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“Give me your office contacts,” Jack whispered, as his cock began to deflate and slide out of Trixie Ann’s well-lubricated pussy. “I want to fuck you again next week.”

She leaned on the stall partition to steady herself. She plumped her full breasts with her hands to settle them in her bra. It had been an energetic bout of sex in a stall of the airport ladies’ room and she was still breathing heavily. Her unbuttoned blouse was damp with sweat and her skirt was hiked up around her waist.

Trixie Ann Peters was a sales executive with a software company that Jack had literally ‘bumped into’ in an office plaza about a year previously. They had started a short, steamy affair soon after. She was thirty-eight with an hourglass figure, curly blonde hair, and big eyes. She looked like a movie actress from the 1950s.

For a few weeks, they met in hotel rooms for afternoons of frenzied sex. He bought a lot of her software for his corporate group, ensuring that she racked up big commissions. He also impregnated her and set up a contract paying for all her expenses.

Now months later, he’d run into her at the airport. She’d had his baby and was newly trim and fit. She was wearing a tight suit with a short skirt and a diaphanous white chiffon blouse. She made a sexy picture and aroused him instantly, for he knew she could not resist him. Initially reluctant, she soon matched his arousal. She came more than once – Jack pushed her to heights of pleasure that her husband could never give her.

One arm still around Jack, she reached into her handbag, pulled out her card case, and gave it to him.  He took a card and put the case back in her handbag.  He reached down, took her wet panties and put them in his pocket.  Then he opened the stall door and let her lean on him as he led her to the sink.

They both heard the sharp intake of breath and froze.  Jack looked up and saw a cute, young, dark-haired flight attendant standing by the door.

“OMG, that was incredible!” she said breathlessly.  “I wish someone would fuck me like that!”

Jack left Trixie Ann leaning on the sink and walked to the door.  As he approached the flight attendant, he saw that her eyes were riveted on his crotch, where his softening manhood still made a big bulge in his pants.

“Now is not a good time,” he said, stopping and speaking into her ear in a low tone.  “But give me a call and I’ll demonstrate what I just did to her.”

He drew one of his cards from his wallet.  She automatically put her hand out to take it, but Jack evaded her.  He undid the top button of her blouse and slid his card into her bra, feeling her firm breast as he did so.  Then he left the ladies’ room and went to the men’s room to clean up.

His phone buzzed with an incoming text just before he boarded his flight.

“Hi, I’m Scarlett Callahan,” he read. “We just met in the ladies’ room. Look forward to seeing you!”

There was an attached picture of her in her flight attendant’s uniform, looking very pretty. Her Irish heritage was reflected in her dark hair and peaches-and-cream complexion.

*

Jack signed the deal just before lunch and saw his team of counterparties out of his office suite. He walked them to the elevator and waited till the doors slid closed. Then he exhaled a long breath of relief.

It had been a hard-fought negotiation, but he had prevailed in the end. The acquisition added over a billion dollars of sales and $100 million of annual profits to the Foncault Group where he served as CEO. His cell phone rang as he walked back to his office, and he looked at the screen. It was Reginald St. James, the chairman of the Foncault Group, and his father-in-law. He swiped the phone open.

“Did they sign?” asked St. James.

“Yes,” said Jack.

“It took you long enough. Three weeks.”

“It was a tough deal to negotiate. They wanted to retain some control so they would get to keep some of the profit stream. But I managed to talk them out of it and get 100% control. It added another $10 million to the price, but it was worth it. It’s all ours now.”

“Did you authorize the bonuses?”

“Yes. All of my staff will get 100k each. I authorized 150k for my executive assistant, Farah Hojjat. She worked with me day and night.”

“You probably fucked Farah every night, Jack. That’s a lot of money to pay for sex.”

“What Farah and I do is none of your business. It is between her and me and my wife.”

“I really don’t know why my daughter puts up with all your cheating.” St. James paused. “She may accept you and your ways, Jack, but I don’t. I just waiting and watching. I’m giving all the help I can to your enemies – the Russia mafia, the Arab terrorists, the South American cartels. The day one of them kills you will be the happiest day of my life.”

“I know,” said Jack.

