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Rich old man and my wifeby aceRICH OLD MAN AND MY WIFEThe first time I met him was at a staff party; everyone waspretty shocked when he turned up, he was a billionaire media mogul after all,and we were just a small newspaper he’d obtained when he bought a bigger outfitin Chicago thatowned us.But there he was, in the flesh, right in our grimy littleoffice.He spent most of the evening talking to my wife.Now Joyce was never a woman who stopped traffic, she wasn’tin the same league as the models he was normally associated with, or thesupermodel he’d recently married. My wife was [and still is] a beautiful woman,but it’s her personality and intelligence that sets her apart.”What were you talking to him about last night?” I asked herthe following evening, the first time we had time to talk.”Lots of things. He’s such a nice man, Rick; and sointeresting.””Did he say anything about the future of the paper?””Not really. He asked me a lot of questions though.””What kind of questions?””About the staff mainly, but he was really nice.””You said that.””I told him about your ideas to help the circulation. Ithink he liked them.”We were still talking about him when there was a knock onthe apartment door. I opened it to find Him standing there; Him, our new owner,my boss, the billionaire entrepreneur, alone at my very humble door!He offered me his hand; “Rick isn’t it?” he asked.”I… yes.” I said, stunned.He shook my hand and entered. I wondered how he’d gottenthrough the downstairs door without getting buzzed in; I never did find out.The big man looked around our small place, until his eyessettled on Joyce, who seemed fairly flustered.”I wanted to talk to you in private.” He said, “Mind if Isit down?””Of course not, please…” I stammered, still not believingHe was here. “Can I get you anything? Wine, juice?””A glass of wine would be nice.” He said, seating himself onour sofa. “Sit with me, dear.” He said to my wife, patting the cushion next tohimself, “I enjoyed our conversation last night.”I poured us each a glass of wine, feeling confused andthreatened, yet helpless.”I came by the newspaper last night to announce my intentionto shut it down.” The big man said, putting his arm around Joyce’s shoulders; shejust looked straight ahead into empty space, her eyes big and round, like ana****l on a lonely country road shocked by the headlights of an unexpectedtruck.”I’m sure you know that the losses it runs are significant.”He continued, “But then I started talking to Joyce here, about all the peopleinvolved. You all seem so nice; well, what’s the point of all my power andwealth if I can’t give a second chance every now and then.”I struggled to come up with some words; I’m a writer, not aspeaker. “But sir, I’m just a junior editor. Why have you come to me?”His powerful hand clamped my wife’s bare shoulder; she waswearing a simple strapped smock. Joyce just stared at me in shock, as ifseeking some direction from me; but I had none to give her.”Because of your wife, Rick. I’m very impressed with her; a PhDin mathematics is really an achievement. Now she’s told me of your energy andideas. I like the idea of throwing a new man into the ring, giving someone achance to make a difference. Perhaps you can turn the paper around, perhaps youcan preserve all those jobs and the families that depend on them. The positionpays well, so Joyce could stay home and work on her theorems. Would you likethat?”My throat was dry; was this a joke? “Yes; yes sir I would.””Excellent. I like to do something really good every now andthen; I also like to do something bad on occasion. Sometimes, I do both simultaneously.”And with that, he shifted his hand to the back of Joyce’shead, and twisted her face around towards him. He wrapped his other hand aroundher neck for good measure, and he kissed her, he kissed my lovely young wife onher mouth. Her eyes bulged in shock, but she let him kiss her, makingabsolutely no effort to stop him. How could she, after what he’d just said?I stared in helpless shock; what should I do? A hundredjobs, our local paper, my future, or my wife? He was a hundred times the man Iwas, and we all knew it. A million dollars was pocket change to him, thebusiness I worked for was just a nuisance.”Now here’s how this would work.” he said, breaking thekiss, and running his hand behind Joyce’s back. “You’ll do an article about me,you’ll accompany me around for a few weeks. It will be mainly complimentary,with