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    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: The adventures of Daniel, a young college grad whose good work ethic lands him a job
    as the caretaker of a rich divorced woman's property. He soon finds comfort in the arms of some interesting women, before his employer, who hears her biological clock ticking, decides she wants him to plant a special kind of seed.
    Keywords: MF, youngerM/olderF, rom

I watched as she looked over the recent planting. She smiled, causing me to feel a bit better. The Weeping Cherry did look fine underneath the high canopy of the two, massive White Pines. And the few Hosta's underneath were fine. She said softly, "Good job, Daniel."

I grinned, answering "Thank you, Mrs. Palance."

"I noticed you left room along the edges, for annuals, I suppose?" She stated.

"I was thinking of maybe Impatient’s, or possibly even a ground cover, such as Myrtle. After all, there is not much sun light." was my response.

She crossed her arms, and turning, she walked to her left, looking at it, and at the rest of the grounds. "Daniel, I've talked to your boss. I requested that I would like you to work on my gardens and lawn on Thursdays and Fridays. Would that be all right with you?"

I was a bit shocked, "Sure, no problem."

I saw her turn to face me, a smile on her face, as she said "Great." Looking up at the house, she said "I've a few projects before the summer is over." She sighed, "Summer's here sure don't last long, do they Daniel?"

I laughed, "No ma'am. They don't."

She chuckled, and shook her head, saying "Daniel, when we're in public, you can call me Mrs. Palance, or Ma'am. Here, you can call me Rosa. Understand?"

I replied "Sure Rosa."

She walked towards the house, saying "You've done great work this year, and the beauty of it has made me so much happier." I was walking a few steps behind her, as she went on to say "This isn't unusual, is it?"

I asked "Pardon?"

She smiled, "What I mean is, me having Mr. Combs providing a worker two days a week to care for my grounds."

I chuckled, "I believe if you pay Mr. Combs, he'll be more than happy to allow me to work here for you."

She giggled, and she looked up at the late-August sun, "Well, it's pushing dinner time, you best be off. I'll be seeing you next Thursday then."

I said "Very well, Rosa." She walked up to the back door, and I went on around the side of the large, old mansion to the company truck. And of course, I was a bit amazed at her request. As I drove off towards Elmwood to head to the expressway, I thought on it some more. I've only been working for Combs Landscaping since the beginning of summer, as I just graduated from a State Ag & Tech school this past May, with an associates in landscaping.

My first assignment was installing a new planting bed in the front of Rosa's large home. And while doing that, I talked to her about re-landscaping the front of the house. The landscaping was ancient, probably as old as the house itself, and it wasn't long before Mr. Combs had me out there again, working on more jobs. First, a complete makeover of the front, ripping out the old, adding some very nice flowering broad leaf evergreens, mainly Rhododendrons, but some nice, and expensively large Azalea's as well.

I then did some tree work for her, trimming up some massive Red Oaks, and the above mentioned Pines out back. Then, a few small planting plots. And the usual odds and ends. Except for the first job, I usually worked alone, depending on the size of the job. And of course, I did the lawn care as well. If I needed help, John was usually the guy. The others, she just didn't like. No idea why, but she did make it known if she did not like someone.

Now, about her herself. I guessed her to be about thirty-six years of age. A full figure, mature, but not fat. Healthy, that would be a good word to describe her. Long, straight blonde hair, which I suspect to not be her natural hair color. I knew her to be divorced, as I've heard her on one occasion refer to Mr. Palance as that 'despicable bastard'. She mentioned him only once, that being the week I was installing the limestone patio off the conservatory, which has a very nice and small pool inside. No, I never used it, nor was I ever expecting to. But on the backside of the house, it sticks out on it's own wing, surrounded by glass. This is the south side of the house, and the conservatory is filled with lush, tropical plants, which thanks to the winter sun, thrive inside quite well, from what she has told me all summer.

A week went by, and Thursday morning I found myself at her place, working on the yard work. This would be the pattern for the rest of the summer, which was almost over, and on into the fall. But on the twentieth of October, my life changed. My parents were killed in a car accident. I'm an only child, so everything to be done had to be handled by me. Even though we, as in my parents and I, had little money, we were well known in the Akron area. So there were a lot of people at the funeral. Even Rosa showed up.

Two weeks later, I was at her house, removing the snow. She has a great snow-blower, which I quickly learned to use, as I cleaned off her drive and walks. I was about done, right at the front entrance, when she opened up the door, and said "Daniel, once you're done, come on in and get warmed up."

I smiled, saying "Sure thing, about there, Rosa.

"Come on in through the breezeway, once you get the snow blower put away." She stated as she closed the door, while I continued getting the last bit of snow shoveled off the steps. Then, I went and got the blower and put it in the garage, shut the overhead door, and went to the door that lead to the breezeway. The garage is separated from the house, at least on the ground floor. Although I had yet to be inside, from the outside, it looked like the second floor went over the drive and on over the large, three-car garage.

I walked up the two steps to the door, and knocked. Seconds later, I could see through the window that she was coming to it. She opened it up, and said "Good, you're finished, come this way."

I started to move forward, but I stopped and said "Um, Rosa, best if I get my boats off."

She smiled, as I crouched down and undid my laces, then pulled them off my feet. There was a mat by the door, and I placed them there, and I followed her as she led me into a room with a few couches. The windows opened up on the front yard, as she pointed to a seat, saying "I'll be right back."

It felt good to sit. Mr. Combs had me do three other jobs this morning, saying he wanted me to do Rosa's last. This was our first snowfall, and being new and not use to plowing with a truck, I got to do the jobs involving homes. The previous two I did more shoveling than using power equipment, so I was a bit tuckered out. She soon reappeared, carrying a tray, which had a mug, and some pastries on it. Setting it down on the table in front of me, she sat on the couch next to me, saying "Help yourself."

I said "Thanks, Rosa.", as I picked up one of the pastries, and began to eat. The mug contained hot chocolate, which I took a sip of. It was made with milk, so it tasted as good as the pastries, which I found to be stuffed with strawberry’s. As I ate, she asked "So Daniel, how you been doing?"

I shrugged, swallowed, and said "Okay. I guess." It was nice of her to ask, but why?

"Do you enjoy working for Mr. Combs?" Okay, where is this leading. The way she asked that, it just didn't seem right. I was telling myself to be careful.

"Well, he's okay. I mean, I really don't have that much work experience. He treats me okay, and the other workers too."

I was sipping the hot cocoa, when she said "You know, you've done a great job for me this year. And keeping it all going will take a lot of time."

I didn't think anything of it, saying "Yeah, probably two days a week for me will be a lot of work."

"You live by yourself?" she asked.

Now, why the change of subject? "Yes, my parents trailer."

Then, she blurted it out, "How would you like to live in my servants quarters and work for me, full time."

Yeah, I was shocked. I darn near dropped the mug. "Well, I...." I cleared my throat, and said quickly, "Will you have enough work for me?"

"Yes, talking to Mr. Combs, you can do most any handyman job, and I could even use you as a butler and a chauffer."

I sat back, and thought for a few seconds, as she added "I'll pay you two-fifty a week. You'll have full room and board."

Well, that clinched it, as I said "Sure."

She smiled, patting my knee with her hand, saying "Good. I already informed Mr. Combs of my intentions. You can take his truck back to the shop. I hear you have a truck of your own?" I nodded, and she added, "You can park it in the garage. I'll give you a opener for it when you get back with your belongings. Then I'll show you your living quarters."

She stood, and I quickly scarfed down the cocoa, and we shook hands, with me saying "I'm looking forward to this, Rosa."

She grinned, saying "Good, I'm sure you'll enjoy working for me."

I was all smiles as I drove the truck back to the shop. It took a few hours to get to the trailer, packed up the first truck load, and return to Rosa's place. After driving through the breezeway, I pulled my truck to the end of the garage, parking it in front of the last set of overhead doors. As I got out, it opened up, and she was standing there. I said "First load." with a smile.

She laughed, saying "Okay, over here." She went to a door in the wall, and opened it, saying "You can use these stairs."

I grabbed a few boxes of clothes, and went on in, following her up the steps. At the top of the stairs, I came through a door, which she was holding open. I found I was in a large room, a few couches and chairs, as he said "This is the living room for you." On the far wall was a hall, and I followed her to it. At the end was a door, and two other doors, one on each side of the hall. "These are the bedrooms." She opened the one on the right, and I followed her in. A full-size bed took much of the room, and a dresser and two doors to the left. She pointed them out, saying to the one towards the hall, "This is a closet, and this other door is your own bathroom."

I set my boxes down, and looking around, all I could say was "Wow!"

She laughed, "I'll take that to mean you like it." She looked at her watch, and said "I'll have dinner ready at about seven, why don't you go get more of your stuff. Then after dinner, I'll show you the rest of the house."

I was able to get four trips by six, and was still unpacking when she came through the door into the apartment are above the garage. I smiled, saying "I've most everything, Rosa."

She smiled, "Good. Let me show you how to get to the kitchen, and then we can eat."

I said "Sure." as I dropped what I was doing, and followed closely behind her. Of course, my eyes were bugging out. Fine paintings and tapestries along the walls, and statuary and large vases, which I was sure that each one had cost a lot more than my parents trailer. Then down a curved staircase to the first floor.

As we walked, she said "You'll be learning everything about this house, tomorrow is Sunday, and I'll give you a complete tour. For now, you only need to know where we are to eat." Well, dinner was good. It was chicken, with mashed potatoes, and cauliflower. She made light conversation, calming me down I suppose. After all, I was in a state of awe. Yeah, I was a bit out of my element, and wondering if this was such a good idea. She did mention that tomorrow we would go over my duties, as well as the tour.

When I got to my apartment, I was exhausted. I was surprised at how easily I fell to sleep. Waking in the morning, I dressed and went to the kitchen, finding it empty. Well, I decided to show my appreciation to my new employer, as I made breakfast. I about had the sausage cooked, which I easily found in the fridge, as she made her appearance, saying "Well, you can cook something. This is good."

I turned, and saw her, standing in a pale yellow bathrobe. I smiled, saying "Yeah, breakfast is about it, though."

