack got me off one more time before he spewed his hot load into me. Two huge loads exploded into me. He kept fucking me till his cock lost its erection. I slid down to the sheets, my breathing coming in short gasps. Jack collapsed on top of me pinning me to the bed. We lay there for some time before Jack got up and headed for the bathroom. I just laid there, my arms not able to push my body over onto my back. 

Jack returned a few minutes later. I finally regained enough strength to slide off the bed and head for the bathroom. Jack’s cum running down my legs. After peeing, I washed my pussy and legs off. Although I felt good, I was a little down knowing that this was the last time Jack and I would ever have sex together. We’d made the most of our business trip; I’d always have the memories.

Jack poured the rest of our soft drinks into the glasses filled with ice. My throat was dry; I sucked an ice cube to help cool it down. Jack lit up two cigarettes, handing me one. We smoked in silence. I sensed Jack was having the same thoughts as me. Our sexual adventures were over.

“Do you want to sleep here or go back over to your room?” He asked.

“Let’s just sleep here.” I answered. “You can have the wet spot” I kidded him.

My remark didn’t bring the smile to his face I thought it would. He seemed dismayed. I stretched out on the bed lying on my side. Jack cuddled up beside me pulling the comforter over us. He put his arm around me, holding me tight. My eyes started to tear, my emotions getting the better of me. I was starting to have deep feelings for Jack and it wasn’t just because of the great sex.



Strictly Business Ch. 05



I didn’t sleep much, although Jack’s body pressed tightly against me, did comfort me. I must have finally dosed off early in the morning. When I woke, Jack was in the bathroom, shaving. I managed to sit up on the bed and light a cigarette. I was really getting the smoking habit even though I knew it wasn’t healthy for me.

The phone rang on the nightstand across the other side of the bed. I started to answer it but caught myself remembering this wasn’t my room, it was Jack’s. 

“Would you answer that Sarah?” Jack asked.

“It might be your wife Jack,” I answered.

Jack had forgotten the fact that the call had to be for him, it was placed to his room. There’s no way I should answer. Jack hurried to the phone and answered. It was the front desk with a message for him. Jack listened intently and repeated the message back to the desk clerk. He was to meet with Taylor McClane in his suite on the top floor at 9:30 this morning. He seemed a little shocked but he smiled. He repeated the message to me. He then told me the clerk said they were trying to reach me too with the same message but I wasn’t answering my phone. We were both dumbfounded. 

My mind spinning trying to think of what was going to happen, what had gone wrong with our presentation? The only thing I could come up with that made real sense was that Jack and I had been discovered, our sexual relationship uncovered. Jack smirked dismissing the idea.

“No way, no way anyone’s found out,” He stated.

I hurried across the hallway to my room. Jumped in the shower, did my make-up and fixed my hair. I put on a beige business suit, the skirt a little shorter than normal, with a powder blue blouse underneath. I checked myself in the mirror, seeing if I’d missed any details. I looked ready for the meeting, hoping the news wasn’t going to be bad. Jack knocked on the door to my room. I opened the door so he could enter. He was nervous, his face pale. We both stood there for a minute not saying anything. I took a deep breath and said we should go on up and see what the CEO wanted to talk to us about. We headed down the hallway towards the elevators. Jack and I both had trouble walking, feeling like we had lead in our shoes.

We rode the elevator up to the top floor of the hotel and proceeded down the hallway to the CEO’s suite. We arrived about ten minutes early. Jack knocked on the door. I took a step back so Jack would be the first one to enter the room; after all he was my boss. We had to make it look appropriate. Mrs. McClane opened the door and greeted us, motioning for us to come in. Jack entered first, me right behind him. Taylor McClane was standing in the center of the large livingroom area. He smiled as he extended his hand to shake Jack’s then mine. I knew both Jack’s and my hands were perspiring. McClane noticed it too. He didn’t really react; figured most of the people he’s shaken hands with had sweaty palms.  

Mr. McClane introduced us to his wife, his secretary and to two other gentlemen. The men’s names I recognized associated with the Director of Corporate Personnel and an assistant vice president. The news we were going to be given wasn’t going to be good. I just had a bad feeling. There was a small conference table at one end of the room and McClane pointed us towards it. Jack and I sat next to each other. Mrs. McClane didn’t join us, heading towards the kitchenette instead. 

“Will you two relax for Christ’s sake!” McClane stated smiling at us.

Jack took a deep breath; I think I was still holding mine. Taylor pushed two huge folders at us. The two of us sat there looking at the folders but not opening them. Taylor leaned back in his chair and told us what the folders contained. Documents, records, data and other informational material on the Phoenix operation. It was not performing up to corporate standards let alone McClane’s standards. He always demanded the best performance possible accepting no excuses. I was beginning to breathe a little easier, we hadn’t been fired. Jack and I hadn’t been found out. Mrs. McClane came over to the table with fresh coffee. My throat was dry and the coffee was just what I needed. Well, that and a cigarette but I didn’t dare light up a cigarette. I sipped my coffee being careful not to gulp in down. Jack gulped, almost choking.

“I was so damned impressed with your business plan at yesterday’s presentation, I almost applauded when you finished”. McClane stated. “You did a hell of a job.” 

I pursed my lips to keep from breaking into too big a smile. Knowing Jack was at a loss for words, I figured I’d better say something

“Thank you sir. Mr. Robbins and I did our best in the time we had to prep. It still needs a lot of polishing” I said.

“Well, we know who actually made the presentation happen. Jack, I don’t want you to take this personally but I’m sure you’ll agree with me. Sarah was the one behind your presentation and the excellent work that you’ve been doing back in K.C.” McClane boldly stated.

Jack looked right at the CEO and nodded in agreement with his statement. 

“Yes, I don’t know what I would do without her” He chided. He put his hand on my lower arm and shook it. McClane noticed his actions.

“Well, Sarah. I’m not going to let your past work for us go unrewarded. I’ve been talking to a lot of people about you. We feel you’re definitely ready and certainly capable of holding a much higher position than Jack’s secretary”. He stated. “I want you to take over the Phoenix operation if you’re willing to accept the job. Of course, you’ll have to relocate. It’s a big decision, I know. I’d really like to have your decision right now”.

