100 comments/ 353897 views/ 49 favorites Can't Buy Me Love By: Harddaysknight It all began at the company Christmas party. It was held on the 18th of December because that was the evening the company could get the room at a nice local hotel. I had been with the company for 17 years. I was one of the first salesmen Jack Carter hired when he started Carter Real Estate. We had worked to make it one of the premier real estate companies in the state. Old Jack had retired a couple years ago and his son, Jack Jr., was now the guy on the billboards and in the commercials. He didn't know much about the ins and outs of real estate, but he really didn't have to know too much. Two of the older secretaries and I teamed to keep the ship on an even keel. Jr. just collected his salary and stayed out of the way. I took home a healthy check, so I didn't concern myself with Jackie, as we referred to him around the office. He liked to strut and play the high roller and that was fine with me. At least it was until it got personal. Between the sales staff, the office staff, and all their spouses, we had around 35 or 40 people at the gala. There was a DJ and dancing after a very nice meal. I had a couple beers and felt quite relaxed and content. We had experienced a good sales year and my year-end tax statement was going to reflect it. I liked being in that small percentage that really benefited from the last tax cut. As I mingled, I was thinking that maybe I'd even vote Republican next time. Janice, my wife of 15 years and the mother of our two kids, was dressed in a short black dress that showed her assets perfectly. She was not a busty woman, but she worked to stay slim and her full B-cups looked pretty impressive with the bra she had stuffed her tits into. Even after all these years, I found her to be the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Maybe that was partly because I loved her totally, but she was still a knockout! Maureen, the only person left with Carter RE who had joined the company before I, nudged me from my reverie. "Harry, keep an eye on Jackie-boy," she whispered. "He appears to be carrying the torch for Janice this evening. He doesn't seem to mind being a pig in front of Laura, or his father." Laura was Jackie's trophy bride. She was about 35 and very voluptuous. She was his second wife. The first one divorced him when she found out about Laura. I looked on the dance floor and saw Jackie dancing with Janice. He was holding her close and it looked like his hand was dangerously close to her ass. Laura was seated near the band and seemed oblivious to her husband's social gaffe. At least I felt it was a faux pas. Don't paw and maul a guy's wife at the Christmas party. At least not too obviously. It seemed to be a difficult rule to follow. Janice was laughing at his jokes and hanging on his every word. I realized she knew the score and was just trying to be sociable. I told myself that, at least. I went over and asked Laura to dance and soon we were next to Jackie and Janice. Janice appeared somewhat flushed and perspiration dotted her forehead. ""How's my best employee doing tonight?" Jackie asked magnanimously. God, how he loved playing the Big Kahuna for the ladies, and himself. I was technically self-employed and worked for a commission, but Jackie probably had no idea. He wanted everyone to believe he was my boss and benefactor. I saw no reason to correct him or diminish his impression of himself. "I am fine, Jack," I responded. "This is some shindig you threw tonight!" "Well, I believe in rewarding all the little people that help me keep the company on top," he smugly responded. "I was just telling Janice how I had plans for you with my company, Harry." I knew he was throwing the bullshit now. I earned my commissions and probably took home more than Jackie. There was no way for me to improve, except to sell more, unless Carter RE increased my percentage. That, I knew, would be old Jack's decision. Besides, I was already getting a better split than anyone else there. I wondered if Janice smelled anything. She was a sharp cookie, though we really didn't discuss my work too much. I am one of those guys that likes to forget work when I am off and just enjoy my life. "Jack, you are so good to Harry," laughed Laura. I could not tell if she was serious or just laughing at her husband. "We certainly appreciate Jack's thoughtful treatment of Harry, Laura," Janice graciously stated. "Both Jack and his father have always been very good to us," Jack gave a big grin as he swept Janice across the floor. "I appreciate your patience with that pompous ass!" Laura whispered in my ear. "He always wants to be the big shot, but he doesn't quite know how to carry it off. He is so lucky his father was very successful. If it were left solely to him, he would be picking shit with the chickens." I burst into laughter at Laura's very accurate observation. I surmised that Jackie didn't fool everyone. We had a nice dance and then I led Laura back to her seat. Soon I noticed old Jack dancing with Janice and Jackie had the young wife of a new salesman in his arms. A short time later Maureen asked me to retrieve her coat. The coatroom was across the hall from the banquet room we were using. Armed with my memory of her coat's color and style, I bravely entered the room full of furs and overcoats. I had forgotten that the folks using the other banquet hall would also leave their coats in that room. There were actually several rows of coats hanging almost to the floor. I was as far into the room as I could get, trying to find the coat I thought Maureen had described. I even crawled between two of them trying to find the tell-tale blue scarf in the right sleeve. That was when I heard Jackie. "Janice, you know how you like your life the way it is. You have a beautiful home and will be able to send the kids to the best colleges. I wouldn't want you to lose all of that. I am just suggesting you meet me a few times, discreetly. I know you are attracted to me," he continued. "Why not let me take you a few places and show you some things Harry never even thought of?" I was livid as I pictured Jackie putting a little squeeze on Janice. Did that jackass think she believed his bullshit? I peeked between two sleeves and I could just see their torsos and heads. As Jackie spoke to Janice, he slid his hand into her bodice! She didn't try to remove his hand. I was dizzy and had to hold on to the rack to maintain my balance. "Jack, I really don't think it would be appropriate," Janice answered lowly. "You have a beautiful wife and I am married." "That is why I am so attracted to you, Janice. God, you have wonderful tits! I love how hard your nipples get," Jackie groaned. "Wouldn't you love more of this treatment?" "It is the Christmas party and I am allowed a little freedom, aren't I?" Janice asked. "I really don't think we should meet again, unless with our spouses." "I don't think you are getting what I am telling you, Janice!" Jackie growled. He appeared to cruelly twist Janice's tits as he spoke. "You like Harry making big bucks and I am the reason he does. If you want him to keep supporting you in the style to which you have grown accustomed, you will accommodate me!" Janice gasped as he pinched and twisted. He roughly pulled her to him and kissed her hard. To my shame, Janice slid a hand over his neck and kissed him back. After what seemed like minutes, they ended the kiss. "I thought you would see things my way," Jackie chuckled. "I knew you would be one of those bitches that liked it rough. I will be calling you to set something up." "I certainly don't want Harry to lose his job," agreed Janice. "He would be devastated and the