She giggled, as I cooked her and I up some fried eggs. I gladly loaded up the dishwasher after our meal, and she then guided me around the house. Downstairs she showed me the sitting room, which I knew already, the entrance room, which is where the staircase is, the library, a room with a pool table, a large living room area, with a television and stereo system, and the dining room, which had a table that could seat twelve easily. Off the library, was the conservatory, which she showed me. The pool was small, maybe thirty feet by twenty, but with the lush tropical plants, it looked very inviting. She said I could use it whenever I wanted, as long as she didn't have guests. I responded, "I'll have to get a swim suit."

She smirked, saying "I would prefer if you did not." I looked at her, stunned, as she said "Don't worry, I won't be peaking." She didn't even wait for me to complain, as she said "Now let me show you the upstairs."

I was at her heels, as she showed me the six bedrooms, including hers. Hers was the only one that had it's own bath, a large one at that. It had a large, claw-foot tub, and a separate large, shower stall. There was another bath on the floor as well. She then showed me the intercom system, which she could call me anywhere in the house.

Then, after a brief tour of the basement, and the wine cellar, we sat down in the sitting room, and she went over my duties. She pretty much had a schedule for me already written up. For starters, I was to begin a project which involved painting an upstairs bedroom. Tomorrow I was to scrape and sand, then in the evening, after she returns from work, we would go looking for paint. The work part was a surprise, and it must have showed on my face, as she said she worked part-time as a lawyer in her dad's firm. I also was to drive her to work, and return to pick her up. She informed me that she hates to drive.

We were also to go out Tuesday evening, and pick out suit's for me to wear as a chauffeur and butler. So, it began. This lady had her on premises handy-man, butler, chauffuer, gardener, and as I found out, pool cleaner, and she wasn't afraid to put me to work. I was even doing the laundry, save for her real nice outfits, and my suits, which were picked up weekly on Mondays from the cleaners. She worked Monday through Wednesday, so those were the days, when I finished my work for the day and before I went downtown to pick her up, that I would take a dip in the pool. I was a bit uneasy at first, swimming in the nude, but eventually, after a month of doing it, I was rather enjoying it.

It was six weeks into this arrangement that she had her first houseguests. By then, we had gotten to the friendly stage, where we would talk about anything. So I wasn't surprised when she said she was having a tea, so she 'Could show me off.' I just laughed, as she coached me every evening after dinner on what to do.

The tea was set for Saturday afternoon. My duties included answering the door, taking coats, and escorting the guests to the library. She already had the food set up, as well as the tea stand. I was to pour for the ladies, and look and act disinterested in the whole affair. Her words, not mine. It was an interesting three hours, as I first did the door duties, taking coats and putting them in the closet, and then serving the tea once all twelve ladies were in the library. Rosa would every now and then send me for something, as the ladies talked away. It was strange to get use to, really, as the women would smile as they saw me standing there, off by the doorway, waiting for Rosa's next command.

All left, save two ladies, who Rosa introduced to me as Ms Andrewski, and Mrs. Walling. Both seemed to be about Rosa's age, as Rosa informed me that she would be going out to dinner with them. All she said as they left, was that they would be back later. After cleaning up in the kitchen, I got in my truck, and went to a fast food restaurant and grabbed a few burgers, and returned to my apartment. About nine I heard the garage door underneath me open, and then shut. I could hear Rosa and the other three ladies as they entered the house, but thought nothing of it. I did notice that they sounded rather cheerful, and I was wondering how much they had drank.

I was watching a hockey game, when I heard her voice on the intercom, saying "Daniel."

I laughed, she sounded drunk, as I went to the intercom and pressed call, saying "Yes Miss Rosa."

She said cheerfully, "We need towels in the library, could you please bring three?"

"Right away, Miss Rosa." I quickly answered her, as I pulled on my butler outfit quickly and went into the main part of the house, and grabbed three large bath towels out of the hall linen closet. Now, I wasn't thinking about anything, except to get the towels to her and her friends. Upon entering the library, which had it's door wide open, I found myself face to face with three rather inebriated ladies in various stages of undress. Rosa was completely naked, and I had a hard time keeping my mouth shut, as I handed her a towel, then one each to the other two. Man, what a sight. Rosa in all her glory, all five-three of her, maybe a hundred and twenty pounds, and I caught a quick glimpse of her crotch, showing that she is most definitely not a natural blond. I found it hard to keep my eyes from looking down, as I also handed Ms Andrewski and Mrs. Walling their towels. Both were a bit heavier than Rosa, and both had breasts that stuck out high and proud. No sag in them, and I suspected them to be enhanced.

As they walked to the door of the conservatory, Rosa said "Be a dear and get us a bottle of wine out of the caller, Daniel. Any bottle will do."

Ms Andrewski laughed, saying "Make it Champaigne, Daniel."

I just nodded and sort of bowed, as I made a dash for the cellar. Damn! The sight of those three naked women was in my mind, as I fetched a bottle of Champaigne, and three tall champagne glasses to go along with it. I rushed back to the library, stopped, took a deep breath to get my heavy breathing under control, and casually walked into the conservatory with bottle and glasses.

They were in the pool, just floating about, chattering away, not paying me any mind. I sat the bottle down first along the pools edge, then the three glasses. As I started filling the glasses, they made their way over to me. I was down on one knee, and when the last one was poured, I turned to them, and trying very hard not to crack even the slightest smile, I looked at Rosa, and asked "Anything else, Miss Rosa?"

She smiled, and said "No, not at the moment. Why don't you have a seat, in case you're needed." She raised her arm out of the water, pointing to the bench by the door. Her breast was pointing to the other direction. What a nice breast!

I replied "Very well.", as I stood and went to the bench, and took a seat. I was finding it very difficult to keep from watching the three water nymphs. Amazing thing about boobies in water, they’re very buoyant, as they take on a perfect spherical shape as they float underneath the water. My view was pretty good, since I was only sitting maybe ten feet from waters edge. I feigned interest, at least I tried to. My pecker on the other hand, it had been hard since five seconds after I first walked into the library and found the three of them naked.

For the next hour, I sat and waited, only getting up twice to refill their glasses. And I noticed the glances of the ladies at my crotch, catching them doing so, and they just grinned when I would make eye contact. As for their conversation, I tuned it out. I caught references about husbands, and former husbands. And of course, I was even brought up a few times, as Rosa's guests commented on how well behaved I have been. At least most of me had been. If they only knew what was running through my mind.

When they decided to get out of the pool, that proved interesting, as first Rosa climbed the steps up, followed by the other two. I quickly moved to the towels, handing them each one, and I picked up the empty glasses and bottle, following them into the library, admiring their bare backside's as they dried off. Shit, I could have never dreamed something like this up, that was my thought at the moment. As I started to walk out of the room, Rosa said "Daniel."

I turned, looking at her as she wrapped the towel around her waist, her lovely breasts hanging proud and free. "Yes, Miss Rosa."

She said "My guests will be staying the night. Could you open up a pair of bedrooms and let them air out a bit. I'm sure they're pretty stuffy."

I smiled, nodding my head and turning to leave the room. First to the kitchen, to get rid of the bottle and glass's. Then up the stairs to open the bedrooms at the end of the hall. I went to the guest bathroom, pulling out towels and putting them in the racks, and then went back downstairs. Entering the library, it took a lot of discipline to keep from cracking a smile, as all three were sitting, laughing at some joke, with nothing on but towels.

I cleared my throat, and all three looked my way, as I said "Miss Rosa, I've opened up two bedrooms, and have placed towels in the guest bath."

She smiled, and started to get up, but fell right back down on her butt in the chair. The towel slid off her waist, but I kept my eyes on her face, as she replied, "Very good, Daniel."

"Will there be anything else?" I asked.

I was somewhat amused as the other two ladies burst out laughing when I asked that. But Rosa just waved her hand, saying "No, you go on to bed, now. We can manage from here."

Ms Andrewski blurted out, "Hell, I think you should make him go swim."

Oh shit, I don't think this is a good idea. Well, my mind was telling me that, my penis was having thoughts of it's own, as Mrs. Walling interjected quickly "Yeah, Rosa. Order him to get that suit off and into the pool."

I finally smiled, saying "I would enjoy that, ma'am. But I've already taken a shower for the evening. And I don't want to waste any more water."

Rosa laughed, saying "Good night, Daniel. Don't let these horny old biddies bother you."

I left the room, hearing Ms Andrewski defend herself, saying "Horny old biddies? Look who's talking?"

They went at it, as I heard them jokingly slamming each other, as I went on up the stairs and to my apartment. Well, after a shower, I had lied, where I wanked off a heavy load, I finally got to get to bed.

I woke early Sunday. And with a smile I thought about what I had witnessed last night. Enough thinking to get my pecker at attention. I got out of bed and pulled on some sweats, and went to the kitchen. I started the coffee, as Rosa always wants some in the morning, and then pulled out a packet of bacon. I figured that her guests would be eating, as I went about cooking up the whole package. I guess it didn't take long for the aroma of brewing coffee and cooking bacon to make it's way upstairs, as the intercom in the kitchen buzzed to life, with Rosa's voice saying "Daniel, could you bring me up mine, please."

I chuckled, she sounded like shit. I went to the intercom, saying "And for your guests too, Miss Rosa?"

A "By all means." was her reply.

I just cooked the bacon, and made up scrambled eggs as well as some toast. Ten minutes and I had three plates ready, along with coffee, and a small pitcher of juice. Each bedroom has a desk, which I figured that they could use to eat at. Luckily, this big old mansion has a dumb waiter, which I loaded up with the grub, and hit the button, sending it on upstairs as I took the stairs. After getting to the dumbwaiter upstairs, I pulled out the cart and I first went to Rosa's room, and knocked lightly, immediately getting a response to enter. It was difficult to open the door, but I did manage it, as I walked in, placing the tray on her desk. She smiled at me, and I returned the smile, almost breaking out laughing at the sight of her. Boy did she look like shit this morning. She was for the most part under the covers, just the top of her head showing, as I heard her mutter softly "Go on and deliver the others."

I smiled, replying "Yes, Rosa."

