0 comments/ 557923 views/ 68 favorites Easy Mom By: J Inspired by Ricky Call it luck, fate or destiny, but I never thought that the huge headache that forced me to come home from college unexpectedly one Tuesday afternoon last fall, would be the cause of such thankfulness for me. But it was this throbbing behind my eyes that caused me to be in just the right place at just the right time. I went up to my room and pulled the thick curtains so that no light shone in from outside and lay on my bed and tried to go to sleep. The house was empty. It was about one in the afternoon and Dad was working a day shift this week and Mom wouldn't be home until about three o'clock. I must have drifted off because the next thing I remember is being woken by the sound of voices from downstairs. My blurred eyes told me that my bedside clock was showing 4.10 pm. I recognized one voice as that of my Mom's but couldn't recollect to whom the male voice belonged, although I was sure I had heard it before. As my senses came back to normal, it suddenly hit me who it was with Mom in the living room. It was her Dad, Frank; my Grandfather. Grandad in our house, now that was a big surprise. The story I had managed to pick up from whispered conversations between family members over the past six years, was that Mom had caught her Dad coming out of the widow's house next door to where Grandad and Grandma lived. He was doing up his trouser zip at the time and it was clear to Mom what he had been up to. Mom had no hesitation in telling Grandma what she had seen. A great row developed, after which Grandad was thrown out of his house. A messy divorce followed and he had been an outcast ever since as far as the family was concerned. So to hear his voice downstairs after all this time came as something of a shock. I bore no ill will towards Grandad. I was too young at the time to know what was happening, and now that I was older, adultery seemed to be commonplace and almost acceptable. So I got up and decided to go down and say hello to the old geezer. I opened my bedroom door and stepped out onto the landing, but what I heard from the living room made me freeze in my tracks. Grandad's voice was raised. Of course, Mom had assumed the house was empty, so she had no need to ask him to speak lower. They were clearly having an argument and then I heard Grandad say that people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. I was curious as to what he meant and from Mom's question, I realized that she was too. 'Have a look at these photos', I heard him say to Mom. There followed about two minutes of silence, which was finally broken by Grandad's bitter, yet triumphant voice. 'It's amazing what a cab driver sees at two in the a.m. I was sure pleased I had my camera that night. I think you'll agree, Barbara, the one where you're being fucked from behind, and the blow job shot for that matter, are pretty good in terms of clarity.' He went on to say that it had been worth the wait because now it was his turn to ruin her marriage. Clearly, he had just shown Mom photographs of her with another guy. I remembered she had gone out dressed to the nines last Thursday, while Dad was working a night shift. I must say that to hear of my own Mom's infidelity like this came as a bit of a shock. I crouched lower to try to listen to how the conversation developed. Grandad went on to say that he'd post a photo to Dad every day until he heard through the grapevine that they had split up. He said that even if she came clean and told Dad the truth, once he saw the evidence she would never be able to hold the marriage together. From where I stood, I had to agree. It certainly looked as though my cozy little family unit was about to be torn apart. What I heard next shocked me even more. 'Of course, there is an alternative', began Grandad, 'there always is'. 'What would that be?' Mom asked. 'Well, since that day when you changed my life forever, I haven't been with a woman. My hand has been my only friend. The only way you get to keep your marriage intact, Daughter dear, is to become your loving Dad's sex slave'. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Grandad was actually trying to blackmail his own daughter, my Mom, into having sex with him. Mom couldn't believe it either and told him to get the hell out. Grandad came out of the living room and walked towards the front door. I leaned back further into the shadows so as not to be seen. 'No matter', he said, 'either way I win. But it was worth a try. See you in the divorce court Barbara. It'll be me on the front row' Grandad put his hand on the door handle and turned to open it. 'Wait, Dad'. Mom said as she came into view in the hallway. 'What will I have to do?' 'Everything and anything I want you to do. That's the idea of being a slave'. Grandad replied. He went on to tell her that he'd use her once every two weeks when Dad was on night shift. She was to make certain that I was out for a couple of hours on the evening that had been arranged. He told Mom that this would be an indefinite arrangement until he couldn't get it up anymore or he died. There was silence for a few seconds and then I heard Mom agree to her Dad's demands, defeated and resigned to a life as his sex slave. 'Next Friday evening, eight o'clock', Grandad ordered, 'Make sure you're alone for a couple of hours. Hold ups and high heels, nothing else. OK?' 