ABWF- LAURA AND TORV PAY UP IN KIND
Introduction
Laura and her husband Torv were two of the more serious victims that COVID had on the Houston business environment. Doubtless they were their own worst enemies by trying to maintain their standard of living, despite their income sources dwindling away to nothing. The banks, the credit card companies and the multitude of creditors eventually forced a realisation of pay up or out of their partly completed large house.
Only one solution came available. One of their previous competitors agreed to loan them the money to meet their current outstandings, but with that loan came massive conditions. Work for us on a largely bonus based remuneration for several months until agreed new contracts had been signed with investors in a resort project in the Gulf, with the requirement that "whatever it takes" is the central plank. That term meant exactly what it was, anything goes apart from not lawful. To be blunt, sex with whoever was not only expected it was 100% certain, probably daily and with multiple people if necessary.
Laura and Torv signed up and step one was attending a swinger's party run by the Foundation. Both attended and are now in an open marriage, where no questions are asked and sex inside marriage was going to be minimal, while sex outside their marriage was to be the norm, regular and often.
The Dreamworld.
Laura stood facing her bathroom mirror, checking out her boobs and pussy, her now washed skin cleansed of her many sexual pleasures at Toni's swinger's party. Her thoughts wandered over comparisons against so many other women at the party, their bodies, their attitudes to sex outside their marriages and the over-the-top sexual adventures of many of the couples seeking more from their lives through swinging. From one-on-one sex to multiple partners and outright bed damage, through hedonistic encounters driven by her own husband Torv as the newly installed "devil" of the district and no limit sex with DP being the norm. Her mind would never be so cleansed as soap and water could so readily achieve and neither would she want it to be. She was a changed woman.
Laura's kept coming back to two inescapable thoughts.
First and foremost, even though she was forced financially and via her husband's coercion into attending and being so totally involved in the party and its sexual gratifications, she did not regret one second of her involvement. She was more than comfortable to want more of this lifestyle and was determined that the last twenty-four hours would be repeated many times in the coming days, weeks and months.
Secondly there was one man at the party who intrigued her immensely. He was charming and seductive. How or why she was so intrigued was beguiling and frustrating. There was an unexplainable morass of feelings, emotions, tenderness and passion. His intensity for mutual pleasure and his desire to ensure Laura his lover enjoyed every second of their love making was equal if not more than his own. This man was the last of her sexual partners this afternoon. It was Jonas.
His hands wandered slowly over her body, caressing, soothing, titivating, exploring and invigorating as they found their way to all her sensitive spots, seeking to learn about Laura's trigger points, her no and yes areas to linger or otherwise. His hands were large like himself. His fingers strong and powerful after years in the gym. His steel grey/blue eyes searched out the recesses of her mind and his lips touched with the sensitivity of a surgeon. A six foot plus frame with ample muscles, streaky blond hair from hours in the sun and tanning in the fresh air of the Gulf. Of course there was the cock, large, long about 10 inches and thick at three of Laura's fine fingers. He was the complete package of a Scandinavian hunk, French lover and confidence of an Italian stud.
Sex with Jonas was as if they had known each other for years. Best of all it was deliberate, loving and affectionate. Time was not a matter for consideration. Sex was totally about mutual satisfaction, of which there was long and deep penetrations in the two hours available. Yes, they went at it and loved it. Her hands loved the feeling of that hard cock, smooth and luxuriant around the head, colouring to blue as it approached a first cum. The streams that kept coming as she enveloped the head and sucked profusely against its tip permitting her to drink that cum and swirl it around in her mouth, over her tongue and eventually sliding down her throat. That feeling of completion was one of her most favourite of all pleasures as his cum trickled itself down and down past her throat muscles.
They did not deny themselves the pleasure of love talk. Each ensuring the other knew exactly what they wanted and how to get to their next explosion of passion and pleasure.
It took but minutes for a re-load and her driving his cock deep into her gap. It seemed he must have been saving himself for tonight as they used up the remaining condoms in the pack on the side table before she succumbed to the bare back sex she loved so dearly and pussy so appreciated.
She remembered ending their lovemaking with the gentlest of kisses and a promise of moments to come, mostly unspoken. Their eyes left with a desire for much more, considerably more and maybe regularly as lovers.
His last words echoed in Laura's mind.
"Once a month I take my sailing boat out to escape my rat race. Would you like to join me?"
Laura well remembered her response was a smile, a nod, a touch of her hand to the side of his face, followed by "Yes Please" as he left to find the whereabouts of his girlfriend (soon to be ex).
That Door Knock
The knock at the front door, followed by a ringing of the doorbell woke Laura from her dreamworld as she dried off post her shower. Someone was certainly insistent they wanted attention.
She put her hair in a towel and a robe around her body.
There was no way this would be Torv. He would have his own key and besides he would have let himself in via the backdoor through the garage. Knowing him he almost certainly was still at the party at Toni's and likely to be there until tomorrow morning at the earliest.
Maybe this was Lexi, the woman she was to accompany to meet Toni's and the Foundation clients this evening?
She looked through the curtains and recognised Miranda, her long-time friend and coffee time confidant for all their marital problems. As Lexi was due any moment Laura assumed it best to have a quick chat at the door, set the next date for coffee and finish by thanking Miranda for coming around as she had to go out this evening and needed to get ready.
"Hi Miranda. Good to see you" was all she got out before Miranda interrupted.
"For the rest of tonight darling please call me Lexi. Let me in so we can talk, besides I don't want the neighbours talking now do I? Big ears generated big rumours, beside I am not really dressed to be doing a coffee break at Laura's now am I?"
"Sorry but you got me just out of the shower. Come in of course. You just took me off guard for a moment when you called yourself Lexi. Your normal black or Cap?"
"Yes, but we only have 30 minutes before we need to be going."
Laura knew Miranda and her sister well as straight talking women who knew what they wanted from life and went out of their way to get it.
They headed to the kitchen for the brewed pot.
