13 comments/ 24658 views/ 23 favorites A Slow Descent Pt. 01 By: CharlieB4 G'Day readers, Here is a little story I've been mucking around with for the last couple of months. It will be presented in a few chapters. A big thanks to VR Snow for editing. Cheers CharlieB4 ***** I arrived for the meeting ten minutes early. In my job punctuality is important, client's time is more important than mine. I decided to take a quick look around the property before the potential tenants arrived to make sure everything was in order. Getting out of the car, I took a moment to look at the view over the town from this beautifully high vantage point feeling the brisk blowing breeze below the hem of my skirt against my bare legs. My town, I'd been born here, gone to school here. Got married here, had my two children here, and now worked and lived here. It looked like any other sleepy seaside town. White sandy beach fringed by a road and a string of shops. Stretching back from the Main Street, rows of houses followed along ribbons of tar. Just past the main beach a break wall jutted into the sea where a river disgorged its contents into the sea. It formed a little harbor that had once bustled with fishing boats. Now only three remained, their nets had been cast aside in favor of seating for the whale watching season. A multitude of smaller boats filled the spaces as recreational angling was still allowed but the commercial exploitation of the seas resources had been barred fifteen years ago. After that, many thought the town was doomed but it adapted. A new highway meant we were now only two hours from the city. The falling dollar encouraged many to avoid flying overseas. Instead they travelled to our area insearch of budget holidays in their own country. So started the gentrification of Coloons Bay and early entrants into the property market made a killing. I was lucky enough to be in that first wave but only through tragic circumstances. Ten years earlier my mother passed away and left her house to me and my brother. I talked my husband, who worked in construction, into buying out my brother and fixing it up to sell. We took out a mortgage on our house and spent every weekend for three months making some minor modifications and cleaning it up. It sold at auction four weeks later and we had made twice as much as we paid for it. In the next three years, we flipped seven properties and still owned another three that we rented out. We still didn't have much money in the bank as we had splurged a lot of our profits on a new home for ourselves on the south headland but we were comfortable. The housing market was too high now to make much from dealing so my husband went back to working for someone else. After seeing how incompetent our local real estate people were when we sold our first house, I did a real estate course and now ran my own business specializing in holiday rentals. I'd realized early on the potential of the Internet and had set up a website Coloons Bay Holidays when I was still studying. As a result I am now the go-to person for vacation rentals on this stretch of coast. The big on-line companies like, Stays and Tripadviser, have taken some of my clientele but I try to stay on top by offering a complete service. If you go through me, then I can organize everything you could want or need to do while you're here. Well almost everything, one older gentleman recently requested some female companionship for a few nights on his holiday. I told him I couldn't help him, but I did supply him with a telephone number of somebody else who might have been able to do so. I now ran a thriving little agency that employed two other agents and a receptionist. The two agents, Cindy and Annie, were married women like me with children so we had to be flexible and the three of us worked the equivalent of two person's hours. Our receptionist, Jane, was a young girl just two years out of school. I was putting her through a night real estate course and once finished, I hoped to put her on the road as well. It had been a very eventful ten years. At times my husband and I had sailed very close to the edge, both financially and as a couple, but we survived and now I could see a future where we reaped the rewards. My melancholy reflections were interrupted by the appearance of a black BMW at the front gates. 'Damn' I thought to myself, 'I hadn't even got the front door open. I retrieved a blue coat from the back seat and shrugged it on to ward off the brisk sea breeze as I walked towards the house. House was an understatement for this property, more like sprawling mansion. It was owned by the descendants of one of the pioneers of Coloons Bay. Their great grandfather had run most of the commerce in the original town selling the fishermen their supplies then buying their catch and sending it to the city to resell. He got a cut at both ends but the old guy had a reputation for being fair. His son trashed that and the fisherman formed a coop but by then the family owned all the businesses in town and ran the transport firm that took the co-op catch to market. The house had been started by the first old guy and added to by successive generations hence its sprawling nature. The family no longer lived here having traded the sleepy seaside village for the bustling city many years ago. At the peak of the recent real estate boom they sold all their other properties in town an now only came back to the big house for two weeks either side of Christmas. I was in charge of getting some money in to cover the upkeep by renting it to holiday-makers. I got the front door open and had a quick check to make sure there were no nasty little surprises in the rooms close by. You wouldn't believe what can be left by previous occupants. Leaving the door open, I returned to the three gentlemen standing admiring the breathtaking view next to their car. I had spoken to one of them, an executive from Sony Music, by phone but didn't know which one that was. As I approached them, I took a deep breath, put my smiley face on, and prepared for the pitch. "Good morning folks," I chirped, in a provincial drawl. It always helps to be underestimated. The tallest of the three, walked a few paces towards me his arm outstretched. "Helena?" He inquired and I nodded shaking his hand. "I'm Jeremy, from Sony; I spoke to you on the phone." He was about six three, trim, clean shaven, young, good looking and no doubt taut under an expensive wool suit. He indicated to his two companions, they were shorter and when I looked more closely at them I saw they were twins, identical twins. "You'll have to help me here guys," Jeremy said to them, "now you're out of the car I don't know who is who." The one on the left held his hand up, "I'm Jamal," he offered with a smile. "And I'm Isaiah." The other one added. "Together they are better known as 'II (two) by 9' the hottest dance act in the last decade." Jeremy beamed with pride. To me they just looked like two black Ivy League college boys. They too wore smart suits, leather shoes, were clean-shaven, with clipped nails and short neat hair. When Jeremy had contacted me looking for a place for a group to record some new songs I was very reticent to discuss my listings. I thought all modern musicians were scruffy, obnoxious dickheads and wasn't keen to let them loose in any of the properties I managed, especially one as prestigious as the Tyler mansion. However, Jeremy had been insistent. He'd seen the photos I'd posted on the website and wanted to come and have a look. I showed them around keeping a close eye on Jamal and Isaiah. As my father used to say, "You can polish a shit but it still stinks." Anyway the boys passed all my tests, being polite and courteous for the whole time I was giving the tour. In fact, they were quite charming and by the finish of our inspection, our banter could almost have been described as mild flirting. We finished in the ballroom on the northern end of the house. It had the three of them excited as they discussed the potential of it as their recording space. I explained the French doors that opened out onto a patio area in front of a pool were all triple glazed which would help keep outside noise from intruding. There were also heavy drapes that could be drawn to stop any echoing. Jeremy asked if they could bring in some carpet to put on the floor to soften it as well It was time to talk turkey and Jeremy asked how much for eight weeks. Winter hadn't loosened its grip on the bay yet so we were in the off season but I added a bit to the usual off-peak rate as I felt Sony could probably afford it. Jeremy didn't bat an eyelid before he accepted the figure and I wished I had asked for more. After that we arranged the logistics of dates and times then they left. Two weeks later I was back at the Tyler place again, opening it up for the advance party of technicians. A couple of trucks filled with equipment and carpet were wheeled in and set up in the ballroom over the next few days. I greeted Jeremy and his BMW again. Following him up the drive was a pimped up F 250 pick-up. Jamal got out of the back and Isaiah out of the passenger door. They greeted me warmly, coming close enough to air kiss my cheek. My nose for trouble twitched when another person got out of the driver's seat. He was short and stocky wearing oversized sunglasses. In contrast to the others immaculate clothes he wore a hoodie with unruly dreadlocks poking out of it at various angles. When he walked around the pick-up the rest of his attire came into view. It consisted of a pair of oversized shorts then a small patch of bare black legs before some large basketball shoes with no laces. Jeremy, sensing my hackles had been raised, stepped between us to introduce the newcomer. "Helena, this is 10K, he is a well-known rap artist and he is going to be producing and collaborating on II by 9's tracks. We are going to call the album II by 9 plus 10." He chuckled at his own cleverness. 10K stepped around Jeremy and looked me up and down. "Umm lady, you are fine. If the rest of the bitches in this town look as smokin' as you, we is going to have a good time here." Without waiting for a reply he strolled past me continuing up the path and through the front door. I was stunned, Jeremy intervened again. "Ahh, that is actually quite a compliment." He said, in a pathetic attempt to sooth me. Jamal, I think, came closer and placed his smooth, cool hand on my arm. "We'll keep an eye on him." He and his brother moved after 10K. I handed Jeremy the keys and walked to my car. As I drove away a feeling of unease swept over me. Firstly, because of the scruffy individual I had just let into a heritage listed mansion, and secondly, the tingle I felt when Jamal touched my arm. I managed to put it all out of my mind and continue on. The next week I'd almost forgotten about the whole thing when I got a message. I was showing two prospective buyers around some houses and to give them my full attention I'd turned my mobile off. Just before I got to the last house I turned it back on, found and checked the message. It was my receptionist Jane, Jeremy had contacted her from the city to tell her the toilet closest to the ballroom in the Tyler mansion was blocked. The smell was so bad they had to stop work. She'd got onto our usual plumber and was going to meet him at the house at two thirty. In our management contract we were allowed to authorize minor repairs, but I also liked to have someone there with the tradesmen to sight the problem and okay the expenses. Jane had done well. That's why I liked the girl, she showed initiative. Rather than wait for me to deal with it, she solved the problem herself. Normally, she would have asked Cindy or Annie, but as it was our off-season, Cindy was on holidays and Annie was having a family day with a sick child. Consulting my watch, I found it was three thirty. As there were no more messages, I assumed the problem was fixed. I switched my phone to silent and continued to negotiate the sale. At four thirty we'd been through three more homes and I realized my prospective buyers were perpetual lookers. They wanted five-star luxuries for a three-star price. I knew as we said goodbye and promising to be in touch, they wouldn't ring me and there was no point ringing them. I pulled my phone out of my bag to check for messages or missed calls before I turned for home. I had four missed calls and two new messages. They were all from the one number, one of the property owners we managed bookings for. He'd taken a week off work to do some maintenance on his house. The last tenant we had let it to took off without dropping off the key so we changed the locks. He was at the office to pick up a new set and it was closed. I wasn't sure what had happened. Jane was supposed to be there until five thirty. I got to the office as quickly as I could, ringing the client and trying to ring Jane on the way. After a groveling apology, I placated my owner and got him his new set of keys. I tried Jane again, but it just went to her voicemail. At five thirty, I locked up and went to the last place I knew she had been, the Tyler mansion. The gates were open so I continued up the driveway. Halfway up, I could see Jane's Honda Civic parked on the circular driveway at the front door. My anger mounted. What the fuck did she think she was doing? I parked beside her car and strutted towards the front door. I was about to knock loudly when I noticed it was ajar. Pushing it open, I was immediately assaulted by a bass rhythm blasting from the direction of the ballroom. I stamped towards the noise, but on the threshold of the double entry doors I stopped abruptly shocked by the scene before me. Through the partially open door I could see Jane, well, the lower half of her. She was on her knees on a lounge with her navy skirt bunched up around her hips. No underwear that I could see and I don't think there could have been any from the way one of the twins was stroking his cock in and out of her. He was completely naked and his lean, dark, surprising well-muscled frame glistened with a light sheen of sweat. His dark hands gripped her whiter than white hips as he counted time in and out of Jane like a demented metronome. I hung back in the hallway, staying in the shadows, unsure of what to do. I changed my position slightly and craned my neck so I could see Jane's head. It was bobbing up and down in the other twin's lap. He was sitting on the lounge, one hand on the back of Jane's head, entwined in her flaming red hair. The other mauled her swinging breast that hung out of her open Coloons Bay Holidays shirt. All three were oblivious to anything else, beyond their own pleasure. Jane's mouth lifted off the cock in front of her and groaned loudly above the thumping beat. Her body was shaking wildly as the twin behind her must have increased tempo of his assault. I shifted back just in time to see him back out and let his dick slide up between her ass cheeks. Just as the head appeared above her cheeks a thick rope of cum shot out onto Jane's back and shirt. He pulled back and thrust again sending another stream forward to splatter on her. I heard Jane groan again this time in frustration. As her lover pulled back a third time, she moved forwards her small white hand appearing between her legs. She pulled his cock down so it re-engaged with her pussy and pushed herself back to meet his next thrust embedding him completely inside her. Now it was the guy's turn to moan as he emptied the last of his love deep inside her. They stayed frozen for several seconds, his hands gripping her hips hard causing the flesh under his fingers to redden. Finally, he loosened his hold and sat back on his haunches and Jane slumped forward. Both were breathing heavily, but there would be little time to rest. His brother now stood beside his recovering brother, his cock jutting out menacingly, waiting for his sibling to move so he could get his turn. I studied their bodies, so young, clean, hairless, and hard, oh so hard. I noticed they both had a tattoo, high on their bicep. It was the only difference I could find between them. One was a capital J the other an I. Jamal got off the lounge and Isaiah got on, kneeling behind Jane's prone body. He hauled her backwards impatiently, and then slipped his cock inside her. He started moving but Jane's hand shot backwards and she gripped his hip, holding him still. Changing positions again, I saw Jamal sitting where Isaiah had been. He gently lifted her head, moved closer then let it rest on his thigh. Her head was turned towards me, her eyes closed, mouth slightly open and strands of red hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and cheeks. Isaiah was talking to her softly, pushing the errant hair back off her face. He pulled her shirt and eased it off her arms then undid her bra that was pushed down below her breasts anyway. I thought Jamal was lightly rubbing her back but then I realized he was scooping up the remains of his ejaculation on his fingers. With his fingers coated he bought it close to Jane's mouth. He traced her lips with one sticky finger and her tongue flicked out to taste it. Obviously, Jane liked it and she sucked his finger into her mouth. Her body began moving gently, so I assumed Isaiah had started to fuck her again as she continued sucking all Jamal's fingers clean. Having cleaned his fingers, Jane pushed her body up slightly and turned her head towards Jamal's limp dick lying against his thigh. She ran her tongue along its length a couple of times before sucking the slimy head into her mouth. My breath caught in my throat at the sheer insatiable urges I was witnessing. It was like I'd awakened from a dream as I became aware of the messages my body was sending me and my automatic responses to them. My nipples were hard, pressing against my bra. My left hand hovered over my right breast, my fingers softly stroking my stiff bud. My right hand was bunched into a fist and pressed hard against my crotch through my skirt. My hips were rocking in time with the movements of Jane's body. I pulled my hands away in horror and shrunk away from the open doors, looking around to make sure I was alone. Leaning against the wall, I realized my face was flushed and my heartbeat roared in my ears. I couldn't go and confront Jane now. They would know, they could tell from my disheveled appearance that I had watched and enjoyed their decadence. I turned and retraced my steps to the front door, trying to time my footfalls with the bass beats. Closing the front door behind me, I hurried to my car and quietly rolled back down the driveway, relieved to have escaped detection. * * * * * * * * * * * 10K Or so she thought. Unfortunately, for Helena I had seen everything from the moment she drove up the driveway. I'd stood on the first floor landing as she walked in, her anger obvious. Then the abrupt halt before she entered the open doors of the ballroom. I'd seen the shock turn to interest and then desire. The feelings mirrored my own, at first I was waiting for the confrontation as she stomped towards the doors. Then I was surprise as she stopped and peeked through the doors, and finally my cock had grown hard in my shorts watching her pleasure herself. I was almost caught as she had stumbled back looking around wildly, but luckily she didn't look my way first so I ducked out of sight. I slowly rubbing my dick watching her drive away from my bedroom window. "I hope I see you again Helena, one day very soon." I thought as she turned out the driveway onto the main road. * *. * * * * * * Two kilometres down the road, I pulled over. I clamped my shaking hands between my legs and tried to calm my breathing. What happened in the previous twenty minutes had shaken me to my core. I wasn't a prude but I suppose compared to many of my friends, I was sexually in-experienced. My husband was the only man I'd ever slept with. He was my first boyfriend. In my speech at my wedding reception, I'd described him as my first and my last. A Slow Descent Pt. 01 We had sex regularly, averaging once a week. Which I felt was fine for two people working full time with two children. Almost exclusively, it occurred in our bed and generally after some groping foreplay lasted less than five minutes. My closest friend Cindy and her husband had dabbled in swinging and sometimes regaled me with stories of their lengthy sexual exploits with her online hookups. It just seemed such a waste of good sleeping time to me. I'm sure my husband would like a bit more at times, but he took care of excess urges himself. I remember the first time I saw him jerking off to some pornography on the computer in the home office. It was six months after the birth of our second child. I'd taken a little while to get back into the swing of things, so to speak. A baby with reflux and a toddler tend to make anything that interferes with what little sleep you get seem like an unaffordable luxury. I wondered what was wrong with me and confided in Cindy about what I'd seen. She laughed. "Whatever takes the pressure off girl? Just be glad he is happy with a two dimensional surrogate. Put a lock on the door so the kids don't blunder in and be sure to give him the required space when he goes in there." So that's what I did and it seemed to work for us. Sometime after, I asked him to get a XXX DVD for us to watch together when we went away for a weekend without the children. He was reticent to do it but I insisted, thinking maybe it was something we could enjoy together. I was wrong, he was uncomfortable watching it with me beside him and I didn't like it at all. So why had I just stood for fifteen minutes watching and enjoying a live show? I bowed my head and closed my eyes, rubbing my temples with the heels of my palms. It was just an aberration I told myself. I'd admonish Jane tomorrow for leaving the office unattended and move on. The last hour no longer existed. Taking a deep breath, I started the car and headed for the sanctuary of home. The mundane jobs of home soon dulled my thoughts. Cleaning up, making sure homework was done, getting dinner on, and doing a load of washing. In no time I was exhausted sitting down with a small glass of wine before bed. Jim, my husband, was watching some cop show on the television while I checked my e-mails on a tablet. There was the usual junk in my inbox. Why did I subscribe to all this stuff? After deleting twenty, I clicked it off and told Jim I was heading to the shower then bed. In bed I grabbed the novel my daughter had given me for my last birthday. It was some vampire fantasy and usually after three pages my eyes would be drooping. Tonight was a little different, I just couldn't unwind. I put the book down and flicked off my light, but I couldn't get comfortable. Jim came in with a towel around his waist. I pretended to be asleep, but was watching him discretely as he dried himself. I looked at his penis; it was pretty close to the size of the twins. When Jim took my virginity it had hurt and really, for the first couple of months of our sexual exploration, the physical act of making love wasn't pleasant for me. I didn't say anything and gradually I got used to it and soon enough enjoyed it. Maybe that's why porn didn't work for me, the constant obsession it has for bigger is better. Jim's testicles hung lower, but I don't remember him ejaculating as much as Jamal had. Don't be silly I told myself, Jim had only ever cum inside me so how could I tell. He got