by MIMI WILDE
“He makes that stuff up. It’s actually Gloria who calls the shots in the business. She’s a real ball buster on the job. But Ed needs to feel in control and she lets him treat her that way. She’s a natural submissive.”
“Damn,” Hope said. “They sure fooled me.’
“Thad took her hand and pressed it against the front of his pants. She felt his bulge pressing against it. She squeezed.
“Tell me how it feels being Candy,” he said.
She leaned against him and started running her fingertips up and down his prick. It jumped a little in his pants. She took another long drink of her wine.
“To be honest, that’s kind of a hard question,” she answered. “It makes me feel cheap. It makes me feel available. At the same time it kind of excites me.”
“Really?” Thad asked.
“Every woman wants to feel like she’s wanted. Tonight I was Candy, the whore, and I felt like every man in that restaurant wanted me.”
“You were right,” Thad said. “You looked hot.”
“So I guess it made my pussy hot,” she said.
His prick jumped again underneath her fingertips. She knew he wasn’t used to hearing her use such language.
“But sometimes I want to feel as if I’m loved too,” she said.
“You know I love you,” Thad said. “But I also need Candy.”
“And now you have us both,” Hope said.
She kissed her husband gently. His hands went to her breasts. He gently stroked and pulled at her nipples. Her nipples grew erect. Quickly he undid her shirt and peeled it back from her shoulders. She wore a comfortable white bra that wasn’t all that appealing but it was easy for him to reach behind her and unhook it.
“Oh baby,” she whispered as his lips found her nipple. He wasn’t rough. He seemed to sense she needed it nice and gentle, more romantic, more loving. His lips gently tugged at her nipple and then he sucked half of her breast into his mouth. He pulled his head back and bit gently.
They both sort of tumbled into the floor on the thick carpet and he quickly pulled off the rest of her clothes. She helped him with his, her fingers closing around his stiff prick almost as soon as she got his shorts and pants off.
“Let me kiss it, baby,” she moaned.
He rolled over on his back. With her fingers still wrapped around his hot flesh, she lowered her head to suck at his nipple. Her teeth nipped at it. He yelped and she laughed as she slid her tongue down his chest to his belly button. She licked his belly button and then went lower and licked at his pubic hair, kissing and sucking until she reached his balls. She stroked his hot cock as she kissed and nipped playfully at his balls.
She knew he could sense the change in her. Before she had sucked him, but she had done it tentatively, almost as if she was being forced to do something she didn’t like. Now she licked and kissed his balls and the heated flesh like she was hungry for him. Pretending to be Candy and with the desperation of almost losing him, all her inhibitions were gone. She didn’t care what she did as long as it pleased him.
Sliding her tongue up to the head of his cock, she opened her mouth. She enjoyed hearing him moan as she took his prick into her mouth, over her tongue, into her throat. She kept going until she had him lodged in her throat all the way to his balls. She left him there for a moment. Each pulsating throb of his cock sent a shiver through her. She drew her head back and looked at his face. Her lips dripped saliva and pre-cum and she knew she looked whorish. She loved the hunger in his eyes.
She released his cock and then swung her legs over his body. Straddling him, she took his cock tightly in her fingers. Lifting up slightly, she directed the swollen knob of his cock to her pussy. With a soft sigh, she settled down on him. His prick went into her belly, throbbing hotly, and feeling as if it belonged.
She began to rock on him slightly. His hands gripped her swollen breasts, his thumbs rubbing briskly over her nipples.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered.
“You’re so hard,” she whispered. “You feel so hard inside me. Oh fuck, this feels nice.”
Bouncing on her husband’s cock, she let the sweet spasms of pleasure wash over her. She bounced a little faster, squeezing her cunt walls together around his prick. His hips began to push upward as he grew more excited. She leaned over and kissed his mouth, stabbing her tongue between his lips. Her hips rocked faster.
