Psychic Detective

by Fletchina Archer

  Jeff’s imagined his erect cock entering Ronda. Angela’s breasts suspended in front of Jeff as he fucked Ronda. Jeff looking at Angela’s naked body.

  “I only want you.” Jeff was sputtering.

  “Well, I want Angela.”

  While Ronda continued to stroke her labia with her right hand, she untied the knot that held her top together with her left hand to let the tails of the top fall from her firm breasts.

  “And you can have us both. But we’re going upstairs to bed. Now.” As Ronda stood, her top and the sarong fell to the floor. She faced Jeff naked.

  “You look so womanly.”

  “I thought you liked me bare.”

  “You are such a beautiful woman. I like you the way you are. All woman. Hair and all.”

  Ronda raised her arms above her head and turned in a pirouette in front of Jeff.

  “And if I had my way, you wouldn’t shave your armpits either.”

  Ronda lowered her arms and went flat-footed. “Yuck.”

  Angela stifled a laugh and stood up beside Ronda. Hand in hand they went upstairs where Ronda lay on the bed to explore herself while Angela removed her clothes in her usual careful way.

  When Jeff came in he was naked and had a mighty erection.

  Ronda drew up her knees and said, “Come to me, my stallion. Give me that cock.”

  Her face contorted with pleasure as he thrust deep into her. Angela sat beside the coupling pair and put a hand on Jeff’s butt as if to steer it in and out. He moaned and rolled to his side, his cock half the size and shiny with come.

  “That was fast.” Disappointment showed in Ronda’s voice.

  “Don’t worry, lover. He’s not getting off that easily.” Angela bent over him, her hand grasping his cock, stroking it. As it began showing signs of revival, Angela took it into her mouth and continued to stroke it with her hand. Ronda leaned over Jeff’s face and, cupping her breast in her hand, put the nipple into his mouth.

  Angela ministered to Jeff’s cock until it was telephone pole rigid. Then she lifted one leg over him and paused. “You want to help me here?”

  Ronda took the cue and grasped Jeff’s penis to guide it into Angela’s cunt. Angela lowered herself ever so slowly onto the aroused cock. She took him into her a quarter of an inch at a time. She began to sway back and forth, moving just her hips, and then she stopped and seemed to be motionless except for a slight rippling of her butt muscles.

  “What are you doing?” Ronda asked.

  “Ask him.”

  “Aaaah. She’s…she’s…pulling my cock into her…pulsing her cunt around me… I’ve never felt…”

  “I’m giving him the Kegel squeeze, the vaginal vise grip.”

  Jeff thrust into her and she resumed her thrusting back and forth on him. Ronda knelt beside Jeff facing Angela and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Then she moved her face down to suck Angela’s nipples. Angela began to sigh with pleasure as Jeff pushed deep into her.

  “Can I have some of that?” Ronda asked.

  “Help yourself,” Angela said, dismounting. “This time, I’ll guide the cock.” Angela held Jeff’s shining cock while Ronda mounted him.

  “Hey, don’t I get any say in this?”

  “No.” Both women spoke decisively. Then they both laughed.

  “Relax and enjoy, honey. Most men would give their left ball to be where you are now. Just enjoy us.”

  Ronda took his cock into her and looked at Angela. “Oh, girlfriend, you were so right. This is the way to do it. He does have a big cock, though, doesn’t he?”

  “It’s been a long time since anyone fucked me.”

  “That’s right, fuck me, lover. Give it to me.” Jeff arched his back and thrust his cock deep into his wife.

  “But yes, he has a beautiful cock.”

  “Beautiful?”

  “Well, all cocks are not created equal. But stop talking and fuck him, girlfriend.”

  Ronda lifted herself so Jeff’s cock slid almost out of her. Angela grasped the shaft as Ronda’s cunt was about to clear the head and held it for Ronda to plunge down on again. Angela moved her hand and began to massage Ronda’s clitoris as she fucked Jeff.

  “That’s it, lover. Don’t stop.”

  Neither of her lovers stopped until Ronda groaned with pleasure and slipped off Jeff’s cock.

