Disclaimer all parties are age of consent. This is a work of fiction.
Part 1- Promising starts
Nothing came easier to Marcus than getting a new client. Since 2009, he had managed to take advantage of the housing bubble burst and carved out a moderately successful financial firm. The last year had its ups and downs, but Marcus couldn't complain, there were always clients to help, and funds to invest and as an up and coming hotshot, he was clearly starting to make a name for himself in the business.
There are always certain clients that an advisor would stab a colleague over. These were usually the nuveau riche that liked to flash everything they had for a good spell and blowing everything faster than could be replenished. If ever a person needed an advisor, these were the ones to get. Charles Cavitte was different. Old Charlie was a dream client. Intelligent, resourceful, and he understood the value of an advisor. Marcus was constantly ear to the ground for Charlie. Word was, Charlie was looking for a new advisor after Johnson retired. Sure, he came by often, and they would chat about the current market, or family. Marcus was hungry for Charlie's business. Caroline, Marcus's wife, grew up with Charlie's family, and was like a second daughter. Though Marcus never got to meet all of Charlie's family, he knew the old man had a large one. Six children, all in all. It was comically considered their Louisiana plantation tradition, an endearment made due to Charlie's family connection to slavery in the 1800's where they spent more time expanding their family than actually working slaves producing cotton. An admitted creole Octaroon, Charlie had the caramel skin, wide grin, and hazel eyes. From Caroline's description, they all had the trademark smooth dark skin and almost ageless beauty.
She was very fond of them, but Marcus would never ask her to procure their business for himself. Caroline, with her dark blonde hair, dark blue eyes and pale skin, was a direct contrast to Marcus and his espresso skin. No one would ever see the Cajun in her, but they sure saw the Haitian in him. They were a striking couple, together since they were in school, Marcus knew every part of her, and deeply appreciated her body that she was somehow always self-conscious to show off. Just thinking about her round breasts in that thin t-shirt started to get him hard.
As Caroline entered the office, Marcus caught sight of one of the most striking women he had ever had the pleasure of viewing. Cappuccino skin, golden green hazel eyes, flowing curls, delicate chin, full lips. Upon seeing her, a small sound came out of his mouth. Was it a gasp? A grunt? If they heard it, no one let on.
"Marcus, Charlie's daughter, Jasmine is in town from London for the week. I asked her to stay with us, dear. Do you mind?" Caroline pleaded.
Pretending to contemplate the idea, Marcus put the tip of his index finger to his temple. "Well baby, of course. I've never met your good friend before. Jasmine, a pleasure to meet you. What brings you to Baton Rouge?"
"I'm handling some family business and will be moving here sometime in the near future. Thank you so very much for having me here, darlin. I will do my very best not to impose, it's just so nice to get to spend time with Caroline, we have...so much... to catch up on"
Jasmine's voice was light and had that characteristic creole twang to it. It made Marcus's blood turn hot hearing the honey flow from her lips. The way Jasmine looked at Caroline, anyone could see the love these two had for one another. It made Marcus feel twinges of guilt for his body's response to Jasmine's arrival, and jealous for the friendship Caroline kept hidden for so long. This would prove problematic for the fidelity of his union with Caroline.
Caroline saw the bulge forming in Marcus's pants and honestly couldn't blame him. Jasmine was definitely from another planet with her looks and intelligence. She admired her friend very much and had always been fond of her power over the opposite sex. As for Marcus? She trusted her husband with everything she had.
" Ok we need to go, see you later tonight, hunny" Giving him a quick peck on the cheek and a subtle tap on his new tent, she headed out.
Jasmine looked down at what Caroline tapped and nodded her head in approval before she turned around and left home with her best friend.
Marcus kissed his wife goodbye and got back to work. There were a couple of new clients who needed annuities and one needed a college account. The proposals were already waiting to bind and deliver. Packing up the day's work, Marcus noticed on the floor there was a ring he had never seen before. Golden triangles with diamonds. 'That must have been from Caroline', he thought to himself, picking up the ring and putting it in his pocket.
The drive home was peaceful. Baton Rouge was known for its beautiful weeping willows, cyprus, and bayous. All his life, this was home. Spicy foods and eclectic music, there was always a plethora of color to be seen and culture to be experienced. There was no other place like it in the world. Marcus pulled into the driveway and got out his case.
" There's something missing in here, where's my client list?!!" He exclaimed.
The list contained some of his highest grossing clients, with emails and phone numbers attached. If someone got that information, his credibility could be destroyed in an instant.
"Fuck Damn Shit, now what?!!" "Calm down Marcus, you left it on your desk, more than likely".
The words he spoke to himself provided little comfort as he walked into the house.
Caroline was in the living room talking to Jasmine.
"Uh Uh, Hi?"
