© Copyright 1999-2001 by silli_artie@hotmail.com
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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are
not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then
again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you
should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments.
Enjoy.
We woke to the alarm the next morning. I thought to myself this has got to stop; I don’t need alarm clocks anymore. I looked at it; we had plenty of time. I got up and went to the bathroom. I was feeling pretty good, even a bit randy.
I climbed back into bed and snuggled up. As I did, giving Nancy a squeeze, she said, "Oof -- I’ll be right back." I laughed and gave her a kiss on the side as she got out of bed.
As she got back in, she said, "Scoot over to the middle." I did so. She moved over on top of me, and started sliding her breasts up my body slowly. I made encouraging noises.
She slowed to let me adore her nipples. After a brief period on each, I had an idea. "Higher," I said.
She slid a little higher, so her navel was near my chest. "Higher, higher," I repeated.
After a few more tries, and with a giggle, she was straddling my head. "That’s good, right there," I told her. She moved a pillow beneath my head, tucking me into her crotch. She smelled divine and tasted better. I started slowly on her thighs, moving my hands on her bottom. She wiggled with approval. As I moved in for the main course she became more animated, and louder.
As I finally focused on her clit, sucking on it and flicking it with my tongue as I squeezed her bottom, she moaned and shook the bed as she came.
I kept going. She said, "Stop, please!" but I kept going, holding her to me. She shuddered again, her weight coming down more on me, then slid down my body.
She slid down, and down, and down, until she slid on to me. We both moaned as we slid together. There was something so fulfilling about her weight on top of me.
She moved slowly but strongly. I started to put my hands around her waist but she grabbed my wrists and pulled them up over my head. Leaning over, holding my hands, her breasts brushed my face. It was all too much; I moaned and came inside her. As I did, she let go of one hand and held my head to a nipple.
After a while we staggered to the bathroom and showered together, both of us still in a daze.
As we dried off, she said, "You must be feeling better this morning."
I looked over to her, watching her comb out her hair. "You felt wonderful."
She laughed and came over to me, giving me a hug. "That was fabulous."
"I’m glad you enjoyed it; I certainly did."
She gave me a raised eyebrow. "You liked going down on me?"
I nodded. I felt myself stiffening again. "Yup, just look. You are delicious."
She sighed and smiled.
"He didn’t do that for you?" I asked. I knew I was taking a chance.
She shook her head. "No, never, even though I did him."
I laughed a bit.
She said, "What?"
I shook my head. "You know what a 69 is?" She nodded. "Well, it sounds like we both did 68. We’d go down on them and they’d owe us one."
That got a laugh. We kissed briefly and got dressed. We had a light breakfast, then headed for Jill’s office.
As we drove, I thought about things: Janet’s car, the townhouse, and my car. We’d talked to a real estate broker a few weeks ago about selling the townhouse. I thought it would be so we could move to someplace nicer. Now I wasn’t that sure. I knew I didn’t want to live there anymore.
And what about me? In a few days I would be sterile as a door post. What if Nancy wanted children? I knew from preop discussions with the doctor that reversals of the procedure he used were 95% successful within four years. Should we try and bank the next few samples? Wait a minute -- what am I thinking? I sighed again.
We arrived at Jill’s office and went back to the same conference room. The usual crowd was there, as was a young black man. I extended my hand and said, "Good morning, I’m Bill."
He shook my hand and said, "Pleasure to meet you. I’m Duncan." He handed me his card. He was a tax attorney and CPA.
Jill said, "Duncan is a law school friend; he got me through tax and I got him through remedies. He’s one of the best in the valley."
We sat down and went over things. I knew I wanted a rundown on assets, and wanted it done by someone outside the firm handling things for John. Jill, Mindy, and Duncan all thought that was a good idea. I also wanted a rundown on what that firm was doing, and how much it was costing me.
I looked Duncan in the eye and asked him if he’d reviewed things. He admitted he’d only had a few hours. It was fairly straightforward, yet had a lot of details.
I asked him point blank. "If I decide I want to move this work, do you feel qualified to handle it?"
He smiled and nodded, and said, "Yes."
He had some questions for me, such as who’d done our taxes for the last few years; he’d need copies of them. I smiled and told him "MacInTax" and that I’d get him copies. He laughed and told me I wouldn’t be using MacInTax any more.