I exited and went to the other two rooms, delivering their morning fare. Both the other ladies looked to be in worse shape than Rosa, as I knocked lightly at each door, entered, and placed their food on the desks. Only Mrs. Walling showed any life, raising her hand out from underneath the blanket, and motioning me to leave. I was laughing inside, as I returned to the kitchen, and had my own breakfast. I did have things I needed to get done. A light four-inch snowfall had fallen during the night, so once finished with breakfast (Mine anyway), I went and got into some coveralls, and proceeded to clean off the cars in the drive, and then started clearing the snow off the driveway and the walks. I didn't think about the loudness of the snow blower, not until I was almost done anyway. It takes about an hour, including taking care of the walks and the back patio, which has to be shoveled by hand.

I put things away once done, and headed up to my apartment. After a quick shower, I settled down in front of my television, checking to see what was on. The Bills had an away game, but that was in a few hours, as I watched a bunch of crap for the most part. Two hours later, I heard Rosa's guests finally get into their cars and leave. Ten minutes later, Rosa entered my apartment. I looked up, and saw she was smiling. I asked "What's up?"

She came over and sat next to me, and said "You did a very good job, Daniel."

I tried not to smile too much, as I said "Thank you."

"Even if the snow blower was a bit loud." She added.

I cringed, saying "Sorry, didn't think about it until I was almost done."

At least she laughed, "No problem, it got them up and out of my house." I smirked, and she patted my leg, as she then said "Now, about last night." Uh-oh, is shit going to hit the fan? "I would like to commend you for being a gentleman, and I'm sure this will not get out, correct?"

I chuckled, "No problem. Besides, who would believe me?"

She grinned, "I'm sure you enjoyed the show. Those two can be such teases. Now that I know you can be trusted, I'll probably have them, or some more ladies over for a swim as well." She got up, and as she went to the door, she said "Oh, tomorrow I've an appointment for you at the Auto Club to get your picture taken. Then you need to go get a copy of your birth certificate, and then get to the post office to get your passport."

I looked at her, a bit stunned by this, as I asked "Passport?"

"We've a trip in February to Paris. Hopefully we'll get your passport back in time." She left, and I sat there, stunned. Paris? Damn, I've rarely traveled more than fifty miles from Western New York, and I'm going to Paris? Damn! I sat there, thinking about that for thirty minutes. Yeah, I was a bit amazed. I guess this job is going to have some perks. Hell, I was thrilled to find out last night that one was seeing her and her friends stark ass naked!

She didn't have anything for me to do the rest of the day. Although I did move on downstairs to watch the game and to eat. Okay, I did do one thing, I had to go get Chinese take-out. I didn't bring up anything about the Paris trip. I guess I was still in a state of shock. Monday went off without a hitch. I had everything done by early afternoon, as I was by then relaxing in the pool, waiting for the time to go pick up Rosa. I was still thinking about this upcoming trip. I had already figured out that I would be spending it taking care of her needs, driving her around, escorting her would be a better term. I was thinking about the driving part, wondering what that would be like. I would probably be playing butler, but I was wondering how much.

Then, as I was floating around in the pool, my mind wandered back to Saturday night. Yeah, three ladies, three naked ladies. The memory of them was still fresh in my mind. Those titties as they moved about in the water. And those nipples! Rosa's were the most amazing, as hers stuck out big time! I guessed them to be the size of the tip of my thumb, and the other two, more curvaceous than Rosa. My cock was aching as I thought about them, a smile on my face, as I was leaning up against the wall of the pool, not paying any attention. And why should I be? After all, I was here all alone, not needing to go pick up Rosa for another ninety minutes.

It felt like I jumped out of my skin when I heard her all familiar voice, saying "Enjoying yourself, Daniel?"

I damn near had a heart attack, as I was standing up, looking her way, a big grin on her face, as she looked at my hanging hard meat. I covered my prick, tried to anyway, as I stammered out "I didn't hear you come in."

She said "Yes, I see that." She didn't move, just stood there, as she then said "I wanted to check and see how things went for you today, did you have any problems?"

"Uh, no." Now why the fuck won't my cock relax? "I got everything done, they said I should get my passport back by January fifteenth."

She happily said "Good. Now why don't you get out and get dressed. I want to get some shopping done."

She obviously wasn't going to budge. I smiled, as I walked on up the steps out of the pool, as if I was fully clothes, as I then said "Where to?" "Toronto." she replied.

I picked up my towel, and started to dry myself of. My pecker was finally losing some rigidity, and I saw her stealing glimpses of it. As I wrapped it about me, I realized that she did this on purpose. But I decided not to say anything, as I headed out of the conservatory, saying "Give me about ten minutes. Who drove you home?"

I heard her say "Amelia Walling. We've been here for thirty minutes." I froze and turned around to see her smiling, as she added, "She saw enough, so she left."

Shit, I can't believe what had happened, as I went on up to my apartment, and quickly got dressed. Soon, we were heading down the Scajacuada, the short distance to the 190, and then to the Peace Bridge. She was silent the whole trip, opting to sit in the back seat of her BMW and read as I negotiated traffic on the QEW. We ended up at the Eaton Centre, where I followed her from store to store. Then to a few stores off of Younge Street. I was carrying what, ten bags by this point? Hell, I don't know. I do know that I was tired by the time we arrived back in Buffalo at a bit past midnight. At least she did buy my dinner.

The rest of the week was the normal routine, although I did limit my swimming to a shorter amount of time. I was a bit jumpy, wondering if she was going to make it a habit of catching me swimming. Saturday, I did some carpentry work, repairing some molding around a door, and then painting it. I was done by dinner, and as we ate that, she said "Why don't you go out tonight?"

"Huh?" was all I could say.

She rolled her eyes, and said "You haven't gone out since you've lived here. You need to get out and party some."

"Well, I really never was one to hit the bars, Rosa." I said. This was true. I think I went out maybe five times since I graduated from high school.

She reached into her jeans, and pulled out a pair of twenties, "Here, there's a few nice places over by the campus, Go take the BMW and have a good time." She grinned, adding "Maybe you'll even get lucky."

That caused me to laugh, as I stood, took the money from her hand, and said "Okay, why not. I'll go shower and go see what I can get into."

She broke up with laughter, as I exited the kitchen and headed up to shower and go out for an evening. An hour later, I'm pulling the bright blue BMW out of the garage, and heading for the night spots surrounding the Buffalo College campus. It was a bit early, as I settled into the first establishment, ordered myself a soda, and watched intently as the place slowly filled up. By nine, after finishing my fourth coke, I headed out of that fine establishment, and went a few blocks down to another. I don't know why I didn't stay at the first one. I felt like a wallflower, which, truth be told, I am. None of the coeds seemed interested in me, and of course, I dared not make a move towards any of them. Yeah, my social interacting skills with the opposite sex really do suck.

I didn't really notice anything as I drove down the block. Rosa's car is a great car, I would hate to know how much it had cost, or how much trouble I would get her in and myself if I wrecked it. So, I decided I had better not drink anything. This isn't hard to do, as I don't like to drink anyway. Although, the only three times I got laid, alcohol was part of the mix. The second place was packed. I even had a hard time trying to find a place to park. Getting out and heading to the door, I noticed some people were staring at me, wondering who I was maybe? I hadn't a clue. I was dressed in a good pair of pants, and one of my dress shirts.

Entering, the smell of smoke was the first thing to bombard my senses. Okay, the second thing. The obnoxiously loud music was the first. I paid a cover charge of a couple of bucks, entered, and tried wedging myself through the mass of humanity. It took me about ten minutes to fight my way to the bar, where the bartender looked at me rather strangely when I ordered a coke. I got it, and started moving about. I was really wondering what the fuck I was doing here. I mean, I'm not a partier, there are hundreds of people here that I hadn’t a clue who any of them are, holding my drink, smiling, and wondering if some coed will introduce herself.

So yeah, I was surprised. A hand grabbed my arm, and I turned, seeing a smiling face. I thought I recognized it, as she pulled me towards the dance floor. I sat my drink on a table, and soon we were dancing. Oh yeah, another thing that I don't do well. I hate dancing. The song ended, sort of, and she pulled me to a table. She asked me my name, literally yelling in my ear as she did, and I told her, and asked hers. I hadn't a clue what the fuck she even said. A waitress came by, she ordered two drinks, I think she said rum-n-coke, but I wasn't sure. What I was sure of, was her hand on the inside of my thigh, rubbing my leg, and I turned to find her lips on mine. Wow, we have lift-off! And there's no way that I could describe her. Of course, she's shorter than I, most women are. She looked a bit older for the college crowd, bright blond hair, and a healthy chest. Damn healthy chest! I glanced down to see cleavage that I wanted to get a closer look at.

Some more kissing, and I was coping a feel of her tits through her top. They felt large, and rather hard, not easily pliable. Our drinks came, and she paid them even before I could get my wallet out. As I took a sip, she whispered something into my ear, something about swallowing my cock. I really couldn't tell what she was saying exactly, but with her hand rubbing my stiff prick, I was all smiles. Yeah, things are looking good. We were necking at the table, I was oblivious to all that was going on around us. After our second drink, she shouted in my ear "Gotta go potty, be right back."

She stood, and I watched with a grin as she wedged herself through the crowd. I hadn't even had a chance to enjoy the view of her ass disappearing in the mass of humanity, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, another female. And she lowered her face to mine, her lips meeting my lips, and I tasted the alcohol on her lips. Oh man, what gives? She moved so she could sit on my lap, and I thought my cock was going to explode. This one was a redhead, at least, I thought she was, it was rather hard to tell in the dark of the nightclub. But those breasts were definitely a lot smaller than the first one. She didn't stay on my lap long, as she said "Come, let's go somewhere else and party, before your friend returns."

Wow, what a dilemma!! I was wondering if this was a dream. My cock did the thinking, as she pulled on my hand, I followed. The next thing I knew, she was dragging me to the BMW, and I laughed, asking "How did you know which car's mine?"

She grinned, I saw you at the other place, I followed you here."

I got in, and away we went. I wasn't even out of the parking lot, and this girl had her head in my lap, digging my cock out, and was sucking away. I asked "Where too?"

She stopped long enough to respond with "Anywhere, as long as I can wash down your cum with a drink."

