Lust and Greed

© 2025 JoshFrom53

Dear reader, first of all I'd like to thank Turning502019 for his insights and help to turn this in a readable story.

Disclaimer.

Of course everybody and everything entertaining each other in sexual activities has passed the age of eighteen years old.

Warning.

This is a story and it plays out in my universe and my universe has no connection with the real world. So, please don't take it too serious. I know that I don't.

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Mum, the blinds from the house across the street are open and there's light in the house." Tommy said to his mother, staring out of the window.

Tommy heard a plate shatter on the floor. He turned around and saw his mother white-faced leaning on the kitchen counter.

Elsbeth, or sometimes Beth, Wecksford looked stricken at her eldest son. "Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes Mum, I just came back from my newspaper route, when I put my bike in the garage I noticed the blinds were open and saw the light go on.

"What's the matter Mum, you look scared."

"Nothing for you to be concerned about. Now wash your hands and call Charlie. We're eating in a minute."

Beth swept up the remains of the plate and threw them in the trash can. While setting the table she looked through the window at the other side of the street.

Tommy was right. The blinds were open and she saw a shadow moving around in the light. Now that the last residents had left, she had not expected the house to be occupied again.

If it was what she always feared, she has to face her demons.

What happened ten years before.

Charles and Beth Wecksford were entertaining their neighbors, Andrew and Melanie Mesman from across the street.

Earlier that day, Melanie and Andrew had a difference of opinion and that resulted in, to say the least, a heated discussion.

Andrew's career took off like a rocket after he investigated an accident that happened during building a bridge. Everyone was convinced that it was indeed an accident. That the load hanging in the crane hoists was secured wrongly and the hoist master was to blame.

When Andrew discovered that the lifting eyes on the load weren't examined, he checked them himself and found that they had been torn from the load.

When he wanted to examine the steel of the load his superior told him not to bother and refused to sign off on the order for the laboratory.

Andrew therefore paid for it out of his own pocket and the results were far-reaching. The steel was sub-standard and failed the specifications miserably. The difference in price was divided and pocketed between his superior and the engineering company.

As a result at twenty-six years old, he now held a PhD in Materials Science paid by the government and had his own investigation team to manage for the Ministry of Commerce, Industry and Safety.

He was also a member of the forensic expert's team for the Safety Council and as such was sent all over the world to investigate how disasters happened as they did. He was a volunteer and worked as risk-assessor and disaster rescue worker.

Andrew earned a very good salary and was also paid an on-site work allowance and a hazard allowance depending on the country in which the research took place.

He had also written a manual on observation and reconstruction that was compulsory reading for police, fire and ambulance personnel.

In all, he had a very nice income and a bright future ahead.

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Andrew's phone beeped once.

He took it out, looked at it and said, "I'm so sorry. Duty calls. There has been an explosion in an apartment building they're renovating."

"What! Not again. Every time when we are having fun, you leave me alone. I'm sick of it!"

Andrew sighed deeply, at the end of his wits before he replied, trying to be gentle. "Mel, we had this discussion before. I told you before I even proposed that my work would take me away at very inconvenient moments. It also pays for your lifestyle, remember?

"If Charles and Beth don't mind, you stay here and have fun. But I need to be at the disaster site. They're counting on me."

He stood up, looked at his hosts and asked, "I hope you excuse me and are willing to entertain Mel for the rest of the evening "

Charles replied while looking at his wife, "Of course, we don't mind at all. We'll take good care of her."

Relieved, Andrew left his neighbor's house to change into his working suit. Fire retardant underwear, tear-proof dungarees and jacket and a helmet. Of course, the obligatory attributes such as headlamp, flashlight, knife, multi-tool and finally a stainless-steel thermos flask filled with cold water with lemon juice.

An hour later he reported to the site coordinator.

Charles and Beth had indeed every intention to take good care of Melanie, but in a completely different manner than Andrew was thinking.

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Andrew slowly found his way on the first floor of the building. He had been assigned to the scout group to check whether it was safe enough for the rescue crew to start to work.

Drawing straws determined who got the most dangerous part of the building and Andrew drew the shortest.