“I’d be more than happy to accept your offer”. I managed to say, not sure if I’d said it loud enough for him to hear me. 

“Good, that’s what we all wanted to hear. The director of personnel shoved another large folder across to me. I placed it on top of the other folder.

“Sarah, that folder contains some confidential document for your eyes only. I trust you can handle it.” McClane stated. “By the way, there’s a bonus check in there for you. Something you deserve. Naturally, your salary and other compensations will be adjusted in line with other executives of your stature.”

I felt light headed; all I could do was manage to nod my head up and down.

“And now for Jack”. McClane began his dissertation. He offered Jack a transfer to the Phoenix office, but now he’d be working directly for me instead of me working for him. He mentioned a slight increase in salary but didn’t an exact amount. I didn’t look at Jack; I couldn’t move anything let alone my head. I couldn’t tell if Jack was upset, dejected, mad or happy. 

Mrs. McClane poured everyone more coffee. I could barely pick mine up, my hand trembling. McClane’s wife came over to see if I was alright. I managed to get the coffee to my lips and sip it. I was calming down, the shock of the promotion subsiding.

“Well, it’s almost time for this last meeting.” McClane’s voice breaking the silence. “You two don’t need to attend. What I’ve got to say to the rest of this bunch isn’t going to be very pleasant. By the way, don’t speak about this organizational change till Monday. There’ll be an official posting corporate wide early Monday morning. I haven’t flown down to Phoenix yet to do some much overdue “housecleaning”. Our group is flying down right after I conclude this meeting. There’ll be a lot of empty offices there when you take over”.

Housecleaning was another term for firing people. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for those people who were going to lose their jobs. McClane looked at me and asked if I had any questions. I told him I’m sure I did but I’d wait till another time to go over everything at once. It was my way of saying, “my brain just farted and I can’t think straight.” The CEO nodded, accepting my answer.

“Well, that’s all I’ve got” McClane stated. “I need to get this meeting over with so we can fly down to Phoenix. I’d like to be back in Frisco by late evening”.

Taylor McClane and his entourage proceed towards the door of the suite. Jack and I got up from our chairs. Jack helped me carrying the folders. McClane’s secretary came over to me, offering her congratulations. Mrs. McClane put her arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. 

“You go girl”. She said laughingly. “You’ll do fine, I know you will. Taylor’s got a lot of confidence in you”.

I laughed at her Oprah impression and thanked her for everything especially her expression of confidence. Jack stood by the door leading to the hallway. He was smiling, happy for me and himself. We walked down the long hallway towards the elevator. My legs were stiff making it a little difficult to keep up with Jack’s stride. 

On the elevator ride down to our rooms, Jack mentioned celebrating. I knew where that could lead. I suggested we pack our luggage, check out of the hotel and go on out to the airport. We could get a drink at one of the airport bars. He reluctantly agreed. I managed to stuff all the folders into my luggage.  

The bar at the airport was crowded and well lit but not too nosy where you couldn’t converse. Jack got us both Scotch. I was beginning to like the taste. Another bad habit I was picking up, I know. I sipped the Scotch and puffed on the cigarette. My mind was finally accepting all the great news we’d just gotten. I mentioned to Jack that I hated to see a lot of people in Phoenix lose their jobs. He frowned, agreeing with me. 

I had to ask him one more question. How did he feel about working for me instead of me working for him? He smiled, admitting he’d always felt he had been working for me all along. It was a big relief to know he didn’t begrudge me for getting promoted over him. 

“Besides, now we can be together a lot more often.” He whispered.

“Jack, no, we can’t be together anymore!” We’d eventually slip up and get caught. It would be bad enough for your wife to find out. What if McClane got word of it? He’d fire us both in one breath.” I retorted.

Jack didn’t reply to my statement, knowing he wasn’t in agreement. I thought to myself, “Why did I ever let him seduce me the other evening? I think I wanted him to seduce me, to sexually ravage me!” 

We sat together on the flight back to K.C. Jack took my hand in his, I tried to free myself but he gripped it firmly. I finally entwined my fingers in his and pulled his hand down into the seat beside my leg. We held hands the entire flight. Jack’s eyes were closed, probably daydreaming about having sex with me. Nothing wrong with daydreaming, I thought.

Arriving in K.C. we gathered our luggage and proceeded to the parking lot. Jack suggested I wait in the loading zone while he retrieved his car. I agreed, our luggage and the laptops were quite a bit to carry. Jack roared the red Corvette up to the curb. I loved that car; it looked and sounded like sex in high gear. It actually made me breathe hard. Jack jumped out and we loaded just about everything in the back. I had to put the laptops on the floor between my legs. 

Jack drove to my apartment, speeding along the main streets. The constant roar of the car’s motor reminded of having sex with Jack. We arrived at my apartment and Jack helped me carry in my luggage. He closed the door behind him, put his arms at my waist pulling me in for a hard, passionate kiss. He hands slowly lowered to my butt. I broke the kiss and stepped back from his grasp.

“You better be going, your wife will be expecting you”. I stated.

“You sure, you don’t want me to stay for awhile?” He asked.

I told him that I needed some time to myself; I was worn out from the trip. I’d see him Monday morning, reminding him not to say anything at work until an official statement about our promotions was posted. Jack wasn’t happy about me not accepting his offer. He agreed not to say anything about the promotions.

I felt relieved when Jack left, didn’t feel so threatened that someone would find out about our past sexual experiences. I unpacked my clothes, throwing the folders on my desk. I looked at the clock and wondered if Taylor McClane was in Phoenix right now, chopping off heads. I felt a little down at the thought. I took off my clothing and jumped into the shower. The warm spray felt great. I soaped myself all over, my pussy still tender from Jack’s reaming with his huge cock.      I put my hands on the shower wall, closed my eyes and let the water run down my back and legs. 

I took a short nap, stretching out across the bed. I woke up about 9:00pm and fixed myself a frozen TV dinner. I’m not much of a cook. If I didn’t have a microwave, I’d starve to death. 

