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

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara read the text and just shook her head lightly. Fucking scum. She knew -- or at least thought she knew -- what that was about: sexual harrassment lawsuits. You couldn't watch the television news anymore without seeing a report about some rich fucker in a powerful position being brought up on charges. This is his way of covering his ass.

But then, there hadn't been anything on paper, which a text wasn't, of course, but very easily could be if she got a print out of it from her cloud, with or without a court order. Why send this and memorialize his asinine behavior for the court proceedings and the multi-million dollar lawsuit she and Eddie would file?

They could file, of course. But could they win? And could they win before they ended up in that little bedroom in her parents' house? No. Suing Rex Mansfield wasn't the way to get what they wanted. Letting him cum in one or more of her holes was how to get what they wanted.

She looked to the money on the table, and it she heard it screaming out the very same thing her husband heard it screaming out: "There’s much more where I came from!"

Lara pressed the delete icon on her phone before tossing it onto the table by the cash, not wanting her husband to read it. Then, with a firm, matter of fact tone, she told her husband, "I'm going to call for an appointment with Rex ... for you!"

She looked up at Eddie for the first time since he'd entered the house and told him, "You are going to make a deal with him ... a firm, pat, legal arrangement. I can't do it. I don't have the slightest idea what the fuck you do for a living, Eddie. I'm sorry. You've done your best to explain it to me, and I'm not an idiot. But it's just ... well, I envy you and your ability to understand how all that works. You're incredible."

She diverted her eyes back to the money again and continued, "You make a deal with him ... the best you can..."

Lara again looked Eddie right in the face and said with a demanding tone, "You get us the fuck out of business with him. Do you understand? You do that. And then--"

Lara drew a sudden breath at the realization that she was going to say this out loud to her husband. "And then I'll sleep with Rex Mansfield. He ... he can have a night ... of if you make a good enough deal ... he can have a weekend with me. If he hurts me ... or makes me cry--"

A short little chuckle of disbelief escaped her throat before she could stop it. Like I'm not going to cry as this fucker puts his cock inside me. She didn't say it out loud, but she was pretty sure Eddie understood. She finished, "If he humiliates me ... deals off. I walk! ... and we keep everything."

She looked to her husband again as her eyes glazed over with impending tears and asked, "I can do it ... if you can."

 

[LP1957]

“I’m going to call for an appointment with Rex.... for you.” Her words snapped Edward out of his daze. He was her husband and he needed to act like it.

“You are going to make a deal with him.....” and she continued on with Eddie only half paying attention. He knew she was right. After all it was just sex. Sex she hadn’t had from him in close to 5 weeks. Longer since it was good sex.

He would go to Rex and get this in writing. Enough money to tide them over and a sale by the end of the next week. He kissed his young bride and comforted her. Again taking his place as husband and head of their family.

“I will make sure this happens and soon my dear. Make that appointment, I will get to work on the details right now.” Off Ed went to his study to write up an agreement that he could make stand up in court should it come to that.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara stood outside the Mansfield Financial Building for half an hour before entering it. She simply couldn't push herself to take that first step toward a future in which she wanted no part yet knew she must play. She'd called Rex's office the day after telling her husband she would, as planned, and she'd made an appointment for today, a day later. But it hadn't been the appointment on which shed' been planning. Rex had demanded that she meet with him before he would meet with Eddie.

"Don't worry," he promised her. "There won't be anything between us … not yet."

She finally took that first step, and five minutes later she was sitting in the anteroom outside his office. The Executive Assistant, Linda, reacted to a buzzing tone at her phone by telling Lara, "You can go in now."

Lara stood and waited a moment for the EA to stand and lead her, but the woman only returned to her tapping at her computer's keyboard. Taking a deep breath and striding forward, Lara headed through the door with confidence, ready to confront the bastard who was ruining her life. She had spent the last 48 hours planning for anything that fucker Rex could say or do.

Or, so she'd thought.

Lara found Rex Mansfield with his pants gathered about his knees as he pummeled from behind a sexy 20-something who was bent over his desk. Without missing a beat, the billionaire gestured Lara inside, telling her between grunts, "Come in … Missus … Reed … I'll be done … in a … moment."

And as promised, he let out a great grunt as he rammed his cock hard into the young thing and emptied into her. Lara just stood there and stared; she couldn't even look away. The woman slumped over the desk began chuckling, then asked him a question in French, one of the few European languages Lara had never desired to learn.

"Yeah, that'll hold me for a while, baby girl," Rex said as he pulled out of her and put himself back together. The young woman -- her dress still pushed up to her waist and her panties still on the floor around one ankle -- looked toward Lara and asked yet another unknown question.

Zipping up and walking slowly toward her, Rex told Lara, "She wants to know if you need you pussy sucked."

Lara released a bit of a huff of air in disgust. Rex added, "On me, of course. You're a guest to my office."

"We have business," Lara snapped, adding, "And you said there would be nothing sexual at this meeting."

"Correction," he said raising an index finger in a wait one gesture. "I said there would be nothing between you and me. That doesn't mean you can't partake of Gidget."

"Gid-get ... really?" Lara asked with a shake of her head. She turned to leave, saying, "If we're done here--"

"Wait," Rex said softly. As Lara stopped, he gestured to the other woman that they were done. Gidget dressed herself again and left the office through a side door while Rex visited the wet bar and made two whiskeys. He met Lara and offered one out -- she didn't take it -- and then headed back toward his desk as he said, "I want us to be friends, Missus Reed."

Lara laughed, short but loud. "You should have thought about that before--"

"Yeah, yeah, I made a mistake, but … I want to correct that now," he told her as he gestured her to please sit across from his deck. Lara hesitated stubbornly, but when he said he wasn't going to talk about this standing up, she took her seat, allowing him to take his. "I want you. I think we've already established that. And I usually get what I want. And when I don't, I destroy those who got in my way."

"Who did you have to destroy to get Gidget?" Lara challenged.

Rex smiled, sipped at his drink, and corrected, "No one, actually. She's the daughter of the French Ambassador to the United Nations. We met at a State Dinner … she liked my car … said she asked her father for a Lamborghini but he told her no … so I told her she could have mine if she, um … made herself available to me during her two week long stay. Today was her first day. I'd been planning on you being the next woman inside of whom I came, but … waste not, want not they say."