  Angela mounted him again and leaned forward until she felt the shaft of his cock rubbing her clitoris in just the right place. Then she increased the pace of her thrusts until an orgasm started deep in her cunt and radiated out to vibrate the rest of her body in its own harmony as she came with a groan that became a shout.

  Ronda grasped Jeff’s cock in her left hand and guided it into her still twitching cunt and began to ride him until Jeff groaned and his penis fell flaccid from her cunt. Disappointed, she dismounted.

  “Your turn, girlfriend.” Ronda indicated Jeff’s penis.

  “No, your turn. Let him be for a while. Come let me take care of you.”

  Ronda rolled over Jeff’s body to lie beside Angela. The two embraced and kissed while Angela began rotating a fingertip around Ronda’s engorged clitoris. Just as Ronda’s clitoris began to pulse and her mind opened with desire, Angela began to stroke the underside of the magic button until Ronda’s thighs began to shudder. Angela kissed her hard and moved her finger up to circle her clitoris again to prolong the anticipation. When Ronda’s stomach began to quake, Angela moved her finger between her labia and gently stretched one of them, and then the other, before putting three fingers where Jeff’s cock had been, and then only one to massage her cervix. Ronda gasped with pleasure.

  “Do it, lover, do it now.”

  Angela ended the delay with light strokes to the underside of Ronda’s clitoris. She cried out with pleasure as she collapsed into the void of floating warmth, her cunt pulsing with aftershocks.

  “What did you do to her?” Jeff asked, his cock now quite recovered.

  “I made love with her. You should try it sometime. You can practice on me.”

  She kissed him hard on the lips and raised his hand to her breast as she grasped his cock and began to massage it. It was hard in her grip so she tightened her hand and moved it faster. She rolled Jeff onto his back and straddled him again, guiding his cock into her cunt with her hand. She thrust her hips forward and back. Sitting erect over him, she reached her hand down to stroke her clitoris as she began to shudder into her own oblivion.

  When Angela opened her eyes, Jeff was kissing Ronda and stroking her clitoris. Angela felt Ronda’s pleading even before her eyes signaled it. Angela rolled Jeff away from Ronda. “You have to do it gently. Like this.” She lightly touched the head of his penis. “Check the difference.” She increased the pressure and Jeff winced. “You can learn, but you have to pay attention to Ronda.”

  Ronda smiled and played with herself as Angela coached Jeff. “Can we do my part?”

  Angela received the image and pulling her knees under her to raise her butt into the air, she turned onto her stomach.

  Jeff looked puzzled until Ronda nudged him into position behind Angela. Ronda took Jeff’s now erect cock in her hand and guided it gently between Angela’s engorged glistening labia. Ronda moved behind Jeff and pushed his butt. “Fuck her, lover.”

  Angela reached between her legs and began to massage her clitoris as the length and breadth of Jeff’s cock filled her cunt. Before she was even at the edge of an orgasm, though, the pressure abruptly stopped as Jeff withdrew from her. She gasped as the probing moved to another place and began to demand entry into her anus. Ronda’s hands were on her butt. Angela reminded herself relax, relax, relax as she opened her sphincter to the invader to stretch her until she accommodated more and more and felt fuller and fuller, more and more complete. She continued to circle her clitoris with her finger, increasing the pressure at every press of Jeff’s mighty cock. Ronda stroked Angela’s right hip and thigh and then Ronda snaked her way between Angela’s stomach and the m
attress. Angela adjusted herself to accommodate Ronda and the pressure inside her shifted to match. Angela moved her hands to the sides of her face to accommodate Ronda’s tongue as she began to gently lick Angela’s clitoris.

  “I thought you wanted to watch.” Angela gasped. She didn’t understand the answer as she was overtaken by an intense shudder that started deep inside her and radiated to her toes and fingers as she collapsed into a heap on her side unaware of anyone else in the pile of bodies.

  Angela was only dimly aware of Ronda telling Jeff to go wash his cock before she felt Ronda’s embrace.

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  “You were right about the pubic hair. He likes it. I’m glad you could tell me that. I always thought he liked my pussy bare.”

