0 comments/ 9057 views/ 1 favorites Eddie Silver Ch. 01 By: PrincessErin Bernice grumbled as she walked through the snow. She hated how her husband would not let her drive to work. They had three cars in the garage but they were his cars. She saw that the laneway wasn't plowed and that made her angrier. Stepping into the large mansion, she heard silence. Had Eddie gone out? Was he volunteering at the homeless shelter again? She then was worried that maybe Ruth or Edith was over. She knew that Eddie had both a mistress and a girlfriend although he was too dumb to realize that they all knew about each other. It didn't matter really. He was a millionaire and spent money on them so it was fine, although she wondered if sometimes he loved his dog more then her. She took off her winter boots and jacket then walked up the grand staircase to his office. It was cold in the house and there was a lingering smell of peanut butter coming from the kitchen. Bernice figured Eddie had eaten a peanut butter sandwich for both breakfast and lunch. She would have to clean up the kitchen later. She shivered as she entered the upstairs hallway. It was freezing cold because Eddie didn't want to waste any money on heating. There was a space heater in the bedroom, the office, and the kitchen. He said that heating was a luxury that they couldn't afford. Bernice had tried to argue that since he was a millionaire that having heat in the house would be nice. She walked in and saw Eddie doing the same thing he had been doing for the last two years. He was sitting on his comfortable chair hunched over his computer. He didn't have a fancy laptop. The computer was old and he was stubborn in buying a new one. He was typing away using only four fingers. "Hi." "Just a minute." Bernice rolled her eyes. He was writing another story and until he was done, he wouldn't talk to anyone. She went and sat on what he used to use as a desk chair and watched as he typed out the last of the words. He quickly saved his work and then did a word count. "Three thousand words! Take that Princess who thinks that a thousand words can make a story!" Eddie spun around and grinned at his wife. She was almost twenty years younger then him but even at forty she was getting old. There was a reason why he had Ruth and Edith. She was sitting in the chair and writing such a sexy story had caused his cock to be hard. "Did you have a good day baby?" Bernice didn't know why she tried but Eddie had that look in his eyes that showed a bit of concern and love. He hadn't always been this way. "Yep. Wrote four more stories all over two thousands words. You look beautiful." Bernice rolled her eyes. He always told her she was beautiful when he wanted sex. It had been a while and so she figured she'd give in. "Let's go to the bedroom sweetie." Bernie stood up and took Eddie's hand, guiding him down the hallway to their bedroom. Eddie's dog was lying on the bed and so Eddie spent the next three minutes cuddling with the dog and then explaining how he needed some alone time. Bernice undressed and lay back on the bed. She watched as Eddie undressed then climbed on top. His cock was half hard and so she had to suck on it a bit. Once he was hard enough to slide inside her he began to thrust back and forth. "That's it baby. That feels so good." Bernice did love his cock. It wasn't that wrinkly or saggy. For someone who was almost sixty he had a nice cock. That and the fact he was rich were the only reasons she stayed married to him. "I'm going to write three more stories tonight. Then I get to wait and see what happens when they're posted. The three bitches are going to love the next story." "Eddie. Can you stop talking about your stories for just a few minutes? It's not very sexy." Bernice cringed the moment she said those words. He was very sensitive about most things and had been diagnosed as bipolar quite some time ago. He was stubborn and hadn't taken his medication lately. She hoped he wouldn't react but of course, he did. Eddie slid off the bed and glared at her. "You are so fat and ugly. You are so crazy I feel sorry for you. I'm going to go write." Eddie grabbed his black robe and wrapped it around his body. He stomped down the hallway like a child having a temper tantrum. He slammed his office door shut and sat down. "Women are useless. Why can't I find a good woman? I'm going to write two more stories and then I'll go visit Ruth. I need a young thing to play with tonight." Eddie Silver Ch. 02 Ruth was enjoying a relaxing time in her bathtub. She had just gotten home from the homeless shelter where she worked. It had been a busy day as the cold Boston winter had set in and those men who normally were too stubborn to come in for a hot dinner had finally conceded. She was enjoying a glass of wine and was going to