I was getting the urge for a cigarette and something to drink. I got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and drove my little hatchback to the liquor store a few blocks up the street. I walked around looking at all the wines, finally finding the one Jack and I had drank at the hotel bar. I picked up a couple of bottles. Scotch, so many different brand names and some fairly expensive too. I picked up a bottle of scotch, mid-priced. Besides dressing conservative, I’m conservative with my finances. I headed for the cashier to pay for the alcohol. I walked past the cigarette display. I put the bottles on the counter and went over to get a carton of cigarettes, maybe two. The cashier asked if I needed anything else. I spotted a lighter display and picked out two of them. I paid for the items and headed back to my apartment.      Back in my little apartment, I turned on the TV to catch the news. I put the wine in the refrigerator to chill, opening up the Scotch for right now. I opened a pack of cigarettes, lighting one. The two together really relaxed me. I grabbed the “confidential material” folder and sat in the recliner to go through it. I was astounded at the information I was allowed to review, personnel files, accounting records, reports and investigative information. I read through most of it, trying to absorb it all in. I decided to put it aside for the evening, maybe look it over more sometime during the weekend.

I got on the Internet, one of my favorite pastimes to check out any emails I might have gotten while I was away. My parents and sister had sent me several. I replied to them before they mistook my not answering them as an omen something had happened to me. Mom always asked if I’d found a man yet. She was worried because I’d never married. My sister mostly complained about her lazy ass husband. And they wonder why I never got married! 

I checked quite a few of the automobile related sites, especially the manufacturer’s websites to get an idea on car pricing. I had to check out the new Corvettes, getting quickly discouraged when I saw the MSRP figures. Maybe a Mercedes instead of a Corvette. Well even more discouragement there. I paid less than $10,000 for my little hatchback used, a few years back. Prices were a lot higher now.

The rest of the weekend passed by uneventful. I drank one of the bottles of wine and smoked a couple packs of cigarettes. I was enjoying the bad habits I’d picked up during my business trip. 

Monday morning arrived and I got dressed in my usual conservative business suit. Arriving at our office building I noticed nothing had changed the three days I was gone. Jack wasn’t in yet, he ran late once in awhile, probably having a “morning quickie” with his wife, I assumed. I got myself a cup of coffee from the vending machine and sat at my desk, going through the mail. Jack strode in at the last minute. He had a really big smile on his face. I smiled back at him. He unlocked his office, turned on the lights and went to his desk. I finished reading my mail then went to the ladies restroom. Some of the other secretaries were in there, primping their hair and fixing their make-up. I had to laugh internally at their vanities. 

Ron, our regional manager came down the hallway and asked Jack and I if we’d come to his office. It was 9:00am. We walked down and entered his office. Most of the people in the office were watching us, probably figuring we were in for an ass chewing. Ron shook my hand and gave me a hug. He shook Jack’s hand offering his congratulations to both of us. 

“Sit down for awhile. My secretary’s out posting the CEO’s official announcement about your promotions. I didn’t want you to get swamped by everyone right off.” He said. “Let the news sink in a little bit.”

Ron chatted about the great work we’d done. He made it a point to let Jack know that he knew who actually did the work between us, pointing directly at me. Jack agreed, paying me a like compliment. Ron asked if either of us played golf. Jack does, I never tried it. He went on to talk about all the great golf courses there are around Phoenix, the desert and of course the tremendous heat during the summer. We sat in his office for almost an hour. 

Jack and I left Ron’s office and headed back to our area. Some people looked away, some smiled; a few gave us the thumbs up. Some of the guys grabbed Jack practically shaking his arm off. Jack was grinning and thanking everyone. I walked back and sat at my desk. 

The secretary who works across the way from me came over. She’s a snooty type, thinks she’s smarter and better looking than any of the other women in our office. She never speaks to me unless she absolutely has to.

“Sarah, congratulations on the big promotion.” She chided.

She leaned in close to me and whispered. “You didn’t make it on your back, you made it on your merit. I’m a little jealous, but I’m very proud of you. Give ‘em hell in Phoenix.

Her sentiment almost brought tears to my eyes. I thanked her, meaning it sincerely. I had to look away so she wouldn’t see my eyes starting to water. Jack managed to finally make it back to his office. I walked in behind him and closed the door. Jack asked if I wanted to sit at his desk, he was serious! I suggested we sit at the table and start putting our business plans together. I reviewed with him what I’d read in the business folder on the Phoenix operation. The “confidential material” folder would never be discussed. It was for “my eyes only”. We spent the rest of the day tossing ideas back and forth.

By Wednesday, Jack and I both had gotten some pretty good ideas on what caused the Phoenix operation start to collapse. We worked on business strategies and operational changes. We had a lot of work to accomplish. I would have to make the personnel changes myself so I never brought that subject up.

Friday around noon, Jack’s wife, Jennifer came to the office. She was friendly as usual, offering me her congratulations. She was excited about living in Phoenix but not too excited about all the moving they’d have to do. We chatted briefly about moving. Jennifer asked me to come over Saturday afternoon for a cookout with her and Jack. Jack thought it was a great idea. Although I wanted to decline, I accepted the offer and asked if I could bring something along for the meal. Jennifer held my hand and said just to bring myself. I smiled at her gesture. I was glad that I had accepted their invitation after all. Later that afternoon, Jack gave me directions to their house. I restated my intention to be there but not to go to a lot of trouble for me.


Saturday morning was sunny and warmer than usual. I didn’t know exactly what to wear so I picked out a pair of dress slacks and a nice blouse. I felt a little overdressed but thought jeans and t-shirt might be too casual. I stopped by the liquor store on the way and purchased a bottle of red wine, a little pricey but the clerk said I’d like it. 

I drove out to Jack and Jennifer’s house. It was in one of those gaited communities. I had to stop at the gate and give the attendant my name and who I was there to see. My name was on the visitor’s list and she quickly motioned me through. Arriving at their home, I parked behind Jack’s Corvette. I glanced back as I walked towards the front door. It looked like “Rich Man, Poor Man”. I’d soon be upgrading to something better once I got settled in Phoenix. 