'OK', Mom weakly replied. Grandad left and I crept back into my room. Fortunately, Mom went out. When she came back, I was in the kitchen acting as if I'd just gotten home from college. Mom was quiet that night and kept looking at Dad the way you look at someone close that you haven't seen in ages; almost hoping that by staring hard enough, you can lock them up in your thoughts forever. I know I should have felt angry for what Grandad was forcing Mom to become, but all I felt was arousal. Mom was only thirty eight years old and a real looker. Long blond hair, great pouty lips, an hour glass figure, slim legs and all packaged into a five foot four inch frame. I went to bed and jerked off with the thought of Mom as my slave. Next day, I knew what I had to do. I've got a friend in the natural history wing of the college, and I told him that I had a foxes den in my back yard. I asked if I could borrow any kind of filming equipment for a while. He was delighted in my sudden interest in wildlife and said that I could use some of the sophisticated, state of the art hardware owned by the college for a couple of weeks. I couldn't believe my luck. The following Friday came. Dad's night shift meant that he wouldn't be leaving the house until about four o'clock, just about when I got home. Mom works late on Fridays and that would give me about an hour alone in the house to get my act together. I had decided to plant a camera in Mom's bedroom in the hope that that is where she and Grandad would make out. If I could get them on film, then not only would I have a chance to blackmail Mom as well, but I might just get free cab rides when I liked too. Dad had already left for work when I got home so I set about my business. I took the camera into Mom's bedroom and looked for a good place to put it. The camera itself was housed in a small black wedge shaped box, about three inches across at its widest point. I placed it on the dressing table underneath Mom's jewelry box. I was pretty sure that she wouldn't see it there and the dressing table was bang in the centre of the wall opposite the bed. The cable was the only problem. I draped it behind the dresser and managed to tuck it under the edges of the carpet around the room to the door. I did the same on the landing and threw it into my room, which was next door. The only part that was visible was across the threshold of Mom's bedroom. But the cable was the same color as the wooden board and I was pretty certain that it wouldn't be spotted. I plugged the other end of the camera cable into the back of my VCR and switched on the TV. Wow! I couldn't believe my eyes. The resolution of the image was as good as a normal television channel and I could pan the camera so that it covered the whole room. I placed a blank cassette into the video and went downstairs. Mom came in just after five. Every day that week she had asked me if I was going out on Friday as I usually did. She asked me again and I confirmed that I wouldn't be back till after eleven that night. Mom seemed jittery, but who could blame her? Around seven o'clock I said goodbye to Mom and left the house. I walked around the corner to where I could see her bathroom window. When the light came on, I knew I had about five minutes to sneak back into the house and up to my room. I made not a sound as I tiptoed up the stairs and passed Mom's room. I could still hear the shower on and knew that she wouldn't hear me anyway. Once in my own room, I pulled the curtains and placed a towel at the bottom of the door to stop any light from the TV shining onto the landing. I was ready. At seven fifty five, I turned on the TV and put on the headphones that came with the equipment from college. Mom was walking around the room making sure everything was neat. She was wearing a knee length black robe and I could see that she had put on sheer black hold ups and four inch black patent pumps, as ordered. Suddenly she made for the door as the front door bell rang. As she left the room I took of my headphones so that I could hear her greet Grandad. Grandad was the first to speak as Mom opened the front door. 'Hello Barbara, I've brought a friend with me. I hope you don't mind a little three way fun?' Mom asked Grandad and whoever was with him to come in. Grandad said he was keen to get on with things and ordered Mom upstairs just as I hoped he would. As the three sets of footsteps came nearer, I heard Grandad tell Mom that he hoped she was not wearing anything else under that robe, for her sake. I put my headphones back on and took my spot in front of the tube. At last the bedroom door opened. Mom walked in and went to the far side of the room. I panned across back to the door just as Grandad walked in. I had seen photos of him but I hadn't really expected him to look as old as he did now. But I guessed he must be pushing sixty five. The other man came out of the shadows on the landing into the room encouraged by Grandad. When I saw him, I realised just how much Grandad hated my Mom. He must have been about six two or three, skinny as a rake, wearing a tattered old overcoat and torn trousers with no socks and a pair of battered old jogging shoes and was so grimy that it was hard to tell the colour of his skin. Not that there was that much on show. He had a long, tangled dirty beard and moustache, yet was almost bald. 'You'll have to forgive the appearance of my friend here, Barbara. You don't get much chance to bathe living out on the streets. But he'll make up for it with his keeness for you. You see, he's like me, he hasn't had a woman for years either.' Grandad turned to the hobo and said, 'Go git her boy, she's all yours' The man stepped slowly towards Mom. I panned the camera to get them both in shot and made sure the tape was rolling. Mom moved back but eventually was blocked by the wall. As the dirty tramp got closer, he took off his overcoat and threw it on the floor. That was followed by his shirt, revealing a dirty, grime covered torso underneath. From out of shot I heard Grandad tell Mom that she should show her guest some more hospitality and ordered her to take off her robe. Mom had little choice but to obey. The vagrant stood still and licked his lips as Mom undid the tie that held her robe together. It parted at the front, and I saw the tramp start to rub the bulge in his soiled trousers. Then it was off, and Mom stood naked in front of them wearing only her hold ups and heels. The tramp's mouth parted, revealing six or seven blackened, rotten teeth. He lunged at Mom. She cringed as his mouth found hers and with her head in a vice made from his