by Ben Boswell
“I don’t think so. Your performance could well determine my professional future. I think I need to do a little quality assurance before you go forward.”
“I’d think you have ten years worth of data.”
“I would hope you’d do better than married-people sex.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you had complaints,” she said.
“I don’t. But I’m not sure I’d pay for it either. So… Ally… what would you be doing right now if you were in the other Towncar?”
“I’d probably be --”
I put my finger to her lips. “You’re planning to talk him into submission, or….”
She smirked, and slid off the bench seat and onto the floor of the limo between my legs. She looked up at me and licked her lips.
“Travis, Baby, I want to play with you all night long…..” She reached out and loosened my belt, and then pulled down my zipper. “But first I’m going to suck your big cock until you come right in my mouth.”
She pulled out my erection, and licked up the base of the shaft.
“What will your husband say about this?” I asked.
She circled the head of my cock with her tongue and then looked up at me. “We’re a team. He’ll work hard to please you in the office, and I’ll work hard to please you… wherever you want. And we’ll count on you to be generous with us.”
I moaned as she slurped me deep into her mouth. Ally had given me head hundreds of times, but there was something about this game that provoked a greater passion, or maybe it was just that it made her less inhibited, or maybe it was all in my mind. But she seemed to take me deeper, her mouth felt hotter and wetter, her tonguing more vigorous, and she evinced a palpable hunger.
I wound my fingers into her hair, and enjoyed her attention as she bobbed up and down on my cock. She paused for a moment, and slid my pants and boxers down, and then pulled me halfway off the bench. She bent low, and while she stroked my shaft with her fist, she sucked my balls into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I sighed.
“Don’t come yet, Travis. I want it in my mouth.” She kissed my scrotum. “But first, I want to make sure you have a nice big load for me.”
“I do,” I moaned.
She chuckled, and then slowly nibbled her way up my shaft. “Are you sure, Baby? I want to make sure I drain all of that poison out of you. Get you all in a generous mood.”
“I am.”
She locked eyes with me, and slowly, tenderly licked the head of my cock.
“That’s good. That’s what I can do for you. And George doesn’t even mind. He’s probably in the other car, right now, fantasizing about what I’m doing to your big cock, and what you’re going to do to my tight pussy later on.”
“Oh God,” I cried out as I began to spurt.
She angled my prick so that I shot into her mouth. What she didn’t get dripped down my shaft, a gooey, creamy mess that Ally licked up eagerly.
“That was amazing,” I said.
She smiled as she finished cleaning me up with her tongue. “Yeah? I passed quality control? You ready for me to do that for real with Travis?”
I chuckled.
“What?”
“Honey, I’m sorry to break it to you, but I think if either of us is going to suck his cock, it would have to be me.” She looked at me confused. “Ally… he’s gay.”
Her eyes went wide. “No.”
“Yes.”
“Oh God… so… he was just messing with me?”
I pulled her up beside me. “I think he probably just thinks this is a game we play. He’s a good guy, and he was willing to play along. But I bet he’s going to say I owe him for getting you all worked up.”
She hopped up onto the seat and crossed her arms. “That’s not funny.”
“It is sort of funny. And hot.”
She shook her head. I laughed, and she sneered at me.
“You’re not really upset, are you?”
“I am.”
“I know how to make things better.”
I reached over and lowered the partition between us and the driver. He looked back at us through the rearview mirror. “Is everything okay?”
“Just fine,” I replied to him, and then I said to Ally, quietly but just loud enough that he could conceivably hear, “I bet your pussy is nice and juicy right about now.”
She glanced from me to the driver and back. I dropped down onto the floor, and popped my head under her dress. She half-heartedly tried to push me away, but I could tell it was all for show. Her legs spread, and I traced my fingers up her calves, across her inner thighs. I made slow circles on the bare skin above her stockings. I could smell her arousal through her sheer panties, and when I placed my mouth on her crotch, I felt her wetness and excitement. I pulled the fabric aside and tasted her wet pussy. She moaned softly.
“You can do better than that,” I said.
I licked between her folds, and flicked at her clit with my tongue. She moaned louder. I took her clit into my mouth, feeling it swell, the tip of my tongue working the hood. Another moan, louder still. Then I pressed a finger inside her.
“Oh God,” she hissed.
A second finger, twisting them side to side, as I slurped on her clit. She squirmed, her pussy gushing.
“Oh my fucking God,” she cried out. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
Her pussy spasmed on my fingers. Her stomach rippled. She pulled me against her as she bucked off the seat. I licked and sucked on her pulsing snatch until finally she pushed me away. I dropped back, slipping out from beneath her dress, and looked up to see that she’d pulled down her bodice to expose her breasts. Her nipples were hard and red, and she was smiling. Smiling at me, but mostly at the driver, who I knew had a lovely view of her face and tits as I’d made her come.
I climbed back onto the seat beside her. She didn’t cover herself up. Instead, she continued to smile at the driver, a handsome, bald African-American man.
She reached down and palmed my crotch. I was flaccid. She’d drained me as well as she’d promised.