Strictly Business Ch. 05



Jennifer greeted me at the door before I got to it. She was wearing a short terry cloth robe over what I assumed was a swimsuit. Jennifer looks like a fashion model, tall, slender, long straight blonde hair and a fantastic smile. She was happy to see I’d made it. She led me through the house towards the patio in the rear. Their house was beautiful, the livingroom almost as big as my entire apartment, I thought. 

Jack was out on the covered patio, preparing the grille. He got a big smile on his face when he saw me come through the patio doors with Jennifer. I handed Jennifer the bottle of red wine to put in the refrigerator to chill. They both thanked me for bringing it. 

“I didn’t want to come empty handed” I remarked, smiling.

“We’re both just glad you came”. Jennifer replied. “You both need to have some relaxing social time away from all the planning you’ve been doing”

I nodded my head in agreement. We did need to get our minds off work for awhile. Jennifer asked if I’d like a glass of wine. I readily accepted her offer. Jennifer went inside to get the drinks, bring back two glasses of wine and a cold beer for Jack. We sat in the patio chairs and sipped the wine. Jennifer and I both lit up cigarettes. I was relieved to see she smoked.

“What do you think of Jack’s toy?” Jennifer asked pointing towards the in-ground pool.

“It’s beautiful but I thought the Corvette was his toy.” I replied. 

“Oh he likes the Corvette, just hates the payments!” She laughed. 

I laughed at her remark; Jennifer had quite a sense of humor. We drank the wine down and Jennifer went back inside to refill our glasses. It was hot and the wine was very refreshing. I reminded myself not to drink too much since I had to drive back to my apartment later on.

Jennifer came back with the wine and another beer for Jack. She undid the cord holding her robe and slipped it off. I almost looked away but my eyes were fixed on her. She was wearing a hot pink thong bikini. Her butt was totally exposed to me. She didn’t seem inhibited about wearing it in front of me either. Her breasts were small, smaller than mine. At least in one department I had the upper hand, I thought.

“Hey, why don’t you two go for a swim?” Jack suggested.

Jennifer looked at me and repeated his suggestion. It sounded like a good idea but I hadn’t brought a swimsuit, I didn’t even remember the last time I’d seen it. I told Jennifer I didn’t think to bring a swimsuit, not realizing they had a pool. Jennifer quickly suggested I wear one of hers. Jack looked at me to see if I’d accept Jennifer’s offer. 

“I don’t think I’ve got the body for a thong bikini, certainly don’t have the fantastic figure you have.” I said to Jennifer.

“I’ve got some regular bikinis. I’m sure I’ve got something you’d feel comfortable in”. Jennifer quipped.

I agreed to see what I might be able to wear so Jennifer and I walked back inside up to their bedroom. It was a large bedroom with a big canopy bed. Jennifer picked out a black wet-look bikini, which tied at the sides. 

“You should look great in this. It’s one of my favorites”. She said. “Come back out to the patio when you get changed”.

I took off my clothes placing them on a chair in the corner of the room. I put the bikini on and checked myself in the mirror. I turned side to side and glanced back over my shoulder to see how I looked. The bikini was pretty skimpy but I thought I looked pretty good in it. I used their bathroom before I went back out to the patio.

As I walked out onto the patio, I noticed Jennifer’s eye widen and a big smile appear. Jack stopped working on the grille and stared at me. I felt a little self-conscious in the skimpy little bikini. I was pale, not being out in the sun much. Jennifer had a dark tan. She must spend a lot of her time outdoors I presumed.

“Wow, Sarah you look hot!” Jennifer remarked. “Nice tits!”

I blushed deep red at the remarks. I guess Jennifer was straight forward about what she thought. I pulled and tucked on the bikini making sure everything was covered. Jack still staring, like it was the first time he’d ever seen me. I bit my lip out of nervousness. Jennifer and I walked towards the pool and walked down the steps into the cool water. The water felt wonderful. I had to close my eyes and let the coolness take over my body. I felt my nipples growing erect underneath the bikini top when the cool water washed over them. Jennifer and I splashed around in the pool more than we swam. I was careful trying to keep my hair dry, but the ends got wet anyway. No big deal.

Jack brought our glasses of wine over to the edge of the pool. He smiled at both of us. We sipped the wine slowly as we talked about Phoenix, relocating, the desert and getting situated in a new environment. I noticed Jennifer looking at my breasts, the skimpy top barely covering much of them. It seemed like a look of admiration so I flaunted them, not too much, just a little. I didn’t mind her looking at me. 

Jack had the grille fired up, the steaks were sizzling. Jennifer and I went inside to the kitchen to prepare the rest of the food. She was a gourmet cook, it was one of her passions, she said. I watched her, hoping I could pick up some pointers. We took the food out and placed it on the patio table, the large umbrella keeping us shaded from the sun. Jack cooked the steaks, they smelled great. The whole meal was great. We drank some of the wine I’d brought, Jack still preferring to drink beer. 

I was getting more comfortable wearing the little bikini; I wasn’t pulling and tugging at it as much anyway. Maybe the wine was getting to me, making me feel more relaxed. Jennifer started telling funny stories and jokes. Although Jack had heard them before, I hadn’t. I laughed so hard a couple of times, I almost choked. We were having a great time. I really liked Jennifer, she was wonderful. I still couldn’t figure out why Jack said he liked sex with me better. Maybe it was just a “line” he used with women, I don’t know.

We finished eating and sat there smoking. Jennifer refilled our glasses again; I just sipped it not really drinking it down. I felt my head getting a little woozy from all the alcohol. 

Jennifer and I took the plates and the uneaten food back into the kitchen. We made quick work of getting the dishes done. Jack was cleaning the grille; we got done well before he did. We sauntered back out onto the patio. The sun was going down but the air was still warm. My bikini was completely dry from the warm air. We sat at the table, Jennifer and I each lit up a cigarette. Jack excused himself to go inside, probably had to pee from drinking all that beer!

When Jack returned we all sat talking till it was completely dark. It was getting late.

“I should be getting back to my apartment” I remarked.”I’ve had a great time spending it with you two.”

We all got up and went back inside the house. I proceeded up the stairs to get dressed. Jennifer followed behind me. Jack stopped in the kitchen to do something. The two of us entered the bedroom.