"You're a pig," Lara said softly.

"I'm a man with means who likes women," he said, which he felt was a correction. "Your husband works, makes money, spends it to support you … and you fuck him for it. Correct?"

Lara didn't respond. She'd heard such comparisons between what wives did for the husbands that supported them and what whores did for the Johns who gave them cash. She only saw a bit of similarity, since she loved her husband and would have sex with him even if he was making minimum wage or picking up returnable cans on the side of the road.

"I give money to women who have sex with me," he went on when he saw she wasn't going to join the conversation. "I have never forced a woman to do anything she doesn't want--"

"Bull shit!" Lara cut in, ready to back her argument.

But Rex cut in again, pointing toward the door and saying, "You can leave any time you want … Missus Reed."

A long moment passed, and Lara hadn't moved. Rex continued with a softer tone, "I will cease my … assault on your husband's business entanglements without asking anything of you. You can walk out of here right now and never feel me inside of you."

Lara began to get excited, thinking that Rex was going to let everything go back the way it was and that she and Eddie were saved. Then … she made an assumption that boiled her blood again. "You'll stop attacking us … but … you won't fix the harm you've already done."

"No, I won't," he confirmed. "I want something … and you want something … and we can both have that thing. It all depends on how much you want it."

The EA, Linda, knocked on and then opened the door to announce that his three o'clock meeting had arrived. Lara stood without a word, studied Rex, and then turned to leave.

"I'll be good to you, Lara," Rex said from behind her. When she stopped to look at him, Rex explained, "I'm not the pig you think I am. Or at least, I won't be with you. I will treat you well. And when all is said and done, you won't be sorry you spent time with me."

She contemplated what he was saying, then turned and left.

…………………​

Lara didn't immediately go home, but when she did -- six hours later -- Lara found Eddie in his office, furiously working to try to save their future. She walked around to him, leaned over, took his face into his hands, and gave him a long, wet, passionate kiss. She unfastened his belt and pants, pulled off her panties, and mounted him right there in his chair. She fucked him to a badly needed orgasm and -- realizing that she was uncharacteristically very close herself -- continued to rock back and forth until she, too, was moaning out in ecstasy.

She sat there in his lap, holding Eddie's face to her bosom until he'd gotten soft, then dismounted and said to him, "I want you to make the best deal with Rex Mansfield that you can make. Get us back to where we were. Stocks, bonds, futures, properties, cash, gold … whatever. You know it better than I do. And … and I'll do whatever he wants for as long as he wants it. I love you, Eddie … and I trust you, Eddie. I will do anything for you by doing anything for him. You … you just guarantee our future."

And with another kiss, Lara left to go shower, dress for bed, and go to sleep.

 

[LP1957]

Edward sat at his desk working on the contract that would save them from financial ruin. It was almost complete and to his liking when he heard Lara return home. Moments later, and just as he hit “print” on his computer, the 13 page document began to roar.

Lara entered the room, kissed him in s deep long kiss, removed his pants and proceeded to mount Ready Eddie, who had sprung to life with a renewed vigor that hadn’t been present these past 6 weeks.

She rode him hard and fast as page after page filled the paper tray. The invigorated Ready Eddie even managed to last through all 13 pages of printing and long enough for both himself and his lovely bride to orgasm. A much needed release for both of them.

Having spent the entire weekend barely talking as he worked on the deal that would make them solvent and return them to their previous lifestyle. Edward had asked to meet with Rex this Monday morning, but Mansfield had insisted that the first meeting be with Lara.

Ed didn’t know the results of that meeting but she told him to make the best possible deal and get them back to normal. She kissed him again and went off to bed as he proof read the pages and prepared to meet with Rex the next Morning.

He picked up his phone, with his pants still down around his ankles and made early dinner reservations at the little Italian restaurant where they had their first date. A 4:30 reservation would allow them to walk around downtown after before going home to celebrate their renewed life.

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Bright and earlyMonday morning, Edward entered Rex’s office at 9:00 AM. His appointment wasn’t until 10:00 but he as anxious to get this whole ordeal behind him. Linda lo Ed annoyed as she ushered him to a chair and informed Rex of his arrival.

45 minutes later, Rex buzzed Linda and had her show him in. Edward, believing he had the upper hand refused Rex’s handshake and instead handed him the 13 pages of his terms.

It contained a orange t of legal as well as business jargon and mumble-jumble. The jest of it was in 4 points:

1. They would receive $25,000. In cash up front. (This would allow them to get out of immediate financial burden.)

2. Rex would buy back their 2 million dollar investment for 2.2 million. (The modest 10% gain,which mostly would eaten up from the interest on the $800,000 loan, would allow them to pay off that loan and put a god portion of their savings back into the bank.)

3. Rex would get to be with his wife for 8 hours (a full working day was Ed’s rational n this point). He would have access to her vagina only and at a limit of 3 times. (Ed knew Rex was a virile man, but even he couldn’t get it up 3 times in 8 hours he thought.)

4. Condoms would be mandatory.

Rex read over all 13 pages and then took in out his pen. He scratched out some thing, wrote n some others and pushed the document back across his desk to Edward Reed. Again the jest of Ed’s 4 major points:

1. Rex unlocked a desk drawer and placed not 25 but $40,000. in cash on the corner of his desk. (A win for the Reed’s

2. Having crossed out the “buy back” Rex wrote in sale of said property by weeks end. (This is what they had been waiting for all along. It would mean $1.1 million upon signing. Another $1.4 million in 90 das at close of escrow, and $1.5 million over the next two years. A return of 3 million on their 2 invested. A HUGE win for the Reed’s)

3. Rex would get Lara for 40 hours (a full work weeks timeframe.). Beginning at 6:00 PM this Friday evening and running until 10:00 AM on Sunday morning. He would be allowed access to her vagina three times as Ed had requested. However all other limits would be the lady’s choice. (Then s included the number of times and her other entry points. Definitely a major win for Rex.)