My wife leaned over and in a stage whisper, perhaps just loud enough for our driver to hear, said, “Baby, you have sixty seconds to get this hard, otherwise I’m going to climb into the front seat and give him the tip of a lifetime.”
I would have loved to see that, but there wasn’t a chance. I was hard in 30. She climbed into my lap and we fucked the rest of the way home.
Chapter Nine: A Sudden Turn
Travis and I had a good laugh about our evening out when we next met, and he never held it over me, even after I accepted the job with him. And he also never made Ally feel weird about it. He was a good guy.
He was also a crook.
I found that out, a little less than a year later, when the FBI showed up on my doorstep at 6:00am one morning with a warrant that basically allowed them to confiscate every electronic device and piece of paper in our house. I drove to the office to find it swarming with agents as well.
According to the feds, our whole operation was a Madoff-style scheme. I was General Counsel, so obviously suspect. I was also innocent, but proving that requires good legal representation, and good lawyers cost money. The problem was that disentangling what was legally mine versus what might have come to me through fraudulent conveyance was difficult, and as a result most of my accounts had been seized or at least frozen. And two weeks after the criminal investigation started, I was named in a series of civil suits filed by allegedly defrauded investors, so I needed to hire attorneys for that as well. We also happened to be a little cash poor at the moment, since when I got the job with Travis, we decided to buy a new, bigger house. And since the lawyers, seeing all of this, were worried about being paid, what little cash we did have went to retainers.
After a few days of shock, Ally and I recovered our wits, and took comfort in the fact that I was innocent, and that this was going to be a blip in our lives. But by the same token, we knew we had to take action. So we sold the
house and my Mercedes, and rented the top floor of a row house close enough to our old neighborhood to allow the kids to stay in the same elementary school. The girls were a little confused about why we were moving from a five-bedroom house to a two-bedroom apartment, but our landlords, who lived downstairs, had a cute Beagador that the girls were allowed to play with, so from their perspective it was a trade up.
Ally put in for as many substitute teaching days as possible, but that didn’t add up to much. And no one was interested in hiring a lawyer who seemed likely to be disbarred and arrested any day now. So I started driving for Uber and Lyft, and on good days that meant we could stay one step ahead of our expenses.
The problem with living paycheck to paycheck is that any little glitch pushes you into crisis. So, when a kid, driving while texting, drifted into my lane, I swerved to avoid him, and in the process drove over a curb at 30 miles per hour. It could have been worse. Cracked a rim and trashed my fender. Insurance covered the repairs, but a week without earnings and the deductible on the repairs meant that we couldn’t cover our rent for the month.
Jimmy and Jane, our landlords, were understanding. A retired couple, they relied on our rent payments to cover their own expenses, but they cut us some slack, basically converting that month’s rent into a loan, at a reasonable 1% interest rate per month… well, sorta reasonable, but I really wasn’t in much of a position to negotiate.
“If it wasn’t for bad luck, you’d have no luck at all,” Jimmy said.
We had just shaken hands on the loan, and he and I were sitting in his kitchen drinking beers. Jimmy was a ruddy-faced, retired Navy Chief, who’d spent a couple of decades as a steam engineer. Between his pension, occasional commercial jobs, social security, and rental income, he and Jane seemed to live a decent life. He drove a Caddy, and they took annual Caribbean cruises.
I chuckled. “For the last six months at least, that’s for damn sure. But I got my health and family, so you know, can’t complain too much.“
“How’s Ally dealing with it?”
“You know, she’s a trooper. And anyway, for better or for worse, right?”
“Doesn’t she have a law degree too?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding, “but she hasn’t practiced since the kids were born, so, getting back into a legal job would be hard. It might yet come to that, but you know, we don’t want to disrupt the kids’ lives more than we need to, and everyone is used to mommy being home and daddy being out of the house working. I’m still thinking this will be over soon and we can get back to normal. But don’t worry, if it comes to that, I’ll get her out of the house and get her to work.”
He gulped down the rest of his beer. “Yeah, Jane never really brought in any money either. Broads,” he said, shaking his head, “am I right?”
I finished my beer as well and smiled. “Thanks, Jimmy. Sorry about the late rent. We’ll get caught up.”
I went back upstairs. Ally was sitting at the kitchen table, sorting a stack of bills.
“What did he say?”
“Turn this month’s rent into a loan.”
“Is he charging interest?”
“That’s the way a loan usually works.”
“Don’t talk down to me.”
I sat down across from her. “I didn’t mean to. I know this is stressful.”
“I just consolidated our credit cards. That should buy us another month. Think Luke will be able to get our accounts unfrozen by then?” Luke Bender was my criminal attorney.
I shook my head. “The feds think I’m holding out. They’re going to squeeze until I give them something on Travis, which I totally would if I had anything to give. But in the meantime, they have no incentive to expedite anything.”
She leaned back in her chair and sighed. “Baby, this is grim.”
“Yeah. It is. Wish we had rich family about now.”
She snorted. “It would be a start if any of them actually worked.”
Ally and I often joked that we were each the black sheep of our families, in that we were the only ones who’d managed to finish high school without getting pregnant or arrested.
