Any Chance We Could Ch. 30

"What I do know is that all of us shamelessly flirt with him and he usually returns the favor, now that he knows that Scott doesn't mind him looking at us." Teasing her mother Mary Claire added as they walked to the den, "I told you you were gorgeous. Tonight he's going to be dreaming of fucking you."

"I don't know about that," Corrine giggled. "But seeing him admire me did make me feel good. If that handsome man had told me to lie down and spread my legs I would have meekly laid back, pulled my skirt up and invited him to be the first man other than your father to fuck me."

"You better be prepared to receive more attention. There's another handsome man who'll be home shortly who is going to adore you. He'll be eager to fuck you with his firm hot cock."

"You are really taken by Scott," Corrine said not as a question but as a matter of fact.

Mary Claire nodded her head. Looking into her mother's eyes she replied, "Absolutely! Besides being handsome he's kind, generous man who's a sensitive as well as an excellent lover."

As her daughter headed to the kitchen, Corrine wondered if her daughter was merely infatuated with this man or was in love with him. She hoped it was more the former than the latter. She privately thought, I hope she doesn't get hurt. Being in love with a married man or a man who is engaged is asking for a mess of trouble.

Corinne still was sitting in the den watching the evening news when both Ashley and Katrina arrived home. On their way to the kitchen they didn't even glance in the den and notice Corrine. Seeing Mary Claire they both embraced her and kissed her on the lips. As they were approaching the foot of the stairs, Corinne stood from the plush easy chair. They knew the woman who was walking towards them smiling was Mary Claire's mom by the facial resemblance.

Katrina was the first to take her hand and said with a broad smile, "I'm Katrina Appleton and this is Ashley Bryce, soon to be Ashley Appleton. It's so nice to meet you Mrs. Peters. Welcome to our home."

"Please, no 'Mrs. Peters'. I'm Corrine."

"Corrine it is," Ashley agreed. "We need to change and we'll be back down in a few minutes."

"Mary Claire, your mother's gorgeous," Ashley said over her shoulder in the direction of the kitchen .

"Thanks, I think so too," yelled back a happy Mary Claire.

A still blushing Corinne walked into the kitchen and said, "What beautiful young women."

"That they are," her daughter nodded. Then she warned her mother, "If those two get you into their bed, watch out. They're more than a handful."

"Oh really," Corrine said wistfully as her imagination tried to picture being with those two vivacious young women.

Ten minutes later Ashley and Katrina returned both clad in short skirts and knit tops, tight knit tops, hose and heels. As soon as Ashley sat in a kitchen chair and crossed her legs, Corinne realized that not only she but probably Katrina as well were wearing garter stockings. "I'm glad you clued me into the dress code in this lovely house," said Corinne to her daughter.

"Yeah, Mom's gone for a few days so we thought we'd distract him so he wouldn't be lonely. Is it safe to assume that you're both staying for dinner and beyond?" asked Ashley.

"If you're comfortable with me, sure, why not," smiled Corinne.

Katrina moved to Corrine's side and bent over. As she bent she noticed Corrine's eyes looking at how her top hugged her breasts. Katrina glanced at her lover who discretely winked for her to play with the older woman.

The bright eyed smiling young woman gently turned Corrine's face to the side and upward to look into her eyes. "Has your daughter told you that she's been with my sister and me as lovers, and that we find beautiful women like you to be irresistible?"

Corrine was unable to utter a word. Her heart was thumping and she was lost in Katrina's penetrating brown eyes as she nodded her head.

Katrina lightly kissed her and ran her tongue along the older woman's gloss covered lips. "Mmmmm, delectable. We'll get to know each other more another time." She smiled before kissing Corrine for a little longer. Goosebumps covered Corinne's arms and she felt her thong dampen. She felt a bit light-headed about what had just happened. "My God, Mary Claire where did you find such wonderful people?" she asked rhetorically.

All four were sitting and chatting at the dining room table when I arrived. My attention was immediately drawn to Corinne and I stuck out my hand to her first. "Scott Appleton, welcome to our home, can I assume you're Mary Claire's mother?"

"I am, and so nice to meet you," said Corinne rising. Ashley was the closest to me and she threw her arms around my neck and gave me an open mouthed kiss and I caressed her ass. "Garter stockings, eh," I said.

