CHAPTER 3
The next morning, as soon as everyone left, I hopped
the wall and Maria pushed me into the recliner chair in their
living room for our first time. I found myself disappointed
that she wore sweats. She helped me get my pants off, then
kissed me on the mouth for several awesome minutes beforegobbling up my throbbing dick. Is she really going to kiss
me on the mouth every day? Might as well feed me Viagra.
Good thing we did this indoors, because just a gentle breeze
may have set me off.
On her knees, between my legs, she sucked my cock
with relish. Oh, that is so rare. Not just the head, either, but
proper deep-throating til she snorted my trimmed pubes. Not
once did she cheat by using her hands to pump the penis.
The suction power surprised me. Most women suck to get
the man hard so he can give her an orgasm. Maria, in
contrast, sucked to milk me dry. And it didn't take long,
either. Using self-restraint that I didn't know I had, I had not
masturbated for three days. So when I exploded, I nearly
blew her head off. She didn't break stride, not even when my
cum shot out of her nose -- and that has to fucking burn.
This girl clearly loves cum. She looked up at me and swirled
it around her mouth before swallowing it with a huge smile.
Oh, yeah.
"I never knew man-juice could taste so good."
I'm still not sure if she was talking to me, or to
herself. She looked stunned, like the first time a woman
tastes lobster, then becomes addicted. And "man-juice?"
That certainly sounded better than sperm, spunk, and cum.
Instead of running to the sink, she took a long swig
from a bottle of Patron tequila, then handed it to me. I rarely
drink, but I had some celebrating to do, so I matched her,
shot for shot, until we were both kind of giddy. Somewhere
in the middle of the drinking I became aware of Latin music
blasting from a bedroom -- Daddy Yankee in this case. She
got up and disappeared for a minute, turning up the volume.
If my head was not spinning, I would have followed her.
Maria returned a moment later dressed like a stripper --
down to the 9 inch heels. Now I understood the purpose of
the sweats.
"I hope you didn't think we were done," she warned
me, and my penis reared his big head. "I plan on giving you
your money's worth. These past few days I could not stop
thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you. Just look at
how wet I am." She pulled her thong aside and, indeed, she
looked sopping wet. "It's not pee, either. Here, finger me
and see for yourself."
Wow! She could even read minds! I slipped a finger
in and my skin chilled when she shuddered. I suddenly
suspected that she should be paying me for the sex, but was
not prepared to argue the issue. Not with a wet snatch
warming my finger. I pushed it in further and she had to lean
against me, her tits mouthwatering close. I pulled out to
smell my finger like the cork of a fine wine, then sucked her
juices off. She might as well have coated my finger with
ecstasy. A slot machine in my head suddenly went off.
Music blasting, Maria removed her top to expose her
exquisite tits. Then she lowered her panties so she wore
nothing but stripper shoes and a smile. Although I had just
came, my dick danced like it was tracking her. When
Shakira's Hips Don't Lie came on, she started rotating dance
moves -- salsa, merenge, vallanatos, while occasionally
bending over so I could get a great look at her privates.
Maria sure loved to dance. I could watch those curves all
day. She carefully sat in my lap, stuck a tittie in my mouth,
and begged me to finger-fuck her.
I couldn't believe how wet she was. She needed this
as much as I did. "Harder!" she ordered me. I didn't know if
she referred to my sucking her nipple or fingering her cunt,
so I did both harder and she gushed all over my hand with a
scream of relief. I have never made a woman cum that hard
before. Or fast. My wife is so afraid of waking the kids it's
like mugging a mime.
"You recharged yet?" she asked, before gripping my
hard cock. "Yep. Just as I hoped. Ready for more."
While I held her steady, she lowered herself onto me
with enough moans and groans to fill a porn movie. I
realized now that she wanted to blow me first so that I would
last a long time while we fucked. If I fucked her first, I
would not have lasted two seconds, and that would have
spoiled everything. First impressions count. But by making
me cum first, then giving me time to recharge, I could last
long enough to give her an orgasm or two. Which I did, to
my own surprise. I never imagined that she would get so
into this. I assumed it would be more like a cold prostitute
experience.
Still in my lap, she rose and slid on my pole at a
steady pace that slowly increased until she climaxed again.
Seeing her other tittie so close, I sucked it like a baby until
she recovered.
"Did you cum again?" she asked.
"No. I'm a gentleman -- women always come first."
