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Mr. Marcus's family life takes a new turn - Harriett gets a job. Will this give Harvey more time to cavort with the young ladies, or inundate him with chores while she's away? In this episode, Harvey accompanies Harriett on her first business trip. California, here we cum!
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Ants in his Pants
After years of donating her time to what she considered worthy causes, my wife Harriett finally tripped over a way to make a salary for essentially the same work. While at some do-gooder facility, she met a representative from a not-for-profit consulting company. No, the consultants aren't not-for-profit, just the opposite. They help not-for-profit companies do what they need to do - raise funds, raise more funds, or raise even more funds. How not-for-profit companies ever make enough profit to pay the consultants is beyond my feeble financial skills.
Anyway, Harriett landed herself a consulting position and a nice five-figure salary. Not enough for me to quit my job, although I was still considering doing just that whenever the first Zenellis checks rolled in.
On her first business trip - oh, didn't I mention? Harriett has to meet with the clients at their locations, all over the country. That would leave me at home. Alone. Well, hopefully not alone too often. Many of Annie's friends were attending local colleges and universities.
So, for her first client visit, Harriett's new boss plans on accompanying her, to make introductions and smooth the way. And since the client is in San Diego, he's bringing his wife and daughter.
"So, do you want to come?" Harriett asked.
I always want to cum, but she didn't have to ask twice if California was the destination, particularly San Diego. Annie, busy with school work, took a pass.
When Harriett and I arrived at the airport, I expected to see a threesome, but there were only two. Ed, my wife's boss, explained that his wife Evelyn was sick and had to stay home. On his arm, hugging the blood out of it, was his daughter Erica. She was chunky, at least what I could tell from her baggy clothes. She barely lifted her head, clinging to her father and sucking on a Tootsie Roll Pop that she infrequently pulled across her lips and stuck back in. I wondered if she was ever tempted to bite before she'd finished licking? Often, she dragged her hair from her face to avoid getting it on her lips' object of affection.
I sat on an aisle seat, Harriett in the middle, with a snoring slob at the window. Across the aisle, Ed was at the window seat with Erica practically in the seat with him. He seemed uncomfortable about her physical closeness, pulling at his collar and wiping his forehead with a hankie. All the while, she consumed more Tootsie Roll Pops. In the cab, I sat up front with the driver, a skinny man in print shirt and shorts, while Harriett sat with the conjoined father and daughter in the back seat.
At our hotel, a nice upscale building facing the ocean, a bellcap wheeled all of our luggage up the elevator. He unlocked the door and announced, "This is your room."
Room, singular? The momentary thought of Ed, Harriett, Erica and me all in the same bed brought on a half-erection. I'd never done a foursome. Hell, Harriett won't let me get within pricks distance.
"The room" was a suite with a large living room and two bedrooms, one on each side. A wall of glass to the balcony, and mirrored walls on both sides, gave the place an expansive feel.
Erica demanded to go shopping, but Ed demurred. Always ready with plastic in hand, Harriett volunteered to go in his place. Ed slumped onto one of two facing sofas only after the two ladies disappeared. In a rebound, he was at the in-room bar, twisting open a miniature bottle of hard liquor. "Want something?"
"Maybe a Cole and some pretzels." Who knows what beans I'd spill if I was inebriated with Harriett's boss. Not worth the risk for a pint-sized drink.
Ed had opened one bottle and chugged it straight down. He held three more between his fingers. We sat around on overstuffed sofas, facing each other, consuming goodies Ed had retrieved from the snack bar in the corner.
"I want to apologize for Erica's behavior," Ed said. "Quite embarassing, right?"
I remained silent.
"You've got one daughter, right?" he asked.
"Yes, Anna. In college."
"Erica has applied, reluctantly. Doesn't seem to want to make anything of herself."
Why did my mind jump to the thought of making it with Erica? She wasn't all that pretty, what I could see of her face behind shoulder-length brunette hair that almost constantly covered her face. And who knows what kind of body lived inside those droopy clothes? Never mind, I make it a rule never to sleep with the boss's daughter, or my wife's boss's daughter. Shit, I did fuck my boss's niece.
"She'll decide what she wants, eventually," said Ed. "Gotta give them space and time, right?"
Wasn't this guy sure of himself? Then why did he keep asking me for confirmation of his thoughts? I nodded.
He cleared his throat. "Tell me, does Anna ever walk around your house, uh, less than fully dressed?"
Hold on! Where was this going? None of the stories I had were any of Ed's business! "Sometimes. Why?"
"You saw her!" His finger pointed to the door to the suite. "Whenever her mother isn't around, Erica clings to me like, well, a wet shirt. She parades around the house, sometimes in bra and panties, sometimes nightgowns that show, well, everything. It's quite unnerving."
His little princess was hot for her daddy! "I'm sure its harmless. I mean, she hasn't done anything else, has she?" No way was I going to expose my secrets, but if good old Ed wanted to unload after four miniature bottles of booze, why not?
"Not yet, but who knows. I'm scared to go to bed tonight, afraid I'll wake up with her in my bed. Oh God! She's going to try and seduce me on this trip, I just know it. And that's wrong, right?"
My answer came almost too quickly. "Right!" So, what would be so bad? After all, doing it straight out would be better than if Erica showed up in a Betty Boop outfit and Ed didn't know it was his daughter. Except, would I have fucked Annie if she'd simply come into my room and peeled off her nightgown? Interesting question.
