Thanks a Million

by Dee Dawning

  “Stuart, I’m a married woman!”

  Stuart laughed. “Sweetheart. I enjoy your company. We would have separate rooms and I wouldn’t violate the sanctity of your marriage.”

  It did sound like fun. “Let me think about it.”

  * * * *

  Dana’s phone rang and he picked it up. “Hello?”

  The familiar voice on the other end was Stu’s. “How’s it going?”

  “Well, as you know, I just got here and I’m still getting acclimated, but so far everything is great. I don’t see any reason we can’t open on time.”

  “Good. Michelle is almost finished with Fallon and she’ll be up there to help. But that isn’t why I called.”

  “Oh!”

  “I called because I just finished meeting with your wife about our agreement and I’m sure she’ll be calling you. The first thing she said when I broached the subject was, ‘Why wouldn’t I have a baby with my own husband?’ I asked if she’d ever talked to you about children and she said no, so when she calls and I’m sure she will, you’ll need to act cool toward the idea of children.”

  He laughed. “That shouldn’t be hard. I don’t want children—least not yet.”

  “Good. It looks like we’re thinking alike. It sounded like with your blessing she’d go for it.”

  * * * *

  Later that day, as Stu had predicted Fallon called. “Hi Sweetheart, it’s Fallon.”

  “Hi baby. I miss you. I wish you were here.”

  “I miss you too. How’s the job going?”

  “I’m just getting started, but so far it seems doable. How about your job?”

  “It’s going great. That’s one of the reasons I called.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yes, I visited Stuart’s office at his request yesterday, and he laid out an intriguing proposition.”

  “About having his baby?”

  “Ah-huh. I noticed you already agreed to it. Don’t you think you should have asked me?”

  “Maybe, but I thought it was a good deal and I was going to be out of town. What’s the big deal? If you’re against it, there is no agreement.”

  “I know. I just was surprised you agreed to it.”

  “Frankly, so was I, but I knew you would like a baby and I’m not ready to have a bambino. Add to that the ménages and a cool million dollars and it seemed like a no brainer.”

  “So you would have no problem with Stuart continuing to fuck me or me having his baby?”

  “No. It actually turned me on more having a third party watch as you sucked my cock and I fucked you. When he fucked you it almost drove me crazy with lust.”

  “Well since you’re in favor of it, I’ll weigh the options and make a decision.”

  Chapter Four – Lake Tahoe

  Stuart was right. Michelle had only been there three days, but she made an immediate impact. She turned out to be an enormous help and very friendly. So friendly, he was tempted.

  His phone rang. He picked up the handset. “Hello?”

  A man laughed. “When are you going to get a secretary?”

  Rotating his executive chair, he gazed through the glass wall at the lovely, expansive view of the lake and mountains his third floor office afforded. He smiled. “Hey Stu. Got one coming in tomorrow. Handpicked, gorgeous, and approved by Michelle.”

  “If Michelle approved her, she must be good. I called to tell you Fallon is on board.”

  The dollars sign and zeros began to flash through his mind again. “That’s fantastic.”

  “I know, I’m pleased. I had to sweeten the deal a little though.”

  More dollar signs flickered before him.

  “Not money, just perks. Weekly visits to the spa. Full use of the beauty shop. A fifty percent discount from any hotel store. I pay all obstetric costs, which was in the contract anyway, and should she get any stretch marks, she gets fifty grand for each one, which wasn’t in the contract.”

  Come on stretch marks.

  “Any money for stretch marks goes directly to her.”

  On second thought. “I can see where she’s coming from, we don’t want her beautiful body screwed up with stretch marks.”

  “I agree. Right now she’s looking around for the highest reputed ob/gyn.”

  He laughed at the chutzpah of his wife. “That’s great, when do we start?”

  “Fallon’s fertility period starts next Thursday. I want to check out the hotel anyway, so we’ll fly up and spend the week. She wants you involved, so save your strength.”

  He smiled at the idea of a week of threesomes. “Of course. Let me know when and I’ll have the limo pick you up.”

