"A Girl's Gotta Do..." (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

"A Girl's Gotta Do..."

(Closed to LP1957)​

Lara Reed let her dress fall from her body, leaving her standing there in the open air of the construction site in nothing more than her stockings and a matching pair of black panties. She trembled down to her core, not just because of the cool breeze passing over her skin but because she'd never done anything like this before in her life.

But...

Maybe we're getting ahead of ourselves...

Six Weeks Earlier:

Lara's husband entered the master bath of their relatively new home to find Lara sobbing, tears streaking her mascara down her cheeks. She answered his inquiry as to what was wrong by handing him a sheet of paper and the opened envelope from which it had come.

The page contained a great deal of legal mumbo jumbo from their lawyer that Lara didn't honestly understand to it fullest. But she understood enough to know that life as they'd known it was about to come crashing down into a pile of burning rubble.

Lara had been a college freshman, just short of 19 years of age, when she'd met her decade older husband at a conference she was covering for the Community College's newspaper. Lara hadn't understood most of what he was saying about online stocks, day trading, long term versus short term investing, and other such over-her-head topics. But his charm had been easy to understand and appreciate. Over a cup of espresso a week later, Lara had fallen in love with him. She'd surrendered her virginity to him a couple of months into their relationship, and within the year they'd exchanged vows and moved into their first dinky little apartment downtown.

Her husband's given name was Edward. Most of his friends simply called him Ed. But Lara had called him Eddie on their first real date, and since he'd seemed to like it, she'd been calling him such ever since. He'd excelled in some form of day trading that -- like most of his career area -- she didn't understand. Oh, she wasn't an idiot or anything like that. She just didn't have a head for finance.

Lara had continued with her education in Journalism after the marriage, ultimately getting her BA and then starting on her Masters. The University program through which Lara was working was expensive, but Eddie was making good money and footing the bill while she spent half her time studying and the other half caring for her husband and their home.

She was deeply in love with her husband and would do just about anything for him.

Little did Lara know that in a month and a half, she would be taking her clothes off before another man in the hopes of letting him fuck her would save her and her husband's business, marriage, home, and future.

"He says it's all gone, doesn't he?" she sobbed about the note from their business lawyer. "I don't … I don't understand half of what he's saying … but … he's saying it's lost. The entire investment."

She sobbed again, stood, and moved forward to wrap her arms around her husband's torso. Lara began crying fiercely, sobbing in between, "What are-- What are we-- gonna do? We're-- we're ruined."

……………​

Lara Reed
24 years old
5'6"
35B-23-35
109 pounds
Waxed

 

[LP1957]

“What are—What are we—gonna do? We’re ruined.” She exclaimed to him while crying. Her pretty young face smeared with her make up. Ed, having just stepped out of the shower after working out in their downstairs gym. He tried to keep himself in good shape, but never seemed able to develop any noticable muscle tone. Still he remained fairly fit and thin for his 34 years.

“No Lara no.” He told her. Trying to calm his young bride. He didn’t even bother to look at the letter which had brought her so much grief. He already knew what it contained, better then she did.

“It’s just a hiccup love.” He continued to calm her. “This happens all the time. Margins get missed, but they will always be made up in short order.” He had been both lucky and skilled in the art of trading most anything. Stocks, bonds, precious metals, investing in start up companies. As early as high school he was making small deals which always seemed to pay off. Never in a fortune, but steadily increasing his wealth and assets.

He was 29 when he met his bride to be. Their whirwind romance would see them married just after he turned 30. She was more than he had ever dreamed or hoped for. Edward wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was just average, and average guys didn’t get to date, let alone marry girls like Lara.

He was on cloud nine from the time they met until now, three years into what he considered the perfect marriage. They still had sex a couple times a week. He was always dissappointed in himself as he could never last more than a couple minutes once he got inside of her. She never seemed to care or mind that it ended too quickly. They always cuddled and talked after.

He pulled her close, covered only by his towel and hugged her tight. She could see and feel the towel being lifted. It didn’t take much to excite Ed when she was near. “I will make some phone calls and get things sorted out.” He assured her.

Only this wasn’t like all “the other times”. He had a penchant for making a quick deal when he needed that would turn the tide. Only he was in a slump now, one like he had never experianced before. To boot, they had purchased a house a little out of their comfort zone. They sank ¾’s of their savings into buying it.

The other 25%, along with a decent loan he had secured went into a start-up that he considered “can’t miss”. Only the returns were being deleyd and prolonged by the major stock holder. Rex Mansfield was close to being a billionaire. This deal would put him over the top if he held out long enough and got the bids higher. He didn’t need the money, he just cherished the notoriety.

Edward knew that they would need to find a soluation and fast, they were past due on their mortgage with another payment coming due within the week. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer. He couldn’t bare to tell her the truth.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“No Lara no.” He told her.
“It’s just a hiccup love.”
“This happens all the time...”

Lara knew little to nothing about her husband's business, except that it had provided them a comfortable life. She'd never wanted for anything, but then she'd never really gone overboard with requests of expensive jewelry, lavish wardrobes, or week long trips to exotic locales. Lara had grown up a simple girl in a simple home in a simple town, so what Eddie had given her had been like a dream come true.

And now, that dream was becoming a nightmare. Oh sure, Eddie said it was nothing. A hiccup that happens all the time. But she knew him better than he knew himself. He was her husband, her one true love, her one and only lover. His reassurances were coming up short, though she wasn't about to tell him that she knew that.

He reassured her, “I will make some phone calls and get things sorted out.”

Lara held her husband close to her … then through the sobs giggled. "You're hard, Eddie."

She pressed her lower body harder into her head-plus-a-bit taller husband, feeling his erection press against her flat, firm belly just above the waist line of her panties. She giggled again at his reaction, then pulled her head back, stood on her tippy toes, and pulled his face down to meet his lips with her own in a soft but erotic kiss.

"It always amazes me," she told him in a whisper before kissing him again, "How you get hard at just about any moment."

She pulled back, grasping one of his hands and leading him out into the bedroom. "We're about to lose every thing … and yet Ready Eddie down there is rip raring to go."

Lara laughed at the use of her nickname for her husband's cock. His penis had been not just the first to ever find pleasure within her but the first she'd ever seen in the flesh. Lara hadn't been naïve when she met Eddie; she'd just been inexperienced. She'd had some fun between the sheets a couple of times with a female cousin back in their teens; kissing, caressing, and gentle, non-orgasmic toying of erogenous zones. She'd followed that up her junior year of high school with an actual true lesbian friend who had performed oral sex on her, leading to her first and only orgasm before marrying Eddie.

But no man had ever partaken of Lara's body before Eddie. Lara enjoyed the sex. For the most part. She had led Eddie to far more orgasms than he ever had her. One of her female cousins -- no, not that one -- with whom Lara had no secrets had told her it was because Ready Eddie wasn't Big Eddie. But Lara didn't believe that at all. She honestly thought the problem was her because even when Eddie went down on her, Lara only came about half the time.

"Maybe he's just no good!" her cousin had stressed.

