"50 million dollars," I said on the phone to my wife Mel. "They signed on the dotted line committing 50 million dollars to the development! That means it's a go and that means commission down the line!!"
She knew I would be in on a sizable commissions as the properties sold, this my first real development deal, and one that I procured the final piece when my boss came down with COVID.
One problem. The couple investing thinks I'm married to Josh Striker, a physical therapist I had been seeing outside my marriage.
"They're looking to move to Des Moines," I told my wife, not sure why I was involving her so deeply at this point. I was still high that we got the signatures, without delay, and regardless of the outcome on a personal level, the money and the deal were done.
"Baby, maybe I meet you down at the Marriott, we can go out, celebrate the night away?" Mel asked, sensing my excitement and trying to work a little summer R&R into news.
"Rain check on the celebration, I've got to stay here late and wrap up all the loose ends," I said and added. "Plus, I'm still training for the race this weekend."
I hung up, knowing I didn't exactly tell my wife a lie, but I knew after three unbelievable orgasms yesterday with Josh, I wouldn't be up for dinner and sex. That and the Des Moines Half-Marathon was this weekend and I had become Josh's special project.
She also had been teasing me about Josh and all the time we spent training for the half marathon the past week and insinuating we were having an affair. It led to some cheeky sex with her, actually bringing us together somehow.
Josh and I did have a paramount day and evening last night. I stared at the wall, the visions of all of the positions we were in, our bodies tangled in a heap of lovemaking, both giving, both receiving. The throb of his cock echoed in my head from the recesses in my body, muscle memory now longing for more.
"Mr. Franklin?" Jennifer, Cash's secretary interrupted my sexual meditation. "I'm heading out. Good job today, they really like you. Oh, and who's Josh?"
"Oh, my physical therapist and trainer," I said. "We're training for the Des Moines Half-marathon, Tina and Jeremy saw us last night."
"Ah, that makes sense," Jennifer said. "I think they're confused some as they seemed to think you two were a couple."
"Yeah," I said smiling. "We spend so much time together so does my wife. Have a good night."
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On the drive home I wanted to call Josh, but didn't knowing he was dealing with his own family matters today. They were going to tell the kids they were separating and were going to make plans, find an apartment and all of that stuff. I couldn't seat drop into that with my happy news and the somewhat disturbing news of who I would now see on the regular.
It was past 11 o'clock and I slipped under the covers, just shorts on and put my arm around Mel as I normally did.
"The million dollar man," she said. "Give momma a little of that sugar would ya?"
"That's 50 millions to you," I joked.
We used to do a skit, back in our tailgating days, and that was her line and we would make out in front of everyone. I was nervous about performance as her arse rubbed back against my crotch, I couldn't notice if my cock was responding yet and decided to go away from our usual rub and fuck routine.
I slid down under the covers, my head like a ground squirrel heading down a hole in the lawn.
"What are you doing?!!" she said exclaimed, surprised as I was grabbing the elastic of her bottoms my hands were pulling them down to her knees. She wasn't much on impromptu changes in our sexual routines. "Donnie, for Christ sake."
I was on a mission, in case I didn't perform, she'd be satisfied (or repulsed) by my actions, more likely it would take me the level where I was aroused. I got up on my knees, the comforter falling off my head, down my shoulders and aside, her bottoms and panties in my hands. She looked back at me with an annoyed scowl, her naked cheeks starting to lower down, she wasn't a fan of dog style.
I grabbed her hips and plummeted my mouth to her crease, to her hole my lips pursed, then quickly driving my tongue inside. Her body bucked, protesting the aggressive move into something we'd never talked about, arse play much.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed, wriggling some more, my hands steadying her, fingers pushing into her flesh, she began to settle in and let me do my thing sighing. "Donnie...."
I felt my erection grow, my tongue sliding around her tight little hole, territory not covered much in our 27 years, two kids out of the house marriage. I applied many lessons learned over the last month with Josh and soon had salvia running out of her as she sighed and moaned to my efforts.