  “I’ll do it. Right now I hafta go.”

  Michelle waltzed in looking good in an orange alpaca sweater, a plaid miniskirt and black patent leather knee high boots. “Was that Stuart?”

  “Ah-huh. They’ll be here January 17th, so be prepared.”

  She flashed her winsome white smile. “I’m always prepared.” Then her smile vanished. “Is your Fa-a-allon coming, to-o-o?”

  He sensed a little hostility in her voice. “I thought you liked Fallon. That you were friends.”

  She scrunched her nose and lips. “I do, I am. I’m just being a little bitchy. I’d like to be in her position.”

  Surprised, he inquired, “What position is that?”

  She flashed a coy smile in his direction. “I know all about your little ménage a trois. I suppose I’m a jealous. I’ve been up here three days and…” She walked around his desk and as he turned toward her advance, she raised her patent leather boot to his chair, setting the toe of her boot between his legs, against his crotch. She pointed at him. “You make me feel sexed up. Lift up my skirt. Go ahead.”

  The thing is, from the time he met her, she made him horny too, and that’s putting it mildly. Right now, he was brimming with need. Ambivalent, his fingers grasped the hem of her short skirt and slowly raised it. As he suspected, she wore no panties. His cock was almost bursting through the fabric of his pants. He gazed at her. “I suppose you don’t have a bra on either.”

  She pulled her sweater up to her breasts to answer his question, pulled it all the way over her head and displayed a wondrous set of natural breasts. “I would think under the circumstances your wife wouldn’t have a problem if we became intimate.”

  As he let that sink in, he placed the hem of her skirt into her hand for safekeeping and ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, from her boot top to her clit. As his finger and thumb squeezed her pearl of passion, her head lolled backward. She closed her eyes and a tiny yelp of pleasure emerged from deep in her throat.

  A heavy-handed swing of his arm transferred his desktop items to the floor. He grabbed her hips and backed her against his desk. After unzipping and removing her skirt, he placed his open hand on her midriff and urged her back. She reclined lengthwise on his desk with her legs open for business. She glanced at him and smiled. “It’s your move.”

  He rose above her and after stealing a moment to admire her ultra-fine body, placed a hand over her lovely breast. She moaned and writhed as his digits teased her hard nipple. He leaned down and kissed her voluptuous mouth. As his tongue slipped past perfect teeth, she sighed, her dagger tipped fingers combing through his scalp. When his tongue finished playing with her satiny counterpart, his lips edged over her long neck and peppered a trail of damp kisses across her chest and to her nipples. She sucked in a deep breath as his wet tongue circled her swollen, half-inch protruding nubs, alternating between them. He rose, his gaze feasting upon her lovely form, again. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but he seemed to.

  Wanting to devour her, He grabbed her buttocks and pulled them to the edge of the desk, her legs dangling in the air. “I’m going to taste you before I fuck you.”

  A sigh escaped her succulent lips. “Mmmm, I love to be eaten.”

  He sank to one knee. She rested her calves on his shoulders and her boot-encased feet crossed between his s
houlder blades. Unlike Fallon, who only trimmed her mound, Michelle waxed her pussy smooth. The sensual scent emerging from her sex permeated his nostrils, tantalizing him. He hovered over her, inhaling the sweet aroma of feminine musk. With his palms flat against the junction of thigh and vulva, his thumbs splaying her petal soft folds, baring her private sexual hollow to his scrutiny.

  His lips spread into a wicked grin, “Such a sweet pussy,” He murmured. Licking along her slit, he lapped the copious juices that poured from her channel. When he’d laved every inch of her hollow, he thrust his long tongue deep inside her passage. The heat of his tongue served to inflame her flesh, and her body curved upward even more.

  As she arched her back and raised her hips to meet his tongue, she squealed her pleasure, “Oh, Dana you’re driving me crazy!”

  As he suspected, she was a fiery one, her head thrashing, her body frantically moving side to side. Wrapping his arms under her thighs, he rested the fingers from one hand on her breasts in an effort to slow down her chaotic motion. He brought the other hand back to her mound and when his fingers touched her clit, she became uncontrollable. Her boots tightened on his back pushing his lips even tighter against her pussy and her hands reached down to his face, her fingers feeling around his mouth and her pussy.