Okay, she actually made me cum first, but who's counting? I
still made her cum twice. One more and I'll break my
personal best.
"Excellent," she said. Maria got off, then got down
on her knees to suck her juices off me. "I always wondered
what I tasted like. Not bad, but not as good as you. Now
please fuck me doggy style." She even wiggled her ass at me
like a flight controller lining up an F-18.
I dropped to my knees behind her and she helped me
get it in. Having cum already, my stamina shocked me.
Eager to please, I fucked her good and hard, slapping her ass
as she demanded, calling her nasty things like slut, whore,
and sex slave. All too soon she came again, and none too
soon because I had waited as long as I could. I shot a pint
into her pussy and collapsed next to her. Three orgasms I
gave her within an hour. I felt so proud.
"How soon can you fuck me again?" she asked as we
snuggled on the tarp she placed over the carpet.
"A few hours, I guess. I've never been in such
demand. Want me to bring you lunch? I'm a pretty good
cook."
"You're going to make me lunch?" my new lover
asked in disbelief. "No man has ever cooked me anything
but excuses, so hell yeah, you can make me lunch. I'll be
desert. But, for right now, just hold me."
While Maria rested, with her eyes closed, I
memorized everything about her. I just couldn't get tired of
looking at her nude body. I loved everything about her.
Except her husband.
The late night comedian Johnny Carson once joked,
"Why's divorce so expensive? Because it's worth it!" While the rational part of me was appalled that I would spend
$100,000 on sex, the rest of me knew that it was totally
worth it. This was the sex of my dreams, the sex that
everyone talked about, but that I had never known.
The last few days, I assumed that Maria had no idea
that I intended to fuck the hell out of her every chance I got.
Now I realized that she was counting on me to fuck her
every chance I got. She wanted it. She needed it. Whatever
her husband was giving her, it was not the hot, heavy sex that
a strong, athletic, spirited woman like Maria needed.
For the first time in my life, I was happy.
CHAPTER 4
After lunch, we went swimming. Nude. Maria really
seemed to love letting go of her inhibitions. She stood on the
diving board like something out of Playboy, and I couldn't
believe I would soon be getting a piece of that again. She
had the hardest abs I have ever seen. I drifted on an
inflatable chair, my hands and legs in the warm water,
watching her show off her body.
I just never imagined God would throw such
blessings my way. There had to be a catch. I knew I would
eventually pay a price, but for now I just appreciated my
good fortune.
She cannonballed me and I struggled to stay afloat.
She came up laughing, impossibly young for a 26 year old
who grew up so poor that her family only flushed after #2 to
save a few pesos on water. She coincidentally ended up
between my legs, and I'm not a big believer in coincidences.
Like a shark she snapped her jaws until she wrapped my
growing cock in her mouth once more. This morning we
ended up taking a two hour nap on the tarp in her living
room, so I hoped I had recharged by now. Honestly, it had
never been an issue before. When my wife and I first got
together, we never had anywhere safe, private, and
comfortable to do it more than once. If I hadn't been a
computer nerd, I don't know how I would have supported my
unexpected family.We moved into the shallow end, where she tried to
climb aboard. I clung to the wall with a hand and foot and
she actually made it, sitting in my lap again. I sucked a tittie
while she maneuvered my pole into her vault. It slid in
smoothly and I realized that she was soaking wet. I knew
from bad experience that water doesn't lubricate, so she has
been on a low simmer all this time. I expected to love
having sex with her, but never imagined she would love
having sex with me. She closed her eyes to concentrate and
through great agility managed to get the whole thing inside
her. With that I pushed off because I have never had sex
while floating before. Like these new "diet" beers, I was
fucking close to water.
Maria sure knew how to move her hips. It must be
all that Latino dancing. Soon she was pounding me like a
nail, just thumping down against my thighs, lost in the
experience, when stupid me tried to suck more tittie. That
put us off-balance. We both threw ourselves to the other
side, and naturally over-compensated. With a brief yelp of
surprise we splashed underwater. I hoped she would not be
pissed, but instead she came up laughing.
"I normally last longer than that," I swore to her.
"Let's take this inside. I need some deep dicking."
I followed her great naked booty like a dog. She
made it clear I was never to enter the master bedroom, so she
flopped down on the guest bed and spread her legs for me. It
just looked so beautiful. My wife's huge thighs practically
blocked her hairy entrance, so I could not resist this treat. I
dived in and tried to remember all the advice I read online
the last few days. At first I went deep, until her flavor
changed from tangy to salty. My head snapped back when I
realized that I just caught a taste of my own juice from this
morning. Again, I'm not use to repeat sex.