“I don’t care what you pay your staff. I’ll have the accountants make sure that you don’t get anything. Not a penny, Jack, exactly like it says in your contract.”

“Yes,” said Jack, thinking ruefully of the sixteen- to eighteen-hour days he had put in over the last three weeks. “Not a penny.”

You bastard, he thought. I just made the Foncault Group $100 million a year.

He took the rest of the day off. He went to his country club and played a round of golf.  Afterward, he had a drink in the bar and distracted himself by talking to the barman.  Jack was not one to mope or brood, especially about things he could not change.  By the time the sun began to set, he put the deal in a compartment of his mind and shut it.  He pulled up the picture of Scarlett Callahan, the attractive airline flight attendant.

He texted her. “You in town?  Still interested in getting together?”

Almost immediately his phone buzzed with a response.

“Flew in yesterday.  But my fiancé’s coming over to my Marriott room tonight. ”

“Blow him off,” Jack texted back.

“Wish I could.  But he’s flying in just to see me. Here’s something to keep you interested.”

There was an attached picture of Scarlett with her uniform jacket wide open, her blouse unbuttoned down to the waist, and the cups of her lacy black bra pulled down. She had a hand under each of her firm, young breasts, holding them together to form a tight cleavage around his business card.

“Say you have to work,” Jack texted back immediately.

There was a long pause without a response.  Jack thought she was not going to respond and almost ordered another drink when his phone buzzed again.

“OK.  But I’ll need something official.”

Jack called Farah and had her send Scarlett an email on the official letterhead asking her to attend an evening interview and assessment session for a cabin crew supervisory position.  Then he called Henry and sent him to the downtown Marriott with his limo.

“Check your email – the position is real, I’ll get you a promotion,” Jack texted Scarlett.  “My limo will pick you up in thirty mins.”

Within the hour, Scarlett was with him and he took her to the exclusive country club dining room for dinner.

While they were dining, her fiancé Don called and said he was at the Marriott and asked when she would be back.

“I’m working, darling,” she said, brushing back her dark tresses and smiling at Jack.  She took the phone off her ear and put it on speaker.

“But you are always working,” Don’s tone was plaintive.

“Yes, I have a demanding job.  As do you.  So you must understand.  This is very important for me.”

“When will you be back?  Will we have dinner together?”  A note of pleading entered Don’s voice.

“No, I’m having dinner at my assessment session,” said Scarlett.  “And don’t wait up for me, I may be very late – there are a lot of things to go over here.”

Don muttered something unintelligible but both Scarlett and Jack knew it was something disparaging about women working.  She cut the line and smiled at Jack uncertainly.

“I am sure you will keep me very busy,” she said.  “But I have to go back to Marriott later tonight.  Don wants to marry me.”

“Then you must definitely marry him,” Jack nodded as he reached for her thigh under the table.

They went to the Hilton in Jack’s limo.  Henry drove steadily, unaffected by the scene in his rearview as Jack’s hands and mouth roamed everywhere over Scarlett’s body, doing everything he could while leaving her clothes on.  In the elevator on the way up to his suite, Jack tore her clothes off. 

He carried her from the elevator to his suite in just her bra, panties, shoes and stockings.  With her semi-nakedness, the uniform scarf knotted around her throat was incongruous and she clutched the rest of her clothes in her hands.  They passed a young couple in the corridor and the pair stared at them open-mouthed. 

With practiced ease, Jack managed to brush the girl as they passed, running his forearm over her thin chiffon top and getting a quick feel of her nipple through her bra.  The girl let out a sudden exhalation, drawing the attention of her boyfriend, but by then Jack and Scarlett had already passed.

The thought of Don waiting at the Marriott gave an added edge to Scarlett’s excitement.  With Don, she was a slow burner and it took a long while for him to heat her up.  But this night with Jack she was already wet by the time he laid her down on the bed.  He stripped her wet panties off and only rubbed her nether lips briefly before she panted, “Hurry up Jack, I want you in me.  Now!”

Jack did not need a second invitation.  He rolled her on to her back, mounted her and fucked her with his usual vigor.  She came very quickly.  She rarely climaxed with Don and was not loud when she did – but now with Jack, she gave out full-throated moans as she bucked him and wrapped her legs around him.  He kept fucking her and she arched her back into him, getting her clit tighter against his mount. 