We talked a bit about Janet’s stock options, the townhouse, our cars. I wanted to get rid of the townhouse, and her car, and do it in a way that would minimize the tax consequences. Duncan and Jill told me I was thinking along the right path; tax consequences could be severe if I wasn’t careful. I needed to move carefully.
We loaded into Karen’s Jeep again for the trip to the other law office. Mindy and Duncan rode in a separate car. Once we started moving, Jill turned to Nancy and I. We were sitting in the back, holding hands.
"Bill, Nancy," she began. "Karen told me about wanting help cleaning out your ex’s things. We talked to another friend of mine, a counselor. Her strong recommendation is that we can help, but you two need to do it. Think of it as a ritual, a closing; you need to bring this whole experience to a close. Bill, she’s on your benefit plan, so you can talk to her at no charge. She even volunteered to come see you."
I sighed and squeezed Nancy’s hand. "I understand. Sort of cleaning them out of our lives?"
Jill nodded. "Yes, that’s it."
I looked at Nancy. "We can do that. It sounds like the right thing to do."
We had our meeting in Palo Alto. We dealt with a silver-haired forked-tongue character in an expensive suit who kept emphasizing the number of years he’d worked with John. One of his underlings grimaced every time he did this; he had more sense than his senior partner. I signed surprisingly few pieces of paper. Ownership of most big things, such as real estate and investments was held in the trust. I now had signature on the bank accounts; the banks would be contacted today. I almost laughed at one point; it was like being a kid again. I was on an allowance, but it was a really big allowance.
Our silver-haired host started asking me about taxes, wills, and such. I told him my attorney was handling that. He asked who on his staff that was, and I politely told him it was not someone on his staff. He started in on his having worked with John on this for so many years spiel, and I cut him short.
"You seem to think that’s something positive, an advantage. You’ve forgotten that your dear friend John was a married man having an affair with my wife, and was planning on serving Nancy with divorce papers shortly after they returned from Europe."
He started rambling about confidentiality and privilege, even if he did know anything about such a thing. I called him on that quick, giving him the date John had on his calendar for serving Nancy. That quieted him down.
Jill told them what we wanted as far as summary information, and that Mindy and Duncan would be reviewing the files for me. Silver-hair took umbrage at this, until I interrupted and told him I was loathe to move the work -- at this time. He caught my drift and changed directions very quickly. He’d be happy to provide whatever information we needed. He looked forward to working with me, and my representatives. We shook hands shortly thereafter and the meeting ended. I shook down the young attorney who’d looked upset at his senior’s demeanor for a business card; I might want him handling more of this.
I regretted not getting a financial/tax advisor earlier. Janet and I had talked about it, knowing we’d need help once we were in a position to exercise her options, but we hadn’t done anything. If we had, I might have had someone I could be more sure of. Or could I with Janet involved? I started wringing my fingers as I walked; money makes you paranoid.
On the way out to the parking lot, Nancy asked, "What are you doing?"
I said, "Counting my fingers after shaking silver head’s hand."
The others laughed. Jill said, "He’s just from the old school. He did come around, didn’t he?"
I grunted. "Yeah, after I put a knife to his throat."
Jill continued "And he responded nicely. See, there may be hope for him yet. Did you notice some of the others were horrified at the way he went on?"
"About John? Yes. One in particular cringed visibly every time he said the name. I got his card -- Marshall. We might steer things his way if he checks out."
I shook hands with Duncan again. "Duncan, don’t let them give you any shit. If they do, let us know about it and we’ll stir things up."
He smiled and said, "I’m sure things will go smoothly."
Mindy and Duncan took off; the remaining four of us got into Karen’s car yet again. "Would anyone be interested in seeing my new office?" I asked.
Karen laughed and said, "Why yes, thank you so much for asking!"
The office was in a suite in Sunnyvale. As we drove I asked, "Karen, any luck with those fax numbers?"
She nodded. "We’ve got the address of a townhouse in Sunnyvale, about three blocks from the office. I’m still working on Tahoe; the phone company records up there are a mess. Mindy is going over to the townhouse and then meeting us at the office."
