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1.         Jack and Isabelle were drinking tea in the parlor. Carmen was upstairs, Martin was out on a social call, and Kelly was out riding her horse, overseen by one of the grooms.

“How did Carmen and you meet, Jack?” asked Isabelle.

“We met when we were in college,” said Jack briefly.  She waited for him to go on, but he did not.

“Were you at the same university? Come on, I’m curious!”

“No, she went to Wellesley – that’s a girls’ school.”

“And where did you go?”

“I went to a university in Cambridge.”

“Harvard? You went to Harvard?”

“I don’t have a university degree,” said Jack, not answering the question.

“So how did you meet?”

“I played football. We met at a pep rally. One of those events where the school tries to drum up enthusiasm before a game.”

“So, tell me about it,” prodded Isabelle.

“There’s nothing to tell,” he responded with a trace of irritation. “She was a virgin. I was not. We fucked. She got pregnant. We decided to get married.”

 “Go on,” said Isabelle.

“I left the university, joined the army. Did six years. Came home and joined my father-in-law’s company as an assistant manager.”

“You worked your way up to CEO?”

“I’ve finished my tea,” he said standing up. “I need to get back to work.”

Isabelle caught his wrist and pulled him down to sit in on the sofa beside her.  To keep him from leaving abruptly, she moved over and sat on his lap.  He put his arm around her waist.  She twisted around and doing do, her firm breasts were centimeters from his face.  Up close, he could see through the thin, white silk of her blouse to the lacy patterns of her black bra.  It was low cut and strapless.

“The maids will be in here any time to clear up, Isabelle,” Jack said.  “We shouldn’t start them talking.”

“Why, I’m not doing anything Kelly wouldn’t do!” she said innocently, undercutting her words by unfastening the top button of her blouse to show him her cleavage.  However, they soon heard the tap-tapping of Carmen’s heels in the hallway and Isabelle quickly stood up and re-seated herself on a chair.

Jack took advantage of his freedom to stand up.  He went up to Carmen as she entered and kissed her on the cheek.

“I’ve just finished my tea, dear, but perhaps Isabelle will keep you company,” he said.  He smiled at them both and left.

Isabelle poured Carmen a cup of tea.

“Thank you, dear,” said Carmen, as she dropped in a lump of unrefined sugar and stirred it in with a silver teaspoon.

“I was just asking Jack how the two of you met,” said Isabelle, chattily.  “He said you met at university.  But he didn’t seem to want to talk about it.  Most Harvard men I know will go on and on about it with the slightest excuse.”

“Poor Jack,” said Carmen.  “He didn’t have the best time there.”

“Tell me about it,” said Isabelle, leaning forward and putting her chin on steepled hands.  Carmen thought again what an angelic face she had.

“Jack was very poor,” Carmen said.  “His father was a sergeant in the Army – obviously he didn’t make enough to pay for a Harvard education. Jack came in on a Reserve Officers’ Training Corps (ROTC) military scholarship. He was also an exceptional athlete.  He was a football quarterback and by the end of his freshman year, he was already the starter.  He has the greatest eye-hand coordination of anyone I’ve ever known.  He was a great shot with with pistol and rifle.  He grew up working in stables, and is an exceptional rider.”

“Formidable,” said Isabelle in French.  “Surely all these talents must have made him very popular?”

“Yes, indeed,” laughed Carmen.  “When I met him at a pep rally, I was a shy freshman and he was this dashing sophomore, surrounded by pretty girls.  When he asked me to dance, I nearly fainted.”

“You must have been stunning as an eighteen-year-old!” exclaimed Isabelle, putting her arms around Carmen and hugging her lightly.  “Look at you, you are still gorgeous.  It is no wonder that he sought you out.”

“Oh, hush girl,” said Carmen, but her expression indicated that she was pleased.

“Did he … make love to you?”

Carmen blushed cherry red with the memory of that first encounter, when Jack had taken her virginity on a blanket behind some bushes during the pep rally. Her skirt hiked up around her waist, panties wet and stripped off, his huge organ pushing at her tight pussy lips. His invasion, pushing into her insistently, rupturing her, making her a woman. How she had screamed! Thankfully her cries were drowned out by the marching band. He had fucked her hard, there was no other word for it. He had made her cum so many times, given sexual release so intense that no other man could compare. So deep inside her! Their sexual bond was so intense that she still could not look at Jack without imagining his cock deep inside her.

“He took my virginity,” Carmen said out loud. “Whatever his other faults, Jack is a great lover.”

“A great quality in a husband,” said Isabelle.

“We dated,” Carmen went on.  “Jack took me to all sorts of places that I had never been.  South Boston bars full of hardhat working men, jazz clubs in Roxbury where we were the only white folk and Red Sox games at Fenway Park.  Those first few months …”  Carmen broke off, with a wistful expression on her face.  “… were heaven.  We were so in love!  When my father tells me how horrible Jack is, how calculating, how violent and ruthless, how he only wants my money, I always recall those months and I think – Jack is the gentlest, kindest, most unselfish man that I have ever known.  He has never asked me for a cent.”

“What happened then?”

“When Jack met me he was sleeping with one of his literature instructors, a young, married assistant professor called Elizabeth Smythe Warren.  When he met me, he told me all about it. Then he went to her and ended it. Unfortunately, just about that time, she found out she was pregnant and her husband overheard her trying to set up an abortion. He accused her of cheating on him.”

“Why didn’t her husband think he was the father?”

“Apparently her husband was not very sexual – rarely had sex with her and then only with birth control. That’s why she came on to Jack in the first place. Jack told me everything.” Carmen colored. “He was having sex with Elizabeth Smythe Warren twice or thrice a day. He never used a condom because she told him she was on the pill.”