“I just love your canopy bed. It’s beautiful” I complimented Jennifer.

“Well, we’ll have to try it out sometime!” She remarked. 

I didn’t understand what she meant but I didn’t think about it either. Jennifer was standing next to me.  I reached up to untie the top of the bikini figuring she’d leave the room. Instead she walked around behind me and untied the knot at the back. I held it to my breasts trying to cover myself. Jennifer reached up and took it from my hands, tossing it on the edge of the bed. She took my hands in hers, staring down at my bared breasts. I felt very uncomfortable with her looking at me like that.

“You have such beautiful breasts”. She complimented. “I wish mine were that great”. 

I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there. Jennifer untied the top of her bikini and tossed it on the bed next to the top I’d worn. Her breasts were small but nicely shaped. I managed to move my eyes from her breasts back to her face. Jennifer looking intently at me, pushing me back towards the bed. She pushed me back till I was standing at the foot of the bed, my back to it. Jennifer’s hands reached up cupping my breasts. Her long fingers fondling them, kneading them. Her long fingers teased my nipples causing them to enlarge and stiffen. I was breathing hard, her skillful hands working my breasts. She took my erect nipples between her fingers, pulling on them, stretching them. Jennifer twisted them as they hardened under her touch. I just closed my eyes, wanting to protest but not making the effort. 

Jennifer’s breathing had increased. She was practically panting. Her hands stopped working my breasts and slipped down over my ribs to my waist. I bit my lip when I felt her untieing the sides of the bikini. It dropped to the floor. I was standing naked in front of her.

“Turn around and face the bed” Jennifer ordered.

I could barely move my feet but I managed to face away from her. I looked down at my breasts, my nipples were still erect. I felt Jennifer’s hand rub my ass then slip between my legs prying my legs apart. 

“Sarah, Spread you legs for me.” She said in a commanding tone.

I moved my feet farther apart feeling her long slender fingers exploring the folds of my pussy. She rubbed the folds causing me to moan out loud. She scraped her fingernails on the lips of my pussy. I couldn’t take much more. My legs were quivering; I was losing my ability to stand. Jennifer sensed I was having trouble standing. She withdrew her hand from my pussy and began kissing me on the back of the neck then kissing around behind my ears. Her warm breath blowing on my ears causing me to emit a long soft moan.

“Why don’t you lie down on the bed?” she asked. It was more of an order than a question.

I didn’t answer, just climbed up on the bed and lay face up. Jennifer got on the bed with me. She kissed me, my lips responding to hers. She kissed me softly at first then flicked her tongue deep inside my mouth, grinding her lips into mine. Her tongue working my mouth swirling against the roof, licking it. My jaws almost hurting, her tongue was inside me so far. Jennifer finally backed off her probing me with her tongue. My breathing was fast and hard. She kissed me on the neck sucking on it lightly. I almost had an orgasm when she did it. 

Her mouth kissed down to my breasts. She sucked a nipple between her lips. I let out a sharp cry as she flicked her tongue at it. I could feel her hardened nipples brushing against my breasts. They were like little thimbles, almost a half-inch long. She massaged one of my breasts as she moved over my face, lowering her nipple towards my mouth. I flicked my tongue out at it then grasped it with my teeth. Holding it firmly with my teeth, I licked it back and forth. Jennifer’s moans filled the room. I sucked on it gently. She quivered as I worked it!

Jennifer pulled her nipple from my mouth and slid down the bed towards my waist. She pulled my legs apart spreading me. Her hand rubbed my pussy causing me to gyrate my hips. She inserted one of her long fingers inside me rubbing the lining of my pussy. I was getting close to an orgasm and I wasn’t going to hold it back. Jennifer inserted a second finger in my pussy, spreading the fingers apart. She worked my clitoris with her thumb as she slowly and gently stroked her fingers in and out of me. I bucked my hips upward having my first orgasm. I moaned as I felt it building and then overtaking me. I was panting, out of breath. Jennifer pulled her fingers out of my pussy when I settled back down. She climbed over my legs and got between them. I closed my eyes tight when she lifted my legs up spreading them far apart. She kissed my wet pussy all over then stroked my slit with her long tongue. I raised my hands over my head grasping the pillow. She licked my pussy then flicked her tongue on my clit. I felt another orgasm building. She sucked my hard little clit between her lips stabbing it with her tongue. I shrieked as I was overcome with another orgasm.

“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhh……………….God…………….nooooooooooo!” I screamed. 

Jennifer didn’t stop. She kept working my clit till she got me off again and again. I could hardly catch my breath between orgasms. Jennifer finally stopped working my pussy with her mouth. She raised up, grinning at me. She knew she’d given me the best oral sex I’d ever experienced. Her hand gently rubbed over the mound of my pussy. Jennifer probed her middle finger inside me keeping it there, not moving it.

“Jack said you had a hot little pussy. He was right!” She said aloud. 

I’d completely forgotten about Jack till she mentioned his name. I then noticed him standing in the doorway, stark naked, drinking a beer. He was slowly stroking his fully erect cock, his fingers teasing the crown. 

“Who would you like to have fuck you first?” Jack asked.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Jack, you’ve had her before. I’m taking her first”. Jennifer boldly stated.

I wasn’t sure of what I’d heard her say. Jack came over to the bed and rolled me over on my tummy. He lifted me up till I was on my knees, pushing my shoulders down to the bed. My ass was up in the air. Jack spread my legs running his finger up and down the slit of my dripping pussy.

Jennifer stripped off her thong bikini bottom. She didn’t have any hair on her pussy. She’d shaven it completely. I watched as she walked to the dresser and pulled out a dildo with a harness attached to it. She held the harness in front of her, stepping into it. It was one of those strap-on dildos. It was huge, bright pink with ridges around it. I was scared of what she was going to do with it. Jennifer then pulled out a tube of some kind of lubricant rubbing it all over the dildo. She grinned when she saw I was watching her. She grabbed a towel to wipe the excess lubricant off her hand.