The office was pretty Spartan, two rooms. One room had a small meeting table and chairs and doubled as a reception area of sorts. The other room was set in a now familiar style with desk, futon, filing cabinet, fax, and computer; all the same as we’d seen before.
Karen led the rifling, and led it in a most methodical fashion. One desk drawer coughed up sets of keys clearly labeled with addresses: the Woodside house, the beach house, Sunnyvale, and Tahoe. We now knew our four locations. Jill pulled out her cell phone and called Mindy, telling her we had what we needed for now, and asking her to see how those places were held. Since we hadn’t seen a detailed asset listing yet, we didn’t know if they were held by the trust, leased, or what.
I went through the computer. This seemed to be his central site. Nothing was encrypted, although he was set up to work with encrypted files. He seemed to be quite methodical about keeping everything up to date on all the systems.
We found a fairly detailed set of accounting records on the computer. From that we learned that our two mystery women were named Gail and Christine. From the calendars, we guessed that Christine was local, and Gail was in Tahoe. Dear John spent a few grand a month on goodies for his girls -- except for Nancy it seemed.
Mindy arrived with lunch from a nearby sandwich shop. We kept on digging. After a while I noticed Nancy was sitting on the futon looking dazed. I sat next to her, feeling the same; it was pretty overwhelming.
The three ladies worked busily for a while before Mindy noticed us. She poked Jill.
Jill said, "Pretty intense, isn’t it? Want Mindy to take you back to the office so you can get your car? We can meet again at the restaurant."
We both thought that sounded good. I pocketed the keys to the Sunnyvale place. I wanted Nancy and I to go in there first. Mindy gave us a ride. We got Nancy’s car and headed back to the Woodside house.
Once home, we went right to the bedroom, set the alarm clock, and lay down for a nap.
I slept for an hour or so, waking up to a full bladder. I got up carefully and went to the bathroom. Then I went downstairs to the office.
I noodled around on the computer for a while. I was taking notes with my favorite fountain pen. I’d set it down near the back of the desktop; I have a phobia about pens dropping on the floor. When they do, they usually destroy the nib. I wasn’t paying attention, and I ended up pushing my notepad up a bit. I grabbed for the pen just as the notepad pushed it off the back of the desk, into the gap between the desk and the wall.
I peered over the edge. It was pretty tight. I’d have to move the whole damn desk to get my pen. As I felt along the edge of the desktop in the rear, my hand found something. It felt like a latch. I wiggled things and got it to move. With a click, that section of the desktop slid forward on rails revealing a compartment three feet wide, about a foot long, and eight inches deep. I looked again and saw my pen had fallen to the side, and was actually accessible from under the desk. I retrieved it and then started inventorying the puzzle drawer.
First was an envelope containing $5300 in crisp one hundred dollar bills. Next were a Sony digital camcorder and some tapes. I’d wondered why he had all the video editing software on these machines. Along with the tapes were more Jaz disks. That makes sense -- use them for the video editing. There were a few bottles of pills. I recognized Viagra, and thought one of the others was a tranquilizer. I wrote down the names for later research.
The Jaz disks were labeled Goodies, Janet, Chris, and Gail. I kept the disks out and closed the now not so secret compartment.
I popped the Goodies disk into the machine. It wasn’t encrypted. Of the folders present, I opened the one labeled MLOOPS. Inside were a bunch of QuickTime files. I reached over and turned down the volume on the external speakers, then double clicked the Janet file.
I was treated to a looping video clip of my ex-wife. She was naked and seemed to be tied to a bed, it looked like on a dark colored fur spread or something similar. She was quivering and twitching, eyes mostly closed. Looking closer I could see what looked like a butterfly vibrator strapped to her. It looked as if there was something on her face. I paused playback and looked at a couple of frames. Okay, it was a nasal cannula and a hose leading off to one side. Pretty kinky honey, I never knew you went in for such things. I hit play again, and turned up the volume a bit. I was rewarded with her loud moaning, obviously going through a very intense orgasm. Playback reached the end and looped back to begin again. I let it run through another cycle before I stopped it.
I sighed. I was getting good at decoding John’s acronyms. I’d guess this one was masturbation loops. Strange, it didn’t seem very erotic to me now. I selected the file and was about to do a get info on it to see when it was created. Who the fuck cares? It doesn’t matter.