Ah man, music to my ears. Of course, I pulled into another night spot, and I groaned as I shot my load into her hot little mouth. She tucked my spent tool into my slacks, and we went inside, where we had a few more drinks, danced some, and felt each other up. I've no idea when we left. It could have been at eleven, it could have been at three in the morning. I had no idea, nor did I care. She asked me to take her to my place, so away we went, both of us rather lit from the booze, as I did partake in some rather strong beverages. It was a fine time helping each other up the stairs from the garage to my apartment. And she soon was naked on the couch, with my face buried in her sweet pussy, finally getting a taste of her sex. After her loud vocal display when she reached her orgasm, I drilled her right there on the couch, lasting maybe ten minutes, not nearly long enough, but it was a very satisfying ten minutes. Then off to the bedroom, where we ended up in a sixty-nine, where she got her rocks off, humming on my cock as she came.

I then took her doggie-style, reaching underneath to play with her clit, driving her over the edge a few times, and my tool enjoying the vaginal massage it was receiving. She collapsed forward, but I didn't even stop, not even after filling her tight box with my load, as I just pushed hard, gripped her fine, round ass cheeks, and fucked away, pounding her into the mattress, making her wail with delight the whole time, with her egging me on to fuck her harder.

I don't remember stopping. I do remember her sucking my cock sometime during the night, then once I was good and hard, which didn't take long, she was climbing on board for a ride. Those little titties of hers, they felt nice as I pawed them, enjoying her long fuck. But, morning eventually came. There was a loud knock on my door frame, causing me to jump up to a sitting position. The girl sat up as well, not even bothering to cover herself, as I saw Rosa in the doorway, a frown on her face, as she said "I've breakfast for you, Daniel. Is your little friend staying?"

I looked at her, and she shrugged, as I turned back to Rosa, saying "Yeah, guess so."

She turned up her nose, saying "Well, you both better shower first, you smell like sex."

She left the doorway, and I heard her leave the apartment. As I climbed out of bed, the redhead asked "Is that your mom?"

I laughed, "No, not hardly. That's my employer." She had a stunned look on her face, as I said in simpler terms, "My boss. This is her place."

She went "Oh." as she covered her breasts from my lustful gaze, before she added "So, the car, it ain't yours either."

Uh-oh. I smell an opportunist, as I chuckled "No, not hardly."

She got a pissed look on her face, as I went on into the bathroom. I had a feeling that she was a bit disappointed in my financial situation. As I got out of the shower, she came into the bathroom, with a sheet wrapped about her body. I said "If you don't want breakfast, I can give you cab fare."

She coldly said "That won't be necessary. I'll go and catch a bus."

I just laughed inside, as I went on and got into some clean clothes, and headed towards the kitchen. Entering, I saw Rosa, glaring at me, as she asked "Where's your friend?"

I laughed, "I think my friend is a bit disappointed that I'm not the owner of the BMW, or of this house."

Her facial expression changed, as he said "You're joking?"

I shook my head, as I took a seat, and poured myself a cup of coffee, while saying "No, I told her you were my boss, and she got rather icy."

Rosa got a mean tone in her voice, as she said "Well, I'm going to have a word with this little snooty bitch." She storms past me towards the next room, and she suddenly stops, turns, and asks me "What's her name?" I stopped what I was doing, looked up, and turned to her, a blank look on my face. I hadn't a clue. I didn't say that, she could read it on my face, as she just grumbled something, turned and went on towards my apartment. As I went to the stove to cook up some eggs and turn the sausage, I could hear Rosa, screaming something, I couldn't tell what, but it was something. Interesting, I thought.

Through the window, I saw the redhead leave through the garage door, with Rosa right behind her, throwing the girls jacket at her, and some more screaming, with the girl running down the drive. I was about to burst out laughing, as Rosa came through the door, and she was now glaring at me. I defended myself, "Hey, you told me to go out and get lucky."

She hissed out, "Yes Daniel. But not with her."

I flipped my eggs, asking "Well, with who?" She started to say something, but the phone rang. Since I was closer, I picked it up, answering it with "Palance residence."

A woman's voice, and it was rather cold, said "Rosa please, Daniel."

"Yes ma'm." I said, as I handed Rosa the phone.

And as she said "Hello.", it hit me. That voice, I heard it before. Last night to be specific. And I was grinning broadly, while I watched Rosa talk on the phone, in a real low voice. Then, she lifted her face up, saw my grin, and said "Amelia, I'll call you back later."

She turned the phone off, and handed it to me to place in the cradle, as I asked "So, does Amelia have any wigs?"

She had an angry look about her for a second, then she sighed, and sat down, putting her hand to her face. "You're a lot smarter than you look, Daniel."

I protested "Thanks a lot.", adding a laugh, as I said "So, you sent me out to get lucky, with one of your friends, why?"

"Amelia's been through some tough times, she needed some anonymous sex, and you were a good candidate." was her terse reply. "And you screwed it all up by bringing a little gold digging bitch back here to fuck."

"Hey, how was I suppose to have known? Amelia went off to the bathroom, and this chick jumped into my lap." I was pleading my case to a lawyer, I should have known that I wasn't going to win. At least, not today. I held back from saying if Amelia wanted to, she could come on over and I'll take care of her needs, but I thought better of saying that.

She sighed, stood up, and said "Well, at least we know you're like all the other men, you think with your cock."

Now that pissed me off, as I said angrily, "Hey, what about the other weekend when you had them over? I was well behaved, wasn't I?"

She smiled, "Yes, you were." She went to exit the kitchen, saying "I'll warn you next time, so you'll be better prepared."

I said sarcastically "Thanks, Rosa." I finished breakfast, thinking what the fuck have I gotten myself into? I fucked some bimbo that thought I had money, and a woman that had money wanted to fuck me. And I got into trouble for it. So, I was in a foul mood the rest of the day. And so was she, as she didn't really speak to me, even at lunch and dinner. Monday was normal as was Tuesday. Wednesday morning, same routine. I got the car out after breakfast, and I was soon driving her to her office. She was in the backseat, nothing unusual there. About five minutes into the drive, she asked "What time will you be using the pool today?"

I shrugged, not thinking of the question, even though that question had never been asked before. I should have been suspicious, but I was clueless, as I replied, "Oh, I don't know, not sure if I'll even get into it. After all, I've some work to do on the..."

She interrupted me, by clearing her throat, and repeating the question, only a bit more emphatic on the first word, "What time will you be in the pool today?"

Okay, the bells and whistles are going off now. I looked into the rearview mirror, and we make eye contact. A slight smile comes to her face, and I finally catch on, as I said "Eleven, will that be fine?"

No facial expression, as she turned her face to look out the window, and all she said was "We'll see."

Not another word was spoken. I dropped her at her office promptly at eight-thirty, and I headed back home. Of course, I was wondering what that short conversation was about, and I think I knew. I parked the Cadillac and went on up to my apartment. I got out of my chaufers uniform, and went to work on getting things done around the house. At ten-thirty, I took a shower, and I was in the pool by five till. I waded across to the far end, stretching my body out, and wondering what was in store. I moved to the far edge of the pool, and leaned my back against it, crouched down with the warm water up to my neck. I sat there, for about ten minutes, when I heard it. The sound of the breezeway door being opened and closed. I heard high-heels on the tiled floor coming towards the library, and then silence. A few minutes went by, and then there she was. Mrs. Amelia Walling, five-feet and six inches of mature beauty, and not a damn thing on except for that cute smile of hers.

She stuck her toes in, testing the water, before walking down the steps into the pool, and soon the water was lapping at the bottom edge of her breasts. By the time she was within arms length, my proud pecker was pointing straight up, as it knew what was in store for it. She put her hands on my shoulders, and she kissed my lips. I opened my mouth, and so did she, as we tasted each others tongue. She broke the kiss, and I could feel my heart beating a thousand beats a minute. My hands went to her breasts, as I gently squeezed them, admiring the firm melons, as her hand reached down into the water and grabbed my swollen prick. I was the first one to speak, saying "Good morning Mrs. Walling."

She giggled, as she jerked my pecker gently, saying "Please Daniel. Call me Amelia."

I grinned, saying "Okay Amelia." Then, I remembered the incident from the other night, as I said "Look, I'm sorry about..."

She put her fingers to my mouth, and smiled, saying "Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have tried to fool you into sex." She put her hands back onto my shoulders, pushing me down a bit, and then she straddled my legs, and guided the head of my pecker to her hot box. She looked a bit nervous at first, as my rod slipped into her flesh. But then, her eyes popped open wide, as she sank onto all eight inches of my rock hard cock. She then closed her eyes, a delightful smile on her lips, as she wrapped her legs about my torso, and her arms about my neck, bringing her warm body against mine. Oh yeah, those breasts. Firm and hard and pressing into my chest. My hands went to her ass, and I kneaded her cheeks, while she ground her clit onto my pubic bone. It was a long ride. With her hip actions slow and deliberate. And when she finally came, her cunt clamped down on my cock, while she first went rigid, then she let out a sharp cry, and a low, long moan. My cock could not stand anymore of this, as then I myself shuddered, as I sent ropes of cum deep inside her womb.

We held onto each other for a spell, before she kissed my lips, and leaned away from me, with my still hard prick happily inside her warm pussy. I chuckled, saying "Thanks, Amelia."

She giggled, replying with "You're welcome. Now, wasn't that better than some little bimbo?"

I snorted, thinking that yes, she most definitely is. I was grinning as I nodded my head yes, before we explored each others hot mouths with our tongues again. I was playing with her wonderful boobies, and she smiled as I looked at them, amazed at how they felt. She asked "You like them, Daniel?"

"I've never met a pair of breasts that I didn't like, Amelia. But yes, I do like them." I said, chuckling once I was done talking.

She sighed, but was still smiling, as she looked down at what my hands were holding, and said "Well, for nine thousand dollars, I'm glad someone is enjoying them." She frowned, and said "My husband much prefers those of his mistress." Another deep sigh, as she said "You know he's only had sex with me once in the past eight months, and then it was over rather quickly."

I had no idea what to say. Hell, here I was, my tool shoved up some married socialite's love hole, and she's complaining about the sex life with her husband. She looked up into my eyes, and then that sparkly smile, as she said "But then, you probably wouldn't understand, would you?" I frowned, and she giggled, "Don't worry Daniel. This is for my pleasure, no strings attached. After all, I've an image to keep as a loving mother and wife, even if he is screwing another woman behind my back."

She kissed me, and smiled, and asked "Now, are you okay with taking care of my needs once in a while?"

I laughed, "Gladly."