hands, she twisted in vain to escape his fat, slobbering lips. My dick was hard as rock as I watched this human excrement ravish my own Mom. He moved his hands all over her breasts, before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. He stood over her as she lay helpless, and undid the piece of string that he used as a belt. His trousers fell around his ankles revealing his long, thin erection. Mom closed her eyes as he took hold of her high heeled shoes and spread her legs wide. He positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy and stabbed it into her. Mom gasped as his first thrust filled her up. The hobo fell on top of her and as he pumped furiously at Mom's snatch, the contrast between her clean white skin and his sweaty, grimy body made me almost cum in my pants. His long fingernails dug into her boobs and he tweaked her nipples until she cried. Then he bent his head down to her face and began to slobber all over her again. His ass moved quickly up and down as his dick, piston like, continued its glistening travels in and out of my Mom's love box. Suddenly, Grandad appeared in shot, with his dick also in a state of high arousal. He climbed on to the bed next to Mom's face and told the vagrant to give him some room. Grandad lifted Mom's head onto his knees and twisted it so that she faced him. 'Suck me off, Daughter', he commanded. Mom opened her mouth and her Father slipped his meat inside. Keeping his body still, Grandad took hold of the sides of Mom's head and moved it to and fro along his shaft. Her face was now turned away from the camera, but small things indicated to me that she was beginning to enjoy this; the way she began to clench the bed sheet with her fist, her hips moving to meet the vagrant's incoming thrusts, and the soft groans that came from her throat as Grandad fucked her mouth, all gave her away. I couldn't stand it any longer and I took my dick out and began to pull myself off. Mom was covered in a glistening sheen of perspiration now. And because of this, some of the grime had transferred itself from the hobo's skin onto hers. She looked as filthy as he did. And I could see the dirt on Mom's body wherever his hands had touched her. Eventually, the hobo's face became contorted and I knew he was near to emptying his load. His nails had made runs in Mom's hold ups as his body reached a climax. With a roar he pulled out of Mom and quickly moved up to straddle her breasts. He pulled quickly at his throbbing penis and at last he shot pints of hot, white muck over Mom's face and hair. Her left hand went to the tramp's balls and she gave them a good squeeze and I knew for certain that she was now enjoying her role as her Father's sex slave. Seeing the hobo cum over Mom had the same effect on both my Grandad and me. But where he got to empty himself down Mom's inviting throat, my load went over the table that the TV was resting upon. Both men stood up to get dressed, leaving Mom lying shagged out on the bed. Grandad had made certain that any of the vagrant's juices still covering Mom's face was scooped up and put into her mouth. As he left, he assured Mom that in two weeks' time it would just be him and her, and that he would make sure that the hobo didn't know where she lived by blindfolding him on the way back as he had done on the way in. I heard them close the front door and Mom dragged herself into her bathroom. That gave me the opportunity to get out of the house and to return after eleven as expected. Mom wasn't up when I returned and the lights were out in her room so I assumed she had gone to sleep. I knew that I could retrieve the camera the next day and no one would be the wiser. A couple of days passed and I had finally worked up the courage to approach Mom with my offer. Dad was still on his day shift, and Mom and I were alone. With my heart in my mouth, I heard myself tell Mom that I had a great new video that I thought she would like. She told me to get it and play it downstairs. I was trembling as I placed it in the VCR and pressed 'PLAY'. If you've ever passed a TV store in the street that has had a camera pointing out at the passers by, you'll know the delay when, at first, you don't recognise yourself on screen in their window. That is how it hit Mom. She knew the room in the video, but for a second or two she didn't know where she knew it from. It all became crystal clear as she saw herself enter, followed by Grandad and then the tramp. Her mouth dropped open as I let the story play out. I wondered how she would react. At last, Mom turned to me and said: 'I suppose this means that I am to be your sex slave as well?' I looked at her and just nodded. She said that there can't be too many women who have been fucked by their Father and their Son. She asked what the terms were to be. I explained that, like Grandad, I'd want to have her on the week when Dad was on his night shift. I also mentioned that I had two copies of the tape, in case she was thinking of getting smart. Mom said there would be no need for any nastiness as she was quite looking forward to some young meat for a change. Encouraged by her reaction, I asked if we might go fuck now. 'It's too risky, your Dad will be home any time now', she began, 'but I could give you a quick blow job in your room, if you like'. Mom took me by the hand and led me upstairs. As we walked, she said that what she'd really like is if I took her out on a proper date. She said that she'd be certain to give me lots of attention and flirting. With my dick getting ever harder I suggested that next Friday might be a good night and we made it a date. Mom pulled me into my room and left the door ajar so that we could hear Dad come in. She knelt in front of me and undid my trouser zipper. It felt like I was in a dream; I was actually going to be blown by my own Mom, just like I had fantasised. I looked down at her below me. Mom was having trouble getting the zip over my bulge so I kind of breathed in to make it easier for her. At last my pants were undone and, using both hands, Mom pulled the top of my shorts down thus freeing my hard on. I think she was impressed. 