Chapter 36

“Oh. Like that. Harder. HARDER! FUCK!”

Cynthia’s scream would have carried through the empty loft had the bedroom door not been closed. As it was I knew the excellent sound proofing that Stuart Emerson had designed into the home meant that even had Darla, Emily or Cheyenne been home they would not have heard Cynthia crying out her third orgasm.

The middle aged blonde was bent over the edge of the Alaskan King with her upper body smashed into the mattress, her three inch heels placing her at just the right height for my hard cock to slip between her gushing wet lips. Her clit rubbed on the edge of the mattress every time I bottomed my hard prick out in her warm cunt.

The state judges ass was moving with deliberate strokes, both pressing back into me as I thrust forward, and rubbing on the mattress as I pulled out. Since her whole body was moving I had no doubt her engorged nipples were likewise rubbing on the textured coverlet, as evidenced by the orgasm that was now running through her as her cunt grasped and pulled at my prick.

“Oh Fuck!” I moaned. “Here it comes honey!” I started to shoot my spunk into the blonde’s warm sheath.

“Oh Fuck!” Cynthia swore one more time as I collapsed on her back.

Her blue business suit was in a pile on the floor next to my dress slacks and button down chambray shirt. We had just finished lunch at restaurant a few blocks up Main street and Cynthia had come back to the loft for coffee before returning to her office at the county court building.

I hadn’t actually made it to the kitchen before the blonde jurist knelt down at my feet in the great room, unzipped my pants, and inhaled my rapidly hardening prick. One thing led to another and eventually Cynthia was bent over the corner of my bed with my dick stuck up her baby chute.

“I think I’m ready for that coffee now,” she smiled.

I got off of her and Cynthia climbed off the bed. I saw my cum leaking down her leg.

“I think I better make a visit to the bathroom first. Would you mind getting the coffee ready?” Her way of say she wanted some privacy in the bathroom. I could see her makeup was smeared. She had left lipstick tracks on my dick and no doubt eye and face makeup stains on our coverlet.

As Cynthia retired to the en suite I slipped on my briefs and shook out my clothing. Deciding it was wrinkle free enough I quickly dressed. Back in the kitchen I setup the coffee machine and grabbed a couple of mugs off the tree. Cheyenne had brought pastries from next door this morning so I placed a couple on a serving dish on the island.

Just as the coffee finished Cynthia entered the great room from the hall looking every inch the state judge she was, professional, proper and not someone who had just gotten her ashes hauled three times.

She grabbed the mug whose coffee was light brown, indicating it had been creamed to her taste.

“Ummm. You remembered,” she said taking a drink.

“Of course.”

She looked up at me. “So where are Darla and Emily this afternoon?”

“Emily’s got something going on with Megan. I think the Post Office is planning on buying some kind of wall sculpture for the postal station over in Merrimack. Darla’s working on some project she won’t tell me about yet. Something with Elsie Monroe and Stephanie Wolcott.”

“Oh the lovely Stephanie. The boys and I were so happy to find out she’s decided to move to Lesserton. She’s quite a dish.” She looked at the tray of pastries. “After that lunch I really shouldn’t, but we did use a lot of calories.” She picked up one of the apple crullers and began to nibble on the edge.

“Did you know that Cerulean’s been accepted to the University of Virginia Law School?” she said to me after a minute of silence.

“Yes. As a matter of fact I did. Darla told me.”

“Do Cerulean and Darla talk often?”

“Yes, I think they do. We’ve talked several times since Christmas also.”

“Did she tell you that she interned at BB&S during her junior year and swore to never step into a law office again?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact she did. She also said that you were a bitch to work for and that she felt sorry for your law clerk.”

The blonde put the half finished cruller down on the island counter, like she had lost her appetite.

“Now I really don’t understand.”

“I don’t know Cerulean very well. Certainly not as well as I know you. But let me just say that I can see what my parents saw in you when you came to Lesserton. In our conversations I find her intelligent, compassionate, driven. All the factors I see in you. That factors that, well, are the reasons I care about you.”

Her eyes soften. “I care about you too Danny.”

“I know you do,” I said. “I care about Cerulean too. I know you probably don’t want to hear that. But it’s a fact. The fact that Darla also cares about her, enough to talk or text with her several times a week, means that it’s likely that she and my girls will be intimate again at some point.”

“I really don’t like hearing that. You know she’s made a habit out of chasing after men who are important to me?”

“You mean Tony?”