Mary Claire was next and said through our kiss, "We all have them on."

Katrina gave me the longest and most thorough kiss while I moved my hand down to her ass and pushed her pelvis against my growing erection.

I went to sit until Katrina clearing her throat and used her eyes to direct my attention to Corrine. I noticed that there was a look of expectation, that she too was part of the party.

"Would you like a kiss too, Corinne. I usually don't kiss on the first handshake, but I don't want you to feel left out."

Corinne replied by stepping toward me and surprisingly opened her mouth just as our lips met. I could feel her firm breasts against my chest, and her soft belly against mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and thoroughly kissed me, tongue and all. As she broke the kiss, she said, "I think I over reacted, sorry."

I immediately kissed her again but this time I was more aggressive and held the kiss longer. When she moaned I ended the kiss while whispering, "Don't be sorry on my account Corinne, you're a lovely woman and that was an enjoyable kiss."

"Oh, but what would your fiancée have said if she were here," puzzled Corinne.

"She'd have you in her arms by now enjoying your lovely mouth too," I grinned.

Dinner'll be ready in about thirty minutes. Let's eat on the pool deck," announced Mary Claire.

I went to change. Katrina followed me to the stairs and asked in a low voice, "Can you forget your underwear tonight? We, I guess even Corinne, want to play with your magnificent cock."

"You'll do it in front of her?" I asked.

"Sure, you'll probably fuck Mary Claire tonight and I doubt she'll be offended if you do it in front of her. Mary Claire has already told her about us and Corrine it seems is planning on staying the night," explained Katrina.

I came back down in a polo shirt and sweat shorts, my erection clearly visible. Ashley wrapped her hand around it, lightly kissed me and said "Thanks."

I noticed that Corinne was seated at the table on the deck with her legs crossed showing a good deal of a very attractive hose covered leg with her split skirt falling down on either side of her thigh. I sat adjacent to her and we both turned our chairs to face each other. While she was looking at my crotch, I was looking at her cleavage, thinking, That's a nice handful. Corinne explained what she did and talked about the amount of travel she was doing. She sounded not too happy about the travel but was enthusiastic about her job.

I was familiar with her firm. We'd invested in it until we started liquidating most of our holdings four months ago when they made management changes that we felt didn't posture them for growth. As she explained about her territory I couldn't help but smile, I knew much of it already. Over the last two years she had turned her territory into one of the more profitable territories in the country, and had done so even when they assigned a large section of Texas to another manager. Yet her company didn't recognize her abilities as they promoted some other guy whose territory had grown only because it absorbed the heart of Texas in a reorganization of territories. His growth was fictitious and yet they made him VP of their sales team.

I explained a bit about what I did and that Veronica was in commercial real estate but was currently at home most of the time preparing for our wedding and some major renovations we were going to do. I was most impressed by the nature of her questions about the financial industry and commercial real estate. From what I already knew and from our conversation, if she were to have applied to work for our firm, I suspect we'd have snapped her up.

Katrina set the table and we enjoyed a very good meal and a glass of wine for each. "Mary Claire, you're not only a beautiful young lady, but a talented artist and a fantastic cook as well," I said as we were finishing. "Before I forget, you have an appointment with the Dean Emeritus at the Wash U Art School at eleven tomorrow morning. Take several of your sketch books to show the Dean."

"Thanks, I'm really looking forward to it, and thanks for the compliment," smiled Mary Claire. "Even if the food were awful you'd still compliment me just to get between my legs."

I happened to be looking at Corinne during the last comment expecting shock, but instead Corinne just smiled and blushed slightly.

"Coffee, tea, or me?" asked Mary Claire playfully.

Lightheartedly, I replied, "Coffee now and if you're spending the night I'd like to share you with Katrina and Ashley."

Remembering her mother was there I quickly looked again at Corinne, "I apologize for that comment."

"Oh, I really don't think an apology is necessary, Mary Claire can decide who she wants to sleep with and if she wants to move in with you and Veronica, that's alright too. I'd like to see her more though, but no sense in her staying in that big empty house while I'm traveling every other week and her father travels all the time fucking his bimbo de jure." With down-cast eyes Corinne asked, "Could I interest you in an older pussy as well?"

It was Mary Claire's turn to blush and both my girls' jaws momentarily dropped before they snickered.

