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CH 06 DICK-IN-JANE

Jane and I decided to sit on the deck and enjoy the cool night breeze. We sat in silence and sipped wine. My thoughts were filled with salacious parties, and lots of sexy ladies skinny dipping. After I finished my second glass, I stood up. "I'm going for a swim, want to join me?"

"I don't have my suit with me."

"You said if our daughters weren't here..."

Jane considered it for a moment, then shook her head no. "Not with your wife here." I decided to go for it. I pulled off my shirt and unfastened my belt. "What the hell are you doing?" Her voice carried a note of alarm, but her eyes burned with desire.

"Going for a dip, skinny style." I stared into her eyes and unbuttoned my pants. She followed their descent down my legs, her gaze never left my body as I undressed. I stood there in just my boxers, and watched as Jane's lower lip trembled.

A light sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead, her vision locked on my groin, and she licked her lips in desire. Her right hand fondled her breast, while her chest heaved with every breath.

I pushed my boxers down, until my well-groomed pubic hair peeked over the waistband. Jane leaned closer, her lust-filled eyes transfixed on the only part of me she'd never seen. I turned away from her and dropped my boxers to the ground. Jane let out a strangled cry. I looked over my shoulder. She was desperate for me to turn around, to see the cock she craved for years.

Her eyes left my glutes and met mine. "If you want to see the rest, I want some reciprocation." Jane's body quivered in fear, and she shook her head no. While her head shook, her hands started to unbutton her blouse. Before she realized it, Jane had removed her top and pushed her skirt off her hips.

As she undressed, I turned a little to encourage Jane. Her skirt puddled at her feet. She lifted each leg out of the material and stood there in a matched floral pattern bra and panties. She froze. "I... I... I can't... please don't...," her voice trailed off.

"Jane, you can walk away. I won't be angry. I've wanted to make love to you since we met, fourteen years ago."

Jane looked wistful, "And I planned on inviting you into my bed. Before I could, I met Rikki and we became friends, then sisters. I haven't been with a man since the first time you took us camping. No one's ever measured up to you, I love you." Without any further struggle, she shed her bra and panties.

I watched Jane shed the last of her inhibitions, and knew that tonight, Jane and I would consummate our relationship. We stood there and took in each other's nude forms. She watched as my cock swelled and grew. We forgot all about the pool as we came together and kissed. Our tongues and hands explored each other. Our lust was in control and there was no stopping us.

The next thing I knew we were in the poolhouse, our tongues danced together, as I grabbed her luscious ass. She moaned as I kneaded her fleshy globes. I got a good grip on those plump, lucious orbs and lifted her, her long legs wrapped around my waist and her arms encircled my neck.

We fought to suppress our mutual lust for years, and now it has been released. This was not going to be a tender and loving encounter. Jane looked into my eyes, "Fuck me, Denny, fuck me now."

Her hips shifted and found my swollen shaft. I lowered until I was able to thrust myself into her sodden pussy. We held ourselves motionless and savored the culmination of our extended foreplay.

I slid deeper into her, and found out that the forbidden fruit is indeed the sweetest of all. Jane leaned back and I buried my face in her sweet breasts. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and bit down on it. Jane gasped and her body shuddered in pleasure. I broke the age old taboo and fucked my wife's best friend.

The strain on my back got uncomfortable, so I shuffled my way over to the couch, as I continued my thrusts. I lifted Jane off my cock, and sank onto the loveseat. As I laid back, I spun her around and pulled that glorious ass toward my face.

Her womanly scent wafted to my nose and I inhaled it like a wine steward with an unfamiliar vintage. I buried my face between her folds and drank her nectar. Jane squirmed and gasped in pleasure. She had lost control of her limbs, and screamed, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!"

I shoved three fingers into her, and sucked her large clit like it was a cock. She grabbed my ears and crushed my face against her. Her clit grew in my mouth, and I bit down on it. The sensation of my teeth on her love knob was all it took to push her over the edge. Her body began to spasm and thrash around. She was making sounds that should be impossible for a human to make.

I sucked on her clit as her body trembled from the pleasure of her climax. She pulled herself off my glazed face, and kissed me harder than before. Jane lay back on the couch and pulled me on top of her. My rock-hard dick penetrated her silo like a guided missile. I rammed myself deep, and fucked her hard. "Yes Denny, fuck me, make me your whore Denny." I grabbed a handful of her hair as I slammed into her. I pulled her hair back so the camera could see her face as I pumped my cock into her. The unblinking eye captured our salacious activity in full, wanton detail.