But Lara knew that wasn't true either. Eddie didn't know this, but Lara had met one of his former lovers shortly after they married. They'd had a heart to heart in which the woman had said Eddie had been a great lover. So … it had to be Lara's fault. She was the way she was and that was the way it would be. So long as she made Eddie happy and could sneak off to the bathroom occasionally and fulfill her need for release, Lara was happy.

"I want you, right now," she said, needing to purge this despair from her mind. Near the bed, Lara shed her blouse and skirt in an instant, then pushed her panties to midthigh before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled them rest of the way off. She parted her knees, showing off her smooth, hairless womanhood. She asked with a smirk, "Hungry?"

 

[LP1957]

“It always amazes me, how you get hard at just about any moment.” She whispered to him with a little giggle and that twinkle in her eyes. It was true, from the first day they met, when she was just a student interviewing him about day trading he had been hard just with her presence and beauty.

He remembered how he had tried to hide his boner from her and give coherent answers to her questions. He was glad she didn’t know the ins and outs of the business or he would have never pulled it off as his mind over and over drifted to her and how he might work up the courage to ask her out.

She took hold of his hand and led him to their marital bed. “We’re about to loose everything— and yet Ready Eddie down there is rip raring to go.” Her pet name for his cock. he knew when she mentioned “Ready Eddie” that she was in the mood for some serious love making.

“I want you, right now.” She exclaimed as she quickly removed her blouse and skirt, she was braless and when she lowered her panties to her knees, Eddie could feel his raging cock throb with want of her.

She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her panties, spreading her knees she asked her one word question softly, “Hungry?” Eddie didn’t need any more prompting. He tossed the towel aside, kneeling before his bride and kissing her thighs left to right in an ascending manner until he reached her already wet sex.

Ed went to work there in an unordered manner. Licking her lips, kissing her clit, sliding his tongue deep into her tight hairless pussy. Never staying anywhere long enough to have the effect she needed. He was sure that he always made her orgasm when he went down on her. It was really his favorite thing to do. He knew it lasted longer than the actual sex and he loved her taste and the way it made her writher and moan.

As she started to thrash about on the bed, Eddie was sure she was in the midst of a good orgasm and so he stood and. Pointed his erect cock at that hot tight wet opening. He pushed in, all 5 1/2 inches in one swift entrance. He began to pump it in and out of her as fast and hard as he could.

Less than ninety seconds later he was grunting and filling her little tight pussy with his seed. He pulled out and flipped over on to his back next to her on the bed. “I promise Lara, I promise we won’t loose our house over this. I will make it all good.” He kissed her and they cuddled, he was sure a good round of sex was all his wife needed to ease her mind. If only it could ease his as well.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Eddie's performance with his mouth had always been such a conflict for Lara. It felt so good, so good, to feel his tongue and lips and sometimes even a finger or two on or in her. But her husband never stuck to what he was doing long enough to push the pleasure he was causing to that peak of ecstacy she so desperately needed.

For a moment, Lara thought Eddie was going to do it this time around! He'd settled in on an up and down flicking of her clit that had her writhing on the bed, thighs clenching around his head, ankles locked, back arched. And then…

Fuck! her brain screamed so loudly that Lara almost feared she had actually spoken the word out loud. He's just stopped, with her perhaps two minutes, maybe less from exploding. Why...? Why...?!? She honestly didn't realize that her reaction to what Eddie had been so skillfully doing to her had made him believe that she'd already cum.

She took him into her arms as he entered her and tried to match his thrusts in such a way as to finish herself off. But, no prize there either. He gave out his familiar grunt of ecstasy, then once he began down from his own peak, flipped over to his back beside her

“I promise Lara, I promise we won’t loose our house over this,” he told her as his chest rose and fell to the euphoria sweeping through him. “I will make it all good.”

"I know you will, Eddie," she said, rolling to lay against his side. She tried to ignore her unfulfilled need as she told him with the sincerest tone she could fake, "I trust you'll find a way out of this for us. I love you. Always have, always will."

The love you part wasn't feigned, of course. Lara had, did, and would love Eddie for ever and ever. It was her confidence that they were going to be fine that was the issue. They'd have to sell the house and the second car, as well as the ski boat that had been her dream since she'd gone skiing clear back as a high school sophomore.

They probably couldn't get an apartment once their credit was shot. They'd have to move in with her parents, back on the farm. They had the room, and they'd always loved Eddie to death for taking such good care of their little girl. How was this going to play out with them? They'd hate Eddie now.

"I have to pee," she whispered, lifting her head to kiss Eddie passionately on the lips. She reached down to grip and knead Ready Eddie a moment, laughed, and promised, "I'm gonna come back in a moment, and we're gonna go for round two."

Lara giggled as she leapt from the bed, jiggling her ass at her husband as she made her way into the bathroom. Before she closed and locked the door, she told Eddie, "You just lay there and rest and get your strength back. We're not done yet!"

Once behind the locked door, Lara turned on the iPod and Bluetooth speaker box that she kept there specifically to cover up what was about to happen. She set a towel atop the laundry hamper, sat there with her knees parted, and fondled her clit until she erupted in the euphoria that she'd so desperately wanted to feel while under her lover's body. It didn't take long, of course, as Eddie had already primed the pump. Lara gave herself a minute to come down, then cleaned herself up, turned the music off, and returned to the bedroom.

"Saddle up, cowboy," she announced as she leaped back onto the bed. "It's time for this cowgirl to take a ride."

Lara massaged the already mostly stiff Ready Eddie to a higher level of stiffness, and mounted it. She moved hard and fast, lifting her body until Eddie's average length nearly escaped before slamming down upon him again and again and again. Her husband came again, too quickly again. But Lara didn't dismount. She continued to ride hard and fast until she was almost out of energy, desperate to cum atop him.

But … alas it didn't happen. She faked an orgasm, then slumped down upon her husband's body, exaggerating her breathing against his chest. She hated doing that, faking. But Lara was still convinced that it was her who was the issue. And even if she had thought the fault lay with Eddie's inability to please her, Lara would never in a million years have told him. She loved her husband too much to do that to him.

They'd get it right eventually. Hell, they'd only been married three years, four years coming up this next month. It took time for couple to get the rhythm right sometimes … right?

 

[LP1957]

Eddie was proud of himself. He had just given his beautiful wife not one but two moments of bliss. First with his tongue on her hot little wet box and then again as he fucked her good. So good he thought to himself as she announced: "I have to pee,"

He was sure of it when she looked over her shoulder and announced: "I'm gonna come back in a moment, and we're gonna go for round two." He laughed to himself when he heard her music go on behind the closed bathroom door. Almost 4 years of marriage and she still didn't want her husband to hear her peeing into the toilet.

Ed retrieved his phone while she was in the bathroom. He knew from experience that it would take her a few minutes to return. He figured she was not just urinating, but also cleaning herself up from their little tryst. Truth be told, he liked when she smelled a little ripe after their sex. He would prefer she stayed that way all night. He wouldn't tell her that as she took pride it seemed on fixing herself up after most of their encounters. He would much rather have his sperm floating about inside of her all night long.

He texted that asshole Rex Mansfield, there was a fancy dinner for all the share holders and potential bidders happening tomorrow night. He had originally declined the invitation, as he didn't enjoy being in large social gatherings. He also didn't want to subject Lara to a long night of boring financial talk, but it was a dinner for couples so he would need to include her.