“Anyway, when Jack told her it was over, she wanted to hurt him in any way possible and protect her marriage at the same time. She told her husband that Jack had raped her. Together they went to campus security and filed a report. Then she came to my lodgings near Wellesley and raved and ranted at me about how he was after my money. Jack was called in by the Dean of Students and strongly advised to leave the university.  We were both young and scared, I asked my father for help, but he has hated Jack from the first and tried to persuade me that Elizabeth was telling the truth, that Jack is rapist. Then I found out I was pregnant, too.”

Isabelle was listening with rapt attention and she gasped.

“No!”

“Yes, I guess in that respect I was as foolish as Elizabeth Smythe Warren. We had been making love four-five times a day – and Jack is incredibly virile. It was inevitable.”

“What did you do?”

“My parents pressured me to get an abortion,” Carmen said. Isabelle hugged her again, delighted to hold her firm body.  “But I resisted. Jack had to leave, so before he left, we ran away to Western Massachusetts and got married.”

“That was brave of you,” said Isabelle.

“I have never regreted it.  All these years later, I still am happy I married him.”

“But where did the two of you go?”

“I returned to Wellesley,”  said Carmen.  “Jack stayed in a boarding house in Boston for a few months till his money ran out.  He didn’t have many options.  I tried to give him money out of my allowance, but he wouldn’t take a penny.  His ROTC advisor gave him a recommendation and he enlisted in the army. I stayed on at Wellesley and graduated with a double major in philosophy and aesthetics. A rich girl’s degree, I suppose.”  Carmen laughed self-consciously, but it was an infectious sound and Isabelle joined in

“Jack enlisted as a common soldier?”

“What else could he do?  He had no money and no connections.  When he was in Basic training his father was killed in terrorist action in the Middle East.  His mother is English, but repudiated him when he was born. He had been brought up by his father.”

“So he had no other family?”

“I was all the family he had,” said Carmen.  “I visited him faithfully, every weekend during his Basic.  Then he was selected for the special forces and sent away to a secret facility.  For the next six years, I saw him sporadically.  He was not there when Martin was born.  I never knew when he would show up.  When he came, he called me and I would go and stay with him.  I always took Martin along.  We would stay in a cheap motel and eat hamburgers and fries – Jack still would not let me pay for anything.  Martin and Jack got along so well when he was baby.”

“This is so exciting!” said Isabelle.  By now she was cuddling Carmen on the sofa, nuzzling her cheek to cheek.  She was pleased to see that Martin’s mother did not object as she gently got more physically intimate.  But she was quite genuine in her interest in Carmen and Jack’s story.  “But it must have been very difficult for you.”

“It was not so bad,” Carmen said, smiling.  “In the motel, once we put Martin to sleep, we would fuck like rabbits.  Jack would make me cum again and again, till by morning I would be cross-eyed. I got pregnant again and Kelly was born when Martin was five.”

“So where was Jack posted during this time?”

“It was all classfied,” replied Carmen.  “He could never tell me where he had been, or what he had done.  But I knew he had seen and done terrible things – sometimes he would have terrible nightmares, break into a sweat and scream.  Once when I pressed him too far, he yelled, ‘OK, I killed a few guys, you happy now?!’  I’ve never asked him again.”

Carmen’s voice shook a bit – the memory clearly upset her.  Isabelle petted her silky hair and kissed her temples.

“Jack served just over six years. He was twenty-six when he came back.  I had a huge fight with my parents, but I got them to give him a job.  Jack started in sales.  He turned out to be surprisingly good at it.  His bosses kept recommending him for promotions and my father was reluctant.  But he saw that Jack was making money for us, so he gave in.  By the time he was in his early thirties, Jack was running a division and took over as CEO eight years ago.”

“So it’s a happy ending,” said Isabelle.  “The prince strikes it rich and settles down happily ever after with the beautiful princess.”

“Almost like that,” said Carmen.

“What do you mean?  The Foncault Group is worth billions.  As CEO, Jack must be very rich.”

“My father wrote in an ironclad contract.  Everything Jack gets paid stays with the company.  He can spend what he likes, but he doesn’t have a penny in his own name.”

“But why?”

“My father has always hated Jack.  And my mother hated him while she was alive.  They could never forgive him his birth.  They were so set on me marrying someone with a title and old money – and Jack is antithesis of that. His mother is an English aristocrat, but her family has never acknowledged him.”

“Why did Jack put up with these ridiculous conditions?” asked Isabelle, a hint of anger now in her voice.

“He loves me,” said Carmen simply.   “No matter how many other women he sleeps with and impregnates, I know that deep down he loves only me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Positive. You are a beautiful young thing, my dear, but even you couldn’t steal Jack away from me.”

Carmen’s comment was inadvertently right on target and Isabelle colored.  To cover it, she kissed Carmen again, this time lightly on the lips.

“My, my,” said Carmen.  “You’re getting me excited with all this heavy petting.”

Her voice was light and teasing, but was there was an undercurrent of desire?  Isabelle did not find out, for Conchita, one of the young maids came in to clear away the tea things.

“Surely you would never do anything untoward,” said Isabelle as Conchita worked silently.  “Jack tells me that as a wife and mother, you perfection personified.”

A languid smile slowly descended over Carmen’s face and now as Conchite left the parlor, she put her arms around Isabelle, drawing her close.

“Oh, I’m not perfect, my dear. Jack always told me that our marriage is open, that I am as free as he is. I have taken him at his word. I’ve had a few affairs of my own. I’m just much more discreet than he is.”

“Tell me! Tell me! Who?”

“You wouldn’t know them, my dear. Except …. perhaps one. He’s Martin’s friend.”

“Who?”

“Brad Morgan.”

“He’s twenty years younger than you! How was he?”

“He’s almost as well endowed as Jack. But he’s so full of himself! Thinks he’s a gift to women. He’s not bad, but nothing compared to Jack.”

