Hello! I know, I know... I haven't been writing for awhile. Actually, I've been working on this story for quite some time, but I wasn't going to submit anything until I finished. I decided to split this story into chapters instead of posting the whole thing because it started to get really long! Now, please don't give me grief about the inner workings of how internet pay sites and those things work. This is my fantasy world and this is how it works there. As always, comments and constructive criticism are encouraged, but abuse and attacks will be summarily deleted with no consideration. Enjoy!
We're not going to make it;
he thought as he checked his and his wife's joint checking account for the third time in twenty minutes. Quick loans, payday advances, and years of inadequate financial planning had left them nearly destitute, unable to even pay their house payment for several months. His hands found his scalp as his head bent low in the realization that the situation was dire. Both he and his wife, Danielle, or Danni as she liked to be called, worked full-time jobs, but there never seemed to be enough at the end of the week. Basic utilities such as electricity, gas, water and internet access were all several payments behind, and threatening letters arrived in their mailbox regularly. He thumbed through an online job board looking for some type of part-time position to take the pressure off their collective wallet, but nothing seemed to jive with his full-time schedule. No matter how bad their money issues were, Kevin knew he had to sleep sometime.
Kevin Bartolli, a third-generation Italian American whose grandparents fled from Rome at the outset of World War II, had no lifeline to fall back on when times were tough. An only child, his parents had been killed in a horrific automobile accident shortly after he graduated from high school. Dreams of a college education quickly evaporated into the ethos when Kevin inherited both the family home and the family mortgage. He set to work two weeks after the funeral at a local newspaper press then two years later moved to a factory position building transmission parts for automobiles. It was there that he met the woman that would become his wife in three short years.
Danielle Lawrence began her career at the plant in the secretarial pool, but due to her typing acumen (nearly ninety words per minute) and her stunning good looks, she quickly found herself the executive assistant to the factory's supervisor, a particularly short man that asked her to wear revealing outfits when the higher-ups came to tour the plant. Danielle obliged her boss' request only because the yearly salary she received was more than her parents had ever made combined. On one such occasion, Danielle summoned Kevin to the supervisor's office so that he could be offered a foreman's position.
After accepting the job from the factory supervisor and the company bigwigs, Kevin left the office with a smile on his face and a growing erection as he saw Danielle bent over in the corner of the reception office watering a large fern in a floor pot. Her stocking tops were visible as her short skirt rode up her shapely legs and Kevin was immediately infatuated. He startled Danielle when he asked her to dinner that Saturday evening.
"Is that a good idea, Mr. Bartolli?" she asked after pulling her black pencil skirt down and smoothing it across the tops of her thighs. "It could be construed as inappropriate with your new position."
"Maybe you're right," Kevin admitted. "But I can't help feeling that I'll regret it forever if I don't ask you now."
"Well..." Danielle stalled momentarily then smiled, "I don't see the harm in one little dinner together." She quickly wrote her phone number on a yellow sticky note and handed it to Kevin. "Now don't lose that. I won't give it to you again," she added with a sultry wink. "Now we'd both better get back to work, Mr. Bartolli."
Kevin agreed and swiftly left the office for the production floor. The broad smile plastered on his face was seen by his co-workers and they deduced that it was because of the promotion. But Kevin was smiling because he knew the most beautiful woman he had ever seen had just agreed to go on a date with him, and he wasn't about to let the yahoos on the shop floor know about it, not just yet. Kevin didn't wait until the next day to call Danielle. He rushed home after his shift ended and called her at quarter to six that evening, a mere forty-five minutes after they had both left the factory for the day.
The first date went better than expected for both of them and the two became a couple, albeit a secret one, for many months so that no improprieties were alleged. Thirteen months later, Kevin and Danielle were engaged, much to the chagrin of her boss who knew the nuptials would mark the end of her seductive dress in the office. That September, the couple were married in a small simple ceremony and took a weeklong honeymoon in Mexico. Upon returning to work, it was obvious to both that dynamics had changed at the plant. The factory supervisor began to find fault with both Kevin and Danni's work until two events rocked their new union: Kevin was demoted back to line worker and Danielle was outright fired from her secretarial position.
Although it was never proven, rumor around the shop was that the supervisor was incensed that Kevin had "stolen" Danielle from him and vowed revenge. The new couple thought about filing a suit against the company for wrongful termination but decided that it may cause more trouble and Kevin may also be let go. In the end, Danni found another job making less than half of her previous salary which created the financial hardship that Kevin was now stressing over.
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Kevin snapped his laptop shut and walked from his home office to the kitchen where Danni was washing up the dinner dishes. Dressed in only a sports bra and skin-tight yoga shorts, she looked as delicious as the pot roast the two had supped earlier. Kevin loved it when his wife dressed scantily. The bottoms of her toned and shapely ass peeked from beneath the tiny peach shorts, and he wanted to slam his face between her cheeks as she stood at the sink. Her hair, long and a darker red, cascaded in curls down to the middle of her back and Kevin loved to get his hands up in her mane when he kissed her. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky as to woo the five foot eight, one hundred forty pound goddess and he didn't question it often, only thanked his lucky stars. Now he would have to deliver the difficult news to the only woman he had ever loved.