She walked around behind me and got up on the bed between my legs. Jack was at my side lightly pinning my shoulders down. I felt Jennifer guide the phallus to the lips of my waiting pussy. I gritted my teeth, expecting pain. Jennifer slid the head of the dildo inside me, working it slowly. She pushed gently with her hips sliding more of the intruding shaft into me. When she had about half of it in me, she pulled my hips back onto it. I could feel every ridge of the dildo as it rubbed across my clit and sensitive folds of my pussy. Jennifer held my hips and stroked the dildo in and out of me slowly. I lifted myself up on my hands and pushed my ass towards her. I was fucking back. She increased the rhythm of her hips, fucking the dildo faster. The ridges on dildo sending sensations through my entire body. I had a huge orgasm, almost falling forward. Jack held my shoulders to keep me from going forward. Jennifer was pounding her pelvis into me hard. I screamed as another orgasm took over my body. I collapsed, Jennifer falling over on top of me. She got her arms under her and lifted up off me. The dildo, slick from the lubricant and my juices made an embarrassing sound as it slipped out of me. Jennifer was leaning over me, I could feel her hard, fast gasps for air on my sweaty back. She was spent, her strength almost completely gone.

I got my breath back and rolled over on my back. Jack was kneeling on the bed beside me. Jennifer got off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. Jack asked if she was alright. She didn’t reply, just waved her hand as she disappeared into the bathroom.

“Ok Jack, you going to take your turn?” I asked.

Jack didn’t answer. He walked to the foot of the bed, grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me towards him. My butt was right at the edge of it. He put my legs on his shoulders and sunk his hard cock into me with one long slow stroke. The lubricant along with my juices allowed Jack to fuck his huge cock into me with no resistance. He fucked me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my butt. I was holding onto the sheets as he fucked me like a wild animal. Jennifer came back out of the bathroom. She’d taken off the harness.

“Jack, slow the fuck down. You want to kill your boss or what! She shouted at him.

Jack glanced at her slowing his strokes. Jennifer climbed up on the bed and straddled my head, facing Jack. She lowered her pussy towards my mouth. I raised my arms up between her legs and grasped her waist. I lifted my head till I could get my tongue on her hot pussy. I licked wildly at the lips of her pussy and then sucked her hard clit between my lips, pulling it slightly. I heard Jennifer moan and he body convulsed. I darted my tongue at it then tongued it side to side. Jennifer moaned loudly as I brought her to orgasm. She tried to lift up off me but gripped her tighter. My lips kissed the folds of her pussy, I worked my tongue up inside her, swirling it all over the entrance. She was in my control now and I wasn’t going to let the opportunity get away to bring her off one more time. I held her with one hand while I managed to work two fingers inside her hot little cunt. I plunged my fingers deep inside her wiggling my fingers and scraping the lining of her pussy. She grasped my legs and pulled them back to her chest.

Jack started pounding his hard cock into me; I came one more time under his hard fucking strokes. Just as he was ready to explode, he pulled his cock out and shot his cum all over Jennifer. Jennifer finally let my legs down; they were dangling off the bed. Jennifer’s weight on my chest making it a little difficult to breathe. I pushed on her butt and she got up off me, lying on her side. Jack was still standing between my legs; the last drops of cum dripping out of his still erect cock. It dripped down onto the comforter on the bed. He looked like he was frozen, he didn’t move. I pulled my legs up and swung them over past him. I got up off the bed, checked Jennifer to see if she was alright, then ran into the bathroom. I peed then washed myself off. Jack came in, stepped past me and peed. He didn’t look at me. I don’t think he was feeling too well. Too much beer, too much hard sex! I smiled inside as I walked out of the bathroom and back to the bed. Jennifer was sitting on the side of the bed. She smiled at me even though it was an effort. She was still weak from our sexual encounter. I noticed a pack of cigarettes on the dresser and lit two of them up, handing one to Jen. She took it in her long fingers, which were still sticky with my dried juices. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug. I could tell we were going to be great friends.

Jack came out of the bathroom. He looked pale, almost sick. I asked him if he was alright. He said he was OK, just a little sick to his stomach. He was going to bed across the hall. I watched him walk out of the room and into a darkened room across the hallway. Jennifer got up off the bed; she was unsteady on her feet. I helped her to the bathroom. I went back to the bedroom to get dressed. I slipped on my panties and bra. Jennifer came out of the bathroom. She looked a lot better having splashed some cold water in her face. We talked while I finished getting dressed. She asked me to spend the night but I didn’t think that was such a good idea. Neighbors have a way of being nosy at the wrong time I told her. She agreed, her neighbors watched her and Jack like hawks. I could just imagine.

I finished dressing and Jennifer walked me to the door. It was early Sunday morning; I don’t even recall what time it was. I didn’t care what time it was either.



Strictly Business



When she had calmed down a bit, Jonas turned her around and kissed her fully on the lips. His kisses turned more insistent, his wet velvety tongue diving deep into the recesses of her mouth, inviting hers to come out and play. Jayna complied; tangling her tongue with his and tasting the margaritas they had shared earlier. Jonas's hands went down from her waist to her bottom, kneading their round softness, pulling her firmly against him, making her feel his arousal.

To Jayna, Jonas' body was impressive. He was beautiful; if a man would accept being called that. His well-chiseled muscles rippled beneath her fingers. The coarseness of the mat of golden curls on his chest tormented her now sensitive breasts. His belly was flat and hard, allowing her to flatten and mold her body to his, making his hardness more pronounced. His long, muscled legs were equally hard and trapped her against the walls of the pool, not that she had any intentions to escape. 

Jonas' hands splayed on her buttocks, he squeezed firmly and began lifting her, slowly rubbing her against the length of him, while his lips and tongue traveled lower until they trapped one of her pert, rosy nipples. Not too gently he held it between his teeth, the sleek tip of his tongue wildly flicking at the tender bud. Jayna wrapped her legs around his hips tightly, grinding against his hardness. With her arms around his neck for balance she arched her back and cried out. If he didn't do something soon she would go mad. 

Jonas chuckled. He too was going insane with want, but he wanted to make sure she was well sated before he had his turn. There would be plenty of time for that. Her body was so sweet and pliant. Her breasts and ass filled his hands nicely, and if his fingers were good measure, her pussy would feel tight and hot around him. But the night was young, and he could wait. In the meantime he relished the feel of her supple body against his and took his pleasure from her own. He knew he would have her before long, and the waiting would only make it sweeter for both of them.

