Chapter 9

Jim was gone when Monica returned home that Friday evening, a text saying that he had gone out with friends from work. And of course leaving the house empty and with nothing but frozen or canned food for Monica to make dinner with. She texted Cole, but he seemed to be just as unavailable. His truck was gone, but on a hunch she walked down to see if June was around. She was, but when Monica invited her out for dinner, June balked.

“Really? Just the two girls going out on the town? Like I said Monica. I’ll be friendly, but not necessarily friends.”

“I get it,” replied Monica. But how about we try to get Mrs. Flynn out of the house? It’s coming on Christmas. We should do something nice for her.”

To Monica’s surprise, June nodded. To their greater surprise, the elderly woman seemed overjoyed at the prospect of being taken out for dinner. She chose a cheap little diner out on the main highway Monica had never bothered to eat at. The food was bland American fare, but still better than what was in her freezer. The talk was simple, the two younger women coaxing out stories of her late husband from the old lady, and that seemed to make her smile.

On their return Mrs. Flynn insisted on giving Monica and June each a couple of oranges. She said that when she was a little girl, an orange was one of the best Christmas presents she could get. That and a puppy. Then she said she was tired and abruptly pushed them out of her house and closed the door. Monica would have been up for a glass of wine and some deeper discussion, but June turned away, saying she had finals to study for.

Jim returned home late in the evening, expecting his wife to provide him with full rights to her body, but he was drunk and rough and she pushed him away. The following day Monica felt guilty, wondering if her long day with Greg had been the real cause of her refusing her husband’s advances. Jim seemed appreciative of her guilt-fueled attention, particularly the chicken fried steak she presented to him for dinner, but his own ardor seemed to have vanished and she wound up going to bed alone. Then came Sunday, Jim leaving a little after 3 in the afternoon, doing an extra shift at work and not expecting to return home until the middle of Monday morning. Overtime, more pay, but only a kiss goodbye for his wife.

Monica felt a twinge of guilt at her cheating ways, but then a flush of anticipation. Cole had texted twice that day, reminding her of his illicit intent to make her dinner and then drag her into her bedroom. The man was as good as his word. The dinner was some sort of enchilada casserole, very Mexican tasting to her palate and quite delicious. She wondered about June but Cole replied that his daughter had insisted that the two adults eat and do their other business as far away from her as possible. “I’m not sure if the girl is trying to give us more privacy or is just very embarrassed by what we do within range of her ears. Either way, I’m happy to be here, alone with you Monica. Let us enjoy ourselves while we can.”

Monica wanted to talk more about what June had told her the previous week, of her encounter with the sheriffs on the road, but Cole just shook his head. “I’m glad she talked with you. She needs a woman sometimes, to talk with. Otherwise, let us hope for a brighter future.” That was vague, almost dismissive, but then Cole leaned in to fill Monica’s mind with other thoughts, and then filled her body with much more of his own.

Unlike Greg, Cole had no compunctions about who or what had filled her pussy the night or week before. After five minutes of teasing her with a slow playful fuck and some finger action, Cole had withdrawn his rock hard cock and pulled Monica’s crotch into his face. Monica was happy to help, sitting up and grinding her twat into the man’s mouth, moaning with every minute of his oral loving. While Cole applied his skilled tongue to Monica’s clit, she didn’t mind bending down and giving some oral loving to his throbbing length of flesh. She didn’t mind the fact that her own loving secretions covered his pole. She had become used to cleaning off and swallowing the various sexual fluids a man’s cock was commonly covered with, and her own emissions tasted sweet compared to most every man’s ejaculate.

After a third mind-numbing orgasm, Monica insisted on reversing positions, impaling herself on Cole’s hard patient pole. As she ground her hips into the man’s crotch, Monica leaned in to give him a kiss and was amazed at how wet his face was. She took her time licking her emissions off, certain that his cock would bring her to even wetter and more electrifying highs. The man was a wonderful lover.

It was a long night, full of soft loving and very hard fucking that tapered off only as the midnight hour approached. More importantly, Cole stayed with Monica the entire night, sleeping in her bed, his arms wrapped around her body, his cock tucked tightly into her ass cheeks. It was a wonderful night, made only more wonderful by what the man did for her early the following morning, though after an hour of intense loving even Cole had to pull away and say he was empty and done for the day.