  “See what happens when we don’t talk to our lovers? Our spouses? Hey, if mice is the plural of mouse shouldn’t spice be the plural…”

  “Oh no, not again with the plurals.” Ronda laughed.

  “Where’s asshole?” Angela used Ronda’s pet name for Jeff.

  “He’s coming back tonight. The reason you haven’t seen much of me this past week is that he’s been fucking my brains out every night. Thanks for teaching him how to play with me, by the way. He’ll never be as good as you are, but he’s better than he was. And he’s paid some attention to me. That’s the main thing.”

  “I’m glad it’s working out.”

  “Uh-oh, my phone is vibrating. This is important. Only the agents have the cell phone number. I gotta take this.” Angela stood up and took the phone from her pocket, opened it, and put it to her ear.

  “Must be kinda exciting to have a cell phone that vibrates like that. Especially if you keep in your front pocket and wear such tight pants. Um-hum. Agents calling, likely story.” Ronda leered.

  Angela’s face was intent as she listened.

  “It’s a mayday, boss. We’re outta here. Gotta run. They’re on to the bugs. We gotta jump ship right now or they’ll trace them over here to us. We’re gone. End of operation. Bye for now.”

  “Gudrun?”

  “Can’t talk, boss. Later.”

  “That really was Gudrun, the tall blonde one? The agent?”

  Angela put the phone back in her pocket. “Yeah, look, something’s wrong. Some of Jeff’s guys found our bugs. The whole operation is blown. My girls have to get out of there fast. They’re leaving now.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “How the hell would I know? We’ll just have to wait and see. Look, that’s always a possibility with this kind of thing. These guys aren’t stupid. They don’t get where they are by being stupid. Or keeping their eyes closed. But don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. We have to wait for the girls to get out of there, then they’ll figure it out and we’ll have the story.”

  Angela’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “The phone again.” She removed the phone from her pocket, flipped it open and said, “Talk to me, Gudrun. What’s going on?”

  “Okay, boss. We’re on Whacker Drive. One of their guys got spooked, brought in a security guy, swept the place. They found all kinds of bugs, cameras, microphones. Half of the stuff wasn’t even ours! Someone else is in on this operation and I don’t know who the hell it is! Any clues?”

  “No, not yet. Come on back to the office. I’ll try to get there later. It’s going to be a while ‘cause I’m all tied up for the rest of the evening. If anything else breaks, give a shout.”

  “Right, boss.”

  “What’s the deal?”

  “I don’t know, Ronda. Someone got a security guy in there and they found all of our stuff. But they also found lots of stuff that’s not ours. Someone else is snooping on Jeff and his guys. Has Jeff said anything that would give you any idea of what’s going on?”

  “No. Well, not exactly. He’s been kind of nervous lately. But not more than usual. These guys deal in commodities. That’s an up-and-down kind of thing, so they’re always nervous. I don’t know. What do you have in mind? What kind of thing?”

  “Has he mentioned any government agencies, for instance?”

  “Is FCC something like that?”

  “The Federal Commodities Commission? You bet it is. They’re the ones that regulate Jeff’s business and all commodities traders. What’d he say about them?”

  “Nothing exactly. Just he was having a nightmare the other night. Tossing and turning. And he was muttering something about FCC. I didn’t know what it was about. I woke him up.”

  “What happened next?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t tell just anyone, but since you’ve fucked him and we’ve shared him, I sucked his dick and when he got hard, I fucked him. He came and then went back to sleep. The whole thing took maybe five minutes. Why?”

  “I’m not interested in your sex life here, girlfriend. I’m interested in Jeff’s dealings with Bowman, Lyons and Heartland. Look, has he mentioned the FBI at all? My girls said he contacted an FBI guy in a seedy bar. Any idea what that’s about?”

  “None. Look, he’s never told me anything about any of this stuff. Sorry.”

  “Well, my research shows some strange pricing patterns. It’s just too neat to be chance. I think there’s some stock market manipulation going on here.”

  “How can they do that?”

  “Fixing prices for commodities.”

  “How?”

  “Maybe that’s what all the meetings around the world are. He’s meeting with other dealers and they’re setting prices. If the FCC gets hold of that, they’re toast.”