kids are going to be in college in a few years." Jackie laughed again as they left the coatroom. I was emotionally drained. I felt weak and trembled as I tried to gather my thoughts. Janice was far more important to me than a commission, a job, even my home. Would she succumb to Jackie's blackmail? What should I do to prevent it? My mind reeled. I heard Maureen call my name. I answered that I was in the back and could not find her coat. She came back near where I stood and quickly reached up and pulled her coat off a hangar. "Are you okay, Harry?" she asked. "You look very pale and you are sweating!" "I think it may have been the shrimp or the dip," I replied. "I am feeling better now. It was just a temporary thing." "I hope so," Maureen nodded. "I hope Jackie and Janice didn't catch it, too. I saw them leave just as I came into the hallway." I looked her in the eye and cautioned her, "Don't jump to conclusions, but thanks for noticing. You are a good friend." "Janice has been a wonderful wife, Harry. You know that. Don't go off half-cocked," warned Maureen. "Yes, mother," I grinned. "You are right, of course. I am letting you in on a little secret I hope you can keep for a couple weeks." "I am all ears, Harry," beamed Maureen. She loved gossip and secrets. "I strongly doubt I will be working at this company after the New Year. I can no longer tolerate that ass, Jackie-boy. I have been ignoring him, but he has made that no longer possible. I feel bad for old Jack, but Junior is not my problem and I will keep it that way. I have had a few verbal offers over the years and I will follow them up tomorrow," I vowed. "Do me a favor, Harry?" Maureen asked. "See if your new office has any room for an experienced old broad that knows the business inside out." I gave her a big hug and laughed. She was more loyal to me than she was to Jack. Maybe she was more loyal to me than my own wife was! When I returned to the party, Janice was waiting for me. She seemed concerned and I wondered if she suspected I knew what she had been doing. "Where have you been, Harry?" she demanded. " I have been looking for you all over." "You didn't look in the stall I was in," I lied. "I had a little trouble with the shrimp or dip, or something. I feel much better now, though." "Oh, Harry! You should have told me," admonished my wife. "You know you feel better when I take care of you." "You had your hands full taking care of Junior, or should I say he had his hands full?" I retorted. "Harry, are you jealous?" she asked as she arched her brow. "You know you are the only man for me. You especially don't have to worry about some two-bit ladies' man." That really made me feel better, but there was still the matter of his hand squeezing Janice's tits. That was a vision I was not going to soon forget. Janice stayed close to me the rest of the evening and I began to enjoy myself. She danced close to me and ran her hands over my chest and neck. I noticed Jackie was watching us often. I pulled Janice even closer when I felt his eyes on me. I wondered if I was being possessive or if I was trying to make him jealous. Then I realized that was a twisted thought. Janice was my wife and we slept together. Dancing with her should not cause jealousy. Her body was mine to cherish and love, every damn day! Somehow I felt closer than ever to Janice, but was quite angry with her at the same time. It is just that a woman has the power to erase a man's wrath with a flutter of her eyes or the closeness of her breasts. Janice sat very close to me as we drove home. Before we arrived, she had my cock out and was stoking it. The little guy really didn't care about motivation. He responded to any female stimulation. By the time we got home Janice had worked herself into a frenzy. We barely made it to the bedroom before she had her dress off and was popping her bra clasp. That was when I saw her nipples were unusually red and swollen. "Wow, Janice, what happened to the twin peaks?" I pointed to her nipples as I spoke. "It looks like you had them pulled and twisted pretty good. Anything you care to tell me?" I could tell she had not anticipated her nipples being so red and me being so observant. She looked at herself and then back at me. "Ohoh! It looks like someone was playing with them, doesn't it?" she teased. "What are you going to do? Leave them alone so somebody else can have all the fun. Or are you going to come over here and reassert your ownership?" I was still annoyed with her letting Jackass play with her tits, but there was something in what she said. Did she know me better than I knew myself? I had to have those nipples in my mouth. It was almost as if I were going to suck any memory of any other touch out of them. I tossed Janice down and feasted on her tits for several minutes. Finally she begged for mercy. "Harry, they are yours! I swear they are. Please don't suck them off me! Save some for another day," she pleaded. Then as I pulled back from her swollen tits, she said something that made me so hot I almost lost my load right there. "You might want to claim back little pussy the same way. There is no telling who was playing with her tonight!" Janice purred. How did she know my buttons so well? I pulled her panties off and dove face first between her legs. She was already very wet and my job was simple. She came within a minute of my oral efforts. I didn't stop there, as I usually do when I eat her. I kept licking her pussy and then sucking on her clit. She came a couple more times. Finally I heard what I had been waiting for. "Harry, please! Stop!" Janice begged. "I don't think I can stand any more. She is all yours. Just fuck her now. Show her who she belongs to, Harry!" I climbed up Janice's body, licking and nibbling every inch of her. Then I rubbed my swollen cock over her pussy. At first she enjoyed it, but after a minute or so, Janice was begging again. "Please fuck me, Harry!" she moaned. "Put that big cock of yours in little pussy. She needs it." "But whose pussy is she? I demanded. "What cock owns this little pussy? This cock won't share her with any other cock! Can she live with that? "Yes! Yes! She wants to belong to your cock and no other!" Janice moaned. "I am sorry, but I didn't hear her." I held my cock back as I demanded, "Who owns this pussy? What cock has exclusive rights to this little pussy?" Janice practically yelled her answer as my cock head massaged her cunt. "You own her!" she cried. "That pussy belongs to you and your cock. She won't take any other cocks. Only yours. Now, for the love of God, fuck her!" I slammed my shaft ball deep before Janice finished her plea. I never felt her so wet or hot. By the second stroke, her cunt spasmed on my cock and she was cumming! I kept hammering away as Janice moaned and groaned with every stroke. I don't think she ever actually stopped cumming. In just a few minutes, I deployed my troops. My throbbing set Janice off one final time and she went stiff and raised her hips up to me. I held her there as I drained every soldier into her steaming slit. "Jesus!" she muttered after a few minutes. "You fucked the shit out of me! Did thinking about someone else being with me get you that hot?" I thought for a few seconds before I replied, "I guess it did, as long as it is a little game we play. I would not follow anyone, knowingly, into that little pussy. You are a dream come true for me, and sometimes it is a wet dream. Still, I feel that you are mine and I am yours. That pussy is not yours to give away. Neither is my cock completely mine. I will walk into Hell for you as long as I know you love me and are faithful to me." "Sweetheart," Janice cried. "That is all any woman can ask from