'My, my', she exclaimed, ' you have grown bigger since I last saw your little man. I know I'm going to like this' I still think about that first touch of my Mom's hands on my most private organ. Surely, this is what every boy dreams of at least once in his life, if he's honest. Coyly, Mom looked up at me through half closed eyes as her hands pulled back the foreskin of my prick. It was already wet, and as she moved the tip of my knob around her face, it left a trail like a snail. She flicked her tongue into my slit and I felt my knees begin to buckle. Mom then opened her mouth wide and, still with her gaze holding mine, slowly enveloped my dick. Her mouth was succulent as it went about its business of bringing me to ecstasy. Mom's head began to move quicker back and forth and her right hand was at the base of my dick, gently wanking me. She twisted her head so that every time my dick thrust in, it made her left cheek bulge outwards. This, and the combination of her seductive stare, finally sent me to heaven. Mom sensed I was cumming and started to pull me faster. I exploded into the warmth of her mouth just as Dad came in through the front door and asked if there was anyone home. I could hardly breathe, let alone speak, and as Mom stood up in front of me and shouted that she'd be right down, I could see the final traces of my semen in her mouth before she swallowed. With a final wipe around her lips, she let go of my dick and gave me a smile and told me she was looking forward to our date. I had to take the camera back to college, so I didn't know how Mom got on with Grandad when he came around the following Wednesday, and I didn't ask. I came home around four on the Friday and Dad was still at home. I told him I had to get to the bathroom to get ready as I had a hot date that night. As he left for work, Dad shouted up that I should give the lucky girl one for him. Oh, I'd do that alright I thought. Mom had asked me to wear a suit, and she was at home when I got dressed and went downstairs. Easy Mom She said that we should do this properly and that I should go out now and call for her at seven thirty. I went to a nearby bar for a drink and called back to my house at exactly the time arranged. I felt like a nervous youth on his first date. Although I had a key I decided to ring the doorbell. After what seemed like minutes, the door was finally opened and Mom stood on the other side looking like a million dollars. She had put her hair up so that it stood high on top of her head and her lips were painted a shiny deep red. Around her long slim neck she wore a black choker of pearls. She wore a little black dress, fitted to the curves of her body and strapless. Her legs were covered in sheer black nylons and on her feet she wore a pair of five inch, black sandals with straps that went twice around her ankles. 'Like what you see?' Mom asked. 'You look gorgeous, Mom', I replied. 'Don't you think you'd better call me Barbara tonight, honey?'. 'No way', I began, ' Tonight I'll be fucking my Mom, that's what is such a turn on. I don't want to forget who you are for one minute'. I took Mom's arm and escorted her to the car. I opened the door and as she climbed in, the hem of her dress rose up revealing almost all of her thighs. I could feel my shorts were wet already. I had booked a table in a restaurant out of town, knowing that we wouldn't be recognised. I took great delight in making sure everyone knew we were mother and son. During dinner in a quiet booth, Mom came around close to me and rubbed the inside of my calves with her heels. We finished dinner around ten, and I really wanted to get back and fuck Mom's ass until my dick was too sore to be touched. But she persuaded me to take her out dancing. She said that the anticipation would be divine. The night club was dark, the music dirty and the floor was quiet. I ordered a couple of drinks and wondered if this was the place where Grandad had spotted Mom with the guy who'd fucked her in those photos. Mom teased me with the drinking straw as she ran her tongue around it before placing it between her ruby lips. She pulled me onto the dance floor as an old Barry White record came on. We held each other close, and the scent of Mom's perfume and swaying of her hips against my crotch drove me over the edge and I brought my mouth down fiercely over hers. I had kissed Mom before, as a son does kiss his mother, but now our lips were parted and our tongues explored each other's mouths the way lovers do. I ran my hands over her back and down to her ass. I gripped her cheeks and she kissed me harder. I could tell that she wasn't wearing any panties. The horny bitch wanted this as badly as I did. I told her that I had had enough and that I wanted us to get down to some serious sex. I took hold of her arm and dragged her to the car. When I got in, I looked across at her. Mom had crossed her legs towards me. The tops of her hold ups were showing as her dress came high up her legs. Her strappy sandal brushed the knob of the gear lever and I was aware of what she was suggesting. I drove homewards at speed. I put my hand on Mom's nylon covered knee. It felt electric. As the moonlight filtered into the car I observed my hand as it travelled along her long, slim thigh. At last I reached the top of her hold ups and touched her bare skin. Mom uncrossed her legs and I looked down to see that her knees were well parted. I let my hand move further up, slowly, very slowly. All of a sudden, Mom turned to me and told me to pull over and fuck her there and then. I told her that there was too much risk of us being caught and that we'd be home in ten minutes anyway. 'I can't wait that long, honey'. Mom pleaded. 