"Darling, Darling wake up." Sara said in a pleading tone.
We were in bed, and I was in my favorite position spooning my wife. My hard cock nestled between her fabulous round muscular cheeks. I was roused from sleep with her attempt wake me. I really wanted her to rotate so I could put my cock in her beautiful pussy. Something in the tone she was using meant that she didn't want sex. She finally turned facing me, her hand grasping my cock keeping me at bay.
"Soon Paul Soon."
She brought her mouth close to mine and we kissed. I kissed her again and my hands massaged her breasts.
"Paul," there was a pause "Do you have one hundred thousand dollars that you are not using?"
This was a strange question to be asking me at 5:00am when all I wanted to do was play with my wife. I brought her lips to mine and we kissed again. This time she sucked my tongue into her mouth and would not let it go. I felt her direct my cock into her cunt and I gained the top position. She gave me my tongue back and said that we needed to talk. I couldn't think of a better place to talk than lying on top of my wife with my cock firmly ensconced in her lovely pussy.
"Sara what do you want, you have never asked me for any money before?"
"Make love now we will talk money later," she said and started to move her hips causing me to start moving my cock in and out or her cunt. Sara was like that she would start a conversation and then drop it. Our lips met in a kiss and all thoughts of money vanished. With one jerk I felt my cock release and we rested. I was wondering when Mrs. Kelly or William would be up knocking on the door, telling us that breakfast was ready.
Sara went down on my cock with her mouth and I was soon hard enough to fuck her again. She came back up and we kissed as I speared her. This time Sara was on top and she had me right where she wanted me.
"Sara the magic knock will be coming soon," I said as she started to jog up and down my cock.
"Paul, William is away for the weekend, and we gave Mrs. Kelly the day off so no knock magic or otherwise this morning," said Sara as she continued to jog up and down on my cock.
Sara was having too much fun working my tool over, but I finally went off and she collapsed on top of me. Our mouths met in a kiss and we drifted off to a short nap. I felt Sara kiss me several times when I revived. Her hand was on my cock which also got my attention. I looked at the clock on my bed table and was amazed that it was 8:00. Still I wanted to make love to Sara if she would have me. Sara threaded the needle and we were again making love. I went off and we both relaxed. Sara untangled herself from me and stood at the side of the bed. She was completely naked, her breasts standing proud of her chest and her finely coifed black pussy had my cock showing signs of life again.
"Paul get dressed and take me to breakfast and I will tell you my idea."
We were in the tower suite as the master bedroom wing was finally under construction. I also thanked my lucky stars that "Build It Productions" found another project to feature for their TV Show. Sara didn't seem to care either way but that was one complication that we didn't have to deal with. I remembered that we had our weekly meeting with the contractor and Architect this morning at 11:00.
Sara moved to the suite's bathroom and I went down to my office and dressed there. I went down and pulled my car out of the garage and went around and waited for Sara to come down. She arrived and took the front passenger seat. I closed the door and moved to the driving position. Sara leaned over and kissed me as I got in.
"Darling you are being very nice this morning," said Sara.
"It's Saturday and I am taking my wife out what could be better," I replied.
I pulled into a non-descript strip center and parked in front of a hole in the wall breakfast place. I happened to frequent the "Morning Rise" when Sara was away and before we had Mrs. Kelly cooking for us. The restaurant had twelve tables and a long counter. A man stood at the cooktop behind the counter. His motions were like a ballet as he took and delivered orders. There was carpet on the floor which seemed strange, but it was kept clean. Sara and I took a table next to the wall and waited for a waitress to give us menus and silverware. This was a place with regulars that filled the counter and tables.
Sara fished out a set of sheets from her purse/tote bag and handed them to me. I looked over the pages and read some things and scanned others. We were interrupted when the waitress stopped by and dropped two glasses of ice water placemat menus and flatware on the table. "I'll come back later," she said and hurried off.
"Do you think this place has any Champagne?" asked Sara.
I gave her the "Are you kidding," look at the question.
"You have written a business plan for a VC fund, and you want me to invest?"
"Yes, Darling. That is if you have a spare 100K burning a hole in your pocket."
That was a big ask even for Sara whose family could drop amounts like that without blinking. I started to wonder what would happen if I declined the offer. I hoped that it would not affect our marriage.
"How disappointed would you be if I declined, Sara."
"I would pout for about two months and make your life miserable because I know your finances," she said with a smile.
"So, sex would dry up?"
"Oh yes sir, I think parched like the Sahara, would be a good description," she said again with a smile.
"Can I think about it?" I asked.
"Take your time but I need an answer in three weeks."
One of the reasons that our relationship flourished is that we did not discuss money accept as it concerned the house. Now I enjoyed the fact that I was married to one of the richest women in the world, but I would not to ask her for any support. I think that she appreciated that we kept money out of our relationship.
"Paul are you thinking about what we will do when we get home?"
"The thought of taking a swim naked has crossed my mind."
"Was I included in that thought, Paul?"
"Always," was my reply.
"Nice to know that you think about me," said Sara.
"Sara, stop right now. I love you and the sad sack act that you just pulled is out of character," I said echoing something that she told me a few weeks ago.
The waitress returned and took our orders interrupting our conversation.
"Truce, darling, I love you and please remember that," said Sara.
There were things that I wanted to say to her, but I was going to wait until we got back in the car. Our meal arrived and we started to eat.
"This is good, but it would be so much better with Champagne, Paul," said Sara with a smile.
I started to laugh and picked up her free hand and kissed it. I mouthed the words "I love you."
I remembered the meeting this morning, so thoughts of naked swimming were gone. We finished and I dropped a wad of cash enough to cover the check and tip and we left holding hands which is something that we didn't do often. I held the car door for Sara and then I took the driving position.
"I was wondering did we have a small fight in there?" I asked as I merged into traffic.
"Well you get a little touchy when we start to discuss money, but I would not say we had a fight," she said.
She was right. I was nervous about wagering almost a fifth of my assets on her scheme. Now in my three-year relationship with Sara I never saw anything that would give me heartburn. Still it was a big ask on her part.
"So, Paul would a woman focused VC fund work?"
"I guess that we will have to see, are there any others working now?" I asked.
"I've heard of a few which is where I got the idea from. Daddy is promising six hundred. But everyone I talk to says that I need at least 2 to 2.5 to make it work."
I knew that that meant six hundred K, that I think Mr. Solsbery could find in his couch cushions. Raising two to two and a half million was a big ask, but if anyone could do it Sara, could.
I saw that there were several pickup trucks parked on the street indicating that construction was going on as I pulled into our driveway. I stopped just before I parked in the garage and Sara got out and walked into the pool area. There were two people sitting at one of the tables. Ms. Georgina Bell our architect and Mr. Darling the general contractor. Sara arrived first and I finally sat down after I parked the car.
We went over the progress and I asked Ms. Bell if she was satisfied with the work. I depended on her to make sure that the job was being built to specs. Not that I didn't trust Mr. Darling but there were a lot of times that he was away. There were a few architects, contractor squabbles, but the job was being well run.
"Now the ugly part of the meeting. The Neighborhood Architectural Control Committee has turned down our proposal for the changes to the main entry. They say that our changes are not in keeping with the design of the building or the neighborhood," reported Ms. Bell.
"The entrance is dull and uninviting and must be changed. Is there someone we can appeal to? Short of going to court?" asked Sara.