Storiesonline.net ------- A Billionaire's Life by bluedragon Copyright© 2008 by bluedragon ------- Description: Sequel to John Billionaire. I'm living a dream, with a loving wife, a gorgeous personal assistant, and a few other "friends" to play with. And we lived happily ever after... mostly... Codes: MF FF Mult harem cons BD swing group orgy OF oral anal toys preg creampie ------- ------- The following is a direct sequel to "John Billionaire". I STRONGLY recommend reading that story first as this sequel launches into the narrative with minimal character setup. Also, familiarity with "Jeff Thousandaire" will greatly enhance the reading experience of this story, although it is not a requirement. ------- Chapter 1: The Lifestyle OCTOBER "Uh, uh, uh..." It was a rhythmic chant, deep and breathy. "Oh, Jonathan! Fuck me..." Those last two words carried a subtle note of urgency. It was a note I had only learned to detect after many, many sexual sessions. "Fuck me, Jonathan..." she pleaded. "Oh, Jonathan! It's sooo good. Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Despite the staccato syllables, her accent was unmistakable. There was something in the way she pronounced the vowels that had always set my blood on fire. I grunted and gripped her tight ass harder, pulling her hips to meet me on every thrust. Her long, lithe legs were scissored behind my back, adding to the pumping power while she thrashed about in a sexual frenzy. The lust flared in her blue eyes as she gazed hungrily at me. Her arms flexed and she pulled my torso down to her, crushing my heavy weight against the firm pillows of her large breasts. Her mouth sought out mine and with gaping mouths and darting tongues we added the oral affection to our play. The physical pleasure was intense, but the emotional connection was what made our lovemaking spectacular. We shared a bond that went beyond romantic love, beyond the traditional definitions of partnership. The fact that my wife was in the next room didn't deter us in the slightest. The fact that my current lover technically worked for me was not a problem either. She held such power over me. Not only did she have full access to my entire financial portfolio and the ability to issue commands as if they were my own, but she also owned a piece of my soul that could never be relinquished. I trusted her with my very being, and for two years she had never let me down. And I knew she never would. Our two bodies merged together as the pistoning of my hips sped up, the spasms coursing through both of our bodies as we hurtled towards final climax. Abruptly, she broke her mouth away from my lips and shrieked out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum inside me! CUUUUUM!" I did just that. My cock felt the internal spasms of her pussy going into overload, an uncoordinated assault of pressure and flowing honey vibrating against my sensitive skin while I slammed myself to the hilt inside of her and exploded. My dick spat out burst after burst after burst of creamy goodness, and the sticky jism lodged itself against her inner walls. And just as suddenly as our orgasms overtook us, the plush bed beneath us MOVED. The relatively flat surface tilted to the side at an extreme angle and Cassandra's fingernails dug into my naked back while she shrieked again and clung to my body. Gravity rolled us over, our bodies still engaged, and her long blonde hair flew into my face as I suddenly found myself on my back while my dick rapidly shrunk inside of her. A moment later, we were level once again. And for the next three seconds, I fought to catch my breath and calm down from the momentary panic. After those three seconds, Cassandra was still wrapped around me, panting hard. But she started laughing. I'd also figured out what had happened. But I wasn't feeling quite as amused as my beautiful personal assistant. I turned my head to the closed door just a few feet away. And at the top of my lungs I yelled, "TAYLOR!!!" It took a few moments before the door slid to the side, disappearing into the wall along its recessed track. Beyond, I could easily see the curved wall of the private jet's fuselage behind her, dotted by evenly spaced little windows. And then Taylor's head popped in, a wicked grin on her face while her deep blue eyes flashed at me. "You called?" Her delay was just about the amount of time it would take to scurry from the cockpit back to the private bedroom. Still exasperated, I complained, "You told the pilot to roll the plane!" "Did I?" Taylor mimed her denial in a comically pathetic way, leaving no doubt she was responsible. "He must have misunderstood me." With adrenaline flaming through my veins, I firmly but gently removed Cassandra's sweaty, naked body from me and started to get up off the king-sized bed in the back of the private Gulfstream jet in which we were riding. Taylor instinctively started backing away from the door, an impish twinkle betraying her mock fear. "I am so gonna get you for this," I growled at my wife. "No!" she laughed, the first honest word to come out of her mouth. She held her hands up in a defensive posture as I stalked straight at her. "I'm still sore from this morning!" she whined just before I tackled her across the couch on the left wall of the plane. Still with the deep growl in my voice, I declared, "Well I'll have to go easy on your sore pussy then." With my heart still racing, my annoyed anger was only fueling my lust. In a way, it was just the way Taylor liked me: stronger, angrier, more in control. And so I continued, "But I haven't taken your ass since yesterday." Still fully naked, Cassandra had joined us by now and she reached down to hold Taylor's wrists, pinning them behind the brunette's head. Taylor struggled, but only half-heartedly, as I stripped her clothes off. My cock was already re- energizing as my wife's model-perfect body was slowly revealed before me. It had been a fantastic honeymoon. ------- Taylor giggled as I flipped her over onto her stomach and then ran my hands down her naked back. She shivered slightly as my fingertips ran up and over the curves of her buttcheeks, my index finger lightly dipping into her crack to tease her dark rosebud. And as I pulled stood beside the bed and pulled her hips back towards me, I smiled happily at a perfect day. Outside, the sun was shining brightly on a wonderful afternoon. The expansive windows of our bedroom offered a panoramic view of the Atlantic Ocean, a view Taylor and I both currently had as we were facing in that direction. Somehow, the calm sight of the rolling waves always put us at ease, leading to casually relaxed sessions of lovemaking instead of our more frequent gymnastically-aggressive fucks. And doing it together as newly-married man and wife just made it even more special. Taylor sighed and let the tension flow out of her as she felt my cockhead pressing against her sphincter. After a moment's hesitation, the ring opened up for me and with Astroglide greasing the way, I slid deep into Taylor's backdoor until my pelvis was pressed tightly against her asscheeks. Who cared if it was a weekday? Who cared if it was the middle of the afternoon? We were fucking rich and we were still only two days removed from our honeymoon. Besides, we still wanted to explore our newly-built home in Montauk, and especially do a thorough structural analysis of the furniture in the second- floor master suite. What better way was there to spend a day than naked and screwing like rabbits? We'd obviously tried out the bed. I'd also fucked Taylor over the various lounge furniture and on the floor ... and in the shower ... and the bathtub ... and on the sink ... and ... well, you get the idea. And now we returned to the bed. Taylor let out a particularly throaty moan as I shafted her bunghole with a rather deep lunge. She spread all four limbs to the corners of the bed while I leaned over her back and continued pumping my hips rhythmically, my palms spreading her buttcheeks wide to get me as deep as possible. "Yes, Johnny, yes ... Oh, fuuuuuck..." she crooned as I continued to ream my wife out. Glancing to the side, I saw she was now clenching her fists, balling up handfuls of the plush comforter while she also was rolling her hips in time with my thrusts to meet me partway. "Take me honey..." "Oh, oh, OHHHHH!" Taylor groaned at last, her body going rigid as the orgasm swept through her. I watched her arching her back and twisting it as the sensations rippled up her spine. Her raven-dark hair was flung to the side while she turned her head and I could see the red flush in her otherwise milky white face as she pressed her cheek into the bed and moaned uncontrollably. At last, the climax passed and Taylor's body went limp. I paused from my pumping to catch my breath, my hard dick still twitching with need inside my wife's anal chute. "Wow! That was a good one..." a husky but feminine voice commented from off to the side, perhaps ten feet away from us. "Mmm ... I'll say," Taylor responded immediately, her eyes closed but a smile on her face. I looked to the side to see Cassandra, my beautiful Amazon of a personal assistant, standing just inside the doorway in full business attire. Her long blonde hair was done up to be more efficient than pretty. The grey jacket and cream blouse were conservative but flattering on her tall body, and the matching skirt fell well short of her knees, showing off Cassandra's long, long legs. She wore her eternally-present Bluetooth earpiece and I watched as she put away her Blackberry. Ever since we all returned from the honeymoon, Cassandra had been running around making up for lost work time. "Are you here for work or play?" I asked Cassandra, tensing my kegel muscles to make my cock twitch inside of Taylor's ass. "We've barely seen you for the past few days." "Well, there's always more work, Jonathan. But we do have a little bit of time." I smiled. "Cassandra, lose the outfit," I ordered. "Yes, sir..." she husked. Her bright blue irises sizzled as her eyelids lowered halfway and her fingers immediately went to work at various fasteners on her business suit. Meanwhile, I began pumping my cock in and out of Taylor's ass once again, and before I knew it, a completely naked Cassandra was sliding onto the bed, her industrial-strength bra the last article of clothing to be tossed away, freeing her magnificently large, round tits. "I got spoiled by your devilish tongue on the honeymoon," my blonde assistant said to my brunette wife as she spread her legs to the side and then inched forward. "I've missed it." "You only have yourself to blame." Taylor levered herself up onto her elbows and then reached her hands out to Cassandra's thighs, pulling the neatly trimmed blonde snatch within range of her mouth. "We keep telling you to cut back on your workload and let someone else do it." "Yeah," I protested. "Isn't a personal assistant supposed to spend most of her time by my side? We have plenty of brilliant finance guys on the payroll." "But who's going to manage them? You're holed up in the house refusing to acknowledge that the honeymoon ended two days ago." Cassandra raised her eyebrows at me. "The honeymoon never ends," I grinned. Taylor then ducked her head down and ran her tongue along Cassandra's slit from base to clit, and Cassandra's further protests were cut short. "Ooh," the blonde cooed while her eyelids fluttered. "Taylor, you keep doing that to me and you might just convince me to cut back." "Please cut back?" Taylor whimpered. "I love your pussy, Cassie. I want it more..." "Mmm ... convince me, sweetie," my assistant answered, hunching her hips forward even more. "Convince me." By then, Taylor's mouth was too busy at Cassandra's snatch to respond. And with my cock still splitting her ass over and again, she simply had too many sensations running through her to come up with anything more coherent. But even with the distraction in her face, Taylor was a world-class sex goddess. Almost subconsciously, she gripped and relaxed, squeezed and caressed with her anal muscles in ridiculously pleasurable ways, and soon I found myself at the limits of my control. And on the other end, her amazing oral talents already had Cassandra on the verge of climax as well. She was helped in that the overworked assistant probably hadn't had an orgasm since last night. But the end result was that after just a few minutes of orally worshipping Cassandra and rocking her own ass against my crotch, Taylor was rewarded with a burst of cum from both ends. Cassandra cried out happily as she began squirting her honey into Taylor's face, her entire pelvic area quivering as the ecstasy took over her strong body. And I was grunting with deep satisfaction as I slammed forward and nutted my load deep inside my wife's bowels. I fired again and again, jerking my hips forward with each shot. Then, after squeezing out the last drop, I pulled back from Taylor's ass and hunched over the bed, planting my hands down to support myself while my wife flipped onto her back and allowed Cassandra to pull her into a tender snuggle. Taylor, the slender dark brunette with the deep blue/violet eyes and big tits, sighed as Cassandra, the taller blonde with the sky blue eyes and bigger tits, wrapped their bodies together in a warm embrace. I smiled as I looked at these two women I loved and for the zillionth time thought about how incredible my life was. Less than two years ago, I was just another ambitious 27-year-old plodding through life with my minor success. Today, I was still the wealthiest person in the world under 30. Taylor, now my wife, was a famous supermodel who loved me dearly and could never, ever leave me sexually unsatisfied. And Cassandra, ever loyal, would love and protect me for eternity. I was living a dream. But even dream lives have their obligations. Cassandra picked her head up and looked at me. "We should get you two cleaned up. The Vanderbilt party starts in two hours." Taylor nodded and slid out from Cassandra's grasp, comfortably sliding her hand into mine as I helped her stand up beside the bed. I sighed, "Do I have to go?" Cassandra gave me The Look. "Right, right," I conceded and Taylor leaned as I wrapped my left arm around her naked body. Then with a more hopeful expression, I asked, "Do you still have time to join us in the shower?" Cassandra smiled and reached for my outstretched right hand, husking, "Of course ... sir..." ------- As I reached for the hors d'oeuvres tray, I leaned so that I could whisper into Taylor's ear, "Please get me out of here." I was all smiles again as I turned to face the sycophantic greaseball standing before me. He was a prominent businessman using the party as an opportunity to try selling me on going into a joint venture with him, and he was greedy enough to focus entirely on me without even glancing once at Taylor's bulging tits in her plunging gown. I figured Taylor was as good a barometer as any. Her dark hair was swept up into an exceedingly complicated design that nevertheless could not manage to draw attention away from her beautiful face. Elaborate makeup accentuated her already wonderful bone structure without appearing too heavy. And as a high- fashion and lingerie model, Taylor was a jaw-dropping mixture of height, curves, and slenderness that all young women aspired to be. Her barely-there dress made sure that everyone knew it, as well. And when a straight man is so focused on my money that he doesn't even notice the gorgeous woman on my arm, I know he's too desperate and it would be a bad idea for me to invest in his project. Given just a brief second, Taylor managed to slice into the conversation, sliding her hand across my chest and moving herself in between me and the pudgy businessman. "I'm so sorry, gentlemen. But honey, I think I need some air." "Of course, dear." We smiled, and the businessman smiled, and Taylor and I beat a hasty retreat. "Tell me again WHY I need to come to these things?" I muttered once we were out of earshot. "You KNOW why. Sure, you've got to deal with the Bruce's of the world," Taylor nodded back where the pudgy businessman was hunting for his next potential prey. "But every now and again you do hear something worthwhile. The last time we came to a party, you walked out with a forty million dollar deal." I sighed. "It's not like we need the money. Wouldn't it be more fun to just hide out in the new house and christen the rest of the rooms?" Taylor giggled, her eyes flashing violet. But before she could toss off an innuendo-laced comment, a new voice cut in. "John! Funny running into you here. How you doin'?" I turned to see a tall, strikingly handsome blonde man with piercing grey eyes. His chiseled face and cocky demeanor were that of the stereotypical All- American quarterback-type. He had an easy smile and without waiting for a response from me, he immediately turned to my date. "Very pleased to finally meet you in person, Miss Brynn. I'm Martin Dean." He reached for Taylor and with a graceful flourish, bent and kissed the back of her hand. Taylor blushed and giggled. Dean's charisma was working overtime and she was clearly charmed by his little act. I sighed and rolled my eyes as Taylor said prettily, "Pleased to meet you." "I want to thank you for gracing us with your presence, Miss Brynn," Dean continued. "There are so many stodgy business-types here that I was afraid I was turning into one of them. But one look at you reminds me that there are far more important things in this life than money." No one missed Dean's appraising glance over my wife's wonderful figure. Taylor giggled and smiled radiantly. "Call me Taylor." "I'd be delighted, Taylor." Taylor's pearly whites glittered in the light. "So how do you know Johnny?" "Oh, we go way back." Dean waved and shrugged nonchalantly. "Johnny..." he paused to use my name the way Taylor had, " ... and I used to work together, back before the big inheritance." My lips were a tight line. So far he hadn't lied ... yet. Marty Dean was two years older than me and a rising star at my old investment banking firm. He'd made VP last year at only 30-years-old. He was the consummate smooth-talker, brilliant with his clients, and an absolute cutthroat asshole who wouldn't hesitate to stab a co-worker in the back if it was in his benefit. Stealing clients, falsifying reports, and just plain spreading nasty rumors were his stock in trade. I was fortunate that I didn't know him all THAT well, but I knew enough to hate the man. Having him steal a 15 million dollar client from me a few years ago ensured that. "Well, nice to run into you Marty," I cut in bluntly in the middle of his latest sweet- talked comment about my wife's legs. I seized Taylor's hand in my own. "Honey, I think I need some air," I stated firmly. Taylor looked undecided for a moment, as if she'd rather stay and be charmed by the devastatingly handsome man for a little bit longer. She DID love to flirt. But at the hard edge in my eyes she nodded and let me pull her away. Dean tried to keep up the chatter a bit longer but I ignored him and almost roughly tugged Taylor away. Once we found another quiet corner, she complained, "Well THAT was rude. What was that all about?" "The guy's a jerk. He's at the top of Cassandra's 'Do Not Answer' list." Taylor seemed taken aback and returned her gaze to Dean's direction. "Why? I think he's rather handsome." "Taylor," I growled menacingly. "He's off-limits." "Fine, fine," she sighed. Just like I had a few dalliances on the side, I'd always let Taylor have a few flings of her own, as long as they were discreet. I was even very good friends with one of her boy-toys, the architect who designed our Montauk home. But I wasn't about to let a silver-tongued predator like Marty Dean anywhere near my Taylor. If I never saw him again, it would be too soon. Thankfully, Dean was quickly forgotten as we ran into another young, wealthy couple that we were friends with. Taylor quickly got into her new conversation and the husband and I exchanged knowing grins as our women almost immediately started their social gossiping. I was half-listening and half-scoping out the rest of the crowd when I caught a familiar face in the corner of my eye. And then I wasn't even half-listening to Taylor's conversation. Every ounce of my focus was on the simply GORGEOUS woman walking my way. I'd never met her before, but the face was familiar because Ashlyn Scott was THE most beautiful person in the world. No, I'm serious. People Magazine had her at number 1 on last year's Beautiful People List. She was 24, 5'11", and slender, save for her anatomically disproportionate breasts. Her superlative body was what made her Victoria's Secret's top model for the past year; and her striking face and coppery red hair made her the star of a plethora of fashion and cosmetic lines. I was surprised she was at a party like this, made up mostly of business people and New York blue bloods. She usually ran with the Hollywood crowd. But unexpected or not, she was here and she was walking straight at me. I felt my breath catch in my throat and my pulse quicken. My Taylor was gorgeous and Cassandra was equally beautiful, but there was something about this flaming redhead that set my loins on fire. It took every ounce of control I had to stay calm as she walked right up to me. And just when I was about to step forward and say something, Taylor turned and saw her. To my surprise, my wife's face lit up and a wide grin came to her face. "Ashlyn! What on Earth are you doing here?" Both girls' arms went up and they hugged while giving each other air kisses, making sure not to mess up the other's makeup. "So good to see you! It's been forever!" Taylor gushed. "I KNOW!" The redhead exclaimed. "It's too bad I'm just in town for a few days. Calvin Klein wants me in their next ad campaign. My agent thinks it'll get me more mainstream exposure to the youth demographic." "Busy, busy, busy," Taylor smiled. "Yes, well..." the gorgeous redhead swiveled her eyes over to me. I felt my breath sucked away again as her sparkling blue eyes penetrated right into the back of my skull. I am SUCH a sucker for blue eyes. Ashlyn continued while looking at me, "Some of us haven't found that perfect sugar-daddy just yet." She flashed a radiant smile that made my heart jump up into my throat. And then she returned her gaze to Taylor and the two of them launched into a rapid-fire discussion in model-speak. Meanwhile, I forced my attention back to the couple we were previously chatting with, at least until that conversation wound down and they went off on their way. And then there was nothing left for me but to hover behind my wife as she and quite possibly the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen chatted on as if I didn't exist. Eventually, the girls wound down and actually included me in the conversation. Perhaps Ashlyn was tired of me boring holes into her chest with my eyes. She fixed me with a little smile and said, "So ... Johnny..." She was also picking up on Taylor's use of my name. "Tell me what kind of man it took to make Taylor- fucking-Brynn mellow out and settle down." I loved the sass in her voice. I smirked. "What makes you think she's mellowed out?" Taylor punched my shoulder. Ashlyn just continued. "Well, I've read the biographies and the Wikipedia article and some of the journalism. They're almost all about dates and money and financial investment projects." Subtly, the gorgeous redhead had been sliding towards me and before either Taylor or I realized it, Ashlyn was just a foot away from my face and fixing me with a seductively mysterious gaze. "But I wouldn't mind getting to know the man behind the name a little more ... intimately," she husked. My cock was iron hard. I hoped she didn't notice it. More importantly, I hoped my WIFE didn't notice it. I wondered at that errant thought. Taylor and I were very open about the sexuality in our relationship and she'd never been one to complain about me looking at other women. So why should I worry if Taylor noticed a gorgeous woman like Ashlyn could give me a boner? I exhaled to calm myself and regain my confident bearing. "Not much to tell," I stammered before slipping back into Joe Cool mode. "I'm just an ordinary guy in an extraordinary situation." "Don't be so modest, honey," Taylor interjected and put her hand on me, subtly guiding me back away from Ashlyn and interposing herself between us. "MY man is nothing short of incredible. He's brilliant, he's gentle, and..." Taylor trailed off as she let her tongue slip out along her lower lip. "He's AMAZING in bed." Ashlyn's face lit up and she shared a little smile with Taylor before turning back to me. "Lucky girl," she drawled. The rest of our conversation was much more mundane, but the sexual tension hung in the air around us until we were finally about to go our separate ways. In parting, Ashlyn leaned in and pecked me on the cheek while hugging me very lightly, enough so that I could feel her firm breasts against my chest. And as she walked away I couldn't help but stare at her tight ass flexing in her slinky dress. "Don't even think about it," Taylor's voice was low and stern in my ear. "Huh?" "Ashlyn? She's off-limits." There was a hint of jealousy in my wife's voice, something I had RARELY ever heard from her. I turned immediately to Taylor with a questioning look of disappointment in my eyes. I HAD been hoping for Taylor's more common reaction of inviting the girl for a threesome. "Aww, really?" "Really," Taylor stated seriously. She tilted her head back, her dark blue eyes stormy as her long bangs brushed away from her forehead. "She's a really good friend of mine. It would just be too weird. Taylor's eyes flashed at me then. "And besides, it's only fair since you blacklisted Martin Dean." "It's for your own good. I was just trying to warn you that Dean is dangerous. He's a predator." Taylor fixed me with an intense gaze. "I'll stay away from Dean. Just don't go doing anything with my friend, okay?" ------- A few days later, I was testing out the furniture in yet another new room of the house. Only this particular "test" was giving me far more pain than pleasure. "You're still in pretty good shape," she commented from above me. Gasping for air, I couldn't answer. I pressed upwards with all my strength, pushing the bar away from me while straining to balance the heavy disc weights attached to each end. Rebecca counted repetitions, "Three ... four ... five..." She stood over me, almost straddling my head. In her skintight lycra shorts, I made out definite camel toe. A densely muscled stomach continued onward until I could see the jutting shelf of her tits protruding several inches off her chest, but fully encased in a black sports bra from this angle. "Eight ... nine ... ten! OK!" I grunted and started levering the barbell towards the rack while Rebecca held her hands out to spot me just in case. Once I managed to settle the barbell with a heavy clang, I dropped my arms and started gasping. Three sets of that after so much time away from actual weights was simply cruel and unusual punishment. Rebecca looked down at me. "Of course, all your exercise for the past month has pretty much been sex-related, hasn't it? You haven't been getting much of an upper-body workout." I just whimpered and moaned at the burning pain in my chest and arms. "Aww ... poor thing. Did I push you too hard?" My personal trainer leaned over and pouted. Rebecca Raymonde herself was always in great shape. Keeping herself at a physical peak, she was toned and had well-defined musculature. But don't be confused, she wasn't bulky in the slightest; just lean and tight and obviously in great athletic shape. And when she leaned over me I got an up close and personal view of her spectacular breasts. She'd shamelessly admitted that they were the work of a surgeon, but she must have had a damn good surgeon to come up with those beauties. The large and impossibly round tits hung forward into my face, only lightly restrained by the sports bra. Her brown hair had been braided into a long ponytail, which swung over her left shoulder as she leaned down to me. "Well, you want to quit?" My personal trainer glared at me, playing on my ego and daring me to capitulate. "No..." I wheezed, shaking out my arms to try and get blood flowing into them again. "Okay. Let's get you some cardio." And with that, Rebecca led me over to an endless staircase machine. I groaned as we approached it. "No complaining, John," she barked like a drill sergeant. "You bought it; you're going to use it." "I only bought it because you gave Cassandra the list of all the equipment you wanted in here." I glanced around at the brand new and fully-stocked private gym. A hundred medieval torture devices awaited me. "And we're going to put it ALL to good use. Now up on the stairs. If you do a good job I'll give you a little reward at the end. And if you're REALLY good you'll get the extra-special reward." Her dark brown eyes glittered. Even in my oxygen-deprived state, I knew exactly what Rebecca was thinking. I had to admit it was an enticing carrot she was dangling before me. I got into place while Rebecca stood by the controls and reached around to start pressing buttons. The stepper machine was basically a miniature escalator and it elevated me about three feet off the ground. And from this particular vantage point, I could practically see straight down into Rebecca's cleavage, her firm titflesh pressing together to form a vertical crevasse from lack of room in the sports bra. Obediently, I started stepping as the machine kicked into gear, forcing my eyes away from her tits. "So, what have you been up while we were gone?" I asked. "Oh, just relaxing a bit. I didn't realize how exhausting it was for me when Taylor wanted to work out EVERY SINGLE DAY leading up to the wedding. I went back and did the math. The three of you, including Cassandra, make up more than half of my business. So I had a little vacation of my own while you were gone." "Really? Go anywhere nice?" "Nah. Just stayed home. Did some jogging around Central Park for once. Although I admit I started getting so bored with sex once you all left without me," the pretty brunette pouted and shook her chest at me. "What? Your boyfriend wasn't taking care of you?" "Jeremy was fine. HE was happy I was paying so much more attention to him. But I missed your cock and I KNOW he missed Taylor." She sighed and folded her arms across the rail and leaned over. I smiled thinking back to the last time we'd had a foursome together. Sometimes I swear Taylor specifically hired Rebecca so that she could nail Jeremy. "Well, knowing Jeremy, I'm surprised you're not bruised all over," I huffed as the machine sped up a few notches. "I'm just a fast healer," Rebecca grinned. "He DOES seem to only have one speed though, doesn't he? Fast and HARD." "And that's a problem?" I wondered. Rebecca let her hand trail out and lightly she touched the bulge in my shorts. "Variety is the spice of life." I thought about the various women in my life. Rebecca was certainly right. One other thing about Rebecca was that she was a sadist. Well, not in TOO bad a way. But I think all personal trainers are sadists. By the end of my workout, she'd kicked the stepper almost all the way up and by the time I was done, she had me heaving for oxygen while laid out flat on my back across a padded bench. Rebecca came over and patted my forehead. "Well, I think you've done a GREAT job for your first day back. Why don't you let me relax you and then we'll hit the shower. I can't wait to try out that new setup you've got in there," Rebecca grinned. I was barely conscious when Rebecca knelt beside the bench I was lying on, tugged my shorts down to my knees, and then promptly took my cock into her mouth. Despite my exhaustion, I'd been looking forward to my reward and had gotten half-hard already. And once her agile tongue started working me over, I was at full-mast and she was deep-throating me with every thrust. Rebecca had Angelina Jolie's lips, and she was an absofriggin' incredible sight as her face pulled back and then went all the way down until those lips were pressed to my pelvic bone. I could barely move. My legs were jello. My arms still ached and hung limply to the sides off the bench. But Rebecca didn't need me active to make this work. So after a couple minutes blowing me, she stripped off her shorts and showed me that waxed pussy I'd been peeking at earlier, straddled my hips, and impaled herself on my cock. As she pumped herself up and down my shaft, Rebecca started counting repetitions, "Eight ... nine ... ten ... ooh..." I sighed and relaxed, letting her have her way with me. The fit brunette athletically rode me to her climax, her muscles squeezing me so hard I actually felt some pain. She didn't bring me off just yet. Instead, she helped me to my feet and then led me into the brand new locker room and expansive shower system. There, she delivered on her promised "extra-special reward", and I got to bounce my pelvic bone off the rock hard glutes of Rebecca's buttcheeks while I drilled my cock up her ass. I would never get tired of hearing a woman moan, "Fuck my ass." Rebecca was especially sexy when she was moaning it, and hearing her voice while I had her athletically toned body bent over before me would always be a wondrously pleasurable thrill. Then, after a few minutes of pounding her athletically toned backside, I spunked my load up her anal chute, watching her muscles tensing up while I filled her butthole with my cream. Once we cleaned up and toweled off, I looked over to Rebecca who was cramming her tits back into the extra-large sports bra and sliding her ass into the size-small shorts. "Lunch should be ready," I told her. "And then Taylor's workout is at what ... one-thirty?" "Yep. Maybe I should have left some of your cum up my ass for her to suck out as HER reward," Rebecca grinned. "And then, I'll cum again Wednesday." ------- NOVEMBER "Miss Brynn. Mr. Kwong. Your ten o'clock appointment is here." The pretty brunette with the black square-frame glasses and conservative suit stood in the doorway to the Master Suite's private lounge. She pulled the long sleeves of her jacket lower in a vain attempt to conceal the light bruising on her wrists. Taylor and I were snuggled together on an oversized lounging chair, idly talking while staring out across the blue ocean waters. It wasn't anything like Tahiti, but it would still be a few months before we stopped being amazed by the ocean front view. Taylor glanced up at her own personal assistant and smiled when she saw the young woman trying to cover up the bruises. "Thank you, Charlotte. We'll be right out." The pretty brunette nodded and then disappeared. Two minutes later we were out in the hallway. "You've seen this designer's work?" I asked. Taylor held my hand tightly, swinging our arms back and forth as we casually walked down the hallway. She glanced up at me. "Good stuff. Cassandra found this designer out of thin air. And when both of us like the work, you KNOW it's going to be good." "It's too bad Cassandra isn't here herself," I muttered with some annoyance. "She's working WAY too much on other projects." "If it upsets you that much, isn't it your place to change that? She IS supposed to be your assistant after all." Taylor squeezed my bicep reassuringly. "Hmm, you're right..." "Anyways, I suppose it's just as well. One less beautiful woman around for competition today." Taylor shrugged, no trace of actual jealousy in her voice. "Besides, this designer should be more than enough to hold our attention for the next few hours." I looked at my wife a little more closely, seeing that little gleam in her eye. "Are you collecting your own harem out of home professionals?" "What?" "First there was that carpenter kid who built the bed. Then Jeff Lee, the architect. And now I see that look in your eye about this interior designer. Who's next? The landscaper? After the racket you made this morning with Charlotte in your little 'dungeon' I'd think you be satisfied for a few hours at least." "The carpenter didn't last a week. Jeffrey belongs to Kaitlyn, not me. And as for this designer..." Taylor giggled and then gave me a Cheshire grin. "Well, you'll see..." Even though our brand new home was livable, construction had barely finished before Taylor, Cassandra, and I returned from our honeymoon. Even then they'd only finished the main residence. Cassandra's stables, the guest house, and a half-dozen outlying buildings would take six more months. The 9-hole private chipping course would be another year. Rather than complete all the interior designs ahead of time, we agreed to do the decorating once the place was built and we had a better idea of the size and the lighting. Today, Taylor was introducing me to her handpicked interior designer. It was a gorgeous sunny morning, which showcased the architecture to perfection with elegant shadows and bright, natural light. I was looking forward to a good day. Just before we got to the foyer, Taylor gushed, "I just KNOW you're going to love her." I almost stopped in my tracks. "Her?" We turned the corner and my very first thoughts were about how young and pretty this girl was. From the slightly aroused gleam in Taylor's eye, I'd assumed the designer would be male. Instead, what looked like a Hong Kong runway model was standing in the Grand Foyer beside Edward, our butler. Rather tall for an Asian, maybe 5'9", her body was ideally slender and her gentle hips and above-average bustline caught my attention immediately. Taylor was right; this girl was JUST my type. As if to punctuate that thought, Taylor giggled and elbowed me in the ribs, momentarily interrupting my drooling admiration. The designer wasn't even looking at us. Instead, her eyes were on the walls and the soaring ceiling. She wore trendy outfit and a short skirt that clung to her nice legs while she walked around the room. Her sleek, black hair went straight back and to the sides just above her shoulders, her makeup was light, and her eyes danced as she looked everywhere, up, down, and all around at once. But while my hormones bubbled in eagerness to get to know her more intimately, my brain thrust several professional concerns into the forefront of my thoughts. I knew Asians tended to look younger than their actual age, like my mother for instance, but in the right outfit this girl could have passed for a High Schooler. When the designer completed her circle of the Grand Foyer, Edward stepped forward and announced, "Miss Mia Cheng, sir." I nodded and then she stepped forward to shake hands. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kwong." She turned to Taylor. "So good to see you again, Miss Brynn." "Miss Cheng," I began. "You come highly-recommended by both my assistant and my wife, and they have impeccable taste. But..." My words caught in my throat and I wound up blurting, "How old are you?" I'd meant to ask her about her design experience. But her age was what I was really concerned about and the question just fumbled out. Taylor startled for a moment at my faux pas, but Miss Cheng took the question in stride. "Well Mr. Kwong, I'm 22-years-old. To be perfectly honest, I only graduated a year ago and this estate would be the largest project I'd ever attempted by far." Her English had a Hong Kong British accent which lent additional weight to her words, reminding me for a moment of my mother's speech. Miss Cheng's smile was confident and her eyes returned back to the architecture. There was a stillness and intense focus in her gaze that belied her youth. And without turning back to me she continued, "But I've been creating designs since I was a young girl and I know what I'm doing. I have all the credentials and recommendations Both Miss Cooper and Miss Brynn have seen some of my work and you're welcome to review it as well." She finally turned back to me and her eyes bored right into the back of my head. "I'd like to think that talent has no age-requirement. Either it looks good and feels good, or it doesn't." "Quite right," I nodded. Age hadn't scared me away from Jeff Lee's work and he'd done a marvelous job. I'd just been worried that Mia was only 18 or something. But she'd stated her credentials and her poise had intrigued me. Little did I know that her little speech would be the most organized and coherent statement I would hear from her for some time. "Enough with this Mister and Miss stuff," Taylor interjected. "I'm Taylor, this is John, and is it alright if we call you Mia?" The Hong Kong designer blushed. "Of course, Taylor." The three of us toured the rest of the house. Mia's head kept darting left and right like a bird scanning the treeline. She would verbalize her ideas and get only halfway through the explanations before some new element caught her attention and she began speaking about that instead. "Oh, wow, I love that ... Hmm, a wing chair would really ... Oh, teak, definitely teak..." Her mind was amazingly quick and it seemed she was coming up with ideas faster than her tongue could spit them out. It was my first indication that while the girl was brilliant and saw things with exceptional clarity, she was also rather ... spacey. Mia would get so focused on something she would forget about basic social graces. In some cases, this meant she wouldn't finish her sentence before moving on to the next. In other cases, she wound up being very familiar with my body as she leaned against me and physically turned my head in her hands to point out a particularly inventive idea. It took a while to get used to, but I hardly minded. Mia smelled heavenly and on more than one occasion the touch of her hand on my arm or her firm breasts against my back sent pleasant thrills up and down my spine. "This is such a beautiful house," she commented. I had to agree. The vaulted ceilings and soaring beams were what sold me on the design in the first place. At the time she was saying it, I was seated on the Grand Staircase while Mia sat one step above me. Her left arm was on my left shoulder with her hand against my chest. Her cheek was pressed to mine, a position that had me shrinking away subtly, at least until she grabbed my head in her left hand to direct me. She pointed with her right hand. "See, if we elevate the drapery to that line, then as the eye scans across..." Mia rotated our heads together to the right. " ... then a row of paintings on that wall will balance the room." I glanced for a moment to Taylor, who sat beside me and tried valiantly not to laugh while watching me nervously try to figure out the pretty girl draping herself on a perfect stranger. I don't honestly think Mia was trying to seduce me or otherwise influence her hiring by flirting with me. She was just in her creative zone and ignorant of the effect she was having on me. Despite her spacey persona and half-completed sentences, Mia did indeed show off some amazing design talent as she made wonderful suggestions and inspired concepts in almost every room. By the end of the day, I agreed with Taylor that she would be ideally suited to showcase a modern American house with Eastern elegance. When I informed Mia that she was hired, she jumped up with the energy of a schoolgirl and then hugged me tightly. "Thank you!" she gushed. "You won't be disappointed!" ------- "Jonathan, you really don't need to be doing this." I looked up from my task. Despite her words, Cassandra's head was thrown back and her eyes were closed as she sighed happily at the soothing sensations running up and down her legs. I switched from a thumb-circling motion to more of a full-hand massage of my beautiful assistant's feet. "But I like doing it. Don't you like me doing this?" I asked. A crooked grin crossed Cassandra's face. "Well, sir. We do have professionals on staff for this. And I worry that you'll injure me in your clumsy attempts." "Clumsy!" I protested and slapped the sole of her left foot. Cassandra just giggled. We went quiet for a moment before Cassandra spoke up. "Jonathan, we really need to talk about the Crown acquisition." "What did I tell you about discussing work?" I snapped lightly. "Fine, fine," she sighed and we went quiet again as I continued massaging her feet and started working my way up her legs. After a long silence, Cassandra spoke up again. "So ... Taylor tells me that you were quite enthralled with the interior designer I recommended." "Well, we hired her." "That's not what I meant. Come on, Jonathan. I could have found an equally talented designer who wasn't nearly as pretty." I started rubbing her feet a little harder. "Are you deliberately trying to tempt me?" "Maybe..." Cassandra giggled. "Taylor thought you might be getting itchy for some fresh pussy." "You two are all I need, love." I said sincerely. "'Need', maybe. But 'want'? I don't think I hear you complaining whenever Rebecca wants to give you a titfuck with those cantaloupes." "What? Are you telling me I should try and get Mia into my bed?" "No. Not necessarily. I mean, I do think she's your type. But if the chemistry isn't there then it isn't there." Cassandra picked her head up, a mellow expression on her face as I went to work massaging her toes. "Personally, I think Taylor just wants to distract you from a certain redheaded supermodel you two ran into at the Vanderbilt party." "Ashlyn?" I said perhaps a little TOO quickly. The day after the party, I'd gone onto the internet to look up some of the redhead's photo shoots. One high- resolution scan of Ashlyn in Victoria's Secret lingerie particularly stood out and the picture immediately came to mind. Cassandra chuckled. "Yes, that's the one." A moment later, she pulled her feet away from my grasp and sat up straight. Cassandra knew me better than anyone, including both my mom and my wife. She'd probably heard something into my tone and could read me like a book. "Jonathan, from what I read in Taylor's voice, that girl is dangerous. They're friends and as pretty as Taylor is, she's a little intimidated by Ashlyn's beauty. There are very few women in this world Taylor would get jealous over, and that girl is one of them." Cassandra leaned forward and put her hand on my cheek. "I know Ashlyn is gorgeous and alluring, but you're going to have to get her out of your head. Remember, she's just another pretty face. We can get you plenty of those that are far less trouble." "Right, right. I know." The problem: it's always the pretty face you can't have that you end up wanting the most. I kept that little thought to myself. "Taylor's not actually worried is she? I mean, Ashlyn's not really a threat." I bit down on the thought that the redhead might be the most attractive woman I'd ever met. "Besides, my wife said Ashlyn was off-limits and that's that," I nodded firmly. "Nah, Taylor's not worried," Cassandra shrugged. "She trusts you." I nodded. I had enough self-control and enough pleasure around me to keep myself satisfied. "But you both are giving me a green light with Mia?" I asked hopefully. "Have at her," Cassandra smiled. I chuckled and visibly relaxed. Cassandra was my conscience, and her approval immediately put me at ease. I then reached for Cassandra's feet again. "No, I'm done," my assistant shook her head at my attempts to continue massaging her feet, and she got up from the couch on which we were lounging. She came to me and with a firm grasp on my shoulders, began to push me face- down across the wide cushions. "Cassandra, you don't need to do this. We have professionals on staff, remember?" "I'm on your staff," Cassandra answered. "Not yet," I muttered, thinking of a different staff. Cassandra chuckled. "Besides, the last time we brought in a masseuse she ended up giving you a blowjob." I grinned at the memory of the young golddigging blonde masseuse. "Why do you think I'm asking for a professional?" Cassandra leaned down to my ear and husked, "What makes you think I'M not going to end up giving you a blowjob?" I groaned as I felt her strong hands going to work on my back. Cassandra laughed before affecting an overdone Chinese accent. "Yes, sir! Full body massage with happy ending!" ------- I am a puddle of jello. Cassandra's wonderful hands had every single muscle in my body fully relaxed. I was flat on my back, my head lolled to the side since even my neck wasn't bothering to try and support it. My fingers were limp, my left arm hung off the side of the sofa, and my feet canted away from each other. Every inch of me simply came to rest wherever gravity took it. Tension in the body inevitably leads to tension in the mind. The reverse is also true. And with my body in a total state of relaxation, my brain also went into standby mode. At least, I was in standby until Cassandra pressed a very important wakeup button. It wasn't immediately obvious what was happening to me. I was barely aware of my surroundings and initially, all I felt was a pleasantly warming sensation creeping up my abdomen, almost ticklish around my belly button as the feeling spread up into my chest. My eyes were still closed, but as I pushed through the hazy disconnect between my brain and my body, I slowly realized that the pleasant sensations were originating from my penis. A few seconds later, I realized that my rapidly hardening member was encased in a warm, wet mouth. Even with my eyes closed, I could see her now, with ruby lips spread wide around my shaft. Strong cheekbones led up to glittering sky blue eyes that swiveled up to gaze adoringly at me. She saw the pleasure written on my face, and her own satisfaction from getting such positive feedback only spurred her to better and more enthusiastic efforts. Soon, she was rewarded as a brand new tension, a good tension, built up in my balls. And then with a happy groan, that tension was released as I felt the powerful flow go barreling up my shaft and explode at the apex of my cock, erupting burst after burst of hot, sticky cum into her sucking mouth. Her hands squeezed and pulled at my shaft, coaxing more and more out of me while I felt her throat muscles working to swallow my copious load. And finally, when the flash flood had abated and calmed down to just a trickle, her tongue snaked out across my tip to swipe the last droplets before she took me deeply into her mouth once again and suckled everything out of me. I felt the tickle of her hair falling down and brushing against my shaft, the coppery red tresses hanging forward off her stunning face as her lips curled into a smug smile. Wait ... red? Ashlyn's face flashed before me and then disappeared once I started blinking rapidly. My whole body jerked and I sat upright, tension filling my muscles. Cassandra was kneeling on the floor beside me, my cock having been dislodged from her mouth and she swept her fine blonde hair back as she looked at me strangely. "Jonathan, are you alright?" "Yeah, yeah..." I panted heavily. "You just ... startled me, that's all." Cassandra managed a wry grin as she scooped up a droplet of cum from her lower lip and popped it into her mouth. "Guess that FINALLY woke you up at the end." I dropped my head back onto the cushion behind me. "Yeah ... that was quite the happy ending." ------- "Look, I don't care what further analyses Heatherton claims he's got. His ROI is bullshit and we're not going to fall for it. Sharpley, I want another workup based on these new numbers and you'll get them to Cassandra by tomorrow morning, okay? Gentlemen, good DAY." I half-snarled the last word and turned through the open doorway to leave the boardroom. In full business attire, Cassandra fell into step beside me as we marched down the hallway towards the elevators. She reached up and hit something on her Bluetooth earpiece. "Don't tell me we're late," I growled. "Fine, I won't tell you," she answered. We entered the elevator and spun back to face the doors. They were just closing when I sighed, "Taylor's going to kill me." ------- "Hi, honey, sorry we're late," I was saying even before we turned the last corner to the room the hostess was leading us to. I was caught short by the four people already sitting there. Taylor, I was obviously expecting to see, as well as Charlotte, her personal assistant. I WASN'T expecting to see Ashlyn, nor the willowy platinum blonde sitting beside Ashlyn. Drinks for all four of them were already half-gone. "It's okay, Johnny. We ran into some old friends and they've been keeping me company," Taylor said breezily. Then a wicked grin crossed her face. "And since I have them, what the hell do I need you for?" At our six-person table, I sat down beside Taylor with Charlotte next to her. Cassandra smiled and slid into the chair directly across from me with Ashlyn and then the platinum blonde next to her. I put on a suitably hurt face and leaned in towards Taylor. "How ever can I make it up to you? Expensive baubles? Exotic vacations?" "An incredible orgasm," Taylor husked, her eyes flaring. "Deal," I smiled. The girls across the table chuckled. "So," Taylor swept her hand to her guests. "Ashlyn, you've met. Her friend is Kate Ross. You might have seen her in a few magazines." I nodded. The blonde was beautiful and I briefly hoped that Taylor wouldn't put her on the off-limits list, but I didn't recognize her. She was probably a less famous and less successful model. Ashlyn immediately spoke up. "We happened to be back in town and looking for a good place to eat when we ran into Taylor." "Wait, models actually EAT?" I put my hand over my chest as if about to have a heart-attack from surprise. Then I braced myself for impact. Right on time, Taylor's hand whizzed out as she punched my shoulder. "Jerk." We both smiled at each other as Ashlyn giggled then continued. "So your wife invited us to keep her company. I think she knew you were going to be late." I turned to Taylor. "How?" Taylor shrugged and flicked her eyes to my assistant. "Cassandra called me." I looked over at the blonde who had been at my side the entire trip to the restaurant. She hadn't been on the phone once. "When?" "During the meeting, Jonathan. Once you got into that argument about Heatherton's analysis I knew you weren't going to let it go on time," Cassandra stated firmly. I looked at Ashlyn as if she could somehow sympathize with me. "What can I say? My girls know me." "So ... how do I get to... 'know you'?" she asked saucily, her mouth still open in a smiling pant, and her lower lip trembled just before she closed her mouth. Taylor laughed amusedly. "Take a number." ------- I finished up my business in the restroom and came out the door, only to stop dead in my tracks at the person blocking my way. The narrow corridor leading to both men's and women's restrooms could fit two people side-by-side just barely in front of the pay phones, but with Ashlyn standing dead center, I had no easy exit. She stood erect, chin high and proud and I simply could not stop myself from giving her the once over. Her face was different from Taylor's but no less beautiful. Her hair was carefully disarrayed to express an untamed wildness beneath her cool exterior. And of course, her body with her spectacular breasts and sculpted figure was quite boner-inducing. Ashlyn just stood there and let me admire her for a moment before a satisfied grin spread across her face. "Enjoying the view?" For all her beauty, her arrogance was a little off-putting. "You know you're gorgeous, Ashlyn." "Yes, I do. But it's still nice to be reminded every once in a while." She fixed me with an intense gaze. "So what are you going to do about it?" "About what? About you?" She nodded. "Nothing. I'm married, Ashlyn. Happily." "But that hasn't stopped you before," she answered matter-of-factly. I smirked and looked away for a moment. My eyebrows went up in wonder at just how much Ashlyn really knew. "Everything I do is with Taylor's full awareness and approval. Have you already asked her about me?" "Why don't we just leave your wife out of this? It's sooo much naughtier that way..." Ashlyn husked and took two steps toward me. "Are you trying to seduce me behind my wife's back?" She laughed. "No. Not yet. If I wanted to, I would have already had you." "But why would you want me?" "Curiosity..." I LOVED how Ashlyn's lips wriggled as she formed that word. Ashlyn knew she had my attention. "Taylor raves about you. And any man who can keep THAT woman satisfied is worth a ride or two." Ashlyn's eyes glowed, and for a moment I was reminded of my little daydream about her while Cassandra had been blowing me. Quickly, I shook the image from my head. "Well, I'm sorry to spoil your plans, but this is one man you won't be riding, Ashlyn. I appreciate the sentiment, though." "We'll see..." Only then did Ashlyn take a step back and to the side, fixing me with a predatory grin. For a moment, my heart started racing purely from the intensity of Ashlyn's gaze. She had a smoldering sexuality that seemed incredibly familiar. In fact, the only other woman to have this same kind of effect on me was Taylor. In a way, the two supermodels were very alike, both passionate and intense and very sure of what they wanted. I hadn't been able to resist Taylor whenever she turned her charms on me. I hoped I had the strength to resist Ashlyn. And so without a second glance, I passed her and headed back to the table. ------- "I must say, I'm impressed." I reached out and handed an iced tea to Mia, who sipped at it absentmindedly as she looked across the formal living room. It had been a week since we hired her and Mia had spent every day at our house taking measurements and ordering furniture, light fixtures, and other assorted pieces. This room was the first to be completed and her two contractors were taking a break. "There's something not quite right..." Mia mused, still lost in thought as she stared in the general direction of the living room. "Well, for as much money as we spent in here, it'd better be perfect," I teased. The elegant Chinese woman didn't answer. But then she snapped her fingers and went "Ooh!" Before I could react, she was racing down the hallway towards what Taylor had dubbed "The West Wing". It really was the western wing of the house, and held the library and private offices for both me and Taylor. More accurately, they were Cassandra's and Charlotte's offices. "Mia?" I wondered aloud as she'd turned away, but she hadn't answered. No explanations, no hesitation. I chuckled. After a couple years dealing with stuffy, over-formalized politicking and traditional etiquette with New York's social elite, Mia's unrestrained impulses were a breath of fresh air. Two minutes later, she returned holding a geometric sculpture that I recognized as being from my office. She began muttering as she began rearranging things. "This will bring out ... to pull in elements ... And it gives that personal touch of you, John ... THERE." She finished replacing a previous sculpture on a side table with the one she'd just brought out. Mia wasn't even aware that none of her fragments formed a complete sentence. I shrugged and took another look at the room. It didn't seem any different to me at first glance, but as I looked across the heavy teak furniture and red accents, I WAS feeling a bit more ... at home. "Isn't that better, John?" Mia came back to where we were sitting on the Grand Staircase. She put a hand on my thigh and looked forward. "Feel more like YOUR home instead of just another pretty living room?" "Yeah..." I admitted. "But you stole that from my office." She giggled and reflexively her hand held my leg tighter. "I haven't redecorated your offices yet. Once I'm done, you won't miss it." I smiled. And now, with the current redesign complete, Mia seemed to only now realize that she was holding my thigh rather intimately. Like she'd touched hot fire, she yanked her hand away and blushed while looking at her feet. "Sorry." "Don't be," I soothed, feeling a flush through me as some of my sexual lust for this attractive young woman was let out. "I didn't mind." Mia glanced up and for a moment our eyes met. And then she hurriedly turned away and picked up her clipboard full of sketches and dimensions. "Well, we'd better move on to the dining room." "Well, I'll tap out for Taylor to be your assistant. I've got some work to do and the dining room is hers anyways." Mia smiled and then noticed the drink in her other hand. "Uh, thanks for the drink, John. And thanks for helping me. It was a lot easier to be sure I got the look you really wanted with your help." "Anytime. Oh, and make sure you get me before you finish the Underground Bar on the pool deck. I REALLY want to make that place special." Mia flashed me a brilliant smile. "I will." I turned to walk away but Mia called, "John?" "Yeah?" I turned about. "You'll still be here when I leave, right?" She gave me a shy smile filled with hope. I smiled right back. "Just ask one of the staff to get me. I promise I'll come back and say good night." ------- I settled back into the plush sofa and stretched my right arm out to the side. A second later, Taylor hit the cushion beside me and snuggled easily into the outstretched arm, which I now wrapped around her. I dropped a soft kiss on the tip of her nose as she turned to me. I smiled and then said, "I missed you today. How was the photo shoot?" "Same old, same old," Taylor shrugged. "Well, one thing I know you'd love to hear: I started getting antsy halfway through. So Charlotte had to give me a quickie in the dressing room at lunchtime." Taylor giggled and I soaked in the pleasant visual. "Oh, by the way, I'll have to be on the runway next weekend," Taylor sighed as she nudged her head into the corner of my shoulder and neck. "Aww ... I barely see enough of you as it is. Cassandra's up to her ears in this Crown acquisition and with you getting back to modeling work, I'm feeling downright lonely." Taylor grinned. "What? Isn't Mia company enough when you're here?" "I'm not sleeping with her." "Yet ... It's only been a week. But does my man need a little relief?" she slipped her hand down over my crotch. I exhaled loudly. "It's just that I got used to having both you and Cassandra around 24-7 for that honeymoon. I don't think a month was long enough. We need to go back and soon." "Are you kidding me?" Taylor sat up. "I got SOOO tan already. And in my line of work, that's not necessarily a good thing. If we go honeymooning again then I'll come back positively BROWN." "Well, maybe not somewhere tropical. How about skiing?" Taylor shrugged. "Look it up." "Sure thing. Cassandra will..." I trailed off as my mood darkened. "Dammit." Taylor canted her head. "You forget Cassandra's still at the office?" "Yeah..." I growled. "When I agreed to let her take over some of these projects, wasn't the deal that she would do it from the home office here?" "She can't yell at your Vice Presidents as effectively from here." "Still ... what's the point of having a personal assistant if they're never around?" Taylor shrugged, not having an immediate answer to that. I sighed and tried to think of other things. But Taylor had other ideas. She turned and swung a leg over to straddle me on the couch and leaned forward. Taking my head in her hands, she first kissed my forehead before looking deeply into my own blue eyes, slightly lighter and greyer than hers. "Well, you'll always have me, honey. And I'll never put my work ahead of you." Taylor bent and I tilted my head so that our lips could meet, and the longer we kept kissing the more Taylor began to writhe on top of me. Her gyrations over my lap had a pronounced effect on my cock, and as I stiffened up Taylor started grinding her crotch along the length of my boner. Before we got too far, Taylor stood up and then held her hand out to me, beckoning me back towards our bedroom. "Come on, my husband. Let's get naked." ------- DECEMBER "You're sure taking your time with this one," Taylor said flippantly as she pecked at her food. "Thanks Dorothy," I nodded to our cook who finished pouring my coffee and then returned to the kitchen. "What do you mean?" I asked Taylor. "You haven't bedded Mia yet, Jonathan," Cassandra stated from her seat to my right. I looked back and forth between my wife and my assistant, neither of whom were looking back at me. Taylor was trying to hide a smirk as she shuffled her food around her plate and Cassandra was reading the Business section of the newspaper. I knew as well as they did that I hadn't slept with Mia. She was quite pretty and would get quite giggly/spacey around me, but so far she hadn't shown any inclination to cross the line between flirtatious and sexual. "I'm not one to push," I stated firmly. "If she's interested, she'll make her own interest known. I'm not a predator, and Mia hasn't even attempted anything." "She's interested, alright," Taylor stated flatly. "She's just hiding it. Takes a woman to really recognize desire instead of flirting. Mia's too innocent and passive to be a flirt for flirting's sake. She genuinely is hot for you. But she's holding back because you're married and she doesn't want to screw up the job. I already told her I wouldn't mind, but she's just shy." "Like I said, if she's not comfortable, I'm not going to push anything." "You pushed Nicole," Cassandra pointed out. "Not every girl you were attracted to threw themselves at you." "And look how Nicole turned out. If the girl doesn't want to deal with me and my lifestyle, I'm not going to push. Ladies, you're all I really need. Isn't that enough?" Taylor laughed. "If WE were all you needed, then how come Rebecca got you in less than three days? It's been three WEEKS with Mia." I put my fork down and sighed. "Rebecca stuck her hand into my shorts and started jacking me off within three days. Something tells me that Mia isn't the type." "So if Mia stuck her sweet little hand in your shorts you'd stop being such a gentleman?" Before I could answer, Taylor reached underneath the table and ran her hand along my crotch. She could feel the erection that was forming even before she got there. Cassandra saw my body go rigid and soon her grin matched Taylor's. I managed to groan as Taylor slipped her hand beneath the waistband of my flannel pajama pants and circled her fingers around my rapidly hardening shaft. "Uh ... sure..." "C'mon, Johnny," Taylor teased. "Sure as in 'aw, shucks ... fine ... I'll go along... '? Or sure as in 'ooh, I hope she does... '?" I imagined willowy Mia, with her exotic looks and lithe body with her knees on one of those expensive rugs she'd purchased and resting her arms on the microsuede couch. Her firm ass would be as tight as a drum in my hands as I pounded her from behind, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the vaulted ceilings she talked about so much. "I hope she does," I croaked. "But you'll never get her to do it. Rebecca was able to stick her hand in my shorts because she was my personal trainer. Interior designers don't have any excuses for getting up close and personal." "We'll see..." That gleam in Taylor's eyes was back. My dick was screaming at me to get inside someone. "You know, I think we're going to end breakfast a little early." "Mmm, goody..." Taylor said. She released me and stood up from the table, looking to Cassandra. "First one back to the bedroom gets his cock first!" Cassandra chuckled and waved us along, then turned back to her paper. "That means you, Cassandra," I said, willingly playing Taylor's game. "Oh, Jonathan, I need to go into the office today. The holidays are coming soon and this Crown acquisition is just-" Annoyance flared up inside me. I wanted both the loves of my life and I wanted them NOW. "Miss Cooper," I began in a stern voice, and then I made a decision. "You are not a Vice President of my company. You are my personal assistant, and I'm seeing far too little of you as it is. Do I need to contact your agency and request a replacement so that you can go to work full-time for Kwong Enterprises?" Cassandra was clearly taken aback by my tone. "No, sir!" "Then stand up, march yourself to the Master Suite, and get your fucking clothes off. Is that understood?" A little smile crossed Cassandra's face. "Yes ... sir..." she husked. And then she hustled away. Taylor slipped her hand into mine. "I thought you said you didn't push people." "I try to be a nice guy. But I guess when I know what I want I just have to make sure I get it." Taylor leaned in and pecked my cheek. "Give Mia hell this afternoon." ------- She really did want me. I was convinced now. Three weeks ago, Mia would stand a respectable distance away from me whenever we were having a direct conversation. Sure, she'd lose her head and get intimately close without realizing it, but never when she was fully aware of my presence. Today, she was clearly inside my personal space, close enough that if I just leaned forward I could touch my chin to her forehead. She still wasn't quite touching me, but I could feel the warmth of her breath at my neck. Armed with Taylor's assurances of Mia's desire, I spent the afternoon observing Mia while we worked together to arrange the media room, my private home theater, with all the highest-tech equipment in video and surround sound. When the contractors were about, painting or constructing or assembling, Mia stayed aloof from me like a field marshal organizing her troops while occasionally asking my opinion for minor design tweaks. But in the moments when the workers went out to the truck or were taking a break, invariably I would find her physically up close and personal once again. And as the afternoon passed on, the sexual tension between us ratcheted higher and higher. I wasn't falling in love with her or anything, and I doubted she was falling for me, either. She was simply a beautiful young woman and I was a handsome young man and we shared a mutual attraction, that's all. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have done a thing about it. I met beautiful women all the time and got plenty of sex from my current lovers. But I did desire Mia, and in a way, after repressing my desire for Ashlyn these past few weeks, I really wanted to act on my desire for the beautiful, young Chinese girl. My lust reached a breaking point sometime around 3pm. I was standing back, just looking at Mia and trying to imagine what she looked like beneath her clothes. Her jet black hair was pinned up, revealing the creamy white skin of her neck. She'd rolled up the sleeves on a pink pastel blouse, which let me see the delicate structure of her thin wrists and forearms. From my oblique angle behind her, I could just see the swell of her breast to the side, and I had a wonderful view of her almost flat ass brilliantly hugged by a pair of designer jeans. Any other day, I would have gone to find Taylor or Cassandra to relieve my tension. We even had a few new maids for the larger home, one of whom made plain she wanted to serve me in ANY way. But I had to admit to myself, I wanted Mia. The workers were doing final assembly on the A/V equipment and would still need to run system checks. There were no design considerations to be made for a while. So I stepped forward and casually slipped my arm around Mia's back, my hand coming to rest on her waist. Things had gotten to the point where she didn't even flinch at my touch. "I'm impressed," I said casually. "It looks like we'll actually have the entire place done in time for the holidays." Mia sighed and looked around, mentally reviewing all that was still left to do. "I hope so. I'm certain you've already planned quite the party for this place." "Of course. I'll send you the invite once we've nailed down a date." We went silent for a long while. Mia was still surveying the room, but my attention was on the feel of Mia's body beneath my fingers and arm. Mia seemed to notice my new attention. "Getting bored, John?" She looked up at me, her Hong Kong British accent even more alluring in my aroused state. "A little. Let's go take a look at the game room." Mia's eyes went back and forth for a moment, searching mine. Perhaps she read my intentions in my gaze, because she blushed and then said softly, "Sure." Silently, I steered Mia by her hip out of the media room and across the hall to the game room. The room itself was far from complete. Walls were unpainted and the light fixtures were still empty, the only illumination coming in from the windows letting in the afternoon sun. The wood floor was down, but the only furniture was the elegant black pool table itself, still plastic-wrapped and sitting idle in the middle of the room. Conspicuously, once inside I closed the door, sealing the two of us off in our privacy. Immediately, I heard Mia's breathing start to pick up in speed, and she rotated in my grasp until we were face-to-face. This was the moment. As I'd said before, I wasn't one to push. The way my life had gone, the girl had usually been the one to make the first move. But even as I looked into Mia's eyes and saw the same desire I felt reflected back at me, I knew she would never make the first move. It just wasn't in her nature. And so without further thought, I cradled Mia's sweet face in my hands and tilted my lips to meet hers. She quivered just before we made contact, and then I was filled with her spicy taste as our kiss released weeks of built-up desire. Mia moaned into my mouth and parted her lips, inviting my tongue inside. My fingers tensed and gripped her head tighter as we started breathing more heavily, the sound of air being forced in and out through our noses only adding to the aural stimulation as we devoured each other madly. But just when it started to get really good, Mia suddenly pulled back and turned away, marching five steps deeper into the room. "Ohmigod..." she husked and hunched her shoulders forward. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." "Sorry? Why?" Mia turned around and fixed me with an anguished look. "You're married!" I sighed, feeling some of my ardor diminish. One reason for always waiting for the girl to make the first move meant I never had to deal with their hesitations. "Does that bother you?" "Well ... it should bother your wife!" Somehow, the phrase seemed even harsher with her accent. I smiled. "Taylor doesn't mind. She told me this morning to 'give you hell'." Mia's chest was still rising and falling rapidly as she panted to catch her breath, both from our frenzied kiss and her current turmoil. Her gaze wavered for a moment as if she was still undecided whether to walk away or give in to her desires. "Didn't Taylor tell you that herself?" I asked. Wordlessly, Mia nodded. She pinched her lips together and then looked up at me, and then away from me, and then to the wall. She started pacing the same way she did when she was evaluating a room. "I don't think I believed ... but if you two have an open ... But I still work for..." She stopped and looked at me. "But you're so cute..." And then she turned away and kept pacing. "And I want ... and Taylor said he's so good with ... Oh, WHY would she say something like that to me?" Mia paused and looked at me again, then took two strong steps towards me before stopping in her tracks. And then she turned away again and resumed her muttering. "But you shouldn't ... he's a client who ... ohhh, just because I haven't gotten laid in..." I smiled. It was almost comical the way Mia was pacing and spouting unfinished sentences and staring at me with alternating lust and fear. This was her way of working things out in her head. And even though it wasn't the most seductive of actions, it brought a smile to my face and did nothing to dampen my desire for her. She was just too cute. And then next time Mia cruised within arm's reach, still muttering, I seized her arm, spun her back to me and dipped her like we were doing the Tango. "You think too much," I growled and then kissed her again. Mia moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms behind my head. I took the opportunity to literally sweep her off her feet into a carry-position, never breaking our liplock as I opened my eyes to look for something halfway suitable. The plastic-covered pool table would work for now. The heavy black base was plenty sturdy, and the table itself had a thick, padded, black leather cover that would provide a smooth, cushioned surface. Shuffling over, I pivoted and managed to flip the plastic up and fling it away, and then slid Mia's butt onto the leather table cover. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around my hips and locked her ankles behind my ass, tugging me closer as she put her arms over my shoulders and went back to devouring my lips with her own. And after she attacked my mouth for a few minutes, her fingers nimbly went to work unbuttoning my shirt. Once I shrugged out of the button-down, I whipped my T-shirt over my head and then moved my hands down to Mia's jeans. She unbuttoned herself and then leaned back, noisily pushing more of the plastic covering away before planting her hands behind her and lifting her butt up so that I could drag her jeans down, taking her panties with them. Mia's pussy was already spreading open with her arousal, the pink insides clearly visible. Her dark hair was neatly trimmed down and stopped just before her cleft, which itself was already parted to reveal a very prominent clit. And while I worked to get her jeans and shoes off her feet, Mia bit her lip and immediately went to work rubbing herself. "I've been masturbating every day thinking about you," she husked. "Several times a day, in fact." "I'm flattered," I grinned. "But the real thing is even better." And with that I knelt and pushed my head between Mia's outstretched legs. I started at the bottom and experimentally pushed my tongue into her tight channel a few times before licking my way higher. Only once my tongue brushed against her fingers a few times did Mia finally stop frigging herself and plant both hands behind her again. She picked up her legs and hooked them over my shoulders, tugging me even tighter to her as I bore down and proceeded to give Mia a tongue lashing she would never forget. They always say only a woman can ever truly know how to eat out a woman. They simply have decades of experience with the organs in question and fundamentally understand how those organs work in a way no man could ever understand. That might be true, but with tutors like Taylor and Cassandra, I was about as proficient as one could ever get without having a vagina of one's own. Mia certainly appreciated my wife's and assistant's teachings. Less than a minute after I began eating her, her thighs locked around my head and she began howling so loud I was sure the contractors back in the media room could hear her, soundproofed or not. And with Mia's prominent clit throbbing for more attention, I soon had her working on her way to another one. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Please!" Mia pleaded once she came down from her second orgasm. Her hands scrabbled in my hair, trying to tug me closer while her legs squeezed even tighter at my shoulders. I grunted, "You'll have to let go of me first." Instantly, her legs released me and I stood up, stretching some of the kinks out of my back. Mia's feet had been drumming me during that last orgasm, and I was sure I would have bruises in a few hours. But for now, I had a beautiful Asian princess writhing on her back begging me to fuck her. Quickly, I shucked my own pants and shoes while Mia went to work unbuttoning her own blouse. Once it was open, she didn't remove it, simply pulling the two halves to the sides and then pushing her own bra higher onto her chest so that she could palm and caress her own firm tits. Once my own naked body was revealed, Mia zeroed in on my hard dick and cooed greedily. And still with both hands on her breasts, Mia simply retracted her legs back and to the sides until she was literally doing the splits, her feet pointing in precisely opposite directions as she spread herself open for me. "Fuck me, John. Fuck me!" Simultaneously amazed and aroused at her gymnastic flexibility, I stepped forward, held her tiny waist in my hands, and guided my cock forward. Even with her legs spread completely to the sides, her tunnel was incredibly tight and I had to dig my toes into the floor to get more traction and sink my thick shaft deeper into her body. "More ... more ... yes ... more..." Mia groaned. But eventually, I couldn't go any further and still two inches of me was still exposed. "No..." Mia whined as I pulled back until just the ridge of my crown held me inside her, and she went back to panting, "Yes..." as I burrowed my way back inside. This time, I got a little deeper, and she was beginning to loosen up. In ... out ... Whimpers of "yes..." and "no..." Eventually, I managed to press my pelvis all the way up to Mia's crotch, and when she felt my flesh flush against hers, she tilted her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and moaned happily. And THEN we started fucking. I reached out and grabbed Mia's legs somewhere around her knees, gripping them as I began to pump in and out of her rhythmically. Mia simply lay back and let me pound her, her head tossing to the side left and right as she whimpered in delight and moaned "Fuck me, fuck me" over and over again. But what really set her off was when I pulled her legs up and hooked them over my shoulders again, freeing up my hands to grip her hips and actually start tugging her light body against my crotch with every thrust. I was grunting with the exertion and Mia would squeal with each heavy impact of my thighs against her buttcheeks, and after a few minutes of this deep thrusting she tensed up and came again. I was beginning to tire from my efforts and grinding my cock inside Mia's tight box, I began to focus on my own orgasm. With a heavy pant in my voice I groaned, "I'm going to cum." "Yesss..." she moaned. "But not yet..." I sighed inwardly, torn between desire for my own release and egotistical need to fully satisfy my lover. But before I could ruminate on that for too long, Mia pulled back with her legs and then shot them out roughly, the backs of her thighs punching against my chest and causing me to stagger backwards. But rather than dislodge my cock, Mia hunched her hips forward with me and then suddenly her ass was off the end of the table, held up only by my dick. Mia planted her hands behind her head and then pushed again, moving us further back again. She kept this up a few times until only Mia's shoulders and head were still on the table, the rest of her body suspended in air by my cock and my hands beneath her buttcheeks. "Fuck me, John," she crooned. She was light, but not THAT light. And as I began to thrust again, my forearms straining with the effort of holding her up. And then it became even harder as Mia began to undulate her body, flinging her hips up against me and causing her entire torso to bend up and down in waves as she fucked herself against me. I watched her ab muscles rippling as Mia did this, and I had to admit, the extra weight and her motions made for incredible pressure on my dick. Pleasure mixed in my brain with concern that I not drop her, along with amazement as I watched this beautiful Chinese doll athletically fucking me while supporting herself on only her shoulders. All of those sensations were just too much, and I felt the deep pang in my gut that told me I was about to cum. A part of me desperately wanted to just slam my cock in to the hilt and then absolutely flood Mia's womb with every ounce of sperm I had in my body. The mental sensation every time I did it with Taylor or Cassandra was like touching heaven. But I shouldn't. As much as I liked Mia, I didn't know her that well. And after the Kaitlyn-near-fiasco I just couldn't take anymore chances. She might very well be on the pill, but even those had margins for error. An illegitimate child would just be too high-profile and also be a financial disaster. I couldn't cum inside Mia or anyone else but my two loves. It was simply a price I had to pay for my inheritance. With a roar, I suddenly thrust and also stepped forward, pushing Mia's body back onto the table until at least her lower back was on top of the surface. And with my last gasp, I yanked my cock out and unloaded all my jism right onto her spasming pussy. Mia howled happily as she felt me begin hosing down her loins. Almost reflexively, her ab muscles kept crunching as she continued undulating her crotch at me while my forearms burned with the effort of supporting her weight. And when I finally gave those final couple of jerky thrusts as the last of my semen dribbled out, Mia reached up and cradled my cheek in her palm. "Wow ... definitely not a disappointment," she enthused. "Me? You were incredible!" I exclaimed. And then I leaned forward and kissed her as my cock slowly went limp. Eventually, I felt myself about to lose my grip on her ass, so I hefted her butt onto the table surface and finally let go of her body. Catching my breath, I pounded the pool table's top. "Good buy," I told her. Mia grinned and sat up. "I don't think I'll ever be able to play billiards here without remembering what we just did." She was already tugging her bra back down into place as she began to fix up her blouse. I handed over her panties and jeans, and she started using her own panties to mop up my jism from atop her beaver. Then Mia went quiet all of a sudden and looked down. In a soft, halting voice, she asked, "Was that... ? Is that it for us? Just a one-time thing?" I let a warm smile come onto my face as I stepped back to her and held her cheek in my palm, mirroring what she was doing to me just earlier. "Only if you want it to be. Me? I wouldn't mind having some fun if we're both in the mood." "Really? I'm in the mood all the time!" Mia exclaimed and then blushed at her outburst. "I, I mean, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not trying to steal you from your wife. But ... I have to admit, I LOVE sex." Mia looked at me with a predatory gleam in her eye, something I wasn't expecting out of her. "Once I get started, I can get a little nymphomaniacal. Good lord, I think I masturbate more than teenaged boys." "I think you've come to the right house." I reached out then and put my hand between Mia's next buttons, stopping her from re-dressing herself. My arms burned, but my desire for the pretty girl had not abated. "Don't finish that. I don't think I'm done with you yet." Already I was wondering how many more rooms I could take Mia into. ------- "Cassandra, stop fidgeting. I gave you more than enough to focus on." I didn't look up from my desk, where I was signing off on some new contracts. Cassandra was at her desk just outside my office, but the door was open and I could clearly see her half-leaning back trying to eavesdrop on my discussion with Sharpley about the Crown acquisition. Cassandra was good. She was remarkably efficient, but she wasn't superhuman. And when she let herself get so absorbed into the Crown project, I belatedly found that she wasn't paying careful enough attention to my more personal business. For example, the construction company had been padding their costs and overcharging us. The old Cassandra would have caught it immediately, but lately she'd been too busy to keep a close eye on it. Also, the two new maids she'd hired weren't quite getting up to speed in their duties. It took Dorothy complaining to me before I ordered Cassandra to get on it. I knew Kwong Enterprises would survive without her. I needed her running Kwong the household. For the first day, Cassandra pouted and she wouldn't let me touch her, upset I was pulling her away from the business work. But as she went through her own records and saw how unorganized things were getting, Cassandra's own sense of order and responsibility took charge and she started cleaning things up. Still, old habits were hard to break, and she'd been intimately involved with the Crown acquisition from the beginning. "Sharpley, please close the door." My VP of Acquisitions nodded and went to close the door. I caught Cassandra's glare of annoyance before she turned to face her desk. And then the door closed. We'd work it out. Cassandra and I always did. ------- The helicopter touched down on our private landing pad and once the rotor wind died down both Cassandra and I hopped out and went into the house. "Good afternoon, sir, ma'am," Edward greeted us as we entered in, taking our jackets. "You're early." "Afternoon, Edward. I just decided we needed to get out of the office a little sooner than usual. What's Dorothy got on the menu tonight?" I asked. "Your favorite, sir." I chuckled. It was an old joke. Everything Dorothy made was my favorite. "Has Mia's crew gone home already?" "Yes, sir. But I believe Miss Cheng herself has not yet left. Her car is still out front." "Good," I smiled. Edward knew exactly why I was smiling, but he didn't comment. "You've got time to give Mia a good pounding before she leaves," my statuesque blonde assistant laughed as she saw me checking my watch. "Care to join us?" I leered. She shook her head. "Not tonight. I have to go whip the maids into shape now, especially since we've finally got furniture in most of the house." I said good luck to Cassandra and then headed for the side of the house where Mia was working this week. Yesterday, I'd found her in the private gym and I wound up screwing her while she was suspended from the pull-up bar. Then, we finished up across some exercise mats. The day before, we tested out the media room. Movie theatre chairs were fine for sitting and watching, but they weren't very comfortable for sex. Not that that stopped her. Mia had been right. Once you got her started, she quickly became an insatiable nymphomaniac. Still, after a quick search, Mia was nowhere to be found. Puzzled, I headed for the media room and the game room and eventually to the guest bedrooms. No sign of her anywhere. Perhaps I had missed her. And so sighing with disappointment, I went to the stairs to the second floor. All of the main bedrooms were up there, including the Master, Cassandra's and Charlotte's rooms, and the future-designated nursery and children's rooms. At worst case, I could relax in the private lounge and watch TV, waiting for Taylor to come home. Or I might just track Cassandra down and remind her of her little vow to "assist" me in every way. But when I got to my bedroom, I heard a very distinct moan. Taylor was aroused and seemingly in the middle of lovemaking. Quickly, I did the math: Cassandra was still downstairs; I'd seen her heading for the staff area. And I obviously wasn't in there with her. I reasoned that my wife could have had Charlotte, her personal assistant with her. But Charlotte was heavily submissive and all of the girls' BDSM toys were either in Charlotte's room or their "dungeon" in the basement. Ever since we all moved into the big house, Taylor and Charlotte NEVER used my bedroom. I wasn't actually concerned that my wife was cheating on me in our bed, but I wasn't totally at ease either as I stepped into the room. And then the sight before me gave me an instant boner. "Ohhh, Mama Mia!" Taylor gushed as she slammed her head back against the mattress and pressed Mia's head tighter between her legs. And then when Mia's head started wriggling rapidly side-to-side, Taylor shrieked even louder as she was hit with an incredibly powerful orgasm. Taylor's feet planted firmly on the bed and she bucked her hips upward so hard that her ass cleared at least six inches off the mattress. With her shoulders braced on the bed, Taylor's back contorted and arched into almost a perfect half- circle, thrusting her abdomen into the air while her wobbling tits began falling back towards her own face. And still she was screaming. After a while, the sound eventually died out so that Taylor's mouth was gaping wide noiselessly, but the pleasure was apparently continuing as Mia continued to work her over and Taylor's hips kept twitching. And when Taylor fell back to the bed, Mia still kept tonguing. I do believe that this moment was the first time Taylor had ever been forced to push someone's head out of her crotch and plead absolute exhaustion. Apparently Mia had gone for prolonging the orgasmic high rather than just cresting Taylor over into unconsciousness, and now my wife lay in a ragged heap of limp flesh across our marital bed, gasping for oxygen and wondering what truck had just run over her. To say my eyes were bugged out in surprise would be a vast understatement. Meanwhile, Mia was far from surprised and as she sat up, she fixed me with an impish grin. "Hi, John. Thanks for letting me borrow your wife." I thought back to Cassandra and Taylor's initial assessment of Mia, and I had to agree. She was definitely my type. Grinning happily, Mia just licked up Taylor's honey from her face and then turned to pounce on me. Mia had her tongue buried into the back of my mouth even before I uttered a sound. Her nimble fingers made quick work of my shirt, and soon I was as naked as the two gorgeous women in my room. She wrapped her hand around my cock and pumped me just once to make sure I was ready to go, and then with a girlish giggle, she spun me around and playfully pushed me onto the bed, landing me just a few inches away from where Taylor was still trying to orient herself. "Ooh..." she laughed gaily. "Fresh meat!" And with that, Mia mounted the bed, straddled my hips, and started lowering herself onto my shaft. Like always, the slender Chinese girl was incredibly tight and it took a while to get me fully embedded in her. I'd tried just forcing my way, but while Mia could be a kinky nymphomaniac, she definitely was averse to any pain. And so her desire to get fucked went to war with her need to move slowly, but eventually our pubic bones met and I had a hot and horny 22-year-old bouncing up and down my cock. "So, that was quite the surprise, Mia," I hummed as the pleasurable feelings started buzzing in my brain. Mia was riding me with her eyes closed, a rapturous expression on her face as she bit her lip and started rotating her hips experimentally. Still with her eyes closed, she smiled and said, "This whole time, I never knew Taylor was into girls." Then she cursed herself in Cantonese, which roughly translated into 'I am so blind.' I answered back in Cantonese, 'Yes you are. But you're cute when you're blind.' Mia blushed and then bent over to kiss me. We lingered on each other for a moment, enjoying the quiet tenderness. Then she said softly, "Sometimes I forget you're half-Chinese yourself." Taylor interrupted the little moment when she moaned, "Are you two talking about me? I heard my name." I grinned. "Mia was just telling me how sweet you taste." Taylor rolled over to my side, pecking my cheek and then reaching up to run her fingers over one of Mia's swollen nipples. "Me? I'm sure you've tasted her by now, Johnny. I swear this girl's cream is mostly sugar." "Mm, you mention that to Cassandra and she's liable to steal your new playmate," I teased. Mia was still riding me and her eyes went wide. "Cassandra, too? Are you both also sleeping with her?" Taylor shook her head in disbelief and started laughing. "Mia, you must be blind or something." Mia and I looked at each other slyly, Taylor unaware that we'd been saying the same thing in Chinese. Taylor continued on. "You didn't realize Johnny wanted you. You didn't know I was flirting with you. And now you're saying you didn't realize Cassandra is sleeping with us?" Mia's brain looked like it was about to explode. Or at least, from the way her jaw was quivering, she looked like the very thought was going to give her an orgasm. "You think that's something?" I drawled while gripping Mia's hips to pull her more deeply around my shaft. "Wait till we invite you to one of our orgies." Mia gasped at the word and ground herself harder against me. "Ooh, we haven't had one of those for a while," Taylor remarked gaily. "What do you think, honey? How about for my birthday?" I grinned. "Who's on your guest list, Taylor?" "Mm, well obviously you, me, Cassandra and Charlotte," my wife rattled off quickly. Mia gasped again hearing the name of Taylor's assistant. "Charlotte, too? I am so bad at reading people. I never know what's going on." "That's okay. As long as you're really good at interior decorating," Taylor giggled. "Where was I? Ah, Kaitlyn and Jeffrey. Rebecca and Jeremy. And now Mia." And then Taylor sneaked in and put her lips right by my ear. "Mm ... if you're real good, maybe I'll invite Ashlyn." My eyes flew open and I bucked up into Mia ... HARD. The cute Chinese girl squealed as she was sent skyward for a moment, but then she pouted when I stopped moving. I'd gone rigid and turned to look at Taylor. My wife just looked at me with an unreadable expression while I looked like I'd gotten caught with my hand in the cookie jar. And then Taylor grinned. "Just teasing you, honey. Now..." My wife got up and moved to straddle my face while facing back towards our new lover. "Why don't you remind me that not all men suck at eating pussy?" Relieved that I wasn't about to get a trademark Taylor tongue-lashing (and not in a good way), I went to work tongue lashing my wife. She moaned briefly before I heard the wet smacking of girl-on-girl kissing, and then I settled in to enjoy Mia's tight pussy as she energetically bounced up and down along my shaft. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck I love fucking!" Mia called in that sexy accent. After I gave both women fresh orgasms, the two ladies swapped places and we continued. I got a firm grip on Mia's slender thighs and tried to hold on to the bucking bronco as she rode my face towards her heaven. Taylor was no less active, as if watching the younger woman moving so fast and hard spurred her to do the same, impaling her tight pussy on my cock with such power and speed that I knew I couldn't last very long. "Mrph!" I grunted into Mia's pussy just seconds after she'd clamped her thighs around my face so tightly that I could barely breathe. I started spanking the Chinese girl's ass in a desperate effort to make her aware she was suffocating me, and somewhere in the middle of all that oxygen-deprivation, my balls loosed and began firing wad after wad into my wife's spasming pussy and Mia finally released me. Then, a minute after nutting a healthy load into my wife, I had the always wonderful pleasure of watching Mia slurp my jism out of her as Taylor introduced Mia to the art of eating a creampie. In our aftermath, as both women cuddled against either side of me, Mia giggled happily, "Mm ... I can't wait for this orgy!" For a brief moment, I thought of Ashlyn. If Taylor was serious about inviting her, I couldn't wait, either. ------- "So you'll come? For Taylor's party?" I huffed while pressing my legs forward and watching the weights rising to my right while the elaborate machine tilted and slid my body around. But even the moving weights couldn't stop me from looking to the other side and ogling the impossibly large and round breasts that were barely restrained within a sports bra beside me. Rebecca counted repetitions, "Three ... four ... five ... Which one?" She let a little gleam come into her eye. "You can come to the Christmas party next Saturday, of course," I managed to huff. "But Taylor's birthday will be in January." "Thirteen ... fourteen ... fifteen ... break." I exhaled and groaned and let my legs relax, leaning heavily against the padded backrest. Rebecca sighed almost as loud as me. The beautiful and well-toned brunette shifted her weight, jutting a hip out. "Yeah, I can make both. But Jeremy won't be coming anymore." I turned my head. "Why not?" My personal trainer shrugged and then glanced at the clock. With a neutral expression, she stated flatly, "Fifteen more. Go." Almost immediately, I pushed my legs out against the flat metal and the diabolical machine started up again. I huffed with the effort and felt the trickle of sweat rolling down the small of my back. Rebecca walked around in front of me to better look at my face instead of watching my form. Her long brown hair was pulled into its usual ponytail, but the expression on her face was far from her usual perky and upbeat look. "We broke up. Three years and he just decided he didn't want to be with me forever." "Wha-? You two were great together," I panted. "It's okay. Really. We were slowly dying anyways," Rebecca shrugged while trying to maintain an indifferent façade. Then a little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Still ... I WILL miss his big dick." "So will Taylor." My wife had always enjoyed the bodybuilder and the way he could really pound her body with a power I simply couldn't match. I hit fifteen and stopped on my own. "She still raves about getting the three 'J's to triple-team her last time." "Mm..." Rebecca got a faraway look in her eye. "You guys did me too. I'd never felt so completely full..." I just tried to catch my breath and leaned against the backrest while Rebecca went off down memory lane. After a couple minutes, she came back and realized that I'd just been enjoying my little break from her usual hard-driving attitude. Rebecca smiled and then said, "Let's do a cool down and then hit the showers." She canted her head to the side. "Think you've got enough energy left to give me a good pounding?" I groaned. "You ask AFTER an hour's worth of weights? I can barely move my limbs," I complained. "My own fault, I guess." Rebecca reached a hand down and easily helped me to my feet. "How about a blowjob? I'm not looking to rebound or latch onto you or anything John. I just want to feel a hard dick in my mouth." I chuckled. "Sure." ------- As I reached for the hors d'oeuvres tray, I leaned so that I could whisper into Taylor's ear, "Why do I keep coming to these things?" My wife and I seemed to be at our umpteenth holiday party this year. I was all smiles again as I turned to face the egotistical greaseball standing before me. He was descended from Old Colonials and spinning an overly dramatic yarn about some political machinations his great-uncle had gotten into, and he was self-absorbed enough to focus entirely on his tale without even glancing once at Taylor's bulging tits in her low-cut evening dress. I was hoping she'd use the "need some air" gambit. Or SOMETHING. I knew Taylor would come up with something polite to get us away from the guy. But before Taylor could make up some excuse, someone else latched onto her arm in a flurry of copper hair. "There you are!" Ashlyn cried and then turned to our unwanted orator. "So sorry to interrupt, but I really need to borrow my friend for a minute." He nodded disdainfully and Taylor and I both made short gestures of apology before letting Ashlyn lead us away. "Thanks for the rescue," Taylor sighed once we got out of earshot. "What made you realize we needed it?" Ashlyn still looked flustered and held onto Taylor's arm. "I didn't. I need you to rescue me," she whispered harshly. "Huh?" Taylor turned. "Kiss me," Ashlyn pleaded. "Huh?" Taylor asked a little more confused. Ashlyn quickly said, "He's a Buchanan." There wasn't any further response as Ashlyn simply tilted her head and closed her baby blue eyes. Her hands circled Taylor's waist and as if it were the most natural thing in the world, the two supermodels came together with unparalleled grace. Heads tilted and mouths puckered and I felt my heart skip a beat as my wife locked lips with the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. I heard a low growl somewhere behind me and turned to see a middle-aged man scowl and then turn away. Just when I started puzzling over that, Taylor and Ashlyn separated and looked his way while still wrapped in each other's arms. "Buchanan?" I queried. Taylor smiled and looked at me. "Ultra-conservative anti-feminist. The guy's probably a depraved sexual deviant but he's anti-lesbian and thinks women are second-class citizens who only exist to be housewives for men. Watching two girls kiss is usually a turn-off." She looked to Ashlyn for confirmation, who just nodded. "I see," I said, not actually understanding. "Just brushing off another unwanted suitor," Ashlyn explained. "He was my date for this party. Not bad looking. Almost as rich as you, Johnny." For a moment, I let my gaze roam over Ashlyn, who was wearing some sheer evening dress that revealed even more of her body than Taylor's outfit. Her coppery red hair was perfectly teased and even when she was glowering at her ex-date, she was gorgeous. "He's a little drunk and he started getting frisky," Ashlyn continued. "Which reminds me," she turned back to my wife. "Can you guys give me a ride home?" "Uh," I looked at Taylor. Manhattan was in the opposite direction from our place. But the chivalrous part of me didn't want to refuse. I especially didn't want to refuse Ashlyn the favor for some reason. "Oh, that's okay," Ashlyn waved us off when she caught my torn expression. "I can charm someone else who's going that way. Worst case, I can call a cab." "Nonsense," Taylor said. "We can get another driver out here to take you back." "Oh, I wouldn't want to impose," Ashlyn said. "Or..." Taylor said thoughtfully. "I don't think you've been to our new place yet. We just finished decorating the main house and there's plenty of guest room space. Johnny and I are both getting bored of this party and you have GOT to see our jacuzzi. Please, just come for the night and then we'll helicopter you back home in the morning." "Well..." Ashlyn shifted her hips and thought about it, her eyes flickering over both me and Taylor. "Why not? Sounds a lot more interesting than this lame excuse for a holiday party." I could think of a couple reasons why not. The idea of having the beautiful temptress in my house set off some kind of warning bell in the back of my mind. And she'd already professed a desire to seduce me. But then, as long as I stayed close to Taylor, I knew I'd keep myself out of trouble. What was the worst that could happen? ------- I've got a BAD feeling about this. Things started getting dicey the moment we left the party. As we hopped into the stretch Rolls Royce limo, I quickly found myself sandwiched between the two gorgeous women, Taylor on my left and Ashlyn on my right. Ordinarily, I would have loved the situation. Many a time I had ridden somewhere sandwiched between Taylor and Cassandra, or almost any other pairing of beautiful women. Often my ladies would touch or caress me and generally flirt for most of the trip, a very enjoyable activity. But for some reason, I felt scared being between Taylor and Ashlyn. Scared of what I might do. Scared of what I wanted to do. For their part, Taylor and Ashlyn were getting a kick out of teasing me in the back of the car. Clearly, I wasn't at the top of my A-game and having two supermodels with big tits rubbing said mammaries against my arms and otherwise exchanging innuendo-laced comments had me simultaneously horny and petrified. More than once, I started slipping into my old habits. The privacy screen was up between us and the driver, and on a few occasions before, Taylor and I had teased ourselves to the point of getting into threesomes with Cassandra or Kaitlyn or whoever was with us in the car. For a moment, I fantasized that Taylor was leading me and Ashlyn into a similar encounter, the way my wife had already introduced me to beautiful women like Rebecca and Mia. But something in the back of my head told me that wasn't the case this time. After all, Taylor had expressly hired both Rebecca and Mia and told me to have fun with them. But with Ashlyn, Taylor's only instructions had been that she was "off-limits", a designation only given to three women for as long as Taylor and I had been together. And yet, there was Taylor flirting with the both of us and seemingly encouraging Ashlyn to drape her lithe body all over me and rub her big tits into my arms. So when the girls' teasing threatened to overwhelm my hormones, I found myself trying to kiss Taylor or otherwise begin groping my wife and start us down the path towards sexual relief. But tonight, she kept pushing my hand away and avoided my kisses. We weren't with one of "my" girls. And I think Taylor knew that if I got started with her, I was going to wind up doing the same to Ashlyn. And so, no such threesome emerged in the car. The entire drive was nothing but teasing and rubbing and flirty banter. I felt like I was going to explode from sexual repression. The worst was when we were still five minutes away from the house. The girls were laughing about their little Buchanan-maneuver and Taylor, who had her hand on top of my crotch, felt my extra twitch as I mentally relived their kiss. With a wicked, violet glance in my direction, Taylor leaned across me and husked, "You know, Ashlyn. I don't think I got to kiss you long enough at the party. After all, I DID rescue you from that evil toad and don't I deserve a little thanks?" Ashlyn, who had her hand on my thigh, felt me tense up and she smiled a Cheshire grin. "Aww, you're right, Taylor! I'm sorry for being so inconsiderate. Let me make it up to you." And with that, the gorgeous redhead with incredible cheekbones and seductively expressive eyes leaned across me. My raven-haired beauty of a wife met her halfway, and then from inches away, I was watching the oral embrace of two women that a million men fantasized about worldwide. And if the visuals weren't enough, the sounds of their erotic moans reverberated in my ears. Their kiss was hot. It was passionate. And it nearly made me cream my shorts. I already started sliding my left arm around Taylor's waist, cinching her body to me tightly. My jaw quivered while my dick threatened to burst out of my pants. And now my right arm started sliding around Ashlyn, who simply moaned into Taylor's mouth as she felt my firm rubbing around her back and while my hand dipped downwards. In another second, I would be grabbing Ashlyn's ass. I couldn't help it. The hormones had taken over. But just as I was about to grab her, I heard the squeak of the brakes as the limo circled the main fountain and we pulled up in front of the house. As if snapped out of a trance, I pulled my hands away and sat up straight while blinking my eyes wide open. Taylor and Ashlyn pulled away from each other with little smiles on their faces, communicating something wordlessly before glancing at the rapturous expression on my face. When the door on the right opened, Ashlyn gave me a sultry smile and then turned to climb out. My gaze went right to her firm ass, and as she bent over while exiting the car, her short skirt rode up high enough to let me see she was wearing black thong panties before she shrugged into her coat. "Come on, honey," Taylor said as she ushered me out her door on the left. When we stood in the cold winter air, I looked over where Ashlyn was slowly walking up to the front door, looking up at the impressive building before her. The way Ashlyn walked swayed her hips from side-to-side in a way that actually made my mouth water. And when Taylor called out to her, she turned and her blue eyes glittered right at me. "Hey Ashlyn, what say we open up a bottle of wine and get right in the jacuzzi?" Taylor smiled cheerily. "Sounds great," Ashlyn said in a low voice that only made my dick even harder. "Although you DO realize I haven't brought a stitch of extra clothing." "Oh, well. We'll just have to go NAKED," Taylor pretended to complain, but her wide smile and giggling ruined the effect. The thought of the two of them in the nude didn't help my erection either. And as we approached, the gorgeous redhead pointedly looked down at my crotch and smiled. "This night just keeps getting better and better." Inwardly, I groaned. I've got a BAD feeling about this. ------- "Charlotte will take you out. I'll be there in two minutes." Ashlyn smiled at the pretty brunette, who was all buttoned-up in a business suit and glasses, even though it was a Friday night. And with bottle of red wine and three glasses in hand, Charlotte led her guest out to the back patio where the long, curving jacuzzi was perched infinity-style over the pool below and then the ocean beyond. The walkway was surrounded with heat lamps and the tub itself was steaming constantly in the evening air. As soon as they went out the door, my wife turned to me and launched herself into my arms, planting a juicy wet kiss on me. As I inhaled her sweet, floral scent, I imagined I could also taste some of Ashlyn on her lips. Almost as suddenly as she'd kissed me, Taylor pulled away an inch while holding my head in her hands. "Johnny, I love you," she husked. "I love you too, babe," I said almost reflexively. "But I need to ask a favor of you." Taylor had a pained expression on her face. "I don't want you to come out to the jacuzzi with us." "Huh?" I wasn't angry or hurt or anything, just a little confused. "I ... I meant what I said about Ashlyn being off-limits. I don't want you having sex with her. But ... but I want you to let me." Taylor winced while searching my eyes. I was too surprised to respond. Taylor was trembling. "I know it's not fair. If you can't do her then I shouldn't. And if you don't want me to then I won't, really! But I do want her. It's not like we haven't done this before. Ashlyn and I had a few trysts a couple of years ago, before she got so popular. And she's sooo good with her tongue." My wife was visibly aroused and she was rubbing her crotch against my leg. I felt as horny as she did. Ashlyn simply had an intoxicating allure. There were plenty of beautiful people in the world. Very few had the innate sensuality to match, and even fewer had the ability to project that sensuality through the pages of a magazine. Ashlyn had that ability. Ashlyn had the look. And it didn't seem fair. Why should I let Taylor have someone that I couldn't? The other two women Taylor declared off-limits were because she considered their vaginas to be poisonous deathtraps. They were just evil people she didn't want me associating with. At first, I'd assumed something similar of Ashlyn. But if Taylor thought she was a bad person, she wouldn't want Ashlyn herself. "Why can't I?" I asked with more than a little confusion in my voice. "I ... I..." Taylor hesitated. "I love you, Johnny. Nothing can change that and you never have to worry that I'll leave you for someone else. And I've never worried about you with someone else. Kaitlyn, Rebecca, Mia, they were all just sex." Taylor went quiet and lay her forehead against mine. "But ... I'm afraid of you and Ashlyn, okay? I'm just not comfortable with the idea. I see how you look at her. And I'm sorry for teasing you, but she just gets me so horny. It's just sex with me and her. And it might just be sex with you two, but I ... I worry it could be more than that. So ... please?" I already knew I would let her go and I wouldn't follow. I sighed and felt my emotions go in two different directions: relief that I wouldn't have to be naked in a jacuzzi with an equally naked Ashlyn to tempt me into betraying my wife's trust, and bitter disappointment that wouldn't get to be naked in a jacuzzi with an equally naked Ashlyn. I felt the bad feeling in the back of my head going away as temptation was removed. And so I managed my best smile and came up with the most reassuring thing I could think of. "I understand. Go ahead, honey. Have fun. I trust you. And don't worry about me. I understand that you're not comfortable with me and Ashlyn, so I won't. It's that simple, okay? I've got enough pretty girls running around here as it is." Taylor broke out a few happy tears to go along with her smile as she jumped into a kiss with me once again. And then with a girlish laugh of excitement, she whirled out of the room and almost skipped out towards the hot-tub. My shoulders sagged as the tension left me. I was still feeling simultaneously relieved and disappointed, and I headed off to my room to change and take a shower. Edward passed me in the hallway. "Do you need anything sir?" "No thank you, Edward," I waved him off and headed up the stairs. And once I was in the surrounding spray of eight shower heads raining on my body, I leaned against the marble wall and sighed, trying to the put the visions of Taylor and Ashlyn out of my head. ------- When I emerged from the shower, Cassandra was standing there with an oversized, plush towel waiting for me. She was already dressed for bed herself, hair pulled back into a ponytail and her wire-rimmed glasses perched on the end of her nose. A little smile came to my face as I stepped out and she came forward to wrap it around me and start drying me off herself. "Are you alright, Jonathan?" she asked in that sexy Australian accent. "I'm fine, Cassandra," I sighed as my personal assistant's drying motions pushed a little harder and became almost massaging motions. "How was your day?" "Effective. I've finally got the construction paperwork sorted out and got your schedule for next week organized. Mr. Badgley from Citi wants to take you yachting on Monday. And Sharpley wants you..." "Cassandra, Cassandra-" I interrupted her and she stopped rubbing for a moment. I turned and grabbed the towel, cinching it around my waist. I reached up and touched her shoulder. "If I wanted a status report I would have asked for one. Now ... how was your day?" I asked sincerely. She blushed. "It was good, Jonathan. I have to admit, I'm feeling a lot less tension ever since I let go of those acquisition responsibilities. I even caught up on my personal reading this afternoon." "Good," I smiled and started leading Cassandra back out into the bedroom. "But you don't look so good, Jonathan. Is something bothering you?" I got to the windows looking out over the backyard and automatically my eyes flickered down to the jacuzzi. The steaming fog obstructed some of the view, but not all and it made for even more enticing glimpses of the women currently occupying the tub. From my vantage point, I could see Taylor reclining back against a padded cushion in the jacuzzi, the water coming up to her collarbone. And Ashlyn was straddling her, her breasts coming halfway out of the water as she bent over my wife and the two women french kissed with heated passion. At Cassandra's question I sighed depressively. Cassandra followed my gaze and stepped behind me. And then before I knew it, she'd slipped a hand inside my towel and wrapped her fingers around my tumescent shaft. I groaned as my beautiful blonde assistant began stroking my cock, and we both watched the gorgeous redhead and brunette making out in the jacuzzi beneath us. Ashlyn had shifted to the side, and from the way Taylor had thrown her head back and was panting, I imagined Ashlyn's hands were quite busy beneath the bubbling waters. No words were exchanged between Cassandra and I. When she was around, she could probably read me better than anyone, including Taylor. And just when my body started to crave something more than her dexterous handjob, Cassandra pulled my towel away and then sank to her knees in front of me. The statuesque blonde took me into her mouth at about the same time Taylor's head went between Ashlyn's thighs as the redhead sat on the edge of the jacuzzi. Ashlyn leaned back on the deck, propping herself up with her arms as Taylor's expert tongue went to work on her nether regions. I could now see quite clearly Ashlyn's fabulous naked body, and it was even more spectacular than I'd imagined. She was possibly at her physical peak at 24, without an ounce of fat on her model's body. Her breasts were tremendous, so round and big with just enough sag to prove she was all-natural. Pale-pink nipples stood erect on her globes just above the halfway point, and her chest heaved as she absorbed the pleasurable sensations her fellow model was causing in her body. Ashlyn shuddered as a climax tore through her body, and for a moment I wished the windows weren't soundproofed so I could hear the girls' arias of pleasure. As it was, the sight of Ashlyn silently screaming into the night made my cock buck into Cassandra's mouth. Cassandra read my physical reactions like a textbook, and at that point she pulled me out of the back of her mouth and started jacking my shaft quickly while sucking powerfully on the head. I gripped her head in my hands and moaned "Ohhh..." as I felt the sexual tension in my balls come to a boil. My ab muscles shuddered twice before I groaned a final time and began spunking into Cassandra's hot mouth. The first shot came with such force that she jerked back reflexively before encircling my cock just in time for the second burst. "Oh ... oh ... oh..." I kept grunting as I fired away, my beautiful assistant swallowing down everything I had to give her. I held her head tightly as she took in a few extra inches until I was spurting right into the back of her mouth, and she rolled her sky blue eyes up to me, giving me her eternally loving and loyal gaze as she saw the pleasure she had caused written on my face. By the time I was finished and I could refocus my eyes, Taylor and Ashlyn had rolled onto the padded deck and arranged themselves in a sixty-nine, wine glasses tossed aside and forgotten as both women indulged in a different kind of intoxicating liquid. I had to admit that even Ashlyn's ass was as spectacular as the rest of her. And with that image firmly in mind, I reached down and helped Cassandra to her feet. Pulling the gorgeous blonde into my arms, we kissed passionately and I started maneuvering us across the room and over to my bed. Once we reached it, I sat my beautiful assistant down and started to work her clothes off. I focused in on Cassandra's face, seeing the sparkle in her eyes and then distracting myself as I pulled her sleep-shirt open to reveal her prodigious bosom. Unable to restrain myself, I dove into Cassandra's cleavage and quickly took a nipple into my mouth while she giggled and clutched me to her breast. But my hands kept working to divest her of the rest of her clothing. And with a few bounces of her rump to lift herself off the mattress, we tugged the remainder of her pajamas away. Again, we didn't need words. With just a couple of head nods Cassandra rolled onto her back and lifted her legs away and to the sides while I knelt at the foot of the bed. I'd actually had the bed frame modified for sex, so I pulled out a retractable kneeling pad and settled onto it before diving into Cassandra's wet crotch. Her blonde tuft of hair was kept shaved down and I nuzzled it with my nose while my tongue and lips began gliding along Cassandra's tight slit. Like a flower petal, she opened before me and soon I was able to taste her sweet nectar. And as I went to work, my pretty assistant began to moan and undulate her hips in response to my oral attention. Somehow, the act of going down on Cassandra brought back to recent memory the sight of Taylor eating out Ashlyn. And then I started fantasizing about what it would be like to munch out the gorgeous redhead. Almost instantly, my energy level picked up and Cassandra was quickly whimpering under my assault. But I wanted to focus on the woman I was with. Cassandra had only ever given me her love and devotion, and she deserved to have me mentally with her. And yet, the harder I tried to NOT think about Ashlyn, the more I was thinking about Ashlyn. I groaned in passion as my heart raced and I imagined what she tasted like. I was spurred on even faster as my ears heard Cassandra's whimpers in Ashlyn's higher-pitched tones. And when I dug two fingers into her spasming snatch and curled them to stroke the roof of her pussy, it was Ashlyn's cries of ecstasy I was hearing. The fantasy broke when I stood up and saw Cassandra laid out before me, still twitching in the throes of her climax. For a moment, I faltered in my rush to start fucking. But my throbbing cock was rock hard and screaming for pussy, whether Ashlyn's or Cassandra's didn't really matter. So with my hands on the blonde's ass I roughly shoved her a foot further onto the bed so that I could brace my knees on the mattress and brutally shove my dick into her pussy in one powerful thrust. "Aaaagh!" Cassandra cried as she threw her head back. Her legs tightened up as they were folded over my thighs, but then she was wrapping her arms behind my back as I started to jackhammer into her. "Fuck me, Jonathan," she wailed. "Fuck me!" I was fucking her. My eyes were wild with desire as my hips pumped and I felt the wonderful constriction of her pussy walls caressing every millimeter of my cock. Her legs scissored around my waist and she used them as leverage to thrust her hips up to meet me on every stroke. At first, I gazed at her face, feeling the familiar thrill of a power-fucking session with Cassandra. But again my mind wandered. What would Ashlyn look like in this position? Would she feel as tight? Would her breasts bounce the same way? Would she be as energetic and responsive? Half in shame, I turned my gaze away from Cassandra and buried my head against her shoulder, closing my eyes and just concentrating on the sensations coming from my loins. As always, Cassandra could read me. "It's okay..." she cooed into my ear. "Pretend I'm her. You've got your dick inside her clenching pussy. Feel Ashlyn's inner muscles squeezing you." And Cassandra suited actions to words, rolling her hips and using every ounce of inner control she had. "Fuck her, Jonathan. Fuck her hard and raw. Let it out. Fuck her!" she hissed into my ear." I groaned and started ramming even harder. And then Cassandra pitched her voice a little higher, smothered her Aussie accent, and squealed in a decent approximation of Ashlyn's voice, "Fuck me, Fuck me! Fill me up with your sperm!" I pinched my forehead and moaned at her words. And then I felt myself about to cum already. We'd only been going for a short time and there was no way she was anywhere near her own orgasm, but the idea of pumping my jism into Ashlyn's womb was enough to send me down the path of no return. "Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" she moaned like a porn star. "Give it to me! Harder! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I lost control then. Conscious thought exited the equation and mindlessly, my body kept pumping until I just couldn't take anymore. Then I blew. The head of my cock simply came apart and started spitting out wads of cum into her clenching pussy and I couldn't even stop my pistoning. Without directive from me, in and out I thrust, my dick sometimes spurting when I was fully buried and sometimes while I was only halfway in. I trembled and moaned as I felt my orgasm spreading through my body, my voice vibrating as I filled her up with all the jism I had left in my balls. And even when I was done shooting, I kept pumping a few more times, only slowing down when my mind started coming back to me and I became aware of that overly-sensitive feeling in my dick, post-orgasm. While I came back to earth, Cassandra wrapped me up in her arms and rocked me slowly. And now, a tension I hadn't even realized I had started melting out of my limbs. I'd had my little fantasy about Ashlyn. I'd gotten it out of my system. Now I could move on and stop thinking about her, right? There were plenty of pretty girls around and I got more than enough sex. I had it all: the money, the love, the women. I didn't need Ashlyn. And so in the happy aftermath of lovemaking, I cuddled together with Cassandra as we slipped beneath the sheets. Spooning behind her, I cupped a large breast in my palm and let myself drift off to sleep, fully satiated and content. All was right in my world. ------- Cassandra and I had just dropped off to sleep when Taylor slipped into bed beside me. I awoke just enough to turn onto my back, Cassandra still curled up over my left arm while I reached out with my right so that my wife could pillow her head on my chest. She'd showered and cleaned up after her jacuzzi romp, and I could smell her shampoo as she cuddled up to my right side. I was about to whisper something but Taylor just shushed me and whispered, "Go back to sleep, honey." This was perfect. I was content and in bed with the two women I loved most. I curled the gorgeous brunette under my arm and just before I drifted away again, I leaned down to her while she tilted her head to meet me, and we came together for a quick, loving kiss. And then I tasted it. Taylor may have showered, but the taste of another woman's nectar was still on her tongue and breath. And automatically I felt myself kissing just a little harder to get more of Ashlyn's flavor. Somewhere deep in my gut, a knot formed. I had the money. I had the love. But no matter how much you've got, you always want the one thing you can't have. Now I'd tasted Ashlyn. And I wanted more. But I buried that thought away and cuddled up with Taylor and Cassandra. For tonight, at least, I could be perfectly happy with what I had. ------- Chapter 2: The Staff JANUARY "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please." I ceased my conversation with Cassandra and glanced over to Taylor, who surveyed her audience with regal bearing and a saucy smile on her face. She wore skimpy lingerie all in electric blue, basically a g-string and a brief bra beneath a silky robe. Her sandals had four-inch heels, and she fixed me in particular with a predatory leer. Taylor was also standing before the wide double-doors behind which I had never been. It was my house, and yet there was one room I'd never been allowed to enter. Based on the physical layout, it would be a decent sized-room, maybe the size of a typical boardroom. There were patio doors leading off towards the backyard pool, but the shades had always been kept closed so I could never peek inside. And so I stood with my closest friends, all clad in brief bedroom attire like Taylor. With another concerned glance at Cassandra, I sipped my cocktail and quivered inside with barely-restrained curiosity at what was behind the doors. That curiosity had only been further fueled when our two young maids, Brittany and Melissa, came out of the room wearing the porn-star version of french maid outfits, revealing as much skin as they could get away with while still covering up the naughty bits. Cassandra had found several maids who were equally qualified and then specifically hired those two because they were the prettiest and most open-minded to our sexual lifestyle. I knew they wouldn't be joining in, but extra eye-candy never hurt. I watched Brittany's ass shaking in her frilly skirt until Taylor had ushered them out a crack in the door and then closed it promptly. Then the two maids hurried back to the kitchen for further instructions. By now, everyone seemed more than a little curious. Even Jeff Lee, who'd been the home's architect, had no idea how the room was decorated. That part had been left to Mia and Taylor. Speaking of Mia, she was trembling with excitement and practically hopping up and down both in eagerness to see her design revealed and for the festivities to begin. "Thank you all for coming to my birthday party," Taylor said gleefully. "I trust everyone's been having a good time so far." Everyone smiled and nodded as we glanced back and forth at each other. "Well," Taylor continued, "We FINALLY finished this part of my birthday present, and I'm telling you, I'm already wet just thinking about it. I only wish we had this place ready sooner. But better late than never. I now present to you ... Taylor's Playroom." With a flourish, Taylor turned and popped open both doors, pushing them wide to the sides as she stepped forward. The other seven of us quickly followed after. Two steps in, a very specific word came to mind: decadent. Recessed lighting had been angled to point at the walls and illuminate some rather erotic statues and artwork scattered throughout the room, and yet there was also plenty of overhead light. Heavy drapery added to the rich, luxurious feel in harmony with the wall colors. My feet automatically noticed the soft padding beneath. The floor material was firm and yet cushiony, textured without being rough, and soft while feeling smooth. I could already imagine throwing a woman down and fucking her on this floor without worrying about rugburn or sore knees. The furniture was all custom. There wasn't an obvious couch in sight. There were, however, many, many cushions and geometric objects around. The largest pieces could be considered couch-shaped as they had a flat sitting surface and a cushioned backrest. But it was clear that every piece of "furniture" was designed to be fucked on (or in). Only the coffee tables with built-in cupholders and softened corners had a more real world functionality. And then there was the A/V system. Mood music with a heavy bass thumped quietly all around us. Some of the ambient lights were even synchronized to react with the music. And then there were the three big-screen plasma TVs spaced out across the walls, apparently running an endless loop of porn, complete with audio. "Wow..." Jeff spaced out for a moment, actually staring at the room's decorations and not the porn video. "Cool!" Kaitlyn gushed and then promptly sprinted across the room and then launched herself into the air, crashing down onto some of the cushions. "Come here, baby," she beckoned to her boyfriend. And then the young couple was energetically french-kissing while Kaitlyn had settled into a little valley of velvet that cocooned around their bodies. "Niiice," Rebecca cooed while sidling up to Mia, who looked on with a proud smile. "You did this?" she asked the Chinese girl. "Well, I had a lot of assistance from Taylor. But yes," she stated in her clipped British accent and smiled. "So tell me ... how do you use ... THAT?" Rebecca stepped beside Mia and pointed towards the left wall which was dominated by an elaborate framework of metal and rubber that looked rather intimidating. Taylor caught the question and stepped forward. "Charlotte." "Yes, ma'am," her personal assistant was immediately by her side. Taylor's eyes glittered. "Let's go show our guests how to use the ... ah ... equipment." Charlotte's blush turned her entire body pink and she quivered with excitement. "Yes, ma'am." Taking another look, I realized the apparatus reminded me of Taylor and Charlotte's little dungeon. I chuckled to myself as my wife led her submissive assistant and Rebecca to the equipment and then heard the gasp of surprise as Taylor clapped a fur-lined handcuff around Rebecca's wrist. In the meantime, Mia sauntered over to where Jeff had just rolled off Kaitlyn and the two panted for air. Jeff's lower face was smeared with Kaitlyn's lipstick. "Hi, I'm Mia." "I'm Jeff," he replied easily. "You designed this room?" "Uh-huh," the slender Asian nodded. "And you designed the house?" "Yes, I did," Jeff drawled. "Ooh ... I'd love to talk about the design work," Mia sighed and absently caressed the upper slopes of her breast while turning her head and posing prettily. "Uh-huh," Jeff answered while letting his eyes roam up and down yet another beautiful woman hanging around my house. He glanced at Kaitlyn for a moment, who just smirked at him and then nodded. "Well," Jeff started. "Why don't we find a quiet corner where we can ... talk ... about the designs..." "Ooh, lets!" The cute Chinese girl reached down and helped Jeff to his feet. Then the two of them scooted off towards another mound of cushions while actually starting to talk about architecture and lighting. Meanwhile, Kaitlyn held a hand out to me. "Hi John. I've missed you." "What, Jeff not making you happy anymore?" I teased and took her hand. She pulled me to her and we rolled onto a long, bedlike couch with an angled backrest. "Of course he is," she laughed. "But you'll always be special. And I'll forever be your cute, horny, mistress." And with that Kaitlyn pulled me into a kiss. But after a few moments swapping tongue with the gorgeous young blonde, she pulled back and smiled at my personal assistant, who was patiently waiting to the side. "And Cassandra! It's been such a long time since I got to play with you!" Kaitlyn opened her arms to the taller blonde and the two women embraced warmly with firm hugs and a few pecks on the lips. "Is John treating you right? Paying enough attention to you with all these other hot women around?" "I don't know," Cassandra glanced at me with humorous mirth in her eyes. "He's been kinda mean lately about this whole Crown acquisition." "You can't be mean to her, John!" Kaitlyn protested. "After all, this is the woman who taught me how to properly blow you. And where would we be if she hadn't done that for us?" "Hey, hey, I was lonely," I protested. "SHE was the one not paying enough attention to me!" "Well in that case, YOU should make that it to HIM, Cassandra." Kaitlyn rolled me onto my back and then sent the taller woman to my other side so they could both hover over my crotch. "WE should make it up to him." And with that, the young blonde dragged my lounge pants and shorts down to my knees while Cassandra ducked her head and took a long lick along my shaft from balls to crown. And when Kaitlyn came back to join her, my assistant held up my rapidly hardening cock vertical so that both women could tongue me from each side. I reclined my head back and just enjoyed the sensations as Kaitlyn laid down to start running her lips along my shaft while Cassandra moved to the head and began licking it like a lollipop. Meanwhile, Taylor was introducing Rebecca to the art of bondage. And rather than ease the fit athletic trainer into it, Taylor was metaphorically throwing Rebecca into the deep end. The athletic brunette was naked and actually suspended in mid-air. She was dangling by her arms, which were cuffed at the wrists and elevated on pulleys. Her ankles were similarly cuffed and spread to the sides. And a thick black blindfold covered the upper-half of her face. That bit of cloth was also the only thing left covering her body, and her toned musculature was on full display and covered with a fine sheen of nervous sweat. "I ... I don't think I like this..." Rebecca stuttered while Taylor circled her and rubbed the sensitive nipple of Rebecca's right breast. "Oh, I think you're liking this just fine," Taylor said softly and then motioned to Charlotte, who was kneeling on the floor between Rebecca's legs, stretched wide by the chains. Charlotte leaned forward and took a long lick of Rebecca's bare slit from bottom to top, and the trainer quivered in her bonds. "It's too late now, Rebecca," Taylor intoned. "You've already agreed and there's no backing out. You're not responsible anymore for what happens to you. It's entirely in my hands now." And with that, Taylor seized Rebecca's head and plunged her tongue into the back of the bound woman's throat. Charlotte similarly gripped Rebecca's rock- hard buttcheeks and shoved her tongue deep into Rebecca's very wet pussy. Familiar twitching in my cock and balls brought my attention back to my own situation, where Cassandra and Kaitlyn were still alternating blowjobs. I didn't want to cum in anyone's mouth just yet. Not when there were so many more pleasant options to choose from. So I motioned for them to let me up while I twisted my head around looking for a suitable piece of new furniture. I saw it a moment later. The long, curving object made its purpose quite clear, and with a grin on my face I started directing my lovely blonde goddesses into position. Cassandra sat in the reclined chair, her back tilted comfortably with her legs supported on the split "arms" that jutted off at angles away from her, as if she were on a gynecological table. With her butt in the shallow "seat", and her legs spread to the sides, a curving object like a three-foot oblong bench was situated between her knees. And when I placed Kaitlyn on her belly atop this "bench", Kaitlyn's head in the perfect position to lean in and start lapping away at Cassandra's pussy. It also supported her torso so that Kaitlyn's ass was pointed right back at me. It even had grooves cut into the sides so that Kaitlyn could kneel on the padding and wriggle her ass back at me. I was really starting to like this room. Stepping into position, I gripped the young blonde's hips, aimed my cock, and slowly began sinking my cock into her juicy wet snatch from behind. Kaitlyn moaned as I filled her up with my thickness, and for a moment I closed my eyes to revel in the old familiarity of the young woman's wonderful pussy. And then licking my lips in anticipation, I held her hips and began to pump myself in and out of her while she whimpered happily, "Fuuuuck, John. So good!" I also had a great view across the room. After a minute of watching my shaft disappearing into Kaitlyn's body and then reappearing, I looked up to survey the orgy unfolding. Somewhere along the line, Mia and Jeff had dispensed with the architectural discussion and started their sexual "conversation". Mia was suspended in a mesh hammock and tugging on some pull cords to swing her own body back and forth and up and down. Jeff had his dick in her pussy and he was just trying to hang on for the ride as the energetic young girl fucked herself upon him. Meanwhile, Taylor and Charlotte had graduated their victim to toys and whips. Rebecca's restraints were on tracks and moveable before locking them back into a new position. Her arms had been pulled forward a few feet and her legs pulled back so that her body was still suspended but tilted forward at a forty-five degree angle. I could see Rebecca's muscles tensing as she strained to maintain her position. With her physical fitness, I knew under ordinary circumstances she could endure for a good long while. But these weren't ordinary circumstances. Charlotte had stripped naked as well, leaving birthday-girl Taylor the only one in the room with some clothes on. But Charlotte was also wielding one of the girls' double-ended strap-on dildoes, fucking Rebecca from behind almost as hard as I was doing to Kaitlyn. Meanwhile, Taylor had lost her bra and was feeding her tits to Rebecca, whipping the poor girl's body with a riding crop whenever her oral attentions seemed to slacken. From the visuals around me and the aural stimulation of six women exclaiming their pleasure, plus the porn videos still playing on the TVs and the pumping music, not to mention the tight blonde's pussy squeezing my dick, my heart was racing and my sexual stamina was taking a severe beating. Kaitlyn had already slurped Cassandra to orgasm while my assistant was caressing her own heavy tits. And Kaitlyn was just now cresting over into her own climax while I pounded her pussy and bounced my pelvis off her buttcheeks. And when Kaitlyn came, her final spastic contractions just about set me off as well, naked pussy and fertile womb or not. Desperate for control, I pulled out and started panting, just barely keeping myself from the edge of my own orgasm. Kaitlyn sagged against her sex furniture and then craned her head around to me. "Cum in Cassandra," she panted. "Cum in her so I can slurp it out of her." Sounded like a plan to me. Kaitlyn rolled out of the way and tugged her "bench" away. That gave me room to step between Cassandra's spread legs and with my Aussie bombshell beckoning me to her, I slid my throbbing cock into her sodden pussy. "Fuck me, Jonathan. Fuck me and fill me." She gasped and licked her lips. Cassandra turned to Kaitlyn. "You'll share, won't you?" "Of course," the blonde 20-year-old smiled. "Cum in her, John. Don't make me wait any longer. I want to taste you both." That was all it took, and with a grunt I gripped Cassandra's hips and pounded her as hard as I could for the final few strokes. Then I buried myself in to the root and let fly with a massive load. Cassandra actually came with me, holding my back and moaning up a storm as she felt my pecker injecting her with blast after blast of scalding cum. And as the dizzy wave came over me and I collapsed against her chest, Cassandra cooed in my ear and stroked my back lovingly. I was only able to rest there for a few moments before Kaitlyn impatiently tapped my shoulder. "Don't make me wait," she complained. I grinned and then pulled out and backed out of the way while Kaitlyn quickly sank to her knees and fastened her facial lips around Cassandra's vaginal lips. Cassandra's eyes fluttered and she moaned while the young blonde hoovered out all my spooge. And a minute later, Kaitlyn stood up and extended her tongue out to pass some of my cum for Cassandra to suck off. Just then, Jeff started grunting as he pinned Mia's light body against his pelvis, obviously blowing HIS load into the slender Asian girl. A gleam caught in Kaitlyn's eyes and she quickly left us to go hoover her boyfriend's cum out of yet another pussy. When Jeff pulled away, Mia was still in the aftershocks of her own climax and even though Kaitlyn was as much a stranger to her as Jeff was, she simply held the blonde's head to her crotch while Kaitlyn happily slurped away. Somewhere along the line, Taylor and Charlotte had released Rebecca, who was now slumped against the wall and gasping for air. Her entire body trembled from the exertion, but from the puddle of fluids on the floor just beneath her crotch, it hadn't been an entirely unpleasant experience. Our first round thus complete, Taylor went to the door and pressed a button. A minute later, our french maids came into the room bearing trays of water, Gatorade, and cocktails. Brittany, the young blonde maid whose ass I frequently stared at, simply came to a halt as she entered the room, her hazel eyes wide in shock at the scene before her. She'd probably had an idea of what to expect, but to actually see it was more than she'd been prepared for. And from the way she started rubbing her thighs together, I knew that maintaining her professionalism was going to be a small challenge. I smiled to myself. I'd have to keep my eyes on her. But in the meantime, I had my guests to entertain. ------- With minimal effort at moving furniture, there actually WAS an arrangement that formed a large circle of couches with coffee tables in the center. We all came together and chatted while the two boys recharged ... at least for a little bit. Rebecca decided she wanted a little revenge and while there was no way she was going to get Taylor into the harness, Charlotte was more than happy to be tied up and continue. So the two pretty brunettes returned to their jungle gym and soon the rest of us were more interested in watching Rebecca using a riding crop on Charlotte's naked ass than our conversations. Taylor also took the time to sidle over to Jeff. "Hello Mr. Architect," she said demurely before taking a sip from her Cosmo. "Hello Miss Supermodel," he replied easily. "You miss me?" Taylor grinned. "Well, not really," he deadpanned while winking at Kaitlyn. "But I'm always, always happy to see you," he smiled. Taylor pouted but held her hand out to him. Kaitlyn kissed him one last time on the cheek and then Taylor helped him to his feet and the two of them headed for what looked like a circular sinkhole completely surrounded by a wall of cushions. Taylor had immediately dubbed it the "lovenest". At the last second as they approached, Jeff suddenly seized Taylor around her waist and flung my wife into the six-foot diameter recession. He growled loudly and then pounced, the pair's laughter filling the room as an odd contrast to Charlotte's shrieks of pain. Kaitlyn and Mia seemed more interested in continuing their conversation. From the snippets I'd picked up, the two young ladies had a lot in common, their nymphomania and energetic enthusiasm just two of their similar qualities. Mia also wanted to pick Kaitlyn's brain about being a kind of third wheel (fourth wheel?) onto mine and Taylor's and Cassandra's convoluted relationship. Speaking of which, Cassandra kissed me passionately and then stood up to take her leave. "What?" I complained. "The party's just getting started." "And you have more than enough beauty around you to keep you entertained. Go to them," Cassandra gestured. "I'll be fine." "But I don't want you to feel neglected." "I'm not," Cassandra smiled. "I'm here to make sure you're happy, and you are. Besides, I enjoy things more when we have some private time to ourselves." I looked regretfully at my ever-loyal assistant. She ran her fingertips over my cheeks and then leaned in to kiss me. I let it linger and massaged her lips with my own until she broke the kiss. "I love you, Jonathan." "I love you too, Cassandra." I replied sincerely. "Come sleep with us tonight." Cassandra blushed and nodded. "I will." And then she gathered her clothes and left. I felt an odd tug watching my beautiful assistant leave. We shared a connection, something special. It wasn't like the bond I had with Taylor; it was less hot and passionate, but steadier and stronger. And as the statuesque blonde walked out the door, I felt a tremendous compulsion to go with her. Forget the mass orgy behind me and all the carnal pleasures. I could be just as happy cuddling with Cassandra right now. "John!" Rebecca called from behind me. I turned to see a writhing and panting Charlotte flat on her back across a padded bench, all four limbs spread to the four corners. She was low enough that Rebecca could stand and straddle Charlotte's face, forcing the pretty brunette to eat her out. She was also rubbing the riding crop across her bound victim's chest, flicking it against an erect nipple every now and again. A black vibrator was currently buzzing in Charlotte's pussy, but with Charlotte's legs spread wide, I could also see the dark rosebud of her asshole. Rebecca grinned and held up a bottle of lube. "I need to pay back this bitch for what she did to me." Rebecca rubbed her own sore butt. "Will you help me?" I smiled and took one last look out the door, but Cassandra was gone. Then I looked around. Taylor was folded over some wedge shaped cushion while Jeff drilled her from behind. Mia and Kaitlyn were sixty-nining on the couch. And Rebecca moved around to start pressing globs of lube into Charlotte's anal chute in preparation for me to ream out Taylor's pretty assistant. I started walking towards Rebecca and Charlotte's bondage apparatus. I was living the good life. ------- "Wait, WHAT?" I glared at Cassandra with fire in my eyes. "WHO gave Richardson an alternate deal?" My gorgeous personal assistant looked helplessly at her Blackberry, then slowly and deliberately took off her earpiece and pocketed everything before returning her gaze to mine. The intervening seconds had let me stomp around the green a little longer and blow off some steam. I glared at my wife as if to say 'I TOLD you so.' Taylor held her putter in a tight grip and looked at me with some concern, fiddling with her cap and waiting for the inevitable repeat of Cassandra's bad news. Charlotte just seemed to hide behind Taylor. Cassandra composed herself, her eyes a flint grey as she looked at me. Very calmly she repeated, "Martin Dean offered Richardson a counterproposal. The deal's off." "That's what I thought I heard you say. Call the jet. We're going home." I started stomping towards the golf carts, all three ladies in tow. No one complained that we hadn't finished our round. It's not that they minded me trying to teach them golf; but they'd come for the warm beaches and spa pampering, so I don't think anyone particularly cared that we were cutting our golf round short. They'd already enjoyed enough of our impromptu vacation to Florida. "Since when did Dean go into acquisitions? Did he leave the firm?" Cassandra shrugged. She kept track of our competitors and Martin Dean clearly hadn't even been on her radar. "I'll find out," she promised. "He KNOWS this is my deal. He's doing this to fuck with me, isn't he?" I glared again at Cassandra. Just last week, the devastatingly handsome but colossal asshole of an ex-coworker had gotten a hold of Taylor's cell number and sent her a couple of suggestive text messages. Now he was interfering in my business. I squeezed my putter and had half a mind to try breaking it over my knee. "Dean doesn't have the capital for this. Where is he getting the capital for this?" "I don't know. I'll have the guys look into it," Cassandra assured me. "Sixty-million net profit!" I threw up my hands. "Everything was perfect! Dean doesn't have the resources to deliver but he's somehow convinced Richardson to table my offer and listen to his horse-shit? I'll bet he's not even planning to finish the counterproposal. He's doing this just to fuck with me!" "You don't know that, Jonathan." "Watch ... You'll see," I pointed at Cassandra. "In a week Richardson will call us back wanting to reopen negotiations because he sees Dean can't pull it together. And a week after that, we'll finally close it. But it's going to cost us time and manpower to redo all this shit, and in two weeks we might not have the buyers anymore. Fucking asshole cocksucking prick!" I yelled as I flung my putter into the bag. Automatically, Taylor went to the second cart while Cassandra joined me, knowing I wasn't done bitching about the business deal just yet. A second later, Cassandra's Blackberry beeped. She checked it and then her face fell. "What?" I sniped. "Uh, nothing, nothing." "Cassandra, don't try to lie to me." "Trust me, it can wait." "Cassandra..." I said warningly. She sighed. "Sharpley just told me that Martin Dean is coming to the party tomorrow night." Twisting my face up into a wicked snarl, I reached out and slammed my hand as hard as I could against the steering wheel. "FUCK!" ------- "I know how you feel, John. But don't worry. We've done too much good business together to let some brash gunslinger muscle in. As soon as you can get Richardson to sign, we'll be ready." The white-haired CEO smiled as he shook my hand. I knew I could always count on Morse. In two short years we'd already done a lot of business together. We said our pleasantries and then I took Taylor's arm and we headed for the patio. The heat lamps were going full blast and from this Central Park West high- rise, we had a gorgeous view of the park lit up at night. She patted my arm and reassured me, "It'll all work out, Johnny." "I hope you're right." My wife touched her palm to my face and looked at me adoringly. I smiled and placed my hand over hers. "I love you, Taylor." Taylor's radiant expression was all the response I needed. Rarely did I initiate those three words, but I meant them every time. "I love you too, Johnny." It was days like today that made me wonder why the hell I was doing all this. Why was I stressing out when I could just stay at home and be in love with my wife? I already had way more money than I could ever spend in my lifetime. I had more money than my kids could ever spend, the imaginary kids that Taylor had recently begun to ask me about. So why was I getting anxious about financial mergers and corporate handshakes? Couldn't I just be happy staying at home, taking exotic vacations and screwing the bevy of beautiful women around me? I'd get bored. I knew I'd get bored. There was a reason I'd gone into finance and it wasn't just because of the high income. I actually LIKED the deals. I LIKED the adrenaline rush. I LIKED making money out of thin air. But when a deal failed, I could be absolutely miserable. Sighing, I told myself it hadn't failed yet. Dean had yet to deliver. And if Dean was going to deliver, he was going to have to get Aaron Morse to commit to him. The same Aaron Morse who just shook my hand and guaranteed me he'd stick with me. Of course, that was why Martin Dean was crashing this party. He was coming to try and change Morse's mind. And as if on cue, there he was. "Ah, shit," I snarked under my breath as I saw Dean and his date. "Do you think he does this on purpose?" Taylor wasn't quite listening to me. She just stared and inhaled sharply in surprise at the woman wrapped around Dean's arm. "Ashlyn?" she gasped. Ashlyn similarly saw us and started pulling her date with her as they headed for us. At first Dean just grinned while I glowered at him. But then he saw Morse off to the side having a conversation with some of the other movers and shakers on Wall Street. I couldn't hear what he said over the din of the other guests, but Dean excused himself from Ashlyn and then headed for Morse. That left the stunning redhead free to scamper straight to us. "Taylor! John! So good to see you guys!" Taylor managed a smile and the girls did their hugging and air kissing thing. "What are you doing here?" "Duh, Fashion Week starts in six days!" Ashlyn's smile lit up the room. "I know THAT," Taylor drawled. "But here? At this party?" "And why are you with HIM?" I growled in a low voice. "What?" Ashlyn shot me a flirty look and giggled. "Are you jealous?" "Dean's got a history. He's dangerous, Ashlyn," I said seriously. "All men are dangerous around me, Johnny," the redhead sassed and kicked her hip out. "I can handle myself." Then Ashlyn grabbed Taylor's hands and glanced over her shoulder where I could see Dean working himself into the conversation with Morse's circle. "He IS gorgeous though, isn't he?" Ashlyn gushed. "Ash..." Taylor held her friend's hand and squeezed them. "Johnny used to work with him. He's not a good guy." "Hmph," Ashlyn yanked her hands away. "What do you know? Marty already told me the whole story. Your husband here couldn't deliver for a client and he got upset when Marty rode in to save the day. So John and Marty are rivals. So what?" "Ash..." Taylor cautioned. "Don't worry. I only met him last night, and he has done at least one good thing for me. He knew you'd be at this party and he invited me because I wanted the chance to see you again," Ashlyn smiled prettily at Taylor. "Who cares about the rest? Men and their business. It's all just little zeroes anyways. Ooh..." Ashlyn interrupted herself for a moment when she snatched a champagne flute from a waiter cruising by. "Forget the finance stuff. Oh, did you hear about Zdenka? She totally coked out last week..." With that, Ashlyn tugged Taylor away and they got into their model-gossip. I wasn't paying attention anyways. I was too busy glowering at Dean across the room. ------- For the rest of the evening, I left Taylor with Ashlyn and went around mingling with current and potential business associates. The pair of models split up every now and again to rejoin their respective dates. Taylor wanted to fill me in on some of the juiciest gossip that I didn't honestly care about. Ashlyn was drinking more and more champagne despite her rather light body weight, and she was getting quite flirty with Martin Dean before he had to scurry back and present his sales pitch to another Wall Street guru. Of course, the few times he tried to do so with Ashlyn by his side backfired on him. Whomever he was talking to spent more time ogling Ashlyn in her short dress and plunging neckline than listening to his spiel. When the party started winding down, I finally got the conversation I'd been hoping for when Aaron Morse came over and shook my hand. "Don't worry, John. Dean's got a silver tongue and he charmed the boys; but loyalty is loyalty. If nothing else, I did a LOT of business with your father. I'll see you in two weeks when his financing crashes out and we'll close the deal." I walked out of that party with a big smile on my face... ... at least until we got to the elevator to take us back to the rooftop helipad and catch our ride home. While we were waiting for the elevator car to arrive, the apartment door opened and a giggling, half-drunk Ashlyn stumbled out with Martin Dean holding her up. He smiled and pressed her against the wall, then leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. The elevator dinged and Taylor, while glowering herself, tugged me into the empty car. But just before the doors closed them out, I saw Dean slip his hand beneath the hem of her dress and tug on Ashlyn's ass to grind her crotch against him. And at the very last moment, he looked at me and winked. ------- "Whoa! Stop hitting so hard! This is about form and exercise, not wasted energy." Rebecca took the blocking glove off her hand and shook it out. I kept bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet, like I was in a boxing ring, burning off more nervous energy. Three days after the party, Dean's proposal wasn't showing any signs of falling apart. And for some reason, three days later, I still had a vision in mind of Martin Dean fucking Ashlyn. The very thought made my blood boil. Rebecca dropped her other blocking glove and reached out to grab my right hand. Despite the tape, she quickly saw that one of my knuckles was actually bleeding. "Dammit, John! What did I say about punching so hard?" "Sorry," I spat, not really meaning it. Still I kept bouncing. My personal trainer sighed. "Okay, do you want to go swimming or do you want to do the stairs again." I hopped up and down and thought about it. "Swimming." Some part of me felt like I could release more tension out of my whole body that way. I could stroke as hard as I wanted without waiting for a damn stair machine to catch up to me. Besides the outdoor pool and jacuzzi in the backyard, which were for looking pretty and for warm days, we also had an indoor 25-yard pool for lap swimming and the occasional volleyball game. "Well too bad, 'cause you're doing the fucking stairs," Rebecca glowered at me and rubbed her sore hands. I felt a quick flash of anger at her, but obediently stomped over to the endless staircase and started the machine up myself. When I'd been going for a couple of minutes, Rebecca came and folded her arms over the rail. "What's gotten into you?" "Nothing. Business," I growled. "Ah..." she nodded, as if understanding. "Well the next time you feel like punching something? Let me know and I'll let you wail on the bag instead of me, okay?" I sighed. "I'm sorry, Rebecca. I didn't mean to hurt you." "I know. We do a lot of things we don't mean to." She sighed and turned to rest her cheek on one hand. "Jeremy was the king of 'I didn't mean to'." I looked over and saw the expression on her face. And now I felt three times as guilty for taking out some of my frustrations on her. "How are you doing, Rebecca?" I asked softly. It was easier to focus on what was bothering her than stressing about my own issues. She exhaled again and then stood up straight, turning around and walking towards the windows while staring off at the ocean. "I'm okay. Just takes a while to get used to being alone again." I kept stepping and waited patiently, both calming myself and giving Rebecca time to process. Still looking out the window, she continued. "We were together for four years. Four years..." She turned and looked at me. "You've been with Taylor what? Two years?" "A LONG time, off and on. But really together, together? Less than three." Rebecca looked out the window again. "Do you know what it's like to have to get used to sleeping alone again? Jeremy was this big bear of a man. I never felt safer or more at peace than when he was cuddled up behind me. And now ... it's just me." "I've noticed you're spending a lot of time here, even when you're not working." In the past week alone, Rebecca had spent every day with us except last Tuesday, when she was working out another client. Rebecca managed a wry smile. "Yeah. Actually, I spent 3 out of the last 4 nights here too." "Keep this up and you won't even need an apartment." Rebecca looked out the window. "Funny you mention that. My lease is up end of March. Jeremy was a good enough guy that he paid up half. But that apartment is just too expensive for me by myself. I don't even know what I'm going to do a few weeks from now. I've got to start searching for a new place." I shrugged. "You can always crash here for as long as you like." The pretty brunette spun and looked at me intently. "Seriously?" "Seriously. It's not like we're short on space, Rebecca." She started pacing, really thinking it over. "You mean it? I mean, I don't want to be a burden. I'm not sure I could really impose." "Rebecca," I said firmly. "It's fine. If you're not comfortable, that's OK. But really, you're a friend now. And friends let friends crash on the couch when they need to." She pouted for a moment. "You'd make me sleep on a couch?" I grinned. "Maybe I'll just have Charlotte tie you to the rack." Rebecca spanked my butt while I kept climbing. Then she smiled. "Thanks, John. Really, I think I will take you up on that." "In a guest room," I added, just to be clear. "Besides, you've been keeping Taylor so much company the past few weeks, I think she might actually try gossiping with ME if you left. And that's NOT going to happen." "Yeah, Taylor's just been such a good listener for me." A wry smile crossed Rebecca's face. "And without my Jeremy ... well ... your wife's really good with a strap-on, too." I grinned salaciously at the thought. "I can see that. Sorry I haven't been able to keep up. I've just been so busy." The last few workouts we'd had together had not ended in sexual encounters as I'd hurried off to various meetings and other functions. "No, no. You're under no obligations to me, John." Rebecca waved me off. But then she stopped pacing and looked at me hungrily. "Although ... you think you can give me some real cock when this workout is done?" I grinned and hit the emergency stop on the stepper. Hopping down onto the rubberized floor, I glanced at the clock and then grinned predatorily at Rebecca "We've got fifteen minutes left," I growled. "How about right now?" Less than a minute later, Rebecca's sports bra and shorts were wadded up in a corner while she sat on an exercise ball and repeatedly inhaled my cock. My legs were a bit shaky after so much exercise. But my desire to stay upright and continue having my pecker blown vastly outweighed my desire to sit down. "Gawd damn I've missed real cock," she gasped before returning her mouth to my shaft. I felt her wriggling and bouncing up and down with the spring- compression of the ball, and I already knew I was going to fuck her over it. Sure enough, after a few minutes making sure my dick was rock hard, I bent Rebecca face-down over the exercise ball and plunged my cock into her from behind. She howled in ecstasy and pushed her forward along the ball until she had to plant her palms on the floor to maintain her position. And as I pistoned in and out of her, her whole body would roll forward and then back with our fucking motions. "Oh, gawd. Fuck me, John! Harder! Harder! Oh!" Rebecca's asscheeks felt like stones in my hands. And then I walked my palms up her back, the friction enough to help me rock us back and forth while I impaled my personal trainer on my shaft over and again. "Fuck! Fuck!" It didn't take long to set her off in a quick orgasm. And with low grunts of exertion and forceful bucking of her ass back at me, Rebecca powered her way through her climax. After she came, I flipped her over onto her back across the floor and then drove my prick back into her clenching pussy. Rebecca pulled her legs back, crossing her ankles behind my head while I folded her body in half. And then she wrapped her arms around my back, tugging so that I pumped into her harder and harder and harder. "Ohhh! So good!" she wailed. "I'm gonna cum!" I grunted. "Yes!" "I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" "Yes! Yes!" Rebecca screamed and came again. Her internal spasms, vibrating against my embedded cock, finished me off and for a second, I didn't think I'd break free of her leg or hand grips before I spunked into her pussy. But at the last second, I pulled free and cleared her snatch just as the first jet arced out and splattered across Rebecca's round silicone melons. Kneewalking forward over her body, the second shot formed a line of sperm from her forehead to chin, and then finally she managed to suck my head into her mouth so I could pump out the rest of my load into her mouth. When we were done, I certainly had rubber-burn on my knees and Rebecca probably had it worse on her back. But for now, we were feeling nothing but pleasure. I bent and kissed her gently. "Welcome to the Kwong residence, roomie." ------- FEBRUARY "So Rebecca will be moving in on the first of April?" Cassandra sat behind the desk in her office, entering in the note in her computer's calendar while I lay comfortably on the couch, tossing a football up and down just to keep my hands occupied. Officially, it was MY office. All the financial records and ownership documents etcetera, etcetera were in my name. The primary login name on the computer was mine. But Cassandra spent ten times as many hours in the office as I did. To the rhythmic thumping of the ball every time I caught it and the rat-a-tat of Cassandra at the keyboard, I tried to calm all my senses. But the question I hadn't asked yet still weighed heavily on my mind. "What's the word on the Richardson deal?" Cassandra checked her watch. "I'm impressed. You lasted all the way until eleven-thirty before asking." "Ha, ha," I growled. "Anything new?" "No." "Dean's not folding, is he? Did he get one of the buyers at Morse's party?" "No, I don't think so. Morse and company are sticking to their guns." "Or he's got someone in his back pocket we don't know about." "Jonathan," Cassandra looked over at me. "It's been less than a week. Relax. Worrying isn't going to help." All went silent again save for the rhythm of the ball. Changing the subject, I asked, "You have an idea where we should put Rebecca?" "There's plenty of room in the guest wing. We can probably just let her choose a room." A thought came to me and I glanced over. "Do you mind Rebecca moving in?" She looked surprised that I even asked. "Not at all. Why?" "Well, I just realized that I never asked for your opinion before extending the invitation." She chuckled. "You don't need my permission, Jonathan." "But ... I still want to know you're okay with it," I said with honest sincerity in my voice. Cassandra smirked. "If you'd really wanted to know, you'd have asked first. Did you even ask Taylor before inviting Rebecca into her home?" "Uh ... well, no." I looked abashed. "But I knew she wouldn't mind. And she was quite happy when I asked her later." "And shouldn't you know that I don't mind, either?" "It's just ... sometimes I feel like I don't spend enough time with you, Cassandra. One more woman in the house isn't exactly going to help that." "Jonathan..." Cassandra pushed her chair away from the keyboard and came over to the couch with me. I scooted onto my side so she could sit while I curled around her body. The statuesque blonde leaned down and pecked my forehead before looking at me luminously with her sky blue eyes. "You spend more time with me than anyone else in the world, including your wife." "That's work. That's following me around taking notes at my meetings and giving me status reports on this tornado of my life." "You're right; that's your life, Jonathan. And I'm a part of it, spending a LOT of time with you." "But I feel like I'm not paying enough attention to you as a woman." I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned in until my nose was pressed to her side. "Cassandra, all philosophical bullshit aside, you're as much a wife to me as Taylor is. And since you're so involved in the operations of my life and of this family, in a way you're even closer to me than her. You know that, right?" Cassandra sighed and looked away for a moment. "Jonathan, we've talked about this. You shouldn't think about me that way. I work FOR you and Taylor. I'm not an equal." "Of course you are." "Jonathan," she said my name firmly and with conviction. "I do not stand beside you. I stand behind you. I've given myself TO you. I BELONG to you." I shook my head. "No, you're not my slave, Cassandra. I respect you too much for that. You're an independent woman who has mutually chosen to share in this relationship with Taylor and me. Bringing someone like Rebecca into OUR home has to have some impact on you and I want to know how you feel about it. Your opinion on everything matters a great deal to me." "As an advisor. As an assistant to you." She started to get out of my grasp. "No!" My voice escalated as I tightened my grip. "As a wife! As a partner in my life! I love you, Cassandra! Don't you get it?" "Jonathan, I love you too. But you're not supposed to get that attached to me, sir." Her eyes flashed as she looked at me. The "sir" was a slap in the face. The word was said formally, without any hint of playfulness or seductive purr. I sat up quickly, releasing her from my arms. I glared at her, clearly waiting for her to say my name. But it wasn't forthcoming. Steeling her jaw, Cassandra looked away from me. "You are my employer and you are married. I love you and I love this family as much as any assistant would feel about the people in her care." "What? Are you saying you're not IN love with me now?" "Jonathan..." "Aren't you?" She took a deep breath and held my gaze. "I'm not supposed to." "That's not an answer." "I..." she purposely turned her back to me. "Clearly, we've gone too far. If you think of me as a wife, then I'm not doing my job right." "Cassandra, I think of you as a wife because I love you." "Then stop loving me in that way, please." Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she glanced over for a second. "Don't you remember what I said? I want to be here for the long haul. I want to support your life until we die. Wives can come and go. Once a woman becomes your wife there's no going back. If things don't work out then there's nothing left but separation and divorce. But as an assistant, I can be by your side until you die, the way my mother was with Jonathan Kendall. Loyalty is more important than love. And I would be happier if you trusted me more than you loved me." "This isn't like being 'just friends' versus crossing lines to fall in love, Cassandra. If it is, we crossed that line a LONG time ago." "That's exactly what it is. I'm your assistant, serving your EVERY need. But I am not your WIFE." "What if I don't want that? What if I want to fire you as my assistant so you'll stop this philosophical bullshit and be a wife to me?" "If you fire me, sir," Cassandra said coldly, her eyes sharp despite the tears rolling down her cheeks. "Then you really will have broken my heart and I could never be with you again." My own heart chilled hearing her say that. The thought of never being with Cassandra again seemed a fate worse than death. With my own jaw quivering, I said quietly. "You don't mean that." "This job means everything to me, Jonathan. I'm not an ordinary girl. I don't want to be your wife, don't you understand? And I'm living exactly the life I want, with you. I live FOR you. Every time you succeed is when I feel like I'm succeeding. It's what makes me happy. Can't you understand that?" "But I want you to love me as an equal," I pleaded, willing my heart into my voice. "And when you make love with me I want to feel like we are together and the same." "But that's not what I want. Jonathan, when we make love I'm happiest when I feel like I'm pleasing you. What makes me happy is entirely dependent on making YOU happy." Her pale blue eyes shimmered, pleading back with me to understand. "Cassandra, that can't be healthy," I said with worry. She was simply handing me too much power over her heart. "It's who I am." "Well, it would PLEASE me if you would forget this stupid concept of serving me and be an equal partner in my life!" "It doesn't work that way." "Cassandra!" "NO ... Jonathan." Her tone was clear that she wasn't going to budge on the subject. She hadn't budged for years. Frustrated, I looked away as my shoulders tensed up. And in a heated voice I stated, "Fine, I'm in charge. I'm the boss. You just work for me. Is that it?" "Yes," Cassandra sighed, exhaustion apparent in her voice. I stood up, shaking my head. And without looking back at her, I stated, "Miss Cooper, make the arrangements for Rebecca: moving vans, boxes, whatever. And set up a status meeting with Sharpley this afternoon at 3pm." Quietly, I heard her say, "Yes, sir." Still shaking my head, I spiked the football behind me and then stalked out of the room. ------- It had been two weeks of hell. Dean still hadn't folded yet. Richardson still wasn't calling us back. And on top of everything else, I hadn't gotten laid in five days. Taylor was off on a shoot in Cabo San Lucas. She'd be home tomorrow morning, but since Monday, she and Charlotte had been gone. I'd had two workouts with Rebecca. But my moods had tended more towards angry. And really angry moods don't usually get women wet. Mia had flown out to San Francisco for the past week on a new design project. We'd let a major interior design magazine showcase our estate, and her phone had been ringing off the hook ever since. One of those calls introduced her to her new boyfriend, so I wouldn't have been getting any even if she was in town. And Cassandra and I were still going through our emotional standoff over how much she meant to me. More than once, she'd offered to "relax me" or "serve me" and thus satisfy my current sexual desires. But I wouldn't let her. I couldn't let her. To let Cassandra give me a blowjob or have sex with me during a period like this would only reinforce that she was an employee. True, an employee who loved me, but still an employee. Before I could let myself touch her, I had to believe that she was doing so solely out of a desire to love me, with zero obligation involved. Unfortunately, the longer we went without sleeping together, the more I began to wonder if she'd ever wanted to sleep with me just because of our own mutual attraction. Or had it ALWAYS been out of a desire to please me on some servant-obligatory level? Was that really just the way she was wired? Was it really so bad that I wanted her to want me without the concept of "boss" or "employer" being involved? For her to desire me selfishly for how it made her feel and not be related to how happy she made me? And so I didn't have sex with Cassandra or anyone else but my own right hand. I was starting to get random erections in the middle of the day for no apparent reason. It was as if my dick had gotten used to shooting off multiple times a day, and now that it wasn't anymore, the sperm buildup in my balls was threatening to burst. For a moment, I'd even thought of calling Jeff and Kaitlyn. But I wasn't so desperate that I wanted to interfere in their still growing relationship. And how would that conversation go, anyways? "Hi, my usual girls are all out of town so can I borrow your girlfriend for a fuck or two?" So here I sat, on a Friday night, alone in my private lounge. There was a stack of Blu-ray DVDs I hadn't seen yet in the media room. Hell, we had quite the porn collection as well. But I couldn't even bring myself to get up and walk all the way over there. Sometimes there WERE drawbacks to living in a big mansion. So I channel-surfed a bit, spacing out as I contemplated my pathetic existence. I was stirred from my stupor when Cassandra knocked on the door and walked in. Even with her hair pulled back and wearing her wire-rimmed glasses, she still looked incredibly beautiful. She was clad in jeans and a thin sweater that hugged the curves of her large breasts. Almost immediately I started to get hard. "Evening, sir." I winced and almost felt like crying. She'd been calling me "sir" for the past week straight. And it was never in her husky, seductive "sir"-voice. But biting down and tensing my jaw, I stifled the impulse to cry and looked up at her. "I assume you have news?" Cassandra nodded and looked at the floor. Whatever it was, to be coming this late on a Friday night was not good. "Aaron Morse just called." Her tone was that of defeat. I closed my eyes, steadying myself for the bad news. "They just got word that Dean closed the deal with Richardson. He should be clearing escrow by Monday." I visibly sagged in my chair. How was he doing it? Where had he gotten the capital? Or had he poached some of my buyers? Cassandra continued. "Aaron Morse sends his apologies, but his investment group really wants those companies they were targeting. If Dean got them on his own, then he's got them. They'll have no choice but to deal with him." I'd lost. I exhaled loudly, feeling my blood pounding in my head. "I understand. Thank you, Cassandra." "Will there be anything else, sir?" "Yeah, call Morse's assistant and book us a golf round. Maybe Sunday. No hard feelings." "Understood, sir." "And Cassandra?" "Yes, sir?" "Have someone send up two vodka-tonics. And make them strong." "Yes, sir." The door closed after her. Angrily, I started pounding the channel select on the remote. Not because there was anything I wanted to watch, but simply to have something to expel some adrenaline on. For a second I contemplated going to my gym and working up a good sweat. But then someone knocked at the door. After yelling "Come" it opened and one of the maids entered in carrying a tray and two tumblers filled with clear fluid, ice, and limes. "Thanks, Brittany," I looked up at her as she bent at the waist to set the tray down and then move the glasses onto the coffee table. The hardon Cassandra had given me had only flagged somewhat, and now it was stiffening back up as I saw that the young blonde maid's uniform had several buttons undone, and as she leaned over I could see the creamy swells of her breasts hanging forward. She caught my gaze as she stood up and with an impish smile, she asked in a helium-voice, "Will there be anything else, Mr. Kwong?" "Uh ... no, thank you, Brittany." I stammered and averted my eyes. I hadn't been laid in a LONG time. And I had to be pretty desperate to start contemplating it with one of my maids. Sure, I'd hired them to be extra eye candy around the house, but I wasn't supposed to actually touch the eye candy. "Are you sure ... Mr. Kwong?" She posed prettily, bending one leg to bring her knees together and tucking in her arms to squeeze her tits forward. "I'm here to serve you in ANY way..." "Uh ... yeah..." I began and the cute blonde perked up. "I mean, yeah, I'm sure I'm okay. I'm okay." Her face fell and she pouted with a very cute face. Then she turned around and bent forward to pick up the tray from the coffee table. This put that adorable ass right in my face, the one I loved so much, and I swear she put an extra jiggle into it while she was bent over. Almost too slowly, she stood up and then craned her head around to me. "Are you sure I can't interest you in anything else?" she asked. My mouth was suddenly dry and my heart was thumping so hard in my chest I thought it would burst out. But I managed to shake my head slowly in a 'no' gesture. She frowned and then turned away. And then without realizing it, my hand had shot out and I palmed her right buttcheek. Brittany shuddered at my touch and stopped just before walking away. And then she shifted her weight back just fractionally and pressed her ass harder against my hand. Unbelievably, I started rubbing her ass. "So you DO see something you like!" she bubbled. And then setting the tray back down onto the coffee table, Brittany pivoted so that her butt was facing directly at me, and slowly she bent forward at the waist until she was practically touching her toes. I was still caressing her ass while she reached up with both hands, and then she pushed her own skirt up, dislodging my hand in the process. She kept pushing the black skirt and flipped it above her waist to reveal the bare skin of her buttcheeks split by a white thong. And then with both hands at the sides of her thong panties, she pulled them down her legs to show me her naked ass in all its glory, centered with a rosy puckered asshole and plump pink pussy lips already wet with her secretions. My hand was still hovering around my knee. Looking at me upside-down between her own legs, Brittany grabbed my hand and put it right back on her ass. "Play with me," she urged, her voice squeaking. For a few moments I just rubbed her creamy skin with my right hand. The young blonde was in great shape and she seemed quite proud of her ass. She had every right to be; it was a perfect peach to rival the best I'd seen. My second hand soon joined the first, squeezing and rubbing. And as my thumbs started circling closer and closer to her nether regions, Brittany began to pant softly. My young maid was quite worked up. She wrapped her arms around her own legs, locking them in place to hold her position as I leaned forward and began to kiss and rub my lips against her pale buttcheeks. And after running my thumb along her outer labia, causing little excited gasps from the face-down girl in front of me, I popped my thumb into her pussy and was rewarded with a squeal of delight from her. That sound threw away all the rest of my hesitations. I hunched forward on the couch and gripped her butt with both hands, ducking my face lower so that I could spear my tongue into her sweet channel. And while alternately grabbing her ass, licking her pussy, and shoving my thumbs into her, I quickly had the girl writhing and panting for release. I had my right thumb in her pussy from behind and was licking her clit when I reached up and popped my index finger into her asshole. That last move set her off and I suddenly had Brittany's entire body shaking and quaking as she came, howling her climax and clamping down on my invading digits with both of her orifices. No sooner did she cum than I was spinning her around and pressing on her shoulders to get the blonde maid to kneel before me. I was hopping my butt off the couch to yank my shorts and pants down to my ankles. And by the time they hit the floor Brittany had bent over, grabbed my erection in her hand, and ducked her head to swallow the first four inches of me in one gulp. "Ohhh ... Brittany..." I groaned. She rotated her hazel eyes up to look at me intently. Hearing me say her name seemed to only spur her on and I soon had a hot young blonde giving me very enthusiastic head. She was wet. She was sloppy. And she was extremely energetic. I knew she was in her early-20s. But with her cute face and helium- voice, I could almost believe she was even younger than Kaitlyn. Meanwhile, I'd often fantasized about stripping away the uniform of one of my maids. While Brittany bobbed up and down my cock, I started unbuttoning the rest of her uniform top. Once completely undone, together we shucked her short- sleeved blouse and then I reached around to pop the clasp of her bra. And all the while Brittany had reached between her legs and was frigging herself off while she literally salivated over having my cock in her mouth. Brittany had cute B-cups that spilled out into my hands once I freed her of the boulder-holder. And after squeezing and experimenting, I soon found that she had VERY sensitive nipples. So while I teased her mammaries and she fingered her own clit, Brittany's eyes soon rolled up into her head and she moaned around my dick in her mouth as she came. Her second orgasm kicked my pretty maid into high-gear. Pulling her right hand out of her crotch, she started jacking me with both hands while going to town sucking on the head. As the pleasure mounted, I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back into the cushions of the couch as I felt my balls uncoiling. "Oh, FUCK! I'm gonna blow!" I grunted. Brittany just stroked me even harder, and she was soon rewarded when my hips bucked, shoving me an inch deeper as my cock head separated and began spitting out wads of hot cum into my maid's mouth. Brittany's lips curled into a smile and her eyes danced as she began to swallow me down. I was cumming so hard and so much that she couldn't even keep up, and rivers of jism began to spill out and down her chin while she vainly tried to keep up. My whole body trembled until I was done spurting and I sagged happily into the couch cushions. But even after gulping down five days-worth of semen, Brittany wasn't done with me yet. "I want you to fuck me," she growled and resumed suckling my cock. "I've dreamed of you fucking me." To be honest, now that I'd gotten my rocks off, I wasn't really in a hurry. Brittany had certainly given me an amazing orgasm, but I didn't feel a damn thing for her. She was just the maid. So apart from my usual desire to get up close and personal with fresh pussy, I wasn't particularly interested in continuing. Just then, a familiar logo came on screen. The clock clicked over into the new hour and the generic news channel I'd been watching switched to a program I was only too familiar with. "And welcome to Celebrity Sightings! Where YOU see the stars FIRST." And then her face came on screen: perfect cheekbones, coppery hair, and brilliant blue eyes. I felt a surge of lust course through me and Brittany oohed as she felt me hardening in her mouth once again. "Sad news all you bachelors, or even taken men who were still hoping to trade up. The most beautiful woman in the world has a BOYFRIEND." A cold numbness spread through me as I saw video of Ashlyn walking hand-in- hand with Martin Dean from a Mercedes SL55 and into one of the finest restaurants on Sunset in Hollywood. A collage of still photos then started popping on screen showing the two of them, still hand-in-hand, walking in a park, watching a USC football game, buying coffee, and sharing a kiss at a restaurant dining table. The breathy young reporter girl went on and on about how the glamorous pair met two weeks ago in Manhattan and how they'd been inseparable ever since. They explained how Martin Dean was a successful finance guru on Wall Street. And while I watched the video continuing with Ashlyn smiling and snuggling into Dean's arms while he slid his hand down to her ass, I found my blood absolutely boiling once again. "Ooh!" Brittany gasped as I became rock hard in her hands and she quickly stood up to strip off her skirt and panties. I noticed, with approval, that she kept her shoes on. While comfortable, they were still cute heels. And when I flicked my gaze to hers, my young maid smiled and straddled my legs before guiding my cock between her bare-shaven pussy lips and sinking herself down onto me. I reached beneath her armpits and grabbed both of Brittany's shoulders in my hands. And then with a violent tug, I yanked the young girl down around my cock, driving myself all the way into her in one powerful thrust. She shrieked at the sudden invasion, but already I wasn't paying attention. For the next thirty seconds, Celebrity Sightings kept showing more video and commentary on the latest celebrity couple. And while I started jerking Brittany down and she flexed her legs to push herself up in that ancient cycle of fucking, my eyes were firmly locked over her shoulder and on the TV. Seeing the gorgeous woman — the gorgeous woman I wanted — with that slimeball lit a fire in my veins, and my hands tightened against Brittany's shoulders as I started slamming her against me. But eventually, the segment ended and they moved on to something else. I ceased caring about what was on the screen and refocused on the cute blonde bouncing in my lap and along my shaft. My hands dragged down Brittany's naked spine, causing her to throw her head back and moan while we fucked powerfully and angrily, at least on my part. When my hands got back to her ass, I gripped her cheeks firmly and used them as handholds to piledrive the girl's lighter body up and down. "Holy FUCK!" she exclaimed as I roughly manhandled her. And when I rubbed my finger over her rosebud, she started trembling. "I want your ass..." I growled. "Take it," Brittany gasped as her eyes flared. I didn't waste another moment, lifting her off me and spinning the girl around. I kicked her feet to the sides so that her legs formed an A-frame and then pushed at her lower back to bent Brittany over and plant her hands on the coffee table. And then with my hands spreading her asscheeks, I leaned in and started tonguing her anal sphincter. It was slightly bitter, but pretty clean. And I didn't want to deal with hunting for lube at a time like this. "Holy SHIT!" she wailed as I rimmed her out. And when I stopped and stood up behind her, Brittany just started panting while trying to lean her ass in my direction. First my right hand and then my left clamped onto her hips. And with Brittany's ass held still, her arms trembled as I nudged my angry cockhead over the tight star and started pressing forward. Coated with pussy-lubrication and spit, her anal resistance was soon broken down and I gasped as I felt the head pop through. Brittany moaned and then started whimpering with mild pain as I stretched her out more quickly than she'd expected as I crammed more and more of my meat into her rectum. "Oh gawd ... fuck my ass..." she crooned. "I'm fucking it! I'm fucking it!" I growled as I suited words to action. No sooner did I hit rock bottom than I was pulling back out until just the ridge of my mushroom head was still keeping me inside. And then as hard as I could, I pumped back into her. And then again ... and again... "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Brittany started crying as I pounded away at her backside. She gasped and panted and reached back with one hand to rub her own clit while I wailed on her backdoor. All my hatred for Dean. All my anger for the bad deal. All my frustrations with Cassandra went into that fuck. I was gripping the poor girl so hard that I knew she'd be bruised by tomorrow. I didn't care. I fucked her abused asshole hard and without care for her feelings. If she came, good for her. If she didn't, oh well. I just had to FUCK something. And fuck something I did. She was an object. She was nothing. She was just a tight tunnel and a cum dumpster. And I fucked her even harder. "Ohhh! Unghh! Owww!" Brittany cried. The rest of her moans and grunts weren't even that intelligible. Somewhere along the way, Brittany did get an orgasm. She moaned in agony and ecstasy and tensed up and tightened up. For a minute I had to work rather hard to keep thrusting through her tightness. And when it was over I kept going. "Ungh..." Brittany hung her head and started drooling. Her legs became wobbly and her arms shaky from the physical pounding I was giving her. I was far stronger and in much better shape from frequent exercise, and the poor girl simply couldn't keep up. She couldn't even moan anymore, only emit little whimpers. When her arms gave out she nearly face-planted into the coffee table. I wouldn't have really cared so much if this motion didn't also nearly dislodge my cock from her ass. So I held her up and then spun us both around until she was kneeling on the couch, her chest pressed up against the backrest while I kept reaming out her lewdly stretched-open asshole. Brittany started crying then. Her body just couldn't take anymore and she soon went limp against the couch, just trying to endure until I was done violating her. Fortunately for her, that wasn't much longer. With a firm grip on her left titty with one hand and on her right hip with my other hand, I yanked and tugged and thrust a few final times before sinking my cock as deeply as I could up her anal chute, and then with gasping grunts of my own, I began spewing out a violent torrent of jism into Brittany's rectal cavity. She whimpered softly with my final thrusts, and she gasped when she felt that impact of fluid against her innards. And while I pumped out more and more semen up Brittany's ass, no longer shaking her like a rag doll, she finally stopped sobbing and became silent. Only then did my anger abate. ------- I was passed out on the couch by the time Cassandra stormed into my private lounge. My two vodka-tonics had been drained rather quickly, and combined from my post-ejaculate crash I'd quickly surrendered to the bliss of unconsciousness, still naked and still with Brittany's drying fluids on me. As it was, I only came away when Cassandra started slapping my face. And she wasn't holding anything back, either. "Wha-?" I groggily came away and tried to shield my face at the same time. "What the FUCK is wrong with you?" Cassandra spat. "Wha-?" I wasn't sure where I was or what I was doing. What's going on? "Dammit, Jonathan! Wake up!" Cassandra kept hitting me. "Stop! Stop! I'm awake! I'm awake!" I protested while trying to shield myself. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Cassandra repeated. "What are you TALKING about?" I complained. "There's a poor little girl downstairs trying to put on a brave face in front of Dorothy. But you fucked the SHIT out of her!" "So?" "So? SO?" she asked incredulously. "She's got wicked bruises on her hips and her chest. Why the hell did you do that? And why the hell were you even screwing HER?" "She wanted to!" I moaned. "She wanted you to beat her up?" "I didn't beat her up!" "Well it sure fucking looks like it!" Somehow, Cassandra's Aussie accent made her swearing even more unreal. "And I haven't gotten laid in five days!" "Whose fucking fault is that? I've offered every three hours for the past two weeks and you won't touch me!" Cassandra looked ready to pull out her hair. "No! You've offered to 'serve' me. I only ever wanted to make love with you." "It's the same thing!" "No, it's not," I started crying even while fresh anger came to my face. All my resentment at Cassandra for holding herself back from me came to the fore. I wanted to love her. And all she wanted to be was my assistant. "You want to serve me?" I yelled. "You want me to treat you like a servant? You want me to treat you like just another maid?" I raged and got up. Roughly, I reached out and grabbed Cassandra's shoulders. "Turn around, bitch!" I yelled and tried to forcibly spin Cassandra around, even as the tears poured down my face. "Bend over before me!" I screamed and tried to yank down Cassandra's pants. I'd never fucked Cassandra's ass before. She hadn't wanted it and even when I'd asked she'd told me it just wasn't her thing. Taylor, Kaitlyn, Rebecca: they all got off on it, as did I. But I could never have pushed Cassandra. I loved her too much to ever order her to do something she wouldn't enjoy. Until now. "I'm going to fuck your fucking asshole, bitch!" I thundered and put all my strength into subduing my personal assistant while she struggled to free herself. The problem: Cassandra was much bigger and stronger than Brittany. I was having a hard time pushing her around into position, especially since I couldn't focus very well on what I was doing. I'd only managed to twist her half-away from me when she suddenly turned and with a powerful closed-fist, popped a good punch just beneath my eye. "Aahh!" I shouted in pain and turned away. "You are FUCKED up, Jonathan!" Cassandra yelled at me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I just held up my cheek and collapsed back to the couch. "You're going to be damn lucky if Brittany doesn't press charges. You could go to fucking JAIL for what you did to her!" Cassandra seethed. "And to me!" Cassandra didn't wait for further response. She threw her hands up and stalked out of the room. Everything was going to hell. ------- I stirred awake when I felt arms gripping and moving my body. The morning sunlight pierced its way through the room and seared my eyeballs when I tried to open them. "Wha-?" I slurred and a female voice said "Ah, shit, his breath stinks." The next thing I knew, I was slumped on cold marble and then felt the spray of hot water raining down on me. "Aahh!" I yelled and lifted my arms to try and ward away the water. But still it kept pouring and I spat out what had gotten into my mouth before rotating away so I could breathe. "I leave you alone for less than a week and this is what happens to you?" Taylor said from somewhere just outside the shower. I looked up and my gorgeous wife smiled at me. Her deep blue eyes shone and with her short black hair and long bangs, she was just how I'd always pictured her in my dreams. "Taylor!" I gasped in happy relief. "You're heavier than you look," she commented. "I'll say." I glanced next to my wife and saw Rebecca leaning against the other shower wall with her arms folded across her chest. Both women were casually dressed, suitable for a Saturday morning. Satisfied that I was in decent shape, Rebecca turned away. "I'll see you downstairs," she told my wife. "Sure thing. And thanks for the help," Taylor nodded to her friend. "No problem." And then Rebecca left. "You want to talk about it?" my wife asked as I woke up and started to move. "Not really," I said quietly, wincing at shooting pains in my forehead. "That's quite a shiner you've got on your cheek." Gingerly, I touched the spot where Cassandra had punched me and winced again at the fresh pain. "Yeah, complicated story." "Cassandra told me," Taylor leaned against the wall and folded her arms. "But I still wanted to hear your side." "She tell you we lost the deal?" "Yeah." "She tell you I fucked Brittany?" "Yeah." "She tell you Brittany's going to press criminal charges?" "No, Brittany's not. The girl's a little roughed up, but she doesn't want to do that to you. We're going to have to talk about that." "Cassandra tell you I assaulted her?" "'Assault' is such a harsh word isn't it?" "But accurate," I moaned and held my head. "It's not that bad." I sighed. "You know Ashlyn and Dean are a couple, now?" "Yeah. Heard it on the grapevine while I was in Cabo." "I just feel like my world is spiraling out of control." Taylor stepped a foot into the shower, just barely keeping herself out of the spray zone. She crouched down and looked at me intently. I was already curled up and seated in the corner of the shower. But now a part of me wanted to further shrink away. "Johnny, there's nothing we can't fix together. Look, you're still fabulously wealthy and you've still got me. Cassandra's more worried than mad at you. Ashlyn can take care of herself. And Brittany's not even upset with you." Quietly, I said, "It doesn't change me being an evil person." Taylor sighed, her eyes rolled, and then Taylor did something patently 'Taylor- ish'. Something she'd only done once before in a similar situation. She reached up and slapped me, hard. My jaw felt like it dislocated with the impact. The slap was twice as hard as Cassandra's punch, and I couldn't even say 'oww' it hurt so much. I just cowered down for a moment and held my cheek. Taylor cocked her head to the side and glowered at me. "Johnny, stand the FUCK up and act like a man!" she ordered while brushing the water off her sleeve. I stood. "Clean up and then I'll see you downstairs."' ------- Cassandra was on the couch with Taylor in the family room when I arrived. The two stopped their conversation and Cassandra stood up. I became a statue in the entryway as the statuesque blonde I loved so much wouldn't even look me in the eye as she walked towards me. Neither of us said anything until she stopped politely just a few feet a way and bobbed her head. "Sir," she nodded deferentially and then slipped past me. I turned to follow her with my pained expression but she never looked back. I heard Taylor sigh and then she held her arms out to me as I approached. I sagged onto the couch and let my wife embrace me and set her cheek against my shoulder. "Don't worry, honey. She's not going to leave us," Taylor soothed. "This is just Cassandra's way of dealing with things. When she feels like you and her are getting TOO close, she walls up her feelings." "But why does she have to make things so black and white?" I groaned. "In love ... not. Wife ... assistant. Things have never really BEEN that way. She's ALWAYS been kind of a hybrid. She's never fit into any preconceived role." "Why do YOU have to make things so black and white?" Taylor looked into my eyes. "Huh? I'm not." "Yes, you are. You're the one wanting to push her in one direction or the other. Cassandra has some internal sense of balance between loving you and serving you. And from what I understand, you're the one pushing her towards 'wife'. You try and get her permission to move Rebecca in. You tell her flat out you think of her as a wife. And then you say you'll fire her from her assistant responsibilities!" Taylor slipped her hand into mine and intertwined our fingers. "You screwed with her sense of balance and she's trying to counterweigh that by overly emphasizing her servant-assistant role." "Overly emphasizing? She flat out refuses to touch me with out making it clear she is 'servicing' me. I never wanted that! She's not a sex-slave! I respect her too much!" Taylor exhaled and waited several long seconds for me to calm down from my momentary outburst. "You're arguing semantics, honey. To you, it's making love like man and wife. To her, it's fulfilling your every need and feeling good about herself for doing so. You're right, the word 'servicing' has a negative connotation. But what she wants to do with you is the same thing she's always wanted ... to make you happy." "Then get her to stop using the fucking word!" I grumbled. Taylor chuckled. "I will, I will. As long as YOU stop trying to corner her into being a wife. You've already GOT ONE, remember?" I turned and looked at Taylor. "I do. But you KNOW how I feel about Cassandra." "I do," Taylor looked at me, her blue eyes reflecting the depths of the ocean. "I understand. And while I don't think she's as special to me, I'm happy with her role in our lives." My wife squeezed my hand and looked at me intently. "Weren't you happy with our arrangement? Hadn't we found a good balance for the three of us? Or do you really want to push Cassandra in a direction she doesn't want to go?" I sighed and looked down. Then I pulled Taylor to my chest and hugged her tightly. "No, we're good. I may not understand her ... not like you two understand me ... but I can accept that it's what she wants." "Good." Taylor pulled back and held me at arms length. "You know, she's just as miserable as you are. She said you hadn't had sex for what, five days? Since you wouldn't let her 'serve' you, she hasn't had any sex for two weeks! Gawd I would have gone crazy after that long!" I blushed and managed a small smile. "Should I go track her down?" Taylor touched her hand to my cheek and said, "No, I'll talk to her first and then send her to you later." I nodded. I wanted to make things right, but I was happy for Taylor's help. Taylor started chuckling then. "Who'd have thought I'd end up playing marriage counselor for my husband and his assistant?" ------- Taylor had just left me and went in search of Cassandra while I lay back against the couch and contemplated my next move. It was another lazy Saturday morning. The markets were closed and my usual activity of choice would have been morning sex with a beautiful woman; but at the moment, I seemed fresh out. As if on cue, Brittany walked into the family room, clad in her usual uniform with white blouse and black skirt. I sat up straight and immediately evaluated her for injuries. "Hi, Mr. K," she said in her cute helium voice. "Ooh, what happened to your face?" I reached up and touched the bruise beneath my eye where Cassandra had punched me. "Uh, long story. How are you Brittany?" I asked with concern. "Are you hurt?" "No, no. Just a few bruises." She smiled tightly, forcing a cheerier expression onto her face as she stood before me. She saw my probing gaze on her body and she untucked her blouse and lifted the side to show me the purplish marks around her waist where I'd gripped her too hard. There was nothing visible on the exposed skin of her uniform, her face and arms just fine. She started tucking her skirt away again and winced. "Although, it DOES rather hurt to sit down." "I'm sorry," I said with deep emotion in my voice. "I'm really sorry." "It's OK, really," she said as she absent-mindedly rubbed her butt. "But you think you can be gentler the next time?" "Next time?" I asked with my eyes wide open. I hadn't really considered that she'd want to continue. "Yeah. Aren't I one of your girls now?" Brittany asked hesitantly, the first trace of real concern on her face. "Uh, well, I hadn't really thought of it like that." My face screwed up as obvious concern crossed my face. She was cute, to be sure. There was no question I was physically attracted to Brittany. But she hadn't been a planned encounter and her position on the household staff made things very, very complicated. To have sex with her in the first place had been a mistake and I was certain we shouldn't be continuing. Brittany misread the sudden panic on my face and she quickly stepped forward, waving her hands side-to-side. "No, no. I mean, I know you're married, Mr. K. I'm not going to try and make you fall in love with me or something." I DID visibly relax at that, and my positive reaction spurred Brittany on. "It's just ... well, you make me so HOT, Mr. K. I mean ... you're handsome and so ... so POWERFUL." She looked up and around the house as she said this. Obviously, some of her attraction to me and my 'power' had to do with my wealth and the luxurious house she saw around her. And then her gaze turned to me and the hazel in her eyes seemed to transform into golden hue. "And you FUCK like a machine," she husked with serious heat in her voice. I was hit with a wave of sexual energy as the cute vixen stared at me with obvious lust. In the past five days, I'd only gotten off the one session with Brittany and I still had quite the buildup of semen in my balls. But my brain held me back. "Brittany, I'm not so sure that's a good idea. After all, you DO work for me." She took two steps forward, crossing her legs with every step like an exaggerated model's walk. "So does Miss Cooper. Mia Cheng is your interior designer and Rebecca Raymonde is your trainer; they both work for you." Her jaw quivered as she started panting. "Besides," Brittany said in a hurt voice. "You're not just going to fuck me once and then dump me to the side like so much trash, are you Mr. K?" "No, of course not," I immediately protested. I didn't ever want to think of myself as someone who just used people. "Then you'll let me suck your cock, won't you Mr. K? Please?" And with that, Brittany sunk to the floor between my knees and reached forward for my pajama pants. 'I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. I- Holy SHIT that feels good!' Brittany had swallowed half of my dick and she was working it firmly with her tongue and the roof of her mouth. I looked down, and she swiveled her hazel eyes up to meet my gaze while she started bobbing her head up and down, her wet slurping and obvious enthusiasm just as thrilling as it had been last night. Her blonde hair was already tied back in a ponytail for functionality, but she reached up with one hand to brush her own bangs out of her face before turning the hand to my shaft and using a combination corkscrewing-stroking motion while she suckled on my head. "Mmm..." she moaned before backing off. "I looove feeling your cock in my mouth," she growled like a porn star and then swallowed me again to continue her fantastic blowjob. I melted into the couch while Brittany blew me. Her technique couldn't compare to my favorite women, but her youthful looks and raw enthusiasm more than made up for it. And very quickly I felt the pressure building in my balls. "Shit, I'm gonna cum," I grunted. Brittany pulled off me with a popping sound and smiled, now stroking and corkscrewing my shaft with both hands. "Cum in my mouth, Mr. K. I looove the taste of cum. Spurt your hot stuff into my mouth and watch me suck it all down. I'm your cumslut. Use me. Use my mouth. Cum deep in my- URP!" Her words set me off. Before she'd realized it, I'd gripped her blonde head and thrust my hips forward, skullfucking her deeply for two strokes before my cockhead expanded and I started blasting my wad right against her throat. Moaning, Brittany got a grip on my thighs and pushed me back just enough so that she could move my cock to the front of her mouth and resume stroking me while I spewed more and more jism onto her tongue. I'd gagged her with the first blast and she had rivers of semen trickling out the corners of her mouth. But the girl had recovered very quickly and started swallowing. And pumping my rod to squeeze out every drop, Brittany drank all of me down. When I was finished and uncoiled my spine, landing against the backrest with a heavy thump, Brittany held my shaft in one hand and used the other to scoop my cum off her chin and pop her fingers into her mouth. "Thank you for letting me serve you, Mr. K," she smiled and tucked me away into my pants. Brittany stood and posed cutely, thrusting her tits at me and cocking her hips to the side. "Just let me know if you need anything... anything at all... sir." She had that purr in her voice. She turned and started walking out the family room. Her walk hesitated in surprise, and I looked over to see Cassandra was standing just outside the entryway, casting a dark look on both of us. Brittany nervously nodded her head to her boss. "Ma'am." And then she turned and headed away. Cassandra flicked her gaze to me, her eyes a cold grey. Then without a word, she turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Hurriedly, I got up and tried to fix my pants around my hips, stumbling out of the family room after her. "Cassandra!" I called. Her back to me, she held up a hand and angrily waved me off before turning the corner. And then she was gone. ------- The rest of the weekend proceeded relatively smoothly. With Taylor once again with me, sharing her love and sharing my bed, my life couldn't be that bad. But it wasn't like everything else was suddenly better. Cassandra had minimal contact with me as there was no pressing business to attend to. Taylor at first tried to talk to her, but Cassandra had asked for some space and for the moment, we seemed to be at an impasse. On Monday, Rebecca felt like trying to cheer me up during our workout. But Dean's deal cleared escrow that day and I'd gotten the perfunctory news that Morse and his buyers were negotiating with Dean to get their acquisitions. Morse had been apologetic during our golf round Sunday, but business is business. Needless to say, I wasn't in a very amorous mood. On Tuesday, things between me and Cassandra came to a head. A friend of mine was the speaker at a finance symposium downtown. I was already scheduled to attend and support him for the all-day event, although I planned only to join part of the discussions and the luncheon. As a business event, Cassandra was coming with me and it would be our first prolonged contact in quite a while. At first, I was looking forward to the chance to talk to her alone. On the ride over, Cassandra rebuffed my every attempt to start a conversation. She answered my every question with as few words as possible, and despite my best efforts to switch to open-ended questions, she stonewalled me completely. By the time the helicopter was descending, there wasn't a single sound inside the cabin. And so I slogged through the boredom of a finance symposium. Maybe my father had it right. He'd spent at least some of his time investing in movie productions, which HAD to be more entertaining than this. I was especially down not being able to chat with Cassandra throughout the conference, the way we normally did together. In fact, every waking moment beside her served to only remind me of the wall she had once again risen between us, keeping her within view but out of reach. Things only got worse when the luncheon started. While not dressed provocatively, Cassandra was dressed to impress. Her skirt showed off the length of her fine legs and there was no just way to hide her abundant cleavage. We mingled with the other businessmen and she attracted her usual amount of extra attention. One of Cassandra's adoring fans stood out from the rest. He was young, but instead of being cocky like many other young finance gurus, he had a subtle charm and wit that quickly had Cassandra giggling and smiling in a way I hadn't seen her do in weeks. It probably helped that he managed to talk to her face and not to her cleavage. Throughout the day, while not friendly, Cassandra had been professional with me at all times, answering my every question and feeding me information like any good personal assistant. But there had never been a light in her eyes nor had she initiated any conversations with me. But now ... with Tyler ... Cassandra was positively flirtatious. Tyler followed us to our table when we sat down, making a point to talk about business news and the shifting world market with me, but clearly making every effort to engage Cassandra in conversation as well. And as the lunch hour passed, I felt a twinge of jealousy begin to gnaw at me from the inside. She used to chat and giggle like that with me. She used to share with me her cutting observations and laugh at my dumb jokes. She used to be MINE. She still was MINE. She worked for me, but more than that she BELONGED to me. And while just barely maintaining the civil veneer on my face, I pushed my chair back and stood up while checking my watch. "My apologies, Tyler," I said to Cassandra's social companion. "But Miss Cooper and I have another engagement." Cassandra turned to me and her eyes sharpened. She knew quite clearly we had nothing on the schedule for the rest of the day. But she couldn't very well contradict me. "Oh, oh, I understand," a dejected Tyler began, the first cracks showing in his otherwise charming demeanor. He seemed genuinely sad that Cassandra had to go. "Well, Tyler, it was very nice talking with you," Cassandra returned to him and smiled warmly. She deftly flipped open her portfolio and with a quick glance at me, she grabbed a business card and flipped it over, scribbling her cell phone number onto the back. Tyler's eyes bugged out when he saw what she was doing and he glanced at me. I just stared back with my outwardly calm exterior but felt the flaming green in my eyes. But then Tyler returned his gaze to Cassandra's beautiful face as she held out the card. "Call me sometime. We'll meet for drinks or something." With her Aussie accent, the invitation for drinks carried an air of adventure and excitement. "Great, I will." Tyler took the card warmly and they shook hands, with just a little extra squeeze from both of them. As Cassandra stood, Tyler perfunctorily shook my hand as well, and then Cassandra was instantly on her earpiece, calling for the helicopter since we were two hours ahead of schedule. Nothing else was said between us until the chopper arrived. And soon we were in the air for the short hop back to the Montauk house. "What was that?" I verbally blasted after a few minutes of trying to contain the feelings inside me. "Pardon me?" Cassandra turned in surprise at my tone and volume. "What was THAT?" I waved back towards the departing building. "With Tyler?" "That was nothing. That was flirting. I do it all the time." "You don't always give out your cell phone number," I turned my seat and glared at my assistant. Cassandra set her jaw. "Is that a problem? Am I not allowed to give out my number to a gentleman who interests me?" "No!" I immediately answered, quite upset. Cassandra was practically cheating on me. "And why not? You're not my husband, Jonathan. I am a free woman who can do as I choose." "You never have before!" In the entire time since she'd started working for me, Cassandra hadn't shown the slightest inclination in men besides me. Even in our group sex activities, she had refrained from any cock but mine. In fact, we only had two rules for our playmates: that no girl but Taylor or Cassandra could try and make me cum inside their pussy, and that no guy could touch Cassandra. She just wasn't interested. "Perhaps I never met another man who held my interest," she said calmly. "But you can't!" Jealousy raged inside me. "And why not? Do you not think of me as an equal? Like a wife? Like Taylor?" She asked with venom in her voice. We both knew Taylor had free reign to pursue other men, albeit with mutual approval. "No!" My eyes went wide and a thick vein started popping up on my forehead. The very thought of Cassandra with any other man sickened me and stirred up a righteous fury. "You're MINE!" I practically yelled. It seemed like such a selfish, egotistical thing to say. And yet it was exactly what I felt inside. "Am I? I thought you respected me as an individual, as my own person, capable of making my own decisions and seeing whomever I please!" "NO! You BELONG to ME." I finally started outright yelling. "Isn't that what YOU wanted?" "But it's not what you wanted, Jonathan." Her voice was so much calmer and quieter than mine. "Well I want it NOW." I felt my temper flaring and in another moment I would lose control of myself, my arms already twitching with an unholy desire to simply seize Cassandra and physically submit her to my will. She saw the look in my eye. The last time I got this heated I'd nearly tried to rape her and she'd clocked me with a vicious punch. With a cold expression, she said flat out, "Don't make me match the bruise beneath your other eye." Her statement was like a bucket of ice water on my rage. No matter how upset I felt, I couldn't try to get physical with her. Not with my Cassandra. I still loved her too much. The helicopter started its descent to our home's helipad. Cassandra looked out the window and I made one last attempt to get through to her. "I want you with me, Cassandra. Please." She turned to me at the quiver in my voice. I bit my lip and forced myself to say the word. It was just semantics, wasn't it? To her, serving me and making love were the same thing. That's what she'd said, right? "Cassandra, I want you to ... serve ... me." For a second, her eyes softened and the baby blue color shone. But then just as the landing struts hit the pavement, her eyes narrowed and that steel grey came back. "Go find your little slut ... sir. I know she'll be happy to serve you." And then she popped the door and went out. ------- I was angry, and I was hurt. And right now I just wanted to fuck something. I should have known not to go to her. To do so would only further justify Cassandra's anger at me. But I did anyways. She was my willing cum dumpster. I knew almost nothing about her personality or character. She was just a sex object. For what I had in mind, she was perfect. So I went to the kitchen and asked Dorothy where she was. Without a second thought, Dorothy told me and I headed off towards the staff quarters. In the final hallway, I passed Melissa, the other maid, who's eyes went wide as I simply opened the bedroom door and went inside without so much as a knock. Brittany looked up at the sudden intrusion with obvious surprise on her face. She was on a break, sitting at her computer desk surfing the net or doing email or instant messaging her friends. She barely had time to gasp before I crossed the room, picked her up, and with a squeal practically tossed her onto the bed. No words were exchanged as I stripped away her maid's skirt and yanked her thong panties down her ankles. Then the only sounds were incoherent moans as I knelt and shoved my tongue into her young twat and began munching on her sensitive clit. When I was satisfied that she was wet enough, I stood and dropped my pants, the buckle of my belt jingling when it hit the floor. And then holding Brittany's ankles in my hands, I held her legs aloft in a big-V and then thrust my cock forward and into her juicy cunt. We didn't come out for an hour and a half. Sure, Brittany had housekeeping responsibilities and Melissa even came and peeked at us through the open doorway to the Jack-and-Jill bathroom the two maids shared. But what was anyone going to do? I was the head boss. By the time we were done, I'd cum three times. Brittany had my spooge in her hair, on her face, and running down her chin. Her pussy had been fucked raw and she'd even taken another load up her ass, as painful as it was from her previous reaming. It didn't matter, she was my cum dumpster. And in the end, I just passed out in her bed, leaving the young girl a disheveled mess and wondering what the hell she was supposed to do. ------- MARCH I gripped her blonde head in my hands and roughly jerked her towards me over and again. Brittany made little gurgling noises as she fought to breathe, not an easy thing to do with my cock halfway into her throat. She was still rather new to deepthroating. She hadn't been able to push past her own gag reflex the first few times, and when I'd just forcibly impaled her a few weeks ago, she actually threw up in my lap. Undaunted, she tried again after we got cleaned up and managed to wrap her lips around the very base of my cock and hold that position for a full two seconds before coming up sputtering. But now, Brittany had learned to control her reflex and with the exception of a week when her throat was too sore and ragged, she'd practically turned the trick every single day. My conscience bothered me at first for using and abusing the girl. But she never complained once. In fact, Brittany was clearly happier when I just took her and used her whenever the mood struck me. She genuinely wanted to please me, any way she could. With Brittany kneeling before me, I skullfucked the little blonde for another minute, and when I slammed all the way in a final time and held her head there, she started moaning in anticipation of my load. "That's right, my little cumslut," I growled. "I'm gonna spunk directly into your tummy. I'm gonna cum so deep in your throat you won't even be able to taste it." And then I blew. Brittany's head jerked reflexively when my cockhead expanded in the narrow confines of her throat. But I held her in place with my hands as I fired a shot straight into her belly. I heard her choking and only then did I let go. The moment she wasn't being held up by my cock anymore, her body began sagging downwards as she sat back on her heels. Brittany gasped for air and hung her head, fighting for breath at the same time the rest of my jism splattered all over her face. Eventually, she caught her breath and eventually, I stopped cumming. By that time, she was practically dripping with cum. It was matted into her hair and eyebrows and drizzled all over her forehead and cheeks. She wiped a glob away from her eye socket. The last time I'd cum in her eye the thing was red for hours. "Was I good?" she asked in that helium voice. I smiled. Brittany had always been enthusiastic, but her technique had been sorely lacking. Well, practice makes perfect, and she was getting better every day. "Am I a good cumslut?" "The best, Brittany." I put away my dick and zipped up. She smiled happily at me and then I left her bedroom. ------- " ... and then you've a meeting with Carson at 3pm. That's it for today." Cassandra took off her glasses and turned away from the computer monitor. "Will that be all, sir?" I stared off into space, the melancholy I'd been feeling for more almost a month had practically taken over my life, at least around Cassandra. She cleared her throat. "Ahem. Will that be all, sir?" she repeated. I nodded and she stood up to leave the room. She'd taken three steps away from me when I said weakly, "Cassandra?" My voice was so pitiful that she seemed to sag at the sound. But when she turned around, she stood erect and looked at me disinterestedly. "Yes, sir?" "What will it take?" "Pardon me?" I sighed. "I want things to go back to the way they were. What will it take to do that?" My eyes pleaded with her to understand. "That's something you need to figure out ... sir." I winced at every 'sir'. The way she said it was so ... cold. I hungered to hear her purr it, the way she used to. I'd even settle for a casual 'Jonathan'. "Just tell me. Tell me what you want." "I can't." Her jaw set in determination. "If you can't figure it out without me telling you, then you don't understand me yet." "Understand what? I LOVE you, Cassandra!" "What do you love? Do you love having sex with me? Do you love the work I do for this family? For your business?" "I love everything, Cassandra. I love you just the way you are." "Then why couldn't you just let me be the way I was? Why couldn't you just let things be the way they were? Then we wouldn't be having this conversation!" "I will! I'll let you be! Let's go back!" Cassandra closed her eyes and looked down. "You can't uncross a bridge, Jonathan." And with that, she turned and opened the door. To both our surprise, Brittany was just outside, dusting the hallway. I actually saw Cassandra's nose crinkle and her blue eyes sharpen to grey. And then sternly she stalked past the maid and down the hall. "DAMMIT!" I yelled and punched the wall. The painted drywall wasn't designed for that kind of abuse, and my fist went straight through it. A small jagged hole remained when I pulled my hand back, where a few pieces of sheetrock actually broke off and fell into the recessed cavity. The rest of the drywall cratered, but held. Brittany jumped at my outburst, but said nothing. After another moment, I strode out into the hallway. Cassandra was nowhere to be seen. I hurried off in the direction where she'd gone, but Taylor intercepted me just after I turned the corner. "Johnny!" I was ready to cry as my wife put both her hands on my shoulders. "No, no, Johnny," she soothed. I hated to appear weak, especially in front of my wife. My male ego just wouldn't allow it. And so gritting my teeth, I stifled the tears and stood up straight. I started boxing up the sadness inside me and pushed it out of my mind. With the pain of abandonment being locked away, all that was left was my anger and resentment. I wasn't happy, and it was all Cassandra's fault. First, she wouldn't let me love her. Then, she wouldn't let me just go back to the way things were. I'd finally figured out that Cassandra walked to the beat of her own drum. She wanted me just to love her the way she was: not as wife, not as assistant, not as any label. She just knew the way she wanted to love me and I had to let her do that. Only she wouldn't do it anymore. And her stubbornness pissed me off. Rage flew into my eyes now that the tears were gone. A low growl started in my throat and for a second, my grip tightened on Taylor. She was surprised by the sudden change in my temperament and for a second, she actually looked frightened. I wanted to vent my frustration, but I couldn't take it out on her. This was Taylor. This was my wife, my love. Setting my jaw, I let go of her and stalked away. I heard my wife sigh as I stomped back the way I came and turned the corner. Brittany was still in the hallway outside the office. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room, then slammed the door behind me. I pushed the young girl towards the desk and growled, "Bend over." Immediately, the young blonde complied and dragged her panties down to her ankles. Then, while I went to a drawer and retrieved the bottle I was looking for, she pulled her uniform skirt up and over her ass, exposing her creamy skin for me. "Am I a good girl?" she asked innocently. I set the Astroglide nozzle to her sphincter and started squeezing. Brittany just shivered as I opened up my pants and then started lubing up my own cock as well. "You're a naughty girl, Brittany. You're my naughty girl." She giggled happily. When I tossed the bottle aside and reached forward to grip her hips, she spread her legs to the sides and hunched over further, wiggling her ass at me. And as I pushed my dick up Brittany's backdoor, I thought about all my frustration with and longing for Cassandra. For a brief second, I wanted to start crying again. I missed her. I loved Cassandra, and having this wall between us was tearing me up inside. But I was also angry. And when I suppressed that urge to cry again, all that was left was my anger. A snarl was on the tip of my lips when my pelvis pressed up against Brittany's buttcheeks, with my hard, throbbing dick fully embedded into the young blonde's rectum. And then I let the rage take over. ------- APRIL Rebecca moved in on the first of April. At first, we went through a little reverse-haggling. She insisted on paying us rent while neither Taylor nor I wanted to let her. But in the end, Rebecca's need to keep her pride coupled with a very rational argument on her part: adding a full- time guest would mean more work for the Dorothy and the maids, etc. So, Rebecca paid a nominal rent, which Cassandra completely paid-out in extra salary to the household staff. Taylor and I didn't need the extra income; Rebecca didn't feel like she was sponging, and the staff made more money. Everybody won. Taylor was thrilled to have her friend to hang out with and talk to. I think Taylor especially liked having someone around who could power-fuck her (with a strap- on) as hard as I could. Still, Rebecca wasn't moving into the happy-go-lucky home she might have been expecting. Despite her fun with Taylor and occasionally me, she could tell that there was something very wrong in the house. On the surface, everything was as it should be. We were as typical a Hamptons household as could be. I was the wealthy businessman, Taylor my gorgeous trophy-wife, and I was even fucking one of the maids. The rest of the household staff was professional and competent, led by a woman of remarkable efficiency in Cassandra. But that's all Cassandra was now: professional assistant. One Wednesday, I woke up just after 12noon after an all-night fuckfest with Taylor, Charlotte, Rebecca, and Taylor's box of toys. I was alone in bed, bleary- eyed and idly wondering what I'd do for the day. After the Dean/Morse debacle, I'd taken a step back from work and chosen to just enjoy my wealth and leisure for a while. Hell, I was making more money on savings interest than I could spend in a day. It never failed to amaze me just how much your life changes when you no longer have the daily struggle for money to survive. They say money can't buy you happiness (true enough), but it certainly washes away the basic worries of housing, food, and clothing so that you can spend your time TRYING to find happiness. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'd give up all the money to be with Cassandra again. But I'd give up a LOT of it. Just leave us one house and enough money to be comfortable, if not extravagant, and I'd gladly trade the rest to have my old Cassandra back. Not that it was going to happen anytime soon. Cassandra seemed to be firmly locked into her "just an assistant" role and nothing I could say would sway her. She wasn't even slacking in her professional responsibilities, and I felt I had no moral grounds to complain. So on this Wednesday, I got up and waltzed to the bathroom to go through my morning (er, afternoon) routine, but voices from the Master Lounge caught my attention. For some reason, I felt like eavesdropping and I crept to the doorway. " ... can she stand there and do nothing?" Rebecca was asking. "I see the way he looks at her. He's like ... he's like a lost puppy who wants her to take him home. She HAS to see that." "Of course she sees it," Taylor answered with a heavy sigh. "But sometimes she can be so... stubborn. I guess that's why she's so good as what she does. She sees the way things should be and then she does everything she can to make it that way: every detail, every 'i' dotted and every 't' crossed, whether it's a contract or travel arrangements." Taylor exhaled. "I've seen her get the hardest hard-cases to back down just because she had a stronger will to make a stand than they did. Well Cassandra's made her stand. It's just that when it comes to her own emotions, her judgment gets clouded and she's making a stand in front of the wrong choice." I nodded in agreement from my spot behind the wall. "It's not all on Cassandra," Rebecca put in. "John's being a MORON about this." Huh? Taylor sighed. "They're BOTH being morons." "What's he doing with that girl?" Rebecca grumbled. "Can't he see that it's just pissing Cassandra off even more? No matter what he says, she's never going to listen as long as he's boinking the maid." "He KNOWS he shouldn't be doing it. He doesn't show it on the surface, but subconsciously it's in there. Why do you think he hasn't once had her in our marital bed? Why do you think he's never tried to get her in a threesome with one of us? No, he sneaks off to her bedroom in the staff quarters like he's ashamed of her." What? I wasn't ashamed. I had nothing to be ashamed about. "Hmm..." Rebecca mused on that. "You know one time I walked in on him screwing Mia on the pool table? He just turned and invited me to join in. Said it was one of their favorite places together. But yesterday, I walked in on Brittany giving him a blowjob in the laundry room. He freaked out and zipped up. Nearly caught himself in the zipper too. I think he IS ashamed." "Not ashamed enough to stop," Taylor sighed. "Don't get me wrong, I do not begrudge his ability to get pussy. As long as he keeps me satisfied, he's welcome to bang the maids. But he's got to see that Brittany's a poison in this household." "And not just because of how much she affects Cassandra," Rebecca added. "That girl's got a lip on her." "What? What'd she do?" Rebecca shifted in her seat and groaned, "Oh, where to start? When I moved in, you guys said I was a guest, same as I'd been all those times just crashing overnight. Brittany used to be so polite to me. But ever since she started fucking John, she's picked up an attitude." "What do you mean?" "I mean, I tell her my laundry basket is full and she says, 'What? Your big muscles can't carry that thing all the way to the laundry room?'" "She did NOT," Taylor's sounded positively scandalized. "I KNOW! I mean, I'm paying rent and that money is boosting her salary. I'm actually paying her to give me attitude over her JOB?" "Have you told Cassandra?" "No. I wasn't sure what the staff's responsibilities were. I mean, I know they do YOUR laundry but I thought that maybe as a renter, I've got access to the laundry room but it's on me to do it myself. No biggie." "No! I can check with Cassandra but that's not the way it works around here! You're a houseguest!" Taylor was more upset about it than Rebecca was. "And the other day," Rebecca continued. "I was talking to Charlotte in the family room and Brittany came in with a vacuum. We were about to get up and leave so she could do her thing, but she just sat down and joined in the conversation." "Wait, what? On duty?" Taylor's surprised tone was starting to get annoying. "The staff has never done that." "At first, I thought it was no big deal because technically, isn't Charlotte part of the household staff?" "No. There's a reason Charlotte and Cassandra have rooms upstairs. Yes, Cassandra runs this place but those two are employees of me and Jonathan personally, and they're our friends. The household staff like the maids, the drivers, and security are all ... staff. You'll notice they don't join us for meals. And it's not proper for Brittany to join you socially either. If it was her off-time, that's one thing. But especially not while she's on-duty with a vacuum." "Well, she just plopped down and started chatting with us. She even made a comment about being one of quote, 'John's girls'. And when Dorothy came to scold her into going back to work, she barked at Dorothy to leave her alone." Taylor sighed heavily. "It's not right. I love that man to death, but he can be such a blockhead sometimes." "Men..." Rebecca mourned. "I can't stand them sometimes, but they've got a monopoly on fantastic cocks." "I have to talk to him about her," Taylor said sternly. "This is my house as much as his now, and I can't let this continue. Thank god he's only been screwing her for less than two months." "And look at what she's done in so little time," Rebecca added. A knock sounded off against the far door. "Come!" Taylor called. "Oh, Brittany!" "Lunch is ready, ma'am." "Thank you, we'll be right there." The door closed and then Rebecca piped up. "Should we go wake John?" "No, let him sleep." Taylor then hummed. "After lunch, maybe you'll help me give him a proper wake-up call?" Giggling, the two women left. I turned and leaned my back against the wall, not realizing how uncomfortable I'd gotten twisting around like that to eavesdrop. I sighed ... I've got a problem. ------- After getting dressed and doing my routine, I managed to slip downstairs without anyone noticing me and headed straight for the staff quarters. I was in luck in that Brittany's door was closed, usually a sign that she was in there. I wasn't sure what I was going to say yet, but I knew that stopping our affair was most likely the best thing to do. Just when I was about to knock, I heard a loud female voice saying something in anger. My hand froze, and my hearing sharpened as I focused on the sound. Apparently this was a day for eavesdropping. "Young lady, you have GOT to learn your place." Cassandra's stern voice carried an extra vibration through the door. "And who are YOU to tell me my place?" Brittany's helium-voice cut right through the obstruction clearly. "You're just another servant in this house." "I am your boss, young lady. And if you can't respect that and respect the other members of this staff, then there's no place for you here." "I do! I have. But things are different now. You can't just treat me like another maid." "That's your JOB." "But that's not all. I'm one of you now." Brittany paused. "Actually, I'm BETTER than you now." "Excuse me?" Cassandra couldn't have sounded more shocked. There was a giggle in Brittany's voice. "I'm one of John's girls now. I'm not just a member of the staff anymore. I'm special to him. He LOVES me. And you? You're not even one of his girls anymore. He won't touch you. Everyone in the house knows it. So what can you really do to me?" "I can FIRE you, young lady," Cassandra sounded both angry and hurt at the same time. "Try it. I'll go to John myself. Who do you think he's going to choose?" There was a taunt in Brittany's voice now. "He doesn't need you anymore. He's got me." "You come back here RIGHT NOW, young lady!" Cassandra thundered. "Young lady, young lady. You're not even thirty yourself. Or is that why he left you? You started acting old and boring and he got tired of you? You couldn't make him happy anymore?" "I'm not going to let you bait me." Somehow, Cassandra had managed to calm herself and her voice was icy cold. "I wanted to talk with you alone for one reason, and that's because you're disrespecting the staff, Brittany." "Why? I'm better than them. I BELONG to HIM now." "No one belongs to him, Brittany," Cassandra said with a hitch in her voice. "You work for this household." "Whatever. I'm one of his girls now. Why should I have to keep doing all these menial chores?" "Those chores are your job, Brittany. If you won't do them then we'll have no choice but to let you go." "Fine. You do that, and I'll move into one of the guest rooms." And with that, the door in front of me popped open and I came face to face with a very surprised Brittany. Behind her, Cassandra looked ready to cry, something I hadn't been expecting to see from the usually strong and stoic woman. In a quiet voice, I said, "That's not going to happen, Brittany." "What?" she asked, not understanding yet. I looked at the blonde maid warily. "We've got to stop sleeping together." In disbelief, the young girl turned back to Cassandra and then looked to me again. "You mean, I can't work for you and keep sleeping with you. I need to stop being a maid and become a girlfriend instead, right?" "No, Brittany." I sighed. "Look, I know I've taken advantage of you. You were trying to seduce me, but the fact is that I'm your employer and our relationship is not proper. And it can't continue." "Wait, what?" Brittany asked with a touch of fear in her voice. I sighed and summoned all of my internal strength. Talking to Brittany like this was harder than making a speech in a packed auditorium. "I'm ending our affair. I'm sorry, Brittany." "You can't," she started crying. "You love me!" "I don't." "You do! I'm ... I'm special. I'm your cumslut." The tears were rolling freely down her face. "Brittany, I'm sorry." "So that's it? You use me and then throw me away?" I winced and closed my eyes. "You still have your job here. Uh, you WILL need to do the duties Cassandra is asking you. I'm ... I'm not throwing you away." I sighed, "But we need to stop sleeping together." "You're dumping me," Brittany said flatly. I sighed. "Yes." The young blonde's jaw quivered as the look of despair on her face gradually transformed into a look of pure hate. A tear dropped off her chin and she sniffled loudly before barking, "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!" And then she marched past me and disappeared down the hall. The whole time, Cassandra had been quiet and standing aside, her expression unreadable. After Brittany left, I turned to look at her, trying to see some reaction of any kind. But there was none. We just looked at each other for a long while. Eventually, I told her quietly, "Cassandra. I'm sorry for being such a moron." When she didn't respond immediately. I hung my head and then walked away. ------- Like everything in an enclosed house, word spread within minutes. I think Melissa, our other maid, overheard at least part of the conversation. Then she told someone on the staff, and he told, and on and on. My guess is that Dorothy told Taylor. In any case, when Taylor came to me I was reclined on my favorite chair in the Master Lounge. It was a plush "cuddle chair", more like a twin bed with a backrest and padded arms. The thing was designed for two to snuggle up together and ideal for watching a movie. "You want to talk about it?" my wife asked as she silently crossed the room. "Not really," I furrowed my eyebrows and generally radiated get-the-fuck-away- from-me signals. But Taylor simply slid onto the chair and I automatically opened my arms so she could spoon herself against my chest. "It was the right thing to do," she said softly. "I feel like a jerk. I used that girl." "She wanted it." "That doesn't make it right." I sighed. "I've got to find a way to make it up to her. Send her to college or get her a good job or something." Taylor didn't have an immediate response to that. She just snuggled her head against my shoulder and pulled my arms tighter around her body. I couldn't help but look down into her perfect cleavage and then quickly looked away, feeling like an immoral letch. I sighed against the back of Taylor's head. "And I've been so wrong about Cassandra, too. You're right. I pushed her too far." Taylor was silent and just waited for me to get it out. "One thing," I began. "What happened with Brittany cleared my head about the issue with Cassandra." "How?" Taylor asked softly. "Brittany really did want to 'serve' me. She just wanted to be my fucktoy. And I never really respected her. But Cassandra? She would have never let me do that to her. There's a difference between 'serving me' and Cassandra's idea of 'serving me', you know?" "Huh?" Taylor craned her head around to give me an odd look. I sighed. "Cassandra's ... unique. You were right, honey. I was too black and white. When she said she didn't want to be my wife, when she said she wanted to BELONG to me, I thought that meant she wanted to be submissive to me. I thought she wanted me to dominate her and tell her what to do, force myself on her. But the second I tried that she punched me in the face." Absently, I touched the spot on my cheek where the bruise had faded but the pain had not. "And then, when I thought she didn't want me to force her but she still wanted to 'please' me, to 'serve' me and thus feel happy just by physically 'serving' me and making her into my sex toy or something, she got even angrier." Taylor put in. "And it didn't help when you made Brittany your sex toy." "No it didn't. It just reinforced to Cassandra what direction my brain was taking me. I couldn't wrap my head around a middle-ground. Either I loved and respected her as a wife or lover or girlfriend, or she was my property to use." "But that's not Cassandra, honey." Taylor reached up and stroked my cheek. "You need to love and respect her for what she wants ... which IS to make you happy. But she's already got an idea in her head of how to do that. Like everything else, she's already decided the best way to make you happy. And she's stubborn enough that she won't let you or anyone else change her mind about what's best for you." "You knew all this?" "Of course. I'm your wife." "Then why the hell didn't you tell ME?" "Until now, honey, you wouldn't have understood if I tried." I sighed in annoyance and squeezed Taylor harder. "Women..." We were quiet for a few moments. And then Taylor asked, "So what are you going to do?" "I don't know. I've got to convince her I'll let her run my life." "That IS her job," Taylor chuckled. "And mine. Johnny, the sooner you let the two of us make all your decisions for you, the happier you'll be." "Whoop-SHH!" I made the sound effects while miming a whip. "That's my man..." ------- The intercom buzzed. "Sir, madam," Edward's voice rang out. Taylor leaned over and hit the switch on the end table. "Yes?" Our butler stated, "Miss Cooper would like to meet Mr. Kwong in the entry foyer." Taylor looked at me. I frowned at the formality of the whole thing. Why wasn't Cassandra just coming to see me directly? With a tight expression, I nodded. Taylor hit the transceiver. "We'll be right there." A minute later I came down the main stairs and my heart fell into my stomach. Cassandra was dressed for the outside cold and a roller suitcase stood on the floor beside her. "Cassandra?" I said with obvious worry in my voice. "Please don't tell me you're leaving." "Sir. I'm requesting some time off to visit my mother." I exhaled, relieved that she hadn't just said she was quitting. If she'd gone, she would have taken part of my heart with her. "Just promise me you'll come back." Cassandra looked at her feet for a moment before fixing her gaze on me. "Jonathan, I want to come back, but..." she trailed off and looked at me with sadness. "Look, I think I finally understand." I spread my hands wide and tried to project all the honesty and acceptance I felt inside. Cassandra nodded, searching my eyes. "That's good. That's good. I just need some time to think and ... and to be away from you, Jonathan. I'm afraid that seeing you every day is clouding my judgment." I nodded. "Fair enough." I gave her a frank look. "Cassandra, I love you." She practically melted when I said it and for a moment, I thought she might change her mind and stay. But then Cassandra drew her shoulders up and straightened her spine. "I'll always love you, Jonathan." My lips began to quiver as I felt moisture forming in my eyes. Her statement had a finality to it that almost sounded like a goodbye. But before I could say anything else, Cassandra turned all business. "Call me if you need anything. Charlotte is more than capable of running the day-to-day operations while I'm gone. And-" "Just go," I interrupted, fighting back my tears. "We'll be fine. Just go." With a tight smile, Cassandra nodded and then turned, heading for the helipad. When she was gone, Taylor slipped her arm around me. "She'll be back." I exhaled, releasing my control and I felt the first tears hit my cheeks. "I know," I sighed heavily. "I know! I KNOW." I kept reminding myself verbally, doing everything I could to convince myself. In the end, I hung my head and bent over, bracing my hands on my knees. "But it still hurts like hell to see her walking away." ------- Still depressed, I finally pushed my plate away and let out a long exhalation. From my spot at the head of the table, everyone else was able to look over at the sound of the placemat gliding across the wood. From my left side, Taylor glanced at Charlotte and Rebecca for a second before turning her gaze to me. My own eyes were on the empty seat where Cassandra always sat to my right. Taylor got up and walked behind my chair, her hands going to my shoulders and neck where she began to rub me. "Good lord you're tense, Johnny." "It's kind of been a trying day." "Well then," Taylor slid her hand down my arm and interlaced her fingers through mine. She started pulling me out of my seat. "Come my husband, let me relax you..." My eyes immediately shot up at her word choice. The phrase 'relax you' reminded me immediately of what Cassandra had offered me for those weeks I'd been rejecting her. "Yes, Johnny. That's what I mean by 'relax you'," Taylor said with a gleam in her eye. "It's love ... not servitude, understand?" I did. Taylor managed to pull me to my feet and then she glanced back at the table. Something non-verbal was communicated between her and Charlotte, and then the pretty brunette was standing to join us. I looked over just in time to see Rebecca express something in her eyes as well, and when Taylor smiled and nodded my personal trainer also got up from her place at the table. "You know we're supposed to wait a while after eating before engaging in strenuous physical activity," Rebecca said with a smile on her face. "I won't tell my trainer if you don't," Taylor grinned. And then she led me to the stairs, followed closely by our two friends. ------- Fifteen minutes later I was limp and naked and face-down on my bed. The three women had been working in concert to relax my body with the relatively innocent method of massage. Charlotte stood at the foot of the bed stroking my legs. Rebecca was pulling on my arms and stretching out my fingers. And Taylor was literally straddling my lower back and putting all her weight into her arms to work the kinks out of my back and neck. They worked slowly and firmly and with every long stroke, I felt a bit of my stress melting away and another part of my brain turning off. By the end of the fifteen minutes, I was practically asleep and floating on the bliss of physical relaxation, all worries about Cassandra and Brittany and Ashlyn and Dean and Morse gone from my mind. I was barely conscious when I felt myself being rolled over onto my back. I smacked my lips and felt ready to go to sleep when a new sensation of warmth began spreading through my body. It actually took a while before I realized the sensation was coming from my crotch, and as my eyes fluttered open I finally figured out that my cock was encased in the wet caress of someone's mouth. I looked down to see a dark-haired head bobbing up and down me, sucking firmly while delicate fingers tickled my balls. My erection was probably the only tense part of my whole body. And when she turned her head up, saw her face at the same time Charlotte smiled around my cock and then continued blowing me. A second after Charlotte smiled, her eyes flew open and she squeaked as her body jerked to the side. She was kneeling on the bed, pretty much on all fours while she fellated me. She got her balance once again and then her face mellowed considerably as pleasurable sensations were certainly coursing through her body. I looked to the side and saw Rebecca standing at the foot of the bed behind Charlotte, grinning with satisfaction as she manipulated Charlotte's crotch from behind. I realized then that both women were completely naked. Rebecca's obviously- fake and obviously-wonderful tits stood out proudly on her chest, barely jiggling despite her motions. They held my attention for a few seconds before motion to my left caught my attention and I saw my wife climbing on the bed, fully naked herself. For a moment, I evaluated the three brunettes, all so different from one another. Taylor's hair was almost black and cut short, her deep blue eyes intense and her lingerie-model body the very definition of what made other women jealous. Charlotte had more of a girl-next-door prettiness, with loose light brown hair and clean features to go along with an average bust and slender figure. And then Rebecca the Amazon, her chestnut brown hair long and braided, light muscular definition throughout her body enhancing that supernatural bosom. But then Taylor moved over my face, stopping any further comparison as her bare pussy was lowered over my lips and I extended my tongue into my wife's snatch to get at her honey. "I love you, Johnny," Taylor looked down at my eyes, now that she had my full and undivided attention. "Whatever happens, you've got me." I nodded and then focused my attention to show my wife how much I appreciated her. It was kind of odd. I'd always thought of Cassandra being the ever-loyal and permanently by my side kind of love. Taylor had been the flighty one, dating me and dumping me and then screwing me and leaving me and having other boyfriends. But ever since I finally made my choice to stop pursuing Nicole and settle down with her, my wife had become the permanent fixture by my side. Sure, she had her dalliances and I spent more time with Cassandra, but Taylor had still always managed to provide the adrenaline rush and thrill of excitement that had first attracted me to her, and yet be supportive and dependable at the same time. And now, as she brought two other beautiful women into our bed to help cheer me up and relax me, I was reminded again of why I loved my wife. I looked up, smiling at her with my eyes while she looked upon me adoringly. Kaitlyn had once spoken of the way her boyfriend Jeff looked at her. Taylor had that look right now. While I'd been eating out Taylor and having our wordless bonding of love, Charlotte was making use of my other end as she'd turned around and started riding my cock, feeling my thick shaft penetrating her while facing my feet and having Rebecca lick at our junction. I brought my wife to orgasm first, Taylor dumping an ocean of nectar onto my face. But just one didn't fulfill me just yet. No sooner did she start coming down from her high than I gripped her thighs tighter and started pushing my gorgeous wife towards another climax. "Ohhh, Johnny ... so fucking good..." Her voice was joined by Charlotte's, who moaned, "Oh, Rebecca ... your tongue is sooo good..." Charlotte came rather quickly, the triple sensation of cock in her pussy, Rebecca's tongue on her clit, and Rebecca's nails on her nipples setting her off just seconds after her boss. Momentarily satisfied, she dismounted and then Rebecca pounced onto my glistening wet shaft to taste Charlotte's love juices wrapped around one of her favorite popsicles. I got Taylor off a second time shortly thereafter. This time, when my wife was done howling at the ceiling, she collapsed onto her back. A re-energized Charlotte took the opportunity to lick Taylor's fluids off my jaw, pausing every once in a while to actually kiss me, giggling before returning to slurping up her boss' flavors from my face. And when she was done with that, Charlotte went directly to the source as she buried her head into Taylor's crotch. But I had other plans. I motioned Rebecca to stop sucking me and then moved Charlotte out of the way. Taylor grinned and shrieked as I grabbed her and repositioned her on the bed. Then grabbing her ankles, I lifted and folded my wife before me as I nudged my rampant erection between her thighs and then pushed my cock into her drenched pussy. "Oh, FUCK, Johnny," she crooned as I penetrated her. "Fuck me, honey. Fuck me HARD." I was only too willing to comply. And as Taylor reached her hands up to touch my face lovingly, I held her legs and worked to slam my dick in and out of her. Meanwhile, Rebecca and Charlotte rolled together on the bed beside us, quickly maneuvering into a sixty-nine with Rebecca on top, physically dominating the smaller Charlotte beneath her and attacking the young brunette's pussy with gusto. But for now, all my focus was on my Taylor. I'd moved my arms to her shoulders while Taylor hooked her legs over my thighs, her feet pointing toes-forward like arrows. We rhythmically humped at each other, our tongues intertwining as we kissed and kissed and breathed and moaned in the heady passion of lovemaking. "Oh, Taylor, honey." "Yes..." "I LOVE you," I said with a conviction borne from my absolute adoration of her. Even in this emotional nightmare with Cassandra and Brittany, my wife had been a stabilizing force. Who'd have ever thought Taylor Brynn would be the dependable one in this relationship? She reached up and cupped my cheeks in her hands. "I love you too," she answered with the same conviction. And at the same time, she started on some incredible inner muscle massaging, a technique she'd begun to master for getting me off whenever she wanted to. "Oh, Taylor..." I groaned feeling her pussy contracting like a third hand around me. "Cum for me, Johnny. Cum inside me. Fill your wife..." I groaned again and sped up, hearing the answering whimpers as Taylor also started in on her next climax. "I can't wait! I wanna feel you shooting inside me! Bathe my womb in your sperm, honey!" "Oh Taylor!" I groaned. "Johnny!" she moaned. And then I blew. My hips slammed forward, driving my cock as deeply into her channel as I could, pushing my mushroom head all the way to the front of her cervix as I began spitting out great wads of cum, hosing down my wife's innards with what felt like a gallon of semen. Taylor started cumming around my second or third blast, her inner muscles spasming out of control as she clutched my back and bounced her hips. My consciousness started to get fuzzy as the incredible feelings surrounded my entire body. And as she held me and I pumped out more jism into her body, my wife and I felt as one. ------- "You relaxed enough now?" Taylor asked as I became aware once again of our surroundings. I blinked and realized I was still buried inside my wife, my cock slowly deflating. "Yeah..." "Are you finished?" She asked. There was a gleam in her eyes that told me she was hoping I wasn't just yet. "I got one more in me," I told her. She grinned. "Good. That was lovemaking. But now, I feel like some... dirty ... fun right now." "Yes, ma'am." Taylor looked over and motioned for Rebecca to move. Charlotte was practically drooling as she lay flat on the bed, delirious but happy. She moaned at first when Rebecca stopped crushing her but then her eyes lit up as Taylor straddled her assistant's face, using her hand to pinch her own pussy lips together until she was in position and then I had a clear view of Taylor letting my spooge dribble out of her onto Charlotte's waiting tongue. Meanwhile, Rebecca returned to reviving me, alternately licking me clean and then sandwiching my cock between the fun pillows on her chest as soon as I was hard enough for her to pull it off. Taylor and Charlotte soon occupied themselves together while Rebecca lay back and hurried me into her as soon as she got me hard enough. I was still perhaps only 85% erect, but once inside Rebecca's tight pussy, she quickly got me all the way there. We started happily thrusting away at each other before Taylor flopped over and got Rebecca's attention again. "Becca. Get the strap-on." "Hmm?" Rebecca looked over while I slowed, but didn't stop drilling her pussy. Taylor got a wicked grin on her face. "I want Charlotte to sit on my face while you pound me with the strap-on. And all the while Johnny will be sandwiching you with his dick in your ass. How does that sound?" Rebecca smiled and looked at me. "Is your wife great or what?" ------- For the next few days, Taylor managed to keep me occupied and not too depressed. She arranged a quick hop to Washington D.C. to visit museums and run around the Mall on Segways and act like tourists around the Lincoln Memorial, The Washington Monument, etcetera, etcetera. Charlotte was proving almost as efficient as Cassandra is making all the arrangements for us. The city was also quite pretty in April. The little trip also kept me out of the house, away from Brittany and away from more obvious reminders of Cassandra. And as the new week approached, I found myself rather reluctant to return home. I didn't want to face all my troubles just yet. In fact, on the Monday we were scheduled to fly back home, Taylor called up Charlotte and was about to ask for details on hopping down to Orlando and being kids at DisneyWorld when Charlotte uncharacteristically interrupted Taylor. I was reclining on the bed in our suite when Taylor went rigid so abruptly that I was immediately on alert. "What's wrong?" Taylor started barking questions into the phone. "Are you serious?" "When?" "How much?" "Fucking BITCH!" "Okay." "Yes, of course, of course." "Sure, go ahead and call Cassandra." "I knew this could happen." "Okay. An hour? We'll be ready to go." Taylor finished up and hung up the phone. When she looked at me, her face was ashen. "What's going on?" I asked hurriedly. Taylor's lips were tight. "Brittany's extorting you for five million dollars." ------- "It's not much, but there's enough here to make a civil lawsuit." Richard, my lawyer, looked at me across the table. Taylor was sitting to my left, holding my hand. Cassandra was to my right, fire in her eyes. It wasn't the reunion with Cassandra I'd been hoping for. We'd been apart for five days, but all we had time for was a chaste hug and a word of encouragement before we went into our meeting with the lawyer, who'd been poring over the documents. Richard continued, "Miss Chisholm has semen stains on one of her maid's blouses. There's no bruising or major physical damage. But since she got checked out by a doctor on Friday evening, only three days after your last sexual encounter, there is some slight anal tearing. But still, they can't prove rape." He turned over the medical page and went to the next one. "The only real thing they've got against you, John, is that she was a member of the household staff and one of your employees. She does have grounds for a sexual harassment case." I nodded. That was the big difference between someone like Mia or Rebecca, who were independent contractors, and an actual employee of mine. One of them could of course still sue me, but Brittany being my maid just made things so much more complicated. Richard looked at me and then at both women flanking me. "Realistically, a jury wouldn't award her anything close to this kind of money even if she managed to win a sexual harassment case. The bigger problem for you is the publicity. They know that. Just before you arrived, I spoke with Miss Chisholm's attorney. I don't think they really have any intention of filing a lawsuit. They're simply holding a potential lawsuit and all the public exposure over your head. It's extortion, but I'm not sure you have much choice in the matter. Still, the decision on how to proceed is up to you." It was all my fault. And now it was coming to bite me in the ass. I already swore to myself I wouldn't cum inside a woman I couldn't completely trust to avoid any paternity issues. And even though I thought I could trust Mia and Rebecca and Kaitlyn, there were still some risks involved. But I'd KNOWN I shouldn't have touched Brittany. Not only was she an employee, I didn't know anything about her personality. If I had learned more, I might have known that she was capable of this. Still, I supposed I couldn't even blame Brittany. I HAD used her and she was quite hurt. She'd gone home for the weekend and someone had talked her into taking the opportunity presented in front of her. Even though she was extorting me, I couldn't bring myself to hate her. I tapped the table and sighed. Everyone was waiting for me to decide. I looked up at Richard. "What do you think they'll settle for?" "Hard to say." Richard steepled his fingers. "Based on typical attorney posturing, I think the 5 million figure is ridiculous. My best guess ranges from five-hundred K to two mil. That's high, but it's because you've got a very high net worth." I looked at both Taylor and Cassandra. "What do you think?" Taylor looked down. "Settle. She'll take the money and run. I don't think she really wants to hurt you." Richard put in, "I must point out, John, that your public image would not be severely hurt if they filed the lawsuit. Things like this happen every day to a man of your wealth and stature. I believe Donald Trump was sued for sexual harassment six times last year." "But not me. And like it or not, I do deserve this." I sighed. "Cassandra, what do you think?" My personal assistant looked at me, her eyes wavering for a moment as she warred with a set of emotions I didn't comprehend. But after taking a deep breath, the cool, calm Cassandra came to the fore. "I think you should talk to her." "What?" "Set up a meeting. Talk to her, just the two of you. And then you can decide. I think Taylor's right. She doesn't really want to hurt you. Brittany is young and impulsive and she got swept away by dreams of being your girlfriend and living like a pampered trophy wife. But she's not evil." I looked at her and then looked at Richard. My finger waggled back and forth between the two of them. "Set it up." ------- "Hi, Mr. K." "Hi, Brittany," I said and took a deep breath. She looked at my shyly for a moment, looking intimidated by the whole situation. She nodded to someone outside the door and then stepped inside, closing the door behind her. At once, she seemed to shrink as she looked around my office with its cold metal surfaces and black finishes. I'd planned to chat in the office because it was a closed room with comfortable chairs facing each other. A bedroom was out of the question and the various living rooms were too exposed. But as I saw how nervous Brittany looked and the way she kept scanning the room, I decided the location was a bad idea. I got up and went to the patio door. Putting my hand on the handle, I looked back at the young blonde, clad in casual clothes. I wasn't used to seeing her wearing anything but her uniform. "Would you like to go for a walk?" She looked at the door and then around the room again. Silently, she nodded. I opened the door and then Brittany followed me outside. She visibly relaxed once outside the confines of my office. Slowly, I started walking around the pool, heading for a path that would take us down to the beach. The salt air blew through our hair and felt great on the relatively warm and humid day. Brittany soon fell into step beside me. "My lawyer didn't want me coming here, today." "Why did you?" "I ... I wanted to see you again. Not for ... well, just to see you." Brittany hesitated, and I just waited her out. "I'm sorry about all this. I wasn't really thinking and this is all so ... so big." "It's not too late to call it off." "He said you'd try to talk me into dropping the whole thing." Brittany hugged herself and squinted against the wind. "Your lawyer?" "Yeah." "That's because he gets a cut of any settlement. He'd be really pissed off if you dropped it." "I suppose." Brittany looked down at her feet, her flat shoes sliding along the dirt and sand as we got closer to the beach. We walked on in silence the few yards further until we came to the dunes. "Why are you doing this, Brittany?" She came to a halt and I stopped two steps ahead of her, turning around. The girl grimaced and swallowed. "He was right. I shouldn't have come." "Why not?" "Because ... this is wrong. This is extortion, right?" "Yes." She looked up at me, her hazel eyes beginning to tear up from more than just the wind. She took a deep breath and looked away from me. "Can we go back?" I sighed. "If you want." I started walking but Brittany made no move to leave the spot where we were standing. There wasn't anyone around for a hundred yards. "It's easier not to feel guilty when I can't see you. I know what I'm doing isn't right. I haven't even told my parents. It was a friend of mine in town who told me I could probably get a boatload of cash from you." "You can," I said honestly. "I could really use the money," she said quietly. "But ... but I worry that the guilt will eat away at me. The money would be tainted, wouldn't it? I'd always have to remember how I got it. Like I was a whore or something, sleeping with you for that money." I looked down, not wanting to comment on that particular point. Brittany turned and stared out across the ocean, still arguing with herself. What was her price? Could she live with herself? "What do you want, Brittany?" I stepped to her side, my elbow just inches away from hers. "If it's money you want, you can have it. But you WILL have to live with yourself for how you got it. But if it's something else, tell me and I swear I'll do my best to help you figure it out." She turned on me and glared. "You threw me away, John. You USED me." "I did." I said and looked down. "I'm not proud of it. But I did. And for that I will forever be sorry." "Why?" she wailed and started crying. "Why'd you do it?" "I..." I sighed. "You're beautiful, Brittany. You're beautiful and sexy and you were offering yourself to me. I was going through a very rough patch and I couldn't resist." "Didn't you have feelings for me?" I closed my eyes and looked at my feet again. "No." "Then why'd you keep going? Why did you make me believe I was just like your other girls?" I bit my lip. "I don't know. Brittany, you were very, very good. Even now I can't help but look at you and remember how fantastic the sex was." Even in her anger, I caught the slight glint of pride in her eyes before she looked away. "But that was it, Brittany. I was sexually attracted to you and nothing more. And these things don't always go beyond that. Surely a girl like you knows what that's like." She shrugged. "Sure. All men are the same. They see a nice ass and a pair of tits and nothing else." I turned to her and stepped right in front of her. Without thinking, I put my hands on her arms and looked at her closely. "Brittany, I'm ashamed to say that's all I saw too. But I know there's more inside you, even if I never took the time to see it." My eyebrows canted to the sides and I looked at her sincerely. "How can I help you? I don't think it's just throwing money at you. You'll never be able to live with yourself. But I DO have a lot of means at my disposal. So what do you want to do with your life?" Brittany looked at me oddly, as if she didn't understand. I looked her straight in the eye. "Did you want to go to school? I can set up a fund to pay for your tuition and books and everything and talk to the admissions staff. It wouldn't be a payoff for sleeping with me. It would just be ... I don't know ... a scholarship for a person of significance in my life." I could see the wheels start turning in her mind. "Did you want a particular career? I've got great connections and I can get you an internship somewhere or get you into a cooking school or..." "Could you send me to California?" she interrupted, true excitement on her face. "Huh?" "Well ... I always wanted to go to Hollywood. As a little girl, I always wanted to be an actress. But I don't have any money or know anybody or anything about how to start. I hear horror stories about girls showing up on the bus without any money and trying to be a waitress or winding up as prostitutes just to make ends meet." "It would never come to that," I said hurriedly, latching onto the hope of averting a legal disaster. "I'll get you a condo on Sunset. I'll pay for acting classes and get you some spending money. And my father used to be a producer. I'm sure there are some connections we've got." "Really?" Brittany seemed really excited by the idea. "Really. Look, let's forget the lawyers and the money and everything else. Brittany, I am very, very sorry for what I did to you. It was totally wrong and I was doing it for the wrong reasons. I DO want to make it up to you. I'm only sorry it had to come to this but you've got to believe that I would have wanted to find a way to make it up to you anyways." Brittany blushed and looked down. "OK. OK." She nodded and looked off towards the ocean, her brain obviously running a mile a minute as she contemplated just how much her life would be changing. "Okay!" Brittany then shouted and turned to me. And before I realized it, the young blonde launched herself into my arms and hugged me tightly. After everything we'd been through, I was shocked. "Brittany?" "Oh, oops." She let go of me and stepped back. "I probably shouldn't be doing that." "Well, I'll bet your lawyer's got a pair of binoculars on us right now." "Hmm, well then maybe he'll see this." She got a wild look in her eyes and before I could stop her, she grabbed my head and kissed me. I felt a shudder go through my body. For all we'd been through, Brittany HAD been quite good in bed, ready and willing to "serve" me in any way. But then she pulled away and left me gasping. "Wha-?" Brittany smiled. "I don't HATE you. I mean, I'm not HAPPY with the way things turned out, but ... I get it." "Thanks for being understanding." "Thanks to you too, Mr. K. For the whole Hollywood thing. I ... I'm sorry it came down to this." Bewildered, I tried to ignore the kiss. "But we have a deal?" I asked hopefully. She put her hand out. "Deal." I shook her hand. "Your lawyer's going to be pissed." She shrugged. "He's a scumbag anyways. Cousin of the friend that told me to sue you. He's been hitting on me ever since we met." "Well, he's probably going to try and collect some legal fees. Let me know and we'll take care of them. And if you want, we'll get everything in writing." "You don't have to, Mr. K. I trust you." I arched an eyebrow. I hadn't actually be very trustworthy to her in the past. She laughed. "Besides, if you don't I can always sue you again," she grinned. "And you ARE a decent human being. Since I started working here I knew that. Even if I WAS dreaming about being a rich man's girlfriend, I wouldn't have tried seducing you if you weren't a GOOD man, too." "There are plenty of rich men in Hollywood." "Why do you think I want to go there?" Brittany stuck her tongue out at me. And together we started walking back towards the house. As we came up the ridge, we could see that Brittany's lawyer was waiting for us by the pool. Richard, Taylor, and Cassandra weren't much further away. Brittany nodded ahead. "She still loves you, you know." "What?" "Miss Cooper. She's still madly in love with you." Brittany sighed and hugged herself again as we walked forward. "I know she's a big reason why you needed to stop sleeping with me." Brittany furrowed her eyebrows and glanced down before looking back up at me. "I hope you two can work it out again." ------- "You got REALLY lucky, you know that?" Cassandra took off her glasses and rubbed her temples. I was looking over her plans for Brittany's move, ranging from shipping of her personal effects and first-class plane tickets to acting schools and a place to live. I gestured to the real estate dossiers. "Well, condos in Hollywood aren't CHEAP." "You KNOW what I mean," Cassandra sighed and looked at me. "Yeah, I know." Cassandra looked over the whole package. "Do you realize that this whole thing will end up being more than you've paid ME since I started working for you? Especially with the condo." I frowned and looked more closely. "Really?" Cassandra cracked a smile, a very welcome sight that I hadn't seen in a LONG time. "Maybe I should threaten to sue you and walk away with a big settlement. After all, I DO work for you too." With quiet seriousness, I said, "I'd give you everything to make you stay." The smile evaporated off of Cassandra's face and she sighed, looking at me intently, her paperwork forgotten. "You mean that?" "You already know I do." "Why is it so easy for you to say that and so hard to just let me be me?" Cassandra sighed again and looked hurt. "Because you're incredible, Cassandra. I've never met anyone like you. I don't think I've ever even HEARD of anyone like you. And our relationship is just so ... so ... strange. You're not my wife. You're not my girlfriend. And you're not just my assistant. You're ... you're just YOU. And it's hard for me to wrap my head around that." "I bust all categories," she said with a hint of pride in her smile. "You do. And you break my heart." "Mine too." She sighed. "You've talked with Taylor?" "Yeah." Cassandra gave me a Cheshire grin and looked away. "She surprises a lot of people. You think she's just a hot, sexy vamp out to have fun as much as possible. But she's pretty perceptive." She rolled her sky blue eyes over to me. "You married a good one. You don't need two wives." "Maybe not. But I still need YOU. Just as you are. The way I love you." Cassandra seemed to melt with happiness. For the past year, people who knew about our situation would often ask me, 'How do you make it work, loving two women at the same time?' I had to tell them honestly, it wasn't me. Cassandra was simply incredible. I loved my wife and my wife loved me. Cassandra just found a way to always be a part of our lives and never be intrusive into it. She made it work almost entirely on her own, without jealousy or expectations. I finally understood, and Cassandra knew it. But then she got a sharp look in her eye. And with a huff, Cassandra bitched, "Do you realize I haven't had dick in over a month? While you're mourning with Taylor and Rebecca and Charlotte I've been going to sleep every night masturbating to thoughts of you!" I suppressed a grin. "Sorry. I'll make it up to you." "You'd better," Cassandra pulled the clip out of her hair, letting her long, fine blonde tresses fall free. She shifted her posture and all of a sudden I was much more aware of her incredible bosom trying to bust free of her blouse. "Yep. I'm declaring this week Make-up-with-Cassandra week. All Cassandra, all the time. Nothing but you and me." "No!" the statuesque blonde pouted as she got out of her chair and moved to loom over me in my chair. "I want Taylor's tongue on my clit." I grinned. Cassandra matched my smile and then pressed her lips to mine. I felt my universe being washed away as the thrill of kissing Cassandra, my Cassandra, came rushing over me. I felt as well as heard her sharp inhalation for oxygen as she bore down even tighter, clamping our mouths together while our tongues snaked out and intertwined. A desperate moan of relief left me to be met by a whimper of happiness as she cradled my head to hers and we let our passion and love take us away. Somewhere along the line, her hands were at my slacks and my fingers were at her blouse. I felt the stiff, unyielding pad of my chair pressing into my back, and for a moment, I pulled my lips away. "Bedroom?" I gasped. "No time," she husked and then planted her lips on mine again. I took the time to refocus on unbuttoning her blouse, and then she was frantically yanking off the sleeves and then unclasping her own bra, spilling out her heavy orbs out onto my chest. Cassandra's tits would always be the biggest, roundest, most amazing things I'd ever seen. I lifted her up so that I could bury my face in her cleavage. My tongue and lips thrashed her nipples, suckling and biting and licking. Cassandra chirped my name over and again while clutching me to her chest. She'd also managed to settle her crotch over the boner in my pants, grinding herself against my hardness. "Oh, Jonathan! I need you in me! Now!" She got up and hurriedly began unfastening her pants. She'd already gotten the clasps on my slacks undone, and I quickly jerked them down my legs and kicked them off my ankles. Once I lifted my undershirt over my head, I was buck naked in the office chair. Cassandra soon stripped herself, and as she wriggled out of her panties I stared hungrily at her wet slit, topped by a finely trimmed patch of blonde fuzz just above it. And when she stood up straight, my blonde goddess took my breath away. Long, long legs. Shapely hips tapering to a tight waist. Firm torso with just a hint of her ribs, and of course the voluminous breasts. Strong shoulders and a slender neck led to her breathtakingly beautiful face, and I wondered again why such a gorgeous creature loved pathetic, stupid me. "Are you ready for me?" she asked in that otherworldly sensual Aussie accent. I just nodded dumbly. She slid onto the chair, her knees on each side of me. And while she stared hotly into my eyes, the sky blue almost a sparkling turquoise, without looking she grabbed my shaft in hand and guided it into place as she sunk down and impaled herself. "Yes..." She hissed and closed her eyes as she descended. More than a month without a cock had tightened her up considerably, and I groaned at the exquisite pressure as she slowly buried me to the hilt. And after she hit bottom, her eyes snapped open and she looked straight into my soul. "Fuck me, Jonathan. Fuck me..." She suited her own words to action as she began to rise and fall, pistoning herself along my rod. She started into her familiar rotating gyrations, circling around my pole in wide arcs while her torso undulated to a rhythm only in her head. I clamped my hands onto her hips, guiding her for a bit before I started tensing my ab muscles, hunching myself into her. It was not an easy thing in the chair, designed really just to tilt back and not for up and down motion. And then with a growl, I stood up with her still impaled on my cock, lifting Cassandra and then planting her butt on the edge of the desk. Brittany's papers were forgotten for now. We'd figure them out later. Cassandra sighed and laughed as I lay her back across the desk and then started pumping into her. "Oh yes ... like that ... like that! ... Mmm..." I moved my hands up to her jiggling breasts, squeezing the heavy titflesh that I struggled to spread my fingers around. "Fuck me, Jonathan! Fuck me! Oh, Jonathan! It's sooo good! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck ... Fuck me, Jonathan!" I was more than happy to oblige her, ramming my cock to the hilt on every stroke. She began to buck her hips against me, even though she had nothing but the hard desk surface to push off of. I ducked my head down and started taking little bites out of her tits and suckling her nipples. And after a few more minutes, Cassandra's body began twitching in the pre-tremors of her impending orgasm. She lost the rhythm, and then I lost the rhythm, but neither of us cared as our hips automatically knew the dance as we both crescendoed towards the climax of our morning. I dropped my head to the desktop next to hers, my lips rubbing at her neck as she clutched my chest against her own, crushing her tits into me. "Fuck me, Jonathan! Fuck me, Jonathan! Don't ever stop fucking me!" My hips kept up their own thrusting as did hers, and then suddenly she had driven her hips up into the air, holding them there as she cried out and bit down on my shoulder, squealing in ecstasy as she came. "Fuuuuuck! Oh, I'm cumming. I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum inside me! CUUUUUM!" And I was cumming. My crotch crashed into hers and held there as I unloaded both barrels of sperm, blasting what felt like gallons of cum straight into the back of her womb. Load after load of creamy goodness poured out of me and filled my sexy assistant's pussy, so much that I could feel it leaking out from around our joining. And when we were both finished, our bodies crashed back down to the desk in a weighted thump, no more sounds except for heavy breathing as we tried to catch our breaths. "Oh, Cassandra..." I moaned in delirious happiness for being joined with her once again. I was doubly happy that my head was pillowed on her tits. "Jonathan..." she gasped. "Jonathan..." She patted my head. After all we'd been through, we'd survived and our love would endure. A musical lilt came into Cassandra's voice. "I hope that was good for you... sir." Her purr was back. ------- Chapter 3: The Party MAY I grunted and gripped her tight ass harder, pulling her body against me despite the viscous resistance surrounding us. Her long, lithe legs were scissored behind me, holding her own weight while she thrashed in our lovemaking. I grunted again and really began to pound her. Our movements were slow, but powerful and steady. I pushed our bodies forward until her backside was pressed up against the far wall. There was a glass partition there that made a distinct thumping sound each time her hips slammed into it. The glass reverberated far louder than any concrete wall would have done. That sound, the water sloshing, and her ecstatic moans together filled the cavernous area and echoed around us until we were surrounded by an aria of lustful pleasure. With metronomic precision, her ass banged into the glass. I'm sure her asscheeks were flattening just slightly for the viewing pleasure of anyone who happened to be on the other side of it. Not that I cared to find out. I was too busy reaching my orgasm. All at once, she shrieked with a final call of, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum inside me! CUUUUUM!" I did just that. My cock felt the internal spasms of her pussy going into overload, an uncoordinated assault of pressure and flowing honey vibrating against my sensitive skin while I slammed myself to the hilt inside of her and exploded. My dick spat out burst after burst after burst of creamy goodness where the sticky jism lodged itself against her inner walls. She thrashed about uncontrollably, her hair flying into my face and her torso shaking so much she was splashing water everywhere. It was all I could do just to hold on and not lose my footgrip on the floor beneath me. If someone were on the other side of that glass, they would undoubtedly see her asscheeks quivering against the transparent panel while my own hips quivered against hers. In the end, the miniature tsunami settled down in the pool as the water calmed to an almost flat surface. Taylor lay her head on my shoulder and sagged against me, tightening her long legs around my waist. With the waterline coming up to our chests, natural buoyancy made her feel light as a feather, and I held her easily and tenderly while we both panted and gasped to catch our breaths. For the umpteenth time I silently thanked Jeff Lee for designing this indoor pool area. Despite the unseasonably cold weather outside, I still got to play naked water nymph with my wife. In the corner of my eye, I saw a disembodied head rise above the flat deck around the pool. The light face stood out in stark contrast against her jet black hair, perfectly framing her obviously Asian features. To the casual observer, the floating head might look a little strange. But I knew there was a hidden staircase recessed into the floor and the beautiful girl had only climbed high enough to see at us. "Hi, Mia," I said. "You been down there the whole time?" "Yes, the whole time," came the response in a clipped Hong Kong British accent. She rose just a little higher until her naked shoulders came into view, interrupted only by the thin string of a halter-top bikini around her neck. Her arms came up, elevating the plush bathrobe she wore as she hitched it up and onto her shoulders, wrapping the warm fabric around her body. She folded her forearms on the deck and rested her chin on them. "That looked like fun. Can I be next?" Taylor giggled against my neck, tickling me just a bit. She said nothing but simply nuzzled her nose against my shoulder line, offering affectionate little pecking kisses along the way. I turned back to the pretty Asian girl. With a sly grin, I tossed off a rather dirty comment in Cantonese, sending the girl into a tizzy of sexual excitement. Taylor, who didn't understand the words but got the meaning, giggled again and then slowly dropped her legs to the pool bottom. She was quite a tall woman and stood just a few inches below me. She began to pull back her long bangs, her arm position thrusting her large, round tits into my face. Her head twisted as she glanced around side to side. And with a sensuality in her voice that I adored tremendously, she asked, "Now where did my bikini go?" ------- A few minutes later, Taylor and I had toweled off and slipped into plushy bathrobes. We followed the stairs down to the Underground Bar, an intimate Zen alcove illuminated mostly by the giant aquarium-grade glass panel which ran the full length of the room, separating the pool water from our dry little hideaway. The lights outside and in the pool filtered through the water to provide a dramatic blue hue that cast over everything in the room. Muted recessed lighting in the corners chased away any real shadows, but it still took us a moment to adjust to the dimness. A statuesque brunette was behind the bar, already mixing me up a vodka martini and a Cosmo for Taylor. She moved with a lithe grace, muscles flexing in her arms as she moved. Her bikini was brief to show off her sizeable store-bought breasts to maximum advantage. I have absolutely no problem with fake tits, and their unnatural firmness allowed for an unsupporting bikini top more effective at teasing me than preventing back pain. "Thank you, Rebecca," I said warmly when she handed us our drinks. Taylor offered her thanks as well before the brunette settled back into one of the chaise lounges and slipped into her own plushy robe. Taylor and I eased ourselves down onto a wide couch to relax with my gorgeous wife nestled under my left arm. This place, with its cool blue illumination, had rapidly become a popular place to unwind. Perhaps subconsciously, everyone who came down here found themselves speaking softer and more slowly, just barely above a whisper. I saw that both Mia and Rebecca had books on side tables next to their chaises with discreet reading lamps nearby. I surmised that Taylor and I had interrupted their quiet time when we jumped into the pool. From here, the girls must have had a clear view of the entire episode from playful splashing to stripping of swimwear to the fucking right against the glass. Searching across the viewing panel for a moment, I swore you could still see the imprint of Taylor's asscheeks on the transparent surface. I can only imagine how things must have looked a few minutes earlier. Mia, perhaps sensing my thoughts, settled in on the right side of me and snuggled up to my shoulder while I wrapped my right arm around her. She shed her bathrobe and slowly rubbed herself against me. Our little show must have gotten Mia quite horny and she was panting softly with arousal. For a while, the four of us just enjoyed the peacefulness and chatted aimlessly. When you're as loaded as I am, there's a lot of free time to just enjoy without any worries. The flush of recent exertion left me and the first bit of alcoholic buzz was mellowing me out. Besides, having two beautiful women to cuddle with on either side does wonders for relaxing a man. But then, Mia's rubbing against me became rather more urgent, and she began whimpering softly. "Give me a break, just for a minute?" I pleaded. "I'm not as young as I used to be." Mia pouted prettily. She was 22, but half the time she acted like a dreamy teenager. Her tongue went into my ear, "Please, John. I have this empty space inside of me. And only your thick cock can ever fill it." Somehow, her accent made the words even more alluring. I'd first met Mia late last year doing the interior design of the new house. In the short time before she shacked up with a new boyfriend, Mia had shown us an addictive blend of nymphomania and flexible creativity: she was a gymnast in bed and she seemed to want sex constantly. And then last month she'd broken up with the boyfriend, and for the past two weeks the beautiful Chinese girl had spent nearly every day at our house. Despite my recent climax, I felt iron hardness returning to my dick as Mia continued rubbing herself against me. "Hmm, I suppose I can't leave such a beautiful woman with an empty hole inside..." "John," Rebecca's voice floated over from her chaise. Her tone was deep and had an obviously scolding note in it. "Don't forget that you have a workout scheduled in an hour. Don't go wasting away all your energy." "Workout?" I protested. I gestured up to the glass panel. "What did you call that? Fucking underwater is murder on my legs." In answer, Rebecca set down her Gatorade and settled to her knees in front of me. And leaning forward so that her breasts hung downward to give me an inviting view of her cleavage, she reached up and squeezed both of my biceps. "Well then, we'll have to focus our efforts on your upper body." Mia had not given up, her tongue still in my ear as she panted breathlessly. Her left arm was cradling my head while she turned my face to meet hers for a passionately deep kiss. Her lips were intoxicatingly spicy and her tongue expertly sparred with mine as she moaned erotically. When she pulled back, I held up my index finger to Rebecca. Right now, I was thinking with my other head. "Why don't we postpone the workout for another hour? That'll give me plenty of time to play right now." "Again?" Rebecca complained. "Johnny," Taylor's voice interrupted with a business-like tone that almost broke the mood. "Cassandra warned me to remind you about your conference call with the board at four o'clock. You can't push the workout back." And just like that I made my decision. My right hand reached forward and cupped around the firm globe of Rebecca's left breast, squeezing gently. My left arm was still clutching Taylor to my side. And I turned to peck Mia on the lips for a brief moment. "Fine then. Sorry Rebecca, the formal workout in the gym is cancelled. I promise I'll make it up." "But ladies," I continued. "I propose we go take a shower to clean up and we'll see if we can't find workout enough for everyone." ------- Part of the new home design had included a wonderfully luxurious locker room extension, worthy of a professional sports team. Rather than traipse back across the mansion, the one-room co-ed dressing area had ample room to store swimsuits and other casual wear in personalized lockers, complete with vanity mirrors. I sat back in a comfortable chair, just watching my ladies shrug off their robes and then strip out of their brief swimwear. All three girls got playful with it, flashing me glimpses of nipple or bending at the waist to drag down bikini bottoms. And once they were all naked, Taylor and Rebecca headed off to the shower while Mia came over to undress me. It took a good three minutes for her to remove my robe and swim trunks, what with her tongue planted in the back of my mouth and all. It's a miracle I didn't just take her right then and there in the dressing room. But at last she pulled me up and out of my chair and led me into the wide, multi-head showering area with a ten-person capacity. I'd clearly had sex in mind when working with Jeff on the shower design. For practical purposes, there were 10 ceiling-mounted rainfall shower heads and 30 horizontal sprays. For recreational purposes, I installed a state-of-the-art rubberized floor for comfort whenever I wanted to fuck someone flat. And a similarly textured bench was placed in the center for more convenient sexplay. At the moment, Taylor was reclined flat on her back across the bench with Rebecca folded over her in a sixty-nine position. Six shower sprays were arcing across the room to splash over their bodies while each woman expertly ate out the other. Taylor was in full-out attack mode as she munched on Rebecca's bare- shaven pussy. Rebecca, meanwhile, was being a little more careful with her lover's snatch. She'd spread Taylor's nether lips wide, letting the chlorinated water out while darting her tongue in and out to taste my cum still embedded inside. Once Mia got a few shower heads turned on and surrounding us, she wasted no further time. She flipped around and inverted so fast I could barely react before her legs went around my neck. My arms grasped her torso as Mia got herself positioned upside-down with her head at just the right position to suck the entire length of my cock down her throat. This was what I meant by Mia's flexible creativity. All I could do was hold her up while she gave me an upside-down blowjob, and I leaned my back against the wall to give me extra support, lest I drop her. But I still had to support most of Mia's weight in my arms, so I supposed I was getting that upper body workout Rebecca had wanted for me. The sensations Mia was producing in my cock were absolutely exquisite. Undeterred by the occasional splash of water, her head bobbed back and forth on me with incredible suction while her arms gripped my ass to keep her in position. Meanwhile, with her legs wrapped behind my head, I found myself staring down at her juicy pussy. Mia was a few inches shorter than me, but I found that by pulling her body up just a bit I could reach her with my tongue. She was neatly trimmed, and the oozing of her honey was an obviously different texture and flavor from the water pouring around us. Mia had re-applied herself to sucking the crown of my dick and released her right hand to pump at my shaft. And all too quickly she had me at the brink of orgasm. Taylor and Rebecca beat me to it. Their ecstatic moans echoed in the enclosed space of the shower and I turned my head to watch them twitching together. And with fire in my eyes my arousal picked up another notch. Now I wanted to FUCK someone. Rebecca rolled off and allowed Taylor to dismount the bench and stand-up. I directed Rebecca to have a seat and spread her legs while I lowered Mia to the ground. Then turning the light Chinese girl around, I placed her on all fours on the floor where she was able to plant her face into Rebecca's honeypot. Settling to my knees behind Mia's tight ass, I gripped her hips in my hands and leaning forward, burrowed my way through her constrictingly tight tunnel. Mia's happy moan filled the room as I sank deeper and deeper down her pussy. When my crotch was pressed all the way against her buttcheeks, I let out a sigh of satisfaction and stayed there for a moment, my dick buried to the hilt. Taylor, meanwhile, actually soaped and rinsed off. "I'm checking out, Johnny. I'll go make sure lunch is ready." With a final jiggle of her naked tits in my direction, she left. Mia had not been idle in eating Rebecca out. The statuesque brunette had her eyes closed as she brushed her fingertips across her own swollen nipples and panted lustily. "Mmm, so good sweetie. Ooh, right there. Just like that! Ooh, so good!" Rebecca kept up a constant stream of directions while the Asian nympho happily munched away. By then I was causing some distraction as I pulled back until just the tip of me was still inside and her tight pussy was closing up. And with a firm push I split her right back open and thrust all the way deep down once again. Mia squealed and wriggled her ass, and I let my balance shift side to side as she quivered in a small orgasm. That was another thing I loved about the cute nympho, she was easily orgasmic. Some people are just blessed. In the midst of Mia's writhing climax I reached down and palmed a firm tit with my left hand and let my right fiddle with her engorged clit, spurring her orgasm to higher heights of pleasure. I could feel her pussy muscles spasming around my hard rod. And just when she began to recover, I pulled back and started a freshly rhythmic pumping. Mia's ass was kind of bony, really. There wasn't much padding on her thin frame and I knew from experience that if I really began reaming her out I would bruise my own pelvis in addition to bruising her butt. That would just make sex painful for her in the near term. And for all of Mia's kinks and sexual urges, pain was not on her list. She was too happy/bouncy a nympho. So I thrust steadily, enjoying her tightness as I settled in to find my own orgasm. Mia would undoubtedly have a few more on her own. As for Rebecca, I could HEAR that Mia was doing just fine at working over the taller brunette. You can't be a bisexual nymphomaniac without learning a thing or two about eating pussy. And after six minutes of active sexual workout, Rebecca cried out her latest climax (her third from Mia, I think). I lost count of how many orgasms Mia had. Some of them I'd inflicted with my hands on her tits and crotch. Some of them were self-inflicted while my hands were gripping her hips. And some seemed to come out of nowhere, with no sexual contact between us save for my cock in her snatch. However many there were, I found myself starting down the path of no return during Mia's second-to-last climax. They were getting stronger the longer we fucked and with this latest batch of pussy muscle massaging I'd felt my balls compressing in readiness to burst. Mia had so much orgasmic lubrication that it was literally dripping out from around our joining every time I pulled partway out. And so my cock was a rapid blur of pistoning motion as I began drilling her at breakneck speed. Two seconds before I exploded, Mia lit off first. Her head came out from between Rebecca's legs and her fingers pulled out from Rebecca's juicing pussy as she shrieked to the heavens to announce her biggest orgasm yet. That did it for me and I yanked out of Mia and hurried around the bench to Rebecca's head, jerking my own shaft as my cockhead expanded and began spurting out glob after glob of cum all over Rebecca's pretty face until she managed to wrap her lips around the head and start swallowing my spunk. I found that my voice had joined Mia's in a chorus of ecstasy as we rode through our climaxes, and some time later my dick spit out its last wad and I collapsed to my knees and then sank back on my heels. For the umpteenth time, I mentally thanked Cassandra for recommending the rubberized floor; otherwise my kneecaps would undoubtedly be bruised by now after doggy-fucking Mia. Rebecca, for her part, just collapsed onto her back across the rubber-textured bench, her bare tits wobbling enticingly but remaining nearly vertical. She was gasping for breath, a rarity given her remarkable athletic endurance, but Mia just has that effect on everyone. I could see the steam rising from her naked body, and it wasn't from the water around us. Speaking of which, I could feel my skin starting to wrinkle. I craned my neck and ordered into thin air, "Computer! Water off!" The speaker system chirped a confirmation, then a moment later all the shower sprays ceased. I suddenly noticed how much quieter everything became; the only sounds that of three people panting in pleasurable relief. Mia and Rebecca shared a significant look, a look I didn't recognize, followed by an obvious glance of Mia's up and down Rebecca's gorgeous body. From Taylor to Cassandra to these two, I'd been noticing looks like that in just the recent past. It was as if my women possessed an innate ability to non-verbally communicate with the other girls in a way no mere man, like me, could understand. Mia crawled over to Rebecca where the two shared a tender kiss. And then Rebecca turned to me. "My turn." It was a statement, not a question. For just a moment, I groaned. I was pretty tired. Now I know it's unusual for a guy to turn down sex with a Greek Goddess brought to life, like Rebecca. I honestly thought Taylor was one of the prettiest women I'd ever seen, Cassandra had the most glorious assets, and Mia the most playful nympho I'd ever met. But Rebecca's impossible-zero-percent-body-fat-lean-sculpted-yet-beautifully- feminine body just screamed sexual dynamo. She was a naked Sports Illustrated fantasy come to life. And she had Angelina Jolie's lips. No man would ever turn down someone so wonderfully fuckable. And yet, I was Jonathan Kwong ... billionaire. I had a bevy of beauties and the fact was: I could get laid any time I wanted. If I passed up this opportunity, one of my ladies would get my rocks off at a later time of my choosing. But then Rebecca held her arms out, wrists together and palms upward. She took on a pouty expression and as if she'd spun on a dime, she switched from haughtily bold to petulantly submissive. "How do you want me?" Her voice was a purr. She'd been taking pointers from Charlotte. My cock was already halfway there. ------- After I'd spunked my third load of the afternoon up Rebecca's asshole, the three of us cleaned up and then headed for the dining room. Taylor, Cassandra, and Charlotte were already there. Mia and Rebecca went to take their usual places while I went to the head of the table. As I sat down and Dorothy's staff began bringing out our lunch, I surveyed the table and felt simultaneous feelings of both pride and guilt. In the past few weeks, Taylor had been making comments about my growing "harem". It was a term that I felt had a negative moral connotation, hence the guilt. And yet I couldn't argue that the term seemed to fit, and in fact my male ego found it a source of pride. It had all started back in February when Rebecca and Jeremy broke up. I didn't really know the guy, save for our occasional orgies where his buff body and big cock were big crowd pleasers. Likewise, I hadn't really known Rebecca very well. We had a good sexual chemistry and as my private trainer, we'd become decent friends over the course of our regular in-home workouts. But after the breakup Rebecca had kind of latched onto Taylor as a friend she could talk to and confide in. Rebecca became a frequent presence in the house to hang out with Taylor. And my own sexual encounters with her also rapidly increased as I was a convenient source of dick while she was without boyfriend. By April, she just moved in with us. We had plenty of space and Rebecca's apartment lease was up, so she moved in and her rental payments all went to increasing the salaries of my household staff. It was a win-win situation for everyone around. Meanwhile, Mia had completed the interior designs of our place long ago. She was just an insatiable nymphomaniac who constantly showed up at the house because between Taylor, Cassandra, Charlotte, Rebecca, and me, she knew there would be SOMEONE up for a little recreational screwing and she could trust that we wouldn't take advantage of her naiveté. While Mia hadn't formally moved in with us yet, she pretty much had a guestroom already dedicated to her. And since Rebecca had set the precedent for moving in, I felt it was just a matter of time before Mia made her residence official as well. I hadn't set out to do so, but one couldn't escape the fact that I was regularly fucking five beautiful women who were all living under my roof. The term "harem" fit. So I looked across the table: Taylor and Charlotte to my left; Cassandra, Rebecca, and Mia to my right. And for a moment, I imagined that this must be what life was like at the Playboy mansion. Every day that my life continued like this, that little twinge of guilt went away a little more. Soon there would be nothing left but pride. ------- JUNE "Matthews, I'm not going to tell you how to do your job," I stared down my VP of Sales and then carefully reworded things in my head so that it wouldn't seem like I was telling him how to do his job. "But there's no sense making these acquisitions if you're just going to dump them to whoever shows up at your door first. Berkshire would have given us ten percent more for that company." "Yes, sir," he nodded. "Don't just nod. Go out there and DO it." "Yes, sir," Matthews nodded and then immediately left the office, shutting the door behind him. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. "He's good. We still made a profit. But sometimes he sees the dollar signs in his face and he's too quick on the trigger." "That's what his wife tells me," Cassandra deadpanned and I could HEAR her smile from behind me. "You don't have that problem ... sir." I turned and grinned at my assistant. She sashayed over and then sat on the edge of my desk. As she leaned over, her blouse hung away from her chest, giving me an up-close view of her full cleavage. "It's SUCH a turn-on when you dress down one of your employees. You just seem so ... powerful..." Cassandra husked. I smiled and then quickly reached up to snatch her head out of the air, pulling it and her towards me so that she collapsed into my lap and we pressed our lips together. Cassandra moaned into my mouth. "Mmm ... Jonathan..." But then her tone shifted. "Jonathan, if you keep that up we're going to be late for dinner." Reluctantly, I released her and Cassandra stood up to smooth out her skirt. Still feeling the power rush both from yelling at Matthews and from Cassandra's ego- padding, I stood and then fixed my gorgeous assistant with a cold blue stare. "Miss Cooper," I stated. "Yes, sir." "Give me your panties." She hesitated. "Now." A small smile crossed Cassandra's face. "Yes, sir." She bent and slid down the white thong she was wearing, stepping out of it and then handing it over. I pocketed the flimsy white cloth and then started out the office door. Cassandra followed immediately. We entered the elevator and spun back to face the doors. A split-second after the doors closed, I found my back slammed against the wall as Cassandra launched herself at me and shoved her tongue into the back of my mouth. Inwardly, I smiled. There'd BETTER not be any more stops on the way down to the lobby or somebody was going to get fired. ------- "Hi honey. Sorry we're late," I bent and kissed Taylor's cheek as we came up to the table she currently shared with Charlotte. "SOMEONE..." I nodded my head back towards Cassandra, " ... got a little frisky in the elevator." "No problem," My wife sipped her Cosmopolitan and smiled. "Charlotte wanted to bet me it was something like that. But I knew better than to bet against you getting ... frisky." I shrugged. "How was the shoot?" "Boring. As usual. Why do you think this is my second Cosmo?" I was just about to answer when a high-pitched squeal of "Taylor!!!" sounded off a few feet away from us. All four of us turned at the sound. And then mixed surprise and happiness blossomed on Taylor's face. "Ashlyn! Kate! Hey!" The stunningly beautiful redhead and her willowy platinum blonde friend had stopped their hostess. Ashlyn immediately gestured towards us and seemed to ask if they could join us. The hostess nodded and then immediately the two models slid around our booth, which was big enough for eight. "Wow ... haven't seen you in a while," Taylor gushed. "Well, except that you and your new boyfriend are on all the entertainment mags nowadays. I swear you two have taken the 'it' couple crown away from me and Johnny. How are you doing?" "I'm good, I'm good," Ashlyn nodded. "Just here for a shoot. Kate's keeping me company." "Ah, I'm doing Valentino," Taylor answered. "Which shoot are you on?" "Maxim." "Again?" Taylor reached out and put her hand on Ashlyn's. "What's that? Four covers?" Ashlyn started nodding but then our waiter came by to take drink orders. Ashlyn also got a Cosmo and Kate got a Cran-vodka. Cassandra and I ordered non- alcoholic drinks. Ashlyn rolled her eyes at our non-cocktails. But she didn't say anything and we started up an idle conversation. Taylor got into model-gossiping and the rest of us made small-talk. I flirted a bit with Kate and unsuccessfully tried not to flirt with Ashlyn. The whole while, Ashlyn bounced energetically in her seat. Even when our drinks arrived she seemed too wired to even drink it. "Well you look quite happy tonight," Taylor mused. "Love does that to you..." Ashlyn swooned. Taylor was mid-sip, as was I. Both of us nearly gagged on our drinks. Taylor recovered first. "Did I just hear the L-word come out of your mouth?" "Yeah. Can you believe it?" Ashlyn grinned and turned to her friend. Kate just rolled her eyes. "Try getting her to shut up about it." "Oh, Taylor. Marty is SUCH a wonderful man. Nothing at ALL like you'd painted him to be. He's attentive and warm and he absolutely worships me." I was skeptical. "Really?" Ashlyn's eyes flashed. "Never underestimate my powers of persuasion." She grinned predatorily at me. "If you weren't Taylor's husband I could have turned you into putty in my hands." I smiled nervously and glanced at Taylor. I wanted to believe I could have resisted a woman like Ashlyn. But the truth was, for all my love and devotion to my wife and to Cassandra, quite often my cock did my thinking for me. "Anyways, I've no further need for you, Johnny. I have my own perfect sugar- daddy now." The last sentence was directed at Taylor. "He's gorgeous and so charming. He's rich and on the way up. I think he's tripled his net worth in the last year alone." Then Ashlyn looked at me and Cassandra. "Did you know about this huge deal he made in February? I don't know the details, but right after it closed, he offered to buy me a Ferrari!" She giggled. "Like I know how to drive a Ferrari!" I shared a meaningful look with Cassandra. The deal in question was the one he snatched from under my feet, still a sore subject. "So anyways," the redhead chatted on. "He got this new apartment on 5th Avenue. And we're being chauffeured in this brand new Maybach. And oh, he's been talking to be about a trip to Fiji! Didn't you guys go to Fiji?" I rolled my eyes. It all sounded so familiar and nostalgic for me, and yet the thought of Martin Dean doing the same with Ashlyn was starting to boil my blood once again. "And on top of all that. Marty is aMAZing in bed. He's got this horsecock and oh, my gawd, the things he can do with that weapon. Right, Kate?" Ashlyn turned to her friend, who blushed bright pink all the way up to her ears. The redhead continued to tease her blonde friend. "Maybe we'll bring you to Fiji with us, how does that sound?" While Kate was looking embarrassed, Ashlyn was just gushing with pride. "Good lord that thing fills me up sooo well..." It WASN'T a visual that turned me on. Ashlyn having sex would be arousing, but having it with Martin Dean simultaneously turned my blood green with envy and black with resentment. As if reading the emotions running beneath the surface of my face, Ashlyn then smirked at me, saying, "I dare say I may have gotten the better prize, Taylor." I was about to blow. But before I could do so, Taylor slipped her hand into mine and squeezed gently. "Nuh-uh, Ash. We're not getting Johnny all riled up and competitive over your boyfriend. Johnny IS an incredible fuck when he's angry, but not here in the restaurant." "Why not? You afraid of a little exhibition?" Ashlyn grinned with her tongue popping out to tease Taylor. "Or maybe the four of us should get together so we can compare notes?" If the thought of Dean with Ashlyn annoyed me, the very idea of Dean with Taylor was downright infuriating. My hand reflexively squeezed Taylor's hand hard enough to make her cry out and then suddenly Cassandra's hand was on my thigh, pinching sharply to get my attention. Belatedly, I released Taylor's hand. Taylor shot a glare at me for hurting her and I felt my own ears turning red in embarrassment now. Ashlyn's brilliant blue eyes swiveled back and forth between me and Taylor and a little smirk spread across her face. She'd gotten to me and she knew it. Taylor just rolled her eyes and admonished me, "Don't be so sensitive, honey." And then she launched right back into a new conversation with her model friends. I couldn't wait for dinner to be over. ------- JULY "We're heading out, honey." I looked up to see Taylor and Charlotte, dressed for a day out. Cassandra and I were in our home office, looking over the latest research. "Where to?" I asked. "Meeting up with Ashlyn and Kate." "Again? That's the third time this week." "What can I say? It's much more convenient to visit now that she's moved to New York. Anyways, the weather's getting warmer. If you're lucky, I'll come home with some new bikinis! Ashlyn's got a great eye for detail and for what looks good on me." I sighed, "Everything looks good on you, Taylor." "Then I'll have to come home with something SPECTACULAR." My wife blew me a kiss and then headed off for the helipad. I looked at Cassandra, who just shook her head. "Did you REALLY want me to be like THAT?" She pointed towards the open door. I chuckled. "No. Two Taylor's might actually have bankrupted me. I love you just the way you are," I smiled. "And don't you forget it," Cassandra grinned. "Now, the Bishop report is saying that..." ------- "So what do you think?" Taylor grinned, her deep blue eyes already tingeing a violet color. I knew the look. Taylor's eyes only went purple when she was aroused, and from the eager expression on her face, I knew to decline would be a great disappointment for her. "Inviting us to a party tomorrow? Isn't that kind of short notice?" "You know Ashlyn. She's so flighty and spontaneous." "But do we even KNOW these people?" "I know these people. They're all in the modeling world. Many of them are my friends." I sighed at that thought. "Your modeling friends are pretty wild, Taylor." "It's a Fourth of July barbecue, Johnny. How wild could it get? Besides, we don't have any set plans for tomorrow and I think you'd have ... well, a LOT of fun." Taylor's eyes smoldered purple again. I read something extra in her eyes. "Taylor," I said warningly. "Is this a barbecue ... or an orgy?" Taylor pouted and moved in a little closer to my chest. She was going into full on seductive mode and her eyes swiveled up to look at me through her long bangs. "Well, maybe a little of both. C'mon, Johnny. I haven't been to a models party since before we got serious." Inwardly, I sighed. It wasn't like I needed the sex. I had my "harem". But Taylor looked really eager and she hadn't had a boy-toy for quite a while. I knew she missed some aspects of her old modeling life before me and for that reason alone, I felt like going along. Best not to try and trap a tigress like Taylor. If I bottled her up too long, she'd find a way to bust out at some point. "But ... if Ashlyn's doing the inviting, that means Dean will be there, too." Taylor waggled her head. "Yeah. But come on, it's not like he's going to come on to you. We've got a deal: he's off-limits to me and Ashlyn's off-limits to you. I won't let him touch me, I swear." I sighed. "Okay. What time do you want to be there?" Taylor just giggled and kissed me. ------- It was a warm summer afternoon when Taylor and I stepped out of the Maybach. The Southampton estate wasn't far from our place, and I took comfort in the fact that home was only a short hop away if I wanted to remove Taylor from Martin Dean's evil clutches. We were led to the backyard patio where the grill was running and about forty people were assembled. I immediately noted that the majority of the people I saw were women, at least a 2 to 1 ratio. I also noted that while a few of the men were over 40, not one of the women appeared to be older than 30. Taylor was possibly the oldest female there. And of those women, they ALL looked like models. Some of them were in sheer summer dresses. Some of them were playing in the pool and wearing tiny bikinis. And some of them had gotten out of the pool, walking around wearing nothing but their tiny bikinis while their hair slicked back and beads of water dotted their cleavage. I immediately felt a stirring in my groin looking at all the beautiful flesh around me. I was beginning to understand what Taylor meant when she said I'd have a LOT of fun. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised given the attendees, but despite the official occasion being a barbecue, there weren't many people eating. I picked up a nice hunk of dead cow for myself, but Taylor contented herself to nibble tiny bits of my steak while drinking a Cosmo. "Jonathan Kwong! So good of you to make it!" An early-forties man with dark hair graying at the temples came up and shook my hand, his Italian accent quite thick. I vaguely recognized him from my prior life, when I was Taylor's occasional fuckbuddy. He was a fashion designer, one of the few straight ones. And his specialty was expensive lingerie. "Hello, Giorgio. Thank you for hosting us." "My pleasure," he beamed and held his hands open in a welcoming gesture. "When Ashlyn, the goddess herself, asked to bring a friend I was immediately intrigued. When she said it was the beautiful Taylor Brynn," Giorgio turned and kissed my wife's hand, "I was honored that you might join us." A look passed between the designer and Taylor that set off a warning in the back of my head. But then Giorgio was back to talking to me. "I must admit, I am so happy to have a real WOMAN grace us with her presence." He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially and waved across the crowd. "So many models nowadays are just flat sticks and bones. No curves. No ... meloni..." He mimed cupping breasts on his own chest, and I was pretty sure 'meloni' translated to melons. A fitting attitude for a lingerie designer. I had to admit he had a point. At least half of the women fit the "high-fashion model" stereotype, tall Olive Oyl prototypes. But at least the other half seemed to be capable lingerie models. Giorgio's eyes lingered once again over my wife, who blushed at the attention. That little green warning in the back of my head went off again. Taylor and I had an open relationship. She'd screwed other men, purely for the fun and thrill of sex. Most guys I didn't have a problem with. Some I became friendly with, like Jeff and Jeremy. But some guys just oozed "slimeball" to me. Giorgio tripped that slimeball radar in my head. A look passed once again between the designer and my wife. His eyes flared as if he were recalling a memory. But then Giorgio turned and excused himself to move onto other guests. When he was gone, I leaned in to Taylor and asked softly, "Did you... ?" She turned and caught the expression in my eyes. For a moment she looked ashamed. "Once. It was a long time ago, Johnny." Her eyes searched my face while I soaked in that little tidbit of information. After I paused for too long, she asked with concern, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah. No big deal. We're here to party, right?" I tried to shrug off my momentarily jealousy and instead focused my energy on the crowd. I scanned the guys to see if any others popped out to me as being unsavory types. Out of the fifteen or so, there were only a couple, and I knew enough about my wife to know she'd recognize them too. And besides, there were more than a few women I wouldn't mind becoming more intimately familiar with myself. Taylor seemed to relax as we started mingling with her friends. I grabbed another drink and felt the smooth alcohol start numbing away my concerns. And soon I got into the rhythm of social flirting once again. One of the girls, a stunning Eurasian named Maile, kept trying to pull off Taylor's summer dress and insist she join them in the pool. But Taylor waved them off, explaining that we hadn't planned to get wet during this party and we hadn't brought our suits. "Who says we need suits?" Maile waggled her eyebrows. But eventually she stopped trying to drag us into the pool and just hung around to flirt with us. And with a sharp-mind and quick wit, she was quite fun to flirt with. I'd met her once, years before. A light-skinned Hawaiian, born to a Swede father and Chinese mother, she'd gotten the best of both worlds with an angelic face and the physical height and curves few Asians could match. Her big tits swelled the thin fabric of her bikini. And I KNOW she deliberately leaned forward as she stood chest-deep in the pool so that I had a perfect angle to ogle her round melons. Her Czech friend Milena was quite the looker herself, with sharp cheekbones and dainty facial features. Her tits weren't anything spectacular, typical of a high- fashion model. Her light blonde hair was sleekly sticking to her scalp and down her neck, adding to her angular look. And when she got out of the pool on the opposite side to retrieve her purse and clothes, I had a spectacular view of her top-shelf ass and long, long legs. Milena came around to sit with Taylor and me while Maile seemed content to remain in the water. It took me a few minutes to notice the game M&M (Taylor's nickname for them) were playing. Milena would flirt and get my attention, often by touching my arm or leg. Maile would then be free to stare unabashedly at my crotch from her position in the pool. And when I did finally catch her, I made it a point to stare straight at Milena and chat with her while spreading my legs to the sides for Maile's viewing pleasure. My cock was getting hard from the flirtatious attention, and I thought this might be what a girl feels when exposing herself to someone. I had to admit, it was a little rush of power. One time, a pair of exotic looking lingerie models slinked up to me and leaned forward subtly, shoving their tits in my face. "Hey handsome," the one on the left said. "You're Jonathan Kwong, aren't you?" I nodded and we chatted for about thirty seconds before one of them, while playing with her hair, not so subtly asked if I wanted to take them back to my house for a more private party. Taylor just cut in with a venomous, "Back off bitch." When the girls beat a hasty retreat, Maile rolled her eyes. "Those two are serial gold-diggers." I shrugged. "I'm used to it. Marrying Taylor cut down on a lot of the unwanted attention, though." "Well," Maile leaned in and started rubbing my arm. "I'm not after your money. I just want your cock, okay?" Taylor laughed, I blushed, and then Milena started rubbing my other arm. And as our conversation continued, with Taylor flirting with the girls just as much as I was, I began to wonder just how far this party would go. After all, when I asked if it was a barbecue or orgy, Taylor had said it was a little of both. And I wouldn't have minded getting into M&M's bikinis. But before anything really naughty happened, some of our other friends arrived. "Ooh, there's Kate and her boyfriend." Taylor got my attention and I turned to look. The willowy blonde was on the arm of a strikingly handsome man with a decidedly Mediterranean appearance. His golden tan and thick, dark hair oozed powerful masculinity, and I saw two nearby women immediately checking him out. Kate saw us and immediately started heading in our direction. Taylor opened her arms and the girls exchanged air kisses while the boyfriend and I sized each other up. The blonde looked so excited and happy and she gleefully began the introductions. "Taylor, Johnny, this is my boyfriend Stavros." Then she gestured to us, "Stavros, this is my friend Taylor and Jonathan Kwo..." Her voice trailed off as without another word, Stavros walked off mid-introduction. He made a beeline for the two high-fashion models who'd been checking him out earlier. And within seconds, he'd turned on the charm and was talking and joking with them. Kate looked forlornly after her boyfriend as her face fell. I wasn't too surprised. Stavros had set off my "slimeball" radar as soon as we set eyes on each other. "Hey, don't worry about it," Taylor said warmly as she wrapped her arm around Kate. "Let's go meet up with our friends." ------- We all hung out and chatted. Kate and M&M were already well-acquainted, and all the girls immediately launched into their usual model-gossip. And I suppose the four gorgeous women in a pocket together were too much to resist, because we soon had more and more guys coming over to say 'hi'. One pair, Mikhail (Mickey) and Nikolay (Nicky), were Russian fashion models, with the muscular physiques to match. I worked out regularly and considered myself pretty good-looking, but for a brief second I felt a little inadequate next to their sculpted bodies. Both men still wore oversized sunglasses despite the dimming light. Personally, I thought they were dumb as bricks and absolutely ridiculous. Their English sucked and their accents were thick enough that I'm not really sure we were having the same conversation. For example, one of the girls would say," I heard you did a shoot in Milan." And one of the Russian boys would answer, "No, Grey Goose is shit. We only drink Stoli." But whatever the miscommunication, the boys eventually took their shades off and started making suggestive glances to all the girls. Taylor ate it up and she quickly had both men standing around her while she flirted back with glee, with Kate doing her best to keep up as well. I felt no green warning in the back of my head. The Russian boys had clear sexual interested in my wife, but they weren't slimeballs. So I contented myself to chat with M&M. Maile had gotten out of the pool and was actually sitting in my lap, claiming that we were out of chairs. I idly let my hand rub along her leg and at one point, mimed sucking on the tit she was shoving into my face. Maile laughed and then pulled the thin fabric aside, baring her dark nipple. But when I actually leaned in to suckle it, she put her boob away and then waved her finger at me like I was being naughty. I smiled. There was still a lot of party left to go. ------- At sundown, the party was in full swing and Ashlyn and Dean still hadn't arrived. I was starting to hope they would never come and Taylor and I could just enjoy the party without worrying about them. Almost the minute after the sun disappeared completely over the horizon, the first set of fireworks whistled into the sky. All eyes immediately went up to track the sound and we were rewarded with explosions of color as the grand display began just off the coast. I was rather impressed. Rather than just a hodgepodge of fireworks going off, Giorgio had put together a beautiful display. The fireworks show went on for a good ten minutes, obvious symmetry and timing going into the whole show to make it spectacular. "Isn't it amazing?" A female voice sounded off next to me towards the tail end. I turned to see coppery red hair, illuminated even more brilliantly by the riot of red fireworks that went off just then. "Ashlyn!" Taylor cheered over the noise when she realized her friend had arrived. The two women hugged and then immediately turned their eyes skyward again to finish out the fireworks display. When it was over, the house lights came back on and I turned to see that Ashlyn and Dean were standing nearby to us. "John, good to see you," Dean immediately stepped forward to shake my hand. "Marty," I replied guardedly, but politely shook his hand. But I didn't let go of it immediately. We stared back and forth at each other for a few moments, gripping our hands tightly, and I felt a twitch wanting to start in the corner of my eye. Our respective ladies were oblivious to our exchange. "Get a drink with me?" Ashlyn asked. "Sure!" Taylor immediately stepped away with her friend. Dean released my hand first. "So, how's business?" His tone was casual. "It's good, it's good." I sighed and swallowed my pride. "Good job on that Richardson deal. It was a brilliant move." "Thank you. No hard feelings?" He arched an eyebrow at me. "Well, I'll admit I wanted to gut you like a fish when it happened, but business is business. It took some moxie to leverage yourself out like that. Could have been disastrous if things didn't go perfectly." "Well," Dean chuckled. "SOME of us don't have your resources." I didn't really know how to respond to that. But in the extra second it took me to come up with an answer, Kate showed up. "Hey Marty. Have you seen Stavros?" The blonde looked seriously concerned and Marty stuttered for a second before answering, "Sorry, Kate, but no. Ashlyn and I just got here." Put out, Kate huffed, "Okay. Thanks anyways." And then she continued circling around the crowd hunting for her boyfriend. Stuck with the situation until our ladies returned, I turned to face the crowd as well. "Quite the party here." "Yeah," Dean answered. "Only the second one, myself. I gotta say, Giorgio always has the best pussy hanging around him at all times." It was a crass statement, but I had to admit he was right. Very rarely had I ever seen such a collection of beauty in one place. Just then, a hollering and commotion started up in the pool, drawing our attention. Two couples were chicken fighting, the two women on top clawing at each other while young, strapping men beneath them staggered to maintain their balance. Dean got a devilish grin on his face and then a second later, I saw it too. The girls weren't trying to wrestle each other off their perches. Each was trying to strip off the other girl's bikini. A few seconds later, one of them won, and a dark-eyed brunette with big tits was soon screaming and laughing at herself while pretending to try and cover up her nipples. Other partygoers around the pool just started cheering while the brunette soaked up the attention. "This is getting kind of wild," I remarked. "THIS is wild?" Dean gave me a look. "John, do you know what you're getting yourself into tonight?" ------- Taylor and Ashlyn returned with their drinks while I was still evaluating Dean's question. Ashlyn rolled her eyes when she saw the pool. "Alessandra's always the first one. I'll bet she took off her own bikini this time." Taylor just laughed and we watched the next chicken fight start up. But a few seconds after that got started, a loud voice complained behind us. "He's a FUCKING asshole!" We turned to see Kate stomping up to us, tears already in her eyes. Ashlyn and Taylor immediately went to comfort their friend. Ashlyn asked, "What happened?" "Stavros!" Kate yelled. "He's in a bedroom having a threesome with those two-bit bimbos!" Taylor and Ashlyn exchanged glances, communicating something without words. "Katie, honey," Taylor said softly. "This IS a party." She emphasized the word 'party' as if it carried an extra significance. "But he promised," Kate whined. "He promised he'd stay with me tonight. And less than five seconds after we showed up he already took off without me!" "Shh..." Ashlyn tried to soothe her friend, putting an arm around the blonde. "Come on. Hang out with us for a while and we'll all have a good time, okay?" Kate looked up at Dean and then me. Her brown eyebrows and dark eyes were a striking contrast to her platinum blonde hair. Even upset, she was quite pretty. Then she looked at Ashlyn and nodded, stifling her tears. "Okay." Taylor and Ashlyn huddled around Kate. Dean and I just looked at each other and shrugged. The girls would handle it. In the meantime, two more bikini tops had come off in the pool, and we both looked over to enjoy the view. It turned out, we got even more of a show than we'd been expecting as Alessandra, the first brunette to lose her top, was cuddled up naked with the dirty blonde she'd been fighting, the two beautiful women kissing madly with lots of tongue and roaming hands. A moan beside me brought my attention back and I turned just in time to see Ashlyn and Kate's lips come together, the taller redhead kissing softly while stroking the blonde's cheeks tenderly. "Come on," Ashlyn said loud enough for everyone. "Let's go find Reggie and get naked." Kate broke into a smile, Dean grinned, and Taylor quickly looked at me with a 'come on' kind of hopeful expression. They started moving off and with curiosity, I followed. Our group of five circled the back patio and eventually came to a corner by the grill. Ashlyn immediately went up to a skinny but well-built guy in a staff uniform. "Hiiii ... Reggie," Ashlyn said playfully. "Oh, no, girlfriend. You're five minutes early," the staffer held up a hand and shook it back and forth, his limp wrist and overly articulated speech marking him as a FLAMING gay man. "Aww, come on, Reggie. Kate here needs cheering up." "She'll live another five minutes. I don't want to get in trouble with the boss. Besides," Reggie turned to appraise me and Dean. "With such fiiine examples of man meat, you don't need what I've got to get into the mood." I felt a twinge of uncomfortability playing along my spine as Reggie looked at me the way I'm sure I've stared at a gorgeous woman from time to time. But then Ashlyn interrupted and pointed across the patio. "Well THERE!" she said victoriously. "Giorgio's already getting started!" "Oh, whatever, fine," Reggie waggled both of his hands up around his shoulders. Then he turned behind him and came up with what looked like a large, round mirror with a hemispherical food cover on top of it. I half-expected there to be sushi or caviar hidden beneath it. But then Reggie set the whole thing onto a table and grabbed the handle, lifting it away to reveal a mound of fine white powder. Ashlyn and Kate giggled, and Taylor swiveled her eyes to gauge my reaction. I leaned forward and thought, 'Is that what I think it is?' Just then, Reggie produced a razor and a slender glass tube. Ashlyn took both and immediately started sectioning off some of the white powder, using the razor to form a series of five parallel lines. And as my eyes opened wide in shock, Ashlyn put the glass tube to her nostril and promptly inhaled a line. "Oh, FUCK, yeah!" she stood up, her eyes as wide as mine and a goofy grin spreading across her face. Ashlyn handed the tube to Kate while looking at Reggie. "You always hoard the best shit, Reggie." "I try, girlfriend," he bowed theatrically. I'd had cocaine just once, in college. I was bored, I was with friends, and I thought 'What the hell?' The exhilaration was phenomenal, but by the next day, I had neither the access to more nor the money to buy it even if I had access. I considered it worth the one try just for experimentation's sake and left it at that. I had many other ways of making myself happy that were far more legal. And while I was getting over my shock at seeing the illegal stimulant, Dean bumped a line and then handed the tube to Taylor. She took one long look at me, looking for any sign of reproach. But there was none. I was still too surprised. And so my wife expertly bent down and inhaled a line, leaving only one left for me. "Oh, shit," Taylor stood up, wide-eyed and slightly wobbly. "I haven't done that in YEARS." I was fairly certain she hadn't done it since we'd gotten together and she'd mostly exited the modeling social scene. Almost casually, my wife turned and proffered the tube. For a second I panicked and looked around. Then I saw what Ashlyn had been referring to earlier. Giorgio was seated at a circle of patio chairs with seven beautiful women around him. A similar mirrored tray was on the coffee table in the middle of them, and the girls were going around bumping up. By the pool was another tray, where Alessandra and others were chatting animatedly and taking their turns. And a fourth group was closer to the house. Indeed, other partygoers were coming up behind my companions as they realized the party was REALLY getting started. "Come on, Johnny," Taylor re-held out the tube. "Have you ever done this before?" "Aww, a coke virgin," Ashlyn giggled. "Come on, man," Dean said challengingly. "You don't want to chicken out in front of the girls." For a moment I felt like I was in high school again, under intense peer pressure. But I was a man now: a powerful, rich man with a reputation. And the more I thought about it, the more I accepted my situation. This WAS a model's party. I'd not only heard the stories, but I'd met Taylor's friends before. What was the worst that could happen? I shrugged and took the glass tube from Taylor, then bent down and mimicked the others. I felt the first burn as the powder flew up my nose, and almost immediately I felt a spike of adrenaline course through my body. "Holy SHIT," I gasped as I stood up. Taylor slipped her hand into mine and smiled. "Ready to ROCK?" ------- My entire body was tingling. I was giddy and happy and yet felt totally in control of my motor skills, with none of the fuzzy edges of feeling drunk. I felt like I could do anything, with no limits. And as I looked around the party, I started craving hot pussy. My inhibitions melted away, and without a second thought I started pulling off my shirt. And yet, even with the drug, my conscience wasn't entirely gone. So when Ashlyn began to slide up towards me with a sultry model's walk, crossing over with her feet with every step, I immediately held my hand up in an obvious stop gesture. The stunning redhead frowned but stopped, and I looked over at Taylor. "We have a deal, right?" I asked my wife. Taylor nodded quickly and turned to her friend. "Sorry, Ash. Johnny's off-limits." "What? You won't share?" Ashlyn pouted. "But it's a party! And we're supposed to be good friends!" "We are. And good friends don't try to steal the other's man. I'm sorry Ash, but it WOULD make me jealous. You can play with everyone else. I thought I saw Alex here." "Oh, but Taylor ... sweetie," Dean cut in. "What about me?" Taylor shrugged. "Sorry, Marty. You're the other half of the deal. But don't worry, I think the ratio works in your favor here." She waved her arm expansively over the half-naked modeling crowd. Ashlyn looked to be getting really angry as she stared at me with undisguised lust. "But ... but ... Oh, COME ON. Then what was the POINT in inviting you guys? Argh!" She threw her head back and then stalked away. Dean quickly went after her. Kate kind of smiled at us in embarrassment, but then she turned to follow her best friend. "Don't worry about them," a sultry voice sounded off behind me and I started to turn around. "Ashlyn's all looks and no skills. She'd think you'd be honored just to be inside of her and then expect you to do all the work." I came face to face with Maile, the gorgeous Eurasian lingerie model who'd been trying to get Taylor into the pool earlier. She'd lost her bikini top and her big, firm tits were capped with dark nipples that were just begging to be sucked. "But me?" Maile continued. "All I want is to show you pleasure." Her eyes glowed and she vibrated with an energy that could have been purely sexual but probably had a bit of blow in it. "Maile? Are you seducing my husband?" Taylor turned and smiled. "Absolutely," the gorgeous woman replied. "Where's Milena?" Taylor continued. "Back by the pool. Think your husband feels like playing with us tonight?" Taylor took one look at my open drooling over Maile's fantastic body. "I think that's a 'yes'." Minutes later, I found myself reclining on a plush cushion atop an absolutely huge blanket laying over the finely trimmed grass. The surface was as firm as a putting green but soft and giving like a mattress. I tilted my head back to gaze at the infinite stars of the night sky. And meanwhile, I had a gorgeous Hawaiian babe with my dick in her mouth. Two feet to my left, Taylor was similarly reclined on a cushion identical to mine while Milena, the gorgeous Czech blonde, had her tongue shoved into my wife's snatch. And five feet to my right, Alessandra, the big-titted brunette, had a young stud laying atop her missionary-style, thrusting away with a thick cock while she squeaked constantly. I wondered again how I'd found myself in this situation. Just when I thought I'd seen every curveball my new inherited life could throw at me, something new came up. But I had resolved myself not to be overwhelmed by my life. I'd take each new situation and each new challenge as they came and confront them head-on. So with that juiced-up energy in my limbs, I resolved to take charge of this night for myself. Maile was a proficient cocksucker, but I wanted MORE. I sat up, quickly, and when Maile looked up at me, I reached down to pull her up my body. When her face became level with mine, her almond eyes brimming with lust, I rolled us over, causing Maile to shriek. And before she could react, with a husky growl I pulled her head to the side and bent my lips to her neck. I was half- biting her as I gnawed at her skin and moved my hands to pin her arms back. Maile moaned erotically beneath me as my lips tickled her sensitive nerves and while my mouth moved along her shoulder, my hips settled between her legs. "Fuck me," Maile growled. I was only too ready to comply. And while continuing to pin her arms back, I aimed with my hips and settled the head of my cock against her wet entrance. And just when I started to lean into her, Maile bucked her hips up and swallowed half my dick inside of her. "Ohhh..." I groaned at the sensations, the cocaine buzz only heightening the feelings. And as her hips retracted back to the blanket, I went with her and impaled my cock to the hilt. At almost the same time, Taylor moaned ecstatically, and I glanced to the right to see her legs wrap around the blonde's head as she whimpered, "Milena! Milena! Oh you're so fucking good!" A second later, Alessandra screamed as she came, and then her man was groaning as he shoved in a final time and I watched his ass twitching as he was obviously filling up the busty brunette with his spunk. I didn't even know these people. It was all just so surreal. But the tight pussy wrapped around my cock was very real. And as Maile pulled her legs back until she formed a letter 'M', I drilled into the middle point of that letter, my cock making squishing sounds as I pistoned in and out of her dripping box. Taylor and Milena switched into a sixty-nine while I was fucking Maile. And a different stud was now drilling Alessandra while a skinny blonde was shoving her crotch into Alessandra's face. I returned my gaze to the gorgeous girl beneath me. She looked so young, maybe 20 even though she was more like 24. And as I looked further around, I realized just about everyone nearby was younger than me. It was the modeling world, meant for those at their physical primes. Alessandra seemed in her early-20s as well. The blonde in her face still seemed to be a teenager. And the two redheads further in front of me looked to be eighteen as well, and twins to boot. And I could fuck them all if I wanted to. With that ego-centric concept in mind, and the buzzing energy in my system, I felt like a god. I relocated my hands to Maile's hips and bent my head to suckle at her bouncing nipples. With the new grip, I was able to really pound the shit out of her, and with my increased energy I was maintaining a hammering pace far longer than I thought possible. "Fuck me! So good! So good! Fuck me! Fuck me!" the busty Hawaiian moaned. Soon after, the beautiful Eurasian girl clutched me to her bosom and came, dumping her girl honey out around my cock as her feet clamped behind my ass and held me tightly. Once she finished, without a second thought I pulled out and moved over to Taylor. She was still sixty-nining with Milena. The blonde Czech didn't have much in the chest department, but she had a dynamite ass, an ass that was currently pointed at me while she crouched over Taylor's head. My wife saw me approaching and for a second she looked to take my cock into her mouth. But I waved her off and instead grabbed onto Milena's ass just above Taylor's face. Milena went stiff at the unexpected touch but then she started moaning into Taylor's pussy while I began feeding my dick into hers. The blonde went still, soaking in every sensation of every ridge penetrating into her tight pussy. And when I was fully embedded, she let out a low sigh and then turned around to look at me. "Shit Taylor. Your husband has a thick cock!" Milena gasped with her sultry accent. "I know..." Taylor mumbled and then went back to tonguing the blonde's clit while I began pumping. The blonde girl who'd been sitting on Alessandra's face was now between the brunette's legs, slurping out the cum of the two men who'd nutted inside her. One of those men was kneeling next to Alessandra's head, getting a reviving blowjob. The redhead twins had also tracked down a new guy and were giving him a double-blowjob that was certainly blowing his mind. And Maile was still trying to recover from her incredible orgasms. Her tongue came out and she lapped slowly at her own lips, trying to sit up. "Good lord, Taylor," Maile exclaimed. "Your husband is an amazing fuck!" "I know..." This time both Milena and Taylor said it at the same time while I rammed myself harder and harder into Milena's tight twat. With Taylor's tongue on her clit and my insistent shafting of her, the Czech blonde didn't last long. Her back suddenly clenched up and I looked down to see her butt clenching as well as the orgasm swept through her body. I did my best just to hold onto those tight cheeks while I kept pushing through the constriction, and when she finally loosened her inner muscles I found myself about to blow. "Urgh," I groaned as I regrettably pulled out of Milena's wonderful pussy. Taylor was immediately ready as she seized my prick in her hand and aimed it down into her mouth. And as my wife's lips worked my little head and her hand jerked my rod, I began unloading wave after wave of cum into her mouth. And as I watched her throat collapsing and refilling while she swallowed me down, I grinned in satisfaction After I finished pouring my jism into Taylor's mouth, I backed off and sat on my haunches to cool down. Even though I'd just finished some pretty aggressive fucking, I still felt the chemical buzz that had me ready for more. As for Taylor, she'd swallowed like a pro, but I had quite the wad this time around, and some of it leaked out of her mouth. Milena was quick to turn around and lick it up from Taylor's cheeks, and I let an amused smile come onto my face as I watched the two hot babes swapping what sperm they had between their lips. Meanwhile, a staff member bearing a mirrored tray came and knelt beside Maile. Quickly, her eyes popped open and she moved to take the proffered glass tube. One bump later, Maile was re-wired and ready to go. The blonde girl and the stud left Alessandra to snort some more themselves, with Alessandra herself following soon after. A few other people around us also went to bump up again. Two minutes later, the stud was fucking the blonde and Alessandra was getting drilled doggy-style by a third different guy. Taylor and Milena slid over, bumping their lines and then letting me go in and get my second snort of blow. And then Maile was beside us, holding the hand of a very young girl who looked fifteen, who looked nervously at the line of coke Maile was making for her. "Are you sure it's okay?" she asked in a quiet voice. "Jenna, don't be nervous. We've all just done it." The young girl with honey blonde hair put on a brave face, took the glass tube, and slowly inhaled a line. She came up coughing, holding her head dizzily for a second. "There ... was that so bad?" Slowly, Jenna thought about it and then shook her head. Surprisingly, Maile reached out and grabbed my wrist. Turning to the young girl, she asked, "You know the best part about blow? The sex is AMAZING." Jenna looked at Maile first and then at me. Maile asked, "You wanna go for a ride?" Jenna looked at me and I looked at Taylor, who shrugged and tilted her head toward the girl. Then the honey blonde nodded 'yes'. "Lay back, Johnny," Taylor took immediate charge of the situation. Milena helped direct me onto my back and then bent to inhale my cock and bring it from half- hard to full-blown erection. Meanwhile, Maile was whispering encouragement into Jenna's ear, and the young girl was starting to loosen up as she felt the buzz coursing through her body and her chest flushed with arousal. Soon I was hard and then Maile was helping the girl into position, straddling my hips. "Be gentle," Maile warned and then she held my dick upright in her hand. I nodded. But then a niggling worry in the back of my head went off at how delicately the other girls were treating the situation. I knew the world of high- fashion went out of its way to pick girls who only "looked" underage, but with her baby face and slight figure, this one was pushing credulity. "How old are you Jenna?" She blinked for a second or two before slowly saying, "Eight ... eighteen." And then she stared at me for a few more seconds to study me, her eyes piercing through her heavy black eyeliner. Jenna was probably on the high-fashion track. She was tall and slender and her breasts were small, perky little mounds. There was no trace of hair on her pussy lips as she spread herself over my cock, and her large eyes made her seems so fragile and innocent. I wasn't entirely sure I believed her age, but as she began to lower her pussy lips around my cock, I ceased to care. My eyes rolled up in my head and I leaned back while inwardly concentrating on the sensations coming from my dick. Jenna was TIGHT. She was so tight, I couldn't even get my mushroom head into her. "Hang on, she's a little dry," Maile commented and then I felt Jenna lifting off me. Soon Jenna was seated nearby with her knees up and spread to the sides while Maile ate her out. The dry comment set off an alarm inside me and when I sat up, I immediately got Jenna's attention. "You okay?" She nodded quickly, her mouth open as she panted lightly. "Don't worry, Johnny," Taylor reassured while stroking my cock to maintain my erection. "Coke does that sometimes." "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked Jenna with concern, not yet believing my wife. Jenna panted softly while Maile's tongue worked her over, and she focused her gaze on me. I recognized the look: the wild-eyed lust of a woman on cocaine. I'd seen it in Maile and I'd seen it in Taylor. I was pretty sure the drug couldn't create lust out of thin air, but it certainly made a girl horny and reduced her inhibitions. And after a minute, Jenna pushed Maile's head away and then moved herself to start straddling me again. Taylor was still stroking my cock and now held it up. This time, while Jenna was still INCREDIBLY tight, she was able to slide around my head and after that it was just a matter of pressure and time before she had me fully buried in her teenaged twat. "Ohhh..." Jenna moaned happily. And once fully seated, Maile turned Jenna's head to hers and started kissing the young girl while Milena settled onto the young blonde's other side and began sucking on the girl's nipples. I just lay there and enjoyed feeling the tight pussy. About then, Taylor exclaimed, "Mickey! Nicky!" I turned to see Mikhail and Nikolay waltzing up. Fully naked, the Russian boys looked like replicas of Adonis, and their cocks were still red from whatever fucking they had just finished. The two guys grinned at each other as Taylor jumped up eagerly, and soon she was kneeling between them, jerking both shafts and alternating which one she took into her mouth. I shook my head, chuckling at my wife's eagerness, and accepted that she was going to have her fun. Besides, with three gorgeous women writhing on top of my body, I had no moral grounds for complaint. Speaking of which, the girls were getting much more aggressive in our sexplay. Jenna was really getting into our fucking and she was pistoning her light body up and down rapidly and rotating herself clockwise. She was whimpering the whole while, her voice squeaking every time her tight pussy came all the way down to my crotch. The pressure on my cock was almost painful, but I wouldn't have asked her to stop for the world. She also had one hand in Maile's crotch, and the tanned Eurasian was returning the favor, rubbing Jenna's clit and french kissing the girl hotly. Meanwhile, Milena had relocated herself onto my face. I let Jenna use me like a piece of meat and instead focused on gripping Milena's toned thighs and driving her pussy onto my tongue and lips. We were a riot of wet slapping sounds and licking noises and breathy whimpers: "Mmm..." "Ohhh..." "Fuck!" "Ungh! Ungh!" "Oh! Mmm!" Having already cum recently, I figured I could hold out for a while, especially since I wasn't actively thrusting into Jenna to find my own release. So when Milena squealed and came, she dismounted my face and I still had plenty of more energy to go. Off to my right, I saw that Mickey (or was it Nicky?) was drilling Taylor doggy- style while she swallowed the other Russian's cock. From the silly grin on my wife's face, I knew she was having a really good time. Given the ratio in my household, it was rare she got two live, throbbing dicks at the same time. Then Jenna stopped bouncing on my cock, regaining my attention. Maile whispered something into Jenna's ear, and when the teen nodded, she helped Jenna off my dick. Then the young blonde scooted forward along my torso, pausing to kiss me and giggle. She looked like she was going to keep moving, but after tasting Milena on my face, Jenna paused and licked some more of the nectar off my lips which culminated in a passionate kiss. However young she might be, Jenna was a GOOD kisser. She had just the right softness and pressure while her tongue darted into my mouth. I let my fingertips run across her cheeks, and I was amazed at how smooth and pliable her skin felt. Dirty, dirty thoughts went through my head as I locked lips with the teenager. But then I felt sudden warmth around my cock and I broke the kiss to see that Maile had re-impaled herself on my dick. Jenna smiled when she saw and then she moved to straddle my head. I gazed lustfully at the hairless pussy so recently stretched my by shaft, her pink pussy lips slightly irritated from the fucking. And then I dove in, tasting what I already knew would be deliciously sweet honey. I managed to get both Jenna and Maile off one more time. The coke running in my veins still had my body tingling, but the effect was starting to wear off and with it, my urge to cum was abating. But right then, a staff member came by with the now-familiar mirrored tray. Maile was off my dick in a flash, cutting out lines, and both she and Milena bumped up again. Jenna and I were waiting our turn when Mickey roared loud enough to get our attention and then pulled out of Taylor's pussy. In a flash, Nicky was kneeling next to him and I winced and turned away just before Nicky started swallowing Mickey's load. Models... Taylor was sitting back, grinning and wiping up a glob of Nicky's cum from her own lips. She saw the look on my face and then just started laughing. I felt a tap on my shoulder and then Jenna was handing me the glass tube, the wild-eyed coke expression already on her face. I bumped up and then Jenna promptly tackled me, shoving her tongue into my mouth and aggressively trying to throw me around. It was such an amazing transformation from initially nervous and reticent young girl into crazed nymphomaniac. Eventually, Jenna rolled up onto all fours and wiggled her ass at me. My cock was rock hard again as a chemical buzz poured through my veins, amping my lust. With shaft in hand, I moved behind her and pushed my dickhead into her tight little pussy from behind. She moaned and started bucking back at me, and with a few short thrusts of my own I was once again buried to the hilt. Energetically wired, we then started pounding away at each other, and in a high- pitched girlish voice, Jenna began a repeatedly litany of, "Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me! Harder! Fuck me! Harder!" I was going as hard as I could. And with the coke, I was keeping this pace a lot LONGER than I'd expected. By the time I was done abusing Jenna's little body, she wouldn't be able to stretch her legs for a week. But she took it all. And as I held her little ass in my hands, a VERY dirty thought came to mind. I leaned over her back and while Jenna was whimpering beneath my assault, I whispered. "I'm gonna fuck your ass..." "Ohhh..." Jenna whimpered and just wriggled her butt against my crotch even harder. I pulled out and Jenna stilled her hips. I raised my angle and put my cockhead to her little pucker. And then suddenly, Milena was beside us and spreading Jenna's asscheeks for me. And I started pushing. "Ungh ... no!" Jenna whined. I stopped immediately. But then Jenna wiggled her butt at me and Milena nodded reassuringly, so I started pushing forward once again. A keening moan started coming out of Jenna as I stretched her sphincter. I'd been in some tight asses and even a virgin ass or two. But nothing was as hard to push through as this young girl. She was probably 5'8", but she had the waist of someone 4'8" and the proportionally narrow hips to match. Finally, the head popped through and I stopped to catch my breath. "Don't!" Jenna wailed and then panted, "Stop!" I went rigid. Even Milena looked up. And then, even though the heat of Jenna's ass felt so incredibly good, I started pulling out. "No, don't!" Jenna shrieked and I went rigid again. She finally seemed to realize her poor word choice and clarified, "Don't pull out! Fuck my ass! Don't stop! Don't stop! Fuck my ass!" I rolled my eyes in annoyance and then with a brutal grip on Jenna's waist, I drove every inch of my dick up her ass in one powerful lunge. "AAAGGHHH!!!" Jenna screamed. Maile and Taylor were sixty-nining and shoving fingers into every orifice they could find on each other. But at the scream both girls picked their heads up and looked around. Milena had released her hands from Jenna and backed away as if she didn't want to be caught touching the screaming girl. "Don't stop!" Jenna whined in complaint, reminding me that I'd come to a halt with my dick in her ass when she screamed. So I started pumping and Jenna cried, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" constantly. After fucking Jenna's pussy and then Maile's pussy and then Jenna's pussy and now Jenna's ass, I had pretty much reached the limits of my control. The coke gave me a manic energy and I launched myself in and out of Jenna's tight anal chute with repeated thrusts. But now, I just wanted to fucking CUM. I ceased caring about this young girl. If she got off, good for her. But right now, she was just a strange piece of ass, a beautiful girl with a tight anal chute. And I wanted to nut inside it. So I pounded and I pumped and I stopped listening to a word she said. My eyes were half-slits leaving nothing but my focus on the tight buttcheeks in my hands. And then at last, the pressure in me released and with a raging yell, I slammed forward and fired blast after blast of cum into Jenna's clenching asshole. Still yelling, I jerked my hips and coated the young girl's bowels with more and more creamy jism. And still I kept shooting. Dimly, I realized that she was screaming too. Whether in pain or pleasure I didn't know nor care. But when I was done spunking every last drop into Jenna's teenaged rectum, I simply let go of her hips and let her little body collapse onto the blanket. Her asshole was stretched obscenely wide, and for now, at least, my lust was sated. A staff member came by with a mirrored tray while I was still kneeling. Still drunk on lust and power, I reached out for the proffered glass tube and bumped up again. The night still wasn't over and as Taylor came beside me with a glassy look on her face, I put my arm around her and we both started laughing crazily. I was Jonathan Kwong ... billionaire. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? ------- "Come on, honey. Let's get you cleaned up." Taylor giggled and hopped to her feet, reaching her hands down to assist me up as well. I let her help me, but as soon as I was standing I suddenly lifted my gorgeous wife into my arms and kissed her while she laughed gaily. But when I looked back down, I saw that Jenna wasn't moving at all. She was sprawled face-down, her limbs askew. Maile was quick to the teenager's side and for a moment, I started to really worry that I'd hurt the girl. But then Maile started laughing and after getting Milena's attention, she pointed to Jenna's face. And still with Taylor in my arms, I circled around to see. Jenna was unconscious, but she had the biggest smile on her face as she breathed in and out shallowly. Maile turned to me and breathed, "You fuck like a GOD." My ego swelled with her comment and I broke out in a shit-eating grin of my own. And so, satisfied that Jenna would be okay, I turned and guided Taylor into the house. The first bathroom we came across was occupied by a couple fucking in the shower. But we paid them no mind as Taylor cleaned me up using the sink. As we started walking back out through the house, Taylor was getting frisky again and she constantly interrupted our progress to pull me into a heated kiss and grab my half-hard cock. "Mm, I need you to fuck me, honey," she husked after pinning me against the wall in a hallway. I smiled. I had no problems having sex with my gorgeous wife. But selfishly, I wanted more strange pussy, and I only had a few shots left in me. So I asked, "You need ME to fuck you? Or you need to be fucked?" I took Taylor's hand and continued walking her down the hallway in a direction I thought would lead us back out to the patio. "This is a party, baby. You can fuck me anytime you want at home. There's got to be SOMEONE else around here you wouldn't mind taking for a ride." We turned the corner and stopped right in our tracks. The room we had entered could only be described as a "Great Room": a huge, oversized-living room with three sets of patio doors out to the backyard. There were an array of couches that pretty much formed two separate conversational areas, and on the group of couches right in front of us were a few familiar faces. Dean had a slender lingerie-model brunette bent over a chair arm while he drilled her from behind. Somehow, she was still wearing her high heels, but nothing else. And she was bracing her hands on the opposite arm while his hands cupped and massaged her swaying tits. Ashlyn was sitting straight back on a couch. One high-fashion model was suckling at her perfect tits while another was between her legs, munching furiously. And Giorgio, our host, was seated on the adjacent couch with four women around him, one of whom appeared to be Kate. And our young platinum blonde friend was currently bobbing her head up and down Giorgio's horsecock. And I mean "horsecock". The damn thing was the largest piece of meat I'd ever seen. Kate had her mouth over the head and both hands around the shaft, with plenty of room left over for her to jerk up and down. The moment we entered in, Giorgio's eyes lit up. "The goddess Taylor!" he exclaimed with expressive arms. I think he elbowed one of his girls in the face, but her squeak was lost amongst the other sounds of sex in the room. "This must be the greatest party of all time. I have the two most beautiful women in the entire world here in my house," he said ebulliently, pointing explicitly at Ashlyn and my wife with his index fingers. Then Giorgio started leering at Taylor's body with obvious lust, and when I turned to look at her, I realized she was staring openly at his dick. "Are you here to play?" he asked in his thick Italian accent. I felt a twinge of green in my head, and then my wife turned to look at me. "You asked if there was anyone else I wanted to take for a ride..." she said softly. My first instinct was to refuse. How the hell could I compete with that monster dick? All my ego-puffing from Jenna was gone now, leaving only my own doubts and insecurities. But as quickly as those thoughts came, they passed. This was a party. I both loved and trusted my wife. And even though Giorgio tripped my "slimeball" radar, I didn't fear him. Besides, she'd fucked him once before. So I nodded, and Taylor paused to plant a passionate kiss on me. I wrapped my wife up in my arms and in that single liplock, we exchanged all the love and trust we had inside each other. When she finally pulled away, I had a happy smile on my face and I just turned my wife around to face the wealthy fashion designer. With a sultry grin, Taylor glided forward, her hips swaying in that perfect model walk. Giorgio himself seemed overjoyed, and he waved his arms to shoo away the other girls. At first, Kate didn't want to let go of the man's big dick, but when Giorgio barked at her, the platinum blonde pouted and then stepped aside. And then all my focus was on my wife and her perky asscheeks as she knelt on the couch to straddle our host's mammoth cock and then she slowly descended her way down it. Taylor let out a long moan of satisfaction while Giorgio's eyes lit up with glee. And I watched as he put his meaty paws on Taylor's tits while she began to ride him. Green jealousy did burn inside me, but one thing did catch my attention to melt away some of my inner rage. Even though Giorgio had a tremendously long dick, the extra length apparently wasn't much use. With every thrust, Taylor had to stop herself with several inches still uncovered, wincing in pain the few times she didn't quite stop herself in time. And the man didn't seem to be any thicker than me. So even though he had a longer dick, if the girl couldn't take it, he might as well not have the extra inches. I decided to be happy with my good-sized cock that was able to fully penetrate so I could slam my pelvis into a woman's ass. Meanwhile, Kate stepped back next to me and started pouting as she watched Taylor riding Giorgio. "What's wrong?" I turned and asked, having to work a little to be a good listener and not stare at Kate's beautiful naked body. "He wouldn't fuck me," she waved at our host. "He'd let me blow him for a while and he stuck that weapon in my cunt for a few minutes, but I guess I'm just not good enough for him to fuck me and finish. He came in Ashlyn. He sprayed Natasha's tits. He's fucking Taylor. But he wouldn't finish with me. I should have known; I don't have the tits to compete." She mournfully cupped her perky B- cups. I turned to look at Kate with a confused expression. She just rolled her eyes. "You don't get it, do you? Look around you, Johnny. There are more than twice as many girls here for every guy. Sure, a lot of them are lesbians but just about every girl here wants some dick. We're coked up, we're horny, and we want to get laid. You may not be watching, but it's a competition." "Huh?" "We're models. It's in our nature. You may not care, but we're keeping count. Ashlyn's gotten four guys off. Melinda four I think, too; but she's not doing as many girls." "Why is it such a big deal?" "It's a hotness meter. I'm just not that hot. Stavros is going to dump me soon. And when he does, I don't know what I'm going to do." "You'll find another guy." "Maybe ... that's why I was hoping Giorgio might like me. Word is he's looking for a new mistress." "Uh, I was thinking more along the lines of finding a new boyfriend, Kate." Kate turned to me with a pained expression on her face. Her black eyeliner was running just slightly, and I first noticed that there were tears on her face. "Boyfriend, mistress, it's all the same, Johnny. I'm just 'New York' to Stavros. He's got girls in San Francisco, London, Madrid, and more stashed away all over the world. Pretty soon, he's going to dump me and kick me out of the apartment. I know it. I need to find somebody new before that happens." "Kate, you've got friends. You'll be fine. And you don't need to make yourself someone's mistress just to have a roof over your head." "What would you know about it, John Billionaire? When was the last time you were broke, hungry, and homeless?" "Kate..." "Come on, Johnny," the platinum blonde leaned in and stroked my arm while she batted her long eyelashes at me. She'd gone from bitchy to seductive in a heartbeat. In a husky voice, she asked, "Are you going to take me home and make me your 'kept woman'?" I'd started to lean in towards the pretty blonde as she turned seductive, images of the two of us fucking like rabbits swimming in my coked-up head. But when she mentioned "kept woman", I stiffened up. Sure, I'd played the mistress-game with Kaitlyn and Lindsay, but neither of them were really "kept-women". It just wasn't in my nature to actually own sex-slaves. "Uh, no. I don't do the mistress thing, Kate." "Figured." She sighed and shook her head. "Most of the men here are just poor models, like me. There are only two other men at this party with enough money to keep me. I need to go find them. Excuse me..." With that, Kate rudely pushed her way past me and out onto the patio. "Don't worry about her. She's just freaking out over nothing," a sultry voice sounded next to me. I turned to see Ashlyn standing beside me, stunning in her naked glory. I'd seen her nude once before, but that was from my bedroom window while she was in the jacuzzi with Taylor. And a lot of steam had clouded the view. But now, she was three feet away with nothing between us. Her tits were ... perfect. Her face was gorgeous. Her body was svelte and toned. And her legs went on forever. Her bare pussy had just enough pink labia poking out to bring me to full hardness simply by looking at her. And the smile on her face stirred some VERY naughty thoughts in my head. "Ooh ... you look like you're ready for another round." The strikingly beautiful redhead took two steps towards me, and my heart started racing so fast that I knew it was about to bust out of my chest. "What do you say, Johnny? Are you ready to find out what the Ashlyn Scott experience is all about?" I gulped as Ashlyn stepped within inches of me. Her lips were so close to mine, and she stepped forward just enough that my erect cock bumped ever so slightly into her abdomen. High on cocaine or not, though, I remembered my love for my wife. I was panting heavily, torn between lust and loyalty. Ashlyn was so beautiful. We could play just a little, right? Only penetrating-intercourse would really be sex, really be crossing the line, right? And I could stop myself before that. As if reading my mind, Ashlyn husked, "Just one kiss, Johnny. Please? I've always wanted to know what you taste like." Just one kiss. How much harm could just one kiss be? And as Ashlyn moved closer so that her breast was pushing into my chest and bent her head to meet my lips, I made my decision. "Ashlyn, stop." She paused and opened her eyes. The baby blue was so stunning that I nearly lost my resolve just looking at her. I was horny, my cock was throbbing, and a chemical lust burned inside me. But I raised a hand and placed it on Ashlyn's shoulder, gently holding her away. "I LOVE Taylor. I can't do this, Ash..." I pleaded. "Why not?" "Because you're not just another girl. You're her friend. Could you really do this to her if she didn't want it?" As if in answer, Ashlyn quickly moved forward 90% towards my lips and whimpered, waiting for me to close the last 10%. But from less than an inch away, I held back. Ashlyn licked her lips and looked at me with wide eyes. But at last, she backed away and then nodded. "Argh!!!" Low male grunting caught my attention then. Both Ashlyn and I turned to see Giorgio's face was bright red and a vein was popping out of his forehead as he was apparently spunking inside my wife. Taylor shuddered a few times and then gingerly pulled herself off of him. Almost immediately, a cute blonde moved between Taylor's thighs and began to slurp Giorgio's jism out of her. Without realizing it, Ashlyn and I had slipped our hands together, and I squeezed her hand reflexively while I watched another man cumming inside my wife. Ashlyn sighed and then said quietly, "Are Marty and I the ONLY ones off-limits? It's not fair." Ashlyn turned her head to me, clear longing and desire in her eyes. I felt the crackle of electricity passing through us, my incredible attraction for the gorgeous redhead not abating despite my decision not to betray my wife. "Hey, take it as a complement," I was panting heavily, not realizing I'd been holding my breath. Ashlyn turned to me with an odd expression on her face. "Off all the gorgeous women here, you're the only one Taylor would get jealous over. You're the only one she worries could change the way I feel about her. If you models are all so competitive, that puts you at the top of the food chain in her eyes." A sly grin quickly came over Ashlyn's face as she thought about that. More low moaning and whimpering sounded off around us, and then Ashlyn leaned forward and hugged me. "You're a good man, Johnny. I don't think anyone has ever been able to refuse me before. It's ANNOYING, but you're a good man." "Uh, thanks," I gurgled, trying to ignore her naked tits pressed into my chest and her crotch pressed against my cock. Ashlyn grinned and then obviously rubbed her clit against my cock before backing away. Just then, a sharp, "Marty! NO!" sounded off. Taylor's voice instantly got my attention and I whirled to see Marty Dean standing between Taylor's legs, his dick apparently halfway into my wife's pussy. "Get the fuck off me you asshole!" Taylor cried as she flailed, pushing her hands at him and trying to shift her hips. "Shut up bitch and take it!" Dean knocked her hands away and then leaned forward, pushing more of his cock inside her. "JOHNNY!!!" My wife screamed. I was already on the way. My feet were heavy meat slaps on the marble floor, announcing my impending arrival. And Dean had only a second to brace himself before I left my feet and tackled him cleanly. His hip banged into the couch as we flew through the air, rotating us. He landed partially on the same hip and rolled onto his back, the hard, unforgiving marble jarring his body with the impact as I landed on top of him. "You fucking FUCKER!" I yelled, not being able to come up with anything cooler sounding. Immediately threw a punch at his face. "Marty!" I heard Ashlyn screaming. And then there were multitudes of hands tugging at me. The models were pretty ineffectual at removing me from Dean, who was still dazed from the fall. He'd probably hit his head on the floor and I sincerely hoped he had a concussion. I landed two more punches before some other guys got in the mix and pulled me away. Miraculously, Dean got to his feet and I saw the wild-eyed cocaine energy on his face. He was still wired and ready to rumble. "You little SHIT!" he yelled at me and took two steps forward before some other guys moved in to block him off. "You raped my wife!" I yelled right back at him. "She's fucking everything with a dick in here anyways!" he yelled right back. Ashlyn quickly ran up to him and I had almost broken free of whoever was holding me back when Giorgio's booming voice thundered in the room. "ENOUGH!" We stopped struggling as Giorgio stepped between us and pointed a thick finger straight at Dean. "You. Leave. Now. Don't ever come back." "But!" "NOW!" "Fucking slut isn't worth it." Dean shook free of the others and then turned and marched out of the room, stopping to scoop up his clothes. Ashlyn looked at us, and then pointedly looked at Taylor with an apology in her eyes. Then she ran after him. I was soon released and I headed straight for Taylor, who was sobbing and curled into a ball. My arms quickly surrounded her and I started rocking her slowly while she buried her face against my neck. Several others just stood around and looked at us, not sure what to do. From outside, we heard the sounds of sex, the people out there oblivious to what had gone down inside. Eventually, Taylor got her crying under control and she tilted her deep blue eyes up to me, her dark bangs hanging heavily in her face. "Johnny, I want to go home." "Let's go." ------- I called for the Maybach. A few minutes later, Taylor and I were fully dressed and walking out to the front entryway. The car was idling and our driver stood by the rear door. But to our surprise, Kate was crouched a few feet away, still completely naked while a staff member hovered over her uncertainly. I shared a look with Taylor and we moved over to her and bent down to find her sobbing. "Kate, what's wrong?" I asked. "He LEFT me! He LEFT me!" she wailed. "Stavros?" "YES!!!" She waved to the staffer who was managing the parking lot. "He says Stavros left an hour ago with two women. He just abandoned me here!" "Kate, I'm so sorry," Taylor said, seemingly much stronger now that she had someone else to focus on instead of thinking about Dean. "And you know what's fucked up?" Kate wailed. "Ashlyn left me too! She's gone! He says Marty and Ashlyn left just a few minutes ago. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?" "You're coming with us," Taylor said sternly as she reached down and pulled Kate to her feet. "Johnny, stay here with the car." "But..." "I'll be fine. I'm just going to go with Kate to find her things and we'll be right back." And then with her arm tightly around her friend's waist, Taylor guided the two of them back down the walkway while Kate continued to cry against her shoulder. I looked in amazement at my wife. She'd literally just been raped a few minutes ago. Perhaps it wasn't overly violent nor lasted very long, but it was still forced sex. And Taylor seemed like she was going to be just fine. She had the fire and strength to push through. I knew there would be some repercussions later. The memory would come back to Taylor soon enough and I needed to be with her to deal with it. And who knew what I would do the next time I saw Martin Dean? But Taylor and I loved each other and we'd work it out. We always did. The sex was all fun and games; but at the end of the night, watching my wife endure what she'd just gone through and even become the pillar of support for a friend in need, I was reminded again just why she fascinated me so much. I was reminded why she was the most incredible woman I'd ever met. And why I was so lucky that she loved me. ------- It was a long time before Taylor came to bed that night. Upon arrival, Cassandra had immediately shown Kate to a guest room and Edward brought her pajamas, a change of clothes, and a robe. Then after everyone took a shower and got cleaned up, Taylor kissed me and went down to Kate's room to talk to her. Cassandra stayed with me in the Master Suite. Despite having gotten it up one last time at the party, I no longer had any interest in sex. Instead, Cassandra sat up against the headboard and simply held me while I lay back against her chest and let her rub my head. "Jonathan, tell me everything." I took a deep breath, and then I told her. Cassandra had expected the orgy and didn't comment. When I mentioned the cocaine, she started scowling fiercely, but didn't interrupt. And I felt the tight tension in her arms when I explained how Dean had forced himself onto Taylor. When I was finished, Cassandra released me and we turned to face each other. I moved my back against the headboard and she sat with her legs pulled up beside her. "Do we have grounds for a criminal case?" Cassandra asked referring to Dean. I sighed. "I don't think so. She had another man's cum inside her and she was well-lubricated. And Dean didn't finish. Plus, Taylor's already taken a shower tonight. Besides, I don't think we really want a lot of police scrutiny on that party." "So Dean gets away scot free?" "Well, a couple dozen girls saw him force himself on a fellow model who was screaming at him to stop. Ashlyn's gonna be getting tons of shit about her boyfriend and his rep is gonna spread pretty quickly." Cassandra rolled her eyes at that kind of justice. I think she would have preferred the electric chair. "Still, I'll ask Taylor what SHE wants to do," I promised and Cassandra nodded. Then Cassandra took a long, deep breath. And before I could react, she reached up and bopped me on the forehead with the heel of her hand. "Oww!" I immediately reached to my head. "How could you be so stupid?" "What? I couldn't have known Dean was going to try and rape her!" "Not that! How could you be so stupid to do cocaine?" Her blue eyes strayed a cool grey and she folded her arms over her chest. "Cassandra, come on. It's not that big of a deal," I said half-heartedly. I knew I shouldn't have done it. My gut knew it had been wrong. I didn't have a moral defense, but a part of me wanted to argue a 'what's the harm?' But as if reading my mind, Cassandra didn't let me continue my feeble defense. "Don't you recognize the harm? The risk? No, you're probably thinking, 'What's the worst that could happen?' I'll tell you what could happen. You could DIE, Jonathan. And that would put the brakes on this joyride life of yours." "That's a little extreme..." "Maybe, maybe not," Cassandra glowered. "You want me to tell you how many people died of cocaine overdoses last year? Come on, Jonathan, why even take the risk? And beyond the health issues, the paparazzi could snap a picture of you, which would NOT be good for business." "Well, I mean, it's just a little..." "That SHIT is ILLEGAL, Jonathan. And you are NOT above the law. Getting arrested would be even WORSE for business." Cassandra was a woman who very rarely yelled. Hearing her voice picking up in volume frightened me even more than the weight of her words. I held up a hand. "Alright, alright. You can stop the lecture, Cassandra." "I don't think so!" NOW Cassandra was yelling. "Jonathan, nothing changes this fact: You went to a cocaine-fueled party and Taylor was raped!" My wife's pain hit me like a slap to the face. My heart sank and I hung my head in defeat. In the span of a few seconds, I deflated completely. "Oh, come on, Jonathan," Cassandra sighed, her voice immediately returning to normal. It was my fault. I hadn't stayed in complete control and someone I loved dearly had gotten hurt. It was my fault. I pinched my eyes shut and took a deep breath to calm myself. "Don't start getting all depressed, Jonathan," Cassandra reached forward and hugged me. "Just ... just promise me you won't do those drugs again." I closed my eyes and nodded. "Jonathan, really," Cassandra sighed and started rocking me. "When have you ever needed drugs to have a good time? We have plenty of parties that don't need drugs. Don't we keep you satisfied?" I managed a small smile and nodded. We talked for a bit more, but even after we were done, Taylor still hadn't returned. Close to 1am I was about to get up and go hunting for my wife. Cassandra and I had switched places and she had fallen asleep in my lap while I ran my fingers through her fine blonde hair. I was feeling quite tired myself, but I willed myself to stay awake until Taylor returned. I was trying to figure out how to lift Cassandra off me without waking her when Taylor came into the bedroom. I stopped moving immediately and her face visibly brightened when she saw that I was awake and waiting for her. She smiled down at Cassandra and then circled the bed to slide beneath the covers from the other side. "How is she?" I asked softly, asking about Kate. "She's fine. She thinks her world is about to end, but at least she's asleep now." "And how are you?" Taylor went quiet and snuggled herself against my side. I waited her out but she didn't say anything. "Taylor, honey?" I asked softly. "I don't want to think about it. Not right now," she said heavily. "Can you just hold me?" "Okay." And so my wife drifted off to sleep. I was rather vertically inclined, not the best position in which to go to sleep. But with Cassandra's head on my legs and Taylor's head on my chest, I was pretty well wrapped up. And they both looked so beautiful that I couldn't bear to wake them. And so I simply gazed over the two most important people in my life. After all the sex with beautiful strangers, the delirium of illegal stimulants, and even the rush of a naked Ashlyn Scott trying to seduce me, here ... now ... I was happiest. Just me, Taylor, and Cassandra. They were all I needed. ------- The next morning, we were at the dining table for breakfast when Kate stumbled in, bleary-eyed. I looked up and saw the tears coming down her face and for a moment wondered, 'She's STILL crying?' Taylor immediately got up and went to her, then slowly escorted her to the table. We were all there: me, Cassandra, Charlotte, Rebecca, and Mia. Kate first surveyed everyone and then seemed scared to even sit down. But Taylor put her in a seat and then sat beside Kate, rather than return to her own spot next to me. "A fucking text message," Kate sobbed, holding up her cell phone. "He says I have until noon to get my stuff or he'll throw it all out in the hallway." "We'll help you go get it, okay?" Taylor assured her. It wasn't even 9am yet. Charlotte immediately got up from the table and picked up her laptop from a nearby countertop. "But for now," Taylor continued. "Let's get some food in you, okay?" Right then, Kate's stomach growled rather loudly, causing everyone to try and stifle their chuckles. But then Kate started giggling herself, breaking the tension and a few warmer laughs sounded off. Biting back her tears, Kate nodded gratefully. Dorothy came out and explained Kate's breakfast options and took her order. And then the room went silent as we realized all of us were looking at her. Taylor blinked and then shook her head in realization. "Oh, Cassandra, Charlotte, you already know Kate. Rebecca, Mia, this is my friend Kate. She's a fellow model." "Hello." "Pleased to meet you." Kate looked at them for a second and then at me. "Are they ... your girlfriends?" There was a trace of hope in her voice. Rebecca grinned and then looked at me. Mia just blushed. Rebecca started, "No, we're just friends. I'm actually renting a room." "And I just spend a lot of time here," Mia said. I smiled warmly and gestured, "Rebecca has been our personal trainer since before the wedding. Mia is the interior designer for this whole place." Kate gawked and looked around in amazement. "Really? Because this place is gorgeous!" Mia blushed and looked down. "Well, most of the credit has to go to Jeff. He's the architect. I just threw up some paint and some pictures." I continued on, "And the floors and the furniture and the..." "Alright, alright," Mia waved me off. "You all seem so happy," Kate said mournfully. "I'm sorry to be a rainy cloud on your morning." "Don't worry about it," Rebecca waved her off. Charlotte interrupted just then, putting a hand to her Bluetooth earpiece. "Do you have a lot of things? I mean, do you need a moving truck?" she asked Kate. "Oh, no. Nothing like that. Most of it belongs to Stavros so there'll just be a few suitcases." "So, like a big SUV would do?" "That would be plenty big enough." Charlotte nodded and then turned to Taylor. "Returning here, ma'am?" Taylor nodded but then Kate interrupted, "Oh, no. I wouldn't want to impose. I'm sure Ashlyn and Marty would put me up for a bit." Taylor visibly stiffened. It was a sudden enough move that everyone in the room caught it. Kate was the first to ask, "What?" Taylor went practically catatonic and I immediately got out of my chair and went to her. I could see the fright in her eyes and from the expression on her face, it looked like she was reliving the experience. I immediately wrapped my wife up in my arms as she began to shudder against my shoulder and clutched herself to me. Huskily, I whispered, "You didn't tell her?" Taylor managed to burble, "I didn't want to think about it last night." "What?" Kate asked again with concern, certain that something she had done had set Taylor off. I looked over at the blonde model with a mournful expression on my face. Then patiently I said, "Martin Dean raped Taylor last night. It was less than a minute, but he did force himself on her while she tried to fight him off." Abject horror went into Kate's face. "No ... no!" she said in disbelief. Rebecca, Mia, and Charlotte similarly gasped in shock. Charlotte actually started to get angry. "That sonofabitch!" I just nodded. "Everyone saw it. That's why he and Ashlyn left in such a hurry. Giorgio kicked him out." "Marty wouldn't!" Kate said weakly. "He was coked up and drunk, Kate." "Oh, Taylor!" Kate was suddenly off her chair and kneeling next to my wife and me. "I'm so sorry! I'm such an idiot! I spent all night talking your ear off about Stavros and everything!" "It's okay, Katie," Taylor sighed soothingly and seemed to relax. "It's okay. I didn't really want to talk about it last night anyways and it made me feel better to help you out." I started to relax my grip and Taylor bent and pecked me on the cheek. I took that as my cue to let her assert herself without me as a crutch, and she sat up straight and focused on Kate. "Come on," Taylor said with a smile on her face. "Your breakfast is getting cold." ------- Stavros wasn't home when we came to the apartment. Taylor insisted that we go along as Kate's backup in case we ran into him. And then we got Kate's clothes, jewelry, and a very few personal effects packed away with calm efficiency. Kate herself seemed resigned to her fate and she didn't linger. She just threw everything into her suitcases and kept moving. I whistled at the girl's shoe collection, which took up an entire huge suitcase by itself. At 11:50am, we were just heading out the door when Kate got a text message. She went still and Taylor asked, "What?" "It's Ashlyn," Kate said tonelessly. "She wants to meet for lunch." Taylor and I looked at each other and then at Kate. "You want us to come with you?" Kate nodded quickly. "Okay, but tell her you don't want Dean coming too," Taylor said coldly. Instead of texting, Kate held down her speed-dial and then put the phone to her ear. After a short pause, she said, "Hey. Yeah, it's me." Her voice was anything but enthusiastic. From then on we only got half the conversation. "Oh, you heard? ... News travels fast ... He's moving Elena in? That bitch! ... No, no. I'm over it. Stavros is an asshole anyways..." Then Kate's eyes swiveled up to us. "No, no. I got a place to stay ... Yeah, really ... Uh, I'll talk about it when I see you, okay? ... Sure ... The deli's fine. I'll meet you there..." Kate licked her lips and furrowed her brow, and then she seemed to wince when she looked up at Taylor. "Uh, one more thing, Ash. You need to come alone ... Because ... Because I know what he did to Taylor, Ash..." There was a long silence as Ashlyn was apparently talking for quite a bit. "Yeah, I'm with Taylor and Johnny right now. They're helping me move out and I'm staying with them ... Okay, okay ... Yeah, Giuseppe's does sound better for this ... See you in a bit ... Bye." Kate closed her phone and looked up at us. "Giuseppe's at 12:30? She's coming alone." Taylor just nodded. ------- We'd sent Charlotte back to the house with the cargo van. Kate, Taylor, and I found a quiet booth and settled in to wait for Ashlyn to arrive. We were closer to the restaurant and figured we had at least ten minutes. At first, everyone was quiet in the awkward silence. And then, Kate glanced at Taylor before looking at me. "Johnny, do you remember what we were talking about at the party?" My mind flashed back over to Kate's claims of the girls keeping score and her need for what amounted to a "patron" to keep her in an apartment as his kept mistress. "Uh, yeah," I answered carefully and reached for my water glass. "Do you think I'm fuckable?" I nearly spit out my water. "Excuse me?" Taylor looked back and forth between us. "Do you..." Kate leaned forward and slowly reached up, pulling the strap of her borrowed dress down her shoulder until it slipped off. " ... think I'm fuckable?" "Kate..." Taylor said with a slight warning tone. "You don't need to." "Please, Johnny. I just need to know." I read a serious undercurrent behind what Kate was asking. She wasn't just asking me if I wanted to have sex with her. Pretty much every straight guy on the planet would consider Kate 'fuckable'. She had a beautiful face, a slender body, and a casual sensuality anyone could appreciate. Kate was asking if I measured her against the other women I knew. Would she just be a fuck and run? Or would I consider her girlfriend material ... for ME. This couldn't be a simple yes or no answer. "Kate, you're welcome to stay with us for as long as you need," I began, and Kate's face visibly fell. "I just want to help." "So I'm a pity case, thanks," she said sarcastically. "No, Kate, you're a friend. You're Taylor's friend and ... well ... you're at least an acquaintance of mine." "But I'm not fuckable?" I sighed and closed my eyes. For a moment, I pictured the platinum blonde kneeling before me, her dark eyes focused down on my cock as she ... serviced ... me. I knew what she looked like naked, and even though she didn't have big tits or the most amazing figure I'd ever seen, Kate DID stir something extra inside me, that something extra that separated the pretty girls from the women who inspired my lust. I winced as I looked at Taylor. "Kate, I am very attracted to you. At Giorgio's party, I wanted to have sex with you and I would have cum with you, okay? But ... well, you didn't seem interested at the time." Kate seemed to soften at my words. She looked at Taylor and then exhaled slowly, her eyes flicking up and down between me and the table in front of her. "I would have liked that." She gave a faint smile as she settled for looking at the table. "Taylor raves about you in bed and I DID want to feel that. But I was running out of time. I knew Stavros was going to dump me and I had to try for the other two guys. Going after you would have been a waste of time. I kinda knew you weren't the type to have kept mistresses hanging out around the world." I shrugged. Taylor slid her hand onto my leg underneath the table and I squeezed it. I turned to Kate and said, "I've got more than I can handle under my roof already." Taylor blushed. Kate looked at me. "But you ARE sleeping with all those women under your roof, right?" I sat up straight, abashed for a moment. "Oh, no. I'm not criticizing," Kate waved me off. "I just wanted to confirm what I'd already figured. I see the way they look at you. Those girls are all intimately familiar with you." I nodded. "I will, too," Kate said earnestly. "Excuse me?" "I'll sleep with you, too. You may not have kept mistresses, but maybe I can be your first. I won't get in the way of your marriage or anything. I just need someone to take care of me and maybe a little spending money every now and again. You seem to have more than enough. And anytime you want me, I'll make myself available to you." "Kate, that's not how it works," Taylor said urgently. "Kate, you don't HAVE to do anything," I stated. "I already said you can stay with us for as long as you need. You don't have to sleep with me." "I told you. I don't. Want. To be. A pity case," she said with clenched teeth. "It's not about pity." "Then what? If I don't give you something in exchange for taking care of me, then that's charity no matter how you sugarcoat it. I don't have any money. I don't have a modeling contract. And I don't have any other skills. All I have is my body." Taylor said with concern, "Kate, you're sounding dangerously close to-" "I'm not a WHORE!" Kate said a little too loudly. Several other people in the restaurant turned to look. Abashed, Kate closed her eyes and calmed down. After a slight growl escaped her throat, Kate looked straight at the table again. "And I'm NOT going back to Kansas." We were all quiet for a long few minutes. I squeezed Taylor's hand and she sighed with weariness. I got the impression that she'd had a similar conversation with Kate last night. But then the silence was broken when Kate started sobbing again. Her mascara began to run and she buried her face in her hands. Taylor and I looked at the broken-down young woman and I couldn't help but feel the pity that she so desperately didn't want. "Why don't you want me?" Kate looked up at me through tear-streaked eyes. "Why am I not good enough for you?" My heart went out to her for her situation. But while attracted to her, I couldn't justify in my conscience to sleep with her in this situation. Somehow, Kate had to break free of the notion she needed to whore herself out to some rich man to eek out her existence. Taylor took Kate's hand and leaned in. "Look, we'll figure this out, okay? Just stay with us for a little while and we'll work on it. I can help you find another modeling contract. If you need a job to pay the bills, Johnny's got lots of connections even if you don't have the formal skills." "I don't even have a high school diploma, Taylor." "Whatever. We'll figure it out." "That's still charity," Kate moaned. I stifled my urge to say she needed a little charity if her life was as messed up as she thought. Kate's self-esteem was fragile enough as it was. "It's not charity, Kate," Taylor seemed to read my mind and glared at me for even thinking it. "It's connections. It's the way the world works. I know people who know people who can help you out, okay? This is Manhattan." Kate stopped sniffling and sat up. Then she squeezed Taylor's hand. "Okay." Ashlyn chose that moment to arrive. She took one look at Kate's running mascara and then the look of hate in Taylor's eyes over what her boyfriend had done. Nervously, the stunning redhead looked around and asked, "How's everyone doing?" ------- "You have to believe me, Taylor. He's not like that," Ashlyn pleaded. Lunch was practically forgotten. Not that the girls would have eaten much of it anyways. "Cocaine doesn't make you do anything more than what you already want to do inside," I stated emphatically. "Everyone gets a little carried away when they're loaded," Ashlyn said defensively. "I'm not excusing what he did. It was horrible! I'm just trying to say it was a product of the circumstances." "Sticking your dick into a woman screaming 'NO' is not an accident, Ashlyn," Taylor said hotly. Once again, Taylor's words were a little too loud and got the attention of a few other restaurant patrons. She quieted down as they turned to look at our booth once again. Ashlyn sighed and looked down. And with her eyes still downcast, she said, "Look, I don't know what you want from me, Taylor." "I want you to LEAVE HIM," my wife hissed. "You're my friend and I don't want to see you with that kind of monster! He's bad news and we've been telling you that from the beginning!" Ashlyn fixed me with a cold gaze. "He ever rape a woman before?" My jaw waggled a bit. "Uh, no." "Then it's a one-time, misstep over the line. Everybody makes mistakes." "He HAS had several complaints for assaulting women," I added in a hurry. "Can you prove it?" "Uh, no," I admitted. "Nothing criminal was ever filed. But just like this, we can't really file an official charge against him. But everyone saw it. Oh and there would be records with human resources at the firm." Ashlyn sighed and looked at all three of us. "I don't believe you, Johnny. I don't. He's just not that kind of man." "And you're blinded by love," Taylor hissed. "What about you, Kate? You ever see him get violent?" Ashlyn turned to the blonde. Kate looked like she wanted to support me and Taylor, especially given her new living circumstances. But she said, "No. I mean, I've never spent as much time around him as you have, Ashlyn. But apart from some slightly rough sex ... no. He hasn't done anything around me." "There. Okay?" And with that, Ashlyn stood up from the booth. She grabbed her purse, apparently tired of trying to defend her boyfriend. "Don't say I didn't try to warn you," Taylor said somberly. Ashlyn sighed. "Look, I know you're just trying to do what you think is best for me. But you're wrong about him. Marty's a good man. Now most friends I would ask to just support ME, even if they didn't approve of my choice of boyfriend. Given what's happened to you — and I admit he made a terrible mistake — I can understand where you're coming from. But I think you're blowing it out of proportion." I scowled at that pronouncement. Rape is rape. There is no 'out of proportion'. I'd come very close to it myself. "Kate," Ashlyn continued, "I really just wanted to make sure you're alright. Stavros was an asshole who didn't deserve you. And..." Ashlyn looked at us for a moment before looking back to her blonde friend. "If things don't work out at Taylor's place, I KNOW Marty would be happy to let you stay with us for a while. Okay?" Kate nodded. "Okay." "Bye guys. I'll see you later." And then the gorgeous redhead whirled away. ------- Taylor and I said we'd see Kate later, after giving her time to unpack. Despite the fact that we hadn't done much that day, we were still exhausted. I'd also forgotten how much of a pain it was to drive back and forth to Manhattan from Montauk. As we left Kate's room, Rebecca smiled at us and went in, knocking on the open door. "Hey Kate. I'm Rebecca, in case you forgot. If you need anything, I'm right across the hall." There was a quiet pause and I stopped walking away for just a moment. Taylor caught my expression and she paused as well. We were out of sight from inside Kate's new bedroom. "So you're his type?" Kate asked. "Type?" Rebecca said, not understanding. Then a moment later, she stammered, "Uh, I don't really think John has a type. I mean, we're all pretty different. Look at me and Mia." "Well, you both have bigger tits than me. Is that why he doesn't want to sleep with me?" Kate answered. Again with the 'fuckability' question. I rolled my eyes and was about to turn around and go back in to try and re-explain it to Kate, but Taylor grabbed my arm and then started purposely walking me away. "You can't fix everyone, Johnny." "I'm not trying to fix everyone. I just want that girl to know she doesn't have to be locked into that cycle of being a rich man's mistress for the rest of her life! The girl's got serious self-esteem issues right now and thinking it's because her tits aren't big enough isn't going to help." "Come on, Johnny. Why don't you focus on your wife for a bit, okay?" I sighed and wrapped my arm around Taylor. Together, we headed for the stairs. Leaning into her, I asked, "You okay, honey?" "Yeah, I'm fine. Believe it or not, confronting the issue with Ashlyn made me feel a lot better about what happened. She's right about one thing." "What's that?" Taylor wrapped me up with both arms. "Martin Dean sticking his dick into me for twenty seconds isn't the end of the world." The very thought started getting me angry. "Well, I-" "I'm not saying I'm happy about it or anything," Taylor quickly looked up at me. "But my life will go on." Once we were just outside of our bedroom, Taylor said gently but seriously, "Now, honey, I've lived the last seventeen or so hours of my life knowing the last thing inside my pussy was Martin Dean's dick. Are you going to make me live with that a second longer than you have to?" I hadn't thought of that. I turned immediately to her. "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry." "Don't be sorry; just fix this problem, a problem you CAN fix for me." "Well..." I looked down at my crotch and my flaccid penis. "The thought of Dean doing that to you isn't exactly a turn on." "That's okay, I've planned ahead," Taylor said and then pushed the door open. Reclining on the bed was Cassandra, clad in a sky blue bra with a big bowtie between her breasts. A matching sky blue panty set with similar bowties over each hip finished the rest of her outfit. The color brought out the sparkle in Cassandra's eyes. And when I turned back to Taylor, I saw that she'd dropped her dress, revealing a navy blue lingerie ensemble that did an amazing job of showing off her body. Immediately my pulse began to quicken and I felt new life stirring in my cock. I stopped and hugged my wife. "I love you, Taylor." "I love you too, Johnny." ------- THIS was my life. This was the life I wanted to lead, the life that made me happy. All I needed was right here, in the bed with me. Everything else was just icing on the cake. Taylor had done the honors on Cassandra's panties, pulling both bowties loose before burying her face into the statuesque blonde's snatch. I stripped myself and then worked off Cassandra's bra, grinning like a kid in a candy store as I opened the bow and watched my presents being revealed. Diving headfirst into her cleavage afterwards was just a bonus. I swear, Taylor got more worked up eating pussy than getting eaten. And as soon as she felt lubricated, which was less than two minutes into munching on Cassandra's clit, my wife turned to me and pressed me onto my back. Taylor's thong fluttered off somewhere behind her and then she was straddling me and slotting me into position. After being sexually assaulted, I could understand her desire to be on top and in control of the situation. But I wasn't expecting her raw desire and absolute urgency to start fucking once again. Still so early into the foreplay, Taylor's tunnel was extremely tight. But she had just enough lubrication to sink steadily and soon I was balls deep inside my wife. Taylor shuddered happily when we came fully together, and then she bent over to kiss me wetly. Cassandra was making quick work of Taylor's bustier, eventually pulling it off and at last, all three of us were naked. "I love you guys," Taylor moaned as Cassandra cupped her tits from behind and nibbled on her neck while I drilled my cock up and into her pussy. "We love you too," Cassandra husked and then went back to kissing my wife's neck. We made up for lost time that night. And we reassured each other just how strong our bond was with each other. I could go out and screw the Mailes and Milenas and Jennas of the world while Taylor could have her Mickeys and Nickys and Giorgios. But at the end of the day, the only real love was shared between the three of us. For Taylor, it was a subtle thing. She loved her play and she enjoyed her sex, but the only people she made LOVE with were me and Cassandra. We were the only ones she opened her heart to and trusted enough to see her true colors. An outsider looking in on Taylor's sexplay would never see the difference. But when she was with one or both of us, we could tell. For Cassandra, it was in the way she became attentive to us, almost subservient to our desires for pleasure. If she was having sex with another woman like Kaitlyn or Rebecca, she sought her pleasure like an equal. But when she was with us, it was as if she reached her state of bliss only by doing everything she could to help us reach ours. Every time, giving one of us an orgasm was far more important to her than getting one of her own, and yet she did it without becoming submissive. It was like she knew what was best for us even if we didn't necessarily agree. For me, it was in a glaringly obvious symbol of trust: I came inside them. When I reached my limits of pleasure, my balls uncoiled and I released everything I had in me without restraint. So after Taylor rode her way to three orgasms with MY cock inside of her and with Cassandra's hands and lips all over her body, I simply relaxed and let nature take its course, geysering my cum up and into my wife's body and pouring out my soul through the blast. And later, while I pounded into Cassandra's clenching pussy missionary-style with Taylor riding her face and kissing me at the same time, I believed in my heart that I was making love with a person who would never let me down. And as my cum jetted forth into Cassandra's body, each shot was a reminder of that infinite love. Three times I came that night. My ladies orgasmed several more than that. It was an evening set to the soundtrack of: "Fuck me, Jonathan!" "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" "Eat me! Fucking eat me!" And "Baby you've got such a wicked tongue!" And above all else: "I love you, Johnny." "I love you, Taylor." "I love you, Cassandra." "I love you, Jonathan." Our final time, Taylor lay flat on top of Cassandra: chest to chest and mouth to mouth. I knelt between their legs, alternating back and forth, pistoning my rod in and out of Taylor's pussy from behind then giving Cassandra a few minutes before switching again. My two loves ground their clits against each other, kissing wetly and caressing each other's body with featherlight touches. We moved together, not synchronized as one, but in harmony. When someone pushed, the other gave. When someone moved to the right, the other complimented. It was just the way our relationship worked. And when I came, it didn't matter which one of them I was in. We weren't husband, wife, or assistant. We were just US. Taylor and Cassandra both moaned in rapture as the orgasms swept through their bodies. And I wrapped my arms around both of them as I hunched my hips forward and exploded ... into HER body. Taylor's whole body shook and Cassandra quaked and I jerked spasmodically as the torrent poured out of me. Each blast of cum set them both off, our climaxes spiraling higher and higher and higher until there was nowhere left to go. It was just me, Taylor, and Cassandra. They were all I needed. ------- Chapter 4: The Houseguest JULY Rebecca counted repetitions, "Five ... six, come on ... seven..." I groaned and took the next step, feeling burn throughout my body. "Don't cheat, John! Lower." "Urgh!!!" I grunted and kept going. "Eighteen ... nineteen ... twenty! Break." I opened my hands, dropping the weights onto the floor and knelt, my back hunching forward as I wheezed. "I'm ... I'm going to kill you..." "John, you're not going to kill me," Rebecca said knowingly. "I'm..." I panted. "I'm going to kick you out of the house..." "Hey!" Rebecca exclaimed. "Just for that, I should make you do twenty more!" I HATED lunges. She KNEW I hated lunges, which was probably why she'd already made me do so many in the first place. Plus, doing so many AFTER attacking the rowing machine just about gave me a heart attack. I gasped for air and Rebecca came around with a bottle of Gatorade. "You're a sadist," I croaked. "You're out of shape. Too much partying the past month or so. And don't even get me started on that stupid cocaine stunt you pulled. You KNOW that shit isn't healthy for you." I rolled my eyes up to her. "I think you're just pissed I haven't fucked you in weeks." After Giorgio's party, I'd been taking extra care to pay attention to Taylor and remind her how much I loved her. With so much of my focus on my wife, I hadn't been paying much attention to the other women in the house. "Damn straight I am!" She put her fists on her hips and glared at me. I started grinning as I saw the hard dents of her nipples poking through the bosomy brunette's sports bra. Rebecca caught the look and said coldly, "Still in a good mood? I think I WILL make you do twenty more lunges. With heavier weights!" "Mercy! Mercy!" I pleaded. "Two orgasms. C'mon. I'll eat you right now." "Fuck eating me. Mia eats me every night. I need some hard thrusting, John." I groaned and hung my head. "You should have thought of that before you killed off my ab muscles." ------- "Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Harder! Come on! Pound me! YEEEESSSS!!!" Rebecca tightened her grip on the barbell, still locked into its rack above her. With her eyes squeezed shut, her head was shaking and her dark ponytail wriggled like a snake behind her. I watched her arm muscles flexing as she raised her torso off the bench and tightened her legs around my hips. And as her second orgasm coursed through her body, she bucked her hips at my crotch repeatedly. I had to fight to hold my own orgasm at bay. And just when I thought I'd have to let go of my personal trainer's hips and pry her legs off me, she relaxed her grip and I pulled my cock out just in time to begin ejecting wave after wave of cum all over the front of her body, the furthest jets splattering her impossibly round tits and the rest trailing lower across her rippled abs and finally right on top of her pussy. When I was done, I was breathing as hard as if I'd done another hundred lunges, my hands on my knees as I hunched over and panted for air. Rebecca just relaxed against the bench, scooping my jism off her tits and licking her fingers. "Mmm ... I needed that..." A knock sounded at the glass door and I turned to see Kate waltz in, wearing nothing but a sports bra and cotton shorts. Her pretty face was free of any makeup, and her platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, the dark roots of her natural hair starting to show more obviously. Overall, she wasn't making any effort to look sexy, but I couldn't help but appreciate her beauty. Plus, Kate had a DYNAMITE ass. "Are you two FINALLY done? I've been waiting a half-hour to start my workout," Kate stuck her tongue out at me. Rebecca, still in the afterglow of orgasm, said dreamily, "You could've come in a half-hour ago. I wouldn't have minded..." ------- Five minutes later, Rebecca and I were in the locker room taking a shower to clean up. We didn't have the full spray on, but there was still plenty of water massaging us from all angles. Rebecca paused from shampooing her hair to turn and look at me. My eyes yo- yoed down to her naked breasts for a moment before I returned my gaze to her face. "So how come you haven't slept with Kate yet?" I rolled my eyes and turned to get more soap into my hands. "Contrary to popular belief, I don't screw every pretty woman I meet." "Well ... ALMOST every pretty woman," Rebecca reasoned. "And especially a pretty woman living right under your roof who REALLY wants to crawl inside your pants. I see the way she looks at you." I looked away as if mentally trying to avoid the thought. But my traitorous cock began to stir, something Rebecca didn't fail to notice. Suddenly, Rebecca was standing right in front of me and well within my personal space. Her soapy hands came up and she began to rub my chest with her left while her right slid around my dick. "Well... something certainly WANTS to." "Yeah, it's got a mind of its own," I admitted. "But it's complicated." "She told me. I mean, Taylor told me." Rebecca dropped the sultry voice and just spoke plainly. "I know the idea of a woman sleeping with you out of obligation is a big turn-off for you." "It is," I replied. And Rebecca frowned as I started to go soft in her hand. "But what about good old-fashioned attraction? Don't you think she's pretty?" I took a step back and pulled free of my trainer's grasp. "Are you trying to get me to sleep with Kate?" "Well, no ... not exactly," Rebecca waffled. I just looked at her sternly. "It's just, we've gotten to talking, okay? Yeah, Kate has this messed up idea of living her life from boyfriend to boyfriend, being a 'kept mistress' as she puts it, until she can romance a man into making her a trophy wife. She's got a big self- esteem problem in that she thinks that's all her life is worth. She's broke, she's always starving, and she's horny. And you're NOT helping." "What?" "How do think it must feel to be the only woman in this household you won't sleep with?" Rebecca asked point blank. "Well ... not the ONLY woman..." I hedged. "Great, you're going to lump Kate in with Dorothy and the staff?" Rebecca glared at me. "Modeling is a competitive world from what I can see and that poor girl's sense of status is all fucked up right now. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, but she's convinced she's an ugly, fat, chestless cow." "What?" Rebecca sighed and collected herself, the only sounds coming from the sprays insistently pelting us with water. "Computer, water off." The speaker system chirped a confirmation. A moment later all the shower sprays ceased and we were plunged into silence. Rebecca started speaking again. "Kate's probably in the top percent of beautiful women in this world, but compared to her peers, she hasn't measured up. She's lost her modeling contract and the man who paid for her lifestyle, without finding anyone else. And on top of all that, now she's the one woman in this house who can't get you to sleep with her." "I'm not a benchmark for attractiveness in this house, Rebecca." "You are if you're the odd one out." "So what? You're telling me to sleep with her so she doesn't feel left out?" "No," Rebecca looked at me with her dark eyes mournfully. "But sometimes a girl just needs to get laid to feel like an attractive woman." ------- I reclined on my favorite chair in what had been dubbed "The Common Room" by the girls. At the far end of the guest wing was a small living room with couches and a TV. It was ideal should a guest want to relax somewhere other than their bedroom, but not come out into the main area of the house. Other than the Underground Bar by the pool, the Common Room was Rebecca's and Mia's favorite place to chill out and unwind. Whenever Kaitlyn and Jeff visited, they also hung out in the area. And purely from social gravitation, Charlotte and Taylor could be found in the Common Room, chatting with the other girls quite frequently. There was also an unspoken understanding concerning my presence in the Common Room: if I was there, then I was available and interested in some company. Like today, I was feeling a bit horny, but Cassandra was off organizing something and Taylor had a shoot. Of course, me being available and interested didn't necessarily mean anything was going to happen. None of our guests were obligated to me in any way. Sexual encounters had to be of mutual interest. On the other hand, Taylor and Cassandra were always my priorities, so the other women in the house didn't get me as much as they may have liked, especially Mia. In the past week, Mia had taken a cue from Rebecca and moved in with us as a renter. That made me the most convenient dick and she simply couldn't get enough. And so I sat in the Common Room, waiting for one of the girls to stop by and start up their little seduction games. The modest part of me didn't want to assume any certainty that I was going to get laid today, but the egotist in me was sure SOMEONE would come along shortly. Even if not Rebecca or Mia, Charlotte frequently stopped by to submit herself. Sure enough, the sound of high heels on the floor got my attention and I looked up from my magazine in eager anticipation, expecting Mia since Rebecca wasn't a fan of heels and I knew Charlotte would be with Taylor. But to my surprise, a beautiful platinum blonde strutted into the room. "Oh, hey Kate," I tried to say casually. But my mind was on sex and I couldn't help but ogle the willowy blonde. She was wearing a sheer outfit that screamed sexiness, complete with skyscraper heels and stockings. Her makeup was elaborate and designed for seduction. And she'd recently redone her hair, erasing the darker roots with her platinum dye job and getting it cut into a short and sleek hairdo. My eyes warred with me to focus on her face and I stammered, "You back already? How'd it go at the agency?" I knew Kate hadn't dressed up just for me. Taylor had organized an interview for Kate at her own modeling agency. Kate gave me a funny look, as if she knew what I was thinking. With effortless grace, she turned and sank down onto a chair nearby to me. "It went well, I hope. I was poised and I answered all their questions intelligently. But the fact has always been that while I'm pretty, I've never been pretty enough to be a top model." Kate sighed forlornly and looked at the floor. "They might give me a short-term contract; but to be honest, I think it's just to keep Taylor happy. They don't actually want me. Story of my life." "Kate, don't go there again." She managed a weary smile. "What, getting bored of my depressing attitude?" "Things will get better," I tried to say reassuringly. She just waved me off. "It's okay. I know it's not sexy to be depressed. I'll never get another boyfriend if I've got this attitude around them." Kate took a deep breath and sat up straight, then turned to face me with a fresh smile on her face. I recognized the pose, with the canted head, exposed neckline, and sultry expression. Taylor used it on me often enough. "So, how are you doing, Johnny?" I managed a wry grin and let us start over, the previous conversation forgotten. "I'm doing well, Kate." "Can't be too well. You ARE still in the Common Room," she leered at me, her dark eyebrows and heavy eyeliner making her gaze even more piercing. "Huh?" I arched an eyebrow. "The girls told me the unwritten meaning of you sitting there. And since you're still sitting there, then you must be horny and have not yet found relief." "What? Can't a man just relax and read a magazine in his own home?" I protested. "Not in this room you don't. When you walk into this room you're expecting to get laid. "Now, now. I have no expectations of anyone in this house, save for maybe my wife." "Riiight..." Kate husked. Then she leaned forward and put her hand on my leg. "So, Johnny ... Master of the House ... would you like me to fulfill your needs?" Her question sounded so much like asking to "serve" me, like Brittany had used the word. And that thought immediately brought to mind Kate's sense of obligatory sex in exchange for housing and efforts to help her out. I frowned and my brow furrowed, "Kate, you KNOW I don't want you to feel obligated." Kate pulled her hand away and sat up, apparently realizing her attempt to be seductive had backfired. "I don't, John." Her use of my name instead of the Taylor-inspired playful "Johnny" got my attention. Kate sighed and then leaned forward, placing her hand on my knee again. "John, I get that now. Just like Rebecca and Mia aren't obligated. But at least they still GET to have sex with you," she pleaded with her eyes. "So forget obligations, John. Just look at me." Kate canted her head and adopted her seductive pose once again. "Tell me ... aren't I fuckable?" My mind immediately flashed to Kate's previous use of the term. Then, the word had carried a serious undercurrent of meaning. She hadn't been asking me if I thought her sexually attractive; she'd been asking if I wanted her as my mistress. But this time, as she arched her neck and lightly ran her fingers down the upper slopes of her chest and down towards her cleavage, I detected no hidden meaning. The image of me and the lithe and beautiful Kate twisted up in bedsheets popped into mind and involuntarily I took a deep breath with mild excitement. My eyes were on her body for a long few moments before I flicked my gaze back up to hers. "Yes, Kate. You're very attractive," I admitted. I sighed. "But why would you want to sleep with me if not for some personal gain?" "Do you know why Rebecca and Mia sleep with you?" She asked sweetly. I shrugged. "Because you're supposed to be a fucking GOD in bed," Kate answered huskily, her breathing speeding up as well. "We models talk..." Before I could answer, I heard new footsteps coming from the hallway and then Mia squealed, "John's in the Common Room!" But as the pretty Chinese girl came into the room, she saw the blonde sitting beside me, dressed to the nines. Mia practically skidded to a halt. "Oh, sorry Kate." Mia glanced back and forth between me and her and at Kate's hand still on my knee. Something dawned on Mia and then she looked at the two of us closely. And then Mia turned to face me. "Wait ... I thought Kate was off-limits or something?" "What? Why?" I couldn't help asking. Mia shrugged. "I don't know. Because you haven't yet? Perhaps because she's Taylor's friend?" "Am I?" Kate quickly asked, referring to the off-limits question. She turned to me. "Is that why you won't touch me?" "No, no," I waved them off. We'd been at the party and Taylor had explicitly excluded Ashlyn, but made no mention of Kate. Indeed, when Kate ran off to try and seduce herself a rich patron, I was about a minute away from bending her over and taking her. "Taylor never made you off-limits." "Oh, so it's just because you don't see me as fuckable, then," Kate said dejectedly. My heart sank and my conversation with Rebecca came to mind. I hated to see Kate sad, hated to feel like I was further damaging her self-esteem, and I leaned forward, brushing my hand against her cheek. "Kate, you're beautiful and so sexy..." I let my eyes obviously trail down her body. Kate's eyes brightened hopefully. "So..." Mia shifted her weight, jutting her hips out as she leaned down and braced her hand on Kate's chair. A saucy grin crossed her face and her tongue snaked out across her lower lip. "What do you think, Kate? Should we show him what we were doing last night?" Kate wasn't expecting to hear that comment. She jerked her hand away from my knee and started blushing furiously. No amount of makeup could have covered the rosy pink coming up her neck. "Don't be bashful," Mia teased, her Hong Kong British accent getting thicker the more excited she became. "What, do you think he's not used to bisexual women?" Kate just seemed embarrassed that Mia admitted they'd been having sex so boldly. The Chinese girl turned to me. "Kate has the most wicked tongue. I'll bet she could give you a blowjob that would turn your testicles inside out." I arched an eyebrow. "That's not exactly the kind of image I want in my head, Mia." Mia held her hands out to both of us. "Trust me. It FEELS much better than you'd think." Kate immediately took Mia's hand and then wide-eyed, she looked to me with endless hope and longing on her face. Dolled up, with the heels and the outfit and the elaborate makeup, her appearance was quite boner inducing. But the desire in her eyes made her practically irresistible. "Please John," Kate was on the verge of tears. "Make me feel like a fuckable woman." I reached up and took Mia's other hand. ------- There was no question who was in charge. Despite my status as master and owner of the house, the slender 22-year-old Chinese girl pushed me around like a rag doll and then flung me onto her bed. And then Kate was shrieking as Mia similarly grabbed and then tossed the platinum blonde at me. I landed on my back and then Kate hit the bed on top of me, her knee coming perilously close to my crotch as she landed. But then the willowy blonde needed no further prodding before she bent her head and pressed her lips to my face. I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through me as Kate kissed me. She had a fresh and yet spicy taste that I hadn't been expecting, but still excited me all the same. My latent attraction for her melded with the thrill of a new playmate, and soon all rational thought beyond the next few minutes ceased to function in my brain. I wrapped up Kate's head and shoulders in my arms, pulling her to me tightly as we continued to kiss fiercely. Our passion was interrupted only when Mia rejoined the fray, her hand sliding up between Kate's legs in a way that surprised the blonde and forced Kate to jerk her head up and squeal. Mia simply giggled as she left a finger inside Kate's pussy and grabbed onto the opposite hip, rolling the slender model off me and onto her back. Then Mia reached in and began to unfasten Kate's skirt. Meanwhile, I had not yet had my fill of Kate's spicy lips. I craned my head around, cupping her cheek in my palm as I turned her head to me. And then once again Kate's dark eyes looked at me with undisguised hunger as our mouths and tongues came together. While I was frenching Kate, Mia had tugged the skirt off, finally pulling it over Kate's heels and dropping the material to the floor. The panties were pulled over the garter straps and stockings. And then with typical Mia eagerness, she dove into Kate's bare-shaven crotch and began to happily slurp away. Kate moaned even harder and clutched my head to hers, slobbering all over me with lustful kisses. I simply CRAVED to see and feel her tits now, and without breaking our liplock, I fumbled my hands towards Kate's chest, feeling my way to the buttons on her blouse. The top three were already undone, no doubt for her interview; and I made quick work of the others. And while the hot blonde moaned into my mouth, my hand passed over her chest and palmed her boobs while my fingers walked down her cleavage until I could feel for a potential front clasp to her bra. Unfortunately, it wasn't a front-clasp. Kate figured out the problem, and after sighing in a fit of pique, she pushed Mia's head away, rolled over, and then stood up next to the bed. Nonplussed, Mia recovered quickly then moved over and started stripping off my lounge pants, eager to free my cock, which was iron hard and just as eager to be freed. Meanwhile, Kate arched an eyebrow and gave me a saucy grin as she stood up and ran both hands through her hair. Then, she spread her feet apart a few extra inches so that I could see the wonderful tone of her long legs, shown off by the black garters and stockings. The pose also gave me a nice view of her bare crotch, puffy pink pussy lips already spreading and glistening with moisture. She rolled her shoulders back, slowly dragging the blouse down her arms until it fell in a heap behind her. And then she folded her arms behind her to reach the back clasp to her push-up bra. By that point, I'd tossed off my shirt and Mia had stripped me naked below the waist. And just as Mia suckled me into her mouth, Kate's bra fell and her firm, perky tits popped into view. Kate had been right. While still a nice handful, her tits weren't very big. But they were beautifully shaped and capped with pale pink nipples that were just begging to be sucked. I mimed said sucking motion, and while still wearing her garters, stockings, and heels, the platinum blonde model approached the bed. I hadn't been very clear with my sucking motion, but I had no complaints when Kate mounted the bed and then straddled my face. And while she looked down at me through the valley between her breasts, she lowered that pretty pussy to my lips and I enthusiastically began to eat her out. "Oh, John ... Oh, John ... Mmm ... Yes! Yes!" she moaned. While my focus was on Kate's smiling face and pink pussy, Mia's focus was on my throbbing cock. The pretty Chinese girl sucked and stroked and licked me, moaning constantly like she was enjoying the best-tasting chocolate of her life. And soon, Kate's moans began to echo hers while I drilled my tongue up into the blonde's twat. It didn't take long to get Kate off. She'd been primed for me for weeks now, and as she rolled her hips on my chest and started to pant erratically, I popped a finger into her ass and the blonde model went nuts. "AAAAHHH!!!" Kat screamed as her hips jerked spasmodically. And I was soon rewarded with a deluge of sweet honey pouring into my mouth. And no sooner was she done than Kate had rolled over onto her back, her legs in the air and her arms stretched towards me. "Fuck me, John! Please! Come fuck me!" Mia looked up at me with my cock in her mouth. She shrugged and released me while I quickly turned over and scooted myself across the bed until I was kneeling over Kate's supine body. Her arms and legs were still reaching out to me, her hands opening and closing rapidly in a desperately needy gesture. And as soon as my cockhead touched her pussy lips, Kate stopped wriggling and just clapped her hands onto my shoulders, pulling me into her with a frantic urgency. "YES!!!" Kate screamed as my cock plunged in. She wasn't overly tight, but her pussy had a nice, springy constriction and easily accepted me in and then pinched snugly once inside. Her legs shifted up my chest as she threw her feet over my shoulders, and automatically I moved my hands up and down her legs to feel the fabric of her stockings against my skin. Kinky... At first, I simply stared down in wonder at Kate's gleeful face. She had been looking so sad and depressed for the past few weeks I'd been seeing her that the mere sight of her smiling without restraint was incredibly beautiful. For at least this moment, she felt desirable, she felt "fuckable", and the transformation in her expression was truly a sight to behold. It didn't hurt that the sex felt AMAZING. "Oh, John! Oh, John! Fuck me! Fill me! Skewer me on your big dick! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I can't believe it's so fucking goooood!" We had no drugs in our systems. We didn't need it. Kate was riding the euphoria of having sex with me and I was feeding off that excited energy, drilling her aggressively and not even noticing the effort. Her tunnel clasped and squeezed and caressed instinctively. Even if Kate wasn't the upper-echelon of fashion models, she was definitely upper-echelon in sexual instincts. Along the way, Mia stripped herself naked and crawled along beside us. She wrapped her arms and hands around Kate, who turned her head to the Asian girl and the two exchanged a passionate kiss right before me. Mia stroked Kate's cheek tenderly as their mouths twisted and pushed and tugged, almost as if they were making love with just their mouths. They were beautiful. Mia then started moving her hands over Kate's tits, pinching the nipples and running her fingers lightly around the globes, as well as moving in to caress other nerves and erogenous zones. Kate was soon moaning into Mia's mouth, her eyebrows scrunching up and her jaw quivering. And as I carved out Kate's inner walls and Mia stroked the rest of her, we soon brought the pretty blonde model to a climax. Kate pulled her head away from Mia to arch her neck and scream at the ceiling. I felt the contractions in her pussy as her hips shuddered. Her body undulated and spasmed for a full minute it seemed, various limbs twitching and her feet seemingly tried to take my head off. And when she finished, her body went limp and she sagged against the mattress, panting to catch her breath. But my throbbing dick was far from finished. I looked and Mia and growled, "Next." The Chinese girl just grinned and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide while I pulled out of Kate, moved over a couple feet, and then speared Mia's pussy in one go. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" the Asian girl chanted while she bucked her hips to meet my every thrust. Missionary was probably our least used position because of Mia's incredible energy and sexual athleticism. This fuck turned out to be no different as she quickly started searching for a different position. Something "new" was achieved when she began to hunch torso towards me, elevating her hips and motioning for me to actually stand on the bed. For the first bit, I was able to keep my cock inside of her while she elevated her crotch into the air and started to balance her weight on her shoulders, which were mashed against the bed. But soon I had to pull out and let Mia reposition herself. In the end, Mia was practically upside-down and vertical, her chin pressed into her own chest as she looked up at me and with her feet straight up in the air while I trapped her legs against me. Aiming my prick downward, I leaned in and plunged back into Mia's clasping tunnel. I felt like I was starring in a porn movie. Adding to the porn feeling, Kate soon was up and kneeling next to us. With Mia's body stretched out as it was, Kate had easy access to lean in, tonguing Mia's clit and also my cock. Kate even tried to settle her own crotch over Mia's face, but from the awkward position, Mia wasn't able to effectively eat the blonde out without losing her own balance. Still, the thrill of the gymnastic position and the dual assault on her pussy was enough to take Mia over the top. And when Mia's tight pussy clenched down on me, I felt myself about to blow as well. Mia was shaking and moaning and at the last moment, she lost her balance and started toppling over to the side. I released her legs to let her fall gracefully, my dick pulling free in the process. But Kate was right there in perfect position to suck me into her mouth. And after only a few head bobs and some old-fashioned hoovering, the platinum blonde had me spurting gobs of cum all over her tongue. Kate rolled her eyes up to me while she jerked me off into her mouth, and I saw a deep sense of satisfaction in her gaze. She was kneeling before me as I stood above her. She was pumping my shaft with both hands, her mouth gaping wide open and looking on me with adoration as I gave her all my hot cock cream. It was as if she had succeeded: She was "serving" me and now had earned all the rewards she had desired. Eventually, I stopped cumming and Kate just leaned back to show me the pool of semen she'd been collecting. She looked so incredibly happy, and for a moment time seemed to stand still. But as we both mused on the happy moment while floating on the bliss of orgasm, we were suddenly interrupted when Mia tackled Kate from the side. Kate gave a strangled "urp!" as they fell, but then Mia's lips were on Kate's and her tongue was fishing inside the blonde's mouth for all my creamy goodness. And as I watched the two incredibly beautiful women swapping my cum, I felt some extra life begin to stir in my cock. I loved my life. ------- When it came time for dinner, Taylor and Charlotte still hadn't returned. My wife called to say her shoot was running late, and that they'd get dinner with friends afterwards. Hopefully, she would be home before midnight. Ever since Giorgio's Fourth of July "barbecue", I'd become used to nightly sex with my wife. As terrible as the Dean-incident had been for her, it had more tightly bonded us together. But since that wasn't going to happen this night, I looked around the dining table and started to weigh my options. Cassandra had joined Taylor and me last night. Rebecca and I had fucked at our last workout. And I'd of course just had Mia and Kate this afternoon. It was never a real contest: Kate fired up a new hunger in me. I briefly toyed with trying to arrange all four of the women for some playtime, but my gut told me that all I really wanted was Kate anyways. She was staring unabashedly at me throughout dinner. And once I made up my mind, I found myself making sly glances at her as well. If the others noticed, they didn't comment. But I was pretty sure everyone knew where I could be found later this night. Just before bedtime, I headed downstairs to the guest wing and silently went to Kate's room. I knocked, and she called softly, "Come in." We didn't need any words. Kate simply stood up next to her bed and beckoned to me. She had taken a shower before bed and yet the beautiful young woman had taken the time to doll up for me. Her makeup was fresh and alluring. She'd redressed in new, sexy lingerie with garters and wore four-inch heels that put her two inches taller than me. And the panties were already missing. I stepped forward and as Kate wrapped her arms around my shoulders and brought us together in a passionate kiss, I ran my hands over her smoothly lotioned body and ground my hard erection into her belly. I paused to cup her drumtight asscheeks and she moaned into my mouth. And when I ran a finger down her crack, I felt heavy moisture there and suddenly curious, I dipped my finger down to find that she had lubricated her asshole. Pulling away for a brief second, I looked into Kate's eyes. She seemed so smokily mysterious with the sharp contrast of her heavy black eyeliner and platinum, near-white hair. At the question in my gaze, her eyes dipped subserviently and she husked, "I wanted to be completely prepared for you, in all ways." My lust surged and I seized her body. Kate whimpered happily as I took her, penetrating her lubricated pussy and fiercely pounding myself into her while she writhed helplessly beneath me. I ripped apart her bra and then feasted on her rosy nipples. And when it was time for me to cum, I moved up and skullfucked her for a few strokes before blowing my load straight down her throat. After I rolled over into a sitting position, Kate continued to work my cock with her mouth, quickly reviving me and then lavishing my dick with pleasure until I felt in the mood to continue. I then stood Kate beside the bed and bent her over it. With her heels, she was the perfect height for me to piledrive myself into her pussy repeatedly, bringing her to orgasm several times. And when I started feeling the urge to cum, I picked her legs up and folded them in so that her feet came together just above her ass. And while I gripped her stiletto heels, I repositioned my cock to Kate's anal entrance and then savagely pushed my way inside. Towards the end of our assfuck, amidst Kate's whimpering and drooling and cumming, she moaned, "Anywhere, anytime, in any hole. I'm yours." I was so close to orgasm I didn't pay attention to the words. And after reaming her anal chute a few more strokes, I plunged forward a final time and let loose, filling her bowels with every drop of cum I had left in my body. When we were done, I moved around and kissed Kate's cheek tenderly. She smiled and hummed happily, and then I wiped myself up and got redressed. Taking one look back at Kate's disheveled body, a creamy white trail leaking out of her asshole, I smiled and then went to my bedroom to take a shower. Taylor would be home soon. ------- The next morning, after a group breakfast, we all split apart to take care of our own things. Mia had a new design project and she drove herself to Southampton. Rebecca had another client in East Hampton, so SHE drove herself off. Taylor had a meeting with her agency downtown while I had board meetings as well, so she, Charlotte, Cassandra, and I headed for Manhattan in the helicopter. Kate would be the only one staying at home, and the pretty blonde kissed my cheek before we left. Thirty seconds after takeoff, Taylor elbowed me in the ribs. "Kate seems happy," she said with a little smirk. I blushed and agreed, "She does." "Did you two finally... ?" Taylor arched an eyebrow at me. Cassandra and Charlotte eavesdropped without being obvious about. I nodded. "With Mia. Do you mind?" "No, no, of course not," Taylor waved me off. "I was surprised it took you this long, actually." "Well, you know why," I answered. She shrugged and then asked, "So you two worked out the whole 'obligation' thing?" "I think so," I said, uncertainty still in my voice. "I mean, she said she didn't feel obligated anymore. She understands we're just trying to help out a friend. But also, after talking with Rebecca, I started to figure out that I was kind of hurting her self-esteem by NOT sleeping with her." Taylor nodded. "You mean how she was the ONLY hot piece of ass in the house you weren't fucking?" "I'm not fucking EVERY hot piece of ass in the house," I protested. "You're right. You're not fucking the maids." Taylor rolled her eyes at Cassandra. " ... anymore..." she added. Cassandra just smirked. "Anyways," Taylor continued. "I was starting to see that. Kate's competitive, even more so now because she's been losing more often than winning lately. Each failure has been gnawing at her and I was beginning to worry that not having you was going to break her." Taylor put her hand on my arm. "I'm happy you can cheer up my friend. Thanks." "Well, uh, yeah..." I deadpanned. "It's SUCH a chore." Taylor laughed and I soon joined her, but Cassandra was rather more reserved. "I'm still concerned, Jonathan," my assistant spoke up. "Hm?" Taylor queried. "I'm not entirely convinced she won't try to play you like one of her rich boyfriends," Cassandra stated. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I don't know her personally like you do, Taylor." Cassandra bobbed her head forward. "But from what I understand, it's the only way she knows how to have a relationship: Keep her man happy and give him everything she can. And then expect gifts and a spending account and all of the things that would make her a 'kept mistress'." "But that's only because that was the way her men treated her," Taylor reasoned. "Johnny's not like that." "But unless Jonathan goes out of his way to establish their relationship under different parameters," Cassandra began. "She'll automatically start offering up everything and passive-aggressively expect all the benefits, whether consciously or not." Taylor and I both went quiet as we mused on that. Many hours after she'd said them, Kate's words came back to me. 'Anywhere, anytime, in any hole. I'm yours, ' she'd said. Cassandra just sighed and said, "Again, I don't know her personally all that well. So I may be wrong." Taylor waved Cassandra off. "I DO know Kate very well." Taylor hummed and smiled, her eyes going vacant for a second as she looked back on some memory. "She's a smart girl. As long as we make our intentions clear everything will be fine." I nodded my head, wanting to believe my wife. And then belatedly, the little smile on Taylor's face and the tone in her voice clicked something inside me. "Wait, Taylor," I began slowly. "Did you two ever... ?" Taylor grinned. "Of course." I started picturing my gorgeous wife and the alluringly sexy Kate twisting their bodies around each other. Taylor sultrily slid up to me and put a hand on my chest. "Why? Do you want to have us at the same time?" SPROING. ------- Two days later I got my wish. The seven of us spontaneously flew to Miami Beach for the weekend. In the hot, late-July heat, all six of my girls spent the entire two days wearing little more than skimpy bikinis. And on Saturday, after many, many shots of Tequila, all seven of us got into an orgy that lasted long into the wee hours of Sunday morning. The memory of me taking turns fucking either side of a Taylor-Kate sixty-nine will stay in my mind forever. The memory of laying back while twelve hands stroked my body was another. And by the time I passed out after hosing down Mia's face with my fourth orgasm of the night, I knew I was living a dream. ------- I strode into my boardroom with the confidence of knowing I owned the place. Quickly, I settled into my chair at the head of the table while Cassandra took the seat to my right. "Report," I stated. As one, all my Directors and Vice Presidents looked at Sharpley, my VP of Acquisitions. I caught all of them looking and rolled my eyes. "Now what?" He looked at the table. "Billings tabled our offer. They say they've got a better deal, with a golden parachute for the owner." I steamed. Sharpley wouldn't look me in the eye and I knew why. "Dean?" "Yes, sir," he answered, still staring at the table. Everyone went quiet for a full minute. I think my executives were actually holding their breath in anticipation of my verbal tirade. But none was forthcoming. In the end, I took a deep breath and said, "Fine. Next?" Matthews, my VP of Sales cleared his throat. "Good news sir." "Thank you," I said with relief and then let the meeting continue on. ------- "How are we on time?" I asked Cassandra as we strode out of the boardroom and headed for my office. "You've ten extra minutes. The meeting actually ended early." "Hmm ... ten minutes? What ever will I do?" I wondered aloud in a playful tone. "Perhaps a quick back rub will do you good, sir..." Cassandra purred before closing the door and sliding the lock with an obvious click. I turned and welcomed Cassandra into my arms as we came together for a soft kiss. The statuesque blonde moaned happily as our tongues intertwined, and my hands slid lower down and cupped her ass, pulling her against my newly formed erection. When we broke, Cassandra husked, "Or perhaps you'd like me to rub something other than your shoulders?" Suiting words to action her hand slid down and caressed my cock through my pants. I could only nod in agreement and groan. My gorgeous blonde assistant then pushed me down into my chair and made quick work of my fly, dropping my pants to my ankles and then holding my stiff cock upright with both hands. I saw her jaw quiver in anticipation before she surrounded my little head with her warm mouth. And then she moaned with delight as she took the thick shaft deeper, slurping at it like a hot popsicle. I settled into my chair and got a goofy grin on my face as my assistant fellated me. She worked me with obvious adoration and soon I felt the tingling in my balls signaling a quick end to our sexual encounter. After all, we only had ten minutes. But as the pressure built, so did my lustful cravings. And I realized I didn't just want to cum in her mouth. I had half a dozen girls who'd swallow my jizz. But there were only two whose pussies I could cream into. I reached down and started pulling Cassandra to her feet. "No, Jonathan! We don't have time," she hissed but allowed me to stand her up and then bend her over my desk. I pulled up her skirt until it just covered the upper halves of her buttcheeks, and then I pulled the strap of her panties to the side. Despite her protest, Cassandra was more than wet enough. And she moaned as I began to sink my cock into her from behind. I pumped her for a couple of minutes before she began moaning, "Fuck me, Jonathan. Fuck me..." Bracing my right hand against the desk, I reached around her body with my left hand. I pulled her blouse free of her skirt and then slid my arm inside the blouse, digging my fingers beneath her bra so that I could cup a round, swelling breast. Meanwhile, Cassandra slid her own hand down to diddle her clit, fighting to find a steady rhythm with my long thrusts jerking her body once every second. At last, she came with a quiet, "Fuck meeeee..." As I felt the spasms of her inner muscles, I slammed my hips forward twice more before holding myself in and then felt the unbelievably relaxing sensation as my dick began to spew out my pent-up load. I panted and wriggled my hips as I continued spunking inside her. "Ohhh ... Jonathan..." Cassandra sighed as she felt my jism splattering against her inner walls. And then we both went quiet so that there were no sounds but our heavy breathing. I pulled out and then grabbed a tissue to wipe myself up before tucking my deflating penis away. Soon, I was zipped up and ready to go. It took Cassandra another minute before she managed to push herself off my desk and get to her feet. She reached for the tissue box herself, but I reached out and stopped her arm. "No. I want you to feel me squishing inside you all day." Cassandra shivered and her eyes fluttered. Then she husked a soft, "Yes, sir." With that, she pulled her panties over her crotch and I immediately saw the white fabric darkening as the material started to get wet. She fixed her skirt and then checked her appearance in the wall mirror. "NOW we're late, Jonathan." ------- As it turned out, Taylor was even later than we were. So Cassandra and I slid into a booth and she squirmed a bit as she felt my cum still leaking out of her. When Taylor did arrive, she had company. "Hello John, Cassandra," Ashlyn nodded to us nervously, then slid in beside Taylor. Charlotte sat next to Cassandra. "Ashlyn," I nodded politely but glanced at Taylor. My wife was still upset that her good friend stood by Martin Dean post-rape, and I wasn't aware they'd had any contact recently. Everyone at the table was distinctly aware Taylor had been avoiding her for a little while. Taylor explained, "Ashlyn was in the area and asked to meet up with us. I didn't see any real reasons not to. I may not approve of her boyfriend, but she's still my friend." Ashlyn smiled weakly while I glowered at her, still angry at Dean. But I bit my tongue and said, "Of course. Friends are friends." Ashlyn shrugged. "I talked to Kate. She sounds much happier now. I wanted to thank you both for what you've done for her. I tried pressuring the agency into helping Kate out, but Taylor here is a LEGEND, and she's got a lot more clout than I do." "Kate got the contract?" I asked. "Yep. Just this morning." Ashlyn blushed and looked down. "And ... she told me what you've done for her, John." I couldn't help but smile at my own recent memories of Kate. "My pleasure," I said sincerely. Ashlyn giggled. "Sometimes a girl just needs to get laid to be free of her doldrums." "My man is DEFINITELY good for THAT," Taylor smiled and then leaned in to hug me. But when her face went to my neck, she went rigid. I arched an eyebrow and looked down at her. Taylor didn't look upset at all, but more curious as she began to sniff me. "What?" I asked. Taylor's nose kept twitching. "You smell like sex," she said with a sly grin on her face. And then she glanced over at Cassandra, who blushed and continued squirming in her seat. With that wordless communication I STILL haven't figured out, something passed between Cassandra and Taylor and then my wife's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me," Taylor said demurely and then before I realized it, she'd slipped underneath the table. "Taylor. Taylor?" I asked hurriedly to the tabletop. We all go the answer a moment later when Cassandra suddenly jerked in her seat and then sagged backwards, moaning softly. "Ohhh..." I had no doubt my wife was under the table, slurping my cream out of Cassandra's twat. And just then, our waiter arrived to take our orders. Ashlyn beamed at me. "You certainly lead an interesting life." ------- Eventually, Taylor crept back into her seat and Ashlyn slid over the extra Cosmo she'd ordered. But there was a droplet of my cum on Taylor's chin, and Ashlyn deftly scooped it up with her finger. Then before anyone could react, Ashlyn popped it into her mouth and began sucking while fluttering her eyes at me. "Mmm..." she moaned. I pushed her teasing from my head and we settled in for the usual gossip and conversation. One subject that was tiptoed around was Ashlyn's boyfriend, Martin Dean. Taylor didn't even want to hear his name, and the few times our conversation turned in that direction, things became awkward. Once such instance was when Ashlyn asked about how my business was going. I glanced at Cassandra and went quiet. "Oh, sorry," Ashlyn apologized. "You and Marty are going head-to-head again, aren't you." I nodded. "Your boyfriend is playing fast and loose with his money." "Jealous?" Ashlyn couldn't resist getting in the dig. "He's doing quite well for himself." "I know," I couldn't resist answering. "But he's taking a lot of risks." "Johnny..." Taylor pleaded with a hurt voice. "Sorry," both Ashlyn and I said at the same time. We switched subjects. Eventually, our lunch wound down and it was time for everyone to head off. Ashlyn made Taylor promise to bring Kate along on their next shopping trip. The gorgeous redhead hadn't seen her best friend these past two weeks since she and Dean had flown off on an impromptu vacation to get out of town after the rape incident. Taylor took it a step further and invited Ashlyn to come by the house whenever she wanted. Either way, they'd find a way to get Kate and Ashlyn to hang out again. We all parted with platonic hugs and kisses, although when Ashlyn hugged me, she copped a feel of my butt and whispered, "I'm jealous of Kate." And then we went our separate ways. ------- Upon returning home, I finished up some quick household decisions and paperwork with Cassandra and then went to my bedroom to change. Taylor had separated from us on arrival and I wanted to check in with her. For all her confidence and poise, I knew Taylor had been suffering during the lunch with Ashlyn. The visible reminder of Dean had been making her uncomfortable, and I knew it took a lot of active focus on her part to think of her friendship with Ashlyn and lock away her anger at Dean. But Taylor wasn't in our room nor our usual family area for relaxing. Rebecca and Mia were sunning themselves by the backyard pool, but Taylor wasn't with them either. I was starting to muse on the practicality of embedded GPS tracking devices, something subdermal a requirement given how often my ladies were naked, when I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity and then headed for the Dungeon. The Dungeon was a room in the basement, next to the wine cellar. Originally intended as an extra storage room, Taylor and Charlotte had instead outfitted it with an array of BDSM equipment immediately upon moving in. It wasn't the sort of thing they needed Mia's decorating expertise to do. I walked quickly along the concrete floor and went to the heavy wooden door with the barred window (Taylor had custom-ordered the door from some Medieval props catalog). Tugging on the iron ring, I pulled the door open and went inside. Sure enough, Charlotte was laying face up on a long platform. Her hands were cuffed and pulled back behind her head by steel chains wrapped around a wicked-looking winch. From the stretch in Charlotte's arms, I think Taylor had coiled the winch one notch further than usual. Charlotte's nipples were clamped with alligator clips and attached to a string long enough for Taylor to grasp and tug on every now and again. She was blindfolded and moaned at the ceiling every few seconds, her voice echoing through the room. At the other end of the platform, the pretty brunette's legs were clapped into a twisted version of gynecological stirrups, spreading her feet up and apart which gave Taylor free access to thrust the double-ended strap-on dildo into Charlotte's sodden pussy. Both women were fully naked, save for the strap-on harness. And all the while, Taylor held a slender whip in hand, crisscrossing Charlotte's body with red welts. From the way the red puffiness was just starting to form, I imagined they'd only been going for a few minutes. The heavy door was squeaking as I opened it, another nod to Medieval times, and Taylor turned her head around to me with flames in her eyes. "Letting off some steam?" I asked. "Yeah," she said unenthusiastically. "But it's hard to work up real anger when I know Charlotte wants this." I glanced at Taylor's pretty assistant, whose entire body was flushed and sweating, a little smile on her face even as she panted for air. "Maybe you need someone you're not so sure wants to be abused." "You volunteering?" Taylor arched an eyebrow at me. I went stiff. "Oh, uh well, not really," I sputtered. As I was saying that, the door creaked open again and Kate walked into the room. "Oh, my..." she breathed when she saw the scene before her. "Hiii, Kate..." Taylor turned and husked, the other end of her strap-on still imbedded inside of Charlotte. "Taylor..." Kate said warily. She was flushed pink, whether from embarrassment or excitement I wasn't sure. "I, uh, I heard you guys were back and I wanted to thank you for helping me get that contract." Kate stared at the floor, which led me to believe she was embarrassed by what she saw in front of her. But she rubbed her thighs together, which made me think it was more than that. "Cassandra told me you were probably in this room. She, ah, didn't tell me what kind of room it was." "That's okay," Taylor said and then turned to tug on the string connected to Charlotte's nipple clamps and then flicked her wrist to lash out with the whip. The brunette assistant moaned and then squirmed, trying to hump herself onto Taylor's fake cock despite being unable to stretch further. "You're not really interrupting," Taylor finished. "Well..." Kate continued and then glanced up at me for a second. "I really wanted to thank you ... thank you both ... for the opportunities you've both given me." I smiled warmly, reassuringly and said, "You're welcome." But Kate continued. "And ... I was hoping I could find a way to express that thanks," she said to the floor. She went quiet for a few seconds again, and I clearly saw her rubbing her thighs together once again. "Uh, Taylor," Kate started hesitantly. "Did I overhear you saying something about a volunteer?" Taylor flashed her eyes at me and then back to Kate. The platinum blonde stood there nervously, quivering either in fear or excitement. I still couldn't tell. "Uh, well ... you really don't OWE us anything, Kate. Remember?" Taylor began as I watched the flush of arousal turn my wife's skin pink as well. "But if you're interested, we can certainly show you how this game is played." Kate smiled shyly and canted her head to the side, absently stroking her exposed neck. "With ... with both of you?" she asked with a touch of excitement in her voice. I shared another glance at Taylor. "Sure thing," I said. "What do I need to do?" Taylor slid out of Charlotte and saucily began to walk towards us, her fake cock dangling from her crotch obscenely. "Johnny, why don't you let Charlotte warm you up. I'll get Kate started." I bowed to the wishes of the master and headed over to the table, stripping along the way. Behind me I heard Taylor say, "First, you need a safe word..." Perhaps proving that I wasn't a true Dominant, I went to the winch first and relaxed Charlotte's bonds by a notch, but she moaned in annoyance and didn't stop until I re-stretched that extra notch. After stripping myself naked, I fumbled around for the right lever, desperately hoping that I didn't hit the wrong button and pull Charlotte's arms out of their sockets. I wasn't used to the equipment, but eventually I found the catch that lowered the entire apparatus downwards. And once Charlotte's platform was practically on the floor, I kicked a leg over and straddled her chest, aiming my half-hard cock at Charlotte's blindfolded face. Eventually, we managed to work it out, and Charlotte happily sucked on my shaft, using only her lips, tongue, and head-bobbing to work me up towards a good erection. Once Charlotte got me hard, I slipped off of her and circled around back into Taylor's previous position between the brunette's outstretched legs. Fiddling with the vertical controls again, I pulled Charlotte's platform up until she was at a good height, and then I sank my cock into her sopping wet pussy. Charlotte moaned when I began to thrust inside of her. She moaned even harder when I reached out for the string and began to tug her nipple clamps as well. "Okay, Johnny," Taylor called. "Finish off Charlotte and then come over here." While continuing to thrust into my wife's assistant, I turned my head to look. Kate was strung up naked with her hands strapped to a horizontal trapeze. Her ankles were cuffed just above the floor. And while Taylor had ditched the strap-on, she was walking around her holding a white wand that was a little over a foot long. At first, I thought it was a strange kind of club or crop, as Taylor was lightly slapping it against Kate's ass and trailing it along the platinum blonde's thighs. But when Taylor moved it to Kate's crotch and held it, Kate started shaking and I realized the white wand was actually a very big vibrator. With a little grin on my face, I turned my attention to Charlotte, reaching around her raised legs and getting a firm grasp on the tops of her thighs, very close to her crotch. Pinching down, I went ahead and gripped her as hard as I could, knowing the young woman wouldn't mind the pain, and I used the leverage to really launch my hips into her. "Ohhh! Ohhh! UNGHH!!!" Charlotte moaned and came, her body jerking against her wrist chains as she reflexively tried to hump herself at me to no avail. I rode out Charlotte's storm without cumming, and when she finally went still I pulled my hard erection out of her. Quickly, I moved around and hit the release on the winch, slackening the tension on Charlotte's handcuffs. Then as her arms reflexively curled in, I went around the platform and freed her legs. Charlotte just rolled over onto her side and curled into a fetal position, panting heavily. Worried, I bent to her face, but she gave me a weak smile to let me know she was alright. Satisfied, I kissed her forehead and patted her butt before crossing the room to Kate and Taylor, my hard cock bobbing eagerly with every step. I arrived just in time to see Kate and Taylor come together in a passionate kiss. Seeing my short, dark-haired goddess of a wife locking lips with the pretty, platinum blonde momentarily blew my mind, and it almost blew the top off my cock. But I squeezed my inner muscles and held off, relaxing a bit to watch as Taylor moved down Kate's body, kissing her way across the blonde's neck before reaching Kate's perky breasts. As Taylor's tongue snaked out and wrapped around a nipple, she also brought up the white wand and pressed it into Kate's sex. The young blonde's eyes popped open and she groaned in pleasure, her hips jerking forward as a quick orgasm swept through her. The bucking motion shoved an extra three inches of the wand into her twat, and then Kate began screaming as the climax rose up and crashed over her body. Still not satisfied, Taylor bent onto all fours on the rubber mats beneath the apparatus. And then crawling forward, she leaned in to begin tonguing Kate's clit while pushing the white vibrator in and out of Kate in a slow stroking motion. For a moment, I just stopped and stared at Taylor kneeling with her head wriggling in Kate's crotch. Watching your woman eating out a pretty girl has got to be towards the top of every man's fantasy list whenever they imagine a threesome. Fucking your wife while she eats out a pretty girl might just be THE top. And seeing my wife's perfect ass facing back at me was just too much of a sign. Taylor probably had intended for me to join her in titillating Kate, but when I saw Taylor's pussy lips glistening from behind, I just had to get in there. My wife actually shrieked in surprise when I suddenly appeared behind her. And she had no time to react before I'd gripped her hips and slammed my cock into her pussy from behind, familiarity and experience assuring my aim would be true. Kate was watching as I began pumping into my wife with manic intensity, smiling in the afterglow of her orgasm. It didn't hurt that Taylor still held the white vibrator six inches into the blonde's pussy. Taylor began groaning, "Oh, SHIT. Fuck me! Fuck me, Johnny!" And Kate started urging me on, "Fuck her! Fuck that slut!" I was only too happy to comply. And with my wife's tight clenching pussy wrapped around my shaft and my own battered control after fucking Charlotte just recently, I soon reached my limits. Howling with glee, I rammed my cock into Taylor a few more times and then started blasting out gobs and gobs of cum into her. Taylor herself was pretty primed after teasing both Charlotte and Kate, and the moment she felt my semen pulsing into her, she clamped down and came herself, groaning straight into Kate's crotch. Taylor's arms began to wobble as I finished up shooting cum into her snatch. And when I pulled out, she collapsed face first. An idea came into my head, and I started looking around for certain objects. By now, Charlotte had managed to right herself and stand up. I called out to her and pointing at Taylor, I ordered, "Suck that out of her and then feed it to her with your mouth." "Yes, sir," Charlotte shivered and then moved to obey. Meanwhile, I moved to the wall-mounted electronic controls for Kate's trapeze, lowering her until her feet touched the floor again and then lowering it further and moved it forwards a couple of feet. At first, Kate tried to maintain her balance, but once moved forward far enough with her ankles still chained, she fell to her knees and hunched forward with her arms still suspending her chest off the ground. Perfect. I walked around in front of Kate and then raised an eyebrow to her when my crotch was in her face. "Lick me hard, slave." "Yes, Master," Kate hummed and then reached her mouth forward to slurp me in. I grinned at the word "Master". Maybe I did have a little Dominant in me. But just as I started to look around for whips and riding crops, Taylor opened her eyes and warned, "Don't leave any marks. She's got a modeling gig, remember?" "Oh, right," I nodded and then smiled as Charlotte finished munching on Taylor's crotch and then lifted up to press her lips against my wife's and let out the deluge of semen. Soon, the vision of Charlotte and Taylor kissing combined with Kate's excellent fellatio brought my cock back to life. An idea came into my head then, and after pulling out of Kate's mouth, I beckoned to my wife. Taylor came and I leaned in to whisper my idea. She grinned and nodded. And then while my wife went and retrieved the necessary items, I circled behind Kate, held her ass in my hands, and then plunged my dick into her pussy. "Ohhh ... yes, John!" Kate moaned. "Oh, I LOVE your cock!" I loved her pussy. And soon, I was also going to love her ass. But for now, I pistoned in and out of her twat, my hips meeting her ass with pleasantly meaty slapping noises. Meanwhile, Taylor got Charlotte buckled into the double-ended strap on. And then I heard a harsh slap as Taylor smacked Charlotte's cheek and then bent her over a table. Soon, Charlotte was holding her cheek and moaning as Taylor coated her white vibrating wand with lube. And then Charlotte really started to go wild as Taylor shoved the white wand up Charlotte's ass. As Charlotte bucked and moaned, Taylor turned and tossed the Astroglide to me in a high arc. I caught it with one hand, popped the cap, and then pushed the nozzle to Kate's ass spread before me. I stopped thrusting long enough to aim and then squirt a healthy glob of lube into Kate's asshole. And only then did I back out and away. Kate had been expecting me to pop my cock into her butt and start pounding her immediately. When I didn't, she panted for air and then turned her head around to see where I'd gone. But before she located me, I'd already returned to the electronic controls for the trapeze and started modifying her position. She was set to vertical once again, only this time she was lower, so that her feet were resting on the ground with a little room to flex up and down. Then, once she was in place, I grabbed a black blindfold and fitted it over her eyes. Soon I could see Kate's nostrils flaring and her mouth gaping as she was breathing hard in her extreme arousal. I nodded to Taylor, and now we were ready. I stepped behind Kate and spread her asscheeks. After being lubed up, she knew what to expect and she visibly tried to relax as I nudged my cock up to her asshole. And then with a firm grip on her hips, I pushed forward and glided down until I was buried to the hilt up Kate's rectum. Then, Taylor moved Charlotte around like a puppet with the long vibrator still buzzing in the brunette assistant's ass. And while Kate couldn't see what was going on, Charlotte quickly figured out what she was supposed to do. So stepping up to the blonde model's front side, Charlotte grabbed the front dildo on her strap-on and aimed it into Kate's pussy from below. Kate shivered and began moaning as she felt the second shaft start pushing into her body. And with a little help from my hands adjusting her hips, she managed to take Charlotte's fake cock inside of her. And then, with Kate and Charlotte each double-penetrated by thick rods, the four of us began to fuck. I drilled into Kate's hot and tight asshole while Kate rode Charlotte's strap-on dildo. Charlotte twitched inside from the other end of the strap-on, and all the while Taylor was getting off just pumping the vibrator into her assistant's ass and watching the rest of us. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" Kate started chanting with each thrust. Every time my hips slammed into her ass, she was bucked forward onto a few more inches of Charlotte's foot-long dildo. Charlotte herself was moaning constantly, "Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhh..." until she finally just leaned in and planted a french kiss on Kate right in front of her. "That's right," Taylor cheered. "Tongue-fuck the little slut! Doesn't it feel good with a thick cock in both your cunt and your ass? Fuck them!" I was quickly losing myself to the delirium of the situation. Grinning like an idiot, I gave a thumbs up to Taylor who just chuckled and gave me a thumbs up back. And then with my hands gripping Kate's hips tightly, I started reaming her out harder and harder in search of my release. Kate was whimpering as her head began to just loll around limply, the overabundant sensations too much for her. In addition to the cocks, Charlotte had bent to suckle one of the blonde model's nipples. And as Kate blindly flailed out, trying in vain to either see someone through her blindfold or touch someone with her cuffed hands, the feelings simply overwhelmed her and she came so hard and screamed so loud that she just passed out and went limp in her bonds. Charlotte's hips shuddered as she came next, Taylor driving the white vibrator deeper up her ass. And then I finally let loose, gushing all my remaining sperm up and into Kate's bowels. My hips jerked a few final times, and when I finished nutting up Kate's ass, I backed away and then sat awkwardly onto my own butt. My legs were killing me from the exertion. Seeing me, Taylor pulled the vibrator out of Charlotte's ass. Like a marionette with it's strings cut, the pretty brunette collapsed straight onto the floor as well. And then my wife came over to me. There was a flaming lust in her eyes I'd seen only on rare occasion. And as I sat there and gasped for air, my wife simply knelt and then swallowed my cock into her throat straight out of Kate's ass. Her hand was quickly in her crotch, frigging herself furiously as she sucked on me. And less than a minute later, Taylor was screaming around my shaft in her mouth as she came. After her body finished shaking like an epileptic, Taylor just flopped onto her back and started gasping as if she hadn't been breathing the entire time she'd been sucking me. And I just leaned back and braced myself on my arms as I surveyed the damage: Taylor had collapsed. Charlotte was a lifeless puddle of flesh. And Kate was still unconscious, sagging limply from the trapeze. I decided then and there. I needed to do MORE things to make people want to thank me. ------- The next day, Kate and Taylor were positively giddy as they climbed into the helicopter for the short jaunt into the city. They were scheduled on a shoot together for one of the big Italian clothing designers, along with three other high- fashion models. I shook my head, wondering how clothes meant to be modeled by slender high- fashion girls would fit my Taylor's tits. But then again, it wasn't my problem. Kate was equally excited for the post-shoot get together. The girls had worked out to get together with Ashlyn and some other friends and spend the night in the city to celebrate Kate's new contract. They and Charlotte wouldn't return home until the wee hours of the morning. After dropping the girls off, I sighed and sat back in my seat for the puddle jump to my office building. Cassandra reached out and held my hand tenderly. I smiled at her and felt a warm, fuzzy feeling oozing up from my gut. My life was perfect. Perhaps I should have known that perfection never lasts very long. ------- I woke up spooned behind Cassandra. My left hand was trapped beneath her pillow and my right had slid beneath her pajama shirt sometime in the night, and was currently sandwiched between her breasts. And then I felt another pair of breasts pushing into my back. Craning my head around, I realized Taylor was spooned in behind me. The girls must have gotten back really late. I hadn't even noticed when my wife had joined us in the bed. Yawning, I slid my hand out from Cassandra's shirt and rolled onto my back, wrapping my wife up in my other arm. Smiling happily, I exhaled in satisfaction at the key difference between sex and love. When someone's just a sex partner, rarely do you get to just snuggle and hug with affection. Later that morning, we all grouped around the dining table for breakfast: Taylor, Charlotte, and Kate to my left; Cassandra, Rebecca, and Mia to my right. The ladies to my left looked a little hungover and were relatively quiet during the meal, but I did catch Kate making every effort to smile and be sunny to me despite the ringing pain of hangover that must still be in her head. After breakfast, Taylor and I went up to our Master Lounge to be alone together. She usually craved some one-on-one time after any evening spent away from me. So reclining back in our "cuddle chair", Taylor pillowed her head on my chest and sighed happily. "Have fun last night?" I asked. "Yeah. We all went to a nightclub and fended off men for three hours." "Who went?" "Me, Kate, Charlotte obviously. Ashlyn you knew was coming. And a few others from the catalog shoot. Actually both Milena and Jenna were there. You remember THEM, don't you?" I grinned and Taylor patted my chest as I recalled Giorgio's party. Milena was a tall Czech blonde and Jenna was the young model I'd fucked up the ass. "That reminds me," Taylor picked her head up. "I'm a little fuzzy on the details, but I remember Kate saying something that got my attention." "What?" "Well, she was talking to Milena and Jenna ... about you, actually." "Really?" "Jenna was saying something about how she was sooo jealous that Kate was living with Jonathan Kwong now." The way Taylor stressed my name made it sound like I was the most amazingly incredible and famous person in the world. I chuckled. "Anyways, I was kind of talking to Ashlyn and wasn't paying them much attention. The three of them started comparing notes about sex, and I'm used to the girls gossiping about you. I don't want to puff up your ego TOO much, but Milena was bitching about how she only got a few minutes to try you out and how Jenna had hogged you the rest of the time. And then Kate started rubbing it in their faces about how much sex she's been having with you lately." My ego DID puff up knowing these gorgeous women were jealous over ME. My cock also appreciated the praise and started to rise, a fact that Taylor quickly took advantage of as she slid her hand over my bulge. "But what got my attention was when Kate said, 'Forget Stavros! I landed the biggest fish in the world!' or something like that." Taylor sighed. "Maybe it's nothing. Maybe she's just bragging to stroke her own ego in front of the other girls. But I wonder if Kate's thinking of herself as your girlfriend now instead of just another houseguest." "You tell me. I can't really tell a woman's intentions all the time when she's trying to mount my dick." "I don't THINK so. But I keep thinking about what Cassandra said about the only way Kate knows how to have a relationship. I know she was lonely and horny, but when she makes comments about 'landing the biggest fish', it makes me think she believes she's ... she's GOT you or something. Like she owns a piece of you." "Don't worry about it, honey. I'm sure Kate's just bragging to Milena and Jenna." I laughed. "Models. You're all so friendly and yet so competitive. I don't think I'm such a great prize, and yet they brag about me." "You're MY prize, Johnny." Taylor kissed my cheek. "Always," I squeezed her tighter. "And don't forget," Taylor slid her hand into my pants and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. "THIS belongs to me, husband." "Anytime you want it," I looked into her eyes and said honestly. Taylor was the priority in my life. She smiled. "Just be happy I like to share it with my friends." I grinned right back and slid my hand into the back of her pajama pants. Digging down, I cupped her ass and even managed to get a finger poking at the entrance to her pussy. "And THIS is mine, too," I reminded her. "Now if you don't mind ... I'd like to play with what's mine, now." Taylor started giggling as I lifted her up so that she was straddling me. I started tugging on her pants with both hands and the gorgeous brunette obliged me by kneeling up so that she could start stripping away the garment. The rest of our clothes started flying off and soon I had a naked, sweaty, writhing Taylor in my lap, her hands gripping my shoulders as she pumped her body up and down my shaft. When we came, we came together, Taylor's gaping mouth looking so sexy as she moaned her climax. And I nuzzled her neck while feeling my cock spit out wad after wad into her clenching pussy. I was happy. I was contentedly comfortable. The Dean-incident had been terrible, but it brought me and my wife closer together. Everything just seemed to be running so smoothly that I'd let my guard down and just gone with the flow. But I should have been paying more attention to Taylor's warning. ------- It started off with little things. One day we were out shopping, just me, Taylor, and Kate. Cassandra and Charlotte were both carrying out little projects we'd assigned them on. The girls were trying on clothes (much to my delight) and they found a dress that looked absolutely heavenly on Kate. The problem was the price tag. Kate was still broke and her modeling gigs were not yet regular enough to provide a reliable income. She never asked me to buy it for her. She simply wore it, held the price tag forlornly, and then rolled her deep, dark eyes to me. Taylor didn't notice the longing in Kate's glance. She was still gushing about how pretty Kate looked in the dress. So with a proud smile, I stepped in and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll buy it for you." Kate started beaming and Taylor laughed. Each woman walked out of there with a brand new dress and we continued on our shopping excursion. That night, both beautiful models thanked me intimately, and they also thanked each other for theirs and my amusement. Watching Kate slurp my jism out of Taylor's asshole, I reminded myself how I need to come up with MORE reasons for women to thank me. A different day, Taylor and Charlotte had flown out to Europe for a few days. And when she was downtown for a shoot, Kate asked to meet me and Cassandra for lunch. We ended up going to a small café, and our trio was led to a table with bench seats along the wall and two chairs opposite. Automatically, I sat on the bench side with my back to the wall so I could face the door. Then Kate immediately slid in beside me, close enough that our hips were touching, while Cassandra took the seat opposite me. To the outside observer, one might imagine Kate was the closer of my two companions, maybe even a girlfriend. And on another day, after a brief stint in the Common Room, I wound up in the big locker room shower with Rebecca, Mia, AND Kate. Afterwards, Mia had privately complained that she felt I spent too much of my attention on Kate for that round, and I had to make it up to Mia later. That's not to say I wasn't proactively working to make sure I didn't show Kate extra favoritism. While Taylor was still out of the country, I had promised to attend a fundraiser dinner for charity. With my wife gone, Kate had immediately volunteered to be my escort. She was certainly pretty enough and familiar with the etiquette. But I quickly realized that kind of public event would be pushing too far towards "girlfriend" territory, guest in my house or not. Taylor might be able to get away with Jeff as an escort from time to time since he was visibly on the town with Kaitlyn and he at least had a business relationship with us. Since Kate had no such business excuse, I'd probably be better off bringing Mia or Rebecca. In the end, Cassandra was my date and I avoided any complications. For the most part, I consciously made sure I wasn't leading Kate on too far. I constantly reminded myself that she was a guest in the house and occasional lover, but we were just friends. But then, my big mistake came a week later. Obviously, I hadn't realized it was a mistake at the time. It was a small thing, but the extra meaning that could be interpreted by my gesture could not be denied. And it was the moment when everything started to go downhill. ------- AUGUST "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Kate screamed as her naked body undulated beneath me. Her feet were planted on the bed and she used the leverage to buck herself up and meet my every thrust. Her arms were wrapped around my sweaty back, clutching me tightly against her chest with her rock-hard nipples piercing into my pecs. "Oh, Mia was sooo right! This feels so fucking good and you never spend enough time with us!" she groaned and started humping me even harder. My forehead was buried on the pillow beside her, and as I approached my orgasm, I turned my head and gazed at Kate's pretty face. She'd cum twice already herself, and at this moment, she looked unbelievably sexy. Her platinum blonde hair was wet with her bangs plastered to her forehead. I loved the way her big eyes shimmered when she was aroused, and I even liked that I could see how her dark roots were growing in after just a few days. Her lips were permanently parted as she panted and moaned and whimpered for me to fuck her harder. She had gorgeous lips that were a pretty pastel pink right now, lips that I really wanted to see wrapped around my cock now. "Cum, John! Cum! Fill me with your cum!" Kate whimpered as she felt my hips speeding up. Her legs went up and scissored behind my back, her feet crossing to pull me even deeper into her pussy. But it was not to be. I reached back and pulled her legs off me, exiting her body with a wet plopping sound and then I quickly scrambled over her chest. Still gasping, Kate reached out and grabbed the base of my cock in her hand before guiding it into her mouth. I got my wish to see her pink lips wrapped around the shaft as she bobbed her head up off the pillow to take a few extra inches inside me while her both hands went up to rapidly jerk me. "Oh, oh, Kate!" I groaned as I felt my balls compress and the flow of semen push up through my shaft. And then the pretty blonde was moaning as I began to fill her mouth with all my cock cream. Her eyes fluttered and I watched her throat contracting as she swallowed down my load. I let out a few more strangled gasps, pumped out a few more shots, and then I was panting heavily as I started breathing once again. Exhausted for the moment, I collapsed face-down onto the bed beside her, my left arm sort of haphazardly strung out across Kate's chest as she lay back and caught her breath. We lay like that for a few minutes, just drowning in the post-coital afterglow. But then I felt her hands come up and wrap my arm around her body more tightly, my forearm pressing into her bare breast as she clutched that arm to herself. In a weak and trembling voice, Kate whimpered, "Why won't you cum in me?" "Huh?" With a slightly stronger tone, she repeated, "Why won't you cum in me? You know I'm on the pill." I turned my head to face hers as she looked at me from inches away, a wistful expression on her face. "Price of fame. I thought I told you what happened with Kaitlyn and her father that one time. The potential pregnancy was a near disaster." "Yes, you told me. But I'm not her and I don't have a father like that. Don't you trust me?" I smiled and moved my hand so that I could rub the back of my fingers against her cheek. "Of course, I do, Katie." I'd picked up the nickname from Taylor, who really only used it in moments to emphasize care and sympathy. "I just ... I just don't. That's all. This way, you never have to worry about that 0.01 percent and we'll never have to deal with that kind of complication to ruin our friendship." "I guess," Kate tried to look okay with my answer, but she wasn't doing a very good job. But I didn't want to talk about it so that particular conversation died on the spot. The next day, Taylor, Charlotte, Kate, and I were doing some casual shopping. I'd left Cassandra back at the office to take care of some last minute business for our upcoming business trip to Tokyo, but we'd meet up with her in another hour. The four of us were cruising past Tiffany's when a shop across the way caught Taylor's eye and she and Charlotte wanted to head over. Kate, on the other hand, was wrapped up in a window display and she waved them on, promising to meet them at the shop in another minute. I also stayed behind just to keep Kate company. A wistful expression came over Kate's face as she gazed at a particular necklace. It was very pretty and the diamonds on it were small, neither overpriced nor big enough to overwhelm a slender woman's small-boned frame. As I looked at it, I was reminded of a pair of necklaces I had bought for Kaitlyn and Lindsay so long ago. "Do you like it?" I asked softly from just behind her ear. Kate startled and then glanced at me hesitantly. "Yes. It's very pretty. But it's also very expensive." She then started to turn away and looked across the street towards Taylor's shop, the same wistful expression on her face. I was immediately reminded of the sadness in her eyes last night when she asked why I wouldn't cum in her. And filled with a desire to somehow make it up to her, I said, "Hold on, now. Let's go try it on." I took Kate's elbow and started pulling her towards the front doors. She resisted only briefly. "I can't afford THAT," she protested. "Just ... come on..." I said soothingly, and she let me lead her inside. After quickly removing the thin necklace she was currently wearing, we stood together in front of a mirror, the sales clerk watching approvingly as I fastened the new necklace's clasp behind Kate's neck. She stared at her reflection and reached a delicate finger up to touch the diamond solitaire pendant. The look on Kate's face was all I needed to know that she adored the necklace. "It's beautiful." "You're beautiful," I whispered in her ear. And then standing straight I nodded to the sales clerk. "We'll take it." Kate quickly turned. "Oh, John!" And then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. As we were walking out, Kate slipped her hand into mine, beaming happily and practically shoving her chest forward in an effort to show off the necklace to anyone who was walking by. And as we waited for the crosswalk, Kate leaned in and asked, "Isn't your birthday next month?" "Don't remind me," I said. Thirty was just such a BIG number. "Well, now I'll have to make your present extra special," she giggled. Two minutes later, we rejoined Taylor and Charlotte in the boutique shop. Kate immediately went to her friend and proudly showed off the necklace. Taylor smiled and gushed and told her how pretty she was, but when they separated and Kate went to go browse some of the outfits, Taylor flashed me a dark look. I didn't understand it at the time, and the flash went away quickly. After that, Taylor was all smiles and eventually we headed back to rendezvous with Cassandra at the helicopter. Cassandra similarly smiled and congratulated Kate when the delighted blonde went to show off her necklace once again. And as I settled into the helicopter seat with my wife and assistant both flanking me, I sighed and thought once again how perfect my life was. It was an unusually quiet flight home. Kate was lost in her own world, fingering her necklace and looking out the window dreamily. Every now and again she would glance at me and start grinning widely, and from the furtive looks she was giving me up and down to my crotch, I was certain she was already planning her way of thanking me for the gift. I was looking forward to being thanked. But I tried not to let a predatory leer come onto my face. Instead, I just beamed back at Kate and didn't even notice Cassandra and Taylor exchanging looks with each other across me. And then, when we landed and everyone went inside, my wife and assistant were quick to corner me in the Master Bedroom. "You bought her jewelry?" Taylor hissed as she rounded on me with a nasty glare in her eye. "Huh?" "That wasn't a very good idea, Jonathan," Cassandra intoned as she went to stand beside Taylor. When both of my ladies folded their arms across their chests and gave me stern looks I knew I was in trouble. "What's the big deal? I've always bought the girls little gifts. Remember the dresses for you guys?" I asked Taylor. "Or the new iPhone for Mia when she was drooling over it?" "Those weren't jewelry." I shrugged. "I bought Kaitlyn and Lindsay almost the same kind of necklace." Cassandra tilted her head up. "If I recall, that was right around the time you declared them your little mistresses." "Whoa, whoa, whoa. I see where you're going with this, but it's not like they were any different than Rebecca or Mia or anything. The mistress title was just a game, something of a turn on for Kaitlyn. But they weren't 'kept women'." "But I think you've finally crossed that line where Kate is going to think she is," Taylor said reproachfully. "Did you see the way she glowed on the helicopter? Next thing you know she's going to start referring to you as her boyfriend to all her model friends." Taylor held up her own necklace off her chest and chirped in a Valley-girl voice, "Look at what my boyfriend bought me!" "It's no big deal." "A five hundred dollar iPhone is no big deal, Jonathan," Cassandra said in a firm voice. "Do you realize how much that necklace cost?" "I dunno. Wasn't really paying attention." "Almost five thousand dollars, Jonathan. It's the kind of thing a man buys a girlfriend, wouldn't you say?" "I ... well..." My wife rolled her eyes and half-turned her back to me. "Taylor, hey," I reached a hand out to her. "Come on. You can't think Kate's a threat to you, do you?" "No, of course not," my wife sighed and let me circle my hand over her shoulder. "But don't be surprised when you find out you just ruined your credibility to insist she's not a 'kept woman'." "One necklace doesn't change that. She's no different from Rebecca or Mia." "They pay rent, for one thing. Johnny, she lives here rent-free. She has sex with you whenever the urge strikes you and hasn't turned you down once. You help out her career and now you're buying her jewelry. THAT'S a girlfriend or a mistress or kept woman or whatever you want to call it." "YOU helped out her career, Taylor." "Doesn't matter. It's still all coming from this house, your house." Taylor sighed. "And more the point, when have you ever bought Rebecca or Mia jewelry?" I never had. "And have they ever turned down sex with you?" Taylor continued. I nodded my head. I'd made it a point to never force myself on one of them if they weren't in the mood or just had other things going on. Rebecca and Mia were friends, without obligation. "Congratulations, Johnny. You've got yourself a mistress." ------- That night, things only kept on steamrolling. Kate first tried to corner me in my bedroom and give me a blowjob before dinner. But despite her insistence and my own dick complaining that Kate was quite the accomplished cocksucker, I turned her down. Taylor's angry expression was still stuck in my mind. Then, a last minute crisis with our Tokyo trip forced Cassandra to head for our home office just as dinner was being served. I went with her for a minute until she shooed me out of the office, assuring me she could handle it. And when I returned to the dining table, Kate had relocated herself into Cassandra's empty seat. That put Taylor and Charlotte on my left in their usual spots, but now the invisible pecking order was Kate, Rebecca, and Mia on my right. I'd known Kate was competitive, but I hadn't been expecting her to do something so blatant. And from the looks on Rebecca's and Mia's faces, they weren't too happy about the situation either. Not willing to make a scene or an accusation without knowing if there was something really going on or if it was an innocent mistake, I didn't comment and neither did Taylor. We all went about dinner in a normal fashion and with normal conversation, save for Kate making googly eyes at me to a level beyond the usual. When dinner was over, Taylor glared at me and I nodded my head. Something had to be done behind the scenes to make sure everyone was on the same page. Quickly, I sorted through the potential locations. Taylor was heading for the stairs, which meant our bedroom was taken. Cassandra was in my office. So that really just left Kate's bedroom as somewhere quiet to have a conversation. It wasn't the sort of thing I would want to do in the media room or game room or anything, and all the little living rooms were too open. "Hey Kate, uh. Can we talk in your room for a bit?" I asked neutrally. Kate misread my question because she blushed and started grinning. "Of course. I haven't thanked you yet for the beautiful necklace." I sighed, not wanting to explain in the dining room that what she had in mind wasn't what I'd meant. So I nodded and we started walking towards the guest wing. Rebecca and Mia, unfortunately, seemed to agree with Kate's interpretation of my question, and they both gave me dark looks as I passed them. I was beginning to understand their resentment. They'd both been around much longer than Kate and all of a sudden, appearances seemed to indicate that I'd chosen a favorite. I'd have to deal with them later, but for now, I followed Kate into her bedroom. A second after I closed the door, Kate pushed me against the wall, pressed her body against mine, and clamped her lips onto my mouth. For a moment, I returned the kiss with instinctive passion, taking in Kate's sweet scent as she devoured my mouth with her own. But then reason kicked in and I quickly grabbed Kate's arms and pushed her a foot away from me. "Kate, no, wait, wait!" I sputtered and dodged my head while she kept trying to bobbing her head at me like a raptor attack. When she realized I wouldn't stay still long enough to let her kiss me, she gave up. "Aww..." she pouted and then relaxed. I let go of her arms. Immediately, the horny blonde dove back in at me and as I put my hands up to ward her away, I ended up palm-first at one of her boobs and she moaned as my hand reflexively closed around it. "No! No!" I fought her off as if I was being raped. I managed to slide out from my position against the wall and I walked quickly to the other side of the bed. "Kate, hang on!" "What?" she whined. "I WANT you." "Kate, we really need to TALK," I huffed. "As in TALK. That's not a euphemism for sex." "About what?" "About us." "Oh, goody." She hopped forward and slid onto the bed, patting the space beside her. "Uh, I don't think that's a good idea," I declined the offer to sit with her. That was her first sign things weren't about to go as she'd been expecting. "Why not?" "Kate ... we're friends, right?" "MORE than friends," she husked and reached for the shoulder straps of her top, readying herself to pull them down her arms. "Right. But I need to make this clear. You're not my girlfriend." The smile vanished off her face for a second before coming right back up. "Well, I know. I mean, you ARE married. So you can't have a public girlfriend. But-" "No, I mean I'm not your boyfriend, you're not my girlfriend, and there is no 'kept woman' mistress-type relationship. You know that, right?" Her face fell again and her hand immediately went to the necklace she was still wearing. "But ... I thought..." "Kate, we talked about this when you first moved in, remember? No obligations, in either direction. You've no obligations to sleep with me or care for me or do any girlfriendly things for me. And I'm not going to provide and take care of you like a girlfriend." "But you already DO," her eyes narrowed. "Housing? Clothes? Jewelry? You're no different than Stavros was." That sunk my heart. "Aren't I different?" She didn't immediately answer, her forehead crinkling as a pensive expression crossed her face. I sighed and paced around the room. Putting my hands onto my forehead, I turned and then tried to appear as honest and open as possible. "Kate, I tried to tell you from the beginning, I don't keep mistresses strewn about the world to be my beck and call." "I can see that. But then that just makes me your first," she canted her head and shrugged. "Do I make you feel like a ... a mistress?" "You say that like it's a bad thing. Don't you get it? You make me feel protected. You make me feel stable in a world of instability. I know you care about my well- being. So maybe you don't love me. So maybe you have a wife. With you, I don't have to worry how I'm going to survive. Don't you see? I actually feel HAPPY. Being a 'mistress' to you is one of the best things that's ever happened to me." "Is that why you sleep with me, though? Out of gratitude? Obligation for sheltering you?" "Well ... yes, in part." I groaned and turned around. "That was never what I wanted." "John, don't make it out to be something ... dirty. It's not. I'm not whoring myself out to you for a roof over my head. Really, what we do is no different than what you do with Rebecca and Mia." "It is," I said with conviction, only recently having realized that distinction. "How?" I sighed and leaned onto the edge of the bed, moving closer but maintaining my distance from the pretty blonde. "Let me put it this way, Kate: Why did YOU start having sex with Mia?" She shrugged. "It's fun. Mia's very pretty and sexy. She wanted to. I wanted to. It's just sex." "Anything more?" She shrugged again. "Not really. I mean, she's fun and all and the girl has SO much energy. But she's just a friend, I guess." "But why did you come after me? Was I just a sexy guy and a good reputation? Was I just a friend?" "You-" Kate began and then cut herself off. "Well..." "Kate, I asked you in the beginning not to feel obligated. But please be honest. Were you trying to seduce me so that I'd feel obligated to take care of you?" "No!" she answered reflexively, but then she caught my steely gaze. "Well, the thought MAY have crossed my mind." I sighed and hung my head. "Kate, I won't deny that the sex with you is incredible. But I'd hoped we were doing it because it brought us both pleasure." She reached out and put her hand on mine. "It does." She sighed and began to stroke my arm. "Look, John. If you were just another guy with a 9 to 5, I still would have wanted you. You're really sweet and you've always been so nice to me. And yes, you're sexy and you've got quite the reputation amongst the modeling girls," she shrugged. "But I still would have wanted you, even without the money. Isn't that enough?" "But you wouldn't have wanted to become my mistress in that situation." "No. I can't survive out there on my own, John. I need someone like you or Stavros to support me." I didn't even have the heart to claim she didn't. Everything I'd seen about Kate's life and actions showed that she really did see being a mistress as her lifestyle. "Kate, I don't want to lead you on. You are a beautiful young woman and I am very attracted to you. But as long as you see me as ... as money and a ticket to a better life, we can't continue." "Why not? It's not like you can't afford me. Really, in a household like this, I'd be just a minor expense. A drop in the bucket. Why can't we just continue the way we have?" "It's not about the money. It's the principle. I'm not Stavros. I don't keep mistresses." "Apparently you do," she pointed at herself. At my annoyed expression, she sighed almost angrily. A frustrated expression came to her face and she shook her head before glaring at me. "Fine, you're different. Stavros wasn't a blockhead who didn't even realize he was keeping a mistress!" I exhaled and got off the bed. "Kate. I don't know how I can make this any more clear. You are Taylor's friend. That was reason enough to take you in and go to work getting you a new modeling contract. Sex was never part of the deal, neither requested nor implied. If anything, you owe any favors to Taylor, not me." Still sighing heavily, I paced around the bed again while Kate watched me impassively. "You are ... quite beautiful. And quite sexy. And I am very attracted to you. I wanted to sleep with you, I won't deny that. And I thought you wanted me just like you wanted Mia, for the fun of it." "I do." "I want to see you happy. You'll notice I never bought anything like that necklace for Rebecca or Mia. You HAVE touched some part of my heart. I care about you." "I care about you too, John." "But if I asked you to pay rent like Rebecca and Mia? If I stopped buying you gifts? At least anything more than I would get anyone else? If I wanted you to just be a friend with benefits, the way they are, would that be okay? Would you still want 'us' to be 'us'?" Kate looked up at me and for a moment I felt hope seeing the expression in her eyes. She truly enjoyed being a part of our group. "Please, Kate. I WANT you here," I said earnestly, my eyes mirroring my plea. "Everything in action would be exactly the same. We'll go to parties. We'll take spontaneous vacations. But I just need to know you're your own, independent woman." For a second, it looked like she would agree. She'd become friends with the girls around her and once her modeling career picked up again, she'd be able to be self-sufficient at the least. But then the practical side in her won out. She might become self-sufficient, but her only way to live a life of luxury was as a rich man's girlfriend. Her eyes hardened. "I don't think so. I need the support, John." I sighed and turned away for a long minute. All was silent and the longer the room stayed quiet, the harder I felt this was going to be. Then, I finally turned back to Kate. "I would never kick you out of this home. Please understand that. But I don't want you to be a 'kept' mistress. And when your career improves and you get back on your feet, we WILL be asking you to pay rent and keep your way like Rebecca or Mia or any other guest. We're friends Kate. We CAN'T be anything other than that." Kate looked at the mattress in front of her for a long while. I felt a riot of emotions welling up in me, some of them screaming at me to take it all back and tell her I would love her and care for her and support her forever. Would it really be so bad to let her have her way? She'd care about me the same and all I needed was to spend a little money on her, money I didn't need anyways. But then she quietly reached up and unfastened the clasp to her necklace. After removing it, she pooled it into the palm of her left hand and then held it out to me. "You should take this back." Biting back the tears that threatened to come into my eyes, I stepped forward and collected the necklace. Kate did start crying then, but all I could do was leave the room. ------- Things got a little awkward in the house after that night. Rebecca and Mia's mild resentment towards Kate turned to sympathy and pity when they realized we'd "broken up" for all intents and purposes. A part of me wondered how we could break up when we'd never been together. But then Cassandra reminded me that Kate and I had briefly been "together" even if I was too stupid to realize it. Taylor was torn between happiness that she was my focus once again and sadness to see her friend suffering. And Kate herself seemed a hollow shell whenever I saw her. Kate still went on her modeling gigs and we still took all our meals together as a group. But the sexual atmosphere in the house had noticeably dampened, with pretty much everyone careful not to show too much affection or make too many sexual innuendoes whenever Kate was around. It just didn't seem fair since she pretty much "couldn't" have sex with me. It wasn't that I cut her off from me. We had a moment together when I stopped by the Common Room and I came within an inch of pressing our lips together and then carrying her away into her bedroom. But at the last moment, she started crying and all I could do was hold her while she sobbed against my shoulder. Another time, I tried to push through the awkwardness and invite her to join Mia and me in the pool for a little playtime. But Kate got a haunted look in her eyes and she left the room. And by the time Cassandra and I were to fly off to Tokyo for a week, the rift between Kate and I was complete. ------- "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Cum with me, baby! Cum inside me!" Taylor shuddered as the climax passed through her. And with her legs bent over my spread thighs and her fingers digging into my back, she pulled me along with her, and my cock began firing cannon shots of semen into the back of her womb. A minute later, I panted with my cheek against the pillow and consciously tried to lift my heavy torso off of Taylor's chest while my cock slowly deflated inside of her scalding pussy. Eventually, Taylor sighed and then kissed my cheek. "Have fun in Tokyo. Wish I could come with you this time. They have such FABULOUS shopping in Shibuya." I rolled off my wife and flopped onto my back. "Don't know how much downtime we'll have. We've got a pretty busy schedule." Taylor turned her head to me. "Make the time. Cassandra deserves a little romance at least." I nodded, always amazed at Taylor's lack of jealousy over a woman who might be even closer to me than she was. But that was part of the Cassandra-style, intimately close without ever being intrusive into my relationship with my wife. The way the three of us successfully handled our alternative relationship was simply incredible. Remembering that success brought me a measure of satisfaction, especially given the deterioration of another relationship. For when I emerged fully dressed for travel and started heading for the helipad with Taylor in hand, I was brought to a dead stop in the main foyer. Kate stood there with her suitcases packed and ready by the front door. Charlotte stood nearby. She looked to Taylor and said, "Sorry for not notifying you sooner, ma'am. Miss Ross just made her request and you were ... occupied." "You're leaving?" I managed to croak to Kate, my throat dry. The pretty platinum blonde looked at the floor and nodded, nervously playing with her own fingers. She looked up at me then and said, "I can't stay, John." I stifled the urge to start crying. I'd hoped that Kate and I would get through our awkwardness and go back to being friends in the house. I'd hoped she would find that she could be both independent and yet have the support of Taylor, me, and the rest of the household. Life with us really was no different from being a mistress in action, just in principle. I'd buy her gifts because I wanted to, not because she was a kept woman. I'd pay to take her on vacations with our group purely because I could afford it, and not because I was expected to pay for a girlfriend. I wanted the sex to be solely because of mutual desire, without obligation. But it was a mental divide neither of us would cross. I fished for something to change her mind. "Stay the week while I'm gone, at least. You won't feel awkward in this home with me gone, and you can just be a friend and a guest here, the way things should be. Maybe you'll change your mind." Kate shook her head. "I won't be here when you get back." Taylor squeezed my hand and I sighed. "Where are you going?" "Ashlyn and Marty agreed to take me in. It's more convenient to my modeling jobs anyways." A slightly resentful look came into Kate's eyes for a brief moment. "I don't want to feel obligated or anything for using the helicopter to fly me by myself into the city," she said in a hurt tone. My face fell. "Dean?" I asked with a hitch in my voice. Kate's face immediately softened hearing the concern in my tone. "He's not as bad as you think," she tried to reassure me. "And with his recent successes in business, he can afford me." Afford her? I went rigid as the horror came to my face. "He's ... he's going to make you his ... his mistress?" I managed to choke out. "Yes," Kate answered quietly. Her brow furrowed. "Room, board, and I'll get a grand a week stipend." My heart sank. I wanted desperately to convince the young model to become more independent and realize there was more to life than being a rich man's mistress. She wasn't even aspiring to be a trophy wife, just a mistress, and I was saddened by her seeming lack of self-esteem. "A grand a week," I said morosely. "Is that the going rate for your body?" "Don't say it like that." Her eyes flared. "This is what I want, John. It's something you wouldn't give me." I squeezed my eyes shut at the bitterness in her voice and I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. I was simultaneously angry and in pain. "HIS mistress?" "Relax, John," Kate said in a soothing tone. "It's not like I haven't had sex with him before. I know what I'm getting myself into." "Come ON, Kate. You're not just a sex toy!" I suddenly raged and stomped two steps forward. "You can be so much more than that!" Kate visibly took a step back and Taylor grabbed my hand more tightly, both of them surprised by my outburst. Charlotte was invisible next to the baggage. Kate sighed and glanced down before looking back at me, the tears rolling down her cheeks as well. With her black mascara running down her cheeks, stark against her pale skin and platinum hair, this beautiful young woman looked absolutely miserable. "It's who I am." ------- Chapter 5: The Birthday Party AUGUST "Mr. Kwong, we should be landing in three minutes." The helicopter cabin went silent as the pilot clicked off and I glanced out the window to see Shea Stadium and the Tennis Center go by. I sighed. "Sometimes it feels like I'm barely working, and yet I really want this vacation." I shook my head for a moment. Just a week ago, I'd been in Tokyo seeing the sights with Cassandra by my side. But despite the good food and exotic little excursions, that hadn't really felt like a vacation. True vacations didn't have four- hour long meetings sprinkled throughout them. And then, returning home to find Kate's room empty only added to my built-up stress. When I began to think of what Dean might be doing to her at this very moment, I found myself squeezing the doorframe so hard I left shallow dents in the soft wood. I needed a vacation. Cassandra squeezed my hand. "Just a few more meetings, Jonathan. And then we'll be off." I glanced over at Taylor and Charlotte. "Do you guys seriously need to go shopping today? You both have plenty of clothes and I KNOW you're going to be doing more shopping in Vegas." Taylor giggled and glanced at her personal assistant before looking back to me. "You married a model, honey. We can NEVER have too many clothes." The helicopter soon touched down and I kissed Taylor goodbye before we parted. "Remind Kaitlyn that they need to be ready to go by six." "Or what? They'll miss their flight?" Taylor laughed. I rolled my eyes. She knew as well as I did that I'd never have the private jet take off until everyone had arrived. Taylor managed to be serious for a moment and answered, "I will." She then flounced off with Charlotte in tow to spend more of my money. No matter, once I signed off on this latest deal I would be profiting another $6 million personally. Four hours later, Matthews, my VP of Sales shook my hand and then said, "Happy Birthday, John." "It's not 'til tomorrow," I answered as the elevator dinged and opened up to whisk Cassandra and me back up to the helipad. "You're not sad at all?" he asked as I stepped in and turned around. "Sad? Why?" "Because after today, you won't be the wealthiest man under 30 anymore, old man," Matthews grinned as the doors closed. ------- "Nngh, nngh, nngh!" Mia grunted while I pounded her pussy from behind. I had a good grip on her hips, but even with that leverage I was having a hard time plowing my way through her deliciously tight channel. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she wailed, and that constricting tunnel got so tight that I had to stop thrusting for a while. "Ohhh..." Mia finally gasped when she was done. Her arms buckled and she rested her chest and head against the mattress while her hips remained in the air, suspended by my cock in her pussy. "I want to give you your birthday present," Mia moaned with her cheek pressed to the bed. "My birthday isn't for another few hours," I sighed while catching my breath and recovering my control. I flexed my dick inside her a few times just for the fun of it. "I can't wait that long," Mia replied while she began to rock her hips back to start pumping herself back at me. "What is it?" "I want you to fuck my ass, John," Mia whimpered, and then she squeaked when my hips involuntarily jerked forward and drove our two bodies into the mattress. "Oh, SHIT," I grunted as my eyes flew wide and I suddenly found myself leaning over her body and supporting my weight on my arms so that I didn't crush her. Everyone in the house knew I had a kink for anal sex. Taylor, Charlotte, and especially Rebecca were more than happy to provide when those urges struck me. But it had never been Mia's thing. She was perpetually horny and wonderfully experimental for pretzel-like positions, but she simply wasn't into anything resembling pain. "I mean it, John," Mia said in a breathy whisper. She was clearly turned on and her words were slightly slurred, as if she was drunk on the two orgasms I'd already given her. The fact that we were currently thirty-thousand feet in the air in a pressurized Gulfstream jet was probably adding to her arousal. She always did love "renewing her membership in the Mile High Club". "Fuck me some more," Mia intoned in a sultry voice while she began to rock her hips and fuck her body on my pole. "Then pull out and cum on my asshole. And then I want you to shove your cock through my tight sphincter and fuck me until I see stars. Can you do that for me, John?" "Oh, yeah," I grunted. Just hearing those words had already put me close to the edge, and I stared down at Mia's puckered rosebud. Her buttcheeks were so firm and so tight, the two globes didn't even touch in the middle, and her anus was already wide open to my gaze. "Do it, John. Do it!" "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!" I groaned and then pulled out at the last second. Mia reached behind her and spread her own asscheeks. And with my hand jerking my own shaft, I began spunking glob after glob of creamy male lubricant directly onto that dusky star. "That's it. Cum on that asshole. Cream me up, John!" The moment I finished spurting, I notched my dickhead into the spermy mess I'd made until I felt my tip settle into the little cavity of her anal sphincter. And then with one hand holding my dick in line, and my other hand gripping Mia's hips again, I shoved my way forward. "Aaaah!!!" Mia screamed as my mushroom head popped through, and for a moment I was going to stop and tell her to forget it. But as soon as I slowed down, Mia bucked her hips back at me, swallowing another three inches down her asshole. "Oh, FUCK!" I growled and then jerked my hips forward, and a second later I was balls deep in Mia's ass. "So full ... so fucking full..." Mia grunted. I paused to catch my breath. My dick was just now starting to soften slightly after my previous cum. But Mia began to experiment with tensing her inner muscles, squeezing her abs a bit before figuring out how to control things so that she contracted around the rod up her ass. And as she caressed me, my dick started to reharden. "Ohhh ... I can feel it..." Mia moaned as she settled into a specific squeezing pattern. And a few minutes later, my dick was rock hard and ready to go again. "Fuck my ass, John! Fuck my ass!" I was only too happy to comply. Five minutes of heavy-duty reaming later, both my hands were on Mia's hips and I was screaming at the ceiling as I nutted a quart of spunk into Mia's asshole. "Oh, FUCK!!!" I groaned while my own buttcheeks clenched and I felt gob after gob of cum shooting out into Mia's rectum. And when I finally squirted out my last drop, I slowly pulled out and sat back on my heels. Mia was panting softly and her hips lightly bobbed up and down with each breath. Her anus had been stretched wide and remained a gaping chasm, and as the ivory white liquid began to trickle out of her and run down towards her sopping wet slit, I allowed myself an amazing chuckle. "Thank you, Mia. That was incredible." She hummed happily. "Happy birthday, John." ------- By 8pm (Central time), I emerged exhausted from the back bedroom and slumped in my seat as the private Gulfstream jet blitzed past Missouri on its way westward across the country. While the hectic workweek had worn me out, Mia's assfuck had completely drained me of any energy I had left. I ignored bemused gazes of everyone in the main cabin, who'd certainly heard Mia's unrestrained screaming. Jeff just gave me a funny grin and then dragged Kaitlyn into the bedroom after him and shut the door. But while I was slumped into my chair after Mia's latest draining of my bodily fluids, she was still perky and chatty with everyone else on the plane. "I can't WAIT to party in Vegas! I can't believe we haven't even gotten all of us naked together in the same room since January!" She bounced eagerly. Her accent made her comments even more amusing. I leaned back thoughtfully. Many would think that my life would be just a non-stop orgy, what with the harem and all. But the truth was, everyone had their own interests and jobs. Whether it was design work or classes or late nights at the office or up-till-midnight financial analyses, it was near-impossible to get all eight of us together without some prior arrangement. Personally, I looked forward to the few times we could get Jeff and Kaitlyn to join in, period. Two guys for six girls was much less taxing on me than one on five. As if to prove my point, when Jeff came out of the bedroom with a goofy expression on his face, Taylor just took one look at my exhausted shell of a body and then grabbed Jeff again, pulling both him and Kaitlyn back into the bedroom. My wife started stripping even before Kaitlyn got the door closed. Cassandra leaned across the aisle. "We don't need a private room if you would like me to... 'serve you' ... sir," she purred. I glanced up to see Mia's and Rebecca's bemused expressions. Charlotte actually looked eager to join in. But I waved Cassandra off. "Let me save something for the hotel." But even if I wanted to save something. That didn't stop Mia and Rebecca from getting naked in the main cabin and having some fun. And Charlotte practically creamed herself when I pointed and ordered her to join in. Eventually, everyone had their clothes on by the time we landed. A short time later, we arrived at the Palms Resort and Casino. Our party of eight was quickly shuttled up to the Hugh Hefner Sky Villa, and everyone collectively gasped as we took in the incredible view of the strip in the distance, all lit up against the black night sky. The girls immediately wanted to strip down to their bikinis and jump in the jacuzzi that was jutting out off the edge of the building. Jeff and I weren't exactly about to protest, and the outdoor patio was soon filled with hot steam and sweaty bodies in the night air. Everyone stayed up for a couple hours, chatting and playing and screwing until it hit midnight in Las Vegas. And then with cocktails raised, everyone cheered "Happy Birthday!" to me. I'd hit the big three-zero. And yet it felt like my life was just beginning. ------- I woke up the morning of my birthday to find Taylor and Cassandra both snuggled up to me on either side. And topping things off, Charlotte was rolled into the sheets at our feet. Still groggy, I tried in vain to remember exactly what had happened last night. Bits and pieces came to memory, and those bits were VERY pleasant. But the whole movie failed replay itself in my head. Oh, well. Time to make new memories. My birthday started off in the best way possible, with a dual-blowjob from Taylor and Cassandra. I was putty in their hands and the feeling of two tongues licking up both sides at the same time is one of the truly unique things in this life. Watching the two women you love most in this world passing your cock like a baton back and forth while you spurt out jet after jet of cum is another. "Breakfast" started when we all woke up, which was around 1pm. This was followed by pampering ourselves at the spa. The massages were good, although I missed Cassandra's "happy endings". Mineral baths and various other treatments were pleasant enough, but I think I had more fun hanging out with the girls in the quiet room knowing they weren't wearing anything beneath their bathrobes. At least until Mia pulled me into a darkened corner and gave me a "happy ending". Rebecca stood watch and after I filled Mia's mouth with my spunk, the adorable Chinese girl went and fed my cum directly into Rebecca's mouth. After the spa we hit the hotel pool. Jeff and I were surrounded by six gorgeous women wearing the skimpiest bikinis, and they were surrounded by seemingly half of the guys in the pool area. At one point, Cassandra, Taylor, Kaitlyn, and Rebecca laid side-by-side in a row of lounge chairs with their big tits upthrust into the warm August air, and if the guys got any closer their drool might actually splash the girls. I resolved right then to visit one of the topless pool areas with my entourage, perhaps at Caesar's Palace. Dinner was thick slabs of dead cow, except for Taylor who picked at her salad like a discriminate little bird. Kaitlyn and Mia just looked enviously at Cassandra devouring her entire steak, seemingly always able to eat without ever getting fat. And Rebecca loaded up on carbs. "Trust me. We'll need them tonight," my personal trainer said cryptically. Dinner was followed by a Cirque du Soleil show, which gave everyone time to digest and get into a pleasantly funked out mood. And then the REAL birthday party began. The eight of us tromped back up to the Sky Villa and I then was to find out what the girls decided to get the man who already has everything. It started with blindfolds. Taylor and Cassandra had apparently arranged for some modifications to our suite while we were out and blindly Jeff and I were led into one of the bedrooms. Once sequestered, Jeff and I idly watched a baseball game on TV while the girls busied themselves in the living room. I think we both spent more time trying to figure out what was being planned than watching the game. "Did Kaitlyn give you any hints?" I asked Jeff. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Nope. Well, Kaitlyn HAS been out visiting Mia a lot in the last week. I'm not worried, but it IS odd. But other than that, she just warned me that the girls as a group would probably be paying more attention to you tonight than me. You ARE the birthday boy, after all." "You don't mind?" "Hell, no." Jeff broke out in a big grin. "My birthday's in two months!" I smiled as well, and we zoned out to the game for another minute. Then I asked, "Naked or lingerie, you think?" Jeff frowned. "Lingerie. That way they get to tease us for a bit." I nodded. Just then, I heard a crashing sound of something heavy. Not like anything was breaking, but just enough noise to know that SOMETHING out of the ordinary was going on out there. Not daring to invite the girls' wrath by going outside, I picked up my phone and called Taylor. She didn't answer the first time but she did the second time I called. "You getting impatient, honey?" My wife said sweetly as she came on the line. "What is going on out there?" I asked. "Stop worrying. It's under control." "How much longer?" "Mm, we're almost set. We're putting the last touches on our outfits." "Outfits?" "You'll see..." she teased. "And if you're getting bored, you and Jeff can jerk each other off until we're ready." "Are you TRYING to put me out of the mood?" She laughed. "Five minutes. Bye." I sighed and lay back. Jeff shot me a glance but I shook my head after getting no information. My mind was a whirl of ideas. As it turned out, even my imagination couldn't keep up with what Taylor had planned. ------- Taylor came to fetch us nine minutes after the call. It HAD been a long day and I was starting to get tired. In fact, with the late hour it was getting close to the day after my birthday. But the prospect of what my girls had in store had me too amped to really be tired. Taylor ushered Jeff out first as I came alert and started for the door. He stopped three feet into the living room and in a low voice, uttered an amazed, "Whoa..." While we'd been out to dinner and a show, the furniture in the suite had been rearranged into what looked very much like a strip club. A stage had actually been erected two feet off the ground, complete with stripper pole and mirrors on the wall behind it. Multi-colored lights were hung along a black metal apparatus, complete with disco ball and spotlights. Boom-chicka-wow-wow music was already bumping on the surround stereo system. And then there were the costumes. Six girls stood before us wearing identical flashy-silver outfits. The material was stiff and glossy, reflecting the array of lights while still having the texture of fabric. They all wore short-sleeved, short-hemmed jackets with no buttons over matching push-up bras. Cassandra was practically exploding out of hers. Their midriffs were bare, and then matching silver miniskirts and skyscraper silver heels finished the standard clothing. But the silver bunny-ears really took their costumes over the top. Taylor took my hand and led me to the center chair in front of the stage while Kaitlyn grabbed Jeff and put him in a chair a couple of feet away from me. And then Cassandra grabbed a remote and started up the next track. Rump-shaking music started blaring over the speakers and a smile came to my face as I recognized one of Taylor's favorite songs. Fearless as ever, my wife took the stage first and proceeded to show off her amazing grace and coordination, a must for any model. She spun and pivoted with the music without shame, giggling as she saw the expression on my face while she twirled around the stripper pole and mimed having sex against empty air. Eventually, the jacket came off, quickly followed by the skirt to reveal a silver g-string that did almost nothing to hide the features of her crotch. And when she turned, the back strap completely disappeared between her asscheeks. I found I was holding my breath as Taylor faked opening the front-clasp on her bra THREE times before finally popping the damn thing and spilling my favorite tits in the world to my view. And at the very end, she slipped the g-string down to one foot, and with careful aim she balanced it on the toes of her shoes and then flipped the tiny garment into my lap. I grinned, Taylor laughed, and then the next music track started playing. My wife came and knelt before me while Kaitlyn and Mia took the stage together. And when the two simultaneously struck the first pose together, I glanced to Jeff and we shared a look. THAT was what Kaitlyn had been visiting Mia for. In synchronized choreography, Kaitlyn and Mia bumped and twirled around the stage, energetically bouncing to the music and gyrating far faster than Taylor had done earlier. In unison, the girls came together and pushed apart in a riot of blonde and jet black hair. But as they continued, I soon ceased to care about their hair as both Jeff and I were locked onto their firm tits jiggling naked as they continued their dance. By the end of the song, Taylor had stripped me nude in my chair and at almost the same time Kaitlyn and Mia crashed together and kissed, my wife took my dick into her throat. Charlotte was quite nervous and shy when she took the stage next. Her movements were choppy and hesitant at first, but with Taylor encouraging her on and my own pleased expression, she soon got more comfortable and seemed to enjoy what appeared to be her first strip tease. And then Rebecca was the last. I hadn't known before, but it turned out that Rebecca had stripped to help pay for college. She was a consummate pro and after watching my other girls' enthusiastic but not-quite-professional dancing, Rebecca's performance was eye-popping. By now, Kaitlyn had similarly stripped her man and was blowing him, just as Taylor was doing to me. And somehow, with exotic poses and elegant gyrations, Rebecca was able to communicate her sensuality so that even though she was on the stage, I half-believed it was Rebecca who had her lips wrapped around my dick instead of my wife. I just about blew my nut when Rebecca popped her bra and those amazingly round tits came into view. I started actively drooling when she turned around and gyrated her ass at me from just a few feet away. And when she dropped her g- string, turned and split her knees to the side, lewdly opening her pussy lips for my gaze, I finally erupted. Taylor started moaning and pulled off me at the very last second. Closing her eyes and jacking my cock, I sprayed rope after rope of hot cum all over her face, coating her forehead and dripping goo into her eye sockets, splattering against her nose and cheeks, and after she couldn't feel me splashing onto her face anymore she moved in and slurped the rest out of me only to let it roll down her chin. Rebecca practically dove off the stage to tackle Taylor. And then the sensuous stripping goddess who'd gotten me so turned on was taking long licks with her tongue all over Taylor's face as the two of them rolled around the floor and finished by swapping spit and my cum between them. At the same time, Mia had joined Kaitlyn. But Mia had dispensed with the blowjob and just climbed into Jeff's lap, riding him vigorously facing back towards Kaitlyn, who tongued at their juncture. A few minutes after I spunked all over Taylor's face, Jeff was groaning as he nutted into Mia's tight pussy and Kaitlyn started licking up everything that leaked out. And looking further around, I saw Cassandra finish clamping a pair of handcuffs onto Charlotte and hooking them into a chain connected to her collar. But more specifically, I noticed that Cassandra was still dressed. "Hey! Where's my striptease?" I complained to her. After Mia dismounted Jeff and Cassandra directed Charlotte to go clean him up, my beautiful blonde assistant smiled over at me. "Anytime you want, in private." I shrugged, but Cassandra did start to pull of her clothing, putting a little extra sensuality into her normally efficient manner. It was typical of Cassandra: always making arrangements and always behind the scenes without ever getting herself directly involved. "You didn't give me a happy ending today at the spa," I put on a baby face. Cassandra dropped her g-string and then sauntered over to me with a warm smile on her face. "Well let me make it up to you." And with that, my gorgeous assistant sunk to her knees and put her mouth to work at reviving me. With the ecstatic moans and the music around me, not to mention all the eye- candy, it didn't take long. Once Cassandra was satisfied and she took a few experimental jerks on me with her hand, she got Taylor's attention. Taylor popped up and called, "Next!" I was eagerly anticipating whatever was to come next. Jeff just groaned as Charlotte stopped sucking him and moved to join the girls. The six of them went over to what looked a wide circular couch with a trapezoidal round cushion in the center as a backrest. And as a group, the girls fanned out and all knelt on the cushions, bending forward to brace themselves against the backrest in the center. My eyes bugged out as six beautiful asses radiated out from the middle of this couch. Taylor was to the right and she looked up straight at me. "All right boys. Pick a spot and work your way around. Just remember the rules everyone." I started humming "Happy Birthday to me" as I stood and let my hard dick lead the way. Jeff was right after me. After a brief eeny-meeny-miny-mo, I decided to just go with the closest one to me. Rebecca wiggled her firm butt at me as I put my hands on her hips and then leaned forward to push my cock into her from behind. She sighed happily and I felt her tight constriction as I worked my way forward. Meanwhile, Jeff had circled almost to the opposite side of me so that we could practically look at each other's face across the circular couch. With a little grin, he first stepped back and took a big windup before slapping his hand HARD into Charlotte's ass. Since she was facing me, I could see the pretty brunette scream in pain and jerk against her chains. But almost immediately, a smile came to her face, a smile that got only bigger as Jeff grabbed her hips and impaled her on his shaft. I pistoned in and out of Rebecca for a couple minutes, feeling her squeezing me with her inner muscles. I tried my best to stimulate her as much as possible. This kind of setup was designed solely to please the boys and whichever girls were left dickless had nothing but their own fingers for pleasure. But then, this WAS a present for me. So giving into my own selfish desires, I pumped away to my hearts content before withdrawing and sliding immediately to my right. It had been a LONG time since I'd been inside Kaitlyn's wonderful pussy. She wasn't a teenager anymore but she was still tight like one, and as I began rhythmically thrusting into her, my pelvis banging into her butt on each stroke, I was rewarded with some happy whimpers and panting from the young blonde. Jeff got a little grin on his face and matched me by moving over to Taylor, who was right next to Kaitlyn, slamming his dick into my wife and thrusting into her just as hard as I was doing to his girlfriend. I went to Cassandra next, luxuriating in her smooth pussy and excellent muscle control. I spent a little extra time with her, knowing she wanted my dick only and Jeff wouldn't be touching her. Meanwhile, Jeff took the time to drill both Mia and then Kaitlyn. I roughly pounded Charlotte next, and by the time I got to Mia myself, I was starting to run out of steam. I wasn't tired at all from fucking. Six gorgeous women have a remarkable ability to keep a man energized. But I felt my orgasm- control beginning to wane. The beautiful young Asian was still randy and ready to pop, and with her finger on her clit and me stretching her tunnel, Mia became the first one of us to orgasm. Kaitlyn wasn't far behind, her man's familiarity with her body and her own fingers in her crotch enough stimulation to put the young blonde over the top. Jeff then went on his own version of Russian roulette. Pulling out of Kaitlyn, he plunged into Rebecca, quickly drilling her for about a minute before jumping back to Mia and then Charlotte and then back to Kaitlyn. Taylor was otherwise occupied by me. Speaking of my wife, I had moved over to her and reaching down, I palmed my wife's tits and used them as handholds to tug her against me as I set off down the final path to orgasm. Kaitlyn had turned, french kissing my wife while Taylor strummed her own clit. And between me and her young friend, Taylor soon crested into her climax. The spasms put me over the edge, and then I was blasting away, pumping the contents of my balls straight into the back of my wife's womb. Taylor's knees buckled after that. But she flipped onto her back and rolled her hips up, trying to keep my semen pooled inside her instead of dripping out. Charlotte came around and stuck her tongue into Taylor's sodden pussy, noisily slurping my essence out. I heaved to catch my breath, barely supporting myself against the backrest and idly kissing my wife while grinning happily. That little circle of sex had been a NICE present. Across the way, Rebecca had won Jeff's roulette round, and as he sprawled on the floor cuddling with Kaitlyn, Mia had slid herself between Rebecca's legs, suckling out all the man cream she could get her tongue on. Taylor grinned at me. "By the way honey, we spiked your drinks with Cialis. There's a LOT more partying to be done." ------- Sometime around 3am I let go of Mia's hips. As if my dick had been the only thing keeping her up, as soon as it pulled free of her lewdly-stretched asshole, all four of her limbs buckled and she faceplanted into the cushion beneath her. We had been the last two people to finish, Mia's sexual hyper-energy keeping her going far beyond the others and Taylor's chemical concoction keeping ME going far beyond what I thought I'd be capable of. My eyes fluttered as I teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, more from sheer exhaustion than overloaded pleasure. And FINALLY, my cock started to wilt. I allowed myself a little smile seeing the trickle of white cream oozing out of Mia's backside. The little smile got bigger as I looked to my left to see almost the same sight coming out of Charlotte's gaping hole, although she was already out cold. I leaned back as I sat on my heels, but my sense of balance was off and for a second I thought I was going to collapse flat on my back. But strong hands caught my shoulders first, righting me up. I turned to look and then Cassandra smiled and reached down to help me to my feet. "Come, Jonathan. Let's get you cleaned up," the gorgeous blonde supported me as we staggered towards the bathroom. Taylor and Rebecca stepped forward to revive Charlotte and Mia just enough to get them all cleaned up as well. Jeff and Kaitlyn had quit earlier to go snuggle in their bedroom. Fifteen minutes later, I cuddled up in bed with my wife and my assistant. It had been a good birthday. ------- I awoke sometime around 2pm. For the first time in a long while, I had no morning hard-on. Last night had simply wiped me out. I let Taylor sleep in as she usually did and went to go do my morning routine. Cassandra twirled in with a mug of coffee just as I was coming out of the bathroom. Some of the others were also up and puttering around the suite. Now that my organized birthday festivities were over, our group split up to find our own little adventures. Cassandra actually wanted to get some work done, so after rolling my eyes, I let her disappear into a bedroom with her laptop and Blackberry. Taylor invited Kaitlyn and Jeff to join us for some gambling, but Kaitlyn grinned and reminded us that she wasn't 21 yet. So Kaitlyn and Jeff planned to cruise the strip together, taking pictures and finding amusement thrills like the roller coasters. They paired up with Mia and Rebecca, who turned out to be a closet Trekkie, and the four of them headed for the Star Trek exhibit and the thrill rides on Stratosphere. After promising to rendezvous for dinner and a Blue Man Group show, they left and then Taylor, Charlotte, and I hit the tables. I pleaded with Taylor to keep her gambling in check. And I privately told Charlotte I'd bail her out if she lost in an effort to get the shy submissive to loosen up. Three hours later, I was very happy to find that we collectively were only down five grand, not too bad considering how much Taylor was betting. We'd actually been up 3K before hitting a bad run. Personally, I liked betting on the stock market. At least then research and intelligence could provide an advantage compared with blind luck. We then returned to the Sky Villa. The girls talked Cassandra into putting her work aside for a little while, and then Taylor mandated that no one was allowed into the balcony jacuzzi with any clothes or suits on. Soon, Jeff and I were relaxing in the warm bubbles while ogling the twelve gorgeous breasts on display for us. After one cum-laced kiss between Rebecca and Mia and then one full cumshot into Cassandra's pussy, we cleaned up and got ready for dinner. The food was fine and the Blue Man show was fun, but what really got everyone jazzed was our plan to hit Rain nightclub at the Palms. After more than an hour of primping, we arrived just before midnight and all my ladies were dressed to turn heads. "Mr. Kwong! We're delighted you've decided to join us! Right this way, sir. We've reserved one of our finest skyboxes for you and your entourage. And..." I wasn't listening. With a nod of my head, Cassandra detached herself from the group and went to the obsequious manager of the nightclub who kept up a constant chatter. I'm sure he'd seen lots of beautiful women coming through the doors in his career, but his eyes still visibly bounced as he took in Cassandra's bulging cleavage and then the two of them led the way. Meanwhile, I was scoping out Rain for the first time. The ultra-club in our hotel was a visual orgy of color and music. Taylor cruised along as if she'd seen it all before, but she held onto my arm tightly. The eight of us soon were settled into a plush room which seemed to be at the very top-level of the massive nightclub. We had a bird's eye view of the dance floor and the various decorations, both mechanical and human, spinning and whirling before us. Various effects of water, fire, and fog filled the air in a riotous display. Mia was instantly at the window, pointing and muttering half-completed phrases to herself as she ogled the design spectacle, oblivious to the gyrating people down on the dance floor. Our waitress was waiting for us in the room, bearing some standard cocktails and taking additional orders. But after the first round, as the music pumped into our private room, Mia and Rebecca started tugging at my hands so we could start dancing. "Come on, John. Let's give your body a good, healthy workout," my trainer urged. "OR, you could dance with us a bit and THEN we'll give you the workout," Mia teased. I waved them off at first, content to settle in at my own pace. In the end it was Kaitlyn who managed to convince me. The gorgeous young blonde was underage for the club, but when part of an entourage like mine, little details like checking ID just get forgotten. She simply climbed into my lap and started gyrating as if to give me a lap dance, bringing her face within an inch of mine and puckering her lips as if to kiss me. Ever since I met her just after she'd turned eighteen, I had always felt a powerful attraction for Kaitlyn. But that lust had never translated into love, and after playacting at being my mistress for a year or so, Taylor had introduced her to our design architect, Jeff, and the two of them immediately hit it off. I was happy for her. She'd finally found the love I could never give her. But it also meant I'd been seeing precious little of her in the past year and a half, and our sexual encounters were even less frequent. Life just changes as the years go by, and my little princess was growing up to where she didn't need me anymore. "Come on, John," she batted her baby blue eyes at me. I am SUCH a sucker for blue eyes. "Dance with me." Mia and Rebecca looked on with some eagerness over her shoulder. I sighed. I never could really refuse Kaitlyn anything. If I didn't feel old enough as it was for turning 30, I'd begun taking a very paternal attitude towards the 20-year-old in the past year, partly because she'd started coming to me for pseudo-parental advice. All she ever needed to do was flash her eyes and pout, and she could get me to do anything for her. Hell, if Kaitlyn wanted me to pay for a million dollar wedding, I'd do it in a heartbeat. So when the cute blonde beseeched, "Please? Dance with me?" she had a pull that neither Mia nor Rebecca could match. I sighed and agreed, "Okay. Let's go." With that, Kaitlyn stood up and crooked a finger to her boyfriend. Jeff came and then the two of them, Mia, Rebecca, and I headed for the elevator to take us down to the main dance floor. Cassandra and Taylor sipped their cocktails and chatted while Charlotte knelt at Taylor's feet and actually purred while Taylor stroked her hair. As soon as we stepped off the elevator from the skybox level, a security guard led us to a relatively open dance area elevated above the mosh pit. I noticed he didn't leave, keeping a watchful eye on one of the club's VIP guests. Kaitlyn quickly came into my arms and began to grind herself against my leg in time with the music. She pitched her head forward and rolled her eyes up to look at me while a naughty grin crossed her face. Like all the girls, she was dressed to attract attention for nightclubbing and the view of her firm tits played tug of war with my desire to look at her face. "You miss me?" the young blonde giggled. "Always..." I drawled as I moved to the beat with her. We'd had a couple brief encounters last night during my birthday orgy, but those short interludes had done little to dampen my desire for some personal time with my little sex kitten. Meanwhile, Jeff was getting the dual-women treatment. Rebecca stood behind him and rubbed her prodigious bosom into his back while Mia was grinding against him from the front. I happily noted that he didn't even worry to look at Kaitlyn for permission or anything. The young couple knew where their relationship stood and Jeff enjoyed flirting with my two houseguests. I let my hands slide down the sides of Kaitlyn's satiny dress. Just because I'd been feeling protective and slightly-paternal of my princess, I never stopped looking at her like a gorgeous and sexy young woman. And on this night, with her hair braided and her skimpy tight outfit, my little kitten looked even younger and more alluring than usual. She giggled just loud enough to be heard above the music as my hand slid lower and I palmed her firm ass, still one of the most magnificent asses I'd ever seen. As I rubbed, I let all sorts of non-fatherly thoughts start running through my mind. Kaitlyn ground her crotch against my leg a little harder, and her eyes fluttered as she found the right spot and began to really hump me. She got a glassy look in her eyes, and as she began to pant with pleasure, I felt my blood starting to boil with the lust I felt for this beautiful young woman. While she and I hadn't really spent a lot of time together this past year, we both knew that tonight we'd start making up for that. "So close..." Kaitlyn clutched me and whispered in my ear. And right on time, the song we were dancing to started ramping up towards its own climax. Kaitlyn was literally seconds away from cumming when a familiar face popped up in my peripheral vision, and as Kaitlyn vibrated her hips against me while her orgasm began, I turned my head to look. A young, very cute brunette was dancing with her friends just a few feet away. And there was no mistaking that she was looking straight at me. For a moment, I KNEW I recognized her ... only I didn't know who she was. And when she realized I'd caught her staring, she quickly turned her head away. Kaitlyn moaned as she climaxed and I felt her hot breath against my neck. I turned to hold her body tighter to me as she half-collapsed against my side. Her mouth gaped open as she panted and looked at me with heavy eyes, and she was still trembling in my grasp as she slowly came down from her peak. And eventually, I felt strength come back into her limbs as she got her feet under her and managed to stand. But once I made sure Kaitlyn was settled, I glanced back over to the cute brunette. She was looking at us again, and whether drunk or horny, she had a funny look as she evaluated Kaitlyn's current state. And this time, when she noticed that I'd noticed her, she held my gaze. Right about then, Kaitlyn realized my attention wasn't on her any longer and she followed my gaze. "She's cute," Kaitlyn leaned up and whispered in my ear. "But doesn't seem your usual type." It was true. We were surrounded by beautiful women on the dance floor, some of them model-types and others curvaceous sex goddesses with big tits. While very cute, the brunette in question wasn't out and out gorgeous nor did she exude that confident sexuality that aroused me so much in my women. But she was cute and there was... something ... about her that felt half-familiar. I nodded and replied, "I feel like I know her from somewhere." Kaitlyn very obviously started taking a closer look, trying to place her. The brunette recognized Kaitlyn's attention and shifted her own gaze to the beautiful young blonde while bumping and swaying in her circle of friends. "You want her?" Kaitlyn asked while starting up her own dancing once again. "Huh?" "I'll get her for you," Kaitlyn blushed and preened while she undulated in rhythm with the song, clearly showing herself off for our voyeur and not for me. "Like a birthday present." My eyes went wide as I contemplated it. I was lightly buzzing from the cocktails I'd imbibed upstairs. It wasn't like I needed more girls. I had plenty of hot women already. But my instincts always craved for strange, new pussy. And Kaitlyn did not miss my initial reaction, even with me trying to contain it. And with that, Kaitlyn crooked a finger to the brunette and made an obvious "come hither" gesture. The brunette's eyes went wide and for a moment, she blushed and turned away, the color in her cheeks obvious even under the lights. But a moment later, she looked back at us and offered a shy smile. Kaitlyn grinned predatorily and repeated her gesture. This time, the brunette leaned in and whispered to one of her friends before detaching away and hopping her way over to us in time with the beat. The friend followed the brunette's path for a bit out of curiosity, but then she shrugged and returned her attention to the guy she was flirting with. A moment later, the brunette sauntered over and pointedly looked at Kaitlyn. "Hey there." "Hi..." Kaitlyn grinned and danced her way forward. Almost immediately, the two girls came together and began to sync up their gyrations. I hung back, not quite sure what was going on. Kaitlyn and the brunette just smiled and looked at each other appraisingly, the way any sexually-interested person runs their eyes all over the body of a beautiful woman. It was then that I noticed I wasn't the only one watching Kaitlyn and her new cutie friend. The most obvious observer was a young man who just gulped his drink and stared unabashedly at the two foxy young ladies. In addition to him, several other guys, and a couple girls, paused whatever they were doing to stare. I couldn't blame them. The girls looked HOT. Clad in their clubbing best, with shimmery sleek outfits and alluring makeup, the two of them started pushing past the girls-dancing-together zone towards girls-about-to-make-out zone. Kaitlyn and the girl whispered in each other's ears and danced even closer, their faces coming mere centimeters apart. And together with the other guys, I felt myself holding my breath waiting for that moment. The brunette giggled and finally leaned the last centimeter forward, capturing Kaitlyn's lips with her own, and you could hear the collective sighs of happiness from the surrounding audience. But that was as far as it got. Kaitlyn turned and flashed a smile at me, then nodded her head to beckon me to her. I quickly danced my way forward and then moved into rhythm with Kaitlyn as she turned back to face the brunette. She wrapped her arm around me and gestured to her dancing companion, "This is Karen." We didn't shake hands or anything. We both simply evaluated the other with clear sexual interest and more than a touch of curiosity. Karen still looked so DAMN familiar, but I hadn't remembered a Karen like her in my past. "John," I called loud enough to be heard over the music and pointed at my own chest. "I know who you are," Karen responded enigmatically. But I wasn't overly surprised. I WAS after all famous on some level. "So Kaitlyn here says you guys are celebrating John's birthday?" I rolled my eyes as Kaitlyn laughed, "The big three-oh." Karen giggled. "Ooh, I LIKE older men." I coolly evaluated her. "How old are you?" "Twenty-one," she answered very quickly. I glanced at Kaitlyn, who leaned in and said so that only I could hear, "I think we have more than one thing in common." I looked at my blonde 20-year-old companion and nodded. I put on my best "bouncer" face and sternly stated. "Let's see some I.D. young lady." Karen giggled and dug into her clutch purse, coming out with a Hawaiian Driver's License. To my untrained eye it looked genuine, but the state only served to convince