her man! I am yours, body and soul. Never doubt it!" "Then how did your nipples get to be so red and swollen," I asked. "Darling, it was a Christmas party. Didn't I see your copping some feels from Andy's wife?" asked Janice. "Damn! You saw that?" I laughed. "I thought I was pretty sneaky." "Andy saw it, too. He insisted a measure of revenge by feeling my tits and ass during a dance," Janice chuckled. "You missed a few things, Big Boy." "I didn't miss little Jack feeling your ass while you danced, and you allowing him," I shot back. "Honey, I don't believe you should refer to him as "little" Jack. While he felt my ass, he demonstrated remarkable size and firmness," Janice goaded. I almost felt like swatting her, but my cock was hard again. I rolled her over and lifted her ass off the bed. Janice caught my intention and held her ass up for me. Soon she was moaning again as I held her hips and drove my cock into her. I was amazed that I didn't last long again as I emptied my balls into my wife. "You are some jealous, horny bastard," laughed Janice after she caught her breath. "I'm glad the kids are at my mom's tonight. They would be calling the cops after hearing me moan and scream like that!" We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. As I lay there, I thought how remarkable it was that a woman like Janice found anything about me to love. I squeezed her tits as I thought about Jack feeling her a few hours before. It angered me that Janice allowed it, and that he felt he could do it. Yet Janice seemed to be devoted and faithful to me. You are allowed to get a little risqué at a Christmas party. I was no angel in that regard. Still, I had to sort out my thoughts and keep a close eye on things. By noon the following day I had reached an agreement with another real estate company in the area. It was a Sunday but real estate people work a lot of weekends. The owner of the company was glad to make an appointment when I explained why I had called. The commission split was very generous, but I would have to bring my clients with me. I felt confident that I could sell to, and for, enough of them to keep my income about where it had been. It was quite flattering to have another professional actively work to hire me. The company knew I had built up a following over the past 17 years and they were willing to compensate me accordingly. I asked if I could start on January 1 and he agreed. I also asked that the entire thing be kept under wraps until I broke it to Jack. In my business, there is no two-week notice. If you are going to work for a different company, they can't get your ass out the door fast enough! Your company computer, files, floppies and discs all stay. I felt relieved as I looked forward to the New Year. I had grown increasingly irritated by Jack's pompous behavior. His attempt to score with Janice simply freed me from any obligation I may have felt. I also had a nice closing coming up between Christmas and New Year and I wanted to be certain I received my check for it. The best way to insure that was to not let anyone know I was leaving. I made a mental note to be sure Maureen didn't let the cat out of the bag. I knew I could depend on her. I took the rest of the day off and watched some football. The following day I was in the office bright and early. I didn't want to miss any business or any shenanigans Jack may pull. I spoke to Maureen about keeping my plans on the QT. Around 11 AM Jack asked me to come into his office. I was surprised he was in that early. Noon was usually a goal he shot for and only seldom made. "I have signed you and Ray Jensen for a seminar in Dallas next week, Harry. I know it is short notice, but it is supposed to be by the very best there is at closing deals," apologized the miserable bastard. "I will arrange your flight for Wednesday, the 29th and you will be back on Thursday night, in plenty of time for New Years!" "Gee, Jack. I don't know what to say," I stalled. "I suppose I could ask Janice if she wants to take a little trip." Did Jack seem flustered, or was it my imagination? He looked down quickly and thought of something. "Because of the holidays, there was only one room available, so you and Ray will be bunking together. You will have separate beds, though" he laughed. Jack had never shown any desire to pay for any type of extra education. He even resisted advertising to any extent. I smelled a rat. Can't Buy Me Love NOW: Ronald walked up to the woman behind the desk, wishing he could wipe the sweat from his palms but not wanting to wreck his suit. He'd dressed in his nicest outfit for this; it seemed somehow appropriate to look good for Elsie, given how long it had been since they'd last seen each other. Would she even remember the time she'd spent here? Or would she just open her eyes, smile at him, and wonder why he looked three years older? (Or perhaps more than three years. He felt like he'd aged a decade since the last time he'd walked into this building.) He'd find out soon. Ronald glanced at the mirror behind the receptionist, trying to unobtrusively check his thinning brown hair to make sure it covered his bald spot reasonably well before remembering that it wasn't like his wife didn't know it was there. He almost wiped his palms on the suit again, caught himself, and finally set the small piece of paper on the desk with an anxious finality. "Ronald Mercer," he said, just a trifle nervously. "I'm here to pick up my wife." The receptionist smiled a plastic smile at him. Her eyes had a dreamy vacancy to them. "Of course, Mr. Mercer," she said in a cheerful tone. "And do you have your claim ticket with you?" Ronald slid the piece of paper in front of the woman. "Yes, it's...it's right here." He'd had nightmares the last two weeks running, dreams in which the ticket was missing, or lost in a fire, or caught by the wind and dropped in the river...in one dream, David Beckham had stolen it and claimed his wife instead. That had been a weird one. But the ticket was still there this morning, safe in the file cabinet where he kept all his important papers. Even if it hadn't been, Ronald thought that he would probably have been able to get her back. It wasn't like Ms. Graves didn't keep records of her own. She'd remember Ronald, even after three years. She wouldn't pretend that she didn't know him, just so that she could keep Elsie all to herself...would she? Ronald was suddenly grateful he didn't have to find out. The receptionist took the claim ticket and glanced it over. "Everything seems to be in order," she said. "I'll just page Mistress Marissa now." She pressed a button on the telephone, and spoke into the little grill. "Mistress?" she said. "I'm afraid the claim ticket has come in for Elsie." Ronald looked down at his shoes. He didn't even rate a name, not here. The voice from the grill sounded sad and perhaps a little tired. "Alright," it said. Ronald recognized it as Ms. Graves. "We'll be down presently." The receptionist looked back up at Ronald. "The Mistress will be down presently," she said. "If you could just wait over there?" She pointed to a small waiting area with a few chairs, and Ronald nodded. Even before he'd fully turned, her expression had returned to that same placid, empty look she'd possessed before he started talking to her. She seemed utterly content to wait at the desk forever, not even thinking about boredom or distractions. Right now, Ronald envied her. The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness, but his watch told him it was only a couple of minutes before Ms. Graves came out of the elevator with Elsie following close behind like an adoring pet. Elsie was in the same dress she'd worn the day they