When it comes to oral sex, men hope for guidance
while women expect mind reading. I tried different tactics to
win over her clit, adjusting according to her grunts, until I
discovered the winning combination and spanked that baby
until she screamed. I knew my wife faked it when she was
tired or bored, but I could taste the reality of Maria's orgasm.It even came with an aroma that would stay with me for the
rest of my life. I knew twats had odors, but never dreamed
that some came with aromas.
"Please fuck me as hard as you can, for as long as
you can," this beauty begged me as if I was the one doing her
the favor. I complied, sticking it in and starting the ignition.
All those years jogging finally paid off as our marathon fuck
ate up mile after mile. First she pulled me close to kiss me
with her tongue, which helped me rub her clit and get her to
climax. She stared at me with a look that I couldn't quite
figure out. If I had to bet, I'd say she was pleasantly
surprised, if not shocked. Once my back hurt too much, I put
her ankles on my shoulder and pounded her with new fury.
She pulled my head down to kiss me and we Frenched until
we both came.
"You're even better than I expected," she said,
looking at me like I was a god.
"I want that in writing."
I collapsed next to her and she turned to hold me
close, our heads touching. I turned and found her staring at
me again. "Do I have broccoli in my teeth?" I asked. She
laughed and pulled me on top of her. I must have fallen
asleep again -- that tequila is awesome! -- because I dreamed
I just fucked the hottest woman I have ever met. "Shit!" I
told her. "I have to go grocery shopping and start dinner. I
still haven't cleaned up the kitchen yet."
"Will you have time to fuck me up the ass before our
spouses get home?" she wanted to know.
I just couldn't get over this woman. There had to be a
catch. Other than her sick husband. "I'll try to fit you into
my busy schedule."
"Are you always this amusing?" Maria asked, purring
naked in bed. I made a hurt face. "No, I meant funny. Are
you always this hilarious?"
"Are you serious? I can't make a baby laugh. Ask
anyone. I assume you just tickled my funny bone."
"That's humerus," she said. I clearly didn't get the
joke. "It's called the funny bone because it's medical name is
humerus." She paused. "You must not be married to a doctor."
"Maria, I have to tell you something. I honestly
didn't know if I could satisfy you. Your orgasms are doing
wonders for my ego. I really never knew I could be such a
great fuck."
She smiled and I could tell she was avoiding the first
several jokes that came to mind. "You are one of the two
best lovers I have ever known."
"You always know what to say."
A few hours later I ran back into her living room, not
even taking the time to knock. "I only have ten minutes!"
She dropped her panties and knelt facing away from
me on the sofa. "There's KY on the coffee table."
What a booty! I wish she let me take pictures. I
lubed up and pressed my cherry-breaker against her rosebud
and felt her push back. She grunted like a smoker when I
wormed the head in, and breathed heavy as I plunged
gradually deeper. "Oh that hurts so fucking good!" Maria
cried out. She threw her hair back and I admired how it
scattered across her bare back. Her body curved inwards
between her back and hips, like they came with handles, and
I roughly pulled her back for my thrusts. She must have
drooled because she wiped her mouth. I loved how smooth
her brown skin felt, with no tan lines or stretch marks. She
pushed back now and I got my whole dick inside her ass. It
felt wonderful. Not better than pussy or mouth, but nearly
equal. Time was running out, so I fucked her hard and fast,
pounding that sweet booty as she urged me on, cursing me.
"Cum up my ass. Punish me, lover. Spew your
spunk inside me." I have to say, the words helped. I cried
out and came far too fast and far too strong. I pulled out and
a thin line of sperm followed, a white river flowing down her
brown ass. Fortunately, a man disowns his sperm as soon as
it leaves him.
"Don't beat off or I'll get jealous. I'll know, too. I
want all your juice."
I ran into her backyard, hopped the wall, and then
raked the yard for a minute before entering the house. My
son, Alex, studied me like a chessboard. But he didn't ask,so I didn't tell.
CHAPTER 5
A week later, I sat in the recliner, a beer in one hand,
the remote in the other, mostly ignoring hot porn on a giant
wall TV, while Maria blew me with the enthusiasm of a fag.