just enough criticism to make it seem balanced.”He brought his hands to my wife’s thin pale shoulders andpulled the straps of her smock down before I realized he had just unzipped herdress; her small firm breasts stood proud, the pink nipples erect in the coldair of the room. Her face was blank with confusion, and I guess mine wasprobably pretty much the same.”Your publishing director is retiring in a month anyway.I’ll promote you to the post, everyone will say it was because of the article,no one will ever guess the truth.””And what is the truth?” I asked.He turned to me for a moment and smiled, before tugging herdress right out from under my astonished wife and threading it over her longthin legs.”I think you know the answer to that, Rick. Let’s notdiscuss the specifics, all right?”I looked at Joyce, and she looked back at me, her big innocenteyes begging for an answer to this conundrum; how could we agree? Yet how couldwe refuse?In the next few seconds, his shoes and trousers were off, hepulled my wife’s panties off, her milky pale legs were splayed out, and rightbefore my bulging eyes, he was holding a large and stiff old penis against hergroin.”Relax my dear.” He coaxed her persuasively, “Just relax andlean back.””But I couldn’t!” she objected feebly.”Of course you can, my dear.” He answered her, the fullforce of his considerable personality focused on her. I was simply ignored, asif I was no longer there.My tongue was swollen and parched, my limbs had gone weak;what kind of a man were we dealing with? who could do such a thing and expectto get away with it?He could.Joyce is a delicate creature, with thin limbs and longslightly wavy orange hair. Her complexion was smooth as a baby’s; at 24, shewas still asked for ID when we went to clubs. Her slim fine youth was in starkcontrast to his large grey middle-aged bulk. Her innocent beauty was theopposite of his corrupted desire.He lifted her long legs in either arm, opening her andpushing her slightly back. She stared up at him silently, as helpless and stunnedas I was.I felt a weird numbness, like when I’d had a bad caraccident once. I had not yet acknowledged what was happening, that an overwhelmingforce had suddenly crashed into our lives, and was now taking my wife rightbefore my eyes.On his knees on our carpet, the powerful man maneuvered hisstiff rod to Joyce’s spread pink snatch. She stared at him silently, her mouthhanging open, the tension of this weird moment painted across her face.His penis rested on her for a moment, then he pushed hiships forward, and the tip entered her; before my eyes, my young wife was beingdefiled by the billionaire.”This is wonderful!” the media mogul exclaimed as he workedhis bottom tighter into the valleyof Joyce’s smooth spreadthighs. She looked at me for a moment, her clear eyes impossible to read, thenlooked away.”There’s just no feeling like this in the world; totaldomination, complete power, to take a young wife while her helpless husbandwatches.” He said, sliding his big stiff member right into her. I realized thatthere must be some lubrication coming from one of them.”I have thirty-fivethousand employees, I have dinners with world leaders, but this is true power. Howold are you, Rick?””Thirty five.””And have you ever watched your lovely wife with another manbefore?””No.””Well that’s good. It was once normal for a chieftain or aking to have his way with whichever woman he desired, but things have changed.”He was not obese, but he was fairly overweight. I knew hewas past sixty, he’d had several wives, several c***dren, and somegrandc***dren. His big ass moved up and down, driving his big cock into Joyce’sbody as he spoke.”This is something primal, Rick.” He continued, “I’m alphamale right now, I’m having your woman and you’ve chosen not to oppose me. Asyou watch, you will probably feel aroused; this is nothing to be ashamed of.Your instinct is to have her as soon as I’m through, so that your sperm willhave an at least equal chance.”My wife was sprawled on the sofa below him, one leg trailingon the floor and the other thrown over his pudgy thighs; she stared into hiseyes with a strange expression, as if unsure what she felt herself. As if shewas ashamed of her own feelings, her unspoken consent to his desire and myutter humiliation.”The thing you should know is that your wife is more thanwilling, Rick.” He said as he thrust himself into her, “She was flirting withme for hours yesterday. You have to realize what I represent, I’m