4. NO FUCKING CONDOMS! Rex would supply a clean and new clean bill of health. And a morning after pill if desired. (two mornings after he smiled to himself as he made that change.). Another win for Rex and perhaps a point of contention.

5. An addendum; Lara would need to appear at his office on Wednesday and disrobe in front of him. Here would be no physical contact and Linda or someone else could be present as a witness. (Rex would see her naked before their time together as he had requested at the restaurant that day)

Rex passed the papers back to Ed, who read them and happily agreed and signed. The two major wins for them basically causing him to ignore the 3 losses. Rex signed as well leaving only Lara’s signature to complete the deal.

Then and only then were the first and only words and a handshake exchanged by the two proud men. “Lara can bring this back with her signed approval tomorrow when she undresses for me.” Rex completed the day’s transaction. Edward Reed cringed a little as they shook hands and he realized that by the end of tomorrow’s business day his beautiful young wife would be standing naked where he was right now. Providing she agree of course to the contract that would turn their lives around in so msny ways.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara stood in the bay windows of their library reading over the contract her husband had written and her future lover -- the second of her entire life -- had written upon. She didn't understand the legal terminology and specifications, but Eddie -- standing almost fully across the room at Lara's request -- had explained each section well enough that she got the gist.

"He gave you the forty thousand?" she asked softly, seeing Rex's handwriting and the surprising up tick in the amount. Eddie explained that she would get it today when she did her little strip tease for Rex. She couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Forty grand to show a man my tits."

She read the part about the millions of dollars they'd gain and realized that, first, Eddie had gotten them back in the black; and, second, that Rex had strengthened that blackness like a child drawing on the wall of his parents' house with a Sharpie.

There would be a higher cost on Lara's part, of course: a full weekend with Rex, rather than the one night Eddie had initially suggested. She didn't like the idea of spending an entire weekend with the man, but it had of course been her suggestion to Eddie that he go for the gold in this deal. And it wasn't like she was going to be bent over a desk every hour of the weekend long like that little French slut in Rex's office. (If Lara had been entirely honest that afternoon, she would have loved to have that cute little Frog eating out her pussy right there in Rex's office. Lara had been with a woman twice and with two other women once each prior to meeting and eventually giving her straight cherry over to Eddie. She'd decided that she liked men -- or at least this man -- better and had been with no one but her husband since, male or female.)

"This is good, right?" she asked when she reached the part about the million here and million there and millions, plural, in other places. Eddie gave her his opinion, and Lara found herself so shocked that for a moment she forgot they were getting this because she'd agreed to let this pig Rex Mansfield put his dick in her. She only murmured before going back to reading, "Good … that's good."

He was putting more that just his cock in her, though. He was putting his seed in her as well. No condoms, she read in what looked like firmly, unnegotiable hand writing. She didn't like the idea of Rex emptying his balls into her pussy … and likely her mouth … and maybe even her ass seeing how the contract seemed to permit such. It was ironic, but Lara had never had a wrapped cock inside her. She'd fully trusted Eddie that first time they fucked that he was clean and could even show her the doctor's paperwork.

"You know that this weekend is our anniversary, right?" she asked. She hadn't forgotten, of course; the past several weeks had had her thinking about her marriage a dozen times a day, which had had her remembering the upcoming anniversary. But to be entirely honest, she hadn't thought of it for the last couple of days until now when she looked at the date in the upper corner of the document in her hand that essentially rented out her body to the devil incarnate.

Lara could see in Eddie's expression that he hadn't only remembered but had made plans. Then she remembered that he'd said she needed to keep her entire Wednesday free. "You made reservations somewhere … didn't you? Dinner...? Hotel?"

He would tell her or not, his choice. Lara would finally wave him over to join her at the window, ready to share her space with someone. She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried once side of her face into his chest. She's missed this feeling; the fuck in his office chair had been great, but this form of intimacy was what had truly been missing for days, even weeks now.

The door bell rang, causing Lara to flinch in surprise, then giggle. She stood on the toes of her bare feet to kiss her taller husband, handed him the contract, and headed for the foyer. There, she opened the door to find a trio of men unloading a panel van of suitcases, stacked and tied shoe boxes and other clothing containing items.

"What's this?" she asked, confused. A polite and polished man in a three piece suit presented her with a clip board, asking her to sign before asking where she wanted the items stored. Again, she asked, "What is this?"

The man looked about as confused as Lara did. He informed her with a matter of fact tone, "It's your wardrobe … for the weekend."

"My what??

"Your wardrobe," the man repeated. The other two men passed right by her with, amongst other things, garment bags bearing the protective covers of upscale clothiers who Lara could never have even imagined visiting, let alone buying from. He asked with that same polite tone of his, "Would you like to have the fitting for the dresses now or tomorrow morning? It should take more than an hour or so, seeing how most of what Mister Mansfield picked out is being presented to you in the three sizes his Executive Assistant estimated would--"

By now Lara was livid, asking with a harsh tone, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

The man was taken aback at first, but then explained what he thought Lara had already known: that Rex had had his EA, Linda, drop in on some of the major upscale stores in town and pick out Lara's wardrobe for her weekend … in the Bahamas.

"We have dinner gowns and a choice of matching shoes and accessories," the man went on, reading from the clipboard that Lara had thrusted back at him, "bikinis and a choice of matching shoes and accessories … some more casual outdoor clothes for walks--"

Lara stopped listening at this point. She started opening the rolling travel bags and garment bags and shoe boxes … and -- despite this not being her area of expertise -- very quickly she realized that there had to be at least $70,000 worth of high end wardrobe now distributed about the foyer.

And … she started laughing. Eddie must have heard the commotion, because he was in the room now, too. She looked at him and just laughed at the hilarity of the moment. Behind her, the man in the three piece who turned out was a $600 an hour fashion advisor here to supervise the fitting of the evening dresses and other items continued talking about the clothing as if this was all a done deal.

"Get out," Lara said softly, causing the man to go quiet. She looked to him and stressed, "Get out! Finish dropping all this … and get out."

"And the fitting, ma'am," he asked. "I am led to believe you aren't available tomorrow, so Thursday might--"

"Sure, okay … Thursday," she said, still laughing in disbelief. "Just … get out for now."