Monica quickly readied herself for work and was out the door before eight. Not until she was halfway to work did she think of what she had just done. A long evening of loving with Cole, resting in his arms through the night, only to be ravished and filled with his essence again in the morning. Wonderful, but that was exactly the thing that Greg had complained about just a few days before. It was unfair of the man to grumble. After all, he was her boss, not her husband. But he had somehow touched her in a way Jim hadn’t in years, maybe never had. She suddenly felt more empathy for Greg, forgetting completely about Jim as she wondered what she could do to make up for her long wonderful liaison with Cole.

Greg’s car was in the parking lot as she pulled in. Up in the office, Monica hid her purse in a side desk drawer and then dropped her panties in with it. She knocked on Greg’s private door and walked in, catching him in the middle of a phone call. He smiled at Monica, but his facial expression went neutral as he watched her undress and walk over to his desk. Completely naked, she knelt before his chair and opened up the crotch of his slacks, carefully pulling out his excited length of male flesh, and then lovingly licking and sucking in the first few inches of the organ.

By the time Greg had finished his call, Monica had been able to deep-throat most of his length, her tongue almost able to reach out and lick his balls. Not quite, but close, and Greg sat back and allowed Monica to continue with her efforts. It finally proved too much for him, and he pulled her up, sitting her naked body on his lap while bending low to suck in one of her breasts.

Greg carried Monica over to the couch, laying her down before standing and taking off his layers of clothing. She sat and watched, though as a tease she opened her legs and played her fingers through her slit, widening her labia so that Greg would get a good look at her pink river of womanly flesh.

As he threw aside his boxers, Greg knelt at her side and pulled Monica close. Then a quick suck on each of her tits, causing Monica to moan, but then his hands rose to grasp each of her nipples in a tight hold. As he squeezed, she winced with the pain, but chose to move closer and stretched her hand out to grasp his hard shaft.

“Miss me Monica? All weekend?”

“Yes Greg. I thought about you. All weekend, every day.”

Greg squeezed her nipples again, causing Monica to wince and rise up, but he pretended not to notice. “I didn’t miss you. Not a thought. Are you sure you missed me?”

“Yes,” Monica insisted again wincing at the pain. “Every day.”

Only then did Greg release his hold on her nipples, Monica letting out a sigh of relief. Greg turned Monica to face the couch, knees on the floor, then pushed his excited cock between her legs. She pushed her ass back, her twat excited for the feel of what Monica knew would be a fast rough fuck, but even she was surprised at how it all played out.

“I suppose you and Cole had sex.”

Monica thought of lying, but smiled and decided to do exactly the opposite. “Yes. A lot of sex. Every day.”

That’s when Greg slapped one ass cheek, and with her mixed moan of pain and pleasure, he lifted her ass up and pushed the first few inches of his cock into her. That was all pleasure and Monica’s moan filled the room. She was wet and in need, and less than two hours after Cole had filled her with cock and then everything his balls could spare in the early morning hour. No matter, she wanted Greg even more.

“So Cole fucked you. Did he fuck you Monica?” Again another slap, another moan of pain and pleasure coming from the couch.

“Yes. He fucked me. Twice, three times, I forget. My god he fucked me every day of the week and then some.”

“I’ll bet you slept with him. All last night? Did you fuck again this morning?” Another slap, two slaps, then a third, and with each a deeper thrust into Monica’s increasingly wet hole.

“Fucking yes. We slept and woke up and fucked again. I’m still full of his cum. The man’s a horse.”

“Fuck you Monica. You fucking cunt. You want to fuck? I’ll call the entire warehouse in here and fuck you silly. You goddamned whore. Fuck your goddamned cunt.” There was more, some with hard slaps to Monica’s ass, but soon Greg lost himself in the fuck, bucking hard into Monica’s rear for a short while before groaning out his intent and crushing her into the couch. As they lay there together, Greg’s balls pulsing out their last dribbles of cream deep into Monica’s pussy, Greg turned his head and gave her a soft kiss. “My god I missed you. I’ve missed you my entire life.”