into bed and turned out his light. I moved over to cuddle up to him. "I thought you were asleep," he said with a yawn. "Can't I give my husband a hug?" I replied, slipping my hand into his pajama pants. "Oh yeah!" Jim said, turning to face me. His hands came straight up and cupped my breasts. Normally, I would have slapped them away and told him to rub my back first to get me in the mood, but tonight I needed this. I actually lifted my nighty so I could have his bare hands rubbing my already throbbing nipples. In no time he was hard and I pushed down his pants as I climbed on top of him. I was on the cusp of an orgasm as I slammed down on his cock the first time. I cannot remember ever being so in need of release. Closing my eyes, images from my afternoon's voyeurism flashed across my mind. It only seemed to heighten my desires as I bounced away like a demented jack-in-the-box. When Jim's hand grabbed my hips I thought of Jamal's dark hands on Jane's pale rump and I lost it. I screamed and grabbed at my aching nipples. Jim kept hammering away as I rode my wave of pleasure all the way to the beach. He gave one final heave and I felt him shoot inside me. I collapsed on top of him then rolled off, pushing the covers off as I did so the open air could cool my sweating body. "Wow!" Jim panted, "Where did that come from?" "I'm a woman of many talents." I replied. "You can say that again," Jim giggled as he turned to cuddle me. I turned as well then snuggled back into his body. We stayed like that, spooning, Jims arm around my chest just below my breasts and one leg thrown across mine. I could feel his wet limp penis resting against my ass. As I drifted off to sleep I wondered what it would feel like to have another hard cock ready to slip into my well fucked pussy. The next morning I woke to find us in our usual positions on either side of the bed. I got up and quickly showered before starting the morning routine of breakfast and school lunches. Jim had a doctor's appointment for his yearly physical. He didn't have to rush off to work so I let him sleep. I was standing at the sink watching my daughter and son walk off down the track to the bus stop. Once they were out of sight my mind wandered. Glancing over at the northern headland my eyes were drawn to the roofline of the Tyler mansion. Images flooded my mind again and triggered a wave of arousal to swamp my body. I wondered if Jane was still there, nestled between two lithe black bodies. Jim came up behind me and placed his cereal bowl on the bench beside the sink. His arms encircled me and he kissed my cheek. I could feel the beginnings of an erection in his pants and I pressed back against him wiggling my butt. Jim was obviously perplexed as this was totally out of character for me. To give him some incentive I lifted his hand and placed it inside my dressing gown on my sensitive tits. Then while he went to work there I reached back and rubbed his erection through his shorts. I needed it in me and told him so. "Fuck me baby, fuck me." I said as I hitched up my dressing gown and pushed down my panties. Jim got his cock out and as he pushed into me he groaned. "Fuck, yesss." This was a carbon copy of the previous night, no preliminaries and no thoughts of the partner's pleasure. Jim gripped my shoulder and hip and slammed into me while I met every thrust so our bodies slapped into each other. No words, no time, just grunting sweaty sex. My eyes remained fixed on the mansion. My clit burned. I'd never liked any version of doggy style unless Jim took the time to rub it. I didn't like doing it myself, probably a throwback to the old nun who taught us personal development in primary school. Her assertion that any self-love was a sin had kept me away from such actions. However, from Jim's grunting, I could tell he was getting close and I just needed a little push. I went for it, using two fingers to rub my neglected nub. I don't know if it was the masturbation, the naughtiness of fucking in the kitchen or the thoughts of Jane and her lovers, but I had a knee trembling orgasm. Soon after Jim slammed into me and yelled his way through his own. He pulled out and stumbled backwards, bracing himself against the kitchen table before sitting in a chair. I let my gown fall back down and gave Jim a naughty smile. "What's got into you?" Jim inquired, I thought he would be ecstatic but he seemed concerned. "Nothing," I replied defensively. "I thought you'd be happy." I added, giving voice to my confusion. "Yeah ... It was great but you know ... you haven't done anything like that before." "And I won't be doing it again if this is the reaction I get!" I snapped as I made for the bathroom. I slammed the door and swore under my breath. My anger flashed or was it guilt? I looked at my reflection in the mirror, 'what had got into me?' I wondered as I regarded my flushed face. Stripping off my clothing, I sat on the toilet. Looking down at my leg I noticed a dribble of Jim's cum on my inner thigh. I scooped it up with my finger and inspected it. Jane's actions the day before had surprised me, I'd never let Jim ejaculate anywhere other than inside me. I lifted my finger and sniffed. Jim's words came back to me 'you've haven't done that before.' Yuck, I grimaced and wiped his seed off on some toilet paper. After a long shower I got dressed for work. Jim had already left for his doctor's visit so there was no further discussion of the morning's events. I drove down the street to the office expecting to find a contrite Jane, but the only person there was Annie. She told me that there had been a message on the answering service from Jane saying she was sick and wouldn't be coming in today. A likely story I thought. Annie and I went through the logistics of how we were going to keep the office open that day. I didn't have a lot on so I would stay most of the day and Annie could do her thing then come back to give me a lunch break. When she'd gone I sat down and contemplated what to do about Jane. She was a good employee and I liked her. Leaving the office unattended without organizing a replacement was unacceptable as was sleeping with a tenant. However, the more I thought about it the more I felt like cutting her some slack. If I'd had my phone switched on, the problem would not have arisen. I could hardly berate her for fraternizing as that would only implicate me as a peeping tom. Yes, I would caution her and let her know my disappointment, but this time she would be pardoned. Jane seemed determined to stretch my limits as she was a no show the next day as well. The following day when she finally arrived thirty minutes late I sent her home. She had dark rings under her eyes and looked like she hadn't slept for two days. Perhaps she hadn't. As Jane left, I noticed a light bandage on her right wrist. Maybe I'd been wrong, maybe she had been sick. The next day she looked much better. I had our little chat and let her know of my displeasure at her tardiness. She was very apologetic and said it wouldn't happen again. Around ten o clock Annie was sitting on Jane's desk gossiping and having a coffee when I heard her gasp. "You didn't?" "I did!" Jane replied proudly and she started unwrapping the bandage on her wrist. My interest was piqued so I went over too. "Jane reckons she got a tattoo." Annie informed me. Jane held her the inside of her wrist up proudly, "see, I told you so." I was a drawing of a brightly colored little butterfly. On closer inspection I could see a figure inside each wing. The Roman numeral for two and the number nine in the other. "It's going to be on the new album cover," Jane gushed to Annie. "I didn't know we had celebrities in our little town Helena?" Annie asked in a mocking tone. "I didn't know they were celebrities." I replied honestly. "I mean I knew they were musicians, but I don't follow that type of music so, you know, it didn't mean anything to me." I left them to their gossip and went on an errand. As I drove away, I wondered if Jane was still sampling the pleasures of those young bucks. They had marked her as theirs. Was that the end? Or the beginning? I pushed the thoughts to one side to stop the images I'd witnessed coming back to swamp me, I didn't need the distraction. Jim and I were back to normal again. I'd stayed pissed with him the rest of that day then I started my cycle. No doubt he was putting it all down to the vagaries of female biology. Jane was back to the diligent employee the next week, no more bleary eyes or sick days so I suspected her music groupie fling was over. I was no longer off limits for Jim and after a back massage on Wednesday night we had engaged in our usual restrained love making. I thought my life was back in its groove. Then on Thursday afternoon, I got another phone call. It was Jane, there were problems at the Tyler mansion, again. Electrical this time, the safety switch for the ballroom kept dropping out. Jane had rung the electrician and was seeking my permission to go to meet him at the mansion and the okay the work. I wasn't going to fall for that one again. "No Jane, I think Annie is over on that side of town this afternoon, I'll get her to drop in." I thought my tone would indicate this wasn't open to debate, but she tried. "But it wouldn't..." I cut her off. "No Jane, I'll organize it. What time will the electrician be there?" "He said four," Jane grumbled, expressing her disappointment. I said a cheery goodbye, then disconnected. I was too far away. Sending Cindy, considering some of her lifestyle choices would be like giving a five year old matches and a tin of petrol to play with. Annie was the best choice, she was older, forty one, than Cindy and I who were thirty five. She'd just celebrated her twentieth wedding anniversary and had three children, eighteen, sixteen and twelve. Annie answered on the second ring. She was in the vicinity and said it would be no problem. I asked her to let me know how it went, and then got back to what I was doing. I was in the Main Street at five when I saw Bob our electrician. I asked him what the problem was and it turned out one of the cords on the recording equipment was damaged and was leaking some power which trigger the safety switch. He replaced the cord and it was fine after. It took him longer to find which cord it was than to fix it, but he was finished before four thirty. I thanked him and was heading home when my pinged to say I had a message. It had been nearly flat so I'd left it in the charging cradle in the car while I went shopping. I pressed the speed dial number for my message bank and Annie's husband, Stevie's angry voice filled the car. "What the fuck Helena! Why did you put an IT training night on at such short notice. It's my bowling night and we are in the quarter finals and now I've got to take the two girls to a school dance. A bit more notice and communication next time please." He was really pissed off, but there was no training night. I whispered under my breath, ' what are you up to Annie?' Before I finished that thought, I had my blinker on and was looking for a place to do a "u" turn. The answer was obvious and it was at the Tyler mansion. It wasn't till I got to the front gate that I questioned why I had come here. To make sure Annie was alright, I told myself but it wasn't very convincing. Sure enough Annie car was still parked on the loop close to the front door. I pulled up beside it and walked to the front door. It was closed but not locked and I went inside. There was no loud music this time and the door to the ballroom was closed. I was going to call out when I heard some noise coming from further down the hallway. I followed the sound and discovered it was coming from the billiard room. The reason for the noise got more obvious as I got closer. "Holy shit! This white momma can suck some cock." It was one of the twins. I pressed myself flat against the wall. I should leave. What am I doing here? Just go. My mind was screaming at me, but my body was responding to the sounds of sex. I inched closer. The door was wide open so there was no chance for any direct sneak peeks. However, across the hallway from the doorway was a large mirror. When I got the angle right, it gave me a clear view. There were three figures at the end of the billiard table closest to the door. The two young men were leaning back nonchalantly against the table, with their pants around their ankles. Annie knelt in front of them facing away from the door. She was alternating between the two hard cocks in front of her. As I explained earlier, I'm not very experienced at the more adventurous sexual stuff, but I know about giving a blow job even if I don't do it very often. I've got to be really drunk and then there's the danger I could throw up so Jim doesn't push me too far. What I was watching was not like any blow job I'd ever read about or attempted. One twin would pull her into his cock then forcefully thrust into her mouth, holding himself completely in her mouth the last time. After a short period he would let go of Annie and she would back off rapidly gasping for breath before the other twin got hold of her and repeated the process. They were literally fucking her face and the way Annie turned her head to accept each new invasion, she wasn't complaining. While one fucked her face the other mauled her saggy tits. Pulling them up by the nipples then slapping them down. Grabbing them tightly so they bulged at the end like muffin tops. There was something so hot about the way they were using Annie and also her submission. I was rubbing my nipples and my clit was burning for attention. I quickly glanced down the hallway and finding it still deserted, I undid the button holding the waistband of my skirt and was about to slip my hand down inside my panties when I came to my senses. What the fuck was I doing? I needed to get out of here. Just then, a cry from inside the room made me look at the mirror again. The action in the billiard room was heating up. The twin receiving Annie's oral ministrations wasn't letting go this time and his thrusting was becoming even more forceful. His brother was kneeling behind Annie, his hand working frantically under the curve of her ass as he had one or maybe more fingers in one of her holes. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, here it cums! Drink it up Annnniiie." He groaned. Annie stayed with him but as he held himself deep she began struggling to get a breath. Realizing this he released her and she pulled back, sucked in some air then went straight back working on the still dripping cock. This bought a fresh round of groans as Annie worked on his now sensitive head. He tried to push her off but she stayed firmly attached making sure he was drained. When he finally got her off she used her fingers to wipe her face and neck and she sucked then clean. Her rest time was short as the other twin stood up and aimed his dick at her face while stroking it. She only had the tip inside her mouth when he started groaning. I could see her working her head backwards and forwards in short strokes accompanied by sighs of ecstasy from the lucky twin. The twins moved away I thought the show was over and my chances of getting caught much higher. Annie stayed kneeling on the floor. She had turned side on and was quietly talking to someone else in the room. Then another figure appeared. He was shorter and with more hair than the boys, but Annie's eyes were only looking at one thing. The tree trunk like phallus that jutted out from between 10K's stout legs. My own needs were momentarily forgotten as I, too, was mesmerized by the immense weapon the rapper was wielding. Just out of Annie's reach he stopped, he asked her in a loud voice. "Do you want this?" Annie just nodded. Her eyes still fixed on the throbbing member bouncing menacingly in front of her. "You understand that I won't be satisfied with just a blow job. I want to fuck you, and I won't stop until I am completely inside you." Annie's reply this time was to crawl the short distance between them and after gripping 10K's dick with both hands try to get her mouth around the fat head. It wasn't what he wanted, grabbing her hair he pulled her roughly to one side and forced her to look at his face. A Slow Descent Pt. 01 "I want you to say it. Tell me I can fuck you." He bellowed. "You can fuck me." She replied meekly. "Beg for it." "Please, please fuck me. I want that big black cock." "That's better." 10K released her and her mouth went back onto his tool. "Yeah baby, get me good and hard." Annie tried valiantly, but she couldn't get much more than the head in her mouth. Giving up she was content to lick up and down the length of his shaft. Lifting his dick higher Annie dipped down and her tongue lapped at 10k's large black balls. He opened his legs more and pulled her head up. "Come on mummy, suck on those balls." He ordered Annie continued her work with gusto, keeping her face buried under his cock while 10K stroked his immense pole. "Oh yeah, you're a kinky old bitch." He goaded her after pulling her back by her short blonde hair. 10K helped Annie back to her feet before moving her to the side and bending her over the billiard table. She laid her head and arms down flat on the felt as 10K slipped in behind her. With his large black hand on the middle of her back and the other half way up his cock as he lined himself up to fuck Annie. "You ready momma?" Her head nodded slightly, and her fingers curled up on the tabletop as if trying to grip the flat surface. The hand gripping his shaft was moving it in a circular motion as I guessed he rubbed his glans against her sex. "Cat got your tongue momma? Isn't it polite to speak when you're spoken too?" Annie mumbled something inaudible. "What you say momma? The boys couldn't hear you." "Fuck me." Annie grunted pushing back against his teasing pole. "Don't they teach you manners in these parts? My momma always taught me to say please." "For god's sake please! Please fuck me." An exasperated Annie yelled. 10K grinned and steadied himself before pressing forward. The resulting gasp from Annie told me the loud mouthed rapper had acceded to her pleading. The room was silent except for repetitive mewing from Annie as 10K worked more of his cock inside her. He was taking his time using short slow strokes. Easing out a little then pushing back in, slightly further each time. With a couple of inches to go Annie's hands were balled into fists and she began to shake as a powerful climax tore through her. 10K kept up his steady assault as she withered in front of him. When Annie had calmed down he called out to Jamal behind him. "Heh, J, come over here." When Jamal arrived, he directed him to lift one of Annie's legs up and bend it so it too rested on the edge of the table. "Hold that leg there so I've got me some room," he ordered before speaking to Annie. "That was the entree momma, now I hope you is hungry because here comes the main course." With that he pulled back until he must have been almost right out of her before slamming himself back in. Annie grunted at the sudden intrusion and tried to move forward but the two men held her firmly in place. 10K repeated his action several more times until his belly slapped against Annie's ass. "Oh yeah momma, I knew you could take it all. Now let's have some fun." With Jamal still holding her firmly 10K sped up his long strokes and Annie's grunts turned to groans, then panting screams. "Yes... Yes... Yes... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oo oh fuuuuuuck." Annie shook and her head lifted off the table as she came again. I was panting too, I'd been so caught up in the action that my hand had slipped into my underwear and I was rubbing myself in time with 10K's thrusts. I bit my lip to stop from crying out as my own orgasm ripped through me. Finally coming to my senses I stumbled to the door the sound of 10K pummeling Annie fading behind me. A Slow Descent Pt. 02 Hi to all, Here is part two of A Slow Descent. I originally envisaged it would only have two parts but as with everything nowadays it got complicated. I'm part way through writing part three at the moment. Reading part one would be a good idea if you want to pick up the story line. Here's a brief outline, Helena a thirty something mother of two who runs a real estate agency in a seaside town employing three other women. Three musicians come to town and Helena rents them a prominent local house to record some music. Helena observes two of her staff, Jane and Annie, in compromising scenes with the guests and is just driving away as the story continues. Thanks to John for taking time away from the beach to do my editing. As always I love to get feedback so leave a comment about your thoughts, positive or negative. A warning though, I will delete racist comments. I left one bad one on part 1 that had the N word purely because the way it was written displayed the author's ignorance. Cheers CharlieB4 ***** Outside I clambered into my car and got moving as quickly as I could. Hitting the highway I pressed harder than normal on the accelerator, determined to get as far away as quickly as possible. Just outside the town limits I heard the whoop of a siren behind me. Looking in my rearview mirror the flashing lights of a police car loomed large behind me. Cursing, I pulled over onto the verge and the police car did the same. Fishing my license from the purse in my bag I rolled down the window and waited. After what seemed like an age the police car door opened and Sergeant Jacobs, the local policeman, strode towards my car. He was a striking figure in his uniform, tall and thick set with impossibly broad shoulders. I'd first met him when I'd sold him and his young Singaporean wife a town house in the Coloons Bay. I remember having to stifle a laugh when I first saw them together, he was six foot three and his wife only five two. As he got closer I found my gaze lingering on his crotch, and the long black nightstick that flopped against his leg. "Helena? I recognized the car but I'd didn't think it could be you driving." He said in a stern voice. "I'm sorry Sergeant." I passed my license out the window. Taking it from me he took off his dark glasses and inspected it before looking back at me. "You do know you were speeding." "I didn't really, I'm very sorry. My mind was elsewhere." He continued to stare at me and I broke first looking down at my hands. "You haven't been drinking have you? You look a little flushed." "Not since a glass of wine last night," I tried my real estate smile to break his harsh demeanor but it didn't work. He finally looked away when a big truck drove past and blew its air horn. I was left staring at his belt, with the handcuffs clipped in a holder on the front. Just as my gaze began to shift a little lower he spoke again. "Helena, have you ever had a ticket before?" "No Sergeant." "Alright then this time you get off with a warning. I didn't have the radar on because I was on my way home from a meeting with my superiors and not on duty. However next time you won't be so lucky. Okay?" "Yes sergeant, thank you." I left the real estate smile in the closet and gave him my genuine one. He gave my license back then turned and strode back to his car and I watched his butt all the way. In my mind I was speculating on the size of his penis. Up until last week I'd only seen one in the flesh and a couple in dirty movies but I felt they were a fake. Well I did then, after witnessing 10K's appendage I