The three men departed, and Lara looked about the room at the wardrobe which quite literally was more than all she had in her walk-in closet upstairs. She opened a box and found a sexy little bikini with a thong bottom half that was smaller than anything she'd ever worn. She lifted the clipboard, laying atop a stack of boxes, and read, then laughed. "I have a spa appointment tomorrow morning at ten. The whole treatment … waxing included."

She opened another box and wound a negligee that, ironically, she'd looked at online a year earlier for their last anniversary. She hadn't bought it then; $498, a bit more than she'd been willing to spend for something Eddie was just going to rip off her and toss to the floor. How had Rex known she wanted this particular one? Or, had it been total coincidence.

She opened some more boxes … and shook her head as she saw item after item that, at one time or another, Lara had had in one of her various Wish Lists with online retailers. Rex had somehow gotten those lists; he'd had someone hack Lara's very shopping dreams.

Suddenly, seeing the clothes that she'd always wanted but had never blown money on, she felt very warm and eager down south. She took Eddie by the hand, led him into his office, faced his deck, pulled down her panties, and leaned over.

"Fuck me," she said without really needing to explain their reason for being there like that. "Fuck me hard. I need you to get this asshole out of my brain … for just a little while."

She hadn't meant to insinuate that Eddie would only last a little while. He might last much longer than that for all she knew. But Lara would realize very quickly that having her husband pummeling her like this wasn't going to get Rex Mansfield out of her head. In fact, Lara saw visions of him with the French diplomat's slutty daughter bent over the desk … only this time … Lara was seeing herself with her dress up around her waist … and … it only made her enjoy this moment more.

 

[LP1957]

Eddie was happy man once again was he watched his pretty wife lumber through the pages of the contract and Rex's revisions. "He gave you the forty thousand?" She exclaimed. He didn't know if she quite understood that this would be their first step back to normality.

"Forty grand to show a man my tits." As sick as it made Edward Reed to know his wife would need to do that, it did sound funny. A strip club for a night might cost him $100. Then again, there wasn't a stripper alive that had the sweet assets that his wife Lara possessed.


"This is good, right?" she asked when she reached the part about the million here and million there and millions, plural, in other places. "Better than we had dreamed or hoped for. We were trying to get back to where we used to be. This puts us a whole level above." He assured his wife who now shared his smile and enthusiasm.

Reading on and noticing the timeline she asked: "You know that this weekend is our anniversary, right?" "Yes, my dear wife, but it can't be delayed I'm afraid if we are going to keep the house from going into forclosure." was Eddie's quick reply. As much as he would hate sharing Lara, especially on that special day, time was of the essence here.

"You made reservations somewhere … didn't you? Dinner...? Hotel?" She asked him tentatively. "Well. dinner yes, at Mari's (their favorite place) but it's early, 4:30 so we can still share our anniversary dinner together."

Then in an ill attempt at humor he added, "No hotel. I heard you were busy." He knew as soon as he had said it that it was a mistake.

 

[LP1957]

But she called him over and held him close in an embrace that had been missing from their life for far too long. They held that closeness until they were startled out of it by the doorbell ringing.''

Lara, stretched up to kiss him and with the sudden appearance of Ready Eddie once more from out of nowhere she went to answer it. Five minutes later when his dick had settled down he followed her into the entryway. "Get out! Finish dropping all this … and get out."

Edward found it funny as well but was happy for this little bonus for her. Lara had to sell off most of her nice things along the way so this was only fair. He heard her make arrangements for Thursday and then usher the men form their house.

"Fuck me," she exclaimed as she took Eddie's hand, led him into his office, faced his deck, pulled down her panties, and leaned over. Edward couldn't get undressed fast enough. "Fuck me hard. I need you to get this asshole out of my brain … for just a little while."

Ed went to her admiring her bare ass. His hands spread her cheeks wide and he stared at he tight puckered star. He loved the look of it. Being either too shy, too uncertain, or too much of a gentleman he had never touched her there. But he did love to look.

From behind was never their best position. His lack of length made it difficult to stay inside this way. He aligned his cock to her pussy and started to slow slip inside of her. Noticing that she was much wetter than usual, and she never had any trouble with lubrication there he pushed all the way in.

Holding her hips he began too pound in and out of her, forcing her body to bounce upon the hardwood of the desk. He prayed that he would last long enough to make this pleasurable for her as well.

And he did last 90 seconds longer than normal before shooting a large amount of his seed inside go her. He held her close, kissing her back and fondling her still covered breasts as his cock softened and fell out of her wetness.

Realizing that it wasn't a done deal until Lara put pen to paper and signed her name he asked: "So does this mean that we are going to make this deal? If so there is just one thing I ask, please make sure that Rex will allow you to text me throughout your stay so I can be sure you are alright."

Ed hols his bride close. He hadn't taken the time to soul search and consider how this arrangement would effect his wife allowing another man her pleasures. Not in a million years did he consider what another man's pleasure might mean to his bride.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

That Wednesday ... six weeks after the world came crashing down...

"Why are we here?"

Lara was standing within the first floor of a now-windowless, gutted, soon-to-be-demolished apartment building. They were deep in the middle of the Projects, in the middle of a part of town in which she'd never been for the reason that good people didn't come here without a security escort … which was exactly how Lara herself had been delivered.

Rex Mansfield had surprised the hell out of bringing Lara here for their little show-and-tell of her womanly features. She'd gone to his office as planned, but upon arriving had been ushered to an awaiting SUV -- armored, she would learn, against most common bullet calibers -- which brought her here. She'd been trembling almost non stop since; all she knew of this neighborhood were the weekly news reports of shooting, gang violence, drugs … and rape.

"I bought all of this," Rex told Lara. "In total, 122 acres, butting right up to the lakefront on one side and the riverfront on another … with freeway and subway access … and there's another 42 acres to the south where I'm contemplating building a mall and community center. Cost me a pittance … $146 mill'."