Jack held himself back until he felt her begin to shudder with her second orgasm and then let loose his flood of semen.  They lay together for a while, before Jack opened the bottle of champagne that was by the bed.  They drank and talked for a while.  Jack fucked her once again before he sent her back to the Marriott with Henry in the limo.

They repeated the tryst the next time she was in town a couple of days later, this time in her room at the Marriott.  Don called in the midst of it and Scarlett took the call to alleviate his suspicions.  She managed to gasp, “Just running through the airport, darling... I’ll call you back!” as Jack pounded her doggie-style, reveling in her firm, generous butt and tight pussy.

*

“Oh my God, Jack!” squealed Scarlett. “No one’s ever been this deep in me, even you! OH MY GOD!! Fuck!! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!! AGAIN!!”

It was her fourth tryst with Jack. With her newfound seniority, she had a lot more control over her routes. She used it to get as many trips to see Jack as she could.

She still wore her bra (though Jack had pulled down the cups), stockings and high heel shoes; her uniform skirt was hiked up around her waist. She had her airline scarf knotted around her throat, for Jack loved the reminder of her profession.

She rode Jack, rotating her hips wildly, gripping his huge cock with her tight pussy lips as she cried out in the throes of yet another orgasm. Jack was fucking her for the third time of the night. She’d lost count of how many times she had cum, for Jack knew exactly how to excite his sexual partners. What he liked about fucking Scarlett was that she loved rough sex: it made her cum quickly, hard and often.

Now she squashed her clitoris hard on the base of his cock and raked her nails on his chest hard enough to mark his skin. Jack kept arching his back, continuing to thrust into her as the spasmodic contractions of her orgasm went on and on. Her wet tightness pushed him very close to the edge and he grunted with the effort of holding back.

It was her hardest orgasm of the night and her entire vagina pulsed and clenched as she kept up a litany of, “OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!” Over and over. Jack was sure that her cries carried through the walls to the adjoining rooms. These were occupied by her crewmates and he wondered what they would say to Scarlett on the flight back.

She put her hands on his hips to draw him even deeper into her as she approached the apex of her orgasm.

“Easy, easy!” he remonstrated. “There’s shrapnel still lodged in my lower back!”

Then her phone rang, and she looked at the screen. It was her fiancé, Don.

“Don! Exactly… OOH…! on… AAH…! schedule!!” she gasped.

“As usual… Don’s timing is… perfect!” grunted Jack.

Scarlett tapped the screen and opened the call on speakerphone.

“Baby, I’ve been missing you!” Don’s voice was plaintive. “You said you’d call, I’ve been waiting.”

“OH, MY GOD! OOH!” Scarlett’s panted as Jack kept pushing into her and she swiveled her hips to keep her pussy rotating on his shaft. “Yes, yes! Sorry!! I’ve been… MY GOD…! busy!”

“Are you all right, honey? You sound like you’re in pain!”

“No… no… OOHH…!! I’m… on… the treadmill… hard… workout… OH, MY GOD!!” The last was forced out of her as Jack gave her a particularly powerful thrust.

“You always seem to be working out when I call. It’s very disconcerting to hear you panting and gasping like this. Are you coming home tomorrow?”

“MY GOD, YES!! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!”

She grabbed the phone to cut the line and her whole body went rigid. Her final vaginal spasm was so hard that Jack felt like his cock was in velvet vice. He could no longer hold back and exploded, shooting yet another gout of thick, musky jism deep into her innermost recesses. She squealed like a stuck pig. He arched his back to empty his load, and she clung to him before collapsing, completely spent.

They were both covered with sweat. Her uniform scarf and black bra were soaked with it. Jack’s thick, pungent semen leaked out of her pussy and coursed down to stain the tops of her stockings. Scarlett lay on Jack, his thick but softening cock still deep inside her. She propped herself up on his chest and he cupped her firm, rounded breasts, one in each hand. He tweaked her meaty nipples – they were still hard but grew even harder.

“How do you like fucking your pregnant girlfriend?”