"Saddle up, cowboy," she announced as she leaped back onto the bed. "It's time for this cowgirl to take a ride." She looked extra radiant when she emerged from the bathroom. All clean and energized with a joyful look on her angelic face.

Taking hold of his half hard cock she played with it until it was about 80% it's normal hardness and then mounted him. She fucked him hard, rising up until just his tip remained inside her tight little pussy, then SLAMMING back down on it with all of her 109 pounds.

As hard as she jumped up and down on Ready Eddie, he seemed to be getting softer rather than harder. He still managed to cum, albeit only a dribble of what he usually shot (which wasn't voluminous). He was lasting a lot longer for her though this second time around which made him happy.

Shortly after he came and just before his softening cock popped out of her she too began to breath heavy and orgasmed. Twice in one night he beamed, Eddie couldn't remember that happening since their honeymoon.

As she lay exhausted over him, her chest heaving in long deep breaths he kissed her. "Lara, I made arrangements for us to attend an investors dinner tomorow evening. It is semi formal so you will need to wear something nice. It will give me a chance to talk to Rex about moving some money back our way. It will also give you a chance to finally meet the man that holds our immediate future in his hands." He laughed at the last part making the all too real situation seem like a joke.

They cuddled and fell asleep in a post orgasmic bliss. (well one of them did anyway.) Lara awoke to an empty bed. There was a note that explained Ed would be away most of the day. This was not an unusual occurrence. He was always out early and long, investigating different investment opportunities and the like.

The note read: "I will pick you up at 4:00. Please remember to wear something nice as we will be trying to persuade new investors all evening. Love you, Ed."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

[OOC -- Keep in mind that the first pic below is Lara (naked and out of context) and the second pic is of the dress she is wearing (but not with Lara in it in the pic).]


Lara pulled the bedding from the foot of the bed over their still sweaty bodies and listened as her husband told her about the next evening's dinner. She heard a great deal about Rex Mansfield, and very little of it had been good news. The man was a powerful and wealthy investor who, if Eddie's descriptions were accurate, manipulated people and situations for his own benefit regardless of the cost to the little guys.

She and Eddie were the little guys, relatively speaking. Oh, they were better off than much if not most of the country's population. Or, they had been, before the recent losses her husband had suffered. Now, hell, if things didn't improve, that little room at her parents' house might be all they had left.

At 4pm, just as Eddie had promised, he pulled up in front of the house. Lara was wearing a new dress that hugged her curves deliciously and four inch heels that emphasized her already long, shapely legs. She did a little runway style turn at the bottom of the stairs as he got out to open the passenger side door, then gave him a big kiss before taking her place for the short ride.

Despite the dinner being held in the most extravagant mansion Lara had ever been in, it began just as Eddie had promised it would: boring. He introduced her to a seemingly endless supply of investors and executives, spouses and aides. Lara had always been pretty good with names, but after the first fifty or so you just have to give up.

The one name she wasn't about to forget, though, was Rex Mansfield, and not just because he was the man of the evening at this particular function. The three of them had had a short conversation early in the evening, but it had been obvious that Rex wanted to get away. Lara knew why, of course; Eddie wasn't important enough for the billionaire to waste time on.

But even that wasn't the issue. Lara had always been a people watcher. It was why she'd wanted to become a journalist. She loved an interesting story, and interesting stories always had interesting people at the heart of them. Since this was Rex's big show, Lara made a point of often searching for him in the crowd. And every … single … time she set eyes upon the man, his gaze was already on her.

Lara was sure she was imagining it, until about two hours into the monotony of the event he sidled up next to her during one of the many times Eddie snuck off to lobby some big wig. Rex greeted Lara again, asked her if she was enjoying herself, then asked some random, conversation making questions about her life.

"I have a BA in Journalism and a Masters, too," she told him. "My area of study for the latter was the effect of social media on more mainstream media, specifically whether or not social media--"

That was all the farther Lara got as Rex leaned in a bit closer and said in barely over a whisper, "Would you like to see my bedroom?"

Lara's eyes opened wide in shock. After a moment of hesitation she asked with sincere confusion, "What?"

He sipped from his flute of very expensive champagne, leaned in again, and expanded, "Would you like to go upstairs with me … and see my bedroom."

Rex sipped again as Lara just stared up into his eyes. He told her without the leaning and lowered voiced about a recent renovation that included the addition of several pieces of original artwork, an enlarged balcony that looked out over 8 acres of sculptured gardens, and a brand new bed that had had to be built from scratch because No one in the world made a mattress that big, not even the guys with those counting sheep commercials.

"You're … asking me … to go upstairs with you … to see your bedroom?" Lara asked slowly, still in disbelief. She had to be misunderstanding Rex's intentions. He knew she was married. He'd just been introduced to him as Edward Reed's wife. When Rex confirmed his invitation, Lara decided she needed clarification and asked, "I'm sure, Mister Mansfield, that the invitation extends to my husband as well, yes? Should I go search him down for this … tour of yours?"

But Rex laughed, looked about himself for prying eyes and eavesdropping ears, and leaned in a third time to whisper, "Only if you want him to watch."

Lara's eyes widened again with the confirmation that Rex Mansfield, the man holding all the strings concerning her and her husband's future, wanted to fuck her upstairs while her Eddie and a couple of hundred guests milled about his mansion, eating and drinking to their hearts content.

She turned to pass around Rex to find Eddie, telling him, "I think I should probably be going--"

But the billionaire caught Lara by the elbow, casual like, not forcefully. When she looked up to him, he smiled, chuckled a bit, and told her, "I'm sorry. I … I must have misunderstood."

"Misunderstood what?" she asked, again shocked.

"You kept looking my way, so, I thought … maybe you were interested."

"I'm not," Lara said quickly but quietly. "I'm married. To a business associate of yours. A business associate who needs you to--"

"Yes, yes, I'm aware of what your husband needs from me," Rex cut in with a dismissive attitude. He released his soft grasp on Lara's elbow and said with a promising tone, "Listen, I'm sorry about this. Please, forget it happened. There's no need for your husband to get wind of this. I won't suffer any harm, but you--"

"I didn't do anything!" Lara growled.

"I know that," Rex agreed. "But … will your husband believe that. Why don't we just forget this happened and--"

Suddenly a couple stepped up to interject themselves in what they thought was just a casual conversation between party goers. Lara took the opportunity to walk away. When she found Eddie she practically begged him, "Can we leave? I don't feel well."

 

[LP1957]

Ed pulled up in his black Mercedes SUV and honked its horn. He knew Lara would be ready, she was very punctual. A trait he really adored her for. She was never "almost ready" like most woman. When she had a time frame she met it.

Ed got out and opened her door for her as he saw her in the large picture window of their house.
She did a little runway style turn at the bottom of the stairs. She was wearing a skin tight little purple dress that showed off all of her assets in all the best ways.

A dress that looked new, and pricey. Edward cringed a little as the price of that and her matching new spiked heels. Whatever the cost, they couldn't afford it right now. Oh, there was a little money trickling in from his other ventures. Enough for them to eat on, and to keep up the lifestyle they were accustomed to.