Sliding up I released some more spit in my hands, sliding it over my cock and pressed it to the hole for entry.
"Oh Christ! Fuck. Be easy...be gentle," she whispered, her head now in the pillow, may head pressing forward and inside her. "OHHHHH Donnie...."
I let it sit there, pushing just a fraction forward and back, getting her to relax a little before thrusting hard, purposefully.
"JESUS CHRIST!" she exclaimed, my skinny cock pushing through flesh, over muscle, planting it's flag deep inside her. "OH GOD!"
I pulled back and thrust again.
"FUCK!!!" she exclaimed, her head now buried in the pillows, I held it there and pushed against her collapsing her legs, my cock almost sliding out. I pulled her upright, putting her knees under her, my hands under her stomach. I slid one hand down and rolled my fingers over the hood of her clit and down, slipping inside. "Donnie, Ohhh....."
I began a short pull back with a quick thrust, rabbit fucking her while my fingers randomly penetrated her pussy, rolled over her clit and pulled at her folds. I got three fingers inside by pulling around and entering her just under my balls from the back side, holding it there and pulling her back with my other hand.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she sighed as I kept the quick pace going for a time, her head now looking back at the man over her, controlling her like he hadn't. I found it ironic that it took my falling in bed with a man to advance our sex life, to give me confidence. "Oh YES!"
Her exclamation and the warmth against my fingers indicated she had orgasmed, I pulled my fingers out and with both hands took her hips. I began a pull and push inside of her from base to tip and back, harder and harder, holding her up as her frame wasn't used to the force.
"YES! YES! YES!" she exclaimed, her head down again, elbows pressed into the mattress, taking my thrusts.
The frictions and feel of her flesh around my cock, the noise of our bodies joining and the smells of sex, drove my passion into her body. I felt it rise, the brewing of my orgasm, deep inside, pushing nearly all new offering I had for my wife. I pushed deep inside her her, and collapsed onto her back.
"Oh, Jesus, Yes," I half-whispered into her ear and let my load go inside her arse cavity. "Feel me...."
"Mmmmm," she cooed back, my lips now against her neck, the pulse of cum pushing out of me into her, her hips pushing back against me. "Lovely...."
We stayed there minutes after the last drizzle of juice flowed from my cock, she fell to the bed, my cock slipped out and my body covered hers.
"Congratulations..." she said and we drifted off to sleep.
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"Slow and steady, that's it," Josh said, our rhythm perfectly matched, our bodies lined up evenly. "Not to fast, remember, not to fast."
"That's what she said," I joked as his running commands mimicked something quite sexual. "Or that's what HE said."
Josh smiled, the weight of yesterday with his family evident the moment he stepped out of his car and we began. He didn't talk much, didn't ask me anything, just reviewing the last three days of workouts and race day.
"The one thing I know for sure is we're going to finish this and you're going to kick some arse." Josh said convincingly, slapping me on the back. "Your time on your long run, even after getting fucked hard, was amazing."
"Ha!" I said seeing his cheeky grin, the disconnect of the statement a big concerning. We had shared such an amazing evening and morning, then right back into his family drama, I knew the layers of this were immense and deep. "What are we doing after the race."
We were slow in our run, just trying to get miles in, that the conversation just happened and it wasn't difficult. I looked ahead, his face distant, his gaze forward.
"I told her there was someone," Josh said. "Even after telling the kids, the weight of that, I, I, just want it all out there."
"Oh, so I've moved status up to 'someone'" I kidded, yet this was significant. We were "just having a little innocent fun' he said one day after I had ingested a large load, cum dribbling down my chin. "I like that."
"Do you?" Josh said, his brow scrunched, a sharper response to my banter than I had anticipated. It both worried and disappointed me. "I mean, you're married."
We ran the last 1/2 mile in silence as I thought about this, he was right, we had just consummated our relationship a few times and his status was changing and mine was the same as it ever was.
We stopped and began stretching, his gaze now on me waiting for my next words.