For the millionth time, I told myself it doesn't get better than
this. Basically, I had a supermodel literally on her knees
sucking my dick. I felt my climax build up, then I exploded
in her mouth. As always, she never even paused, greedy for
the last drop. Only after draining me of every droplet would
she look up at me, hungry for more.
"Can you spend the night?" she asked. My head
snapped back like she rear-ended me. "Sheldon is spending
the night at UCLA Medical. Since you and your wife sleep
in separate bedrooms, I thought it would be nice to sleep
with you."
God either loves me or loves fucking with me.
"Well, at the risk of you falling for me, I'll see if I can
escape after Leno's monologue."
"I'll take the risk."
Wow! This was a new and unexpected development.
Either she was an Oscar-winning actress, or I was making
her cum several times a day. She apparently wanted me for
more than just sex. And money.
"Do you want to go dancing?" I asked. She looked
like I hit her. Fucking catatonic for a full minute. "Hey, are
you all right? I thought you loved to dance."
"Sheldon never takes me dancing. Says it makes him
feel old."
"Fucker is old, but I'm your young stud!" I boasted
with a smile that made her laugh. "You need to take
advantage of my youth and beauty while you can."
"Do you even know how to dance?" she asked.
"No, but with enough booze I can fake it."
"I'd love to teach you how we dance in Colombia."
"Oh yeah?" I said. "I'd love for you to teach me how
you dance in Colombia. Unlike Shakira, my hips lie all the time."
So I spent the day learning how to dance. As
opposed to, say, making money. My wife and I almost called
it quits several years ago, but stayed together for the kids.
We split the family expenses, but kept what each of us made
separately. She took an extra job to save up money, while I
worked as little as possible. I had plenty saved up, and we
had equity in the home, so I saw no real need to work myself
to death. Until now.
Now, however, everything was different. I worked
best when most alert, and cuming in the morning really
cleared my head. Knowing I would get laid three times a
day was like a boot on my back, pushing me on. I now
begged for the barely profitable jobs that I used to blow off.
The irony of the affair is that it made me work several times
as much. The upside is that I could triple the $40,000 I made
the last twelve months if I could maintain my productivity. I
could concentrate longer than most, but I still needed a real
break. Watching TV or flipping through a magazine didn't
cut it. However, being able to look forward to sex
turbocharged my productivity. Every morning, after my
blowjob, I worked my ass off, ate lunch with Maria, fucked
the hell out of her, worked more, fucked again, then cooked
dinner for the family. Except on weekends, when I pretty
much worked eighteen hour days since our spouses were
home.
I looked forward to taking her out dancing because it
was such a great way to win her favor. Until I asked myself
what I would wear. Oh, that brought me down. All I had
were some old business suits. I made do, but vowed to have
Maria help me buy some sweet threads soon. Women love
shopping, so I found another opportunity to bond with her. I
wanted to cement our relationship with enough rebar to
withstand a suicidal 747.
I sneaked out of the house, unlike my teenagers who
slammed the door, hopped the wall, and found Maria looking
stunning. Wow. That dress and jewelry probably cost more
than my entire wardrobe. She embraced me like I wasn't a
piece of shit paying her for sex, then kissed me for at least ten minutes. I never knew kissing was so intoxicating.
"I want you to cum inside me so that your juices flow
down my legs while we dance. I hope you don't mind, but I
wasn't planning on wearing a bra or panties."
I didn't know God made women this awesome. "You
always know just what to say."
She wore super-high heels, so we fucking standing. I
bent her over the couch, grabbed her hips, and pounded her
like a boxer. I stabbed her so hard, long, and fast that I made
her whimper. Oh, wait, that was me. It just felt so good. I
didn't want to come without her, so I reached around with
both hands to tweak a nipple and her clit. That did it. Her
virgina muscles gripped my pole like a golfer and I flooded
her pussy.
I drove her Lexus and she took me to a Spanish club.
I wasn't the only white guy, but I was the only one who
couldn't dance his ass off. Latinos learn to dance as soon as
they can walk, and will dance in the street on the weekends
just for the hell of it. Kids, teenagers, grandmas. On a chart,
my learning curve looked like a hockey stick. But I
mastered the basics, like Maria taught me, and managed not
to embarrass myself. This was the most fun I've ever had
with my clothes on.