“I don’t think she had to chase him very hard. She was just his type. Jail bait and virginal. But other men too.”

“Like me?”

“Like you. You said a couple of months ago that she told you she wanted to return to Lesserton, I mean after she passed the bar?”

“So she said.”

“You know, now that I’m on the bench the boys could use another partner in the office. Of course it’s years away.” She took a drink of her coffee. “You know the weather is getting warmer. When are you going to get the hot tub working again?”

“Soon I think. Are you angling for an invite?”

“Sure. I think the boys would like that. Chet has a thing for pregnant girls.”

“Emily doesn’t think the hot tub is good for the baby.”

“That’s okay. Chet doesn’t care much about getting in the hot tub either. I’m sure they can find something to do while we’re in the tub.”

I heard the door chime which indicated someone with the code had just opened the front door. I thrust into the beautiful redhead who was wrapped around my prick. Cheyenne groaned as we heard the heels click on the stairs. That indicated it was my wife rather than our girlfriend, who most times wore trainers, particularly now when her feet were swelling in pregnancy.

When her head popped up out of the stairwell Darla looked over at the scantily clad maid who was bent over on of the great room chair arms and said, “Damn. I’m gonna have to start docking your pay if you’re gonna spend so much time fucking my husband rather than cooking and cleaning.”

“Worth it,” Cheyenne answered pushing her ass back into my thrusting.

“I have a better idea,” Darla said moving around us to flop in the chair.

My brunette wife started lifting her skirt and We both quickly discovered that she was not wearing panties. I arced my eyebrows and Darla looked me straight in the eye.

“Elsie, Steph and I needed a little stress relief after our meeting with the county.”

Cheyenne bent down to place her head in my wife’s lap as I continued to pound her. I saw the redhead’s curls wave as her head moved.

“Oh fuck she’s good at this,” Darla said pushing the girl’s head harder into her lap.

Cheyenne had appeared about forty-five minutes after Cynthia left. She had brought groceries in. The sexy maid had placed the bags on the island and then slipped into the half bath to change from her street clothes into her ‘uniform’. I discovered over time that she had about two dozen version of the porn maid outfits which she update a couple of times a month to replace an outfit that either I, Darla, or Emily had ripped from her slutty body in sexual fueled passion when her games became just too much for us.

In this particular case she wore a short skirt with the white apron, if the handkerchief sized, lace trimmed piece of cloth could even be call such, sewn on. A V-shaped black top with a lacy bustier left her abs bare. A loop of lace made a collar. All topped by a white fan of cloth pinned in her auburn curls. It was an outfit I had seen before. As she began flitting around, putting away the groceries, I remembered the last time she had worn it I had piledriven her sweet cunt as she hung upside down with her legs over my shoulders.

My cock stiffened up at the thought as I watched her bend over to store some packages in the bottom shelf of the pull out pantry. She shimmied her ass, obviously very cognoscente that I was watching her. The skirt very barely covered her ass, pulling up to reveal the lacy black panties below.

I was sitting in one of the great room chairs just off the kitchen. I could just see past the island to observe her antics. As she finished stowing the last object I saw her look up at me, her green eyes sparkling.

Closing the cupboard she turned around and I heard her heels clack on the wooden floor as she entered the great room. She came to stand directly in front of the chair.

“Sir, is there something I can do for you?” Her tongue moistened her lower lip as she glanced at my lap and then looked directly into my eyes. “You seem a little tense.”

I stood up slowly.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Well,” she said stepping closed. “I am full service maid, you see.” Saying this she melted into me.

I’m not sure if I moved into kiss her or if she moved into kiss me, but in seconds our tongues were wrapping around each other as my hands cupped her ass, pulling her against my hard cock.

Cheyenne swiveled her hips, causing her still clothed cunt to rub across me. My fingers dug into her ass and she moaned into my mouth. I reached up and felt for the zipper I remembered was on the back of this particular outfit. Pulling it down caused her top to fall off her and she stood in my arms naked from the waist up.

I pulled away from her and manhandled her around so that she was facing away from me. Then I pressed her body down over the chair arm so that her ass hung out, waiting for me. With one hand I flipped up her skirt and caressed her butt through the lacy panties. With my other hand I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my own zipper.

Hooking my fingers at the waistband of her panties I yanked them down just far enough to allow me to spread her legs. I moved my hand to her thigh, moving up. When I got to her lips I plunged my fingers into her, feeling how wet she was. Cheyenne moaned again.