wasn't as sure. Back on the road and well within the speed limit I went back to the office. I always kept a change of clothes there just in case I spilled something on myself before meeting a client. There was also a shower in the back and I felt the need to cleanse myself. After letting myself in the backdoor I made sure everybody else had left then undressed and got in the shower. As I soaped myself up I went back over what I'd witnessed a short time before. I couldn't believe that Annie would do those things. Jane was single, footloose and fancy free but Annie had a husband and children. As I washed my private parts any thoughts of Annie's actions were replaced by 10K and his massive cock. The buzz returned as I lingered longer than was strictly necessary and my finger slipping between the folds of my sex. Looking down I spied a long cylindrical black shampoo bottle with a rounded lid. As I reached down for it I checked myself and stood back up. I admonished myself out loud. "My god Helena! Get a grip." I turned around and shut off the hot water. The cold water stung my body but I forced myself to endure the withering spray. I suffered through my penance, washing away my impure thoughts. Fifteen minutes later I was in the Thai takeaway getting our usual Thursday night dinner. At home we were in our usual positions-my husband on the lounge watching the television, my daughter on her mobile talking to a friend and my son playing Grand Theft Auto in his room. Opening the takeaway containers got a hungry husband off the lounge but the other two had to be torn away from their pursuits. We sat at the table and ate, mostly in silence, each in our own little world. With the food gone we returned to our own pursuits, I was left with the cleanup and washing followed by ironing and folding. The domestic goddess was in her element, unfortunately. With the dreary essentials done I slipped into a hot bath for a soak. Afterwards I was in my walk-in wardrobe selecting my night time attire. I found a negligee that Jim had bought me for an anniversary many years ago. Sliding into it I was pleased to see that it still fit except maybe my boobs being not quite as pert hung a little lower. I lay on top of the covers on the bed waiting for Jim, I was in the mood for some action. Sometime later I went looking and found him still perched in front of the television. Why, when there is football on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday do they gave to sometimes play a game on Thursday night. I walked slowly and I thought seductively between him and the television hoping my attire would attract his interest. It didn't, he merely craned his neck to try and not miss any of the game. I plonked myself down beside him and snuggled under his arm. "Who's playing?" "Eagles and the Titans," Jim grunted. "Who's winning?" "Eagles." This was getting me nowhere. I slipped three of the buttons on his shirt open and raked my nails through the hair on his chest. Jim continued watching the game but when I stopped his hand gripped my shoulder tightly to let me know he wanted me to continue. Emboldened, I undid his shirt completely and continued scratching, caressing and tickling his bare chest. When I started unbuttoning Jim's pants he stopped me. "The kids?" He croaked. "Stanley has his headphones on killing things with his play station. Jennifer had a fight with her friend on the phone and has gone to bed." Jim released his grip on my hand and I loosened his pants so I could reach inside and tease him further. I bypassed his rapidly hardening cock and cupped his balls instead. I rolled them gently through my fingers before slipping even further down and rubbing the area where his scrotum attached to his body. This never failed to get him going and a low moan escaped his lips. Jim even closed his eyes at least momentarily and forgot the football. Inching Jim's underwear down I freed his rigid pole. I stroked it with one hand watching it in the light flickering from the television. I couldn't remember ever looking that closely at it before, the head swelled on every up stroke and his remaining foreskin bunched under its flared edges. Little drops of fluid appeared from the slit and dribbled down onto my hand. I couldn't help it, images of Jane and Annie sucking cock at the mansion filled my head. I gave in to my urges and sliding down took my husband's dick in my mouth. Jim gasped, as I enveloped his manhood. I went as far as my gag reflex would allow before pulling back up slowly sucking hard so my mouth made a pop sound as I released it, the back down again. I reveled in every movement and noise Jim made as he squirmed under me. I wanted him to grab my hair and use me the way those black studs had used my employees. I wanted him to take control but he remained passive. I used my free hand to grab at my own breasts before putting it between my legs to satisfy my own aches. Finally Jim's hand rested on the back of my head but only momentarily as the first shot of cum erupted into my mouth. I lifted up quickly in shock; coughing and the second blast went up my nose and into my eye. "Jesus Jim! You could have warned me." I hissed as I wiped away his mess. "Sorry," he stammered, still coming down from his high. "It crept up on me... you haven't ever gone that far before..." "Yeah, I suppose..." I was suddenly very self conscious. I sat back on the lounge while Jim tucked himself back in. I was still horny but reluctant to be the sexual aggressor again. I was getting out of control, it scared me but that only heightened my arousal. I decided on a more moderate approach. "Come on, let's go to bed," I offered casually. "You go. There is still fifteen minutes to go." Jim replied his eyes once again glued to the flickering screen in front of us. "But the Eagles are twenty in front." "A lot can change in fifteen minutes." I'd been dismissed so I got off the lounge and made for our room. At the doorway I turned and looked back at my husband. He'd stretched out his feet onto the coffee table and he had a stupid grin on his face as he idly scratched at his crotch. No doubt pleased that he had combined his two favorite pastimes sex and sport. "Fucking arsehole." I muttered before going to the bathroom to clean up. The next day Annie called in sick, after Jane last week I'd expected it. Her husband wasn't ringing me which I took to mean that she'd gone home the previous night. The weekend was an uneventful affair but Monday morning when I arrived at work Jane and Annie were deep in conversation. Annie had her leg on the desk and was showing Jane a tattoo very similar to hers. It was of a butterfly with the same symbols inside its wings but Annie's had an extra piece. Below was a plus symbol and underneath that 10K. The meaning was obvious and I wondered why they were both so keen to show them off. I left them to gossip but as I walked to my desk I could feel their eyes on me. On top of some other correspondence was an A4 envelope that had just my name on it. The girls had stopped talking and the expectation in the room was palpable as I sat down. Defusing it I moved the stack of letters to one side, put on my reading glasses and fired up my computer instead. "Isn't there something you two should be doing?" I asked curtly. "Yes," they replied in unison. Annie placed a dressing on her new tattoo and put her leg down. Jane went over to her desk, grabbed some files and began placing them into a filing cabinet. Both their eyes kept flicking back to me and the stack of letters but neither said another word. Cindy's arrival back from holidays took the focus off me as she strutted in. Unlike me, Cindy looked to have lost weight during her holiday. Without the constant buzz of work I fell into bad habits but I suspected in Cindy's case it was her bad habits that kept her away from food. For the next twenty minutes she offered hints as to some of the salacious stories we would be hearing over the next couple of months. She was very interested in the girl's tattoos and declared that she would sacrifice herself the next time they required assistance at the mansion. I had some errands to run so I took the opportunity afforded by Cindy's return to slip the unaddressed envelope into my handbag and scurry to the door. It took all my self-control not to rip it open as soon as I got in my car. I waited till I got to my first job before retrieving it from my bag. Inside was a single sheet of writing paper with the Tyler House letter head. It was kept in the bureau beside the telephone. The note was hand written in the same precise formal style as my name on the envelope and reading it took my breath away. Helena, I hope you enjoyed the show. Maybe next time you could come in and enjoy the party. 10K I screwed the paper up into a ball and threw it at the windscreen. My hands were shaking and I was on the verge of tears. Shit shit shit shit fuck! My god, did Annie and Jane know? Is that why they were watching me like hawks all morning? My nervous breakdown was interrupted by the owner of the house I was supposed to be inspecting. He tapped on the window of the car with a concerned look on his face. I gave him the best smile I could muster and got out. "Are you okay?" He asked, his concerned look hadn't been shifted. "Oh yes," I quickly thought up a cover story. "Bloody speeding fines." The guy nodded in agreement and showed me to his house. It turned out to be yet another waste of time. He'd bought the house with a view to retiring in ten years but he was hoping to make some back on his investment in the meantime. I would have gladly listed the house on our site but he was only trying to get my thoughts on what to charge. I didn't help him, if he wanted my expertise he could bloody well pay for it. The next job was much better, a developer building a series of holiday villas. He wanted to pay me to consult with the architect on the designs. I agreed without hesitation. The smile on my face lasted till I parked out the back of the office. Anxiety returned as I reached for my handbag and saw the screwed up note from the rapper. Bracing myself I went inside and was relieved to see just Cindy sitting at her desk. Jane had gone home complaining of an upset stomach and Annie was out chasing up a listing. "What's up Helena?" Cindy asked, "You snuck out of here this morning before we got a chance to talk." "Not much," I replied imitating my teenage daughter. "Come on, you can't fool me that easily. There has obviously been a lot going on while I was away." As Cindy spoke she got up from her desk and walked over to mine. "You would have to ask Jane and Annie about that." "Heh, am I not your best best friend? Do you think I don't notice when you are upset?" "I'm not upset, maybe a bit tired." I slumped back in my seat. "Nine years I've been doing this and the cheapskates who want something for nothing are starting to get me down." "You need a holiday," Cindy said brightly. "I haven't got time for holidays," I let out an ironic laugh. "Make time!" Cindy had her serious face on. "The children and school and Jim's job..." "No excuses, the kids can stay with me. You and Jim haven't been away for ages so he must have some holidays owing." "Cindy..."she cut me off again. "No excuses, your job for the afternoon is to find somewhere luxurious and expensive to go next week." "Hang on, I'm the boss here." I tried to suppress a laugh. "Not next week. Next week you are a lady of leisure. Now hop to it or I'll find somewhere for you, and my choice might be a bit salacious for you." "Slut." I said teasing. "Bitch." She replied giggling as she went back to her desk. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. It had been a long time since Jim and I had been away together. There was also the added attraction of being a long way away from the Tyler mansion. For the rest of the afternoon I searched and rang and cajoled receptionists until I got a fantastic deal. Seven days in a five star island resort for the price of five, with breakfast included and two dinners. Now all I had to do was persuade Jim. He was very late getting home that night and if I hadn't been concentrating on getting him to agree to a holiday I would have been really pissed off. As it turned out he didn't need any convincing, in fact he suggested we get away before I asked. It's funny how that happens.A lot of times I will be secretly scheming something and Jim will surprise me by suggesting it first. I guess you know you're meant to be with someone when you are on the same wavelength. The holiday was good, the place was beautiful and the food delicious. Perhaps seven days was a bit long. By the end of it I realized I would be glad to get back to work. It was a very private place and it wasn't conducive to meeting other couples. That was a relief at the start but after seven days we were both a bit stir-crazy. Still I don't think Jim could complain too much because we did have a lot of sex. Just vanilla married couple stuff but I did work on my blow job technique. I enjoyed the power it gave me over Jim however I didn't let him finish off in my mouth. The office was quiet when I walked in on my first day back. Jane was the only one there as the other two were out doing other things. It appeared everything had gone smoothly while I was away and I was pleased to see our bookings were on the way up. A warm week in the city during my break had turned people's thoughts to summer. I didn't bother enquiring about our guests at the Tyler mansion. I figured if there had been problems the girls would've jumped on it, so to speak, straight away. I knew Cindy was back when I heard the squeal as the door squeaked open. "Ahh, Helena! And how was the holiday? I hope you let your hair down." Her high heels clunked on the floor as she pushed her chair over to my desk before sitting down. "Tell me all about it and don't leave out the juicy bits." "I can assure you my hair stayed on top of my head and the only juice was on the breakfast table." "The breakfast table huh, I always find the crumbs from the croissants get stuck everywhere when I do it on the breakfast table." Cindy said then laughed as I pulled a face. "I was referring to the orange juice." I replied, rolling my eyes. "Girlfriend, if your man's juice is orange you best get him to the doctor." She and Jane both burst out laughing while I remained poker faced. Once Cindy had calmed down I changed the subject. "So how where the children?" "I told you yesterday, they were fine. Nothing to report with those two angels." "And what about here," I waved my hand around indicating I was talking about the office. "No problems, it all ran like clockwork," Cindy said smiling then she leant forward and continued in a low voice. "There was a man looking for you," she whispered raising her eyebrows. My pulse lifted thirty beats a minute and I'd felt my face flush as I thought about the note I got from 10K. "He sounded really hot on the phone and looked even better when I showed him the site for the new development." The confused look on my face caused her to explain further, "you remember the architect for the new holiday villas?" "Oh yes of course," I turned away and rifled through my handbag pretending to look for my mobile hoping the color of my face would return to normal. "We are both meeting him tomorrow afternoon." "Both of us?" It was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "I think I made quite an impression on him." Cindy gave me a knowing smile. "Alright, what time?" I opened the calendar on my mobile and started putting in the appointment. "Two o'clock." "All locked in." I put my mobile back in my bag and contemplated what to do for the rest of the day. "Cindy? Can you cover for me again today? I'm tired after the plane flight and I want to make a nice dinner for the children tonight." "Yeah sure. I'm busy tomorrow morning but I'll see you at our meeting in the afternoon." I went home via the supermarket, I'd felt like old Mother Hubbard trying to get some food on the table the previous night. With the fridge and cupboards fully stocked again I did a quick tidy of the house before roasting a lovely piece of beef for dinner. I don't know why I bothered. The children bolted down their food before rushing off to a school dance and Jim was so late home his plate looked unappetizing when I got it out of the oven. A Slow Descent Pt. 02 He took it in to the lounge room and connected a hard drive. One of his mates had recorded the football games he missed during our holiday. It wasn't the evening I'd planned. The next day it took most of the morning just to clear my e mail inbox at work. However it resulted in ten more holiday bookings so I was very pleased. I had lunch at the local coffee shop before deciding to walk the one kilometre to the development site along beach road. When I arrived there was already a blue rental car parked at the gate in the high fence. As I got walked towards the car a tall young man got out wearing a yellow hard hat. "You must be Helena. I'm Brian, the architect." He said holding out his hand. "Very nice to meet you Brian." I shook his hand then he reached into the car and retrieved a briefcase and another hard hat. "That's hardly necessary is it?" I said as he offered it to me. The demolition crews had finished last week so it was just a bare block of land. "Company policy for health and safety I'm afraid." He said smiling broadly. I could see why Cindy wanted to be here, he was quite a dish. He must have read my mind, "will Cindy be joining us?" "She planned to be but something must have held her up. I'm sure she won't be long." We made small talk for ten minutes then proceeded without Cindy. His drawings looked fantastic, I made a few suggestions and we agreed to meet again in two weeks when I would get someone from the local council planning committee to look over the finalized plans. I'd sent Cindy a couple of messages but she hadn't replied. I was worried about her so I called back into the office to see if Jane or Annie knew what was going on. They didn't know anything about her whereabouts either. I wasn't about to call the police, Cindy missing an appointment wasn't totally out of the ordinary. Not letting me know was, and considering her desire to meet up with Brian again I was concerned. She didn't like missing a chance with a hot guy, unless... unless she was with another hot guy... or maybe guys. The Tyler mansion, I wondered, could she be there? More importantly how could I, or did I want to, find out? I mulled it over for some time, tried to work but I found myself constantly checking my mobile to see if Cindy had sent a reply. In the end I found myself in the car driving towards the house on the hill. I pulled up just inside the large entrance, I shouldn't be here, I thought. Something inside that house sapped my will, or was it someone? Pushing those thoughts aside I continued up the drive, I could at least check to see if her car is there. Sure enough her VW Polo was parked near the entrance. I parked alongside and switched off my engine. Don't go inside, get out of here, my conscious screamed but I didn't listen. I walked to the front door and went inside. The house was silent and dark. I walked as quietly as I could checking the rooms. The ballroom door was open but there was nobody inside. I was about to move on when some movement outside caught my eye. One of the drapes had been pulled back on the French doors leading to the pool. Through the glass on the door I could see two black feet on one of the recliners outside. I moved into the ballroom being careful not to knock any of the recording equipment or trip on the cord. As I changed my angle to get a better view, I could see more of the legs. Soon enough I could see the tanned rump of Cindy bouncing up and down on the prone figures lap. Right I thought mystery solved, now you can leave. I was determined not to get swept up in the action this time. Just then another body entered my view, from the tall athletic build I guessed it was one of the twins and I suspected his brother was underneath Cindy. As he moved around behind the other two Cindy stopped moving and leaned forward down onto the man beneath her. It caused her bum to rise up and two black hands pulled her cheeks apart exposing her puckered hole to the guy behind her. "Oh my god," I gasped as I watched the twin kneeling behind Cindy push forwards and penetrate my friend. They were both going to fuck her at the same time, surely this must hurt a lot. Cindy head was thrown back and her mouth was open but the triple glazing stopped me from determining whether it was a cry of pleasure or pain. I stayed rooted to the spot fascinated by the awkward ballet I was witnessing. Movement was kept to a minimum as they adjusted their positions slightly then Cindy began to bounce slowly backwards and forwards between the two bodies. The base urges began to surge within me again. I felt the heat building in my breasts and groin. I was lifting my skirt to allow me access when I froze. I suddenly had the feeling that someone was standing behind me, close behind me, I didn't dare look back, my heart beat wildly in my chest as the fight or flight mechanism flooded my system with adrenaline. My heightened senses picked up a soft footfall behind my then a thick black arm encircled my waist. "Would you like some help with that?" A deep voice said. My mouth was dry and I couldn't reply, I couldn't move, it was like I was paralyzed. The arm around my waist moved higher and the large black hand cupped my breast. Another arm snaked around my hips and dipped lower, thick fingers began stroking my sex through my panties. "Keep watching," the deep voice urged, "it's going to be quite a show." The three bodies were moving now, the twins working in sync, one in, one out. Cindy was throwing herself backwards and forwards between the two and I'm fairly sure she was screaming her head off. As for me, two hooked fingers were sliding in and out of my pussy while another hand squeezed my tits. I stepped back so my body pressed against the mystery man but it wasn't a mystery really. The huge log that pressed into my arse confirmed that it was 10K playing me like a double bass. The intoxicating mix of the sex show in front of me and only the second set of hands to ever touch me intimately had me cumming long before the others. As my legs became weak 10k didn't slacken his pace, he continued manipulating me in spite of my protests. "Please, enough I can't take anymore," I implored him. "Keep watching, focus on them." Cindy too was struggling to keep pace. She'd stopped moving and was now at the twin's mercy. No longer faced with a moving target they were hauling their black cocks out till the tip was almost visible before slamming them back home. They rutted her like wild animals and Cindy could only hold on and endure the continuous pummeling. As their thrusting became more frenzied I felt an unfamiliar tickle building inside me, it grew in intensity causing my hips to begin moving in time with 10k's fingers. I didn't know what it was leading to but the urge to get there was unstoppable. I closed my eyes and began babbling incoherently. Unable to string even two words together, it became like a chant. "Oh... Fuck... Shit... Fuck... Hot... Faster... Please... Fuck... Ohh... Argh.. Fuck!" And then it hit me, like two rolling waves, one that started at the top of my head and the other the tips of my toes, racing to meet each other before crashing together in a crescendo where 10k rubbed my clit. I felt light headed, weak, exhausted and very embarrassed as a gush of fluid escaped my pussy soaking 10k's fingers and running down my legs. "Good girl," 10k whispered as he held me up. "I think you needed that." I opened my eyes to see the three people outside had reached their climax as well. Cindy still lay on top of one twin while the other was lying on another recliner close by. I felt very exposed and I was also now even more aware of the hard cock pressed against my back. I moved forward and stood without his assistance then turned around to look at him. I expected the verbal assault to begin in the same way he had denigrated Annie but he remained silent. He simply took my hand and like a mother leading a child took me out of the ballroom, up the staircase and into one of the bedrooms. Now it will start I thought. He will order me to strip and perform for him. I was standing by the bed awaiting instructions but they didn't come. Instead he stood in front of me, his desire obvious. Not just from the bulge in his shorts. His eyes transmitted a hunger that I knew I had to sate. I began undoing the remaining buttons of my shirt, slipping it off and shrugging off my bra. I was feeling very exposed, I'd always been self-conscious about my breasts, the b cups seemed inadequate. 