Edwin ran his hand over Faith's bare ass as she stood by his desk, her hands on his shoulders as he sat staring up into her eyes. "Did you have a good evening?" She had started coming in early to work at his request, so they would have a few minutes alone before the chaos began. The first morning, he bent her over his desk and fucked her, her dress hiked up around her waist, both of them fully dressed. It was quick and hard and had left her pussy sore for half the day. The next day, he made her get on her knees beside his desk and give him a blow job, not allowing her to drink anything that morning in order to taste him for a couple of hours. This morning, he merely groped her as he talked to her, a hand on her ass and a finger fucking her pussy.Between her moans and gasps, she told him of her night and how she masturbated before going to bed. She told him about her fantasy of watching Selby fuck Tracey on the hood of her car."That would be fun to watch, you playing with yourself."S
"Something wrong with our girl?" Tracey asked as she opened their lunch containers and Selby set his phone on the counter."Nothing more than usual. Apparently, she got into it with her sister. It's another one of those I'm-only-going-to-talk-to-her-when-I-have-to days. It happens at least twice a week.""I never hear you two talk much about her brother. Do they ever talk?"Selby popped open the cans of grape soda before taking his Styrofoam container and his seat. "He's deep into his church activities, so we don't see him much. He's all right as far as people go. Sticks mostly to himself and out of the family drama.""Smart man.""It would be me if Faith didn't work with Cherish. As it is, I'm neck deep in the family drama." He bit into his sandwich and talked around the food in his mouth. "Sometimes, I think her family is bat shit crazy. They are mostly egos and self-righteous bullshit. All except Arni, that is. He's the only one with any sense in his head. Poor man.""What do you th
Faith stared at her plate, tenderloin over noodles, and wondered why she had even ordered it. She was not in the least bit hungry. Ever since her verbal bout with Cherish, she could not shake the funk she allowed herself to slip into. Or rather that Cherish had shoved onto her. She tried her best to be civil to her sister, but she was damned if she would allow her family to continue to place her on the executioner's block. How they lived their lives was up to them, and how she lived hers was up to her. Well, her and Selby.He tried his best to get her out of her sour mood, such as taking her out to eat. Even Edwin attempted to swing her back into a cheerful demeanor as well, but both had failed. She was just too tired of being blamed for the decisions of others. It seemed to be the theme of her life of late."Would you folks like another drink?" The waitress stood, smiling, beside their table.Selby didn't ask if Faith wanted one. He just ordered another round to go with the meal that
"You ready for your big weekend?" Edwin stood behind his desk buttoning his pants back into place. Faith still knelt on the floor by his chair, the office lights low."Yes, and no. I'm excited for the opportunity, but nervous about being away. I'm also afraid of the mess I'll find when I return.""You don't think Nessa can handle it?""I'm afraid Cherish will drive her away." Faith was still angry about her sister's accusations and about her run in with her mother at dinner. She was tired of being the brunt of their unhappiness. Cherish would sabotage Nessa just so she could say that Faith hadn't trained her properly before leaving. She wanted Faith to fail and didn't care if it ruined another in the process."It'll be fine. All Nessa has to do is keep up with everything. There aren't any new jobs, so she won't have to worry about getting crews set up with stuff, and even if there was, Terry can handle it."Faith placed her hand on the desk and lifted herself to her feet, a look on her
Tracey closed her Styrofoam container, lunch over for the day. "We should go dancing tonight. The clubs down here hop pretty well on the weekends. Might be fun before our girl leaves for a week." She dumped the trash into the wastebasket behind the counter. "Unless, of course, you were planning to keep her all to yourself all weekend."Selby watched as she tidied up from their afternoon meal. "No way. If I can have my two favorite ladies with me, I'll take it every time."Tracey pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed his nose. "Good answer.""I've been practicing." He smiled at her. "It's true. I stand in front of the mirror wondering what you might say and then rehearse my answers, so I look sharp.""I'm sure that's what you practice in front of the mirror." She leaned against him, her breasts firm against his chest, and gave him a slow, soft kiss. Her eyes were still closed when she pulled away, savoring the moment. When she opened them, his eyes smiled back at her. "I'll meet you at th
Dinner was a succulent array of oysters, crab cakes, and salmon washed down with a crisp Chardonnay. Faith found herself giggling more and more as they talked across the table. Selby reached across and caressed the back of her hand as she rested it on the hunter green tablecloth. She couldn't take her eyes off him; his whole face seemed alight.He had dressed her in three-inch heels, black, which matched her knee-length skirt. Her blouse was a silky lime, which he had her keep unbuttoned enough to allow her cleavage to turn several heads. She found herself blushing quite a bit, but had to admit, she loved the attention. He also laid out her black lace bra, but no panties. She loved the twists of her husband's mind."You are beautiful."She felt the blush heat her cheeks. "You are blind." She felt beautiful, though. There, with him, dressed as she was. She felt sexy. Alive. She never felt that way before Selby entered her life.He grinned at her. "That means I get to read you like Brail
Selby washed his hands, tossing the Eco-friendly towel into the over-flowing trash bin as he pushed his way back out to the crowded bar. The place seemed to have doubled in occupancy since he had entered the restroom. Most of the tables were full while people lined the walls and crowded around the dance floor. First, he glanced at their table, assuming Faith had beaten him back, but it was empty. Glancing at the bar, he finally found her. He could see in the mirror behind the bar that she had their drinks, but she wasn't moving. It was then that he spotted Tracey perched on a barstool beside his wife. A smile pushed his cheeks up seeing the two of them together. He was glad Tracey showed up since dancing was her idea.He started to make his way to the girls and then stopped. Faith's eyes were closed, and her facial expression was...different. He tried to get a better look at what was happening, but the crowded dance floor was between them, and people gyrated across his line of sight. F
The midmorning sun beat down upon Faith as they lay in lounge chairs along the sandy Atlantic shore. She wore sunglasses over closed eyes and tried not to move. She had downed half a bottle of aspirin and an equal amount of coffee already. It had been way too long of a night. Tracey joined them for the rest of the evening, dancing and drinking. Faith wasn't sure when they had arrived back home. Or how.She heard Selby turn the page of whatever thick volume he was reading, and she winced at even that slight noise."It's not fair," she groaned."What's that?" His voice was distant, and she knew he hadn't even taken his eyes off the page. She'd smack the book out of his hand if she could move."Why aren't you in as much pain as I am?"Now, she heard him close the book. "Let's see, three shots of tequila, five of your Malibu and cranberries, and two Alabama Slammers. I do believe your pain is self-inflicted, my love.""So? You drank as much as I did."At that, he chuckled and the urge to s