This story follows "I Play with Three MILFs on Vacation."
This is an adult sex story.
Although children's names are mentioned, the children are not in any way involved in anything sexually related.
Please enjoy and thanks for the views and the votes.
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Our drive back to Los Angeles was uneventful; just the way I like all my travels to be.
Unbeknownst to Marie and Natalie (Catherine's daughters, my stepdaughters) who were in the back seat watching movies on their iPads, sitting next to me up front, Catherine started absent mindedly stroking my cock through my slacks as I drove.
She knew how to tease me and of course, in no time I was hard.
Catherine knew I had come just a couple of hours before into Dana's wet willing mouth but she knew I was fully capable of getting hard pretty quickly.
For a 35 year old man, my sexual recovery time was pretty short.
Of course, taking a big 100mg blue pill every morning helped.
Thanks again to Senator Bob Dole for cluing America in to this wonder drug.
I liked the sensation, of course, of Catherine's teasing fingers but I had to warn her off a couple of times because I was in danger of blowing my load in my underwear.
She liked doing that to me. Teasing me.
Catherine would heat me up, let me cool down, then heat me up; and then cool me down again.
Moving in her seat so she was whispering in my right ear, she softly said "I want a big load from you tonight. Maybe two."
I replied "If you're not careful I'll give you the first one very soon."
She giggled and whispered back "You have incredible control Jack. This is nothing compared to what you've been able to do."
At that I groaned but not too loudly and she backed off, only to return to fondling my softer woody just a few miles further down the road.
Despite her fondling, I was able to share with Catherine my strategic plan. She knew some of it already but I filled in the blanks as we drove along through the desert.
The plan was based on buying car dealerships in various markets, then further penetrating those markets with a hotel or two, apartment buildings and commercial properties and maybe, if the opportunities were available, light manufacturing companies. To keep these businesses running, I was going to start my own recruiting firms in each area and as I mentioned in an earlier story, use a different strategy to find people who want jobs.
But the first thing I was going to do was to start buying car dealerships in geographic clusters.
My goal was to acquire at least three, but not more than seven, in any area. I didn't want to place restrictions on my growth, other than to make sure it could be managed.
I was already working on this in LA, and I was close to closing three dealerships to add to the one I already had.
The visit to Scottsdale was fruitful; the owner of the dealership I met with was ready to sell. None of his kids wanted anything to do with his "baby" and I was sending my due diligence team over in a few days to pull the numbers and the operations apart to see what kind of problems I was going to have to deal with and what the true value was. This owner had also promised that he would introduce me to his buddies around the Valley of the Sun; he knew for sure that four of them were thinking hard about selling but he did not tell me which ones.
I had a serious inquiry come in from Seattle from a dealer who was close to seventy in early November and following our weekend in Beverly Hills and Las Vegas with Dorrie (The Slut), Catherine and I flew to Seattle on the company jet. I spent one afternoon with the owner while Catherine went clothes shopping for maternity wear (she had everything shipped to the house and did not tell me she was certain she was pregnant. By the time she told me on Christmas morning she already had a wardrobe in place).
That night we had dinner with the owner and his executive assistant. Her name was Cordelia; she was a dark haired light bronzed Hispanic beauty with a nice smile and an even nicer figure. She had been at the dealership for just over nine months.
From the moment I looked at Cordelia I was thinking of that Bob Seeger song Night Moves: "With points of her own, sitting way up high, way up firm and high."
I had a lot of empathy and sympathy for the owner of the dealership; his wife had passed away after a long tough battle with cancer and his family, while personally close, was geographically dispersed. He wanted to sell his business in the Northwest and move to a warmer clime, and be closer to his sons and daughters.
Catherine hit it off with both of them quite well; she had that kind of friendly, engaging personality and everyone she met was her friend.
Cordelia wasn't exactly reserved but she knew her place at the table and acted accordingly. She stood just over five feet with a slender body type but her breasts were larger than you would expect on a woman this petite. Her ass was slender and she had nice legs and thin ankles. She was nicely dressed in what is known as a little black dress. I guessed her age at 28 but later found out she was just 25.
I sensed that Cordelia was more than this guy's executive assistant. I wasn't judging; the guy was probably lonely and needed companionship. I picked up that they had been on some business trips together and maybe it wasn't only business that was being conducted on the road.
We had reached an initial agreement to proceed ahead and as a result, I was sending my due diligence team up to look at the books and the operations so we could make an offer.
The seller wanted to close before the end of December for tax reasons, which I fully understood. I had to scramble with the banks to line up funding, get the financials and other paperwork in for the loans and the timetable was tight.
Later that night, as she snuggled up to me in our hotel bed, Catherine and I discussed that our guests at dinner were probably having an affair and that Cordelia traveled with him to provide a warm bed and personal comfort. And, she was probably spending nights with him at his home.
Naked between the sheets that night, Catherine and I made out like teenagers and as we made love she teased me, asking me to pretend I was fucking Cordelia.
"You may not have noticed, but her eyes were on you like Lee Harvey Oswald on John F. Kennedy. She's interested in you lover. Seriously interested."
I brushed that comment off but Catherine persisted in her observations and her teasing, and as I was getting close, getting closer to explode into that oh so welcoming pussy of hers, she said to me, "How would you like to cum into that tight ass of hers? You have my permission Jack. I want you to fuck her Jack, and then tell me all about it. I want you to pretend I'm Cordelia Jack, come for me baby, give me your big load" and then, as if on cue, I shot my hot wad deep, so very deep into her.
She laughed and I laughed too. We held each other naked under the sheets and when I woke up my hard on was in her crack and my hands were holding her magnificent orbs.
As much as I wanted to fuck and come again, I didn't want to wake my wife.
I got out of bed at oh dark thirty (5:30am) and found my way to the hotel gym for my daily workout. When I finished, my gray shirt was wet with sweat, and I headed to the lobby to grab a cup of coffee and the newspapers to entertain myself while Catherine slept in.
I sat down at an empty table and quickly immersed myself in the sports pages.
My sweat dripped onto the newspaper.
I heard the unmistakable clicking of expensive high heels on the Italian marble floor of the hotel.
As the sound drew closer I looked up to see a very professionally dressed strawberry red haired beauty with a million dollar smile coming right at me. Early 30's. Maybe 35, tops. About 5' 8" in heels. The shoulder length hair was nicely done, her makeup was flawless; the dark blue business suit was tailored to fit her fantastic figure. I could see her breasts move slightly under a white silk blouse as she made her way across the lobby. Great legs. I estimated her shoes cost over a thousand dollars that included four inch fuck me heels.
This lady was dressed to sell.
Her green eyes were sparkling at me as our eyes connected.
There was an immediate ZAP; it was something I had only experienced once before, the first time I met my deceased wife.
Mario Puzo mentions it in the book The Godfather, when Michael Corleone, exiled to Sicily after killing a NYC cop and a hood in an Italian restaurant, meets young beautiful virgin Apollonia for the first time.
Puzo called it The Thunderbolt.