the adapazarı escort ultimatesuccessful male. She’s flattered that I should choose her, that a man like mewould compromise myself this way for her. Yes, I’m old and not in perfectphysical condition, but I’m top dog.”He loomed above her, his hands on her slim hips; her kneefell to the horizontal, and I could see right between them, I could see hersweet pink snatch and the stiff old cock slipping easily in and out of it. Shelooked so sweet and young below him, so fine, like a c***d. It was too horribleto watch, too fascinating to look away from.He stopped for a moment, and taking her head in his hands,kissed her tenderly for a minute before resuming.”You’re a lovely woman, Joyce, but what really gets me isyour intelligence. The idea of mating with a really brainy woman is totallyappealing to me. Tell me, do you love Rick?”He stopped fucking her while he awaited her answer.Joyce spoke for the first time since this madness had begun,several minutes and an eternity before; “Yes… yes I do.””Excellent! And you Rick, do you love her as well?””Of course.” I said, my voice sounding weirdly normal.My employer started up again, banging my wife hard at theend of each stroke, so her body shuddered at each impact.”You love her even at this moment, as you watch me defileher, as she succumbs to me?””Yes!””Say it again, tell her. Go on, tell her!””I love you, Joyce.” I said, as my eyes began to run and myvoice choked.Her hands gripped his wide shoulders, her skinny legswrapped around his middle, and her breath came in short sharp gasps; her long orangehair fell over the edge of the sofa onto the floor, her green eyes stared atthe face of the old billionaire she was coupled with; he fucked her hard, hisbig body dominating her totally.My wife came, groaning with the intensity of the sensation;the conflict, the outrage, the pleasure, the passion. He groaned as well, and holding her tightly,ejaculated deep inside her.”Fantastic.” He said after a minute’s quiet. He kissed mywife again and sat up, his cock pulling out of her. “There’s nothing in theworld that can top that, and believe me, if there was I’d know about it.” Hesaid.Joyce lifted her leg over him and got to her feet. Shelooked at me with tears brimming in her eyes, and silently went into thebedroom.”Ok, Rick, here’s the deal.” He said, making no move todress himself.”You, and your wife of course, will spend a few weekstraveling around with me and my entourage while you write your piece on the newowner of your paper. Is she on the pill?””She has an IUD.””All right. That will have to come out as soon as possible.You can catch up with me in a few weeks.””Wait a minute! You want to make my wife pregnant!””Of course, Rick. Why do you think I find her so attractive?I want fit c***dren, smart c***dren.”As a wealthy man, I want to diversify my assets. As afather, I want the same thing. I don’t have the time to raise and love all thec***dren I’d like to have; so this is the deal. I place my c***d in your house.No one will know, you will bring him or her up as your own. That’s it, that’s all.I know, you know, Joyce knows, no one else. I keep your paper open, you’re incharge, good salary, respect. Joyce doesn’t have to get that job in the city topay her student loan, she can stay home with her computer and our c***d,thinking deep thoughts, perhaps solving a theorem or two, while being a mother.”I stared at him; even after what had just happened, this wasway too far.”Forget it! No way. I know you’re a big guy, but we have ourpride too! We’ll get by somehow.””Rick.” Joyce spoke from the bedroom door. “We should doit.””What? Are you crazy?””I want to do it, it’s a good arrangement.”She was now wearing a short robe; her hair was disheveled,her feet were bare, but her green eyes were clear.Janet was a stunning woman, and the big man’s PA. She wasabout 5’9″, six feet in her heels. Her complexion was perfect and pale, hereyes clear and blue, her hair very blond. Joyce seemed almost dull next toJanet; although the PA was dressed for business in a dark skirt and whiteblouse, she reeked of an efficient glamour. She took my wife away to agynecologist for a complete checkup and to have her birth control removed.We heard nothing from the man himself, but after anothercouple of weeks, Janet turned up again, and took us and our luggage in a limoto the airport. We boarded a private jet, and were flown to New York. Another Limo took us to theWaldorf Astoria hotel, where we were booked into a suite.That