Hard Times

"What?" Trevor asked.

"Just do it," Ashley responded with a commanding voice.

When Trevor pulled in and stopped the car Ashley turned to him and said "I have a business proposition that will help me out in more ways than one."

"I'm listening," a puzzled Trevor replied.

"I'm poor and horny, with my husband in the slammer. I don't know any guy around that I would cheat on him with, although he knows that it is impossible that I'm going to remain celibate for two years more; that is no one except for you."

Trevor's jaw dropped.

"How about I give you a fifteen minute massage. You pay me $1,000 for that. If it turns into sex, well we're consenting adults. We may not be compatible and it will be a one-time thing, but if we are you may want more $1,000 massages."

Within seconds Trevor analyzed the situation in his mind. He had a sixty year old wife who had not aged well who except for rare circumstances denied him sex; he was as horny as he ever had been in his life; he thought Ashley was the sexiest woman he had ever seen in real life and he loved her personality; he wanted to help Ashley out of her dire financial situation and had already told himself that he would do anything to help her out; and he had more money than he could possibly use in ten lifetimes.

"Is today too soon to start?" he breathlessly asked, almost drooling.

"Go get us a room," was Ashley's reply.

When Trevor closed the door behind them as they entered their room he was in attack mode. Ashley stopped him -- pushing firmly on his chest. "This is not money for sex. You're going to pay me $1,000 for a fifteen minute massage, right? Then you may or may not get lucky!"

"I understand," Trevor panted, removing his short sleeve shirt and then flopping on the bed.

Ashley took off her jeans, top and shoes so that she was only in a skimpy bra and panties almost causing Trevor's zipper to burst, then straddled him on the bed and started massaging his neck and back. Even though Ashley's body and hands on his skin felt fantastic it was the least relaxing massage Trevor had ever had by a light year. He kept on asking "Is fifteen minutes up yet, is it up yet?"

"You sound just like a little kid saying 'are we there yet,'" Ashley giggled. "I'll tell you when it's up, just relax."

Even though the time passed excruciatingly slowly the fifteen minutes were finally up. "Ok, MISTER Bridges," Ashley chirped, loudly emphasizing the "Mister," "let me give you an invoice." With that she hopped off the bed avoiding Trevor's attempt to grab her, went over to the motel room desk and wrote on a piece of paper there: "Back massage, $1,000," then handed it to Trevor.

"How and when can I expect payment?" she asked with a fake sneer.

"Cash, Wednesday," Trevor uttered getting up off the bed to take Ashley into his arms.

"How do I know that I can trust you?" she said with a sly grin, pushing the "invoice" into his front pants pocket with one hand as she undid his belt with the other.

"How about I make a sperm deposit as collateral," Trevor asked as he deeply kissed her while she continued to undo his pants.

"If you're going to fuck me you're going to eat me first, and since I've been out and about all day I need to shower first," Ashley said as she broke away from Trevor's kiss at the same time that his pants and boxers fell to the floor.

"Not a chance, I'm way too horny to wait," Trevor cackled as he lifted a giggling Ashley up onto the bed, in one swift pull removed her panties, and dove into her pussy. Ashley's objections shortly turned into moans and "oh yeses" as Trevor squeezed both of her pussy lips and flicked her clitoris mercilessly with his tongue. Ashley started to massage her own tits only to be flustered by the fact that her bra was still on so she sat up without interrupting the assault on her pussy and removed it.

Trevor wanted to make sure that Ashley would never forget this encounter so while continuing to tongue and suck her clit and finger her labia with one hand, he inserted a finger of the other hand into her pussy, found a G-spot, and started vigorously stroking it. He was pleased with himself when Ashley had a first massive orgasm, but he fingered and sucked right through it despite her screams and pulling of his hair. When he brought her to her second, even more massive, orgasm he was extremely pleased with himself but again didn't let up. When she screamed at the start of her third massive orgasm, but then almost went limp while she moaned incoherently, he had achieved his objective and now it was time for some relief for his throbbing cock.

While Ashley was still almost like a wet noodle Trevor turned her onto her hands and knees. He couldn't believe how erotic her leaking pussy, framed by a world class ass and slender muscular thighs, looked -- he almost came from the view alone. Trying to be as gentle as possible, but too excited to succeed, he jammed his tool into her pussy, bent over to grab ahold of her ample tits, and started stroking.