"You mean tonight?" I asked with surprise in my tone.

"Absolutely, I'd like to meet Veronica before I fuck you, but I can in the future if she agrees. I'm not going to fuck a married man unless I hear his wife agree or she participates." There was firmness in her voice along with a hint of pain in her eyes. Having been there somewhat myself I had sympathy for how she was feeling.

A second later I knew the source of her daughter's playful tone and spirit. "I understand that you have a hose and heels fetish," she continued. She stood, moved to within five feet of my chair, unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the deck. "See anything you might like?" she asked as she put her hands on her hips and slowly turned around.

"Nice legs, great ass, and I guess I'll hold comment on your tits 'til later," I grinned, my cock instantly getting hard and pushing against the front of my shorts. Looking at Mary Claire I asked, "Can you amend your earlier offer to coffee, tea, me or my mother?"

Mary Claire glowed as she laughed, "So amended. Or how about coffee, tea, me, my mother or my mother and me?"

"Well, your Mom can't be the only one pandering to Dad," said Ashley as she stood, unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Katrina and Mary Claire were soon similarly unattired. All the ladies sat back down except for Mary Claire who headed to the kitchen to make the coffee.

As she walked away from us Corinne remarked, "She's got a nice ass doesn't she?" as she watched her daughter walk through the patio door.

Almost immediately Katrina and Ashley began carrying dinner dishes into the kitchen. Reaching for the dishes in front me, Katrina said into my ear, "You super stud, I love you."

Ashley returned with mugs on a tray, stopped next to me and ran her hand up my leg, under my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my cock. She asked sweetly, "Something hard for dessert?"

"Of course, after coffee?" I grinned.

"Are they always like that, your daughters?" asked Corinne.

"Pretty much, yeah. They pet on Veronica as much as me. Since I started sleeping with your daughter, she's become the same." Trying to remain jovial and friendly I added, "I know it's a tough life, but thank God I get to live it." Corinne looked meditative with a hint of loneliness.

Thinking about the earlier hints of pain and anger, I added, "When I learned of my ex's affair with another woman I was in a funk for years. In my pain I lost myself in my work and cut myself off from friends. I rarely saw Katrina and when I did, though I loved her, I still kept a wall between us. I ended up not only hurting myself but also my daughter. I'm very happy that I got a new life and connected with my daughter before it was too late."

"I going to have to make changes to my life, including ending a marriage that's a marriage in name only. I only hope that Mary Claire can forgive me for being an ass of a mother," Corinne said.

"Try affection with your daughter, she'll respond." I replied with a smile as I reached for her hand and squeezed it. "She's a warm, loving young women who neither you nor I should sell short."

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On the limo ride to the hotel Grace was trying to get Veronica to respond to her gentle touches and occasional kiss on the neck, but Veronica wasn't responding. Grace was disheartened yet still hopeful that once they were at the hotel in the privacy of their own room things would change.

Veronica sat in the lobby waiting for Grace to check in and continued to hone her thoughts. Veronica smiled at Grace when she turned to look over her shoulder. Timing is the key, not to early or not too late, she reminded herself.

After tipping the bellman and hanging up the dresses Grace wrapped her arms around Veronica and passionately kissed her with an open mouth and probing tongue that Veronica was unable to avoid responding too. They were cupping the other's ass and generally trying to keep from falling down. As they broke the kiss, Veronica said, "Shit, this isn't my plan. God, your mouth feels so good and your body against mine is irresistible. Can we calm down for a while? Let's go shopping."

Giving her a curious look, Grace said "Sure."

Grace and Veronica touched up their makeup and stopped at the concierge desk and asked the young woman for a recommendation for lingerie shops. "Surely," she replied. "There's Nordstrom and also another charming boutique named 'Intimates' which is also on Market, about two blocks from the Nordstrom store. May I call a car to take you there?"

"We'd appreciate that," replied Veronica.

The concierge gave her a card and told them to call the number on it and the car would pick them up within fifteen minutes. She also asked if they needed dinner reservations for this evening . Grace replied, "Yes, someplace romantic. And could you have a car to get us there for an eight o'clock dinner, please."

"I'll take care of it. May I assume that from the way you keep looking at each other that you're partners. If so I know the perfect place, intimate, romantic with some curtained booths for your privacy. I hope I didn't offend you by asking."

