Cougar House Ch 14 Safe Cracker

Eric takes Margo to the Bank. Might as well be the Sperm Bank. Everyone wants to make a deposit.

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"Writing out bills?"

"Going over my finances." Margo lays her chin on her knuckles while peering at her computer monitor. "I really want to turn the central air on, I'm tired of sweating in places I never imagined I could perspire. I'm just so afraid to with this old house, when Darryl was alive the power bills were astronomical. Even with the $1,800.00 you boys are paying me, it scares me to indulge. I'll need every penny for property taxes next year."

"I wish I could offer more but paying you $450 plus my car payment, gas, and food I'm stretched pretty thin."

"I understand that Eric. I'm not asking for more rent. I'm just happy to have you four here fulltime. For more than money's sake." She smirks, "I'm thoroughly enjoying my sex life."

"So are we." He chuckles, "I'm heading into Wildwood to buy a few groceries. Need anything?"

"Everything. My pantry is empty. Maybe I should rent the pantry space out too."

"There is a solution to that Margo. There are rooms in this mansion that could be turned into living space."

"Rent more rooms out? I don't know. Cabot suggested I turn the house into a bed and breakfast. While that sounds like a viable option that would mean I lose you four as tenants. There simply isn't enough bedrooms."

"What about the attic? I noticed you keep it locked."

"No. The attic is off limits. I store...things up there. Very personal things that I won't get rid of."

"Ah! Darryl's stuff."

"Darryl's and mine."

"How about the loft over that eight car garage? It's massive. Hell, I'd live up there. Room for all four of us if need be."

"It does have heat and a full bath up there. I might consider that." She pops her neck trying to get comfortable after sitting too long at her desk. Noting her discomfort Eric steps behind her to rub her neck and shoulders. Wearing one of her off the shoulder dresses that barely clung to her chest she exhales an extravagant sigh of tension fleeing her body. "I love how you boys always come to my rescue."

"We love ya Margo." He kisses her cheek while continuing his massage.

"You know...I haven't set foot in Wildwood since Darryl's funeral. Would you object to my riding along? I could use some fresh air."

"One condition." He pauses as she awaits his decision.

"Yes?"

"You wear that microthin sundress that you came to the bonfire in. Stiletto heels."

"Mmmm! In the sunlight it's nearly sheer."

"When wet it's totally sheer." He laughs.

"That was a bit overwhelming when you boys dumped ice water over Elliot and I. In front of all of those...men."

"They liked it."

"I know this."

"So did you."

"I liked that they saw me all wet and clingy?"

"Admit it."

"Of course I did. That alone convinced me to belly dance for them...mostly you. It was your suggestion after all."

"And, what went through your mind when all of our friends saw you all wet?"

"How wet I was elsewhere." She giggles patting his hand on her shoulder.

"What about when you stripped out of that dress, using the four of us as a human wall to change into your belly dancing outfit?"

"Truthfully? I expected the four of you to expose me. You surprised me by standing firm."

"Was not easy." He sighs heavily, "I wanted to look."

"I would not have been mad if you had looked."

"What would you have done if we had jumped away and let the party see you naked?"

"I don't know. Smile? Panic? Belly dance nude?" She shivers laughing about it. "Of course, if I had done that then I could never have seduced you boys one at a time like I did. Things would have gone quite differently, don't you think?"

"Probably so. What if the guys at the party had stripped you naked?"

"Eric? I really don't think I would have done any of that if I didn't believe you four wouldn't have saved me."

"What if we had just let them strip you?"

"Then I suppose I would have belly danced in the nude."

"Up close and personal?"

"Of course."

"Everyone groping you?"

"Eric? If you're trying to turn me on it's working."

"Answer me."

"Yes. I would have let them all touch me."

"Everywhere?"

"Yes."

"Would you have touched them?"

"I believe so." She swiveled in her chair to face him and palms his crotch, "Eric? Yes, I would have considered fucking some of them."

"Just some?"

"I'll plead the fifth."

"Tell me."

"As many of them that would have wanted me I suppose."

"That would have been all of them."

"Would you have liked to have seen me fuck them all?"

"Raise my rent if I said FUCK YEA?"

"No. Maybe we should consider another bonfire and test my ambition." She rubs his balls through his sweats.

"You'd do it again?"

"As long as you don't tell your friends that I would be so easy. Let it happen naturally."

"Like how you suckered all four of us into thinking only one of us got you without the others knowing the truth."