He was deep in the part of the building that faced the quay of the marina, when another bomb went off.

The blast threw Andrew through a shattered window that wasn't shattered enough to prevent Andrew being cut deeply by a remaining shard.

Dizzy, with a loud ringing in his ears and pain all over he tried to stand.

When he succeeded, he looked around to see if there was a way out.

He froze for a few seconds.

Through the dust he noticed three lights blinking in a slow cadence. Blink, blink-blink. Blink, blink-blink.

Andrew staggered through the debris to see whether it was what he feared it was.

His fears were confirmed when he saw three cylindrical objects taped to a pillar.

Blink, blink-blink winked something attached to one cylinder.

He found his knife thinking;

If this thing goes off, I'm dead anyway.

and carefully started to cut the device loose from the pillar.

It was heavier than he thought it would be when he finally held it in his hands.

Sweat beaded down his face and his back was soaking wet when he threaded carefully his way through the debris. Stumbling and dropping it could have terrible consequences.

After what seemed hours, he arrived outside at the quay.

He noticed a reporter with a cameraman, or woman and shouted, "Get down! I have a bomb!"

He also noticed that 'blink, blink-blink' had changed to 'blink-blink, blink-blink, blink-blink' at an increased frequency.

Ow, fuck!

shot through his mind and he sprinted to the water.

He threw the thing as far as he could and with a splash it disappeared below the surface.

With a sigh of relief, he stood there. Numb from exertion and pain, still with the ringing in his ears and suddenly he had a headache.

The surface erupted into a fountain of water, mud and rocks.

It was the proverbial straw. Andrew toppled and went face down to the ground.

The reporter and the man holding the camera were not hit so severely by the blast and ran over to Andrew. The reporter tried to turn him over when the man in a sharp voice said, "Don't. Let him be." He pointed the camera at Andrew's side.

A bloodied and dirty, jagged piece of wired glass was sticking out from his side.

"How did that get in?" The reporter wondered out loud.

Then she snapped her head up, "Do you have it on camera?"

"All of it. That includes this hero." The man said distracted because he was fumbling with his phone.

"Yeah. We have a wounded man at the waterside of the building, he needs an ambulance quickly. There's a nasty piece of glass jutting from his side."

Not long after his call, men from the bomb squad arrived with an emergency nurse in attendance.

One of them growled, "Who, the fuck, sent him in before we could have a robot on the premises? Look at him! I'm going to rip somebody's balls off."

Some time later Andrew was airlifted by a helicopter to the hospital and the call to Melanie's phone went to her voicemail.

The morning after.

Melanie looked through the kitchen window to the house across the street, whether her husband was back yet. But the drive still was empty. She shrugged and turned to her hosts. "He's not home yet. Maybe it would be wiser for me to be there in case he comes home earlier than I actually expect."

It was not only that she thought it wise to do so, she also started to realize what she had done to her marriage and wanted to get away from the crime scene.

Melanie picked up her phone, ignored the blinking led that warned her for incoming messages and crossed the street.

The first thing she did was to take a shower to wash off the smell of sex and the last of the semen deposited in her by Charles.

Don't forget to get the morning-after-pill tomorrow.

Shot through her mind, remembering the night.

Charles pounding her doggystyle while Beth was licking her clit. Beth sucked his semen from her vagina while she was giving head to Charles. Melanie and Beth rubbing pussies and Charles jacking off while watching and last, but not least, Charles and Melanie missionary and Beth watching them and using a dildo on herself.

She still felt sore and bruised after the shower. She checked on marks, but Charles and Beth didn't leave any, much to her relief.

Dressed comfortably in a tracksuit, she turned on the television to kill the time until Andrew arrived from whatever he was doing.

Zapping through the channels,

noop, nothing, don't feel like that. Hey, maybe that is where Andrew was called to?

She kept looking and watched an excited reporter talk about a man that carried a bomb through the ruins of the building with a large piece of glass sticking from his side before throwing the device into the marina. Thus, he saved his fellow rescue workers from certain death.

Melanie's breath caught as she watched the images of the man holding the bomb and shouting a warning. It was her husband!

