Work of complete fiction with all characters over the age of 18. Chapter one focuses more on the setup with brief sexual acts in both parts 1 and 2. Let me know if you want me to post the chapter 2! Thanks for reading.
Chapter One: Part 1
Rebecca Jackson looked herself over in the bedroom mirror critically. As a younger woman she went to great lengths to take care of her body and now on her 38th birthday she was grateful. Standing at 5"6 she had always wished she was just little taller but that was just about the only thing she'd change about her physical appearance.
Becca, as her friends called her, was a knockout. She had long soft brunette hair that she often wore up in a bouncy ponytail. She had big blue eyes, fair skin, and a youthful face that often gave others the impression of a naive disposition despite her age. Exercise had always been important to her and in return she had the body to prove it. Her stomach was toned and her arms were tight, and as she spun around in front of the mirror and craned her neck back she admired her round shapely ass in the thin black thong she had on.
But her best feature by far was her rack. And she could only thank genetics for those. God had blessed her with round 32Es and small pink nipples that despite time's best effort refused to sag. Rebecca had a love hate relationship with her breasts. She knew they turned heads when she'd walk down the street, but the attention they earned her, especially when she was young and still developing, wasn't something she enjoyed. On more than one occasion while still in high school she was forced to endure countless creepy teachers trying to catch a peak at their busty students rack no matter how conservative she dressed.
Indeed, Rebecca had always felt that men throughout her life only looked at her as an object of desire with nothing else to offer but sex.
"Hey birthday girl!" *slap* Jason, Rebecca's husband, slapped his wife bare ass, breaking her from her trance. She gave a startled squeal as her husband cupped the now slightly pink cheek in his hand, pulling her in closer to him for a kiss. "You thinking of wearing your birthday suit all day?" He teased, gripping both cheeks now. Rebecca laughed and kissed him.
Jason was her ideal man. He was tall and handsome, kind, funny, affectionate, and incredibly smart. They had met when she was 18 and in her first year at university. In her intro to psychology class, Jason was working as a teachers assistant while studying for the bar exam. When Becca started struggling in the class, Jason offered to tutor her and the two hit it off immediately.
Two years later, Jason graduated and got a job at a small environmental law firm, a career path he was passionate about. The two then got married that summer and were expecting a child soon after. Becca decided to put her education on pause and focus on raising their new baby girl, Megan. Money was always tight; nobody went into environmental rights for the paycheque, but the two were happy and made it work.
The only big blimp in their otherwise happy life was the market crash of 08 when Jason lost his job and the two lost their home. They had to start over. And, even after 15 years, Rebecca still felt the anxiety of financial insecurity.
She also remembers feeling useless during that time. While her husband desperately searched for employment, Becca could only watch. She had no skills to help pay the bills. No degree, no diploma, or a resume with any recent work experience. She had finally managed to get a job as a waitress at a restaurant; not because she was any good at it, but because her breasts spilled out of the tight tops the manager had her wear. And even then, she eventually lost that job after she refused the sexual advances of her manager.
But, as luck would have it, Jason would eventually land back on his feet and the two have been piecing it together since than. Slowly saving for a house while putting their daughter through private school.
In the meantime, they have made a life for themselves by renting the main floor of a two story house in a very nice neighbourhood near their daughters school. The landlord, Trent, a rough looking man in his 50s gave them a deal on the place after Jason helped him out with some legal problems he was having.
"Baby I got to get ready" Jason said, smiling, as he tied his blue tie around his neck in front of the mirror. Rebecca stood behind him, hugging him and running her hands over his chest and stomach. "You started it" She teased. He smiled, but he meant it. "Sorry sweet thing but you know what day it is."
"Uh yeah, my birthday." Rebecca replied, raising her eyebrows and playing dumb for her husband. Jason smirked and rolled his eyes. "That. And also the day they announce new partners. And, not to jinx it but the ol' grapevine seems to think your hubby's got his name on the docket." He said with a big grin on his face. Rebecca looked up at her husband admiringly.
"So what? Does that make you like a super lawyer?" She said poking fun at him.
"This is a big deal babe! This'll put us back where we want to be. No more renting, no more penny pinching, no more dreading Megan's tuition bill arriving in the mail." Jason said, his hands resting on her shoulders while he looked into her big blue eyes. "After everything we've been through, we deserve this."