I got us a bottle of Patron and saw Maria blowing off
one young stud after another as I made my way back to our
table. I approached her from behind while she was dissing
some arrogant fuck in rapid Spanish. A couple of his
buddies encouraged him and I feared he wasn't going to take
no for an answer. I stepped between them and my sheer
hostility made them back off. It certainly wasn't my sheer
bulk. I was about to smash the fucker's head with the bottle,
when the guy said in flawless English that there was no way
I was her husband. Maria showed him her wedding ring,
which looked like a small fortune, but he still didn't buy it.
I didn't want to get into a fight in this club, so I said it
loud enough to be heard over the reggeton blasting. "I just
came inside her, and she's not wearing panties. Maria, show
them."
All three gathered around and dear Maria must have descended from Amazons because she spread her legs wide
so they could clearly see my spunk flowing out. She sunk an
index finger into her pussy to scoop out my "polvo," as she
called it. Maria may as well have maced them. With their
complete fucking attention, she held up her finger to their
noses, forcing them back, then sucked her finger like a
chicken wing dipped in ranch dressing. Whatever our
relationship, they were not interested in a woman with
another man's sperm still warm in her virgina, so they took
off while nearby tables applauded us. I may not be Hispanic,
know Spanish, or how to dance, but I fucked this total hottie,
and that, apparently, was good enough for them. No one
fucked with us for the rest of the night.
Maria rewarded me with constant affection and
flirting. She flashed me, had me rub her ass and tits, and
kissed me passionately on the dance floor. I got more
affection from her than the rest of my life combined. She
loved to throw up her tiny skirt to flash me her pussy or
booty. Everyone around us could see she wasn't wearing
panties, and I couldn't be prouder because after they looked
at her, they raised their estimation of me.
Dancing sure is fun when you know the hottie you're
dancing with is a sure thing. Dinner and dancing thereafter
became a regular thing for us, and Maria really showed her
appreciation.
Even sleeping with her was better than I expected.
She smelled so different from my wife. Maria just gave off
an awesome vibe that I soaked up. I knew I had some anger
issues, but Maria seemed to melt them away. The more time
I spent with her, the less my darker side popped its ugly mug.
Sure, I was on my best behavior, but something deep was
happening. Somehow she cleansed me, body and soul. Of
course, if I mentioned this she would probably never see me
again. I never doubted her promise to end us if I fell for her.
So I did what any man in my situation would do, and
concealed how I really felt. You'd think after a lifetime
doing so, that it would be easy, but I'd find myself cooking
her something I thought she'd love, fixing stuff around her
house, or just find myself ten minutes into massaging her back when she slept. I knew I fell for her when I realized
that I cared more for her interest than for mine. All the while
knowing she was using me for money, sex, and to combat
loneliness.
When I woke up the next morning, she had her arms
wrapped around me. Hey, I was suppose to spoon her, not
the other way around. Not that I was complaining. But what
I found really weird is that she was gazing at me. Not like a
serial killer or anything, but like watching a YouTube video
of cute kittens.
"Was that me snoring?" I joked. "I was hoping it was
the neighbor."
"No, you didn't snore. You slept like a baby."
"Oh. Sorry about that. I'll buy you new sheets."
She whacked my arm lightly. "You have to go." The
words I always dreaded from her. "After you feed me."
That's what Maria called it. When she drank my
juice every morning, she referred to it as her protein drink.
She read somewhere that sperm was actually healthy, and I
want to shake the hand of the fellow who wrote that article.
I slept nude, of course, and realized that she had started
without me. She had been fondling me in my sleep -- what a
great way to wake up. She threw off the sheets and knelt
between my legs. My dick sprang up at her like a baby lion,
already anticipating the pleasure. I adjusted my position and
nearly jumped into the wall when she shoved a finger up my
ass. I never got around to buying toys to put up there, so I
guess she got tired of waiting. Her finger fucked me like my
finger often fucked her, and the sensation blew me away.
Well, the sensation and her mouth because sooner than usual
I unloaded down her throat. A minute later, after sucking out
the last drop, she smiled at me, cum still on her chin.
"You like getting butt-fucked. We'll have to explore
that more."
She always knew just what to say. I got dressed
quickly. Although it was still dark, I could see the first light
over the horizon. She saw me off, wearing a transparent
nighty.
"I'll see you in a few hours. I'll make you Colombian pasteles de pollo."
Ohhh, I loved her cooking. I always assumed all
Latin food tasted like Mexican food, but instead it varied
widely. She claimed her family had never eaten a burrito
before.