I wanted a full view of her naked as I fucked her. I withdrew and sat down, then pulled her on top of me with her face and tits displayed for the camera. Jane lowered herself onto me, and I grinned as I imagined her tits bouncing as she rode my cock. The mental image pushed me close to the edge, but I wanted this to last. It could very well be our only time together.

I squeezed her ass, and she moaned. I spread her sweet globes apart, and teased her tight hole with my fingers. "OH, FUCKING YES," she screamed, "Ram a finger into my ass. Finger fuck me, Denny, you fucking beast."

I slipped my hand between us and let the excess natural lube that flowed out of her body to coat my finger. When my finger dripped pussy sap, I pushed my finger into her ass. She cried out in pleasure and bounced with more vigor. I added a second finger, which made Jane gasp in delight. "Yes! Denny! Fist my ass. Punch me in the bowels."

"As you wish." I shoved two more fingers past her rectum and she cried out as a small orgasm washed over her. Our bodies slapped together as I worked my thumb past the tight ring. I repeated The Scout Oath to distract myself from the pleasure that assaulted all my senses.

My thumb popped into her and I twisted my hand as I pushed it deeper into her. I felt her rectum close around my wrist. As I fisted her, Jane squealed, "I'm FUCKING CUMMING." I felt her pussy pulsate on my cock, which pushed me over the edge.

My stomach muscles contracted, as I jerked upright when my cum erupted from my cock. Stream after stream gushed into my new lover, which increased the intensity of her climax.

As I shot my load, I shoved my fist as deep into her as I could, which made her orgasm so powerful, it overwhelmed her. She went limp and lost consciousness from the sensory overload.

I held her upright while I caught my breath. Once my heart rate slowed, I stood up, pulled myself out of her holes and eased her back onto the loveseat. I took a quick shower, and dried myself. Then I used a warm damp face cloth and wiped Jane's face, chest, and crotch as she slept.

I carried her to the bedroom and put her down on the bed. I pulled the covers over her, shut the lights off, and went to collect our clothes. I tossed hers in the poolhouse, dressed and went to save the recording.

After it was saved in my secure cloud account, I shut everything down, and

checked to make sure the house was locked and set the alarm. Then, before I went to bed, I checked on the girls.

When I cracked Lizzy's bedroom door open, I saw Claire and Lizzy snuggled together in the queen-size bed we bought for them. I smiled at the sweet, familiar sight. Once I knew my family was safe and the house secure, I was ready for bed.

I eased the door open and tip-toed in. Rikki had dozed off reading a brief of some kind. I picked up the papers and put them on the vanity I built for her as a fifth anniversary gift. I kissed her on her forehead, and she murmured, "Have a good time with Jane?"

I panicked, for a split second, then realized she was asking if we had a nice evening. I whispered, "I'll be in bed soon, I need a shower."

She put her hand on my arm,"Hurry up lover, I'm horny."

CH 07 MY TOM-ETTE'S

I knew I needed more time before I could go again. With Miranda I was like an uzi, fast to shoot, but plenty of rounds in the magazine. Now, I was more like a musket. It took longer to get ready than it did to aim, and fire. I was also afraid that Rikki would smell Jane's essence, or find a hair, and that would be bad. I got in the shower and scrubbed myself from head to toe, so Rikki wouldn't find any evidence of my infidelity.

I stayed in the shower as long as I dared, to allow myself to recover. When I exited the bathroom, Rikki threw the sheets off of her, and lay there in my favorite outfit. God gave it to her on the day she was born, and it's only improved over the years.

I climbed onto our marital bed, kissed Rikki on the lips, and let my hands find her breasts. We murmured sweet nothings as we caressed each other. I slid my hands down Rikki's body, heading for her slit, her hands caressed my shaft.

"OHH FUCK," she yelled as I drove two fingers into her pussy. I feasted on her cunt and savored the flavor. I couldn't help but compare Rikki's tart, and salty cream to Jane's semi sweet, yet grassy fluids. They were both wonderful, like Coke and Pepsi. They're both colas, but not the same. I laughed as I pictured a pussy cream taste test.

Once Rikki was nice and wet, she climbed on top of me and guided my dick into her pussy. As she got into a nice rhythm, I saw our bedroom door open. I squinted to see who was in the dark hallway, and saw Lizzy and Claire in the shadows. They watched Rikki as she bounced on my dick.