There wasn't enough to cover luxuries like this new outfit, or the car payments on the SUV he held open for her. Let alone the mortgage payments. He feared this might be their last date in the nice car which would need to be down sized very soon if this night didn't pan out as he hoped.

He would get Rex alone, explain his situation and sale back a portion of his investment. Something he really didn't want to do as he knew it would become a gold mine when it matured. His bride was beautiful none the less and they shared a kiss as she slithered into the passenger seat. Her tight purple dress rode up as she wiggled into the seat, causing her skimpy black panties to peak out from the hem line.

Steady Eddie popped up his little head at seeing this and he was again half hard as he got into the drivers seat and drove off. They shortly arrived at Rex's extravagant manner. The valet getting a nice tip as Lara again had to slither out of the deep seat and giving him a peak at those same panties that Eddie was gifted seeing. Steady Eddie seemed to get even harder still as the young boy gawked and stared up his wife's dress.

They made their way around the crowded room. Edward introducing her to one dry personality after another. 20 minutes later, he saw Rex across the room and pulled her hand to make their way in his direction.

Despite the buxom blonde he was conversing with, who was practically falling out of her designer Armani dress, (designed it seemed to offer her tits to anyone that stood in front of her) Rex's eyes locked in and never left the oncoming Lara who was still hand in hand with her husband. His eyes boring into her heart and soul as none had since she first met Edward.

Ed started the conversation, very diligently trying to ask Rex for some serious time to talk. Despite Rex's eyes never departing from Lara's deep brown eyes, he quickly made an excuse to exit their company half promising to talk to Edward latter in the evening.

Discouraged, Ed parked his wife at a table near the bar and went off to try and get some financial help from other sources. He hated leaving her alone, but knew she liked to people watch and that she was very sociable should anyone stop by to chat with her. He would every now and then go back to check up on her as the night progressed.

At one point being away for a good 45 minutes as he had a prospective client on the hook and didn't want to miss out on a very likely source of quick income. With a promise of another meeting tomorrow, Ed went to find his wife and tell her the good news.

Finding her, her first words were: "Can we leave? I don't feel well." Edward looked at her so very sympatetecly. "I'm so sorry my love. You should have come to find me. Of course we can leave now. I have some good news." They left, their goodbyes limited to only those they passed on the way out.

The next month passed by too quickly. The "good news" money came and went. It helped for the moment but didn't last long. The mortgage was now 2 full months past due and going on three quickly. The amount of money Rex had spent on his party would have covered close to 6 months of their house payments.

The bastard wouldn't even return any of his calls. His secretary always giving the excuse that he was extremely busy and would get back to Edward when things slowed down. Ed knew he was being purposely avoided.

Edward knew that the major deal they were invested in together had to be completed in the next 5 months due to its legal status. He and Lara couldn't last more than one more month without their home being foreclosed on. He was beginning to panic and he feared that his lovely wife could see it in his demeanor. She certainly could since it in the bedroom, where their sex life had become almost non-existent.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

After the revelation of their financial situation and the incident with Rex Mansfield at the party, life had begun to serious suck for Lara. She'd cut back on her socializing because that had always required spending on clothes, dinners, luncheons, even just afternoon coffees that could quickly eat up much of a fifty dollar bill. She'd always loved to cook lavish meals for Eddie, but the expensive ingredients also added up and their dinners had become more common and less enjoyable.

And sex? Fuck … she'd become a chunk of ice floating in a still sea. She and Eddie had gone at it two or sometimes three times a week consistently through their nearly four years of marriage. And while she'd never enjoyed it as fully as her husband had, Lara had always welcomed the feel of Eddie's mouth on her labia and clit or his cock inside her aching pussy. Now, though, she more often than not headed to be either long before or long after he did to avoid even being questioned about whether she wanted to get busy.

"Rex Mansfield asked me to sleep with him at his party."

Lara studied her husband's reaction to her very blunt statement. Eddie had been sitting in his study frantically going over his books and checking his online information regarding their finances when he'd told Lara about Rex fully and intentionally ignoring their business dealings. And she knew in an instant why it was happening.

"When you were off talking to that guy," she continued before he could respond, mentioning the short term business deal that had gotten them through the last two months. "Rex approached me and--"

Lara paused, drawing a deep breath at the realization that she was finally going to tell Eddie about the incident. She continued, "Rex approached me … and he told me about the renovations to his bedroom … and … I thought maybe he might be inviting me up … for sex. So … I asked him straight out if that was what he wanted. Eddie … he said yes. When I reminded him that I was married … and that he and you were in business … he … Eddie, he just shrugged."

She could feel the tears welling in her eyes as she forced herself to tell her husband, "I wanted to know for certain that he was asking me what I thought he was asking, so I said maybe I should find my husband and invite him up, too--"

A sob escaped her throat, but she continued, "And he … and he said … only if I wanted you to watch him fuck me."

Lara exploded in sobs now, tears flooding down her cheeks. She was trembling deep down into her core. As he husband reacted, Lara managed to get out, "I did this! I'm the reason … I'm why he won't-- I should have just slept with him."

 

[LP1957]

Things were getting desperate and fast. To make matters worse their home life was suffering. Meals were turning into low budget cuisine with leftovers a staple in their diet. Sex over the last month consisted of Eddie going down on her one time in a drunken daze. Never much of a drinker, he got her halfway there before bowing out saying "I need to sleep this off." Was he sleeping off his drinking or her wet and needy pussy?

Alone in his study, and on his last leg financially, Edward Reed was trying to figure out what bills he could pay. Their SUV was long gone, alleviating that payment. In its place was a used Ford Focus that Lara was a little embarrassed to be seen in. Funny how expectations can change after living the good life for awhile.

They had sold her car as well and now shared the Ford. One reason why she no longer felt like socializing this past month.

"Rex Mansfield asked me to sleep with him at his party." The blunt statement caused Edward to drop everything and look up at his wife. She was dressed down in sweats and a t-shirt as if that look might cushion her news.

She went on with Eddie only hearing every third word or so. The blood running to his head and causing it to throb. "Rex approached me … and he told me about the renovations to his bedroom … and … I thought maybe he might be inviting me up … for sex. So … I asked him straight out if that was what he wanted. Eddie … he said yes. When I reminded him that I was married … and that he and you were in business … he … Eddie, he just shrugged."

As partial as his hearing was at this moment, he got the jest of what she was relaying to him. He watched his wife as the tears appeared and ran down her cheeks. Edward immediately wanted to find Rex Mansfield and kick his horny ass.

Rex was 6'2" and mostly muscle on his 220 pound frame. He had 3 inches and 40 pounds on poor Eddie, so while that thought ran through his head, the likelihood of it ever happening was slight to none.

"I wanted to know for certain that he was asking me what I thought he was asking, so I said maybe I should find my husband and invite him up, too--And he … and he said … only if I wanted you to watch him fuck me."

Edward heard that. Unfortunately and inexplicably so did Ready Eddie, who came to life of his own accord at the profound thought of that ever happening. How was this happening? Why was this happening?

"I did this! I'm the reason … I'm why he won't-- I should have just slept with him." Her words cut through him like a dull knife. He pulled her close into a hug and just held her close. She could again feel the presence of his hard penis against her belly.

