True and ongoing.
I should have expected what would happen soon after the sudden death of Sam.
That he dropped dead wasn’t as m of a surprise as how it happened. Sam was on his knees in the clubhouse showers. Pants around his feet and taking a shit, which he promptly fell back into. This would immortalize this poor wealthy fuck in Clubhouse legend forever. The poor guy just drank himself to death and his body surrendered to the abuse.
Sadly, my first thoughts were not sympathy. No, my first thoughts were the hope of the CCTV videos that Sam had recorded would disappear. Hoping that those of me being well-used at the thick end of his wife’s strap-on from several angles might go away.
The Estate would need settling. I was hoping for an equally discreet handling of my issue, and who knew how many others. I spoke several times to Tina about this.
There was a Funeral and a Memorial. Somewhat quickly followed by lots of lawyering. Tina would enjoy the most Golden of Parachutes for her troubles as widows do. Many of her Family perks fell away but the house and a cut from the fortunes that were Sam’s would provide more than enough.
With this new and sudden change, Tina was now emboldened. She was now having Emma in her bed nearly every night. They would invite me to please one of them while the other was doing the fucking. I did, finally, get to fuck Tina, but that bargain included Emma running a large dildo into me with every opposite stroke.
Tina tempered my empty bed by sending Clarise, an older Moroccan woman that she had been regularly fucking before she took my Emma. Unknown to Emma and I, it had been Clarise who we heard being soundly ravished that morning on our visit. Of course, poor Sam was past the task
Clarice was a tall light beauty, about fifty. She had short dark hair, small high breasts, and a smooth full belly. Leaning in to run my hands over the flair of her pear-shaped ass, I drank in her smell as I began to kiss her neck. Her warm body smelled of cinnamon. Undressing her, I discovered that, unlike Tina and Emma, she kept a natural mound of pubic hair. We fell into an easy way of having sex. She loved to straddle my face and lower her pussy into my mouth while I caressed her nipples and then dismount and give me toe-curling blowjobs. She wouldn’t allow me to have intercourse with her. She told me that she was saving her pussy for Tina only.
Next, Tina sent me a new partner, Marcus.
Tina had said that she and Emma were leaving me with a “surprise.” while they went away for a night.
Marcus was already waiting for me in our bedroom when they drove off for another night of Tina fucking my wife.
Marcus, a slender fit twentysomething. He was shyly sitting on my bed undressed. The first thing he said to me was that he would leave if I was uncomfortable with him being my toy for the night. I began to undress myself. I enjoyed this unexpected gift for what it was. He made me cum several times and then I fucked him before we fell asleep.
He was gone in the morning when I woke up and Tina was standing at the foot of my bed with a cup of coffee. She was wearing the large dildo that I assumed she had spent the night fucking my Emma with. Tina crawled into bed and up to my face. I could smell pussy on her cock when she told me to lick Emma’s juices off and get it slick enough so she could fuck me right now. She took a few fingers of the lube I used with Marcus and plundered my ass. I instinctively raised my knees to allow her entry.
It was a dark, mean, and hard fuck she gave me. Surrendering to this I suddenly shot a big load across her heaving tits that surprised both of us.
“Just so you know,” Tina purred into the ear she was nibbling while rubbing my cum into her nipples. Marcus is licking Emma’s pussy right now. She told me that she was too sore for me so you were next up. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” With that, she lowered herself to my mouth and I brought her to a huge orgasm.
At breakfast, later, Tina told me that she and Emma were going away for a week and taking Clarice. Tina went into great detail about how they were planning to use Clarice for each of their pleasure. Clarise sitting naked sipping her coffee while Emma, blushing, shyly asked if this would be okay. She stammered her apology for the surprise and asked haltingly if I wanted to have a visitor help me while they were away. Tina tugged her hair from behind and cut her off.
“Arrangements are already made.”
By midday, Emma was packed and gone.
Sitting in our living room alone I wondered just what I had allowed to happen. What was to come in the coming week for me? Who or what were “arrangements?”
Now, I understand that I have been a fortunate man. Emma and I had enjoyed a magical few years. We helped each other become very successful. Once I had gotten my life underway it wasn’t always plain sailing but I have enjoyed much better than most.
I have never had a real hold over Emma. This luscious bright Irish star appeared out of what was a declining and increasingly abusive dynamic. That my wife was on a family jet going far away, well, shit happens.
Several days passed, and Tina’s lovers showed up and performed my every ask.
Emma never called.
About two weeks later I was met at our door by a Process Server.
Our home had been paid for in full and the Title was now in my name alone.
Three Million Dollars had been wired to an offshore account that I alone had the code to.
Emma sent me a letter saying that she was sorry about all this and that she hopes I will be happy.
Yes, I will be happy.
Sitting here in one of the very best places to live on Earth, Santa Barbara, I am finally happy. Do I miss my Irish Lass, yes I do. I am happy that she is happy.
I am free.