me it was a fake. "Hawaii?" I asked. Karen just blushed and didn't answer. "Ho'olu komo la kaua," I grinned. "Excuse me?" Karen blinked in confusion. Realizing she'd been caught, she admitted. "Fine, I'm 20 and I'm not from Hawaii." I shrugged and handed the license back to her. As long as she was 18 I didn't really care. I started dancing again and Karen didn't hesitate to move in and start grinding with me. "So what brings you to Vegas?" I asked as we undulated in rhythm together while Kaitlyn spooned in behind Karen's back. Karen waved back to her crowd. "Just a bunch of friends looking for adventure." A devilish grin crossed my face and glanced over her shoulder to Kaitlyn. My eyebrows went up for a second as I growled, "Are you sure you can handle an adventure with us?" Karen canted her head back, posing prettily while exposing a creamy expanse of her neck. Her hazel eyes were luminous in the neon lighting. And with complete openness and vulnerability, she said, "I trust you, John." The sincerity in her voice startled me and I stopped dancing for a second. "Do I know you from somewhere?" "Another lifetime perhaps," Karen stared right into my gaze. But then she shrugged and got an embarrassed smile as she turned around and started dancing with Kaitlyn again. I puzzled over that response for a bit, rifling through my memory to see if I could remember her. But while I still had the nagging sensation that I knew her from somewhere, I couldn't match the name and face. Eventually, I just gave up, knowing it would come to me when I least expected it. After a few dances, two of Karen's friends came to check on her. They were a cute All-American college couple that would have been right at home on a prime- time teen soap, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Karen first went to her friends and whispered something. The friends looked at her funny, but they both nodded and then joined us. "Denise, Danny, this is John and Kaitlyn," Karen made the introductions. "John?" Denise took a closer look at my face. "Jonathan Kwong?" Her eyes went wide. "Holy SHIT!" Kaitlyn and I just grinned and shrugged. We'd gotten used to it. I only hoped that the friends didn't put a damper on our budding little seduction of the cute Karen. "Um," Denise looked back and forth between me and Kaitlyn for a second. "Where's Taylor?" There was a curiosity in her voice that meant she was wondering if I was having an affair or something. Casually, I pointed up to our skybox. "She's upstairs." "Really?" Denise gushed and clapped her hands over her mouth, practically hyperventilating as she started jumping up and down. Danny put his arm around her to calm her and looked at me. "Taylor's kind of her idol," he tried to explain. Kaitlyn grinned and leaned into me. "I know the feeling," she said nostalgically. As we were talking, the current song was winding down. I leaned forward and said, "Would you like to meet her?" Denise's eyes flew WIDE open and her head twisted back and forth between me and her boyfriend about twenty times in rapid succession. "Really?" "Sure. C'mon, I'll buy you all a drink." Kaitlyn and I took one last glance at Jeff. Mia looked ready to rip his clothes off as she caressed him from behind while Rebecca practically shoved his face into her cleavage. Kaitlyn smiled at me and then we turned to lead our three new friends to the elevator. ------- Taylor was always happy to meet a fan and Denise just went crazy with stars in her eyes both at meeting her idol and over the luxurious skybox. Danny had to force her to take a drink just to calm down a bit. For his part, Danny seemed to take everything in stride with a mellow confidence and mature calm, and I caught Taylor checking him out more than once in the corner of my eye. Kaitlyn and Karen got to chatting while we all took a short break with a round of drinks. And I caught up with Cassandra, who wasn't really the clubbing type. But after ten minutes, we headed back down to dance the night away, this time with Taylor in tow. Karen, Kaitlyn, and I resumed our three-way flirting and I watched Taylor subtly seducing both Denise and Danny a few feet away from us. For everyone, close dancing turned to body caressing. Body caressing turned to light groping. And light groping turned into the question we'd all been waiting for. Taylor grinned at me before taking the hands of both her young thralls. "Would you like to see our Sky Villa?" ------- It was close to 2am when we got upstairs. Our new friends were a bit nervous and wide-eyed as they entered the spacious two-level suite at the very top of the tower. The Vegas strip was lit up in the distance, offering a spectacular view. And yet, the view wasn't what caught our attention as we arrived. Jeff, Mia, and Rebecca had retired to the suite sometime before us to work off their sexual energy. They had, however, neglected to close the door to the room they were currently playing in. As we walked in, the moans and whimpers and wet slaps of flesh echoed out into the living room, and we all turned to see Mia on top of Rebecca in a hot sixty-nine while Jeff pounded away at Mia from behind. "Don't mind our friends," Taylor said serenely. She kept walking deeper into the living room and we managed to tear our eyes away from the threesome, although their sex sounds continued to carry towards us. Taylor then turned and gestured with one hand towards the balcony, "Will you join us in the jacuzzi?" Denise seemed eager but paused. "Uh, our suits are back in our room." Taylor grinned wide enough to light up the night sky. "Who said anything about suits?" Danny was quick to calculate that baring his penis was worth seeing Taylor, Kaitlyn, and however many other women naked. "Uh, sure," he said almost too eagerly. Denise hesitated another second, and Cassandra piped up. "Anybody want a drink?" "Yes, please," Denise turned to Cassandra with obvious relief and they headed off to mix something up. I held up a finger and nodded for Cassandra to get my usual. In the meantime, Danny was already following the trail of clothing Taylor was leaving as she headed out to the balcony. Strappy heels came off first, followed by the dress, and then Danny wasn't even looking at the floor anymore as Taylor turned her nude body towards him and descended into the hot, bubbling waters. She was a vision of loveliness as she crossed directly over the Playboy bunny logo at the bottom of the pool and settled back against a massaging bubble jet. Karen, the young brunette, smiled at me and slipped her hand into mine. Kaitlyn, the young blonde, took my hand on the other side, and then the three of us went out to join them. Just before we got our clothes off, I heard Cassandra asking Denise quietly, "Are you okay with this? You don't have to do anything you don't want to." "Yeah," Denise said just before taking a big gulp to calm her nerves. "It's all just so overwhelming, and yet a dream come true." I paused and looked around. Here I was, in a Vegas penthouse with eight beautiful women around me. I had no worries, not the expense of the trip nor the search for companionship. It truly was a dream come true, and yet it had all become so ... normal, for me. Even now, I watched the paired naked asses of Karen and Kaitlyn as they slid into the jacuzzi together, Karen just a little shy but eager still. And no sooner did they submerge to their necklines did they come together and softly begin to kiss. Charlotte, naked, passed by me on her way to join Taylor and Danny, who were flirting and hesitantly, the young, handsome man leaned forward to press his lips to my wife's as she invited him to her. And then Karen broke away just long enough to curl a finger at me. I was living a dream. Once I got into the jacuzzi, Kaitlyn led us to the farthest point jutting off into thin air, so that we were surrounded on three sides by the blackness of night, shielded only by thin glass walls. Kaitlyn pushed me into the very center, with my back to the Vegas Strip. And as I stretched my arms wide, I soon had two naked 20-year-olds rubbing their tits into my chest as we all came together for a three- way kiss. I was already familiar with Kaitlyn's nubile body. She'd been every man's wet dream of a blonde teenager when I'd first met her, and she'd only grown into her womanly curves with a dynamite ass and great rack to go along with a picture perfect face. And while Karen was no beauty queen, her cute face and subtle features gave her quite the arousing girl-next-door look, and her nice tits were quite firm as she crushed them into me. I felt a hand circling around my erection, pumping slowly and surely. I surmised it was Kaitlyn's from the lack of any hesitation, and when I looked at her face I saw her knowing smirk to confirm it. But then Kaitlyn's eyes flew open in surprise, and I looked to see Karen smirking as well. All of a sudden, Kaitlyn's face began to contort and twist into various expressions of pleasure and confusion. Her jaw dropped as she began panting heavily, and I looked down through the water to see that Karen had one hand in Kaitlyn's crotch while the other squeezed her left breast. Faster than I would have imagined, Kaitlyn soon squeezed her eyes shut and howled as a climax overtook her. Her whole body floundered in the water, sending waves in every direction for a few seconds, and then she spasmodically jerked a final time and blinked quickly as she recovered her bearings. "Wow..." Kaitlyn breathed. "I don't think I've ever cum that fast before." Karen was licking her own fingers, tasting for the young blonde's honey amidst the jacuzzi water. "You've been worked up for hours since John made you cum on the dance floor. And..." she paused dramatically, " ... I go to an all-girl's college." The comment pinged something in the back of my brain, but then Kaitlyn surged forward to kiss Karen hotly and also pulled me to them so the three of us could resume our fondling and caressing. Meanwhile, Cassandra had coaxed Denise into the jacuzzi. The blonde college girl and Taylor were kissing and touching each other gently, still working their way up while Danny was sitting up on the edge, staring at his girlfriend and my wife while Charlotte sucked on his hard cock. I returned my focus to my matching blonde and brunette 20-year-old's. But just when I started to run my hands down to Karen's crotch, she stiffened up a bit and asked quietly, "Can we ... move to a bedroom?" I looked in her eyes and instead of seeing the slight nervousness I'd been expecting, there was a deep hunger in Karen's shimmering hazel irises. I nodded quickly and then led the girls out of the jacuzzi. Cassandra, still dressed in her nightclub clothes, was already waiting with three oversized towels. I didn't know how she knew, but she had to have retrieved them for us long before Karen asked. Sometimes it was almost spooky how she was always right. I let my statuesque assistant wrap me up while she handed off the towels to Karen and Kaitlyn. And then the three of us headed for the bedroom with the big, round, rotating bed. I detoured us to the shower, where the towels were hung up and then all three of us went back to playing and groping while we soaped each other up. But we didn't linger. We all wanted to jump into a bed as soon as possible. By the time we dried off and hopped onto the round bed, all three of us were eager to get to the fucking. I hit the switch and a low vibration started on the mattress as it began to rotate, causing the girls to giggle before they tackled me together. We rolled around the eight-foot bed for a bit until I wound up on top of Karen, my knee between her legs as she lay back and fixed me with a lustful stare. "Please, John. Take me..." I bent to kiss her again, feeling the softness of her lips mingle with the anticipation of making love to a new nubile female. As she spread her legs and hooked them over my thighs, Kaitlyn actually reached in and guided my cock into position. The jacuzzi and shower water had done nothing to wash away the oil-slick lubrication gushing out of Karen's pussy. And after Kaitlyn rubbed my mushroom head against the folds for a moment, she pushed me into place and I pressed forward, slowly sinking my hard, throbbing cock into Karen's willing body. "Oh ... God..." she husked rapturously. "Oh ... God..." "No, just John," I corrected with a smile as I made it in to the hilt, my pubes meeting up with Karen's finely trimmed dark fuzz. She wasn't a virgin, but she WAS incredibly tight. Karen smiled and bit her lower lip, absorbing the filling sensations before opening her eyes and looking at me. "Now ... FUCK ME." She suited actions to words, rolling her hips up into mine as I pumped steadily, drilling my cock deep with every stroke. The young brunette laughed and started chanting, "Oh, yes ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me..." Kaitlyn just leaned into my ear and whispered, "Happy birthday." After the initial couple of minutes with Kaitlyn idly rubbing my back and caressing Karen's tits, Karen turned and beckoned the young blonde to her. The two girls came together for another hot kiss, full of tongue and wet smacking sounds that only spurred me on even further. And then Karen tugged on Kaitlyn, pulling the blonde to straddle her face and drop Kaitlyn's twat onto her mouth, causing my young ex-mistress to bend over and moan her pleasure while pointing her ass back at me. The three of us didn't use words for the next several minutes. There were just the sounds of Karen wetly eating out Kaitlyn, Kaitlyn whimpering in ecstasy, and my low grunts of exertion as I plowed through Karen's tight pussy. Through the open doorway, I heard the others also come inside. For a second, I turned to see Taylor, Denise, Danny, and Charlotte clambering still half-wet onto the living room furniture. "One thing, cowboy." Taylor's voice echoed in the cavernous living room. "My pussy belongs to my husband. But I'll let you cum in my ass. Think you can handle that?" Danny's nervous response came quickly enough. "S ... sure..." "Charlotte, get the lube. And then ... why don't you show Denise here just how good you are with a strap-on." I grinned and satisfied that my wife was having fun, I returned my focus to my own playmates. Karen proved her earlier ministrations on Kaitlyn were no fluke, and her talented oral work quickly got the young blonde off a second time. When Kaitlyn lifted her hips away to catch a breather, I reached forward and grabbed her, pulling her back so that she was straddling Karen's waist and so that I could palm and tug on Kaitlyn's breasts even while my cock pistoned in and out of Karen beneath her. The new position also let Kaitlyn rub and tweak Karen's nipples while caressing any other erogenous zone she could find. And quickly the young brunette's body began to earthquake as her orgasm washed over her. "Oh, yes! I'm cumming!" Karen squealed. "Rub my tits! Pinch my nipples! Harder, John! Harder!" With a tighter grip on Kaitlyn's tits, I used her body as leverage to pound my hips with as much power as I could, and together, Kaitlyn and I pushed Karen to higher and higher levels of ecstasy through her orgasm. She was just in time too. I felt myself at the edge of my control, and just as Karen started coming down from her peak, I yanked my cock out and began to jerk it. Kaitlyn rolled away just in time for me to cum all over Karen's naked torso. White globs went spraying everywhere, coating the brunette's tits and forming lines of creamy jism along her stomach and pussy. When I finished blasting away, I groaned in exquisite relief, "Oh ... FUCK." Then I surveyed Karen's cum-splattered body and the smiling face of Kaitlyn as she looked it over. Turning to my little blonde lover, I nodded and said, "Go to it, kitten." Kaitlyn immediately went to work cleaning up her new friend, extending her tongue catlike to lap up my spending. Karen giggled at the slightly ticklish sensations and then she beckoned me to her. I knee-walked around until Karen was able to reach out and grab my dick, pulling it to her mouth to lick me free of both our creams and revive me for another round at the same time. The bed was still rotating and while Karen slurped at me, I came up on another view out the bedroom door. Taylor was riding on top of Denise, who was now wearing the strap-on and thrusting her hips up into Taylor's pussy while the two beautiful young women french kissed. Danny was pounding his cock up Taylor's backside, and just before the bed rotated me away from the sight, Charlotte re- entered the picture and offered her pussy to my wife for her munching delight. Between that sight and Karen's surprisingly decent blowing, I was back in action. With the girlish excitement that made Kaitlyn so familiar, my blonde kitten sat up and pushed me onto my back before straddling my hips. Her eyes fluttered as she slowly sank down onto my upright dick, and I moaned softly while I felt myself being enveloped by her warm tightness. Kaitlyn then smiled at Karen and said, "I want to ride him for a bit while you sit on his face. Then we can keep swapping back and forth until we jerk him off all over our faces. Okay?" Karen quickly got to her knees and slid herself over me while facing back towards Kaitlyn so the girls could paw at each other. "Sounds like fun." ------- As typical for this vacation, I woke up in the early afternoon. Consciousness seeped into my brain slowly, and through my still-closed eyelids I could see the red haze of sunlight. And as various nerve endings awoke along my body, I felt a familiar sensation. Someone was sucking on my dick. Before the sandy crust would allow my eyelids to open, I smiled and reached up a hand to touch her head. And under my fingers, I felt the tight locks of her braids as they ran past her scalp and longer towards her shoulders. The braids were a dead giveaway. Without opening my eyes, I let myself smile in recognition before I cracked my eyelids open and the afternoon light blinded me for a few moments. Eventually I was able to focus on the blonde braids and lower down see Kaitlyn's smiling face stretched wide by my cock in her mouth. I frowned to see her wearing one of the hotel bathrobes instead of having an unfettered view of her nubile body. The sound of a toilet flushing momentarily distracted me and I turned to see Karen, wearing another one of the hotel bathrobes, come out of the adjacent bathroom and wash her hands. Then she stood and leaned against the wall, folding her arms over her chest as she watched the blonde head rising and falling in my lap. "Morning," I cheered. "Morning," she smiled. I was hit with that half-recognition once again. I was CERTAIN I knew this girl from somewhere. But then Kaitlyn gave me quite the good lick along the underside of my rod, and all higher brain functions abandoned me. I tilted my head back and groaned at the pleasure, stroking Kaitlyn's head as she fellated me. Karen decided to join in, crossing the room and then sliding stomach-down onto the bed beside her new friend. Obligingly, Kaitlyn popped off and offered my cock over. Happily, Karen took it in hand and then swallowed the first three inches of me before slowly working the rest into her mouth. Honestly, Karen't technique wasn't very good. But the thrill of being blown by a fresh, cute brunette I'd never had before last night was more than enough to keep me happy. The two 20-year-olds passed me back and forth for a few minutes, building me to my climax slowly until Kaitlyn's expertise finally brought me to the edge. Her green eyes swiveled over to the brunette, flicking at my cock quickly and Karen smiled greedily. Just when I was about to blow, Kaitlyn handed me off and started jerking my shaft, pulling me over the edge just as Karen surrounded me with her mouth. A knock sounded at the door just as I started cumming. I was too lost in the delirium of orgasm to react and Karen was busy swallowing the copious amount of semen I was flooding into her mouth. Kaitlyn might have said something, but she was intently focused on stroking my shaft and telling Karen to save some for her. The last few shots flew out of me and then Karen pulled off while holding a hand in front of her mouth as she tried not to lose the pool of cum she was holding in. Kaitlyn quickly sealed off Karen's mouth and then the two of them were exchanging a very sloppy kiss, globs of jizz leaking out while they sparred with their tongues together. At that point the knocker just decided to open the door. Danny, fully dressed, poked his head in and saw the situation, his eyes going wide. "Oh, sorry guys. Didn't mean to interrupt." Karen turned around and shrugged. If she felt embarrassed to be seen swapping my cum with another girl, she didn't show it. Kaitlyn just verbalized, "No problem." "Uh, Nat," Danny started. "Denise and I were just wondering if you wanted to get going. Taylor offered to get us breakfast but I was thinking we should check in with the others before they start worrying." Nat. Something triggered in my memory and automatically I started scanning through my memory again. Nat? Nat ... OHMIGOD! My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly. "Natalie?!" I exclaimed in shock, staring straight at 'Karen'. The young brunette's eyes flew open and she turned to her friend. "Danny!" she complained shrilly. Hungover, he looked confused for a moment before realizing his slip. "Oh, uh, sorry." I sharpened my focus on the pretty girl. I'd only met her once, and was unsure of my memory, but I was pretty sure it was her. "Natalie Gellar?" Natalie blushed and reached up with a finger to scoop a glob of my cum off her lower lip. "Hi, John." Kaitlyn just looked back and forth between us a few times. In confusion, she asked, "Do you two know each other?" Natalie said "Not exactly" at the same time I said "We met once." We both paused to let the other speak, and then Natalie started up again. "I'm Nicole's sister." "Oh," Kaitlyn said automatically, as if that explained everything. A second later, then it hit her. "OHHH... That Nicole." Danny was still confused. "I don't get it." Natalie turned to her friend. "John used to date my sister Nicole. We met just one time, briefly. But I didn't want him to recognize me so I asked you guys to call me Karen." "Why? What's the big deal?" Danny asked. Already I was half-recoiling from Natalie. I felt ... dirty ... somehow. The one time I'd met Natalie had been when Nicole asked me to pay for her mother's experimental surgery. She'd only been 17 at the time and my girlfriend Nicole had expressly told me to back off. My mind automatically went into that mode and I felt quite guilty for having just boned Nicole's little sister. "That's the big deal," Natalie pointed at me shrinking away from her. "He wouldn't have touched me last night if he'd known." "Nicole is going to FLIP when she finds out," I said with honest worry in my eyes. "Yeah, she probably will," the young brunette nodded. "But it was MY choice. And I don't regret it." Natalie's statement didn't do much to reassure me Nicole wouldn't be mad at ME, though. "What are you doing here?" I asked with mild trepidation. "I told you, it's just a little vacation with friends. I never expected to run into you last night." I was starting to get over my mild shock. "Wow..." The coincidence seemed amazing, but then I suppose you always find the world is smaller than you think. "You've grown up," I said while trying not to ogle her and remember what she looked like naked. "And you're still much cuter in person," she gave me a dazzling smile. I realized then that the other two in the room were staring at the two of us rather intently. Turning to Kaitlyn, I asked, "Can you guys give us a minute?" "Sure," Kaitlyn pulled her bathrobe tighter and cinched the belt. Then she stood and shooed Danny out the door before closing it. "So ... Natalie ... how's your mom?" I started, pulling the sheets around my waist to hide my nakedness. She frowned at me doing that, but sighed and shrugged. "She's doing well. Her cancer is in remission and shows no signs of coming back." "That's good to hear." There was a long pause before I got up the gumption to ask my next question. I still felt some guilt over what had happened. "And ... how's Nicole?" "She's good, she's good." Natalie glanced away and fidgeted for a second, seemingly debating whether or not to go into further detail. "She's engaged, actually." "Really?" Natalie smirked. "Yeah. He's an urologist. The guy looks at penises all day instead of gorgeous naked women, like you." I blushed. "Good for her." "Yeah..." Natalie sighed and reclined back onto one elbow. "She used to talk about you all the time, what you could have been together. But not anymore. She thinks everything worked out for the best." "That's good. I'm happy she's moving on." We went into an awkward silence, unsure of how to proceed. If she had just been 'Karen', just another pretty girl, I would have been able to act with confidence and certainty of what I wanted to do next. She would have been just a fun stranger, to be seen once and never worried about again. But Natalie, she was someone loosely connected to my past. I couldn't just act without consequence anymore. Fishing for something to say, I finally just asked, "How about you? Anything I can do for you?" "No," she laughed. "You've already done enough for my family, for all three of us." "All three?" What had I done for Natalie? I'd only met her the one time before. Natalie blushed and started playing with her hair. "You never knew this, but I had SUCH a crush on you way back when." "Really?" She nodded. "You were very cute, rich, and you were making my sister really happy. I was sooo jealous of her. You kept taking her off on those exotic vacations and living the lifestyle of the rich and famous. A couple of times I asked her if you two would bring me along, but she flat out refused. I used to lay in bed dreaming of what it would be like to be your girlfriend." "I don't know. It didn't turn out so well with me and her." "Wasn't really your fault." "I DID cheat on her." "Nah, that's not even what really bothered her. She talked about you a lot: great guy caught up in an extraordinary situation. She thought you actually handled things pretty well. But she just realized she didn't want to be a part of the media circus and your over-the-top lifestyle." Natalie lay on her side and propped her head on one hand, relaxing more now that she was able to talk it out. "So don't worry about her. She's doing great now, living her quiet life with the nice house in the suburbs and her fiancé is a sweet guy." I sighed and felt some of my lingering guilt over Nicole wash away. "I'm happy for her." "Yeah, me too." I looked more sharply at Natalie. "And what about you? You KNEW who I was last night." "Yep." "And you still ... well ... came upstairs with us?" Natalie grinned, her hazel eyes sparkling. She started rubbing her fingers along the inseam of her robe, pulling the fabric away slowly while revealing just the beginning swells of her breast. "I told you, I had the biggest crush on you ... When you didn't recognize me immediately, I thought it was a great opportunity to find out what it might have been like." "You might have just told me who you were." Natalie frowned at me. "I saw how you reacted when you found out who I was just now." "Sorry, residual guilt for ... well ... having sex with my ex-girlfriend's little sister. We both know Nicole's not going to be happy about it." Nicole got a sharp look in her eyes. "She's my sister, not my mom. I'm a big girl able to make my own choices." "That wouldn't stop her from getting upset with ME if she knew." "I suppose," Natalie exhaled and then rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "Well ... I will admit ... you satisfied my expectations." My ego puffed a bit, "Glad to hear that." She rolled her head to me, her eyes hot with fresh lust. "So now that you know who I am, does that mean we can't do it anymore?" Natalie pulled her bathrobe aside again, revealing a dark nipple and kept pulling it open down to her crotch. "Well," I gulped. "I mean, it's not like you haven't already had sex with me before. But I really want to know what it's like, for you to make love to Natalie and not to Karen." "Natalie..." I started. It probably wasn't a good idea. "Your sister might forgive me for sleeping with 'Karen'. But knowing full well who you are..." "It's not her decision. It's mine, remember? Please?" It wasn't like I hadn't already slept with her. And more to the point, Nicole wasn't my girlfriend anymore. The 20-year-old brunette had already turned to all fours and started crawling towards me. The bathrobe hung open so that I could see her perky breasts hanging down and swaying gently with her movements. And I had to admit, now that I knew who she was, the illicit notion of boinking Nicole's little sister had a naughty appeal to it. Natalie seemed to read the acquiescence in my eyes, and as she got to me she reached down and tugged the sheet away from my legs. My half-hard cock became exposed to the air and she wrapped her dainty fingers around it as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I was kissing Natalie. I was kissing Nicole's little sister. The last time I'd seen her she'd been a very cute 17-year-old. Now she was still young and cute, but with stronger cheekbones and a more womanly face and body. And she was kissing me with nearly three years of built-up passion. Natalie shrugged the bathrobe off her shoulders, and then I helped her pull it off her arms and then toss it to the side. She then moaned into my mouth as my hands reached up and began to caress her spine, my fingertips trailing lower until I was able to palm both her firm asscheeks in my hands. She started kissing me harder as I tugged her crotch over my cock. I groaned as I felt my rod end up trapped between her labia and Natalie start gliding herself along it, smoothly lubricated with her own arousal. There were no sounds but the hot panting and gasps of breath as we practically devoured each other's face, and despite my desire to get buried inside her tight pussy, Natalie seemed more than happy to continue grinding her crotch against my prick. Her breathing sped up and her hips began to spasm randomly. But just when I thought she was going to blow, Natalie shifted her hips and reached down to grasp my dick. Elevating it quickly, she spread her legs and then impaled herself on my shaft, screaming in ecstasy as she sank down on my cock. Her orgasm was brief, but powerful, and for a long while after it passed she simply remained sitting on my lap, my cock fully embedded inside her while she leaned her forehead against my shoulder and panted for breath. When she finally lifted her head to look at me, there were little tears in her eyes and she smiled weakly. "That was SUCH a good cum," she whispered. And then she pulled my head to hers in another fierce kiss. After another few minutes of tongue wars and little internal squeezes against my cock inside of her, Natalie pulled away and started to lift herself off me. She moved up just a few inches and then sank back down before repeating the lift, pumping her body slowly along my shaft. "Fuck me, John. Fuck me, please." I started rolling my hips to meet her thrusts, and with my hands still on her tight ass I guided her movements as we picked up speed. "Fuck me, John. Fuck me, John." "I'm fucking you, Natalie. I'm fucking you," I groaned, only half-believing it was true. No matter what else, I would always know in the back of my head that this was Nicole's baby sister. Natalie's face scrunched up as she began to feel the overwhelming sensation of another orgasm building inside of her. She was gasping again as she rode me athletically, driving herself with her legs on every stroke. "Will ... you ... cum ... in me?" she pleaded while pumping herself up and down. "I can't," I moaned. She rode me harder for a few more strokes, frowning but shutting her eyes against the pleasure still increasing. "Then ... cum in my mouth again. I want to taste you all day." "Soon..." I breathed. I was close... ... but not too close. I managed to hold out until Natalie clutched my shoulders and started quaking, her legs still driving her body as she rode me through her orgasm and dumped another load of honey into my lap. I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from spurting in the middle of it, and twice I shifted my hands beneath her ass in case I needed to lift her body away at the last second. But I held on, and just when Natalie opened her eyes again and looked into my face with a serene gaze of intense satisfaction, I grunted. "I'm gonna cum." Natalie just smiled and rode me even harder. "Natalie!" I pleaded, but for a few more strokes she just seemed intent on getting me off inside her for the sheer pleasure of it. But when I started tugging on the bottom of her ass, she nodded in understanding and dismounted me, quickly sliding over so that she could duck her head and wrap her lips around my glistening wet cock. She only had to suck twice before I blew, and I heard the sounds of her gulping as she began to swallow down the spunk I was feeding her. Her hand started milking the rest out of me, and this time with a slightly reduced load, Natalie was able to drink all of me down. ------- When we emerged, Natalie was wearing her skimpy dress from the previous night and the bathrobe on top of that. I was in more casual clothes. Room service had brought us a brunch buffet, and pretty much everyone was eating in the main room as we came out. "Natalie!" Denise quickly came over and hugged her friend. She, too, was wearing her clubbing dress with a bathrobe. "Have a good time?" The pretty brunette turned and looked at me with mixed happiness and sadness. "Yeah. I kinda don't want to leave." "I KNOW," Denise looked around the suite. "Isn't this place amazing?" The two girls then started chatting animatedly as they moved over to a couch. Meanwhile, Taylor came up and slung her arm around me. We smiled at each other, communicating everything without words. I also caught the attention of Cassandra, who just smiled and nodded to me. Off to my left, I saw that Jeff was still sandwiched between Mia and Rebecca, who were taking turns feeding him grapes. I chuckled at that and then saw Kaitlyn just casually talking to Charlotte, seemingly unmindful of her boyfriend for now. And right by my side, I caught Taylor winking at Danny, who was trying to look invisible while still staring unabashedly at my wife. And a sudden thought came to me. "Hey Natalie." "Hmm?" Natalie broke off their conversation and turned to me. "When do you leave?" Natalie looked at Denise for a second and then seemed to think back over what day it was today. "Uh, tomorrow morning." "Well I was just thinking," I began and pointedly looked at Natalie, Denise, and then Danny. "Would you three like to stay with us today?" I caught Denise's quick glance at Danny before she locked onto Taylor. Natalie similarly started to smile. "We don't have any major plans," I waved. "We'll cruise around the town, maybe a show later in the evening, or maybe just decide what to do as we go along. But we seem to all be enjoying each other's company and..." Natalie wasn't looking at me anymore. She'd grabbed both of Denise's hands and looked at her insistently. From the eagerness in Natalie's eyes, I think she would have stayed with us even if her friends didn't come along for support. But to Natalie's relief, Denise got a nod from Danny and nodded in agreement. "Great!" Natalie beamed. "Uh, we WILL need to check in with our friends and change." "No problem," I waved. "What do you say we meet back here..." I checked my watch. " ... at three?" Our young new friends quickly looked at each other and nodded. The day was going to be a fun adventure. ------- It was actually closer to 3:30pm when the trio returned. Natalie apologized for being late, explaining that their friends were grilling them about where they'd been all night. And then when they planned to spend another full day with us, the questioning had only gotten more intense. Not that I could complain about their tardiness. Kaitlyn, Taylor, and Mia were still primping themselves as well. Plus, Natalie decided to make it up to me by launching into my arms and giving me a kiss that shook me down to my toes. From that moment until the next morning, the relationships in our group went through a fundamental change. It was almost as if our trip to Vegas existed in a different universe from the real world. Taylor was no longer my wife. Kaitlyn was no longer Jeff's girlfriend. And we were all free to just enjoy ourselves and each other to the limits of happiness without boundaries or obligations. We wound up splitting into three groups: Jeff took off with Mia and Rebecca on his arms, ready to party and paint the town while making every man around him jealous for having two gorgeous women doting on his every whim. Taylor took off in a different direction, one-upping Jeff by having a trio of devoted followers in Charlotte, Denise, and Danny. Denise even seemed to be showing an interest in adopting some of Charlotte's submissive nature, something I hoped her boyfriend Danny would figure out. And both Natalie and Kaitlyn got to find out what it might be like being my girlfriends for a day. I showered the both of them with affection and little gifts as we hopped from one exotic destination to the next. Natalie saw a sparkling necklace she started drooling over and went into absolute shock when I bought it for her. Then Kaitlyn found a sexy diamond-studded choker for me to get for her as well. The girls then proudly showed off their new jewelry for the rest of the night. For a brief moment, I remembered the necklace I'd bought for Kate. Then, it had been a subconscious symbol of my affection for her. But here, in Vegas, it was just part of the "girlfriend" fantasy I was living out with Kaitlyn and Natalie. I knew things wouldn't go beyond that. And with the way my relationship with Kate had turned out, it was as if I had a compulsive NEED to playact at boyfriend-girlfriend just to get it out of my system. Cassandra was with us as well, but she outright refused to let me buy her a necklace. At least she did settle for a passionate kiss. I finally did stop by the Venus pool at Caesar's with my girls and spent a couple hours relaxing. I laid back and enjoyed being between two beautiful 20-year-olds wearing nothing but string bikini bottoms and the necklaces I'd just bought them. Cassandra was just on the other side of Kaitlyn, and with her huge, round naked melons, she had to fend off more than one flirtatious suitor, despite making it clear she was in my entourage. For Natalie, sunning herself topless while wearing a few thousand dollars worth of diamonds around her neck proved an energizing experience for the relatively sheltered young girl. And when we got back into the limo, Natalie immediately stripped herself topless again and then fished out my cock, plunging her mouth around it and slurping me madly while Kaitlyn just laughed and patted the brunette's head while Cassandra smiled and looked on. I'd been quite revved up myself from the pool time spent ogling various naked breasts, and in less than five minutes I was painting Natalie's tonsils with my cum, the last of which she shared with Kaitlyn in a soft kiss. Dinner was at one of the finest restaurants in Vegas. Natalie couldn't believe we were able to bypass the hour-long wait and just get a prime table. We also got front-row seats for a magic act at the MGM and Kaitlyn was pulled on stage to be the gorgeous girl the magician would flirt with and drool over. For Natalie, the luxurious limousines and first-class service were a fantasy come true. For Kaitlyn, the day was a brief excursion into our past affair while simultaneously being the first time she was really able to be out and about with me in public. Only Cassandra decided to stay exactly as she was in our real life, as my ever-loyal and loving personal assistant. It was the way she already liked to be, no fantasies needed. In our separate groups, we entertained and fed ourselves and wound up at different nightclubs until the early hours of the morning. Only occasionally did the others call and check in with Cassandra, purely for safety's sake. When my little foursome returned to the Sky Villa, Jeff, Mia, and Rebecca were still out, although Taylor's group had beaten us home. We found Taylor's foursome both in and out of the massive rainfall shower. Denise was kneeling in the tub between Taylor's legs, driving her fingers in and out of the gorgeous supermodel while her boyfriend Danny had Charlotte bent in the other direction, thrusting powerfully into her snatch while his pelvic bones rhythmically slapped against her ass. Natalie and Kaitlyn got wicked smiles as they pushed me into the bedroom and began to strip my clothes off on the bed. I laughed and wriggled as the two young women both tickled me and tugged at me until I was naked and helpless before them. They looked at each other and grinned as they readied themselves to spring their next surprise on me, but it was Cassandra who surprised them when she crept up to Natalie and unexpectedly plunged two fingers into the young brunette's pussy from behind. Kaitlyn had only another second to try and react before Cassandra similarly got up her skirt and past her panties to shove a couple fingers into the young blonde. But once teamed up together, Kaitlyn and Natalie turned the tables on Cassandra, grabbing her and tickling her as they threw her onto the bed beside me and started stripping the statuesque blonde. But once they got Cassandra fully naked, I looked to my assistant and rolled my eyes towards our young captors. She got the hint and then Cassandra and I went on the offensive. Kaitlyn was nearest to me and after seizing her in my arms, I used my superior strength to flip her over and then begin undressing the young blonde. Cassandra, similarly bigger and stronger than Nicole, did the same and soon my personal assistant and I loomed over two naked 20-year-olds who were writhing and whimpering for us to let them go. "But I don't want to let you go," I husked to Kaitlyn. "And did Nicole ever tell you she had sex with me?" Cassandra asked Natalie, who stopped struggling immediately. The surprise in her wide-open eyes was answer enough. Cassandra leaned down and husked, "She was the best rug-muncher I've ever met. Period. Think you can top her?" Natalie grinned at the challenge. Sisters always have a little competitive streak with each other. And with that, Cassandra crawled forward and lowered her trimmed-blonde crotch over Natalie's face. Meanwhile, I got a positional idea in my head and moved to sit against the headboard, pulling some pillows around my lower back for comfort. Then I pulled Kaitlyn over to me, spinning her around so that she was facing away, and then I spread her legs and dropped her onto my cock. The young blonde started moaning and riding me, closing her eyes to focus inwards on the sensations I was creating in her pussy. But while she still had her eyes closed, I motioned to Cassandra, who was able to bend forward and with a little shifting, my assistant was able to put her mouth between Kaitlyn's spread thighs and start licking at Kaitlyn's clit even while Natalie was still working on her. We were a conga line of sex, accompanied not only by my groaning and Kaitlyn's moaning while I rubbed the blonde's tits, but also by the sounds of Taylor's crew screwing like bunnies in the next room. I was using Kaitlyn's tits as handholds while she slowly rode up and down. Her own hands were busy holding Cassandra's head while the taller blonde ate her out. And further away I could see Natalie gripping Cassandra's ass as she working to try and bring off my assistant in record time. I never found out if Cassandra considered Nicole or Natalie to be the better rug- muncher. But I did know that Cassandra came quickly and came HARD. When Natalie slid out from beneath the statuesque blonde's hips, her face was absolutely drenched in honey. Kaitlyn wasn't far behind, the dual stimulation of a thick cock and an agile tongue more than enough to set her off. She chanted, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" before howling an extremely loud "Oh, FUCK!!!" and then came, shaking spasmodically before toppling forwards and off of me. While Cassandra rolled Kaitlyn over into a sixty-nine, Natalie was quick to mount my recently vacated dick, and I soon got to enjoy the young brunette bouncing in my lap, something I hadn't really been expecting to see or feel again after this morning. I decided that this little day-trip away from reality was certainly one of my better ideas. Natalie rode me to her climax and then tapped out when Cassandra showed a deep hunger in her eyes for me. The two young girls had mostly monopolized my cock for the past 24-hours, and my loving assistant was craving some attention. So while Natalie and Kaitlyn tumbled and groped at each other so much they actually rolled off the bed, Cassandra straddled my legs and then sank herself onto me, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly as I filled up her seemingly little- used pussy. I felt the happy sigh leave her as we came together, and then she pulled away and buried my head in her enormous cleavage while she started to buck her body up and down. "Fuck me, Jonathan..." she crooned. "Fuck me..." I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and let my hands roam freely along her body. And my lips and tongue similarly began to roam freely around her breasts and nipples. Cassandra was quite keyed up, which turned out to be a very good thing for me since being ridden by both Kaitlyn and Natalie had worn down my stamina. She came first, clawing at my back and whispering, "I love you, Jonathan," into my ear just before she began moaning at the height of her ecstasy. And then my brain became awash in the knowledge that this was Cassandra, my Cassandra. She was perhaps the person I trusted most in this world, more than even myself or my wife. And she was a woman I could cum inside. After going more than a day without being able to spunk inside a hot pussy, I suddenly felt a powerful pressure in my balls and a desperate hunger to cum. With a sudden burst of energy, I lifted Cassandra and rolled her over onto her back. She gasped in surprise but started laughing as I maniacally pried her legs apart and then rammed my dick into her once again. "Fuck me, Jonathan," she crooned. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." And then my loving assistant held my face in her hands as I thrust wildly like a drunken rabbit, jackhammering as fast as I could until I felt that little tingle and started screaming as I poured out a diluvial torrent of jism straight into the depths of Cassandra's womb. For a brief moment, I thought about my swimmers futilely searching for an egg that wasn't there. And as I thought about it, I realized I would feel nothing but happiness if somehow, Cassandra became pregnant. I could picture her with a baby bump, FINALLY taking some time away from her work and duties and just spending time with me as a lover. And at that pleasant thought, I felt an extra jump in my cock as I fired another blast, seemingly even stronger than the first one, spewing gobs of semen into Cassandra, so much that I already felt it leaking back out onto our thighs. Kaitlyn and Natalie had noses for cum. Well, more likely they could hear the obvious audio cues that we were having our orgasms. But either way, the instant I finished shooting and started panting while Cassandra kissed my cheek, one of the girls was pulling my hips out of the way so that the other could shove her head in between Cassandra's thighs and start slurping up my spending. When my brain returned to me and I was able to look over, Kaitlyn's head was wriggling at Cassandra's crotch and then a few seconds later, she pulled out and Natalie dove in. There was so much cum and it took so much time for the girls to fish it out, Cassandra actually had another orgasm. And while Kaitlyn finished up with Cassandra, Natalie turned and pounced on my weary cock. Well ... not so weary. As powerful as that orgasm had been, it had only been one. And I hadn't only had one orgasm when around multiple women in a LONG time. Besides, when the young girls started kissing me and nibbling on my ears, Kaitlyn whined that I hadn't fucked her ass for the entire trip. And then Natalie, drunk on cum and the thrill of a crazy Vegas vacation, shyly asked for me to be her first anal experience. So then Cassandra took over nursing my erection with her hot mouth while Kaitlyn and Natalie rolled up into a sixty-nine again, this time with a bottle of Astroglide as they worked the lube into each other's ass while munching out each other's snatch. And when everyone was deemed ready, Natalie eagerly stepped back to watch as I knelt behind Kaitlyn and eased my re-hardened cock up the blonde's back door. Kaitlyn started moaning "Hurt me," while I buggered her, and Cassandra joined in to start spanking the prostrate blonde and pinch her nipples roughly while I sawed in and out of her asshole. And then I planted my hand against the back of her neck, pushing her down until her legs gave way and Kaitlyn wound up flat on the bed, face-down. While I reamed her out, the young girl was moaning constantly. "Fuuuuck..." she groaned. Kaitlyln started drooling and a few tears leaked from her eyes. She was almost completely helpless and unable to move as I had my way with her. And a minute later, her body tensed up with an orgasm, her sphincter clamping tightly onto my shaft. A few more thrusts and I was joining her, squirting my juices down into the darkest recesses of Kaitlyn's rectum. When I finished spunking into the blonde 20-year-old's ass, I pulled back and arched my back to stretch myself out while Cassandra cleaned me off with a warm washcloth. Kaitlyn was a disheveled mess on the bed, but quite happy. "Holy SHIT," Natalie gasped. "Is it always like that?" I chuckled. "No, Kaitlyn just gets off on rough sex sometimes." "Ohhh, baby..." Kaitlyn crooned into the mattress with a little grin. Meanwhile, Cassandra finished cleaning me up and bent down to start sucking me back to life for Natalie's turn. "Are you ... going to do it like that?" Natalie asked me nervously. "Oh, no. Not unless you want me to," I told her. Cassandra popped her head off me and smiled. "I know just how to help." And with that, my assistant crawled onto the bed and lay back. She directed Natalie to move over into roughly a sixty-nine position, although with Cassandra's height and Natalie's relative shortness, the younger girl couldn't quite reach Cassandra's crotch. Not that it mattered. The point was that Cassandra could reach Natalie's crotch, and as my assistant's tongue began to work its way into Natalie's sodden pussy, the young brunette visibly began to relax. As they moved into their positions, Kaitlyn managed to crawl over and take over sucking duties on my cock. And a few minutes later, Natalie was suitably relaxed and my dick was suitably re-energized. I got up and moved to kneel behind the 20-year-old little sister of my ex-girlfriend. And as I hunched forward, Cassandra reached around and spread Natalie's cheeks. I could see the trail of lube that Kaitlyn had already worked inside of her, but I lubed myself up again just to be on the safe side. And with careful aim, I nudged the head of my cock against Natalie's puckered rosebud. She tensed up at my first touch, but I husked a soft, "Relax..." and Cassandra wrapped her tongue around the brunette's clit. Her sphincter opened up just a little more and as I pushed, Kaitlyn rolled over and said, "Exhale, Nat. It gets easier." Natalie exhaled on command and as she loosened, I suddenly was able to push forward. The crown just popped through before Natalie startled at the sensation and clamped down, but I was in. And with a little more pressure, I glided forward until I was balls deep up the 20-year-old's asshole. "So fucking FULL..." Natalie groaned. "Wonderful, isn't it?" Kaitlyn swooned. "Weird ... it's good ... but weird..." Natalie answered. But then she gasped as Cassandra continued eating her out and then I was pulling back on my cock to restart the pumping sequence. "Oh ... oh ... oh..." Natalie started whimpering while Cassandra and I assaulted her body. We both kept our pace slow, but very quickly the pleasurable sensations started to overtake Natalie's "weird" sensations. "So full ... oh fuck me, John ... fuck my ass..." "I'm fucking your ass, Natalie ... I'm fucking it," my eyelids half-closed and I started slipping into a trance of lust. After cumming once in Cassandra's vagina and once in Kaitlyn's ass, I knew I could last a good long while. So throwing any semblance of control to the winds, and with a firm grip on Natalie's hips, I started to drill her with more powerful strokes, increasing steadily until I was able to lunge without significant restraint, slamming myself forward until my pelvis crashed against Natalie's asscheeks. "FUCK ME!" Natalie cried. "FUCK MY ASS!" And so I did. And soon, perhaps more due to Cassandra's tongue on her clit, Natalie detonated. Her anal muscles clamped down on me so tightly that I couldn't even move. And she screamed loud enough to echo throughout the suite. Humorously, at the same time I heard Rebecca scream, "FUCK MY ASS!!!" somewhere in the distance. I chuckled and just kept going. For a few minutes, Natalie was still lost to the aftershocks of her orgasm. She moaned and whimpered and her head just lolled around uncontrollably while I pistoned in and out of her now lewdly-stretched sphincter. Cassandra continued to munch on her and as I circled my hands around to cup the young brunette's tits, she started to become more alert. "Oh, gawd. I can't believe you're still fucking my ass..." "Believe it," I grunted and slammed her a little harder. "Oh, fuck ... oh, fuck ... I think I'm gonna cum again," Natalie moaned. "Cum, baby. Cum for daddy," I growled and Natalie actually jerked when I said that. "Ooh, you like that? You like daddy skewering your tight ass, Natalie? I'm fucking it. I'm fucking your ass. I'm reaming you out, baby girl." "Ohhh..." Natalie groaned and started ramming her hips back at me. I finally started to feel the urge to cum. So pitching my voice lower and speeding up my thrusting, I crooned again, "Cum, baby. Cum for daddy." "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum with your dick up my little asshole! Arggghhhhh!" Her anal muscles clamped down again as a second, more powerful climax ripped through Natalie's body. And this time, when she screamed, "FUCK MY ASS," it was loud enough to drown out any other sounds. And then the trembling in Natalie's body and my own rapid thrusting set me off as well. And with a loud grunt, I slammed forward into Natalie's twitching asshole and let loose all the cum I had left in my balls. Natalie's hips spasmed a few times as her orgasm ran its course, and then her torso collapsed flat on top of Cassandra, who just held her firmly. But I still held her hips in my hands as I spunked out the last few drops of jism into her bowels. Only when I released my grip did Natalie completely go limp. Cassandra then took a final few slurps of Natalie's feminine nectar leaking out of her pussy. And once I pulled away, Kaitlyn crawled over and shoved her tongue between Natalie's asscheeks, licking up my male cream leaking from that hole. We were all silent for a few minutes, just catching our breath. And then I moved around and sat by Natalie, patting her head. "You okay?" "I'm going to be sore," she answered gingerly. "But I've no regrets." I smiled and rubbed her cheek. "So this is the life of one of your girlfriends," Natalie raised an eyebrow. "Well, the experience of being my girlfriend isn't all wild sex," I sighed. "So let's get in the shower to clean up and then we'll experience 'group cuddling'. Sound good?" Natalie giggled, "Sounds great." ------- Alas, morning came and our little flight from reality came to an end. Cassandra and Kaitlyn left Natalie and me alone for one final lovemaking session. And Natalie's eyes practically glowed as she swallowed my cum. When it was time for our new friends to leave, I hugged Natalie one last time. We had an odd connection to our past and the past couple of days had been fun, but we both knew there was no future between us. It was just a fantasy. Natalie hummed happily in my tight embrace until I released her. Before I let her go, I warned, "You know there were probably paparazzi hanging around last night." She shrugged and nodded. "Is that going to be bad for you?" "Nah. Might make some ripples in the tabloids, but nothing I'm worried about." I patted her head. "I think you should probably tell your sister though, before she sees it on Celebrity Sightings." "I know. Don't worry about her. I think she'll just be happy I got to have my little adventure. I'll tell her you treated me nice." She clutched the necklace around her neck. Nicole wouldn't be jealous of that at least; big sis had several of her own. I smiled, and Natalie tilted her head to me for a last kiss. "Goodbye, John." "Goodbye, Natalie." And then they were gone. Afterwards, there were no regrets. My loving wife Taylor crawled into my arms and Jeff and Kaitlyn cuddled up together as if they'd never been separated. And once we were airborne and flying back to New York, we knew our lives would go on as happily as they ever had. Denise and Danny went back to their lives. Taylor never met up with them again, but everyone would have some pleasant memories to think back on. Jeff and Kaitlyn picked up right where they left off. They'd had their fun, but from the way the two of them reunited, my bet was that they'd be married inside of another year, assuming they could figure out how to appease Hal Reynolds. And a week after returning to New York, Natalie sent me a sweet hand-written letter thanking me for our time together. She knew we had no future together, but she hoped we could be friends and she said she planned to move to the Big Apple when she graduated from college, and asked permission to look me up when she got there. Also, while Nicole wasn't exactly pleased with what happened, Natalie assured me that her big sister wasn't angry with me either. What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas. ------- Chapter 6: The Houseguests SEPTEMBER "Can you really believe it's been a year?" Taylor smiled and tilted her champagne glass back for a sip. But halfway to her lips, her hand froze and she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning softly. I glanced down to where Cassandra was kneeling between Taylor's legs, slurping my cum out from my wife's saturated pussy. Taylor herself was reclined in a bucket seat on the jet, fully naked and covered in sweat. When Taylor opened her eyes, the deep blue pools were unfocused and her lower jaw quivered as the small orgasm passed through her. I was surprised she managed not to spill her drink. And then with a sigh, she sagged into her seat and Cassandra sat back with a satisfied smile on her face. My gorgeous blonde assistant scooped some cum off her chin and popped it into her mouth. She looked unbelievably sexy even though she was still fully dressed, what with the dribble of semen, the way her hair was mussed where Taylor had been holding her head, and especially the intensely aroused expression on her face. "A year of ups and downs. But a happy year nonetheless," I agreed with Taylor while keeping my eyes on Cassandra as she moved over to my naked body, where I was sitting in the next bucket seat across the aisle from Taylor. Then the blonde bent and slurped my still-wet half-hard cock into her mouth. Taylor raised her champagne glass to me. "Happy anniversary, honey." I looked down and saw the glow of adoration in Cassandra's eyes before returning my gaze to my wife. "Happy anniversary." A few minutes later, I was as hard as I'd ever get. I nodded to Taylor, who got out of her seat and moved behind my assistant, reaching around her body to begin opening the various fasteners of her clothing. Cassandra pulled me out of the back of her throat, taking a few deep breaths. And then I held my hands out to both of the great loves of my life. "Come on. Let's all go back into the bedroom." ------- Six hours later, we awoke as the pilot informed us we would be landing in Paris soon. We dressed and returned to our seats. Cassandra hadn't cleaned herself up since I'd nutted inside her, and I thought I heard a wet squelch as she sat down. An hour after that, we checked into the Imperial Suite at our posh Parisian hotel. After taking two steps in through the doors, Taylor sighed. "Doesn't this bring back memories?" Cassandra and I looked at each other and smiled. This was the same hotel and the same suite we had stayed at when Taylor had been whisked away by Fashion Forward magazine for a photo shoot. It had been quite the special week. During that trip was the first time Cassandra and Taylor had sex with each other. It was the time Cassandra and I began to fall in love. It was also the first time Taylor began to fall in love with me. Now while things had gotten quite complicated upon returning home, all three of us had very fond memories of our last trip to Paris. Taylor had a further surprise when she emerged from the bedroom wearing a resplendent blue dress, form-fitting to her lithe body and electrically captivating in the light. The skirt was short and flowing at the same time, and almost immediately I remembered how practical that skirt had been the last time we were here. Predictably, the very first thing Taylor wanted to do was visit the Louvre. Once we were in our limo, Taylor laughed and rehashed the sordid details of that Louvre encounter to Cassandra. On the drive over, I could see my wife rubbing her thighs together as she was evidently getting quite wet at the memory. And when we pulled up outside the museum itself, Taylor fixed me with a heated look and asked, "Cassandra, will you keep a lookout for us?" "Of course, Taylor," the blonde immediately answered, a grin on her own face. I had by now figured out that Taylor meant to recreate the encounter from nearly three years ago. And while the risk of getting caught tempered my arousal, the prospect of public sex with Taylor already had a noticeable effect on my penis. Taylor was giggling like a schoolgirl as we got out and then quickly located the same bench. Not five feet away was another bench with another couple sitting on it, but luckily "our bench" was free. And then soon, I found myself sitting down and staring at the Arc de Triomphe, and then Taylor slid herself onto my lap while Cassandra circled around miming as if a camera was in her hands. Taylor's feet were together on my right side with her arms around me, looking at Cassandra over my left shoulder while I gazed at my wife's face. I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch, and she turned to press her lips to mine and we began to make out like a million other couples were probably doing in Paris. With Taylor's ass grinding on my boner, I soon began to moan in obvious arousal. The gorgeous brunette took that as her cue and she pivoted in my lap, kicking one leg over me so that she was straddling me. Cassandra immediately turned and began to look for observers. Cassandra did flash us a "stop" sign with her open palm. There was one young man walking by who was gawking at Taylor, merely the look of a man appreciating female beauty. But Taylor was still busy grinding her crotch against my erection. And then, when Cassandra waved us "all clear", my wife slipped her hand underneath the skirt, fished my rock hard erection through my fly, and then pushed me past the strap of her panties and sunk me into her very wet snatch. "So naughty..." Taylor husked, her eyes now a brilliant violet against the sunlight. She barely moved, rotating slowly and moving up and down without any rhythm. To any outside observer she would appear to be sitting astride my lap, kissing me like many other young couples in Paris. But the reality was that we were fucking in broad daylight in the courtyard of the Louvre. Oddly enough, while we'd come to this sight three years ago, we'd never gone into the museum itself. So twenty minutes later, the three of us walked through the museum with our personal guide. Twenty minutes after that, Taylor actually dribbled some of my cum onto the parquet floor, after which she finally excused herself to a restroom to wipe herself up. And that wasn't our only trip back down memory lane. We strolled along the sidewalks lining the River Seine. We played "I spy" and Cassandra laughed when she pointed out a green bench. And then we dolled up and went to the Opera. Three years ago, I could never have imagined my life would be where it was now. Even with all the hopes and dreams for each woman I'd felt during the incredibly intense week we'd all spent in Paris, I never would have guessed the three of us would end up together. I had consider myself a truly blessed man. ------- Late that night, after a playful shower, the three of us tumbled into bed together. Now, at 12:15am local time, it was actually the day of Taylor's and my wedding anniversary. I'd obviously seen both women fully naked in the shower. But that didn't stop them from tossing a pair of silk boxers at me and then shooing me into the bedroom while they went into the closet to change. A few minutes later, my ladies emerged wearing their lingerie. Taylor's was a red ensemble, a very rare thing since she usually preferred darker colors. She'd chosen well, as her outfit spiked my anticipation and arousal at a brand new look from my familiar wife. Her lace panties were cut high over her hips, enhancing the length of her legs. The strapless bra had only half-cups, leaving the upper hemispheres of her breasts completely exposed and practically spilling over the top. And she wrapped the thigh-length matching silk robe around herself, both hiding her body and teasing me as the thin material hugged her curves. And my wife's dark blue gaze pierced through the thin veil of her long, dark bangs as she devoured me with her eyes. And Cassandra was a vision in white. Somehow, in the very few minutes we were apart, she'd added some makeup that made her look devastatingly sexy in sharp contrast to her usual business façade. Her hair was up save for golden curls falling down, framing her pretty face. Already taller than Taylor, her white silk robe hung all the way to her ankles, making her look even taller and imposing. Her bra seemed to use some form of nanotechnology to support her large tits despite being made from a sheer, see-through cloth. And she was wearing white boyshorts that clung to her asscheeks and crotch quite enticingly. My wife approached first and I opened my arms as she joined me on the bed. "I love you, Taylor." "I love you, Johnny." And we both turned to Cassandra and rolled her in-between us. I glanced at Taylor and then we said together, "We love you, Cassandra." Cassandra first reached up to Taylor, her hands on my wife's cheeks as she brought their faces together for a tender kiss. I started pulling off Cassandra's robe, then kissed the back of Cassandra's neck and let my hand run along her flanks before palming her ass in my hand. The two women had begun to caress each other while their tongues intertwined, and I slid lower down and snaked Cassandra's boyshorts off, leaving her naked ass and engorged pussy lips bare to my gaze. My wife and assistant were still passionately kissing, but then Cassandra's hips shot forward in surprise when I slipped a finger into the wet folds of her pussy from behind. The action caused the taller, bigger blonde to push Taylor's relatively lighter body and rolled the brunette onto her back. Cassandra quickly removed my wife's strapless bra while leaving the silk robe around her shoulders, then moved atop Taylor and began to kiss her way down the brunette's naked torso. "Oh, Cassandra..." Taylor crooned while the statuesque blonde took my wife's sensitive breasts in her mouth. And as the blonde moved lower, Taylor began whimpering in anticipation. Those whimpers jumped an octave when Cassandra pulled away the panties and got her tongue on Taylor's clit. And then the brunette supermodel was writhing amongst the bedsheets, her head tossing left and right as my beautiful blonde assistant worked her pussy over. While she ate out Taylor, Cassandra was stretched out further on the bed and I dropped my shorts then circled around and started pulling Cassandra's legs apart. The busty blonde pushed herself onto her knees and spread them to the sides, her backside forming a triangle with her bubble butt at the apex. I was already iron hard from watching my two ladies making love together, and with a firm grip on Cassandra's hips, I guided my cock into her from behind. At my penetration, Cassandra picked her head up. "Ohhh ... Jonathan ... Fuck me, Jonathan!" "Whatever you desire," I husked. The three of us moved in a familiar rhythm. Over the course of our relationship we'd tried out every possible three-person pretzel-position and awkward gymnastics in the Kama Sutra. But in the end, we'd settled on the good old- fashioned three person combinations as being the most pleasurable. They were positions we knew intimately, and I focused on bringing the utmost in pleasure to Cassandra while she focused on Taylor. We moved in harmony and the longer we went, the better the euphoric bliss filled our heads without needing any drugs, potions, or toys. The lustful love we felt for each other was more than enough. And as we continued, I felt like my brain was melting away, stripping off all ancillary thoughts and worldly concerns until there was nothing left but the pleasure in my head and the imperative to please my women. And with all those external feelings absent, all I had left was the sense of what Taylor and Cassandra wanted to feel. We needed no words. When Cassandra wanted me to move harder, I did without her asking. There was just something in the way she wiggled her hips at me that told me what she needed. When Taylor wanted Cassandra to pop a finger up her ass, she did so almost a split second after the thought came to Taylor. It was like the three of us were fucking in a trance, with one shared mind. Both my loves came to multiple orgasms before I spunked my load into Cassandra. And with the coordinated precision of an experienced dance troupe, all three of us stripped our remaining clothes off and changed positions so that Cassandra was in a sixty-nine on top of Taylor, reviving my dick with her mouth for another round while she drizzled her mingled cum down into Taylor's gaping mouth. And what came next was automatic. As soon as Cassandra moved out of the way, I bent down and lifted my wife's legs and wrapped them around my waist. She cooed and held her arms out to me as I slowly slid my cock inside of her, Taylor's dark blue eyes rolling back with pleasure as I sheathed my dick in to the hilt. And then we were both groaning unintelligibly as we began the ancient rocking motion of love. This was my wife, on our anniversary. I was making love to my wife. And a thought then came to me, borne out of the incredible love I felt for this woman. And I spoke our first words in half an hour. "Taylor, honey." "Yes..." "What do you think about having a baby?" Her eyes lit up and a smile crossed her face so wide that I thought she might split her face. "When?" "Now..." Taylor reached her hands up to cup my cheeks. "Of course." I glanced to the side to see Cassandra beaming at us, her left hand stroking Taylor's forehead while her right was on my shoulder. I smiled down at my wife. "Are you ready to lose this wonderful figure? Put on thirty pounds and add several inches to your hips?" Taylor grinned and palmed her breasts. "And grow another cup size?" I smiled at that thought. "Yes, I'm ready," she said sincerely. "It's not like I NEED the modeling work. Just promise me you'll still love me when I'm fat and bulging and you have all these gorgeous women around," she swept her hand towards Cassandra. I turned back to my wife. "Always..." "Ready to practice?" Taylor husked as she hunched her hips at me. She also started on some incredible inner muscle massaging, a technique she had begun to master for getting me off whenever she wanted to. Meanwhile, Cassandra was not idle. She lay beside us, kissing Taylor's cheek and neck, giving just gentle caresses without trying to interpose herself between the sight line of me and my wife. Her hand snaked down and around behind our joining, and I soon felt the soft tickle of her fingers as my assistant rubbed my balls, even while my cock pistoned in and out of my wife. The whole while, Taylor stared right into my eyes. Her irises weren't the violet of arousal. Instead, the blue was so clear and bright that the color more began to resemble Cassandra's sky blue, instead of her own usual dark navy. It didn't even seem like she was blinking. I just stared at her with complete adoration, and I saw her own blissful gaze reflecting back at me. The intensity of the moment and the exquisite pleasure soon brought me to my limit. "Ready when you are," I grunted as I felt the rippling walls against my sensitive rod. "Cum for me, Johnny. Cum inside me. Imagine you're making a baby inside me. Imagine my womb opening up for you." I groaned again and sped up, hearing the answering whimpers as Taylor also started in on her next climax. "I can't wait! I wanna feel you shooting inside me! Bathe my womb in your sperm, honey! Cum! Cum! CUM!!!" My balls contracted in Cassandra's hands and then I was doing as my wife commanded. I slammed my hips into her crotch one final time, pushing my rod in as deeply as I could. Taylor helped out by digging her heels into my ass, and then I let fly with several long bursts of cum that smacked straight into her cervical walls. I knew Taylor couldn't get knocked up on this trip. We'd have to wait for the next cycle at the earliest once we got her off her birth control. But for the next two weeks while we traipsed throughout Europe, we certainly tried. ------- "Oh, gawd. Harder! Harder!" Rebecca groaned while I wailed away at her backside, my hips slapping against her asscheeks with every thrust. I was pounding my cock up her asshole so hard already that Mia was having a really hard time keeping her mouth on Rebecca's pussy. So, from her bottom-position in the sixty-nine, Mia reached up and got a tighter grip on Rebecca's hips, holding her steady. And this only gave me an even more stable target to really ream out the brunette's anal chute. All three of us were dripping wet. After a playful time in the pool with Taylor, we'd retired to the locker room and the wide-array of shower sprays, soaping each other up and building ourselves into a sexual tizzy. But Taylor had excused herself at the last minute to go deal with other things. Then after ordering the computer to turn the water off, I'd bent both remaining women over the bench and began to pound their pussies from behind. After getting Rebecca off once and Mia twice, I'd pulled out and then squirted all my cum straight against Rebecca's rosebud. And then I'd used my own spunk as a lube to stuff my still-hard cock up my brunette trainer's ass. I thanked Mia for the idea. Rebecca's tight muscles and some light thrusting meant my cock never really went soft before I felt it swelling back up into a full-blown erection. And then Mia had maneuvered us all into our present sixty-nine plus one. After ten minutes of pounding her ass, Rebecca couldn't take anymore. Along with several violent thrusts, her ass clenched and her back arched as she came, pouring out a flood of honey that drenched Mia's face. I sawed my cock through the tight constriction for a few more pumps before nutting as well, shooting several bursts of ejaculate into the depths of Rebecca's bum. I'd stopped breathing for about ten seconds while I'd poured my cum into her rectum. And now that I finished and pulled out, I started gasping for breath and took two steps back towards a shower head. Meanwhile, Mia just spread Rebecca's asscheeks, and after a few creamy white bubbles popped up, the rest of my jism began to trickle out of the brunette's obscenely stretched anus and Mia giggled as she began to tongue it up. We turned the shower sprays back on to clean up ... AGAIN. But once we were done rinsing off, both girls became strangely quiet. The giggles, the playfulness was suddenly gone. And then Mia stepped forward into my arms and gave me an intensely passionate kiss. I was immediately on edge. Her kiss was pleasurable enough, but her every motion had a deliberate seriousness that was just completely out of character for such a flighty, bubbly person. And then as soon as Mia stepped away, Rebecca flowed into my arms, almost crushing me in a bear hug as she planted her lips on mine as well. In that kiss, I felt a tender passion from Rebecca that was somehow too intimate and affectionate for the wildness of our recent fucking. When they were both done, I turned off the water. "What was that all about?" Mia was already moving to retrieve some towels, refusing to look me in the eye. Rebecca had a sad expression on her face when she turned to me and said softly, "Let's got to the Underground Bar, okay?" I nodded and we dried off before slipping into some bathrobes. We walked out of the locker room and down the stairs to our intimate Zen alcove. Mia and Rebecca immediately went to their usual chairs, and as Mia looked at the transparent window completely covered with the blue pool water, she sighed and absently said, "I'm going to miss this..." "Mia," Rebecca warned gently, as if Mia had just said something she shouldn't have. Her voice was just barely above a whisper, like everyone when they came down to this cool, dim place. The Chinese girl quickly became alert and nodded. "What's going on?" I repeated my earlier question, now with a touch more concern after Mia's idle comment. Rebecca exhaled and then took a deep breath to steady herself. She canted her head to the side and her eyebrows tilted in apology. "John, we're moving out." I looked back and forth between the two of them. "What, both of you?" Mia nodded, but for now she deferred the talking to Rebecca. The statuesque brunette leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees. The motion opened up the front of her robe, half-spilling out her sizeable round breasts. But she caught my altered gaze and closed her robe to hide away the distraction. "John, we all knew this would never be permanent." I sighed and nodded, my shoulders sagging a bit. "I know, but it's only been what, six months?" I pouted for a second but then took a deep breath and nodded in acceptance. "It was very nice while you guys were here." "It was," Rebecca said earnestly. "This place has been a paradise for both of us. It's like we've been on vacation since we moved in here: luxurious accommodations, fine dining, and extremely fun activities." Rebecca grinned and rubbed her ass, probably sore from our recent fucking. Then Rebecca continued. "But it's time we moved on with our lives. While you all were out on your anniversary trip, Mia and I went into the city almost every night to visit with friends and hit a few clubs, flirting with other guys. In a way, we missed doing that while we've been out here. I'm not saying you kept us away or anything, but Montauk is just a different world from Manhattan." I nodded in understanding. Rebecca hesitated before continuing. I just tried to give her an open expression and invite her or Mia to continue. Rebecca sighed and then said, "I'm not blaming you for what happened, but the whole Kate situation DID remind us that we really are just friends who happen to be crashing at yours and Taylor's home. This isn't OUR home. We aren't your girlfriends." I just nodded. "Look, we've had a lot of fun and the sex has been amazing," Rebecca glanced at Mia, who just grinned and nodded agreeably. "But we've no future with you, John. You're taken, and there's no way we'd want to steal you from Taylor or anything. So eventually, we would have to move on and begin searching for romance and our own partners in life." "I understand," I said seriously. "Doesn't mean I want it to happen right now, but I understand." "It's time, John." Rebecca glanced at Mia again. "We ... uh. We found out you and Taylor are trying for a baby. The staff figured out she's not ordering birth control pills anymore. And you HAVE been spending less time with us ever since you got back from Paris." I frowned. "I'm sorry guys. I never meant to neglect you." "That's just the point, John. It's not neglect. You don't owe us anything," Mia piped up. "Wasn't that the whole issue with Kate? We don't have obligations to each other, remember?" I chuckled. "Yeah, I remember." "It's just time," Mia said firmly. "When are you guys moving out?" "About a week. First of October," Mia answered. "We got an apartment together not too far from your office, actually. So we can still meet up with you all for lunches or whatever." "And I'm still your personal trainer," Rebecca added. "So it's not like we won't be seeing each other every week." "And it's not like we want to give up the fantastic sex!" Mia giggled. "We just won't be as geographically convenient as before." I nodded. I wasn't thrilled, but I accepted the situation. "Have you told Taylor yet?" Rebecca smiled. "Yeah. Why do you think Taylor wanted to leave us alone at the last minute?" I tilted my head back and went "Ahh..." in understanding. But then I caught a gleam in Mia's eyes. "What?" The Chinese girl clapped her hands together and jumped up and down excitedly. "Taylor said we could have a going-away orgy!" ------- OCTOBER I fixed my gaze on Sharpley. "Competition?" I asked. "Ah, yes, sir," he looked at the table, avoiding my eyes. "Let me guess, Dean?" "Yes, sir." I rolled my eyes. I still didn't know how Dean was doing it. He made splash after splash in the market and I was wondering where his capital was coming from. Even with my VERY deep pockets, I would never have risked juggling this many deals at the same time. "Fine," I growled. "Get to work, gentlemen." "Yes, sir." As one, all my Directors and Vice Presidents got up. I stayed in my chair with Cassandra to my right. The last Director closed the door to the board room on his way out. I stared out the window and she waited me out for a few minutes. Then, I turned and gave her a sharp look. "How's he doing it?" "I don't know, Jonathan. Every number I've got says he's stretched too thin. Either he's got an investor we don't know about, which is possible. Or he's doing something illegal, which actually seems more likely. Then again, he could just be really reckless, beyond anything I could imagine a rational person doing." I sighed, "Reckless works as long as nothing goes wrong." Fifteen minutes later, we met up with Taylor and Charlotte for the flight back home. And since I couldn't figure out a business reason for how Dean was being so successful, I started dipping into an area I usually avoided. Turning to my wife, I asked, "When was the last time you met up with Kate and Ashlyn?" Taylor leaned back as she searched her memory. "Ah, two nights ago, Johnny. By the way, they HAVE noticed that I'm not drinking my Cosmos anymore." She gave me a sardonic grin. I shrugged. "It's not a secret." "They're both just happy for us." I shrugged, my mind on one track right now. "Did they mention anything about Dean? How do THEY read him right now? Are things going well?" Taylor frowned as she thought about it. "Well, everything seems fine. And you were with me when we all met for lunch last week." "Yeah," I nodded. Both girls had been showing off new jewelry Dean had bought them. Kate looked almost embarrassed to be wearing a necklace around me. and things were still a little awkward between us. "They both seemed quite comfortable." Taylor shrugged. "Like it or not, Johnny, he's been very good with them. And while I think Kate still misses you, Dean's not mistreating her and he's supporting her the way she wants." I sighed. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Dean really has turned over a new leaf. You know, he's never kept a girlfriend for as long as he's been with Ashlyn? He's still a rat-bastard for what he did to you, but I can't help but admit he's been a decent guy otherwise." Cassandra leaned in. And with a wise tone, she remarked, "It's easy to be a nice guy when everything is going well. Wait for one of his deals to go bad, then see what happens." Everyone nodded at that. But then I got quiet. "And Rebecca and Mia?" Taylor heard some of the hurt in my voice and she paused. We'd met for lunch with both girls a few days ago, and Rebecca had been somewhat standoffish towards me. Plus, after our last workout, she'd declined to make use of my erection. I'd been hoping we could keep the same playful-sexual relationship we'd always had, but my beautiful trainer seemed to be drifting away from me. "Are you sure you want to know?" Taylor asked softly. Tight-lipped, I nodded. Taylor glanced down and said, "Rebecca has a new boyfriend. He's a stockbroker she met before she moved out. In fact, I think she moved out because she wanted to date him and didn't feel comfortable inviting him to the house in Montauk. They seem to be getting rather serious." I tried to smile. "Good for her. And Mia?" "Mia is still Mia. She's having fun. She's in Seattle right now on a job, but she should be back in time for Jeff's birthday. Charlotte's already worked with Kaitlyn for all the arrangements." "Okay." I smiled wistfully, trying to see the silver lining that at least I'd be seeing Mia again soon. "What's wrong, hubby?" Taylor wrapped her arms around me. "You getting bored of trying to knock me up? Need some more fresh pussy?" "No, of course not." I looked into Taylor's deep blue eyes. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't want you to feel like I'm holding back any of my love for you." "I don't." "It's just, you never know what you've got until it's gone. And I did start getting really attached to Rebecca and Mia." "And Kate?" Taylor asked quietly. I closed my eyes and saw the pretty blonde's face in my mind. I nodded. "Kate, too." "It's okay, I understand," Taylor rubbed my cheek soothingly. "I feel the same way about all of them. You can't be that intimate with a person for that long without feeling SOMETHING." Then Taylor's hand slid down to my crotch where she began to obviously pet me, oblivious to Cassandra and Charlotte nearby. "But, you are my one man and you have the magic sperm. So what do you say we go home and make a baby?" I smiled at my wife. I may have some lingering feelings for the departed women, but if all I ever had in my life were Taylor and Cassandra, I would still be a very lucky man. "Sounds good," I smiled. And Taylor kissed my nose. ------- NOVEMBER "Are you serious?" I asked the phone again. I turned and started snapping my fingers at Cassandra and pointing to get her to pick up the other phone. "Yes! Yes! YES!" Taylor gushed through the phone line. I leaned back against the headboard, my feet propped up on the bed in our London hotel suite. By now, Cassandra was on the desk phone and looking at me oddly. Staring straight at her, I said into the line so that everyone could hear, "We're going to have a baby..." "I'm pregnant!!!" Taylor crowed, and Cassandra broke into a wide smile. I started grinning like an idiot and shook my head in mild disbelief. Certainly, now that Taylor was off her birth control and as I continued filling her womb with my sperm, I had intellectually understood that this was a distinct possibility. But to hear the words made it so much more REAL in a way I don't think I could have ever prepared for. "Congratulations, Taylor," Cassandra said warmly. "Oh, Cassandra! Oh, thank you! Oh my gawd. I am SO excited!" Taylor half- shrieked into the phone. "Oh, hang on guys. I'm going to take a picture of the tests and send them to you." "We're going to have a baby..." I murmured again. "Oh, Johnny! When are you guys coming home?" I blinked twice while trying to remember exactly what date. But Cassandra smoothly answered, "Day after tomorrow, Taylor." "Can you come tomorrow?" Cassandra winced. We still had some negotiations to work out. But I started nodding my head already. "We'll be there." We'd finish the negotiations in record time. If things didn't come together, it was no big deal. I'd survive the lost opportunity. After all, it wasn't like I needed the money. I'm Jonathan Kwong ... billionaire. I can do whatever the fuck I want. ------- It's amazing how much you can accomplish when you set a hard deadline to walk away. The London cabal of business sharks expressed outrage when I told them they had until 4pm to finish the deal or I'd be perfectly content to fly away empty- handed. They refused to capitulate to my deadline, but then I laid down the facts: my wife had just told me she was pregnant with our first child and I WAS going home. Cassandra called them on some misleading numbers and they started folding around 3:20pm. At 3:50 we started packing up our briefcases. At 3:56 we shook on an agreement. They'd fax the paperwork to us on the plane. We were wheels-up by 5pm London time. We'd arrive on the helipad at the Montauk house just after dinner New York time. It was my first chance to call my mom. She was ecstatic over the news and I was so happy I actually chatted with her in Cantonese. I promised to bring Taylor to visit soon, and after hanging up and leaned back with a silly grin on my face. 'We're having a baby, ' I hummed happily, the words themselves only in my head. 'We're having a baby.' I could already picture the little miniature version of me trying to hit a golf ball. Or maybe a miniature version of Taylor clomping around in her mom's high heels. "You're in a good mood," Cassandra peeked at me from over her wire-rimmed glasses. She was working on her laptop but paused for a moment to smile at me. "How can I not be? We just closed the deal and Taylor's pregnant!" I sighed happily and sunk a little deeper into my plush chair. "Want some more good news?" "Absolutely." "Martin Dean just declared bankruptcy." The words that had just come out of Cassandra's mouth were so completely unexpected that I didn't react for a good five seconds. Then my eyes flew open and my jaw dropped and I turned to her with an incredulous expression on my face. "Excuse me?" From her seat to my right, Cassandra rotated the notebook PC screen to face me. She was on wsj. com, the Wall Street Journal's internet portal. And there it was: "Martin Dean Enterprises Folding". I half-crawled out of my seat and leaned forward to get a closer look, and together Cassandra and I read through the article. Apparently Dean had overextended himself, investing money he didn't have yet into new deals and taking himself to the point where his company had almost no liquid assets. First one company he'd invested in tanked and he couldn't GIVE the damn thing away. And then when he was unable to pay on a new acquisition, his whole house of cards had collapsed. Now there was a SEC investigation already under way to evaluate several inconsistencies that had cropped up in his recent deals. "Wow, that's incredible," I said when I'd finally finished. I frowned and sighed. "You don't seem as pleased as I might have thought. You seemed to hate the man," Cassandra's sky blue eyes were piercing. And it wasn't often that she couldn't predict my reactions. "Well ... I guess I did hate him. He was an asshole to me. He fucking raped Taylor. And, to be honest, I wasn't exactly thrilled knowing he was sleeping with Ashlyn." I gave a frank expression to Cassandra, who shrugged. She knew my latent attraction to the gorgeous redheaded supermodel. "But business was business. Yeah, he beat me to a few deals, but it's not like I could blame him for that. He was trying to make some money and succeed the same way I was. I'm sure we beat him out to a lot more business than he beat us. Especially since his game was really more I-banking before." I pointed at the screen. "He got risky and he got burned with bad luck and maybe some bad decision-making. I'm pleased that there's one less competitor out there, but it's not personal." Cassandra nodded, coolly evaluating me. "I get it. You don't hate him in the business arena so much as personally. So seeing his company fold is one thing. But if ... say ... Ashlyn dumped him, THEN you'd be happy." Uncontrollably, I broke out into a big smile at the very thought. Cassandra caught it. "NOW I understand." I waved her off. "Let's change the subject to happier thoughts." "You're having a baby?" Cassandra arched an eyebrow. "We're having a baby!" I gushed and grinned. I stayed in my perky mood for another hour. I couldn't read and I couldn't focus on the movie playing on the LCD screen before me, even though it was a movie I hadn't seen yet and had chosen specifically for this flight home. Cassandra was nominally trying to work, but she seemed rather distracted by my exuberance. At last, she just leaned back in her chair and took her glasses off while folding up her computer. Still holding the glasses in hand, she put one glasses arm against her lips and coyly looked over at me, her eyes dancing. I glanced over at her. "Thinking about something?" She turned away quickly, like she'd gotten caught ogling me or something. "Yeah..." "You going to tell me?" I asked. Cassandra blushed and looked away. "Uh, no, it's nothing." I could read her just a bit myself. Very softly, I asked, "Are you thinking about children, Cassandra?" She blushed again and looked down. Then she shook her head as if to banish the thought. "It's not something I normally think about. But today is a little different." "Do you WANT children, someday?" She sighed. "I don't know. My life is devoted to this family, Jonathan. That means you and Taylor and your children. I don't know that there's any room for me to have kids." My eyebrows furrowed at that, and for the first time since Taylor's news, I started to feel some sadness creeping in to my otherwise happy day. I watched Cassandra very closely. She was good at guarding her emotions ... most of the time. But I'd been around her long enough to know when she was bottling something up inside her. "Cassandra ... do you WANT children, someday?" I asked with more seriousness. "It would be nice ... But really, Jonathan. I don't want a husband. And I don't want anyone else but you." "What about a child with me?" I asked softly. The light that jumped into her eyes was all the answer I needed. But almost immediately, she snuffed the light out. Shaking her head slowly, Cassandra gazed at me with intensity. "Not yet, Jonathan. Maybe never." I nodded in understanding and leaned forward. "But maybe?" A small smile crossed her face. "Maybe..." ------- It was just after 9pm when the helicopter landed at the house. Taylor came scurrying out the door despite the cold November weather and we met at the edge of the tarmac in a warm hug. Taylor was crying and kissing me and crying some more, slobbering all over my mouth while trying to simultaneously kiss me and say, "You're home! You're home!" I finally pried her off me enough to get inside the house. We went to the main living room just inside the door and I immediately pulled Taylor into my lap while reaching down to pat her belly, which was still just as firmly muscled and slender as ever. I couldn't wait to see her baby bump start forming. We kissed passionately and when I pulled away I hummed, "Let's go upstairs my little MILF." "MILF?" Taylor wondered for a moment. And then she remembered the acronym for Mom-I'd-Like-to-Fuck. "Oh..." she giggled. "And then we'll take a nice soak in the bathtub and relax..." I said soothingly. "Johnny, I can't get in a bathtub anymore," Taylor looked at me sternly. "You can't?" My brow furrowed. "Pregnant women can't. Messes up their body temperature, which isn't good for the baby." I shook my head. "I've got a LOT to learn, don't I?" Cassandra touched my shoulder and I turned to see her standing over me. "We'll teach you," she reassured. "Well, maybe we can't put you in a bathtub, but I know we can learn what pregnancy massages are out there. Because the Mother of my Child deserves some pampering!" I crowed. Both Taylor and Cassandra started laughing. Taylor saw the grin on Cassandra's face and then she pointed, saying, "Ooh, Cassie likes that idea. You'd better knock her up too." Cassandra blushed and then Taylor's jaw dropped. My wife glanced over at me with an odd expression. "Are you trying to knock her up, too?" "No, no." I held up my hand. "But we did talk about it when we found out your news." "Ooh!" Taylor gushed. "Hurry up, Cassie. It'll be fun being pregnant together!" Cassandra waved her off. "No, not yet. Let's get one out of you before we even THINK about that." Taylor reached up and hugged the both of us. "I'm so happy! I LOVE this family!" Cassandra and I both moved in and the three of us embraced each other tightly. Taylor started crying and then Cassandra started crying and I started to feel the tear ducts activating in my own eyes. But a low, "Pardon me, sir," broke the mood and I turned around to see Edward, our butler, standing beside Charlotte at the entryway to the living room. "Pardon me, sir," Edward repeated. "But Security says that Ashlyn Scott and Kate Ross are at the front gate." ------- There had been something in Edward's tone that exposed his concern, and Taylor, Cassandra, and I all looked at each other. Add to his tone the fact that the two models were arriving unannounced and late at night, and the three of us were soon scurrying to the front door. We ended up bursting outside just as the taxi pulled up. Kate slid out of the backseat first, flashing an absolutely terrified expression in our direction. Then I saw that her dress was torn, with a wide tear from hip to hem, and my adrenaline rush kicked up another notch. I was already walking forward towards the cab when Kate reached inside and started helping Ashlyn out. And as soon as we saw the redhead's dark black eye and bruised cheek, I broke into a dead run. "Oh, John!" Kate exclaimed as I arrived and immediately circled my arms around Ashlyn, who seemed half-conscious as she collapsed into my grasp. On an ordinary day, Ashlyn was simply the most beautiful woman in the world. But today, she looked like hell. She had a split lip, her coppery hair was a tangled mess, and her dress was so torn I could see a bare nipple and several expanses of her torso through the rips. It didn't take a genius to figure out someone had beaten the crap out of her. Taylor arrived a second later and gasped, "Ohmigod." Three feet away, Cassandra was already talking to the cab driver and fishing through her purse to pay the man. "Let's get her inside," I informed the girls and then suited words to action as I slipped my right arm under Ashlyn's legs and scooped her into a carrying position, with her head lolling against my left shoulder. Taylor was barking orders for Charlotte to call a doctor, and then we all hurried inside. Cassandra directed me to take Ashlyn into a guestroom, and as a group, we moved along, not running, but not taking our time either. Taylor asked Kate, "What happened?" Kate's grim one-word answer was all we needed for now. "Marty." Immediately, I shifted my grip to hold Ashlyn a little tighter, and she began to softly cry into my chest. I had no rights over the gorgeous redhead. She had never been my lover or really even a close friend. But I felt a stabbing guilt over letting such a beautiful creature be harmed by Dean, and I wondered if there wasn't anything more I should have done to prevent this. It was as if my latent attraction to her had instilled me with a responsibility over her well-being. "You're hurt, too," Taylor continued. "I'm fine. He never managed to hit me. Just a few scratches," came Kate's quiet reply, tinged with both fear and rage. We arrived at the guestroom and with infinite care and tenderness, I lay Ashlyn down across the bed. Taylor then moved me out of the way as she and Kate sat down beside their friend, soothingly touching her forehead and squeezing her hands. I stood a foot away, alternately watching the door for any potential intruders and looking over Ashlyn's battered body. Besides the black eye, bruised cheek, and split lip, there was evidence that Ashlyn's nose had been bleeding. Her slender arms already had purple bruises and there were fingernails scratches in various places where Dean had apparently tried to grab hold of her. On the other hand, Kate was in good shape, at least physically. Aside from the torn dress, she had fingernail scratches and some light bruising on her left arm, but nothing serious. Just then, Charlotte walked into the room and said the doctor would arrive in ten minutes. She also had a first aid kit and set it on the dresser to start pulling out various ointments and bandages. But Cassandra arrived a moment later and stayed Charlotte's hand. "Not yet. Let me check her for internal bleeding, but everything else can wait until the doctor arrives. Also," she held up a digital camera. "We have to do this first." Cassandra's eyes flicked to Ashlyn for a moment before she looked at me. "Jonathan, we'll have to remove her clothes for the pictures. Can you step outside for a moment?" I glanced at Ashlyn and then nodded in understanding. But then Ashlyn called out, "No!" We all turned to look at her while she grimaced and squeezed Taylor's and Kate's hands. The battered redhead looked straight at me and said in a wobbly voice, "I want him to see what Marty did to me." Cassandra looked at me for a moment and then nodded. She gestured to the others to help remove the dress. When the material was tugged to her waist, Ashlyn glanced up at Taylor and then a little smile crossed her face. And with a chuckle, Ashlyn said, "Besides, every woman in this room is bi. So if you're all going to ogle me then John might as well get the thrill." Taylor managed a smile as she helped Kate remove the dress all the way down, leaving Ashlyn naked save for tiny thong panties. But I stepped forward and looked at Ashlyn's naked body impassively. Yes, she had gorgeous breasts, but for now all I could see were the bruises and scratch marks. "There's nothing arousing about this, Ashlyn," I stated grimly. She blinked a few times and looked ready to start crying again. Cassandra hit me in the chest and glared at me. I probably should have tried to keep things light instead of further upsetting the girl. Then Cassandra moved in and began feeling around Ashlyn's body to search for any damaged organs or internal bleeding. Thankfully, Ashlyn seemed to be in good shape. Cassandra then held up the camera. "Okay. Let's begin." ------- After checking out Ashlyn first, the doctor took ten minutes to check out Kate and pronounce her in good health. He had Charlotte put some ointment on her scratches and gave her an ice pack for any potential swelling on the arm. And then Kate left the guestroom and started pacing in the hall. My heart filled up with all the affection I'd felt for Kate before she'd left this house. And after taking one last look at the doctor doing a further examination of Ashlyn, I stood up and also went outside. Kate's mascara was running down her cheeks and for a moment, I was reminded of how she looked when she'd packed her bags and actually left the house. As I came out, she glanced at me once and then walked directly across the hallway to her old bedroom. In the doorway, she paused and looked back for me, a puppy-dog expression in her eyes. And then she went in. Three steps later I realized I was following her and as I entered the bedroom, I found her sitting up on the bed, knees pulled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Quietly, I went to her and slid beside her on the bed, my back against the headboard. As soon as my hip got within a few inches of her, Kate slid into me and then lay back against my chest, pulling my arms around her slender body. "What happened?" I asked softly. Kate exhaled slowly, a long, drawn out stream of air. And then taking a deep breath, she began. "I'm sure you heard about the bankruptcy." "Yes." "Marty didn't exactly come home in a good mood tonight," Kate sighed. "The news blindsided us as well. We had no idea there was anything wrong. Just last night, Marty took us both on a nice carriage ride through Central Park and we wound up have a very pleasant threesome." I felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of Dean entwined with both Kate and Ashlyn, but Kate just continued matter-of-factly. "Ashlyn usually leaves CNN in the background around the apartment. We got the news that way. And when Marty came home, Ashlyn tried to be the good girlfriend and went to cheer him up. But he was in a foul mood and when Ashlyn didn't take the hint to leave him alone for a minute, he just backhanded her across the face." Kate's voice quivered and I held her a little tighter. I stayed quiet and waited for her to gather herself. And when she spoke again, it was just barely above a whisper. "I was so shocked I stood up and yelled at him. He called me a bitch and told me to sit down. Ashlyn was holding her cheek and crying and he yelled at her to shut up. And when she didn't shut up fast enough, he just punched her with a closed fist. That's how she got the black eye." Kate sniffled and I saw fresh tears begin streaking dark mascara along her cheeks. "I ran to try and help her. He hit her twice more until she just collapsed onto the floor. Oh my gawd, John. She was screaming so loud. All I tried to do then was pull Ashlyn away from him. But he kept hitting her and hitting her and every time I pulled her a few feet away, he dug his nails into her arm or leg or whatever and yanked her back so he could keep hitting her. Once, he grabbed my arm so I couldn't pull Ashlyn away, but just that once. And then finally, Ashlyn just went limp. I think he knocked her out because the screams went so quiet so fast. Only then did he just walk away." The young blonde was shuddering in my grasp by now, and it was all I could do to hold her steady. Kate began to sob uncontrollably, and I rocked her body slowly while cooing softly in her ear, and after a few minutes, she was down to slow heaves and she managed to get her crying in check. Kate turned her face to me and wiped her face against my shirt, leaving makeup streaks before squeezing her eyes shut and then looking up into my eyes. I just tried to express all my understanding and warmth in my gaze, and Kate actively wrapped her arms around me. With her voice slightly muffled as her face was half-pressed against my chest, Kate then continued. "Ashlyn started coming to and I was working to help her to her feet. Marty had gone back into the bedroom or something, but when after Ashlyn started moaning, I heard him get up and heard his footsteps on the hardwood floor. In a panic, I simply grabbed up Ashlyn and stumbled her out of the apartment. I didn't have time to grab a purse or a phone or anything. I simply ran her out of there and got a cab. We came straight here. I knew you guys would help us." "Of course," I said reassuringly and stroked Kate's shoulder. She let out another long exhalation and clutched herself closer to me. "My life is so pathetic, John. You and Taylor are the only other people in this world I can trust." I rubbed her hair and instinctively, I gave Kate a soft kiss on her forehead. Then I went back to just holding her. If I could have my way, I'd make sure nothing else ever harmed her again. Kate went quiet then and blissfully just rested herself against me. But at the same time, I thought about the happiness I'd been feeling just a short hour ago. I was coming home to my wife, my pregnant wife. And just when my gut started gnawing at me to release Kate and find Taylor, Cassandra appeared at the open doorway to the bedroom. She took one look at me and Kate and then nodded with a little smile on her face. "Where's Taylor?" I asked as I started to pull Kate off me, who just whimpered in protest. Cassandra waved her hands at me to stop and then Kate hugged herself into my side once again. "She's staying with Ashlyn tonight," my assistant told me softly and indicated with her hands that I should stay put. "It's okay. You'll see her tomorrow." I gave Cassandra a little smile, slightly disappointed that after a few nights away from my wife in London, I had to spend another night without Taylor. But tonight wasn't an ordinary night. So when Cassandra left and closed the bedroom door, I wrapped my arms tighter around Kate while she snuggled her head against my chest. And a few minutes later, I realized she'd fallen asleep as her breathing became shallow and steady. I wasn't in the most comfortable position, sitting upright. But as I slowly held Kate's warm body and let my head loll until my cheek was on top of her head, my adrenaline rush gave out and I felt myself falling into the blackness of sleep as well. ------- As consciousness filled my mind, I gradually became aware of my surroundings. I was in bed in a strange room, the warm body of a woman enveloped in my arms. This in and of itself was not odd. I spent many a night in various hotel rooms and many a night with beautiful women in my arms, almost always with Taylor or Cassandra. But the platinum blonde head in front of my face wasn't that of my two loves. And stiffly I realized that I was fully dressed. Soon enough, I determined that I was spooned up behind Kate, my left hand cupping a breast from underneath her body while my right rested on top of her hip, and we were in her bedroom. This was a pleasant thought, and I closed my eyes to enjoy snuggling behind her. Then my eyes popped open as it all came back to me. The first thing I remembered was that despite Kate living with us for a time and she and I having sex with some regularity, I'd never spent the night with her before. This past night had been the first. And as I pulled my right hand higher up to feel the rough fabric of her dress, I remembered the bustle of activity of last evening: from hers and Ashlyn's arrival by taxi to falling asleep together in this room. Kate apparently was already awake. When she felt me stirring, she immediately spun around with eyes wide open as she looked at me adoringly. Reaching up with her hands, she got a grip on my shirt and then leaned her head forward, kissing me almost experimentally. Blinking in some confusion, I kissed back instinctively for a few seconds and then pulled away. "Kate..." I began, careful to keep my voice calm. "Please?" she said so softly and with such emotion that it broke my heart. And then she leaned in to kiss me again. I let her kiss me but kept my eyes open. And when she pulled back she smacked her lips and then fixed those dark eyes on me again. "John, make love to me," she pleaded in a quiet voice. "Kate..." "Please." Her eyebrows tilted outward and she looked ready to start crying again. "Make me feel loved." Here was a young woman, just a little girl in a way, desperate for some affection. And I cared about her very much. I wanted to shelter her, protect her, and love her in a way. And without further thought, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. Kate moaned and clutched my shirt tighter as she pushed her face harder against mine. And when her tongue snaked out I received it warmly before extending my own as our tender liplock turned into a fierce kiss of passion. She pushed harder and rolled me onto my back, and once she had me pinned, her hands went up and she began tugging at her dress to yank the flimsy garment down and out of the way. She wore no bra, and once revealed, her small but perky breasts hung right in my face. She moved up and invited me to take them into my mouth, which I accepted quite happily. And while I suckled at her teats, she reached down and pushed the dress down her hips, taking her panties along with it so that she was fully naked on top of me. Once her stripping was complete, Kate rolled onto her back and tugged on me to move on top of her. I paused to kiss her tenderly once again while both our hands went to work stripping my clothes off now. And once I was naked, I slid beside Kate with my right leg thrown over hers and bent down for another kiss. Kate moaned in obvious arousal, and she reached her hands up to my face. She pulled me away for just a brief moment, panting heavily and her dark eyes searched into mine. "Don't just fuck me, John. Make love to me. Please?" I nodded and then ducked again to kiss her. A thrill surged through my body. FINALLY, Kate was asking me to make HER happy. She was asking something for herself, instead of merely giving herself to someone else or sacrificing her own desires in an effort to satisfy a man. In all the time I'd known her, the only thing she'd ever pleaded with me was to make her feel like a worthy mistress. Now, she was pleading with me to make her feel loved. And dammit, I WAS going to make her feel loved. I took things slowly. Featherlight kisses along her face gradually moved down her neckline. Gentle caresses took their time to trail down her arms and tease her fingers. The trail of my tongue across the creamy expanse of skin on her chest moved across every possible millimeter of skin before I ever touched a nipple. And by the time my fingers had rubbed everywhere along her thighs except her crotch, Kate finally had to just grab my hand and shove two of my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. She groaned, I laughed, and then I finally moved my lips and tongue into her crotch. The moment my tongue hit her clit, Kate's body locked up and she orgasmed. "Oh, John ... Oh, John..." she panted as she came down from her climax. I paused to wipe my face off and then slid up her body until we were face to face. And the moment my head came in front of hers, Kate seized me around my ears and pulled me to her lips for a kiss as fierce as any we had shared before. When we finally broke for air, Kate had a wild look in her eyes. I shushed her with soft strokes of my hands on her cheeks and I rubbed her shoulder. "Relax, Katie..." I said softly. "Relax ... We have all the time in the world." "Make love to me now?" she asked with innocent hope in her eyes. "Please?" "Of course," I replied tenderly. My cock was more than ready. Her tongue shot out and licked across her lower lip in anticipation as she parted her legs and I moved my hips in between them. Kate kept her gaze straight on my eyes as I shifted around, lining up my dick at her entrance. And then her eyelids fluttered and she gasped as I began to push in. "Oh, John..." Kate crooned as I slowly glided forward and kept gliding until our hips were fully together. She wrapped her arms around my neck and then kissed me again, and we stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the sensations of being joined together. I hadn't realized how much it hurt me when she'd left the house. The Tokyo business trip and then my birthday trip to Vegas had done much to distract me. But now, as I found myself embedded inside of this sweet, vulnerable, young woman, I understood just how attached to her I'd become and how much I'd missed her presence. In a way, she was more special to me than Rebecca or Mia. Those two were beautiful, playful, and undeniably sexy. But they were strong, independent women. We had our fun together, but they didn't really need me. It was part of what made my friendship with them so easy. But Kate wasn't like them. She wasn't independent. She wasn't submissive, but she needed to feel like she belonged to someone. But without finding someone who loved her, she'd had to settle for simply finding a master to her mistress, someone to own her. I didn't want to "own" her. And convinced I couldn't give her what she needed, Kate had left. But now I saw the other side of her. It wasn't just ownership she craved. She craved affection and attention. She needed someone, and It was a powerful attractant, to be needed. Kate wanted a knight in shining armor, and I wanted to be that knight for her. And right now, Kate needed to feel loved. So with every ounce of concentration I focused on pleasing her. Every thrust, every caress was to induce delight in Kate's body. I wasn't fucking her to get myself off. I was making love to her solely to make her happy. I seemed to be successful. Kate moaned, "Oh, John! You fill me up! So good ... so good..." I experimented with pace until I found something she seemed to respond to. Not too hard, not too fast, but steady and with long strokes. I paid more attention to rubbing against that first inch of Kate's pussy, my cock caressing her labia, and I rotated my hips to grind my pelvic bone against her clit. With Kate, at least, it seemed like the deepest depths of her tight pussy made me feel good but it was that first inch that made her feel good, so I focused on it. "Oh, yes! Yes!" Kate crowed as she came again, her hands clutching at my biceps as her hips spasmed and jerked against me. I rode her out and kissed her neck softly. And then, no sooner did she come down than I was stroking and pushing her to another. "John! Yes! So good! Make love to me! I'm cumming again! YES!!!" This time, when she came, Kate's back arched into me and she trembled as the most powerful climax I'd ever seen her go through ripped right through her entire body. It was as if the orgasm just built on top of her last one, and for a long time her body was tensed and arched off the bed. Eventually, her muscles stopped quivering and her body went limp. I caught her in my arms and gently lowered her to the bed, my cock fully embedded inside of her but unmoving as I lay her down. Kate's eyes drooped and she appeared to be quite sleepy. I kissed her forehead tenderly and then slowly pulled my hard erection out of her, flopping onto my back and then panting for air. I hadn't realized how exhausting that had been. We lay in silence for a minute and I felt some of the blood flowing back into my brain and out of my penis. And then, Kate slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom, humming happily. While she was gone, I was tempted to grab myself and finish myself off. Without realizing it, I'd come very close to my own orgasm, and despite starting to deflate, my cock twitched with its own desire for release. But then Kate returned, her face freshly scrubbed clean of her worn makeup. In the morning glow, she looked like a new person. And as she slipped back into bed, she leaned over and kissed me tenderly. "Thank you, John. That was so wonderful." "You're welcome, Kate." I smiled warmly. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and then sighed. "Thank you for making love to me, John." "You're welcome," I repeated, but arched an eyebrow at the repeated thank you. "You know, Marty never made love to me. We had an arrangement: I was his mistress, and he fucked me whenever he wanted. But that was it, he just fucked me. Half the time he didn't even get me off. Ashlyn was his girlfriend and he would make love to her. But me? I was just the sex toy." I reached my hand to her cheek. "I'm sorry." "Don't be. I knew what I was getting into. That's what mistresses are for, to be fucked." "But is that what you really want?" She shook her head slowly. "No. But what else do I have?" "Why don't you get a boyfriend? You said it yourself, Dean at least made love with Ashlyn." "And you made love to me," Kate looked at me with wide eyes. "Does that make me your girlfriend?" I sighed. "Kate ... I care about you a great deal. I could ... I mean if things were different, I could even love you." Kate's eyes jumped with such energy that I immediately felt I had to calm her down. "Whoa, whoa. But things aren't different. Kate, I'm married. And, you'll find this out soon enough, Taylor is pregnant. I could never give you the attention and love you deserve." "Couldn't you just give me a little?" She searched my eyes with both a plea and a desperate hope in her gaze. "A little what? Don't you deserve someone's full attention?" "John," Kate held my face in her hands. "Just a little attention from you has meant more to me than all the attention from all the men I've ever been with. I live the life of a mistress, John. I'm neither wife nor girlfriend. I'm just a sex toy. It's who I am. But with you..." she smiled and winced in nervous hope. "With you, I feel like I can be more than that." "Kate..." I said softly. All that affection and maybe ... just maybe ... a little love came through my gaze. "Rescue me, John," Kate pleaded and the word "rescue" struck a chord in me like nothing else she had said. "Rescue me from my life. If you turn me away now, I know I'll just end up someone else's toy for a few months until they toss me into the gutter. Please, let me stay here with you." "You can always stay here with us." "No, not 'us'. With YOU. Not as a guest, not as a mistress, but as a woman. Give me just a little of yourself, John. Love me just a little bit, just a little while. That's all I want." I took a deep breath and pressed my forehead to hers. I had the power to change this young woman's life, for the better. She really wasn't asking for much. And besides, I DID care about her. Last time, I hadn't been willing to compromise and I'd lost her. I didn't want to see Kate leave again. So after exhaling a long breath, I tilted her head back and kissed her. Kate cried happily into my mouth and then whimpered as we kissed. She wrapped her arms around me and clutched me like she never intended to let go. But I was able to break the kiss and pull my head back so that I was just an inch away. And with absolute sincerity, I asked, "Okay, Kate. Will you be my girlfriend?" "YES!" Kate shrieked happily and then started attacking me with her lips. With a boundless energy I hadn't been expecting, the platinum blonde pressed me onto my back and shoved her tongue down my throat, her hands roaming and squeezing and caressing me everywhere. My cock, still wet with her juices, had started to revive itself. And when Kate's hands found it and circled around it, she began pumping it energetically. And then, with an impish grin, the young blonde slid down my body and prepared to take me into her mouth. "I owe you big for that fantastic orgasm you gave me this morning," she smiled. "Kate, you don't 'owe' me anything," I reminded. "There are no stipends or obligations or anything. I made love with you just to make you happy." "Right, right," she giggled and then searched for a phrase that didn't conjure up the concept of obligation. "Well let me put it this way: You're my boyfriend. And now I WANT to make you as happy as you've made me, okay?" I nodded and Kate swallowed my cock. I was so primed that I didn't last long. Less than two minutes after she began inhaling my shaft, I groaned and clutched her head, unloading my long-delayed climax in a fountain of semen that gushed into Kate's mouth. She giggled and swallowed every drop. And when I was finished spurting, she kept suckling me until she had me revived for another go. Then, when she straddled my hips and then impaled herself on my shaft, Kate giggled and leaned down to kiss me. "You make me happy, John. I can barely believe it, but you make me happy. Now let's make love." ------- After I finished by showering Kate's face in my cum (her request, she happened to like it), we took a regular shower together and ended up screwing again beneath the water. When we emerged back into the bedroom, we found that someone had brought a change of clothes for the both of us. So we dressed and then went outside. I kissed Kate a momentary goodbye, and she went straight for Ashlyn's bedroom while I went looking for Taylor. I found my wife curled up in our bed, her left hand absently rubbing the empty pillow where I should have been while her right hand rested on her belly directly over her womb. They say a woman has an extra glow when she's pregnant. My wife didn't just glow, she illuminated the entire room. "Taylor..." I breathed with a big smile on my face as my heart leapt at the mere sight of her. "Johnny!" Taylor's face lit up as I rushed to the bed beside her, shucking my robe and clambering up beside her. She held her arms out to me and we kissed as if we'd been parted for years. No words were spoken. None were needed. This was my wife, the love of my life. And our hands roamed each other's body with affection and love as our mouths danced together for what felt like hours. Eventually, we both had to catch our breath and I leaned back to look at my pregnant wife as I held her in my arms. "Were you waiting for me long?" I asked with some concern. Perhaps I'd spent too much time with Kate. "No, no. Just a few minutes. I spent the night with Ashlyn." "How is she?" "Better, now. The doctor said she had a mild concussion. Dean hit her pretty hard." Taylor winced at the thought, and I'm sure some memories of her own rape flashed up as well. "She still has some headaches and dizziness. And she puked this morning. But after that she's been feeling much better." "That's good to hear." "She's going to file battery charges against Dean today. We'll call the agency and explain why Ashlyn can't work for a little while." I nodded. "And I'm assuming she can stay here and rest with us for as long as needed," Taylor's eyes flickered through mine. "Of course." "You're sure? I don't want you to feel awkward around her." "I'm fine," I waved Taylor off. "It's not a big deal." "Okay, then. Thanks. And how's Kate? Cassandra said you spent the night with her," Taylor just smiled as she asked, no trace of concern that I slept overnight with a beautiful young woman. Already I was trying to figure out how to explain that I'd asked Kate to be my girlfriend. "Kate's doing fine now," I answered calmly. "She wasn't as physically hurt by what happened, but she was pretty messed up emotionally." "She's been messed up emotionally for a long time, Johnny. I wish there was something we could do for her." Did I just hear my wife say that? It couldn't be that easy. "Uh, actually, I wanted to talk to you about that." "Hmm?" I sighed. "Taylor, I asked Kate to be my girlfriend." "What?" Taylor didn't seem angry, just surprised. "It's kind of complicated. But the easiest way I can explain it is that I really do care about her. You need to know that I'm not in love with her or anything, but she's a very vulnerable girl and I really want to help her." Taylor arched an eyebrow and gave me a look that said, 'You'd better start making sense real fast, Mister.' "Kate won't stay here as just a guest. She has a need to feel like she belongs, a dependency. And I do think that without us, she'll just end up someone else's mistress, a sex toy to be used and then discarded when she gets older or she's no longer wanted." Taylor nodded. "I want to keep her here. But obviously, I don't want her to feel like a mistress. I'm going to make it abundantly clear that she has no obligations to us." "That didn't work so well last time." "This will be different. I do care about Kate, Taylor. I know she's your friend and if you are threatened by her at all, I'll cut things off immediately. But I want her to feel a little compassion, a little affection, a little love. I want her to see that she's a woman worthy of that kind of relationship. And I'm hoping that we can find a good man who will take care of her the way she deserves. That's not me, not in the long run. But for now, I do think I can show her what that her life could be like without neglecting you." A questioning smirk crossed Taylor's face. She held me and looked at my face appraisingly and she also searched my eyes to make sure I wasn't hiding something. And then her smirk turned into a smile and my wife hugged herself to me. "You're so sweet, Johnny." I patted her back and breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you for taking care of my friend," Taylor murmured. I laughed. "Thank ME? My wife just agreed to let me 'date' and sleep with one of her hot young friends. Thank ME?" Taylor leaned up and then kissed me. And when she pulled away. "Jonathan Kwong, you are way too much man for one woman. Actually, I think you're too much man for me AND Cassandra. I won't be jealous as long as you love me. And I want you to give Kate a glimpse of the kind of happiness you bring me." My gorgeous brunette supermodel of a wife kissed me again. And then she husked in my ear, "Sweep her off her feet." Did I have a great wife or what? ------- It was lunchtime when I first saw Kate and Ashlyn again. I pretended not to notice, but I did see the mild jockeying for position as the ladies took their seats. Obviously, Taylor was to my left and Cassandra to my right in their usual spots. I wasn't surprised to see Ashlyn immediately beside Taylor. Charlotte wasn't competitive with the others and didn't mind getting bumped, and Ashlyn was latching onto Taylor rather fiercely at the moment. Of some surprise was that Charlotte sat next to Cassandra on my right side, with Kate at the end. I arched an eyebrow, wondering if this was the same young competitor who was ready to usurp Cassandra's seat only a few months ago. I'd expected Kate to sit next to Cassandra and be one rung closer to me, if not grabbing the spot next to Taylor and announcing her new status as my girlfriend. But Kate just flashed me a satisfied smile and started chatting with Charlotte. Ashlyn herself was still dizzy. The doctor couldn't be sure if her concussion symptoms would last through the day or even continue through the week. It pained me to see her usual grace marred by the awkward gait of a newborn giraffe, so much that she had to hold onto Taylor to walk to the table. But once we got some food in her and some lighter conversation, Ashlyn's spirits picked up noticeably. I then felt rather bad for raising a sore subject, but I thought it needed to be done. In a break in the conversation, I got everyone's attention. "Kate, Ashlyn ... Taylor and I have talked this over and we are inviting you both to stay with us as long as you need." Both girls nodded. Such an invite was expected at this point. "However, there's also the matter of your personal effects. I assume you'd like to go back to Martin Dean's apartment and get some of them back. I don't think you two even have shoes right now." The two battered models looked at each other. They'd both arrived wearing dresses and panties and nothing else. No purses, no cell phones, not even their shoes. I continued, "Kate is already familiar with the drill, but this will be a little different. On some level, I think this one might be considered a sneak attack. Dean may not know you're coming." Ashlyn shrugged. "Screw him. He hasn't tried to call here nor sent me an email. I mean, I know my cell phone is back at his apartment, but if he really cared he would have tried to contact me somehow." "In any case, Charlotte and some of the security staff will go with you to pick up your belongings. When do you think is best?" "Right now," Ashlyn said firmly. "Bankruptcy or not, he's got to be at the office scrambling to fix things." "Will you come with us?" Kate asked softly. She was looking at me like I was some heroic figure, and her jaw quivered in fear when I hesitated to assure her I was going with them. I glanced at Cassandra, who had an expression of concern on her voice. She'd mentioned it being better that I not join the trip, mostly to avoid any paparazzi shots of me going into Dean's apartment. After all, why risk the potentially negative exposure. But when she saw the look on both Kate and Ashlyn's faces, Cassandra nodded to me that I should go. "Yeah, I'll come. But let's keep things low-profile, okay?" ------- Low-profile turned out to be a near-impossibility. Upon arrival, we found Dean's apartment building swarming with photogs. I had the driver stop the car and I turned to Ashlyn. "This probably means that he's here." "I don't get it. Why would he be at home?" Ashlyn shook her head. "Do you want to try again later?" She sighed and pinched her forehead. Kate rubbed the redhead's back soothingly. "No. You're here. There are two security guys. We'll be fine. I might as well tell him to his face that we're over." I sighed and shared a glance with Kate. "Are you sure you're over? I know you loved him once, Ashlyn. Seeing him again might make you want to give him a second chance." Ashlyn glared at me. "He beat the shit out of me and I'm still dizzy from the concussion," she spat. "Look at my face. Look at me! I used to be beautiful," she moaned. I reminded myself never to mess with a model's sense of beauty. I was also about to reassure Ashlyn that she was still beautiful, but the angry redhead continued, "I already didn't listen to your warning once, Johnny. I'm not making the mistake of letting that asshole into my life ever again. He could die for all I care." Kate smiled and I nodded. "Just making sure," then I turned to give instructions to our driver. Fortunately, the building had a private garage and the cargo van and our limo were able to enter without any clear photographs. And if Dean was in the apartment, we wouldn't have to ask building security to let Ashlyn and Kate in with their "forgot our keys" approach. Sure enough, after several doorbell rings, Dean must have peeked out the peephole and saw Ashlyn, because he opened the door for us. He wasn't, however, expecting the rest of the entourage. His eyes were bloodshot and he hadn't shaved. The normally cocky and charming man was now a shell of his former self. He sagged at seeing me and then turned a dour gaze to Ashlyn. The beautiful redhead supermodel took off her oversized sunglasses, and removed the wrap from her head, clearly displaying her black eye and other bruises. "I'm here for my stuff," she said firmly. "Me, too," Kate added. "Fine, come on in," Dean shrugged and then waddled inside. Ashlyn and I exchanged a wary glance, and then we entered in. Kate held onto Ashlyn's elbow and without another word, the two of them headed off to start packing. One of my security guys went with them while the other stayed with me. Dean took one look back at me and then gestured to an empty chair before settling onto the couch. An empty bottle of Hennessey sat on the coffee table. "I'm sorry," I said softly as I sat down. "Sorry?" Dean chuckled in disbelief. "Business is business. You were a competitor. Seems like you took one too many chances and got burned, but you were a fellow competitor." "Yeah, well. Not anymore." Dean kicked his foot out and magically produced a bottle of whiskey. He popped the top and took a swig straight from the bottle. "You're not trying to salvage something?" I asked. "Doesn't matter. I'm screwed." "You know Ashlyn and Kate are leaving you." He shrugged. "Fuck it. I give up." I felt a strange disquiet seeing Martin Dean completely beaten down by this. Two days ago he was on top of the world. Now, he couldn't even muster the energy to be upset. I couldn't even hate him anymore. He stole business from under me. He raped my wife. And he beat up Ashlyn, a girl I was inexplicably fond of. But I couldn't hate him. Instead, I just pitied him. Shaking my head, I got up and looked to my security guy. "Let's go help the girls pack." ------- An hour later, we were ready to go. Dean had barely moved from his spot on the couch, oblivious to the world. But Ashlyn needed some closure. She managed to walk over and stand right in front of the man who'd beaten her unconscious less than 24-hours earlier, and with fire in her eyes she glared at him. It took a few extra seconds, but eventually Dean looked up at her. "I'm dumping you, Marty. We're through." He just nodded and then looked back at his whiskey bottle. "Do you see what you did to me, Marty?" Ashlyn started crying as she pointed at her eye. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and deliberately didn't look. He seemed to shrink even further into the couch and once again, I felt a sad pity for the man. Ashlyn even started to feel sorry for him. Whether I liked it or not, she HAD loved him at some point, and perhaps that tempered her anger. I knew we were planning to file charges of battery against him, with Cassandra's photos as the proof. But now, as she looked down on what was left of him, Ashlyn changed her mind. "I'm not pressing charges, Marty," she sighed. But then her voice became harsh. "But if you come near me again, I swear I'll have them throw you in jail. Understand? We're through! Don't even try to call me!" Dean winced and then nodded his understanding. And then with more speed and grace than I thought she had, Ashlyn turned and stomped out of the apartment. Kate didn't say a word. She just squeezed my hand and smiled at me with hope in her eyes. ------- By the time we returned home, Ashlyn was feeling much healthier. Her nausea and dizziness had passed, and there was a light in her blue eyes again. I also got together with Taylor and we put together a little plan to help cheer up our friends. They needed a little light-hearted fun after a very trying couple of days. It would mean I'd be spending the night alone, and I mean REALLY alone. But Taylor was also giving me time the next day to do something without her. And so, that night we put the plan into action. Taylor made her announcement just before dinner-time. She was throwing a girls-only slumber party, and every girl was invited to dress in their pajamas and act like a little girl for the evening. They would play around with makeup, talk about guys, and watch a romantic movie. They'd eat pizza and stay up late, get a little drunk, and Taylor even stashed the room with a horde of pillows in anticipation of a pillow fight. Plus, Rebecca and Mia were flying in to have fun for the night. The news got all the girls into a tizzy and even Cassandra seemed excited. Then they had an hour to get ready. After everyone dispersed to get ready, I waited for a bit and then went to Kate's room. She was still picking out her pajamas for Taylor's slumber party, but stopped immediately and ran to embrace me as soon as I came to the door. "Hey, hey," I warded her off before she could even hug me. Immediately, Kate's face fell at the rejection and she looked ready to cry. "No, no. Hang on a second," I said soothingly and touched her arm. "It's just that there's a specific order to this. First I ask you out on a date, THEN you can hug and kiss me." "What?" She looked confused. I smiled and then stepped forward, reaching out and holding her hands as I looked down and right into her eyes. "Now don't make fun of me if I screw this up. I haven't asked a girl out in a long time." Kate let me take her hands but she cocked her head and looked at me as if I'd grown a third head. I smiled sincerely and said, "Kate Ross, would you go out on a date with me tomorrow?" "A date?" "Yeah, a date," I smiled. "I think we've got to be dating first before we become boyfriend/girlfriend." Kate's face lit up. She may have been hit on by Manhattan players who just wanted to fuck her, but in that moment I honestly believed Kate hadn't been asked out on a real, honest date since she'd come to New York, if ever. She then simply leaped into my arms and gave me a warm hug and soft kiss. I laughed and held her away from me, her feet still off the ground. "Is that a yes?" "Yes, John," she giggled. "Yes! I can't wait to tell the girls I've got a hot date with a cute boy tomorrow," she said in a pixie voice. I set Kate down and then held her at arm's length. "Great. I'll pick you up at ten. Dress casually." "Ten? That sounds a little late." "AM." "Huh?" "See you tomorrow morning." I sketched a short bow and then turned away. Taylor was just outside the Playroom, which was still decked out for a sex-party, although several sleeping bags had been thrown in to add to the slumber-party mood. She was wearing a baggy white T-shirt that looked like it was from the early nineties, and nothing else but panties from what I could tell. I walked up to my wife, enfolded her in a firm hug and then kissed her firmly. When I pulled away, I shook my head, "I hate you." She giggled. "Why? Because you can't come?" "All that pussy ... and not a man in sight." "That's the point, honey. Besides, I had Charlotte bring our toy box up." My mind instantly recalled Taylor's collection of dildoes, vibrators, and other sex toys. With an amazed look at my wife, I remarked, "I shudder to think of what you'll all end up doing in there. I KNEW I should have talked Cassandra into installing a video recording system in that room." "Too bad. But don't worry, you know I'll make it up to you." "Goodnight, Taylor." "Goodnight, Johnny." ------- I couldn't sleep. Eyes closed, I changed positions a hundred times without ever getting comfortable. This night was the first time in recent memory that I was trying to sleep without the warm body of a beautiful woman beside me, and I was certain that was the reason. It didn't help that there were seven beautiful women downstairs having a party together. They were in our sex playroom with a box full of toys. I was horny as hell and for a few minutes I literally took matters into my own hand before deciding it just didn't feel the same and I gave up, feeling sorry for myself as I lay back and stared at the ceiling. Sometime around 3am, I heard the door open and immediately I popped my head up. Cassandra smiled and leaned against the side of the door for a moment, just looking at me. "Please tell me you're here to help me sleep." "Of course... sir." My cock was throbbing by the time Cassandra knelt and deep-throated me on the first suck. And after I unloaded a gallon of cum into her gullet, my ever-loyal assistant stripped herself naked and then crawled into bed with me. She smelled like sex, with the mingled scents of several women on her skin. And so, with my head happily pillowed on the stacked blonde's bosom, I finally went to sleep. ------- The next morning, I awoke refreshed and happy. Cassandra stirred beside me, but when I reached for her body, she shushed me and told me to save it for Kate. I got breakfast and got dressed, going over my plans in my head. And then at 9:58am, I knocked and then peeked into the Playroom. Five girls were in various forms of undress and sprawled amongst the cushions while wrapped in their sleeping bags. Ashlyn appeared to be inside Taylor's sleeping bag with her, and Rebecca was spooned behind Charlotte. Mia was face-down and naked a few feet away. But Kate was nowhere to be found. It took me the full two minutes before ten to go to Kate's room, and when I knocked, she immediately popped the door open and launched herself into my arms. "Hello!" "Wow, I wasn't expecting you to be ready. I was going to get you from the Playroom and give you time to get dressed." "Nah, could barely sleep," Kate shook her head. "I wouldn't miss this date for the world." I nodded and then held out the bouquet of flowers I'd brought. "Aww, they're beautiful," the pretty blonde gushed as she took them and inhaled their scent. Immediately, she turned and went into her room, pulling some old flowers out of a vase and dumping them in the trash so she could place my bouquet. "Well, since we have some extra time, are you going to tell me what went on last night?" I asked as she returned to me. Kate giggled and mimed zipping her lip. "Girls club. We'll never tell." I rolled my eyes and pouted, "Fine." ------- We actually drove into the city. Kate luxuriated in the Maybach and she chatted happily and energetically for the entire trip, and for a little while at least, I pretended that the pretty blonde was the only woman in my world. She asked me just once where we were going. I mimed zipping my lip, and Kate laughed and then lightly punched me in the chest. She was surprised when we pulled up outside a big Adidas store. "Huh? Are we going shopping?" "Just for one outfit," I shrugged. I brought us around to the trunk and then showed her a pair of rollerblades, helmets, and kneepads for each of us. A little grin crossed Kate's face. "You're taking me skating?" "Well if you can cruise down a runway in six-inch heels, I'm sure you can skate. Besides, I like looking at your butt in motion." Kate grinned and punched me in the chest again. I rubbed the spot where it was starting to get sore. At least she wasn't smacking the shoulder where Taylor always hit me. And then Kate let me lead her inside to pick out brand new outfits for the both of us. We hit Central Park and then bladed around for a good hour. Kate was a natural, her slender legs having a lot more power than I might have expected. And she DID have a fiiine ass when I dropped back to skate behind her. We picked up some hot dogs from a street vendor, and as we skated towards a park bench, I promptly slipped and fell flat on my ass, my hot dog flying through the air. Slightly dazed, I was still on my back when Kate came and kneeled over me. "You're such a klutz," the platinum blonde smirked. And then she bent down and gave me a firm, exceedingly pleasant kiss. When she pulled away, I tasted ketchup and mustard on my lip and my stomach growled. Kate just laughed and then let me up so I could buy another hot dog. Afterwards, I skated us over to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Maybach was waiting for us out front. "Ever been here?" I asked and pointed to the museum. "Uh, no, actually. Always meant to but never got around to it." Her eyes were open in wonder as she scanned the building's architecture. Then, her face fell and she looked at the floor. "I guess no guy thought they needed to take me out to a place like this in order to get me into bed." I reached down and lifted her chin with my finger so that we could look into each other's eyes. "I'm not doing this to get you into bed, Kate. At the end of the day, I just want you to enjoy yourself, okay?" She smiled. "Okay." "Well then," I gestured into the museum. "Let's see if you models have any taste." Kate turned and punched me again. I decided I'd have to stop cracking jokes before she actually injured me. But then she simply wrapped her arms around me in a fierce hug. We changed the blades for tennis shoes and Kate took a minute to fiddle with her hair, and then we went inside. The Museum turned out to be my best idea. I'd kept a backup plan in case Kate turned out to be bored by the museum. But I didn't need it as she dove in headfirst and actually seemed energized by everything around her. Sometimes, I idly cruise along a wall glancing occasionally at paintings I wasn't really interested in, but Kate would get absorbed into every little detail of a piece and she stood there as if she could spend an hour just staring at the painting. And when it came time to move to the next room, Kate would rush us there in excitement, eager to see what treasures lay beyond the next doorway. It turned out that Kate had pretty good taste. She may have been an uneducated kid from Kansas with almost no book knowledge of the artwork, but she instinctively got the emotions and subtleties each artist was trying to bring out. I enjoyed the museum on a purely visceral level. There was some artwork that interested me, and I'll admit I lingered on the nude sculptures a bit more than the others. But Kate really, really got into the art. And it was I who had to beg for a break to rest my feet. Afterwards, dinner was at an upscale but casual restaurant. I'd gone to great lengths throughout the date not to do anything that was TOO billionaire-ish. I wanted to show Kate a fun date that almost any guy could afford. Even the car wasn't really necessary, as all three of our stops were around Central Park. As much as I cared for Kate and wanted to see her happy, I believed she would eventually have to move on and find a real boyfriend who could focus on her exclusively. Getting her addicted to the billionaire lifestyle would not help that goal. By the time we got back to the car and started driving home, Kate had a deeply satisfied glow about her. We actually didn't talk much on the way back. We didn't need to. Kate just looked at me with a happy smile on her face as she thought back on the day. Five minutes into the drive, Kate reached her hand out and rested it gently on my knee. It wasn't a sexual touch, just comfortable. She left the hand there for the rest of the trip back. We were ten minutes away when the last part of my plan came to mind. I was about to bring up something from my past with Kate, and for a few moments I felt extremely nervous that it would backfire on me. But it was something I wanted to do. Kate noticed my change in demeanor and she sat up straight. "Is everything okay?" she asked with genuine concern. "Yeah, yeah," I tried to say reassuringly. My voice caught in my throat for a moment, but then I turned and held both of Kate's hands in my own. "I want to give you something, Kate." She seemed to know this wouldn't be just any ordinary present. Kate searched my eyes for a few seconds before softly saying, "Okay." I reached over to a compartment on my side of the car and pulled out a familiar jewelry box. Kate gasped when she saw it and then I opened the box. Inside was the very necklace I had given her back in July, the same one she'd returned to me when I told her I didn't want to keep her as a mistress. "I take it you remember this." "Yes," Kate said in a weak, but hopeful voice. "Kate, we spent less than a full month together, but in that short time I started to have real feelings for you. They were feelings I didn't even realize I had." I held up the necklace and proffered it to her. "This is me telling you I recognize how I feel about you and I want you in my life." The pretty blonde started crying almost immediately. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her dark mascara begin to run from tears I'd caused, but this was the first time Kate was smiling while doing it. Without another word, she turned her back to me and then lifted her hair, exposing the creamy expanse of her bare neck. I reached around her and then fastened the necklace. And once I closed the clasp, I bent down and softly kissed it and the skin around the clasp. Kate shuddered at the touch, and when she turned she was crying even more. I slid my hands into hers once again, and we spent the next few minutes just grinning at each other like idiots. And by the time we got to the house, her tears had dried up and there was nothing left but her radiant smile. The Maybach dropped us off by the front doors and I walked Kate up to them. She paused before the closed door and turned to me. "Thank you, John. I think that may have been the best day of my life." "You're welcome, Kate. I'm glad you enjoyed it." She started leaning in towards me, reaching a hand up towards my face. I leaned in and let her fingers trail along my temple and then into my hair. And then she got a grip on my head and we came together for a soft kiss. When we pulled away, Kate sighed. "Is it really over?" "Well, the formal date is over." "But what if I want to invite you inside?" she grinned, her dark eyes flashing. "If you invite, I may have to accept, if it's okay with the owner of the house and all." I smiled right back. "But seriously, why don't we grab a bottle of champagne and curl up in front of the fireplace." "Mmm ... sounds wonderful." "Let's go freshen up and I'll meet you in the family room." I pecked her one more time and then we went inside. ------- After a quick shower to wash away the day's grime, I changed and then stopped by the kitchen and got a champagne bucket and glasses. Dorothy made a comment about young people and too much champagne, but I waved her concerns aside. Then I headed for the plush family room, a homey spot with a large fireplace and a specially-placed thick shag rug right in front of it that had been used many a time for evening lovemaking. There was also a trio of sofas surrounding the fireplace with extra-deep seats that were perfect for couples snuggling. To my surprise, one such sofa was already occupied. Taylor was spooned behind Ashlyn, both of them clad in silky pajama sets. The fire was roaring in the darkened room, giving me just enough illumination to see the two of them kissing each other tenderly with frequent wet smacking sounds mingling with the crackle of the fireplace. I also saw a champagne bucket sitting on an end-table, and Dorothy's previous comment now came back to me. There was only one half-empty glass along with a bottle of mineral water. Taylor was sticking to the no-alcohol rule. I started to wonder about an alternative destination for Kate and I to continue our evening when Kate arrived and gasped in surprise. The sound alerted Taylor and Ashlyn to our presence and the couple on the couch stopped making out to look over at us. "Oh, hey. You guys are back," Taylor commented. I shrugged. "Sorry to interrupt. We can go elsewhere." "No, no," Ashlyn said with a plea in her voice. "Come hang out with us. I feel like I haven't seen either of you since forever." I looked to Kate. This was her day, and if she wanted alone time with me I was more than happy to go elsewhere. But Kate was already moving into the room and went straight for Ashlyn. "Feeling better?" Kate asked while softly touching the redhead's cheek. "Yeah. Every time I start to feel depressed, this one is here to cheer me up," Ashlyn smiled and then pecked Taylor again on the lips. "Thanks, Taylor," Kate said warmly. "Thanks for taking care of her while I was ... well ... on a date with your husband." All three girls giggled at that and as I moved into the room, Taylor got up and went to hug me. "Have a good time, honey?" she asked. "Yeah," I kissed my wife's forehead and the paused to rub her belly, imagining a little lima bean of a fetus growing inside of her. "But my chest hurts a bit where Kate kept punching me and my ass hurts from when I fell rollerblading." "Aww..." Kate cooed as she settled onto the sofa and wrapped her arms around Ashlyn. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Taylor grinned. "You can kiss the chest. I want to kiss his ass." Kate and Ashlyn giggled. But then Taylor said, "What, you think I'm kidding?" And with that, my wife dragged my pants and shorts down to my ankles, turned me around, and started munching on my buttcheek. I laughed and felt just a little self-conscious for a moment, naked from the waist down in front of Ashlyn. It's not that she hadn't seen me before, but while I was on intimate terms with both Taylor and Kate, I wasn't with Ashlyn. But self-conscious or not, when Taylor reached a hand around and started fondling my cock while she did her best to put hickeys into my buttcheeks, I started to harden. Playing along, Kate released Ashlyn and then got up to remove my shirt. And after pausing to plant a firm kiss on my lips, she bent and began to tenderly rub her lips over my chest where she'd been punching me all day. At first, I just concentrated on the sensations Taylor and Kate were producing in my body. And then, when Kate knelt at my feet and began to swallow my cock, I closed my eyes and groaned at the pleasant sensations my wife and girlfriend were causing in me. But when I opened my eyes, I found I was staring straight into Ashlyn's cool blue gaze. She was still curled up on the sofa, the firelight flickering over her face as she watched the scene unfolding before her. I saw how her chest was rising and falling as she started to pant in arousal, but a pained expression came into her eyes as she also realized she couldn't join in. We had rules: Ashlyn and I couldn't get involved. Besides, after what had happened between her and Dean, she was fragile emotionally and might not be ready to let any man touch her. So it didn't seem fair to me to do this in front of her, and so gently I reached down and cupped Kate's cheek to direct her off my dick and simultaneously got Taylor's attention with my other hand. Taylor rolled her eyes up to me, obvious lust on her face. I realized then that we STILL hadn't made love since she'd told me she was pregnant, what with the London trip, two nights ago when I was with Kate, and then last night for her slumber party. I shook my head and nodded towards Ashlyn. Taylor stood up and she frowned as she just now realized the implications as well. "We can go somewhere private," I said softly. Taylor began to nod in agreement, but then she saw Kate standing beside us with her gaze firmly locked on me. And immediately Taylor shook her head 'no'. "I can't take you away from Kate tonight." "No, it's okay," Kate said softly. "You're his wife, I understand." Her words were clear but there was also obvious disappointment in her voice. After a wonderful date with me, she was looking forward to some lovemaking. Taylor then made her decision. "It's okay. We'll ALL stay right here," she said firmly but there was also a warning note in her eyes. I got the message. We were having a foursome, but she still wasn't comfortable with me touching Ashlyn. And with that, Taylor pushed me into Kate's arms while she went to Ashlyn and pulled the gorgeous redhead off the sofa. With a happy smile, Kate sank to her knees again and began to suck my dick, which had deflated slightly. But the platinum blonde's expert technique was quickly reviving me. Meanwhile, Taylor and Ashlyn were stripping each other on the shag rug. And while Kate bobbed her head back and forth on my rod, my eyes were glued to the two gorgeous supermodels as their fantastic bodies were revealed. Taylor had her pregnant glow going, her skin even more golden in the firelight. Her breasts were always full and firm, but perhaps because of her pregnancy hormones, her nipples seemed more engorged and darker than usual. Her flat abs were still tight, although I knew that would change over the next few months. And her long legs stretched out languorously as she rolled around with her redheaded lover. Ashlyn, while still bruised, was as gorgeous as ever. The firelight shadowed her face so that I didn't even notice her black eye. Her breasts were larger and rounder than Taylor's, capped with pale pink nipples that were currently disappearing into my wife's mouth. And as they turned, Ashlyn ended up spreading her legs to reveal her puffy pink pussy lips, and the thrill at seeing her bare-shaven slit caused me to buck my hips forward and drive my dick further into Kate's mouth. The sight of Ashlyn's snatch set a craving inside me to bury my cock inside someone. So I pulled Kate over to a sofa and sat down while stripping the young blonde of all her clothes. Then, I spun Kate around so that we were both facing the Sapphic couple on the rug before us and reached up to grab her around the waist. Kate had been playing with herself while blowing me, and she was plenty wet as I held her hips and backed her onto my dick. "Oh, John," Kate moaned. "You fill me up so good!" "And your tight pussy feels so wonderful," I growled into her ear, which only served to turn Kate on even more as she began to hump up and down my dick. Taylor noticed our new positioning, and after a deep french kiss with Ashlyn that set my blood boiling, my wife got up and then moved between mine and Kate's spread legs. And after leaning forward to first kiss me and then swap tongues with Kate, Taylor kissed her way down Kate's body before settling to her knees, and then the gorgeous brunette ducked down and began to eat out Kate's juicy snatch while I ground my cock inside the young blonde. "Ohhh, fuck me, John," Kate gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." Ashlyn wasn't idle either. Taylor was upright on her knees and she wiggled her tight ass back towards the other supermodel. Taking the hint, Ashlyn flopped onto her back and then slid her head between Taylor's knees, pulling my wife's pussy down so that she could reward my wife for all her patience and support. The room filled with the sounds of lovemaking. I was grunting with the effort of driving my cock in and out of Kate with the springiness of the sofa cushion. Kate was a constant siren of moans and whimpers as she was dually-assaulted by my shaft and Taylor's tongue. And even Taylor would moan into Kate's crotch while Ashlyn's expert cunnilingus worked her over. And the sound of wet squelches and smacking lips joined with the crackling fireplace to create a symphony of lust. Kate, predictably, was the first to cum. Her whole body quivered and jerked while Taylor palmed the blonde's tits and wrapped her tongue around the young woman's clit. Taylor herself wasn't far behind. And after she let out a bellowing moan into Kate's crotch, it was my turn to blow. Kate lunged herself up and down on me a few final times before I gripped her hips and lifted her free of my dick, which was ready to explode. Taylor's mouth immediately surrounded the throbbing pole and I cried out ecstatically as I began to fill my wife's mouth with all my creamy goodness. While each shot burst out of me, I kept yelling and my hands were tight on Kate as I held her in position just a few inches above my pelvis. But meanwhile, Ashlyn had slid out from between Taylor's legs and she was eagerly watching my wife take my load. There was also a plea in Ashlyn's eyes as she got Taylor's attention. The women communicated something non-verbally, and I saw a gleam come into my wife's eyes, the same gleam she got whenever she had a naughty thought. And then, when I squeezed out the last drop into Taylor's mouth, my wife backed off me, grabbed Ashlyn's face, and then planted her lips around the gorgeous redhead's and bent her over as she passed my load of cum into Ashlyn's mouth. The mere sight of Taylor snowballing my jism into Ashlyn was such an incredible turn-on that my dick twitched a final time and spat out an extra glob of cum that landed on Kate's thigh. And when I released the blonde and let her stumble to her feet, Kate looked down at the milky white streak and started giggling. Ashlyn then saw the splattered cum, and before Kate could react, the redheaded supermodel tackled her and began to lick up my extra helping of jism. Taylor sat back on her heels and started laughing. "You really like his cum that much?" "Mmm ... tasty..." Ashlyn moaned and picked her head up from Kate's crotch for a moment. Kate didn't seem to mind that Ashlyn let her tongue stray away from the line of cum over to Kate's clit from time to time. And then Ashlyn rolled onto her side and smiled. "And ... it's a thrill knowing it's John's." Taylor grinned as she sat back on her heels. My wife looked thoughtful for a moment while we all caught our breath, and then her eyes flickered to me. The royal purple color was unmistakable, Taylor was very turned on. And still with her gaze on me, Taylor said in a strong voice, "I want to fuck my husband now, but he's not yet up to the task." Then Taylor turned and fixed a fierce gaze on her redheaded friend. "Ashlyn, would you please get my husband ready?" Ashlyn's blue eyes went wide open, and I'm sure there was shock evident on my face as well. But shocked or not, the implications of what Taylor had just said had a pronounced effect on my cock. I was halfway to hardness in a split-second. The most beautiful woman in the world took another look at my dick and then with her jaw open, she glanced again at my wife for confirmation. Taylor nodded with that gleam in her eyes. And then Ashlyn wasted no more time before scooting over to the sofa, settling to her knees, and then reaching forward to take my shaft in hand. Her sparkling blue eyes rolled up and fixed on me, and for a second I felt myself falling into some kind of hypnotic trance as I watched Ashlyn's head descending around my cock. The warmth of Ashlyn's mouth wasn't much different from any other woman's. But the mental concept that this was Ashlyn-fucking-Scott taking my dick into her mouth was simply mind-blowing. I'd known her for just over a year. And in that entire time, I had lusted for her. With the bevy of beauties around me, I hadn't gone wanting for sex. But in the back of my head, I'd always still wanted Ashlyn. But I couldn't have her. She was my wife's dear friend and she was off-limits ... until now. And now she was giving me the blowjob of a lifetime. "Ohmigod," I gasped, scarcely able to believe this was really happening. "Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod..." Her copper-red hair flamed in the firelight, occasionally falling into her face while she bobbed her head up and down. She pulled her bangs away so that she could fix those blue eyes on me once again, suckling with her lips and tongue while her right hand started up a corkscrewing motion along my rod. And just past her face, I could see the swell of her absolutely perfect breasts jiggling ever so slightly with her every movement. Even though I had cum just a short time ago, the thrill of Ashlyn had me ready to blow again in record time. But just as the veins in my neck started bulging and my hips began to jerk involuntarily, Taylor reached up and tapped Ashlyn to stop her. The redhead moaned unhappily, but after a last suckle she pulled off. Fixing me with a "we're not done yet" look, Ashlyn then turned away while Taylor moved forward and took my hand. Kate was sprawled on the shag rug and flat on her back, and it was clear that she and Taylor had not been idle while Ashlyn was fellating me. Kate's skin was flushed and she was breathing hard, and I could see now that the entire lower half of her face was absolutely drenched with feminine honey. And from the look in Taylor's eyes, it seemed that my wife had another orgasm, courtesy of Kate's tongue and her watching Ashlyn blow me. Ashlyn moved over to Kate and bent down to kiss her friend and lick some of Taylor's fluids off her face. They whispered and giggled for a bit and meanwhile, my wife brought me next to them on the shag rug, lay on her back, and then pulled me into position to mount her missionary style. We were both facing the same way as the other girls, and both Kate and Ashlyn turned to watch us as I bent and kissed my wife while nudging my new erection between her legs. And with the satisfied sigh of rejoining with a long-missed loved one, I slid my cock home to where it belonged. "I love you, Taylor." "I love you too, Johnny." "Oh my gawd, watching Ashlyn suck you got me SO hot." "How do you think it made ME feel?" I chuckled and made my dick twitch inside of her. And then I proceeded to make love to my wife. I'd just been having sex with my new girlfriend, Kate. I'd gotten a fantastic blowjob from my fantasy woman, Ashlyn. And yet, making love with Taylor was just as exciting. She was familiar, we'd started screwing back in college and we'd been together for three years. But that familiarity only made the lovemaking even better. Perhaps I couldn't communicate non-verbally as well as the women around me could, but I was getting damned good at reading my wife's non-verbal cues while making love to her. I watched her eyes and the expressions on Taylor's face to speed up when she needed and I stroke longer when she wanted. Sometimes, it wasn't even visual. My eyes could be closed and I would feel the shift in her hips and the changing thrust as she humped her hips to meet me. And all of it felt heavenly. Kate and Ashlyn weren't idle either. The two of them were engaged in a furious sixty-nine beside us, and I'll admit the visceral thrill of watching them rub and caress and poke fingers into each other's holes drove me to fuck my wife even harder. "Yes! Yes!" Taylor was screaming as she approached her climax. And I was so attuned with her this session, that as I felt her body preparing to explode, my balls also coiled in anticipation. There was an energy that passed through both of us. Higher brain activity ceased to function, and all that was left was the urgent need to thrust and piston and drive our bodies into each other. For the last stretch, we both went way beyond the limits of our usual endurance, fucking with power and speed and never slowing down to catch a breath. And then our orgasms hit. "Oh, Johnny! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Cum with me! Cum in me!" My wife jerked hard enough to throw off my rhythm, but she also clutched my body tightly to her while my cock felt the first clenches of her pussy going into overload. Those sensations were the final catalyst for my orgasm as well, and then I was bellowing, "I'm cumming!" to join her. And as my wife and I reached our peaks and thrashed on the floor in absolute ecstasy, she dumped a gallon of girlcum into our joining while I blasted a gallon of cum into her spasming pussy. It was as if Taylor and I had been saving our best orgasms for each other. After such a long time apart, making love with her was the final step in truly returning home, and the ferocity of our climaxes completely wiped us both out. When consciousness returned to us, Taylor's head was thrown back and she had a glassy expression on her face. I was dripping sweat onto her chest and with a Herculean effort, I managed to extract my cock and then flop onto my back while gasping for air. In amazement, I opened my mouth ready to exclaim how incredible that was. "Wow..." Kate beat me to it as she exclaimed in disbelief. "You two were aMAZing." Taylor came to and a silly grin crossed her face. "If this is what pregnant sex is like, I'm going to LOVE this." "When are you gonna knock me up, then?" Kate grinned as she asked me. "Just kidding." "Good lord, it feels like there's a lake inside me," Taylor moaned and sure enough, there was a river of mingled cum flowing out of her stretched pussy lips. My wife then giggled and said with deep arousal in her voice, "Ashlyn? Care to clean me up?" From the way Ashlyn had hungrily looked at us and my cum earlier, I was really expecting the gorgeous redhead to jump all over Taylor's crotch and slurp down every drop. But when she didn't say anything, both Taylor and I craned our heads up to see what was going on. Ashlyn stared off into space at Taylor, not really seeing her. Her lower jaw quivered, and then I saw the tear tracks rolling down both of Ashlyn's cheeks. "Ash?" Taylor started with concern as she sat up and began to reach for her friend. But then a panic went into Ashlyn's eyes, and before any of us could react she simply got up and ran out of the room. "Ashlyn!" Taylor and Kate both cried at the same time. Taylor was flailing around for her clothes, but Kate just skipped that and took off after her best friend while completely naked. I was still sitting there in stunned surprise at what was going on. Taylor glanced at me as she pulled the pajama shirt over herself and then said, "Stay here. We'll take care of this." And then my wife went off after Kate and Ashlyn. I'll never understand women. ------- Things got quiet in the house for the next few weeks. Business picked up and Cassandra and I actually were spending three or four days at the office instead of one or two. Kate's modeling career was picking up steam and she was spending a lot of time in the city as well. It didn't hurt that Celebrity Sightings ran a segment about me rollerblading with her in the city and the rumor mill started spinning that I was cheating on Taylor with her. With the extra exposure, suddenly Kate was in great demand as a model. So even though she wanted to spend more and more time with me, she was out of the house having her busy modeling life. But of greater influence to quiet the house was that Ashlyn had fallen into a deep depression. And having a deeply depressed woman around kinda kills the joy. Ashlyn had been fine for the first few days after her sudden breakup with Martin Dean. His company tanked, he'd beaten her, and she'd left in a righteous rage. The first night, she'd felt more hurt by the beating and just wanted Taylor to stay with her and promise to protect her. The second night the girls had their slumber party to bring a little joy and fun. But then the third night Ashlyn, Kate, Taylor, and I all played together and for some reason, Ashlyn mentally snapped. I think it just took that long for her to realize that her relationship was over. I still don't understand why, but Ashlyn had really fallen in love with Dean. It was a few nights after Ashlyn's breakdown when Taylor finally got it figured out. And unfortunately, Taylor and I had been the trigger. Ashlyn's first post-Dean sexual experience was some tender lovemaking between her and Taylor that first night when her battered body was still in pain. That was for comfort. Ashlyn's second post-Dean sexual experience was during the slumber party, when the girls were just having fun and trying to have as many orgasms as possible. And even when she was with me and Taylor and Kate, Ashlyn was enjoying sex as a game of pleasure. She was happy with her friends and she went after my cum because I turned her on and she was a bit of a cumslut. But then Taylor and I had truly made love. My wife and I shared an intensely personal experience filled with all the love and affection and deep-rooted connections that she, Ashlyn, no longer had. Watching me and Taylor reminded Ashlyn of what she'd lost. And then it hit her that her relationship was over, and she slid into her funk. Fortunately, Ashlyn's modeling projects had already been put on temporary hold from the beating. Also, Taylor had also semi-retired from modeling once she'd gotten pregnant, so Taylor was there for her every day. Still, depression is a hard thing to fix. And even with Kate and Taylor patiently doing everything they could to talk Ashlyn through it, at some point, Ashlyn would have to fight her way out. But for now, Ashlyn was in a major funk. She felt shame for her physical appearance, and even though the bruises were healing, she was convinced she was uglier than Quasimodo. It seemed a lot of Ashlyn's confidence was wrapped up in her physical beauty, and Martin Dean's fists had hurt her psyche as much as her body. She refused the leave the house for any reason, not even willing to step out onto the back patio for fear someone might see her physical appearance. And she avoided almost everyone in the house, even with Kate and Taylor fabricating every opportunity and excuse to spend time with her. She didn't want them to see her, but more than that, both Kate and Taylor were in love with me, and whenever Ashlyn saw them, she seemed to also see the happiness she no longer had. After a week, Ashlyn stopped doing her basic hygiene and after two unclean days, Taylor and Kate had to force her into a shower and brush out her hair. She got her hands on packs of cigarettes and would spend hours by the window in her room, freezing in the late-November air but puffing away. She barely ate at mealtimes and she rarely spoke to us anymore. I went out a few times with Kate so we could spend some quality time learning about each other. We had little excursions to the observation deck of the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty. We even took one of the tourist-trap sightseeing buses. But even those interludes away from home were tinged with worry as inevitably Kate would talk about her problems getting through to Ashlyn, her best friend. Even Rebecca noticed it when she visited for our usual workouts. One day, I was on the stair-machine when Ashlyn tottered down the hallway, which we could see through the glass door and big windows. She was wearing a worn bathrobe that she hadn't taken off for three days and was barefoot on the wood floor, and I'd never seen the once glamorous woman looking so disheveled. It took Ashlyn over a minute to travel the thirty feet or so as she shuffled along aimlessly with an unlit cigarette hanging from her lip. When Ashlyn passed on, Rebecca turned to me with an odd look and said simply, "She needs professional help." I sighed. I'd started to think the same thing. That night, Taylor and cuddled in bed and discussed quite seriously about checking Ashlyn into a clinic. But it was a last resort neither of us wanted to do. ------- DECEMBER For the most part, I'd kept my distance from Ashlyn. I didn't really understand the girl to begin with and I didn't want to say anything that would make things worse. I still carried a lot of dislike for Dean and I knew that if drawn into a conversation about her previous relationship, I could end up saying some pretty harmful things. Plus, my latent attraction for her had never gone away. I was still haunted by the memory of her incredible blowjob, and I didn't trust myself to remain fully detached in conversation with her. But then, one day I was swimming laps in the indoor pool when Ashlyn came onto the pool deck. I noticed her arrival as she came right to the edge and looked at me. She sat down with her feet in the water right at the head of my lane, but I had already turned to complete another circuit. As I hit the far wall and turned to swim back, I saw that her feet were still in the pool. She hadn't moved. So when I swam up to her, I stopped just short of the wall and stood up in the four-foot deep water. "Hey Ashlyn," I said warmly. "Hi, Johnny," she answered calmly. There was just a hint of playfulness in her voice, a sharp contrast to her usual death-warmed-over tone. As I lifted my goggles and brushed my hair out of my face, I took another look at the beautiful woman sitting before me. It was then that I realized she DID look quite beautiful, the way I had always expected her to appear. In the past couple of weeks, her beauty had been diminished by her disheveled appearance and bruising. But the black eye and bruises had healed. And right now, she'd cleaned up and styled her hair and even put on some makeup for the first time in days. She'd also changed into a fresh house robe, and as my gaze trailed down from her face to the full cleavage being hinted at, Ashlyn slowly reached down and then pulled the robe open and then dropped it off her shoulders to reveal that she was fully naked underneath. Fully dressed, Ashlyn was a goddess who could stop traffic from across the street. Even though some actor had been named the world's most beautiful person this past year, Ashlyn was still the most beautiful woman in the world. Naked, she was SPECTACULAR. Her breasts were incredible works of art, with an ideal combination of cone and sizeable globe with pretty pink nipples. Her abs were toned and rippled, and with her recent lack of appetite, she'd gotten even skinnier. Her bone structure was elegant, with a prominent collar bone and delicate shoulders. And as she spread her knees to the side, I saw the puffy pinkness of her wet labia poking out from her bare shaven pussy. Ashlyn just sat there and let me admire her for a moment before a satisfied grin spread across her face. "Enjoying the view?" I smiled, a half-remembered conversation coming back to me. "You know you're gorgeous, Ashlyn." She blushed and then fixed me with an intense gaze. "So what are you going to do about it?" My throat went dry. "What do you want me to do about it?" A gleam came into Ashlyn's eye and for a second, she reminded me so very much of Taylor. Same smoldering sexuality, same intensity, and the same instant boner-inducing aura. "I want you to come to my room and make love to me, Johnny." Her voice was firm and her statement clear. I felt my breath catch in my throat. "My body craves you, Johnny. I haven't felt the touch of anyone in weeks. And I haven't felt the touch of a man for even longer than that." Her voice cracked just a bit at that last phrase. I stared at her naked body, now flush with arousal. My eyes flickered over Ashlyn's erect nipples and down to her crotch, where even more of her pink inner folds glistened with wetness. And finally my gaze tracked up to her eyes, which sparkled and pleaded. I am such a sucker for blue eyes. "Johnny, please?" She needed me. I wanted her. She wanted me. But she also needed me. How could I let her down? But my brain asserted itself. Even if Taylor had let Ashlyn blow me during our little foursome weeks ago, that wasn't carte blanche permission to have sex with the redheaded supermodel. "Ashlyn, I can't." Her eyes wavered and a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Johnny ... please?" she repeated, her voice cracking. She looked at me with such hope and longing. And I know my own attraction and urges were ordering me to whisk her away to make passionate love to this gorgeous creature. But I screwed up my face in pain at the war going on in my head. And regretting every syllable, I slowly repeated, "Ashlyn, I can't." My heart broke to see her becoming sad again. It was like watching a beautiful rose wilting and dying in high-speed right before my eyes. The light went out of her irises, her shoulders sagged, and she slumped forward. Beauty is always more than just a pretty face. There's always that intangible component that takes someone from being just pretty to drop-dead gorgeous. I actually watched that intangible beauty evaporate leaving nothing behind but the relatively attractive shell of a young woman. Looking even more depressed than she'd been a day ago, Ashlyn stood up and wrapped the robe around her naked body. And then she turned and staggered towards the exit. It was then that I saw Taylor was by the door, looking at the both of us. For how long she'd been there, I didn't know. But as Ashlyn approached her, the depressed young woman didn't even turn her head or acknowledge Taylor's presence. She simply shuffled out the door and continued down the hall. Taylor's gaze followed Ashlyn as she walked away, and when my wife turned back, I could see the tears in Taylor's eyes. With a heavy sigh, Taylor brushed her long bangs out of her face and then rubbed the short hair on the back of her head. And then, with her hand still rubbing her head, she turned and looked straight at me, ordering, "Johnny, get out of the pool." "Huh?" "Out. Now." Automatically I moved to comply. Dripping water onto the deck, I reached to the wall and wrapped a towel around myself. Taylor then crooked a finger to me and turned, walking towards the locker room. Confused as hell, I followed her. ------- When I entered the locker room, Taylor was standing in front of her locker while unbuttoning her blouse. I arched an eyebrow but she just pointed to the showers. "Go." My wife's tone brooked no dissent, and I went to the shower, turning on the sprays and hanging up my towel. Two minutes later, a wonderfully naked Taylor joined me and quickly enfolded me in a hug. "I love you, Johnny." There was something in her voice that said she was trying to reassure me of that fact. "I know. I love you too," I replied, not quite understanding. The warm spray fell all around us and for a long minute she just held herself against me, slowly rotating us without care for the water spray, even when it splashed all over her head and matted down her hair. With dark bangs over her eyes, Taylor then looked up at me with an electric blue gaze. And in a sudden movement, she held my face in her hands and then kissed me with a ferocious passion that came out of nowhere. I moaned into the kiss, feeling my wife's love flow into me like a chi flow straight from her heart. But almost as soon as she started, she pulled away and then placed her forehead against my chin. I waited her out and simply held my beautiful wife in my arms. She licked her lips a few times and then reached for the soap dispensers. "Let's get you cleaned up." Taylor's idea of cleaning me up always involved a bit of fun, so I happily let my wife begin to soap me up and rub me down. She was very thorough, working her fingers deep into my scalp with the shampoo and running her hands over every square inch of me with the soap. And when she was done, she did a quick taste test on my cock to ensure I was clean, although it lasted less than a second. I moved to return the favor, but Taylor shook her head and then just turned off the shower. She then brought back some fluffy towels and at least she let me help dry her off. After we finished, I went to retrieve the clothes I'd stored in my locker but Taylor reached out and grabbed my hand to stop me. Instead, she led me over to a plush bathrobe, the kind of terrycloth robe we would wear around the pool or down in the Underground Bar. At her direction, I slipped it on while Taylor similarly donned a robe. And then barefoot, she led us out of the room and down the hallway back towards the main areas of the house. The whole time, Taylor had a dispassionately unreadable expression on her face. I was getting curious as to why my wife kept directing me and why she looked the way she did, so I finally asked, "Taylor, honey, what's going on?" "I'm taking you to Ashlyn." "Huh?" "I want you to make love to Ashlyn." My mind went blank, although my cock immediately stirred beneath my bathrobe. "Uh, excuse me?" "You heard me right. I want you to make love to Ashlyn." By now, we were turning the corner for the guest areas. "Okay, we both know I'm not going to complain, but I don't understand. What happened to 'off-limits'?" "She's not off-limits anymore." "Doesn't she make you jealous?" Taylor sighed and stopped six feet away from Ashlyn's closed door. "No, not anymore. Johnny, I was jealous because I see how much of an affect she has on you. I saw that she was capable of stealing a very big piece of your heart away from me. But now, she's just hurt so bad that I don't think stealing you is anywhere on her mind." I wasn't quite following. "But just because you don't think you're jealous anymore doesn't mean I should be doing this." My balls immediately tried to kick me for saying something contrary to what they demanded. "That girl is in serious pain, Johnny. Every girl dreams of being in love. Well she's just had her dream shattered, and she's depressed enough to believe that she'll never find love again. And now, we both saw what just happened by the pool." "What DID happen?" "You're something special, Johnny. It's not just the money or the good-looks or how amazing you are in bed. You're just special. Ashlyn sees that as much as the rest of us do. And right now, she sees you as the greatest guy in the world. So even though she's been depressed for weeks, she dolled herself up, walked into that room, and asked you to make love to her. She didn't ask you to go for a ride or have some fun or get naughty together; she asked you to make love." Taylor sighed. "And you turned her down. And she's feeling even MORE unloved than before. She's convinced that all men just want to bang her, as if that's all she deserves for having such a pretty face and beautiful body. She's been telling me for days she feels unworthy of being truly loved." "What? You're saying I should have agreed to have sex with her?" "No, well yes, but no. I'm proud of you, Johnny. I know how attracted to her you are and to be honest, I'm amazed you haven't cracked already. You're a great guy, but you do have dick for brains sometimes. But this time, you stuck to your guns. Ashlyn just made the most blatant play for you she ever has. No seduction, no innuendo, she just came out and begged for you to shove your dick inside her. A month ago, I would have hated her for it. Now, I just feel sad for what she's going through." Taylor reached up and grabbed the front of my robe with both hands. "Johnny, I'm your wife. I know you love me, and now you've got me pregnant. I know we're going to last through anything together." "We will." "And we'll last through this. Ashlyn's very depressed right now and if feeling a little love gets her out of this funk, then I'm happy to lend you to her. And to be honest, if this doesn't work, we might not have any choice but to check her into rehab." "I still can't believe you actually want me to do this." "Johnny, be very clear about this. Ashlyn is hurt and vulnerable. This isn't about fun or getting your rocks off, right?" "No, no of course not. I need to make her feel loved." "Yeah. Kate tells me you're good at that." I reached out a brushed my hand against my wife's cheek. "I love you, Taylor." My wife kissed me again. "I love you too, Johnny. Now go to her." ------- Taylor knocked on the door and then swung it open without waiting for an answer. Ashlyn was in her bed in the dark, sobbing pitifully but she started to stop when she saw me and Taylor in the doorway. Taylor touched my cheek and then gently pressed my back as I walked into the room, my eyes on Ashlyn the whole time. Taylor also grabbed the neck of my robe, pulling it off me so that I walked forward completely nude. Then the door closed behind me, and it was just me ... and HER. I could barely see Ashlyn in the darkness despite the moonlight coming around the gaps of the window shade. I reached over to the bedside table and tugged the lamp switch, bathing the room in a soft yellow glow. Then I moved and sat on the edge of the bed beside Ashlyn's head. "Are you really here?" Ashlyn asked in a quiet voice as she looked up at me. "Yes, I'm really here." I reached down and gently brushed away a bang from Ashlyn's face. She shivered at my touch and just kept trembling as my finger continued its trail around her ear and then down her neck. A little smile came to Ashlyn's face. She rolled her hips back and stretched out while reclining on her side, and it was at that point I realized she'd left her house robe puddled on the floor, and that she was fully naked beneath the very thin sheet. The top of the sheet slid across her chest and curved around the round globe of a breast, and I saw the the fabric dip down at her waist and then begin its upward ascension once again to her hip before the heavier comforter began. She followed my gaze and then with slow deliberation, Ashlyn pushed the sheet down her torso to her waist and then one at a time, drew her legs out from beneath the covers. And once her naked body was fully exposed to me, she rolled onto her back and stretched her arms straight back above her head. The word "vulnerable" was not one I would have used to describe Ashlyn Scott, gorgeous supermodel, a month ago. Taylor had been using the term recently and in this moment, it perfectly described Ashlyn now. Not only were there no clothes between us, but her posture was completely open. Gone were the teasingly seductive expressions on her face, replaced by nothing but quiet wonder. It was as if there was an Ashlyn-façade she kept up around everyone, including me: independent, aggressive, and sexual. But that façade was gone, leaving nothing but a truly vulnerable girl who was trusting me completely. I suppose she felt she had nothing to lose. I couldn't betray that trust. Taylor was right, this wasn't about sex. This was about showing Ashlyn that she could be loved. I thought about Kate for a moment. Her problem was self-esteem, a lack of belief that she was worthy of anything more than being used like a sex toy. I'd needed to show her that a man could care about her and enjoying being in her company without requiring sexual favors. This was slightly different. Ashlyn was simply in pain. For perhaps the first time in her life, she'd given her heart to someone and allowed herself to fall in love. And that man not only didn't love her back when times got rough, he took things a step further and physically hurt her as well, marring the beauty she'd been so fiercely proud of. Ashlyn needed to know that she didn't deserve that pain. That it wasn't her fault. These things Taylor had discussed with her, but Ashlyn didn't really believe. Even if I succeeded tonight, there would be much more on her road to recovery. But for tonight, Ashlyn had put herself out on the line. She was offering herself to me, asking for physical tenderness and a little emotional love. After all the depression and pain she'd been going through, she needed to feel something good and positive for a change. And now it was my responsibility to give that to her. So I started in the most intimate and tender way I knew how. I lay down beside her, consciously bringing myself down so that I wasn't hovering over her body like a conqueror. Even though she'd deliberately put herself in a completely vulnerable position, I figured Ashlyn had enough of men seeing her as a physical prize to be taken. And then I leaned in and tenderly kissed her shoulder. Ashlyn shivered, despite the heated warm air of the house. I don't think she was expecting me to start where I did. And then as I continued dropping butterfly kisses along her shoulder, my hand slid forward into hers so I could intertwine our fingers. And then I gently squeezed it three times, as if to say "I. Love. You." without actually speaking the words. I moved my lips higher, kissing her cheek and then nudging my nose around her ear. Ashlyn gasped at my soft touch, and then she turned her head to me with a glow in her sparkling blue eyes. Only then, after she came to me, did I move forward and press my lips to hers. Our first kiss was magical. I couldn't remember feeling such an incredible electric spark since my first kiss with Taylor back when I was 20. That kiss had been like a chemical fire spreading through my body and ultimately led to Taylor and I frantically fucking like rabbits on speed. This kiss simply sent a tingle through my entire body. From the way Ashlyn trembled, it had a similar effect on her. And as her lips parted and invited my tongue inside to play, she also rolled onto her side and threw a leg over mine while tugging my head toward hers with eager passion. That was my cue. That was the moment when Ashlyn went from passive submission for me to have my way with her to active desire. And now that she had crossed that line, I could truly make love to her knowing that it was what she wanted. So I made love to her ... every INCH of her. Conqueror or not, I could appreciate that Ashlyn had a fan-fucking-tastic body. So I made love to whole thing. I rolled Ashlyn onto her back once again and stretched her arms back into their previous position above her head. And then I proceeded to lick, kiss, and nibble on every piece of her body. I started with her fingers, worked across her hands, and titillated the sensitive skin beneath her wrist until she started feeling ticklish. I made love to Ashlyn's elbows and worked my way back until I was dropping butterfly kisses on her shoulders once again. Ashlyn was visibly trembling by the time I trailed kisses down the valley of her cleavage. I circled the globes of her wondrous breasts and teased every nerve cluster I could find. She started moaning in anticipation as I approached her nipples, but at the last moment, I skipped past them and worked down her belly while she whimpered with frustrated desire. She was sweating by the time I got to her toes about a half-hour later, and she both giggled and moaned when I began to suckle her toes into my mouth, still with the slight taste of the chlorine water on them. And her panting turned into loud, heavy breathing as my lips and fingers came back up to work around her crotch. I did the circular teasing thing once again, pressing every nerve cluster and tickling her senses. And just when my tongue was about to touch her clit, I pushed upwards and headed for Ashlyn's belly button. The redheaded supermodel squealed loudly in frustration and then suddenly, she'd grabbed my head and forcibly shoved it back into her crotch. Grinning to myself, I extended my tongue forward, wrapped it around her clit, and began suck powerfully. Ashlyn's scream could have carried across the Atlantic Ocean so loud that the Portuguese could hear her. I was positive it carried throughout the entire house, even though the construction company had laid down a ton of soundproofing. I actually couldn't breathe for close to a minute, what with Ashlyn's thighs clamping my face into her crotch while she kept screaming and cumming. And when she finally relaxed enough for me to pry myself loose, I sat up and gasped for air. The orgasm had energized Ashlyn far beyond anything she'd shown in weeks. I was still trying to recover from oxygen-deprivation when she reached down and physically hauled me up her body. My chest was pressing heavily on hers and I managed to get my arms out to help support my weight. But it seemed that Ashlyn didn't care as she was so focused on holding my head just above hers while she kissed me frantically and licked her own fluids off my face. "Oh, gawd, Johnny! That was incredible! I haven't cum like that since ... since ... I don't know when!" I just tried to smile and breathe when she planted another fierce kiss on my lips and once again took my breath away. "Make love to me now, Johnny. Please? Fill me with your hot, throbbing cock. I've been dreaming about that cock for more than a year. Please now, show me how much you desire me." I still had half my wits. "I don't just desire you, Ashlyn. I want to see you happy." She grinned so wide it threatened to split her lip again. "I know." And then she kissed me again. Without breaking the liplock, Ashlyn reached down between us and seized my dick in hand. She began panting with obvious lust as she held it and squeezed it, and then almost frantically she started to try and shove it into her. "Shh ... shh..." I soothed her. "Relax." I shifted my hips a bit while kept guiding me, and then we both sighed as we felt my mushroom head slot into position and then I began pushing inward. "Ohhh ... Johnny..." Ashlyn crooned. She closed her eyes then and just concentrated on the sensations while I slid forward, and after another minute, I was fully embedded inside my fantasy woman. "Oh, I KNEW it would be this good," Ashlyn sighed when she opened her eyes and looked at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. "We're not even moving and it's so incredibly good." I had to agree. A few weeks earlier, when Ashlyn had given me a blowjob for the first time, the mental thrill of knowing it was ASHYLN with her mouth on me was actually more powerful than the physical pleasure. And now, knowing that my entire dick was buried to the hilt inside of Ashlyn-fucking-Scott's pussy, I felt like I could cum at any moment. "I've got Jonathan-fucking-Kwong's dick inside me," Ashlyn crooned as if reading my mind. "I don't think I've ever felt so happy." "Oh, Ashlyn..." I moaned. And then she began to rock her hips. And the wonderful feelings got even better. "Johnny ... Johnny ... make love to me ... make love to me..." she groaned as my hips started pumping into her. "Ashlyn ... Ashlyn..." I groaned right back. My mind was clouding over, being overwhelmed by sheer bliss. It was the joy of the heavens. If it felt great just being inside of her, actually pumping my cock in and out of her was the ultimate in ecstasy. "Johnny ... Johnny ... make love to me ... love me..." "Oh, Ashlyn! So good! So tight! This feels so good! You feel so good!" I couldn't believe how incredible the sensations were. I couldn't remember the last time sex felt this good. I loved sex. I loved how sex felt. But for some reason, this blew all my old sex out of the water. It was better than with Kate. It was better than with Cassandra. It was better than with Taylor. This was the ultimate in sex. "Harder, Johnny! Thrust into me! Love me and fuck me! Love me! Fuck me!" "Ugh ... ugh..." I grunted. "Fuck! So fucking good!" I couldn't even think anymore. Nothing was left but how great this felt. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Ashlyn moaned as she began to fling her body completely against me. This wasn't just making love anymore. It was more than that. I was more aggressive than that. Love and tenderness had been replaced with uncontrollable lust and desire. Her hips slammed up against me repeatedly "I'm fucking you! Fuck! Fuck!" "Ohhh! It's so good, Johnny! You're a machine! Fuck me! So hard! So deep! Oh my fucking GAWD!" "You're incredible, Ashlyn! So good! I love this! I love this! I love you!" I slammed harder and harder and faster and faster. It was the most amazing sex of my life and I never wanted it to end. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Love me! Don't ever stop! Fuck me tonight! Fuck me tomorrow! Fuck me forever!!!" "Forever! Always! Oh fucking gawd I'm going to cum!" "I'm cumming, Johnny! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed into my ear and I started to feel the uncontrolled spasms inside Ashlyn's pussy as she tightened up and her orgasm began. Her back arched, thrusting her chest at me and her hands began clawing at my back, her nails drawing blood she was grabbing at me so hard. "Oh, gawd ... oh, gawd..." I gasped as I felt my body pistoning uncontrollably towards my own final countdown. "Oh, Ashlyn. Ashlyn! I love you. I love you Ashlyn! Oh, my gawd I'm fucking in love with you! So good! I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING!" I slammed my hips forward a final time, driving my dick into the farthest recesses of Ashlyn's pussy I could reach. And when I hit bottom, my pelvic bone pressed up against hers, my crotch hunched an extra quarter-inch further, trying to get even deeper. And then, in the depths of the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on, my cockhead expanded and I blew all of my cum and several million sperm straight into the back of her womb. My eyes rolled up in my head and my whole body started twitching as I pumped out more and more semen into Ashlyn's pussy. And she gasped and clutched me, her own body trembling beneath me in the bodyquake of orgasm. "Cum in me! Cum in me!" Ashlyn screamed. And my cock spat out even more. It felt so good, I wished I could cum forever. But eventually ... it ended. I felt absolutely drained, as if that orgasm had pulled every drop of fluid from my body and flung it through my dick into Ashlyn's fabulous pussy. And Ashlyn sagged against the bed, her entire body going limp while she groaned and lolled her head side to side. When we came down, I was gasping for air with my head on the pillow beside Ashlyn's head. She patted my back and heaved for breath herself. And only as we managed to get our breathing under control, we rubbed our sweaty bodies together and Ashlyn laughed, "Kate was right. You fuck like a GOD." ------- Chapter 7: The Pregnancy DECEMBER I awoke in the morning to feel a soft naked back against my chest. I tilted my face down to press my nose against her bare skin and I inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of her. My hand slid down her side and up over her hips. I paused there and rubbed her ass with my hand. She made no real movements while I caressed the cheek, which made me think she was still asleep. Then I slowly moved my hand lower, stroking her thighs gently. The gorgeous supermodel was on her left side, her left leg pointing straight down the length of the bed with her right pulled forward and then bent at the knee. She was in the perfect position for my fingers to trail lower into the cleft between her legs, and when my fingertip began to slowly rub up and down the seam of her pussy lips, she began to stir. I kept my touch soft, and every time she moved or moaned I went softer still. And gradually, like a flower in bloom, her labia opened up. I began to feel the first trickle of moisture, and then I pushed my finger in with added pressure and managed to coat the tip in her nectar. Now at least a little lubricated, I let my finger glide higher along until I found that her little ball of pleasure had just begun to peek out from under its hood. And ever so gently, I touched my moistened finger to it. She began to moan, a softly erotic sound and her hips shuffled slightly in her sleep. I stopped moving for a moment, and then when she settled down, I returned my finger to her moistened folds to recoat with fresh nectar. Once sufficiently lubed up, I returned to rubbing her clit. I kept this up for a good ten minutes. She nearly woke twice, but by the end of that time her pussy was a furnace, her labia were widely parted and showing plenty of pink, and her whole body trembled. It was time. I shifted my hips until I was right behind her ass and just a little further down the bed. And then, with cock in hand, I guided it into position and began to lean my hips into her. I heard the catch in her breathing as she came awake. By then, I already had the mushroom head inside her snatch, and it was just a matter of pressure as I slid the full rod deep into her body. She moaned and rocked her hips while I reached around with wet fingertips and began to rub at her clit once again. And then I pulled my cock back out a few inches before once again burying it in to the hilt. The beautiful, naked woman in my arms began to buck herself back at me while I picked up speed. My left hand went up to grasp her shoulder so I could use it as leverage to thrust myself into her pussy from behind. Her own hand moved down to take over rubbing herself, freeing me to shift my right hand to her hips. Only I didn't move it to her hips. I moved my hand around to Taylor's stomach, resting my palm just below her belly button as I imagined the life growing inside of her. Her head bowed forward as she kept up the rhythm, and together my wife and I made morning love until we both softly moaned our releases, Taylor's whole body shivering with pleasure while I spunked out my load against her inner walls. When we were done, Taylor turned to me and brushed her dark bangs out of her eyes. Her eyes were a brighter blue than I'd seen them in a long time, and she kissed me wetly and hotly, moaning with passion and love for her husband. "I love you, Johnny." "I love you, Taylor." She smiled at me and sighed. We both let our heads sink into the pillows to relax our necks after the tension of our lovemaking. But just while I was sighing in absolute contentment, Taylor's eyes bugged out and she clapped a hand over her mouth. Quickly, my wife rolled out of bed, oblivious to the creamy white jism now leaking onto her thighs. She scrambled for the bathroom and a moment later I heard retching sounds echo through the cavernous room back towards me. I sighed again, this time in resignation. Then I quickly scooted off the bed and went to stroke my wife's back while she vomited up last night's dinner into the toilet. ------- Taylor was still looking a little green when I brought her down for breakfast. I'd offered to have her breakfast delivered upstairs, but she wanted to eat with everyone. I held her hand the whole way down the stairs, and for the first time in memory, I actually had something to complain to Jeff Lee about. Why had my design architect not told me that lack of stairs might be more important to my wife during pregnancy than a second-floor view? At least we had an elevator. Maybe I could put in an escalator? It'd be tacky, but effective. We were the last ones to arrive and breakfast was already laid out on the table. I had my arms wrapped around Taylor the whole way in. When we entered into the dining room, the first thing I heard was, "Aww ... you guys look so cute!" I glanced up to see it was Ashlyn, staring at us with a glow on her face. And when our eyes met, I froze. A flashback of last night came straight into my memory. The look of her face in the middle of orgasm had been so erotic. The sound of her moans had set my heart racing. And the passion of our lovemaking had simply been extraordinary. Last night had been the most amazing sex of my life. And from the look on Ashlyn's face as she stared at me, it had been pretty incredible for her, too. Taylor caught us gazing rapturously back and forth at each other and she squeezed my hand. "Looks like you two had a pretty good time last night," she quipped before sitting down. Ashlyn blushed, but I think I blushed even deeper. At least my tan complexion hid it better than Ashlyn's ivory whiteness. Kate chimed in, "Believe me, they had a good time. Everyone in the HOUSE could hear that they had a good time. I got myself off twice just listening to them." Now Ashlyn was beet red, and I'm sure I wasn't much better. But Taylor pushed past the teasing and put her hand on top of Ashlyn's beside her. "How are you feeling, Ash?" "Better. Happier." "No more dark thoughts. No more morose depression?" Ashlyn flicked her gorgeous blue eyes to me. "No. I feel great." And then Ashlyn flashed me a smile so big I was blinded by the light. Kate chuckled. "One night of sex with John and all her troubles are cured," she said theatrically while shaking her head in mild disbelief. "It's not like all my problems went AWAY," Ashlyn shrugged. "But I guess I'd just slipped into a rut of depression. I saw love around me and was convinced I couldn't have it anymore. The one guy I dared to fall for beat the crap out of me. And when someone like me goes three weeks without feeling any happiness, you can bet a night with John does wonders for improving one's mood." "Some of us are just sexual creatures," Taylor mused. "Sometimes when you're down, there's nothing like an amazing orgasm to lift your spirits." "Or seven..." Ashlyn said under her breath. "Seven? Someone had a REALLY good night," Taylor teased and then she squeezed my hand. Ashlyn squeezed Taylor's hand. "Thank you, Taylor. Thank you so much for last night." My wife rubbed Ashlyn's hand. "Don't thank me. I think Johnny did all the work." The two gorgeous supermodels turned to look at me. I just blushed and looked down. Ashlyn continued, "Still, I know the idea of me and Johnny makes you uncomfortable. It really means a lot that you would share him." Taylor leaned back and waved her hand kind of kookily. "Well, what are friends for if they can't loan out their husbands to fuck your brains out when you get depressed?" The two ladies immediately began laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "Am I just a piece of meat over here?" I grumbled. "Yes, dear," Taylor turned and patted me on the shoulder. "Now eat your breakfast." That caused the girls to start giggling again and this time, even Cassandra and Charlotte joined in. But when they stopped, Ashlyn got serious. "You're really okay with it?" Taylor sighed and hugged her friend. "Yeah. I'm ... I'm not jealous..." Taylor got a surprised expression on her face. "I'm actually not jealous," she said with wonder. My wife then turned and looked at me. "I know my man still loves me with all his heart." "I do," I said earnestly, willing all my love to come through my expression. Taylor smiled and then looked back to Ashlyn. "Just be careful not to fall in love with HIM." "I don't know," Ashlyn said wistfully as she looked at me. "It may already be too late." The room went awkwardly silent for a moment as something non-verbal passed between Taylor and Ashlyn. Ashlyn's gorgeous blue eyes were sparkling as she stared at me with undisguised adoration. But then Kate asked someone to pass the eggs and we all launched into our usual conversation. Breakfast was lively and chatter-filled. It was literally a night and day transformation for Ashlyn, who had gone from depressed and disheveled to cheery and radiantly beautiful overnight. She looked so lovely this morning that I found my gaze drifting to her repeatedly throughout the meal before I would catch myself and focus on something else. I was still reeling from the emotional high of being with her last night, and I knew I was dangerously close to falling a bit in love with the gorgeous woman. If I hadn't gotten up and gone to sleep with my wife, I don't know how much more attached to Ashlyn I'd be feeling right now. Ashlyn caught me staring at her twice. Both times, she blushed and pointedly looked somewhere else. I caught her staring at me once also, and her sudden averted gaze made my heart jump a few extra beats. It actually took Cassandra reaching over and putting her hand on my arm to get me to stop. My beautiful assistant stared me down, her blue eyes turning a sharp grey. I may not have been experienced with female non-verbal communication, but I got the hint to cool it. I did my best to stare at my food then. It was all just so overwhelming. I was in love with my wife Taylor and felt a surge of satisfaction knowing she was pregnant with my child. I felt a comfortable, secure love with Cassandra. I had a concerned, protective love for Kate. And I now felt a passionate, energizing love for Ashlyn. Could one man really love four women at the same time? Meanwhile, Ashlyn talked about calling the agency to resume taking modeling gigs, and she, Taylor, and Kate gossiped together like her depression had ever happened. "Hey, isn't Taylor's birthday coming up soon?" Ashlyn glanced at Kate and then at Charlotte, who would certainly know. Charlotte spoke up, "Late next month." Taylor piped up, "Ah, it'll be exciting to turn 29 again." Everyone around the table got a chuckle at that. And then Taylor spoke up again. "Hey, Ash, Kate. Why don't you guys work with Charlotte to plan my party? Friends always know what to do." And then Taylor reached over, touched my arm, and batted her eyelashes at me rapidly. "Money's no object, right honey?" I cocked my head and grinned. "Are you going to have another big orgy where I get to bang half a dozen beautiful women like last year?" I was thinking back to our inauguration of the Playroom. "Yes..." Taylor giggled. "Then money's no object." Everyone laughed and we went along to finish up our breakfast. When it was done and we all got up to stand, Ashlyn came around and stood right in front of me. I looked at her flowing copper hair and her bright blue eyes. Involuntarily, my gaze traveled down her luscious body and my memory began to fill in how she looked naked. It was so easy for Ashlyn's beauty to distract me, and a part of me cursed how she could have such an incredible effect on me. But then I caught myself and looked back up into her eyes. Ashlyn seemingly just waited patiently while I fought to collect myself in front of her. And when our eyes met again she asked, "You guys are going into town today?" "Yeah." I glanced at Cassandra, who was behind me and to the right, as if this were a business meeting and she was standing by in case I needed assistance. "It's been a busy month. Decembers usually are right before the holidays." Ashlyn nodded in understanding and when she looked up at me again, she actually looked nervous. But instead of detracting from her beauty, the nervousness made the young woman even more endearing to me, and I took a deep breath as I felt my heart tugging to fall more in love with her. "I, uh," she began before pausing. "When you get home, can you come to my room? We should probably talk about last night." I glanced at Cassandra again, as if she would be my conscience. I didn't trust my own feelings with Ashlyn, but Cassandra didn't visibly react. So I turned back to the redhead and said as calmly as possible, "Sure." My delivery wasn't that calm. I think I actually squeaked it. It turned out, Taylor was also right beside us. "In the meantime," Taylor began as she slipped her arm through Ashlyn's. "WE should talk about last night." My wife had a warm smile on her face and Ashlyn nodded. The two of them turned and walked out of the room. I exhaled loudly, not realizing I'd been holding my breath. Cassandra smirked at my obvious discomfort, but I steeled my spine and held my head high. "Let's go." ------- It was late when we finally flew home. We'd missed dinner and Cassandra had ordered in at the office. By the time we landed, every muscle was sore and my body ached from the tension of work. But the moment the door popped open, I felt a fresh energy rushing through me. My heartbeat sped up and adrenaline coursed through me as I felt pure excitement. I was going to see Ashlyn again. That thought almost stopped me. I wasn't just excited to see my wife and rub her belly. I wasn't just excited to be returning home. I was excited to see a woman I wasn't dating and had no official relationship with. I couldn't help it. Still, I first went in search of my wife. Taylor was in the Master Lounge with Charlotte. They were poring over pregnancy books and week-by-week guides to her symptoms and other such advice. I grinned at the thought of having my very own rugrat playing in this very room, and when my wife looked up at me, she absolutely glowed. "Hi, Johnny. Long day?" "Yeah." I crossed the room and tenderly kissed her. My hand slid down and patted her belly. I couldn't wait to see a real bump forming, but Taylor had said I would have to wait until her 2-month mark before it became really noticeable. Right now it just looked like she'd gained a couple of pounds, a relatively normal fluctuation for her. "I talked to Ashlyn today, about you two." "And?" My curiosity piqued. Taylor grinned. "Well, I think it's obvious. She went from near-suicidal to happy- go-lucky after one session with you. My man is a fucking STUD in the sack." I chuckled. And I mustered up all the seriousness I could. "This stud is YOURS whenever you want, all for you, okay?" Taylor's objections to the contrary, I knew there had to be SOME jealousy in there somewhere and I was compelled to make an extra effort to show that I loved her. I gestured to my crotch. "This woman-pleaser belongs to you, my woman." "I know, I know. I'm good for today." Taylor grinned at Charlotte, who looked down and blushed. And now that I looked at her, Charlotte's hair was matted down where it looked like straps had been wrapped around her head. I gathered my wife and her assistant had been visiting the dungeon while I was out. With concern on my face, I cautioned, "Just be careful about exercise, honey. Aren't there rules about how fast you can get your heart rate?" Taylor held up a book. "I know." She changed the subject. "Anyways, I worked things out with Ashlyn today. We're going to treat her as a houseguest, like Rebecca or Mia. She's got plenty of money and she'll be paying rent. She's not a girlfriend or mistress or anything, so there are no obligations there. And she says she has no designs on being a girlfriend or taking any part of you away from me. So if ... encounters ... happen between you two, that's okay." "You sure?" "Of course," Taylor shrugged as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world. But then she got a hard look in her eye. "Why? You think I shouldn't be?" "What? No! No!" I sat back defensively and held up my hands. Taylor started chuckling. "Just teasing you. I'm assuming Cassandra won't have any issues. But if you really consider Kate a girlfriend, you probably want to run this by her as well. Technically, since Kate didn't know about last night, you cheated on her." My jaw dropped. Taylor shrugged, "Yeah, I didn't think about that either until this morning. I don't think she'll have a problem since she worships the ground you walk on, but talk to her, okay?" I nodded. Taylor waved at me. "Go talk to your girls now. I'd start with Kate first." I stood up. "And Johnny?" Taylor stopped me. "Yeah?" She tilted her head and looked at me with big eyes. "I'm not jealous of you having sex with them. But at night, no matter how late it is, will you come to bed with me?" "Of course." "I love you, Johnny." "I love you too." ------- When I got down to the guest rooms, most of my body wanted me to immediately go into Ashlyn's room without knocking, throw her onto the bed, and go straight to fucking her brains out. But the mature part of me remembered my wife's advice as well as how much I really did care about Kate's feelings, so I turned to the opposite door and knocked at Kate's room. It was late, and it was around the time the girls usually were going to bed. Kate answered the door in her pajamas and gasped, "John!" Eagerly, she stepped forward and hugged me. I wrapped up her skinny body, lifting her off the floor while she kicked her feet in the air. I brought her head to just an inch above mine and kissed her firmly. "Hello, girlfriend." "Hi..." Kate smiled and floated happily. Without the heavy dark makeup, she looked so much younger and fresher. The makeup made her alluring and sexy, but without it I could see her as a cute and bubbly girl. I set her down and then walked us both into her room, closing the door behind us. "Oh!" she suddenly sat up and immediately began to tug at the sleeve of her pajamas. "Did you want to... ?" She was asking if I'd just come to screw her and I quickly shook my head. "No, no. I mean, yes, of course I'd love to, but that's not why I'm here and you don't need to just ... put out ... every time I show up." She nodded in understanding and then pulled her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arms around her legs while I sat down in front of her on the bed. "So what's up?" I took a deep breath. "About Ashlyn, I'm sorry I didn't talk to you first." She picked her head up and shot me a confused look. "About what?" "Well, permission, I guess." Kate barked a short laugh. "You don't need my permission to fuck her, John." "Well, boyfriends are supposed to clear it with their girlfriends. Since I didn't do that, technically I cheated on you." She shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I've never been a real girlfriend before. All my other boyfriends just banged whoever they wanted and they never asked me for permission." I sighed. "But I was supposed to be different. I'm trying to show you that I do care about your feelings. And I'm sorry for not talking to you first." Kate looked at me like I'd just grown a horn out of my forehead. "Uh, if it'll make you feel any better, apology accepted. But seriously, Ashlyn already told me everything. Taylor walked you straight to her door and shoved you inside. It's not like you had time to think, 'Oh, maybe I should go ask my girlfriend before fucking this INSANELY gorgeous woman.'" "Well..." "It's okay. I'm used to it." I sighed. "I don't want you to be USED to it, Kate. You're not my mistress. You're not just a convenient toy for me to play with whenever I want and ignore the rest of the time. I want you to be a girlfriend with hopes and desires of your own. You need to know what you want and be willing to take action to get it." She shrugged. "But you know what's best for me anyways. Can't I just trust that about you?" "Relationships go both ways, Kate. If you just lay back and let your next boyfriend do whatever he wants, you'll end up right back where you started." "Doesn't matter. I won't have a next boyfriend. I just want to be with you forever." "Kate..." "I'm in love with you, John. How could I possibly think about having another boyfriend?" She said breathlessly and leaned forward. "But why? What's so special about me?" "You care, John. You're a good man with a good heart. That's a rare thing in this town. You got handed this big silver platter and you've more money than God. But instead of turning into a self-absorbed hedonist, you stayed a good guy. You work pretty hard, and for what? More money? You could be lying at home all day just fucking everything that moves." "I do that quite a bit." She sighed. "If you wanted, every day could be like that party at Giorgio's. You could line up a hundred gorgeous women and just use them whenever it pleased you. You could be hopped up on every illegal drug you wanted. You could have turned into a sick eccentric and started getting off on really messed up things. I've seen how weird rich people can be. Yeah, you spend a lot of money and you've got some pretty luxurious things, but you're as down to earth as rich people get. Hell, you took me rollerblading in Central Park, John." Kate took my hands in her own. "Stavros once traded me for twenty bucks. He was playing poker with some friends and he was $20 short of putting this other guy all in. So he literally bet me as collateral for the other $20. Thank God he won, but still. On that night, Stavros told me how much I was worth to him." I looked at the pretty girl in mixed anger and disbelief. "Damn..." "You'd never do that. I KNOW it." Kate squeezed my hands. "You want to know why I want to be with you? Because getting one-hundredth of you is better than getting all of every man I've ever been with. I idolize Taylor. She's a wild one but she always kept coming back to you for what, seven years? I trust her taste in men." I felt my ego puffing but I also felt guilty about it. And Kate just kept going. "Cassandra's the smartest girl on the planet, and she's devoted to you. Charlotte is sweet and so completely defenseless. You could really hurt her if you weren't careful, but you guys have been great with her. Rebecca and Mia were cool friends, and I'm sad that they left to build their own lives. But if you just crooked your finger to either of them, they'd come back, marry you, and devote their lives to you in a heartbeat. It's not just the money. We can just tell how great a guy you are inside." "You're putting me on this big pedestal, Kate," I said with trepidation. "It's where you belong." I shook my head. I was a flawed, flawed man and I knew it. But how could I convince Kate of it? Did I even want to convince her of it? I leaned back and tried to figure out how my life got so complicated. It was absolutely wonderful and pleasurable to have so many women around me. But it was DAMN complicated. Kate rubbed my hands with her thumbs. "You looked stressed. Do you want me to get you off?" I sighed. Kate was really locked into "mistress" mode. I had a lot more work to do with her. "No. Actually, I still need to talk to Ashlyn tonight." "Oh, that's right," the blonde nodded. I moved to get off the bed. If I stayed any longer, I figured Kate would find a way to puff up my ego even more. I started for the door but Kate's voice stopped me. "John?" "Yeah?" I turned. Kate flashed me a radiant smile. "I was beginning to worry Ashlyn would actually kill herself. But one night with you and she's back to normal. You really are something special." The young blonde looked at me with what looked like hero worship in her eyes. "Thank you for taking care of my friend." I chuckled. "Taylor told me the same thing about you." Kate beamed. "You do take care of me. And I'll always love you for it." ------- Ashlyn came quickly to the door when I knocked. "You're home!" she gushed and eagerly stepped forward to hug me. I was a bit surprised, given that our relationship had never been affectionate before. Then again, our relationship had never been ANYTHING before. And as the gorgeous copper-haired model clutched herself to my chest and put her head on my shoulder, I found myself wrapping her up tightly in my arms and squeezing her gently. She felt so good, I ended up lifting her off the floor and spinning us before I realized what I was doing and hastily set her down. We both realized we'd gotten caught up in the moment and we each stepped away from each other. I figured that any deeper attachment to me was rebound behavior and I knew that if I wasn't careful, my long-buried crush on her would affect my decision-making as well. I had to stay in control and not make any promises I couldn't keep. "So, how are you feeling?" I asked. "Wonderful," she smiled. "Actually, I was just okay, but for some reason I'm feeling incredible now that you're here." Ashlyn looked incredible as well. She was wearing a baggy button-down pajama top, and I wasn't sure if she was wearing anything else. Her legs were bare and as she shifted towards the bed, I found my gaze lingering to see if she was wearing any panties. I blushed and then immediately took a deep breath and tried to assert myself. 