I looked at the clock. The alarm would be going off in a few minutes. How much of this do I tell, and to whom? I definitely wanted to check out the other desks now. Oh well.
I stood up and shut down the computer, putting the disks back in the compartment and closing it. I wasn’t going to let this disturb dinner tonight.
I went upstairs and turned off the alarm, then leaned over Nancy and kissed her awake.
"Time to wake up, my sleeping beauty," I said softly.
She turned on to her back and put her arms around me. "Are you my Prince Charming?"
I smiled and sighed. "I don’t feel very charming right now. Shower? I need one."
I did. I felt dirty after finding those disks and tapes. I helped her up, and we showered together, dried each other, dressed, and hit the road again.
On the way to the restaurant in Palo Alto she said, "You found something this afternoon, didn’t you?"
I put a hand on her thigh. "Yes, I did. I need to talk to Jill about it first."
She sighed. "That bad?"
I shook my head. "Not bad, just weird. I’ll talk to Jill first. I promise I won’t hold anything back from you, but I’m not sure if you want to know about this just yet."
She put a hand on mine. "Bill, I trust you."
We got held up in traffic and were the last of the group to arrive. We let valet parking take care of the car.
We walked up to the host; I said, "Reservation for five..." as I read down his list, looking at it upside down. I wasn’t sure how it would be listed. Then I saw it and laughed; the initials and Jill’s last name. I pointed to it on the list and said, "That’s us."
He said, "Very good. Please follow me."
He led us to a private room. The three ladies were there, sipping champagne. Two glasses were poured for us.
"A toast," I said, raising my glass.
"To what?" Karen asked.
Jill laughed. "Tell them, or should I?"
I chuckled. They hadn’t seen it this morning at the lawyer’s office, and nobody had said it out loud.
I took a deep breath and raised my glass. "This has been an incredible trip, the last few days. For all the bad, there has been an incredible amount of good, especially in the people I’ve met. It’s an understatement to say these events have changed our lives. Once I’m sure this isn’t a dream, or a nightmare, I intend to quit working. I do have another job lined up, besides solving some puzzles that have been left for us. I intend to be more active in the running of the trust. The change I requested Jill to make yesterday afternoon was a change in the name. Would you like to know the new name?"
I looked around, waiting for agreement and encouragement.
I took Nancy’s free hand in mine. "Time and events make us what we are, like it or not. I’m going to learn to like it. Here’s a toast to the Golden Mule Trust, for time and events have made me... The Golden Mule."
I drained my glass and set it down. Jill and Mindy emptied theirs as well. Nancy and Karen were still shocked. After a moment they both had a sip. Then Jill started applauding. The others put down their glasses and applauded as well. Nancy looked teary; I gave her a hug, which she returned. Then I went over and hugged Jill, Karen, and Mindy.
Jill refilled the glasses and raised hers. "Bill, Nancy, I’m looking forward to working with you for a long time, and more important, to being friends for a long time."
"What I need now more than anything is good friends and good advice," I said, hugging Nancy around the waist with one arm.
We had a wonderful meal. It should have been for what it cost me. I guess I was pushing things a little, looking impatient. Karen finally asked "Are you in a hurry to get home?" with a sly smile.
I sighed a bit. "Actually, Jill, I’d like you to take me over to the office, and then take me home if you could. Nancy," I squeezed her hand and looked at her, "we won’t be long."
She said, "I understand."
We did manage to finish dessert and coffee (I don’t drink the stuff), and left around nine.
Riding over with Jill she said, "What did you find?"
I said, "Let’s check the office. I don’t know what to do."
We got to the office, unlocked it, and went in. I went over to the desk and reached behind the desktop panel. There was the latch. I slid it and revealed the compartment. No video camera in this one, but an envelope with rubber bands around it, and some disk cartridges.
There was $12,700 in the envelope. There were the same labeled disks: Goodies, Janet, Chris, and Gail.
"What about the cash?" I asked Jill.
She shrugged her shoulders. "It’s yours. What about the disks?"
I held the Goodies disk in my hand and sighed. "Home movies, and not the kind you’d show your saintly grandmother. I’ve just looked at one file on this one, but I’d guess the rest are similar."