Andrew!

She screamed inside. Finally taking up her phone and noticing the blinking led again.

Numerous missed calls and one voicemail.

"Mrs. Mesman, your husband is severely wounded and has been taken to the University Medical Center for treatment. Please call us as soon as possible on number 0031 20 xxxxxxxx.

Melanie called the number, but the number was and stayed busy.

Across the street the Wecksfords were also watching the news and they too were shocked out of their feeling of contentment.

"I always thought it was some kind of man-game he was boasting about. You know, to boost his ego. Fuckin hell, the bugger is a real-life hero. Let's go over and ask how he is doing."

Upon knocking, Melanie opened the door. She was deadly pale and obviously had been crying.

"Do you know how he is?"

"No, I can't reach the number they gave me." Melanie sobbed.

"Do you know where they took him? I'll take you there."

Melanie nodded, "It was on the news. I'll get a bag. He'll need clothes and the like."

A few minutes later they were in Charles' car when Melanie started to sob. "I was angry at him for leaving that evening and I didn't even say goodbye to him. I betrayed him because of that and broke the vows I made to him."

Charles gave Elsbeth a meaningful look and Elsbeth began to talk to her, "Melanie, look at me."

Teary-eyed Melanie looked at Beth who said, "Andrew doesn't have to know what happened last night.

"You just tell him that you were angry, you had way too much to drink and stayed at our place, so we could take care of you.

"Only when you got home, you finally thought of checking your phone, which was in airplane mode, also because you were angry."

Melanie, relieved that she had a way out, asked, "And you'll back me up? Even when this was once, but never again?"

"Yeah, we don't even have to lie about it, only to hold back to some of what happened."

"It won't come back to bite me in the ass too?"

"No sweetie, I promise. We want this buried as deep as possible.

"Charles' employment contract states that he must be of impeccable conduct to prevent or avoid being blackmailed. If he loses his job, we would lose everything."

Relieved, Melanie replied, "Okay, as long as you two back me up on this storyline."

Slowly getting better..

Andrew was slowly recuperating. The shard had cut his liver and he had to battle an infection for two weeks until they finally found out what strain of bacteria caused it. His kidneys were bruised and there was still blood in his urine and he had a concussion.

Luckily his suit had saved him from worse. Only the shard had penetrated the tough fabric and that was a part of the window that he went through.

Melanie had, in these weeks showered Andrew with attention and care. Not only because she realized that she, indeed, loved him very much, but also to appease her conscience.

Just like Charles, she had no idea what Andrew had been doing after he was called in. She also had no idea what kind of work he did besides being an inspector and he was very vague about it.

The images from the television that showed her husband coming out of the ruins of a building where two explosions had already taken place, holding another bomb in his hands and throwing it into the marina were etched deeply into her memory.

Her husband did important, but dangerous work besides his office job.

Melanie tried everything to show her husband that she loves him. She was caring, attentive and willing.

But Andrew's body was still on the mend and he hadn't been able to satisfy her needs

Meanwhile Melanie was suffering.

She missed the intimacy of two people loving each other and the sexual tension that's created when a couple knows beforehand where, and how the day will end.

The other thing she suffered about were two blue stripes on several pregnancy tests.

Hot anxiety flushed through her body. She remembered the night and her intent to buy the morning after pill on Monday morning, only to be forgotten in the commotion around Andrew's convalescence.

They had made love on several occasions in the week before, even on the Friday night before their row, but she and the Wecksfords hadn't used any protection during that faithless night. That was obvious enough before she showered at home and during that shower semen still leaked from her cunt. She remembered condoms lying next to the bed, but she couldn't remember Charles using them.

Both were sitting, cuddling more, on the couch when Melanie made the decision to tell Andrew that she was pregnant.

With a kiss on his cheek she whispered in his ear, "Drew, can you take me to the doctor Monday? I have two positive pregnancy tests."

Andrew's mouth dropped open, "But that's wonderful. How long?"

"I think from the week before your accident. That was my fertile period and afterwards nothing happened between us."

Andrew looked guilty when he said, "Yeah, I'm sorry about that."