He couldn’t stand the slow pace anymore and he grabbed her and rolled her over. He took his cock out of her for a moment and rolled her over on her hands and knees. He penetrated her from behind, deep and hard.
“Oh yes, fuck me doggie,” she whispered.
She let her head fall down as he rammed into her from behind, again and again. His heavy balls slapped her. Reaching around, he grabbed her breasts and held onto them tightly.
“Oh fuck, baby,’ he gasped. “Oh fucking hell, this is good.” She might have wished for him to go a little longer, but her husband was already past the point of no return.
He rammed into her again, his prick spurting cum into her wet hole, and she clamped the walls of her pussy tight to drain him dry. He pulled back and eased into her again and the rest of his cum spurted into her, and then leaked out to wet her thighs.
Her climax may not have been everything she desired, but the rest of the evening was. Afterwards, they showered together playfully and then had crackers and cheese and more good wine out on the garden patio. In the morning she would probably be hung over, but she didn’t care.
It was evening like she hadn’t experienced in a long while.
And she knew she owed it all to Candy.
SWEET REVENGE
CHAPTER ONE
I went to give Dirk the bad news.
I walked quietly down the hospital corridor to the small waiting room. He was perched on the edge of his seat, his hands on his knees. He was tense with expectation like a vulture awaiting a dying meal. He was the only child of Max’s three marriages. Max often told me he was lazy, deceptive and greedy. I didn’t know him well. He had attended our wedding, but he didn’t speak much. His congratulations were strained, unhappy. I figured he saw me as just another obstacle to inheriting his father’s wealth.
“Your father is going to be fine,” I announced. “It was not a heart attack.”
The news didn’t make him happy. I saw he had been counting his inheritance. Phoning him was not something Max would have wanted me to do, but I was afraid he was having a heart attack. I thought it was the right thing to do.
From the first moment he arrived at the hospital, he looked at me with a mixture of curiosity, contempt and lust. I think the curious part was wondering how soon I would be available after his father’s death. I still wore the simple black sheath dress I had worn in the restaurant. It was a little shorter and tighter than I normally felt comfortable with, but it was our anniversary. My blond hair was down around my shoulders as Max liked it, and I wore a touch of green eye shadow to match my eyes and very light pink lipstick. I wore the very expensive fragrance Max purchased for me.
Without speaking Dirk got up and walked past me into the hall. He pressed a little closer than he should. I breathed a sigh as he moved down the hall toward the entrance.
I took a deep breath as he moved past me down the hall.
Only Eduardo Swann remained in the room. Eduardo Swann always made me nervous. For one thing, he is huge. I am a petite woman, barely five foot three in my stocking feet. Eduardo towers over me like a mountain. He is almost as wide as he is tall and none of it fat. It is hard to tell his age because he is a mixture of old Spanish and Indio, his skin a weathered brown and his eyes dark and impenetrable. He reminds me of a picture hanging in my husband’s study, a powerful looking Native American sitting on a paint horse, a rifle in his hand, and a murderous look on his face.
For another thing, he has a presence. It’s hard to describe. It’s like one of the horses from our ranch. The horse stands calmly until someone slips into the saddle, and then it erupts
into violent movement. I had the sense Eduardo was capable of great violence.
Except for a four-year tour in the Marines, Eduardo had been with Max for a very long time. Max said Eduardo had simply showed up one day at the ranch, a skinny malnourished child of six or seven. Max gave him a place to live, food, clothes, and sent him to school. It was a year before Eduardo spoke a word, but Max said he worked hard. Nobody ever questioned who his parents were, and Eduardo never mentioned them.
Eduardo had become Max’s companion, bodyguard, chauffeur, and ranch foreman. Max also said that Eduardo was in charge of special projects. Max laughed when she asked what the special projects were, but occasionally Eduardo left for a few days on some mysterious mission. I never knew when it was going to happen.
“Should I drive you home now, Mrs. Allyn,” he said.
“I want to check on Max again,” I said.
He nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”
I stepped back into the corridor as Eduardo settled into a chair and picked up a magazine. I had never admitted to Max how nervous Eduardo made me. He would have thought I was being silly. Perhaps so, but I never wanted to be locked in a room with him. It would feel like being in a cage with a wild beast.
I found Max on his hospital bed flipping through channels on the television. He finally gave a disgusted sound and turned it off, and hurled the remote across the room to bounce against the far wall.
“Those things cost money,” I said.
“I have lots of money,” he said.
He did have lots of money, and I knew how he had gotten it.
His hospital gown was crumpled beside the bed. I knew how he hated wearing clothes to bed. He disliked the constriction. The sheet was across his middle and he propped himself up on his pillows. He was a lot skinnier and paler than when we first met. He had lost a lot of weight and the doctors could find nothing wrong with him.
“Have Dirk gone home?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m sure he was very disappointed.”
“He told me he’ll pray for your continued good health.”
Max grinned. “Liar.”
I took a deep breath. “You’re out of your fucking mind, you know.”
He grinned even wider. “Oh, I love it when you say fuck.”
“How could you even consider taking that stuff? You know what Viagra did to you the one time you tried it, and you took some sort of concoction that little Jimmy made in his chemistry set. How could you be so damned stupid?”
He had keeled over in the restaurant. His hand had been up my skirt at the time. I truly thought he was dying. The paramedics also thought it, both of them faking looks of sympathy as they tried to look up my skirt. It had been cramped in the back of the ambulance, and hard to maintain a lady like dignity.
I had gone a little too far. Max’s face hardened and I caught a glimpse of the ruthless businessman who had built Allyn Industries from a small transportation company to a conglomerate of transportation, manufacturing and food processing. Max had not created an enormous empire by being a nice person.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I had a good hard-on?” he asked savagely.
“I’m sorry, Max. I know what you must feel like sometimes.”
“I want to feel like a man again, damn it,” he said.
I could give him little comfort. We had visited a dozen doctors and all of them said the same things. There was nothing physically wrong with Max. Maybe he was feeling the effects of old age and he needed to be patient. Telling a man like Max to be patient was like waving a red flag at a bull and telling it not to charge. Patience was not in his nature. Being celibate was also not in Max’s nature. Sex has been always an important part of his life. He had three wives before me, and many girlfriends. He was the original party animal. I had heard all the lurid stories growing up. I heard a few of them from my parents. One of the stories I heard was on the night my parents separated.
In fact, everyone in our house heard the argument.
Exploding, savage voices. My mother in tears. “You want the truth. Yes. Yes. Yes. He fucked me. He fucked me in the kitchen and in the bathroom and he stuck his cock in my mouth while you were smoking cigars with your friends in the study. He’s insatiable. He can’t get enough. Is that what you want to hear?”
Divorce and sent away to boarding school. The years passed quickly. My mother dying in Europe in a traffic accident, and my father becoming more and bitterer until he stuck a pistol in his mouth and blew his brains all over his study wall. I came home from college and stood at the graveside, and Max came over and introduced himself to me again.
I should have hated him. I knew who he was, of course. I knew he had seduced my mother. Of course, there were other things about him I couldn’t have known. He seemed nice, considerate. He was full of energy and good humor. He made me laugh.
So when he called, I went out with him. Other members of my family screamed bloody murder. I had an aunt who refused to speak to me again. And most everyone thought I was going out with him for his money. Oh yes, he was rich, and perhaps there was some truth in the rumors. By the time my father died, there was little estate to inherit and I was a girl who was used to living well.
On the day he asked me to marry him, he told me the complete story about my parents. He didn’t want me to find out from anyone else. He was not sorry. He said it was out of revenge. My father was in banking. In the beginning, there had been a business deal. It would have made everyone a lot of money, but my father went behind his back and made his own arrangements. In the end, my father had pulled the proverbial rug out from under Max, and Max lost nearly everything. It took Max fourteen years to build back up again, and then he went after my father.