10k reached out and very gently traced around them with his middle finger, going in decreasing circles until he skirted my puffy nipples. "Beautiful," he crooned. My shyness under control I undid my skirt and stepped out of it and my wet underwear. I straightened up, keeping my head bowed to avoid eye contact. 10k reached out and lifted my head so I was looking at him and he began to undress. He pulled his shirt over his head, the unruly dreadlocks momentarily disappearing before bouncing back around his head. He was thick set but not fat, tattoos wound around his well-defined biceps. His hand dropped to his shorts and I lifted my eyes to stare into his. I heard his shorts hit the floor and he kicked them away. We stayed staring at each other until I tore my gaze away to look down. Holy shit, I remembered it was big but up this close his cock was enormous. Thick veins ran down its length. It wasn't fully erect so the large head was partly obscured by his foreskin. I was on one level frightened, on another excited. Freed from confinement it continued to grow without either of us touching it. I watched, mesmerized. I looked back up expecting to see the smug arrogant demeanor he'd shown Annie when she was mesmerized weeks before. Instead there was indecision, the desire was still obvious but the intent was not. I crawled onto the bed. As I did I looked down at my hand bathed in the late afternoon sunlight coming through a gap in the curtains. The diamond on my engagement ring caught the light and the refracted light sent the colors of the rainbow dancing around the room. I froze, the depth of my betrayal highlighted in front of me. Slumping down onto my elbows I clasped my hands together, closed my eyes and bowed my head. I should go, this is madness, what am I doing? Even as these thoughts rushed through my head I felt the bed move as 10K positioned himself behind me. I felt something lightly brush against my sex, I stayed still, my mouth and my eyes tightly closed. I didn't need to see to know it was the head of a big black dick sliding up and down my outer folds. He kept doing it for what seemed like the longest time before my own arousal caused me to bump back in an attempt to get him inside me. "Just relax," 10K said quietly. The dick stopped moving up and down and poised at my entrance. Slowly 10K applied more pressure and I felt myself stretching. I wanted this so badly I pushed back at first until the stretching seemed to be getting very close to tearing. "Wait! Please... it hurts," I gasped, trying to move forward away from the massive intruder. Two hands gripped my hips holding me firmly as he gave a sharp hard upward thrust. "Oww..." I cried as the head of that big dick slipped inside. "It's okay," 10K assured me, "it's in now. Just relax." The hands that had grabbed my hips now lightly scratched my back as we both stayed still, I was too afraid to move. I could feel the entrance of my vagina stretched taut around 10K's black pole. He began moving deeper, very slowly, I could feel the blunt tip opening me up, filling me. 10K just maintained a constant pressure and bit by bit more and more of his cock slid inside. An involuntary gasp exploded from me causing him to stop pushing. He'd reached the end of the road, from here on it was uncharted territory. Fear returned, I had no idea how much of that ebony spear was still waiting to be crammed inside me and was too scared to reach back and find out. I tensed up my hands gripped the sheets in anticipation of what was to come. Rather than force himself deeper, 10K retreated. I sensed my pussy lips being pulled back with his cock like a beggar clutching at a stranger. Before he pushed back in again, still slow and only as far as before. He was taking it easy on me, letting me adjust as I experienced things I never had before. I didn't just feel full, I was bulging. Every bump and ripple causing new and exciting sensations. Each time he plunged back in my distended labia followed it meaning my clit dragged along the underside of his dick. I came fast, groaning as he continued his relentless probing. As a second climax loomed I began pumping back, now more comfortable with his size and safe in the knowledge he wasn't going any deeper. I grunted and squealed when he started slapping my ass but the sting and the heat only heightened my senses. Finding my voice at last I offered further encouragement. "Fuck me... Argh fuck... So big... Fucking big black... Cooocckk!" I came again and still 10K continued, faster now. I could hear his labored breathing as he too was close. Then reality intervened, the warning signs flashed red in my head, no contraception. Jim got fixed after we had a second child. 10K was very close to the winning post, I tried to move away but his hands held me firmly by the hips. When I tried to reach back with my hand to try and stop him the force of his fucking caught me off balance and I slumped forward again finally resorting to my voice. "Wait! Please, I'm not on ..." Suddenly I was empty, and then I felt hot drops of cum splatter up my back with some even landing in my hair. 10K grunted and another rope of cum coated my ass. I stayed hunched over, embarrassed now, and hoping 10K would leave so I could dress and leave. The bed creaked as he got off but rather than leaving the room I heard him pad around to the other side of the bed in front of me. I still had my head down when I felt the bed move again. Looking up I was confronted by the slimy head of a black penis. A large drop of cum still clung to the hole and another was trapped by the foreskin that partially covered his deflating glans. I looked higher expecting the sneering snarling face of a rapper but instead saw a smiling face. He reminded me of a priest offering the wafer at mass, no coercion, only your free will to partake in the ritual. The big difference, I thought as my gaze returned to the phallus in front of me, was this offering wouldn't lead to salvation, it could only lead to damnation. In spite of that or maybe because of it I found myself leaning closer. The smell of our combined juices confronted me but whereas normally that would revolt me now it only fed my hunger. I opened as wide and tried to stuff as much in my mouth as I could. Then flattening my tongue against the underside, I pulled back, sucking the last of his cum out of his cock. When my mouth came off the end with a pop 10K groaned loudly. Lifting my head with his hand so I once again looked at his face he said, "Do that again baby, but this time look at me when you do it." I opened wide again and enveloped the head of his cock before pulling back as before only this time I was watching. I saw his unbridled pleasure and joy at my actions, snaking out my tongue I playfully flicked at the tip of his cock. He groaned again and threw his head back. I couldn't believe the control I had over him. I continued watching as I teased and sucked him. Before long his dick was getting hard again and I was getting horny. I lay back, opening my legs as an invitation. He didn't need to be asked as he quickly climbed on top of me. I felt his hardness resting against me but he made no attempt to get it inside. Pushing himself up on his arms he looked down on me. "Reach down and grab it," he said quietly. I did. "Rub it around till you're ready then put it inside." Again I followed instruction, masturbating myself with his monster cock before it got too much and I had to have it inside me again. It didn't feel as uncomfortable this time. In fact I worked the fat head in and out a couple of times before I released him. 10K quickly sunk in to the depth he had gone before, I looked down to see that there was still a third to go. He sensed my apprehension and after gently pushing a few errant hairs off my face he leant down and softly kissed my head. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Just relax and go with it." After shifting his position slightly he started fucking me, only this time I was fucking back. I wanted this bad, I knew how good it could feel and I needed it. I scratched, I bit and sucked on his neck before seeking and finding his mouth. I wanted to devour him, to make him want me more than I wanted him. Feeling my orgasm build and build I got more and more animated, lifting my legs higher to allow him easier access. Swearing and cursing him with words I didn't realize I knew. The buzzing started again, building to a crescendo as he slammed into me. He stiffened just as I went over the edge. "No, no, no noooo," I cried even as I wrapped my legs and arms around him to keep him from pulling away. I felt the warmth as he erupted deeper inside me than anyone ever had before. Each powerful spurt coated my insides. With my climax ebbing away I relaxed my grip and he pulled away fast, mumbling an apology as his seed gushed out of me coating my thighs. This time it was my turn to sooth him. I placed the flat of my hand on his cheek and reassured him it was okay, I didn't care. Pulling him down he rested his head on my shoulder. His hand lightly teased my nipple while I played with his dreadlocks. "I'm sorry, I tried ..." He started but I stopped him. "Hush now," I leant down and kissed the top of his head. "I told you, its okay." Strangely, at that particular point in time it was alright, holding this younger black man close seemed the most natural thing in the world. 10K's breathing got deeper and I felt myself drifting off until the house of cards was blown away by my phone ringing. I looked at the window and I could see the afternoon sun had disappeared. "Oh shit!" I sat up with a start waking the sleeping man beside me. "What's wrong?" He inquired sleepily. Reality hit home hard, I scrambled off the bed and began looking for my clothes. "What's wrong?" 10K repeated "What's wrong? What's fucking wrong? I'm married, I've got two children, one of whom I was supposed to pick up twenty minutes ago!" I couldn't find my underwear and got down on all fours to look for it. Deciding I would have to go commando I stood up to find 10K standing beside the bed holding my undies. "Where were they?" I snapped grabbing them off him. "They were mixed up in my clothes." He reached for me but I twisted away. "I want to see you again." "What? No! No! No! Never ever no. I can't ... I shouldn't be here. This is so wrong." I stumbled out the door still putting on my shirt, tears stung my eyes as I went quickly down the stairs and out to my car. Cindy's was still parked there so I had to hope she didn't know what had happened. As I got back into town, Jim rang me, he was worried. My daughter had rung him when I hadn't answered and he'd picked her up. He was worried, he wanted to know where I was. I lied. I lied. And it hurt so much. I told him I got a new listing and the owners wanted to meet with me before they left for a holiday so it had to be today. I apologized for not letting him know all the time fighting back the tears. When I got off the phone I was outside the office. I looked at my face in the mirror and I hated myself, I hated my weakness, I hated my deceit. I promised myself it would never happen again, but down deep inside I wondered whether I could keep that promise. A Slow Descent Pt. 02 Inside the office bathroom I cleaned up and put on some clean clothes. Before leaving for home I called my doctor. I didn't bother ringing the surgery, they would still be there but I didn't want to talk to the receptionist. The doctor had given me her private mobile number when I'd helped her buy a house and later an investment property. She answered on the fourth ring and asked if I could wait a minute. She was surprised to hear from me and a little shocked at my request. I organized to meet her before her surgery officially opened at nine the next morning. Walking in the front door at home was very hard, I felt different, and surely they would notice. Every time I noticed one of my family looking at me I wondered what they saw. Could the children see the signs their mother was a cheating slut? Would Jim smell the scent of another man on me? In the shower at work the cum was still oozing out of me. When I ate dinner I thought I could still taste him in my mouth. Jim asked if anything was wrong. I feigned a headache and went to bed. The next morning I was at the back door to the doctor's surgery at eight thirty. Dr. Jones got there at eight forty five. She let us in and showed me to one of the consulting rooms. After a few minutes looking through a locker containing various drugs she found what she was looking for and bought it over to me. "Here you go, there are four pills. You take two now and two tonight. You may notice some spotting in the next couple of days and your next period could be a week early or a week late. It may also be longer and heavier than normal. If it doesn't come at all, then you best come and see me." I turned the box over in my hands. I could feel my face was flushed with embarrassment. "Are there any side effects?" I asked trying to sound in control. "No, only the spotting in some cases. Hopefully the only effect is you won't be pregnant." Dr. Jones sat down at her desk and pressed the on button of her laptop. "Is there anything you want to talk to me about?" "No" I said softly, I just wanted to get out of there. "Do you want a prescription for the pill?" The look of horror on my face caused her to explain. "I guess I want to know if this ... situation is going to happen again. The morning after pill is not reliable enough for continual use. It's called emergency contraception for a reason." She said quickly. "Oh no, no, it was just a mistake. One moment of weakness, that's all." I replied looking down. The doctor tapped on her keyboard and the printer next to it whirred into life. When the printed sheet appeared Dr. Jones signed it then past it to me. "You don't have to get it filled but if you change your mind it's for three months of the low dose progesterone pill." I tried to give it back but she refused to take it. Standing again she put her arm around my shoulders. "Don't worry, these walls have no ears or eyes. You weren't the first person to make a mistake and you won't be the last. Don't be so hard on yourself." She led me back to the back door and let me out. I took two pills in the car with a swig of water then went to work. Work was no better than home, Cindy didn't show up which wasn't totally unexpected. For some reason Jane and Annie's schoolgirl giggling was more annoying than usual. I went out on the road but I just couldn't think straight. Back at the office Annie was out so it was a little better. Going through my e mails I found one from the state tourism board. They were having a four day promotion of regional attractions in the city. Coloons Bay was in the middle of a stretch of seaside towns collectively known as the Holiday Coast. I was the chairperson of a committee in charge of promotion for the district and we had organized to have a presence in the city function. Three other members of the committee were going to the city for five days. I'd decided not to go but now, maybe getting away from Coloons Bay was the right thing to do. It would correspond with the last week our visitors would be at the Tyler mansion. Was running away the right answer? I pondered that question and decided that given my lack of willpower it may be the only way. I messaged the other members of the committee to let them know I would now be going to the promotion. The rest of the afternoon was taken up with organizing accommodation and clearing my diary for that week. I left work around four thirty telling Jane to lock up when she left. In the car I fished the other two "morning after" pills out of the console and swallowed them. Ripping the box into small pieces I deposited the litter in the bin near the back door. I got the spotting, then a few days later my period came early and it was ugly. I have always been a woman who suffers through her cycle. Cramping, head and body aches along with general malaise. This one was like my usual on steroids and it lasted seven days. I went back to the doctor as I thought the extent of extra bleeding must have meant something was wrong. She assured me it wasn't and suggested if I usually had bad period pain then maybe going back on the pill may help. "It regulates the hormones and in most cases can alleviate some of the common menstrual issues." I filled the prescription the next day, now that there was a medical reason to do so. When I finally started feeling better I put it down to karma, I'd done the wrong thing and now I was being punished. However my family may have thought they were being punished as well having to live through it with me. Still I counted it a blessing, it focused my resolve and I didn't return to the Tyler mansion. Cindy and Jane spoke in hushed tones of little else when they thought they were alone. I think Annie was like me, a one-time thing, a moment of weakness or a guilty pleasure. When Jim fucked me I couldn't help compare and contrast. 10K or Ezekiel had given me the most intense sexual experience of my life but that wasn't love. Jim loved me although sometimes he hid it well. I put it down to his upbringing. His family weren't renowned as "huggers" and didn't talk about feelings. Still I was sure that he would stand by me. That increased the feelings of guilt for what I had done. A Slow Descent Pt. 03 G'day All, It's finally here, the last chapter of A Slow Descent. I got sidetracked on another project so it's taken longer than I would like. Just a quick recap Helena is a married real estate agent and mother of two. She leased a large house to three musicians from the city to use as a recording studio and becomes enthralled by the new comers as they seduce her employees. Eventually she too succumbs to one of the guys, a rapper named 10K. At the end of Part two she vowed to not go back and had organized to head to the city for a tourist conference. Thanks to Favored for his editing. Cheers CharlieB4 ***** Two weeks later the time for the tourist promotion in the city rolled around so I was packing to go. I had half a mind to cancel and not go but thought after I'd changed my plans once it would be really weird to change them again. Something came up in the office the next morning so my departure was delayed. It meant I couldn't travel with the others from our committee and I would have to drive myself. It didn't worry me too much and I arrived at the hotel around two in the afternoon. I rang the others as I walked to the reception desk having left my bags for the valet to bring. The girls were at the convention centre and had almost finished setting up our booth. We decided to meet for a drink in the hotel bar later in the afternoon. I was contemplating a little shopping trip however I decided to go to my room and get unpacked before I went. I went to the lifts and was waiting for one to open when I saw my luggage and two dress bags on a trolley being pushed towards me by an attendant in a suit. Perfect timing I thought and I went inside the lift that had just opened and held the door open button. With the trolley and attendant inside I closed the door and pressed the button for the twelfth floor where my room was located. "Hang on ma'am, you've been upgraded." A voice came from the other side of the dress bags and a hand waved another pass key over the top of the trolley. I took it and saw it was on the twenty fifth floor. That was well above my pay grade. "Are you sure?" "Certainly ma'am," came the polite reply from the attendant still mostly hidden by the dress bags. I pushed the pass key in to the slot and the lift sailed up to the twenty fifth floor. When the door opened I walked out into a square room with three doors, one on each of the other walls. Above each one was a sign, royal suite, presidential suite and the ambassador's suite. Something was wrong, someone must have been playing a trick. I turned to talk to the attendant. "There must be some mistake ..." My voice trailed off as he stepped out from behind the trolley. It was the first time I'd seen him properly. "10K? Is that you?" He gave a nervous smile, "Yes, but you can call me by my real name, Ezekiel, if you like?" "But how? Why?" I was flabbergasted, the dreadlocks were gone, the three days growth on his face was gone. His grubby t shirt and shorts had been replaced by a tailored Italian suit. He stepped closer, "I had to see you again." "How did you know I was here?" I asked retreating. "Jane told Jamal." He came closer again. "I'm married," I kept back pedaling but came up against a wall. "I know and your husband is a very lucky man." He was still moving towards me, not in a threatening way but escape seemed impossible. "I'm old." "Your beautiful," he countered, he was so close now I could smell him. "I won't do anything to you if you say no." His hand touched my forearm and I pulled it back quickly banging my elbow in the wall behind me. The pain bought my focus back to my body and I could feel the telltale signs of my own arousal at the close proximity of this man. "I'm not one of your groupies," my brain was trying desperately to overrule my body. "I don't have groupies," he was so close now our bodies were almost touching. His head came close to mine and I turned away but could still feel his breath on my neck. "What about Annie?" I spat and instantly regretted it. I sounded like a jealous girlfriend. "That was for you, you like to watch. I saw you in the corridor the first day." He spoke softly directly into my ear. "You saw?" Color burnt my cheeks, was it embarrassment or arousal. "Yes, I saw it all. I saw you in the hallway the second time too. Annie was my audition for you." His lips moved lower and lightly kissed the nape of my neck. "Oh god please," I pleaded but I didn't say no. I didn't want to say no, I wanted him again I wanted it so bad. He finally pressed his body against me, squeezing me against the wall and I groaned as all the nerve endings in my body fired their excitement to my brain. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine seeking his lips. His kiss matched my hunger so I began tearing at his clothes eager to begin. "Wait, my queen. The royal suite awaits." Ezekiel took the pass key from me and slipped it into the slot of the door beside us. When the door clicked he pushed it open and motioned me inside while he dragged the baggage trolley behind him. With the trolley inside I slammed the door shut before attacking him again. Quickly unbuttoning his shirt I pushed it and his coat off his shoulders so his chest was bare. We kissed again as I worked on his belt and pants, unbuckling and unbuttoning before letting them fall. His big black cock strained against his boxers, pressing into my stomach. Pushing him backwards I forced him into a nearby armchair then sank to my knees between his legs. Remembering Ezekiel's earlier instructions I looked into his eyes as I pulled off his underwear and his hard cock popped out in front of me. I stroked it slowly, while cupping his heavy balls in my other hand and scratching his perineum. A small drop of clear fluid appeared at the tip of his penis so I leaned forward and flicked it off with my tongue. Still keeping eye contact I ducked down and began licking his black pole from base to tip. Once I was sure he was at full mast I concentrated on the tip, alternating between teasing and full blown sucking. Ezekiel stopped me and sat forward holding my face in his hands. "Let's find somewhere more comfortable," he said, standing up them offering his hand to help me do the same. We quickly explored the rooms in the suite until we found the main bedroom dominated by a large four post bed. This time Ezekiel took the initiative and swept me off my feet, took a couple of steps to the edge of the bed where he threw my giggling frame onto the soft cover. Grabbing my flailing legs, he lifted them high and pulled me to the edge of the bed as I struggled playfully. I withered and squealed while he removed my clothes, fondling his genitals whenever they came close enough. I lay back naked and breathless while Ezekiel remained standing drinking in the sight of my body in the well lit room. He squatted down bringing his face close to my waiting pussy. I tried to stop him, I hadn't showered since the morning, but he restrained my hands with his own and was so close I could feel his breath on my pussy. On the rare occasion Jim 'went down to the basement' it was only after I bathed. The image of Jim in my head fueled some unease and I attempted to close my legs. Ezekiel chose that moment to attack, he wasn't just licking my cunt he was devouring it. Any second thoughts were washed away by a tidal wave of sensations flooding my mind. I opened my legs wide again and he released my hands. I grabbed at his head and worked my hips bathing his face with my juices. The sounds of him slurping and sucking added to the animalistic scene and I lost it. I heard someone screaming then realized it was me. Ezekiel still lapped at my most sensitive bits while a thumb or finger was embedded in my pussy and another rubbed around my puckered anus. "Please ...please stop ...pleassee." I gasped, I needed a break. Ezekiel slowed his actions and withdrew his digit before standing again. I took the chance to try and get my breathing under control however the respite was brief. Ezekiel pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and rolled me slightly so I was half on my side. His arm hooked under my knees as he folded them up towards my chest leaving my butt exposed hanging slightly off the mattress. With one hand he lifted my ass cheek, opening my pussy, while the other guided his meaty spear inside. "Ohh ...oh shit." I groaned as his big dick stretched me. Even with all the foreplay it was still uncomfortable as he probed deeper. He got to the point where the resistance was obvious so he stopped as he had three weeks ago. He backed off a little and I relaxed expecting him to slowly fuck me like at the mansion. Instead he jammed forward forcing a grunt from me and edging his dick deeper. Looking up at him I saw a steely determination in his face. He was going to get himself in to the hilt no matter what it took. I turned away and closed my eyes preparing myself. Grabbing a handful of the soft bedding cover I tried to relax, willing my muscles to yield to Ezekiel desires. He was as gentle as he could be, pausing to let me adjust every time he broke new ground. My hair stuck to my sweaty face despite the coolness of the room. I was giving up hope of Ezekiel ever getting all his huge cock inside me when I felt the tickle of his pubic hair on my ass. Twice more he worked himself backwards and forwards and he was victorious. "Oh yeah," he exclaimed, "You've got it all now!" I couldn't reply as my body tried to cope with the intrusion of ten inches of hot dark flesh. At that moment I was unsure how this could ever be pleasurable. Ezekiel pulled out completely, rubbed his cockhead along my slit then slipped back in. His hips hit my ass as he embedded himself completely again. After he'd repeated this process twice more I knew it wasn't just going to be pleasurable, it was going to be the best fuck I'd ever had. Soon he was hammering into me and I was pushing back. His big tool sliding in and out was causing a sexual fever that was beyond my control. I was crying my way through a string of orgasms when Ezekiel stiffened and I felt his cum spurt deep inside me. He slumped half on, half off the bed behind me. His glorious cock was still half inside me as I pressing my legs together and worked my hips, milking the remaining seed from his shaft. I hoped to God that taking the pill for two weeks would keep me safe. "Ohhh shit baby, easy, eaaassyy." Ezekiel groaned as he held my bottom still and withdrew from my pussy. As his penis came free I felt a river of cum to begin to flow out of me. It pooled between my thighs and began dribbling over my ass. Paranoid about causing a stain I straightened and squeezed my legs together, rolling off the bed and standing beside it. Looking around I saw a connecting door to what I assumed was a bathroom. Making my way towards it I walked with short strides conscious of the drips running down the insides of my thighs. The door opened into a walk in wardrobe but on the other side of that room there was a door leading to a bathroom. Flicking on the light I quickly spied the toilet and sat down. As my lover's seed dripped out of me I took in my opulent surroundings. There was marble everywhere, the largest freestanding bath I'd ever seen was in the centre of the room. On the far wall behind glass doors was a massive double shower. Gold plated accessories added to the luxurious feel. There was a tap on the door and a muffled inquiry from the other side. "Are you okay Helena?" "Yes," was my hesitant reply. "Can I come in?" "Wait a minute..." I quickly wiped and flushed before standing and wrapping myself in a large fluffy white towel. Given what had just transpired between us it was ridiculous but I'd never been comfortable being naked in front of others. "Okay, you can come in now." I called as I washed my hands at one of the sinks. Evidently, Ezekiel had no such qualms about nakedness. He opened the door and stepped inside as bare as the day he was born. His tattoos drew attention to his powerful arms and chest while his now flaccid penis swung backwards and forwards between his thighs. I think he sensed my discomfort so he didn't approach me directly. Instead he moved to the shower and after opening the door swiveled back to address me. "Would you like to have a shower...?" I flinched at his invitation, he noticed so he added. "There are two showers here, I promise to not molest you... unless you request it." I did want a shower because I could feel more wetness seeping from me as I stood there. However, this would be such an intimate act. The intense sex I could rationalize as a moment of madness, two strangers thrown together by circumstance, but this was different. Showering together was a couple's thing, it made this an affair. Ezekiel hadn't waited for a reply. He'd turned on one shower and set the temperature before moving to the other and turned it on. When he had it ready he got under its flow. I was still rooted to the spot, seemingly unable to move while I watched the water cascade off his body. He turned around and after wiping the water from his eyes and saw I was still next to the sink. "Come on, you're wasting water." He said lightly before ducking his head back under the spray. I found the strength to reluctantly move towards the shower. I stopped again at the glass door, waited until Ezekiel was turned the other way before dropping my towel and getting under the other shower. I stood with my back to the man humming softly to himself as he washed his body. The water felt so refreshing I could have stayed there for an hour. That wasn't my plan, I wanted to wash myself as quickly as I could then get dressed and get back to my real room. At least that's what I was telling myself. I was almost done when I heard Ezekiel shut off his shower. "Would you like me wash do your back?" He asked. "No, I'm fine." I replied over my shoulder. "Are you sure?" His voice was closer, he was closer. I tried to speak but nothing came out. Get out of here, my brain screamed but I remained standing still. Taking my silence for permission Ezekiel's black arm appeared beside me as he squirted some body gel from the dispenser into his hand. Despite the noise of the water I could hear his hands rubbing together as he worked up a lather. Then they touched me again. Sliding along my shoulders before dropping down my sides. Coming together again in the middle of my back before moving back up to the base of my neck. I felt like I was melting, dissolving into a puddle as his large soft hands caressed me gently. A long sigh escaped my lips as he stepped forward and pressed his body against me. His hands now worked their way across the front of me. Studiously avoiding my erogenous zones his hands still worked their magic as my arousal grew. The stiffening member pressing into my buttocks told me he was getting worked up too. The moment before I opened my legs to accept my fate he shut off the water. Guiding me out of the shower Ezekiel selected a fresh towel and vigorously rubbed me down. While he removed the moisture from the outside he only exacerbated the wetness that was again building inside me. When he had finished my skin glowed red from the heat of the shower and the arousal within. He quickly dried himself before I dragged him back to the bedroom. This time we made it under the covers before our animal urges took over. It was slower, more measured, this time. I climbed on top of Ezekiel and gradually eased myself down on his huge pole. Once he was completely inside again I stopped. His hands held my face as we kissed. We made out like teenagers until I sat up and began to ride him. I couldn't hold out for long and soon an orgasm washed over me. As my climax subsided Ezekiel rolled me onto my back, keeping his cock inside me the whole time. Soon enough he was slowly long-dicking me. I just laid back and reveled in the incredible sensations. My second and third orgasms were quickly followed by a bed shaker that forced fluid to gush from me. My clit was very sensitive after it so we changed position again. Ezekiel pulled out and I rolled over onto my stomach. He placed a pillow under my hips then fed his thick shaft back inside me. Now it was his turn to lose control as he slammed into me. Each thrust drove me into the mattress while he talked dirty into my ear. "You're taking it all baby! All that black cock! I'm stretching that white cunt! Do you like my black cock? Do you want my black cock?" I could only grunt my affirmation as he pummeled me until he announced his impending orgasm. "Where do you want it baby? Where do you want my black seed?" I don't know where my reply came from as I'd never requested this before. "In my mouth! I want to taste you!" He reared back and I scooted around as fast as I could. The first blast hit me across my nose and left eye. Then I latched on and sucked and swallowed as he continued pumping sperm down my throat. He bellowed and gripping my hair twisted it so I looked up at him as he emptied his balls. When the flow lessened I backed off a little, opening my mouth to show him what I held inside before swallowing the last of it. It was so animalistic and out of character for me but it just seemed so right. I leant forward again taking his cock back in my mouth determined to get every drop out of it until he begged me to stop. He collapsed on the bed on his back and I snuggled up beside him, nestling under his thick arm while pulling the covers over us. I listened to his heart thumping in his chest and watched as his breathing returned to normal. I suddenly wanted to know more about this man, my lover. When I felt he was sufficiently recovered I started my inquisition. "Where did Ezekiel come from? Was your mother a woman of faith?" He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before replying. "I never knew my mother. I was left as a week old baby on the steps of a church minister's residence." "Oh...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have pried." "No, it's okay," his muscular arm pulled me closer but he continued to stare at the ceiling. "I was named by the minister's wife, Mrs. Dorothy Lemar. She raised me until I was fourteen so I suppose she counts as my mother. My full name is Ezekiel Samuel Kennedy." "Kennedy?" "That was her private little joke. She always said there was a lot of black sheep in the Kennedy clan and one more wouldn't make a difference." "So what happened when you were fourteen? Sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to. I can be..." "It's okay," he turned and his lips lightly brushed my forehead. "I want to tell you. Dorothy was good to me, she raised me as her own. She taught me the classics of literature, Dickens and Shakespeare. I owe her a lot, but her husband the reverend, he wasn't so forgiving. I tried, but he would always find faults in me so eventually I stopped trying and we butted heads. Figuratively at first but two weeks after my fourteenth birthday he tried to hit me when I answered him back. I ducked and then I put him on the seat of his pants with a right hook." "Oh dear," I offered sympathetically. "I ran away, lived rough for a couple of weeks then got caught shoplifting and was put in juvenile detention. Dorothy came to see me but the Reverend wouldn't take me back. I did a couple of months, got in with the wrong crowd. When I got out I started out with petty theft then graduated to breaking and entering. Within six months I was back inside with a three year sentence." "Hmm," consorting with a criminal. I was really flirting with the dark side. "So where did the music come in?" I asked hoping for a more positive story. A Slow Descent Pt. 03 "I had to continue my schooling while in detention and I was lucky that they had a really great music teacher. He gave me a basic grounding then just let me express myself. I was drawn to rap because of the word play. It reminded me of Shakespeare, the way they played with words and their meaning." "What?" "No seriously, I wrote an essay in my final English exam for school that argued that if Shakespeare was alive today he wouldn't write plays, he'd be a rapper. He was anti-establishment. He used humor to point out the hypocrisy and decay of the ruling classes. Rap and hip hop would be the perfect vehicle for him today." "I'll take your word for it. So how did you become 10K? Famous rapper, DJ, and producer." "10K was my room number in detention. I used it as a name in a couple of talent shows. After I got out, the name stuck. I was doing a guest DJ spot at a nightclub on Wednesday nights. I'd slip in a bit of my rapping with the mix. It was just dumb luck. A producer was in town to see another performer at the stadium. He left early and happened to come to the club on a Wednesday night. The rest is history." I was quiet. I didn't have any more questions. Ezekiel chuckled and I pressed him as to what he had found so amusing. "10K, it had a double meaning for the guards at the lock up. Every now and then the guards would do a search for contraband and pull apart our rooms and sometimes do a strip search. The guards made me strip when they had a new female officer come on their shift. They would make a crack about ten kilos of cock." "Were you embarrassed?" "At first but I got used to it. Besides it did end up having a silver lining, one of the female guards became my lover." "So, you're a regular Casanova?" My voice betrayed my insecurities. "That was years ago, I'm different now. I'm looking for something other than meaningless sex." Ezekiel rolled towards me and wrapped his other arm my body. His last statement hung in the air between us. If this wasn't meaningless sex then what was it? I buried my face in his chest so he didn't notice the tears that had suddenly appeared in my eyes. Why did life have to be so complicated? Thankfully Ezekiel changed the subject when he inquired if I was hungry. We ordered from the menu in the suite, and then I went to find some clothes to put on, picking up the ones thrown around the entrance. I saw my phone flashing and checked my messages. I'd completely forgotten about meeting the others for a drink. There were a series of texts, becoming more concerned as I moved through the list, asking where I was and if I was alright. I replied apologizing for not contacting them and explaining I wasn't feeling well so I went to bed. A message quickly returned asking if I needed anything and I sent back that I would be fine and I would see them in the morning. I closed the messages section and when my home screen came up my heart sank. I was staring into the eyes of two adorable children, one laughing and the other making a funny face. It was a picture I'd taken last summer at the beach. My stomach churned and I felt sick. Ezekiel had come out of the bedroom and was walking behind where I sat. He must have seen the phone screen and my shaking hand. He touched me gently on the shoulder but didn't say anything. After he moved away I composed myself and shut down my phone. Standing I went back to the bedroom intent on getting dressed and out of this place. After a quick shower I was dressed and carrying my bags back to the bedroom door. I paused, steeling myself for a potential confrontation as I tried to escape. Opening the door I was confronted by a table for two in the middle of the room with the lounges. Complete with candles, flowers, three types of wine glasses and seemingly overflowing with cutlery. Ezekiel saw the bags in my hand and smiled sheepishly as he sat in one of the seats... "Please, stay for dinner. You can go after that. I've ordered the degustation menu, seven courses with matching wines. There is sure to be something you like." As he spoke a waiter pulled out a chair on one side of the table for me. I was surprised and trapped and confused and... I sat down. It was awkward at first, but as the meal continued it just seemed normal. The waiter hovered filling our glasses, removing used plates and placing new dishes in front of us. We talked and laughed then talked some more. Two hours later we were sitting on the lounge. The table and the waiter were gone. Ezekiel sat at one end, turned slightly so I could lie back against him my feet propped up on the other end of the lounge. He stoked my hair and lightly massaged my forehead and temples. Just before I fell asleep I made a decision. Getting to my feet I held out my hand, "come on." Ezekiel raised his eyebrows so I continued. "Quick, before I change my mind." He stood up and taking my hand followed me back to the bedroom. We slipped between the sheets and I fell asleep in his arms. I didn't wake until early the next morning but something had woken before me. Pressed in the crease of my buttocks was a very hard cock. From the deep breathing coming from behind me it seemed it had woken up before its owner. I took a moment to revel in my silken cocoon. A thick black arm encircled my waist and a burly chest supported my back. I blocked out everything else and concentrated on the here and now. Wiggling my butt caused my bedmate to stir and his hand moved up to cup my breast. I shuffled up a little, lifted my leg and was rewarded by his dark meat sliding along my pussy lips. Instantly horny I trapped it between my legs. Sliding backwards and forwards I coated it with the juices now flowing from me. A groan from behind me signaled Ezekiel's appreciation and caused me to increase the tempo. His hand moved from mauling my breasts down to my clit. When his fingers found my button I was putty in his hands. Bending away from him a little and lifting my leg gave his now slippery cock access to my dripping hole. He needed no more encouragement to work the first couple of inches inside me. Damn it felt good. "Oh fuck me," I gasped, "fuck me!" With his finger still on my clit Ezekiel pumped his thick cock in and out of me. As the pressure built inside me I played with my own breasts. "Yeah baby," he encouraged me, "work that ass." I tried but a massive orgasm overtook me. Ezekiel rolled me onto my stomach while still planted deep inside me. I opened my legs wide while he lifted his upper body off me. Our bodies only touched where his hips pressed against my ass. I lifted my hips a little to let him know I was ready and he resumed fucking me. Hauling his thick cock back then ramming it back deep inside me. Each time he battered my cervix it forced a grunt from me. It was so animalistic ...it was so hot. He seemed to last forever. I could feel drops of sweat from his forehead splattering on my back as he worked himself into a frenzy. I waited patiently for my prize until with a growl, he came. I felt the warmth as he poured his essence deep into my womb. After one final thrust he collapsed on my back and lay there, still. His full weight on my body was somehow comforting. I stayed still not wanting to break the spell. Ezekiel rolled off onto his side and I rolled with him, keeping my back pressed to his chest, desperate to stay close. His arm once again encircled me after he had pulled up the covers. With a smile on my face I closed my eyes and let my mind drift with the euphoria I felt. Ezekiel's cock had deflated but the fat head remain firmly ensconced within my silken walls. Sometime later I woke with a start. The tourist expo! Ezekiel stirred but remained in bed as I made my way to the bathroom. Checking the time on my phone I saw it was ten thirty. "Shit," I muttered under my breath and turned on the shower. My phone also displayed three missed calls and four messages. I'll get to them after, I thought as I climbed in under the hot jets. Ten minutes later I was drying myself while trying to think of an excuse for being so late. In the end I fell back on my "illness". >Still not feeling great. Will have a shower and be down later. I wandered back into the bedroom with a towel around me. Ezekiel was still in bed, propped up on three pillows fiddling with his phone. He looked up and smiled. "Hmmm, I'm not sure why you got yourself clean because I intend to get you dirty again." I gave him my best school mistress look as I opened my suitcase. "Some of us have to work." "Come on, take the day off." He put his phone on the bedside table and then pulled the sheets back to reveal his naked body. "You're not that irresistible." I informed him before turning around and grabbing some underwear. I was in the process of putting my panties on when I was seized by two strong arms. I squealed in delight, shocked that he had moved so quickly. He lifted me off the floor and swung me towards the bed. I kicked my legs and continued squealing. In the process of getting me on the bed he removed my towel. I ended up on my back with Ezekiel straddling my chest. I tried to push him off but he grabbed my wrists and leaning forward held them above my head. "You're not going anywhere today except with me." "I can't stay in bed all day." I countered. "I've got a sound check later and if you're good I might take you shopping after." "When is this... sound check?" "Two o'clock this afternoon." He replied leaning down closer so he could kiss my neck. "And what do you propose we do until then?