'At least stop and eat my pussy'. I knew there was a pull-in about a mile ahead so I told Mom that I'd lick her out there. In the minute that it took to get there, Mom squirmed as she rubbed the tops of her thighs together. She was obviously dying for it. As the car came to a halt, Mom pulled my head down to her cunny before I even had time to engage the handbrake. She was completely bare of pubic hair, and on that bright night, I could see the moisture shining on her swollen pussy lips. I put my tongue in Mom's snatch as far as it would go and devoured her sweet love juice. Mom was pushing the back of my head but I was in all the way already. I found her clitoris and flicked at it rapidly. It was just like a hard, little prick. Mom started to groan loudly and I was pleased we had the parking area to ourselves, even though I was aware of cars passing by. Mom thrust her hips into my face and I bit and chewed on her clit until, with a cry of 'Yes, yes , ohhhhhhh yesssss, Mom finally had an orgasm. As my head left her crotch, she told me, in panting breaths, to get home as quickly as I could because she wanted to be fucked bad. Five minutes later, as I was about to pull up outside our house, Mom leaned forward in her seat and told me to pull down the zipper on the back of her dress. As I did so, she held the front of the flimsy material over her breasts. She was out of the car and teetering up the beech lined path towards the front door before I had unfastened my safety belt. I glanced at where she had been sitting and noticed she had left about a three inch circle of dampness. As I got to about ten feet behind her, Mom stopped and took her dress off completely. She sauntered the rest of the way in just her hold ups and strappy sandals. As I got to the front door and fumbled to put the key in the lock, Mom knelt down and started to undo my belt. Man was she ready for it or what!. I was so excited that my dick just sprung out as she got the zipper down. The door opened and Mom pulled me in by my prick. By the time I closed the door and turned around, Mom was already spread eagled on the carpet at the foot of the stairs. 'Come on honey, don't keep me waiting any longer, fuck your Mom now', she begged me with outstretched arms. I fell to my knees at her parted legs and thought of what I was about to do. Mom looked so hot and inviting. Her hair was slightly disheveled and the choker of pearls around her slim neck made me want to tie her up and slap her around a bit. The thought of treating Mom rough finally got to my dick and I slammed it into her tight, wet snatch with fury. At first Mom gasped as I filled her up so violently. Then within half a minute she was wailing in convulsions as she climaxed again. I looked down at my poker as it rammed into her. Mom's long nails scratched over my back, and I knew I'd be wanking tomorrow as they acted as a reminder of tonight. I could feel the carpet burn my knees as I pumped at my slut Mom, but I didn't care. Her body was glistening with sweat now, and it made me remember how she had tried to disguise the extent to which she had loved being fucked by the dirty old tramp that Grandad had brought with him. The thoughts of what a filthy whore my Mom was just made my dick even harder. I bent my head and forced my tongue into Mom's mouth. She didn't resist, but just kissed me back even harder. I could feel my balls were starting to erupt and I knew I was only seconds away from cumming. Mom realised it too, and told me she was dying to have her son cum all over her insides. She took hold of my sack and started to gently squeeze it. I could feel my face contort as I tried to hold it back for as long as possible. Mom was encouraging me to let it come. Then, at last, with her soft voice begging me to let her have it, I let my fluids come pouring out into Mom's womb. I rolled off Mom and we both lay down recovering our breath. I told her that she was a dirty bitch and that the thought of treating her roughly was the inspiration for the fuck I'd just given her. She cupped my flaccid meat in her hand and said: 'Yes, I am a dirty bitch. But remember, I'm your dirty bitch. If slapping me or binding me up turns you on, who am I to stop you?' I could feel myself getting hard again in her hands. It would be two hours before Dad got home. I stood up and told Mom, to go up to my room. She asked where I was going. I told her. 'Into the garage, to get some chains.' Easy Money? Jason I was sitting in my office working on some policies I was hoping to renew, when I got a call from an old friend I had not heard from in quite some time. Well, at least not since he became rich and famous. No, he is not a movie star or anything, he is a personal injury lawyer. He advertises all the time on TV. He has become quite successful, and gets a lot of injury cases. In turn, he has made a lot of money. His name is John Wright. One of his ads claim that if you call John, he will make sure insurance companies do it the "Wright" way. We used to hang out some, and play a little golf. That was before he became wealthy. We would play at municipal courses, which is all I can afford. Then he won several multi million dollar lawsuits, got rich, and joined the Country Club. We drifted apart, and I have not seen him very much. My name is Jason Lynch. No, I'm not rich, far from it. I certainly am not famous, but I am a lucky man. I am married to a beautiful, awesome lady that I love with all my heart. Sherri and I have been married 12 years now. We are both 32 years of age, although she still looks like she is in her early twenties. We both work hard at our jobs, but we don't have a lot of money. Neither one of us graduated from college, although Sherri is extremely smart. She could have gotten a degree, then gone on to medical school if she wanted. She chose to take a job as a secretary, and I got a job selling insurance policies on commission. We just decided one day to get married, get jobs, and go from there. We never made it back to college. Two years was enough for both of us. We just decided to go make our way in the world the best we could. We are happy, and we have what we need, although I wish I