night, the mating of my wife and the affluent man whohad bought us began for real.Janet came by our suite first. She brought some things forJoyce to wear; black pumps and stockings, a pair of diamond ear studs, a bottleof perfume. She helped my wife get ready, fixing her hair and telling her whata wonderful man our employer was. I wondered why he didn’t breed with Janetinstead; she seemed pretty suitable. But then of course for all I knew, he had.He let himself into our suite with his own key. He shookhands with me first.”Good to see you again Rick, how are you?” he said affably.”Janet. Ah, Joyce; I’ve been thinking of little else for these last few weeks,how are you feeling?”He took both her hands and looked down at her in apparent concern.”I’m fine, thanks.” She said. She was wearing a short silkrobe over her nakedness, but the sexy nylons and shoes were very much inevidence.”Excellent.” He said, “Let’s go into the bedroom. You too,Rick. I want you to be there.””Why?” I asked despairingly; the reality was bad enoughwithout having to actually witness it.”Because it’s more fun that way.” He said with a laugh,leading my wife through the door.”Sit there and watch.” He instructed, waving at a chairopposite the bed. I sat down as he gently removed the robe from Joyce’sshoulders, as they tentatively kissed each other.She was small in his arms; tiny and young, vulnerable. Wewere just ordinary people, we stood no chance against his charisma, hisconfidence, his awesome wealth. He’d pressed us into a corner; we could savethe paper, the jobs of all our friends, we could jump into the life we wanted.All we had to do was let him impregnate Joyce. Just pretend that his c***d ismine; the c***d would be mine actually, I would be the psychological father.All He wanted was the biological part. And the sex of course.Joyce was on the bed now, and he was lowering his headbetween her thighs. He pushed her knees farther apart, spreading her so widethat I could see his tongue stroke her gleaming pink vaginal lips.Joyce shuddered, clutching at his head, squirming at hisattentions; he didn’t have to pleasure her. He could have just done the deedand gotten back to his very busy schedule, but he clearly intended to take histime.”I adore the taste of woman, don’t you?” he said to me.”I like the taste of my woman.” I answered.”The way Joyce wraps her thigh around my neck is sweet too.”He said, reaching behind himself to stroke her foot as he licked her some more.”There’s just one problem.” He said, looking up from histask again; “The smell on your mouth can be offensive to some women. My wifewon’t kiss me after I’ve been in her box. Take over for me, Rick, while I rinsemy mouth.””Take over?””Come on, man! She’s your wife after all, keep her warm fora minute.”He gestured at her orange framed hole, the entrance of herwomb, soon to be filled with his seed.Her pale thighs were spread wide in invitation; against mybetter judgment, I stepped to the bed and lowered my head to my wife’s waitingclit. I didn’t have the gumption to disobey him, even here in the privacy ofthe suite.She moaned, clamping my head between her legs. I pushed mytongue into her, tasting her sweetness while I still could.After a minute, I wondered what had become of the other man;I looked up to see that he was back already. He was kissing Joyce on her mouthas I did her lower parts. There seemed to be something wrong with that, so Ipulled away, back to my chair.He rolled into the gap I’d left, filling the vacuum betweenher thighs with his bulk; I saw her reach down to guide him into herself.”Ah, that feels good.” He said to her with a smile, “How isit for you, my dear?””Wonderful.” Shesaid, “It’s really nice.””And you Rick, are you alright over there?” he asked considerately,”Why don’t you pull it out and please yourself while you watch?”It did feel good to have my cock in my hand, to strokemyself while they did it together. It was a humiliation of course, but ithardly mattered; there was no lower to go, so I figured I might as well take mysmall pleasure.He wasn’t very talkative this time, which was a reliefreally. He just held my lovely wife tenderly as he screwed her energetically,his big barrel of a body moving above her, pushing his big stiff cock in andout of her, readying her to receive his sperm.Joyce began to come; he pumped her harder. She began towhimper, clutching him tightly; escort adapazarı he stiffened, she cried out, he held her tightand grunted in satisfaction as he filled