'Get a hold of yourself, man. Quit acting like a lovestruck teenager!' I'd had 'The Talk' with both Rebecca and Mia before, but then I'd never felt quite THIS attracted to either of them. I took two steps forward around the bed and gestured for Ashlyn to get comfortable, since I didn't trust myself to sit with her on the bed. To the side, there was a wide, padded chair with no arms that looked like it might seat two people if they squished, so I pulled it over beside the bed and sat directly in the middle of it. "Last night was very special, Ashlyn," I began. "But crossing the line between friendship and intimacy is a delicate thing." Ashlyn sighed. "You make it sound so cold and clinical. We made love last night, Johnny. We fucked each other's brains out. And it was the most amazing sexual experience of my life!" I smiled at the memory, and I wanted to say 'me, too.' But that would start me down a path I didn't want to follow. "It was incredible," I agreed. "But I just want to make sure we're on the same page of where we stand." "I told Taylor, I'm not looking to steal you from her or become your girlfriend or anything. Not even like Kate. By the way, it's really sweet what you're doing for her." "Thank you. I just want to see her happy." Ashlyn shook her head and sighed. "Don't say that around me. You might actually make me fall in love with you." Would that be so bad? But a second after I thought it, I shook the idea away. I had MORE than enough on my plate. "I'm not sure I'm your type anyways, Ashlyn." "What? Rich, handsome, great in bed? You're exactly my type." "Well..." "No, no. Don't worry. I know I'm still emotionally shaken after Marty and my head is spinning so much I'm certain I'm in rebound mode." She looked up at me. "That means I want to marry you right now, but I'm a smart enough girl to know that's not my brain talking." "At least you have an excuse," I muttered. "Huh?" "Oh, nothing. Sorry." I tried to find a way to physically push aside my attraction. "What? You want to marry me too?" Ashlyn teased with her tongue across her lower lip. "I'm already married." "Rich men change wives all the time." And at the same time, she pulled her knees up to her chin and spread her feet just wide enough for me to see that indeed, she was without her panties. "Ash..." I said warningly while still staring at her naked vaginal lips. "Fine, fine. Can't take a joke." She closed her legs. "You're not joking." She sighed. "Like I said, that's not my brains talking. Right now, it's my pussy talking. If I could get fucked like that every night..." Ashlyn started vibrating. "Oh, I feel like I could cum just thinking about last night." I chose not to respond to that. "Anyways, there's no way I could do that to Taylor." "Don't sweat it. I would never leave her." "Well ... I haven't tried to steal you yet, have you?" she said saucily and leered at me while doing it. "Ash..." I warned again. "FINE." She glared. "You know it's not MY fault you've got such a crush on me." I sighed and got up from my chair. "No, wait. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I tease a lot. It's the way I am. But seriously, Taylor is my friend. If she wasn't such a good friend, I would have done a lot more to seduce you long before. And that includes now. I'm not going to do anything to mess up your marriage, okay?" "Okay." I hadn't sat down and I started putting the chair back into its spot. "But..." Ashlyn began with a hint of seduction in her voice. I turned to face her. And she then unbuttoned her pajama top and pulled it apart to show off her ripe, creamy breasts, so full and round and capped with pretty pink nipples. The tails of the shirt she also threw outside her legs, and I could see her wet pussy spread wide and inviting. "But ... we can still do it again, right?" I took one step forward before stopping myself. My jaw went up and down a few times and I nearly started drooling as I openly ogled her tits. But then I managed to force my gaze up to Ashlyn's sparkling blue eyes. "Yes, if things, uh, come up. But not tonight." "Why not?" "I..." I stared at her naked body while my heart threatened to explode out of my chest. I wanted her. I wanted her so badly. Last night I had been willing to throw away my marriage to be with Ashlyn, she simply had that much of an effect on me. And if I couldn't say 'no' just this once, I might never be able to say 'no' to Ashlyn ever again. So I made up an excuse. "I can't. I promised Taylor I'd be with her tonight." "Come on, Taylor wouldn't really mind you fucking my brains out two nights in a row, would she?" She moved on hand to cup a breast and hold it up towards me in offering while she began to rub her fingers in her own pussy. My head moved forward six inches, enough to push me off-balance and take an additional step forward. But then I clamped my jaw shut and squeezed my eyes shut. "Good night, Ashlyn. I'm going to go upstairs to my wife now." Ashlyn grinned and then closed up her top, removing heaven from view. "Good night, Johnny. Give her a good pounding for me. I'll be masturbating to thoughts of you." ------- "Ungh!!!" I grunted while trying to cram an extra half-inch of my dick into Taylor's pussy. And then I was involuntarily holding my breath as I felt each pulse of semen fly out of me and embed itself into her vaginal walls. "Ohhh..." Taylor sighed as she came down from her orgasm, her fingernails digging into my biceps where she held me atop her. And then we were both panting as we fought to catch our breath. Taylor turned on her side and I automatically moved myself behind her to spoon. My chest was still heaving and it took me a while to calm down. Taylor gasped desperately for oxygen. "Weren't you saying something about not getting my heart rate too high?" "Didn't YOU say the O.B. said sex was healthy?" I whined. Taylor just chuckled. "Well, if visiting with Ashlyn gets you THAT wound up, I should probably send you down to get teased by her every night." I just started growling and reached my hand down to start pawing at my wife's crotch and rubbing my half-hard dick against her ass. "Again?" Taylor exclaimed in disbelief as I started grinding against her. "Cassandra!" my wife yelled. "CASSANDRA! HELP! It won't go DOWN!" ------- On Monday, Rebecca came by for our regular workout. She was feeling a little antsy and got me worked up with the promise of an extra-special reward. Half an hour later, I nutted up her asshole while the shower sprays surrounded us. Rebecca, Cassandra, and I then met up with Taylor, Kate, and Ashlyn for lunch. Afterwards, I took Kate alone on a date to Coney Island of all places. She gave me a blowjob on the Ferris Wheel and I was pretty sure the fifteen-year-old kid in the next car saw us. I sincerely hoped he wasn't a paparazzi in disguise. That night, in Kate's bedroom where we were securely hidden from any such media risks, I returned the favor to my cute girlfriend many times over. ------- On Tuesday, we stayed at home for the whole day. Taylor brought Ashlyn into our bed, where the three of us made love for hours on end. After watching the gorgeous redhead slurping my cum out of Taylor's box, I got so aroused I tackled Ashlyn and the three of us fucked like rabbits again, then I lay my cock into the valley of Ashlyn's cleavage and rutted uncontrollably between her tits until I painted her face with my creamy jism. And after my wife cleaned our houseguest's face with her tongue, I took turns fucking each of them before nutting into my wife's mouth and then watched her snowball it all to her supermodel friend. After that, Taylor promptly went to sleep. As her pregnancy continued, she was taking more and more afternoon naps anyways. So Ashlyn and I wrapped ourselves in soft robes and went out to the cuddle chair in the Master Lounge. We spent the next hour and a half just talking. Ashlyn told me about losing her virginity at fourteen and getting addicted to cum by sixteen. But she also told me about the worn stuffed puppy she kept in her bedroom and how she cuddled it to sleep almost every night. Then, at the end of the hour and a half, just before Taylor woke up, Ashlyn got a cum craving again and she blew me for fifteen minutes before she coaxed my load down her throat. ------- On Wednesday, a bad meeting with Sharpley led Cassandra into locking us into my office downtown. She simply opened her blouse and wrapped her tits around my erection. And after a few minutes in my statuesque assistant's abundant cleavage, I poured my cum into her mouth. Afterwards, I wasn't so stressed out anymore. Then when I got home, my girlfriend Kate was swimming laps in the pool and then she dragged me down to the Underground Bar to do give me her own de- stressing therapy. Even she admitted that the sex was a lot better when she knew she didn't HAVE to do it. ------- Thursday found Taylor and I in the dungeon. My wife didn't want to exert herself and so I was her proxy, whip in hand, to punish Charlotte for some minor offense. I swore that Charlotte screwed up on purpose every week or so just to get punished. In any case, Charlotte's punishment ended an hour later when I pulled my cock out of the young brunette's lewdly-stretched anus and my cum bubbled out to drip onto the floor, joining the puddle of Charlotte's own fluids which had been dribbling out of her pussy for the last half-hour. And it was only when Taylor pulled the thick glass dildo out of Charlotte's throat that the used and abused submissive was even able to moan. ------- But even with all the crazy sex I had during the week, Friday blew my mind. And it only took one woman to do it. It was the last Friday before Christmas. A lot of companies were shutting down operations or at the very least, their employees were leaving on vacation. Either way, the last couple weeks of the year was NOT a time when the movers and shakers of the business world wanted to be worrying about mergers and acquisitions. That just meant everything had to be done by TODAY. For the first time in months, I actually stayed at the office for over eight hours. We were so busy, Cassandra didn't even have time for a quickie mid-day. And it didn't help that Ashlyn was calling me constantly. The first call, she just wanted a vague idea when I was coming home. When she found out I wasn't even going to be back in time for dinner, she pouted as if her plans were being ruined. The second call, I clarified that I didn't know when I'd get home and we hung up shortly thereafter. The third call, I'd started to get annoyed. Ashlyn was the kind of girl used to getting a lot of attention, and she hadn't been getting that much from me. She complained about this fact and I reminded her, "We're just friends, remember, Ash? If you're lonely, you're free to go out and pick up a boyfriend." "I don't want a boyfriend. I need YOU to fuck me silly! Tonight! Promise me!" "I can't make promises like that, Ash. I have a wife and a girlfriend. What if one of them wants my attention? It IS a Friday." "FINE. I'll call you back." Half an hour later, Taylor called me. "Oh. My. Gawd. Johnny, tonight can you please just fuck Ashlyn so hard that she won't be able to walk straight in the morning? She's driving me and Kate INSANE." And then before I could respond, my wife handed off the phone to the horny redheaded supermodel. "See!" Ashlyn crowed into the phone. "Now when are you coming home?" "I don't know!" I said in exasperation. "We'll get there when we get there." "But if you come home now, then I'll..." Ashlyn then proceeded to spin the raunchiest, filthiest fantasy I'd ever heard over a phone line. By the time she was done five minutes later, my cock was so hard that I was certain the seams of my pants were about to bust. Abruptly, Ashlyn finished and then hung up. At almost the same moment, Cassandra came into my office with the blue light on her earpiece lit up. "Uh-huh, his cock is trying to break free of his pants ... No, Taylor, I wasn't here ... Well, I'm not surprised. Ashlyn's got a dirty mind ... Yeah, I wish I could have heard it." My eyes were bugged out as I ogled Cassandra's ample chest and I started gesturing her towards me. Automatically, Cassandra approached as she saw the gleam in my eyes and she quickly sank to her knees before me. But just as she reached for the clasp to my pants, Cassandra jerked her head and said into her earpiece, "You serious? Okay, okay ... This should be interesting ... Of course Taylor." And with that, the blue light in her earpiece went out and my assistant moved her hands to her own blouse. Unbuttoning it slowly, she reached inside and freed one of her heavy orbs, the nipple quite engorged. And then while she closed her eyes and moaned, Cassandra lifted the breast to her own lips and began to suckle at the teat. I groaned and then gestured back to my crotch, unable to form words I was so turned on. But then Cassandra simply put her boob away and stood up. Her cleavage was practically spilling out into my office. And then she held up a finger and waggled it at me reproachfully. "You're not allowed to get off before you get home. Taylor's orders." I sputtered for a few seconds before I managed to wrap my lips around coherent words. "Taylor? Taylor's orders? I'm the fucking boss! And I fucking order you to fucking open my up my pants and fucking get me off!" "Sorry... sir..." Cassandra actually grinned before spinning on one heel and then buttoned her blouse back up as she went to leave my office. I steamed and threw a book against the wall. An hour later, Cassandra came into my office and then said into her earpiece. "I'm here." Seconds later, Ashlyn called. "Are you coming home yet?" I rolled my eyes and stared at the work on my monitor. "No, not yet." "Well, if you WERE home, right now I'd be..." My brain partially shut down as Ashlyn launched into her sexual tirade. If I thought Ashlyn was naughty before, she was downright NASTY this time. With a seductive purr in her voice, Ashlyn practically made me cum just by talking to me and in fact, I finally caved and just shoved my own hand into my pants to start beating off to the images Ashlyn was putting into my head. But in a flash, Cassandra was beside me and she got a firm grip on my wrist, yanking my hand out. She laughed and then told her earpiece, "He tried to start jacking off." I groaned in pain and then Ashlyn hung up. I glared at my assistant. "We're going home. NOW." "But sir, what about the Kobayashi-" "FUCK the Kobayashi agreement. We're going home." ------- My mind was a wreck by the time I got to Ashlyn's door. I was still reeling from the memory of Ashlyn's dirty words, my own pent-up horniness, and a desperate throbbing in my balls. I knocked on her door and called "Ashlyn?" When she didn't answer immediately I started to worry that she'd changed her mind and didn't want to fuck anymore. A nervous energy came to my limbs while the seconds ticked by and I started to panic. All evening I'd been thinking about seeing Ashlyn again. My mind was filled with visions of our two naked bodies intertwined together while I did my best to completely violate her. So I was in this agitated state when Ashlyn's voice floated through the door. "Come in, Johnny..." I walked in and the sight before me took my breath away. "Holy SHIT," I gasped. For entire flight home, I'd been fantasizing about how Ashlyn would be when I arrived. I had a memory of her face and I fuzzily tried to recall what she looked like naked. The picture in my head was quite erotic. But even my fantasy didn't live up to this reality. Ashlyn was completely naked, her pajamas a puddle beside the bed where she'd apparently just stripped them off after I'd knocked. She lay on her right side in an alluring pose, her right arm stretched towards the headboard while her left scooped beneath her breasts, pressing them together and out towards me in an amazing display of cleavage. Her taut stomach twisted forward making it look like her waist was only a few inches wide. And then her body gently curved back up to the swell of her hips. Her bare pussy was on display as she stretched her legs out, REALLY long legs that I followed all the way down to the flex of her feet as she pointed them for maximum leg tone. She was gorgeous. And all of a sudden I was feeling nervous. I'd built this night up into so much, I was afraid I wouldn't live up to my own expectations. My jaw waggled a few times and I stalled for time. "Uh, maybe we should talk." "Talk about what, Johnny?" she asked in a melodious voice while slowly rotating her body into a slightly different pose, pulling her left arm up and behind her head, which thrust her cleavage out at me even more. I don't know! I was seconds away from creaming my pants just looking at her. Stall! Stall! "Uh, about what kind of relationship we should be having." "Do we have to? I thought we handled that last weekend," Ashlyn asked prettily as she rubbed her thighs together and then licked her lips. "Besides, I'm not sure I can think straight right now." I blinked twice as Ashlyn rolled completely onto her back and spread her legs to the sides. Her pink pussy was gushingly wet and she reached a hand down, rubbing herself while she started moaning while staring at me. Oh, forget it. "You're right," I said quickly and started yanking my clothes off. "I can't think straight either." Ashlyn giggled as she watched me strip in record time, and then I was suddenly atop her body, our mouths locked together as we breathed heavily through our noses and frantically grabbed at each other's bodies. The next hour felt like a haze of lust. That night, I lost control. So did Ashlyn. And by the time we were done, we had completely trashed her room. Things started out simply enough. Ashlyn was soaking wet and my cock was hard and throbbing. I was on top of her one moment and then next I was inside her pussy pounding away with every ounce of energy I had. I came within a minute, blasting my cum deep inside her. I couldn't help it. I'd wanted to pull out, but I simply couldn't resist. And I was so revved up that my dick never really went soft and within another minute I was piledriving my pecker in and out of her once again. Ashlyn clawed at my back, screaming at me to fuck her harder and literally flinging her body off the bed with every thrust. And when I began to tire, she rolled us over, impaled herself upon me, and started riding me with every ounce of energy SHE had. And then she began to tire, so I rolled us over again and pounded away. And when she tried to roll us over another time, we fell off the bed onto the hardwood floor in a pile of blankets and sheets. And in the process, we knocked over the lamp on the bedside table. Still, breaking bulbs and heavy thuds onto hardwood didn't dissuade our lust for each other. I scooped Ashlyn up in my arms, lifted her and planted her against the wall. I hadn't noticed there was a painting hanging there, and after the first impact it fell off its hook and crashed onto the floor. I kicked my feet out of the way just in time, got a new grip on Ashlyn's hips, and then lifted her again to shove her against the now bare wall. And this time I was able to shove my dick into her pussy and start thrusting wildly inside of her while she wrapped her legs around my hips and shrieked like a banshee. Despite the frequent interruptions, Ashlyn had come twice already and I was rapidly both tiring and losing orgasmic control. I saw the wide, armless chair in the corner and staggered over to it, still with my cock embedded inside her snatch, and with a groan I sat down heavily. Ashlyn was able to get to her knees and use her legs to fuck herself up and down my pole while shoving her tits into my face. I licked and sucked and bit her while she flailed in my lap with her hands gripping the chair's backrest. And while she howled in her third climax, I grabbed Ashlyn's hips and yanked her down around my dick while I began to spit wad after wad of cum into her depths. My legs were pushing at the floor and I was leaning against the backrest so hard that I actually tilted the chair back a bit, the front legs lifting a couple inches off the ground while I geysered my second load into Ashlyn's sodden pussy. And after she howled and gyrated in my lap through her orgasm, the fucking fantastic redhead collapsed straight against my head, and the extra force toppled the chair backwards so that we hit the ground heavily. Ashlyn was laughing maniacally and I was letting out throaty chuckles at our predicament. I was still technically sitting in the chair, although I was flat on my back with my legs up and hooked over the edge of the seat. Ashlyn had gone sprawling onto the floor next to me but she quickly returned and started kissing me with new passion. Then, like a dog digging for its bone, Ashlyn knelt on all fours and tugged me back away from the chair and onto the floor. And once she had me free of the chair, she ducked her head down and began to slurp and gnaw at my half-hard cock. After she got me hard enough, Ashlyn decided she wanted to fuck in front of the dresser mirror. So we staggered over there and I bent her over the dresser, shoving my freshly erect dick into her snatch from behind while she swept her arm out to toss the vase of flowers and various knick-knacks onto the floor. Ashlyn started groaning as she watched me start pumping her through the mirror. Her eyes were wide and the sparkling blue shone with its own luminescence, and for a while I watched her tits bouncing in the mirror with my every thrust. After Ashlyn got off one more time, I found that my cock was able to glide in and out of her almost without any friction. Four of her orgasms and two of mine had dumped enough fluids inside her that my dick was swimming in a sea of mingled cum. Well, that wouldn't do for either of us. So Ashlyn just bent over until her face was against the mirror and her tits were on top of the dresser, and she reached back with both hands to spread her asscheeks wide. I was right on the same page as her, and I pulled my cock out of her saturated pussy and then pressed it against her anus. She moaned deeply and relaxed just long enough for me to shove the head through, and then Ashlyn was pushing herself upright against the mirror while I sank every ... single ... inch ... of my big dick up her asshole. If I thought her pussy was wonderful, Ashlyn's ass was heaven on earth. I had enough coated slickness to move with relative ease and yet she was so tight and constricting around my shaft. Ashlyn's ass felt so good as I fucked it that my eyes just rolled up in my head and I started drooling as I pounded away at her like a machine. And all the while, Ashlyn kept screaming. She had one hand against the mirror while her other was busy frigging her own clit. And I gripped her hips so hard that I knew I would be leaving bruises behind. But I didn't care. Ashlyn just had the most incredible body, built for fucking and made for me, and I let my mind float away to ecstasy as I fucked her with wild abandon. Ashlyn cried out her orgasm again and I kept reaming her out all the way through it. I ended up piledriving her ass so hard that the mirror started to crack beneath her hand. And when my orgasm came, I slammed Ashlyn's body so hard that her hips banged straight into the dresser and I absolutely exploded up her asshole. She screamed in mixed pain and pleasure, and I howled my release to the world as my entire body quaked, my hips bucking forward to compress her asscheeks repeatedly as I spat wad after wad of cum into Ashlyn's bowels. And when I was done filling her rectum with my load, I staggered straight back and then fell flat on my butt to the floor. Ashlyn had been leaning back against me trying to push her thighs away from the hard edge of the dresser. And when suddenly freed from my weight against her back, Ashlyn lost her balance and started falling back towards me. Her hand flailed out and she grabbed a handle on the dresser to catch her fall. But the handle was for a drawer, which pulled out and then the whole drawer popped free of the dresser and the heavy box went clattering to the ground while Ashlyn half-fell on me and half-fell beside me. We were both sore and bruising and tingling all over from our incredible orgasms. And we both started laughing over how crazy we had gotten. The door flew open then and a maid took two steps into the room, concern etched on her face from the racket and crashing sounds I'm sure we were making. But then the maid saw us amidst the rubble, laughing like idiots. The poor girl turned bright pink and covered her gaping mouth with one hand. And she bobbed her head before quietly exiting the room and then closing the door. That got Ashlyn and I laughing even harder, and after a minute she just rolled over to me and gave me the most powerful kiss I'd felt in a while. She kissed me so hard my head started spinning again and when the room settled down, I grinned in a goofy daze. "Oh, gawd. That was EXACTLY what I needed," Ashlyn panted. I was happy to have satisfied her. And after catching my breath, I started to seriously wonder how I felt about Ashlyn. Did I want her as my girlfriend? Did I want to make her a true part of my life? I'd been sleeping with her for just a week now, but I was already addicted. I already felt more for her than I'd ever felt for Rebecca or Mia. I NEEDED Ashlyn. "Where is this going, Ash? What's our relationship going to be?" I groaned. Ashlyn giggled before answering, "How about we just fuck like this as often as we can?" I sighed happily. "Deal." ------- It was after midnight when I crawled into bed with my wife, fresh from the shower after fucking one of her best friends. I was still riding the incredible high of an absolutely crazed sex session with Ashlyn. What we had done was purely physical, and yet I found myself craving to be near her even more. I'd always been attracted to the gorgeous redhead, but I realized I was developing feelings for her. But I felt guilty for having romantic thoughts about another woman. Cassandra had said it best. What I was feeling was not love. I loved what we were doing. I reminded myself of that when I thought of Ashlyn and how absolutely incredible I felt when I was with her. She sparked an energy inside me, brought out the wild animal I hadn't felt in some time. With Ashlyn, I felt like I could fuck all night, like I was superhuman. She just inspired me, and the adrenaline rush I got with her made me believe that we could do anything together. And I loved her for that feeling. But it wasn't love, I told myself. It was the greatest sex of my life, but not love. I snuggled my nose against Taylor's back as I spooned against her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and placed my palm over her growing belly. THIS was love. ------- The next morning, Saturday, Cassandra smirked at me when she found just how trashed was Ashlyn's room. I grumbled that it was REALLY Cassandra's fault. If she'd just gotten me off in the office, I wouldn't have been so out of control. My beautiful assistant just went about organizing things to get the room fixed up. Ashlyn herself merely giggled shyly and after breakfast, Kate pulled the redhead into her room so they could discuss the juicy details. I spent all morning just recovering from the previous night with Ashlyn. By afternoon, I was good as new. And then I pulled Taylor and Kate into bed to remind them how much I cared about them as well. My wife and girlfriend had an interesting give and tug relationship. Both craved my attention, which would show in little ways as they instinctually reached for me first. But Kate would consciously defer to Taylor, recognizing her "superior" position as my wife. At the same time, Taylor would push Kate towards me and hang back, graciously offering the younger woman the time and pleasure. I just got annoyed with the posturing and grabbed the both of them, pushing things so that all three of us were all over each other in one confused pile of naked flesh. That night, Rebecca and Mia came by the house for dinner, and the both of them wanted to visit the Underground Bar for old time's sake. ------- Sunday turned out to be a free-for-all. Our guests left, but I wound up fucking everyone who stayed home. It wasn't an organized orgy or anything. Cassandra just slipped into the shower with me in the morning. Ashlyn decided to be naughty and gave me a blowjob during breakfast in front of everyone. That got Kate so turned on that she dragged me into her bedroom. I had a lazy afternoon siesta with Taylor, including a languorous lovemaking session. After one peaceful orgasm, Taylor complained that I hadn't buttfucked her in a long while and we proceeded to rectify that situation by blasting a load up my wife's rectum. Then afterwards, my wife did the math to figure out who was left out and called Charlotte to play with me in the shower while she took her nap. After dinner, we practically started over. Kate and Ashlyn double-teamed me in the Playroom. There's something wonderful in the sight of two gorgeous models lying face-to-face with their tongues in each other's mouth and grinding their crotches together while I swapped back and forth from one hole to the next and then the next. And just when I thought my night was over, Taylor, Cassandra, and Charlotte all piled onto the Master Bed. I didn't get to sleep until 2am. And so ended the greatest sexual week of my life. I think I slept in until Tuesday. ------- "You know, Ash. This jacuzzi IS big enough for you to have your own seat." The gorgeous supermodel just rubbed her bikini-clad butt against my hardening cock and wriggled deeper into my grasp, pulling my arms around her. "I know. I just like it better this way." I sighed and glanced around. In a jacuzzi big enough for twenty, we were the only two people. But then the sky started turning orange as the sun started coming up over the horizon. With the infinity-edge to the jacuzzi, it seemed like we were sitting in the ocean itself as the golden orb peeked above the water. And my further protests went quiet. It was the day after Christmas. For some strange reason, I'd awoken obscenely early and just could not go back to sleep. So I slipped out from between Taylor and Cassandra and went to make myself some coffee. Sure I could have rung a bell and had someone from the staff do it for me. But I was a fully-capable human being and besides, it was the day after Christmas. I could let my staff rest in. Turned out, the coffee was already made. Ashlyn was in the kitchen just pouring herself a cup. And she turned at the sound of my feet. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked. "Nah. I'm just an early riser sometimes." She sipped her coffee. "I'm up this early about half the time. It's a beautiful sunrise from here." She waved a hand towards the windows open to the Atlantic. "I never got this view in Manhattan, and L.A. was all about sunsets." "Where do you usually go for the sunrise?" I asked as I stepped forward and began to pour my coffee. She flashed a smile at me. "Usually, I curl up in the family room by the big bay window. But every now and again, like this morning, I slip into the jacuzzi. Will you join me? I've already got it heating up." I chuckled and shrugged. "Why not? I'll run up and get my trunks." "Who said you needed trunks?" Ashlyn smiled and then stood. She walked over, took my hand, and then led me outside onto the backyard patio. The air was absolutely freezing, but the jacuzzi was already steaming into the early morning air and I hurried out of my robe and pajamas before slipping naked into the hot water. Ashlyn took just a little longer. She was prepared to come out to the jacuzzi and she wore a nice, but not overly skimpy bikini underneath her robe. Still in the bikini, she slid into the jacuzzi beside me and then promptly climbed into my lap. I made my comment about the tub having room enough for her to have her own seat, but then the sun started rising and I just lay back to enjoy it. And as the bright yellow disk rose above the horizon, Ashlyn continued to grind her ass against my rapidly hardening cock. "Ashlyn, what are you doing?" I asked. "Shh!" she hissed. "Don't ruin the moment." We went back to watching the sun come up, but she didn't stop grinding against me like a stripper's lap dance. I sighed and tried to focus on the sunrise. "It IS beautiful," I sighed. Ashlyn wrapped my arms tighter around her and sighed, "Yeah..." We stayed like that until the entire disk had cleared the horizon and it steadily rose into the sky. And then, almost absent-mindedly, Ashlyn slipped a hand down, pulled the strap of her bikini bottoms to the side, and then impaled herself on my dick. I stiffened up and started groaning as her incredibly tight pussy sank down around my member. She relocated my hands so that I was cupping her breasts, and quietly, with our eyes on the sunrise, Ashlyn and I made love. We didn't speak. We didn't need to. It wasn't a frantic fuck and it wasn't an out of control expression of lust. Ashlyn spent more time rotating in my lap than humping up and down. And shortly after she went still and let out a keening moan, I felt her inner muscles clenching and then I released to let my seed bubble up into her body. It was a beautiful moment. When we were both done, Ashlyn dismounted my cock then turned around and laid a fat kiss on me. We explored each other's mouths slowly, without hurry. And when we finally broke to catch our breath, the gorgeous young woman rested her forehead against mine with her eyes closed as we panted softly. We went a long while not moving, just breathing slowly as we took in the moment. I felt an upswelling of warm affection for this beautiful woman, and for a moment, I imagined what life would be like to do this every day. Ashlyn seemed to be of like mind, and she eventually pulled back just enough so that she could rub her nose against mine and sigh happily. "Johnny, I'm falling in love with you," she said softly. I smiled happily. My first instinct was simply happiness. How could I not be happy? A gorgeous woman who I was very, very fond of had told me she was falling in love with me. And I tilted my head so that we could come together for a beautifully tender kiss. But then I remembered Taylor. And I remembered Cassandra. And Kate. And oh man, my love life was complicated. But I couldn't help it. Every time I got together with Ashlyn, whether having sex or just having a conversation, I felt such an incredible connection to her. I was more confused than ever about my feelings for Ashlyn. I knew I would soon have to make a decision about her and about our relationship. She simply couldn't just stay a houseguest/renter/whatever. My feelings for her simply weren't stable. Either I would find away to bring her closer to me, as a lover and as a girlfriend, or I would have to push her away and out of my life. As it turned out, it wasn't a decision I would have to make. The two serious events that came during that last week before the New Year made my decision for me. ------- "Jonathan, we need to start putting together a press release for Taylor's pregnancy. Her baby bump is getting really hard to hide and the rumors are already flying on the streets." Cassandra fiddled with her tablet PC taking notes. I squeezed my wife's hand and nodded while she smiled at me. "Let's do it for the New Year. Sound good?" Both Cassandra and Taylor agreed. "Speaking of which," Cassandra began. "Have you two decided on which New Year's Eve party to attend?" Taylor sighed. "Do we have to? I'm getting too big to fit into a nice dress." I looked over to my wife. "YOU were the one telling me I had to keep up my social appearances. But I don't want to go to the Bellini party. It's going to be mostly models and I don't want to be near that many party drugs." Cassandra concurred while Taylor pouted, "But so many of my friends are going. Ashlyn and Kate want to go to that one." "You were just saying you didn't want to go out," I arched an eyebrow at my wife. "Besides, I don't know that I want those two going either. I mean, I know I have no control over Ashlyn, but I'm seriously going to ask Kate not to go to that one." "Imposing your boyfriend rights?" "Shouldn't I be bothered by my girlfriend going off to a cocaine-orgy without me?" Taylor shrugged. "Is Kate really your girlfriend? You're not public about that yet, and you have to make a more permanent decision about her soon. The telemags ran another segment on you and her from that visit to Vermont yesterday." "They followed us to Vermont?" I asked with an arched eyebrow. "No. Some kid with a camera phone sent in the pics," Cassandra corrected. "But with the rumors of Taylor's pregnancy, this thing with Kate could get ugly." I sighed. "Well I'm not dumping her. It'd break her heart." "Then just go public already," Taylor put her hand on mine. "I keep telling you, take her to a nice restaurant and get a few publicity photos and move on. If she's your girlfriend, you should treat her like one." "But I'm married!" "So? This is the 21st Century, Johnny." Taylor rubbed my hand. "Besides, it's counterproductive to tell Kate she's your girlfriend if you keeping hiding her away like a mistress. She's getting antsy and starting to worry that you don't really care about her." I took a deep breath and rubbed my left hand over the lower half of my face. "Come on, Johnny. You know I'm right. Really, what's the worst that could happen? I still love you. I'm still having your baby. And even more men around the world will be jealous of you." Taylor grinned. "Plus, you'll have a very excited Kate who will want to show you her gratitude." I chuckled. I knew how much I liked people wanting to "thank" me. Even Cassandra cracked a smile when she saw the look on my face. "You two are really okay with this?" "We love you, Jonathan," my assistant put in first. "As long as we have that, everything else works out." Taylor nodded. I took a deep breath and then made my decision. "Okay, let's do this. I'll take Kate as my date to Alessandro's party. His guests will skew more TV than modeling, but it's a decent mix of business and the Manhattan culture crowd. There'll be plenty of paparazzi to confirm Kate as my date, and Taylor can stay home." My two ladies looked at each other, communicated something without words, and then nodded to me. "Okay. I'll go tell Kate." ------- Kate decided to enthusiastically celebrate the upcoming public announcement of our relationship. Even better, after my girlfriend drained me of two loads of semen, Kate was invited by Taylor to stay with us in the big bed, and you'd never seen a happier girl as the young blonde fell asleep in my arms. ------- The next day at breakfast, Kate was bubbly and cheery and oh-so-excited. By stark contrast, Ashlyn was quiet and reserved. The young platinum blonde spent a minute trying to engage her best friend in conversation before asking. "What's eating you? Are you upset that we're not going to the Bellini party?" "No, no. That's okay." "Well, you've GOT to come with us to Alessandro's. I hear there's a young TV cop from CBS who's got a serious crush on you." "Kate, will you stop trying to set me up?" Ashlyn sighed. Only her voice wasn't a tease. It seemed to be a quite sincere request to butt out. "Fiiine." Kate rolled her eyes and started chatting up Charlotte. She was in too good a mood for it to be ruined by Ashlyn's momentary return to moroseness. I briefly worried about Ashlyn's mood. After all, she had just recently come off a serious bout of depression and she was very confused about her feelings for me. I wanted to engage Ashlyn in conversation, but the beautiful redhead wouldn't meet my gaze. And then Cassandra was asking me to join her in the office to go over some prep work for the New Year, and I left to go attend to business. That night would be the last night of peace I had for the year. ------- The next morning, I was awoken by the most agonizing scream I'd ever heard in my life. A second later, someone's hand was pounding against my shoulder and I felt like the entire bed was being lifted up and thrown over. I rolled away from the pounding hand and managed to sit up, my eyes blinking rapidly as I tried to find the intruder in the room. Only I found that the only people in the room were me and Taylor. Taylor was the source of the pounding hand. She was flailing left and right with both arms, punching at everything while she shrieked her head off. Her dark hair was a mess, flailing in every direction. Great waterfalls of tears were pouring down her cheeks and her mouth permanently gaped open as she howled her rage at the heavens. "NO!!! NO!!! NO!!!" I moved to grab her. I wanted to physically hold my wife and do whatever I could to calm her down. But then I saw it. Our sheets were a white linen, pure and clean and unbelievably comfortable. But between Taylor's legs I noticed some red spotting. There was blood on our sheets. And Taylor wailed in a voice so loud and so full of sorrow that I was certain the world was coming to an end. "WHY???" she screamed. Just then, Cassandra and Charlotte both burst into the room with anxiety on their faces. I managed to wrap Taylor up in my arms, and immediately she collapsed against me, sobbing uncontrollably while she buried her face against my neck. Charlotte was already on the phone. A half-hour later, the doctor gave us the confirmation: Taylor had suffered a miscarriage. ------- At 9am, Taylor cried herself to sleep in my arms. She'd donned a pad for the bleeding, but the pain hadn't gone away and so she was still fitful. Sometime after she was asleep, Cassandra came and slid into the bed beside us. As if reading my mind, Cassandra wrapped up Taylor in her arms and then head- nodded me towards the door. I took a deep breath, and then looked at my assistant with thanks before slipping off the bed. I went to the bathroom first to clean myself up, including the blood on my arms from where Taylor had grabbed me. My hair was a mess. My face was haggard. And my eyes were bloodshot. I'd just lost my baby. I closed my eyes and took a long few minutes just breathing heavily. My stomach gurgled and I decided to go downstairs and get something to eat as we'd missed breakfast time. Once I got some food in me I'd return to my bedroom to hold my wife. Dorothy offered her sincere condolences with some toast and juice. I didn't eat much. I didn't have an appetite but I shoveled some stuff down just to quiet my stomach. But when it came time to go back up the stairs, I found that I didn't want to return just yet. I wanted to be with my wife, but I didn't want to face the reality of my lost baby, either. So aimlessly, I walked through the rest of the house, just cruising down corridors for a few minutes. Inevitably, I passed by the guest areas. Kate and Ashlyn were in Ashlyn's bedroom and Kate jumped to her feet when she saw me. "John!" the young blonde exclaimed. She quickly ran up and hugged me, saying, "I'm so sorry. How's Taylor?" "She's sleeping right now." I patted Kate's back and sagged into her embrace for a minute before pulling away. Then I looked over to Ashlyn, whom I was expecting to also offer her sympathies. But Ashlyn just stared off into space, zombie-like. For a second I was upset. One of her best friends had just had a miscarriage and she couldn't even be bothered to comment? But then when Ashlyn turned to look at me, I saw the haunted look in the beautiful redhead's eyes. "What's going on?" I asked. "Uh, uh," Kate stalled. "It can wait. Ashlyn's just feeling a bit under the weather today. You should go back to Taylor." But there was something in Ashlyn's expression that gave me pause. Something serious was going on and if nothing else but a desperate need to not think about my lost baby, I firmly but gently pushed Kate aside and went to the bed where Ashlyn was sitting. I crouched before her and looked up into her face. Ashlyn's brilliant blue eyes were a dull sheen, but she held my gaze. "Ashlyn? Are you okay?" Kate interjected, "This isn't the time. It can wait until tomorrow." "What can wait?" I turned to Kate with a puzzled but insistent expression on my face. Then I looked back to Ashlyn. Whatever else was going on around me, a woman I cared about looked upset and I wanted to do whatever I could to make things better. Ashlyn glanced just once at Kate before saying in a quiet voice, "I'm late." I didn't understand immediately. "I'm late. My period's late." She took a deep breath. "I was due a week ago. I've been late before, but not this late." I gulped and reached my arms up to Ashlyn's shoulders. "Are you sure?" She opened up her hands, which until now had been pressed together palm to palm. And in between them was a home pregnancy test. There were two clear pink lines, bold and almost red. I'd seen it before, when Taylor had picture messaged me her own pregnancy test. Ashlyn said in a soft voice, "You're the only man I've been with." I gasped and stared at the wand in disbelief. After all, Kaitlyn's pregnancy test had been a false positive back when she was eighteen. "How?" I asked. "Aren't you on the pill?" She nodded. "Then how?" Could I really see two false positives in my life from women on the pill? "It must have been that first time, after I showed myself to you in the pool." I looked at her uncomprehendingly. Kate moved up and started rubbing Ashlyn's shoulders. The redhead scrunched up her face and looked down, on the verge of tears. Kate started in. "She was depressed for weeks, John. She completely stopped taking care of herself. She wouldn't shower unless Taylor or I physically pushed her into it. She wasn't brushing her teeth or changing her clothes..." Kate took a deep breath. "Or taking her pills." I remembered that first night. I was lost to the delirium of the greatest sex of my life and for the first time in years, I'd cum inside the pussy of a woman other than Taylor or Cassandra. At the time, I hadn't worried. I considered it a minor betrayal to my loves, but I felt passionately for Ashlyn and I wasn't worried about pregnancy. I knew Ashlyn had been quite sexually active and it never occurred to me that she'd stopped taking her pills, however briefly. Her period had probably started almost immediately. And I would have made love to her right smack in the middle of her fertile time two weeks later. My hand went and covered my gasping mouth as my eyes went wide as the implications sunk into me. I stood up then and Ashlyn just started crying. So for the second time that day, I stepped forward and embraced a sobbing woman. And I held Ashlyn in my arms until she got herself under control. "Johnny, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you. I'm so sorry," she whimpered against my chest. But when she was done, I couldn't speak to her. There were just too many emotions and too many thoughts going through my head. I had just lost my baby. I had a new baby. I wasn't going to be a father anymore. Now I was GOING to be a father again. My wife was in pain for losing her baby. Ashlyn was in pain for finding out she was going to have a baby. It was all just too much. Pinching my own eyes and put both hands on my head, threatening to tear out my own hair. I staggered out of the room and raced out onto the back patio. And then, in a throat-tearing roar that rivaled any howl Taylor had raged against the heavens, I screamed. ------- I woke up the next morning with Taylor resting her head on my chest. When she realized I was awake, she turned and then slid high enough to press her lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around my wife's back and head, pulling her more closely to me. And then we lost ourselves to the passion of our kiss. Love. I loved my wife. I loved her with every fiber of my being. And I knew that no matter what, we would go on, despite the miscarriage. There would be other children, other chances. I didn't know yet what I was going to do about the Ashlyn situation, but I truly believed that Taylor and I would figure it out. After several long minutes, I was resting on my back with Taylor pillowing her head on my chest again. Idly, I stroked her hair while she rubbed her fingers on my belly. Eventually, she sat up and gave me a hopeful expression, her dark blue eyes opened wide. "Well, I've been DYING for a Cosmo." Taylor smiled shakily with her attempt at humor. I just reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. Yesterday, Taylor had been completely despondent. Now, she was merely morose, and that faint emotion of hope was growing. Cassandra knocked shortly after and entered with a maid, who brought us breakfast in bed. Cassandra then took a deep breath and glanced out the door. "Jonathan, Taylor, there are some friends who'd like to see you." Cassandra gave me a LOOK with her eyes, and then a warning to Taylor as well. Taylor's initial gladness at the idea of her friends coming up was tempered by Cassandra's look. And then something non-verbal passed between my loves before Taylor steeled herself and nodded. Ashlyn and Kate came in dressed casually. It was the first time either of them was seeing Taylor since two nights prior. "How are you Taylor?" Kate asked as she approached the bed and then sat down at the foot of it. Ashlyn took the opposite side towards my feet. "I'm okay. I'm far from happy, but I'll be alright." "I'm so sorry," Kate said softly. "I know. Me, too," Taylor shrugged, trying to put up a brave front. "I'm sorry," Ashlyn said sincerely to Taylor. Then she took a deep breath, glanced at me, then returned to Taylor to say much more emphatically, "I'm sorry." Taylor seemed prepared for SOME upsetting news, most likely from Cassandra's warning. Our food was forgotten as Taylor focused in on the redhead. "I'm guessing you've got something to tell me. Something I'm not going to like hearing?" Ashlyn looked down. "I would have told you yesterday as soon as I found out. But yesterday was kind of a bad day for you." "Found out what?" Ashlyn took a deep breath and then glanced at me again. When she looked back to Taylor, her eyes lasered in. "I'm pregnant, Taylor. It's Johnny's." Taylor's jaw dropped and then she looked back and forth between me and her friend. My jaw was clenched and I wasn't sure how to react. I certainly wanted to support Ashlyn as the mother of my child, but at the same time Taylor was my wife and there was no question she was my priority. As attracted to Ashlyn as I felt and as much as I cared for her well-being, I LOVED Taylor. "Are you sure?" Taylor asked with the same fierce intensity I'd asked yesterday morning. Ashlyn nodded. "We visited the doctor yesterday. It's confirmed." "How?" Taylor asked. So Kate and Ashlyn told the whole story. For me, hearing it a second time just rammed every detail home. And when the girls finished, Ashlyn started crying again. Taylor was just stunned. I knew how she felt. One minute, she was mourning the loss of her own child. The next minute, she was finding out her husband had impregnated one of her best friends. She'd steeled herself for some bad news. She'd seen the warnings and she'd done her best to calm herself. But for certain kinds of news, there simply is no way to be prepared. And now, Taylor's face was ghost white. Kate and Ashlyn had finished their recap and we were all now waiting for Taylor to respond. A minute passed in silence, then two. You could feel the tension in the air and I found that I was partially holding my breath, waiting to see how my wife eventually reacted. "Get out." Taylor blinked twice and a tear squeezed out to form a line down her cheek. Ashlyn blanched immediately and took on a pleading expression. Taylor's eyes sharpened and a look of murderous rage came over her face. "GET. OUT." In tears, Ashlyn fled the room. Kate quickly followed after her. "Taylor..." I said soothingly and reached for her arm. My wife spun, the murderous gaze now focused on me. "You CAME in her?" I winced. Then, with deliberately slowness, I nodded. "Get out," my wife said coldly. She indicated with her head towards the door. "Taylor," I pleaded. "You knocked up one of my best friends. SHE'S going to have your baby before ME, your WIFE. Now get OUT of my SIGHT!" Taylor said shrilly, but without raising her voice. I think I would have been less afraid if she'd started yelling. The quiet intensity of Taylor's voice spooked the hell out of me. Cassandra looked at me with concern, but I couldn't meet her eyes. Silently, I got off the bed and left the room. ------- I stood just outside my bedroom door with my head hanging. How had I managed to so completely fuck things up? Would Taylor forgive me for this? For the first time in our marriage, I had a sliver of doubt whether Taylor and I would last forever. A couple minutes into my ruminations, the door opened again and Cassandra came out, her face grave. Automatically, I turned to her for support and we came together for a fierce hug. "She kicked me out, too," Cassandra lamented. "What's going to happen?" I whimpered as I felt the first tears starting to come to my face. "I don't know," Cassandra sighed and rubbed my back. "But no matter what, I'll always be with you." There was an ominous undercurrent in Cassandra's voice and I blinked twice while pulling away to look at her face. "What are you saying?" Cassandra's eyebrows canted to the sides and her jaw quivered. "I'm not sure. I can usually read both of you pretty well. You have your fights and your spats, but this is just so much bigger." "But Taylor and I will work it out, right?" "I hope so. She's pretty upset right now." Cassandra sighed. "I'm not saying your marriage is irreparably ruined, Jonathan. But trust that I'll always be here for you. I love Taylor, but through you. I'm on your side, okay?" My jaw quivered. I knew Cassandra was trying to reassure me, but as the tears started rolling down my cheeks, I said, "You each are the legs supporting me. I need both of them to stand." ------- Cassandra held me for a few minutes before tilting my face to hers and then dropping a sweetly passionate kiss on my lips. She nodded her head slowly and then said reassuringly, "I'll talk to her." "Didn't she just kick you out?" "I can be pretty stubborn when I want to." A small smirk came onto Cassandra's face. "Go find Ashlyn." Cassandra then went back to the Master Bedroom, turning to smile at me before she went inside. I found Kate and Ashlyn in the Common Room, curled up together on a plush sofa. I went over to join them by sitting on a nearby chair. Misery loves company. "She kicked me out, too," I said by way of explanation when the girls looked up at me. Ashlyn was sobbing with her face against Kate's chest. But eventually, she got her tears under control enough to glance over at me. The redhead managed to burble, "I'll have an abortion." "No!" Kate cut in loud enough and harsh enough to grab my attention. Then the blonde looked imploringly at me. "No, you can't let her." Ashlyn looked at Kate like she was a crazy woman. Kate just continued. "You can't let her." "Why not?" I interjected and then turned to Ashlyn. "Ash, do you want to keep the baby?" Ashlyn just paled and the tears kept streaming, but she didn't answer me right away. Kate spoke softly. "She had an abortion when she was nineteen. It broke her heart. I was one of her best friends and I could do nothing but stand there as Ashlyn nearly killed herself with grief. You can't let her do it again. Please, John. Please don't make her abort it. Too many terrible things have been happening to her lately." My heart went out to her. Ashlyn was 25 now, but curled up and crying she looked like a broken-down teenager again. She was visibly shivering despite the warm temperature of the room. And the internal war over her baby frightened the hell out of her. Could she really abort another child? If she didn't, could she really risk ruining my family and damaging her relationship with Taylor? At the same time, it wasn't all her decision. I had some choices to make as well. Aborting the baby would be the easiest for me. One pregnancy with non-spouse erased. No paternity questions, no astronomical child-support payments, no protracted court battles. But like it or not, life had been created. Life derived from ME. I slipped across the room and knelt beside the sofa. One hand went to Ashlyn's knee and my other touched her shoulder. "Ashlyn, I'm here for you. I'm not running away from this and I'm not going to try and hide it. Whatever you want to do, I'll support it. I'll support you. We'll make it work." A ray of hope came into her sparkling blue eyes. It was clear from her expression that she didn't want to have an abortion. She wanted her baby, unplanned or not. "You'll really have this baby with me?" Taking a deep breath, I said, "I will." In that moment, we were bonded tightly. Together, Ashlyn and I had created life. Her hands went up to my head and my hands clutched her shoulders, and we came together in a firm, but tender kiss. Ashlyn moaned into my mouth and for the first time when I wasn't in the middle of an amazing orgasm, I released my emotions. I adored this woman. I was even a little in love with her. I wanted her as a part of my life and I wanted to meet the child she was now carrying. "Ashlyn..." I hummed. For the first time, she cracked a smile and actually giggled, "We're having a baby, Johnny!" There was some excitement in her voice. But when we pulled back to look at each other, her eyes were tight. With obvious concern in her voice, Ashlyn asked, "What about Taylor?" I exhaled slowly. I didn't have an immediate answer. I stared off, out the window and to a distant point on the horizon. I wanted this baby with Ashlyn. I wanted my wife. There would be no compromise. There would be no giving up one or the other. I promised to myself and said aloud, "We'll make it work." ------- Twenty minutes later, I was sitting upright on the sofa while Ashlyn was curled beneath my left arm. Her legs were pulled beneath her and her face was pressed against my chest. I just held her tightly with my left arm while my right hand idly ran through her copper hair. She wasn't crying anymore. She wasn't even sad anymore. I'd reassured her that I'd stand by her and the baby, no matter what. We didn't need to talk further, and all that was left was the sound of her heavy breathing. Twice, I checked to see if she'd somehow fallen asleep. But her eyes were wide both times, darting back and forth as she was clearly in thought. Kate gave me a pained look every now and again. At first, she'd sat beside her friend just giving warm touches and caresses to remind Ashlyn that she was there. Then, she would be stroking my arm and looking to draw strength from my steady example. Or like now, she sat on the nearby chair just wondering what the hell was going through her friend's mind. Out of this relative silence came Taylor's sharp voice. "Ashlyn." We all turned and looked up at Taylor, obvious fear in Ashlyn's eyes. Cassandra was standing behind Taylor, her face neutral. I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. Taylor herself had an expression was completely unreadable Ashlyn's face went ashen and biting her lower lip, she looked over at me. "I'm sorry Johnny. I can't do this to her." Then taking a deep breath, Ashlyn looked at Taylor and said, "It's okay, Taylor. I'll get an abortion. I don't want to cause any trouble for you or Johnny." "Ashlyn," Taylor said firmly again, and this time the redhead didn't speak. Taylor took a deep breath and then asked in a gentle voice, "Do you want to keep the baby?" Ashlyn took a long few seconds to look at me, and Kate, and then again at Taylor. She licked her lips with an anguished expression. And then crying, she started to nod her head 'yes'. Taylor sighed and began to nod in acceptance. My eyes went wide as the ramifications of everything started to sink into my brain, and I felt the first rays of hope that this unexpected pregnancy wouldn't somehow destroy every relationship around me. And that hope blossomed into a fireball as a smile began to cross my wife's face. Taylor leaned forward and took Ashlyn's hands into her own. Squeezing them gently, my wife smiled and said in a soothing voice, "Then keep the baby. Congratulations, Ashlyn. I'm happy for you." ------- Have I mentioned how incredible my wife is? I swear, there's not another woman on Earth quite like her. How many other women could have faced what Taylor had just faced, and then twenty minutes later walk up in support of the woman bearing her husband's child? At first, I moved to release Ashlyn but Taylor bid me stay where I was. Then she moved around beside Ashlyn on the other side, and then together we held the trembling redheaded supermodel who just looked back and forth at us with a bewildered expression on her face. "How can this work out?" Ashlyn asked softly once she got her panic under control. "Well, we can keep it under wraps for a few months," Taylor said rationally as she glanced at Cassandra. I had a feeling my personal assistant had been the one to logically lay out a plan. "But once your bump starts to show, the paparazzi will be all over you. We'll go public then that Johnny is the father." "Won't that cause you two problems?" Ashlyn glanced up. I shrugged. "I stopped paying attention to the media a long time ago. They threw a hissy fit over Kaitlyn and Natalie in Vegas, but it disappeared after two days." Taylor looked at me, "This will be much more permanent than two days, Johnny." "I know, I know." I looked down to see Ashlyn staring at me wide-eyed. "Are you going to be okay with the scrutiny?" She blinked and then nodded. "I'm used to getting hounded. At least out here, the photogs can't even get close. And by taking the helicopter back and forth, you really avoid most everything." "But not always..." "I'm fine. Having a baby ... Johnny, having YOUR baby, is far bigger and better than some minor media scrutiny," Ashlyn sighed and then wrapped her arms around my torso while Taylor rubbed her back. "But Johnny?" Ashlyn said in a quiet voice before looking at Taylor and then back to me. "What about us?" I glanced at my wife before turning my attention to the gorgeous redhead. "What about us?" "Are you ... just the father to my baby? Or might we be..." Ashlyn blushed and looked at Taylor again, this time with a guilty expression. "Might we be more?" I sighed and checked my wife for any signs of jealousy. She'd shown remarkably little jealousy for our entire relationship. She never saw Kaitlyn and Lindsay as threats. And despite my extremely intimate relationship with Cassandra, the two were never in competition with each other. And she knew my thing with Kate wasn't for the long run. But Ashlyn ... and a baby ... would be much more permanent. For the first time in memory, Taylor looked at me with a completely blank expression. It wasn't that she was hiding her feelings; she honestly didn't know. My wife shrugged and managed to communicate that she really wasn't sure how to advise me in this situation. So I went with my instinct. I held Ashlyn's head and pulled her to me. Then gently, I kissed her forehead and stroked her scalp. "We'll figure it out, Ash. What happens, happens." She sighed, clearly not satisfied with the answer. We'd danced around our attraction to one another for over a year without ever really talking about the way we felt for each other. She had been off-limits as Taylor's good friend and I'd locked away my emotions towards her for much of the time I'd known the gorgeous supermodel. Now that we were faced with a situation that might permanentlyl force those emotions to the surface, I didn't know how I'd react. Ashlyn exhaled and then took a deep breath. And then she turned to my wife and moved their hands together. "I was jealous of you, Taylor. I've always been envious of you and your life. And I idolized you growing up in the modeling world." Taylor arched an eyebrow. "Me? I was never that big until I met Johnny." "Maybe you weren't the biggest name on the planet, but all the people in the industry had a ton of respect for you. You were gorgeous, you were successful, and you did it without pissing on the people around you. Your friends LOVE you, Taylor. You had it all, the Maxim cover shoots, the lingerie lines, and the high- fashion, too. And then you went and snagged the handsome, wealthy, and sweet Jonathan Kwong. Yeah, I may have won People's Most Beautiful, but I was still in awe of you." Taylor smiled proudly and glanced at me. Then Ashlyn hung her head and continued, pinching her eyebrows together. "I think I hooked up with Marty because I was hoping he'd be like you, Johnny. Finance guy. Charming. He had some qualities that reminded me of you." I leaned back, uncomfortable with the idea that Martin Dean and I were alike in any way. Ashlyn picked up on the vibe and then touched my cheek. "But he wasn't anything like you. He didn't care for me like you do for Taylor. He treated Kate like a toy. It was expected of his position. It's expected of your position. But you don't treat women like that. Here, in this household, everyone always has a choice. And because you give them that choice, they choose you." "Not always." "Maybe not. But again, that's a choice they're free to make." Ashlyn sighed. "Just like now, I have a choice. It's a decision that could radically change BOTH your lives, but you let me make it. So it's an easy choice. I choose to keep this baby. I choose to make myself a part of your family, if you'll have me. I can't describe how happy I would be as a sister to Taylor. And for you, Johnny, will you have me? With you?" Ashlyn took a deep breath and then hugged herself to my chest. "We don't know each other that well," she admitted. "But I've always felt a connection. It's so easy to fall in love with you." I looked at the gorgeous young woman, her blue eyes piercing straight into my soul. It would be so easy to fall in love with her as well. Ashlyn gasped when I brushed her hair back from her face and held her face in my hands. And then I bent and pressed my lips to hers. And at that moment, the passion of our lovemaking roared back into my head. Ashlyn had a power over me. She made me delirious with her very touch and soon we were both moaning into our embrace. But I didn't forget where I was or who I was with. I broke away before I got too carried away kissing Ashlyn. I smiled at Kate and then turned to Taylor, who was watching us intently. My wife had made Ashlyn off-limits in the first place because she suspected the power her friend could have over me. And now that suspicion was coming true right in her face. I gave one last look at Taylor. She'd made her own decision even before she came down here, and she fractionally nodded to me. So I looked down at Ashlyn, who was still panting from the head rush of our kiss. "Okay," I said. "Let's give love a chance." ------- I walked through the day as if in a trance. As these things tend to do, word spread through the house like wildfire. The staff seemed as stunned as I was. It was easy to feel sad for Taylor and every staff member we ran into extended their sympathies for our loss. But it took me physically holding Ashlyn's hand and walking her through the house as well before the staff got over their initial shock and awkwardness and began to congratulate Ashlyn on her pregnancy. It wasn't that the staff had any problems with Ashlyn. For all her naturally self- absorbed behavior, she was polite to them and never abusive. She knew these people had access to her laundry (clean and otherwise), her food, and her secrets. But watching how they reacted to the news was like a test run for when the world found out. And the world would find out. Everything just felt so overwhelming that it was surreal. Several times, I imagined I would wake up the next day and everything would be as they were used to be: with Taylor pregnant and Ashlyn not. When bedtime came, I emerged from the bathroom to find Taylor and Ashlyn facing each other in bed, wearing their pajamas. I stood back and gave them space as the two friends whispered to each other, staring into each other's eyes and stroking cheeks. Every now and again, one or the other would give reassuring nods and perhaps a soft peck on the lips. And after ten minutes, Taylor finally turned and beckoned me to them. Fully dressed, we shifted until I was sandwiched between the two gorgeous supermodels. Taylor actually turned me so that I was spooned behind Ashlyn, my left arm running beneath her pillow and back to hold her from the other side. Taylor then moved my hand onto Ashlyn's belly, still taut with muscled abs beneath my fingers. Then my wife spooned behind me and whispered, "Let go. Let yourself love her. She needs it. And your baby needs it. Let go." I didn't have the strength or conviction yet to say the words. But I let my head tilt forward and I brushed Ashlyn's coppery hair to the side. I kissed the back of Ashlyn's neck before resting my head against hers. And as my arms circled tighter to draw the beautiful young woman against me, I let down my mental barriers. From the moment I laid eyes on her I was smitten. I'd known intellectually who Ashlyn Scott was and Taylor had mentioned her as a model friend on occasion, but that first time we met in person, she'd taken my breath away. Attraction had turned to lust. But repression of that lust had turned to desire. The mere sight of her would quicken my heart, even if it was something as innocent as a lunch with my wife by my side. Desire had turned to jealousy when Ashlyn hooked up with Martin Dean. Jealousy turned to concern when she showed up on my doorstep having been beaten by him. And when concern and desire came together, so did my care for her. I didn't yet know if I truly loved her. I certainly wasn't in love with her the same way as with Taylor. But I did care deeply for Ashlyn's well-being. And I craved to have her be a part of my life. And so I let go. I stopped thinking about her as an "off-limits" beauty. I stopped thinking of her as a beautiful temptress. I even stopped thinking of her as the "most beautiful woman in the world". She was just Ashlyn. And I wanted to make her happy. ------- The next day, December 31, was a quiet day. I spent a lot of time with Ashlyn, just talking. I spent a lot of time with Taylor, just loving. We all stayed in for New Year's Eve. ------- JANUARY "So deep ... so good..." the young platinum blonde beneath me crooned while I slowly chugged in and out of her tight slit. Our fingers were interlaced as I held her hands against the mattress just above her head. From this position, I could use my forearms as leverage to keep my weight from crushing her much smaller body and yet have my face just inches away from hers. Every so often, Kate would crane her neck to kiss me softly or perhaps just rub her nose against mine. I panted with the exertion and she rolled her hips into me with every thrust. Our lovemaking was tender. I lost track of how much time we moved together in that horizontal lambada, but sometime after Kate's second orgasm I felt the swelling in my balls as I prepared to fire away my load. "I want it in me," she said quietly. Immediately, my eyebrows canted to the sides in apology. "I can't," I groaned. Her lips formed a tight line, but she closed her eyes and nodded sadly. I could read the mild disappointment on her face, but when she opened her eyes up again, there was acceptance in her expression. "In my ass, then." I arched an eyebrow, but Kate wriggled her crotch away from me and I pulled my cock free of her sodden slot. Taking hold of my member, I re-aimed a little lower while the young model rolled her hips to bring her butt up, and as I pushed the mushroom head through her anus, I felt the slickness of Astroglide lubrication. Kate had been prepared. With a groan from both of us, I slid all the way down into Kate's bowels and picked up the rhythm where we'd left off. I knew I wouldn't last much longer. Already on the verge of orgasm, the tight constriction and heat of Kate's anal chute were overwhelming, and after a dozen or so strokes, I pushed all the way down and then let fly, splattering her insides with my hot cum. Just as I was cumming, Kate picked her head up to me and kissed me fiercely, her tongue carving through my mouth as the climax ripped through my body. Our hands gripped each other tightly, only beginning to relax when my ab muscles released and I started to come down from my sexual high. In these few seconds after ejaculation, my mind was completely clear. I floated on a cloud of pure bliss and I drowsily smiled with deep satisfaction. It was in this state that Kate made her final play for me. "I love you, John." I felt a thousand fuzzy butterflies float through my body as I heard those words. And as I smiled down at the beautiful woman beneath me, I squeezed her hands and opened my mouth to return the sentiment. But I didn't. "I..." I began, and Kate's eyes sparkled as the hope swelled up inside her. I took a breath as reason returned to my brain. "You're sweet, Katie," I said softly. She blinked twice, unable to hide her disappointment. I hated to hurt her, but I just couldn't say the words. I loved what we were doing, but I just didn't feel for her the same way as I did for Taylor or Cassandra. Hell, I didn't even feel as passionately about her as I did Ashlyn. After I pulled out, I flopped onto my back and I stared at the ceiling trying to think of a way to make it up to her. Kate herself just lay where I left her, idly rubbing her clit while sighing and doing some heavy thinking herself. It came to me then. "We should go out on the town tomorrow night. Pick a restaurant, any restaurant. It'll just be the two of us." I'd always planned to step out in public with Kate as my date. Sooner or later, I would have to make that decision to make clear that I was polyamorous. Sure, lots of wealthy men were screwing multiple women. But I'd made it clear that I didn't want to be one of those guys hiding away his mistresses. So the only choice was to be public and honest about it. Unfortunately, my planned announcement for New Year's Eve had gotten derailed by Ashlyn's pregnancy and Taylor's miscarriage. But I supposed it was better late than never. Kate rolled up to me and kissed my cheek. "Really?" She asked. "I'm finally going public?" "Yes you are, girlfriend of Jonathan Kwong," I said warmly. And then I leaned over to kiss her. We had plenty of time for a shower and then round 2. ------- I hadn't seen Kate for the entire day. Taylor joked that the young model was spending the whole time in her room getting primped up and trying on a hundred dresses in order to figure out just the right one. It made sense to me since Ashlyn was holed up in the room with her as well. I was supposed to "pick her up" at 8pm. The restaurant Kate had chosen was black tie and very upscale, so I was dressed to impress and Taylor helped to make sure I looked suitably dashing. "Can you believe you're helping me get ready for an actual 'date' with another woman?" I asked. Taylor shrugged and replied, "It's just Kate." "Still. This will be my first evening 'date' with a woman other than you. I haven't even gone out for a public, romantic evening with Cassandra." Taylor smiled sweetly and said, "I'm helping a wonderful man get ready for an evening where he's going to make one of my friends very, very happy." I turned and kissed my wife, but then she rubbed her thumb over my lips to make sure she hadn't transferred her lipstick. She grinned. "Still, it wouldn't do for you to go on a date with Kate wearing another woman's lipstick." At 7:56pm I collected the beautiful bouquet of flowers Cassandra had ordered for me and I headed downstairs. But when I hit the main foyer, my heart stopped. Kate stood there in jeans and a baggy sweater. Her hair was loose and tucked beneath a stylishly cute hat. She looked good, but her attire certainly wasn't for a black tie dinner. But what really killed me was that her suitcases were packed and ready by the front door. I was hit with a sudden wave of déjà vu and as vertigo set in, Taylor had to catch me and set me against a railing lest I fall flat on my face. "You're leaving?" I managed to croak to Kate, my throat dry. Evident pain was on my face. The pretty platinum blonde looked at the floor and nodded, nervously playing with her own fingers. She looked up at me then and said, "I can't stay, John." "But, but why?" "I..." she took a deep breath and glanced down for a moment before fixing her dark eyes back on me. "I want more than what you can give me." Kate looked down and away from me, as if ashamed for having desires that didn't include me. But then, as I looked at her, I realized that this was exactly what I'd been hoping for her. True, I'd miss her. But she deserved more than what I could give her, and it seemed that she finally had realized it. Getting my balance, I walked forward quickly to stand right in front of her. The young platinum blonde still wouldn't meet my gaze, but I gently brought her chin up with my hand until she looked at me. "I'm so proud of you," I said with a warm smile. Kate looked rather confused by my comment. "You want love?" I asked softly and dropped my hand away. She hesitated a moment then nodded. "You deserve it, Kate," I said earnestly. "You're WORTH it." She seemed to finally understand what I was getting at. "Thank you," she said and stood up a little straighter, with confidence. "So what made you decide right now, tonight?" Kate shrugged, "This date. I realized that if I really want to go out there and find a man of my own, a man who will love me the way I want to be loved, I can't go out in public as your girlfriend. It would just complicate things too much." "What, you'd be embarrassed to have me publicly linked to you?" I teased. She grinned. "No, no. You're just too intimidating. No man would want to be my boyfriend immediately after Jonathan Kwong ... billionaire." "But you are going to find a boyfriend, right? Someone who will treat you like a girlfriend?" "Yeah," Kate smiled. "Someone who will treat me as an equal. Someone who won't just throw money at me if I sleep with them. I'm not a mistress anymore. I'm not a sex toy anymore." Taylor stepped forward. "Good for you, Kate." And then Taylor wrapped up the younger woman in a hug. "Do you already have somewhere to go?" "Yeah," Kate patted Taylor's back. "I just talked to M&M. They'll let me crash at their place until I get on my feet." I blushed at the mention of Maile and Milena. Kate caught my flush and then added, "I'm sure we'll have a LOT to talk about..." There was a confident tease in her voice. Then Kate came over and hugged me warmly. "Thank you, John. Thanks for being such a sweet guy. And thanks for showing me that I'm worth more than just a plaything." She released me and then stepped back. An impish grin came to the platinum blonde's face and she coyly said, "By the way, if you ever want to go for a Ferris Wheel ride ... let me know." Then she turned to my wife. "And Taylor. I love you, sweetie. But if you don't take care of this man, I may just come back to take him off your hands." Taylor laughed. "Believe me. He's got his hands full enough already." "Yeah," Kate sighed. "That's kind of the point." "I'm sorry, Kate," I said sincerely. "I never meant for you to feel lost in the shuffle." "It's okay. I get it. It's not that you don't love me because I'm not worthy of being loved, which was how I saw it at first. I'm worth it, but you've already found your soulmates. What you have with Taylor and Cassandra is special. And honestly, I think you and Ashlyn have got something pretty interesting going on as well." Kate stepped up and stroked my cheek. "I admit I wish things could have been different, but they're not. The guy for me is out there somewhere. The sooner I start looking the sooner I'll find him." "In the meantime," Taylor put in. "Don't be a stranger." "I won't." Kate stayed with one hand on my shoulder as she turned her head to my wife. "My best friends are here. I'll be back to visit. And you WILL meet up with me downtown." "Of course," Taylor smiled warmly. "And you," Kate said as she returned her full focus to me. Tugging gently on the back of my neck, she pulled me down to her for a soft kiss. When she pulled away, she husked, "Don't forget about me." "I couldn't if I tried." I set my forehead to hers, and then we finally said goodbye. ------- "Jonathan." "Hmm?" I asked absentmindedly. "Jonathan. Earth to Jonathan." I blinked twice and then rotated my chair away from the skyline view of Manhattan and over to Cassandra. We were in my downtown office. "You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?" My ever-loyal assistant asked. "Uh, no," I replied after a quick search of my short-term memory. She sighed and closed up her notebook. "What's on your mind?" "Too much." "Let me guess, your complicated love life?" "Sometimes, I wonder if it's all worth it." I waved my hands to the sides and sighed. "I mean, when I was just another finance geek on Wall Street, all I could imagine was finding one woman, a lifelong partner to get married and have a couple of kids with. You know: cramped Manhattan apartment, day job, day care, etc. It would have all been routine, but it would have all been simple. Not like this." "What, you want to give up the money and the mansion and the parade of naked women walking into your bedroom?" I smirked. "Well, I wouldn't go THAT far. But I do think about how different my life could have turned out. I love my life, but it's a lot more complicated this way." "Well, Kate moving out is one less woman to worry about." "Not really. I don't have the romantic complications but I still worry about her." "You'll see her this weekend at Taylor's birthday party." I chuckled at the thought of that guest list. With everything that had gone on, we'd scrapped anything too elaborate event-wise, but the guest list read as a who's who of the women in my life. Besides the casual friends and models and other people in Taylor's industry, on the list were no less than fifteen women I'd had sex with in the past ten years, including Maile, Milena, Jenna, Kaitlyn, Rebecca, Mia, and Kate. And that's not to mention the women currently living in my house. I was on pretty good terms with just about all those women. And they were just further distractions on top of the delicate balancing act that had formed between myself and the three primary women in my life now: Taylor, Cassandra, and Ashlyn. Taylor and Cassandra had already worked out their relationship. It was easy, Taylor deferred to Cassandra on all household matters and my wife never tried to be Queen of the House or adopt any sort of imperial ego. Cassandra let Taylor be my wife and never tried to rival her for my love, even thought both women explicitly knew I would share some of my personal time with my personal assistant. Ashlyn was a bit of a curveball into the mix. She wasn't my wife, and as such had no priority over Taylor or other such competitive advantage. But she was the mother of my child and I inevitably found myself going out of my way to pay attention to her to make sure she was comfortable and had everything she needed. Ashlyn was also the "newest" and most unknown woman, always a powerful attractant physically. So Ashlyn and I both wanted each other, but we were always cognizant of Taylor's feelings. The situation tempered our relationship and prevented us from just falling into each other's arms at every moment and fucking like rabbits. In retrospect, Taylor's presence was just what we needed not to burn ourselves out in the white-hot flame of passion. And it kept our sexual longing for each other constantly on edge. It didn't hurt that Taylor and Ashlyn were accomplished lovers and deeply attracted to one another as well. After the decision to keep Ashlyn's baby, I think the three of us got together as a triple more often than I was with either one of them alone, and quite frequently I would return from work to find the two supermodels making love without me. It was still to be seen if we all would work out in the long-run, but I had hopes. "What do you think about all this?" I asked Cassandra while staring out the window. "All what?" "My ... my love life. Your life. All this." I waved my hands theatrically. Cassandra leaned forward and put her hand on my knee. "I'm here for you, Jonathan." I nodded but frowned. "I just don't want you to feel neglected." She smiled and then lowered an eyebrow at me. "We've been over this. If I ever feel neglected, believe that I'll let you know. Right now I'm fine. And I'm always here for advice on your ... uh ... juggling act." I smirked. "How am I doing so far?" "So far so good. Just keep being you. Love without restraint. Taylor's an amazing woman and Ashlyn has a good heart. Trust that the women around you know what they're doing, Jonathan." I nodded. I was supposedly the master of the house, but the reality was that my ladies had always been in charge. I supposed I liked it that way. "Okay, can you tell me anything about Taylor's birthday party?" She shook her head. "Nope. Charlotte's handling all the arrangements. I'm as in the dark as you are." I took a deep breath and then let out a long, long exhalation. I let it go. No use worrying about things that weren't in my control. I could trust that my women would capably handle things. So I shrugged and nodded. "Fine, where were we?" Cassandra smiled and opened up her notebook. "You have a meeting with The Henderson Group at 3pm. They want to discuss..." ------- Taylor's party started off brilliantly. Mia and Rebecca were some of the first guests to arrive. After the usual hugs and kisses and grab-assing, Mia glared at me. "So, for YOUR birthday, we fly out to Las Vegas and you get to line us up in a big circle and fuck our brains out; but for Taylor's birthday, you just take over a Manhattan nightclub? Sounds a little unfair." I shrugged. "For my birthday, I wanna get laid. For her birthday, Taylor wants to party with fifty of her closest friends." "And THEN I'll get laid!" Taylor crowed as she raised her Cosmo and then took a healthy swig from it. "Hey, no fair!" Ashlyn swooped in and complained, patting her still-flat belly. "You shouldn't be able to drink in front of me." "Price of getting yourself knocked up," Kate scolded and batted away Ashlyn's hand which was reaching for Taylor's drink. Undeterred, Taylor proffered her drink in Ashlyn's face. "Wanna trade? Cosmo for baby?" "Never," Ashlyn laughed. Kate arched an eyebrow at Taylor. "Well, aren't you supposed to limiting your drinking if YOU want to get knocked up again?" "Yeah," Taylor pouted. "Johnny's got me on a two-drink limit tonight." My wife glared at me and then snarked, "And so are YOU." I held up my glass of water. Just then, Jeff and his blonde Architecture student girlfriend arrived and Taylor was quick to make introductions. "Kate, Ashlyn, meet Kaitlyn." Kaitlyn giggled and then Ashlyn moved forward to hug the younger woman. "Cute name. Taylor's told us a lot about you." Ashlyn then dragged Kaitlyn off while Kate slipped her arm into Jeff's and led them after the giggling pair. Now that we had a free moment alone, I swept my wife into my arms and planted a robustly wet kiss on her lips. Taylor giggled and wrapped her arms around me. "Aww ... you two are so sweet..." I recognized the voice. I turned my head and Taylor was the first to exclaim. "Maile!" Taylor went to greet Maile. Meanwhile, Milena simply walked up and then reached her hand to my crotch, where I'd started to get hard from kissing Taylor. "Mmm ... any chance of a repeat ... big boy?" "Back off bitch," Taylor snarked, but without any heat. She quickly interposed herself between me and the Czech beauty and then grinned widely. "It's my birthday and I want ALL the presents." ------- "Good lord, Johnny. It was MY birthday and half the girls in there were falling all over YOU," Taylor laughed as we walked back into the house. "Your fault. You've built up this mystique around me like I'm some sort of superhuman lover," I chuckled. "And you've got all your girlfriends believing it." "Honey, half those girlfriends have screwed you and it's no mere mystique. We've trained you well and you fuck like a GOD." "I'll say," Ashlyn cheered. "Well, this god is all for my wife, tonight." I swept Taylor up into my arms and while she giggled with glee, I started carrying her up the stairs. "And we're coming to help!" Ashlyn called as she, Cassandra, and Charlotte all followed us. Indeed, the instant I dropped Taylor onto the bed there were four pairs of hands pawing at her, simultaneously groping, caressing, and working to divest her of her clothing. I wound up kneeling by my wife's head, holding it steady while I gave her a passionate, upside-down kiss. Cassandra, my assistant and Taylor's confidant and friend, pulled off the straps to Taylor's dress and was snaking it down to her waist. Ashlyn, fellow model and one of Taylor's best friends immediately latched onto a bare breast with one hand and began kissing her way across Taylor's torso once the dress was out of the way. And once the dress was pulled to Taylor's waist, Charlotte took over to drag the flimsy material all the way off. Now while our bed wasn't designed for heavy-duty BDSM play like the dungeon or Playroom, we still had a few toys. I caught Cassandra's eye and actually managed to communicate what I wanted non-verbally. She quickly got the attention of the other girls and while I kept Taylor distracted, the three others found the restraints and soon we had them clapped onto Taylor's limbs, tying her up spread eagle across the bed. "Wha-?" Taylor wailed when she realized she was buck naked and unable to move her arms or legs. I kissed her and then grinned upside-down at my wife. "Happy Birthday, honey." Ashlyn was soon on one side, running her hands over Taylor's body while she began to nurse at one of Taylor's full breasts. Cassandra was on the opposite side, similarly with a nipple in her mouth. And Charlotte was between Taylor's legs, her tongue already embedded into her employer's pussy. Together, the three of them tongue-lashed my wife and soon she was wailing in ecstasy while beads of sweat started to form on her skin. But the wailing only lasted a few minutes. Because after stripping off my own clothing, I then knelt by Taylor's head and fed my hard prick into her gaping mouth, which cut off her screaming. She moaned happily and hummed as she started sucking on me, all the while being pleasured by three of her closest friends. Of course, I could only last so long before we got to the main event. Today was the first day that Taylor should be ovulating again. For the next three days or so, we fully intended to fill her with as many of my baby-makers as possible. So as soon as the triple-teaming by her girlfriends brought Taylor to orgasm, I pulled my cock out and moved around to take Charlotte's place between Taylor's legs. I grinned when Ashlyn winked at me, still tonguing at Taylor's nipple. And then as I held my wife's thighs to the side, I aimed my cock and then sank it to the depths of her pussy in one diving thrust. "Ungh!!!" Taylor grunted as I filled her. And as the girls released her restraints, Taylor's legs quickly went up around me. As I began to slowly pump in and out of the raven-haired supermodel, I lowered my torso. And as I lay my entire weight on Taylor's body, she wrapped me up in her arms and tugged as if to somehow pull me even deeper inside her. I took a few moments to kiss my wife, our passionate liplock punctuated by short bursts to gasp for air. And when I pulled my head away to focus on my cock pistoning in and out of her pussy, Ashlyn was soon there to take my place on Taylor's lips. So while I watched the gorgeous redhead frenching my hot brunette wife from an inch away, I found an extra burst of energy and really began to pound my way through Taylor's clenching snatch. Meanwhile, Charlotte and Cassandra were not idle. The two assistants were quite familiar with each other and a couple of feet to the side of us, the two of them were engaged in a hot sixty-nine with Cassandra on top, her statuesque body smothering and dominating the smaller brunette beneath her. But then Ashlyn's voice grabbed my attention again. "Feel that? That's Johnny's cock. His big, thick, cock is splitting you open. And in another minute, that juicy prick is going to open up and begin spurting thick, hot, gobs of sticky cum into your womb." Ashlyn already had a sultry voice that would have made millions from a phone- sex line. Having her naked and husking those words right into my wife's ear was even better. "Ooh, that was a good thrust, wasn't it Taylor?" Ashlyn continued. "Just a few more, and then he's gonna cum in you. He's gonna cum a quart of semen into your womb, and that semen is gonna be filled with a million fast little sperm. And one of those sperm, tonight, is gonna get into your egg and make a baby. Heck, if you're lucky, maybe Johnny'll knock you up with twins! But it's gonna happen tonight Taylor. That's it, buck your hips. Fuck back at him. Because it's gonna happen tonight. Johnny's gonna bathe your womb in sperm. Just a few more. Harder! Deeper! That's it! That's it! Oh! He's cumming! He's cumming in you!" And I was. My hands gripped Taylor's buttcheeks so hard I may have bruised her. But I used the extra leverage to cram my cock in as deeply as I could while I felt my balls evacuate their load. My ab muscles crunched repeatedly as I fired burst after burst into my wife's cervical cavity, and I swore I could see the little tadpoles racing along in search of that one lonely spot in the darkness. When I was done, Taylor moaned and went limp. I flopped out and lay on my back beside her, panting with the exertion. But my cock had only gone halfway down. Tonight was the night. I may have been 30-years-old, and I didn't have the recovery time of a teenager anymore, but dammit I was gonna cum at least twice more into my wife tonight. It certainly helped that Ashlyn took it upon herself to revive me. The gorgeous redhead scooped her hair to the side and then bent over me, tenderly licking up the mingled cum from my shaft before swallowing my cock whole in an effort to get me hard enough again to fuck. Meanwhile, Cassandra settled her crotch over Taylor's face to keep my wife entertained while Charlotte knelt between her employer's legs, alternately tonguing Taylor's clit and shoving my semen back into her vagina, as if that would do any good. In terms of bringing pleasure to the male sexual organ, Ashlyn's supremely talented mouth was a wonder to behold. She knew just how to suck and caress to maximize feeling without becoming painful. And I was certainly helped when the stacked redhead sat up and squeezed my erection between her breasts. After a few minutes of titfucking, my cock was as hard as it was going to get. But even if it was ready, the rest of my body was still working up the energy to fuck again. So Ashlyn simply climbed aboard, shoving my dick into her wet pussy and she began to ride me. "Feel my pussy, Johnny," Ashlyn crooned while she gazed at me with those piercing blue eyes. "You've already knocked me up. Your sperm has already met with one of my eggs to make a baby. So that makes this pussy yours. It belongs to you. Whenever you want, not out of obligation, but out of love. You LOVE this pussy, don't you, Johnny? It wants to please you. It wants to bring you joy, to thank you for giving it a baby. So feel my pussy, Johnny. Feel it and think of cumming." I groaned as Ashlyn's sexy voice reverberated in my head. The longer Ashlyn rode me, the more energy I felt. And when I reached my hands up to cup her swollen tits, Ashlyn grinned and decided I was ready. "Fuck your wife, Johnny. Fill Taylor up with another batch of cum," Ashlyn ordered while she dismounted me. And then her hands were on me as she turned me around. Ashlyn actually took hold of my cock and aimed it into Taylor's sopping wet snatch, and once I slid home, I began to fuck my wife with abandon. A minute later, I coated Taylor's womb with a second helping of sperm. After two incredible orgasms, I was pretty wiped out. But we weren't done yet. This time, it was Charlotte who was set to task reviving me while Taylor, Ashlyn, and Cassandra all played together. I felt on the verge of going to sleep while the submissive brunette worked me over with tongue and hands, and only the pleasure she was causing in me kept my half-lidded eyes from fully closing. Meanwhile, the three great loves in my life were getting better acquainted. Taylor and Cassandra had already worked out their relationship. But together they were bringing Ashlyn into the fold. Taylor would always see Ashlyn as a fellow playmate in a sisterly-sort of bond. But Ashlyn had a lot to learn about Cassandra's role and with Taylor's help, the stacked redhead and statuesque blonde got to know each other a little better. "Ohhh!" Ashlyn cried out once, and I looked over to see that Cassandra was wearing one of the strap-ons. I grinned. Taylor was the wife, Ashlyn was the mother of my unborn child, but Cassandra was the one in charge under this roof. "Don't hurt the baby," I called to them and chuckled. Then I put my hands on Charlotte's head and focused on her oral technique. The politics of the women in my life would work themselves out. Eventually, Charlotte took a cue from Ashlyn and mounted me. I let the slender brunette ride me for a bit, something she very rarely did. Almost always, I was the one on top, physically dominating her as I took her however I pleased, and by extension, just the way Charlotte pleased. But this time, Charlotte was on a mission to bring me to the edge of orgasm while I did as little work as possible. And at that task, the young brunette succeeded admirably. She was almost too good. I nearly nutted inside of her. But at the last moment, Charlotte pinched the base of my prick and I held out long enough to join the redhead, blonde, and brunette to my side and slam my cock into Taylor just in time to blast a third load inside of her. And this time, I felt I was truly done. But there was one more woman left. I was pretty sure I DID fall asleep this time. But when I awoke, Cassandra and Ashlyn were both working over my cock which was trying to be as limp as possible. And once the two of them were able to bring me to one last erection, Ashlyn grinned and then went to join Charlotte in pleasuring the birthday girl, leaving me alone with Cassandra. My wonderful, beautiful personal assistant slid her way up my body and then sank her hips down, drawing my overly sensitive prick inside her body. "Mmm ... I love this, Jonathan. I love just feeling you inside me." "We should do this more often," I grinned. She smirked. "We do it almost every day at the office." I sighed. "That's only two or three days a week. And most of those are quickies to relieve stress. We should make love more often." Cassandra ran her fingers over my face. "To me, EVERY time with you feels like making love." Somehow, I got my second wind. And keeping myself inside Cassandra, I rolled us over until I was on top as I lightly thrust in and out of this beautiful woman. With her height, she was able to touch our toes together and rub ankles while still kissing my face and rubbing our noses together. And all the while, I pumped slowly in and out of her. After three cums, I could last a good long while. "Someday, will you let me give you a baby?" I asked softly while caressing Cassandra's nose with my own. Cassandra gazed at me with intensity. "Not yet, Jonathan. Maybe never." I nodded in understanding and leaned forward. "But maybe?" A small smile crossed her face. "Maybe..." That was all I needed to dream. And I closed my eyes and really began to drive myself into the statuesque blonde, feeling her massive tits crushed against my chest, feeling her tight pussy squeezing around my cock. And I imagined filling Cassandra with my cum, imagined making a baby inside of her. And all of a sudden I was close to my climax. "Out, out, Jonathan," Cassandra tapped my shoulder and I groaned in agony as my fantasy was shattered. And then I felt Charlotte's hand on me as I pulled out of my blonde assistant and moved over to my wife. Someone had gotten a wedge from somewhere to incline Taylor's torso, using gravity to keep her pussy plugged full of my sperm. And so with her pussy angled up to meet me, I pushed my cock down and held Taylor's legs while I thrust on my final path towards climax. Charlotte then moved between Cassandra's legs, her agile tongue and fingers finishing off the orgasm I'd brought the blonde so close to, but not far enough. And soon I heard the moan of ecstasy as Cassandra cried her release. I would pay her back later. Meanwhile, Ashlyn stayed next to her friend, caressing her softly and whispering. "Here's your husband, again. Only for you, Taylor. Four orgasms for you. He wants to give you this baby." My wife held her arms out to me and we came together for a loving kiss. It wasn't hurried, it wasn't passionate, it was just love. "I love you, Johnny." "I love you, Taylor." "Fill me up, honey. Let it go." I gave my last few thrusts and released. My load was far from a quart, but I managed three good spurts to join Taylor's already saturated pussy. If she wasn't inclined up, I'm sure she would have coated half the bed with both our love juices. And when my cock finished its final dry heaves, trying to shoot out semen that wasn't there anymore, I flopped over next to my wife while she turned her head to kiss me with thanks. "Thank you," Taylor sighed. "My pleasure," I groaned, meaning it with complete sincerity. And then I closed my eyes. Finally, my girls were going to let me go to sleep. But just before unconsciousness took me, Taylor laughed. "Get your rest, Johnny. We're all starting again tomorrow." ------- FEBRUARY "Are you serious?" In response, Taylor held out the home pregnancy test. There were two clear pink lines, bold and almost red. "Keep your fingers crossed," my wife grinned and then leaped into my arms. ------- MARCH I held out my hand, and Ashlyn reached out and took it with a smile. Gently she swung into the backseat of the stretch Rolls Royce limo. I closed the door and then circled around to my side. The driver held my door for me and I slid into the other seat. Taylor and Cassandra were already seated inside. "Are you ready?" Ashlyn exhaled slowly, and then fixed me with a hopeful smile. "Ready." It was quiet as we drove into town. Cassandra was getting updates from some contact or another on her Blackberry. We were about five minutes away when she warned us, "There's quite a crowd." And then we had arrived. This was our test. This was me announcing to the world the way I lived my life. It wasn't conventional. Most couldn't afford to pull it off. But it was the way we lived our lives together. Cassandra had called ahead to this posh restaurant, making the necessary reservations for the ultra-exclusive eatery. I imagine it took less than five seconds for the Maitre'd to call his media contacts with the scoop. So when the limo pulled up outside, there was a veritable wall of photographers blocking the way. The burly bodyguard from the front passenger seat and driver both got out to try and clear a path while cameras were already pressed up to the tinted windows. The instant my door opened, the flashes strobed so fast I was blinded by the wall of white light. I managed to circle around to Ashlyn's side of the car and helped her out. The light flashes were even heavier on her side. People already knew I was coming. But the reservation for four made no mention of what was going on. Was it just a group of friends on the town? Was it something completely innocent? But the fact remained, this restaurant was a well-known prime spot to be photographed. The fact that I was so bold as to make the reservation in my own name said that I had something I wanted public. And every paparazzi in town wanted to be in on whatever Jonathan Kwong ... billionaire, wanted to make public. And the instant Ashlyn's face came into view the paparazzi crowd surged forward all at once. "Ashlyn! Ashlyn! Over here!" "Ashlyn! Are you with John now?" "John! Where's Taylor?" "OHMYFUCKINGGOD! Are you pregnant?" "John! John! What the hell's going on?" "She's pregnant! She's pregnant!" I didn't bother to answer. A second later, Taylor emerged from the limo and the flashbulbs seemed to part right down the middle so that half were on Ashlyn and half on Taylor. Both were experienced models and used to the limelight, but the sheer volume of flashes were blinding. Both women had to hold up their hands to shield their eyes and I moved in between them to take them both by the arm. The bodyguard and driver blocked the way as we began moving towards the restaurant. A few more flashes went off behind us when Cassandra emerged, but she'd long been considered semi-invisible by the paparazzi and the photogs quickly returned to focusing on me and the two women on my arm. We stopped as a threesome and posed just outside the restaurant doors. In the dress we'd chosen, the roundness of Ashlyn's belly was clearly pronounced. I could only imagine how crazy they'd go if they knew Taylor was pregnant as well, even though she wasn't showing yet. Forty-million photo flashes later, I walked us into the restaurant. And then finally we were inside. It took my ladies just a minute to calm down. "Worse than you expected?" I asked. Ashlyn shrugged. "I'm used to it," she said with a brave face, but I only half- believed her. Taylor squeezed her hand. "The die is cast. No going back now." Ashlyn smiled at me and Taylor. "I wouldn't want to. I love you guys. I love this family, and I'm so happy that you let me be a part of it." ------- APRIL "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Playroom." With a flourish, our two french maids pushed the double doors open and I bowed theatrically. Jeff and Kaitlyn were the first ones through the door. Jeff flashed a grin at me and Kaitlyn paused to peck my cheek before lancing her arm through her boyfriend's and the two practically bounced into the room. They were old hat at these kinds of parties. At least now Kaitlyn was twenty-one and could legally drink. Mia sauntered forward and grinned at all her old favorite toys and sex furniture like the wedges and ramps. She gave me a pixie wink and then skipped inside. Rebecca and her new boyfriend Jack were the next ones in. Jack was the man for whom Rebecca had left the house those months ago. He was another imposing, well-built young man with big muscles and a bigger cock, just the way Rebecca liked them. Their relationship had progressed to the point where Rebecca had invited Mia to join them, and now it was the new boyfriend's first test at one of our parties. Rebecca was already drooling at the thought of getting the three J's to triple-team her. In any case, Jack's eyes went wide as he took in the room. And then with a grin he sauntered forward while Rebecca headed straight for the toy box. Charlotte nodded to Taylor and then she headed for Jeff and Kaitlyn. "It's too bad Kate couldn't make it," I said wryly. "Don't be greedy," Taylor teased. "Kate's boyfriend is a nice guy. Give it a few months and we'll see if he's open-minded enough to join us. But even if he isn't, she deserves to have 100% of his attention for as long as she wants." I nodded and looked around. It wasn't like I was lacking for eye-candy. Our guests streamed across the room, hips immediately shaking to the music and eyes inexorably drawn to the porn videos playing on the TV screens. We four were the last into the room. Ashlyn, with her four-months pregnant belly almost obscenely protruding from her otherwise slender form, slipped her right hand into Taylor's left, my wife sporting a ten-week bulge of her own. The two friends intertwined their fingers together and smiled at the spectacle before them as Jack picked up Mia and carried her screaming into the lovenest. Meanwhile, Charlotte was getting reacquainted with Jeff while Kaitlyn stripped Taylor's cute assistant from behind. I let my hand slide into Taylor's right hand from the other side. And just behind me and to my right, Cassandra stepped up and rested her hand on my shoulder, reminding me that she was always there. I smiled. All was as it should be. "Heyyy, John!" came a sultry voice from my right. I turned to see Rebecca fully naked and bent over at the waist, her feet spread to the sides so that her body formed an A-frame. Her lithe body looked toned and beautiful, her bubble butt sticking in the air seeming to call to me of its own accord. Rebecca winked at me from between her knees and wiggled a bottle of Astroglide in her hand. "Mind if I borrow him, ladies?" Ashlyn grinned, Taylor giggled, and Cassandra merely planted her hand on my shoulder and gave me a healthy shove forwards. I glanced back to the three loves in my life with a happy smile on my face. Yeah, all was as it should be. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2008-03-14 Last Modified: 2008-03-15 / 12:54:56 am Version: 1.10 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------