could give Sherri more. I would love to shower her in diamonds and gold. She says that doesn't matter, but what wife wouldn't want that? Maybe someday I can. We are planning on starting a family in a couple of years. I'm sure that will put even more of a financial strain on us, but we do want kids. Anyway, back to my phone call from John. He wanted to meet me after work at a local tavern for a beer. He said he had a business proposition for me, but wouldn't tell me on the phone. For the life of me I couldn't figure out what business proposition he could possibly have for me. I agreed, besides it would be good to see him again. Sherri was working a little later this evening due to this project she had been assigned, so that would work out to stop by the tavern for a little bit. I walked into the tavern and spotted John sitting at the bar. He motioned for me to come over. I ordered a beer, then we sat at one of the out of way tables. We talked for a little while, mostly just catching up on each other's lives. He told me about his financial success, but also mentioned that he had gotten a divorce last year. He caught her cheating in their own bed. He had the best divorce lawyer in the state representing him, so she didn't get much. They also had a pre nup that worked against her. I was wondering when he was going to get around to the real reason he asked me for this meeting. Then he asked about Sherri. "You know Jason, I saw your beautiful wife Sherri the other day when she was having lunch with some of her co workers I assume. I didn't speak to her because I wasn't sure if she would remember me. You are one lucky guy Jason. She is even more beautiful than I remember. How are you two doing?" "Never better John. I think we fall more in love with each other everyday. She is the best thing that ever happened to me." I said. "She sure looks good." He said. "She has gotten on this diet and workout kick. She does look pretty damn good, I have to admit." I said. "Not to get personal or anything Jason, but I bet she is real sexy, and pretty good in the old sack." I didn't care for his last comment, but I laughed and said I had no complaints what so ever. "Yes, you are one lucky son of a bitch, Jason." He said. I finally decided to ask John about his business proposition. "You said you had a business proposition for me John?" "Yes, and it sort of involves Your wife Sherri. Please don't get upset, or take this personal what I am about to propose, Jason." He took a big swig of beer, then said, "How is your financial situation Jason? I mean are you able to provide Sherri with the finer things in life?" "I do ok John. I'm not rich like you, but we have what we need." I said. "Do you ever really get to buy her something nice, and expensive?" He said. "Well, times have been a little tough lately, but I'm sure they will pick up." "Are there any special occasions coming up where you would like to get something really special for Sherri?" He asked. "She does have a birthday coming up in a couple weeks. I would love to give her a gold bracelet, but I can't afford that right now." "As I said Jason, don't take what I'm about to propose personal, but I have a way you can get that gold bracelet for your wife. Don't say anything until you hear me out." He looked very nervous. He took another drink if his beer. "I would like your permission, and a little bit of your help, to try to seduce, and have sex with your wife. When the moment is right, I would only get the one shot. If she goes through with it, I give you three thousand dollars. If she doesn't, or won't submit to me, you still get the three thousand dollars. Either way you get the money, and can buy her something nice." "Let me get this straight, you will pay me three thousand dollars if I let you fuck my wife. Do you think I'm a pimp, and she is a prostitute? You can go to hell John." I started to get up and walk out, but John told me to sit back down, and he would explain. "No, it's not like that Jason. She cannot know anything about this. It will all depend on my ability to use my powers to charm, and seduce her into my bed. We will have to figure a way to get her to my house on a particular night, and the rest is up to me. Even if she remains true to you, and gives me nothing, you get the money." "So let me get this straight. I just need to figure a way for you to get her alone in your house for awhile so you can try to get her to go to bed with you. If she doesn't, I still get the money?" "Yes, and I promise you that there will be no force, or anything kinky. It will strictly be consensual sex between us, and it will only be this one time. If I fail, I will never see either of you again. If I succeed, I will still never call her again." "I can tell you right now you are wasting your money. My wife loves me very much, and would never submit to your charms. I still need to think about it though. How will you pay?" I asked. "If she agrees to come to my house for the entire evening, you will get paid. I will write you a check the next day." He said. "No, if she does agree to be at your house for an evening, then I want the money before hand." I said. "I will tell you what. I'll agree to that, but if she doesn't show, I get the money back, and you must pay me $1000. Also, if you try to tip her off about what I'm doing, you will owe me $3000, and I don't pay." I thought about the whole situation. I am positively sure that Sherri would never cheat on me. She is a very smart lady, and I think very much in love with me. This would give me a chance to buy her a really nice birthday present without going into debt. It was a sure thing. "All right, I will do it, but you're going to pay a lot of money for nothing. Sherri will never submit to your charms. The hard part is finding a way for her to get in the situation you asked for." I said. "I've thought about that. First of all, I need to see her at your house when your not there. Tell her about us getting together today. Then tell her I will be