## Chapter 12 Sarah visits Carol for lunch

With the hubby and kids off to school Sarah pours herself a cup of coffee and heads for Greg’s office. It had been the nursery when the kids were babies, but after they moved into their own rooms and no more babies were expected the nursery became an office. She thought of it as Greg’s office, but she frequently used it during the day to do the bills and answer her email.

She sits down at the computer and starts up the browser. She has thought about what she is searching for. She is looking for a wealthy woman with no husband, preferably a widow. She thought an ex-husband of a rich woman might be too protective of her assets. She logs on to Google and types in “rich widow” Why be subtle, she thinks? She pages through the search results and finds mostly references to jokes and products for sale.

What about obituaries? Wanting to find something close by she pulls up the Miami Herald web page. She types in widow in the search engine and two items catch her eye. “Widow of football veteran settles law suit with maker of drug that killed her husband, gets $25 million” and “Miami real estate baron dies on golf course of heart attack at 50.” These look good. She pulls up each article and prints them.

The ages of the widows aren’t in the articles, but they should be in the range the trio had agreed on. Neither article had a picture. The sports widow, Charlene Rollins, pulled up hundreds of search hits, but Sarah tried fifty of them before she found a picture of her. Her husband, who died of an overdose of steroids, was actually young than his wife. He died at 36 and she was 42. It was a second marriage for her and she had two children: a girl, Kyle who was 18, and a younger sister Kim, who was 16--, so far, so good.

The real estate widow is 49. More searching brings forth a picture: a very good looking red head with three kids: a twenty-five year-old son, a twenty-two year-old daughter, and another daughter sixteen. She checks back and sees he died on the 17th hole of the Monarch Country Club. She wonders if they are members there.

Both widows live in Palm Beach. That’s a very good sign she thinks. Her sister lives in Key Biscayne. So maybe a visit is in order.

She gets two empty file folders and files the printouts and labels the folders. She looks at the clock and realizes three hours have gone by. She puts the folders in a carrying bag, and looks up the law firm of Haywood, Miller, and Mathews in the phone book. She dials the number.

“Haywood, Miller, and Mathews.”

“Connie Mathews, please.”

“Who should I say is calling?”

“Sarah Davis.”

“Hello, Mrs. Davis. I haven’t talked to you in a while. How are the kids?”

“Oh, they’re growing up too fast.”

“Yes, don’t you know? My daughter’s getting married next month.”

“Congratulations. How old is she now?”

“She’s twenty-four, a good age to get married.”

“I was twenty-three when I married. At that age you’re just old enough to know you don’t know everything.”

“How true, Mrs. Davis.” Sarah had tried for years to get Anna Fisher, Connie’s secretary to call her Sarah, but office policy was to use formal names on all telephone calls.

“Wait one moment.” Sarah listened to a local radio station for a few seconds, and then Carol came on the line.

“Sarah, how are you?

“Fine, I’ve been working all morning on that project we talked about last night. I have two good prospects I want to show you. Are you free for lunch?”

“Bob’s coming over and we’re going to have lunch in my office.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Sarah, I won’t mind at all and I’ll tell you the Bob certainly won’t mind.”

“He won’t”

“No, Sarah, I think we could say he’s an entirely new man.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you come to my office and I’ll introduce you to him.”

“Ok, twelve alright.”

“Yes, twelve’s fine.”

Sarah arrived punctually at noon at the law offices of Haywood, Miller, and Mathews. It wasn’t a large firm, but they did well in the areas of corporate and real estate law. Carol Mathews had been a partner for more than two years and enjoyed the income and perks that went with partnership.

Sarah enters as Anna is leaving. “Go right in Mrs. Davis. She and Mr. Mathews are expecting you.”

Sarah turns to say goodbye to Anna and says, “Anna, I think you have a problem?”

“Yes, Mrs. Davis?”

“Your blouse is buttoned incorrectly.”

Anna looks down and sees that all the buttons aree one off. “Well,” she smiled, “I wonder how that happened?” She starts correcting the problem with Sarah watching her. As the buttons positions are adjusted Sarah notices that Anna isn’t wearing a bra.

“Do you often come to work braless?”

“No, I’ve never done it before today.”

“What makes today different?”

“Mrs. Davis, sometimes you decide it’s just time for a change. I guess today was the day. Have a good lunch, Mrs. Davis.”

“You too, Anna.”

