Chapter 1
Amy could feel Eric's cock as it filled her pussy. Her hands dug hard into the soft leather of the front seats of her Honda Pilot SUV. She was sitting in Eric's lap, her back to him, legs spread wide, her black cotton panties balled-up on the floor around one of her ankles, her long skirt in a bunch around her slender waist. Eric's hands expertly teased her stiff nipples and caressed her firm tits. Knowing how she would be spending the thirty minutes or so before her two children got out of school Amy had wisely left her bra at home.
Amy could sense that Eric was getting close to blowing his load into her waiting pussy. She wasn't sure what it was; the guilt of knowing what she was doing behind her Husband and her family's back, or the risk of getting caught in this torrid affair; the likes of which she had never participated in before in her life. In truth though Amy couldn't believe that she had ever even let this man touch her, let alone fuck her, sometimes several times a week. Maybe more of the story needs to be told in order for this all to make sense.
It all began near the start of the school year. Amy lived in a rich area of North Las Vegas in a mostly Asian community. Her children, as did most of the children in the area whose parents could afford the tuition, attended an exclusive private school. The vast majority of these families were Asian and rich. Most of the women didn't work but rather filled their days while their children were in school with shopping, walking, playing on Facebook and gossiping with each other.
So when news came that one of the school's parents, Jim and Michelle, had been arrested over an investment scam, that news ripped through the small community like wildfire!
Jim and Michelle had always stuck-out in the Asian community being among only a few of the non-Asian families who lived in the private gated community. Like most of the rest of the wealthy parents who lived in the area Jim and Michelle's children also attended the same private school as Amy's children.
It had taken a while for Jim and Michelle to work their way into the complex social circles which comprised the small community but over the course of the past three years or so Jim and Michelle eventually became welcomed as a part of the community. When asked what they did for a living Jim and Michelle mentioned they owned an investment brokerage firm. Occasionally, perhaps at a party Jim would talk casually to some of the other husbands and mention in-passing some of the crazy returns he and Michelle were getting for their clients.
It had all sounded so good. For a small investment of ten-thousand dollars Jim and Michelle practically guaranteed a return on that investment of 40-50%. Apprehensive at first many families only bought in for the minimum amounts but soon saw their bank accounts filling quickly with dividends. It was like owning part of a gold mine and many of Jim and Michelle's friends and neighbors quickly contributed larger and larger amounts expecting larger and larger returns.
Amy now felt the spasms of an orgasm beginning to ripple through her petite body. Beads of sweat ran-down her face as she closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and for a few precious moments forgot all about being a wife, a Mother or that her kids would be running-down the steps in front of their school looking for her SUV in less than fifteen minutes.
However as Ponzi schemes generally do, cracks began to form when the dividends began becoming smaller, dates when payments were expected were missed then Jim, Michelle and their kids disappeared without a trace. That was when the bottom fell-out and it was discovered that Jim and Michelle had walked-off with millions of ill-gotten gain, much of it from their friends and neighbors in the community.
Unfortunately Jim and Michelle were better at swindling investors than they were at making a clean get-a-way, especially with two small children in-tow and were caught a month or so after living under fake names two states away.
Amy could feel Eric's cock erupting deep within her pussy. Unable to contain all his cum she soon felt a trickle of it running-down her inner-thigh. Thankfully any mess which inevitably ended-up on the seats of her Honda Pilot could be cleaned-up quickly. Eventually. But first she was going to allow her Pussy to milk Eric's cock for all it was worth; she relished every spasm. She loved hearing his groans as his hands momentarily stopped their exploration of her mostly naked body.
It was after Jim and Michelle had been arrested that Eric had first come into the picture. Michelle was his only sibling and though the two spoke only rarely, when faced with fifty years in a Federal Prison and her children going into foster care Michelle asked her Lawyer to get in touch with her Brother Eric.
Eric had never been particularly close to his Sister or her family. He saw his Niece and Nephews once or twice a year and largely corresponded via E-mail or Facebook. However they were family so when Eric got the call about his Niece and nephew needing a Guardian, he immediately re-arranged his life, at least temporarily, to be with them.
Amy collapsed onto the seat next to Eric in the fetal position. She could feel Eric's cum running-down her leg. She knew she would need to clean-up and put herself back together shortly but for now she allowed her body a few precious moments of rest; her husband of fifteen years had never been able to fuck her the way Eric did.
Jim and Michelle's house was seized by the Treasury department so the first thing Eric did after driving the thousand miles from Seattle was to rent a condo in the same area. Despite all the turmoil in their lives Eric's Niece and Nephew seemed to be excelling at the neighborhood private school so he paid the remainder of their tuition to keep them there until the end of the school year when they would be transferred to schools closer to where Eric lived in Seattle.
The first thing Eric noticed when he arrived in the community was just how hated he was. People automatically assumed that he was just as crooked as his Sister and her Husband were. Eric was very successful but it wasn't from fool-hardy investment scams, rather he was a senior Engineer for a large aerospace company. He had never married but had dedicated much of his life to his career which afforded him a very comfortable lifestyle.