stopping by to borrow a putter from you. I'm sure you have a putter laying around your not using. I don't want you there, so tell her you have a business appointment. That will be easy since you probably sell life insurance, and have them all the time." He said. "What time, and how long do I need to be away?" I asked. "Tell her I will be over tomorrow at 6:30, and I won't be more than an hour. Now I need to know what she likes to do at home. I mean, is she into plants, gardening, house stuff, or what?" He said. "She really likes decorating our house. In fact, she is very interested in interior design. She has even mentioned the possibility of starting her own interior design business. She has read many books, articles, and magazines on design. She absolutely loves it, and is so proud of what she has done to our house." I said. "Perfect, I think I can go with that. My house needs a lot of work. I bet I can get her to my house some evening, and then I will make my move." He said. The way he said it made my heart sink. I hope I know my wife as well as I think I do. I was starting to have some regrets, but didn't say anything. "One more thing Jason. I will be using alcohol, and most women lose all inhibitions when given enough alcohol." He said. "Good luck with that John. She can drink us both under the table. Besides, even though she can hold it well, she doesn't feel the need to drink to relax." I said. "We will see Jason, we will see." I was fixing supper when Sherri walked in. She ran up to me and gave me a big kiss. "Jason honey, is that beer I smell?" "Yes, you will never guess who called me today? He invited me to get together for a beer after work." "Who?" She said. "Remember John Wright? He is the guy I used to play golf with, that is until he got rich and joined the Country Club." "John Wright. Where have I heard that name recently? Isn't he the lawyer always advertising on late night TV for personal injury business?" She said. "Yea. You met him a couple of times briefly when he and I used to play golf." I said. "Yes, I sort of remember. He is very handsome, and was quite charming. So he is very wealthy now. Is he still married?" She asked. "No, he is divorced." "Wow, I bet with those looks, and all that money, he has women chasing after him all the time." I didn't like the way she said that. She seemed a little to interested. "Yes, I guess so. Anyway, he is going to be stopping by here tomorrow night. I have a putter I'm not using, and he wants to try it. I hope you're going to be home because I have an appointment, and probably won't be here." I said. "I will be here. Is that why he called you to get together?" She asked. "No, he just wanted to reconnect, and thought maybe I could be his guest to play at the Country Club sometime." "Honey you can't afford those high green fees. Besides, you're a public course kind of guy, not a snobbish Country Club guy." She laughed. "He offered to cover my green fee. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to play there one time. It is a beautiful course. I would love to try it." "I'm sorry if I hurt you're feelings baby. I didn't mean it like it sounded. I think you should take advantage of his generosity. I'm sure he would show you a good time." She said. If you only knew that you were the one he wanted to show a good time. I was having some doubts, but I was sure my wife would not submit to his charms. Later that night I emailed John and let him know he could stop by. He emailed back telling me the plan again. He asked if my wife ever saw my email, but I informed him she didn't know about this account, or the password. It looked like the plan would move forward. The next evening I prepared to leave the house around 6:00. I told Sherri that John would stop by around 6:30. I also told her how I had mentioned to John about her interior design skills. I told her he wanted to see some of the things she had done to our house. He might be interested in hiring her to do his new house. She seemed pretty excited about that prospect. She loved interior design, and wanted so bad to start her own design business. This could be her start in the business, she told me. I could tell she was becoming excited about him stopping by. Sherri "Bye honey, I hope you sell a policy tonight." I said. "Thanks baby, I need to. I haven't done too well lately" He said. As he walked out the door I couldn't help but love that man. Yes, he was always worried about money. He was always apologizing that he couldn't give me more. Frankly, I could care less. We have what we need, and he makes me happy. My husband Jason is such a kind, and considerate guy. I know he adores me. He is also one hell of a lover. Sometimes he is gentle, and takes his time pleasuring very inch of my body, but sometimes he will just fuck the shit out of me. I love it when he does that. Sometimes a woman just wants to be slammed, and boy can he do it. He has a really nice cock. I wasn't a virgin when I met him, so I have seen a few, and let me tell you he packs some heat. Damn, I'm getting horny thinking about him. I hope he is not gone too long tonight. I'm already starting to get a little wet. It was about 6:35 when the doorbell rang. I answered it, and as expected there stood John Wright. He was very handsome. It was obvious he worked out a lot. He was older than Jason and I. His hair was starting to grey, but it was a very distinguished looking grey. When he shook my hand and spoke, I almost melted in front of him. He was so charming, yet his voice was so firm. I could see him standing in the court room talking to a jury. He would be hard to resist. "Sherri, it is so good to see you again. You are still as beautiful as I remember. In fact, you have gotten more beautiful with age." He said. With that he stopped shaking my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my hand. At first I was flattered, and didn't know how to respond, then I heard those alarms go off in my head. I had this inner alarm system that told me