As she left Anna twists the lock in the doorknob and pulls the door firmly shut as she leaves. Sarah walks over to the door to Carol’s office and goes it.

Carol and Bob were seating at a small conference table set for lunch. “Sarah, Come in. I had Bob pick up a salad for you.”

“It looks good.”

“Do you want to talk about your project while we eat?”

Sarah glanced at Bob, and said, “Is that alright?”

“Oh, yes.” Carol looked at Bob and says, “Bob, Sarah and I are going to talk business now. You will not hear what we talk about. When I want your attention back I will touch your arm.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Sarah looked at Carol with a shocked look on her face. Carol smiled at her and said, “Oh, don’t be shocked. I think that after so many years of neglect I enjoy an excess of respect.”

Sarah looks at Bob silently eating lunch, completely unaware of what Carol had just said.

“You know, Carol, this has its possibilities.”

Carol smiled again. “Yes it does, and I think they should be fully explored.”

Sarah pulls the two folders out of her oversized handbag, and pushes them across to Connie. “Two rich widows: one whose husband, an athlete, died taking steroids. He was running back for the Dolphins. He died last year, and she just settled for $25 million from the drug maker. The other is the wife of a real estate investor who died on the golf course of a heart attack. He died a few days ago, so she may still be in morning.”

“These sound like very good prospects. The firm has a private investigator. I’ll turn this over to him and tell him I want full background checks on potential clients.”

“How long before we hear?”

“Oh, maybe early next week, I’ll put a rush on it and he’s got a good sized staff to handle work like this. We need to set up a corporation, Sarah.”

“Why is that?”

“If we’re going to start spending money and making investments we need a business vehicle to handle the transactions.”

“What should we call it?”

“I don’t know. It’s probably not that important.”

Sarah says humorously, “How about Paul’s Ball, Inc.”

Carol gives her a funny look, and says, “Why not both of them? I know for a fact he has two.”

Sarah had forgotten that Carol had no idea where the rings came from or of the existence of the ball. She covers her mistake with a little joke, “Ok, let’s call it Paul’s Balls, Inc. they taste great and are very filling.”

Carol laughed, and said, “I might have trouble getting that approved. Let’s pick something cryptic like ‘Latitude Industries, Inc. It doesn’t mean anything and sounds official.”

“Sound fine to me. You get that started and I’ll tell Paul this evening what we’ve done.”

“We will make you president and chairman of the board. Paul’s too young to serve official, but he can issue the instructions through you. I’ll handle the duties of corporate counsel.”

“Carol, exactly how are we going to make money with this corporation?
“I’m not sure yet. We’ll start thinking about how to use this power, but first we need a legal framework to exercise whatever power we decide to exert.”

Carol looks at Sarah and says, “So, it looks like we’re done with lunch and business?”

“I would say so. What next?”

Carol says, “How about his.” She leans over and kisses Sarah softly. Sarah’s eyes dart toward Bob. “Oh, Sarah, don’t you worry about Bob. I don’t think he’s too interested in us now.” Bob had finished his lunch and is reading a business magazine laid out on the table before him.

Sarah returns the kiss and moves to embrace Carol. They draw together and their breasts merge and squeeze together. They stand up together and continue their kiss, open their mouths to taste the other’s tongue. Carol reaches down to Sarah’s ass and her soft buttocks fill her hands. She knows Sarah is without panties.

She breaks the kiss and licks along Sarah’s jaw down to her ear. She whispers, “I’ve stopped wearing underwear too.” Sarah’s hand drops to Carol’s ass and searches for the truth. She touches a smooth unlined area of her dress.

Carol reaches between them and pops open her business jacket. She pulls it off and drops it on the chair behind her desk. Sara gasps as she looks at Carol’s blouse. Carol is wearing a sheer see-through blouse with not bra on. Her nipples show through clearly. They push out the material and hold it suspended under their erect points.

“Carol, that’s so hot. I see why you’re wearing that jacket. You’d get arrested if you wore that outside.”

“During the morning it got awfully hot in here while I was working and I took it off. Anna walked in and when she saw it dropped a file folder all over the floor. She was so flustered that she ran back out to the office. I didn’t want her to be upset so I walked out to her desk.”

“Did you put your coat back on?”

“No.”

“You nasty girl!”

“You think that was nasty. Let me tell you what happened out there.”