"Good." another kiss, "The bar scene just isn't my thing anyway."

We both laughed, as we enjoyed our copulation in the pool. Then, we disengaged ourselves, and got out, dried off, and she grabbed her clothes as we headed upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. I won't bother with details, but for the next two hours, we made some great love. She had me go down on her, and I took her in the missionary position, and then she rolled over and turned around to suck me off. I was amazed at how well my cock stayed firm, as we ended it with her riding my cock as I laid on my back, as my hands played with her breasts.

After taking a shower together, she dressed, reapplied her make-up, gave the head of my pecker a lovingly kiss good-bye, and told me she would stop by again next Wednesday. After she left, I stripped the bed, taking the soiled clothes to the basement to wash, and remade the bed, then cleaned out the pool. I found that a guy's cum tends to float around a bit, and I figured that Rosa would be a bit disgusted by it. I was dressed in my chauffeurs uniform and at Rosa's office in plenty of time to pick her up. As she got into the car, I was grinning, and she cracked a smile, as she closed the door, and said "I hear you had a nice swim today."

I just laughed, as so did she, as we headed for home. She didn't say anymore about it, as we had dinner. We talked, but it wasn't about Amelia. We watched television together, before I finally went to my apartment, crashing for the night, with the images of Amelia's sexy store-bought titties etched into my mind.

True to her word, for the next two months, Amelia was over every Wednesday morning, giving my cock a workout. I was in heaven each time, as we did it every way imaginable. And, it was strictly for sex, as she would call me her 'stress relief toy'. Rosa and I did eventually talk about the arrangement, and she told me more about Amelia and her marriage. She said that Amelia is thirty-nine, and has been married for nineteen years, three kids, two boys, ages seventeen and fifteen, and a girl, age ten. She is a stay at home mom, and her husband has been cheating on her since before they were even married. He even admits this to her. They live in a five-hundred thousand dollar new home in Orchard Park, and he justifies that for his adulterous ways.

Well, what can I say? Not much, actually, as I've come to enjoy the flesh of her sweet body. And, now that a few months have passed by, it's been rather interesting. Rosa has had a few more parties, usually one every three weeks or so, and there's been more skinny-dipping sessions as well. And it wasn't always just Rosa, Amelia and Cathy Andrewski. One time there was nine ladies, naked as the day they were born, enjoying the warmth of the pool. By then, I had become a master of keeping a straight face and an uninterested look about me, as I served drinks and provided towels.

It's now time for our European trip, as I was anticipating our trip to Paris. Yes, I got my passport, it arrived in early January. About a week before the trip, she let me in on what was expected of me. For the most part, I was to be her escort, as well as butler and driver. This entailed more buying of suits. The trip was to be a business trip for her father's law firm, although I wasn't told what exactly it was about. I figured that I had a job to do, and so did she. We drove to Toronto, where we boarded a Airbus 300 for Paris. My first flight, ever! And we were in first class. Man, what a life! It was an overnight flight, so we slept most of the way. Landing in Paris the next morning, we gathered our luggage, and cleared customs. Then, to the hotel. It was an apartment, actually. Two bedrooms, a large and luxurious bathroom, and a well stocked kitchen, along with a dining area and living room. My first lesson on Europe, all rooms led off the hallway, and all had doors.

Well, we were suffering from jet lag somewhat, so we took turns showering, then we lounged around the apartment. I was told that tomorrow we would be entertaining clients, and I was to do my usual butler duties. I was surprised when she said I would be helped by a maid. We had dinner about seven local time, and a small restaurant next door. We returned to our apartment, and I was exhausted. I don't even remember getting into bed, that's how tired I was. Rosa woke me in the morning, by coming into my room and gently shaking my shoulder. I rolled over, and she smiled as she glanced at the tent my morning stuffy was causing under the covers. She said "Get on up, breakfast has been brought up."

As she left the room, I got up and pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, and made my way into the kitchen. She was eating a bagel, as I sat down and checked out the grub. Simple fare, some croissants, jam, butter, some lunch meat...for breakfast?...oh well, we're in Europe. I ate a bunch, as she went and grabbed her briefcase. Once I was done eating, I went and changed into my tux, and returned to see her deep in thought as she was looking over some papers. I took a seat, and waited. At eight, there was a knock at the door. I didn't even wait for her to acknowledge it, as I stood quickly and went to it. Opening it, there stood a young French woman, maybe twenty at the oldest. She was cute, as I said in English, "Come in." as I guessed this to be the maid.

She walked past me, and Rosa stood, and spoke in French to the girl, then looked at me, and said "Her name is Francine. She will be serving food and drink to our clients and I."

I replied "Yes Mrs. Palance. And what am I to do?"

She grinned, "Stand nearby and look uninterested."

I cracked a smile, as I've gotten use to that. An hour later, her guests arrived. I opened the door, and allowed them in, showing them to the living room. Once there, after Rosa welcomed them in French, she turned to me, and said "Daniel, please fetch my briefcase off of my bed."

I smiled, saying "Yes Mrs. Palance." and left the room, and went for the briefcase. Now, I'm always one for thinking things out, why didn't she remember it? She had it with her earlier in that same room? I returned with it, entered the room, and handed it to her. She smiled, sat on the couch between them, and sat it on the coffee table in front of her. I went by the door, put my hands behind my back, and started my act of not kneeing interested.

One of the men looked at me, commented in French to Rosa, and she lifted her head up, glancing my way, shook her head and said "No." They chatted in French the whole time. An hour at least. Then, Rosa stood, said something to them, and then asked me "Please see if Francine has lunch ready, Daniel." I exited the room, and went to the dining room. I looked, and saw Francine was waiting, everything was ready. I smiled at her, and she at me. She is cute. And in the back of my mind, I would really like to have some time alone with her, if she's agreeable to it.

Back to the living room, I entered, and announced "Lunch is ready, Mrs. Palance."

Rosa smiled, and told them to follow in French. I opened the door, and held it as the three walked past. Then I followed them into the dining room. I took a seat by the door, as the two French men took a seat at the table. My stomach growled, but I figured I would eat after wards. But first, Rosa said something to them, and left the room. I surmised that she was heading to the bathroom. Then, the men started talking, as Francine had gone into the kitchen. Not loud talk, just loud enough for those in the room could hear. Which was both of them. And me. It seemed the conversation between them was rather interesting. And it stopped when Rosa came back into the room.

They ate, talking about business, and then, they all got up forty minutes later to resume their dealing in the other room. As they went out, Rosa said to me as she passed on by, "Go on and eat quickly, then return to the living room."

I was famished, as I sat down, and Francine brought me a plate of food. I had no idea what the heck it was, but I ate it all. Then, after wiping my mouth off, I stood, checked to make sure that I did not drop anything on my tux, I went to the living room. Entering, Rosa didn't even acknowledge my existence, but the two men did. Both looking up rather uneasily. But a few minutes passed by, when she raised her head, and said to me "Have a seat Daniel. This will take a bit longer. No use standing." She was smiling as I moved over to a chair, close to where they were sitting. And they resumed business.

An hour later, Rosa got up, and after speaking to them in French, she said to me, "I'll be using the phone in my room, Daniel. I'll be back shortly."

I smiled and nodded. And listened. The two men, they looked at me, sort of suspicious like, then at one another. Then, they started talking to each other once again. I waited, and waited. And finally, after thirty minutes, Rosa re-entered the room. She smiled at them and I before taking a seat across the room from them. They looked a bit astonished at first. She then said something, and they rose, as did she, as she said "Daniel, the Gentlemen's coats, please."

I rose, quickly moving to the hall, retrieving their hats and coats, and handing them to her as they left the apartment. Once I closed the door behind them, her smile disappeared. Uh-oh, something isn't right. She went to the kitchen, said something to Francine, who came scurrying out of the room, heading for the door. Damn, I was looking forward to maybe hitting on her. Oh well. Once she stepped outside the door, I closed it, and I was all smiles, until I turned around. There was Rosa, arms crossed, leaning against the wall. She looked me in the eye, and said "Okay, what all did they say?" That was at four in the afternoon.

It's sixteen hours later, and I'm letting Francine in the door. She heads to the kitchen, as Rosa appears out of the living room, saying "Daniel, please bring our guests straight in once they arrive."

I smiled, and said "I sure will."

"Daniel." she said sternly "Same act as yesterday." she was waving her forefinger at me, then she cracked a smile. I cracked one back. I stood at the door, waiting. Twenty minutes, and there was the knock. I opened it, and allowed them both in, taking their coats, and escorted them down the hall to the living room. Once inside, Rosa greeted them, and they sat down to talk. I did my usual routine, sitting close nearby. An hour later, she said to me "Check on Francine, Daniel."

I did, returning to say the meal was ready. I followed them into the dining room, and I saw a fourth place setting. As Rosa sat, she said to me, "Go ahead and sit, Daniel. No use making you wait."

I smiled, saying "Yes Mrs. Palance." as I moved to the empty setting. The lunch was a much simpler fare, but wine was still served, which I did not partake. I never did like the stuff, which is unusual with my background. This was our last day here in Paris, and Rosa was going to make or break the deal. After lunch, we returned to the living room, where they talked for three hours. Then, the signal. Rosa looked over to me, and asked in French "Daniel, we'll be staying an extra day."

I replied in my mothers native tongue "That would be fine, Mrs. Palance."

One of the men exclaims "He speaks French!"

My employer smiles, responding with Yes, quite well. His mother was from, she turned my way asking me "Where, Daniel?"

"Lyon, Madame", I replied, trying not to crack a smile.

She said "We can visit your aunt tomorrow, if you wish." Then she turned to her guests, "Daniel understood everything you men said yesterday." With a stern voice, she stated "Everything!" She reached over to her briefcase, pulled out some papers, and said "Now, this is what we want, and after hearing what you had to say yesterday, I'm sure you'll be very agreeable to it."

It's awfully hard to keep a straight face when two men are cursing you under their breath, while trying to argue with Rosa. An hour later, and a lot of bickering, the two signed the papers. What was it all about? Well, it involved a lot of money for a small piece of land. That's about all I can say. They left, yanking their coats and hats out of my arms as I was showing them the door.

I came back to the living room, and Rosa smiled, wrapped her arms about me, and said "You did very well, Daniel."

I chuckled, "Thank you, Rosa. I enjoyed it."