While Trevor loved it hard he didn't know whether Ashley did so at he first took it slowly, nine slow strokes, one hard one, eight slow strokes, two hard ones. By the time he got to the second fast stroke Ashley started moaning "fuck me harder you bastard, fuck, fuck, fuck."

With an invitation like that Trevor let loose. He was shocked that someone who had had a child could be so much tighter than his childless wife Candice, but that encouraged him even more. He pounded, rotated, and squeezed with more passion than at any other time in his life. He didn't last long but he didn't have to because as soon as he started grunting and unloading a torrent of cum into her perfect cunt she buckled in the throes of her fourth orgasm.

They simultaneous groaned for the longest time, neither wanting to separate, until finally Trevor pulled out exhausted and deflated. They collapsed onto the mattress next to each other and lay face-to-face grinning.

"You're a goddess," Trevor blurted out.

"Were you disappointed?" Ashley teased.

"It's hard to be disappointed with your best fuck ever," Trevor cooed.

"I'd tell you you're a fantastic fuck," Ashley giggled, and as she squeezed his dick helmet continued, "but I don't want you to get a big head -- it's big enough already. But to show my appreciation I'll continue your massage for a while, this time with my mouth."

With that Ashley scooted down to Trevor's crotch and took his half-hard dick into her mouth and tongued it from helmet to root, cleaning it completely while manipulating his testicles. Trevor simply groaned appreciation while stroking as much tit as he could reach.

When Ashley finished with a smile Trevor started sucking a nipple with alacrity, making it Ashley's turn to lay there and groan.

By the time that they were both sated they had been at it for more than an hour after Ashley's massage.

As they were both joyously getting dressed and Ashley was zipping up her jeans she stopped for a moment, went into Trevor's arms, stared intensely into his eyes and coyly asked "Did you get your money's worth?"

"No way that was worth $1,000," Trevor deadpanned, then after getting a poke in the ribs continued "it was worth $10,000,000."

"Well you can pay me that Wednesday," she snickered. "And speaking of Wednesday, are you ready for another round then -- but you have to find the place."

"Nothing could stop me from another encounter," Trevor shot back as he grabbed her again and zealously kissed her.

There banter on the trip from the motel to the Center parking lot was light, cheerful, and filled with sexual innuendo. They kissed at the last stoplight before the Center since they obviously didn't want anyone else to know that their relationship had escalated. As Ashley was getting ready to exit the car Trevor handed her $145 with an explanation. "I don't have the cash for the massage on me, that will come Wednesday, but the $45 is for the extra daycare and the $100 to take Melanie out this weekend for a special treat."

Ashley seemed somewhat choked up by the gesture but then regained her composure and said "Thanks. That's sweet. I can't wait for Wednesday."

Trevor was so giddy the entire weekend his golfing buddies asked "Why the big shit eating grin."

"Life is good," was his only retort.

When Candice asked "Why are you so giddy," his devilish reply was "Because we're going to fuck this weekend," eliciting a bemused "Dream on," from his surly wife.

Actually the only reason Trevor was at all interested in sex with Candice was so that he could picture Ashley's goddess body while pounding Candice's pussy, a stretch to be sure but not as big a stretch as his hand was.

Trevor and Ashley immediately began encounters on both Wednesday and Friday after work. Trevor's sex life went from sub-poor to impossibly outrageously phenomenal. Ashley was a sex queen, fucking in every position he had ever imagined, and then some, willing to do anything to please, and continuously upbeat in every encounter, whether for sex or the mundane. Unless she was the best actress in the world she was enjoying it almost as much as he was. There could be no doubt that her orgasms were real, no one could fake those spasms of delight.

Trevor was also pleased that Ashley never asked for her money. Trevor would just slip it into her purse as they were getting dressed or she was drying off after a co-ed shower. After every Friday encounter he would give her a toy, piece of costume jewelry or an article of clothing for Melanie.

"Trevor, you're going to spoil her, you can't do that with kids," Melanie chided after about the tenth gift.

"Hey, I never had any kids of my own to spoil -- Candice never wanted any -- so let me spoil her. By the way, when do I get to meet her."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea with her father in jail, and with you such a friendly positive role model. She might bond with you," Ashley replied with concern on her face.