cuddle in bed with a book. Ruth was only eighteen years old and was gorgeous enough to be a model. When she first got the job at the shelter, she had worn normal clothing, which she was told was too flashy. Now she wore jeans and sweaters and tried to not put on too much make up. She couldn't help it. She loved the reaction she got from the men even though she knew she would never stoop to that level. Ruth smiled as she felt a tingle between her thighs. Thinking of the homeless shelter also made her think of Eddie Silver. They had been dating a short time and she was falling for him. He was almost sixty but he was amazing in bed. He wrote erotica and had actually published books for real. She had giggled and smiled the first time he had paid attention to her. Everyone at the shelter loved him. He was known as the millionaire who understood the homeless. He volunteered there every week and gave lots of money to those in need. One year he had given a family a car, although they had ended up selling it for drug money. He wasn't upset or anything. He had smiled and explained to Ruth how some women had addictions and that he was still going to do all he could to help those in need. Ruth ran her fingers down he body and began to play with her pussy. She was horny and closed her eyes; replaying the first time she had had sex with Eddie. They had served food together at the shelter and had flirted almost all night. He wore a wedding ring but he had explained how his wife of forty years had passed away and he felt the need to keep the ring on his finger to honor her memory. He had offered to drive her home and being the perfect gentleman, he walked her up the stairs and into her apartment. There he had kissed her and she was in love. He was so romantic and sweet, making her cum so much before he came himself. The whole time she asked him to talk about the books he wrote. He told her how he was a best selling author and had so many novels written he couldn't remember what any of them were about. Ruth loved how sexy it was when he spoke about his writing and she came so hard on his cock thinking about how rich he must be. Ruth rubbed her clit so hard and fast, desperate to cum. She cried out as she called out her lover's name. She then heard her cell phone ring and quickly jumped out of the tub to get it. Water was dripping down her gorgeous body and she answered the phone. "Hi baby. I was just thinking about you. I'm lonely. Can I come over?" "Of course." Ruth decided to put on some of the sexy lingerie that he had bought her. She chose the pink and purple silk nightie with the matching panties. She waited for him patiently. Eddie hung up the phone with his girlfriend and then walked down the stairs to the garage. He heard Bernice in the kitchen and figured she was cleaning up the mess he had made. He decided he would use the BMW tonight. He had three cars to choose from; the silver Porsche, the red Boxter, and the BMW. He loved his cars and enjoyed driving around town in the summer flirting with women. Women loved an older gentleman who had money. He drove over to Ruth's apartment and walked up the stairs to her door. He needed a good fuck and knew that Ruth was good at cock sucking. She had spent hours under his desk sucking him off as he wrote his novels. She was always willing and was in complete awe at his writing. "Hi baby." Ruth answered the door wearing a sexy nightie. He grinned and stepped inside. "I only have a little while. I told the old ball and chain that I was volunteering at the homeless shelter again." "O.K." Ruth walked towards her bedroom and then lay on her back with her legs spread. Her pink lace panties contrasted well with her pale white thighs. She watched as Eddie undid his pants and whipped out his cock. He was soft. "Fuck. Can you suck me for a bit? I need to be hard to fuck you." Ruth smiled and got on her hands and knees. She sucked on his cock until was half hard then massaged his balls. She lay back and winced as he tried pushing his cock into her pussy. She was soaking wet from playing in the bathtub but the moment his cock was close to her pussy, he went soft again. He grunted and she willingly sucked on his cock again. "If this was a story it would be a good one for the humor and satire category. This is real life and it's not funny." Ruth nodded. He was not getting any harder and soon her jaw was hurting. Finally, she sat up. "My jaw hurts Eddie. Can you just lick my clit or finger me?" Eddie's nostrils flared up as he heard what she had said. "How dare you accuse me of cheating? How dare you say that I'm impotent? "I didn't say that. Please. I'm just really horny. It's O.K. I know that happens sometimes to guys, young and old." "You are such a worthless bitch. How dare you tell me I'm old? I am not old." Ruth was