Max did not hold back. He gave me every crude detail.
At least every detail he wanted me to know.
There were parts he left out.
“Your mother wasn’t that good looking. Not like you. She was plump and very full of her social status. I disgusted her, at first. Then I got into business with your Dad again. I was very careful. I brought them both along slowly. The first time with your Mom was in the back of my limousine. When I got it into her, she went nuts. After that, she couldn’t stay away. No matter what degrading thing I wanted to do to her, she wouldn’t refuse. She didn’t like taking it in the ass, at first, but she got used to it.”
Afterwards he asked me to marry him, and I said yes.
CHAPTER TWO
Did I love Max?
It was a good question, and one I often asked myself. How could a person love someone who had so deliberately destroyed her family? He fascinated me. I was also incredibly sexually attracted. The chemistry between us was powerful from the first time he shook my hand at the gravesite. The first two years of our marriage, he was so demanding that I walked around in a sexual haze. The sexual demands tapered off, but were still often until his sickness.
I knew not being able to get hard was the worst kind of indignity to a man like Max.
Max jerked down the sheet so his limp cock was revealed. “Come here, baby. You look good tonight. Give me a kiss.”
I went to his bedside and sat on the edge. Taking his cock in my fingers, I leaned off and kissed the tip. There was no sign of life, but his hand slipped up to cup a breast and I felt both my nipples immediately stiffen.
“What a pair of tits,” he said.
I had long ago given up trying to get him to be less crude. Besides, he knew that eventually he would get me hot and I would be shouting his own words back to him.
I took his soft cock into my mouth and sucked on it. There was little response. In a moment, Max grew frustrated and he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up. He kissed my mouth. Our tongues touched. Max might not have felt anything but I felt a stirring between my legs. I kissed him harder. I put my hand on his cock and squeezed.
The door opened. I jumped away. Max casually pulled the sheet back up to his waist. It was a ma
n who entered, a male nurse. He obviously saw what was going on, and his eyes went to my breasts as if pulled by a magnet. My rock-hard nipples pressed against the fabric of my gown as if they were trying to escape. The male nurse licked his lips.
I glanced at Max expecting a burst of his famous temper. Instead, he was looking at us both curiously. He had a peculiar light in his eyes. Feeling the male nurse’s eyes on me, I walked gingerly over to a chair and sat. I crossed my legs. I had forgotten how short my dress was. His eyes dropped to a long expanse of thigh. I had not worn hose. I didn’t need them. I had a nice tan. I had worn a pair of six-inch black heels. The male nurse liked what he saw. With a shock, I saw he had grown hard. I was sure Max saw it too, and he would explode.
Instead Max said. “Did you need something?”
“I, uh, need to draw some blood,” the nurse said.
Max said. “Do it.”
Something was wrong with Max’s voice. It sounded thick as if he was coming down with a cold. The nurse wrapped the rubber tube around Max’s arm and pricked him with the needle. He kept glancing back at me. So did Max.
I’m not sure why I did it. . I crossed my legs twice while the young man was taking blood from my husband. Twice I showed more thigh than I should have. The poor young man grew more flustered and his prick was finally threatening to rip a hole in his pants. He finally got the blood and hurried out of the room. He gave me one last long look before he closed the door behind him.
Max whispered. “Come here, quickly.”
His voice sounded hoarse. I thought there was something wrong with him. There was, but not in the way, I thought. Max pushed the covers away and his cock was hard and jutting up, as I had not seen it in a long time.
“Hurry, ride me,” he groaned.
There was no time to undress, and no time to question. We both knew a moment like this was not to be wasted. I mentally prayed nobody would walk through the door as I pulled my tight skirt up to my waist. I pushed my thong down my legs, kicked it off, and then climbed up onto the bed. I laced my fingers around his stiff cock and held the swollen head up between my legs. With a sigh, I settled down on him. I had not felt it this way in a long time. His stiff cock filled me. It stretched me. I moaned softly.