came here, but Ms. Graves was wearing a silk robe, and it was pretty obvious she had nothing on underneath it. Both of them seemed to glisten just slightly with sweat, and Ms. Graves was still gently patting her dark hair back into position as they crossed the room. Elsie's blonde hair was anything but neat; it looked like someone had just been running their fingers through it, tugging it, pulling on it and gasping... Even before they got close enough that Ronald could smell the scent of sex on them, he knew what they must have been doing. He tried not to picture it in his mind, but the scent made it all too immediate not to imagine. "My apologies," Ms. Graves said, "I was just saying good-bye to Elsie." She sat down, but Elsie remained standing. Ronald saw that same look in her eyes that he'd seen in the receptionist's...that blank, placid, dreamy emptiness that suggested nothing but sleepy bliss. She looked happy, nothing like the haunted expression she'd worn when he last saw her. "To be honest, Mr. Mercer, I was rather hoping you wouldn't come. I've grown quite fond of your wife." Ronald frowned. "Do people actually...do that?" he asked, fascinated horror in his voice. "Every so often, yes," Ms. Graves said. "Some men do consider me a profitable alternative to a divorce attorney. They convince their wives of the absolute necessity of a short time in my service, then crumple up their claim ticket and throw it away." "What do you do? I mean, with...with the women?" Ms. Graves flashed a tiny smirk. "Depends on the woman. If I like her enough, I keep her; Miranda, there, has been in my service for seven years now." She gestured to the receptionist, who shivered pleasantly at being acknowledged. "But for the most part, I simply release them after it becomes apparent that their husband isn't returning, and make sure to mention that little fact to them. Most judges tend to be very favourable in their divorce settlements when it comes up in court that the husband sold the wife into slavery." She smiled thinly in a way that made Ronald's blood run cold. "Not that anyone brings up the specifics of the arrangement, of course." "Of, of course," Ronald stammered out, trying to convey his discretion through tone and body language. He was uncomfortably aware that all he probably gave off was fear, but perhaps that was all Ms. Graves wanted. Ronald didn't care, really. He just wanted to get his Elsie back and get out of here, and forget he'd ever seen this woman. He wanted to forget the picture in his head of Elsie, dreamy and blissful, kneeling between Ms. Graves' thighs and licking with the docile patience of a mindless slave... "So how, I mean, how does this work? Do you just snap your fingers, or...or..." Ms. Graves fixed him with a penetrating stare, and he trailed off into silence. "She's very beautiful, Mr. Mercer," Ms. Graves said. She made no move to release the other woman. She seemed contemplative, almost melancholy. "I expect it must have been difficult, spending three years apart from her." Ronald nodded. "Of course it was," he said, perhaps a bit more sharply than he'd intended. Had she really thought that just because they'd been driven to...to this...that he didn't love his wife? Ms. Graves frowned. "Tell me, Mr. Mercer, did you sleep with another woman while Elsie was away?" "I..." Ronald tried not to sound defensive. "I don't have to put up with these questions. Just--" "Just what? I don't think you appreciate the position you're in, Mr. Mercer. What exactly do you think you'd do if I decided not to release Elsie, hmm? Complain to the Office of Trading Standards?" "I'd...I'd go to the police." Ronald hoped he sounded braver than he felt. "Even knowing that you'd be implicating yourself by admitting it all?" Ms. Graves asked with decadent amusement in her tone. "If I had to, yes. If that's what it took to make you set her free." Ronald was almost surprised to find out that he meant it. He hadn't really thought of himself as anything other than timid, but as soon as the words escaped his lips, he realized he was sincerely willing to go to jail if that was what it took. Ms. Graves' next words sank his momentary bravado. "It wouldn't really matter, Mr. Mercer. It's been a long time since I've had anything to fear from the police. I might only accept female clients, but the ring works on men just as well as women." She held up her right hand, wiggling her fingers so that Ronald could get a clear view of the ring she wore. It seemed to gleam with an unnatural light. "So many people have left a tiny spark of their free will in its depths--not much, you understand, not nearly as much as Elsie right now, but enough that they'd laugh off any complaint you made about me." She leaned back in her seat, brushing her fingers against Elsie's arm with a familiarity that made Ronald's guts churn. "And before you even mention it, if you attempted any violence upon my person, Elsie would quite happily tear you limb from limb to defend me right now. So if you wish to show any courage, Mr. Mercer, I suggest you exhibit it by answering my question truthfully. Any other women?" Ronald looked down at his shoes again. "I visited a prostitute," he said after a moment. "Eighteen months after I left Elsie here. I told her not to speak, I kept my eyes closed, and I imagined she was my wife. Is that what you wanted to hear, Ms. Graves?" "How many times?" Ms. Graves' voice was filled with cruel satisfaction. Ronald couldn't even speak, he just held up four fingers. "Not bad, Mr. Mercer," she said. "Not the best that's ever been in here, but you certainly beat the average. Perhaps it's unfair of me, but I weigh it a bit heavier against you if you actually have an affair instead of visiting a professional. After all, I'm the last person who can sit in judgement over someone for needing to release their...physical urges." Ronald wasn't sure if she was being genuinely sincere, or simply baiting him. He didn't care. "Are we done now?" he asked. "Can I have her back?" "She's yours for the taking right now," Ms. Graves responded. "If I tell her to, she'll happily serve you just as well as me. She can even seem to be normal, if commanded. You can show her off in public, have her act like the good little wife, but in private, she'll do anything you ask, anything at all--" "That's enough!" Ronald snapped, glaring at Ms. Graves. "I want her back to normal. Back to herself." "Are you sure that's what she wants?" Ms. Graves asked. The question hung in the air for a long moment. "Just...please. Put her back the way she was." "Oh, alright," Ms. Graves said, a touch of petulance in her voice. She leaned up, and silently beckoned Elsie down towards her. Elsie bent over as Ms. Graves gave her a long, passionate kiss on the lips. "Just a good-bye kiss," Ms. Graves said. "You don't mind, I hope?" She locked lips with Elsie again for a long moment. "Or perhaps it's a bit more than that." She kissed Elsie again, her lips lingering for what seemed like ages. "Perhaps you've even wanted to see us together like this." She kissed again, and Ronald saw her tongue dart into Elsie's mouth. "Perhaps you secretly enjoyed the idea of giving your wife away to another woman, the money just an excuse to bring life to your shameful little fantasies of lesbian infidelity..." She kissed Elsie one last time, a deep, searing kiss that left them both panting for breath. "But I'm rambling. Here." She reached up with her right hand and gently stroked Elsie's cheek. Ronald saw the gleaming light within the ring seem to diminish as awareness returned to his wife's eyes. Elsie looked down at the hand touching her skin, an unreadable expression on her face. "Welcome