when I was being played. I was very perceptive. I pulled my hand back. "Thanks John, it is good to see you again. Jason told me you called to get together. I hope you two can play some golf again like you used too." "I am hoping we can also." He said. I walked over to where Jason had set the putter, picked it up, and handed it to John. "Thanks" he said. "I'm hoping this will take a few strokes off my score. My putting hasn't been very good lately." John walked over and set the putter by the front door. "Sherri, Jason tells me your learning interior design. I have a new house that needs a lot of work. Jason says you did a great job on this house. Maybe you could show me what you have done, and if I like it, maybe I could hire you to do mine." "Are you serious? I really love interior design, and have really been wanting to start my own business. I would be glad to show you what I have done to our house. Jason has done a lot also. He is an excellent carpenter. He did some remodeling on this house, then I designed the interior." "Well, let's see what all you have done." He said. He followed me around as I went room to room showing him what I had done, and the changes Jason had made. I noticed that every time we stopped to look at something, he stood very close to me. He would act like he was looking over my shoulder, but I could sort of feel him rubbing against me. If I didn't know better, I would think he was trying to arouse me. As a matter of fact, since I was already horny from thinking about it with Jason, I was getting turned on. Not that I wanted John, but he was very handsome, and he smelled real good. When we finished the tour John informed me that he was definitely impressed, and wanted to pursue this further. "I was wondering if you could stop by my house tomorrow after you get off work. I just want you to look at everything, and see if there are possibilities you could work with. It wouldn't take long, plus I have something tomorrow evening." He said. "Sure, I think I can stop by for a few minutes and get an idea of what I would be working with. Just give me the address." He gave me the address, and left. When he left I was going to shake his hand, but instead he gave me a full frontal hug. Not only that, he held it for a few seconds, pushing his crotch into mine. I heard that alarm go off in my head again. Jason came home about twenty minutes later. I greeted him with a big kiss and hug. He took one look into my eyes and knew what I wanted. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. As I sat down on the edge of the bed, he began to get undressed in front of me. By the time he finished, his 7 1/2 inch cock was sticking straight out. I took him in my mouth and swallowed every inch. I played with his balls while I sucked his cock. He grabbed the back of my head forcing me up and down every inch. We both knew this was going to be one of those "fuck the shit out of me" times where we pounded with reckless abandon. He finally stopped me, stood me up, and helped me out of my clothes. He pushed me back down on the bed, and pounced on me. His cock easily slid into my already dripping pussy. "Fuck me hard baby, fuck me hard." I yelled. He fucked me so hard we were both bouncing on the bed as if we were on a trampoline. In no time at all I was screaming from my first orgasm. I say first because Jason has the ability to last as long as he wants. I had two more before he finally shot his load deep inside me. We collapsed into each other's arms covered with sweat, and smelling like sex. Then it became very slow, and passionate, as we massaged each other and kissed. We did this for about an hour before finally getting up to go make supper. Later on we went to bed and made slow passionate love for over an hour. I love my husband with all my heart. He may not be the smartest man in the world, or the richest, but he is my baby, and I love him, and I know he loves me. While we were laying there afterward, Jason asked me if John had picked up the putter. I told him about John's interest in my decorating skills, and wanted me to stop by after work. Now Jason has always been somewhat of a jealous guy. He agreed wholeheartedly, and said I should do it. I would have thought he might object a little of me being at a single, rich man's house without him. The next day I stopped by John's house after work. It was quite large, and very well designed. It was brand new, and like he said, it needed a lot of work with furnishing and decorating. He informed me that he had just moved in. When he answered the door, he gave me another front to front hug. This time he pulled me in pretty tight. He had his arms around my waist, and sort of tried to move a hand on my ass. I broke away before he could. I was really becoming suspicious of his intentions. "I'm glad you could make it Sherri. Welcome to my new home. As you can see it needs a lot of work. Let's go from room to room so you can see everything. If you think it has possibilities you can work with, we will go from there." We walked around just looking at each room. Most of them did not have furniture, decor, or curtains. He also took me into his bedroom, which did have a large king sized bed. Just like at my house, he stood very close to me when we stopped to look at something. He had this weird grin on his face when we were in his bedroom. It's like he had some sort of secret that I was about to find out. The tour took about thirty minutes, at the end of which I told him, "I think I can help you make this house look real nice Mr. Wright." "Please Sherri, call me John. I'm so happy to hear that. Here is what I propose. I will be busy all weekend, but Monday night would be good. I would like you come come over for the evening. I would like it to be rather informal, so maybe I could fix us something to eat, and then we would discuss and write down all your ideas. If I like them, we will discuss the budget and your fee. I would then leave it to you to work out the details, and get started."