"I promise not to steal her from your husband," Trevor replied.

"We'll see," Ashley responded, "but regardless thanks for being so considerate," she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a big hug.

The next Friday after Trevor fucked Ashley's ass with two fingers as she rode him reverse cowgirl and then he gave her three oral orgasms Ashley was pretty close to comatose. Before showering with her to wake her up Trevor reached into his suit jacket pocket, hanging next to the bed, and pulled out three tickets.

Holding the tickets near Ashley's half-closed eyes Trevor cackled "The circus is coming to town. What little girl -- or big girl for that matter -- doesn't want to go to the circus. I've got three tickets for Sunday at one p.m. What do you say, huh, huh, huh," Trevor continued, tickling Ashley.

"Stop, stop, okay, anything as long as you stop tickling me," she giggled.

"I'll pick you up at noon," Trevor said excitedly.

"No," Ashley moaned, "we'll meet you at the Center's parking lot."

When Trevor met Melanie he was a little surprised that she had blond hair and blue eyes, but she was as cute as Ashley was beautiful, and very excited. As Ashley predicted she bonded with Trevor almost immediately, and he doted on her, carrying around and buying her anything she asked for despite occasional protests from Ashley.

Trevor was thrilled at how precocious Melanie was. However, he was puzzled by some of her expressions and the fact that she called Ashley "Li" instead of "Mom." He was humored by her willingness to share everything with both him and "Li," and her references to him as "UT," which Ashley explained was who she told him all the presents she brought home were from, short for "Uncle Trevor."

After a full afternoon of excitement Melanie was dead weight when Trevor carried her back to the car. Holding onto Trevor's arm Ashley looked up at him and mused "So who's your real girlfriend, me or Melanie?" then caught herself, "actually I'm surely not, just your fuck buddy."

Trevor stopped cold, kissed Ashley on her forehead and said "While sex with you is beyond incredible you are so very much more than my fuck buddy."

Ashley blushed.

After Trevor put the limp Melanie in her car seat, with no one around to observe her, stroking Trevor's crotch Ashley said "Can we please have a quickie in the back of your car -- no massage so no exchange of money."

"I don't think that I can fit, Ashley, I barely fit in the front seat."

"Leave that to me," Ashley snickered. She opened the passenger door of Trevor's car, moved the passenger's front seat all the way up, opened the rear door, and pulled her shorts and panties off and put them in the front seat. Then she hauled the wide-eyed Trevor next to the back seat, undid his shorts and boxers so that they dropped to his ankles then pushed him into the car.

With Trevor seated and Ashley standing, but bent over, next to him with the open car doors hopefully blocking the view of anyone who might happen into the otherwise empty parking lot that late Sunday afternoon, Ashley enthusiastically sucked Trevor's cock until he was rock hard. Then, in a pseudo-gymnastics move she climbed over him and started to lower herself onto him.

"Don't you need any foreplay....Ahhhh," Trevor started to say as she lowered her wet pussy onto his upright cock.

Between kisses Ashley mumbled "Hell no, uhh, sucking your cock --- oh shit -- and looking into your eyes, ....groan... was all the foreplay I -- fuck, fuck -- needed; now, ...ahhh, oh shit... relax and enjoy."

With that Ashley started bouncing on Trevor's lap like on a trampoline while she passionately kissed him and he massaged her abundant mammary glands through her shirt. He didn't last long, shortly spewing a full load into her still bouncing pussy. Once his tank was empty she gave him one last kiss, then pushed herself off him groaning.

Though spent Trevor reached his hand out to her and said "That was phenomenal -- but you didn't climax; what can I do for you."

Ashley smiled, gave him one more kiss as she put her panties and shorts on over her cum-coated thighs, and said "That was about you, not me, for being so wonderful. Now pull your pants back up before someone sees your glistening cock!"

Trevor drove home happy, stunned, confused, and bewildered. He was badly in need of getting his libido, emotions, and rational mind in sync.

Trevor went into the Center for a few hours Monday to finish up a project that he didn't finish Friday because he was distracted by his upcoming fuck with Ashley and how she would react to the circus tickets. After an hour or so the Assistant Director, Tom DuBose, came up to him.