After making breakfast I felt so wide awake I went
right to the computer and got to work. My son popped his
head in, but I waved him away. Programming requires long
periods of intense concentration that can be ruined by one
single distraction. I got paid for how much I produced, not
how long I worked. Whereas before I started drifting after
an hour or two, recently I worked three times as long before
my mind started shutting down. To keep up my stamina, I
ate healthier, took vitamins, and exercised more, but the
obvious cure for my burnout was my new sex life. I just
couldn't get enough of Maria. Working eighty hours a week
felt like a small price to pay for what I was getting. Instead
of fucking a beautiful prostitute who endured me, I found
myself falling for a great woman who just happened to be
exactly my type. Just finding someone who laughed at my
jokes seemed like a miracle.
I finally came up for air after noon. I couldn't believe
I worked so long. I took a shower, then rushed over to eat
lunch and ravage desert.
"Thought you forgot about me," Maria pouted,
sporting short shorts and a sports bra, then lit up to hug me
fiercely. I loved how her big breasts pressed against me.
"Missed me?" I asked, surprised.
"Just your penis. Do you want sex before or after
lunch?"
Unlike other guys, I don't think with my penis. In
fact, my penis doesn't think at all. It just decides. I swung
my hard prick against her leg to answer her question and she
laughed gaily.
"How do you want it, master?" she asked coyly.
"I need to taste you."
I laid down and pulled her on top of me in a 69. She
purred at the prospect of gobbling me again. Maria loved
my juice as much as my wife hated it. She spread her legs and lowered her pussy onto my waiting tongue. She
showered and put that body spray or whatever on because
she smelled awesome. Maria intoxicated me. I built her up
to another strong orgasm, judging by her moans and groans.
When her shrieks reached a high pitch, she sucked me faster
and harder, which drove me crazy. She's trying to make me
cum first, I realized. I fought back, lavishing attention on
her clit and sticking three fingers in her, which made her
gasp in surprise and pleasure. She redoubled her efforts and
I felt myself losing the battle. Then she screamed louder.
With a gush, the canyon flooded into my mouth just as I fired
my cannon to the moon. We drank each other like college
freshmen and basked briefly in our tie.
Then she screamed and ran out of the room.
CHAPTER 6
Alex walked closer to the wide open sliding glass
door and said, "that was awesome!"
I pulled on pants while yelling, "what the hell are you
doing here?"
"Wishing I had a camera," the smartass replied.
"And trying to figure out where you escaped to. I must
admit, this never crossed my mind. She is so out of your
league, dad. I'm happy you scored a super-babe, but when
she drops you, it will be epic."
"Why aren't you in school?"
"You act completely differently, you sell $30,000
worth of stock, then you disappear for an entire night. It was
driving me crazy. If I didn't put wireless spy cams on every
exit, I'd be in a mental hospital right now."
"You spied on me?" I couldn't believe it.
"You sang while making pancakes. Yes, I spied on
you. I worried you were either into drugs or about to buy a
boat, but Justine had some really crazy theories. You don't
owe the mafia, do you?"
I pulled myself to my full height and stepped into his
space. "How could you possibly know I sold $30,000?"
"Oh, that. Ah, shit, sorry, dad, but I put spyware on all the computers two years ago when you and mom started
sleeping in separate bedrooms. We wanted leverage for
when you guys accepted the inevitable."
"We?"
"Justine thought of it, but I have the technical skills.
She wants to move in with her boyfriend when you guys split
up, and I plan on taking the GED when I'm fifteen and a half
so I can work as a research assistant for Uncle Harold. I'm
already doing what I can from home, but Harold really needs
me full time. If he has to hire someone else, I may never get
in with a hedge fund on the west coast."
He may as well has smacked me with a 2X4. "You
put spyware on my computer."
"Yeah. Mom's, too. Justine figured we needed dirt to
influence the divorce. I got suspicious when you stopped
surfing for porn and started working so much. Justine
searched your room for stimulants. Well, for cocaine. She
will be so relieved when she finds out it's just for sex."
"You're gonna tell her?" I shouted.
"Well, she's really worried about you. Me? I was
just going crazy. Nothing made sense. I thought you were
going to buy me a car, but my birthday isn't for two months.
And I have more money than you. I am so relieved that
you're just boning the neighbor. We threw out some pretty
wild ideas."
"You plan on telling your mother?"
"Nah. I didn't tell you when she started getting some
two years ago, did I? I'm really proud of that."
"Excuse me?"