“Have you ever had a man like Jack?”

“No.” Carmen’s anwer was immediate.  

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2.        Meanwhile, things were very busy at the Grierson household.  The wedding of Martin and Isabelle was now a week away and a thousand details had to be dealt with.  Carmen was increasingly excited – up at the crack of dawn and working over details till late at night.  Isabelle was in the whirl of arrangements with caterers, flower shops, the bridal store, and more things than she had thought possible.  Jack got little chance to see her and was building up a huge reservoir of sexual frustration.

The wedding was on Saturday.  On Thursday, Isabelle’s sister, Cecile, came over from her boarding school. Isabelle’s mother Simone was due to arrive on Friday from her French chateau. Cecile was to share Kelly’s room, using the spare bed there, while Simone was to stay in the guest wing of the mansion, in an adjoining suite to the one that Isabelle herself occupied at the moment.  Jack took off from work Thursday morning and came home for lunch.  Carmen met him in the entrance hallway and they exchanged a quick kiss.  Jack managed to grope her breasts before she twisted away giggling, “Silly boy!  Isabelle’s kid sister Cecile arrived this morning.  She’s a young thing, just turned eighteen – great company for Kelly.  They seem to have hit if off really well.” 

She led the way into the house.  ‘We’re eating in the parlor.  Lunch is laid out and I’ve sent Anna to round everyone up.’

Martin and Isabelle were already seated at the dining table when Jack entered.  He threw his briefcase on a window seat and threw his jacket and tie on top of it.  Martin waved a hello and Isabelle got up and came around to give him a kiss on the cheek.  He sat down opposite them and said, ‘Well, the gathering of the clans begins!’

“Just the three of us de la Roque women, Jack,” said Isabelle, laughing.  “The clan is all on Martin’s side.”

Carmen returned and added, “The guest list is heavy on my relatives, I am most happy to admit.”

Kelly and Cecile entered together and Jack had a hard time keeping his jaw from dropping open.  Cecile was built like her sister, with firm breasts that would get fuller, and long, athletic legs, but rather darker blonde hair.  She wore a black net tank top that highlighted rather than concealed her florescent orange bikini bra.  The bra had a halter neck with a tie at the nape and white splotches over her nipples that emphasized the lumps they made in the fabric.  She had on a black flowery print skirt that was just above the knee.  However, it had such a low waist that Jack almost thought he could see her crotch.  She wore thong bikini panties whose hip straps rode high above the waist of her skirt.  She made a curtsey when she came in and pirouetted.  Jack felt she did so on purpose to show off the butterfly-shaped back of her thong that rode high above the waistband of her skirt.  Then she walked into the room, swinging her hips enticingly.

‘Oh, its so good to see you girls,’ Carmen cooed, seemingly oblivious to Cecile’s appearance.  ‘Let’s sit down to lunch.’

Carmen seated Cecile by Jack and Kelly at the foot of the table, facing her.  Carmen and Martin began talking about their morning spent at the church with the minister and organist, going over last minute details of the ceremony and music.  Isabelle looked on with mild interest and caught Jack’s eye now and then, shooting him a look of amusement.  Jack felt he should make conversation with Cecile, though he had only a very vague idea of what would interest her.  Boys, probably, he thought.

“So, is your school coeducational?” he asked.

“Oh, we have boys alright,” Cecile said in the charming Franco-American accent that she shared with her sister.

“Well if there is anything I can do to make your stay with us more enjoyable, just let me know,” Jack said, feeling he had done his duty.

Cecile leaned over and said in a throaty whisper that only Jack could hear, “You better stop fucking my sister.”

Jack face registered his shock for a millisecond before he regained his composure and wondered if he was hearing things.  Isabelle caught his look and smiled.  Jack turned to look at Cecile with a tight smile and said, “I’m sure that Kelly will help you feel at home.”

She leaned over and whispered again, “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll tell your wife about Isabelle and you.”

“I see,” said Jack slowly, “I”ll see what I can do.”

He chewed his salad carefully, his mind whirling through the possibilities.  Cecile dressed to show off her extremely sexy body, and she clearly enjoyed the power it gave her over men.  But was she just trying to show she could control him or did she really worry about her sister?  Carmen tolerated his philandering, but would she be as accepting of Jack fucking their daughter-in-law?  Even as he thought through the possibilities, he was mentally undressing her.  At eighteen, she was a few years younger than her sister, Isabelle, but they could have passed for twins.

The maid had just cleared away his salad plate and set down his main course when he felt his pants being unhooked and his fly unzipped.  With an effort, he avoided looking at Cecile and concentrated on cutting his meat.  He wore no underwear and she quickly began to stroke his cock under the table.  In spite of his best efforts, Jack’s hardon was raging virtually at once. She began to give him a slow hand job, pausing every so often.  He sneaked a sidelong glance at her – she was playing with her food with her fork in her left hand and smiling maliciously.

Jack worked very hard to keep a poker face.  The strain was enormous, though and a bead of sweat formed on his brow.  Carmen, Martin and Kelly were oblivious to his condition, but Isabelle shot over searching looks now and again.

Jack did not know what to do.  He slid a hand under the table and tried to extricate his cock from her grip, but she would not let go.  Her ministrations were so expert and erotic, that he could not calm his member.  It remained engorged and at her mercy.  Then she dropped her fork under the table.

“Oh excuse me, I’ve dropped my fork,” she announced before diving under the table.  In short order her young lips slid over his cock head and she quickly began sucking on him.  Her lips formed a tight seal around his cock and her small pink tongue flicked at his dimple, lapping up musky pre-ejaculate.

Just as quickly, she was gone.  She sat back in her seat, continued her handjob with her right hand and put her left forefinger in her mouth and made a gentle sucking sound.  “Mrs. Grierson, what you serve at your table is exquisite!”

