ABW- Bankruptcy or Freedom? Part 1
Background
Laura and Torv are two driven individuals who have chosen to be part of the "in crowd" since they married ten years ago in downtown Houston. Each is tall, slender, blond, healthy and super fit from their tennis, long runs and gym sessions. One could easily call them part of the beautiful people set, with both being high maintenance. They never denied themselves of anything they wanted, rather than needed since they married. Having had no children, they focused on building a highly successful environmental consulting business specialising in property developments, resort construction and site remediation. That was until COVID came on the scene, with lockdowns, people isolation and recession around tourism generally.
The first year of COVID was a bit of a blessing in that it allowed them to catch up and complete design and basic earthworks on the major Projects they had contacts over. Big cash in period and excessive confidence including two sun-soaked and sex filled holidays at an adult only resort in Cancun.
The second year of COVID meant Torv had more time to plan, think and seek to meet his ambitions of a grand house in the appropriate compounds in upmarket Houston. He chose this time to spend up big on his once in a lifetime house, borrowing heavily on top of a large payout from Laura's mother and father wills post their death in a plane accident. What should have been a wakeup call ignored by the need to maintain appearances, status and the lifestyle. The year was capped off by an adult only swinging cruise around the Caribbean with a group of their employees and contractors.
The third year of COVID was the ultimate in disasters for Torv and Laura, with major costs overruns, delayed construction of the mansion and like everyone else involved in Texas, serious drop offs in new contract work bringing in the previous big money. The reality of the new world causes pain and stress to set in big time, with holidays both impossible and undesirable.
Their lifestyle had not abated significantly so their credit cards were maxed out, their mansion was able to be occupied but it still required maybe $50,000 to $100,000 to complete to the superior presentation level both expected. Laura had expensive tastes. Their mortgages with the banks were overdrawn and at least two months late on their monthlies on their debts including their leases over their Mercedes SUVs.
Needless to say, the arguments had progressed to the shouting stage, staff had been laid off, their mid-city office closed and there were no new contracts on the horizon for which they could tender against in their reduced capacity.
The Story
Saturday is not an easy time for the couple.
Saturday morning was no different to many of the previous recent mornings starting off with black coffees, hangovers and no morning glories to start the day off well. Sex had been off the agendas of both for some weeks, recognising they barely tolerated each other in their highly stressed circumstances.
Laura slipped down the staircase in her PJ's and dressing gown to find Torv hunched over his mobile intensely reading a text. He ignored her presence, like he had done so often lately. If he were to remind himself of the pleasures, they had only two years ago skinny dipping in the Bahamas, yachting on the French Riviera, making love on the Beach at Cancun and shopping on the Boulevard, he would only get depressed even more than he was this morning.
She left him alone choosing to make her morning heart starter black coffee in silence, while she was intrigued as to why he was so intent on reading this text with such concentration. It was obviously long and detailed based on the time he took to read it and then obviously re-read it.
Laura broke the silence with "Is that the response you were hoping to get from Grant on the sub-contract you are after on the beachside resort?"
Torv took his time gathering his thoughts before he turned to her.
"No, that came in about 30 minutes ago. Grant has not been able to convince the contractors we can perform as we have in the past. That sub-contract has gone elsewhere to Harry and a few of our ex-employees. The only positive was that I may be offered a job by Harry in maybe six weeks from now. It would be employment and not as a contractor, so I would be totally under his direction. As you know we really don't like each other so it would be a pressure job, for low wages and under supervision to perform with speedy termination at the slightest problem. I can guarantee it will be a very unpleasant few weeks, but it will be cash. There is also a very unlikely offer elsewhere, but that is really too remote to even contemplate."
"We can talk those through. I am going to have to get a job, any job that pays decent money meanwhile. I suppose that job with Harry is at least something positive, but what then is the text you were so engrossed in when I came down the stairs."
Reminisce
He looked at Laura in her PJ's and dull and disinteresting dressing gown, ever so different to what she dressed in when her libido matched his own. His mind wandered to pre-COVID times when Laura was considerably more of an exhibitionist. She bought her lingerie at Victorias Secrets. It always got him horny when she came down the steps for her morning coffee boobs bouncing with her body covered by the flimsiest Teddi or negligee. Saturday mornings regularly turned into afternoons spent at various parts of their house having sex. Her evening play nights down at the dance club they commonly frequented on weekends were memorable for her mesh underwear and see through clothes giving her the reputation as being a married tease.
Those sex filled days were no more exemplified than down in Cancun, most particularly one morning when he, Laura, her girlfriend Toni and husband Jake were sharing a villa at a beach resort.
Toni and Jake were close friends and regularly took holidays together in their single days, along with a number of other Houston couples. All four had been down the beach for a morning swim, after struggling out of bed post a heavy night of alcohol, pot and sex. The scene was stunning. As far as Torv was concerned Laura was by far the most beautiful, sexy, desirable and lovable woman he had ever met. She was stripping off her mini bikini readying for a decent shower and brunch. Laura had two small white triangles of spandex that just were enough to cover the large nipples on her 36C's; when those strips were wet, they were totally transparent allowing those fabulous nipples to impress all and sundry, but particularly Torv in this sexually free environment. Torv had slipped up behind Laura and placed his hands over those fabulous boobs giving them a gentle squeeze. "I love those boobs. They fit my hand ever so perfectly."
Laura bridged her back taking in every second of playtime. "If you keep that up we are never going to get into the shower, are we?"
Torv took that as a positive sign to keep going. He left his right hand to play around her boobs, while he drifted his left down and around her torso finding that cleft between her legs covered by a high Brazilian cut black bikini bottom.
Laura pushed back against his hardening cock to obviously encourage him further, so he slipped that bikini bottom off her hips with her wriggling it down her legs and off her feet. She was naked and had no cares about that fact, her exposure to Toni and Jake and what almost certainly was going to occur.
As Jake had already stripped, his cock was finding a very willing gap between her legs from the rear. The bulbous head was always a challenge for any woman, so when it firmed itself hard against her rose bud Laura wanted lubrication but more so concerned about the sanctity of her anus.