"Precisely. It's more fun to rile them up and let things just...happen."

"Okay, you've really gotta stop fondling me."

"You don't want me?" She pouts with a puffed lower lip.

"You know I do. I just need to get to town and get things done. Should I drop you by your bank so you can deposit our rent?"

"Yes, I was going to ask that of you. I think what I'll do is give you boys..."

"MEN!"

"You MEN! I can't help myself. As I was saying, I think I'll give each of you deposit slips and just let you deposit the rent on the first of each month. I can do the rest of my banking from home."

"Sounds like a plan Mom." He sticks his tongue out at her, "Just like I can't help calling you Mom on occasion. Besides, we're in Wildwood most every day." Her hand still cupped his balls, her eyes sparkling with lust.

"Fuck it. SUCK MY COCK SLUT."

"If you denied me I would have been very disappointed."

Pulling his sweats lower, his behemoth cock pops free, bobbing in front of her. Easing him back she slips to her knees and nurtures his erection with both hands before swallowing him nearly whole. He was shocked just how much of his mighty seven she took in. Bug eyed and beet red she gagged and fought for ten minutes, until he shot his mother load down her throat.

"Daaaamn you suck a mean cock."

"I'm a perfectionist." She wipes saliva on her wrist as he helps her to her feet. "I adore giving blowjobs."

"Let's go get changed. Wear that dress, no underwear."

"Stiletto heels might look tacky in that dress."

"You choose. You were the fashion model."

"Barefoot?" She wiggles her brows.

"Might not let you into the grocery store. Or, the bank for that matter."

"Do you really think they would turn me away for not wearing shoes?"

"Worth a shot."

"Worth many shots." She sticks her tongue out at him, as he had earlier.

"Let's stop by Kinison Park and fuck right out in the open."

"I'll bring a picnic blanket." She sheepishly grins with a cheek on her shoulder, lashes batting playfully for his imagination to envision people walking around that might see them.

"One more thing..."

"Yes?"

"Don't you think you should drive one of Darryl's cars before they go bad just sitting? I know Elliot went out and started them so the batteries never went..." He locks up not wanting to use the wrong word and depress her.

"Dead? Like my late husband? I'm not so easily offended Eric. Speak your mind."

"Alright! I just think the cars need to be driven. Just like you do."

"Because you want to be seen in a sports car? With a beautiful woman by your side?"

"Guilty on both parts."

"Which car?"

"Convertible Corvette?"

"Have we looked to see how much gas is in it?"

"Good point. I can scrounge up $20 for gas."

"Enough to get there and back. Wind in my hair sounds exciting."

"My hands in your hair sounds really good."

"Tug hard Handsome Eric."

"At the park. Loud as fuck Bitch."

"Make me loud or I refuse." She razzes him.

"Bitch I'm gonna tear that pussy up."

"Promises, promises. I'll believe it when I feel it." She turns away slyly and wiggles from her office toward her bedroom. On her way down the hall that dress came off and she shuffled nude the rest of the way. Eric Crowe nearly busted another nut. That Cougar certainly knew how to prowl.

Less than thirty minutes later Margo paraded down her staircase in that off white albeit sheer sundress, her body hidden, but with a faint tint of tanned flesh. There was no way to mask those deadly nipple erections, her surgeon was a miracle worker. They would live on forever stimulated. For Eric's pleasure she even left a few buttons undone to express the valley between her mountainous terrain. What excited Eric even more? Ruby red lipstick that accented perfect cock sucking lips. The runway model was a runaway model. No stopping her now.

"I know I ask a lot of questions Margo...but..." He rubs his stubble checking her out as her eyes follow his reaction.

"I will always answer your questions, unless I find the topic too personal." She switches shoulders, draping her thin chain purse beneath her left armpit.

"Long before we were roommates, just Elliot's friends...did you check us out like we do you now?"

"On occasion. I'll admit my curiosities. I didn't think too much on the subject because I truthfully never expected to get too close to any of you."

"When did your thoughts on us being lovers start?"

"I suppose when you boys...men, proposed moving in here to help me. While yes I can certainly use the money the thoughts of four young studs all to myself excited me."

"The day before Elliot's party...when you sent me that belly dancing video from poolside...you were sunbathing nude weren't you?"

"I was." She admitted with a sly grin.

"Did you touch yourself when we spoke over the cell?"

"You know I did."