Carmen looked up from her conversation, slightly annoyed, but still pleased with the compliment.  “Oh, thank you, dear,” she said vaguely, before returning to her discussion with Martin.

Poor Jack was now in a physical agony.  She kept speeding up the rate of her handjob, bringing him to the verge of climax. Then each time she slowed down and kept him dangling. More sweat formed along his brow.  He was sure that Carmen would notice. In spite of his best efforts, he began to have trouble controlling his breathing.

“Are you OK, dear?” asked Carmen suddenly.

“Hot in here,” he muttered, looking vacantly at his food.

“Conchita, turn up the AC, please,” Carmen called out.

“Yes, ma’am,” they all heard Conchita from the serving hatch.

Finally, Cecile miscalculated.  On her next acceleration, Jack willed himself up and over and began to come. He covered his cock (and her milking hand) with his napkin and began a violent bout of coughing to cover his contortions as he spouted a huge load into the napkin and over her hand. He kept coughing and in response to Carmen’s alarm, gasped out, “I need to throw up in the bathroom.”

Holding the napkin over his crotch, he managed to rush from the parlor and into the safety of the adjoining bathroom.  Once in, he locked the door and leaned on the sink, breathing heavily.  The little minx, he thought.

As his breathing slowed, he quickly washed himself and disappeared into his suite to change.  He considered his options.  If he allowed Cecile to get away with this, there was no telling what she would do next.  She would always have the threat of telling Carmen and causing an irreparable rupture in the Grierson household.  He needed to talk to Isabelle.

He cautiously descended the stairs, hoping to avoid coming up on Cecile again.  When he entered the parlor, there was no one there but Conchita, clearing up.

“Hi Conchita, do you know where Miss Isabelle is?” he asked.

“I think she is with Mrs. Grierson and Mr. Martin in the library, sir,” Conchita answered stolidly.

Jack made his way to the library and standing outside the door, crooked his finger when Isabelle looked up and saw him.  He faded out of view.  He only had to wait a moment.  She made an excuse and came out to him.  Jack took her by the elbow and steered her quickly into his study that was further along in the same wing of the house.  Once in, he closed and locked the door.

“Jack, you know I’d love to fuck you, but Carmen and Martin will be expecting me back in minutes … ”

“I’d love to fuck you too, but that’s not what I want to talk to you about,” Jack said quickly.  “Do you know what happened to me at lunch?”

Isabelle smiled.  “I don’t know, but I can guess,” she said, smiling.  ‘Isn’t Cecile something?’

Jack was not amused.  “She said she would tell Carmen about us,” he said roughly.

Now Isabelle giggled.  “Let her.  Carmen knows about your infidelities, she won’t mind.”

Irritated as he was, Jack was shocked.  “What you saying, Isabelle?  Have you lost your mind?  This is different, you are our daughter-in-law, Martin’s wife.  Carmen dotes on Martin.  She will never forgive us.”

Isabelle laughed and waved her arm dismissively.  “You are over-reacting, Jack.”

Jack changed tack. “How does Cecile know about us?”

“I told her, silly,” said Isabelle, completely oblivious to Jack’s seriousness.  “My sister and my mother are my best friends.  I tell them everything and they tell me everything.  Cecile was SO excited by what I told them about you!”

Jack began to think he was in some horrible nightmare. 

“Isabelle,” said Jack, speaking slowly as to one who is slow to understand, “This is not funny.  You need to talk to Cecile and make her understand that this is very serious.  The happiness of her sister, that is your happiness, is at stake, as well as the happiness of the rest of your married household.  You need to make her understand that she must swear to keep our relationship secret.”

“Why would Carmen mind, Jack?  She knows you fuck your executive assistant, Farah Hojjat, and lots of other women.  Why should I be different?”

Jack threw his hands in the air.  He gritted his teeth to keep from shouting.

“For the last time, Isabelle, you are our daughter-in-law!  Carmen will not treat you like just any other woman.  Your sister, Cecile is a dangerous loose cannon and she’s going to make many men unhappy.  Well, I’m not going to be one of them!  You’ve got to help me here.”

Isabelle sighed.  “OK, OK.  I still think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.  I’ll talk to her.”

Jack persisted.  “That’s not good enough.  I want to be there.  I want you to tell her in no uncertain terms that if she repeats this there will be severe consequences.  And I want you to spell out some pretty severe consequences.”

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3.        Later that afternoon, Isabelle, Cecile and Jack did have a rather stormy meeting in Jack’s study.  Jack was gratified to find Isabelle back him up to the hilt.  She cajoled and then finally threatened to cut off her allowance. This got through to Cecile.  She glared balefully at Isabelle and then at Jack, but she reluctantly agreed to their terms. If their secret got out, Cecile lost her spending money.

“Thank you, Isabelle,” said Jack at the end of the interview.  “I’d like to have a few final words with Cecile, if that’s OK with you.”

Isabelle nodded and left the study, pulling the door shut behind her.

“Cecile,” Jack said in his most authoritative voice, “I know your father should be disciplining you.  But since he obviously has not, I believe that I should instruct you, as he should have.  Come here.”

Jack sat on the desk and she approached him.  The shoe was on the other foot now and she was off balance, not quite knowing what to expect.  As she came up to him, Jack stood up and walked around behind her.  Suddenly, with a quickness that contrasted sharply with his serious demeanor, he caught her by the nape of the neck, just below the tie of her bikini bra.  He pushed her face down on the desk and hiked her skirt up around her waist.  The perfect round globes of her buttocks were naked now, separated by the thin orange strip of her thong that was topped by its butterfly rear triangle.  His free hand gently caressed each firm buttock in turn.

“Oh, Jack,” Cecile cried. She sounded rather excited. “What are you doing? Are you going to spank me? Do it! Do it!”

