Always Available Ch 02

This is Part 2 of Always Available. Laci's husband, Ryan has come back from his latest business trip, only to hear his boss, Marshall Collier, and his own wife, Laci, having sex. Enjoy.

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"Honey, welcome home."

After walking downstairs with Marshall, we saw my husband standing in the living room. Already knowing of his arrival, it was no surprise. Standing there in simply a pair of nylons and my white high heels, my nude body displayed all the signs of sex. My boobs were red from Marshall's pudgy hands, my legs were a jello-y mess, my face showed sheer exhaustion. Suffice it to say, my husband's boss fucked my brains out.

"Thanks," Ryan answered, barely audible.

"So, Colin told me about the account you secured. Well done, young man!" Marshall said, clapping my husband's shoulder. When Marshall finally looked at Marshall, what he saw was not a pretty much. His hair, a comb over, desperately trying to mask the bald spot, now was a mess, this sweat he'd built up from our intimacy, hadn't disappeared. The only thing Marshall had on, was his underwear. The look of this man, was nothing short of disgusting, his fat belly, and the unhealthiness of his demeanor.

Looking down, my husband answered Marshall with a simple, "I'm glad you're happy, sir."

Looking at me, Marshall brushed me toward the kitchen. "Laci, would you be a dear and bring Ryan and I a glass of bourbon.

"If you'll both excuse me," I immediately said, pecking my husband on his cheek.

"Click Clack! Click Clack!"

Hearing my high heels on the hardwoods, I would disappear in the kitchen.

"Sit, son," Marshall said, pointing towards the couches. "Enjoy a drink with me." Doing as requested, Ryan joined him.

Walking back in the room, I had the 2 glasses of bourbon in my hands. Handing one to each, I joined my husband, sitting beside him.

After they spoke for about 15 minutes, Marshall was already pining for me again.

"Ryan, be in my office by 9 am tomorrow, so we can talk about your probationary period, and future. Let me get with my team, and we'll go from there," he started, as he was standing up. "Get a good nights sleep in the guest bedroom tonight." Looking at me, Marshall added, "Don't wait up for your wife, she'll be with me a while longer." Without another word, Marshall took my hand, and led me back upstairs to our bedroom.

Knowing the guest bedroom was directly under the master bedroom, the guilt I was dealing with at that moment when I lay back down on the bed in the usual spot and awaited Marshall. Making his way between my legs, the sorrow I felt, was masked by a forced smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

Placing my legs up in a "V" I felt his penis knock at my vaginal entrance.

"Oh Marshall!" I moaned. With a single push, I accepted every inch of my lover.

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"Ahhhhhhhh!" The sounds of Marshall's latest triumph echoed in our room. Filtering down below into the guest room, Ryan, shifted in bed. Covering his head with his pillow, the chaos upstairs was dying down.

"Oh yes, Marshall," I seductively moaned, as a final cluster of his baby makers filled my cavern. Looking into his eyes, Marshall's body was slowing its' uncontrolled movements. Finally ceasing, a smile, full of relief appeared on his face.

"Looks like we're keeping your husband," he stated. "But you are to not inform him. He will be on a very, short leash." With my hands still resting on his shoulders, and my legs still pointing upwards, I nodded, still panting.

"I..I.. un..understand," I told him.

Backing out of me, his penis left me with a "PUHLOP!" Feeling the immediate ache from the empty opening, the cum he just filled my cavity with began its' pursuit of the exit. Releasing my legs, they fell onto the mattress, numb.

"Go to your husband, Laci," he stated, as he picked up his cell, "Michael will be here before your husband leaves to... keep you company."

As I was gathering my robe and my negligee, I turned to Mr. Collier. "What do I tell him about my pregnancy tests?" I asked, shame at the forefront.

"The truth," he said pointedly. "But not until I say so, Mrs. Lawrence. I need his full, undivided attention."

"Yes, Mr. Collier," I softly declared, walking carefully out of the bedroom.

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Walking into the guest bedroom, I could see my husband with the pillow over his head. Just the shame I feel made it difficult standing there looking at my husband. Removing my robe, I walked into the bathroom. After cleaning myself of Marshall's loads, I put on Ryans' hoodie.