She sighed and shook her head. "And your question is?"
"I think I should just erase the lot; tapes, disks. Is that okay? What about Nancy?"
Jill nodded. "What about Nancy? Is she on any of them?"
I shrugged. "Haven’t seen anything with her name on it; I doubt it. What should I tell her?"
Jill looked at me. "What do you think you should tell her?"
I sighed. "I thought you were supposed to be my counsel."
She chuckled. "That doesn’t mean I’m always going to give you the answers, especially when you need to find them yourself. What do you feel is right?"
I nodded again. "I think I should tell Nancy he made a bunch of tapes, and we’re going to erase them as fast as we find them."
"And if she asks more questions?"
"I’ll show her the one that I looked at. The only one I think I’ll look at, although we could find out what our other two mystery gals look like."
Jill looked up for a moment. "So you think he replicated this as well?"
"Don’t know why not. The pattern fits so far."
Jill looked down and sighed again, shaking her head. "So what are we going to do now?"
I closed up the compartment, keeping the disks, tapes, and cash. "Drop me off at the house, please."
We turned things off and left.
On the way to the house we talked a little about the next week or two. Jill and her crew would be reviewing things. Karen would be available to help. We needed to decide about the Tahoe place, especially now that we had the address. I told Jill that Nancy and I would go over to the Sunnyvale place tomorrow and check things out; we’d call if we needed anything. I’d leave my cell phone on in case she needed to talk to us.
When I went in the house, Nancy was standing in front of one of the large windows, looking out at the darkness. She turned and looked at me hesitantly. "Bill?"
I smiled and walked to her, giving her a hug. "It’s okay; it’s okay. I’ll show you what I found. I just wanted to talk to Jill first, to see if there were any legal issues. I’m not going to hide things from you, good or bad."
We walked down to the office. I put down the bag with the disks and loot, then opened up the secret compartment. I took out the camcorder, disks, and tapes, then handed Nancy the envelope containing the cash.
"Nancy, did dear John ever make videos of you, of the two of you, in bed?"
She got a little pale. "No, never... That I know of."
I sat her down on the futon and sat next to her. "Well, dear John made movies of Janet, Christine, and Gail. That’s what I found, that and the cash and such. I looked at one movie, of Janet. I talked to Jill, and I intend to erase them all. I told you I wouldn’t hold anything back. The one I saw wasn’t taken anyplace I’ve seen yet. We need to go to the Sunnyvale house tomorrow. If you want to see the one I saw, I’ll show it to you."
She leaned back against the futon. "That bastard. How long was this going on?"
I snorted. "Do you really want an answer to that question? We know he was porking Janet for just over six months."
She looked at me, giving me a look of incredulity. "No, I don’t want to know how long, not yet at least. And I think I would like to see the movie you looked at."
I took a deep breath. "Okay."
I powered up the computer and put in the disk. I opened the folder, checked the volume, and started it playing. After looping through twice, I stopped it.
Nancy had a weird smile on her face. She took my hands. "Well, Janet certainly had a good body. And it looked like she was having a very good time. We never did anything like that. He never asked me. Actually, it looked like it might be fun."
I sighed a little and hugged her. "You’re taking this better than I did. Want to see some more?"
She laughed and pushed away from me a little. "Not a chance. Let’s save that one folder, though. Then let’s get rid of the rest."
I nodded and dumped out the contents of the bag. She gasped. "That’s from the office?"
"Yup. More of the same. A creature of some habit, and of some kinky habits at that."
"How much money is here?"
"Around twenty thousand, counting both locations. Jill says it’s mine. I say it’s ours. Need to do any shopping?"
She laughed, shaking her head, and put the cash in one of the desk drawers. "And we haven’t even checked the wall safe yet. That’s got our passports, and I know it has some cash as well."
I deleted the other folders and files on the disk, then started Norton Wipe Info scrubbing the free space on the disk. "This will take some time. We’ll get a bulk eraser for the tapes, although I might just burn them."
Nancy was still smiling, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "What a kinky old goat! And no wonder he discouraged me from learning how to use computers. He didn’t want me even using email."
"Oho..." I said out loud. "That’s something I haven’t even checked yet." He probably used email to send updates around, at least for small things such as calendar files.