Then he drew his free hand back and struck each buttock as hard as he could with the flat of his palm.  The two swift blows sounded like pistol shots and were followed almost immediately by Cecile’s agonized wail.  Clear red imprints of his hand began to appear almost immediately.

“These were for what you did to me at lunch,” he said grimly.  “This is what I would do if I were your father.”

 “Merde!” Cecile cried. “Do it again, asshole!”

Jack still held her down on the desk and paused. He was surprised. This was not the reaction he expected. Then leaning very close to her, so that she could have no doubt of the size of his hard on, he whispered in her ear – “But I am NOT your father.  I’m going to remind you that blackmail is dangerous and does not pay.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, voice trembling with repressed excitement.

“I’m going to show you how a woman should be fucked.”

Still holding her down, he pulled down her thong panties till they slipped down and gathered around her ankles.  He reached under her and kneaded first one firm, young breast and then the other.  She was breathing hard now, great juddering breath that caused her shoulders to heave. 

“You’re a great bully!” she cried.  “I hate you! But don’t stop. I can take you! You’re just doing what I want anyway!”

Without ceremony, ran his fingers around her pussy. Jack felt a metal ring – she had a pussy ring! He pushed two fingers into her cunt and began to piston her hard.  She struggled, but with his strength and weight, it was hopeless.  She caught her breath between gasping intakes of breath. Slowly she sounded more and more excited.

“If you want me, why are you fighting me?” he asked.

“I’ll fight you, because it’s more exciting for me, you bastard!” she cried. “Let me go! Let me go!”

Even with her cries and struggling, it seemed to be a show, for her buttocks undulated in a manner that suggested that she was quite excited by what he was doing to her.

“When you behave like a whore, I’ll treat you like a whore,” said Jack, continuing to twist his fingers in her cunt.  He felt her damp vagina becoming sopping wet. He ran his thumb over her clit – it was engorged.

“Mon dieu!  Je sens venir!  Je vais avoir un orgasme!!”  (My God!  I feel it coming!  I’m having an orgasm!!)

She thrashed on the desk as her climax wracked her.  She finally grew quiescent, but Jack still held her tightly.  He unzipped his trousers and released his rampant hard on.  Her young body stoked his craving and he could not wait or show finesse. 

He pushed his cockhead into her vagina, reveling in her tightness, her warmth, her wetness and the firmness of her young body. In the same movement, he rammed his huge cock all the way in till his balls slapped against her rounded behind. He felt the cold metal of her pussy ring against his shaft.

“You behaved like a bitch, so I’ll fuck you doggie-style!” he said grimly.

She screamed, but Jack did not care.  He pulled back almost out of her and rammed into her again saying, “I’m going to keep fucking you till you say you’re sorry!”

“Mon dieu!” she cried.  “Vous êtes si grand! Baise moi!”  (My God! You’re so big! Fuck me!) 

Still encased deep in her, he untied the halter top of her bra and rolled up her net mesh top.  Pulling down the cups of her orange bra, he took a firm young breast in each hand.  Kneading them hard and tweaking her nipples, he began to fuck her with a hard and driving rhythm.  He pounded her with long, hard thrusts.  Each thrust drew a scream from her.  She twisted in his grip, a mare subjected to the violent rutting of a stallion.

With each thrust, he said, “You’re a tight, young bitch!  You’re tits are gorgeous!  I’m going to make you beg for more!”

She responded by crying out in French.

“Vous me baiser si dur! Vous êtes tellement plus profond de moi! Comme un bar chaud de l'acier! Ne t'arrête pas!”  (You’re fucking me so hard!  You’re so deep inside me!  Like a hot bar of steel! Don’t stop!)

Then there were several knocks on the door.

“Jack?  Are you in there?  What’s going on?”  It was Carmen’s voice.  Jack froze, his cock deeply embedded in Cecile.  She was panting and her body was covered with a sheen of sweat.  Her orange bra was tied around her like a damp rag and Jack kept kneading her breasts.

“I’m here,” said Jack.  “I’ll come and see you in a fifteen minutes.”

“Is Cecile in there?  Her mother is on the phone.”

“Yes,” said Jack, thinking quickly.  “Cecile is in here.  I’ve been talking to her about the wedding.”  And I’ve got my cock deep in her pussy, he thought.

“Well, open the door and let me give her the phone.”

“No, no,” said Jack hastily.  “I’ll send her out right away.”

He pushed down on Cecile with all of his weight, driving the breath out of her.  “Not a word about this,” he whispered.  “Or about Isabelle and me.  You see what I can do to you.”

He slowly pulled his cock out of her and stood up.  She lay on the desk for a long moment.  Her pussy looked extremely inviting, peeping out between her the ass cheeks of her naked derriere.  Finally, Cecile pulled her thong panties up, snugged them on her wet pussy and pulled down her skirt.  She pulled her bra back up and plumped her breasts with her hands to settle the cups on the swells.  Then she reached up and tied the halter top back on and rolled down her net top.  She gave Jack a long stare.

“I hate you,” she said, venomously.

But as he watched, a thin trail of her feminine juices leaked out of thong and slid down her inner thigh.

“Yes, but you want me,” he said.  “Look at how excited you are.”

“I want you to fuck me, you bastard. But I still hate you.”

She turned and fled.  Jack sat down on the desk again, and looked down at his raging hard on. He shook his head. He’d known a lot of women, but Cecile seemed psychotic.

-

4.        Friday dawned bright and sunny.  The Grierson household was in a state of controlled chaos, as numerous members of Carmen’s family arrived and were ensconced in various guest suites.  Jack escaped into his study and buried himself in busy work online with his office.  Around ten, there was a knock on the study door and before he could answer, it swung open.  Isabelle stood there, resplendent in a clingy sun-dress and strappy sandals.  Her eyes twinkled mischievously.  Jack felt hope rise and half stood behind the desk.  Then, as Isabelle entered the room, an equally tall and imperious woman with jet-black hair followed her in.