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He sat back up and looked down. His fat black cock was rapidly inflating as it lay in between my breasts. "How about I give you a hint." He said shuffling forward so the head of his dick touched my chin. "What do you take me for?" I asked with mock indignation. "A woman who knows what she wants." He replied with a wicked smile. I tipped my head down so I could reach his dick with my tongue. Slowly I ran it around the tip. "What do you want?" I asked quietly between licks. He slid back and leant down again. His lips found mine and we kissed. "You." was his simple response. At one thirty we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower. I had never been fucked so thoroughly, not even on my honeymoon. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t shirt while Ezekiel put on his uniform. Baggy shorts, basketball shoes, oversize t shirt, cap and bling. The transformation was startling even without the dreads, 10K was back. His phone chirped to tell him a car was waiting for him outside the lobby. Inside the elevator I started getting cold feet. What if I ran into someone I knew? I contemplated letting Ezekiel go himself and going back up to the suite. He must have noticed my nervousness and he placed his arm around my waist. It was comforting. The door slid back and to my relief the lobby was relatively deserted. We were soon out the front doors and a driver opened the back door of a hired car. I scooted inside glad to be out of public view and almost sat on Jeremy's lap. If the record company executive was shocked he hid it well. "Hi Helena, how are you doing?" He said with a cheerful smile. I could feel the color rising in my face as I struggled to think of a reply. "Great." was all I could manage. Jeremy moved over and I shuffled across so Ezekiel could get in. "Heh, 10K," "Yo, J," it was amazing how he slipped into character. "Helena is in town for a tourist promotion. I ran into her last night and invited her to come and see what we do." "Great," it was Jeremy's turn to be lost for words. We travelled downtown and pulled up in front of a nondescript warehouse. The only thing identifying it as a club in the daylight was the unlit sign over the door and the railed off area stretching off to the right of the front doors for patrons to queue to get in. Inside it was no more impressive, the odor of sweat and stale alcohol hung in the air. Two people moved around with vacuum cleaners on the carpeted area while another had a leaf blower sweeping the dance floor. Ezekiel took my hand and led me out through a side door marked 'Staff Only.' We followed a dingy corridor that ran beside the dance floor then took a sharp left turn. After going up two short flights of stairs we were on the stage at the front. A skinny man was squatting behind a bank of electrical equipment plugging in various leads. "Yo, Pete," Ezekiel called as we walked towards him. The man stood up and turned around, "Heh, Z, good to see you." "Pete, this is Helena. Helena this is Pete, he's my roadie, sound engineer, and very good friend. Been with me since we were holidaying at the governor's pleasure." We shook hands. My initial impression was wrong; he wasn't skinny. Wiry would be a better description. I guessed around six foot with straggly blonde hair. Angular features and acne scars didn't help his appearance but his smile was warm and genuine and extended to his piercing blue eyes. "Nice to meet you, Helena." He said shaking my hand. "How did you hook up with this reprobate?" Once again I was lost for words. "Easy with the abuse, man," Ezekiel interrupted. "Me and the boys leased a mansion from her to record last month. How is the set up going?" "As usual it didn't all turn up but I think we can make it work." "As long as I've got my magic box I don't care." Ezekiel said stepping into the mess of leads and steel cases. They began sorting through the equipment, chatting amiably while I stood and watched. They were so engrossed in what they were doing I was forgotten. I found a stool just off stage and sat down while I continued to observe the boys and their toys. I didn't know anyone was behind me until a large pair of hands clamped over my eyes and a familiar voice whispered in my ear. "Guess who?" "Jamal?" I spluttered as I tried to remain upright on the stool. I must have jumped six inches off the seat such was the shock. When I turned around Jamal and Isaiah were falling about laughing. "We really got you good," they continued laughing. The commotion got Ezekiel and Pete's attention so they came over. After greeting each other in their own testosterone fueled ways they turned to me. I was still sitting on the stool trying to get my heart rate under control. Isaiah asked about why I was there and once again Ezekiel used his line about running into me at the hotel. The boys were keen to get the sound check done so they all went back to work and thankfully left me alone. With everything in place, Pete went down the back of the room to a little booth I found out later contained a mixing desk and lighting controls. The guys on stage tested the microphones and then they played a number. Pete stopped them a couple of times and came to the stage and fiddled with the equipment before returning to his booth. Eventually he gave the thumbs up and Isaiah and Jamal left. I walked over the Ezekiel who was still standing in his DJ area playing with nobs and buttons. There was a bench with three turntables in front of him. Under the bench there were plastic crates filled with vinyl records. To his left a keyboard and to his right two large black metal boxes covered in dials and buttons and flashing lights next two a computer. I put my finger on one of the turntables and gave it a spin. "So this is where you work your magic?" I asked. "A little bit," he replied looking at the turntables. "They are mostly just for showing off, the guts of the show is contained in here." He tapped the hard drive of the computer to his right. "Thousands of bass lines, beats and samples at my fingertips." "What's so difficult about it then? You could just pre-program the whole thing." It was the first time I'd seen Ezekiel look annoyed. "That's like saying anyone can sell a house. You just have to put an ad in the paper." He could see my surprise at his reaction so his demeanor softened. "Sorry, I get defensive sometimes. It's my job, you know, but some people treat it as a joke. Every night is different. Sometimes as soon as you start there is energy in the room other times you have to create it." I looked at him blankly so he continued his explanation. "You've heard the saying, dancing is like making love with your clothes on?" I nodded. "Well, my job is two hours of foreplay with an orgasm at the end. That can be easy if the crowd is in the mood but if the room is flat with lots of wall flowers then it's hard work." I must have still seemed skeptical. "You'll see tonight. Come on let's go shopping." "Whoa, what am I doing tonight?" "Coming here to the club." "Umm, this is the sort of place my kids would love to sneak into but I don't think it's for me." "What is it with you? You're a beautiful woman, why do you put yourself down? How old are you?" "I don't have to tell..." Ezekiel cut me off. "Yes you do, you are the one making a big issue about how old you are." "I'm... I'm," I considered lying, "thirty five." I said finally deciding the truth was the best option. He stepped close and put his arms around me. "I'm thirty one, thirty two next month," he nuzzled my neck then whispered in my ear. "Looks like I'm not the boy-toy you thought I was." It was true. I would have thought he was no older than mid-twenties. "I'm still a married mother of two children." I whispered back. "Not tonight." was his reply before he kissed me long and deep. When he finally broke away, he took my hand and led me outside into the sunlight. The driver of the hire car opened the door for us again but this time we were alone. "Back to the hotel, sir?" He inquired. "No, head downtown. Corner of Brook and Vine Street." For the next two hours he squired me around various shops. We started with lingerie, moved to dress shops, and finished with shoes. Back at the hotel, we strolled through the front doors loaded down with bags and boxes. The strains of the Big O singing Pretty Woman flashed through my mind as I strutted towards the bank of lifts. Waiting for the doors to open, I remembered the profession Julia Robert's played in the movie, and I wasn't as upbeat. Once the doors closed, and we were once again sealed off from the rest of the world and reality, my hormones took over. Two hours of dressing and undressing for my lover on top of no limit spending, I was primed. I attacked him with my lips then sunk to my knees in front and pulled out his half hard cock. The lift stopped and the doors opened but it wasn't our floor, I kept sucking even though I heard an audible gasp. Ezekiel muttered an apology to whoever was waiting and hit the door close button. "You're fucking crazy, girl," he admonished me, but he didn't try halting my actions. The next time the doors opened we were on our floor and I released his straining member. Getting up I wiped the drool from my chin. Picking up our shopping we went to inside our suite. Dropping the bags, I grabbed Ezekiel by the tool and led him to the bedroom. Pushing him back on the bed I dropped my panties before climbing onto the bed then onto his cock. Still fully clothed I rode him like a demented jockey. Bouncing through two orgasms I didn't stop until I felt him swell and release his hot seed inside me. Exhausted I collapsed on top of him. He stroked my hair with one hand and caressed my butt through my new dress with the other. I could feel some of his cum dripping out but he was still planted deep inside me. He began rocking a little, moving in and out slightly. "Easy baby, I need a minute." I cautioned, and he stopped. Instead he pulled my dress up exposing my bare bum. He kneaded my butt cheeks, pulling them open and exposing my little rosebud to the cool air. His finger snaked down and wiped up some of our combined juices clinging to his cock before transferring it to my ass. I stiffened but didn't tell him to stop. My thoughts returned to Cindy, out on the terrace by the pool at the Tyler mansion. One guy pumping her pussy, the other behind buried deep in her bowels. A Slow Descent Pt. 03 Ezekiel's finger moved in lazy circles around my puckered hole. Every now and then he would scoop up some more fluid and then return to my anus. Once I was used to him touching me there a buzz started building. Did I want to be fucked up the butt? Was it even possible with the big fuck stick still throbbing inside my pussy? I relaxed and went with it as he placed more pressure on my opening and the tip of his finger slipped inside. He quickly removed it, getting some more lube then slipping it inside again even further this time. It was weird, but not as unpleasant as I thought it might be. He kept working away until his finger entered easily and I, despite my misgivings, was actually pushing back trying to get more of it inside. His cock had regained its full erection and he was holding it inside me as deep as it could go. "Do you want to fuck me there?" I gasped. "Can I?" "I don't know... I don't know if it will fit. You're so big... I suppose we can try." I said hesitantly. He lifted me off his cock and lay me on my side facing away from him. Then I was surprised when he got off the bed. I looked over my shoulder and he was looking through his bag. He came back holding a tube in his hand. I watched as he squeezed some of its contents onto his hand and started applying it to his dick. "Do you always come prepared to ravage a girl's virgin hole?" I asked in a mocking tone. He just shrugged and got on the bed. Squeezing some more lube on his fingers he worked it into my butthole. This felt even better and I poked my ass back to allow up him better access. Lying down behind me, he wriggled closer so his cock head rest in the crevice made by my butt cheeks. "Pull it open for me." he ordered gently. I reached back and gripped my butt cheek pulling it up. He inched forward more and now I could feel the heat of his cockhead next to my virgin opening. "Just relax and maybe push out a little." Ezekiel suggested. The two actions sounded diametrically opposed to me but I tried. He pressed forward and I could feel myself stretching, and stretching. I gasped as I started to feel like this wasn't going to work. Gripping the pillow in front of me I buried my head in it and hoped it would muffle my cry of pain. Ezekiel stopped, applied some more lube before pressing forward once more. I willed my body to accept him, to give in to his desires. The pain came back and just when I was about to tell him to stop my sphincter yielded and the fat head forced its way inside. "Ohh fuck." I gasped as the searing pain hit me. "Don't move, don't fucking move." I almost shouted. I fell back on the knowledge gained in my pregnancy classes as I breathed through the pain. With both of us still it almost disappeared. I moved a little either way to test what would happen, it proved decisive. The thought of stretching my poor little hole over that head again meant the only way was onwards. I pushed back and felt more of his cock slide up inside me. Another push and more entered. I felt so full, but now I could rock back and forth slightly without as much discomfort. I continued rocking and Ezekiel reached around to play with my tits. After tweaking my nipples for a while his hand slipped down to my hip. He'd been rocking in time with me but now he began pressing harder. Further and further up inside me he pushed his dick until we were no longer rocking, we were fucking. I had a big black cock fucking my virgin ass and it was starting to feel okay. Pushing me forward so I was now on my stomach he rolled on top. I opened my legs wide to make it easier for him as he continued rutting deep inside me. Stopping momentarily Ezekiel grabbed a pillow and got me to raise my hips before sliding it underneath me. I settled back down onto the pillow and he continued sawing in and out of my ass. "Oh fucking sweet Jesus you feel good," he growled as he picked up the pace. He was going to lose it, I could tell. I wasn't going to climax but it still felt okay. I was servicing my lover, giving myself to him completely. With a bellow he pushed forward hard squashing me down onto the bed. I felt his cum gush into my ass as he remained rigid above me. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck," he grunted with each spurt. He stayed there for some time still buried in my back passage. Then came the part I wasn't looking forward to. Hauling that big head back through my tiny rectum. To my relief, it wasn't a big deal, either I was stretched or Ezekiel dick had shrunk. I suppose it was a combination of both. He went straight to the bathroom as I lay exhausted on the bed. I'd just done the most taboo thing that I could think of and I was already considering how to make it better next time. I was contemplating getting fucked up the ass again. What was wrong with me? I got up gingerly, my lack of sexual knowledge made me wonder if my butt would be gaping open. When I didn't feel any fluid running down my legs I realized I was alright. I walked slowly to the bathroom myself. Ezekiel was in the shower, I felt like a bit of luxury so I dribbled in some bubble bath before turned the taps on to fill the bath. Stripping off my crumpled new dress and underwear I climbed in. I lay back as the water rose around me. When the water got up to my chin I flicked the taps off with my toes, tilted my head back and closed my eyes. The hot water eased any aches and made me drowsy. I must have dozed off because I didn't hear Ezekiel get out of the shower. I looked around and the room was empty so I closed my eyes and drifted off again. I was woken by a tap on the shoulder. "Time to wake up, sleeping beauty." Ezekiel said. He was sitting on a stool behind me with two bottles of complimentary shampoo and conditioner in his hands. "What are you up too?" I asked sleepily. "A stylist is going to be here in thirty minutes so I thought I'd wash your hair before she got here." "Stylist?" I was puzzled. "We can't waste the new clothes and shoes by not having a new hairdo. Slip down and wet your hair." I slid down and ran my fingers through my hair before sitting back up again. Ezekiel poured some shampoo on top of my head then began massaging it in. His big hands were incredibly gentle and thorough, making sure he built up a good lather. Rinsing the shampoo out, he moved onto the conditioner. Again he made sure he got good coverage right to the tips before giving me an incredible scalp massage. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" I asked dreamily. "Do you want me to stop?" "Oh god no." I groaned. "Then hush, you wouldn't want to know anyway." "Yes, I suppose you're right. I would only want to scratch her eyes out." He chuckled, "Alright, time to rinse." "No, not yet. Five minutes more... please." I pleaded. Ezekiel huffed, "The stylist will be here soon." "Please, pretty please!" "Alright, but just two minutes." He compromised. Five minutes later I rinsed and got out while Ezekiel went to let the stylist in. I walked out into the room wrapped in my towel. I suppose I was expecting a woman. I saw Ezekiel talking to a man and shrunk back behind the door. "Oh don't worry, hon, you've got nothing I'm interesting in," the man said in a very camp voice. The stylist turned out to only be the start. While I was sitting in the chair two ladies arrived to work on my nails, both hands and feet. When they were finished, and my hair was done, a makeup artist arrived. In the finish there wasn't much change out of two hours and by then I was sick of it. The last thing I wanted to do was go out, I wanted to curl up in bed but Ezekiel had my clothes picked out. I put them on and perused my image in the mirror. I couldn't believe the transformation; I doubt my mother would have recognized me. Ezekiel let out a low whistle. "Baby, you are looking fine tonight!" "You just like that the dress is so small my tits hang out the top and my ass pokes out the bottom." "Oh yeah, but you know I'm only interested in your mind." He said as his hand cupped my buttocks. I turned sharply and slapped his hand away. "You know, I can't go out like this. I don't know anybody, you'll be on stage. I haven't been to a club in ten years and I look like a tart." I complained. "Heh, girl," he took me in his arms. "You are going to love it. You'll be in the VIP section not down with the masses. Jeremy will be there and I'll make sure he takes care of you." He kissed me lightly on the lips. "Come on, you are going to be the belle of the ball and trust me, compared to most of the girls there you will look like a nun." In his arms he could have told me black was white and I would have believed him. Reassured I sat down while Ezekiel performed his own transformation into 10K. Luckily that only took ten minutes. He'd just finished when Jeremy called to say he was waiting in the limo down stairs. We got to the club at ten thirty which I thought was late but the place was almost deserted. There were some people lined up at the door and they cheered and called out as we walked in. 10K went straight out the back while Jeremy took me upstairs to the VIP area. There was no one up there and I quizzed Jeremy on the lack of a crowd. "Don't worry they know 10K kicks off at eleven. By then the place will be packed and ready to party." He got me a glass of champagne and showed me to a table that overlooked the front of the dance floor and the stage. At ten forty five I gave him a questioning look and pointed to the sparse covering of people on the dance floor. We were still the only ones in the VIP area. He just shrugged and told me that they would be here. Sure enough a trickle of party goers soon became a flood as bodies began to pack in down below. With five minutes to go the VIP area was nearly full and downstairs seemed to be bursting at the seams. The guy who had been playing house tunes finished and the stage lights faded. Shadowy figures moved about on the stage and then a thumping bass beat started. A murmur went through the crowd and they moved forward. Looking from above, the whole crowd pulsed in time with the beat. Thinking back to what Ezekiel had said in the morning I realized he was testing the waters. Seeing what the vibe was like in the room before he decided how to start his set. The tempo of the beat got faster and the crowd started to bounce and yell; these guys and girls were ready to go! The bass beat stopped, the whole room went black and then some music I actually recognized started. Angus Young's crunching guitar throbbed about the room as the opening riff of Highway to Hell blasted from the speakers. The lights came up and the crowd roared their approval to the man behind the decks. That opening riff was about the only music I knew for the next two hours. There were some spots where I thought I could hear a familiar refrain or melody but they were slower or faster or somehow different to what I remember. Through it all the bass kept thumping and the people kept jumping. It was amazing the way he manipulated the crowd by changing the music in sometimes very subtle ways. Without Ezekiel explanation in the morning I would have said it was just loud noise but now it made sense. Jeremy kept my glass full but he was mostly working the VIP crowd and pressing the flesh. He told me there were some big wigs from the music industry he was trying to set a deal with. Ezekiel was right about another thing: I felt positively overdressed. There was so much flesh on display I wondered why some of them bother getting dressed at all. I noticed one girl in the VIP area that I'd seen on television. She was in one of those teenage dramas that my daughter watched religiously. She must have been in a big hurry to get here tonight because she had forgotten to wear a bra. Her breasts kept slipping out the sides of what I assume she thought was a dress but resembled two handkerchiefs held together with fishing line. She and her two friends were wasted, stumbling about bumping into mostly men, not that they seemed to mind. At one stage she went to sit down and missed the chair. On her back with her legs in the air we all found out the bra wasn't the only thing she had forgotten to put on. 10K was getting close to the end of