MichaelSitting out in the sun, I try to relax and enjoy the tranquillity of this lovely spot, breathing warm and fragrant air, watching wading birds exploring the sea's edge, moving like clockwork toys.The sun is hot, my shoulders growing warm....… Time to cover up....I head for my room, next door to the main bedchamber that has become Charlotte's private space. As I pass the door, standing a little ajar, there are sounds........ I pause, listening........ and hear their murmured talk. Pushing the door a little further open, I stand quietly…They don't see me, but James knows I am likely to be close by..... "Charlotte? You want me to....?.... "Yes. We can start over, start again."She wants to make love?My thoughts awhirl, I lean back against the wall, breathing deeply. If she wants to make love with James, then surely, she will want me too....?.... surely?Aware that I'm missing the conversation, I abandon my speculations to concentrate on listening
MichaelJames returns from the City, triumphant. "The Directorship?" I ask."The Directorship," he beams."All confirmed?""Yes. All the terms are agreed: fees, shareholding, my terms of reference. I signed this morning. All it needs is Haswell's signature...."A formality then…" I interrupt.He nods. "Yes, a formality...."I try to be pleased for him. "Congratulations, James. you deserve it. I know how much work you've put in over the years." My words are sincere. It's true. He's worked his balls off to achieve this, but I see Charlotte eyeing me....She knows it's not right between us yet...."Champagne?" I say. "I think James deserves a toast."James is all enthusiasm, rattling on about his work. Charlotte watches him with something of that old look she had for him, that expression of adoration returning.And I sit, keeping them company, making polite noises from time to time. But when Charlotte leaves the room, James becomes quiet and we sit in uncomfortabl
JamesAt his words, her aroma, pungent and sweet, floods over me. Her white thighs are steaked with her juices, her curls glistening. Parting swollen lips with one hand, she works her bud........ and my shaft wants to be inside her"Michael, would you mind?""Not at all," he grins, tugging her backwards and down.We stand over her, looking down as she, chest heaving, legs splayed, lies sprawled on the carpet gazing back up at us....… Fuck me...."Couch or bed?" says Michael.No need to stand on ceremony.... "Couch, I think. It's nearest."Michael grabs her ankles. I take her wrists. We lift her, dumping her roughly down on the couch. I pull her forward, her hips lapping the edge, to where I have comfortable access to drink from her pussy.Michael kneels astride her, pushing himself at her lips. "Open wide. You're taking the full load," he says. "Then you're going to lick me clean.... But where are you going to take it, I wonder?"As I position myself over Cha
MichaelI sleep the sleep of the blessed. After the trauma of the last several weeks, the differences between James, Charlotte and myself are resolved and life is........ perfect....I wake, eyelids heavy as I drift on the edge of sleep........ From a tumble of white sheets, a pair of jewelled green eyes emerge, framed by a riot of copper-red hair....And she's there, head resting on the pillow: emerald-eyed, dark-lashed, pale and beautiful, watching me as I wake. As I focus, and the pieces of the world drop into place, her lips curve."Good morning." Charlotte's voice is soft."Good morning," I return.Usually, her smile gallops straight to my groin, but this morning…I edge closer to her, angling my mouth to reach. As our lips brush, her eyes close and her hand slips across my face and into my hair, caressing and kneading.My cock's listening in and gives an interested twitch....Down Boy........ I want to enjoy this moment for what it is; drifting in this
JamesReleasing me, she rises without warning, to settle again, thighs splayed across my groin, her sex hovering over my erection, her flesh skimming mine. Holding her position, she displays herself to me, cupping her breasts, thumbing at the nipples which pucker hard.I thrust up, trying to enter her but, eyes laughing, she lifts away and out of reach. Only when I relax back, lying flat, does she once more lower herself, her dripping pussy kissing my cockhead.Watching me all the while, she trails fingertips over her chest, up and along the defined line of her collarbone to the hollow of her neck, then down again through the valley of her breasts. She pauses a second, sweeping hands through her long tresses, rearranging them to fall in a radiant red cascade over her shoulders, before resuming her finger-journey south; down over the slight curve of her stomach, to where white skin meets glistening copper hair, already wet and gleaming.Again, I drive upwards, my shaft reaching
JamesAs I leave, on my way through the lobby I collect a copy of all the publicity brochures and leaflets lying around, strewn on coffee tables for any who pass; all the publicly available information the Haswell Corporation is putting out about itself. If Charlotte takes her information from those, then I can't accidentally let slip anything confidential.Returning to the beach house, I call out. "I'm back." But there's no reply from Michael or Charlotte.Mmmm....He's had her to himself all day........ Check the bedroom....Still no sign of them.Gone for a walk perhaps?Outside, I have a long view up and down the beach, but I still don't see them.... .... then I hear the sound, and it's unmistakably the sound of Charlotte....Charlotte having sex....I smile to myself........ I knew he'd have her somewhere....I follow the sound, the pressure rising in my balls as I go. And there they are, on the terrace by the pool. Under the shade of a large umbrella,
RichardThe intercom buzzes. "Charlotte Conners is on her way up, Mr Haswell.""Thanks, Francis. Send her right in."Five minutes later, there's a tap at the door...."Come in.".... and the young woman I briefly met a few weeks ago enters my office.She's wearing standard 'office dress': a neatly ironed white blouse, regulation knee-length black skirt, and her hair, which I last saw long and loose, is tightly pinned to her head....But what I mainly notice is her likeness to my Elizabeth....Ye gods, you look even more like her now I get a good look at you........ It can't be a coincidence....... Surely there's no Conners in Elizabeth's family?The resemblance to my wife is distracting, but I pull myself back to the real world, remembering my manners.Standing to greet her, I proffer my hand. "Good afternoon, Charlotte. Good to meet you properly at last. Do take a seat."And again, she behaves with standard 'lady-like' manners. "Good to meet you too, Mr Has
RichardI've never been to this club before. Despite my own inclinations, my position makes it impossible to indulge in this kind of nightlife, at least in my hometown. And since I met Elizabeth, I've never had the urge to stray. And besides, it's too risky for me these days.If the paparazzi spotted me here....There's a certain amount of discussion at the door as to whether to let me in. As an unaccompanied male, my arrival is contentious. Fortunately, a party of young women arrives....… Hen party…?.... and the door-keeper decides that their numbers need balancing up with more single men. So, I am permitted entry.There is no sign of Charlotte in the bar area, so I buy a drink and go exploring.And despite my concerns, my reason for being here, I find I'm enjoying myself; intrigued....Life in the main bar and lounge is normal enough, even if the women are wearing unusually revealing outfits. Against my expectations, there is no nudity, although plenty of promise. M