"Say, Trevor, you know Ashley pretty well don't you."

"Sure, we work together all the time," Trevor replied slightly apprehensively.

"Has she moved recently?"

"Not that I know of, though I've never been to her apartment. Why?"

"Well I tried to send her something in the mail and it came back 'Address unknown.'"

"Have you sent her checks to that address, or tax forms?"

"No, her checks are direct deposited and she specifically asked me to pick up her W-2 form at work at the end of last year rather than having it mailed."

"Well maybe there is some problem with the Post Office in her area, Tom; give me the letter and I'll run by the address to see."

"Thanks Trevor," Tom replied handing him the addressed envelope, "let me know what you find out."

Trevor quickly finished his project and then immediately got into his car. He punched the address into his GPS, but it didn't seem to register and suggested alternative addresses. He knew approximately where the street was and drove to that neighborhood.

After forty five minutes of searching the entire area around the address on the envelope, as well as the alternative ones suggested by his GPS, Trevor concluded that there was no such place as the address Ashley had given the Center -- nothing close.

Monday night and Tuesday morning Trevor could think of little else but inconsistences in what he knew about Ashley. He was so distracted that he didn't even bother to ask Candice where she was when she showed up after the butler had already served dinner with her normally pristine hair askew, although she apparently felt obligated to volunteer that she had the top down on her Gallardo 570-4 Spyder Lamborghini.

What puzzled Trevor the most was the way Melanie interacted with Ashley, other things that Ashley had told him that seemed improbable if not entirely unbelievable, how the story of how she came to work at the Center conflicted with what the Director had told him a few weeks before, and now the non-existent apartment.

What he also had to admit to himself was that he didn't just find sex with Ashley off-the-charts fantastic but that he had fallen in love with her. Whenever he heard her voice, whenever she touched his hand or shoulder, whenever he heard the distinctive rap of her heels on the ground, butterflies flew in his stomach. Then there was the phenomenal impromptu fuck in the parking lot on Sunday!

Trevor went to the local jewelry store, bought a broach, then brought the broach to the head of the engineering department of one of the companies he still owned.

As Trevor walked in everyone in the entire department said a "hello," and he responded in kind. As he walked into the head engineer's office John Marley, the Head Engineer, was on the phone but immediately told the person on the other end "Something important has come up, can I call you back in about an hour? Thanks."

"Hi, Mr. Bridges, what brings you here?"

"John you needn't have hung up, I could have waited outside."

"No problem, Mr. Bridges, just a supplier that I was discussing a problem with. How can I help?"

"John, I need you to have a special device made up, hopefully by tomorrow before two p.m. See this broach," Trevor said handing his recent purchase to John, "I need some sort of a locator and a wireless microphone put in it. Then I need to be able to hear what is said into the microphone with a receiver within one hundred yards of the device."

"From how far away does the locator signal have to be receivable?" John asked while turning the broach over in his hands.

"A mile would be best, but half a mile would work."

"I don't see a problem -- nice broach by the way. When do you need it?"

"Can I come in before ten tomorrow morning and have a tech describe the operation to me so that I can use it tomorrow afternoon?"

"Can you come in 9:30 tomorrow? It should be done by then."

"Thanks, John, see you then."

After picking up the broach and receiving instruction on its use Trevor got to the Center a little later than usual on Wednesday morning. He wanted to act as normally as possible around Ashley. He succeeded at least with respect to the butterflies when the most beautiful receptionist in the world greeted him with a cheery smile and a flirtatious "Nice that you could make it, Trevor -- you've got to stop getting drunk Tuesday nights."

"Hi Ashley -- I was saving the world this morning and it took a little longer than usual so get off my case will you," Trevor laughed, squeezed one of her hands, and then walked back to his shared office chirping over his shoulder "If Captain America comes to see me send him right back."

"Will do, Flash," Ashley giggled.

When Trevor and Ashley met for their normal Wednesday fuck session that afternoon, as Ashley was slowly taking Trevor's clothes off while kissing each newly exposed piece of skin she had a surprise for him.

"Trevor, you've given me plenty of money, enough to change my life style and provide for Melanie. Therefore there will be no more massages, so no more payments. In fact I don't want the money for the extra day care time anymore. I just want to fuck and add a session on Sunday if we can."