Jonas lifted her onto the side of the pool, placing her on the very edge. His gaze trapped hers while his fingers loosened the small bows that held her bikini bottom together and moved the fabric aside.

"You are so beautiful, and so sexy." He whispered as he nuzzled the soft auburn curls before him. He inhaled deeply, taking in her womanly scent. Jonas' fingers parted her nether lips and he stood still for a minute, admiring her pink wetness. His perusal caused her embarrassment. No man had ever just looked at her like that. This man truly enjoyed women, every aspect of them. He enjoyed the way they looked, the way the smelled, and probably the way they tasted. Jayna moaned in frustration, she admired his control, but he had managed to arouse and excite her so much that she truly desired no more foreplay. But Jonas wanted more. 

"I bet your pussy is sweet. I must have a taste. Can I taste you? Would you like for me to eat your pussy Jayna?" Jayna shook her head in denial. She wanted him now. She didn't want to wait anymore. Jonas smiled at her and bent his head closer to her. Her legs were spread wide; she was completely open to him and at his mercy. Jonas took advantage of that and ran his tongue up and down her moist cleft once, making her tremble. 

"Now what do you say Jayna? Hmm?" He licked again and again, up and down, completely evading the spot where she needed it most. Jayna moaned and moved her hips, bucking against his mouth and crying out in frustration when he held her still. Latching his lips onto the little nub he suckled and began flicking his tongue over it. Around and around he circled, then dipped low to plunge it inside her deep channel. Jayna looked down at him. Jonas' mouth was firmly latched on to her body, his teeth grazing here and there, gently nipping and sometimes not so gently. The rough stubble on his upper lip and chin heightened the sensations, but she knew she'd have some raw spots later. 

His obvious enjoyment of her, the wet, erotic suckling noises, and the warm rush of blood throughout her body were more than she could bear and she felt herself melt into his mouth. Again, for the second time she felt herself go to pieces, loosing all control. She thought she had heard someone scream and the voice seemed oddly similar to her own. The knuckles on the fingers that gripped his hair had turned white and her legs trembled while Jonas slurped greedily, drinking from her body as if it were his sustenance. When he had drunk his fill he kissed his way up to her mouth, allowing her to taste herself on his lips. This too was a new experience for Jayna and she found the taste of her own body on his lips very erotic and exciting because with it came the knowledge and the memory of where his lips had been and how they had made her feel. 

Jayna wanted to return the favor. She wanted him in her mouth. Not waiting for him to decide she quickly slipped off the side of the pool and turned them around, urging him to sit where she had. As he pushed himself up on the concrete ledge Jayna tugged on his Speedo's and pulled them down until she slipped them off his ankles. Jonas smiled a smug, contented smile of anticipation. He leaned back on one elbow and tangled his free hand into Jayna's auburn tresses, guiding her to him.

Jayna did not hesitate and took him fully into her mouth in one fell swoop. He was hard, and big, bigger than what she had anticipated. She began sucking slowly, swirling her tongue around the tip and gliding her lips up and down his shaft. He too, tasted good and Jayna savored every bit. She wrapped her fingers around his length and moved her mouth lower flicking the tip of her tongue around the base of his erection.

"Ooh, yes, lick my balls. Mm, you have a delicious mouth Jayna!" Jayna complied, smiling to herself. Now it was his turn to wait and suffer! Jayna again took him into her mouth and Jonas began to moan and slightly buck his hips to meet her.

"Do you like sucking cock? I bet you do. Suck my cock Jayna." He was moaning in earnest now and Jayna knew that if she wanted him inside her at all she would have to stop soon. Still, she could have a little more fun. Never had she enjoyed doing this so much. To Jayna it had been mostly a chore, something she had to do to keep her lover happy, but never had truly enjoyed herself. This time was different. She enjoyed his silky hardness in her mouth. He was warm and swollen, ready to burst. His hands were holding on to her hair tightly now, his hips bucking faster to meet her mouth, wanting in deeper. Wallowing in his pleasure, Jayna smiled to herself. His groans and moans urged her on. Knowing that she was driving him as crazy and he'd been driving her was making her hotter and hotter.

Jonas was about to explode. If he didn't stop her soon it would all be over, and he really did want to fuck her. Looking down at her he could tell she was truly enjoying herself. Their eyes locked for a moment and then he averted his gaze to look at the rest of her face. Jayna's mouth was hot and moist. He watched her cheeks hollow with the sucking motions and her lips glide up and down his shaft while he felt her tongue swirling and licking at the tip. He would not be able to bear much more. As much as he would like to spill himself deep against the back of her throat and watch her swallow his cum, he would much rather fuck her. 

When he could bear no more, he held her still and reluctantly withdrew from her mouth and slid back into the water. Their gazes locked. Again he turned her, so her back rested against the edge of the pool, and lifted her placing her into position.

At first he teased her, rubbing the tip of his hard cock up and down her cleft, between her nether lips, completely evading the entrance, wanting her to beg for it. Jayna whimpered and bucked her hips. Jonas smiled and ever so slowly entered her, holding himself back, watching the pleasure mirrored on her face. Jayna moaned in ecstasy. She could feel her body slowly adjusting to his size, savoring the feel of him as he disappeared one inch at a time within her moist folds. When she finally felt him close against her own body she sighed in relief. Never had she felt so full and satiated. It was almost as if her body had been made for this man, and she knew it was just the beginning. 

Jonas waited a moment relishing the feel of her body wrapped around him. Just like he had expected she was very tight, moist and hot. He didn't want to move yet. The contrast between the cool water and being buried inside her warmth was so gratifying that he didn't want to leave just yet. He held her hips firmly in place and began grinding against her sending her mind in a whirl, but delaying the inevitable for him.

"Do you like this Jayna? Huh? Do you like the feel of my cock buried deep in your sweet pussy?" Jonas searched her half-closed eyes, but Jayna just nodded. "Why don't you tell me what you like? Tell me what you want Jayna. Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please…" Jayna panted. She wanted him faster. Harder.