“You’re not my girlfriend, Scarlett. I’m almost old enough to be your father. You’re getting married to Don on Saturday.”

“I know, I know, I’m twenty-four and you’re in your forties. But I’m carrying your baby, doesn’t that entitle me to call myself your girlfriend?”

“No. You’re marrying Don; legally it will be his baby. My assistant Farah has gone over the contract with you. Don doesn’t know about us, does he?”

“Of course not,” said Scarlett. “Don’s a great accountant, but he’s pretty naïve when it comes to women. When I told him I’m pregnant, he just assumed that his condom had leaked and that it’s his baby.” She tousled his hair and kissed him. “I want you to come to the wedding, Jack.”

“That’s not a good idea, Scarlett.”

“Why not? You’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me. You got me this promotion to cabin service director, I’m the youngest one in the airline! You fuck me to more orgasms in a night than Don has done since I met him. And you’re the father of my child. You should be there.”

“It won’t turn out well.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Weddings are always overladen with sexual tension. And I’m easily aroused. It’s not a good combination.”

“You can control yourself for a day, can’t you?”

“You can’t put a wolf in a flock of sheep and then blame it for preying on them. I know myself. I could ruin your wedding.”

“I’ll take that risk. I want you to be there.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

*

Scarlett stood at the head of the receiving line at the country club, anxiously scanning the crowd. Jack had reluctantly agreed to come to her wedding, but he had not been at the church. She still hoped he was coming to the reception. She was about to give up, when she saw him – at the end of the long line, wearing an open-neck silk shirt, tailored slacks and a well-cut jacket.

Scarlett kept looking at him, trying to catch his eye, but he was looking around the reception hall, people-watching. She went through the motions, speaking to friends and relatives in the line mechanically. Don stood by her, receiving everyone much more enthusiastically and did not notice her preoccupation.

Jack finally got to them.

“I love the off-the-shoulder gown, Scarlett. You look beautiful in white. The white ribbon choker is a nice touch. And white gloves! Very classy.”

“It is good to see you, Jack.” She turned to her new husband. “Don, this is Jack Grierson, he really helped me in my job.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Don, extending his hand.

“Congratulations!” said Jack. “You’re a lucky man.” He turned back to Scarlett. “Here’s a little something to help you on your honeymoon.” He handed her an envelope.

She opened the flap and took a quick peek inside. It was a cashier’s check for ten thousand dollars.

“Jack! You shouldn’t have!”

“Give us a kiss, then,” he said.

He leaned forward, seeming to offer her his cheek. She puckered up and leaned toward him. At the last minute, he turned his face and kissed her on the lips. He held her by the nape of the neck, a hand on her ribbon choker, his thick tongue forcing itself into her mouth. His other hand was between them and kneaded her firm breasts, first one, then the other. It was only for about five seconds, but to her it seemed to go on for a long time. No one but the three of them saw it.

Jack looked Don in the eye. ‘Punch me now if you want your wife,’ he thought. ‘Otherwise, you’re a cuckold.’ Don looked down and then away but would not meet Jack’s eye. Jack stepped off the dais and took a quick look over his shoulder as he did so. He saw the relieved look on Don’s face.

Jack sat by himself through dinner. He listened to the semi-funny speeches of the best man and the matron of honor, Violet Callahan. She was Scarlett’s sister, four years older than her. Scarlett and Don opened the dancing with a slow number, ending with a very photogenic kiss. Jack clapped with all the others. Then they were joined on the dance floor by Violet and her husband, David, another accountant.

With the ceremonial dances done, the music got faster, and a lot of the guests got up to dance. Jack went to the bar and joined Violet’s husband David, who was sipping a glass of white wine.

“Hi, I’m Jack Grierson,” he said. “I’m a friend of Scarlett’s.”

“Hello,” said David without enthusiasm.

“Scarlett tells me that your wife Violet is a flight attendant too – and with the same airline.”

“Yes, Violet and Scarlett do everything together,” said David. “Though Scarlett got a big promotion recently, so she’s more senior. I hear you had something to do with that.”

“Scarlett told me that Violet is four years older,” said Jack, ignoring the reference to his role in Scarlett’s job. “But they look very alike. Except that Scarlett has dark hair and Violet is a redhead.”

