Very Bad Billionaires (23 page)

Chapter Two

Kelsey decided to test her seduction outfit on the security installation crew to see if it was noteworthy enough to get Delivery Guy’s attention.

As soon as the men completed their work in her bedroom, she had headed into her dressing room to prepare. The workers were fast and efficient, so she needed to be quick if she wanted to get a peter-meter reaction done before they left the premises.

Kelsey drifted into the kitchen on the pretext of checking on their work. She wore tight, white stretch shorts over her tiniest thong panties, the sheer lace ones with barely a triangle of fabric connected to a thin elastic lace band that stretched across her hips and between her butt cheeks. A pink halter bra-style crop top held up her large, round breasts. Her smooth, tanned abs rippled as she walked, and she made sure they’d know she was approaching by purposely choosing high-heeled sandals with wood platform soles that echoed as she walked on the shiny wood floors.

She cozied up to the first worker she saw when she entered the room. “Almost done?” she cooed, pretending to look over his shoulder at the work he was doing while actually eying his crotch.

“Yes, Ma’am,” the man said hoarsely, and then cleared his throat.

She nodded as she gauged his erection at an estimated eight. Then she looked around to make sure the other worker was watching them. She smiled at him and bent over, presumably to get a better look at where the hidden camera was being installed. She knew the second installer would get an almost unobscured beaver and full butt view as her skimpy shorts rode up her ass and slid into her crack.

“Mmhm. Looks good,” she said, and watched the installer’s dick rise to a nine.

Kelsey walked across the room to inspect the other man’s work.

“Oh!” She breathed in deeply. “My, how wonderful. No one will know it’s there, yet I’ll be able to see everything.” She gave him her best vixen grin.

His eyes were filled with lust, and she didn’t need to glance down at his pants to know his cock was flying at a perfect ten on the peter-meter. When she did lower her glance, she saw his large bulge protruding from his uniform, tenting out his trousers at a full ninety-degree angle.

Kelsey mentally stored away the image to be retrieved at a later date when she needed new material for her sexual escapades that had become so stimulating for husband to watch. But today was Delivery Guy Day, and she had to finish her setup for the event.

“Thank you both so much for coming over on such short notice and doing an excellent job,” she said. “All I need now is a demonstration of how to recover the taped material so I can watch what’s been recorded.”

The men practically fell over themselves, bumping into each other as they raced to show her what she needed to do.

Once Kelsey was confident that the angles were right and she knew how to retrieve and play the recorded material, she showed the workers to the door. “See you next week when you come again to install the outside cameras on the pool deck.” The excitement she saw reflected in their eyes and groins was enough to wet her panties.

“Have a good day,” she said, and waved at them before shutting the front door.

Kelsey leaned with her back against the closed door and adjusted her shorts, letting her fingers slip over the smooth lips of her pussy and slide into her soft folds—the final preparatory step for Delivery Guy’s arrival.

Spreading herself apart and tweaking her clit with one hand, she pressed inside with three fingers of her other hand. No sooner than she had brought herself to orgasm, the doorbell rang. She glanced at the front entrance’s security screen on wall and saw Delivery Guy standing outside with her package.

Kelsey smiled. Perfect timing! She wiped her wet fingers in her cleavage and smoothed her shorts before opening the door.

* * *

“Oh, that’s sooo big!” she exclaimed, looking at Delivery Guy’s crotch rather than the enormous box at his side.

“Yes, Ma’am. Would you like me to put it inside for you?”

“Yes, please,” Kelsey said, and threw the double doors open wide for him. “I’ve been so excited waiting for you to come.”

Delivery Guy threw her a sidelong glance, and she smiled sweetly for him. “With the package, that is.”

He nodded and waited while she locked the front door behind them. “Where would you like me to put this?” he asked when she turned toward him again.

Kelsey raised her eyebrows, put one hand on her hip and the forefinger of her other to her pursed lips, pretending to think about it. After about thirty seconds, she nodded, as if she had made a big decision.

“Well, it goes in the media room, which is right next to the kitchen, so follow me, please.”

She wiggled past him, knowing her butt cheeks peeked out the bottom of her shorts with each step she took, and led him down a wide hallway. Standing in the entrance, she pointed inside. “You can put that down in here.”

Kelsey noticed Delivery Guy was barely winded. He lifted the heavy box with the widescreen television she had ordered online as if it were no heavier than a feather. She watched as he maneuvered around the long, sectional sofa and set the box down on the floor in front of the widescreen television that already hung on the wall. She had a few moments to admire him from behind as he walked slowly and carefully to avoid bumping into anything.

The handsome blond Delivery Man had a well-developed upper body, and his muscled arms rippled as he lifted the box over the ottoman at the base of the sectional sofa. He squatted to place the box on the floor, and Kelsey’s eyes were drawn to his smooth, round butt as his tight cotton shorts stretched taut with his bend.

