Any Chance We Could Ch. 36

We parked in the garage and went through the lobby to the elevator. There were several of my young male employees just returning from lunch and there was certainly a lot of testosterone drifting Mary Claire's way. Many of them spoke to me as we got on the elevator. Finally I announced, "This is Mary Claire my long lost daughter," laughing.

We approached Cheryl and she walked around the desk and hugged Mary Claire. "So nice to see you again," she effused. "Scott, I have your package locked in the safe, do you want it now? And, oh, Emerson wanted me to call you, but go on in."

"Yes, I'll take it when I leave. Is he alone?" I asked.

"No, the new CFO from Citigroup is with him, but I think they're ready to break up," Cheryl replied.

I walked in and as I did the man and the woman sitting on the couch across from Emerson rose. I extended my hand introducing myself to Claude Genervase and Margaret Wilson. I also introduced Mary Claire as my daughter.

"We look forward to a smooth transition on Wednesday morning," smiled Claude. "Margaret's our EA and Cheryl's been very helpful. I understand that your long-term EA retired this morning. Everyone we've spoken to today has been helpful and gracious. You've run a very efficient and tight ship."

"Thanks, we've been picky about who we've employed, and it's paid off for us and our clients. Forgive me for interrupting and also for not being here earlier. A couple of pressing family matters needed my attention outside the office this morning. Do you need to spend some time with me now or would tomorrow morning work as well?" I asked.

"Emerson and his wife have asked us to dinner tonight, Margaret and I, as well as Jack and Michael who're in your back office department now. I think tomorrow morning will be fine. I look forward to seeing you then, eight-thirty good?" smiled Claude.

"Yes." I looked at Emerson and said, "Cheryl said you wanted to talk to me?"

As we entered my office Emerson closed the door, looked Mary Claire up and down and said, "Nice to see you again sweetheart, thanks for yesterday. Can you and Veronica join us tonight? I'll change the reservation if you can. I'd be more comfortable with you there. Those are a sharp bunch of guys and I don't want to misspeak anything about some of the clients that you've handled on your own."

"We'll be there. Where and when?"

"Seven. A private room at the club, so I guess I really don't need to change anything other than the number of chairs. I've got a lot of personal things to talk to you about as well, maybe the four of us could hang back after dinner? I've had Cheryl arrange a limo for them."

I took out my cell and called Veronica. "Hi, lover, up for a dinner out tonight? ... Four people from Citi, Emerson and Hazel. ... At the club at seven. ... Good. ... Just after we left, huh, well timing is everything. ... I've a few things to talk to Emerson about then I'll be home. ... I love you too, bye."

Emerson and I talked for about an hour. As we did Mary Claire visited with Cheryl, and when I walked out of the office to leave Cheryl handed me the package from Dupree. "Ooh, can I look?" asked Mary Claire.

"As soon as we get home, I want Veronica to be the first to see them." I smiled.

"Yesterday was fun wasn't it? Do you suppose Hazel is going to loosen up more? If she does, can I let Emerson fuck me?" asked Mary Claire with a coquettish look on her face.

"Hazel's change in the last week has been phenomenal. I hope she continues her liberation. And yes you may fuck Emerson, but make sure he's told Hazel and has her permission. You liked his dick yesterday, eh?" I grinned.

"Very much, you seemed to enjoy Hazel's tits and Carol loved eating her out. When do we see them again? Soon?"

As we parked on the gravel verge near the remains of the garage floor, I asked Mary Claire if she recognized the red Miata parked in the grass. Then I realized it must belong to Marty.

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Veronica had changed back into the skirt and blouse she'd worn with Evie. Marty had arrived at two and after exchanging hugs and gentle ass touching, Veronica led her to the couch in the den. After offering and getting iced teas, Veronica sat next to Marty and as she turned her torso and legs to face Marty, her skirt rode way past the stocking top and exposed two inches of her bare thigh.

Marty gasped and said, "You have beautiful legs. You're such a beautiful woman."

"Thanks. You're dressed quite becomingly yourself. I like your hair styled down and flipped. Did you do something to bring out the red highlights? Your makeup so nicely emphasizes your eyes and I now see where Katrina got her beauty. Last time you were here you were dressed very casually, jeans, cross trainers. The high heels really make your legs look nice," smiled Veronica.