I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or if they were both naked. I was sure their hands freely roamed over each other, as they watched Rikki ride my cock. I wanted to put on a good show for my peeping Tomettes, so I matched Rikki's thrusts and talked dirty. "Ride my dick slut! Use that cunt on my fucking cock, you whore! Make me fill your skank hole with my white hot cum!"

Rikki moaned in pleasure as she listened to me. She fucked me harder and faster, so I twisted her nipples. "Do you like that slut? Do you enjoy having your nipples pinched while you ride my dick?"

"OH GOD! YES BABY! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT! FUCK MY DIRTY HOLE WITH YOUR HUGE COCK!"

Despite shooting a load less than an hour ago, I could feel the tingle in my toes that was the first sign I was close. The combination of our audience, our dirty talk, and the way Tikki rode me was too much for me. I focused on Rikki's pleasure and struggled to hold mine at bay. "Beg me for my cum bitch. Tell me how bad you want it!"

"I want it on my face. Blast your cock cream all over my slutty face, I want to be a total whore for you."

She jumped off my dick and sat on the floor. I knelt on the bed and stroked my cock as she encouraged me. "Shoot it, stud! Blast your joy juice all over me. Cover me in your special sauce. I want to look like a toaster strudel."

That last one hit different. I aimed my cock at her face, closed my eyes, grunted, and fired cum like a gatling gun. My cum plastered her face, and she grinned like the Cheshire cat. I fell back on the bed as she scooped my cum off her face and licked it off her hand.

I heard a moan from the hall and the door was yanked closed. Rikki looked at me with her one uncovered eye, "Did I hear a door close?"

"Jane was exhausted. She fell asleep, so I put her to bed in the poolhouse. It was probably her, coming inside."

Rikki accepted my explanation, and went to clean up. When she returned, she wrapped her naked body around me and we drifted off to sleep.

CH 08 BIGGER STAFF

I woke up much earlier than usual. Despite two intense rounds of lovemaking, I felt rested and energized. I suspected that was because today was the last normal workday of my life for the foreseeable future. Come Monday, we started filming Big Wood.

I eased out of bed after I disentangled myself from a naked, sleeping Rikki. I bent over and kissed her cheek, showered, pulled on some shorts and a tee shirt, and made coffee, put two pounds of bacon on cookie sheets, and put them in the oven. Then I whipped up the batter for Papas Ultimate Waffles.

A recipe handed down through the men in my family for generations. I was about to cook the waffles when Jane came in, from the poolhouse. I wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her hard and deep. I whispered, "I love you too. Last night was wonderful."

Jane gave me a sweet tender kiss and didn't say anything. She looked glum, scared, and remorseful. I felt guilty too, but now that we'd crossed that line, I didn't want to stop. She freed herself from my embrace, and set the table. When the bacon was crisp, and the waffles were thick, light, fluffy, and golden brown, I yelled "Girls, Food!"

Everyone stumbled downstairs, while they rubbed the sleep from their eyes. We ate in silence except for an occasional, "please pass the..."

During the meal I ogled the ladies unfettered breasts. While I watched their jigglypuffs undulate under thin shirts, I also felt something was off. I started to pay more attention to everyone's body language. Jane made herself appear as small as possible. She stayed quiet, and unobtrusive while she pointedly refused to look at Rikki. Fortunately, Rikki was focused on her documents which made her oblivious.

Claire and Lizzy would look at me, turn a delightful shade of pink, and look away. They would share a furtive look and secret smiles, then start over again, when they thought no one was looking. 'You go little voyeurs,' I thought amused. After I finished my third waffle, and a half pound of bacon, I stood up. "Girls, remember you need to find jobs. Otherwise you lose the scooters." They both shot me dirty looks, but nodded as they chewed.

"Denny, remember we're going to the spa, so you'll be on your own all weekend." Then Jane looked at the girls. "Be ready to go at four. I want to be on the road before traffic gets too bad."

"Emily needs to go into town, she has an appointment, and needs to pick up a few things. We're going with her. We'll be back in plenty of time." Claire smirked at me.

"Her dad saw our scooters and thought they were a great idea, so he bought her one, in peach." Lizzy winked at me.

"Shit, you're leaving today?" I glanced at my watch. "The eighteenth? Why does that sound familiar?" I racked my brain, but couldn't remember why, so I shrugged. "If it's important, it'll come to me."