"No, you didn't, thank you for your thoughtfulness. Come Grace, are we ready to leave now?" asked Veronica.

"Yes, my love, we are," grinned Grace.

The doorman had the car waiting. Arriving at Nordstrom's they browsed the dress and then the lingerie departments. Both made several purchases of sheer gowns and teddies. The associate asked if she could have the purchases delivered to their hotel when she saw the St Louis address on the screen from the debit card swipe.

"Let's walk," suggested Grace as they went toward 'Intimates'. Against her plan, Veronica took Grace's hand in hers for about five steps outside the Nordstrom store. Timing is everything Veronica nervously reminded herself as she let go of Grace's hand.

Grace looked at her and smiled while momentarily she and Veronica held hands.

'Intimates' was a treasure trove of everything feminine and soft and wonderful scents. They had an extensive selection of lotions, soaps and perfumes. As they were browsing the merchandise Veronica asked a sales clerk 'Janice' for assistance in finding a maid's uniform. "You know, not for utility, but for intimate foreplay."

"Of course," she replied, and led her to a rack of costume and theme lingerie. "Some of these are pretty tame, but a lot of them are wonderfully risqué. Are you looking for your partner, or someone else?"

"My husband and I have just hired a twenty year old who asked that I look for something sexy and suitable. I like that one with the sheer bodice and very short skirt."

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you, she isn't your partner," blushed Janice.

"No, she is, we're both bi," smiled Veronica.

"Have you seen the DVD, intimate toys and other products section yet?" Janice asked.

After choosing four outfits for Mary Claire, two semi revealing but quite sexy and two 'wear only with your lover' outfits, she handed then to Janice. She was then directed to the other products section.

Grace was already browsing and had a small handheld basket almost full with toys, DVD's and intimate lube products. Veronica noticed that it was almost six and as they were checking out she called for the car to pick them up at the shop's curbside. As they were picked up within minutes, Veronica asked the driver if he had been nearby. He replied that they're required to wait in the proximity for their guests as it was, "Just another way of providing the exemplary service we're known for."

Grace kept her hand on Veronica's upper thigh the whole way back to the hotel and Veronica put her own hand on top of it and moved closer to Grace. She was thinking, I need to reestablish control here, my libido seems to have taken over. Would it be so bad if she initiates sex tonight? I can always be in control at my own home. I really do want to fuck and be fucked. Maybe it'll just be easier if I go with the flow. How bad can that be, will it be in the papers tomorrow? Scott wouldn't care, he knows what I'm up to, maybe in this case it doesn't make any difference. She's going to be around a lot after our honeymoon, I can regain control them, I just can't let her control me or have any expectation of controlling me. I think control doesn't make any difference to her, she's horny as hell, and so dammit am I.

As Veronica and Grace were getting dressed for dinner and trying desperately to keep their hands off each other while their pussies were wetting their thongs, I called. "Veronica, I love you. … Mary Claire brought her mother Corinne to dinner. … Yes, probably. … They're all standing around in hose, heels, tops and no skirts. …No, Corinne won't until she meets you. … What'd you think? …I 'd like to. … You want to talk to her, okay here she is," and I handed the phone to Corinne.

"This is Corinne Peters, hi Veronica. … He's that. My daughter speaks highly of him, and you as well. … So it would be okay with you then. … Probably all four of us even though it'll be crowded. … No I haven't seen it. … Bryce Field eh, … Okay I'll play nice and I hope to meet you in person soon. … By the way, if Mary Claire wants to move out of our house and move here, I'm fine with it. … Let the rat bastard think whatever he wants. Enjoy your visit in San Fran. … I feel better having talked to you, now I understand why Mary Claire is so enchanted with your family. … Bye"

"Is everything alright?" asked Grace.

"Yeah, I just talked to his fuck buddy for tonight. Mary Claire's mother, they'll probably double team him with Ashley and Katrina in the cheering section," Veronica replied.

"Is that alright with you?" asked Grace taking Veronica's hands in hers. When Veronica nodded and smiled she pulled gently on Veronica's arms and their lips met in a prolonged open mouth kiss. "He's really good in bed isn't he? He must be for you to share him and with him. I can hardly wait to be in the same bed with the two of you, but that's not news to you is it?"