Love and Taxes

Izzy looked out through her wide open bedroom windows to the wide open blue of the Mediterranean as she bounced up and down on Kevin's marvellous dick.

Her secretary, Anna, was on hand to take notes, should anything occur to Izzy she wanted noting down. But this close to orgasm, all Izzy could think about was Kevin's dick and that deep, magnificent blue out there.

The best thing about Kevin was his wonderful stamina. Izzy could ride him as hard or as slow as she liked, really use his body to get herself off without having to worry about him getting over excited and spoiling it for her.

Right now, she wanted to fuck him hard. To use that big, hard dick to bring herself to a deep and satisfying orgasm. She called out in pleasure as she felt it surging through her.

After she came, she let Kevin take over. He gripped her hips and thrust up into her repeatedly, using her like she'd used him, until with a grunt he released himself inside her.

Izzy smiled down at him fondly, kissed him on the lips and climbed off his naked, sweaty body, feeling his load moving inside her.

As she walked towards the window, she waved her hand at Anna who scurried over to her, to pass her her cream dressing gown and a glass of mineral water.

Izzy stood by the window, sipping her water and looking out over the blue. Anna by her side, ready to take instruction.

She asked her a few questions about the catering arrangements, but Anna seemingly had it all in hand. They'd been over this many times but Izzy wanted everything to be perfect tonight.

It had been nearly six months since she'd last seen Mark.

Just then Anna's phone buzzed, she frowned slightly.

"What is it?" Izzy asked anxiously.

"Slight change of plan. Mark isn't bringing Claudine anymore. Apparently it's someone called 'Giselle' now."

"Giselle? How very supermodel. What do we know about her?"

"Nothing, I'm afraid."

"Not even a last name?"

"Just 'Giselle'."

Izzy shrugged, feigning indifference.

"Well, I'm sure she'll be pretty and vacuous. And at least she can't be any worse than Claudine. Those fake tits? Eurgh. No class."

"None at all."

"Umm, Izzy?"

Izzy looked back over at the bed. Kevin was standing there uncertainly, with a towel wrapped around him.

She looked at him distractedly for a minute, as though she'd forgotten he was there and couldn't quite remember the point of him.

Then she smiled brilliantly.

"Yes, Kevin, sweetie?"

"Umm, I think I'm going to take a shower and then be off. My shift at the bar starts in about an hour."

Izzy walked towards him. Her dressing gown was undone and her taut, naked body was fully on display. He couldn't help eyeing her hungrily.

"Yes, of course, Kevin, off you pop. But you'll be here tonight won't you?"

"Umm, yes, about that..."

"Oh Kevin, I need you."

"Right, but, I mean, won't it be weird? I mean it's your husband's party."

"Oh nonsense. He'll love you. You're both from Romford, you'll have lots to talk about."

"Right."

"And besides, I'm bound to need a really good seeing to by the end of the night."

.....

Izzy stood by the marble statue of Venus sipping her Louis Roderer, watching her husband from across the room as he berated a waiter.

"Remind me again why you're not divorced?"

Izzy turned to her old friend Sarah, who had flown out there from England for the party.

"You know exactly why, Sarah."

Sarah turned to look at Mark who had turned almost purple as he humiliated the poor waiter practically grovelling at his feet.

"Ah yes, the answer to all life's mysteries: tax reasons."

"Exactly."

Izzy took another sip of her champagne.

"But still," said Sarah. "I know you'd only get a fraction of all this in a divorce but wouldn't a fraction still be enough? To be free?"

"You think I'm not free now?"

"The words 'gilded cage' spring to mind. I mean Monaco's lovely but it's pretty small. Don't you miss home?"

"Not really. I go back for Christmas. The odd party. That seems like enough to me."

"If you say so."

Mark had finished with the poor man and was now whispering in the ear of the sultry brunette with big tits in a tight black dress who was accompanying him. Unlike the waiter, he now had perfect composure.

Sarah looked at Mark. She looked at Izzy. She looked at Izzy looking at Mark.

"Izzy?"

"Yes, babe."

"You're not still in love with him are you?"

"Of course not,"

Izzy took a large slug of champagne defensively.

"Izzy?"

"OK, fine, what if I am? He is my husband you know. And I know, I know, he's got this rough, brutish exterior but he can be very sweet you know, deep down."

"Yes, Izzy, he can be sweet. But if you keep going deeper, past the sweetness, what then?"