Concerned that any moment they were going to be set upon by muggers or -- in her case -- rapists, she asked with a frightened tone why they were here. She was expecting him to say he was dislodging the poor and indigent through eviction, tearing down their high density, cinder block construction, cockroach infested homes and -- after installing a private security service to keep the restless natives at bay -- putting up multi-million dollar condominiums that would look out upon the bay that was on the other side of the riverfront which, until recently, had been occupied by drug dealers and whores, drug users and Johns.

"Low income housing," he said.

Those three words had obviously left a confused expression on her face because he went on to describe how the entire property was going to be rebuilt to service those very poor and indigent that he'd had removed … and relocated to one of three other much nicer apartment complexes in the meantime … for half the rent they'd been paying for these flea traps.

He began explaining in detail what would be going up here: simple but comfortable one, two, and three bedroom apartments in smaller, safer, easier to patrol buildings; an on-premise police sub-station and offices for both armed private security and unarmed Neighborhood Patrol to ensure that the gang bangers, drug pushers, and whores didn't return; a social services branch office to more easily connect people to jobs, students to tutors and special schools, the sick and injured to low cost or even free medical care; parents and grandparents to trained, certified nannies and on site day cares; parks, playgrounds, and learning centers for children of all ages.

And jobs! A training program was already underway to train workers who would help build their own neighborhood and then continue to earn their income either here within it or in other projects that fell under the banner of Mansfield Incorporated.

"It costed me a fortune to get this off the ground … and it's costing me a fortune to keep it going," he said as he looked out upon some workers -- locals who had once lived here, though Lara didn't know that -- as they removed old, burned out cars in preparation for the building of a skate park. "In the end, my number crunchers tell me that the losses could be in the hundred to hundred and twenty million dollar range."

He turned and looked to Lara with an expression she'd been yet to see on the cock sucker, mother fucker, generally all around worthless pile of dog shit, piss filled scum bucket's face before: deep, personal, somewhat prideful joy.

"But it's going to be wonderful."

He looked off to the neighborhood again, now more open, vacant broken ground than occupied Projects. He had a far off look in his face, as if he was seeing the new, wonderful community he was building here already before his eyes. And when his mind returned to why he and Lara were here in this place at this particular point in time, he looked back her way … to find that Lara Reed had let her dress fall away 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...

…………………​

Two hours later, as she sat down with her husband at Maris', Lara was once again trembling down to her core, just as she had in the slight breeze of that open building with Rex Mansfield admiring her feminine beauty while his out of sight body guards maintained the pairs security.

Only, this time her trembling was from fear of drug dealers or rapists or gang bangers or even of an old, decrepit building falling down upon her. No, this time here fear was of how did she face and explain to her husband that she'd dropped her dress and exposed herself to that … that horrible man … because she'd suddenly been overwhelmed with a deep and lustful desire to have him pummeling her pussy and driving the both of them to heights of ecstasy for which she had no understanding?

Oh sure, she'd been there to do exactly as she had: show Rex the goods for which he was paying -- or at least finally releasing -- tens of thousands and then millions of dollars to Lara and her husband. And when she'd done it and Rex looked at her, Lara had suddenly been overcome by guilt and quickly excused herself with, "I just … wanna get this over with … and get home to my husband. He's meeting me at a restaurant. It's our anniversary."

But Lara hadn't let her dress fall to the dusty concrete because she'd been ordered to by the man who was compensating her and Eddie for the weekend long fuck-fest he was planning for the two of them in the fucking Bahamas. No, as she sat here listening to Eddie confirm the champagne order and contemplate the dessert for the end of the night, Lara was ashamed … because she'd shown herself to Rex Mansfield right then, right there, because she'd actually hoped he would suggest that they got the fun started … right then, right there … with her slumped over some piece of mechanical equipment as he'd done with that Frenchy whore over his magnificent oak desk days earlier.

 

[LP1957]

"Why are we here?" She asked. It certainly would have been easier to see her in his office. She hadn't asked for the witness that he had offered her to have present. "You know the main reason." he told her as he took the signed contract from her hand and pointed her to the $40,000. in cash and the results of his medical exam from 2 days ago.

Rex then went on to explain his hearts project and what it meant to him. A man that could buy 90% of the women in this city, he really had a thing for the beautiful Mrs. Edward Reed. He knew he would never be able to steal her away from her husband. That was one of the charms he liked the most about her.

He did however have his mind set on sharing her. Not just for the coming weekend, but hopefully for a long time to follow. Her demeanor seemed to change as he described his dream to her. From the look of: OK here I am let's get this over with as quickly as possible. To a look of sincere interest in his vision and maybe even a little admiration in her eyes.

When Lara let her dress fall to the floor and stood before him in just her panties and stockings he got a full new appreciation of the beauty before him. He had originally though he would have her strip naked and even make her bend over so he could see up into her goodies. At this moment he was more than happy to let her walk away and enjoy her anniversary dinner with her husband.

He knew her breasts were real. He had zero doubt about that as he remembered her in the slinky purple dress at his party. His eyes took them in quite deeply and there was no way they were fake. This little show and tell was to make sure he still held the upper hand.

At this moment he didn't care. He just wanted Friday night to role around so he could make his best impression on Edwards bride.

"I just … wanna get this over with … and get home to my husband. He's meeting me at a restaurant. It's our anniversary." Rex put the money and the clean bill of health into a designer Kate Spade purse and approached her, "That will be sufficient Lara." he told her as he actually stepped up and handed her the dress back. Amazingly enough, his eyes remained on hers the whole time and not on her amazing bare breasts.

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Eddie sat at their table talking to the waiter when she entered. He paused their conversation as he quickly jumped up to kiss his bride and to pull her chair out for her. As they sat back down, he finished his order of expensive champagne and what they would have for dessert. He had already ordered her favorite menu item for her and a Caesar salad.

She seemed to have a glazy far away look in her eyes and so Edward asked his wife' "Was it terrible?
Did that son of a bitch demean you in any way?"

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Was it terrible?

Lara diverted her eyes, feigning interest in an older couple who was walking past their table, speaking joyously to the Hostess about their newest grandchild. How was she supposed to answer that question? She'd gone there to reluctantly show off her body to the financial brute who was blackmailer her into letting him put his dick into her repeatedly over a very long weekend. She'd left there feeling ... oh, what had she been feeling...? Deprived of having not felt Rex Mansfield deep inside her.