She broke away, and said "Come." as she guided me to the kitchen. Entering, I saw Francine turn and look at us, she was standing by the sink, and Rosa said the maid's native tongue "Francine, would you like to show Daniel around Paris this evening?"

Francine smiled, and replied "Oui."

Rosa turned to me, saying "It's almost dinner time,", as she went to her purse, and opened it up. She pulled out a pair of hundred euro notes, and handed them towards me, adding "Treat her to a good night Daniel. Then in the morning we head to Lyon."

I smiled, saying "Thanks."

It was a very nice evening. Francine took me to a few night spots, where we drank and danced. We returned to the apartment where I invited her to my room. She left at morning light, giving me a soft kiss on my lips, after I had watched her slip her thin, body with small, perky tits back into her clothes. Working for Rosa does have it's perks. That girl rode me for most of the night, her tight, wet hole doing a number to my cock that was rather quite exquisite. Hard to describe, actually, as for all the alcohol I had downed did a number to my brain for most of it.

Rosa came into my room not long after Francine had left, shaking my shoulder, and saying "Come on Daniel. You'll need a shower before we head to Lyon."

I mumbled something to the effect of needing some sleep to go with it, but Rosa would have none of that. The shower did feel good, but I was still pretty worn. Rosa ended up driving us to Lyon, where we saw my Aunt, who I hadn't seen since I was in grade school. It was a very nice visit, and we didn't leave until after dinner, not getting back to the flat in Paris until almost midnight, where sleep took hold of me quickly. The next day we went to the airport and flew home, with a big smile on Rosa's face for having accomplished her task.

The weeks went by, me doing my usual routine, taking care of things around the mansion and grounds. It was pushing early March, when Rosa informed me over breakfast that we were to fly to Naples, Florida for a wedding of one of her close college friends daughter. We were to fly out of Buffalo in three days, a welcome respite from the long, cold winter. As for my sex life, I was still enjoying Amelia's soft flesh twice a week. Plus, I had on occasion made a few evening trolling sessions about town, and I was even successful on two of them. Rosa just smirked after each time in the morning at breakfast, and kidding me on my sudden prowess with the women.

We left chilly Buffalo on Thursday morning, arriving at Tampa in the mid-afternoon, and we were comfortably settled in the hotel in Naples by dinner time. She had reserved adjoining rooms, and we had an interior door that joined them. Nothing unusual there, for on the three other trips we had taken, other than the trip to Europe, she had done the same. No, nothing was to happen between us. She did it for her convenience, as she could open the door and have me do something for her. We did nothing that night, and on Friday, she allowed me the day off, where upon I just lounged about the pool. The wedding reception was to take place in the same hotel in a large ballroom, so we didn't have to go far.

As luck would have it, for me anyway, I met a young lady at the pool, and we got to talking. Her name was Betsie, she was in town on business, and was to leave on Sunday. She unfortunately had business to take care of that evening, but she asked if I was doing anything on Saturday. I just smiled, replying I wasn't sure, as my employer hadn't informed me of what I was to be doing on Saturday. I suspected I was to chauffer Rosa to the wedding, a few miles away, then back to the reception. I really didn't think I was to be attending the latter.

After exchanging room numbers, we left the pool area, and when Rosa showed up at dinner time, I asked her "What am I doing tomorrow?"

She laughed, saying "Why, you got a date?" I smiled, biting down on my lower lip. She looked at me, a sudden shocked look on her face, and she giggled, "Well, guess you might, huh?"

"I haven't set anything up yet, Rosa." I said.

She smiled, "The wedding is at noon. The reception is from two to six. No dinner. So you're free in the evening."

With a big grin, I said "Thanks Rosa."

She laughed, replying with "Well, maybe I'll get a date as well."

I just chuckled, and I called Betsy, telling her I was free after the reception. We set a date for dinner in the hotel restaurant, with then a visit to the hotel bar, which seems to be a popular watering hole for the area. The wedding and the reception went off without a hitch, and at six-thirty that Saturday night, I was accompanying Betsy to dinner. Then the night club, then my room. Simply amazing. No, not my ability to get her into bed. That seemed to be expected. But what a night she gave me. Up until that night, my sex life was rather usual, at least when I got some. It involved some sort of foreplay, then some intercourse, some snuggling, maybe some more intercourse, and so on and so on. No, never the same positions. I've always tried different ways with whatever woman I was in bed with.

Betsy was no different. At least, for the foreplay part. And the beginning of intercourse. I had gotten her off to a very vocal orgasm, when I got up to my knees and pulled on a condom, and she rolled over, getting on all fours. I loved doing it doggie-style, as I eased my prick into her sex and started stroking in and out of her hot cunt. She grunted a bit, but then, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me, and said "Oh Dan, I want to feel your cock in my ass."

I was a bit shocked at first, but, if that's what the lady wants.....

With her arms reaching back, her hands pulling her round cheeks apart, I eased my meat into her pooper. Well, it was most definitely different. And as I started pumping her ass, she was grunting, and giving me words of encouragement. Soon, I was holding her wrists, pulling on her arms as I pounded my first ass. And she seemed to be insatiable, as after I came, she kept pushing back against me, so I kept on going. After I came again, I pulled out of her ass, my condom covered cock covered with her slimy ass juices, and smelling something awful. She turned around, grabbed my cock and pulled the condom off, tossing to off the bed, and started sucking my meat.

Yes, I was a bit surprised. I guess I've never ran into a woman that was so nasty before. Or at least, this nasty. I ended up fucking her ass three more times that night, and she seemed to enjoy every minute of it. I've no idea when she left my room, as I woke to a knock on the door from Rosa's room. I crawled out of bed, went to the door, and opened it, seeing Rosa scowling at me, as I asked "Yes Rosa?"

She sternly replied "Get showered" as she wrinkled up her nose, "You smell like shit."

I smirked, as I said "Okay." and then headed to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door.

She hollered out, "We leave in an hour Daniel."

I noticed the anger in her voice. Boy was she mad as hell. And I started wondering if it was from Betsy and I getting it on for most the night. I showered quickly, and after getting dressed and then breakfast, we were off to the airport. And not a word was spoken more from her. Not until twenty minutes into our flight, as we sat there in first class. She finally asked "How was your date?"

I snickered, "Fine. Um, we didn't keep you up, did we?"

She sighed, and there was still some anger in her reply, as he said "No, not really." I chuckled, and she snapped her head around, glaring at me, and demanding "What's so funny, Daniel?"

I quickly replied "Oh, the girl I was with last night. I did something that I've never done before."

"Really? She said dryly. "And what is that?"

Speaking in a low voice, so others couldn't hear, I replied "Anal."

She got a shocked look on her face, and asked "What?"

I laughed, and explained, "She only wanted me to do anal. All night long." With big smile, I added "I had never done that before."

She said "Oh." and she turned and look straight ahead. A few seconds went by, before I heard a snort. I looked at her, and then she giggled, as she turned her face to me, and buried her face into my shoulder. I could tell she was having a hell of a time keeping from laughing her ass off.

I was a bit confused, as I asked "What's so funny? Hell, I've never done that before."

She shook her head, and said "No, it's not about you." She looked around us, seeing if anyone was listening. Then she said softly, "I wasn't in my room last night."

Laughing, I asked "You got lucky?"

"Yeah, sort of." She said, while turning a nice shade of red from embarrassment. "But, this guy, every time we started to, well, he kept wanted to put it in the wrong hole."

It hit me what she was talking about, before I started to laugh. Soon we were having a hell of a time trying to keep our composure at forty-thousand feet. And it didn't help when she said "I guess we should have introduced those two before we left Florida, huh?" Rosa was most definitely in better spirits by the time we landed in Buffalo. As a mater of fact, she was all smiles for days after wards, although I did want to ask if the guy succeeded in getting it into the hole he was wanting. I thought it best that I did not ask.

Our routine did return to normal after that weekend. I would work on different things around the house, and now that spring was approaching, I was tending the landscaping as well. She started working an extra day at the office, leaving me pretty much alone. Although I had started making dinner a few nights a week. I actually went out and bought a cookbook, and started to give our diet a good variety. And then there was Amelia. Her 'sessions' with me had remained the same, twice a week, during the day, for at most an hour at a time. But then, in early May, I noticed something. She was acting a bit different, especially after the latest sleep-over that Rosa hosted. I was my usual self during this event, staying in the shadows, and only making my presence known when Rosa had something for me to do. That night, she dismissed me at about eleven, sending me onto my apartment, with her saying I wasn't needed until morning.

It was three days later, when Amelia showed up, and I knew something was amiss. I just couldn't place it, but she was a bit withdrawn during our love making. I didn't ask what the problem was, for I was sure she would tell me in good time. It was the following week, while we rested in each others arms, that she finally said something. It had been a wild thirty minutes, as she was on top of me, riding away. We were happily recuperating, with her body on top of mine, when she said "We may be stopping this soon, would that bother you?"

I smiled, as I was sensing that this was coming. "A bit." I responded. "I knew from the beginning that this wasn't going to go on forever."

She giggled, and lifted her head up, resting her chin on the back of her hands. "You're a smart man, Daniel."

"Thank you." I replied, and I kissed her lips.

"Don't you want to know why?" She asked.

I shrugged, "Does it matter?" She looked hurt, and I then said "You're a married woman. I figured that eventually you would either tire of me, or your conscience would kick in."

She smiled, rocking her hips on my spent rod, "It's not the former. A bit of the latter, but there's more." She sighed, "My husband knows I'm having an affair. He asked a month ago, and I laughed at him. Every day since, he's been like a love-sick puppy. Last weekend, we talked, a good thing about talking Daniel, between a man and a wife. I told him I didn't care about his affairs. That I haven't cared for a long time." She grinned an evil grin, "I even named names of the many ladies he's screwed."

I chuckled, "I'm sure he was a bit shocked at that disclosure."

She smiled, "Yes, he was. He could not believe all that I told him." She sighed, "Anyway, we're going to start over, him and I."

"So today is the last day for you and I." I stated.

"Not yet!" She declared. She pulled herself forward, and planted a kiss on my lips, then settled back down on top of me. She then went on, "I've one thing I always wanted to do, and you're going to be involved."

I raised an eyebrow at that, and with a big smile, I asked "You going to tell me what it is?"