The community though did not see him that way and looked instead at him as if he were public enemy number one. There were slurs and insults hurled at him everywhere he went. One morning when he pulled-up to the front of the school to drop-off his niece and nephew he decided to put an end to as much of this turmoil as he could. He parked his car then got out of the car, told the kids to go inside the school then, his six-foot five frame towering above the mostly Asian, female crowd gathered around him he said,
"As you all know I am the guardian of Jim and Michelle's children. My name is Eric, I am Michelle's brother. I have never had any dealings with Jim and Michelle financially. I am sorry for the losses you all have sustained but I had nothing to do with any of it."
From the crowd someone yelled,
"You seem to live pretty comfortably with your shiny BMW. Do you actually expect us to believe that you had nothing to do with any of your Sister's scams?"
Eric replied, "That's a fair question. I am a senior Engineer at a large aerospace company based in Seattle. My career has afforded me a very comfortable lifestyle. I can assure you that this car was not paid for with your investments. When I was eight my Sister asked me to lend her money I had recently gotten for my birthday so she could open a Lemonade stand. I did and she promptly spent that money on Elvis Costello records. I never got that money back from her and from that day forward I have never lent nor given her a dime of my money."
Eric stood there for the next thirty minutes answering questions yelled at him from the crowd until slowly the crowd began to disperse. Amy stood there, silent. She and her Husband had lost quite a lot of money in Jim and Michelle's scam-It eventually had cost them their house-But she wasn't about to admit that in a crowd of her peers so she remained silent, though she had to admit that deep-down there was something intriguing about this man.
Amy heard the sound of Eric sliding his pants back-on next to him and knew that she too should be putting herself back together. Slowly she rose, stretched her arms out above her head and gave Eric a grin as she reached-down to her feet and retrieved her panties. Yeah she knew this wrong on so many different levels but she didn't care. Eric gave her a quick peck on her lips just before he opened the door and got-out of the rear of the SUV leaving Amy to pull her top back over her sore nipples and to clean-up the mess on the seat below her.
Five minutes later, clothes back in all the places where they belonged, rear seat cleaned and a fresh dusting of Febreeze in the air, Amy sat in a line of other luxury SUV's and sedans stopped in front of the school waiting for her two children. She could see Eric sitting in his BMW sedan four or five cars in front of her SUV.
It hadn't taken very long for Amy to find-out where Eric lived. She saw his BMW drive-by her condo frequently on the way to his own condo. Amy soon realized that he lived just around the corner from her in the same gated community. She watched his moves for a couple of days. He was definitely a creature of habit; every evening after he picked-up his niece and nephew he returned home, parked his car in the garage then walked across the street to a set of communal mailboxes. Then he walked back into the garage, usually with a messenger-type bag hanging over one shoulder, shut the door and rarely went anywhere after that. Soon Amy knew how she was going to confront this man.
A couple of days later the time seemed right for her to get the answers she was looking for from this mystery-man. It had stopped raining a couple of hours earlier and it was crisp, cool and a little damp as day faded into evening. It was after dinner and Amy made certain her children were busy with their homework then told her husband who was working in his study that she was going for a walk. He barely acknowledged her as he quickly returned his focus to an E-mail he was writing. The last thing Amy did before leaving the condo was to go upstairs and change into a pair of nylon work-out pants and a hooded sweatshirt with a large pocket on the front. Inside that pocket she slipped a small .22 revolver her Husband kept hidden in their closest.
Amy waited in the bushes along a block wall. She was hidden from view but had a clear view of Eric's house. Right on time, five minutes after she crouched-down in the wet brush she saw Eric's garage door open and watched his car pull into the garage.
Amy heard Eric instruct his niece and nephew to go inside and start their showers and their homework as he walked towards the mailboxes, a satchel draped over one shoulder. His back was turned to the brush where Amy was hiding as he opened the mailbox. That's when Amy made her move and snuck into the open garage door, hiding against the forward wall next to the open garage door. This was so unlike her; she had never felt this charged-up in her life! Normally a very submissive woman loosing her house and almost all that she loved she was convinced that Eric knew more than he was letting-on. Just then she heard Eric's soggy footsteps coming into the garage.
Eric walked back into the garage studying the day's mail. He stopped near the front of his car and clicked the garage door opener as he tossed some junk mail into a nearby trash can. As the door was lowering Amy made her move.
"Stop what you're doing! I have a gun and I want answers!" Amy said as she pulled the revolver from her sweat shirt and walked towards Eric, her hands shaking.
In the next instant Amy saw Eric pull a large, semi-automatic gun from his bag. He grabbed her, knocking the gun she held out of her hands before he roughly pushed her up against his wet car and held the barrel of his gun to her head. Amy felt the cold steel from the barrel of the gun pressed hard against her temple. Just then she heard the garage door slowly close as she stood there with Eric pinning her to his car.
"Do you have any other weapons!" Eric barked as he kicked the revolver she had been holding across the floor and set his out of her reach on top of the car.
