Isabelle lay back as the morning sun filled the bedroom, looking up as she thought about her day. Where were the prismatic effects on the ceiling coming from? She looked over at the figurines on the window sill identifying which ones were creating the light show. 'I remember picking those up when we were in Saville,' she thought.
Today was going to be a good one. First, she'd go to the club for her one-on-one session with Don. She was sure the man must play with himself before pulling on his lycra shorts and he always sported a fat rod when greeting her. For two years they'd flirted and teased, never acting on what was obviously between them, though she was sure he had to make a move on her soon. He was getting more hands-on and less subtle, she mused.
Then lunch with Caroline, Ester, and Violet at the Maison de Lac. They called themselves the Tetra-Trophy wives...which was more accurate than funny.
Caroline was the most beautiful redhead she'd ever seen. Tall, clear skin with glowing hair down to her buttocks. She made up for her tiny perky breasts with an ass she'd kill for.
Ester was stately rather than beautiful but in a Classical Greek sense. She was even taller than Caroline with high, jutting breasts, a narrow waist, wide hips, a large but not plump ass, and long slender legs. Her husband met her in college when she posed for a life drawing class. He'd thought she looked just like the Venus De Milo...with arms, of course.
Violet was the funniest of the foursome, with a bawdy wit that matched her pixieish features. Barely 5' tall with plump breasts on a tiny frame, she always found a way to show as much as possible whenever the four couples got together. Either she bought budget swim tops or intentionally had wardrobe malfunctions that never seem to upset her...or any of the other husbands. Edward was constantly scolding her for allowing everyone to see her tits, but she giggled it off every time.
Then the high point of the day, shopping. The four of them were given carte blanche to find pretty things to replace the donations they all were making from their collection of shiny things they'd acquired. It was always a rush not being told there were limits to what they could spend as it was for a good cause.
Tonight was the annual fundraiser for the Disadvantaged Youth Education Fund. They'd raised millions over the years allowing boys and young men to rise from their near-poverty conditions to get degrees and potentially solid livings. Every year the women volunteered to donate their less-worn jewelry to be auctioned off. Many of the wealthier families from dozens of states came in on their private jets, and fancy cars to buy pretty baubles for their wives and mistresses.
Isabelle's planning was interrupted as Walter moaned loudly. He must be getting close so she stroked his ass and purred, "Oh, God. Your cock is so huge...fuck me, fill me with your seed," she encouraged the man. It was the least she could do since he wanted to make love more than once a week, but she'd insisted that Saturday mornings were all that she needed.
Walter felt a surge of pride hearing his wife's normally cool and composed voice sound breathless with excitement. Maybe this morning she'd let him...maybe she was going to let go. "Damn! You are so hot," he panted. He never got tired of looking at her huge tits flopping around on her chest as he slammed his aching cock into her wet pussy...now that she let him see her. At first, she'd kept her top on and insisted the lights be off, but lately, she'd opened up more...but just once, just one time he'd like to try screwing her from behind.
"That's it baby, cum inside me...I'm off the pill like you wanted," the blonde stroked her husband's flexing ass.
"I will, but can you do me the favor of letting me do you from behind?" he begged. "I love your ass...I want to see your ass as I, um, fuck you," he said feeling the rising ache in his balls.
Isabelle stopped stroking her husband's cheeks and pushed him off. "Ok. That's it. I'm not some whore you can...fuck. Did you tell me you want to fuck me? I think you need to visit one of your stores across the tracks and maybe one of those cute sluts will bend over for you," she said as she rolled angrily off the bed.
The man flopped back on the bed as he watched his wife stride naked into the bathroom, his eyes were glued to her flexing ass as she disappeared behind the door. Did she know he visited his stores where more than one of the cute salesgirls wanted to fuck him? No way. He was always discrete. Plus, it was good for the morale in the stores. They were all so grateful as they looked around the suites he'd taken them to after a meal that cost as much as a month's groceries. They returned to work full of energy, full stomachs, and full cunts.
He stroked his cock rapidly remembering the cute young blonde who eagerly sucked his cock which never happened in this house. He fantasized Isabelle was taking his cock in her mouth...then her ass, oh God yessss, then her mouth again.
The blonde wife listened angrily as the rustling of the bed got more rapid. She wondered what filth the man was thinking about to get his release. Just as she turned on the shower, she heard the quick groan as he came, spewing those few pathetic dribbles. Locking the door so he wouldn't join her, she then stepped under the steamy water, her thoughts returning to the stores they'd be visiting.
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"Are you ready?" Walter looked at the bedroom door. All the coldness from this morning was gone and Isabelle was back to her happy, perky self. He also felt much better after taking a young girl to lunch followed by a couple of hours at the Cambridge. He entered the store hearing someone singing Happy Birthday. He saw a perfectly shaped blonde girl blushing as her co-workers serenaded her. It was only right he'd take her out for her birthday, especially her 18th birthday. She'd never had champagne before which wasn't the only new experience for her. He loved that she was a virgin, though she acted like a seasoned whore letting him take her mouth, pussy, and ass without hesitation. Even though he was rough, venting his anger and frustration on the girl's various holes, she just squealed delightedly...and came repeatedly. She was a keeper and when he'd dropped her off she kissed him passionately telling him she had a twin sister...a virgin twin sister.
'If only Isabelle were even partially as eager for sex as this girl,' he thought, 'but at least she looks good on my arm, even if she is frigid,' he sighed. Next Wednesday he'd tell Jerry the manager that he'd be taking Lexi to look at how things are done at the other stores and not to expect her back after lunch. With Isabelle going over to her mother's...
The thoughts of meeting the two girls next Wednesday were interrupted as the door opened. "Oh, wow!" the man said approvingly. "You look...I mean, wow!"
Isabelle blushed. She'd gotten over her anger and felt bad for her husband as the day wore on. When she told her friends how Edward rudely wanted her to act the whore, they'd all nodded but told her sometimes she just needed to grit her teeth and accept the fact that all men were dogs. And that means, well, she got it...doggy-style. After picking out a few nice, and expensive pieces with lots of carats, she'd seen the dress in the window. Slinky, sexy, the front open down to...well she'd have to do some trimming, she'd hesitated. The three girls saw what she was looking at and before she knew it, she'd arranged to have the red silk garment delivered. Tonight she was going to bend over and let her husband take her from behind.
"What do you think?" Too much?" she asked. "You always say I dress too conservatively and thought maybe tonight I'd let my hair down."
Even after jerking off this morning and cumming twice in the cute teenager, the man's cock throbbed looking at his wife's barely concealed body. Her huge breasts were just half-covered with hints of her pale pink areolas peeking out. Her nipples proudly poked though and the shape of her breasts was evident. He looked down at the bottom of the open vee and wondered if she'd shaved. This morning her blonde landing strip was higher.
"Turn around. You look beautiful," he sighed. As she turned he whistled to see the back was the same, revealing her entire spine down to her ass-crack. "I'm surprised," he said, "but glad, I've been trying to get you to loosen up and...well, wow!" He stroked her ass hoping she wouldn't bat his hand away but she surprisingly pushed her butt against his hand.
"I know, I couldn't wear anything under this." She wiggled her ass, "I might have been rash this morning so if you're still up for it..." she turned and kissed the man. "Just this once, but you're a great husband and you deserve it."
Edward's cock was beginning to tent the pants of his tux wondering whether she meant he could fuck her from behind or...pray to God! Anal. "Damn! Maybe we should stay home...you know, the weather and all that."
Isabelle laughed, "I know. I saw on the weather report it might get down to 72 degrees with clear skies. We'll need moonscreen or we might get moonburns," she giggled.