She raised her body off of mine, and as I admired her nude form, she said "No, but I promise, you will enjoy it."

"When will it take place?" I asked.

As she wiped her messy twat with a towel, she answered me with "Soon, very soon."

I watched her leave my apartment, and wondered what was in store for me, and when.

Two weeks went by, and no Amelia. I wasn't surprised, and it soon was obvious to me, that Rosa knew what was up. We, as in Rosa and I, had been doing more things together of late anyway. For months now, it seems whenever there was a family function, I was dragged along. But, it became obvious to me, that each time I was with her family, it seems I was becoming part of it. At first, I brushed it off, but soon, I realized that I was talking to her brothers and her father as if I was more than just her gardener. I even had a hand in designing the landscaping for her brother's new house. And he even put me in charge of getting the landscaping completed. This was to be a whole summer long job, what with what I do with Rosa's place and all. And then, Rosa was acting a bit funny. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Nor could I make any sort of a connection.

On the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, Rosa came home early, and handed me a note. I read it, and was somewhat perplexed by what it said. It was from Amelia, and it instructed me to be at a specific restaurant in a downtown hotel at six-thirty tomorrow evening. Nothing more was mentioned, and as I ate dinner, I noticed the silence from Rosa. I tried to start conversations, but all I received were one or two words, and a tone in her voice of not wanting to answer any more of my questions.

Saturday I did my usual routine, of yard work and maintenance, before taking my shower for my date. I came downstairs, and found Rosa in the library, and I asked, "I'm going now. You going to be okay?"

She didn't even lift her face up from the book she was reading, as she just nodded her head yes. I let out a sigh, and turned and left the room, heading for the garage. I was downtown and in the parking lot by six-twenty-five. And once inside, I gave the hostess my name, and she escorted me to a table. I was somewhat surprised when I saw Amelia was not alone. A man was there, a bit older than her, and probably about my height, but with the weight of maturity, a good forty pounds or more heavier that I. I smiled, and said "Good evening Amelia."

She smiled, pointed to the empty chair, and I took a seat, as she said "Daniel, this is my husband, John."

I didn't miss a beat, as I extended my hand, saying "Pleased to meet you sir."

He coldly replied "Likewise. Amelia has said a lot about you."

Uh-oh. Warning flares are bursting in my brain. And of course, being a smart-ass, I replied "Only the good stuff, I hope." I glanced at the menu, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and commented, "So what's the specialty here, Amelia."

I would love to say that the rest of dinner was extremely warm and cordial. Not hardly. The conversations, when there was any, were rather pointless and mundane. And of course, it was obvious that Mister Walling had developed a complete dislike of me. Of course, who could blame him. After all, I had been screwing his wife's brains out for months now on a regular basis. Then, it hit me. What Amelia had said on our last tryst. Her fantasy. And not only was I involved, but so was her husband. But what pray tell was it going to be? I was hoping it wasn't the humiliating of her husband, but I'm sure part of it would be. Of course, it could be that she just wanted two hard cocks to take care of her needs.

Once dinner was finished, and John signed the check, we were off towards the hotel lobby, with Amelia in between John and I. Yes, it was looking like she was wanting both men, as we entered the elevator for the ride up to a room. Obviously she had this planned out, as we entered a room, and there sat a wine cart, with three bottles of wine.

She went for the bed, and turned around. Smiling, she reached behind her back, and unzipped her dress, and let it fall off her shoulders to the floor, revealing her bra and panties. And soon, she was out of that, as she sat back onto the bed, and said "Okay boys, I want Daniel to eat my muff, and John, while he's doing that, I'll suck your cock. After I cum, I want to be constantly fucked."

She didn't say it nicely, but I didn't care, as I quickly moved between her thighs, and started lapping up her sweet twat. We did as she said, constantly drilling her hot box, for as soon as one of us came, the other was hard and willing to go for another shot. Of course, she was usually nursing on one spent tool, as the other was pounding her cunt. We didn't stop until about two in the morning, when she finally threw in the towel, saying in a hoarse voice that she could take no more. I was about dead as it was, as we had finished off the three bottles of wine, and I wasn't sure, but I think I had knocked off six loads inside of her.

The last I saw them, they were cuddling up together on the bed, as I dressed and left the room, heading back to home. I barely remember going up the stairs to my apartment, and falling onto the bed. Rosa must have let me sleep in, for when I woke and looked at the clock, it was pushing noon. I groaned as I got up and dragged my over fucked ass into the bathroom for a much needed shower. And of course, my head was pounding and tummy was grumbling. And lets not even mention the condition of my proud pecker. That was hanging at half-mast, in mourning of losing a lover. After getting dressed, I made my way downstairs, finding Rosa in the kitchen. She looked up, and smiled. I went to the refrigerator, and opened it up and pulled out some lunch meat. A bit late for breakfast, but I needed protein.

As I was getting some slices of bread out, she asked "So, how did last night go?"

I was rather dry, as I said "A pleasant affair. I surmised everyone involved had a good time."

She didn't say anything more, as I took my sandwich, and grabbing a cola from the fridge on my way, as I then sat down at the table across from her. I saw her face, the smile was gone, and I asked "What?"

She sighed, "Daniel, you just had a three-some with one of my best friends and her husband. I was expecting a little more of an explanation of the evenings activities other than a rather clinical assessment."

Smirking, I took a bite, chewed and swallowed, and said "Well, Mister Walling was not a happy participant in the beginning. But I believed he warmed up to me after the third or fourth time we switched."

"Yes, Amelia said she was afraid he might be a little upset about sharing.", she said, as she raised her cup of coffee and took a sip. After setting it down, she then asked "So, now you've lost a lover I suppose."

I sighed, and as soon as I swallowed another bite full of my sandwich, I stated "Yes, it seems I have. When I left them , they were curled up in a ball together, murmuring sweet nothings into each others ear."

I guess my sarcasm showed, as her eyes lifted. She then smiled, not saying a thing. I saw something there, but I wasn't sure what. "We're going to Mark's this afternoon. He wants to go over some of the designs you came up with for his landscaping."

Mark is her brother, and I replied "Sure. What time?"

"As soon as you're done eating." She stood and said "I'll be in the library, come fetch me when you're ready, Daniel."

I nodded my head yes, and went to finishing my lunch. Then I went and got her. I was surprised when she had me drive her in my truck, but I wasn't complaining. The afternoon went well, I thought, as Mark and I spent three hours going over ideas. Of course, his wife Mary was involved as well, as she wanted a few things such as an ornamental pond and such. And all during the visit, I noticed it again. It seemed I was not being treated as an employee, but as family. Of course, I was dismissing it as just a wild fantasy.

We arrived home at a bit after seven, after stopping and eating a nice dinner in Lancaster on the way home. As we got out of my truck, she said "Daniel, once you change clothes, please see me in the sitting room."

I didn't think a thing about her request, just saying "Sure thing Rosa." I went on upstairs and changed into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, and headed to the sitting room. She smiled when I entered, and I noticed a envelope sitting on the coffee table as I sat on the couch next to her. She reached over, and picked up the envelope, and handed it to me, and I opened it up. It contained a check, for ten thousand dollars, made out to me. I was a bit stunned, and my first thought was this was a severance check. I exclaimed in soft voice, "Wow." Then I looked at her, and asked "And what is this for?"

She giggled, placed her hand on my bare knee, and said "Your bonus for a job well done in Paris. My father decided you earned it."

I was a bit relieved, as that dashed my worse fear. "Tell your father that I'm very appreciative of this. I really don't know what else to say."

She smiled, and then, she looked down t her hands, and said "Daniel, there is something else." Uh-oh. She raised her head, and she said "I would like for you to take the room next to mine." My shock showed, as she said "I've become quite attached to you, and well, I would like you closer to me."

Okay, how close? I played it safe, saying "Very well Rosa, I'm honored that you would say that. I really don't know what else to say, actually." Yes, I did, but I thought better of saying it.

She was blushing, and she turned as she stood, saying "Tomorrow is the holiday, so why not move your things in the morning?"

She started walking out of the room, as I said "Yes Rosa, I will." She went on upstairs, and I followed her, as I went on to my apartment. I showered and went to bed, wondering what this all means. I went on to bed, with the wheels in my head spinning out of control. In the morning, right after breakfast, I started moving my things. Talk about an upgrade. From a full-size bed, up to a king. Yeah, a bed I can stretch out on. I was putting things away in the closet, when she came into the bedroom, smiling, and asked "You get everything moved?"

I didn't turn around, just saying "I sure did."

"Good. Since today's a holiday, I believe we should just relax. How about a drive?" she asked.

I turned, and saw her face. It was a strange look, one of anticipation. Anticipating what? "Sure, where too?"

She shrugged her shoulders, saying "Oh, I don't know. Anywhere would be okay."

Smiling, I asked "How about Letchworth? We could have dinner at the Inn there."

A big smile came to her face, as she said "Okay Daniel, that would be nice."

And it was. We took a leisurely drive there, explored the small park, viewed the falls, and then after dinner in the Inn, returned to home. Nothing strange happened the whole day. But I was sensing something. The way she was looking at me, a puzzled look one minute, and a sly smile the next. The week went by, and another. And she seemed to be getting more nervous each passing day. I had been kept busy, not only by her, but by her brother as well. It was the second Friday in June, I had just picked her up from work, and I was getting dinner ready. She came into the kitchen and sat down at the table, watching me.

As I cooked, she asked "Daniel, do you think you'll ever settle down? With one woman?"

I wasn't thinking, as I snorted first, saying "Gee Rosa, I've no idea." I turned and looked at her. She had a hurt look on her face. "I mean," I croaked out, "I haven't had too many requests of late for female companionship." Okay, where is this leading to?

"So you're not hunting then?" she asked.

I smiled, and replied, "I have found that my best luck for women is when they ask me."

She smiled at first, then a slight frown. Then she got up and left the room. Yes, by now, I was putting one and one together, and getting a very tangled web. Now, how do I go about it. But nothing more was said the rest of the evening we were together. At about eleven-thirty, we turned off the television, and went to our respective rooms. I undressed, and had crawled under the covers, stark naked as usual, and I was just about to turn off the light, when there was a knock at the door. I said "Come in.", and it slowly opened.