"No Lara No......" he said in almost a whispered tone as he held her tightly.

 

[LP1957]

Rex

It was Monday afternoon as Rex Mansfield sat, contemplating, behind the large mahogany desk in his spacious office. He was [-] this close to becoming a true billionaire. Sure the newspapers sometimes refered to him as one already. Most people thought he already was.

There were close to 600 already in the United States alone. Over 2200 in the world and it bothered him to no small degree that he wasn’t quite over that hump just yet. Now with the impending sale of the high rise that was just around the corner he would become legitimate.

It was four days since his buyers party at his mansion. Four days since he was introduced to Mrs Edward Reed. He smiled as he thought of her. How her eyes had locked with his from across the large room and stayed that way until she was next to him meeting for the first time.

He was mesmerized by her perfect body, barely sheathed in the little purple dress that accentuated her reddish-auburn hair. Her deep brown, innocent eyes showing a look of admiration, and perhaps lust he hoped. What wasn't there to admire? Rex, in his $9,000. suit and his $22,000. watch. Just extoling wealth and luxury. Fit as an athlete and confident as a politician.

Lara, he thought as he began to feel his manhood moving. He smiled as he knew he had to have her. He would have her. He had secured his buyers Thursday, the night of the party. He could have wrapped this deal up before the weekend and the cute couple would have received their first installment check of over a million dollars in the mail today.

Instead they had received a 10 day foreclosure statement. Funny how the stars always seemed to allign for Rex. It was ten days until the high rise they had built would be sold to those investors. It was, coincidently 10 days until Edward and Lara’s fourth anniversary. The year of fruits and flowers he laughed to himself. He would send Ed a fruit basket as he deflowered his bride.

Rex had planned on screwing Edward Reed from day one. It was how he did business. How he had made himself so succesful. He was keeping tabs on every little pie that Ed put his fingers into. Making back deals to assure they would not be lucrative for the Reed family.

His plan was to force Edward to sale back his investment before it matured. His plan had changed. He unzipped his pants and folded out what looked to be the perfect cock. It was now fully hard as he daydreamed about his newest sexual prey. His new plan was to fuck Lara instead.

Rex slowly stroked the length of his model penis. If there were a magazine of model cocks, his could be the centerfold. It was 8 1/2 inches long and as thick as the working end of a baseball bat. As stiff and straight as a two inch steel pipe. The head mushroomed nicely and the veins looked to be symmetrical.

A large dollop of precum leaked out of the slit and Rex rubbed it into the mushroom head causing it to turn an angry red. He may have to turn Lara into a whore and buy her the first time. But she would be back, they always came back he thought to himself as his strokes became faster.

He again smiled to himself as he remembered their conversation. “I’m sure Mr. Mansfield, that the invitation extends to my husband as well, yes? Should I go search him down for this…tour of yours?”

Remebering his sarcastic answer to her perturbed question: “Only if you want him to watch.” He replied Her shock told him to diffuse the situation. But he vowed at that very time that he would be inside her within the month.

He could hold up the deal, and Edwards other ventures, long enough to insure that would happen. He also vowed that when she came back, and she would he was so sure of himself, that he would make her invite little eddie to watch them.

The thought had his balls bubbling. Balls the size of ping pong balls and always full and ready. Rex reached out and pressed a button on his desk.

His secretary Linda, in the adjacent office entererd tying her hair back as she walked toward him. The same secretary that had so efficiently put off poor Edward for the last four days approched Rex and knelt on the plush carpet next to his chair.

She proceeded to stretch her mouth around his massive cock and go to work on it like a pro. It wasn’t long before he was spewing his hot seed down her throat. She stayed attached, somehow managing to not spill a drop.

After coaxing out every last dribble, then and only then did she disengage and wipe him dry with a soft cloth from her pocket. “Will there be anything else Sir?” she asked in an almost hopefull tone.

“Not today Linda thank you,” He answered. “Take the rest of the afternoon off dear.” He said so casually as he tucked his spent penis back into his pants.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara clutched her arms tightly around her husband's torso as she sobbed. Tears flowed so freely that there was soon a wet spot on the chest of his tee shirt. He continued to comfort her for a couple of minutes, during which Lara couldn't help but notice her husbands erection between their bellies as it so often was. How could he be fucking hard at a time like this? she asked without confronting Eddie about it.

She finally pulled back and said she needed a minute alone. Lara headed to their bedroom and simply sat on the edge of the bed for the longest time, thinking. It was already late, so she stripped down to her sports bra and panties and slipped into bed. She was out in no time at all, knowing that Eddie would eventually realize she'd gone to bed and would do so himself.

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The next morning Eddie was up, about, and out as was pretty typical for him. She'd always envied his early bird mentality when she, herself, had always been such a night owl. Lara sent her husband a text as soon as she blinked her eyes back to life telling him to please not do anything about Rex and his inappropriate proposition. His response was that he'd leave it alone.

Lara spent the morning contemplating her situation and finally just couldn't think about it any longer. She had been putting off lunch plans with her best friend and confidant, Penny, for weeks now, and she was finally going to get out of the house and pretend her life wasn't falling apart. She got into her feel-good-about-myself wardrobe and found a jet black, long sleeved, form fitting top that was cropped up to her rib cage and a black and white, pencil skirt that rode low on her hips and hugger her down to just above her knees. Combined with a pair of opened toed, 5 inch heels, with her hair loose to waft in the day's light breeze, Lara couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror, smile, and think Fuck you, Rex! Keep dreaming, 'cause I'm just too much for you!

That confidence went all to shit, though, when she walked onto the veranda of the restaurant at which she was meeting her friend … and found Rex Mansfield there sitting with business associates just two tables away! He caught sight of her as she cut through the lunch crowd to join her friend, smiling politely -- or was that hungrily -- as he casually lifted his wine glass to salute her. Lara ignored him, intentionally sitting in a chair across from Penny that would put her back to the bastard.

But she couldn't keep him out of her mind, and her friend could see that something was distracting her. Penny finally asked, and Lara said quietly, "Remember me telling you about Rex Mansfield?"

Penny knew all about the incident, but she didn't know Rex, nor did she known he was sitting just 20 feet away. She cursed him under her breath and asked if Lara wanted her to go pepper spray him, which Lara laughed about, knowing that the woman probably did in fact carry a dispenser of the noxious gas in her purse. Instead, Lara told Penny, "I need to go talk to him a moment … confront him."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Penny asked, adding, "in your current condition."

"What condition?" Lara asked, ignorant of what her friend was suggesting.

Penny glanced down to her friend's breasts, raised a knowing eyebrow, and whispered, "That condition."

Lara peeked downward, then back up. Her nipples were swollen to their fullest, creating little mounds under the tight top. She blushed and chuckled with embarrassment, not just because of the obvious excitement her body was showing but of why: she'd confessed to Lara on at least three occasions over the last month that she had imagined letting Rex Mansfield fuck her that night or on some subsequent night … and that she'd even masturbated in bed after Eddie left for work on day, to the image of that manly-man Mansfield ramming what she assumed was a bigger-than-Ready-Eddie cock into her yearning pussy.