I walk back out there, bouncing the whole way. She is sitting at her desk trying to sort out the folder she dropped. I tell her that she needs to get used to seeing me like this as I have decided that I will not suffer the discomfort of underwear any more. I said that while out of the office, I would be conservatively attired, but while behind closed doors I would loosen up a little.

Anna says, “I can understand that. I have been wearing uncomfortable underwear for forty years. I got my first bra at twelve and have hated them ever since.”

I told her that I didn’t think I would ever wear a bra again, and that if my tits did sag a little from it, I think my husband will still love them and suck on the when ever I ask him to. Anna is surprised at her bosses usually frank response.

I asked her if her husband liked to suck on her tits.

“Carol, it’s been a long time.” Ann doesn’t say anything for several sections, and then she looks at me and says, “You said underwear, does that mean you aren’t wearing panties anymore.”

I tell her that I think panties are too inconvenient, and I didn’t wear them any more.

“What do you mean by inconvenient?”

To answer this I lean over her desk and put my palms down and tell her that when I need my husband, or any other man, for that matter to fuck me. I don’t want to have to wait to get them off. I just want to be able to lean over a desk. Pull up my dress and have the cock in my cunt.”

I look at Anna and I think, perhaps, I’ve gone too far. She looks as if you is going to faint. Especially, since I had pulled up the back of my dress. She can’t see my ass, but she knows it is naked.

I look her in the eye and ask: don’t you like to be ready, at a moment’s notice, to have your husband’s hard dick fucked into your pussy?”

She is flushed, and in a very shaky voice says to me, “He hasn’t fucked me in two years. How long has it been since Bob made love to you?

I tell her when I woke up this morning he had a hard cock and I took it in my pussy and he made me cum, and then he licked by pussy until I had two orgasms.

I lean in close to her face and ask, if she likes to have her pussy licked. She swallows hard and says that it has been a long, long, time, and that her husband has never licked it.

I ask her who had licked her cunt. She says shortly after they were married she had gotten friendly with a neighbor.

I said, that sounds like fun. Did he have a big cock? She looks at me at says, He didn’t have a cock, it was his wife. Anna’s revelation opens my pussy and starts small rivers running down my thighs.

I ask her if she had licked her neighbor’s pussy. She nodded and I asked how long they’d done it. She said two years, then they had moved away, and it had never happened again.

I ask her if she has thought about it often. She says, she thinks about it constantly.

I ask, do you still think about it when you masturbate. She nods. Did you ever tell your husband? I ask her. She shakes her head. I walk to the door, turn the lock, and then walk around her desk and stand next to her. I still am holding my dress over my ass. I faced her and see the lust in her eyes. I turn around, spread my legs, and bend over exposing my pussy and ass to her.

I ask if I looked as good as her neighbor. There were several seconds of silence and then she says, ‘Yes.’

I can feel her eyes on my ass though I can’t see her face. Then there is a soft touch. I can’t tell what it is at first. Oh, my, it’s her tongue. Her tongue touches them; it pushes on them, as if testing the firmness. She goes deeper, the lips separating, her tongue remembering the taste after so many years.

I am so wet. Here’s my secretary of almost fifteen years licking my pussy. She has never shown the slightest interest before, and here I am bent at the waist and she’s tongue fucking me. I bent over further, and I bring my clit under her tongue. She sucks it into her mouth. My juices are running down my leg. She has the longest tongue, and I feel like I am fucking a small dick. She slips a wet finger into my ass. I wonder how she got it so wet. Her mouth has never left my cunt. I lean down and look through my legs and see her frantically masturbating.

I come in her face. I bath her face in my juices. She licks me clean. As I catch my breath I turn around and drop my skirt. She’s looking at me with fear in her eyes. She says to me I can’t believe I did that. I lean down and take her face in to my hands. I kiss her lips, lightly I tasting myself, and tell her she was magnificent.

I point to her desk and tell her to sit on it. She rises slowly and sets her bottom on the edge and leans back. I look in her eye and tell her to lift her skirt. She does nothing for a few seconds then reaches down for the hem. She slowly lifts the hem to her waist. She’s is wearing full panties under panty hose. Her pantyhose are torn at the crotch and the gusset is stretched out of shape. I lean down and rip a larger hole in her hose. I pull a pair of scissors out of a cup on her desk, and cut through the panties. I rip the material, and Anna moans from the excitement. I kneel down and start tongue fucking her pussy.