whimpering now. No matter what she said, he always misunderstood her. It was like no matter what she said, he thought she was attacking him. "Please leave." Ruth wrapped her arms around her knees and watched as he zipped up his pants and stormed out of her apartment. She winced as he slammed the door. She knew that he would calm down in a few days and be back to his normal self. Until then it was best they stay away from each other. Ruth pulled the covers up around her and replayed the scene in her head. It was strange really. Eddie could be so nice, sweet, and funny but when he was in a bad mood he was almost abusive. She knew that he was only like this a few days every month and then would go back to normal. Eddie Silver Ch. 03 Edith was kneeling on the hard floor as she sucked on his cock. Her jaw was tired but she hated that she could not get him aroused enough to cum. Before he had gotten addicted to a certain website he had been a good fuck. Not a great fuck though. Her other boyfriend who was half his age was so much better but there was a certain thrill to dating someone so old. She had been under his computer desk for almost an hour and she was getting tired. He was typing away at his computer muttering under his breath about crazy women. She wanted to stop but was afraid he would get mad. He had a bad temper and she enjoyed being with him. "There! My seven hundredth story! I will be famous now. People will worship me!" Eddie stood up and almost hit Edith in the head with the chair. She crawled out from under the desk and stood up. "I already worship you baby." Edith began nuzzling his earlobe, trying to get him back in the mood. His cock was already soft and she couldn't help but pout. They had been dating almost three years and the last two years had been horrible. She was a sucker for an older guy with money, which was true for Eddie. Eddie had won the lottery a few years ago and was already retired. When they met, he was such a good person. He volunteered at a homeless shelter, donated most of his winnings to different charities, and took care of his sick wife. He was amazing and wonderful and when he had kissed her for the first time, she had responded in turn. Edith knew it was wrong. He was married but she liked the idea of being a mistress. It made her feel important and he had written a few stories with her as the inspiration. She had read his stories but most of them didn't make much sense. She wanted to mention that to him but he ranted enough about all the crazy women on the site wanting to sabotage him, she didn't dare say a word. "My wife will be home from work soon. Let's have a quickie then you can leave before she gets home." Eddie walked to the bedroom and began to undress. His dog Pokey was on the bed and he forget completely about Edith. He jumped on the bed and started playing with his dog. He rubbed his back and nuzzled his nose. "How's my little doggie? Were you having a nap? Did mean Daddy wake you up?" Edith just stared in amazement. She was so stupid and crazy. All the name-calling he had said to her was right. She was delusional in thinking that he was indeed a good person. "I'm going to go now." Edith wanted him to say something. She wanted him to stop her. She didn't get what she wanted. Eddie just waved her away. His dog was more important then any woman. A woman was only good for a few things but a dog would always been loyal and trustworthy. He cuddled with Pokey then decided to log back onto the computer. He searched through the new stories and gasped when he saw that a certain author had posted ten new stories in one day. "That's it. I can't take it any more." Eddie stood up and stomped around the room, throwing things like a child having a temper tantrum. "They can't do that. It's not fair. I'm the best writer in the world!" Eddie noticed that Edith was gone. "Good riddance!" he hissed. "I can't handle three women at once anyway." Eddie quickly sat down and wrote a short story. He didn't care if he used the right names of the people on the site. He didn't care if they thought he was childish and stupid. All women were stupid and the women on this site hated him. He continued typing with one hand as he stroked his limp cock with the other. He needed to feel aroused to write this story and it wasn't working. No matter how hard he tried, his cock was not responding. He was not going to admit he was getting older. He shivered, since the space heater in the office had gone off. The mansion was cold and empty as he typed out the last words of his story. "There. I'll show them." Eddie didn't even care if the story made sense. It was more then two thousand words and therefore made it a good story. He was making fun of other authors but it was just for fun. He didn't mean any of it. He was just being funny.