‘Yes, I noticed, Mr. Grierson,” said David, with a trace of sarcasm.

The music grew slow again and only couples remained on the dancefloor, in tight clinches. Violet came by to lead David to the floor. Jack stared down her plunging neckline at her cleavage, glancing at David boldly. Then accidentally on purpose, he brushed his forearm on her one of her breasts. He made sure that David saw the moves on his wife.

David pretended not to see and quickly walked away with Violet to the dancefloor. ‘David, you’re another cuckold,’ thought Jack. ‘I can fuck your wife, if I want.’

The lights were turned down. Scarlett and Don were at the very center of the dancefloor, swaying to the slow tempo. Jack waited out the first number before making his move. He walked out and tapped Don on the shoulder.

“May I cut in?” he asked. “I hope you’ll share the bride. You’ll have her all to yourself soon enough.”

Jack’s sexual innuendo was very clear. Scarlett’s firm cleavage was revealed by the low-cut white bodice of her wedding gown and Jack let his eyes rest very obviously on it. Then he turned to look Don in the eye. ‘If you’re a man, you’ll tell me to go fuck myself,’ thought Jack. It was calculatedly aggressive, and Don quickly gave in – he looked away and muttered, “OK, OK.” Then to save some measure of face, he went on, “Just one dance, though.”

Jack took Scarlett in his arms even before the slow music came on. He put his left hand on one of her round buttocks and squeezed very noticeably as Don retreated, looking over his shoulder. He cupped one of Scarlett’s firm breasts with his right hand and moved her smoothly as the music started.

“Don’t, Jack,” she whispered.

“Just relax,” said Jack. “He’ll be excited, not angry.”

“How can you say that?”

Jack pulled her into a tighter clinch and pushed his crotch between her legs. She felt his growing erection through her wedding gown.

“He’s heard you cumming on the phone. I assure you he was jerking off.”

“That’s different! He didn’t know you were fucking me!”

“Look at him. See if he reacts to what I’m doing to you.”

Jack put his lips on Scarlett’s throat, just above her white choker and let his tongue run over the sensitive skin there.

“God, Jack!” she breathed.

She looked over his shoulder at Don. He stood there transfixed, not making a move to stop them. But the look on his face was not angry. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyes were a bit glazed. Had he had too much to drink?

Jack’s one hand continued to knead Scarlett’s butt through her wedding gown. His other hand squeezed her breasts, one at a time, his fingers tracing her nipples through the bodice of her wedding gown. Her nipples hardened and poked through the thin white fabric.

“Not wearing a bra, I see,” murmured Jack. “I love your tits, so full, yet so firm.”

His erection was rampant now and he pushed it in between her legs without subtlety, all the while moving smoothly to the music.

“My God, Jack!” she whispered. “You’re getting me horny. Everyone can see us.”

“Don’t worry, the lights are low. They see us dancing close, they can’t see what I’m doing to you.”

“I’m getting wet, Jack!” she whispered, with a note of desperation. “My panties are …”

The number ended and Jack felt a tap on his shoulder. He released Scarlett and turned expecting to see Don, but it wasn’t the bridegroom. It was Violet. Jack looked from one sister to the other, Scarlett in her white bridal gown, Violet in her pink bridesmaid’s dress.

“Jesus!” he said. “You two look so alike.”

“I’ll dance the next number with you,” said Violet, ignoring what Jack said. “Scarlett, you better go back to Don.”

Scarlett was not sure whether she was relieved or disappointed, but she said, “OK,” and left them. The music started for the next number and Jack took Violet into a tight clinch, continuing from where he had left off with Scarlett.

“You’re not subtle, are you?” said Violet. “Are you a jealous old boyfriend of Scarlett’s?”

“Not jealous and not a boyfriend,” said Jack, easily. “It’s just sex. Scarlett calls me whenever she’s in the big city and I usually fuck her.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Scarlett invited me. I told her it was a bad idea, but she insisted.”

“Well, don’t be an asshole. Leave my sister alone, don’t ruin her wedding day.”

“She’s a big girl, if she wants me to stop, she’ll tell me.”