It was so fucking wrong.

"Did that son of a bitch demean you in any way?"

"No," Lara responded quietly but too quickly. She countered, "I mean, yes. I … he … made me take off my clothes, for Christ's sake, Eddie."

She realized that she'd been a bit too snappy and apologized quickly, adding in a barely audible whisper, "He didn't make me remove my … my panties. He … just wanted to see my..."

She lowered her eyes to indicate her tits, then finished, "He had this … thing … about real breasts."

 

[LP1957]

Edward agin found himself cringing when she told him of taking off her dress. He looked across the table at her very erect and perfect nipples and a bolt of jealousy ran through him making his stomach ache.

He was a little relieved when she conveyed that she didn’t, as yet have to pull her panties down and show Rex Mansfield her treasures. His treasures he thought to himself as the jealousy turned to rage.

“Lara....” he began, the range of emotions running through him as this was. Ow becoming too real. “I’m not.... I. Not sure if I can... if we can go through with this. I’m starting to have second thoughts.”

Edward’s eyes, unlike Rex’s were glued to her covered chest as he talked to her. Not to her eyes as Rex’s were when her tits were bare.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"I’m starting to have second thoughts--”

"No!" Lara cut off Eddie quickly ... too quickly she realized in a flash. She looked around for eavesdroppers, and when the eyes that had looked her way with curiosity turned away once more, she whispered to him, "No, Eddie ... please."

She took a moment to gather her words, telling him, "We are close to having our life back again. We are close to fulfilling our dreams. We can't ... we can't pass this up."

Lara leaned in further causing her cleavage -- albeit minimal -- to be on full display within the deeply plunging neckline of her dinner dress. Barely audible, she stressed, "It's just two days … two and a half days. I can do this … for you … for us. You … you have to let me do this. It's important. And then--"

The words caught in her throat, because already, Lara was beginning to wonder whether they could ever be true. But she spoke them, "And then we'll get back to normal … and everything will be right between us once more."

 

[LP1957]

“No!” Came back her answer were quick and very emphatic. Her pleads of being so close to getting their lives back placated him a little.

“It’s just two day.... two and a half days....you have to let me do this, it’s important.” It was in actuality only 40 hours, less than a full 2 days. Did she forget? Did she want it to last longer? “Lara dear, it’s just less that two days. I made it as short as I possibly could.” He assured her.

Unsure himself of her true feelings now on the whole matter. Ed had that sick feeling in his stomach again as the waiter dropped off their salads. They went quiet as he did so.

“And then we we’ll get back to normal....and everything will be right between us once more.” Her words now soothing and light.

“Will they? Will they really when another man has fu.... defiled you? Edward was almost crying as he asked.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Lara dear, it’s just less that two days. I made it as short as I possibly could.”

Her face filled with a bit of confusion. Had she done the math wrong? Or … had she hoped it would be longer? She felt shame flooding through her. She was beginning to hope that it was longer.

“Will they? Eddie asked about whether things would go back to normal once Rex had -- in her husband's own words -- defiled her.

"Yes," she said without hesitation. She reached across the table and caught one of his hands. She whispered, "It's just sex. Five minutes after the last time he touches me, I will have forgotten about it."

Lara already knew that that wasn't true. Even if she came to hate ever moment of the weekend -- the 40 hours -- she knew that she would never forget the second man only to have ever put his cock inside her.

"Let's stop talking about this … and eat our dinner … and drink our champagne," she said, feigning a happy smile. She lifted her flute toward her husband, reminding him, "It's our anniversary."

 

[LP1957]

“Let’s stop talking about this.... it’s our anniversary.” She admonished him. Your right he replied, only his own little cock was as stiff as a rail. Despite the jealous pit in his gut he couldn’t deny that thinking of his wife being filed with another man’s cock and subsequently his cum had him harder than he could remember.

He could feel his penis dripping and wanted to head to the restroom to wipe it off before it bled through his pants. He couldn’t do so without her seeing how excited he really was.

“Let’s stop talking about this.” Her words reverberated in his mind. In fact they just stopped talking for a good while as Eddie’s mind raced and he wished he knew what was truly on hers. Dinner came and they politely thanked the waiter. Their silence returned other than the standard “How’s your meal?” And “would you like more wine?” They were in fact both drinking more than they normally would
as the waiter had brought them a second bottle.

Finally as their plates were near empty and Ed was still hard from the thoughts running through his mind he broke the silence on the taboo subject once more. “What if..... Lara, what if you like it?”


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Rex returned form the construction site. He thought to himself that all had went well. Even if he didn’t get to glance at her bare ass as he had thought sure he would be doing. Even though he didn’t get to see the tight married pussy that he would be inside of a mere 48 hours from now. He was happy.

So happy indeed that he sat at his desk, pulled up the picture of Lara that had been unknowingly taken of her when she had dropped her dress, and dropped his own suit pants.

He stroked himself in long slow deliberate strokes as this time his eyes did zone in on her perfectly perked nipples. He would not be calling in Linda this time, she could not compare or do justice to his thoughts.

Rex closed his eyes and imagined Lara sliding those little black panties down and past her knees. Minutes later his hot seed was spurting like a fire hose from his engorged cock. He opened his eyes again to see Lara looking back at him with what he now was determined was a look of lust.

He pulled a cloth, not unlike the one Linda had used to wipe him off the other day and cleaned himself up. He dressed and exited his office. “I will be leaving early today.” He told Linda as he passed her desk. “There is a bit of a mess in there,” He informed her. “Please be sure it is taken care of.” Ordering her to go and wipe his cum from every nook and cranny that it may have landed.

She knew this was a request for her alone, as Rex would not want anyone else to see what had occurred. Linda shook her head and reasoned, this is why I am paid a quarter million dollars a year to be a secretary. She went to work on what took many more than 1 of Rex’s cum clothes to clean up.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

The meal was unusually quiet and somber, then Eddie asked about her imminent sexual encounter with Rex Mansfield, “What if..... Lara, what if you like it?”