his set and he had the crowd whipped into a frenzy. Suddenly he slowed it down and the crowd looked to the stage bewildered, they hadn't got their climax. "I want to welcome two friends to the stage!" He yelled before the spotlight on him went black. Two more lit up at either side of the stage and Jamal and Isaiah entered wearing their slick suits and started walking towards each other. The crowd went nuts and girls screamed the guy's names as they tried to get closer to the stage. They yelled out greetings to the crowd and strutted about. I wondered what they were waiting for then the spotlight on the decks lit up again. Only it wasn't 10K anymore, it was Ezekiel in his own slick suit. They launched into three numbers and had the crowd screaming for more. After two encores they left the stage and the house lights came up. I looked for Jeremy and saw him in a huddle with the three drunken girls. I'll wait for a moment, I thought, so I watched the people below slowly disperse. I turned around again but I couldn't see Jeremy. I wandered through the thinning group of celebrities. I couldn't find him and it wasn't that big of a space so I decided to head back stage myself. The security guard on the side door wouldn't let me go in until Pete walked up behind me. He'd just come from packing up his mixing desk. "It's alright," he said to the blockhead. "She's with 10K." We walked through and down the corridor towards the dressing room. As we approached the door to the dressing room Jeremy appeared. He tried to close the door quickly but not before I heard a girly squeal come from the room. "Helena, I was just coming to get you." He lied. "Fuck off Jeremy!" I pushed passed him and opened the door. Jamal was sitting in a chair with a naked girl between his legs sucking his cock. Isaiah was lying on a table with another naked girl astride him. A door on the other side of the room opened and Ezekiel came out of what must have been a bathroom with a towel around his waist. He stopped dead when he saw me and the little drunken starlet from upstairs ran into the back of him. The "dress" was gone and she too was naked and her hair was wet. "Hi mum, are you lost?" She said before nearly collapsing in a fit of giggles. I turned and initially started to walk away. Ezekiel called after me so I started to run as best as I could in my heels. I made it back into the main room of the club before he caught up to me and I knew he wouldn't venture in there in a towel. I scrambled for the front door unsure as to how or what I was going to do when I got outside. Bursting into the cold night air I spied the car that had picked us up parked in a roped off area to my left. I made a bee line for it hoping the driver was in it. As I approached he got out. "Everything okay, ma'am?" He asked politely. "Could you see me back to the hotel please?" "What about the others?" He inquired quite reasonably. "They have a few things to attend to." I winked at him, "They told me to go ahead." He shrugged, "Okay, in you get." He opened the back door and I slipped inside. Once the car was moving I relaxed and the emotional shit hit the fan. How could I have been so stupid? What the fuck was I thinking? I knew the truth of what had happened. I'd been caught up in my own little Cinderella fantasy. Poor little Helena is plucked from the dull drudgery of her everyday existence by an exotic stranger. He sweeps her off her feet and takes her away to his castle and she lives happily ever after. "You are seriously pathetic," I muttered under my breath. Was I really that desperate for attention? Fuck, what a mess. I opened my new Prada bag and was thankful Ezekiel had given me the room pass to keep safe. I stopped my mental self-flagellation and peered out the window at the city nightlife passing me by. My phone buzzed but I turned it off. I didn't want to talk to him. At the hotel I went straight to the suite with a busboy. After packing my things onto his trolley we went back to the lobby and I waited while he got my car. I saw my car pull up out front followed by a taxi. I was through the doors before I saw Ezekiel get out of the taxi and walk towards me. "What are you doing?" He asked as he got closer. "What does it look like?" I pointed to the guy putting my bags in the back of my car. "It's one thirty in the morning Helena. It's a two hour drive home. It will be four o'clock before you get there." He held up his hand as he spoke and counted off his points on three fingers. "Go back upstairs, there are two bedrooms. Sleep on it and we can talk in the morning." He was standing close to me, blocking me from getting to the car. "Correction I will be home by three thirty and what about Miss Teeny Tits? Is she going to be with you in your room?" "You got it all wrong Helena. I was having a shower and next thing I know she's in there with me. I got straight out and that's when you walked in." "Oh how inconvenient for you! Did I interrupt your orgy?" "Helena, please," there was an exasperated look on his face. "Look, Ezekiel, or 10K, or whoever the fuck you are, it's not a problem." I replied tiredly, "We had some fun, we both knew it wasn't going to last. I got some naughty sex, you got some MILF action, now it's over. I'm not into teenage gang bangs so let's leave it at that." I pushed past him and opened the door of my car. "Helena, wait," he'd followed me and was holding out an envelope in his hand. "What's this, my pay?" I asked bitterly looking at what he was offering. "Stop being stupid, Helena, and let me finish." Ezekiel said sternly. "I'm leaving for Paris on Friday. I'm going to be the producer for some European artists so I'll be there for six months. This is a voucher for a first class return ticket to Paris. I want you to come with me." He waved the envelope again. "Yeah sure, I'll just put my work, marriage and children on hold for six months." "Please just take it. You can come for a week, come for a weekend, I don't care. I want to show you Paris." He pleaded. My Cinderella moment had arrived, but it was past midnight. My old world was firmly back in place and that wasn't going to change. "Goodbye, Ezekiel." I said leaving him standing on the steps still holding the envelope. On the road I looked at the time, one forty five am. It would seem very strange if I turned up at home at four o'clock in the morning. I remembered a place just on the end of the freeway out of the city. Twenty four hour traveler's motel, cheap rooms for weary tourists. That would suit me fine. I'd catch a few hours' sleep then get going early and I should be home before nine. I wanted to catch up with Cindy before work. She had dabbled in this sort of thing before albeit with her husband's consent. She would know what I should do. I was wrong about the room, it was small, dirty and noisy. I was out of there by five thirty without even having a shower. I was sure a team of PhD students could spend a week in that bathroom and probably discover some new species of fungus and mold. On the road with the sun coming up over the ocean to my left my mood brightened. I pulled in and got some greasy breakfast at a roadhouse about seven and was driving into Coloons Bay around seven forty five. Rather than ring I thought I'd just drop in on Cindy. She was an early riser and often went on early morning runs. When I turned into the road that she lived down I was relieved to see her VW in the driveway. However I was soon off balance again when I saw my husband's truck parked on the curb in front of the house. Maybe Cindy was getting some building work done but neither Jim or Cindy had mentioned it. A Slow Descent Pt. 03 I parked behind Jim's truck and sat in the car. I could hardly ask Cindy for advice about what had transpired in the city with him around. I was glad Cindy's house was at the end of the road and faced away towards the bushland behind it. They were unlikely to have seen me drive up. I was about turn the ignition to drive away when the nagging doubt got the better of me. Why was Jim here this early? I got out and walked to the front of his truck placing my hand on the bonnet. It was stone cold. This truck hadn't been driven in the last hour. I walked towards the house, the main entrance was on the left hand side but you could enter the backyard through a gate on the right side. It just looked like a solid fence but if you reached over where the first and second panel joined there was latch. I clicked the latch and walked through the gate trying to look nonchalant, as if I was meant to be there. The backyard had a jacuzzi and a separate undercover entertainment area. I skirted around the jacuzzi and moved towards the main living area of the house along the back deck. To take advantage of the tremendous view nearly all this back section of the house was glass so I could see inside easily. Cindy was at the stove top frying up some breakfast. She was wearing a short house coat with bare legs and feet. One of the large glass doors was open and I could hear Cindy humming to a tune playing quietly on the radio. There was no sign of Jim. It just looked like a typical early morning scene. Oh well, I thought I might as well go inside. Not wanting to freak Cindy out, I was backtracking so I could go around to the main entrance when I heard a high pitched squeal. I went back along the deck and found I could no longer see Cindy. She was obscured by the hairy back and ass of my naked husband, Jim. I was drawn to the scene, moving closer to the open door. I could hear Cindy tittering as she tried to fend of Jim as he groped around under her house coat. As she wriggled and squirmed her bare bottom was visible rubbing against Jim. "What's wrong with you? I haven't seen you this horny since you got back from your holiday. Didn't you get enough last night?" Cindy asked, as her giggling subsided and her voice developed a husky tone. Jim was working on her breast and rubbing himself against her ass. "The frigid bitch gets back tomorrow." He replied. "I should be getting ready to go to work." Cindy was now pushing back against Jim and one of her hands reached back and gripped his butt. "Fuck work, let's spend the morning here." Jim dipped a little and Cindy groaned as he must have found her opening with his cock. He started thrusting hard causing Cindy to bump into the bench. "Jesus, Jim, I'm over the stovetop here." She grunted as she turned off the gas and he continued humping her. Without missing a beat Jim lifted her feet off the ground and swung her around so she was now bent over the table. He slammed into her a couple more times before pulling right out. Gripping his tool he lifted the head higher before moving it back between Cindy's butt cheeks. "Whoa there lover boy, you are going to need some help." Cindy pushed a tub of margarine back toward him. Jim dipped his fingers in the tub before smearing the spread over his cock and her anus. The preliminaries done he resumed his stance and pushed his dick up Cindy's bum. "Oh yeah," he groaned, "so fucking good." "You really are an ass man aren't you?" Cindy chuckled. "I wonder what Helena would think if she could see us now?" I was standing on the threshold of the glass door when I found my voice. "She'd call you a backstabbing conniving cunt and him a fucking asshole." I yelled. Jim's head spun around and his mouth hung open as he saw me standing there. Cindy was trying to push him backwards so she could stand up but he was frozen in place. His hands still gripped her hips and I assumed his dick was still inside her. I stepped back, grabbing the handle of the sliding door then pulled it shut as hard as I could. It slammed into the door jamb with a loud bang and a jagged crack appeared from one corner to the other. I strode off purposefully back to my car and spun the wheels as I headed for home. Four weeks later. I unlocked the office door, punched in my code to deactivate the alarm, then strolled through to my desk. Sitting down I turn on my computer to check for correspondence. While I waited for the computer to boot up my eyes wandered around the office before coming to rest on Cindy's empty desk. In the last four weeks everything had gone to hell in a hand basket. I'd arrived home after walking in on Jim and Cindy to find my children sitting up having breakfast. They expressed surprise at my early return but I couldn't talk to them I was to upset. They went to school and I sat around waiting. For what I'm not sure, I suppose I expected Jim to return and try to explain what I'd seen but he didn't. Cindy tried to call me twice but I didn't pick up. It was after four in the afternoon when Jim's truck pulled into the driveway. I was still seething as I cooked dinner, I heard the back door open and I was waiting for the confrontation. It didn't happen, I waited but Jim didn't appear. In the end it got too much for me and I went looking. I ended up finding him in the bedroom, he was packing a bag. There wasn't a confrontation, he just said he was leaving and I said fine. Jim took up residence in one of our holiday rental houses that was vacant. The next day I'd gone to work trying to appear normal. Cindy came in too. We sidled around each other until the other two girls were out running errands. Wow, now that was a confrontation. She accused me of being ungrateful, saying that she had sacrificed so much to keep Jim happy and stop him from leaving me earlier. It turned out they had been going at it ever since I confided in Cindy that sex wasn't going well for me after my second child. Apparently it was her duty as a friend to make sure Jim was getting his rocks off. In the end I think I was quite calm when I said. "You're fired! Get your slutty ass out of here." It was hard on the children. I gave them an abridged version of what had gone on with their father and Cindy. They were supportive of me as was most of the town, until the picture turned up on an Internet fan site. "Who is the mystery brunette seen with 10K?" That was the headline for the grubby little story. There were two pictures from the front of the nightclub, one of me getting out of the car the other of us both walking inside. I suppose everybody is a journalist nowadays with cameras in mobile phones. The pictures actually weren't that bad, I doubt most of my friends would have recognized me but I'm pretty sure Cindy, Jane and Annie knew what was going on. Two days later it got worse. "Was Mystery Brunette a Professional? It seems busboys have camera phones too. This picture was very damning, 10K offering the disheveled me an envelope. Needless to say this picture spread through town like a cold through a kindergarten. The support from friends quickly disappeared replaced by animosity. My husband had been cheating for nine years but I was a slut for the last couple of months. Cindy's husband accosted me as I was locking up the shop two weeks after it all blew up. He called me a nigger loving slut. I told him he should keep his wife on a tighter leash. Then he started crying, Cindy had moved in with Jim. Worse was to come for me as my children decided they wanted to move in with their father the next weekend. I sort of understood my daughter's move, my relationship with my mother had been fractious and I wasn't doing any better with my own daughter. Too much alike I think, although she would argue that point as she did any other point I ever made. My son was just going with the flow and for me the tide was definitely going out. I was distraught and tried to explain, tried to get them to stay. The other children at school had been calling them names and making jokes about me. I watched them walk to their fathers car in tears hoping that one day I could make it right. While my private life was in the toilet I'd hoped my business wouldn't suffer. I was wrong. After the regional tourist board discovered my real whereabouts during the conference I was deposed as chairperson and removed from the committee. Some of the local owners removed their properties from my listings. It wasn't terminal, many of the houses were owned by outsiders from the city but it still hurt. Then last week Jim arrived in the office. He had legal letter outlining the legal moves he was going to make if I didn't agree to voluntarily vacant the house so he and the children could move back in. I resisted of course, the thought of that whore Cindy in my dream house was like a dagger in the heart. However after legal advice I relented and we were in the process of swapping abodes. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse Jim turned up again yesterday. Now he was demanding either I give Cindy back her job or he would petition the court to garner fifty percent of the money coming in to my business Coloon's Bay Holidays. I kicked him out, fucking asshole. Yes our joint names were on the business license but he hadn't ever contributed to it. I told him I'd see him in court. My phone pinged and it broke the melancholy spell I was under. Looking at the time I knew who it was from. He was like clockwork, every morning the same time. I swiped the screen and the message icon flashed the number one. I hit it and the screen opened up to a beautiful sunset over a vineyard somewhere in France. The message with it was simple. 'Wish u were here.' The office door opened and in came Annie and Jane talking and laughing. Seeing me at my desk the merriment stopped abruptly. I don't know why, a bit of a laugh would have done me a lot of good. For whatever reason being near me in my current situation led to everyone being awkward and flat. Cindy wouldn't have been, she would have perked me up. Damn I missed the fucking bitch sometimes, a lot more than I missed my husband. Now they were both polluting my children's minds against me. I tried to reach out but was rebuffed on each attempt. I got up and we had a talk about what was on the agenda for today. It was still quiet, spring was in the air but not many people were thinking of beach holidays yet. I had a meeting with Brian, the architect in charge of the new development in town. There had been a change of focus and he wanted to talk to me about it. We met on site after lunch. The site was still a bare block as they were still negotiating with the council planning department. He was waiting by his car when I got there. As I approached he smiled warmly and shook my hand. My spirits lifted immediately, it made a nice change from the scowls and looks of pity I'd been getting. When he rolled out the plans I could see straight away the project was moving in a very different direction. "What's going on here?" I inquired as I inspected the drawings. "We weren't having any success pitching the holiday villas to potential backers so we've changed to retirement apartments." Brian explained. "And they are interested in retirement apartments?" I was skeptical. "Very much so. We got two banks to back us then we held a seminar to gauge support among our target audience." "Positive response?" "We are already oversubscribed with people who've handed over five grand to reserve the right to buy off the approved plans." "Bullshit!" I spun around startled. "No I can assure you it's very true. The post war "baby boomers" are all getting ready to retire. They are mostly sitting on the best real estate in the city as well as a pension fund. Downsizing to an apartment on the coast is very attractive." Brian beamed. "Wow," I looked back at the plans doing some quick math in my head. "In fact, if you could put together another parcel of land of a similar size, outlook and location we would be very interested." "I'll keep it in mind." I barely registered his last statement. I was looking at the number of apartments and working out how many extra people would be in town. Retired people, with families who might want to come on holidays near their loaded parents or grandparents. This could be a bonanza for the town. We spoke for another half an hour while we walked over the site then headed back to the cars. "Could you recommend somewhere for dinner tonight? I'm staying and meeting with the council committee tomorrow." "Um," I thought for a moment. "The Royal Hotel in the Main Street does a good steak, for seafood I'd go to The Boatshed and for Asian, ah probably Sweet Sour Salt which is block down from a The Royal." "I'm a red meat man so I think I'll go to The Royal. Any chance of you coming along? I'm paying, well, the company is." My first thought was no way, the last thing I needed was to have dinner in public with a strange man. Thinking a bit longer I thought stuff them all, it couldn't get much worse. "Sure, sounds good. What time? "Seven thirty okay?" "See you at The Royal at seven thirty." I shook his hand and got back into my car. Back at the office Annie and Jane were huddled at Jane's desk gossiping. My entrance stopped the talking and they watched me walk to my desk. I could feel their eyes boring into me and it was really starting to give me the shits. I turned on them. "Is there something you want to say to me?" "No, no ...no," they replied together. "Come on, you two have been like a couple of teenage girls giggling behind your hands for weeks. What the fuck is it?" Jane shrunk back but Annie straightened and looked me in the eye. "We were just wondering where they put your tattoo?" Jane's mouth hung open as she appeared flabbergasted at her colleague's question. Annie's eyes never left mine as she challenged me to answer the question. "I haven't got one. I didn't need a tramp stamp." Annie snorted, "Yeah right," she said sarcastically. "I'll show you!" I thundered I walked to the door and clicked the lock as I started unbuttoning my blouse. Jane had gone from flabbergasted to mortified. Annie leaned back against the desk watching me coolly. She didn't believe I was going to go through with it but I continued. I was down to my bra and panties before she held up her hand. "Okay, okay, we believe you." She may have said it but her eyes told me she still didn't believe me. I was riled up and after everything that had gone on in the past couple of weeks I didn't care about my modesty. I still hoped to God no one was coming to the door for the next minute as I continued removing my bra and panties. "Do you want me to turn around spread them and cough?" I barked still fuming. "We believe you alright, just put your clothes back on." Annie said defeated. "Both of you can go and don't bother coming in tomorrow." I ordered as I began getting dressed. "Are we fired?" Jane squeaked. "I haven't decided yet, I'll let you know." They grabbed their stuff and left. No doubt the story of my strip would be around the town before sunset. Another tale to fuel the fires, I cursed my stupidity. This wasn't going to make it any easier to see my kids. I sighed, being alone was okay, I had some things I wanted to do for the rest of the afternoon that I didn't want anyone else knowing about. I sat down heavily in my chair getting my breathing under control, I felt a little light headed. It would pass, I knew it would because it had before. The truth was I didn't need a tattoo. I looked down and placed my hand on my stomach. Ezekiel's baby growing inside me was all the reminder I needed. I hadn't done the test yet, but I was fairly sure. I was two weeks late so unless menopause has come early I'm pregnant. Putting that aside I opened up my contacts on the computer and grabbed the phone. Driving back from my meeting with Brian I'd sensed an opportunity and I wanted to nail down some details