I came home early; it had been one of those days from hell. Murphy's Law at work--if it can go wrong it will. Well, it could, and it did.
Meagan Murphy, the current number one box office sex symbol, who is scheduled to star in Ben Affleck's new movie, shows up on the set five months pregnant. The film has a four-month shooting schedule, and there's no way she can do it.
Ziggy Gnarly, lead guitarist for the Avengers, got busted the third time for coke, and they're charging him with dealing this time. A forty million dollar concert tour is in the toilet.
Then, my newest client, and Danielle's best friend, Jessica Collins, was scheduled to do a nine page photo shoot for Playboy. It was written into her contract that Hugh Hefner, the octogenarian pervert that owns the magazine, is forbidden to have any contact with her. Damned if he doesn't show up on the set anyway. So now, if Jess is going to do the shoot, I have to chaperone. Not that spending a day with a naked supermodel is the worst thing that can happen.
And THEN--aw fuck it-- I really don't want to talk about it. I peeled off my work clothes, donned my favorite pair of faded, shredded Levi's, poured myself three fingers of Chivas and downed it in one gulp. Then I poured three more, added some ice and flopped down on the couch to watch the Dodgers game.
My name is Jack Ingram, and I'm a talent agent. I'm forty-two years old, currently co-habitating with my nineteen year-old fiancé, a drop-dead gorgeous nymph, and the love of my life.
I tore open a bag of Doritos, and all of a sudden I heard this frantic clacking of nails on my polished hardwood floor, and this enormous shaggy-haired dog launched himself and landed right next to me on the couch. "Cooter! Off!" I yelled.
All my stern command yielded was Cooter rolling over on his back, and looking up at me with adoring eyes. This dog will do anything for a Dorito, and even dead asleep, he knows the sound of the bag tearing.
Cooter belongs to my best friend, Mark Regan, and Danni and I are dog sitting while Mark and his daughter, Kimberly, are spending a month in Mexico. I have an inkling about just how they're spending it, but it's really none of my business.
I hear a tuned exhaust roaring up the driveway and the squeal of brakes. It's Danielle and her red Porsche Boxster, trying to set a land speed record. She comes up behind me on the couch, leans over to give me a big kiss. Then she sees the dog on the couch. The white couch, now covered with black dog hair.
"Cooter, off! Go lie down in the corner, you bad dog." He pours himself off the couch, slinks across the floor on his belly, and lies in the corner with his head resting on his paws. I don't know how she does it, but Dani's got the touch. Cooter obeys her every command; he totally ignores me. She brushes the clumps of dog hair off the couch and flops down next to me. The kiss is exquisite, as it usually is-- full, soft lips, hungry mouth, lots of tongue. She pulls away and looks at me.
"You've got your 'it was a shitty day' face on, Jack."
"It's that obvious, huh?"
"Yeah. Want me to fix it?"
"Yeah."
She sat on my lap, straddling me, with her face next to mine. Thrusting her chest out, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. My eyes follow the emerging skin, until she has it completely open, revealing that sexy black lace bra that lifts her breasts invitingly. Danielle shrugs the blouse off and presses her cleavage into my face, smiling as my tongue travels through the valley in between them.
Leaning back, she unfastened the bra behind her, letting her tits spring free. Totally predictably, my cock starts to rise. They're exquisite, full, firm, perfectly shaped, capped with the sweetest pink nipples. I press my face in between them, and she shakes her shoulders, slapping me in the cheeks.
"Suck on them, Jack....mmmm....yeah, just like that."
My eyes have drooped to half-mast, with that dreamy far-way look. What shitty day? I couldn't remember a thing. Dani starts kissing her way down my chest, nipping my mat of hair between her teeth and pulling on it. Her mouth moves lower down, across my belly, down to the waistband of my jeans. I hadn't fastened the top button, and she slowly, teasingly, pulled the zipper down.
"Ooo, look what I found," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
Her tongue came out, and she laved my cock from bottom to top, stopping to flick it over that little flat spot just under the head. Danielle know where all my buttons are, and exactly how to push them. As my erection disappeared into her mouth, her hand went between her legs, and she started frigging herself with her fingers. I love to watch her play with her pussy.
She moved back onto the couch, on her knees, straddling me. Taking my throbbing cock in her hand, she aimed it right at her sweet spot, and lowered herself onto me. As many times as we've fucked each other, I'll never get over the thrill of entering her vagina. It's so tight, so hot, so wet.
"Feeling better, Jack?"
"Oh yeah."
She rose and fell on me; I thrust up into her. I could feel my cum churning in my balls, and I could tell by the way her cunt was squeezing me, that she was on the edge with me.
"OH GOD, JACK!"
"OH GOD, DANIELLE."
Just as both of our rockets exploded, the phone rang. Come-down time, cuddle time is mandatory in our sex life. We ignored the ringing interruption and let the machine pick it up. My half-inflated penis was still inside her; her tongue was in my mouth ....and the voice on the machine was Nicole, her mother, my former lover. Dani leaped up and my cock came out of her with an audible "Pop."
"Hi, Mom..... Oh, yeah things are just fine with us." She was still into heavy breathing from our lovemaking. "You did WHAT?.... Oh my God...... gosh, congratulations, Mom.... oh yeah, I got your email a couple days ago; that was soo hot.... no, I haven't told Jack about it yet, it'll blow him away.... When are we going to do it? I don't know yet, Mom, that's something we need to talk about.... yeah, you can help me pick out a dress-- if I wear one, that is....yeah, okay.... I love you too, Mom.... yes, I'll give Jack a big hug for you.... bye Mom."
"Sorry for the interruption, Jack. Oh look, I've got your cum running down my leg. Or is it mine? Hmm, seems like a mixture of both."
She scooped it off her leg, then licked her fingers clean. Danielle looks so beautiful after sex. Well, she looks beautiful before sex, too, but afterward she's got this radiant glow. Her long auburn hair was tousled, the ringlets at the ends, falling over her breasts. One of my many fetishes is a pair of nipples peeking through a curtain of hair.
"So what's the congratulations for?" I asked.
"She and John got married yesterday. They just went down to the courthouse and got a license and corralled a judge and did it."
"Jeez, that was in a hurry."
"Yeah; she's pregnant."
"Holy shit! Is she happy about it?"
"She sounds deliriously happy. Hey, I'm gonna have a baby brother. Or sister. Waay cool! Now if we have a baby, that'll be his uncle. Or Aunt. Hmm."
I hope she didn't see me cringe at the thought of parenthood.
"So what was this mysterious email about?"
"Oh yeah, remember that night when she was a little crocked and we were talking about her and John's sex life?"
"You mean when we embarrassed the shit out of her?"