"I presumed you did but, wasn't sure."

"Eric!" She frowns, "We both know that I masturbated talking to all four of you. Those calls were timed too perfectly not to have been planned."

"You didn't hear it from me." He laughs, "Yeah, we all wondered what you would do. Elliot told us you were gonna lay out so we gave you time to relax before calling."

"I had a sneaky suspicion. I got really turned on talking to you boys while playing. It was difficult not to admit I was, let alone hide my moans."

"You sure put on a good show over the phone. Our first phone sex."

"Not really. None of you masturbated with me."

"Yeah, four guys sitting around without you to watch, it would have looked gay."

"Why do you think I sent pictures of my legs, and video of my belly dancing? It was all I was willing to offer until I knew for certain where everyone stood. At first I had mixed feelings over my desires but after the bonfire I knew I wanted you boys."

"So the truck ride to Philly you wanted to...?"

"Fuck you all? Yes and no. That day as I've said before was emotional. I sat on your laps just to know how badly you all wanted me. I allowed the massaging just to see how all of you would react."

"Massive hardons gave us away, huh?"

"Yours especially if I recall...you let me sit on your uncovered cock. I knew Eric, I just kept it to myself. What possessed you to lower your sweatpants and take that risk? Elliot was sitting right next to me."

"I knew skin on skin would be noticed. You didn't freak out so I just let it ride."

"I might have ridden it if Elliot had not been there." She giggled, "I pictured it."

"We all thought about trying that on the way home."

"Letting me sit on your laps with your dicks out?"

"Yep."

"Mmmm! That might have ruined everything."

"You'd have been mad?"

"Hardly. I meant the separate seductions as you each moved into my home. Just like at the fire if I had sampled you in Brian's truck, the magic would not have been there."

"What made you take your panties off after we pulled over so you could take a piss on the interstate?"

"I decided on taking them off before we ever left the house. My curiosity needed to know if you boys could be trusted enough not to just take me then and there."

"If you hadn't fallen asleep we might have. Crazy thing is, we really do respect you, even though we want you all the time." He watches Margo go to a key bowl by the front door and selects the Corvette ignition key. Wiggling it before his eyes she tosses it at him.

"Well now you have me all the time. So far, I'm feeling very respected. Shall we go?"

"You forget your shoes?"

"Not wearing any. I'm going to prove a point." She winks opening the door. Stepping out into the sunlight her dress proved yet another point, Margo Needy walked essentially nude all the way to the garage. That sundress hid nothing. Eric's whistles made her dance about and express that life was good.

"I hope nobody calls the cops after seeing you streaking."

"Can I tell you a secret Eric?" She walks backwards while speaking.

"Please do."

"Every man in Wildwood has wanted me at one time or another. Darryl flaunted me in dresses like this. You just watch their reactions today, you'll see what I mean."

"I can believe that. So...Darryl liked to show you off?"

"Trophy wife...with zero tarnish."

"What about the women of Wildwood?"

"What about them?"

"Did they ever give you hell for turning their men on?"

"Not to my face. They all wanted Darryl." She laughed.

"Now that Darryl is gone do you think that might have changed?"

"I suppose we'll find out."

Reaching the garage they enter through a side door. Instead of turning on a light in the gloom she hits a garage door opener in front of Darryl's black Corvette convertible. Daylight revealing the beauty of multiple cars she took a moment to trail fingertips over the car's exterior.

"Need a minute?" Eric watched her.

"Thirty seconds. Memories is all. I loved our rides in this car. I would..." She nibbles her lower lip, eyes brightening toward Eric, "Darryl would make me ride naked and show me off to truck drivers. I adored making him happy." A brief frown she sighs, "With Darryl dying in a car crash that seems so wrong now. Even back then he swerved looking over at me far too many times. I'll admit the thoughts now are not so delightful."

"So no nude road trip today?"

"Maybe on the way home. Let my nerves settle a bit. Can we just...enjoy the drive?"

"Absolutely. No pressure Margo. Even if you don't do it, I'm fine. We forgot the picnic blanket."

"One in every trunk." She pats the car lovingly.

"Darryl always planned ahead, huh?"

"More than I'll let you in on." She winks and pats the passenger side door, "Are you going to be a Gentleman and open my door?"

"Oh, yeah! I can do that." He darts to her side and opens it with a courteous swagger, "After you Milady."