I reached out and put my hand on hers. “It’ll be okay.” I had a way out. If worse came to worse Luke was confident that if I agreed to plead guilty on fraud charges, we could cut a deal that would get Ally and the kids access to our frozen accounts. It would mean a couple of years in jail for me, and of course, an end to my legal career. But it was an option if things got bad enough.
I rose and circled the table. I kissed my wife on the forehead. “I’m going to go to bed.” I was hoping she’d join me, but she had her notepad out and was going over the bills again. There is nothing like the threat of criminal prosecution and the imminence of bankruptcy to put a damper on one’s sex life.
Chapter Ten: Near Miss
Driving ten to twelve hours a day gave me about a fifty-fifty chance to make enough to cover our daily expenses… assuming no one drove me off the road again.
A week later, Thursday morning, I got up early as usual and hit the road. The day started off well. A fare to the airport, and then a return into the city. I cruised downtown. Despite the traffic, it was worth it to pick up a few mid-morning short hops, professionals going to nearby meetings and such, spending the ride gossiping and talking smack about colleagues and clients. A year ago, I would have been one of those self-important twits in an expensive suit.
I stopped at a food truck for lunch, and ate my cheese-steak on a park bench rather than fill my car with a greasy smell that might affect potential tips. After eating, I headed west to see if could snag any fares in the inner suburbs.
I was basically on autopilot as I entered the intersection at Grove and Wilson. I’m not quite sure why I looked to my left. My light was green, but something must have caught my eye. I slammed on the breaks. The car behind me squealed to a stop and hammered on the horn, and passing in front of me, close enough that my car swayed, a tractor-trailer blew through a red light and nearly clipped my front end. If I’d stopped even a fraction of a second later, or hit the brake with an ounce less pressure, he’d had t-boned me. Boom, smash… dead. I peeked in my rear-view mirror, and the guy behind me, who’d been so upset a moment ago looked like he’d seen a ghost. And he nearly had.
My hands were shaking, my heart pounding. I felt a trickle of cold sweat run down my chest. I managed to pull over and for a moment I felt like I might just lose it. It all seemed to come to a head, and it took me a good fifteen minutes of focused breathing just to feel like I was not about to go insane.
There was no way I could take any more fares today. I barely managed to get myself home. It was still early-afternoon, and the kids would be in school for another couple of hours. I hoped that a shower and maybe a quick nap would get me back to normal before they got home.
I was in something of a daze as I trooped up the stairs to the second floor. I opened the door and stepped into the small foyer. I slipped off my shoes.
I don’t know if I could hear them quite yet, but if I did, it didn’t register. And even once I crossed the threshold to the living room, it still took me a while to make sense of what I was seeing. Even once it did register, it took me a few more moments to process it.
Ally was naked and moaning loudly. Jimmy was kneeling behind her, pants pulled down, and short-sleeved shirt pulled open. His belly jiggled as he thrust into her. I noticed his tattooed arms, and his hands kneading her ass. His thick cock stuck out from a nest of graying pubes, slick with her juices, plunging into her again and again.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah, fuck me with your big cock.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair, arching her back, and raising her chest. Her tits swayed. He reached around with his other hand and mauled her breasts. It was a lurid scene, a lecherous older man having his way with a luscious, young wife.
Their bodies slapped together. His cock squished into her pussy. She moaned louder.
“Fuck me, Baby. Fuck m
e,” she cried out.
He did. Hard, deep strokes that sent ripples through her body. And when he paused for a moment, she took up the challenge, rocking backward to impale herself on his fat prick.
I retreated down the hallway to our bedroom. I sat at the foot of the bed, my mind racing so fast that my thoughts turned into white noise, though not loud enough to drown out Ally and Jimmy fucking in the next room.
Her sounds got louder, higher pitched. I could hear him moaning as well. They fed off each other. And after he came with a throaty grunt, I heard them laughing and talking, until finally after what seemed like an eternity, I heard footsteps, and the front door open and shut.
Ally appeared a minute later, still naked, her inner thighs slick with sweat or come. She jolted as she entered the bedroom.
“Oh shit, what are you doing here?” she asked. When I didn’t answer right away, she continued, “This isn’t what it looks like.”
“I saw you fucking him. That’s what it looks like. What was it really?”
“Paying the rent.”
“What?”
“Jimmy came by Monday, and told me that instead of going deeper into debt, I could pay things off. Fifty for a hummer. A hundred for a fuck. I’ve worked off three hundred dollars so far this week.”
I shook my head. “Enough with the games.”
“No games, George. I’ve sucked his cock twice and fucked him twice.”
“Jesus.”
We stared at each other for a moment. Then she approached and dropped down on her knees so that we’d be face to face.
“I’m sorry, Baby, I shouldn’t have kept it a secret.”
“You… you think the secrecy is the problem, not the actual, you know, cheating on me?”
“Cheating? We’ve… this has been part of our sex life for years. I mean, we’ve played this game, and you’ve always been turned on, even… especially when you thought it was real.”
“But this isn’t the game, it’s --”
“It is the game,” she interrupted. “It’s not in a bar, and it’s not --”
“I wasn’t involved.”
“You are now.”