Monica returned the kiss, sucking in Greg’s lower lip, then stroking his head with one hand while saying, “I know. I know baby. I’ve missed you too, every day.”

Monica wanted more, of Greg and the Jacuzzi and everything else they had done the previous Friday, but there was no time. As Greg rose to sit on the couch, reaching for his shirt, Monica pulled his hand over to cover her crotch, her inner labia edged with a white froth. “Could you get me something for this? I’d like to keep you close a little while longer.”

Greg smiled, bending down to give Monica a quick kiss before walking over to a cabinet and retrieving an object she hadn’t seen before. The thing looked like a short but thick dildo of normal shape but with a second slightly longer rubbery phallus at its side. The two small dicks were attached to a curving rubbery base, and Monica knew in a second what it was all for.

“Don’t tell me. One to go up my twat, the other up my ass. Inventive Greg, but didn’t we just do something similar with a much larger toy of yours on Friday?”

“Yes, and you had such a positive reaction that I thought you’d appreciate this more than a standard plug.”

“Or a banana. Okay. I’ll let you put it in, but go slow.”

Greg took his time at sliding the double-entry dildo into her, each of the protruding rubber dicks filling just enough of their respective holes to be felt and enjoyed with comfort. The short thick portion slid easily into her leaking pussy, but Greg had to add some lubrication to insert the longer portion up Monica’s ass. As Greg slid Monica’s panties on and assured himself that his toy was properly held in place, he looked up into her face and said, “One more thing. A surprise. But get dressed first.”

They dressed themselves, Greg in suit and tie, Monica with her simple dress and light sweater. With a shake of her ass she satisfied herself that the rubbery toy wouldn’t easily come dislodged and looked to Greg to see what his surprise was.

“Go sit at your desk. I’ll show you.”

Monica smiled and returned to her desk. It wasn’t easily to sit with the intrusive piece of rubber sitting firmly up her holes. She had to perch on the edge of her chair but was finally able to turn on her computer and prepare for another day of work. Then her eyes went wide and a hand shoved itself between her thighs. As a loud moan escaped her lips, she barely had the wherewithal to say, “Greg.” She then took a deep breath and forced herself to yell out, “Greg. Stop it. Stop it.”

Greg walked into the room, a large smile on his face. “Like it?” he asked.

“My god. What is that thing? I almost leaped out of the chair. Then I almost lost control of myself, but I didn’t know if I was going to pee or have an orgasm. How did you do that? No. I know. Another one of your toys, but remote controlled, right?”

Greg raised his hand to show a small pink plastic box with a variety of buttons on it. “Not just your ordinary vibrator. Some vibration for the anus, but the larger plug up your twat actually twirls, and then there’s a special extension for the part of the base that reaches up to that fat little clit of yours. Really high end and bought with you in mind. Merry Christmas.” With that last statement, Greg placed the control on Monica’s desk. “There. It’s too dangerous for any man to have control of. Just don’t use it while driving. I want you back here in one piece. Give it a try.”

Monica took a deep breath before picking up the surprisingly small remote control. It seemed simple, with a power button and a set of arrow keys. Turn on, then press the plus button for an ever stronger effect. Monica started slow, feeling out what the miniature machine was doing down deep inside of her. After only a short while she had to turn it off. The pleasure at her anus had been very nice, but the deeper movement in her vagina that was merely pleasant at first quickly built to the realization that she was being given the best fuck by the shortest fattest penis on the planet. In addition, all of that was happening while her clit was being vibrated into a nirvana of its very own. It was a wonderful if dangerous thing to be in possession of. She was shivering, her face starting to break out in perspiration, and that after less than a minute of subjecting herself to the intense pleasure of the very unusual gift. Yes, very dangerous.

Monica looked up, embarrassed at what she had just done and felt, and right there in front of a smiling Greg. “Aren’t you afraid this little gadget will replace you?”

“No. I have faith in my ability to make you happy. Which is really what I want to do. What I’m really hoping is that my gift will replace Cole.”

