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.