  As if her actions weren’t harsh enough, they became contorted and convulsive. Barely able to speak, she squeaked out, “don’t stop, I’m coming. Oh my fu-u-cking God! Here it comes. Oh, yes. Oh God. Fuck yes! Aaaaeeeee!”

  For long seconds she was total chaos, and he had the missing hair to prove it. Even now, she lay curled up and whimpering as she shivered from pleasure tremors. What will it be like to fuck her? Will he need a coat of armor for protection? He picked her up and carried her to the sofa bed. Time to find out.

  Michelle and he never got back to work that day. They played until midnight, when he, and he assumed she, fell asleep in her luxurious bed. When they woke the next morning, they agreed sex during work hours, even if they had fun, was bad. They had a hotel to open and couldn’t afford to be distracted. However, the evenings were another matter. Their passionate lust burned so hot and bright it almost seemed capable of lighting the evening skies. They had hot screeching sex every night until Thursday, the seventeenth when Dana’s boss and wife arrived.

  * * * *

  The big honcho, Stuart Wynne, kept Dana tied up the first day going over the progress in the casino, Fallon spent the day with her friend, mentor and immediate supervisor, Michelle.

  Stu put his arm on Dana’s shoulder. “I’ll bet you can’t wait for tonight. I know I can’t.”

  Dana was so worn out from Michelle, he could care less if he joined his wife and boss in their amorous union tonight, but had to keep appearances. “Oh yeah, I’ve been looking forward to this. Just so I get this straight, I wear the condom tonight instead of you.”

  “That’s right. The sooner we conceive, the clock starts ticking, and nine months later you should get your payout.”

  “How come you don’t use in vitro fertilization?”

  He laughed. “And miss all that hot sex with your wife? Not a chance.”

  Dana winced at the use of his wife and sex in the same sentence. “I meant in addition to having sex.”

  “We may do that, too. The contract mentions that possibility. So tell me, Dana, how are you and Michelle getting along?”

  He flushed at the mention of his sex partner for the last week. He hoped Stu didn’t notice it. “Oh, she’s great. She really is. She’s smart as a whip and extremely helpful. She’s saved me a lot of grief and time.”

  “Good, that’s why I keep her around, despite her occasional lust for good looking virile, young, studs.”

  He felt saliva slip down his windpipe and started coughing violently. Stu patted him briskly on the back. After taking a sip from the water bottle he carried, he asked, “She lusts after virile, young guys?”

  “Ah-huh, she always had a stud or two hanging around when she was director of Chez Vegas. I’m sure she now has her eyes out for acceptable lovers here.”

  * * * *

  After going over most of the scenes for the new ‘Chez Vegas’ show, Michelle took Fallon to lunch in the café, which was open for the staff and workers. Since there wasn’t a menu, the kitchen prepared daily breakfast, lunch, and dinner buffets.

  After browsing through the buffet, they sat in a booth. She took a sip of iced tea and as soon as she set the glass down, Michelle leaned over and rested her chin on her fist. “I’m waiting to hear. How was it?”

  Her nostrils flared and brows furrowed in confusion.

  Michelle went on, “The night of the Christmas party, your special party. How was it?”

  She raised her head in recollection. “Ah, yes. It was truly amazing. They’re both extraordinary lovers.”

  Michelle straightened up. “I know.”

  Fallon’s brows dipped.

  Michelle blushed and added, “I mean, I can imagine.”

  Fallon nodded and smiled at the explanation of her faux pas. “Surely with all those nice looking men you’ve been with over the years you’ve indulged yourself.”

  Her brows rose. She pursed her lips and shook her head. “I’m afraid not. I really missed out, huh?”

  Fallon laid her hand over Michelle’s and laughed. “I wouldn’t say it’s the end of monogamous sex for me, but it’s a nice experience. My advice is don’t seek it, but don’t turn it down either.”