Monica had an answer to that but just smiled. What she was thinking was that it may replace Jim if her husband wasn’t careful. After she dropped the control box into her purse for safe keeping, Greg turned serious.

“I’ve notified the main office of a need for an additional work station at the house. The set up should be complete by the end of the week. Start copying what you know you’ll need, but otherwise make sure all of the work assignments are kept up to date online and not just on the hard drive. I want to make sure you can move back and forth between offices in a seamless fashion. We’re in the middle of our busiest season. Amazing how many manufacturers and specialty goods are just now finding that stupid little things like boxes and paper containers are missing or damaged or stuck back in some Chinese port. That’s how we make our real money. I wish I could make you full time, but the other managers will just have to do some unpaid overtime to keep up.”

“So, that timeline you mumbled about last Friday...”

Greg knelt, pushed at the hem of Monica’s dress and leaned in to give a long sucking kiss to her upper thigh. “If I could move you into my home and keep you there for the next five years I would. But since you so stubbornly insist on being a good wife and illicit lover, I’ll just have to do everything else in my power to keep you close. Come back here tomorrow morning, but every morning after that report to the house.”

“Even Saturdays?”

“Especially Saturdays. I’d like those to be all-day work sessions. You’ll be working right next to me.”

Monica paused for only a moment before adding one last question. “Like last Friday?”

“Especially like last Friday.”

As December progressed Monica was struck by three things. First was increasing attention from Greg. Small things, small gifts, small gentle acts of intimacy became a normal part of their being together. As he passed by her desk, be it at his home or in the office, Greg would always come over to talk with Monica for a moment, then bend down for a kiss, though also taking liberty to give one of her breasts a gentle massage. While they worked he might bark out a command or show some frustration, but he would quickly soften and explain his feelings. The hard sex, the constant demand for access to her body never abated. A hard day of work on one day always guaranteed an hour or four of love making, mixing strenuous physical fucking with soft and gentle intimacy.

Monica came to love it, the hard work and the sex and the personal sharing, never sure on any day what might be expected of her. Except Saturday. Saturdays always started and ended with sex, the middle of the day left open to work emergencies and their shared need of a good meal. On Saturdays she always left Greg’s home sexually sated and personally full, begging off any attention from Jim by saying she was just too tired from work to do anything but take a bath and fall into bed.

Oddly, as Christmas approached and even beyond into the new year, Jim seemed to show himself to be more caring and understanding and loving, unless he reverted to being the exact opposite. His caring actions even lasted beyond the arrival of his love and joy, the monster truck that appeared at their doorway just a week before Christmas. Jim was ecstatic, almost having an orgasm every time he looked out of the window and gazed on their newest and most expensive acquisition. Monica couldn’t care less about the thing, but at least Jim was in a good mood all the following week and into the new year. Sometimes Jim would bring home flowers or insist on taking Monica out to lunch or dinner. Other times he would merely nod and only pretend to listen to what she was saying, abusing her through a lack of concern or overt attention. When Monica brought up Jim’s on again/off again behavior, a friend shrugged and said that he was just one more husband reverting to type. The friend showed some sympathy, but Monica wisely chose not to divulge the other men that kept Monica happy.

It was about this time that Jim began to pull back physically as well, more likely to prefer sleep than to make any gesture showing a desire for Monica open her legs for even a quick morning disposal of his needs inside of her. Monica mostly blamed herself, knowing her very full schedule with Greg was made even more full with demands for attention by Cole. It was from her guilt that she intentionally tried to get Jim’s attention, cuddling with him and going down on him even when she felt no inclination to. It hurt when he would turn away, blaming work or a need to sleep. She knew something was wrong, blaming herself while focusing on the small acts of love Jim did bother himself with.

Cole remained his loving self, always available, and always changing his own work schedule to fit the small amount of free time Monica had at home. June was as friendly as she had promised to be, though most of the time June simply tried to stay out of Monica’s way. With a long school break to enjoy, June was often in the kitchen or watching the flatscreen, yet when Monica came in the door June would give out a few polite words and then disappear. Monica wondered what the teen did in her bedroom all day long, then remembered the sex toys June didn’t even bother to hide from her father.

