DISCLAIMER: The story you are about to read is purely fictional. Any possible similarities between the characters and events with people in real life are purely coincidental.
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It's 11:30 AM on a Tuesday and I'm on my way over for my weekly lunch meetup with my childhood friend Robert. Unlike other weeks, this one is different. In case you didn't see the first part of this story, I'll be brief. Two years ago I was humiliated when I saw my wife of eleven years on a tabloid celebrity TV show...in another country with some wealthy playboy. She had apparently been having an affair with him for a year.
Divorced and humiliated, I spent the following year and a half sulking, hiding in my work and in my big home I originally planned on having a family in. My childhood friend Robert is also another wealthy playboy who did well in the stock market. He wasn't the guy who stole my wife, but he accidentally caused my wife to meet the guy she ended up running away with.
Ridden with guilt, Robert always felt obligated to make it up to me, but I kept telling him it wasn't his fault. Worried about me spending another birthday alone in my home, he ended up surprising and shocking me with a unique gift -- an entire evening with a beautiful and highly paid escort. I originally was reluctant, but Ashley (the escort) helped me break out of my shell and gave me one night of mind-blowing sex I'll never forget.
So this week it's different. I wasn't feeling down on my life anymore. I wasn't feeling inadequate. I felt like I had a new lease on life, like a massive weight was lifted off my shoulders. I strolled up the street from my work to the high-rise that houses Robert's multi-billion dollar business, took the elevator up to the top, and of course was greeted by his lovely executive assistant Jacqueline.
Jacqueline:
"Hi David!"
I don't know what it is, but that gleaming smile from Jacqueline just brightened up my day even more. She's as sweet and smart as she is pretty. Ever since that wild night, I had contemplated asking her out on a date, but I still think Robert might have a problem with me messing with his assistant.
David:
"Hey Jacqueline. You look great today."
Jacqueline:
"Why thank you. You seem different today."
Well, I couldn't help the compliment. Jacqueline was wearing one of those business suits for women that most guys drool over. Her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders and sparkling brown eyes could mesmerize any man. Even with her glasses on she just screamed smart and sexy. Maybe I just feel more daring today since I got some of my masculinity back.
David:
"I don't know Jacqui. I just feel like I got a new lease on life. Just had a wonderful weekend."
Jacqueline:
"Well, that's nice to hear. What did you..."
Suddenly her phone rang. She answered and all I heard was "Yes Robert." and "OK". She hung up the phone, smiled and told me Robert would see me now. I guess I was saved by the bell since I don't think I want to tell her I was nailing a highly-paid escort.
David:
"I'll see you later Jacqui. Nice chatting with you as always."
Jacqueline:
"See you later David."
I strolled into Robert's office, closing the door behind me. Sitting behind his desk was Robert with a big smirk on his face. I looked at him with a sarcastic look of disgust.
David:
"You're an ass."
Robert laughed. "Look at you. Look what one night of good sex can do. You even dressed differently. Every week it's the same shirt with a tie and slacks. Now today you're not even wearing a tie."
David:
"Yeah, I'll admit you were right."
Robert:
"Told ya. Come on, I want sushi today. You're buying."
We left the office with Jacqueline and I sharing a smile as I walked out. My mind wandered a bit if I should talk to Robert about the possibility of asking her out or not, but I know Robert is a bit possessive on things, including his staff. I can't imagine him liking the idea of someone trying for his assistant. Plus, how do I even know if she's single? A girl like that has to have a boyfriend or husband.
I cleared my mind as Robert and I got a table at a nice sushi parlor we like. After the waitress took our order and left us alone, the questions came out.
Robert:
"So how was she?"
David:
"I'll be honest, she was incredible. I never had sex like that in my life. Not even with the ex."
Robert:
"I saw Ashley's photos. She's got a hell of an ass. Did you get to tap that?"
David:
"Well, I'm not one to kiss and tell..."