She gasps, Oh, Carol, I’m so hot. It’s been so long since someone’s done this.” Anna grabs the torn pantyhose and panties and frenetically tears at the fabric. Muttering, “Want to be naked, must be naked.” Carol takes pity on her and grabs the torn underwear and yanks them down her legs, throwing them in the trashcan. I tell Anna she won’t be needing them anymore.

Anna replies, “No, Ma’am, I won’t.” Carol thinks that’s an odd reply. She’s never called her ma’am before. Carol stands up and leans over her secretary and begins unbuttoning her blouse. Anna starts undoing the buttons at the cop. They meet in the middle and Anna sits up for Carol to remove the blouse.

Anna reaches behind her back to undo the bra, but Carol is way ahead of her. Carol slips the blades of the scissors around the strap holding the cups together and cuts through it. Carol snatches the bra off Anna and deposits it in the trash with Anna’s other underwear.

I push Anna back on the desk and step between her legs. I push two fingers into Anna’s cunt. She moans and spreads her legs wider.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You don’t need that underwear any more, do you?”

“No, Ma’am, I won’t.” I slip one finger from my other hand into her pussy. I need to get it very wet.

“In fact you and I aren’t going to wear underwear to work any more are we?”

“No Ma’am, we aren’t”

“Anna what will I do tomorrow, if I get horny while I work?“

“You will call for me, Ma’am.”

“Why, Anna?”

“So I can come in your office and lick your pussy.” I take my freshly moistened finger and slid it up her ass.

“Oh, my fucking god. I’ve never had anyone finger fuck my ass.” I slip another finger in. “Oh, I feel so fucking full.”

“You’ve never had a cock up your ass, Anna.”

“No, Ma’am, I haven’t”

“Well, you will soon. I’ll see to that.”

“Ma’am, please I’m so close. I need to cum.”

I lean down and flick my tongue rapidly over her clit. She squeezes the fingers in her cunt and ass and comes in my face. I keep flicking her click as her cum bathes me.

I massage her G-spot, and she starts to cry out. Quickly I lift my head and sharply say, “Quiet Anna.” Anna goes silent, but her body lifts off the desk and she tries to push her cunt into my face. Anna cums and cums and finally her body drops to the table, and she appears to be unconscious. I was worried so I go around to her head and lean down. She’s breathing. I say, “Anna are you all right?” Anna produces a beaming smile and says, “Ma’am I’ve never felt better.” She sits up on the desk and picks up her blouse and buttons it. She looks in the trashcan at her ripped panty hose and panties and sliced up bra, and decides she can do without the underwear. I see her pick the tattered underwear from the trash can and puts it in her purse.

“Ma’am, I think it would be wiser if I threw these away at home.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Carol was going back into her office when she turns to Anna who is pulling up her skirt. “Now I hope you see the need for no underwear, and Anna, when my husband and Mrs. Davis arrive for lunch you may go to lunch and please lock the door on your way out. We don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Yes, ma’am”

For the last five minutes of Carol’s story both ladies had their dresses up around their waists and were masturbating. When Carol completed her tale they were both very hot.

“Carol, that’s the hottest story I’ve ever heard. It certainly explains Anna blouse when I got here.”

“What about her blouse.”

“Well I come in and as she’s about to leave I notice her blouse is cross-buttoned.”

Carol laughs, “Yes, she was still in a daze when she was buttoning her blouse. Sarah, I think we need some help here.”

Carol looks over at Bob who is still reading the magazine. She gets up and touches him on the arm. Sarah lowers her dress, and sits back to see what Carol is up to.

Bob looks up at her and she says, “Bob, honey, Sarah and I need your help. I was telling her about how Anna and I licked each other’s pussies this morning and we are very hot now. We need you to lick our pussies and make us cum.”

Bob looks at Sarah, who smiles back at him. “Who should I do first?”

“Well, Bob, Sarah is a guest here, so I think you should lick hers first.

“OK.” Bob gets up and walks over to Sarah and kneels in front of her. He waits at the end of her knees.

Carol says, “Sarah, if you want him to lick you, you’ve got to open your legs and pull your dress up.”

“Oh, sorry.” She spreads her legs and pulls up her dress exposing her bare cunt to Bob. She feels a bit strange, but she is very horny. Bob leans down and starts to lick Sarah’s pussy lips. She leans her head back and let’s Bob do his assigned task. He moves from lips to clit and back. She notices that he is concentrating totally on eating her pussy. He’s like a machine as he works her over. His tongue whips her into frenzy.