her waiting tubes with his premiumsperm.I held my stiff dick as they finished; he turned and lookedat me. “Joyce darling, would you like to take Rick in your mouth? He’s lookinga bit left out.”She looked at me sadly, her big clear eyes regarding mylonely dick. She nodded her assent. I went to the bed, and she sucked me off ashe watched.It was a busy few weeks for me, I had to follow him aroundall the time, staying out of the way and making notes for my article. Everynight, he made love with my wife, and I had to watch.The second week though, he asked Janet to come into theroom.”Yes sir?” she asked.”Janet, would you please give Rick a blow job? Watching hiswife and I has been getting him a touch frustrated.””Of course.” She said, as though it was just another task. Iguess it was.”Janet loves cock.” He explained. “You don’t mind, do youJoyce?””No, it’s a good idea.” She said. “Then I won’t have to feelsorry for Rick anymore.”The stunning Janet dropped to her knees in front of me, andtook my cock into her mouth; it was incredibly friendly, so warm and wet. Shesucked me gently, stroking my balls as I watched the couple on the bed.She was very beautiful, in a very different way to Joyce;she used cosmetics skillfully, her lips were ruby red, her lashes teased out,eye shadow accentuated her face, her thick blond hair was done twice a week,never a split end on Janet.I came in her throat, and she milked every drop from mebefore she was through, pulling at my cock and balls for more.After that, she would sit with me each evening, and we’dmake out as we watched. Janet loved two things, kissing and giving head. Sheliked me to strip down, but she never took her own clothes off. She’d feel meup, playing with my cock as we shared some tongue; then always sucking me off,swallowing it all down.She was an extremely proficient woman.At last, our strange time with the superrich was over; wereturned to our town, our life, our friends.And Joyce was pregnant.We didn’t see him for about five years. Administrationpeople would come from headquarters to check up on the paper, he didn’t wastehis time with such trivia.Joyce and I never discussed those weeks, the dark secret ofour success as well as the conception of our first c***d. We just got on withour lives, and I loved our first baby as much as our second, which came along acouple of years later.Then one evening there was a knock on the door; it was him.He shook my hand and kissed my wife; with some passion, too.How are you, Joyce?” he asked, looking into her eyes.”Very well, thank you.” She said, her eyes shinning up athim.He strode into our house and our lives; he was too big, toopowerful for us to change his set course, and we all knew it.”So, I see a lovely house now, a happy family… twoc***dren, mother, father. Very nice. How are you two getting along? Has yourrelationship held up well?””I’d say so.” I said, following after him as he lookedthrough our ground floor.”Me too.” Joyce said. “I love being a housewife and takingcare of my c***dren. I have enough free time to do some nice math as well. I’vehad a couple of papers published, one of them has picked up a lot ofcitations.”He sat in our living room and we talked for some hours, hesmiled at the baby photos andplayed with the c***d he’d fathered. It was strange to seehim this way; he wasn’t an omnipotent financier, he was just an old man, afather who had never known his own c***d.As little Amy fell asleep in his arms, he got to business.”Rick, I know you’ve been trying hard, but your paper stilllost three million dollars last year.”We discussed the details for a while; they aren’t importantto this story.”I can’t justify keeping you afloat much longer.” He said,”It’s a bit hard to explain to the board.””So you’re going to shut us down?” I asked, deflated. “Justwhen I’ve got sales on the rise?””Well, I could give you another five years to get it intothe black. If…””Yes?”He looked at me piercingly, then shifted his gaze to Joyce.”Amy is a wonderful c***d.” He said, “I’ve listed her on ascholarship trust fund I started a while back. If she gets accepted to one ofthe top ten universities, tuition is covered.””That’s good to know.” I said.”Another five years.” He said again; “In return, I wantanother c***d with Joyce.”I looked at my wife; she just stared at me wide eyed. Thatsame blank poker faced look I’d seen the first time he proposed his littledeal, that look that meant nothing, but really meant everything.”I’ll just step into the other