“Jack Grierson,” Isabelle said formally.  “Allow me to introduce my mother, Simone Louise Marie-Therese, Baroness de Croissy, Comtesse de la Roque.”

Louise swept up to the desk and raised her arm, saying, “Enchante, M’sieu Grierson.”  His name rolled thickly on her heavy French accent.

Jack took her hand rather stiffly and kissed it.  ‘The pleasure is all mine, Countess.’

Louise inclined her head at Isabelle, who mutely withdrew from the room.  Louise had had Isabelle very young, and was only forty.  However, she looked ten years younger.  Her figure was full and flawless – she could have been Isabelle’s older sister.  She wore a black backless halter-top sundress with a long slit and black open-toe pumps with small gold buckles.  She sat down and crossed her legs.  The slit fell open, revealing a perfect leg, almost to her hip.

Jack felt his mouth go dry and sat uncertainly on the desk top, looking down her tight cleavage.  It was very, very inviting.  The brightly sparkling diamond choker at her throat enhanced its effect.

“So I hear you have been fucking one of my daughters and spanking the other,” Louise began conversationally.

“Well, I … I … ,’”Jack was stammered.

“Well, I must say that Cecile has it coming to her,” Louise went on without deigning to notice his expostulations. “And spanking may restrain her wilder impulses.  But fucking Isabelle!  Your own daughter-in-law!  Are you proud of cuckolding your own son?”

“Martin doesn’t know,” said Jack.

“And what if I tell him?”

“You wouldn’t ruin your own daughter’s marriage, would you?”

“Don’t be so sure.  If you want me to keep your little secret, you must stop fucking Isabelle,” said Louise primly.  She rose and smoothed her skirt, closing the slit.  She turned strolled to the door, her hips swinging on her high heels.  Jack could see where Cecile got the hip action in her gait.

Louise paused at the door.  “And don’t think you can keep Isabelle from telling me,” she said over her shoulder.  “She tells me everything.  Everything.   You may be her lover, but I am her mother.”

Louise stood there with her hand on the doorknob to let her words sink in.  Her bare back was finely muscled, but Jack could see the tension there.  He crossed the room in a few long strides.  Before she could swing the door open, he was on her.  He reached under her armpits and he cupped a breast in each hand, squeezing and kneading the firm mounds through the thin sundress. 

“How would YOU like a little of what Isabelle has been getting, Countess?” he breathed into her ear.

He was able to grasp a nipple between each thumb and forefinger, tweaking hard. Her pain was sharp and intense.  A cry rose in her throat, but she stifled it so only a gasp escaped her.  She felt his gathering tumescence on her rump.

Her muteness lulled him into complacency.  She twisted very suddenly, breaking his grasp on her breasts and coming face to face with him.  In the same motion, her right hand drew back and she slapped him, so hard that the red imprint of her fingers immediately began appearing on his face.  The shock caused him to back up half a step.  In this moment, she opened the door and disappeared with the click of latch.  All that remained in the room was the mesmerizing essence of her – a combination of her very subtle perfume and her womanly pheromones.

“My God,” Jack murmured to himself.  “What a woman!  I don’t think her daughters measure up to her.”

He had a raging hard-on that stretched his pants like a tent.

- 

5.        Twenty minutes later, Jack emerged from his study.  His whistled tunelessly and wandered around the house, his hands in his pockets.  His encounter with Louise and his dry hump with Cecile the previous day, had all left him horny and worse, frustrated.  Cecile wanted to fuck him, but she was out shopping. Isabelle wanted to fuck him, but she was now off limits.  He wanted to fuck Louise, but she didn’t want him – at least it seemed that way.

Isabelle was in the morning room, resplendent in her wedding dress.  The designer Daphne Yoo, and her wardrobe assistants were fussing over her with needles and scissors, making last minute alterations.  Martin was there as well, smiling and getting in the way.  They all said “Hi,” as he walked in.

“Where’s your mother?” he asked Isabelle casually. 

“She’s gone up to her room to rest,” Isabelle replied.  “She was pretty jet-lagged.  She should be much better by the evening.  Martin, be a doll and get me a cup of tea.  I’m parched standing here in this thing.”

Martin nodded and disappeared.  Isabelle crooked her finger at Jack.  He came up to her.

“I’ve got a secret to tell you,” she said, her eyes bright.  She was obviously very excited and happy.

“Tell me,” he smiled.  His hands were firmly in his pockets, his excitement stoked rather than becalmed by all the female presence in the room.

“Come here, you silly boy,” she giggled.  “I want to whisper in your ear.”

He shrugged and came close, carefully stepping around one of the wardrobe assistants working on Isabelle’s hem. Isabelle leaned forward so her lips were almost touching his ear.

“I’m pregnant,” she mouthed.

Jack stepped back.

“Martin will be very happy,” he deadpanned.  “Does he know?”

Isabelle rolled her eyes and motioned with her hand impatiently.  He came up to her again and put his ear to her mouth.

“Martin is fanatical about birth control,” she hissed.  “It’s yours!  Our baby!  I’m so happy!”

Jack stepped back and eyed Isabelle up and down in her shoulderless white silk gown and gauzy white veil.  Daphne Yoo raised Isabelle’s arms began working on the bust of the gown under the armpit.  Isabelle’s breasts tightened and her cleavage grew more pronounced.

“I might as well be a tailor’s dummy to these women,” Isabelle sighed.

Jack felt he was going to burst.