Izzy didn't say anything.

"You know what then. At heart, he's just a cold blooded psychopath. He loves money and status. In that order. Then sex. Love would be a very distant fourth. You know he only thinks about you like a Cayman shell company with a vagina and a Hermes handbag."

"Perhaps."

Izzy looked like she was going to cry.

"I'm sorry my darling. I don't mean to be harsh. I just want more for you. You really should just take the money and run."

"Well," said Izzy, "There's not as much of that as you might think."

"Really? I read the FT."

"As if they know anything. There are all sorts of debts no one knows about. The High Street isn't what it was."

"And Mark talks to you about this?"

"Well, no, not exactly. But everything is in my name. Thats kind of the point. I'm the one who has to sign everything. He thinks I don't read it, but I do. And Anna's pretty smart, you know she's got a First in economics from Cambridge. She explains it to me."

Sarah looked over to where Anna was standing, straight backed and aloof by the buffet, an untouched champagne flute in her hand, a discrete wire to her ear, utterly failing to look like one of the guests.

"You know, I think you're pretty cruel to her."

"To Anna? What do you mean?"

"Oh come on, Izzy. You must have seen how she looks at you. It's not fair to keep her hanging around like that."

Izzy wrinkled her nose.

"I don't know what you mean," she said primly. "Besides, I don't keep her hanging around. She's very busy and very well paid."

Sarah looked over at Anna again and then back to Izzy.

"You've never been tempted?"

"With Anna?" Izzy giggled, making a motion with her hand to bat the idea away. "Oh Sarah, you are naughty."

"Why not? Don't you get bored of all those Cabana Boys? And I seem to remember, you're not exactly averse to the female touch from time to time."

"Sarah! That was one time. And it was years ago. We were eighteen. I'm not saying I didn't have a good time, but I've never felt tempted to go back."

"Never?"

Sarah's question wasn't quite as casual as she meant it to be.

"I'm sorry, Sarah, but no, never. You were my one and only in that respect."

"Oh well," Sarah sighed and turned away.

"That's something I suppose."

....

"Hi Anna."

Kevin was bent over the buffet, inspecting the dishes. Anna still had her back to the table and was surveying the room. She ignored him.

"I don't know what half this stuff is," he said helping himself to a mini burger.

"I expect not."

He turned around and looked out at the room, filled with young models and old men several orders of magnitude wealthier than he could ever be.

"Having fun?" he asked Anna, sarcastically.

"I'm not here to have fun."

He looked at her and noticed the earpiece.

"No, I guess not. Nor me, as it happens. In fact, I'm not really sure why I am here at all."

Anna turned and looked at him archly, "I think we both know exactly why you're here."

He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. To be summoned when I'm wanted."

He turned to look at her. "Will you be there, later, when she calls for me?"

Anna's composure was ruffled now.

"I shouldn't think so. It depends, I suppose, on whether..."

"On whether you're called for?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Why does she do it, do you suppose. Have you there, I mean, watching? Its a bit odd isn't it?"

"She just wants me on hand, in case she needs anything."

"Oh come on. That's hardly a reason. I mean I'm not complaining. I quite like it, really. Being watched."

Anna froze, her back stiffer than ever.

"Not that you do watch me," he continued. "I've seen you. Eyes on her. Always."

Anna gripped her champagne flute so hard it was a wonder it didn't break.

"Well," he said, taking a glass from a passing waiter and downing it in one. "I don't see I'm going to be wanted for hours and I don't want to waste another minute with these awful fucks, I'm going for a walk. I'll see you around, Anna."

And with that, he was gone.

....

Mark Forester stretched out on the pool side feeling the warmth of the sun soaking into his skin. This was the life, what all the hard work was all about.

His girlfriend, Giselle, was lying next to him face down on a sun lounger. Her bikini top was untied to give her an even suntan on her back and her pert, round bottom was covered by a thin little triangle of dark brown material.

She wasn't much of a one for conversation, Mark mused, admiring her cute little ass, but that wasn't really why he was with her.

"Hey Hubbie, how's it going?"

He looked up. Izzy was standing over him with a drink in either hand. She was wearing a blue bikini and a long open white shirt, a wide brimmed sunhat and dark glasses.

Mark had to admit, she looked hot.

He sat up and took one of the glasses off her. He looked over at Giselle, who hadn't stirred.