before dinner tonight. Before I knew it the clock said six so I printed out what I had been working on and went to my new address to get ready for dinner. After a shower I stood looking at the clothes I'd bought from home trying to work out what to wear for dinner. I wasn't looking for love, tonight was business even though Brian didn't know it yet. Still it wouldn't hurt to put some bait on the hook. I settled for a conservative wool skirt and a blouse over a push up bra that gave a big hint about my other assets. Walking into the bar at The Royal I felt a little self-conscious as some heads swiveled to follow my progress. I saw Brian already seated in the bistro and headed for his table. He stood up as I approached, leaning in for an air kiss when I was close enough. That would surely get some tongues wagging. We ordered and made small talk while we waited for a glass of wine. Once it arrived it was time to make my pitch. "Were you serious about being interested in another parcel of land in town?" I inquired innocently. "We certainly are, just between you and me this could be the most lucrative development we have been involved with since the global financial crisis." "Alright then," I reached into my handbag and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. After flattening the map and placing it in front of him I continued. "How does the highlighted area grab you?" "Mm," he studied it for a moment. "What's the size of the area, I can't see a scale." "It's the equivalent of seven of the town's building blocks." "Slope?" He asked scratching his chin. "More than your current site but it has much better views." I replied nonchalantly, trying to hide my enthusiasm. "Hmm, current owners?" "Spoke to them today, all interested in receiving an offer." He sat quietly still looking at the map, mulling over the proposal. "Can I have a look at the site tomorrow?" He looked up at me expectantly. "Definitely, whatever time suits you." Business concluded we got on with having a pleasant dinner. It got spicy when Jim and Cindy came in. The look on Cindy's face, priceless. She had traded down to an older model and here I was supping with a young, hot thing. They didn't stay for dinner but they did motion the my two children inside momentarily to see me. My heart broke at the look on their faces. I made an excuse an left dinner early so Brian didn't see me cry. The next day I took Brian on a tour first thing in the morning. He was making positive noises about the location. "Are you sure these people will sell?" He asked. "Can you keep a secret?" He nodded, "you are looking at the owner of two of them. I manage two others for clients from the city. One is a recently deceased estate and the owner of the last one is currently in negotiation with someone standing right next to you." Brian turned towards me with his head cocked to the side. I think he just realized he wasn't dealing with an amateur. "I suppose you expect us to pay over the odds for your slice?" He asked suspiciously. "I don't expect you to pay for my slice at all. I want in on the whole development, my two, hopefully three properties will be my contribution." I explained with fingers crossed behind my back. He looked up at the building then turned around and surveyed the view out to sea. "It is a stunning spot." He mused, "are you sure you can deliver the other vendors?" "I spoke to them yesterday afternoon, with the right money it won't be an issue." Brian ran his fingers through his hair, "can you write this up in a proposal so I can take it to the board tomorrow?" I opened the briefcase I'd bought with me and handed him a folder. "I think you'll find everything you need in there. You might want to take some photos while you are here to add to it." A Slow Descent Pt. 03 He opened the folder and leafed through it shaking his head. "Why do I get the feeling I've been three steps behind you the whole time?" "I have no idea. I'm just here to help." I said with a broad smile. After seeing Brian safely to the council chambers I drove to my office. There was nothing happening there so I went to my next appointment with a lawyer in the next town up the coast. We spent an hour together working on some documents and he promised to have then ready for me by four that afternoon. Walking back to my car I checked my messages, a picture from Paris came through. My finger hovered over the reply button but I stopped myself. I can't, I thought, there was too much I had to deal with here. I got some takeaway and ate it at my desk back at the office as I tidied up a couple of work messages. I had one more important call to make but I procrastinated for half an hour before I summoned up the courage. Taking a deep breath I hit the speed dial number for my husband. It rang for quite some time before I heard the gruff greeting. "What do you want?" "I was wondering if you could come to the office at closing time tonight. There are some things I think we need to sort out and the sooner we get them done the better." "I want Cindy there too." He grunted. I wanted her there too but I didn't want Jim to know that. "I think it's between you and me, Cindy's got nothing to do with it." "If Cindy's not included then I'm not coming." Jim replied angrily. "What, are you worried you might have the sudden urge to fuck somebody?" "I've got work to do Helena. If you want to talk to somebody, talk to my lawyer." "Alright, alright," I jumped in before he hung up. "If you need her to hold your hand, bring her along." There was a pause and I wondered if he had disconnected. "We'll be there at five thirty but we can't stay long. We are packing up Cindy's stuff from her house tonight while her husband's away." "See you th..." I heard the click as he hung up without waiting for my reply. As promised the lawyer emailed the documents to me at four. I checked through them to make sure they were what I wanted. I had to ring her back and clarify a few legal terms but in the end I was happy with the draft. Now all that was left was to wait. I unlocked my bottom drawer and lifted out a registered mail envelope with my name on it. I pulled out its contents as I'd done several times since it had come. There was a voucher for a first class return ticket to Paris and a very short note. I'm very sorry, please come and let me show you Paris. I was about to lock up when Jim and Cindy finally arrived at five forty five. There were strained greetings before I pointed to the chairs in front of my desk. They sat down stiffly and I took my place on the other side. I'd been thinking about what I was going to say all afternoon but it was still difficult to say the words. "Alright, um, I want us to talk this out like adults. We have all seen messy relationship break-ups, lawyers and court cases. I don't want that." They remained silent so I continued. "It seems that my future isn't in Coloons Bay..." "Are you fucking off to your black bastard boyfriend?" Jim interjected. "As I'm a 'frigid bitch' I really don't think what I'm going to do is any of your concern." I spat back. Jim made a move to get up but Cindy restrained him. "It can't hurt to hear what she has got to say." She pulled him back down into the seat then turned back to me. "Get on with it honey, but get to the point. We've got things to do." She rubbed Jim's leg suggestively. Jim grinned and I felt like vomiting but bit back the bile and continued. "Okay, I propose we split up our assets and move on. The easiest way to get a divorce is to separate for twelve months then petition the court jointly. However I think it would be best if we decided on how we split up what we own now." "Sounds reasonable," Jim said, "what do you propose?" "You get the family home, I get the rentals. You buy out my share of the business and we split our current loans fifty fifty." "Not a chance," Jim hissed. "Why would I want this poxy business?" Cindy must have kicked his ankle, he turned and looked at her with a 'what the fuck' look before her expression shut him down. That's why I wanted Cindy here, Jim might not want it but she did. "What Jim meant to say is that it's not an equal split. You get three houses and we get one." "But this business makes more in four months of summer than the rentals make in two years." I argued. "And we have to pay for the business." Cindy countered. We sat silently, I looked down at the desk in front of me. I think they were ready for my real offer but I wasn't sure. "Maybe we should leave this to the court." Jim said pushing his chair back in preparation to stand up. "Alright, you get the house and the business with no payment and I get the rentals. I ...I just have to get out." I blurted out hoping the tears I was forcing out seemed genuine. Glancing up I could see that Cindy was sold. She had a triumphant look in her eye. Jim was suspicious, I suppose he knew me too well. "What are you playing at? You love this business, you started it from scratch. Why give it up for nothing?" "I can't stay it his town. Do you know what it's like to walk down the street and have people turn away from you?" I blubbered. "You should have thought of that before you got jungle fever!" Jim stood and it looked like he was heading for the door. Cindy scrambled after him, snagging his arm and dragging him to the side before whispering fiercely in his ear. I couldn't catch the conversation but I did hear a few phrases, goldmine, for me and please. They turned around, came back to the desk and sat back in the chairs. "We... I mean I might be interested but I want it in writing." I felt like one of those TV chefs that start their preparation for a dish then grab a bowl saying 'here's some I prepared earlier. I reached into my drawer and pulled out copies of the documents the lawyer had sent to me. Sniffing loudly I placed them on the table. "My lawyer drew these up, they list our assets, and we just have to sign the individuals name under the asset they are getting before a witness then co-sign at the bottom." Cindy was very keen to be the witness and to sign straight away but Jim wanted to take some time. When I suggested he take it to his lawyer he agreed then they left. I sat back in my chair, laying my head right back so I was staring at the ceiling. Was I doing the right thing? Time would tell, right now it couldn't get much worse. I was a pariah in my hometown, my children wouldn't speak to me, my ex-best friend was living with my soon to be ex-husband. What a cluster fuck. Maybe if I could pull off this deal I could make a fresh start somewhere close by. I turned my phone off silent and saw there was a new message. It was Jane wondering if she should come into work tomorrow. I didn't feel like interacting with her or Annie so I sent back to not come in until next Monday. While I had messages open I clicked on Ezekiel's latest picture. My finger once again ached to press reply, I just couldn't. The next day I slept in and didn't get to work until ten. I fiddled about for an hour before deciding to start clearing my desk. I figured one way or another soon it wouldn't be mine anymore. I attacked my lockable drawer first removing the bank, tax and business license details. Ezekiel's letter slipped out of the stack of documents as I was placing them in a box. I suppressed the urge to open it and gaze at it again, instead placing it in my handbag. I took the box to the back door so it was ready to go to the car when I locked up at the close of business. Walking back into the main office I was surprised to see Jim standing in the middle of the room. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "We're ready to sign. Can you come down to my lawyer's office at lunchtime?" So my future was set in stone with the stroke of a pen. I walked back to the office in a trance-like state only to be rudely awoken by finding the office door open. Jane was sitting at her desk while Annie and Cindy were attacking the locked drawer of my desk with a large screwdriver. "What the fuck are you doing?" I bellowed as I closed the distance between us in three quick strides. "What?" The girls were taken aback by my presence, Cindy recovered first. "Out with the old and in with the new," she laughed nervously. "We thought we'd pack up your desk for you." "The three of you can get the fuck out!" I screeched. "But it's not your office anymore, you can't tell us what to do." Cindy stepped up so she was right in front of my face. "You just signed it away, so you get out." "Like fuck I did, I just signed a provisional division of property agreement with my husband not with you. My name is still on the lease, I'm still the registered owner of this business with the Department of Fair Trading. Most importantly my name is still on the bank account so I sign the cheques. So get the fuck out of here before I call the police!" I thundered. Jane was already out the door, Annie followed her quickly but Cindy hesitated until I picked up the receiver of the telephone on my desk. That was fun I thought as the door banged shut after Cindy had exited. A small victory however ultimately a hollow one. Cindy had the paperwork done to swap the lease and put her name on the business register by Friday afternoon. The bank took longer because she had to organize an overdraft. As with any sea-side tourist business the account grew fat through summer but dwindled through winter. By Spring it was always very tight. Cindy's fervor to get me out meant I got motivated to get the rest of the titles and loans sorted out. Once that was done I settled with the owner of the property between my two where I'd pitched the development to Brian. It was just a house swap, he moved into my third house that had only been renovated the previous year. Given his house was run down, he had to give me sixty thousand to match the value of mine. The money was very handy as I no longer had an income. In the three weeks it took me to get all my finances sorted out I'd also pitched, together with Brian, my site for an expansion of the retirement apartments. I thought it had gone well and Brian seemed positive but I still hadn't heard anymore. As I was currently unemployed I used the most of my free time to negotiate with the owners of the other three houses. They'd all agreed to terms for a sale, I was just waiting for the official go ahead. I made several attempts to get some semblance of a relationship going with my children. They would talk to me but that was about all. I was feeling a bit down and those damn photos kept popping into my phone every morning. I was sitting on the front step of the house I was living in with a cup of morning coffee when it finally got to me. "Fuck it," I muttered looking down at my abdomen. "He needs to know and I don't want to do this over the phone." I marched back inside and got online. I found the airline site the voucher was for and began to look at times for flights to Paris. There was one leaving the following evening with a first class seat available do I booked it and went to pack. At four o'clock that afternoon I saw a car pull up outside and Brian got out. He skipped up the steps to the front door holding something in his hands. I opened just as he was trying to juggle a bottle of champagne and two glasses into one hand so he could knock. "So?" I asked expectantly. "They love it! Your pitch sold them." He beamed as he strode in placing the glasses and bottle on a nearby table he picked me up and swung me around. "Yeessss," I squealed as much with relief as anything. He put me down, opened the wine and poured us both overflowing glasses. "To the Coloons Bay Retirement Retreat!" He toasted. We clinked our glasses and guzzled. I flopped down in a chair close by kicking off my shoes. "What's next?" I inquired as Brian poured me some more bubbles. "We work on the other property owners and sign some contracts. Then do some design work and approach the council." "The other properties are easy. I've spoken to the three owners and sounded them out about prices. I think they will be easily satisfied. When do the contracts have to be signed?" "Usually takes about a month to do all the due diligence as long as there are no hitches." "Ohh, um, I'm flying to Paris tomorrow." "Good for you! When will you be back?" Brian said still smiling. "I'm not really sure, maybe ...maybe next week." "Oh," Brian put his glass down and thought for a moment. "Ah, I think my bosses will want you to sign something before you go. They won't want to buy the other properties without yours locked in." "Well I could come to your office in the city tomorrow before I go to the airport." I suggested. "Not much time ..." He looked at his watch, "give me a minute." Brian walked out the front next to his car and began dialing on his phone. I watched as he paced backwards and forwards while he spoke. He hung up and dialed another number resuming pacing as he spoke. Hanging up again he sat on the car bonnet for five minutes before his phone rang and he spoke for a short time before coming back inside. "Right, I've spoken to the boss and to the legal department. There will be a letter of intent on my desk at midday tomorrow for you to sign before you go." "Easy." I said relieved. "Not so fast, my boss wants the other properties well on the way to being bought before you fly out." "Way ahead of you." I went to my desk and retrieved a folder. "It's all here, I've negotiated and the vendors have agreed to the prices on all three ...subject to your approval of course." I gave him the folder and he sat down put his glass down and began leafing through it. "The contact details for each vendor and their solicitors are on the back page. Along with council lot numbers and surveyed block sizes for each property." I added watching over his shoulder. "You have been very thorough," he closed the folder. "It all looks good but I'll have to run the numbers past the bean-counters tomorrow morning." He picked up his glass and clink it against mine. "Here's to a successful project, partner!" The next day at his office I signed the contract locking me in to the development. I was just leaving his office when Brian stopped me. "My boss is on the line," he pointed to the phone he was holding to his ear. "Could hang around for another five minutes? He wants to meet you." I nodded and shortly after a striking woman around my age entered his office. "Hi," she said brightly, "you must be Helena, I'm Lillian Marshall." She held out her hand and I shook it. "I won't hold you up Brian told me you were going to Paris today. I just wanted to compliment you on your work and let you know I'd like you to come and see me when you get back. I was very impressed with the legwork you put in on this deal and I'm always on the lookout for talented people to bring into the firm." She was smiling brightly the whole time she spoke and I was very surprised by her effusive praise. "Was that a job offer Mrs. Marshall?" I asked sheepishly. "I think you could say that, and please, call me Lillian. Have a great holiday." She said shaking my hand again and walking out the door. I turned to Brian, "is she always so nice?" "I'll be diplomatic and say a qualified yes ...sometimes. You seem to have made quite an impression." I said goodbye and made my way to the airport. Standing waiting in line at the security check I grabbed out my phone and opened the messages. The draft I tapped in the previous night was still there taunting me. Why couldn't I just press send? I knew why of course, I wasn't sure I would get the reply I wanted. There were only two people in front of me in the queue, it was now or never, I pressed send. >Flying into Charles De Gaulle tomorrow night. Emirates Flight EK 075 arriving at 20.05. The seconds ticked by but seemed to last for minutes. I was next in the queue and the queasy feeling in my stomach was getting worse then my phone beeped. >I'll be waiting. "Next," the security guard called waving me forward. I walked forward into the unknown, was I falling deeper into the mire or was it a new beginning. 2 years later. The black Audi nosed its way through the holiday traffic on Main Street, Colloons Bay. Behind its tinted window I looked at the familiar streetscape. Ezekiel's hand touched my leg, I looked at him and he smiled reassuringly. We hit the red light at the only traffic light in town. My old office was to the left, above it now a sign flashed, Cindy's Holiday Rentals. In my previous visits I'd been tempted to ring up and ask how much to rent Cindy for the holidays. I looked into the back seat, Samuel Kennedy was asleep in his car seat. His favorite stuffed toy, a shark, given to him by his stepsister clutched to his chest. Next to him in a baby capsule, little Aretha was gazing back at me her little fingers hooked in the handle of the pacifier in her mouth. She was only three weeks old but was already developing her own little personality. We had wanted another name for our little girl but for an hour after her birth she had howled like a banshee. When we finally got her quiet Ezekiel had said any girl with a voice that strong had to be called Aretha. I looked back towards the front as we started moving again. It was hard to reconcile how much my life had changed in the last two and a half years. Divorced and now remarried with two children under two. If you had have told me that back then I might have gone and jumped off one of the nearby cliffs. It was easier this time, a full time nanny and an attentive father saw to that. Turning my head and gazing at Ezekiel my heart swelled with love for my man. When I'd walked through the arrival lounge door in Paris my hands were shaking. All the way on the plane I'd tried to work out how I was going to tell him. He saw me and opened his arms wide a big smile on his face. Once safe in his arms all my plans of playing it cool vanished and I'd blubbered like a baby after blurting out. "I'm pregnant." He'd just held me tighter until my crying lessened. Then he pushed me back a little so he could see my face. "Are you sure?" All I'd been able to do was nod my head, unable to trust my voice. He'd pulled me close again, kissing my forehead and murmuring. "That's fantastic ...Unbelievable ...Thank you." I'd stayed wrapped in that cocoon for my entire three month stay in France. Ezekiel had doted on me and he gave in to my every whim. Treating me and his unborn child like delicate flowers. He even took a lot of convincing that it was alright to have sex with me. Once his work was finished we went to the south of France and stayed in a villa for a month. I was starting to get quite big so we decided to head back home after that. Home; it was a strange concept when I didn't have one anymore. My three rental properties in Coloons Bay had been flattened along with the other three on the development site. Ezekiel's home was an apartment in a converted warehouse. His neighbors were all musicians or artists who liked to party so it wasn't really a home for a young family. We went house hunting and found a beautiful house with a backyard and pool. Ezekiel had cancelled all work or gigs to be with me. We set about making the house our home and fitting out a nursery. Samuel Kennedy came into the world with a rush. We almost didn't make it to the hospital. I'd forgotten the pain and the stress of childbirth which was probably just as well. If I would have remembered, I may never have gone through with it. Of course in the end I had a beautiful boy and a crying, grateful, and proud father holding me and our child.