“I’ll see you later, Isabelle,” he said shortly.  He walked out of the morning room and out on the porch.  Another baby!  This one would stay in the family!  A grandson that was really his son!  His throat grew dry.  He felt a rush of tenderness towards Isabelle

-

6.        It seemed that everyone was busy in the house except for him.  The father of the groom and, he chuckled inwardly to himself, the father of the bride’s lovechild. He puttered about the mansion from room to room, unable to fix on something concrete to do.  Half an hour slipped by.  He passed the morning room again – Isabelle had changed out of her wedding gown and was talking animatedly to Daphne Yoo with Martin at her elbow.

He walked on.  He heard Carmen’s animated voice coming from the parlor.  He looked in – the caterer was there, scribbling furiously as Carmen spoke.  Jack did not register her words, just the cascade of sound as she went on and on.  Finally, she stopped and the caterer gathered his papers, shook hands and withdrew.

Carmen bustled up to him, smoothing some blonde strands of hair behind her ears.  “There you are,” she said brightly.  “I’m run off my feet, so many things to do and the wedding almost upon us!  Come give me company, I’ve got to get a few things from upstairs.”

Jack obediently followed her up the stairs.  Carmen wore a yellow skirt with a flowery print, a tight, black off-the-shoulder nylon-spandex top and matching black stockings with a subtle fishnet pattern.  Her feet were in sling-back pink fuck-me pumps.  Her round rump moved pleasingly before him up the stairs.  He could see her black bra back-strap through the tight.

They entered Carmen’s suite and the thought that had been a passing fancy in the parlor downstairs grew into an obsessive craving.  While Carmen’s body held no secrets for him, it was undeniably gorgeous.  He was so horny!  He really needed a fuck right now.  And Carmen was the only woman in the house that he could fuck with impunity.

They were by Carmen’s huge bed on the way to her boudoir.  As he had with Louise, he reached under Carmen’s armpits and he cupped a breast in each hand.  As he squeezed and kneaded, Carmen said brusquely, “Not now, Jack, really.  I’ve a million things to do.  Save your ardor till after the wedding.”

But Jack did not stop.  Nor did he speak.  He found the zipper to her skirt and it fluttered to the ground around her ankles in a pinkish cloud.  She wore a black silk thong with yellow flashes, so she felt both the heat and hardness of his tumescence against her bare rump.  One of Jack’s hands descended to her crotch and began to knead.

“Jack, stop this minute!  Be responsible for once!  Let me go!!”

Jack pulled her tight spandex top up around her armpits. He exposed her lacy black strappy bra.  He pulled the cups down and massaged the firm and familiar mounds rather roughly. 

“Jack, this is ridiculous!” she stormed.  “What’s gotten into you? Stop this instant!  Stop, I say!”

“Are you sure you want me to stop, Carmen? You always cum when I fuck you.”

“Oh Jack, your timing is just so bad,” she moaned.

At this point, Martin and Isabelle walked by the partially open door to Carmen’s suite.  Martin heard his mother’s distressed cries and hastened into the anteroom.  Isabelle was only a half step behind him and saw the scene over his shoulder through the partially ajar anteroom door.  She caught his arm and as he turned to her, she put her finger over her lips and hissed, “Quiet, Martin!”

Jack tweaked Carmen’s her meaty nipples between thumb and forefinger, repeating his encounter with Louise.  Her words dissolved into mews.  This was all very new to her.  Jack had never treated her this way.  He had never been this rough with her. And she was shocked to discover, that the rougheness was getting her very excited.

Martin was furious.  “He’s raping her!” he whispered sharply to Isabelle.

“How do you know they don’t do this all the time?” Isabelle whispered back.  “They’re married!  They can have sex any way they want, you know.”

After a brief pause, Isabelle continued.  ‘Your mother has beautiful boobs.’

Martin was thinking the same thing himself.  He had often seen his mother in a bikini, sometimes in lingerie, but the sight of her bare breasts excited him.  The sight of near nakedness brought his shameful sense of desire for his mother back to the surface.  The scene unfolding before him held him spellbound, rooted to the spot.  Isabelle’s arms reached around him and he felt his fiancee’s full breasts tightly against his back, her nipples hardening and poking him through thin layers of clothing.

Jack reached down again and was gratified to find that the crotch of Carmen’s panties had become quite damp.  He raised his musky fingers and pushed them into her lips.  Smelling her own sex up close caused her to grunt with surprise.  As she did so, Jack stripped the black thong down around her ankles.

Jack manhandled her towards the large king size bed.  She tripped as her ankles caught in her thong.  She stepped out of them to regain her balance.  As she did so, Jack pushed her onto the bed.  In the same motion, he stepped out of his pants with practiced ease.  Carmen was on her hands and knees on the bed, her naked breasts between her hiked up top and pulled down black bra.  Her round rump was pleasingly elevated over her black stockings held up by tie-on pink garters.

‘What a wonderful ass she has,’ Isabelle whispered in Martin’s ear.

Martin realized that his cock had grown very hard.  His face was hot and flushed and he was acutely aware that Isabelle’s hands were moving sensuously over his chest and drifting lower.

One of Jack’s hands sank into Carmen’s blonde mane, while the other reached around her and found her now-naked crotch.  He pulled her head up with his left hand, while roughly manipulating her clit with his right.  His lips fastened onto her throat and his breathing was hot in his ears.

‘Jack, don’t, please don’t’ Carmen panted.  But she arched her neck under his lips.  ‘Oh, my tits!  My nipples!!  Please don’t make me!!’

Jack was adept at the reverse psychology inherent in the situation.  In response, he caught her nipples between thumb and forefinger again and squeezed repeatedly and hard.

‘Omigod!  Omigod!!  OMIGOD!!!’  Carmen’s cries rose in pitch as Jack savagely mauled her nipples and aureoles.  Along with her cries, her vaginal fluids were beginning to flow.

‘I’m going to fuck you in the ass,’ he hissed in her ear.