Danni looked over her shoulder as she scrubbed a plate and asked, "Whatcha doin'?"
"Oh," Kevin responded with a forced smile, "just enjoying the view."
"You like what you see, mister?" Danni played while she rinsed the plate and placed it in the dish drainer. She turned around to face her husband and Kevin took in her toned middle and 36C breasts. "All this can be yours if the price is right!"
"I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to afford it, babe," Kevin answered, the smile disappearing from his face. "I have something to tell you and it's not good news."
"What's wrong?" Danni asked, her playfulness suddenly gone as she saw her husband's concerned look.
"We're in a bad bind right now, sweetie..." Kevin revealed as his eyes dropped to the tiled kitchen floor. "The bills are piling up and our checks are going to pay off the loans we took out. I'm afraid we're going to lose the house..." He sighed heavily as his worry turned to sadness and the tears began to leak from his eyes. Danni rushed to comfort him and wrapped her arms around him.
"Oh, baby!" she exclaimed. "We'll make it work. I can get a part-time job or make some extra money selling some of my mother's antiques that she gave me. It can't be that bad."
"It's worse than that," Kevin disclosed. "We're in foreclosure. The electricity is set to be shut off in three weeks and our next checks combined won't be enough to pay the loan payments we owe. I'm afraid we may have to declare bankruptcy."
"But what if I..." Danni began but Kevin cut her off.
"I've already thought about getting a second job," he interrupted. "By the time I got my first check from that job, it would be too little too late. I'm afraid we're out of options."
Danni released Kevin from her embrace then released the stopper from the sink to drain the dishwater. She dried her hands on the towel next to the drainer then removed her sports bra and yoga shorts. She stood naked in front of her husband, her incredible body on display for him. "Why don't we go to bed and not sleep on it?" she asked. "We can't do anything about it tonight and you need a little distraction from all this."
Danni took Kevin by the hand and led him from the kitchen into the master bedroom. Danni pushed her husband to the bed then removed his clothing, his hard cock prominent in the dimly lit room. Danni immediately engulfed her husband's erection into her wet mouth and worked her tongue up and down his shaft. Kevin loved his wife's mouth and she never failed to perform excellently, but he also loved to reciprocate.
Kevin tapped Danni's shoulder and motioned her to climb on top of him. The tap was all she needed. She knew how much Kevin liked to sixty-nine, so she happily obliged. She released her mouth grip on his hard shaft and moved up the bed, spinning herself around so that she was straddling his face. Kevin gave her right cheek a quick lick then dove into her pussy, tasting her excitement, as Danni returned her oral attention to his cock.
After a few minutes of mutual pleasure, Kevin felt Danni's body tense up and begin to shake. His tongue attack on her clit always made her cum hard and quick and tonight was no exception. Danni moaned on Kevin's hardness as her pleasure cascaded through her, bucking on Kevin's face and splashing his mouth and chin with her wetness. One last involuntary jerk of her ass on Kevin's mouth and she swallowed her husband's dick while the orgasm subsided. Sliding his hard-on from her throat, she rolled off Kevin then quickly jumped on top of Kevin, impaling herself on her husband's stiff rod.
Danni bounced her ass on Kevin's lap, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into her inviting slit. Danni reached back and caressed Kevin's ball pouch; she knew he loved to have his scrotum stroked and her blue painted nails traced patterns on his sensitive skin. She took his bag in her palm and lightly squeezed as she quickened her bounce on her lover's erection. Two more thrusts and Danni felt Kevin's balls tense up and begin to contract. She felt the splash of his cum against her inner walls and cervix then heard his slight moan as he came hard in her. He finished and lay motionless for a few seconds before his wife leaned down, still coupled with him, and slid her tongue in his mouth, kissing him passionately in post-coital satisfaction.
Kevin loved his wife more than any other human on the planet, but he was a man, and he did enjoy looking at pictures of other women, a pastime that Danni both knew about and encouraged. She would even point out women to him online and in real life when they were out and tell him how sexy she thought they were. Her same-sex attractions only served to ramp up his want for her and make fantasies run wild in his head. They had never partaken in another woman as husband and wife, but Danni had told him about a young woman she had befriended after high school and eventually had a few nights of unbridled lesbian sex together. Kevin hoped that one day Danni would want to share that part of her life with him, but he had never pushed the issue.
Two hours after their steamy sex session, Kevin was scrolling his cellphone through Tanglr, an app that featured pictures of female models in partial undress and had pages that you could favorite and see their latest offerings. Kevin had followed a few pages of women he particularly liked so that he could see more of them, one in particular was a sexy brunette with the pseudonym Bettina Berlin. Miss Bettina had similar features to Danni except for hair color and larger store-bought breasts. Kevin always enjoyed her latest pictures and wished he could see more.
As Kevin was perusing the latest pics, he came across one of Bettina clad only in black stilettoes and a red feathered boa placed in the right spots to hide any impropriety. At the bottom was a note, supposedly written by Miss Berlin herself that stated, "Come check out my FYEO page!" Kevin had never seen this particular acronym and was puzzled by its meaning.
"Honey," Kevin said to his wife, still nude but covered with the king-sized cream-colored comforter, "what does F-Y-E-O mean?"