Marty stood and while saying, "May I?" bent to grasp the hem of her knee length full skirt and began to lift it, not stopping at the tops of her dark tan seamed stockings but lifting it to her waist. Smiling she slowly turned revealing her black g-string, an ass that Veronica was just going to have to touch in the flesh, and an obviously shaved pussy.

"Your daughter certainly got her legs and ass from you too," sighed Veronica as she reached out and put her hand on the inside of Marty's thigh above the stocking top. Marty then spread her legs slightly as Veronica smelled her arousal and felt her warmth as she lightly touched the edge of her labia.

"Oh, my," smiled Marty. "I think I got your attention. When last we met you surely got mine. I've worked on my appearance. I've been shopping." Veronica watched her swallow before Marty looked into her eyes and said, "I'd like to share your bed." "We can do that. I'm surprised that you're so sexual. I was led to understand that you were on the edge of frigid when you and Scott were married," frowned Veronica.

"That was very true. Lots of water under the bridge since then. Is he coming home soon?"

"Probably by four, why?"

"There are many things I'd like to explain to both of you, and Katrina. With the help of a counselor friend who helped me in the past I've been evaluating my life since I got unengaged and I'd like to see if you think it's headed in the right direction. That last relationship kind of got me off track. Oh, don't worry," said Marty seeing a look of consternation on Veronica's face. "I'm not looking to get him back. I think I'll like him better married to you. Katrina, in the few conversations we've had since you two got engaged, has sounded more alive and joyful than she ever has. She speaks in glowing terms about you and your daughter. I know she's in a home full of loving and caring and I don't want to do anything to change that."

At that Veronica stood and dragged her fingertips up Marty's g-string with enough pressure that Marty involuntarily twitched saying "Oh, that's nice. Please, can we go to your bed now? I'd like to see you, all of you and I'd like you to see me. Would you like to do that?" purred Marty. Standing next to Marty Veronica in four inch heels was three inches taller.

"God, you're aggressive. Is that new too?" asked Veronica.

"Since meeting you two weeks ago and deciding that I'd like to make love to my ex-husband's future wife, yes it is. It took me since our last meeting to get up the courage to do this. I talked to some friends in Kansas City about how to do this. They recommended that I dress this way because you do. Perhaps you have some of the same fetishes that I left unfulfilled for Scott. You're bi, aren't you?"

"Yes," cooed Veronica. "Very much so." Taking Marty's hand she led her up the stairs and on the way up dropped her hand to fondle Marty's ass through her skirt.

As they entered the bedroom, Marty stopped to admire the bed and the carvings on the headboard. "We call it Bryce Field," grinned Veronica as she touched the camera switch.

Seeing the green light, Marty smiled and asked, "You're going to film us? If you are, I'd like a copy." She raised her hands to Veronica's breasts and gently squeezed and asked, "What kind of bra are you wearing? I felt bare nipples, but an underwire as well."

"Unbutton me and find out," smiled Veronica.

After opening all the buttons Marty spread open the front of the blouse and gently touched Veronica's hardened nipples. "Oh, I like that bra, what's it called?"

"A half or shelf bra. Both Katrina and Ashley wear them as well, particularly when we dress up for an evening out or just around the house to catch Scott's attention."

"Do they wear stockings or pantyhose, heels too? Short skirts?" asked Marty as she leaned into Veronica and gently kissed and lightly sucked each nipple.

"Mmmmm. Yes, to all three, sometimes no skirts. Been times when we've all been topless as well. And a couple of times, just high heels"

"Just with the four of you?" murmured Marty caressing one breast while licking the other like an ice cream cone.

"No not necessarily. Close friends have been here too. Emerson and his wife were here yesterday and we spent a couple of hours on the pool deck topless. There's just a lot of sexual freedom in our home. It's wonderful and your lips feel wonderful too. May I?" asked Veronica reaching for Marty's blouse buttons. After unbuttoning them, she pulled it out of her waistband and admired the lacy sheer bra that covered Marty's small B cup breasts. Veronica pulled her to her and while kissing her unfastened her bra and slid it down Marty's arms.

"Very nice tits," remarked Veronica bending down a bit to take each nipple in her mouth.

"Where's the camera?" asked Marty. "I hope it's capturing all of this."

"There are three and the coverage is quite good," smiled Veronica pulling Marty into her and lifting her skirt to put her hands on Marty's bare ass.

"Unzip it. On the side, let it drop," purred Marty into Veronica's mouth.