She let loose a laugh that once again gained attention from diners around them. "I'm not going to enjoy it, Eddie."

Lara lifted her champagne flute to her mouth, tilting it and her head back a bit farther than normal and also casually turning her face away from Eddie in an attempt to hide the blush that she could feel flooding her face. She hoped to God that she didn't enjoy having Rex's cock inside her. And then … at the same time … she did. But why? Was it because he was Rex Mansfield, and wanting him was so very, very wrong? Or was it that she'd thought him such a money grubbing, socially-depraved beast, only to learn he was spending -- losing -- millions and millions of dollars to help the less fortunate?

Or was it something more basic. Lara had an opportunity here to experience sex with another man -- only her second ever! -- and she had her husband's permission and blessing to do so, albeit with reluctance. It was no secret in Lara's mind that she was less than satisfied with her current sex life. She didn't like the idea of expanding on it with someone like Rex Mansfield. But … when else and with whom else would she get this opportunity without totally flushing her marriage down the drain.

This was fate.

Their dinner went back to its silence again, and Lara was contemplating the man she'd been fucking very regularly for four years and the man she would be fucking possibly repeatedly for forty hours. And then she did something that just sort of came to her spur of the moment.

"Eddie, I … I made a little side deal with Rex Mansfield today at our little show and tell," Lara began her lie. "He offered me … us actually … he offered us an additional $250,000 … silent stock, he called it, whatever that is--"

Eddie cut in and gave her a quick explanation before she continued, "He offered it for a vow from me … and I took it … I agree because … well, I thought it would help us."

She lifted her flute again, draining it before getting to the point, "I have to be chaste until I join him Friday afternoon."

Lara gave Eddie a moment to react if he wished to, then explained in a soft voice, "He wants me … tight … for our first time together. That was his word … tight."

It was, of course, total bullshit. But Lara just couldn't imagine having sex with her husband tonight or tomorrow before finally getting together with Rex the day after that for more sex.

 

[LP1957]

“I’m not going to enjoy it ...Eddie” she laughed in a promising way that gave him a little relief.

They both seemed to pick at their desserts as the thoughts of eating now was low on their minds. When she sprung on him the “side deal” Eddie’s anxiety was again at a peek. Having to even describe to her just what she had bargained to receive had him squirming in his seat. His little hard dick wasn’t helping matters either.

“I have to be chaste until I join him Friday afternoon.” Her newest revelation tore a burning gash into his heart. Let alone his throbbing cock that was in dire need of some tender touch and relief.

Eddie’s face crinkled up as he heard her words, what looked like shock and disdain were in fact his very concentrated effort now to cum in his pants right then and there. If he could only hold off for Lara as he was now holding off for embarrassment things in their married life might be much different.

Lara, it’s...... it’s our anniversary, OUR special day.” He emphasized. He wanted, he longed, he needed to be inside of her tonight. Just then the waiter appeared with the check and Edward Reed was frightened to pull his wallet from his pocket as the increased movement down there could have dire effects.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Lara, it’s...... it’s our anniversary, OUR special day.”

"I know, Eddie … honey," she responded, trying to be strong in her determination not to have sex with him. Once the waiter left with Eddie's credit card, she said softly, "But … I think we should do this. Besides … I don't think I could enjoy it anyway. There's just … there's just so much going on … so much on my mind, honey. We can wait … until I get back. Then, we'll make love all day long."

She laughed, adding, "We'll spread that forty thousand dollars all over the mattress and make love atop it."

Lara was firm about this, and she would quietly or even more firmly argue that this was the way it was going to be.

 

[LP1957]

Her comment “I don’t think I could enjoy it anyway.” Cut him to his core. He didn’t really hear or at least comprehend the rest of her words. The $40 grand would be long spent by her return on Sunday.

Ed tentatively took her hand and pulled it towards his crotch. No where as near as impressive as the crotch she was last invited to touch. His littleish cock barely forming a tent, but none the less obvious.

“Could you at least......” He almost whimpered as he placed it to his pants at the same time the waiter reappeared with his credit card.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

But Lara resisted, then literally jerked her hand free. She pulled her hands back to her own lap and lowered her eyes, as if about to be chastised by a parent for having touched something off limits and fearing they'd be hit by a ruler. She looked about for oglers, the said, "Eddie, I … I just can't!"

She tossed her cloth napkin onto the table and told him softly, "I'd like to leave, please."

Without waiting for a response, Lara headed for the exit. She stopped for her coat at the check room, then waited just outside the doors for her husband to catch up. She immediately told him, "I can't, Eddie. I … I made a vow … and if I do--"

She glanced to his groin, then away before continuing, "--that … I won't want to stop … and we'll lose that money. And Eddie, it's a lot of money. To much to throw away on a hand job … on a blow job."

Lara was talking to loud now, and her words were easily overheard by the valet when he hurried up to them to collect their card for their keys. She smiled to the young man, embarrassed, then after he left looked to her husband. "Please, Eddie … take me home. I just want to sit and be quiet and not think."

 

[LP1957]

Edward Reed heard his wife say “I can’t, I made a vow.” What about the vows she had made to him he thought to himself. If the talking at dinner was light, the conversation on the drive home was non-existent.

Not a word was spoken on the 35 minute drive home. When they did arrive, Lara made herself scarce. Off to their bedroom he assumed. Eddie went to his study. He fired up his computer in an attempt to do some work.

His mind and his penis would have nothing to do with that and he was soon looking up pornography. He occasionally looked at it. Mostly when he was away on business, or when Lara was away to visit her mother.

He didn’t really have a genera that he preferred, just whatever tickled his fancy at the time. He rarely masturbated even when away from her. He would much rather await her return to him. Their sex life was all he could ever want.

This frustrating night, nothing was seeming to work for him, Big buxom blonds, barely18, anal which he liked to watch as he had never experienced, even lesbian couldn’t get him in the mood to relieve his aching balls.

Then he stumbled onto a cuckolding site. Telling of hot wife’s that went out on their husbands and fucked other men. As he read story after story of their accounts it seemed that the wife in question wanted more and bigger sex than hubby could provide.