"I'll be fine," Lara said, standing. "Let him see what he can't have."

"Are you sure he can't have it," Penny asked with a tone of concern.

Lara started to confirm to her friend that there was no way in hell Rex would ever touch her, let alone fuck her … but the words and possibly the truth bound the words in her throat. She instead just said, "I'll be back in a couple of minutes. I just … I just need to talk to him about what he's doing to Eddie and me."

She leaned to kiss her friend on the cheek, knowing that if he was looking her way, it would display her fine, tight ass in that skin tight skirt to Mansfield. She finished, "I'll be fine."

Lara took a steadying breath, willed her nipples to relax -- which only seemed to make them harden further -- and turned to move the short distance to Rex's table. He was, indeed, watching her, and when she arrived he greeted her, and introduced her to the three business associates.

"Maybe we could take this up another day, perhaps Thursday," he told the men, who all stood, shook hands with him, gave their farewells to Lara, and departed. He gestured Lara to a seat next to him, which she didn't take, then asked, "How can I help you, Missus Reed?"

"What's it going to take for you to live up to--" Lara began. But she stopped, remembering from what Eddie had told her that Rex wasn't doing anything illegal or in violation of contract. He simply had months to complete the job that she and Eddie needed finished now to survive. She rephrased, "My husband needs your help..."

Lara hesitated, then moved around the chair and sat such that she was looking right into Rex's face, her knees nearly touching him own. She said softly, "What do I have to do to get that help from you?"

Her tone was a combination of desperation and suggestion … and what with her erect, bosom emphasizing posture, might have appeared almost intimately inviting to a man with a physical yearning for her … which, of course, Rex Mansfield had.

 

[LP1957]

Edward was at his wits end. He couldn’t believe he had broke down and sobbed in front of Lara. He had always been her rock and safe place. Everything of value that they had he had either sold or hocked. Including their designer ski boat. He had sold that to a good friend who promised to sale it back to him as soon as they were back on their feet.

Everything was gone, everything less Lara’s two carrot diamond ring. Her prized possesion, which she swore would never leave her finger, and as much as he hated the thought of selling that, he could think of no other way to save their house. They owed over $25,000. in back mortgage and payments on the loan he took out to make his deal with Rex Mansfield. The ring would fetch half that in a quick sale which would buy them another month, maybe two before they were at her parents farm

Ed picked up his phone and texted his beautiful bride. He was done trying to hide the truth from her.


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Rex couldn’t believe his good luck. He was thinking he would need to make the next contact with his dream fuck, now here she was 20 feet from him and continually glancing to his table as she chatted with a friend.

He laughed to himself as he already began to finish up his meeting with the three buyers of the high rise. He certainly wouldn’t want Lara talking to them. If she knew how anxious they were to be able to finish the top three floors and move in it might ruin his plans.

She was like a fish on a hook that he just needed to reel in. Her erect nipples were calling to him like baby birds begging to be fed by their mother in the nest. When she bent at the waist and pushed her cute ass in the tight skirt his way, he knew he would have to fuck her there as well.

Rex dismissed his associates as she made her way to his table, pausing only to introduce them in name only. “How can I help you Missus Reed?” he asked in a tone that indeed implied he could make her life easier.

Her tone and her manner started out in an accusing and angry way as she stopped mid-sentence deciding to take a friendlier tack. “My husband needs your help…” she now pleaded as she accepted his earlier request for her to sit with him. “What do I have to do to get that help from you?”

And there it was. His open invitation. He knew if he offered to clear all the Reed’s debt that he could proably bend her over the table right here and now in the resturant and fuck her in front of her friend and all the patrons.

He already had planned on taking Edwards bride on their honeymoon evening. He would however get some sort of pleasure form her in the 9 days leading up to that night. “What is it you seek Lara?” He asked as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“And what price are you willing to pay as collateral?”


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Her phone chirpped anouncing a text. {Lara, my dearest, I have not been altogether honest. Things are worse than I had let on. I think our only solution is to sale your engagement and wedding rings. I am so very sorry my love.}

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Rex's question was barely out of his mouth when Lara's phone announced the special tone for a text from Eddie. She was going to ignore it but then thought better. Maybe Rex had closed the deal finally and she could now tell him to fuck off.

"Excuse me," she said politely, opening the text. Lara's stomach rolled painfully at the words, and she felt herself having to divert her eyes and blink away the threatening tears. Regaining her composure and telling herself that there was no other choice, Lara looked back to Rex and asked quietly, "If I sleep with you ... how do I know you're going to help my husband?"

She wanted to ask Rex for some sort of up front benefit, some sort of financial relief of the ruin she and Eddie faced. But honestly, Lara didn't know enough about her husband's work to know what to ask.

 

[LP1957]

The text she read was obviously bad news. She came back seemingly wanting to accelerate their proceedings. “If I sleep with you....how do I know you’re going to help my husband?” She asked as if she now held the winning hand.

“Getting a little ahead of yourself aren’t you dear?” Rex questioned her, ignoring her cringe when he called her “dear”.

“I would need to check the merchandise before I made a deal like that.” So sure of himself as if he could take or leave her in an instant. As they talked a stretch limousine with blackened windows pulled up in front of the restaurant and stopped with its motor still running.

“For instance, how do I know those are even real?” He claimed as his eyes stared right at the two peaked nipples pointing right at him. “If not, there is no deal to be made.” He stated matter of factly. “I only like natural women.”

“Of course we could always go to my car and find out.” He smiled at Lara, then Hit her with a nice hand grenade. Taking her hand and pulling it towards the outline of his semi-hard cock he suggested. “You show me yours, and I will show you mine.”

The length and heat coming from his member caused her to tremble.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“I would need to check the merchandise before I made a deal like that.”

Lara clenched her teeth together at the man's suggestion that she might not be good enough for him to put his cock into. He went on to talk about her breasts, as if they might not be original equipment.

“Of course we could always go to my car and find out.”

Lara followed Rex's eyes to the limousine at the curb. Her first thought was that there was no fucking way in hell she was getting into a car like that with him. But then she wondered, If I am going to sleep with him, is the big back seat of a stretch any worse that the bedroom of some downtown high rise condo or that mansion at which the party had been held?

Lara was entirely convinced that she could do this, of course. She'd never cheated on Eddie before, and while she'd often fantasized about being with other men and had even ogled men hungrily before going home to masturbate to the image of them being deep inside her, she had never even attempted to fulfill one of those lustful fantasies.

As she was looking to the car, she felt Rex take her hand and pull it toward his crotch. But she stopped him before she made contact with his bulge, ripping her hand back with force. She stood in a flash, incensed; she wanted to slap the hell out of him for doing something so forward in public but instead only leaned forward and growled in a whisper, "I wouldn't let you see me naked if my life depended on it … let alone let you fuck me."

She stood up a bit taller, then in a bit louder volume said, "You're a horrible man … and I hope one day someone who has power over you, like you have power of my husband, does something horrible to you."

By the time she finished, Lara's eyes were welling over. She spun on a heel and marched away before the tears began to flow down her cheek. She could have returned to sit with her friend, but Lara needed to be away from this place and that man. Outside the cafe, she flagged down a taxi and was home in less than twenty minutes. She went straight to her bed and fell onto it, sobbing.