As Veronica did she felt Marty pulling down her own zipper and felt her skirt sliding down. Veronica spun Marty to put her back against her and began caressing Marty's stomach as well as her breasts. Marty put her hands behind Veronica's neck and tilted her head back to kiss Veronica. As the kiss intensified Veronica put her fingers under the top of Marty's g-string and touched Marty's engorged clit with her fingertip.

"Oh, God, can we do this in a horizontal position before I fall down," groaned Marty pulling her g-string down and off. As Veronica released her to climb on the bed, she asked, "Should we close the door?"

"That won't stop anyone. We have free access to all the bedrooms in this house, just get up here with me," added Veronica sliding her g-string off.

Veronica lightly pushed Marty into a prone position and began kissing and nibbling her down her chest and stomach before laving her very damp slit. She felt Marty touching her leg and accommodatingly turned and straddled Marty's face. After enjoying a mutual orgasm, they sat side by side to recover before they would enjoy each other again.

When Mary Claire and I returned, she stayed outside looking for things to photograph. Seeing no one in the den or kitchen I headed up to our bedroom, watching Veronica leaning against the headboard with her hands in Marty's hair while being eaten, I quietly undressed.

I quietly climbed behind her and swiftly entered a very wet pussy. As my pelvis hit against her ass she said into Veronica's pussy, "I hope that's someone I know, feels good."

Hearing her voice triggered unpleasant recollections and I began forcefully and aggressively slamming into her. She began to whimper, "Not so hard, not so hard." She stopped pleasuring Veronica and turned her head to see who it was. "My God, Scott, please be gentle."

I guess my frustrations from our broken marriage had taken over. I pulled out of her and roughly twisted her hips with a low growl to put her on her back next to Veronica who was looking at me with astonishment. As I swiftly entered Marty I saw the word "Monica" tattooed above her slit. I hated that name now and seeing it marking my ex inflamed me further. I was fucking her aggressively for at least thirty seconds before I looked into her eyes as I was pulling back to again roughly drive into her. I saw tears streaming down both sides of her face. I pulled all the way out and knelt between her legs and looked at Veronica who had an alarmed look on her face.

"Make love to her, she's Katrina's mother," softly said Veronica. "You respect all women, now respect her."

I bent over Marty resting on my hands while I softly kissed her and said, "I'm so, so sorry. Forgive me." I felt like a cad.

"Only if you get back inside me," she half-smiled and raised her arms to me.

With her offer of forgiveness I reentered her. Veronica reached over, took her hand and began kissing it as I tenderly fucked Marty.

Ten minutes later, she came and grasped me to her chest and she was regaining her breath. "Thank you both for inviting me here."

A few minutes later I rolled to my back and Marty excused herself to go into the bathroom grabbing her purse on the way.

I was still on my back and Veronica had just wrapped her hand around my cock when Katrina came in. Thinking I had just made love to Veronica she climbed on the bed and took me into her mouth. Katrina has developed a nice technique and just as I was about to fill her mouth Marty walked out of the bathroom. Since Katrina's ass was toward the bathroom door and her long hair was obscuring her face neither one saw the other. I came into Katrina's mouth as Marty, her makeup freshened, walked around the foot of the bed, wearing only her garter belt, stockings and heels and climbed on the bed. Katrina looked up while swallowing the last spurt of my come and with wide eyes said, "Mom!"

"Hi, baby," smiled Marty. "Been fucking your Dad long?"

Veronica protectively pulled Katrina to her breasts and said, "They've been loving each other for awhile, but no intercourse, not yet at least."

"Oh, Katrina, I'm so sorry I didn't mean that as a judgment, just a question. Please don't be upset with me."

"What are you doing here? Did Dad just fuck you? Was Mom here?" Katrina asked rather loudly.

"Who fucked whom?" asked Ashley as she came into the room.

"Fucking, who's fucking?" asked Mary Claire walking into the room behind her and carrying her new camera. The front door slammed and I heard Carol's voice asking "Where is everyone?"

"Up here," called out Veronica. "Fucking."

Marty was getting a 'deer in the headlights' look as Carol walked in the room and they recognized each other. "Hi, Carol," sheepishly said Marty.

"Hi, Cathleen, what a nice surprise," replied Carol.

Veronica then scooted into a better sitting position against the headboard with her arm still around Katrina. She wryly asked, "Okay, who else is here? The UPS lady? The mailman? Dave Hawks? Emerson? Invite 'em all in, it's a big bed."