back, my dear," Ms. Graves said. Elsie straightened up. Silently, she stepped back, closer to her husband. Ronald stood up and took Elsie's hand. "I think this concludes our bargain," he said coldly, turning towards the door. "It does conclude this bargain, yes." Ronald couldn't help but notice the subtle change Ms. Graves made. It just made him walk quicker, practically dragging Elsie behind him. "Farewell," she said as they walked out the door. Parking had been poor, leaving the two of them with a long, silent walk to the car. For a long while, Ronald simply didn't know what to say. Finally, he asked, "What..." He paused for a long moment, the silence between them seeming to have taken on a life of its own. "What was it like?" Elsie's voice was taut. "I don't want to talk about it," she said. THEN: "And how did you come to hear about my...services?" Ms. Graves asked. Elsie looked down at the floor, over at the woman behind the desk, anywhere but at Ms. Graves' face. Even without seeing it, though, she could feel Ms. Graves' gaze upon her. It felt like the other woman's desire was a physical force pressing up against Elsie's flesh...for what seemed like the hundredth time, Elsie wondered if she could actually go through with this. "Susan Abercrombie, ma'am," Ronald said in subdued tones. Susan had said it wasn't that bad, but she'd been reluctant to talk about it at all, really. Elsie couldn't blame her. She'd never speak of this once it was over, not if she could help it. But Susan had seen how desperate her old friend was, how badly they needed the money, and she'd broken her silence and had told them both about Marissa Graves. Elsie wasn't sure whether to thank her friend or not. "Ah, yes, Susan. One of my best advertisers." Ms. Graves' voice was filled with smug pleasure, like she could still taste Susan on her lips. Maybe she could. Susan had said something about...she'd been terribly vague, maddeningly vague, but she'd said that Elsie would spend the time in some sort of trance. Which certainly sounded like a better alternative than months, perhaps even years of degrading service, but how were they to know that she would ever be free of it? If this woman really could control people, what was to stop her from keeping Elsie forever? Ms. Graves' tone changed, became abruptly businesslike. "You have the papers?" she asked. Wordlessly, Ronald handed them over. "Ah, yes," Ms. Graves said, scanning them. "Disease-free, excellent. Not to imply that I expected anything else, but one simply can't be too careful. You've made your excuses?" Elsie nodded. "I've explained that I'm tending to a sick friend in Europe." She felt like she could barely raise her voice above a whisper. "One who needs twenty-four hour care, but can't afford a nurse. I've resigned from my job at the hospital, and my friends and family know I'll be away for an indefinite period and won't be able to spare the time to contact them." "And you told them yourself?" Ms. Graves asked firmly. Elsie nodded. She understood the implications of the question. If her husband explained it after she'd...gone away, it would sound like an obvious lie. It might raise suspicions, even get the police involved. But if she said it, nobody would think to question it. Unless they thought she was leaving him for another man, but everyone knew they were far too much in love to...to...Elsie fought back a flood of tears. She could do this. She had to do this. Ms. Graves nodded and took out her checkbook. "The amount is two million pounds, I believe?" Ronald nodded. "Yes. I...you haven't said how long Elsie will be, er, spending with you." "Three years," Ms. Graves said in clipped tones. Elsie couldn't help herself. "Three years?" she blurted out in shock and dismay. She was quietly gratified to see that Ronald seemed just as upset, perhaps even moreso. "I did warn you that it could be quite some time," Ms. Graves responded primly. "Yes, but...three years?" Elsie pleaded. "Isn't there some way you could...take pity on us, perhaps--" "My rates are non-negotiable," Ms. Graves replied. "You may spend three years in my service, or find some other way to raise two million pounds in a matter of a week." She finished making out the check, and held it out to the two of them. "Three years, Mrs. Mercer. Take it or leave it." Elsie was torn for a moment between hoping that Ronald would take the check, and with it the responsibility for the decision, and praying that he wouldn't, because she didn't know if she could ever look at him again if he was the one to take the money and hand her over to Ms. Graves. But Ronald seemed paralysed by the whole situation, and it was finally Elsie who snatched the check from Ms. Graves' hand and handed it over to her husband. "Excellent," Ms. Graves said. "Now, Elsie, it's time to come with me. Mr. Mercer, you can go and get a claim ticket from Miranda, it'll tell you when Elsie's time is up. And don't worry, Mr. Mercer...like many people with few morals, I tend to cling tightly to those I still possess. I promise you that no matter what, Elsie will have complete control of her own will once her term of service ends." She reached out a hand to Elsie. "Come along, dear." Elsie looked over at Ronald. "But...don't I get a moment to say good-bye?" "I'm afraid your service began the moment you accepted the money, Elsie." Ms. Graves' expression brooked no discussion. "You really should have taken care of such things before you walked in here." She looked helplessly at Ronald and the check in his possession that meant everything in the world to them, the difference between salvation and despair. "Go on, dear," he said, patting her gently on the shoulder. "It'll be alright." She stood up and took Ms. Graves' hand, trying not to think about what the gesture meant. The two of them headed to the elevator in silence, and rode it up without exchanging so much as a glance. Elsie felt as though she was about to be sick. The elevator opened into a short hallway that led into an enormous bedroom. Ms. Graves led her to the bed (which was, itself, large enough to sleep five or six comfortably) and wordlessly gestured to it. Elsie nodded hesitantly and began to slip her dress off. "Oh, no, my dear!" Ms. Graves' voice was warm, pleasant, a stark contrast to her demeanor in the lobby below. "I merely wanted you to sit down. There'll be time enough for such things later." Grateful for the brief reprieve, Elsie sat down on the edge of the bed. She still couldn't bring herself to meet Ms. Graves' eyes. Ms. Graves sat down next to her. "You're very beautiful, my dear," she said, touching Elsie's hair gently. "The dress is lovely. I suppose you wore it for me?" Elsie nodded. "I...I thought I should," she said shyly. "I didn't want you to...to turn us away." Ms. Graves chuckled. "Oh, I couldn't imagine turning a gorgeous creature like you away!" She touched Elsie's bare shoulder where Elsie had begun to remove the dress, and Elsie couldn't help it. She flinched. "I'm sorry!" she said. "I didn't mean to, I...I'll do it. Whatever you ask of me, I'll do it. I'm just nervous, that's all." "I understand," Ms. Graves said. "You've never been with another woman before; you've probably never wanted to. You're nervous, perhaps even frightened, but you can't leave. Not without losing the money you need so badly." She paused. "Tell me, my dear, haven't you wondered why I do this?" "I..." Elsie paused, trying to find words that wouldn't offend Ms. Graves (she still wasn't willing to think of the other woman as her owner.) "I thought perhaps you were lonely." Ms. Graves laughed. "Oh, no, my dear. With my talents, I could have any woman I wanted. And sometimes, I do. But there's