She'd just passed on the only chance she and Eddie had to save their home, their remaining wealth, maybe even their marriage.

 

[LP1957]

Rex chuckled audibly when Lara got up and stormed away. Apparently he didn't have as good a hook in this fish as he thought he had. He would have to use a little larger bait he told himself as he took his phone and diligently went to work with it.

"I wouldn't let you see me naked if my life depended on it … let alone let you fuck me." He smiled again as he sipped on his scotch and found what he was looking for. He knew more about Edward Reed than he let on. He knew Ed had done his banking with the same institute from the time he was in high school.

He also knew where and how much Eddie had invested and in which pots. He also had talked Edward into using a different source for the loan he took out to gain the percentage of investment he wanted in the high rise. An $800,000. quick term loan that came with a high interest rate, and a disclaimer in fine print that if it were 3 months in the rear it could be called due in full. The Reed's had put their house up as collateral.

He called his friend at the company to make sure that notice went out today. They would receive the good news in the next couple hours that they had 48 hours to make the minimum $10,000 payment, or else.

Rex smiled and went to work on the second part. He texted a few friends that could give him some info on the futures exchanges until he found what he needed. A margin of $10,000 would also come due by 5:00 PM that evening on orange futures. Ed would have 24 hours to pay that as well or loose his trading privileges. His only lifeline, that Rex couldn't really control.

The stars were again aligning nicely for Rex Mansfield. It was at this point that he remembered Lara's friend, still sitting at the table 20 feet away. He smiled at her and raised his glass to her. What did she know he wondered to himself as he finished off his drink.

“You're a horrible man … and I hope one day someone who has power over you, like you have power over my husband, does something horrible to you." Was what she last said as she jerked her hand from his, only inches from him placing it on the silhouette of the growing cock in his pants. He thought for sure he would get a blow job from Eddie's pretty wife. A hand job at the very least.

His cock had grown and was in need of some relief. Rex tossed 2 hundred dollar bills on the table and made his way to where Penny sat. "Rex Mansfield." he introduced himself. "I'm afraid your friend got the wrong impression. I meant only to have her come to my car so I could offer her a loan to help get them out of trouble."

Penny was no beauty like her friend Lara, but she wasn't at all bad looking. He smiled at the modest wedding ring on her left hand. Something about married women he smiled inside. Pulling an envelope with $10,000. written on it he handed it to Penny. "I wanted them to have this."

Penny was happily married as well. She didn't have the financial means to help out the Reed's, though she quickly would have if she did. Now Rex Mansfield stood before her with a very apparent hardon and was offering help she new her very best friend needed.

When he saw her staring at his bulge, and the smile on her face to be able to help her friend Rex suggested: "Would you like to help me take care of that? Then you could take your friend the loan that will help them out."

Rex awaited her answer. He really didn't want to have to drive across town to find Linda, his secretary.


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Edward was working away as fast and hard as he could. Trying to sale off any of the investments he could to get some quick cash. He knew he was going to take a loss on orange futures due to a bad hurricane in Florida. He just prayed it wouldn't be devastating.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw his beautiful young wife run past crying. He followed her to the bedroom where she laid on the bed sobbing. He tried to hug and comfort her with no words.

There were no words he knew. But he needed to try. "It's a little worse than we thought Dear." Trying to cushion the blow, but only making matters worse. "We are going to take another little hit on orange futures." He knew she didn't understand the whole process of betting on rather a commodity like oranges would have a good crop or bad in any given season.

Eddie didn't know that in a matter of minutes he would get the text on the $10,000. margin that was due within 24 hours. Let alone the calling in of the loan text that would follow it just minutes latter.

Ed took Lara's hand and with his thumb and index finger took hold of her prized wedding rings. "I think this is our only hope dearest." He couldn't say anything more. He held her close as the phone he had sat on the bed buzzed and the first bad news printed out on it's screen.

They both saw and read the message. Ed held her closer and couldn't believe his bad run of luck. He knew he would loose 2-4 thousand on this, but 10K was a killer to their hopes.

They held each other tighter and closer. Even Ready Eddie wouldn't make a presence today. Moments latter the news of the loan being called due, and the impending loss of their house lit up the phone screen.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Would you like to help me take care of that?

Penny had found herself mesmerized by the obvious bulge in the man's groin, so when he asked his question, she couldn't help but wonder whether he was talking about taking care of his erection or taking care of Lara's financial situation. As she looked up into Rex's face and caught his devilish expression, though, Penny knew that the double entendre had been intentional.

"Then you could take your friend the loan that will help them out," Rex finished.

Penny studied the man for a moment, stood -- which put her close to him -- looked into his eyes with a look as hungry as his was, and said, "Let's talk about this in your limousine."

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Penny wasn't the faithful, vow-keeping goody-two-shoes that her friend Lara was. And she wasn't directly affected by what Rex Mansfield was doing to the Reeds either. What she was … was an opportunist and a bit of a gold digger, and between suggesting that Rex open the bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and his actually getting the foil off, the cork out, and the flutes filled, Penny had shed her dress and thong and was sitting in the rear facing seat kitty corner to the near-billionaire's own seat with nothing on but her modest heels.

"I just want you to know that this had nothing to do with what's going on between you and my friends," she explained as she began toying the glass base of the champagne flute against her wet lips and clit. "I just think you and I could be good together … and I'm willing to give it a try. However … if you have any thoughts of fucking Lara … you're going to have to do something nice for her. She's a very proud woman."

Penny could have said more but didn't. She was already beginning to gently writhe a bit at the feel of the cool glass against her womanhood. She lifted the glass to her lips to drink, giving Rex a clear view of her glistening folds as two fingers of her free hand opened herself, then began running circles upon her clit.

 

[LP1957]

Rex could really care less about this gold digging slut. She was nothing more then a cum receptacle to him for the moment at hand. He took her to the limo and almost laughed aloud as she was practically naked before he followed her in an closed the door behind him.

As she seemed to began to masturbate herself with his champagne flute Rex unbuckled and lowered his pants. She almost gasped at the size and form of his impressive cock, even though it was only 80% hard now.

Lara would have had it at full mast, this substitute fuck would do for the time being, but his mind was still on her. As Penny diddled herself with the wine glass, he pressed his thick cock to her lips. Not having to force her at all as she willingly tried to take him in as her work on her own wet pussy and clit increased.

By the time his impressive cock was halfway down her throat, the still half full flute was buried in her slutty pussy. As Rex Mansfield took her head in his hand and fucked her face his thoughts were on Lara. It was her sweet lips that should be wrapped around his cock right now he thought to himself.

He pounded his cock down Penny’s throat, not really caring if she found any pleasure from this act. Only the little fuck doll seemed to really be getting off. As she fucked herself as best she could with the glass, she gagged and coughed and drooled on the monster that had invaded her mouth.

Rex’s only thought was to empty his aching balls. When she tossed and broke his expensive champagne flute and replaced it with all four fingers of her right hand Rex got pissed. As she fucked her cheating pussy in the front, Rex pulled his cock from her mouth, flipped her over on the seat, and with no warning or subtlety rammed his cock deep and fast into her asshole as she never missed a stroke on her cunt.