She’s trying to be quiet as Bob works over the cunt. She grabs the back of his head and forces it into her pussy as she cums all over his face. She releases Bob and falls back on the seat.

“Carol, for a guy who has never really eaten pussy he sure does it well. Shit, he’s almost as good as Greg.”

Carol stands up and walks over to her desk and bends over. She pulls up her dress and says, “Bob I need more than my pussy licked. Get over her and fuck me.”

Bob rises from in front of Sarah and moves over behind Carol. He unbuckles his belt, unsnaps the pants and pushes pants and underwear to the floor. His cock is already hard and push moves close behind Carol and inserts his cock into her wet cunt.

“Push it in Bob, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I’ll too hot to play around. I need to cum. Oh, yeah, hard like that. Give me that cock of yours.” Bob is slamming his body into Carol’s ass and Sarah could hear the squelching sounds of Carol’s wet cunt.

“Don’t you dare cum, Bob. You can’t cum until I tell you can cum. Fuck my hot cunt--give it to me.” Sarah notices that the lunch hour is almost over and Anna will be returning soon. She needs to move this along a bit. She walks up behind Bob and turns around and sits on the floor. She leans back and puts her face into Carol’s pussy and starts toot lick her cunt.

“What the fuck are you doing down there Sarah. Oh, yeah, eat the pussy while Bob fucks me. Lick it. Lick it good and I’ll have Anna lick you later. She will eat your pussy if I tell her too. Oh, fuck I’m going to cum. Cumming. Bob cum in my cunt.”

Bob grunted and his body jerked as the cum emerged from his cock. It filled Carol’s cunt and leaked out, dripping onto Sarah’s tits. Bob thrust his cumming cock up Carol’s wet cunt and this intensified her cum. She collapsed on the desk with Bob’s cock still buried in her pussy. Sarah stands up and looks at the connected couple and says,

“We should do this again sometime.”

Carol murmurs, “For sure.”

As Sarah is walking out she hears Carol say to Bob, “Fuck me once more, then you can go back to work.” She shuts the door to Carol’s office.

Anna walks in a that moment. “Hello, Mrs. Davis.”

“Hello, Anna, how’s your day been.”

“One of the best ever.”

“Well I’ll see you later.”

“Mrs. Davis, just one moment.”

“Yes, Anna.”

“I don’t think you want to go out with this on.” Anna reachs for Sarah’s chest. Sarah looks down and watchs Anna use her finger to sweep up a large blot of Bob’s cum. Anna takes her cum filled finger and puts it in her mouth and sucks it clean.

“That is very tasty. Was that Mr. Mathews cum?

“Yes, Anna it was. You should try is some time.”

“Perhaps you would let Carol know that I would love to taste her husbands cum.”

“Bye, Anna.”

“Bye, Mrs. Davis”

Paul arrives home from school at the usual time today. During school today he carefully avoided touching anyone with his gold ring. He had stopped to talk to Peggy Freeman today, and he was relieved that she was just a rude to him today as the day before. He still had her panties, and wonders what she thinks happened to them.

He walks into the kitchen and sees his mother making a pizza. “This is for you and Connie. Your father and I are going out tonight with the Cohens tonight. We may be late. Connie is going over Beth’s for a sleep over about eight. Connie should be home soon. You’ll have the house to yourself tonight. I worked on the project today and had a lunch meeting with Carol at her office.”

“How did that go?”

“Pretty good, We have to prespects that Carol is checking out with a investigator. I’ll give you the file when she returns it to me.”

“Great. Have you figured out a way to use our capabilities to make money for then yet.”

“No not completely, but Carol’s pretty smart and she’ll think of a way. Oh, and Paul, she wants a ring for her secretary. Carol thinks Anna would be a valuable addition to the team, but she is afraid to discuss any of the details unless she is wearing a ring.”

“How old is his secretary; is the hot?” Paul’s mind was, at the moment, being led by his cock, which had almost gone eighteen hours without cumming, a record for this week.

“She’s over fifty, but she is kind of hot.”

“If Carol thinks she needs one she gets one.”

“You call her Carol when she’s not here.”

“Oh, I would call her Carol to her face, but she get so horny when I call her Mrs. Mathews. I just can’t resist teasing her.

“I’ll go get one, and you can give it to her when you see her.”