"Brownie points Mr. Crowe." She sits down letting him see up her dress. That pussy was smiling back. Once inside he shuts her door and journeys around the front bumper. Hopping in she eases her seat back and smiles at him with her eyes. After a nervous glint, he starts the car, it fired up without resistance.

"Almost a full tank of gas." Eric notes.

"Pull outside the garage then we can put the top down." In gear he vacates the dusty gloom of the garage and stops just beyond the entrance. Margo looking back uses a button programmed into a visor shutting the garage door. Once closed she unhooks the canvas clamps and ignites the retraction mode. Sunlight once again made her dress transparent. Looking her over Eric shakes his head and grins.

"We're so going to get arrested. Of course. there's more than one reason that might happen."

"Oh?"

"I noticed back when Elliot was still here that all of your cars have expired stickers on the plates."

"I hadn't even thought of that. With money tight I put way too many things off. The cars were not that urgent seeing as I don't drive. I wouldn't let Elliot take them out either. After Darryl I worried too much about losing my son the same way. Well...do we risk getting a ticket for the expiration?"

"Up to you. Hot as you are maybe the cops will just give us a warning."

"Unless the Wildwood Police force has changed I highly doubt that." She wiggles her brows, "If anything they might want to strip search me."

"You and Darryl know them that well?"

"Well enough. All of Wildwood was supportive and proud of my husband. Many of them came to me after his funeral and told me if I ever needed anything. ANYTHING! They would be there for me."

"Words of guys that wanna fuck you." Eric chuckles.

"I'm not naïve Eric. I know they do." She wiggles her eye brows at him, "This is why I'll get away with everything."

"So to avoid being arrested you'd fuck a cop?"

"Let's hope it doesn't...come to that. It would not be..." She ends her conversation unfinished for the better, pointing toward the road, "The wind awaits."

Hitting the gas Eric stirs up dust. He didn't apologize for it. Fast cars were every man's dream. Next to fast landlady's. Two dreams for the price of rent. With timber aligning both sides of the road leading in and out the sun became lost then found hundreds of times before reaching the main road four miles away. In that time the topic of conversation became juicier still. Eric was on a roll.

"I gotta know..." He looks at her as she holds her wind swept hair from her sunglasses, "Were you and Darryl...swingers?"

"I'm not going to tell you every gory detail of our sex life." She blushes a bit, "We...had our agreements."

"Meaning he let you play with other guys? You let him play with other girls?"

"Mostly me with other men. Darryl liked to...watch."

"Fuck me!" Eric rubs his crotch trying not to stare at her. "You like being the exhibitionist?"

"Of course. Why do you think I agreed to belly dance for all of your friends. I knew the risks."

"Can we really have another party and see what happens?"

"As long as that rule I set is followed. You cannot warn them ahead of time that I'm willing to go all the way. Promise me that and yes."

"As fun as that sounds I think I kind of want to have you to ourselves." He confesses.

"And, I am fine with the four of you. You all satisfy me perfectly."

"Don't let on to Brian you're willing to do that party. I guarantee he'll instigate a huge gangbang."

"Really? Mmmm!"

"You...really want that?"

"I've never gone that far, but Darryl used to talk about it. I would have done anything he wanted of me."

"You should do everything we want of you." He laughs.

"I haven't done that already? I must be missing something. I think I've done everything you've wanted of me so far."

"You know what I mean. FUCK! Now I need to see you gangbanged."

"Then arrange it following my rules. Do not give me that No Boundaries spiel. I'm letting you boys get away with everything else, the least you can do is let me have my own fun."

"I'm good with that. Wildwood city limits up ahead. Bank first?"

"Please. I don't like carrying cash and checks."

"Which bank?"

"Wildwood Federal."

"That's where I bank."

"Good. I want to go inside just to prove my point to you."

"Ummm! My sister Lily works there as a teller."

"Are you embarrassed to have her meet me?"

"No. I just know she's gonna tell my Mom what you're wearing."

"Momma's boy?"

"Landlady's boy." He laughed, "Fuck it. Let's do this."

Six blocks further Eric pulls into the parking lot of Wildwood Federal Bank and Loan. Avoiding the teller drive thru he parks far enough out of sight to prevent his sister from possibly ever seeing them. Hopping out he races around the 'Vette and opens Margo's door for her. In exitting the car she intentionally loitered with one leg out, one still inside to share in her long legs, expressing the most magnificent pussy alive. Her teasing eyes sparkled at his reaction.