Nancy stood up. "It can wait. We need to go to bed."
I looked up at her. "I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep."
She smiled. "I know a good cure for that, just leave it to me."
She helped me stand up. I slid up her body, enjoying the way she felt.
After we cleaned up, we got in bed. Or, I did. After I got in she said, "Forgot something. Be right back."
Likely story, I thought. I got into bed and closed my eyes. My head was still swimming from the day.
She rejoined me in bed. I started rolling over to her, but she whispered, "Stay on your back, you’re still recovering, remember?"
Never argue with a woman, I’ve always been told; a good lesson to learn. She slid down me, tantalizing me with her hands, her breasts, her lips, and her hair. As she slid up to kiss me, I could smell perfume. When she slid up further to bury my head in her breasts, I was awash in it. She slid on to me and rocked me back and forth, holding me to a breast. I was so lost in her; I let go and let it happen.
After coming deep inside her, she cleaned us up with a towel, then we rolled to one side and she drew me to her once again. I went to sleep in her arms.
In the morning we held each other quietly, then got up and showered together. As we dried off, I told her, "Last night with you was incredible; I’ve never experienced anything like that."
She smiled as she toweled her hair. "I liked it too."
"Was that?..." I started to ask, realizing I was on thin ice.
But she laughed. "One of dear John’s favorites? Far from it. He had to be on top all the time, always in control of things." Then she paused and continued more softly, "at least with me."
I stepped behind her and dried her back some, kissing her shoulders. "Janet would be on top some times, but with her it felt like a dominance thing, especially lately. With you, you felt so gentle, so passionate. I was so lost."
She turned around and we hugged. "Thank you for telling me," she said. "Oh... John never told me how he felt."
And I seldom told Janet how I felt, I thought to myself, a thought that quickly deflated my growing erection. "Well, I’ll try. I’ll let you know how I feel. I’ll need help. Don’t let me hold things in."
We got dressed, had a bite to eat, and headed over to the Sunnyvale place. We stopped on the way at a Rat Shack and bought a bulk tape eraser. I paid cash.
It was an upscale townhouse in a nice complex. It was near a good-sized swimming pool and tennis courts.
"You know, I haven’t been in the pool yet at the big house," I told Nancy as we walked through the complex looking for "our" address.
She put a hand on my back. "It’s great at night. We’ll have plenty of opportunities."
We got to the door. I fished the keys out of my pocket. A paper tag had "alarm code 4127" written on it. I opened the door and we went in. The alarm panel was inside the door. I punched in the numbers and the green light came on.
We looked around. It was a good-sized two story unit, bigger and better than my townhouse. Nice kitchen, little dining area, living area with a mondo stereo and television set. Half bath downstairs, then the office. The office setup was a cookie cutter copy of the others. We walked into the office together. I walked over and felt for the latch, opened the compartment. There was the camera. There were the tapes and disks. There was the envelope. I took them all out and closed the compartment. Nancy found the case for the camera, as well as other camera stuff, in the closet.
I plugged in the tape eraser. We had tapes for Janet and Chris, and disks for Janet, Chris, and Gail. I did about thirty seconds on each with the eraser. I’d reformat the disks later; I wasn’t sure about the tapes. I’d probably just burn them in the fireplace.
After that was done, we went upstairs. A small bedroom was pretty bare, mainly cushions on the floor. Some were covered in a dark colored fake fur.
We walked into the master bedroom. I recognized it; we both did. This is where the video of Janet had been made. A king-size bed dominated the room. It was covered in a fake fur spread. The lighting was diffuse through the curtained windows. I felt Nancy next to me; I put an arm around her and held her close. She held me.
I walked into the bathroom. It was quite nice, with a Jacuzzi-style tub, shower, and twin sinks. The floor, counters, and shower were done in marble. Not half bad, I thought. I looked in a couple of the drawers. The usual stuff, with one drawer containing a few bottles of pills. I recognized the Viagra. Good old John -- better living through chemistry.
I thought I heard a gasp from the bedroom. I walked out and saw Nancy standing in front of a closet. I couldn’t see into it from where I was standing, so I walked over to her.