room and make a call whileyou two discuss it.” He said, easing our sleeping c***d onto the sofa as hestood up.”What should we do?” I asked.”Have another baby.” She answered. “We sort of wanted oneanyway, so why not?””But I wanted it to be my baby.””It will be your baby. Isn’t Amy your baby? Don’t you loveher as much as Sam?””Yes, of course I do.””So what’s the problem then? You aren’t uptight about thesex are you?””I was never really comfortable with that.””Well you’d better get used to the idea then.”What else could we do? If I lost my job, we’d have to sellour house and move to the city. And of course, nearly everyone we knew wasemployed at the paper. It was more than a job, it was a community.We had a responsibility to do what we could; all my wife hadto do was let him fuck her a few times, and weCould keep everything floating along.He came back to the living room, and we told him ourdecision.”Do you know when you’ll be menstruating?” he asked her.”In a week or so.” She answered.He stood, took Joyce’s hand, and kissed it gallantly. “I’llbe counting the hours.” He said.She stepped closer to him; she reached up and put her armsaround his neck, he put his hands on her narrow hips. They kissed, lips andtongues, bodies held close, their passion for each other nearly palpable. Theirpassion had an odd simplicity; it was sexual in the purest sense. They didn’twant to live together or know more about each other, they just wanted to havesex to make a baby. They wanted to mate, each respecting the reproductivefitness of the other.”You’re welcome to stay.” She told him.He hesitated; “I should get back to town. I have a planewaiting.””Let it wait.” She suggested.In response, he lifted her off of her feet, he kissed heragain, deeper, harder. He lifted her teeshirt from her, he began to fumble withher bra.”You have big breasts now.” He observed.”Suck them.” She whispered, ignoring my presence in the room.The old man held her, his big hands under her ass, her legswrapped around his waist and she arched backwards as he lowered his face to herpale breast. He sucked one nipple, then the other; she laughed in glee,clamping herself to him.”Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.”Upstairs.” She told him.He set her down, and they started up the stairs, holdinghands. Joyce stopped for a moment, turning to look back at me; I was juststanding there in our living room, waiting for feeling to return to my legs.”Put Amy to bed and then come join us.” she said with agrin, as if it was all about nothing.By the time I got to the bedroom, my wife and her wealthylover were undressed, legs entwined, kissing on our bed.The years and two c***dren had left their mark on Joyce’syoung body; she was now 29 years old, with a more generous rear and largerbreasts about the size of small g****fruits. They hung slightly, but were fullwith enormous nipples. Her hair was as ever, that angelic orange. Her skin wasstill smooth and pale, and her belly was fairly flat, the stretch marks theproud trophies of her c***dbearing.Her lover, on the other hand, was definitely looking theworse for wear; his age had caught up with him now. His hair was very thin, andwhite. His belly had grown significantly, and he had bags under his tired eyesthat weren’t there before.I watched them for a minute, standing alone in the doorway.I could understand she wanted him as a sire for our baby; he was a self made billionaire,he’d been born in utter poverty. He was still essentially fit at sixty eightyears old; what man could be better breeding material? But I didn’t understandwhy she was so into having sex with him. He just wasn’t very attractive physically.He pushed her onto her back, then spread her knees so thather soft middle was open and vulnerable.”Look at her, Rick; her long red hair, her smooth skin, herbig breasts. She’s a perfect mother, nurturing and loving. She does higher mathjust for fun, yet she likes to keep your house and care for our k**s.”His big hand stroked over her naked body.”Just now, she told me that she’s never been with anotherman since she met you, except me of course. Do you love her as much as shedeserves, Rick?”I looked at her, shivering at his touch, waiting to matewith him, eager for his old dick to slide into her pale frame. She had hisorgan in adapazarı escort bayan her hand, she was pulling on it gently but emphatically.”Yes.””Does it hurt you to see me make love with her?””Of course.”He smiled; “But you’ve had her all to yourself for all