As I went to join him in bed, I'd tried to be quiet as I moved the blankets back, and getting under them. As I lay my head on the pillow, I instinctively, reached over and rested my arm around him.

"Laci," I softly hear. "Just... don't." The venom in those words caught me off guard. Taking my arm off him, I lie flat on my back, willing myself to sleep.

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At 7:30am, as I was putting the finishing touches on my outfit I'd have on for Mr. Brown, one of Marshall's executive I've been with a few times, Ryan came into the room with Beatriz in his arms.

"Michael's car just pulled up," he solemnly said.

"Oh goodness, he's early!" A mild panic in my voice. As we made our downstairs, Ryan gegan putting Beatriz in her carseat. Since Ryan takes her to the office and drops her off in the daycare room, it just made it easier gor when I had guests.

Opening the door, the older gentleman stood there, already undoing his tie. "Let's get to the bedroom young lady," he demanded. "I have meetings at 10:15."

Clearly seeing the disgust on my husbands' face and him fidgeting with the baby's carseat, I spoke. "Please be patient, Michael," I started. "They were just leaving. I didn't know you'd be here so early."

"Always available Mrs. Lawrence, remember? I don't like waiting," He exclaimed, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"Honey, I need to go with Michael," I ashamedly said. Taking his hand, we headed up to the master bedroom.

No sooner arriving to the bedroom, Mr. Brown

demanded the usual. "Show me." His order, final.

Slowing beginning to unbutton my burgundy front button blouse, my eyes never left his. After freeing the last button, the blouse opened, my tits appearing. Next, I took hold of the hemline of my skirt, a leopard print type, and slowly, yet methodically begun lifting it up over my legs. As the shine of the suntan pantyhose came to view, I saw a tent appear in the front of his pants. Once over my waist, I twirled around, slowly.

"I'm ready for our private time, Michael," I seductively. Getting onto the bed and finding my usual spot, I put my head on the pillow. Opening my legs, I continued. "At my hips, or a hole in the gusset," I submissively asking, twirling a lock of hair in my fingers.

"Surprise me," he said, his pants now fully off.

Crooking my index finger, I pushed the nail into the fabric of the hosiery until it gave way. Creating a nice home, I adjusted myself on the bed.

"Always available," I mewled, as he made his way between my legs.

Ohhhh Michael," I lustfully claimed, feeling his weight settle on top of my body while pushing swiftly into me.

"Wrap those young, European legs around me, Mrs. Lawrence," he demanded, helping them up.

As soon as my legs were around him as much as possible, a weary smirk appeared on my face.

"Show this young woman what an old, powerful man can do," I softly said in his ear. "Fuck me to death."

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Barely 2 minutes and Michael hips weren't wasting time.

"Oh Baby," I yelped, as he slammed down into me. "E..Easy please," I panted.

Hearing the door downstairs open then close, the shame I had already felt, began to dissipate. But at least my daughter wouldn't have to hear mother and a man 25 years her senior having intimate relations.

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Mi..Michael! Yes ba..baby! oh god yessss," I yelped. Holding my legs spread as wife as he could spread them, Mr. Brown pummelled my insides. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

Finally after an hour of fucking, I could sense his labored breathing. "Cum..cum in me.. swe..sweetie," I mewled, whispering in his ear. Looking up at the ceiling, the view from above was..interesting.

An older mans body, not athletic, or taken care of, his buttocks would wrinkle every powerful thrust into my pregnant body. With a final propulsion as deep into my tunnel as he could go, I felt his climax.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhyessssss!!" He grunted through gritted teeth. Wave after wave of his mature splooge shot into my cunt, painting the walls of cervix. Shaking uncontrollably on me, I felt his desperation in ridding himself of his load.

Finally ceasing movement, we both lie there heavy breathing. Running my hands over his back and through his greying hair, he fought baliantly to regain his breath.

"Good god, La..Laci," he panted, sweat on his forehead. "You're going to be the death of me." Releasing my legs, they fell to the mattress, while he slowly lifted himself off of me.

