Kit breathed heavily as her back arched. She had never been so inflamed. She was aware of her breasts swinging up and down as she brought her body up and down over Henry's cock. Her nipples were very visibly hard and as she pulled on one of them she brought herself even closer to another powerful orgasm.
"Oh God Henry, I'm going to come again!" "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"
Henry's own grunts were elevated as he grabbed Kit's hips and forced her down hard. He now had his full thickness and length in her and he let out a long groan as his own orgasm began.
"...four! Five! Six!" Kit counted six jets of semen slap deep into her from Henry's beautiful member. The feeling of his orgasm sealed it for her and she finally went over the edge. Her entire body collapsed down on him and she mashed her chest into his as their mouths found each other.
Kit explored Henry's mouth as she rocked her hips up and down a little more, milking the remaining fluid from his cock. "Does this thing ever soften?" she quipped. "Not if I can help it," Henry smiled in return.
Kit looked around her into the merger of her breakfast nook and kitchen and then out through the door to the patio where their dinner was now very cold and flames of the candles she had lit were reflecting in the water sweating off of the wine bucket Henry had prepared earlier. "Yes Henry, I think I'm going to like it here!"
Five months earlier.
"Two million dollars! Come now Katherine. That is an exorbitant amount!" Her father-in-law exclaimed. Jerry had the look of a man who had been gut punched. He clearly was negotiating for his life, but knew he wasn't holding any cards.
"Seriously Gerald!? Put yourself in my position. I am a member of the community; people know me and my work. This is embarrassing. Maybe if you had come to visit your husband at work and caught him! Caught him banging away at something other than his files. But you didn't! I did."
Kit was doing a nice job of keeping her emotions in check, and to tell you the truth she knew this whole fiasco was just about over. She had been the perfect trophy wife. Black hair and brown eyes accompanied her symmetrical face and what she proudly admitted was a really nice body of an athlete. Her lifestyle had improved a very nice physique that if anything had possessed breasts that were a little too large for her frame, but had made her very effective as a public asset for the company.
Her soon to be ex-husband never deserved her, but at twenty-two she had no idea about that. She had married the college baseball stud turned corporate executive. She had finished her doctorate in Literature in the early years of their marriage while doing all the requisite duties of a wealthy corporate wife. She had been the public face and well shaped body of the firm all over the country in fact and had helped her husband and father-in-law at a thousand fundraisers simply by showing a bit of tight skin and the sweetest smile that radiated from her entire body.
Now twenty-eight, she regretted she had ever met Karl. She regretted the six years lost to him. She regretted but now understood the childless marriage. She regretted that Saturday afternoon when she hoped she could surprise Karl at his office with a little afternoon delight only to find him pounding his intern from behind.
What she did not currently regret was that she had had the presence of mind to take a picture of her husband breaking their marriage vows and violating his intern.
What she did not currently regret was the fact that Karl's intern was a man. What she did not currently regret was that she had hired a private investigator to follow Karl to any number of liaisons with additional men and some women. What she did not regret was the stack of photos now in front of her father-in-law.
She felt bad for Gerry. He was a sweetheart of a man to her. His son had stolen the entire world from him. "Gerry, what I am proposing is this. I want a brand new life. I want to move back North. I want to teach. Karl and I get a quiet divorce on my terms, or we get a very public divorce on very different terms. This is the South, after all, and those photos don't help any of us. I didn't deserve what Karl did, and neither did you."
Gerry sighed and hung his head. He rose slowly from his ancient oak desk and walked around to her. He took her pen and signed the agreement. He embraced her very softly and warmly. "I am so very sorry Kit. You deserved better." He packed all of the photos away and sadly turned. He slumped into his chair again and turned to the window that overlooked one of most historic and beloved parks in all of Charleston. "Go have a good life. I will miss you my dear and our golf games. You are a truly rare beauty and you are the person my son should have been."
Kit blew him a kiss and turned and left, wiping away a small tear of her own. She had no relatives left in Boston anymore and needed to stay far away from the social circles of the South. She had her integrity, some publishing house contacts she had made in various fundraisers, her doctorate and two million dollars to fall back on when she applied for a job teaching literature at a small liberal arts college in the northwest. Although she had never before even visited the Northwest, she fell in love with the town and the mountains and the people.
She was counting on creating an entirely new life for herself. Real estate was not cheap in the town and she opted for a newer development on a golf course. She had three months left before her classes were due to start in the next term and although she had already started working and organizing for those classes and for publishing work of her own, she spent a great deal of time working on setting up her new home.
The developer, Ed, and she had designed a spacious sweeping ranch house that overlooked one of the fairways on the course. She spent a good deal of time picking out designs and materials that would keep the house in the high end of prices along the development. Ed was a kind man who always seemed to try to offer her the lower end of materials, as if he was protecting her from spending too much. She never really let on about how much money she had, but told him she would manage just fine. With this settled he finally acquiesced to her design for a backyard with a very tastefully designed pool and grotto combination that would require a great deal of talent from a real stone mason.
"To do this right, I think I'll need to subcontract this out to the Professor and his crew. The boys are more than a bit rough around the edges, but the Professor keeps them under control." Ed explained that Henry James was the best man for the job and although nicknamed the Professor, was really a colorful individual quite gifted with the ability to manipulate all sorts of outdoor projects.
"I'm a good old builder," Ed explained, but that boy is a plain rock whisperer. "He is the one you'll want for the pool and backyard design. I'll send him by tomorrow."