She gave him another kiss and replied, "Don't be, it will come in time."

Inside she desperately thought,

please Lord, I beg you. Let it be his?

Time glides by.

Melanie was shopping.

Andrew was now rapidly getting better and she wanted to buy something sexy that fitted her heavier breasts and expanding belly. Their love life was getting better too and she had to agree with herself that she did learn some tricks from her encounter with her neighbors.

She was careful not to introduce that all at once to avoid suspicion. Andrew accepted the explanation that she slept that night at the neighbors without problems, but introducing these tricks at once could make him ask awkward questions.

Melanie was looking at a sexy teddy with some inbuilt support for her growing breasts when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Melanie, I thought it was you. It has been a long time. I missed you." She heard Elsbeth say.

Melanie turned around, "Hello Elsbeth. It has been a while. Yes, I thought it wise to keep my distance."

Ignoring the remark about distance Beth followed up with, "You look radiant. How do you do that?"

"Being pregnant does that to a woman. And since we're talking, I'm going to pay for this set and then we'll have a serious chat over a cup of coffee."

"Eh, uhm, I am in a kind of a hurry." Elsbeth tried.

"It's not a request. I insist we have that talk."

"Can we talk at home?"

"Nope. Is not going to happen. I'm not going into your house ever again. Let's go. "

Ten minutes later Melanie and Elsbeth sat themselves down in one of the boots of the coffee shop.

Melanie just dropped the bomb, "I'm pregnant. That's obvious. The problem is that I don't know who the father is, your husband, or mine."

Elsbeth blanched, "You mean???"

"Yes, we were working on a baby and it was my fertile period. If you two hadn't seduced me."

Elsbeth tried to interfere but Melanie held her hand up and she shut up.

Melanie went on, "I know, I let myself be seduced because I was angry. He has been called away so many times. Both of you told me several times that his job can't be so important to make that so and that there must be more, or something else going on.

"So, when I was vulnerable, you plied me with enough booze to make me give in and now I may have a baby in my belly that doesn't have my husband's DNA.

"Suppose that's the case and he finds out? Can I come and live with you?"

Beth was taken aback by the directness of her young neighbor. She was also appalled by the fact that she hadn't had a chance at Andrew. That was the only reason that she went along with Charles' plan to seduce Melanie. There was a big chance now that she would never have a shot at him.

Melanie misunderstood the silence from Elsbeth and said, "I was joking, but I want a promise for the worst-case scenario. If the baby isn't Andrew's, you help me take care of the child. After all, in that case it can only be Charles'."

"Okay." Beth replied. "I sincerely hope it's Andrew's.

"Anyway, the men look quite alike so maybe Andrew doesn't even notice if it's Charles'. Especially if it looks after you.

"I take it that you're not going to tell Andrew unless he finds out one way or another. It would be very bad for Charles' career if his employer finds out that he fathered a child by a woman he is not married to, especially when that woman is married herself.

Okay, isn't good enough. Promise me in complete sentences and hands above the table."

"I intend to keep him in the dark. The repercussions would be horrendous and he will name Charles in an eventual divorce."

Elsbeth couldn't think herself out of this corner, put her hands on the table and said, "If Charles is the father of the baby, Andrew finds out and doesn't accept that, we help you to take care of the child. I solemnly promise you that."

"Good. And don't forget to tell Charles." Spoke Melanie while she stood.

"I'm going home and show Andrew that I am his loving wife until he is cross-eyed and

can hardly walk when I'm done with him."

Elsbeth sat in the booth for a long time after, pondering whether to, or not to break the news to her husband, or to wait until the baby was born. She also was quite angry that he didn't use the condoms he promised to use, when copulating with Melanie.

Meanwhile Andrew, oblivious to what was happening at home, was back at work and very busy. He had been promoted to project manager for the Safety Council and had to hit the ground running.

A baby is born!

It hadn't been an easy birth and the complications afterward made Melanie had to be operated on and needed several blood transfusions to survive.

Finally, mother and son were out of the woods and Andrew was holding the little boy in his arms to hand over to a drowsy mother.