a very particular fantasy of mine, one I like to indulge from time to time. One of a woman like you, one who is trembling and frightened and never even thought of indulging in female pleasures, but who nonetheless feels she has to bear my caresses..." Ms. Graves paused, her voice losing its dreamy quality for a moment. "You don't, by the way. If you really wish to leave, just say so and I'll recover the money and make sure your husband never bothers you again." "Oh, no," Elsie said, "I could never do that! We need this money so desperately, we thought the restaurant was just beginning to turn a profit, and then this lawsuit came, and no bank would possibly lend that sum to us, even a profitable restaurant could never pay it back..." She practically sobbed out the words, even though she knew that Ms. Graves had solved all their money problems. "I can't just leave. I can't." Ms. Graves sighed happily. "And that's what I dream of, my dear. A woman just like you, one who prepares for my touch with all the stoicism of a martyr...and then finds herself blossoming under my fingers." Can't Buy Me Love "I..." Elsie was about to say, 'I'll try,' but at that moment, Ms. Graves' fingers traced a line along her collarbone, and Elsie was astonished by the warm, drifting pleasure the other woman's touch produced. "Ohhh..." she sighed out, her train of thought lost for a moment. "See?" Ms. Graves said. "It's not so bad, is it?" She trailed her fingers down to the neckline of the dress, and then pulled her hand away. The ring on her finger seemed to glow in the soft light. Its ruby stone sparkled so prettily as Elsie leaned forward, trying to cling to that touch for just a moment longer... "Why don't you go ahead and take that dress off now, my dear?" Ms. Graves said quietly. Elsie needed no further prompting; she wriggled out of the dress, lifting her hips for a moment to let it slide onto the floor. The pit of fear in her stomach was gone now, leaving her relaxed, almost comfortable in the other woman's presence. But even so, she felt somehow helpless next to Ms. Graves, somehow... "Ms. Graves?" she asked. "Please, my dear, call me Marissa. Call me whatever you want." Marissa's voice was husky with arousal. "Marissa?" Elsie's next words surprised her. "Could you...touch me again?" "Of course," Marissa responded, pressing both hands to Elsie's flesh. Her left hand felt good, but her right hand...somehow it felt good, it felt natural, it made the other touches feel that much more special, and Elsie swooned in pleasure as Marissa caressed her body. She sank backwards onto the bed, whimpering as the fingers trailed over her stomach, along her side... "It feels good, doesn't it, my dear?" Marissa asked. "Oh, yes..." Elsie moaned, feeling those hands drift along the swell of her breasts, just above her bra. Without even consciously realizing she was doing it, Elsie unsnapped her bra and pulled it off, giving those wonderful fingers free reign to roam over her sensitive nipples. The stone of the ring rubbed against one nipple, and the mere change in textures caused Elsie to whine sharply in arousal. "You want this, don't you, Elsie?" Marissa asked, and her hands seemed to be everywhere now, her right hand continuing to rub and stroke and fondle Elsie's tits, seeming to gently pull out thought and pour in pleasure while Marissa's left hand slid down her belly to tease the waistline of Elsie's panties. "I...yes, want I yes..." It was hard to speak now; it felt like it was getting hard to think as those hands just kept moving. Elsie never wanted them to leave the wonderful spots they were filling with bliss, but at the same time she desperately wanted them to move down to where her need was building so quickly, quicker than she'd imagined, in a way nobody had ever made her feel before... "You love this, don't you, Elsie," and this time it wasn't even a question, it was a truth filling her mind as Elsie sank deeper into the pleasure, arching her back to lean into that magnificent touch. Her whole brain felt foggy now, like it was difficult to think of a time when she hadn't wanted this, hadn't needed this, hadn't loved Marissa's touch and Marissa's words and, oh, loved Marissa so much... "Yes yes yes yes..." Elsie chanted, her eyes half-shut as she writhed in arousal and panting need. The whole room seemed to be lit by a blood-red haze, now, one that seemed to come from the spot where Marissa's hands touched Elsie's body. That seemed so perfect, Marissa's touch was lighting up her whole body and making her so hot and horny and needy and slutty and oh god she needed it, she'd never stop needing it when it felt this good. She practically tore off her panties in her urgent desire to feel Marissa's fingers on her snatch. "On your hands and knees, girl," Marissa said, her voice filled with tones of loving command, and Elsie wanted nothing more than to obey. That felt even more perfect, not just wanting to love Marissa but wanting to obey her, wanting to give her whole sleepy, foggy, dreamy mind to Marissa and sink so deep that thought itself would leave her. Marissa gave her ass a light swat with her right hand, and the impact sent shudders of delight through Elsie's body and made her sway gently on the bed. "Please, I need, please..." Elsie was barely articulate now; words just seemed like too much effort, thought seemed like too much effort. She leaned down slightly, raising her pussy up to give Marissa easier access and letting her tits dangle down, jiggling just slightly as she shivered with lust. "Please!" "Please what, dear?" Marissa said, slowly inserting her ring finger into Elsie's pussy. "I...I..." Elsie didn't know what to say, her mind felt almost numb with bliss, her whole being centered on the feel of that finger slipping into her wet snatch as she knelt there, trembling and paralyzed with need. "Please what, dear?" Marissa caressed Elsie's tits with her other hand, pinching and tweaking the nipples in a way that would probably have been the best thing Elsie had ever felt if it wasn't for that finger, slowly sinking deeper into Elsie as Elsie sank deeper into bliss. "I..." The ring on Marissa's finger bumped against Elsie's clit, and suddenly she knew what to say. "Please Mistress!" she shrieked out, and Mistress Marissa thrust the finger deep into her pussy and gyrated it back and forth, back and forth as Elsie came and came and came for her new Mistress. Even as the orgasms finally ceased, Elsie knew that this deep, dreamy, blank, obedient pleasure never would. SOON: Ronald looked at Elsie carefully, but there was no sign of deception on her face. Nothing but the sweet, simple contrition of a good wife who'd made a terrible mistake. He turned his attention back to the sheet of paper in front of him. The figures were unmistakable, the amounts unrecoverable. They'd have no choice but to raise the money somehow. He tried to console himself. It wasn't as much money as last time. It wouldn't be as long as last time. But he knew it wasn't the length of time that would madden him as he waited for her to return from Ms. Graves' embrace. It wasn't even the thought of the two of them, locked together in sapphic pleasure. He knew that what would haunt him was the question that even now whispered through his thoughts as he prepared to talk with his wife about their new money troubles. Had Ms. Graves made Elsie do this to get her back...or had she done it herself? THE END Can't Buy Me Love "Sure, Jack. I'll go," I told him. "I can always use any trick to help close a deal." "Great!" Jack said with more than a little relief. "I'll set everything up. All you have to do is show up at the airport. I'll get someone to drive you, if you like!" I knew the prick was up to something! He was way to accommodating and helpful. I knew he was spending all this money and time just to get into my wife's pants. I also knew one of us would be dead before that happened! It was Christmas week, which was always slow for our line of work. I pretty much let everyone in the office know I was going to be out of the office, looking for leads and preparing for the holiday. I first took the time to firm up my final closing with Carter RE. It was scheduled for Tuesday, the day before Jack was flying me out of town. The timing couldn't have been better. Pigs would fly before I would. I had no intention of leaving, or of allowing that miserable fuck time to pursue my wife. I made sure I kept track of Janice. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, but there was no sense being stupid. She was the hunter's quarry and I was determined she not get snagged, or shagged! Janice was a high school teacher and would start her break on Thursday. I felt she was safe while she was at work. I actually took time to get her more gifts, and better ones, than I ever had before. It irked me that I felt like I was competing with Jack for her affection. It was like dating again. It also made me more considerate of Janice. I tried very hard to get her a few things she would like. Maybe it was good to know a guy wanted to get in your wife's pants. It made me much more sensitive to her needs and desires. It also made me realize I would do some crazy shit if it ever happened! We had a wonderful Christmas. The kids were happy with their gifts. When Janice opened the little box with the pearl necklace I bought for her, I thought she would cry! She rushed into my arms and hugged and kissed me for the rest of the morning. I felt great and decided I would always be sure to get her something special. We visited Janice's parents the next day and went with them to a local theater presentation. The following day we visited my parents and watched a couple movies and had a few drinks with my siblings and their families. Every night the sex was great. I had an actual hunger for my wife I had not experienced since we had first been married. Janice commented a few times about my increased libido, but offered no complaints. On Monday I told her Jack was sending Ray Jensen and me to Dallas for some seminar. I noticed she did not appear very surprised. That started my head spinning. Had I missed something? We had been together the entire holiday. Then it occurred to me that I take a 40 minute walk every night to keep my weight down. Sales is not an easy field in which to stay slim. She could have talked to Jack then. "You waited long enough to tell me, didn't you?" Janice bitched. "I have the week off and I thought we could do a few things together." "I want that, too. It is just that Jack was willing to spend the bucks to send me. I would take you but there was only one room available and Ray Jensen will be sharing it with me," I reasoned. "We will have separate beds, though." "Wow! What a relief that is. I was afraid you would come back a switch-hitter or a shit-packer!" Janice growled. I could see she was not pleased. That night I went out for my walk, but circled back around to the back door and let myself in quietly. Janice was making dinner and the kids were watching TV. I sneaked up the stairs and sat down on my bed. Then I waited with the phone in my hand and my finger on the button. That way it would ring, but I could listen in without making any noise, I hoped. It took about ten minutes, but the phone rang. It was that cock sucking Jack! "So Janice, are you all set for Wednesday night?" he asked. Did you get rid of the kids?" I was ready to turn into the Incredible Hulk! My blood vessels were bulging and my heart was racing. "My mother will take them for the night," Janice replied. "Jack, are you sure about this? Harry has been your top producer for years. Laura is a lovely woman, and she is your wife. You could hurt them both." "After feeling those tits of yours, I am certain! Harry will never find out if you play your cards right. Laura won't either. Don't get second thoughts or Harry will be out on his ass and your life style will take a real nosedive. Just think of it as the act of a devoted wife, trying to further her husband's career," he laughed. I wondered if the throbbing in my temples could be heard on the phone? I wanted to kill that miserable shit! Janice didn't make me too happy, either. "The door will be unlocked and the upstairs will be dark," Janice answered with instructions for the bastard. " Climb the stairs and the bedroom is at the top. I will be waiting for you at eight. Don't be early, or late." "You little slut!" laughed Jack. "I can't wait to tag Harry's piece of ass. If I like it, I'll send him on trips more often." "You expect to do this more than once?" gasped Janice. "I thought one time would be enough." "You'll want more of my cock than you can get in one night, you little wife slut. I'll be fucking you for years. You will be addicted to my cock, bitch!" the gloating prick chuckled. "I'll be there at eight." Jack hung up the phone and then I heard Janice put hers down. I slammed the receiver I had in my hand. I came close to going downstairs and shoving Janice around. I had never hurt her in my life and I knew I couldn't start now. It was just a rage I felt. I did hurry down the stairs and slip out the door. I never felt more like walking alone in the dark night. Janice should know my position at Carter RE was not worth her selling herself. Was it something she wanted? Did she like the son-of-a-bitch? Was I not satisfying her in bed, and in life? I decided that even if I had not been the perfect husband, I did not deserve this. She should come to me if there was a problem. She surely should have told me about what Jack was trying to do. I decided that desperate times required desperate measures. I made my plans and wondered if I would be a free man by Thursday morning. Of one thing I was certain; that prick was not going to have my wife! Janice was subdued that night and we spoke little. That suited my mood very well. The next day I went to my last closing for Carter RE and picked up my check afterwards. Eight thousand bucks was a decent severance, I decided. I was home early and Janice was much warmer to me. She seemed happy as she hummed and sang while she prepared the family dinner. I didn't like her upbeat mood. That night in bed I tried to be cool and reserved. My cock had its own agenda, however. Soon Janice was riding me like a cowgirl. She came a couple times before I exploded into her. I hated myself for my weakness. I held her close with her hair under my nose and fell asleep. The next morning, Janice helped me pack an overnight bag for my trip. I had trouble speaking to her as I prepared to leave. I gave her a kiss and she told me she loved me as the car pulled up to take me to the airport. I realized I loved her so much it hurt. I gave her another kiss and whispered to her, "Pussy needs to be patient and I will be back taking care of her in no time. She is mine and I love her, and I love you!" I rode to the airport with Ray. He was excited about the trip and I made an effort to not let him know anything was amiss. When we got out of the car and went to security, I stopped him. "Ray, have a great time. I can't go. I can't explain now, but please don't tell anyone I am not on the plane. Especially don't tell Jack! He would fire me on the spot," I reasoned. "Just keep it quiet till you get back, okay?" Ray was a good guy, if somewhat confused. He nodded, we shook hands, and I went out and hailed a taxi. I called Maureen from