Both ladies stopped talking for a moment to acknowledge Marcus' presence. There was nothing about this new inhabitant's looks that you could call imperfect. She smelled like vanilla and tuberose, silky skin. It was hard for Marcus to contain his composure around Jasmine.
Caroline probably knew he was uncomfortable and gratefully gave him a reason to get out of that room fast.
"Oh hunny I left the spare pillows and blankets in the storage closet, would you be a dear and grab them for me?" Caroline asked.
When he returned, Jasmine was already getting ready for bed in the guest room. Marcus had made sure to stay as far away as he could from this new guest until he could control what it was that made him so enamored with her.
Caroline headed upstairs to the shower and Marcus followed with his hand at the small of her back. She barely made it through the door before he started to remove her clothes with unusual force. This was a surprise! What was this? Marcus didn't sound the same. She raised a brow, as if to question his lascivious motivations.
"Bab-mmm!"
His lips slammed down on hers, sticking his tongue deep, while his hands undid the cage around her beautiful, erect mounds. Moving his hand slowly over her nipple, he could feel her body getting hot. Removing her skirt was easy, she didn't even slow him down. This was unlike him, and he knew he was being rougher than he should be with Caroline, but he wasn't seeing Caroline anymore.
"Ouch baby, what's the rush?" she cried.
His eyes only saw that temptress Jasmine. He forced himself to slow down his urgency. Already naked himself, he reached over and turned the shower on, then he reached down to his wife's panties and ripped them down quickly. Marcus picked her up and just barely missed slamming her in the shower against the tile. God she was driving him insane with the whimpers of surprise and delight, or was that fear?
The water trickled down her face, leaving rivers down to her breasts. She was more beautiful than he ever could have imagined. Taking one breast into his mouth, while fondling her other, her moans were getting longer, breathing shallow as her hands started to push him away.
" No, wait baby"
Marcus wasn't going to allow Jasmine to control his desires. Taking both of her hands and holding them above her with his other hand free, he began to kiss her lips while she tried to protest. He used his knees to force her legs apart while one hand moved down to her quivering pussy. Letting his hand lay over her sex, he could feel the heat and wet through the running water, small hairs poking with goosebumps from his touch. So soft, swollen, beautiful. His finger went inside so smoothly with how wet she was, almost dripping. Marcus felt somewhat guilty for visualizing his own wife as Jasmine and almost stopped there. But wow, keeping it together for this was going to be harder than he thought. His dick was starting to hurt with how hard it was. In, out, around, his fingers found her clit, pushing down and rubbing her while the water flowed down her ass. Marcus finally released her hands and she instinctively wrapped them around his neck, delirious from her own arousal, she used his neck and shoulders for support. His other hand slipped around her ass and down to her hole. Circling with his fingers and light pressure, he slowly slid it inside her. Caroline had never felt that sensation before and startled with a gasp. Her nails started to dig into his shoulder blades. Her eyes met his with wonder and pleading. She needed him now. He could smell how aroused she was, never one to disappoint. God he loved her so much in her wanton glory. Her hips started to move into his hands, back arching into him.
"Please baby give me that cock I'm begging you."
It was all he needed to hear, lifting her with both hands against the wall, she spread her legs to wrap them around his hips, he entered her lifting her ass up into the air. Caroline was long gone, whoever this lusty beast was that appeared in her place was making the most arousing mews out of that perfect mouth. His legs started to tighten as hers wrapped around his waist tighter, head rolled back, breasts bare in full view as she shuddered and cried out as she came. Fuck. It was too much, he kept going, harder, faster, deeper, until he felt his climax into her soft, tight pussy. Spent from their wet tryst, Caroline put her head down on his chest, breathing heavily and fully satiated. She wasn't sure what came over Marcus, but this was definitely one for the books. She barely made it to the bed before she was completely listless in slumber. Marcus tucked her in and headed downstairs.
Chapter 2 -- Jasmine's proposition
Cleaned up and ready to tackle more accounts, this would be the perfect time to get a little extra work done, so he went downstairs to the study. For some reason, Marcus was still full of tension. His shower session didn't seem to quell this insatiable desire and that made him frustrated as hell. Speaking of frustration, where the hell was the list of clients he printed out earlier?
If only he could remember where in his office he put it. He had to find that list! A frenzied panic started to overcome him as he looked through each drawer, briefcase, and folder.
"Looking for something, sugar?"
Liquid sex and a southern twang came from the lips of that woman. Jasmine had the list!!!
"Jasmine, is it? May I have my list back, please?" Cautiously, Marcus moved in closer , hand outstretched.
"Tsk. Tsk. Mr. Fancy pants. Why, I wonder what daddy might say if his sweet replacement advisor were to be shown...incompetent?"