"No way! You still don't know? Dude, where have
you been? You think she's been working all this time?" My
son started laughing at me. "Bro, she stuck you with the
cleaning and the cooking while she got it on. We followed
her after I hacked her Smartphone -- you should see the
damn pictures! -- then confronted her at her lover's place."
"What's his name?" I had emotions exploding inside
me like someone dumped a crate of grenades.
"Linda." Alex smacked himself. "Damn it! I was
suppose to record your reaction. Justine thought it would be classic. Dude, you never wondered about mom when she
butched her hair, started wearing tents, and minimized her
bathing? When's the last time she wore makeup, perfume, or
jewelry? Hello? Just how many clues do you need?"
He was really pissing me off. "Maria's got a good
thing going with Sheldon and I can't have you fucking it up."
"Chill, son. I'm not the one fucking her, am I? You
flexing on me? You think you could take me, old man?"
The smartass. "For another year or two, yes." And I
meant it. He, apparently, agreed, backing up.
"I'm not gonna mess up her shit. Maria," he yelled
into the house. "I won't tell anyone. Not even my sister."
Maria came out, wearing my shirt and nothing else.
"I appreciate it. Sheldon is very sick and this could literally
kill him."
"I won't be a problem. Promise." He then turned to
me. "But I want to quit school if I pass the GED to work for
Uncle Harold."
"Your mother wants you to graduate from college
like we never could, and her brother is afraid of her. Plus,
the morning traffic would be brutal and you can't get an
apartment until you're of age."
"Yeah. Which is why I want to go to court to get
emancipated. Given grandpa's condition after the stroke, he
can't manage his money. I could do that for him if I could
legally enter contracts. No one else wants to do it. His shit
is so complicated, and no one understands it like I do."
"You think your mother will buy that?" I asked.
"Oh, she already agreed, in return for us not telling
you she was unfaithful. And that grandpa was giving both of
you the maximum tax-free gift every year, but she tried to
keep yours for herself. I got you up to $84,000, last time I
checked. What she doesn't know is that Justine wants to
move in with her boyfriend when I move closer to Uncle
Harold. In return, she promises to finish high school and
give community college a try. Then you two can do
whatever the hell you want to do, without getting us
involved. We do appreciate you guys sticking together when
you obviously wanted to separate. We feared each of you would try to turn us against the other, or just fight all day.
We're surprised you've been so mature about your dead
marriage."
I didn't know what to say to that. This was much
more than I ever told Maria.
"I'll agree on the condition that you go to college if
you can't make it with Uncle Harold. You're gonna have to
work crazy hours to keep up with him. You think I'm strict?
He won't cut you any slack just because you're his freakishly
brilliant nephew. And I want you to transfer my money into
my account."
Alex smiled. "Deal. I'll go to college if I can't hack
the real world, but you will support my legal emancipation
so I can get my own apartment and manage grandpa's
fortune."
We shook hands and I realized my boy just became a
man.
"So we're all good?" he asked us. "Because I'm still
curious about the thirty-thou. If you're buying her jewelry or
dresses, I haven't seen it."
Maria and I exchanged looks. I gestured for her to
explain.
"Sheldon works at UCLA Medical, part-time for the
medical insurance, but he's also a patient in an experimental
gene therapy survey. The hospital covers the treatment, but
not all the expensive medications, which are bankrupting us.
I've worked more the last few years than him, as a stripper at
the Spearmint Rhino, but I quit after taking home only half
of what I used to make because of the damn recession.
Sooner or later he will no longer be able to work, and I need
a big nest egg to cover his treatments when his insurance
drops him. So I give Abe unlimited sex-on-demand for
$100,000 a year."
"Serious?" Alex not only approved, but looked ready
to applaud.
"I made him pre-pay a month to make sure he didn't
bail on me," Maria continued. "I'm gonna need that
$100,000 to keep my husband alive."
Alex walked in and sat down. "It all makes so much sense, now." Indeed. I couldn't decide if that made Maria a
great or a terrible wife. "Can I sign up?"
My neck shot around when he asked that. My son
wants to fuck my girlfriend/mistress/lover? Maria, bless her,
just laughed it off, but my hands started sweating. If he
wasn't my son, I would be smashing his skull in right now.
"I'm not gonna go to jail fucking a minor. I only
agreed to Abe because he committed for so long."