“Well, I’m her big sister and I’m telling you.”

“You two share everything, don’t you? Including your men.”

Violet did not expect this, and she blushed so red, that for a moment, her face matched her hair.

“Scarlett told you?”

“Yes. You slept with Don, her new husband.”

“He wasn't her husband then!”

“He was her fiancé.”

“It was just innocent fun. We were drinking at a bar and Scarlett and I made a spur of the moment dare in the ladies’ room. David and Don were very drunk and still have no idea that we switched places. It will never happen again, don’t make it sound sordid.”

“Want some fun with another of Scarlett’s men tonight?”

“I’ll do anything to get you to leave Scarlett alone tonight.”

“Even if she wants me?”

“I’ll protect her from her weaknesses. It’s what sisters do.”

“What about your husband?”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

Jack pulled down Violet’s bodice to uncover one of her breasts and cupped it, running his thumbnail over the nipple. He squeezed her butt harder, simultaneously pushing his erection relentlessly between her legs. She felt the heat of his swollen cock through the folds of her bridesmaid’s dress.

“Yes, he will certainly prefer not to know,” he breathed in her ear.

Jack was persistent, pulling down the other side of Violet’s bodice to bare both her breasts. He held her very close rubbing them on his chest. He felt her hard nipples through his thin silk shirt. After a few moments, she moved her torso, rubbing her breasts against him. She looked up into his eyes.

“What did Scarlett tell you about me?” he asked.

“Everything,” breathed Violet.

“Do tell.”

“She says you’re insatiable; that you fuck her many times a night. She says no one has ever fucked her like you. You make her cum so hard she almost passes out. She says you’ve got a big cock; I can feel it between my legs right now.”

“How would you like it in you? Balls deep in your pussy?”

“You’ve got a filthy mouth.”

“You love it, don’t you? I bet your accountant husband doesn’t talk like that.”

“No, he’s a gentleman.”

“He’s a cuckold.”

“No, he’s not. I’ve been faithful to him since we’ve been married.”

“He’ll be one by tomorrow. Because I’m going to fuck you tonight.”                        

“You really think so? I’ll just endure this number with you, then you’re done here. Unless you leave right away, I’m going to ask you to do so, very publicly. I’m quite prepared to make a scene.”

“I’m sure you are,” said Jack. “But, it’s a long number. I specially requested it from the DJ – Love to love you, baby, by Donna Summer. There’s more than twelve minutes left.”

Violet cocked her head to listen to the lyrics and heard Donna Summer groaning in sexual frenzy, “Waa… AHHH!! Waa… AHHH!!” Jack moved his hips, sliding his clothed cock up and down against her pussy. She caught her breath.

“It’s a time-honored tradition. Someone’s got to make the bride and the matron of honor cum at every wedding.”

“I’m married, thank you.”

“You think David can make you cum tonight? With all that he’s been drinking?”

She looked over Jack’s shoulder at David, expecting to see him livid with Jack’s actions. But David was looking away, talking to someone. He had a glass of wine in his hand and seemed to be trying to avoid looking at the dancefloor.

“He knows what I’m doing to you,” said Jack. “But he knows that if he sees it, he’ll have to do something about it. And he’s scared, so he’d rather pretend nothing is happening.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Just watch him,” said Jack. “While I do this.”

He reached down and with a quick move, darted his hand up under her skirt. His hand found the crotch of her panties. He ran a finger along her vulva and his thumb found her clit and manipulated it adroitly through the thin lace. Her panties were already damp, but they rapidly grew wet. He turned her sideways so that David could see his hand up her skirt if he looked at them.

Violet gasped and tried to move away, but he held her tight.

“Love to love you...!” gasped Donna Summer.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Jack whispered.

“Please … please,” she murmured.

“Please what?”

“Don’t … don’t … don’t stop,” she faltered.

She looked at her husband, but he quickly turned his back to the dancefloor.

“See?” said Jack. “He knows, but he does not want to see it. That way he can pretend nothing happened.”

“OOHH!” Violet cried out involuntarily, echoing Donna Summer. She put a hand on her mouth to stifle herself. She was furious that Jack had been right, even more furious with her husband, but most of all, she was panicked by the strength of her sexual response to Jack’s aggressive groping. She knew she should tell him to stop, but he was exciting her so much that she just couldn’t.