  Chapter Five – Menage Deux

  That evening, Stuart and Fallon joined Dana in his suite and had sex together for the second time. Like their initial time together, it was an incredible experience, but there was a difference. This time, per their agreement, her husband wore the condom, instead of Stuart and she was off the pill and ovulating. Similar to the first time, one of the men, Dana, this time, warmed her up by going down on her. “I hope you have plenty of your tasty honey for your Honey.”

  Though Fallon had received oral sex from Dana numerous times, Fallon still got all tingly at the thought of his long, satiny tongue circling her bud and reaming the walls of her pussy. After spreading her legs wide as they would go, his intimate fingers parted her petal-soft folds, baring the private sexual hollow between to his scrutiny. Inhaling deeply, he sighed, seeming to savor the organic bouquet of her genitals. “Such a sweet cunt,” he murmured.

  She mewled her contentment as his tongue rolled and swirled around her clit. She gasped when his tongue darted between the vaginal folds, lashing deep inside her moist pussy and back out. A deep ache built inside her quim, threading her veins with venereal lust. All she could feel was the pulsing of her beating heart and the stirring of hunger between her legs. Her entire body tingled and the walls of her pussy perspired lubricious juices in preparation of its expected visitor. She moaned at the realization that his tongue and fingers serviced the most sensitive areas of her body, sending her into a tailspin.

  Almost simultaneously, Stuart, while fingering her hard, jutting nipples, slipped his tongue into Fallon’s mouth for a deep sensuous kiss. Moaning her pleasure, her long fingernails combed harshly through Stuart’s hair, causing him to wince.

  Fallon’s legs slipped over Dana’s shoulders, her ankles joining and crossing behind his back, as his beautiful tongue delved into her. She couldn’t get enough and her crossed feet reeled his soft lips in closer to her erogenic blossom.

  The onslaught of erotic titillation in the form of lips, hands, and tongues pressed her libido to the limit. She quaked as her pussy spasmed around his fingers, and a wave of intense pulses shattered through her. Every nerve in her body was edged, primed for a glorious orgasm.

  Thrashing her head and moving erratically, she yelled, almost out of breath, “Jesus, here I come sweets. Oh God, Dana. It’s a fucking California earthquake.” Indescribable sensations rippled through her body, and she slowly lost control as the intensity built. Waves of pure ecstasy lapped against her mind like the immutable tide delivering h
er into a state of nirvana.

  After Fallon recovered her equilibrium, Stuart asserted, “Now, it’s my turn.” The lust contained in his deep, breathy voice hardened her nipples. Her pussy clenched in anticipation.

  The purpose of these threesomes was for Stuart to get Fallon pregnant. Worn out by a week of hot sex with that black haired vixen, Michelle, Dana didn’t even care, so when Stuart sidled up to Dana, between Fallon’s legs, he stepped aside.

  “Fallon, would you to roll over and get on your knees, I’d like to fuck you from behind.”

  On her knees, she glanced to her left at the mirrored wardrobe doors and watched Stuart scoot up right behind her. Stuart rested his cock in the crease of her ass, Fallon was so worked up, a trail of crème tickled her thigh as it ran down her leg.

  “Dana, if you get in front of Fallon at the head of the bed, our girl can do double duty. She can suck on you while I fuck her. Right Baby.”

  “Ah-huh. I like having two dicks in me.”

  Following Stu’s suggestion, Dana sat with a leg on each side of Fallon’s head. His cock was so close she could smell its musky male aroma. Her fingers wrapped around Dana’s shaft and stroked it. Urged on by his moans she was about to introduce it into her mouth when Stuart’s cock intruded, between her folds, into her slick, wet pussy.

  Stroking her juicy slit from behind in an easygoing manner, Stuart’s cock acted like an ointment, soothing the gentle but insistent sugary anguish within her needy channel. After a languorous minute or so, he increased his tempo pounding her cunt, hard and fast, in a constant rhythm. “Mmmm, I love to watch your beautiful breasts swaying to the rhythm of our fucking in the mirror.”