Pulling out, a huge mess followed. On his spent privk, a layer of our combined sex gleaned in the confines of the bedroom. My pussy, worn and battered had a dandruffy layer on my landing strip. My vulva, puffy from the pounding it took, allowed cum to flow freely onto the linens and into my nylons.

"I'm glad you enjoyed our time," I exhaustively said. Managing to sit up, the ache I felt was legendary. A man of his age, and weary body managed to enjoy fucking the 31 year old woman that lie under him. Removing my pantyhose I looked back. "Are we finished for this session?" I asked, wornout.

Putting his slacks back on, he replied, "As always young lady, no complaints." As he walked over to the other side where I was, I took him im my mouth. "Clean me, Mrs. Matthews. I can't afford stains on this shirt. It cost me $500 dollars."

Swallowing him whole, I suckled until he came down my throat 5 minutes later. Securing the final butyon on his shirt and grabbing his blazer and keys, we heard the doorbell ring.

"Good timing, eh Laci? Bob's here," he said, speaking of Robert Smith.

"Yes, it is," I softly said, uneasy about Robert's arrival.

"Glad I warmed you up for him," he snickered. "He's pissed off the Jones account fell through. He's been talking about your pussy all yesterday."

"Well if you could be send him up here, that wouod be appreciated," I feigned, fake desire in my words. "I need to put a clean pair of pantyhose on."

With him leaving the bedroom, I proceeded to refresh myself, awaiting Mr. Smith's turn.

Closing the door behind him, an older female voice said, "Adios Senor Brown," as his footsteps silenced going down the stairs.

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Hearing footsteps grow closer, I was standing to pull my new pantyhose taut over my waist. Taking a quick look at my phone, it was now 9:30 am. A simple, "Bea is in daycare. Meetings all day," was left by my husband.

Just when I put my phone down, Robert Smith walked in. A big, burly man who is Marshall's ride-or-die, was already unbuttoning his shirt. At 64 years old, he still professed a body, although aged, was still intimidating.

"It's about time your husband came back," he exclaimed. "Ol' Marshall enjoyed that pussy for the whole time. Now I get my turn."

Hearing the disgusting lust in his words, the anxiety I felt was astonishing. "Lose the dress."

Quickly shedding my body of the dress I began backing toward the bed, my legs touched the mattress. "How would you like my legs today, Mr. Smith," I asked, submissively. "The usual way, or diffferent?"

"Laci," Robert said, with a menacing look. "You know what I expect."

Settling on the bed, I lay my head on the pillow. Lifting my butt just off the mattress, I took my index fingers and seductively took my pantyhose down to just below my hips. With Michael Brown's cum still matted on the hair of my mound, I readied myself for the, absolute, most awful of the 4 men I entertain. Opening my legs, I softly whispered, "At your service...Robert."

No further prompting needed, the elder gentleman took his, seeningly, rightful place between my nylon clad legs.

"You could have everything you desired, Mrs. Lawrence," now slapping his fuckstick at my entrance. "All you need to do is lose your pathetic husband and be our....relief unit, and you and your kid would worry about nothing ever again."

Keeping my eyes fixated on his impressive stature even at his advanced age, I felt him begin pushing forward. Our eyes full of lust, I sensed my vulva parting. Feeling the angry purple top entering me, raw, I really had hoped that, today, he would have ordered a blowjob to start.

As many times as I've...entertained these men, he rarely wants a blowjob. "Takes too long, young lady," he would say. "I only want to fuck that pussy and fully enjoy it." Just the crassness of his words turning what I'd hope would have been an enjoyable session only disgusted me more.

Inch by inch he sluiced his way down my formerly empty tunnel. Bottoming out a few seconds later, he settled himself on top of me. Why old men seemingly want missionary sex mostly, befuddles me. Is it the full control? Is it watching my face as they pump me? Whatever it is, this position feels the most demeaning to me.

Squishing my tits with his own chest, he took both of his hands and lifted my legs. Placing my already exhausted limbs into a 'V'.

"I can't get enough of you, Laci," he said beginning to pump my pussy. "The fact that you are pregnant again and already have a kid from Ryan, is the only reason I haven't offered you, personally, to be my personal liaison."

"Well just enjoy yourself," I mewled, placing one hand in his grey hair while the other rested on his shoulder. "Fuck me, Mr. Smith. Make me scream."