my cell and asked her if Jack was in, She told me he was. I had her print a note and slide it under Jack's door when he was out of the room. I told her I would explain everything the next day. Maureen knew something was up and promised to follow my instructions precisely. "I want you to write this," I dictated. "Please come exactly at eight-thirty. Family will be here until then." She repeated it and I hung up the phone. It was just noon so I had the taxi drop me off at a small restaurant. I had lunch and walked around a nearby mall for a few hours. It seemed like the longest day of my life. Finally at seven, I got another taxi to drop me off a few blocks from home. From across the street and down the road, I saw Janice's parents load my kids up and whisk them off to their place. The street was quiet and around 7:45 my house went dark. I walked up my own steps as nervous as I had ever been. At exactly eight, I opened the door and made my way to the stairs. A single nightlight showed the way. At the top of the stairs I took a deep breath and stepped in. I could hear her breathing on the bed. I was as angry as I had ever been and more aroused than I thought I could ever be. I quickly removed my clothes and approached the bed. I heard Janice's breathing stop for a second. Then she began taking short, rapid breaths. I had decided I was going to show her who owned her pussy, once and for all. I found her feet and slid my face along her legs. When I came to her pussy, I started devouring it. I mean I ate it like I never ate pussy before. I sucked her clit and pushed my tongue deep inside her. I reamed her ass and fingered her at the same time. She was groaning and bucking more than I ever remembered. I thought to myself how she believed it was Jack giving her the lip service and that was why she was so incredibly hot. I don't know how long I fed on her but she was trembling and trying to push my face away before I finally stopped. Then I moved up and rubbed my raging hard on against her pussy. It was dripping wet and I could feel the heat leaking from it! I drove my cock in and marveled at the tightness. She bucked and moaned some more as I fucked her like a man should fuck a woman to demonstrate to her that she belongs to him. I refused to cum. I just pistoned in and out of her as hard as I could. Then I rolled her over and took her from behind. I lifted her ass up and drove my cock back into her pussy. I held her hips and plunged harder than I ever had. She was making strange noises as I slammed into her. My anger was real and this was as rough as I ever had been, or ever would be to my loving wife. I lost track of time and space. There was nothing but the pussy I had to fuck into submission. I was sweating like a butcher as I pounded her ass. Just as I felt my balls begin boil, the light came on. I never missed a stroke as I turned my head a few degrees to look into Jack Carter's bugging eyes. I laughed loudly as I started shooting my pent up sperm into Janice's box. I held her as to me as I strained to empty every drop into her, as deeply as my cock would allow. "Surprised I got here first, you miserable piece of shit! This is one wife you won't be fucking!" I declared. "I don't think she has another fuck in her. Do you Janice?" I turned back to Janice. Her hair was blonde and her ass was wider than I had ever noticed. Confused, I rolled her over onto her back. It was Laura Carter! "Actually, your wife does have another fuck in her," I heard from behind Jack. "I would be goddamn surprised if you did, though!" Janice was standing in the doorway, behind Jack. My head swung from her to Laura and back to her. "What the fuck?" was all I could muster. "You fucked my wife, you bastard!" yelled Jack. "I am firing you and I think I'll kick your ass!" Jack raised his hands into fists and I jumped up to meet him. I had another total shock! My brother Ben, who was a mason and weighed around 240 lbs and was way over six feet stepped into the room. He grabbed jack by the collar and took off with him. I heard Jack thump all the way down. Then the door opened and Ben yelled, "Don't ever bring your sorry ass around here or I'll kick it across the street!" I sat down on the bed next to Laura. I actually looked at her for the first time. She was an attractive woman and her tits were superb. She was a little heavy for my tastes, but few men would toss her out of bed. She seemed to be regaining her composure. "Sweet Jesus! I have never been fucked like that!" she groaned. "I knew it couldn't be Jack. You were unbelievable!" "And you won't be fucked like that again!" Janice cut in. "If I had known Harry planned on breaking up the dance, I would have been in that bed and my pussy would be throbbing now!" "I don't understand what is going on here," I croaked. "I thought it was you waiting for Jack. I would never have been unfaithful to you, Janice." "You are so lucky I was the idiot that suggested Laura wait in our bed, Lover Boy. You just got a free fuck with no penalty!" Janice grinned. "I knew you were in the coatroom that night, you big dummy! I maneuvered Jack in there so you would know what he was up to. I wanted to see what you would do. That fucking job doesn't mean shit to me. I know you can get a better one anytime. You are the best!" Janice continued, "When it actually looked like you were going to allow that bastard to come here and fuck me, I told Laura. She knows Jack plays around and we thought this would be a way to catch him in the act. I guess I underestimated you, though! I didn't suspect you were up here banging Laura until I heard Jack come in. By the time he flicked the switch on, I knew you had a plan of your own. I did begin to wonder when Laura moaned nonstop for the entire half hour. I had Ben here in case Jack got out of hand." "I know you could have handled the guy, Bro, but I figured you had to be exhausted. You fucked this girl like there was no tomorrow. Look at the sweat still dripping from you!" Ben added from the doorway. Janice helped Laura dress while I grabbed a robe and joined Ben in the kitchen. I never had a better beer or appreciated my little brother any more! He just grinned as he told me how he and Janice were amazed at the sounds coming from the bedroom. Then as they were ready to sneak up the stairs and surprise Jack, they heard the front door open and they hid again. "Janice was real suspicious by then," Ben laughed. "She ran for the stairs muttering something about how she thought it sounded like it was you fucking up there! We got there as the lights came on. You were like a man possessed. You never even noticed Janice as you told Jack that she was one wife he wouldn't fuck. That was a great touch!" Ben got me laughing. The way he told the story, it sounded like a Marx Brother's movie. I still worried about how Janice would take the whole thing and what trouble Laura would be in. Laura and Janice appeared in the doorway. "I just wanted to tell you not to worry about me," Laura smiled. "Jack can't afford to get too outraged. He still has to explain why he was here. I have a good excuse. Harry, I will never forget you, I promise. Thanks." She gave me a quick kiss walked to the door with Janice. Ben laughed, wished me luck, and headed home. Janice walked back in and sat on my lap. I took her into my arms and tried to apologize. "Hush, Husband," she whispered. "You have nothing to apologize for. You were protecting your home and family. I am quite proud of you. I only worry that Laura will tell other women what a fantastic lover you are and I will have to watch you every minute. Did you really think it was me you were fucking? Her tits are a lot bigger. So is her ass, isn't it?