"Hey Izzy," he said, sitting up. "You look good."

"Why, thank you," she said, sitting next to him. "You look pretty good yourself."

He did too. Yes, he was older and hardly slim these days but he had a raw masculine energy rippling through him that was undimmed and that Izzy always found so sexy.

As soon as she saw him again at the party last night, she knew she still wanted him. Couldn't help herself.

"You didn't really talk to me last night," she said.

"No," he said. "I guess not. I'm here now though, babe."

She could feel his eyes on her body. She liked it. It made her feel wet.

She briefly imagined taking him by the hand and leading him upstairs and just letting him take her, bend her over the dressing table, that was very much his style, and just fuck her senseless.

But she didn't. She just yapped inconsequentially about the party last night instead, trying to find some connection.

It was hard to know when exactly her marriage had become a total sham. It certainly didn't start that way, at least for her. Even if, much later, she found out that he was cheating on her even before they were married.

He was well off when she first met him, she'd been impressed by the way he splashed the cash, but nothing special. He owned two shops in Romford and one in Chelmsford. Plans for something in London.

Izzy didn't really care about that though. She didn't even know any of that, the first night she slept with him, which was also the first night she met him.

She just knew that she thought he was sexy. A real man, ambitious, energetic, raw, alpha energy.

She was nineteen. He was thirty two.

He was also, she found out later, married, with two children.

It should have put her off. It didn't.

So she became his mistress and then, after the divorce, his girlfriend, then his fiancee and finally his wife.

She had her doubts of course, even as she walked down the aisle but it wasn't for another year or two, that she had proof.

But it was too late by then. Or maybe it wasn't, but either way, she stayed.

Eventually, she took a lover. Just for some comfort. And to feel wanted and desired by somebody, anybody, again.

For three months she had lived in mortal fear of how Mark would react when he found out. Sarah was right, he could be sweet, but deep down he was a ruthless, heartless shark.

In the end though, he just laughed. 'Just be discrete,' he'd said. 'Don't want people laughing at me, otherwise, fill your boots.'

It was perhaps the most devastating response he could have given her. Blank indifference.

She didn't fill her boots. She threw herself at him. She didn't want anybody else really, only him. Unfortunately, there were plenty of other people he wanted.

Yet, still she stayed. Besides, the money was serious now. The money he'd thrown around when they first met had been his first wife's. The divorce cost him dearly. He was lucky to keep the shops. To begin with, they'd lived in a tiny flat on top of one of them.

But he had a mate in the City with connections, and he was an early adopter of cut price third world manufacturing. Jacked up on cheap debt and cheaper supply lines and with a surprising grasp on teen girl fashions, he had embarked on a reckless spree of expansion.

The flat turned into a semi, the semi into a detached, the detached into a mansion. The store in London opened, then one on every high street. Money. Everywhere.

And then, eventually, Monaco.

When he suggested she move out here full time, she hadn't immediately realised that he wasn't coming with her. By the time she had it was too late.

Still, it wasn't a bad life. She had no responsibilities, sunshine, yachts, hot young men to keep her company.

It was stupid really that the real reason she stayed was because, deep down, what she really wanted was him.

So, here she was, in her best bikini, flaunting her body as she tried to chat up her own husband.

Giselle rolled over onto her back. Mark looked down at her lasciviously. Even Izzy had to admit she had a really great pair of tits.

Mark turned his attention away from his hot, young girlfriend to look back at his wife.

"It's good to see you. I've missed you."

"Really?" Izzy sounded more eager than she meant to.

"Of course."

He looked at her very tenderly and she felt her heart flutter. She knew what he was but she just couldn't help herself.

Giselle just lay there unmoving.

.

Anna was standing over by the house on the far side of the pool, watching her mistress and Mark getting reacquainted.

"Do you think she'll have any luck?"

Anna looked over at Sarah, who had just stepped out of the house and walked up to her.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," Anna replied stiffly.

"No, of course not," Sarah murmured back with just a hint of amusement in her voice.

"You know it's a bore though, I don't know anybody else here and all Mark's friends are just awful really. I don't begrudge her time with her husband but it very much leaves me at a loose end."

Anna shifted her gaze away from Izzy and looked Sarah up and down, seeming to consider something. Then she looked back at Izzy.

"You know I'm only staff."

"Oh, I'd say you were a bit more than that," said Sarah, lightly touching Anna on the arm. Anna didn't react.

