1. When Trixie Ann got home (late, after her MBA class), she first checked on Judy, her daughter and Eddie, her son. They were asleep and did not wake when she straightened their covers and kissed them softly on the cheek. Then she made her way quietly to the master bedroom. Her husband Alan was already in bed. He greeted her sleepily and rolled over.
She went to the bathroom and locked the door before she put on the mirror vanity lights. Quickly, she stripped off all her clothes. She wadded her ruined pantyhose and put it to her nose for a moment, inhaling the slightly sour smell of Jack's and her sexual secretions, before putting it in the trashcan underneath the sink. Her suit would need to be dry-cleaned, she thought.
Naked now, she examined herself carefully in the mirror. Her lips were slightly puffy from Jack's bites, but it was not really noticeable. She plumped a breast in each hand and scanned them. Purple and red bruises were beginning to appear on and around her nipples -- they grew brighter as her nipples puckered under her ministrations. She ran her fingers over her crotch. Her cunt felt sore, but it was a surprisingly pleasant feeling. She turned around and examined her rump. Jack's spanking had left angry red welts. Unconsciously she heard her high-pitched voice repeating over and over: "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!"
She took a long and luxurious shower and then spent an equally long time anointing her breasts, crotch and rump with moisturizers and creams. It was past midnight when she finally climbed into bed, still naked. Alan was now snoring gently and did not wake.
The weeks following her encounter with Jack were very difficult ones for Trixie Ann. She hesitated for days about calling Jack's secretary regarding his promise of the new tires for her car. When she finally did, she decided to call his direct line and waited breathlessly while it rang. When it was picked up, it was a woman with an upper class British accent: "Farah Hojjat, executive assistant to Mr. Grierson."
"May I speak with Mr. Grierson?'"
"I am afraid that Mr. Grierson is in a meeting. May I take a message?"
Trixie Ann hesitated. After all, Jack had asked her to call his secretary.
"My name is Ms. Peters. I am calling about ..."
"Oh, Ms. Peters. Yes, we have been expecting your call. I will transfer you to Mr. Grierson's secretary, who will take care of you."
It turned out to be ridiculously easy -- Jack's secretary came on the line and gave her the address of an auto repair shop. When she went there, she found that everything was paid for -- she just had to wait for an hour while they did the work.
What was difficult was dealing with the aftermath of Jack's brutal and thorough fucking. Her husband grew amorous a few days later, but this merely served to underline the inadequacy of her sex life. The memories of her wild orgasms with Jack flooded her mind many times a day. She would be working hard in her cubicle and when the memories seized her, she would feel herself go weak and her breath quicken. She would get moist and sometimes even wet. She took to carrying spare panties to work in her purse and would have to change when her crotch got too wet.
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2. Meanwhile, things were very busy at the Grierson household. The wedding of Martin and Isabelle was now a week away and a thousand details had to be dealt with. Carmen was increasingly excited -- up at the crack of dawn and working over details till late at night. Isabelle was in the whirl of arrangements with caterers, flower shops, the bridal store, and more things than she had thought possible. Jack got little chance to see her and was building up a huge reservoir of sexual frustration.
The wedding was on Saturday. On Thursday, Isabelle's sister, Cecile, came over from her Massachusetts boarding school. Isabelle's mother Simone was due to arrive on Friday from her French chateau. Cecile was to share Kelly's room, using the spare bed there, while Simone was to stay in the guest wing of the mansion, in an adjoining suite to the one that Isabelle herself occupied at the moment. Jack took off from work Thursday morning and came home for lunch. Carmen met him in the entrance hallway and they exchanged a quick kiss. Jack managed to grope her breasts before she twisted away giggling, "Silly boy! Isabelle's kid sister Cecile arrived this morning. She's a young thing, just turned eighteen -- great company for Kelly. They seem to have hit if off really well." She led the way into the house. 'We're eating in the parlor. Lunch is laid out and I've sent Anna to round everyone up.'
Martin and Isabelle were already seated at the dining table when Jack entered. He threw his briefcase on a window seat and threw his jacket and tie on top of it. Martin waved a hello and Isabelle got up and came around to give him a kiss on the cheek. He sat down opposite them and said, "Well, the gathering of the clans begins!"
"Just the three of us de la Roque women, Jack," said Isabelle, laughing. "The clan is all on Martin's side."
Carmen returned and added, "Jack has no relatives either. The guest list is heavy on my relatives, I am most happy to admit."
Kelly and Cecile entered together and Jack had a hard time keeping his jaw from dropping open. Cecile was built like her sister, with firm breasts that would get fuller, and long, athletic legs, but rather darker blonde hair. She wore a black net tank top that highlighted rather than concealed her florescent orange bikini bra. The bra had a halter neck with a tie at the nape and white splotches over her nipples that emphasized the lumps they made in the fabric. She had on a black flowery print skirt that was just above the knee. However, it had such a low waist that Jack almost thought he could see the beginning of her mount. She wore thong bikini panties whose hip straps rode high above the waist of her skirt. She made a curtsey when she came in and pirouetted. Jack felt she did so on purpose to show off the butterfly-shaped back of her thong that rode high above the waistband of her skirt. Then she walked into the room, swinging her hips enticingly.