“Are you replacing the one that’s up with this new one?” he asked, breathing just slightly heavier with his final effort.

“Yes, someone is coming later to do the installation.” Kelsey sat on the arm of the sofa, about six inches away from where Delivery Guy stood.

“That box is so big and heavy. You must be very strong to lift it. And even though it didn’t seem like it was hard for you, I bet you must be thirsty. It’s so hot outside.”

She leaned back on the sofa arm, pushing her chest forward as she spoke. Her legs were spread apart just wide enough to show a hint of what was between her legs.

“Oh, it’s hard,” Delivery Guy said, his eyes scanning from her chest down to her crotch. “So, sure, I’m thirsty.”

Kelsey noticed his bulge and decided he was telling the truth about being hard. “Come with me into the kitchen, and I’ll give you something for your thirst.”

She had to walk past where he was standing to leave the room, so she squeezed through the narrow space between him and the coffee table, rubbing against him ever so slightly, but just enough to feel his hardened cock as she breezed by.

She knew she might be serving him cold lemonade, but she was planning a hot, creamy drink for herself.

Chapter Three

Upon his return, Donovan James slid a DVD into the player and sat back on the sofa in the media room to watch his new wide screen television. He loosened his pants in anticipation. If watching his wife on the big screen was just a fraction as good as when he watched her escapades live from a hidden perch, he was sure his dick would be hard in no time. He felt it stir just thinking about seeing Kelsey’s full pink lips working their magic, wrapped around a worker’s cock.

He unzipped his pants and pulled himself free, leaving his hand atop his stiffening manhood. It jumped a little as soon as the images came live on the screen. Kelsey looked so hot in her tiny shorts with her boobs overflowing the top of that tight pink little top she strapped around herself.

The audio portion was muffled, but the video was clear as a bell. He didn’t really need to hear what they had to say anyway. A picture’s worth a thousand words.

He watched as Kelsey held out a glass of lemonade to Delivery Guy. The outside of the glass was frosty and slick. As he reached over to retrieve it, she let it slip from her hand a little, just enough to spill some of the icy contents down the front of her bra top.

Kelsey jumped back, dancing around in response to the cold fluid on her skin. She laughed as she tried to dig the ice cubes out, and her big breasts bobbed up and down as she jumped around. Her nipples stood out almost an inch through the thin fabric, and she made sure to accentuate the pertness by rubbing her wet hands across her boobs as if to wipe them dry.

Donovan heard her say something like, “Fuck it. This top is too wet and cold,” before undoing the clasp in the back and letting the top drop to the floor. Her gorgeous tits stood at attention, with tanned skin to her pink, puckered nipples.

Delivery Guy was unable to help himself. He set the glass down on the counter and stepped over to grab those beauties in his hands. Donovan couldn’t hear what he said as he buried his head between her tits and moved from nipple to nipple, biting them as he squeezed the fleshy orbs.

Kelsey’s hands found his waistband and undid his button and zipper. She pulled hard and yanked his shorts and underwear down with one expert tug.

Delivery Guy’s hard massive cock sprang toward her, brushing against her abdomen while he continued to suck and squeeze her breasts. He stepped out of the clothes around his ankles and pushed them aside with his worker’s boot.

Donovan watched as Kelsey’s eyes widened. He couldn’t agree more. Delivery Guy’s cock was at least ten inches and thick as a beer can. Donovan began to stroke himself as Kelsey broke free of the worker’s grasp and knelt in front of him.

She took his length in her hands and sat back on her feet, admiring the sight before her. She put one hand under his scrotum while she lightly stroked his huge shaft from the base to the tip. She dipped one finger in the shiny pre-cum that covered the head of his cock and placed her dripping fingertip into her mouth.

Kelsey closed her eyes, and Donovan heard her murmur something about “sweet stuff” before she closed her mouth over his tip. Her tongue darted around, licking him clean. She then progressed down. It appeared to be quite an effort to stretch her mouth open wide enough to accommodate his girth, but Kelsey was a pro at giving head. She took a visible breathe and kept working those lips over his veined cock until her lips reached the base and her face was pressed into his blond pubic hair.

Delivery Guy grabbed onto her shoulders and threw his head back. As Donovan watched his face closely, it appeared even the well-hung worker was amazed at Kelsey’s accomplishment. There was no mistaking the sound of his grunts as she squeezed his balls. His hips shook, and he grabbed the back of her head, screaming out as he unloaded into her mouth.

