Chapter 4
Brad Voight stripped down to his birthday suit and assessed himself in his bathroom mirror. He happily found no new signs of aging. Few people realized he'd reached the milestone of forty month ago. Projecting eternal youth, he scrupulously kept secret that date.
His chestnut-brown hair hadn't a single gray strand. No wrinkles-not even the vaguest-marred his youthful complexion. The skin was stretched taut over his face. A thin man, much more so than Tom Griffith, he disguised his age well. Not a spare ounce of fat stuck to his bones. He dressed his six-foot-one frame in impeccably tailored suits that tended to camouflage his lankness. In the buff, there was no hiding it.
Brad was amazed how Tom, six years his senior, managed to keep himself together. He indulged in every known excess, from booze to women, yet did not suffer from the side effects. Brad assumed that would not continue.
Sighing, he strolled to the large, circular sunken tub. Very particular about its temperature, he'd started the water before undressing. By turning the porcelain knob, the jet streams commenced agitating the surface. An hour's soaking was the ultimate therapy.
He hoped to erase a day's worth of frustration. It had been his last at Starbright. No longer would he stride through its doors, prepared to divide and conquer. He left those battles to the young lieutenants in position. No longer would he champion his cause in the hostile atmosphere that had become conventional.
On the desk in his study rested written offers submitted to him, petitioning for his future employment. Brad, at the top of his game, was in an ideal situation. Many companies, seeking his expertise, aggressively pursued him. All were more than happy to meet his steep asking price. Not a detail was skipped: a huge salary, a heavy-duty title, lucrative stock options, a percentage of the profits and complete autonomy.
Brad grinned. They accorded him all the time he required before casting his ballot. The inquisitive calls had begun the day he announced his decision to leave Starbright. The phone nearly jangled off the hook. His competitors felt him out, testing the waters. Some conducted their investigations in a polite manner, others tended to be more assertive.
He stepped into the warm foam, consigning those package deals to the back burner. His farewell party was that night. He intended to partake of its gaiety, regardless of his feelings about some of the people. The subterfuge bored him. He had no stomach for the closed-door conspiracies, the backstabbing and infidelities that became cliche.
Brad shook his head. Not another day of it, he avowed. Starbright was best left to its geeks and predators. Let them bail their hides out of the next fix when they arrogantly marched into it. The clamoring for his spot amused him. None would be prepared for the pure bullshit coming down the pike. His famous skirmishes with Griffith comprised the largest obstacle.
Let his replacement discover that on his or her own.
He groaned after sitting in the water. His knees broke the surface. He draped his thin arms along the ledge and sought peace.
The classical strains of Mozart drifted from the recessed speakers. It lured him into a comfortable mood. He closed his eyes and emptied his mind of the little dramas that had played out that day. He was no longer a part of them. His term of abiding the various nuisances had expired.
Regrouping his thoughts and focusing on his current surroundings, he glimpsed delicious, naked flesh at the door. His wife, Diana, smiled at him. She hadn't a stitch on, either. Steam swirled around her slim, tantalizing body. A stunning brunette, she also belied her true age. Only after a long pause could he pinpoint her exact birth date. A privileged circle was privy to her having turned thirty-eight.
"Want some company?" she asked.
"Certainly."
She joined him in the circular tub. He centered upon those perfect breasts. Brad didn't favor large-breasted women, nor did he like flat-chested. Diana fell in the middle. She had a lean, proportionate body. Prior to entering, she had pinned her dark hair in loose mounds that instilled a richer sexiness.
Brad acknowledged a pleasant tingling in his loins. He couldn't have been a luckier man.
Diana, offering a warm smile, sat closed to her husband. Dipping below the churned surface, she caressed his thigh. He shifted at her sudden voltage. She was glad of his response. Few wives retained that kind of power after fifteen years of marriage. "Rough day?"
He sighed. "Brutal, but over. All outstanding issues now rest in Griffith's hands."
"Good. Let that bastard carry the torch." Brad grinned at her descriptive choice. She had presided over many dinners in which he relayed the interferences of the egomaniacal chairman.
Griffith simply enjoyed running the show, despite the insane wisdom he tried to sell.
Brad peered into her eyes. "You look lovely this evening."
"I won't lie. I worked at it. The effect becomes more difficult to achieve as we get older."
"Bah. You still resemble the woman I married many moons ago."
Diana warmed to his compliment. She expanded her stroking, covering a larger area of his thigh. Her fingertips brushed his pubes and grazed his balls. Slowly, she snuggled a little closer.
Brad's arm slid from the ledge and curved around her. His mouth moved toward hers. Diana offered him her lush lips, then tongue. Her nipples pressed into his firm chest. He swept up and down her back before enclosing her buttocks. His clasp elicited her throaty cry. Although rail-thin, Brad was very strong. The strength of his hand aroused her.
Diana could not resist climbing onto his lap. Swinging a leg over, she straddled him. Their passionate kiss continued. His tongue, taking charge, meticulously explored her. Sliding forward, she ground herself to his cock. Brad had burgeoned to his full seven inches. He sported a gorgeous boner. She shivered from the impression of his pulsing equipment. A hunger rose in her husband, stemming from his heated core.
Diana knew precisely what to do.