Hanging in the closet was an amazing assortment of lingerie. Next to the lingerie were some hanging dresses, long velvet ones. A closed full length clothes bag hung next to them, and in the corner was a gas bottle setup similar to the one I’d seen at the big house. This one had a third smaller unit on it, seemingly added as an afterthought.
"What’s Halothane?" I asked Nancy, reading the label on the small one.
She was going through the clothing still. "Not sure. An anesthetic of some kind."
There was a set of drawers in the middle of the closet. Most of them were empty. One held four padded restraints. We’d seen them in the movie as well. Another held a variety of vibrators and dildos.
Nancy turned to me. I looked in her eyes. Suddenly she burst out laughing. Hell, it was either that or cry, so I joined her laughing, holding her.
We moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, still holding each other, still laughing. The spread felt very nice. Old John may have been kinky, but he had some good ideas.
Nancy looked at me as she ran her hand along the spread. "Let’s make love," she whispered. I held her and whispered back, "Bathroom first."
She dug her fingers into my back, making me twitch. "Aren’t you the hopeless romantic!" Then she hugged me and said, "But you’re right."
We got up and went to the bathroom. As I was finishing up on the toilet, she was going through more drawers. "Oh my!" she said.
I flushed and stood up. "What did you find?"
She pointed to the drawer. It had a wide assortment of perfumes, none of them cheap.
"Have a favorite?" she asked me with a seductive smile.
I sighed, feeling myself growing harder by the moment.
"Pick one and make it my favorite," I told her. "I’ll be waiting for you."
She gave my bottom a pat as I walked out.
I lay down on the bed. The spread did feel incredible. I rolled to my stomach, sinking my face into the gap between the pillows, enveloped in softness. My hips started moving on their own; I could get off quite easily like this.
I rolled to my back again, more or less in the middle of the bed. I remembered that video of Janet -- tied to the bed, thrashing in ecstasy.
"Want me to tie you down?"
I looked up, surprised, to see Nancy standing by the edge of the bed. She was holding a towel and what looked like a little rug made from the same spread material.
I laughed a little. "Not this time, unless you’d like to."
Her nostrils flared, her nipples were tight and erect as she crawled onto the bed with me.
"Later. Right now, I want you in me," she growled. "Raise your hips."
I lifted my hips off the bed and she slid the section of spread material under me. Old John was practical too -- easier to clean the little pieces than the whole spread.
Then she was on top of me, kissing me hungrily, moving her body over mine. She took me inside her; she was so wet and so tight. Then she sat up and rocked slowly, one hand racing to her clit. She rocked on top of me, eyes closed. I reached up and caressed her breasts, gently at first. As she got closer to the edge, I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. That did the trick -- she moaned loudly and I felt her quivering around me.
She fell forward, eyes half closed, and pulled my head to her breasts. Once again I was enveloped in her warmth, softness, and perfume. I let go and it only took her a few strokes to finish me off.
We lay together afterwards, covered by the heavy, soft spread. After holding me to her for a while, we finally rolled apart. She sat up beside me.
"Thanks, I needed that," she said.
I laughed and put a hand on her waist. "Any time. But I’ve got a question."
"Okay, what?"
"Do I get to be on top some time?"
She laughed, her head going back. Then she leaned forward, pinning my shoulders to the bed. She looked me in the eye and said, "Maybe, if you’re good."
I smiled up at her. "Well, was I good?"
She growled, "You were great," and we kissed some more.
We finally got up. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed -- almost eleven. It was the same Proton clock-radio I’d seen at the other two places. He was a creature of some habit.
We dressed in the bathroom, where we’d dropped our clothes.
"What now?" Nancy asked.
"I thought I’d hit the confuser, start looking at email. You could rifle the place some more, and maybe see about lunch?"
She gave me a hug. "Sounds good to me."
I went downstairs. Passing through the living room, I turned on the stereo. He had a CD carousel hooked up to it, with the disk list neatly printed out in a clear protective cover on top. It had lots of long, slow stuff. I started an Enya album going and went to the office.
I noodled for a few minutes on the computer, playing with the Jaz disks. The bulk tape eraser did indeed render them unreadable. Whether that rendered them unrecoverable was a different question entirely. I did a quick and dirty format; I’d do a more complete wipe later on.