"Please what Jayna?"

He wanted her to speak. To use the same language he was using. Jayna was not accustomed to that either, but she realized that more than once she had consciously refrained from doing so, thinking that he would think badly of her for speaking so crudely. He pleased her so, even now when his movements within her were so slight but enough to send ripples of desire and pleasure through her. Jonas treated her as if she was the one and only, although Jayna knew she wasn't. He used her name, not darling or sweetie, letting her know there was no one else on his mind at that moment. Why couldn't she give him a little of what he wanted? Why should it matter now what he thought when she had already thrown caution to the wind and was there, giving herself to him, practically a stranger, in a hotel pool?

Jayna opened her eyes and looked straight at his. There was something about people, no matter how unattractive, which Jonas wasn't, that made them look incredibly sexy when in the throws of passion. That something was definitely in full view in Jonas' face. His dark blue eyes were smoky and slightly closed, and the lower lip of his well-shaped, very kissable mouth was partially trapped by his perfectly white teeth. Jayna wanted him to kiss her, to bite her lips, to leave little purple reminders on her neck for her to look at and blush in remembrance the next morning.

Wrapping her arms around his neck Jayna brought her mouth close to his and kissed him fully. Lips, teeth, tongue and all.

"I want you to fuck me Jonas." She whispered against his mouth between kisses. His sharp breath intake told her she'd said what he wanted to hear, and the sudden quickening of his hips told her it had had the desired effect.

Jonas began moving in earnest, each stroke tightening the coil that had begun winding itself deep in Jayna's belly. Jayna could feel even the slightest move. He fit her snugly, so tightly that she had thought he would not fit at all. At first he'd withdraw slowly, until he was almost completely outside, just the hard, blunt tip of his erection inside of her, and then quickly thrust back in until Jayna could wait no more.

"Faster Jonas."

"You want it faster?" His throaty whisper sent Goosebumps down her spine.

"Yes. Please. I'm so close. Jonas, fuck me faster, harder."

Jonas gasped. Without leaving her body, he held her tightly against him and walked to the steps on the shallow end of the pool. He then pulled out, eliciting a moan of frustration from Jayna's lips, but he turned her around pushing her down on her hands and knees on the stairs.

"You want faster? I'll give you faster Jayna. And harder too."

Jonas positioned himself behind Jayna and quickly thrust into her. Jayna gasped. The new position allowed her to feel him in a slightly different way, but definitely fulfilling. The sensations were incredible. She spread her legs and arched her back to take him in deeper, if such a thing was possible. His strong hands on her buttocks held her soundly in place as while she felt him pound away at her insides again and again. Jayna's senses were highly aroused, her own sounds and noises were exciting to her. She could hear the wet, squishy sounds coming from their mating, the water around her thighs lapping at there heated skin, splashing a little with Jonas' eager thrusting. His heavy breathing and naughty words, and her own panting, groaning and moaning.

"How does this feel Jayna? Is your pussy enjoying this? Do you like the way my cock feels now?" Jonas began thrusting slowly, but holding his place buried deep inside her and grinding a bit before retreating and beginning again.

Oh, she definitely liked his cock. She had no doubt about it. A few more thrusts and she would explode. She moaned, thrusting her buttocks upward and back to meet him, and cried out each time he pushed in. She wanted more, harder, faster. Jayna wanted a true hard fuck. 

"What do you want, Jayna? Tell me. I'll stop if you don't."

"Please don't." She sobbed.

"Tell me then." He sounded quiet and serious, as if he truly meant it when he'd said he'd stop.

"Fuck me, Jonas. Harder, faster. Pound me with your cock."

That was all the encouragement he needed. Jonas began thrusting in earnest. His hands held her hips firmly, pulling her to him, slamming his hips against the soft creamy globes. Jayna felt her insides tighten around him, increasing the friction. Again her world spiraled, as if the floor had disappeared beneath her and she was suspended in the water while her body burst with a rapturous ecstasy that left her on the verge of loosing consciousness. Jayna screamed, so intense was the feeling.

"Oh, yeah, baby. Was that good? Did you cum good Jayna? Now it's my turn Jayna. Wanna feel me come?"

Still feeling the rippling waves of her own culmination Jayna heard Jonas' breathing deepen and his groans become louder. Knowing he was close to the edge she pushed back, wanting to feel him burst hotly inside her.

"I'm coming Jayna! Mm, feel this honey!"

His final plunges became erratic and stronger and then he held himself still deep inside her. Jayna felt him spew liquid fire, flooding her insides and intensifying the last waves of her climax until she almost came again.

Jonas leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her waist and while still inside her he rolled over on the steps and sat down, bringing her with him and cradling her on his lap. His hands gently caressed her while he tenderly kissed her neck, ears and shoulders, whispering his gratitude for a wonderful evening and thanking her body for all the pleasure he had received. 

The next morning back in her room Jayna received the call she had been waiting for. The president of the company was back and wanted to know if she could come in for their meeting that afternoon. A little disappointed that her unexpected vacation would be cut short, but glad to get the meeting over with, Jayna dressed slowly and carefully. Looking in the mirror she could see a few love-bites Jonas had left on her shoulders and chest and she had a silly grin on her lips, of satisfaction, no doubt. Jonas never told her how long he'd be staying at the hotel, and they hadn't discussed seeing each other again. She hoped she would be able to see him one last time tonight since if all went well she'd most likely be leaving the next day.

Stepping out of the hotel onto the sidewalk she managed to see Jonas getting into a cab. She tried waving at him but he didn't see her. "No matter", she thought, "I'll see him tonight."

She entered the multi-storied building and announced herself to the receptionist who guided her to a pair of large double doors. The room was full of people walking around and getting acquainted; twenty people, give or take a few. Her contact spotted her and after brief hellos he hooked her arm in his and dragged her to the other end of the room.

"Jayna, let me introduce to you the president of Brent & Co. Jayna Marsden, meet Jonas B. Brent." Jayna felt the floor give way under her feet and her heart come to a full stop when she looked up and saw amused, knowing blue eyes, and the same arrogant, insolent, cock-sure smile she had seen the day before by the pool.