Monica had asked about boyfriends and dating, but June didn’t show any willingness to talk and Cole seemed equally uninterested. A beautiful young girl with a variety of rubber dicks within reach, but Monica knew through personal experience that such things couldn’t replace human contact or sexual intimacy. She was sure June had another part of her life that lay hidden from both her and Cole, but didn’t want to push it. At least she stopped slipping into Cole’s bedroom and masturbating while watching what the adults did in bed.

All of these things were occurring at the same time, and all toward Christmas, and all playing out long into the following months of the new year. Jim puzzled her, Cole pleased her, Greg overwhelmed her, and June was just another teen in need of a mother and possibly a boyfriend. But let’s get back to Greg. Something happened toward Christmas that made Monica’s relationship with Greg not so much permanently change as spike in temporarily spike in intensity.

A week before Christmas, Greg had texted, saying that he would be at the plant for most of Friday and that Monica should just work on her own at his house. Then toward eleven, he called and said he had a surprise for her. He gave instructions for Monica to warm up the sauna and Jacuzzi and to be “tits deep” into the water by noon. Monica shrugged, happy to make herself a grilled cheese and bloody Mary before carrying them out to the already prepared pool of jet-driven hot water.

She had finished the sandwich and drink and was enjoying herself, her body massaged and warmed by the water, her mind floating in an easy neutral space of her own. Then she heard some noise in the house. Probably Greg come to give Monica whatever new surprise he promised. She looked at the house, toward the entrance to the covered deck where the Jacuzzi was located. Monica gasped in alarm when a strange man walked out, a large and lightly bearded man with nothing on but a pair of trunks. Monica reached for her towel, wondering where she could run yet unwilling to exit the warm water and show her very naked self to the stranger.

Then she stopped. She knew the man. First came the recognition that she had seen the bearded face in a photograph hanging next to Greg’s desk. Then came the realization that, but for the beard, the man looked very much like Greg. It all clicked. He must be the older brother Greg only occasionally made reference to when discussing family or business. It eased her fears, yet her pounding heart didn’t slow as the man approached. Monica was still naked and wasn’t sure how a member of the family would feel about her lounging in the Jacuzzi on a work day.

With another few steps toward the Jacuzzi, Greg’s brother gave Monica a short wave and asked, “May I join you?” Without waiting for an answer from a stunned Monica, the large man dropped his trunks and climbed down into the Jacuzzi to sit across from her.

“You must be Monica. Greg said you were working here today. Good to finally meet you. I’m Jerome, Greg’s brother. Call me Jer.” With that introduction “Jer” stretched out his hand and Monica felt protocol demanded that she take it. It seemed ludicrous, her tiny hand being dwarfed by the large man’s own paw, but what really made Monica nervous was her very naked chest rising from the waters as she took his hand. She quickly settled back in an attempt to hide, but Jer’s smile widened as his eyes lowered and took in Monica’s most obvious womanly assets.

“I hope Greg warned you about me showing up. He said you’d be working. Didn’t know I’d be catching you at a bad time.”

“Oh, no. I’m working, at least all morning I was working, and maybe the rest of the day. And all of tomorrow. I have to work a lot tomorrow. A lot of work to do. You know, Christmas rush and everything.”

Monica forced herself to shut up, knowing she was rambling, but her mind was in a state of confusion and she didn’t know what to do. She knew she should climb out of the water, show the man she wasn’t intimidated by him, and in a cool manner let him know that she did in fact have more work to do in the office. She knew she should do that, but she was worried about the fact that she was naked. She was even more worried about the fact that Jer was himself naked.

It was difficult to get the sight of his naked body out of her mind. He looked so much like Greg, fit and with the body of someone who regularly visited the gym, and yet this older brother was maybe a size larger. A more chiseled face, a broader set of shoulders with more hair on the chest, certainly a bit taller, and with a dazzling set of dark black eyes that seemed to laugh as he talked. Unlike Greg, Jer seemed happy, alive, overwhelming with his presence. In only a minute, with only a few words, Jer seemed to make Monica both at ease and extremely nervous.