On the far side of the pool, Giselle sat up. Neither Anna nor Sarah could quite help looking over at her firm, round boobs, as she put her bikini top back on.

She turned to say something to Mark, who, busy with his wife, made a dismissive gesture towards her. Giselle stood up and, walking round the pool, made her way past Anna and Sarah, not even acknowledging they were there, and made her way back into the house.

The two women watched her go by. She really was stunningly beautiful, long chestnut hair, smooth taut flesh, firm tight curves and long limbs.

"I'd say that looks good for our Izzy wouldn't you?" asked Sarah.

"Yes. I would," replied Anna.

"How long since they last did it, do you think?"

"Over a year. I think longer."

"You don't know?"

"Not with him. With all the others, yes."

"Oh Anna," said Sarah, voice suddenly full of compassion, "How do you bare it?"

Anna said nothing. Across the pool, Mark and Izzy suddenly both stood up. Mark took her by the hand and led her around the pool into the villa, Izzy looking adoringly at her husband as she followed him inside.

Anna watched them go. Sarah watched Anna.

...

In the main hallway of the villa, Giselle was sat in a corner on her phone. She saw Mark and Izzy go upstairs together. They didn't see her.

Suddenly she was aware of someone else standing over her. She looked up to see a sexy boy with a buff chest standing over her.

"Looks like we've both been stood up," said Kevin.

Giselle leaned back, checking out Kevin's body.

"Looks like it," she said.

...

Upstairs, Mark and Izzy were kissing in her bedroom. He hand his hands on her tits and her ass, as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth.

She felt so hot and wet, they way he took her, possessed her. He wasn't technically the best lover she'd ever had, he couldn't match Kevin in that respect. But he made her feel so wanted. And it turned her on so much.

She fumbled with his shorts and pushed them down eagerly. He lay back on the bed, his hard dick thrusting up from his body.

She climbed on top of him and took him in her mouth. It felt so good, to pleasure him again, feel his hot throbbing want in her mouth.

..

Giselle looked up at Kevin appraisingly.

"So, you're the boy toy, are you?"

Kevin laughed, "Yup, that's me."

"So, you must be pretty good in bed then?"

"Well, err, you know..."

"Look, I'm not really used to being passed over, especially for an old bitch like that."

"Well, you know, I think there's a lot of history there."

"I don't care. It pisses me off. I thought this was weird but he said it was all over. Just for tax reasons."

Kevin shrugged, "Rich people," he said.

"Well now I'm annoyed and all worked up."

Kevin thought she looked cool and composed but didn't say anything.

"I mean, I got my tits out and everything. And he ignored me."

"Those are great tits."

"I know. Now I'm all worked up and cross. And horny."

"You're horny?"

"Of course." She looked up at Kevin. "You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"So why doesn't he?"

Kevin suddenly leaned in and kissed her.

"I don't know. But I'm right here. And I really want to fuck you."

Giselle looked startled for a moment. Then she kissed him back.

....

Sarah and Anna stood side by side by the now empty pool.

"I need a drink," said Anna.

"Good idea," said Sarah.

The two women walked back into the villa, just in time to see a young couple scurrying out through a side door.

"Was that Kevin and Giselle?" asked Sarah, incredulously.

Anna just shrugged.

"Well", Sarah laughed, "looks like everyone is at it."

"Except me," said Anna gloomily.

"Come on," said Sarah, not unkindly, and led her into the kitchen. "Lets get you a drink.

....

Izzy was on all fours on the bed looking out over the big, deep blue of the Mediterranean. But she didn't see it. She wasn't aware of anything apart from Mark's cock plunging in and out of her.

She loved it when he fucked her like this. Owned her. Had her. Made her his. He hadn't even properly undressed her, just twitched her bikini bottoms aside, exposing her dripping wet pussy to him before entering her.

She loved how rough he was with her. He was always like this. He'd fucked her from behind the first night they'd met, in that terrible nightclub in Chelmsford.

No one had ever fucked her from behind before but she had loved it. She'd been his helpless slave ever since.

He was just such a fucking man. And she just loved being his little slut. She wanted to be his slut forever. More than jewels or mansions or fast cars, she wanted to be Mark Forester's little fuckpiece.

Nothing else made her feel wetter or more wanted or more alive.

...

"Eat my pussy."

Giselle lay back on the bed in Kevin's small apartment, a short motorcycle ride away from the villa.