‘Ooh!  Oooh!!  OOOH!!’ Carmen squealed as Jack’s sank his right middle finger into her anus up to the second knuckle.  He withdrew it, pushed it into her wet cunt and sank the lubricated digit into her ass again.  He pistoned her slowly, pulling her head back by her hair as he did so, arching her back like a bowstring.  Her breasts jounced as his palm slapped her round rump with each thrust.

‘You’re my anal virgin, pet,’ Jack breathed into her ear.

Carmen shuddered – but it was only partly from fright.  She could no longer conceal her mounting excitement.  Her mouth was half open as she gasped for air, her body was bathed in sweat and droplets formed on her abused nipples, quivering before dripping onto the bedspread.  Her cunt was dripping as well.  Then with a gentleness that contrasted with his rough pulling of her hair, his right forefinger joined his middle finger and invaded her anus.  As he continued to piston her and pull her head back, she gradually relaxed and stopped clenching her anus against his invading fingers.

He continually whispered in her ear, like he was riding a recalcitrant mare – ‘Easy does it; what a fine ass you have; its so warm; its so tight; easy, easy, girl …’.

As she relaxed, the discomfort of his anal digital penetration eased.  Her arousal was undiluted now.  She began to thrust her rump back as he pushed his fingers into her.  As she did this he increased the tempo of his anal insertions and simultaneously tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head back further.

She was panting like a bitch in heat now.

‘OMIGOD!!  What are you doing to me?!  JACK!!  I want to come!  Fuck my cunt!!  NOW!!  NOW!!’

This was a Carmen Jack had never seen before.  She had never made him this hard.  He had no idea that his ice queen had a core of fire.  He slowly withdrew his fingers from her ass.  Still holding her head back, arching her back to the max, he slapped her buttocks cheeks hard.  The slaps sounded like two pistol shots and she screamed.  Her hands rubbed her sore rump and she caught her breath as she stifled her sobs.

He used her distraction to guide his engorged member to her slightly stretched anal entrance.  He pushed his fore- and middle fingers into her cunt and used her vaginal fluids together with his own weeping pre-ejaculate to lubricate his huge cock.  Quickly, before she had time to react and clench her ass, he pushed his cockhead into her ass.  She screamed again, but he was whispering softly into her ear again, calming her and pinching her nipples to distract her from the pain in her ass.

He pulled her hair, he pinched her nipples hard, but he pushed his cock into her anus gently.  He rocked back and forth, penetrating her just a few millimeters each time.  The pain subsided into discomfort as her excitement rose. 

‘God, Jack!!  OMIGOD!!  Don’t do this to me!!  I can’t!!  You’re tearing me apart!!  OH!!  OOH!!  OOHH!!’

Even as he kept a firm rein on her hair, his right hand now ranged over her body, cupping her magnificent breasts, the swell of her belly and then settling into her crotch.  He teased her clit and steadied her mount, all the while increasing his penetration of her tight ass.   With a final little thrust, he completed her impalement, his mount slapping into her firm round rump.  He held her tight, he fingers manipulating her clit, his tongue now tracing patterns on the sensitive skin just below her ear.

She had not felt its onset, so both Jack and she were surprised by her sudden orgasm.  It was sharp, hard and short.  She felt her body tense, she bucked once, twice and then she was limp.

This was too much for Martin.  With a strangled gasp, he came, gushing into his briefs.  Behind his back, Isabelle smiled to herself.

‘Hold on, darling, the fun’s just beginning,’ Isabelle whispered.

Sure enough, Jack drew back and pushed a sharp four-inch thrust into Carmen’s ass.  It drew a strangled cry.  But her anus was warm, lubricated and becoming accustomed to the huge cock that impaled it.  He thrust again and again, each time a little longer and a little harder.  Each time, her cries were higher and more urgent, the cries she made as she mounted to orgasm.

Jack was now riding her hard – his mount slapped sharply on her rump.  She felt the approach of a second much more intense orgasm.  She bucked and twisted, meeting his thrusts.  Her breasts jounced in time to her bucking.  One hand caught the wrist buried in her hair, the other caught the wrist at her crotch.

Jack could sense her coming orgasm and felt the onset of his own eruption.  He waited and waited and when he felt her first clenching contraction, he let go.  He unloaded the huge mountain of his long frustration, pumping huge jets of thick musky jism into her.  Carmen was too hoarse to scream.  Panting gasps escaped her as her body went through a series of juddering contractions – the hardest orgasm of her life.

-

Isabelle drew Martin away down the corridor to their own room.

‘The bastard!  The bastard!’  Martin kept repeating.  ‘I hate him!  He’s just a worthless lowlife who married her for her enormous wealth.  He knows he’s scum, so he’s always tortured her.  How she suffers!  I can’t bear it!’

Isabelle smiled at the classic Freudian situation.

‘I think she seemed to enjoy herself,’ she said mildly.  ‘And you seemed to have a good time too.’

Martin muttered intelligibly.  Isabelle gave him a hand job and when that failed, she took his limp cock in her mouth in an attempt to bring it to life.  But Martin had blown his wad – she could not get him erect.

-

Carmen and Jack lay intertwined on her bed, sated and on a high in the afterglow of their orgasms.  The soreness from all her rough handling had not yet set in and Carmen smiled dreamily.  Jack’s thick semen oozed out of her ass and stained the bedspread.  Jack grinned and patted the red marks on her rump.

‘I can’t believe it took twenty years of marriage for us to discover this,’ whispered Carmen into Jack’s ear.

‘I never thought you would enjoy rough sex, pet,’ said Jack.  ‘I can ride you harder if you like.’

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.  His tongue immediately invaded her mouth and her tongue sparred with it gently.

‘Once in a while, Jack,’ she said seriously, coming up for air.  ‘Once in a great while I think I’ll enjoy it.  But if you do this to me again without my consent, I’ll tell Daddy and he’ll break you.’