And there stood Rosa, very naked, and that strange look on her face. She approached my bed, lifted the covers, revealing my naked loins. She sat on the edge, lowered her head as she grabbed my meat, and started sucking my cock. I muttered out something, an expletive of some sort, as I watched her bare boobs sway as she swallowed my pecker. I leaned my head back onto the pillow, and enjoyed it immensely. And it only took five minutes for me to plaster the back of her mouth with a healthy load of my cream, which she eagerly downed. She waited to release my cock until the last spurt, waiting for my shaft to stop throbbing and oozing out it's contents.

Once satisfied that she had gotten it all, she raised up, and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, saying "Amelia was right, you do pack a load."

I chuckled, and said "Thank you. Would you like for me to go down on you now?"

She smiled, saying "No, not now. For we have to talk."

"About us, I suppose." I stated.

She first nodded, then a deep sigh. I reached up and caressed the side of her face, making her smile get bigger, as she grabbed my hand in both of hers. "Daniel, I'm going to be thirty-seven soon."

"And you're not sure you want to have an affair with a man more than ten years younger than you." I quipped.

She blushed. "Affair? No. Actually, I was thinking of marriage, if you're interested."

I about shit. "Marriage? You want to marry me?", I asked, a bit of excitement in my voice.

She grinned, and said "Yes, marriage. After all, it would be nice if my children were born legitimate."

Wow. "Children?"

"Does that scare you?"

"No, not at all. The idea sounds nice. But why me?"

"My biological clock is ticking down, Daniel. And there are not too many men that I'm interested in perusing. Nor are there others that seem interested in me." She reached over and patted my spent tool, adding "And Amelia says you've the equipment to keep me happy."

"No problem, when?" I asked.

"Friday. A private affair, in my dad's law office. Judge Rynerd is a personal family friend, he'll perform the ceremony. Of course, blood tests and all will have to be taken. And paperwork filed." She stood, leaned over the bed and gave me a kiss on my lips. She stood straight up, and added "This will give you a week to store up some fertile sperm to try knocking me up next weekend."

A thought hit me, "But what will I be doing for employment then?"

She laughed as she walked to the door, saying "You'll be doing what you do now. Plus being a stay-at-home daddy." She closed the door as she walked out, blowing me a kiss before she did.

I was totally stunned. My body was actually a bit numb the whole weekend, and on into the next week. We had a get together with her family Sunday, and all were patting me on the back, offering their congratulations. And of course, officially welcoming me into the family. I worked the whole week as if nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen. I would take Rosa to work, return home and do yard work or some stuff about the house, and then go fetch her in the late afternoon. Friday started the same, almost. She never works Friday, as she had me drive her to the salon to get her hair done, then we returned to the house, where she told me she thought my white suit would look nice for the wedding picture. I went to my room and after a quick shower, I came out to find her in a long, beige gown.

She came to me, and gave me a hug and a kiss, and asked "You ready?"

Chuckling, I replied "Oh yeah, more than ready."

She hooked her arm in mine, and we headed down the stairs, as she stated, "It's not too late to back out, Daniel."

I made a half-hearted attempt to laugh, as I said "Now why would I want to do that?"

Her giggle sounded a bit nervous like, as we went out to the garage, where I opened the door of the car, and let her in the backseat, then I came around and off we went towards downtown. Yes, a simple affair. Her family was about it, save for her two best friends, Cathy Andrewski. And Amelia. The biggest hug I got that day as from her. And, it seemed she was the only one that had a tear. I just smiled, as my bride blushed when she saw it.

We had a very nice reception at one of the best restaurants downtown. Nothing fancy, maybe fifty people in all. I did call a few of my friends and invited them, and they were more than impressed. Actually, I think amazed would be a better word. It was while talking to them, that I realized that I had hardly talked to them in the past year. Heck, I didn't even know that both were engaged! Anyway, it was a pleasant evening, and about nine we headed towards home. I really didn't know what to expect at this point. I mean, this is rather sudden. No chasing or seduction, just 'Marry me so you can put a baby in me!'. Pretty simple analogy, I think.

After parking the car, and entering the house, I gently grabbed her arm. She turned, stunned at first, then a smile, as she wrapped her arms about my waist, and we hugged and gave each other a long, mouth-to-mouth kiss. She eased back, and said softly, "Go down and get a good bottle of wine. I'll be waiting in our bedroom."

I grinned and chuckled, as she emphasized the word 'our' rather plainly. We let go of one another, and I turned and went to the cellar to fetch a nice bottle of wine. What does one drink for a romantic moment when two people are wanting to make a baby? What does it matter? I grabbed one off the top shelf, and hoped for the best. In the kitchen, I grabbed the portable wine cart, placed a pair of goblets on it as well as filling the wine bucket with some ice, and put it all on the dumbwaiter and sent it upstairs. I ambled on upstairs, pulled the cart out of the dumbwaiter, and pushed it down the hall, finding her door closed, and a note, saying 'Go get out of your clothes, and pull on the robe that's laying on the bed.' I just smiled and followed the directions, and soon I was at her, I mean our, door. I didn't think it necessary to knock, as I opened the door and pushed the cart in ahead of me. There she was, wearing a white robe that matched mine, laying on her right side, her head on the pillow facing me. Her robe was open, her left breast exposed, and she was smiling a pleasant smile.

I pushed the cart over to the bed, and sat on the edge of it. I had opened the bottle downstairs, and only gently replaced the cork, so it didn't take much to open it up and pour two glasses of wine. I then picked up both glasses, and handed her one, and then we clinked the glasses together, with me offering a toast, saying "Here's to us." Yeah, short and sweet. And I saw it in her eyes. Something I had never seen before, as we sipped the wine, savoring the taste as it flowed across each others tongues. I cracked a smile, and took her glass from her hand, and placed both on the stand, as I then turned and leaned her way, she closing her eyes as our lips met. A simple kiss at first, then a longer one followed. Our mouths opened briefly, and I felt her tongue come past my lips. My hands came up to her shoulders, and as we kissed, I pushed the robe off her upper body, which she easily allowed me to do. I leaned back, and looked into her eyes, seeing the same thing in her eyes. I smiled, stating "You're having a case of the nerves Rosa, why?"

Her eyes flew open, then she smiled, and leaned her head into my chest. I heard and felt the sigh, as I wrapped my arms about her. "Don't know, Daniel. I guess I'm having last minute thoughts."

I gently patted her bare back, saying "It's not too late."

A quick giggle, and she stated "Yes it is." She tilted her head back, and we kissed once more. her hands moved up and she soon was holding my head in them. I started kissing down from her face, sending a moment at her throat, before giving each nipple a good suck and kiss. I heard and felt her sigh, as my mouth went south to paradise. With her hands still holding my head gently, I started to lick her cunt, and she groaned and I felt her nails dig into my scalp. My hands were on the back of her thighs, and I pushed her legs up towards her chest and out a bit, giving me total access to lick her tasty snatch. In no time, she was wiggling those hips, softly at first, but soon bucking hard against my face as I snacked away. And when she came, her whole body shuddered as she let out a loud moan. I quickly crawled up, burying my cock inside her hot snatch, and our mouths locked onto one another, while our hips were thrusting against each other as well.

I was too far aroused, as it didn’t take long at all to feel my cum race out of my balls, and I groaned as I sprayed her womb with what felt like a gallon of baby-making cream. We rested for barely a minute, each trying to catch a breath. I sat up, and with my cock still impaled inside her hot box, she rolled onto her left side. I reached with my right hand and cupped her soft, right breast, as she brought her right knee forward. My left hand was on the mattress, supporting my weight along with my left knee and my right foot, as I nibbled on the flesh of her neck, while stroking my still rock hard cock in and out of her tight twat. Her eyes were shut tight, and her mouth was open, as I felt her cunt tighten around my pistoning member, as she had another good cum. I did her like that for well over thirty minutes, before my second load was coaxed out to join the first one.

I rolled off and out of her, onto my back. She sat up, leaned over me, and gave my lips a soft kiss, while her hand reached down and took a hold of my softening meat. She said "Well, twice. Not bad."

I chuckled, "You're not bad yourself, Rosa." I reached my arm around her, patting her bare ass, and pulled her against me, she offering no resistance, laying her head on my shoulder. "I take it you're over the nerves now."

With a giggle, and after kissing my lips once more, she said "Yes. And hopefully by the end of the weekend, I'll be a mommy-to-be."

"Well, I'm doing my part." I said jokingly.

She raised her torso up, and as she lowered her head to my cock, ready to suck me back to serviceable condition, she stated, "With all these fertility drugs my doctor gave me, I'm sure we both did."

Whoa! A hell of a surprise. I didn't say anything, save brush the hair off the side of her face, as I watched her try smiling with a mouthful of cock. It took a good twenty minutes for her to get me hard once more. She then straddled me, and while I balled her marvelous tits, and she rubbed her clit, she rode me for an hour, getting herself off time and time again, before I finally slammed my hips hard up into her, draining my balls once more. We fell quickly asleep after that one, as I felt our juices drain out of her well fucked cunt and onto my tender balls. In the morning, she had me take her in the shower as we bathed before breakfast. Four more times on Saturday we would copulate. Once in the library, the sitting room, and at the dining room table as we fed each other our evening meal. But the whole afternoon, I sat on the lowest step in the pool, with her on my lap. My hard cock stayed inside her warm, snug pussy, while my hands softly carresed her silky smoothe skin, every now and then my fingers or hers would playfully attack her clit, getting her off to a satisfying cum. While we were joined together in the pool, we talked about the future, and how much we both were looking forward to a good marraige. Yeah, we knew we might hit a rough spot or two, and we even talked about it, as I would kiss her neck lovingly, while my hands massaged her wonderful breasts. After dinner, we went off to bed, where we did it twice more.

Sunday was almost a repeat of Saturday, except that we just floated in the pool the whole day, with each of us pleasuring the other with some oral per suite, followed by me adding a load to her overflowing womb. Within three weeks, a visit to the doctor did indeed show the weekend was a fruitful one. Very fruitful, for two months later, it was confirmed that she was carrying triplets. She had them five weeks pre-mature, but at least the three baby girls were born healthy. I was all smiles, as we cared for them upon arriving home from the hospital, as she declared "Maybe next time we'll forgo the fertility drugs."

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