"Oh, once I'm emancipated, I am legally an adult, so
it won't be statutory rape. And I have more money than my
dad. Grandma and grandpa have been giving Justine and me
the maximum allowable tax-free cash gift since we were
born. Last year was $15,000 from each grandparent. I hope
to become a millionaire in my 20's. It's why I got into
investing several years ago. I'm really good at it, too. I now
have more than Justine, despite her two year head start. With
dad on board, I can get a lawyer to start the paperwork. It
usually takes several months, then I won't be a minor
anymore."
I couldn't make eye contact. With either of them.
The thought of my son fucking my lover boggled my mind.
I felt the hair on my neck stand up. I felt like clawing a tree
or peeing to mark my territory. The only thing I could hear
was my heart racing and my mind shutting down. If I
objected, then Maria would know how much I cared about
her, and simply replace me with my son. That would be the
worst of both worlds. If I agreed, I was a total schmuck. It's
the first rule of sex: when God gives you a super-babe, you
don't fucking share her! I waited for Maria to agree or
disagree, but she seemed to be waiting for me to object or
not. Fuck, we'll have to wait all day then. I could feel her
studying me, the way that women study men, with those
pointy eyes and hands-on-hips.
"Why don't we cross that bridge when we get to it?" I
suggested into the very uncomfortable silence.
Alex now studied me, too. He realized I marked this
territory like a bear and would fight to defend it against
rivals. "Yeah, sure. This is all too much for one day, eh?"
He got up. "Maria," he said, holding out his hand. "Your secret is safe with me as long as dad keeps his promise."
"We'll soon know if you're a man of your word or a
weasel."
Alex must have seen the boulder roll off my
shoulders. The relief on my face must have been obvious
because he decided to fuck with me. Just because he could,
the ungrateful bastard.
"Maria, I wonder if you would indulge me. Through
the glass window I couldn't get a clear view. Since we're all
friends now, would you mind showing me what I only saw so
briefly from so far away?"
She blinked. I know she understood, but she still
blinked. I could see her processing her options like in
Terminator: smack the kid, show the goods, or do like
Schwarzenegger did and tell him to fuck off. Alex patiently
waited for it, too. He certainly didn't expect her to do what
she did. Hell, I didn't expect her to do what she did. But she
fucking did it. With an elegance of a stripper, she shed my
shirt and stood before us wearing nothing but a smile. She
stood just out of arm's reach and turned around for him,
dancing to the music she always had in the background.
Fuck music, she called it. I later learned it was Spanish
reggeton.
"I'd kiss you, but I still have your father's cum in my
mouth."
My smartass son didn't know what to say. She
stunned him like a Star Trek laser. Finally, someone
discovered how to shut him the fuck up. When I noticed the
wild look in his eyes, it hit me what she just did to him. She
just showed him what his fucking father was getting several
times a day. With that I stood up and regained my dignity.
"Haul ass back to school while I fuck Maria again.
I've only cum in two out of three holes since last night. She
swallows me every morning, so it's hard to keep the tank full.
Don't worry. When you're filthy rich, I'm sure you will find
a total stunner like Maria who will suck you off every day,
too."
Alex finally turned from Maria to look at me. He got
it, too. He understood what she just did to him. He was going to beat off forever to this recording in his head, while I
got the real thing. With his mediocre looks and unflattering
disposition, he would need to earn millions to taste what I
feasted on all day long.
"Don't forget your fucking promise," I warned him as
I pushed my son out of the house. "If Sheldon hears of this,
I'll oppose your emancipation."
Once he stumbled over the wall, I turned and kissed
Maria. My knees felt weak, so I grabbed the tequila bottle
and drank a good portion of it before sitting down to
decompress.
"Please promise me you won't ever fuck him," I
begged her. "His head will get so big it will sink California
into the Pacific. Instead, I'll remain your client for another
year."
"You're willing to commit to two years?" she asked,
teasing me.
"I'm willing to commit to a lifetime. And then
some."
She laughed. God, I loved her laugh. Too many girls
giggle, which I find irritating. "I promise I won't ever fuck
him, but I reserve the right to fuck with him. Do you mind if
I flirt with him, as long as I swear it will never go farther
than flirting?"
"No matter how much he offers you?" I sounded
skeptical.
"The last time a boy promised me the moon, I almost
died and lost my ability to have children."
I exhaled for the first time in like forever. "You are
so awesome."
"You're not so bad yourself. You wanna have lunch?"
"I wanna get drunk, sleep, and wake up with you
naked in my arms and horny as hell."
Her face lit up. "You always know just what to say."