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20 minutes later...

"Unh! Ahh! Unh! Ahh! Unh! Ahh!"

Trading grunts and moans, the banging of the headboard into the wall, was music to Roberts' ears.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Ba..baby! God yesss!" I squealed, as his pussy pounder took its' turn.

Harder and harder his hips slammed down into my body.

Feeling our sweat accumulated on our bodies, just the aura in the bedroom was intense. Fucking for 20 minutes, and having already endured an earlier session, I was pooped. The numbness in my legs, now resting on his lower back slowly began to recede.

"Fuck yes," Robert creaked, gritting through his white teeth. "I can fuck this day in and day out."

Sensing his telltale signs of pending conclusion, he took my legs off of his back and placed them behind my head. Feeling the toe of my high heels on either side of my head, now touching the pillow, he really began giving to me. "Unh! Unh! Ung! Ung!"

The high intensity moans now echoing off the walls, only exacerbated the icky, gooey matter making its' way upRoberts gard pumping shift.

"I'm fucking cumminggggggg!" He yelled, I'm positive, alerting the homemaking staff. Slamming forward on last time, he locked his groin against my upturned legs. "Yesssssss!"

Immediately, pulse upon pulse joined whatever semen Mr. Brown pumped into me, not 40 minutes earlier. Spraying the entrance to my, currently occupied woman, he shot what seemed like 4 powerful shots into me.

Shaking uncontrollably above me, Robert was. doing his best to eradicate his pent up lust fully. Unable to even control the twitching in my own legs, still over my head, I finally felt his explosions lessen.

Letting go of my legs, they flopped hastily on the soiled mattress. In the mirror above the bed, I noticed the runs in my nylons along the inside of my thighs.

"Ho.. holy shit," Robert said, panting. "You're gonna.."

"Be the death of you?" I interrupted, trying to calm my own breathing. "Michael said that to me, earlier."

Once our breathing stabilized, we proceeded to get dressed. "I'd better get to my meetings," he said, buttoning his shirt.

As I was putting my robe on me, the sheer enervation streen on my face was evident. "Well, I hope our time together helped take any stress or anxiety you had built up." Now removing my nylons and tossing them in the trash, I saw him grab his jacket.

"That's all you're good for Laci," he stated, the words stinging.

Nodding, I stood up and sauntered up to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stood on my tiptors and pecked his lips. "Well just inform Marshall when you want to see me again. Remember, I'm always available. no matter when."

Watching him leave the bedroom, his steps on the stairs slowly faded. Hearing the front doir open, then close, I finally released an exasperated sigh.

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Later that evening, as I was putting the finishing touches on remaking the bed, I heard our car pull up into the driveway. Making my way downstairs, I went outside to help my husband.

Walking over to the back passenger seat, I removed Bea from her carseat. Wiith her in my arms, I followed my husband to the frint door. After closing the door behind us, Iset Beatriz down and watched as she scampered into the main living room.

"How was your day?" I asked, taking Ryan's coat and hanging it on the rack.

When he finally looked at me, his attention now mine, his eyes moved up and down. Sending hus unease, I felt that same tension that is now prevalent in our lives.

"How much longer are we going to do this, Laci," He asked, the concerning dusgust etched on his first.

"What do you mean?" I retorted.

"This," turning about in the house.

"I.. I don't know," I answered, honestly.

Nervously playing with my fingers, I wasn't even sure of my marriage. Not that I didn't love my husband. I love him, unequivocally. Rather the compounding shame I now live with from every intimate I encounter withthese men, has left me scarred. And the fact Marshall has forbade me, as of now, to inform my husband of my pregnancy, is going to gnaw at me.

Looking at me with a look of, clarity, Ryan went to the den and closed the door behind him. When I brought him dinner later, I had reminded him of Marshall's staying with me tonight. Knowing I'd been with two men earlier that morning, him not even looking up from his computer, felt more like a slap than anything.

"Enjoy your time with him Laci," he said in a mocking tone. As I was closing the door, I heard him add, "You must enjoy all of it.

Standing outside the door in the hallway, a tear formed in my eye.

Ch. 3???