“I’m going to fuck you right now, but your husband will pretend not to notice,” whispered Jack. “Do you scream as loudly as Scarlett when you cum?”

“Not here! Not here in public!”

“I’ve paid the DJ $100 to run the lights on a slow dimmer. Don’t you see how much darker it is? Soon everyone on the dancefloor will be just a shadow.”

Violet looked around and sure enough, all the hall lights were much lower. The dancefloor lights were already out, and she could barely make out the other dancers. Jack’s probing hand found the waistband of her panties and pulled hard. He got them down to mid-thigh before she realized what he was doing.

For a moment, they caught on the ribbons of her pink snap-on garters, but he disengaged them skillfully and they dropped to her knees. Jack’s hand returned to her now naked crotch and jammed her upper thighs apart. She tried to hold her panties up by putting her knees together, but Jack used his knee to separate them. Her panties fell to pool around her ankles.

“Don’t you dare, Jack… ”

“Tell me to stop and I will,” Jack repeated.

“I shouldn’t… we mustn’t…” she whispered.

“Okay, I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop… don’t stop,” she said in a low voice. “What have you done to me?”

“Waa… AHHH!! Waa… AHHH!!” Donna Summer’s sexual ascent continued, and Violet felt the corresponding rise in her own.

Jack leaned down and pulled down her panties. She raised her feet, one at a time to allow him to retrieve them and free her legs. He put them to his nose before pocketing them.

“You smell just like your sister, Violet,” he said.

It was now so dark that Violet could no longer see David or anyone beyond the dancefloor. The other dancers were dim silhouettes. Jack maneuvered her to the large pillar in the middle of the dancefloor till her back was against it. He moved much more quickly now and dropped all pretense.

“You’re hot, Violet, and you want it now,” he whispered in her ear.

“Please… please,” she whispered, a note of hysteria entering her voice.

“I’ll dance the next number with Scarlett,” said Jack, softly. “I’ve got a long, slow sexy number requested next and the lights will go down again, just like this. You know she wants me. Who’s it to be – you or her?”

“Do me.” Her whisper was so low that it was almost inaudible.

“I didn’t hear you,” said Jack.

“Fuck me!” she repeated in a low tone, her anger obvious.

Jack hiked her skirt up around her waist and put a hand under each buttock. He lifted her with her back resting on the pillar. She put her arms around his neck, rubbed her naked breasts on his chest and scissored her legs around his waist. Somehow, his shirt had become unbuttoned and her firm breasts flattened on his bare skin, her hard nipples making sensual indentations.

She felt his cockhead at her pussy lips, and he felt the leakage of her sexual fluids.

“I want my cock in you, Violet,” said Jack.

“Yes, yes,” she whispered urgently. “Just fuck me now!”

He lowered her slowly, impaling her pussy lips on his cockhead. She was as tight as her sister and gasped in an identical manner as he entered her. He knew they had less than seven minutes left, so he pushed the rest of his enormous cock into her without ceremony. He covered her lips with his, forcing them apart and entering her mouth with his thick tongue at the same time as his cock was embedding itself in her tight pussy. Her sharp cry was stifled.

He kept his tongue in her mouth as he began to fuck her hard, driving her buttocks against the pillar. The thought of the dancers all around them in the darkness heightened their excitement. Like her sister, Violet had a short fuse and came very quickly and very hard. Her body thrashed on his, her hips rotating to jam her clit on his mount and make the greatest possible contact. Her contractions were wild and uncontrolled.

Jack kept fucking her through them and she ascended to another orgasm almost immediately. This time he let himself go, his grunts muffled by his tongue in her mouth. He ejaculated a heavy load of thick, pungent jism into her deepest recesses. He pounded his ejaculate into her through three hard thrusts.

They were both covered with sweat and their clothes clung to them. He let her down onto her feet. She leaned on him, feeling a bit dizzy, not sure that her legs would hold her up.

“Love to love you!” crooned Donna Summer as the song wound down to its close. The lights began to brighten, very slowly.