Donovan watched Kelsey pull back, swallow, and wipe the remnants of his cum from the corners of her mouth. Delivery Guy lifted Kelsey and placed her butt on the granite counter. He turned her sideways, and Donovan saw Kelsey lie down on her back and lift her hips, allowing Delivery Guy to rip off her tiny shorts. He stopped for one second and looked at the skimpy triangle of her thong.

He poked his fingers under the lacy stretch of fabric that ran along her slit and up her crack. With one powerful pull, he ripped them off and dove his face into her pussy. His big hands pressed along the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs apart wide.

Kelsey’s screams rang out as Delivery Guy teased her clit with his teeth while easing a finger inside her. She arched her back, throwing her hips higher off the counter. Delivery Guy lifted his head for a second to comment on how wet she was and put in another finger while he tortured her clit.

As Kelsey moaned and screamed, Donovan worked himself almost to the point of coming, but he wanted to hold on and come with her.

Kelsey dropped her arm along the front of the counter and groped inside a drawer. Donovan watched as she pulled out a foil packet and waved it at Delivery Guy.

“That’s my girl. Stash the goods ahead of time,” Donovan whispered as he desperately held back from his own orgasm.

The big dude shrugged his shoulders, ripped open the wrapper, and slid the condom over his massive cock. He pulled Kelsey toward him, so that her legs draped over the edge and her butt came to the end of the counter. Pushing her legs wide apart, he entered Kelsey with one long, fast thrust.

She screamed and her eyes rolled back in her head. Donovan watched as Delivery Guy pummeled his wife on his kitchen counter. His big hands once again found her breasts, and this time he twisted her nipples as he pounded her.

Kelsey wrapped her legs around his waist, and heaved herself up to sitting position. Pushing Delivery Guy’s hands off her breasts, she leaned against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her butt off the counter.

The big guy finally got the hint of what she wanted and lifted her up, placing his hands under her butt to support her while she rode his cock.

Donovan knew the familiar sounds emanating from his wife meant she was near climax. He was just about to let loose himself when Kelsey slid over the back of the couch, on top of him, and took him in her mouth. As he watched her on his cock, he could still see her image on the screen. Just as he planned, he let go as she did, filling her mouth with his seed in person, while Delivery Guy brought her to climax on the screen.

Moments later, as Donovan softly stroked Kelsey’s head still in his lap, he watched Delivery Guy set Kelsey down on the counter, peel off his condom and drop it in the trash can, and slip back into his clothes.

He heard him say, “Thank you, Ma’am. Hope to see you again on my route,” and exit the kitchen.

* * *

Kelsey snuggled up under Donovan’s arm.

“What did you think of the video?”

Donovan ran his finger along the side of her face and down to her mouth where he traced the outline of her lips and wiped off a dot of his cum that remained.

“Better than what we rent from the porn store,” he said.

Kelsey laughed, but stopped abruptly when she saw the look on Donovan’s face. He had just gotten an idea, and it could only mean he was planning a new adventure for her.

“What are thinking, Bad Boy?”

“Where did you have the cameras installed?”

“The kitchen and master bedroom, with an appointment to have the pool deck done next week.”

Donovan nodded, but remained thoughtful. “I’m not sure I want you bringing any of the help into our bed, but call the security company and arrange for cameras to be installed everywhere in the house, including the shower stalls.”

“All right,” Kelsey said, and sat up. “What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Now that I don’t have to be here to watch you in the act, we could acquire a good library of clips for me to watch—and you, too, of course.”

Kelsey rocked her head back and forth slowly as she considered his suggestion. She had enjoyed watching the replay of her scene with Delivery Guy when she was prepping the video for Donovan. And standing behind him just now without him knowing she was there gave her a chance to see how much he enjoyed watching her. Being able to catch his cum as he let loose was an unexpected, but additional, benefit.

She nodded and snuggled next to him again. “I like the idea of having the pool deck done for workers I don’t want to bring into the house. So I’ll check out the pool service guys to see if any of them are candidates.”

She felt Donovan’s cock hardening against her. He clearly liked that idea as well.

“Do they usually come alone or as a team to clean the pool?” he asked.

“Usually two show up. One does the deck while the other adjusts the chemicals and skims the pool.”

“What do you think about taking them both on?”

Kelsey’s heart raced. A ménage! She couldn’t remember exactly what the pool cleaners looked like, but she liked the idea of being sandwiched between two hot guys. And there were so many potential possibilities for seduction out there, including using the jets in the spa. She smiled and nodded her head.

“I’ll look into that,” she said, her hand closing over Donovan’s dick, which was now bouncing up and down on his abdomen. Clearly they were in agreement about her next assignment.

She used her other hand to pull down her shorts and toss them over the back of the couch as she straddled Donovan’s face and lowered her spread pussy onto his waiting tongue.

Business talk was over. Now it was time for pleasure.

~Not the End~