theseyears. Surely you don’t mind sharing her a couple of times with yourbenefactor.”He lifted his bulk over her, he kissed her, his knee pushingagainst her groin.He rolled back again, and stroked her open crotch. “Do yougive her head when you make love?” he asked.”Sure.” I said.”Show me. Come on, man, pleasure your lovely wife. You oweher everything you have, don’t you? So then. Put your face between her thighs.”Joyce looked at me expectantly; she looked so edible, sotender, so tasty.He was right, of course. Although I was the boss at thepaper now, the editor in chief, a respected man in our little town, it was allfake. My position was entirely due to Joyce and Him, my true job was cuckold,playing father to another man’s c***d. That was what I was really paid to do.I crawled onto the bed and did as he told me.As I licked her, they kissed; after a while, they twistedaround, and she sucked his cock as I licked her clit.”Move aside, Rick.” He said at last. “I’m going to have sexwith your wife now. Sit back and watch, watch closely; see how much she likesit.”As he spoke, he took my place between her legs. He held hispowerful old cock in his hand and pushed it into her wet waiting tunnel. Joycearched her back and pushed back, her younger body sucking the big man’s organinto herself with a happy sigh.I just stepped back and watched in painful humility.We’d been happy the last 5 years. We had fun together, welaughed at each others jokes, we had good sex. But somewhere underneath allthat, this was always present; the knowledge of Him, the awareness that shewould have sex with him anytime he wanted her to, that she would accept hissperm and carry his baby not only for the material gain it brought, but becauseshe wanted to. Because she wanted him, his time, his approval, his attention,and his genetic material. She wanted his kiss, his cock, and my suffering wasincluded in the deal. My humility was part of their foreplay, it turned themboth on as much as the potential for procreation did.He pushed her knee onto the mattress, so I could see wherehis cock was clamped by her wet vaginal lips, and he began to pump her thatway, his bulk rising and falling over her small frame, his billionaire cock rulingher.”One of the things that I find so special about Joyce is theway she sees me; not as an overweight old man, but as a powerful and attractiveman. Am I right Joyce?””Of course! Powerful and sexy.””You want to have my baby, again?””Oh yes!””Now that’s sexy to me. Very Very Sexy!”With each word he spoke, he drove his big cock home foremphasis, bouncing the mother of my c***d, and his, below him.”Are you going to come, my lovely?” He asked her, “Will youcome for your daddy?””Oh yes! I will if you just… if you just… Ahhh…”I sat on the edge of the bed as she climaxed in his arms,pinned below his expensive expansive bulk.He pulled out of her and held his cock to her lips. Sheopened wide and took him into her mouth, sucking happily at his pleasure. Hiscock was perfectly rigid, the shaft quivering in her mouth, on the deliciousedge of climax.”Ah, that’s good.” He said, kneeling over her face, “Do youever have anal sex, Rick?””No.””You should try it, it’s great. What about you, Joyce? Analsex?”She stopped sucking for a moment. “I haven’t done that foryears, since before Rick and I were together.” She said. It was the first I’dheard of it.”Honey, there’s some Vaseline in the medicine cabinet.” Sheadded.I got the jelly and came back into the bedroom, where Joycewas still working the rich man’s cock with her mouth, stroking his big looseballs with her hand.”Don’t just stand there, man! Grease yourself up.” Heinsisted.Joyce lifted herself onto her hands and knees, her kneessplayed out, her rear end open in invitation.Well, I was pretty horny; watching her with him always didthat to me, despite the pain and jealousy that was always there as well. AndJanet wasn’t there this time to administer her efficient blowjob. And I’dalways wanted to try it…Her ass was tight as a fist around my dick as I pushed it intoher. She kept sucking his cock while I reamed her, I fingered her clit at thesame time, and she started to come again.He held her head in his hands, sliding his dick in and outof her mouth. I avoided looking at him, I closed my eyes and reached forwardand around to fondle Joyce’s generous breast. She was shaking and moaning,clenching my cock in spasms of her ass; I came.Soon afterwards, the tycoon squirted into her mouth. My wiferolled over onto