Violet quickly pulled up the bodice of her bridesmaid’s dress to cover her breasts. She plumped them with her hands, making sure that the dress was properly fitted again. She began to wipe her brow of sweat with her hand, but then Jack handed her a large handkerchief. She used it quickly.

It came away with smudges of black from her mascara and red from her rouge. By the time she handed it back to Jack, he had straightened his clothing and was annoyingly calm. Her dress was damp, but there was nothing she could do about it now.

“Let’s go back to your husband,” said Jack. “Then I’ll leave. As you wanted.”

The lights were back to normal when they approached David. He was standing with Don and Scarlett. Jack took Violet’s hand and put it on David’s.

“Here’s your wife back, David,” he said. “Thanks for loaning her to me.” He left the sexual allusion hanging there and turned to Scarlett. “Thank you for inviting me. I’ll see you the next time you’re in the big city.”

He left quickly, without waiting for a response. Both Scarlett and Violet looked after his retreating back. Scarlett took in Violet’s damp dress, her face devoid of make-up and the whiff of sexual fluids in an instant.

“He fucked you on the dancefloor, didn’t he?” She whispered in her sister’s ear.

Violet nodded, but before she could respond, Don and David brought them back to the present.

“Come on, girls!” said Don. “Time for another foursome of the bride and matron of honor on the dance floor!”

Don took Scarlett’s hand and led her to the dance floor where the next number was just beginning. It was Jack’s requested slow, sexy number and the lights slowly began to dim. David tightened his grip on Violet’s hand and followed Don and Scarlett.

“Wait, David…” began Violet. “I need to use the ladies’ room.”

“Oh, you can do that after the dance, darling,” he said, pulling her along.

“Well…” she began.

She still felt the warmth of Jack’s copious load of semen deep inside her. But now it was seeping out of her pussy lips. The thick, viscous admixture of their sexual juices had slowly oozed down her upper thighs and was beginning to stain her stocking tops. The tart scent of their sex was obvious to her nostrils, and she wondered if David could smell it too.

He put his arms around her on the dance floor and they began to sway to the slow rhythm.

“Do you smell that sharp odor?” David asked her.

“No,” she said, innocently. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“It’s almost like someone has been having sex right here on the dance floor.”

“People do the craziest things,” she said. “But you’re much too sensible for that.”

“That I am,” he agreed.

*

Ten days later, Jack’s phone pinged with a text. He opened it and saw the familiar airline uniform. It was a selfie of a flight attendant taken from the neck down. The jacket was wide open, and her blouse was unbuttoned down to the waist.  Her uniform scarf was tightly knotted around her throat.

The cups of her black lacy bra were pulled down and she had a hand under each of her firm, young breasts, holding them together to form a tight cleavage. Her nipples were hard, and she had a red-painted fingernail scraping each one. The text read, “The Marriott, room 846. The door’s unlocked.”

‘Scarlett’s back in town,’ Jack thought.

He texted his wife, Carmen, that business would keep him in town for the night and called his chauffeur, Henry. He was at the Marriott within the hour. As he rode the elevator up to the 8th floor, he could feel his cock getting hard with the thought of sucking on Scarlett’s pregnant tits. He pushed on the door to 846 and it swung open smoothly.

Violet sat on the bed. She was dressed as in the selfie she had sent him, except that her uniform skirt was now hiked up around her waist, displaying her black beribboned garters, stocking tops, and black lace panties. Jack began shedding his clothes as he advanced on the bed.

“I want your baby,” she whispered throatily, as Jack climbed into the bed and ran a finger on her damp panties, up her pussy to her clit. “Like my baby sister, Scarlett.”

“I’ve fucked you at the wedding – maybe you’re already pregnant.”

“I want to be sure.”

“How long are you in town?”

“Three days.”

“That’s plenty of time,” said Jack. “I’ll fuck you as many times as I can, every day. You’ll go home sore, but pregnant. I hope you like rough sex.”

“I’ve seen some of the sex videos Scarlett made of you fucking her. I’m her big sister, I can take more. I’ll take you till you can’t get it up anymore.”

Jack smiled.

“I think we’re both going the enjoy the next few days. Now call your husband, I want you to talk to him while I fuck you.”