Eddie quickly removed his pants and found himself furiously jerking off to this new material. He came moments later and to his own amazement his little cock remained hard as he read and looked at the photos and videos. Not 30 minutes later he was again jerking his skinny cock until it spurted out what little was left inside his nuts.

He had cum twice, but continued reading about this throughout the night. He knew he couldn’t stand facing Lara and so by 5:30 Thursday morning he was out of the house. Without even packing a bag he had made arrangements to fly up north to a new potential client.

He left Lara a note. “I’m sorry about last night dear. I’m sure you have our best interests in mind. I had to leave to interview a client. Now that we are back in business I need to keep busy.” There was no pressing need he thought to himself, but he couldn’t face her right now.

The note went on, “I will be home Friday to drive you to the airport to meet Rex. I only ask that you promise me two things this weekend. You must text me every few hours to let me know you are all-right. And you must not let him make you remove your wedding rings. They made it this far, I want them to be on you at all times.” His two requests were made.

“I’m sorry I’m not home to discuss things more, but this might be for the best as we were having trouble talking about it anyway. I will see you on Friday by 3:00.” (She needed to be at the airport by 6:00 when Rex’s time with her was to officially begin.)

Edward left the note, but in his haste forgot to erase the history on his computer, nor to turn it off. If Lara was to look to find his airline info to see where he was headed and happened to click backwards, last nights secrets would be revealed. Or if she were to look at the impressive amount of used Kleenex in his little trash can she would know how he had spent their anniversary night.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara stood silent and still near her outrageous number of packed bags arranged neatly on the tarmac to her left. She watched the ground crew performing final preps on the small, private jet that had the Mansfield Incorporated logo on the tail. They were working frantically to meet an unexpected departure time.

It was Thursday ... not Friday.

After spending much of Wednesday night sobbing in her bed, then waking to find out that Eddie had slipped out to avoid seeing her the next morning, Lara simply couldn't imagine how she was going to handle having her husband pass her off to her new lover at the airport Friday afternoon. So she'd called Rex on the private number he'd given her and told her she wanted -- no, needed -- to leave this very day.

"Of course," held told her without hesitation. "I'll have a car at your doorstep in 45 minutes."

His own car was pulling up beside the hangar building now, followed by a van from which would be unloaded his own bags, barely a quarter of what he'd bought Lara to ensure she had anything and everything she wanted or needed for their two nights together. Upon his arrival, even before she'd returned his greeting, Lara gave Rex her husband's two demands.

 

[LP1957]

Ed got the vague text message that she too was going to be going away and that she wouldn't need a ride to the airport after all. He didn't suspect she would go to visit her mother, she must just be going to a hotel or the like to have some time time alone before her ordeal. They really weren't clicking and it probably would be for the best. He didn't expect to hear from her now before her meeting up with Rex Friday at 6:00 PM.

Edward actually canceled his meeting and spent the entire day once more jacking off to the cheating wife sites. He thought he might just stay until Saturday so he would only have to spend one night alone at home without Lara.

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Rex pulled up in his limo and smiled at Lara as he got out. He was surprised to be sure that she had called. It was 11:00 AM on Thursday. He would have an extra 17 hours of her company. He wondered as to his good luck. Was that really a look of lust on her face yesterday as she dropped her dress to the floor?

Rex approached and took her hand kissing it softly. Again he was on his best behavior. He was wearing a very expensive pair of suede sweats and a tight t-shirt. The pants did little to hide what he was was carrying inside of it. The shirt only served to accentuate his 6 pack abs and broad chest.

The physical attributes of Edward Reed paled greatly in comparison to the man that stood before her now and kissed her hand in greeting. "With our bonus time, I thought we might fly to St. Lucia in place of the Bahamas." He smiled as he notified her of his change of plans.

"Its much less crowded there and we will be better secluded." Still holding her hand in his, he walked her to his private jet and up the stairs. It was luxuriously laid out with champagne on ice and a tray of chocolate covered strawberries beside it.

The jet actually had a separate room in back that contained a round bed. There was private stewardess that asked Lara upon her intrench if there was anything she might require for the flight and that they would be taking off in the next 20 minutes as soon as the bags were all loaded.

As Lara took in her surroundings the pilot entered, also a women and like the stewardess, a very good looking woman indeed. She gave Rex a hug and told him they were ready to take off whenever he was.

Rex guided Lara to a pair of seats that sat next to each other. They would be close for the 3 1/2 hour flight. He hoped to get to know her better as they traveled. The stewardess brought Lara a glass of the chilled Champagne and a small tray of the strawberries.

She then reach into Lara's lap and adjusted and connected her seatbelt. "Just for the take off please." She explained as her hands brushed across Lara's belly. Her touch being much more than Rex had tried so far.

Rex sat next to her and relaxed into his seat. The bulge in the soft material was very prominent. She could tell he wasn't hard, but there was a defiant snake running down his left leg. He took her hand and held it as the jet taxied down the runway and took off. "Is there anything you would like to ask me?" he said breaking the silence as the planes wheels folded up inside of itself and they were airborne for their weekend of........ Well it seems all 3 parties might have a different word to fill in there.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lara didn't know whether to be surprised at Rex's show of chivalry or not. She'd thought she knew the man as a lech, but now she just wasn't sure. When he told her that they were going to St. Lucia instead of The Bahamas, though, Lara almost felt frightened, as if he just might take her to a jungle hut somewhere, rape her repeatedly until he'd had enough of her, and then throw her into the mouth of some recently erupted volcano.

When they got situated in the plane and Rex reached out to hold her hand, Lara very quickly pulled it back, glaring. "You spoke of bonus time earlier."

She gave him just a moment to recall, then explained, "We may have left earlier than planned … but I am still only yours from 6pm tomorrow … until 10am Sunday. There is no bonus … time. Tonight … today … you will keep your hands to yourself. Is that understood … Mister Mansfield?"

 

[LP1957]

"As you wish young lady. I just thought we might take some time to get to know each other better before we land. I will arrange for you to have your own private room tonight at the resort." And just like that Rex Mansfield excused himself and moved to the middle of the plane. Leaving her alone with her champagne flute and strawberries.