  They heard the garage door open and shut. There were footsteps in the kitchen. Finally Jeff appeared in the living room. He looked somewhere between dejected and frantic.

  “What’s up?” asked Ronda. Her voice was shaking with anticipation, but Jeff did not notice. He was preoccupied.

  “All hell has broken loose. You can’t imagine. The whole corporation is collapsing and I had to get out from under before I got caught under the rubble.”

  “What are you talking about?” Angela asked.

  Jeff pulled off his suit jacket and untied his tie. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with a jerk of his neck and said, “Any chance of getting a gin and tonic?”

  Ronda saw Angela’s nod and went into the kitchen.

  “I’ll help.” Angela followed Ronda to the island.

  Angela sliced the limes and squeezed them over the ice cubes as Ronda measured out the gin from the blue bottle.

  When they returned to the living room Jeff was slumped into an armchair.

  “Okay, what’s the story?” Angela handed Jeff his drink.

  Jeff sipped tentatively, and then again more decisively.

  “One of the secretaries noticed something suspicious. Some of the bills weren’t in the right place. Then someone noticed that a computer had been accessed. That’s scary shit when you’re in the commodities business. But one of the execs got paranoid. It turned out there was good reason for the paranoia. He brought in a team of security experts and they swept the place. When they did, they started turning up all sorts of spy gadgets. Microphones, phone taps, even cameras.”

  Angela struggled to control her expression. Keep the face blank. Show nothing.

  Ronda and Jeff both looked at her expectantly.

  “Sorry, my mind wandered. My daughter. Boyfriend troubles.”

  “Jeff was saying that the FCC is spying on their corporation. They found some bugs.”

  “Why would the FCC spy on you guys?”

  “Just because it’s the biggest price-fixing ring in the history of commerce since, I don’t know, since Rome had a monopoly on salt or something.” Jeff had finished his drink and was sitting bolt upright. “I wasn’t going to take the rap for that.”

  “How do you avoid it?” Ronda asked, her eyebrows arching to emphasize the question.

  “I’ve been dealing with an FBI agent who’s been nosing around. As soon as he showed up, I agreed to work with him. I’ve even worn a wire to tape-record some of the stuff my busine
ss associates are doing. But I had no idea they had so much spy gear in our offices snooping on us. He must not have believed me. So on the way home, I called and gave him the whole story. I get immunity if I testify against everyone else. Bunch of crooks.”

  “What are you talking about?” Ronda’s look of puzzlement became more intense.

  “Look, all those trips to Hong Kong, Copenhagen, Tokyo, Beijing, New York… Those were trips for all of us commodity dealers from around the world to get together. To set prices. Bowman, Lyons and Heartland is the eight-hundred-pound gorilla of world commodities, so we told them what the prices would be. They couldn’t argue with us. That’s the way it was. No market. No nothing. We just fixed all the prices of all of our commodities. Soybeans, corn sweeteners, fiber, cooking oil, everything! Everyone else had to follow along or get out of town. Simple as that.”

  There was silence except for the clinking ice cubes in Jeff’s glass.

  Jeff looked from Ronda to Angela. “That’s against the law. Big time.”

  “So you turned them in to the FBI?” Ronda sat stock-still, her face intent.

  “I was going to. I was working with the FBI ‘til the agent thought the case was airtight. But then some of our guys got the tech guys in there and they found all kinds of bugs. The corporate brass figured they were FCC bugs and they had the goods on us. But half of them were probably FBI. I’m sure they were checking out my stories. If they’d been tapping our phones, listening in on our conversations, hell, even videotaping us in our offices, they must have the goods on everyone. I guess that was necessary. The FBI couldn’t just believe one guy.”

  “So what happens now? Are we going to live in a trailer house again?”

  “No. I haven’t fought my way up this high for that. I know it’s been rough on you, honey. I know I’ve neglected you. But you didn’t say anything about it. I thought you were enjoying everything…being rich. See, in my family the guy is supposed to be the big macho hunter and bring back the bacon. That’s the way you show your woman you love her.”

  “I’d trade all of this for a trailer court if I could have you. You’re what matters to me.”