I was sat in my office when, MJ appeared at my door. "Got a minute?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure."
She came in and closed the door. "I called the solicitors and spoke to a very nice woman; she wants to see me in person. There are details that they can only discuss face to face, and there are quite a few personal items to hand over that they wouldn't want to ship. So, I made an appointment for a few weeks time."
"That's a pain; it's a long way to go alone. I can go with you if you want. Share the driving and all that. It's a long day, probably 10 hours of driving."
She smiled, "Would you? That would be awesome. I'll owe you another one."
"No problem, babe. It will be nice to have a day off for a change."
"The meeting is at 11, so we'd have to set off early, Monday morning traffic and all that."
"We could go the night before and stay overnight; I'll drop you off at the meeting. Can't see it lasting that long, then we can drive home afterwards."
She smiled, "What about our no overnight sleepover rule?"
"Exceptional circumstances. Did you not read the contract?" I joked.
She sat there in thought for a moment, "I enjoyed last night, just being with you, lying on you on the sofa, then going to sleep with you. I've missed that."
I reached over the desk and held her hand, "I've missed it too, babe; I was thinking about that this morning."
She smiled, "I'm meeting the coach tonight, so I'll let you know how we get on."
"Are you going to fuck him?" I joked, "he seems to have a reputation."
"No, my pussy and ass are just yours."
"You know we're just fuck buddies; you can be with other men if you want. I'm not exactly a one-woman guy at the moment."
"I know, but I'm happy with just being with you. I don't want the hassle of being with someone else now. I'm just the madame that arranges which woman you fuck next," she laughed as she left my office.
MJ called me that night. "I met the coach; what a hunky guy he is; no wonder women want to have sex with him."
"Were you tempted?"
"Almost," she chuckled, "anyway, he had managed to talk to a few of the other women, and they are interested but want to know more, so I've got their details and will contact them."
"Wow, ok, how many?"
"Three, plus Sharon. I only have their names: Cathy, Rosanne and Olivia. All married. Olivia is a recent one, very hot, nice big tits and young; she's 26 and has only been teaching for 4 years. I'll speak to Sharon and get some info on them, maybe some photos so you can see them first."
"Ok, that sounds interesting. Send them over when you have them."
"He's also interested in being part of the club. Does that bother you?"
"No, not at all. If there are four more potentially joining, I might need a hand," I laughed.
"Maybe. Louise is keen to see you again. You made an impression on her. Don't forget Anna on Friday."
"Yes, I'm looking forward to that."
"Tina wants you again; she said today that she wished she could get away from home more often."
"I like being with her too. I like all of you," I laughed.
"Do you have a favourite," she chuckled.
"Yes, but for all different reasons. Each of you is different, and I like being with you all for those reasons. You're still my number one, though, you know that."
"Good answer," she laughed.
On Friday night, I went to Anna's again. She was dressed in a lovely dress and strappy wedged shoes. I could smell the food cooking as I entered. We hugged in the lounge and kissed, "Thanks for coming over," she said, moving away from me, "I need to get to the kitchen," she said, running off back into the kitchen. I could see through her thin summer dress; her long, shapely legs silhouette was unmistakable. I walked in and saw that lots was going on.
"Wow, who else is coming?" I laughed, "looking at the various pans on the stove and things in the oven.
"Just us. A nice meal has many courses and stages. I trained as a chef, remember? But the money was poor, and the hours were long, so I changed my career. I enjoy cooking, but it's just a hobby now."
We ate the meal, and it was delicious. It was one of the best home-cooked meals I'd had in a long time, if not ever.
"Well, Anna, you can cook me a meal anytime. That was fantastic," I said.
"Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. I'm stuffed and shattered now. Let's go and relax."
"Should we not clear up first?" I asked.
"No, I'll do it later."
"I'll help. It'll take less time."
"No, you're my guest. Let's go and relax on the sofa."
I sat on the sofa, and she brought us some drinks and sat next to me. I reached for her hand and held it, her fingers quickly entwining with mine as we watched the TV and chatted about our week.
"Would you mind giving me another foot massage?" she smiled.
"Of course," I said, keen to be touching her sexy body again. She reached down to her shoes and started to undo them, "Can I?" I asked. She looked at me and smiled, moving the end of the sofa and placing her feet on my lap, giving me a swift glance of her legs up her dress. I unfastened her shoes and dropped them onto the floor, seeing the marks the straps had made on her feet.
I rubbed her feet and ankles for an hour or so, wondering how far she would go tonight. After a while, she got some more drinks and sat beside me, "Want to kiss?" she asked.
I didn't answer but took her cheek in my hand and drew her close, we kissed softly for a while, and she moved my hand to her boobs; she moaned softly as I closed around her tit, feeling her softness and firmness.