Rikki stood up, and grabbed her briefcase. "I won't be here by four, so I'll drive myself. See you at the spa." She kissed the girls on their heads and kissed me so my toes curled. As soon as our faces separated, I could see the pained expression on Jane's face.

I went upstairs to dress for work, and when I came back down, all the women were gone. As I drove into the city, I saw a pink, a purple, and a peach scooter cruise down the road. I tooted my horn as I passed them, and chuckled about the teen girl scooter gang I started.

As I drove I got a text from Craig,

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Craig: At the shop. Low on 1/4" dowels. Can you get some on your way in?

Denny: Sure. It'll take a bit, I have to turn around.

Craig: We need them.

Denny: Don't bitch at me for being late, boss.

Craig: Just hurry!

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As I parked, I saw the three scooter zip on by. Pink and purple turned into the mall, as peach continued down the road. I watched them, curious why they split up. I went in and grabbed the dowels, and a few other items that I had on my shopping list, then headed to my shop.

When I arrived, Craig stopped me, before I poured my coffee. He knew that was verboten, so I decided to find out why before I keelhauled him. "Denny, there's a hot young babe out front looking for you."

It hit me like a ton of bricks, "Shit! I forgot, I set up an interview for a sales clerk today. Thanks." I started to pour my coffee, "Craig," He looked at me. "Did you say she was hot?"

"Yeah! Why? Does it matter?"

"You know me better than that. Tell her I'll be right out." Interviewing people was not my favorite way to spend time, but now... "Fuck," I muttered and went to my office. I printed off an application, interview packet, and new hire forms. I organized the paperwork, and reviewed her resume to refresh my memory. Then I headed to the showroom where I found a lone figure that faced away from me. As she looked over a display, I looked her over to see if she met the requirements. She wore cute black ankle high boots, black stockings, a black form fitting skirt that came to mid-thigh. Her top was red, with short sleeves. Her toasted brown hair stopped a few inches shy of her waist.

'If her face matches, she's perfect for the role... dammit! Job.' I mentally kicked myself for the slip up. I cleared my throat, "Miss Lisdiller?"

She turned around and gasped in surprise. "Denny? Err... I mean Mr. Houlihan? You... work here?"

The voice was familiar, and I knew the face, but it took me a few seconds to recognize her. "Emily!?"

"Like dad says, that's my name, don't wear it out."

"Oh, well hi." I paused for a moment to regain my bearings. When I met her a few days ago, she wore a sundress, and looked pretty. All made up, in business attire, let's just say, I was ready to go to war to win her favors. I cleared my throat again. "Yes I own here."

She looked at me puzzled for a moment then let out a deep throaty laugh. "Sounds like something Yogi Berra would say."

I felt my face flush, and again I mentally kicked myself. 'Dammit, Denny. You're a Goddamn Master Chief, and own a successful business. Stop acting like a smitten school boy.' "Okay take two." I took a deep breath and blew it out. "Hi Emily. Yes I own Creative Woodworks. Didn't Lizzy or Claire tell you?"

"No. They knew I had an interview, but not where. They're waiting for me at the mall."

"I saw them park there as you scooted down the road. I wondered what was up. On a side note, you know about Yogi-isms?"

"Yeah, my dads a huge baseball fan. We go to Cooperstown every May for the Hall of Fame game. Dad is a huge fan of the Megalodons."

"Me too. Been my favorite team since the first time my dad took me to a game when I was three."

"The two of you should watch the game this weekend, while we're getting pampered."

"I was kinda looking forward to being alone, but I'll think about it. Anyway, back to why you're here."

She held up a cutting board, "I like this one. The contrast of the Eastern Red Cedar heart inlay on the Black Walnut looks amazing."

My eyebrows shot up when she correctly named the woods. I knew experienced woodworkers who wouldn't have gotten them correct. "That's my design. I got the idea from... a friend. It took a lot of trial and error, but it does look good, if I say so myself. Let's go to my office and talk." I held open the door to the workshop.

Emily put the cutting board on its display and entered the shop. I could feel all work stop as my crew leered at the hot lady with the powerful legs and thicc booty.

As Emily walked past me she looked around the shop and I gesticulated to Craig and he got the crew back to work. We made our way to my office, and I noticed, again, her sexy legs, and voluptuous ass.

I held my office door open, and she walked in. I glanced around the shop in disapproval as everyone pretended to focus on their work, and not their new co-worker. I chuckled and turned to go to my office. It was my turn to be dumbstruck. 'My God, she's gorgeous,' I stood there for a moment to just look at her.