"Thank God it wasn't a heart attack," Mom said as she greeted us.
Sue and I had rushed to the hospital, breaking every speed limit and barreling through red lights when we could, as soon as Mom had called.
"What do you, mean, Mom?" I asked. Not that I had wanted it to be heart attack, but we had just broken every traffic law to get here and now we found out it was...
"Indigestion," Mom said. "Can you believe it? He was out with clients and began to feel faint and his chest hurt. Turned out his chest was sore from working out the day before and had a mild spasm and the food upset his stomach and together..."
"He thought he was having a heart attack," Sue said.
"Actually, his clients did. Dad still thinks he's indestructible but they didn't want to take any chances."
What a relief. I had really been surprised when Mom initially called from the hospital. Dad wasn't just in good shape for his age, he was in good shape period. He worked out nearly every day and when mom and dad were by the pool, mom's friends nearly drooled over his still muscular, athletic frame with tight abs and veiny, muscular arms. Dad was one of those guys who would be in good shape for life—it made him happy to stay that way.
When we took him out of hospital he was slightly amused and a little more than annoyed to have to be wheeled out in wheelchair. He took the rest of the day off to take it easy and milk it by having us do everything around the house for him and by Monday he was back to his schedule without missing a beat.
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Ben Foster had been quite the lady's man as a college and law student. And he'd enjoyed sex. Enjoyed it quite a bit. He'd been with older women, younger women...enough to be an experienced lover.
But when he met Lynn those other women melted from his mind. She was incredibly lovely; tall and statuesque, and he felt immense pride having her on his arm. She was a nice person as well, had a great smile and laugh, and combined with her looks, she was just the combination he thought would make him happy for life.
There sex life, somehow though, never quite got off the ground. She was willing if inexperienced; certainly never adventurous. The young Ben Foster thought this would change with time and like every father and aspiring career man, got lost in the joys and challenges of bringing up and taking care of his young family.
But the sex between him and mom never did quite get off the ground. Considering the cock-pleasing sex whore—and I say this with the greatest respect—that mom had become, it must have been a chemistry thing. Sexual chemistry with a relationship is either there or it's not. With mom and dad it never truly was.
The same cannot be said for dad and his former secretary, Adrianna. What started out as simple flirting became a much deeper mutual attraction, and many of dad's late nights were pleasantly spent with Adrianna, who never seemed to mind working late and would do anything for her appreciative boss. Anything.
Adrianna was not a small girl, but everything about her was sexy. Large, perfectly shaped breasts, strong muscular calves, long, shiny dark brown hair that she sometimes wore in a ponytail but most often up in some sort of bun arrangement. Her smile was captivating and her laugh—hearty and genuine—betrayed a girl who liked to have a good time.
More than once Ben had caught Adrianna's furtive glances at him—held just a little longer than a casual look. She wanted him and knew it. The smell of her lust was unmistakable; even the tone of her voice was different when speaking to him. And her grey-blue eyes betrayed anything but business, though her demeanor to anyone else in the office was strictly professional.
She guarded Ben Foster's business life like a pit bull. Her loyalty to him, his career and success, was respected. Other partners at the firm were certainly jealous of Ben. Lovely wife at home, smart, loyal secretary at work who was clearly there to serve him. Yes, to serve...
Ben had just finished with a long, exhausting case that the firm had won, but not without the usual sacrifice of late nights searching the law library for precedents and loopholes. He and Adrianna were alone in the office on a Saturday, which was not unusual when the paperwork of a case had to be complete and out the door.
Ben was in the office before her, wearing jeans and a polo shirt. He heard Adrianna come into the office and put her bag down. Turning to say good morning, his eyes had to take a moment to take in what he was seeing. Adrianna was wearing a tight T-shirt that accentuated her full breasts, a tan skirt with high heels that accentuated those shapely calves and...some sort of leather necklace that looked more like a choke collar. Her long hair was down and he'd never quite noticed how silky and beautiful it was. How did he miss that? What else was different, he wondered. Oh yes, she wasn't wearing glasses, and her large eyes were simply beautiful and remarkably expressive.
They awkwardly maneuvered around each other until dusk, when the work was essentially complete and they were both spent from the previous weeks of intense effort.
"What a week, huh?" Ben said, settling into his office chair, Adrianna on the other side of the desk.
"Seriously," Adrianna said, "like a roller coaster—a long one—but we're at the end of the ride at last."
"We should at least celebrate with a drink, do you think?" he asked.
"That would be awesome," she replied, opening his liquor cabinet and pouring them each a double shot of Jameson's. Ben had loved the taste and sensation of Jameson whisky since his law school days.
"Mmmm," Ben said at his first sip. "Love that."
"There's practically nothing I'd rather taste going down my throat," Adrianna replied, tasting the strong flavor."
They sat in silence for a moment, looking at each other and drinking their shots. After a few minutes the whisky began to take effect.
"Practically nothing?" Ben said, taking the bait.
It was time.
"Practically." She confirmed.
"What else would you like going down your throat tonight, Adrianna?" Ben said. He knew he was being bold, but the way he said it actually sounded playful; challenging.
The weeks spent working in synch had apparently broken down some unspoken barriers between them. "Anything you want" she said softly but purposely. She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Thoughts rushed into her head.
The months she'd spent watching domination videos and masturbating herself over and over until she fell asleep. The lingerie she'd bought for the right person to see and appreciate...the right person who never materialized. The scenarios she'd dreamed up in her head but that had only led to frustration without the right person to share them with. This was her opportunity to make her fantasies come true...she hoped.