Rebecca sat on the end of their bed and watched her husband finish getting ready. He gave her one final kiss, one that she wished lasted longer, and took off for the door. But, just as he was about half way out the door her turned back to her, "Hey, by the way, can you pop downstairs this afternoon? Trent had something he wanted to ask us but I don't have time this morning."
"Yes of course! Leave it to me" She replied with a smile.
"Thanks baby. Oh and hey, I got us a reservation at Fine Print tonight so wear something hot." He gave her a mischievous smile and ran off.
With the door closing behind him the house was quiet. Megan was away all week for a volleyball tournament and Jason wouldn't be til suppertime. So, Rebecca began to get dressed. She put on a white bra, and a light white blouse that did its best to obscure her massive tits. As well as a pair of comfortable blue jeans that still managed to show off her round ass. She gave herself a look over in the mirror and started her day.
She gave the main floor a thorough tidy, started some laundry and made a grocery list. All the while her meeting with Trent loomed over her thoughts.
Trent and her husband got along great despite how different they were. He was a former cop who retired with benefits years ago and lived off his pension and the rent money from the unit above him. And while Jason was soft spoken and considerate, Trent was loud and somewhat abrasive. He was a big man and intimidated Rebecca from the moment they met. He had never done anything explicitly to wrong her, but she always felt on edge whenever she was around him and had caught his wandering eyes undressing her on multiple occasions. Because of this, she hated meeting with him without Jason and so she dreaded today's appointment with the man.
It wasn't until she was returning home from the grocery store and trying to carry all the bags inside when she heard his voice and could delay it no longer.
"Here let me help you with that." The man said. It wasn't an offer, and before Rebecca could respond she felt his big hand reach for the bag she had up against her chest. And while it could have been an innocent mistake, the bigger mans hand seemed to linger on her chest while searching for a grip on the grocery bag.
"There ya go!" He said. Holding now two of her bags and grinning at her. "Let me help you get these inside."
Rebecca forced a smile and thanked him before leading him through their front door. While she struggled to unlock the front door, she could feel his eyes staring at her ass. She grimaced. They placed the bags on the island counter. "Thanks again Trent." Rebecca said while she started to unload the contents of the bag. "Hey no problem, what are landlords for!" Rebecca smiled again, she felt he enjoyed holding that title over her. Holding a canister of coffee grinds, she stood on her tippy toes and struggled to place it on the top shelf. Before she knew it, Trent was towering over her, his height, size, and the smell of his musk startled her. He had reached up with one hand and effortlessly grabbed the coffee and placed it in its spot. His other hand rested on her lower back to keep them both stable.
"Here you go." He said, nonchalantly.
Rebecca instinctually brushed his hand off her and took a few steps back. She crossed her arms over her stomach. "So, Jason said you had something to ask us?" Rebecca said, trying to move past that moment.
Trent looked down at her, and sized her up for a moment. While it may have been true that Jason had helped him out with the law, another reason for giving the Jackson's a good deal was because he liked the idea of having a hot piece of ass like Rebecca always around.
Trent had never married and back in the day he had been something of a playboy scoundrel. And while his better days may have been behind him, and time had taken it's toll, that didn't stop him from fantasizing about all the depraved shit he'd love to do to this sexy house wife.
And the more time he spent around Rebecca, the more he loved the challenge she represented. The fact was, with one phone call he could have a slut of his choice at his place for the right dollar amount to do whatever he wanted. But where's the fun in that? Right above him was a prudish, conservative woman with the body of a gold star whore. The things he imagined doing to her were so foreign to her world view they might as well be from different planets sexually speaking.
And so, his fantasy of corrupting her drove him crazy. But, as much as he loved the eye candy, he knew his property was worth a lot more than what he was charging them and planned to kick them out. His sick fantasies would have to remain just that.
"Oh yeah, right." Trent composed himself. He leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms while looking Rebecca in the eye. "Your lease is up in 3 months and as much as I like you guys I'm not going to be offering a renewal." He said, never one to mince words.
Rebeccas heart sank to her stomach. As much as she disliked Trent, she knew the deal they were getting on this place was a fantastic one. They could not afford this neighbourhood and with their daughter Megan so close to finishing high school it would be impossible to afford both her school and a place in the same neighbourhood. A thousand things ran through her mind all at once. God she wished Jason were here. "I-I don't understand. I thought you and my husband had some sort of arrangement." She finally replied.
Despite her best efforts to conceal it, Trent could tell she wasn't expecting this. He sneered to himself, he liked seeing her struggle.
