I'm sure the current economic climate finds many people here tightening their belts. Let me tell you a story of a belt coming off, so to speak.
My name is Randy Jessup. My wife Sienna and I are young twenty-some things trying to climb the ladder of success. Like many others, we overextended ourselves and bought more house than we could afford. As we began to fall behind on mortgage payments, I reached out to my estranged father Paul for a loan. How I would come to rue that decision!
Dad left us when I was young,and despite his wealth and prominence in town, rarely saw or supported us kids. Mom raised us as best she could, and I got a scholarship to study business in Spain for a year when I was twenty. That's where I met Sienna.
Sienna is an olive skinned beauty, with coal dark eyes, slinky black hair down to her ass, and the body of a porn star. Yet, charmingly, Sienna was a quiet village girl who had never had a boyfriend when I met her. With her father's blessing, I married her and brought her back to the States.
Word got around town quickly about this exotic beauty seen shopping and jogging about. Soon the mailman, the gas man, the lawn boy,- you name it began stumbling over themselves to visit our place daily. Sienna seemed blissfully unaware of the commotion she was causing, but I had to put my foot down when I caught her swimming naked in the pool in the middle of the afternoon.
Anyway, Dad soon caught wind of my treasure, and suddenly he started showing up a lot for cookouts and cocktails. I was still very bitter towards him, but I swallowed my pride when it came time to borrow 3 months' mortgage money.
As you can guess, I was slow to repay Dad, and he showed up yesterday in a fit of anger.
"Hey, Deadbeat," he bellowed,and as he got out of his fancy Jag his Rolex and pinky ring glimmered in the midday sun. "Where's my fucking money?"
"Dad--I'm trying to come up with it." My response was weak.
Dad strode past me into the house. Sienna came in from the back yard to see what the commotion was about.
"Christ." Dad whistled slowly through his teeth. Sienna, not expecting company, was wearing a canary yellow micro-bikini which contrasted dramatically with her deep brown skin. To make matters worse, Sienna was slathered in suntan oil.
Even her bikini top was soaked through with oil, rendering her large brown areolas visible, with fat nipple tips puckering the thin material.
I followed Dad's eyes downward. The skimpy bikini bottoms had been tied at the hip in a rush, pulled up tight to show two fat pussy lips. A thin line of oil dripped from Sienna's navel down into her shaved pussy, dampening the bottoms into a sodden peep show as well.
"Daddy! What is wrong?" Sienna said in her cute accent, and the voice and vision combined as one to harden father and son.
Dad lowered his voice a bit. "Your husband borrowed a lot of money from me, and I'm here to collect payment!"
"Randy, how could you? You said you were paying Daddy back!" Sienna glowered at me.
Something came over her all of a sudden. In spite of being nearly naked, Sienna directed Dad to a nearby recliner and sat down on his lap.
"Go to the bank and get some money - whatever you can. I will calm Daddy down!" Sienna wiggled in Dad's lap, and with a speechless expression on his face, he naturally reached up and grasped her waist.
"Go on, vanadous!" Sienna waved me away dismissive ly, and I backed out of the front door.
My heart pounding, I started the car and backed out of the driveway. After turning the corner, I parked and jumped out. I wasn't going to miss this-this- whatever was going to happen!
I snuck back into the house from the still open backyard sliding door.
Sitting in the shadows, Sienna was whispering a story to Dad. A story about an innocent village girl and a debt owed. As she began, she gently pulled her tits out of their wet cups and put Dad's hand on her breasts.