the mattress, exhausted.”Get packed Rick.” He said, stepping off the bed, “You’llhave to spend the next week with me.””Why?””So I can be sure that you don’t make Joyce pregnant, but Ido. She has to take care of the k**s, otherwise she could just spend a fewweeks with me like last time. Quick now, my plane is waiting for us.”We flew to NewYork, and then to London, then by helicopter to his estate. Wehad a lot of time to talk; it was a privilege to have that much of his timenearly to myself [he was on the phone a lot, and there was a flunky or twoaround].”Janet doesn’t work for you anymore?” I asked him.”Janet? No. he’s gone back to being Gene now. Has a wife anda c***d on the way.””Gene?””Just an experimental phase he told me. Too bad, he made agreat girl; multitalented one could say.””Do you know what a cuckoo is, Rick?””A stupid person. A type of Swiss clock.””A cuckoo is a large black tropical bird. It lays its egg inthe nest of a crow, among the crow’s eggs. The cuckoo hatches first, eats more,and grows faster than the crow chicks. The parent crows feed it diligently,unaware that they’ve been fooled. Or, if you prefer, cuckolded. Of course, whatI’m doing with you is slightly different, you know you’re nurturing myoffspring.””I love her like my own.””I know that Rick, and I appreciate it.”His wife was a few years older than mine, a few yearsyounger than myself. She seemed surprised that he was home at all.She was a remarkable woman; I’d never been in the presenceof someone so gorgeous. It was very difficult to not simply stare at hercontinuously.She was tall, at least 5’10”. She was thin, yet shapely; shehad long auburn hair and longer legs.Her face was stunning from every angle; every expression wasa new delight, a new vision of beauty. Yet she seemed sad; her life wasn’t avery happy one.We had dinner together, but my boss was gone beforebreakfast the next morning.”Make yourself at home, I’ll be back for you in a few days.We’ll travel back to the states together.” He’d said.I guess I made myself more at home than he might haveintended; I slept with his wife.She was hungry for company, and I had little to do. She toldme all the anguish of her life, and we became intimate.It somehow doesn’t have much to do with my story, except toadd a small touch of poetic justice. She was into appearances, and I was stilla good looking guy; powerless, [relatively] young, and handsome. The oppositeof her husband. I fantasized of making her pregnant, and did my level best;blasting my sperm repeatedly up her middle, as she clamped me between her longshapely legs. It’s a rare privilege to make love with a [former] supermodel, butit was a bit spoiled by fact was that I love my wife.He phoned me from New York;”I’m going to leave you with my wife while I’m with yours.”he announced. “I like you Rick, and I don’t mind. Hell, I’d have divorced heryears ago except it would cost me too much. She isn’t too bright you know, butshe did get one over on me; she’s not fertile.”He laughed, as if that was something really very funny.The tall beautiful woman seemed to loose her allure; weslept together anyway. We chatted, kissed, made love, and enjoyed our artificialrelationship, passing our lonely hours together.Her husband sent hisjet to take me home, after he was sure my wife was pregnant with his c***d. Inever saw either of them again.After his suicide, it was revealed that the whole empire wasbuilt on massive debt.He had plundered the pension funds; my newspaper was closed immediately,and we had little to fall back on.We had to move to the city. I keep the house now, and takecare of the three c***dren. Joyce, with her PhD and published math papers, gota high paying position with an international bank.The only resources that seem to be entirely intact, andcunningly protected from all creditors, was a massive scholarship fund. The beneficiariesare 97 c***dren of varying ages; as well as 26 older k**s that have alreadybeen paid through school. It wasn’t hard for me to discover that all of thesec***dren have a parent who had been promoted to a top position by the big manpersonally, mostly in loss making divisions that just kept making losses untilthe whole corporation went under.They say he was a loser, he was never the success everyonehad thought he was.But I say they’re wrong. Altogether, I believe he fathered noless than 134 c***dren with 75 different women. Isn’t that the true meaning ofSuccess?

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