Robert:
"BULLSHIT! Speak...since I paid good money for her."
David:
"Well, Ashley doesn't allow guys to do anal on her. She was amazing, especially when she gives head."
Robert:
"No anal? Oh well, she's hot anyway. Not very 'endowed' when it comes to tits though."
David:
"Yeah, but I didn't mind. Her talents more than made up for that, although I might have to seek out a girl with a nice rack when I get back in the game. I honestly wouldn't mind sex with a girl who has a great pair."
Robert:
"Heh...David needs some milk?"
David:
"Oh...you just reminded me. I need to stop at the store on the way back. I do need milk for coffee. Thanks for the reminder."
Robert and I laughed and talked like we usually do. I was thinking of asking him about Jacqueline, but I held back. I even wanted to inquire why he sent Ashley to me weeks before my birthday, but I decided to stop looking a gift horse in the mouth.
Lunch ended, I got my milk, we parted ways, and I went about my week. Saturday hit and I did my usual regimen of relaxation, housework, and exercise. With all the domestic stuff finished, I decided to pull up a movie on Netflix and have a beer.
With Bruce Willis shooting terrorists on the screen, my mind went back to Jacqueline. I kept wondering if Robert would have a problem, and would she even go out with me. Forgive me if I sound insecure, but not all the wounds of the past have healed, and Ashley did help get the healing process rolling better. Maybe I should try a dating site instead, rather than putting all my eggs in the basket of the first woman I get eyes for.
"DING DONG!"
My doorbell rang, and thus interrupted my thought train. I hopped off the sofa wondering who this was. As I approached the door I was hit by a thought as to why Robert sent Ashley to me three weeks before my birthday. Perhaps Ashley isn't the only one he hired.
I opened the door and before me was not one, but two lovely ladies.
David:
"Well hello ladies."
Sarah:
"Hi. Are you David?"
David:
"Since I was born. And you are?"
Sarah:
"My name is Sarah, and this is Elena. We heard from Robert you like milk. May we come in?"
My eyes first locked on to Sarah. She was gorgeous. Probably about 5'10" with the black heels she was wearing. She was clad in what could only be described as a sexy milkmaid outfit. Some kind of farm girl ruffled top and short fluffy skirt, all colored with a white and red checker pattern you normally expect on a picnic tablecloth. Her long light brown hair was tied off in two unbraided pigtails, each with a matching red ribbon.
Sarah had a stunning face I had to admit. She had beautiful green eyes that shimmered like gems with high cheekbones and a smile that would melt any man. I would guess her ethnicity was Czech or some Eastern Bloc country, despite that she had no accent. Regardless, I wondered why she was a high-priced escort. She could walk the runway for Victoria's Secret or be some millionaire's trophy wife.
Elena was Latina, and a beautiful one at that. The best way to describe her would be Vida Guerra's lost sister. She had dark skin and long dark wavy hair with some very sexy Spanish curves. Elena was clad in an outfit that I could best describe as "inspired" by the typical Hooters waitress outfit. She had on white high heels as opposed to sneakers and socks, shiny purple shorts that accented her delicious bubble butt, and a black tank top with "got milk?" printed on it.
I almost forgot to mention the best part. Outside of Sarah's stunning face, Elena's exotic looks, and their outfits, both women were very well "endowed". Sarah must have had full D-cup breasts filling out that milkmaid top of hers, and Elena...wow. She must have been a double-D cup size as the "got milk?" text was pushed out nicely. I'm surprised that tank top made it all the way here without bursting open.
I didn't even care if their tits were fake or real. I knew I was in for an amazing night not only fulfilling my bit tit fantasy, but a threesome. What a birthday gift! I get to live out every porn fantasy most men have ever dreamed of.
I let the girls come inside and closed the door. Sarah then handed me a glass bottle of milk.
David:
"Why thank you."
Sarah:
"We heard you needed milk. Is skim ok?"