"Oh, its so good to see you girls," Carmen cooed, seemingly oblivious to Cecile's appearance. "Let's sit down to lunch."
Carmen seated Cecile by Jack and Kelly at the foot of the table, facing her. Carmen and Martin began talking about their morning spent at the church with the minister and organist, going over last minute details of the ceremony and music. Isabelle looked on with mild interest and caught Jack's eye now and then, shooting him a look of amusement. Jack felt he should make conversation with Cecile, though he had only a very vague idea of what would interest her. Boys, probably, he thought.
"So, is your school coeducational?" he asked.
"Oh, we have boys alright," Cecile said in the charming Franco-American accent that she shared with her sister.
"Well if there is anything I can do to make your stay with us more enjoyable, just let me know," Jack said, feeling he had done his duty.
Here she leaned over and said in a throaty whisper that only Jack could hear, "You better stop fucking my sister."
Jack face registered his shock for a millisecond before he regained his composure and wondered if he was hearing things. Isabelle caught his look and smiled. Jack turned to look at Cecile with a tight smile and said, "I'm sure that Kelly will help you feel at home."
She leaned over and whispered again, "If you don't do as I say, I'll tell your wife about Isabelle and you."
"I see," said Jack slowly, "I"ll see what I can do."
He chewed his salad carefully, his mind whirling through the possibilities. Cecile dressed to show off her extremely sexy body, and she clearly enjoyed the power it gave her over men. But was she just trying to show she could control him or did she really worry about her sister? Carmen tolerated his philandering, but would she be as accepting of Jack fucking their daughter-in-law? Even as he thought through the possibilities, he
was mentally undressing her. At eighteen, she was a few years younger than her sister, Isabelle, but they could have passed for twins.
The maid had just cleared away his salad plate and set down his main course when he felt his pants being unhooked and his fly unzipped. With an effort, he avoided looking at Cecile and concentrated on cutting his meat. He wore no underwear and she quickly began to fellate his cock under the table. In spite of his best efforts, Jack's hard on was raging virtually at once. She began to give him a slow hand job, pausing every so often. He sneaked a sidelong glance at her -- she was playing with her food with her fork in her left hand and smiling maliciously.
Jack worked very hard to keep a poker face. The strain was enormous, though and a bead of sweat formed on his brow. Carmen, Martin and Kelly were oblivious to his condition, but Isabelle shot over searching looks now and again.
Jack did not know what to do. He slid a hand under the table and tried to extricate his cock from her grip, but she would not let go. Her ministrations were so expert and erotic, that he could not calm his member. It remained engorged and at her mercy. Then she dropped her fork under the table.
"Oh excuse me, I've dropped my fork," she announced before diving under the table. In short order her young lips slid over his cock head and she quickly began sucking on him. Her lips formed a tight seal around his cock and her small pink tongue flicked at his dimple, lapping up musky pre-ejaculate.
Just as quickly, she was gone. She sat back in her seat, continued to fellate him with her right hand and put her left forefinger in her mouth and made a gentle sucking sound. "Mrs. Grierson, what you serve at your table is exquisite!"
Carmen looked up from her conversation, slightly annoyed, but still pleased with the compliment. "Oh, thank you, dear," she said vaguely, before returning to her discussion with Martin.
Poor Jack was now in a physical agony. She kept speeding up the rate at which she fellated his cock, bringing him to the verge of climax. Then each time she slowed down and kept him dangling. More sweat formed along his brow. He was sure that Carmen would notice. In spite of his best efforts, he began to have trouble controlling his breathing.
"Are you OK, dear?" asked Carmen suddenly.
"Hot in here," he muttered, looking vacantly at his food.
"Anna, turn up the AC, please," Carmen called out.
"Yes, ma'am," they all heard Anna from the serving hatch.
Finally, Cecile miscalculated. On her next accelerated fellation, Jack willed himself up and over and began to come. He covered his cock (and her milking hand) with his napkin and began a violent bout of coughing to cover his contortions as he spouted a huge load into the napkin and over her hand. He kept coughing and in response to Carmen's alarm, gasped out, 'I need to throw up in the bathroom.'
Holding the napkin over his crotch, he managed to rush from the parlor and into the safety of the adjoining bathroom. Once in, he locked the door and leaned on the sink, breathing heavily. The little minx, he thought.
As his breathing slowed, he quickly washed himself and disappeared into his suite to change. He considered his options. If he allowed Cecile to get away with this, there was no telling what she would do next. She would always have the threat of telling Carmen and causing an irreparable rupture in the Grierson household. He needed to talk to Isabelle.
He cautiously descended the stairs, hoping to avoid coming up on Cecile again. When he entered the parlor, there was no one there but Anna, clearing up.
"Hi Anna, do you know where Miss Isabelle is?" he asked.
"I think she is with Mrs. Grierson and Mr. Martin in the library, sir," Anna answered stolidly.