Penny came hard and screamed out in unison with his entering her ass. She continued to fuck herself in front as he filled and stretched her asshole until 10 minutes latter he got the relief he needed. Rex filled her tight bunghole with his massive load of cum. It would still be leaking from there when she visited her friend later that night.

When he had finished himself in her backside, Rex merely removed himself, dressed, tossed her the envelope with the $10,000. and exited the limo. Penny had no clue where they were. His only words spoken since they entered the limousine: “My driver will take You wherever you need to go.” And he was gone.

Penny still naked. Still with her full hand buried deep inside her married pussy. Still horny and wanting. Was left to deal with herself and the envelope he had left for Lara.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Forty minutes later, Penny came up from the chauffeur's groin, droplets of his discharge still clinging to her cheek and chin. She wiped it off with a finger tip, which she inserted into her mouth and sucked clean. She sat back into the seat in which the man's boss had fucked her face and ass earlier and, as she dressed, verified, "So, we're clear...? You're gonna keep me abreast of where Rex goes so that I can … happen across him from time to time."

Penny was desperate to get for herself a little of the hard cold cash Rex had left for her friend. She obviously hadn't made any stride forward with letting the billionaire empty his balls into her ass, so a second go around was going to necessary.

"I have your number," the limousine driver said, asking, "And when I call, you'll--"

"Suck your cock again, yeah," Penny said annoyed. She hated having to get to Rex through some service worker, but it was necessary. Actually, it wasn't much different than when she used to get back stage at the rock and roll concerts by going down on the stadium's security guards. She looked out the limo's window and told him, "I'll just get out here. It's only a block and a half."

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"What is this?"

Lara stared at the envelope sitting on the kitchen table from which the shitload of cash was spilling.

"It's $10,000," Penny informed her with a proud smile. The smile disappeared, though, when she noted the bills that were no longer in a banking strap and corrected, "Actually, it's $9,200. I sorta … borrowed a little bit. I'm sorry, but … there was this little dress that I wanted, and … well … call it a finder's fee."

"Finder's fee...? Just where exactly did you find ten grand?"

"Your friend … Rex Mansfield." Penny explained that the billionaire had approached her at the cafe the night before and given her the money to pass on to Lara. She obviously didn't tell about the sex in the limo … or the sex in the limo. "He really did want to help you, Lara. I think that maybe you misjudged him, and maybe you should--"

But Lara interrupted the ignorant woman and told her about what had happened between the café yesterday and right here right now. Penny went silent, then sat down and murmured, "That fucking asshole."

Lara knew her friend well and shook her head. "You fucked him."

"No...!" Penny countered. She repeated the word five times rapidly, paused, then clarified, "Actually, he fucked me. I didn't ask to fuck him, and I didn't enjoy it, honey. I did it for you."

They sat and chatted for two hours about everything, then -- just before Eddie got home -- Penny hit the road. When her husband entered, the cash was sitting on the table still, but without the banking straps and envelope, which Lara was afraid Eddie could look at and determine an origin with.

"My mother and father borrowed some money and sent it to me," she lied. "Will it help us?

 

[LP1957]

Rex stood in the shower with the hot water cascading over his naked body. He was trying his best to wash the skank that was Penny off of his dick and his memory. Not that she was ugly or bad or even undesirable. She just wasn't’ Lara.

She was a Hustler kind of fuck to get him by when what he craved was the Playboy beauty of Mrs. Lara Reed. He vowed to himself then and there that she would be the next women that he would be inside of. No Matter how long that would take.

His loyal driver had told him all about how Penny had blown him, hoping to make a deal. Rex had told him to play along with her requests just in case it should prove fruitful in the near future. He knew the Reed’s time frame was short.

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Edward entered the house and saw the envelope of cash laying on the dining room table. An answer to their dreams it seemed it that instant. Upon counting it though, it was less than half of what they needed to get them out of their immediate trouble.

It was almost enough to pay off his orange margin and keep his trading ability solvent. That would surly help the immediate troubles. Edward also knew that Lara wasn’t being truthful about where the money had come from.

“No more lies please my dear.” He pleaded with her. “I will be honest with you from here forward if you will promise to do the same with me.” So there it was, all cards on the table. Could his bride be forth right with him as their world seemed to be crumbling about them?

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"The money came from Rex Mansfield," she confessed after a long minute of contemplating which way to go with this. She gave Eddie a moment to prepare for what was coming, then clarified, "He wants me to sleep with him … and I confronted him about it … and … I think this is … well, just what it looks like. Rex Mansfield gave me -- gave us -- ten thousand dollars in the hopes that I would let him fuck me."

She'd been sitting here for a while contemplating this moment, so emotionally she was prepared. No tears ran down Lara's face this time around, though, she honestly thought maybe she might have been happier if they had.

She finally asked, "What do you want me to do? I'll do anything, Eddie. For you … for us … I would do anything, including sleep with Rex Mansfield."

 

[LP1957]

A stern look came over Edwards face. He had a bad guttural feeling that Rex had something to do with this. It seemed like Rex had something to do with every turn in their lives of recent.

“He wants me to sleep with him.” The very words burned through Eddie’s ears and brain. It had been weeks since Eddie and Lara had made love. Something they were used to doing 2-3 times a week and Lana was feeling the burning need of intimacy in her loins. Now that bastard wanted to be inside his bride.

“Lara...”. He began slowly and calmly. “What assurances would we even have if. We were to let him “buy” your charms for an evening?” Lana was smart enough that she would be sure to have the deal worked out in detail before allowing another man to take her pleasures. Particularly one she didn’t like all that well so far

“There is always your rings.” Ed reminded her of the possibility of selling her one true prized possession. “It would only be a short term solution but it would buy us a month or two to try and figure out something else”

Ed was being too practice. Perhaps not thinking straight in his emotional condition. Lara new in that moment that she would need to be the one to step up and make the hard decisions for them both.

After these four years of Edward Reed loving and protecting her in every little detail. She knew it was her turn now to step up and do for him what he had done for her for so long.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"It's just sex, right?"

Lara wasn't looking at her husband while she asked the question. She was staring at the money sitting on the table. It was a lot of money. And it was just sex … right?

 

[LP1957]

Edward couldn’t even answer her. It was as if all his mental capacity had been drained from him. As they sat quietly at the kitchen table, the envelope of money just lying there, almost calling out, “there’s much more where I came fro.”

Lara’s phone chimed, breaking the Erie quiet. How in the world did Rex Mansfield get her cell number? Then again she told herself, a man like Rex could pretty much get anything he wants. Including me she sighed as she read his message.

{Lara, please allow me to apologize for my behavior at the restaurant. I’m afraid that wine and scotch do not mix well with me. If I was too forward please forgive me. I was only trying to pull your hand to my pants pocket to find the envelope I had hoped to gift you and Edward. I do trust that your good friend Penny passed it along to you. I do admit that i find you extremely attractive and would love to spend an intimate evening with you. If there is anything more I can do, please come by my office to talk.}

So there it was, an apology. Was Rex not the total scumbag he appeared to be? Or did he just want to lure her into his lair.

(It is now Friday morning, 1 week from the day of their anniversary, and from the beginning of our story.)