I was looking through one of the manuals when I heard noise from the doorway and turned around.
Nancy swept into the room, wearing a full length fur coat. She let it fall open and pulled my head to her breast; she was naked underneath the coat. All of a sudden I was enveloped in perfume, soft fur, and her again. I put my arms around her, feeling the soft fur, and held on to her. She held my head and moved it around, laughing softly.
I turned us a little and pushed over to where I thought the futon was. I guessed right. I put her down on her back and lay on top of her, still caught up in her hands and the coat. I managed to get a hand from her waist and in between her legs. She was hot and wet. I started teasing her gently.
"Oh yes, yes," she moaned as she moved my head, squeezing me to her breast.
It didn’t take very long for her to come; I felt her shudder around the finger I’d slipped inside her, teasing her magic spot from the inside.
It was hard but I pulled free of her arms. I took off my shirt, then got rid of my pants and underwear as quickly as I could. Then I slid back down on her, and into her. Her legs locked around mine at one end and our lips locked together at the other. She tilted her hips somehow and I was even deeper inside her. We slid together and apart, together and apart. She put one hand behind my head and slid the other down my back. The sensation of the fur around me, and the fur brushing my bottom pushed me over the edge. I convulsed into her, going limp.
She laughed as she held me. "See, I said you could be on top if you were good."
I laughed weakly, burying my face in the collar of the coat, floating in her perfume and softness.
Eventually I pushed myself up onto my elbows. "Where did you find that?" I asked.
She smiled and ran the sleeves of the coat over my sides, making me shudder, and closing my eyes halfway.
"It was in the garment bag in the closet. I thought I’d surprise you."
I moaned. "Oh, you did. You can surprise me any time you like."
She laughed again as she slid her hands to my head. "Good, I’ll do that."
Then she pulled me to her and we kissed again.
I started slipping out of her. As I did she said, "Oops! I forgot to get a towel."
I reached over and grabbed my underwear, handing them to her.
"Thanks," she said, lifting her hips and sliding my underwear between her legs as I got up.
"I wonder what his cleaning bills were like?" I asked.
She laughed as she sat up on the futon. "We’ll just learn to be careful."
I sat back on the chair. She slowly stood, then walked over to me. She drew me to her other breast, and held me again to the softness. I held my arms around her waist as best I could.
She let me go and stepped back after a while. She reached up and tousled my hair, then hugged me to her once more. "Oh, I hope you like that as much as I do," she sighed.
"Mmmm..." was the only thing I could say. It was enough.
She let me go and stepped quickly to the doorway, stopping to reposition my underwear. "I’m going to get dressed."
I sighed and watched her walk down the short hallway. When she was out of sight I returned to the computer.
It took a few minutes for my head to clear. I’d figured out he had things set up to establish a network connection automatically -- just double click an icon. I was about to do that when Nancy came back into the room, dressed normally this time.
I stood up and gave her a hug. "The refrigerator is pretty much bare, except for wine and soft drinks. I’ll go get us some lunch. Why don’t you chill some glasses for us?"
I gave her a squeeze and walked her to the door. After she left, I put four wine glasses in to chill. Then it was back to the office. I put on my pants and shirt.
I connected to the net and started the email program, Eudora Pro. Sure enough, a set of updated calendar files arrived. I printed out his email address book, then started the calendars printing out. I decided to print out all of them, as far back and as far forward as they went, the funny business one first.
That was going to take a while. This was a good time to take a break. What the hell, I could use a glass of wine about now; it had been one hell of a morning.
I opened a bottle of white wine, pouring myself a glass. I sat down on the leather sofa in the living room to ponder and muse. When should I tell my boss I was quitting? Should I flat out quit, or just take a leave of absence (and probably quit later)? My car was an eight-year-old Mazda. I wanted something new. What should I get? What should we do about this place? Did I own it? Did the trust? I couldn’t see keeping a third love nest here in the valley. A place in Tahoe might be nice. We should go up there next week. When was the trip to Europe? I’d never been there. I think my passport is current.
I was deep in thought when I heard the door open. Moments later I heard a voice say, "John? Oh I’m so glad..."
Tales of the Golden Mule
Tales of the Golden Mule
by silli_artie@hotmail.com
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