Without the slightest hesitation, she lifted herself over the domed head. Their mouths did not detach, nor did his tongue retreat. She detected his animal vibrations when dropping her moist petals over that pronounced bulb. Brad groaned at her initial descent. His dick soared through her wet, pink ribbing. She grabbed him with all her might, then took a little more. Twisting her hips, she moved down his cock. He gasped again, savoring the tension she exerted. His winded response echoed in her throat. When his balls touched her ass, she let out a sigh.
She encased her husband in moist, clinging cunt.
Their lips separated. Diana, leaning back, gripped his thighs. She sat on his taut pouch while smashing herself to his concrete foundation. That hard shaft, jammed in her snatch, felt great.
Brad groaned. All that delectable yanking took its toll on him. "Oh, baby."
In righting herself, reclaimed the section that slipped from her pussy. His cock went straight up her. Diana's eyes glazed over. She could feel his slick movement. The water, spurred by the jets, enhanced the sensation. The whipped foam cleaved to her bulging pussy lips and provided a permeating tingle. "Ohhhh. That's nice."
From her husband's earlier sobriety, she concluded that his final day of employment at Starbright had been fraught with vexation. A conscientious wife, she wished to wipe that slate clean and put a smile on his face.
Lifting and dropping herself, she received his whole cock. It plowed into her middle, agitating her aching loins. Leisurely, she humped him, causing him to huff and puff. She labored, too. Her lips rounded and her teeth closed as that solid mass penetrated her.
Brad's desire escalated when studying his wife's apparent ecstasy. The woman took pleasure from his cock. Observing her panting delight made him even stiffen He grew inside that damp, smothering flesh. Her pussy constricted about him, forgetting not one vein. One couldn't endure her sexual energy unscathed. Her lustiness was contagious.
"Yes, baby," he whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me good."
Diana did that. Her pussy ravenously swallowed him. She took it all, swerving at his balls. He fought the urge to cum. She had him at her mercy, swiftly driving him to that end. He barely delayed it. Those wet, hugging folds demanded his hot, creamy love. Sensing she wasn't ready, he fended off the impulse. She neared that dazing moment, but was still a distance from it.
Those hazel eyes held his fascination. They misted over as her gratification took purchase. He watched his beautiful wife rise and fall on his cock. Her flawless breasts bounced, the rosy nipples distended. Dropping his gaze, he noted the brown triangle and his trunk protruding from the widened lips. When ascending, he saw his dick slipping from her sodden flaps. The sight of him extending from the mouth of her starved pussy nearly set him off. Again, he called upon his staying power to save him from prematurely exploding.
Diana was closer to the finishing line than he suspected. She savored that rigid bulk entering her cunt, then reaching high. Her loins simmered. Locking about her husband's cock, she derived immense satisfaction from that luxuriant awareness. He was deliciously hard, and she took what she needed to finish. In sliding up and down him, an energizing suction resulted. Brad speared that sensitive area, scratching the itch deep inside her. She broke into a gallop, pursuing it.
"Yeah," she moaned, slamming down. His balls struck her ass. Oblivious to their smack, she rode out the exhilaration that raged through her system. Her legs, draped over his, were scratched by their bristly surface. She caressed them, accepting his manly difference.
"Oh, yeah."
"Take it," he offered, elevating himself for her benefit. His cock impaled her. "Take it all."
The whirring movement of the water accentuated their coupling. Brad enjoyed its intermittent splash during their straddle fuck. Mozart, too, brought his magic.
Brad couldn't contain the euphoria that bubbled in his scrotum. His wife gave him no choice. That wet, clutching pussy wore his will power down to the quick. She was going to make him cum. From all signs, her orgasm was to be simultaneous.
He dragged her to him, inserting his tongue in her mouth. He wanted their mutual fulfillment to be a shared experience. He tried to tame her wild bucking, holding back as long as possible. The molten lava, stewing in his sac, neared eruption.
Diana convulsed in his arms. He squirted into her pussy while trying to keep her anchored on his lap. Gripping her by the buns, he brought her down to his base. He wanted his spitting cockhead to soak deeply and mix with her hot juices. Some of his power left him during that gusher. His cream amply filled her pussy.
Diana finally freed herself from his mouth and came up for air. She jerked around his spurting dick, lost in the splendor. Brad twitched inside her, around the creamy mess. Gobs of it escaped the pink band of her lips and trickled onto his slapping balls.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned, cumming. "Ohhhh!"
Brad's throat muscles rippled as he grappled with that frenzied moment. Its intensity gnawed at his nerve endings. He shifted in his seat. His cock was sensitive after shooting, yet Diana's soft pussy continued to massage it. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Oh, Christ."
"Mmmmm," Diana moaned, soaring to the top of his dick, then returning it to her soaked cunthole. Brad remained stiff and serviceable. Her snatch, acting like a slippery fist, worked up his final drops.
Brad's jaw dropped from his wife's milking action. She siphoned every last bit. Her ass moved with purpose, extracting his hot goo. "Oh, yeah, baby. Drain me."
Her lips brushed him. "I love you," she said under her breath.
"Me, too."
Brad affectionately embraced her. His most precious asset sat with him. They would dutifully attend that party, then never see those miserable people again.