Nervous. That was a polite word for it. Worried about what her insatiable cunt was going to make her do was more like it. Greg was more man than Monica could want, or possibly fit inside of her. Only Cole was more overwhelming, but Cole’s personality had a soft core and he knew how to make use of the gift god had given him. Monica knew she was blessed with two men who had both the means and the desire to overwhelm her with their loving.

Now came Greg’s older brother, sitting right across from her, and just after he had flashed his crotch and attending organ before her. Much like Greg, Jer was uncircumcised, his manhood discolored by long thick purple veins, and with a hairy ball sac that hung down between his legs. As with his body and personality, Jer showed himself to be just a size larger than Greg. Thicker, longer, maybe even more so than Cole, and with a sac that made Monica wonder if even two of her hands would be enough to hold the man’s precious jewels. Nervous? Yes, she felt very nervous, and so just sat hiding from both Jer and herself in the steamy water of the Jacuzzi.

She sat and pretended to listen to Jer talk, just nodding and smiling and giving out short answers as best she could when he asked a question.

“Greg didn’t say anything? He’s known for weeks that I’d be dropping by.”

“No, he didn’t mention you, except when he’s talked about his family.”

“I’m really on my way to Hawai’i to join my family. We’re all spending Christmas on the Big Island but I wanted to do a quick check of the plant and report back to the board at the beginning of next year.”

“Oh. The board?”

“Well, that’s mostly just me and mother, though it includes an accountant and the family lawyer as well.”

“So, Greg works for you? He works for his mother? I suppose this is a family run business.”

“No, but yes. Greg runs the place but he’s more a part of the business than an employee. We have a lot going on, more than just the plant or orchard. We’re all situated back [east] but for some reason Greg likes to hide out here all alone.”

“So there’s more of the business than this, than the plant? I had no idea. Greg’s made reference to some other things he does. He’s always complaining about having to get up at four or five in the morning and work with some people back in Pennsylvania, or sometimes New York. I just thought he had a lot of orders or suppliers back there.”

“Greg’s a quiet man. He keeps to himself. I don’t want to talk behind his back, so I won’t say any more. He’s my brother, and that alone means a lot to me.”

Monica nodded, her mind full of all she didn’t know about Greg and his family. She could have thought about all of that for the rest of the afternoon when Jer broke in on her musings.

“Do me a favor Monica. I’m sure this isn’t in your list of job duties, but could you give me a quick neck massage? Just right here, up on my shoulders. The plane ride was long and the drive from the airport miserable with all the traffic. I could use some relaxing fingers on my neck.”

“Sure.” Easier said than done. Jer turned and slowly walked backwards through the water, closing the distance between them until Jer’s back pressed into Monica’s chest, causing her to float back toward the edge of the small pool. She found her body merging with Jer’s, her head and chest pressing into his back, her legs rising up and wrapping around his waist. It took a few seconds to regain her footing in the steamy water, her hands pressing into the man’s shoulders, working to put some space between her breasts and Jer’s back. It was an embarrassing moment, and one she was fairly certain was intended by Greg’s big brother.

It was while Monica was ineffectually attempting to wrap her hands around Jer’s large shoulders that Greg finally joined them. He had only a towel wrapped around his middle, but as he approached Monica and Jer, he told them to join him in the sauna. Jer easily clambered out of the pool, shaking his brother’s hand while also giving him a slap on the back. Monica was happy to see that the two brothers had a good relationship, but she felt sheepish and shy about climbing out of the Jacuzzi in her naked state. The air was cold and as she tried to dry herself off, Monica was very aware of both her very erect nipples and the eyes of the two men standing only a few feet away. And then there was the sight of Jer’s naked body. Greg gave his brother his towel, but not before Monica had gotten yet another long look at the large muscular organ draping down the front of his thighs.

As the two men talked, they all walked over to the sauna. It was just a small wooden structure attached to the house almost as an afterthought. Yet it worked well, a central pile of heated rocks and a bucket of water keeping those inside safe and warm and very hot to the point of discomfort. Within a minute Monica found herself sweating, but also increasingly nervous. Greg was naked, Jer had dropped his towel, and Monica felt a need to do as she had always done with Greg over the past few months, also going bare and enjoying the steaming air.