"Marty, or is it Cathleen now?" I asked. "You've met Veronica, you know Carol obviously. The gorgeous blonde is Ashley, Veronica's daughter, soon to be mine and the outstanding brunette is Mary Claire Peters, a close friend of both girls and the two of us as well. Mary Claire pretty much lives here. Carol is in the process of moving in. I have a question. Who wants a glass of wine? And let's all either get dressed or undressed. My preference is undressed."

"I agree," said Veronica. "Mary Claire would you go get a bottle or two of that nice 2002 Chardonnay we bought the other day and Ashley would you bring seven glasses, please." The two spun around and headed to the kitchen.

"I go by Cathleen Morris now, I have for the last three years. I guess I never told Katrina, and obviously didn't tell you, sorry. Since you called Veronica Mom, why don't you call me Cathleen," she smiled at Katrina.

Carol began to undress and hang her clothes in our closet. "Just shoes, Scott?" she asked me.

"You know I'd enjoy that," I smiled.

"Are you sleeping with both these women? Mary Claire too? Both Ashley and Katrina? My God what a stud you've become!" smiled Cathleen.

The wine and glasses were put on a nightstand and Mary Claire filled each glass as Ashley undressed. As Mary Claire was disrobing Cathleen moved to sit against the footboard Indian style with her bare pussy unashamedly displayed. Carol sat next to me and put an arm over my shoulder and her hand into Veronica's hair. When Ashley handed Katrina her glass she also handed her a folded piece of paper. After serving the wine Ashley sat next to Cathleen and Mary Claire sat on the other side of her.

Katrina unfolded the piece of paper and silently read it. If you're going to try to seduce your Mom I want to watch.

"Cathleen, tell us about your life and how you know Carol. Wait. Didn't Erin ask me about a Cathleen Appleton Morris a few weeks ago Carol? It was after a lifestyle party I kind of remember. I was supposed to ask handsome if he had a sister. So I guess you're not his sister," grinned Veronica.

"Let me start a few years before we got divorced. I foolishly got involved with my dental hygienist who was a domineering person. She tricked me into saying some things I was feeling but hadn't admitted to Scott. She'd aroused my sexuality in ways that I wouldn't or hadn't let Scott try with me. I was afraid of procreative sex and of course with another woman it wasn't a concern. She taped me saying some awful things and sent the tape to Scott. He confronted me but I didn't deny them and that tore us apart. Seven weeks after our divorce Monica dumped me and crowed to Scott what she'd done. That's her name above my pussy. Someday I'll get it lasered off. Fortunately the letters aren't that large. After being lonely for a couple of months the father of one of Katrina's classmates approached me in the parking lot after a school event and asked if I'd meet him for lunch the next day."

"Who was that?" asked Katrina. "Was it Melissa Alexander's dad?"

"Yes. You knew about it?" asked Cathleen

"Most everyone in Melissa's circle knew. I didn't think anything about it. You were single and could do whatever you wanted. So what happened, you saw him for quite some time didn't you?"

"Couple of years, yes. I'd see him and his wife Vivian occasionally at lifestyle gatherings as well as weekends and the occasional afternoon. Anyway during the two weeks when you lived with Scott, he'd come over three or four times and we'd fuck the evenings away. Our lunch meeting led to sex and after six months or so there was a knock at the door just as I'd finished blowing him on the couch. It was Vivian. She scared the shit out of me, but she was smiling and asked if she could come in. Eric was sitting on the couch with his dick in his hand as she walked in and asked to join us. That evening I had my first three-way, quite enjoyable. Sometime during the next three months he showed up with Melissa as well as Vivian. Eric did a credible job of servicing all three of us, and gave me an appreciation for young pussy." She paused to take a sip and let the last statement sink in.

Katrina's eyes and facial expression showed she arrived at the same conclusion as Veronica and I. Setting the glass down Cathleen continued, "Sometimes it was just Eric and Melissa and a few times just Melissa. I did learn to enjoy watching a hard cock going in and out of her's and Vivian's pussies. After some of the sessions I'd masturbate while imagining your Dad's dick going in and out of you Katrina. I'm sorry."

Veronica interrupted, "It's a fetish of mine too."

"When college classes ended in the late Spring Melissa's brother was home and he joined us. I remember the second day he joined us. It was a Saturday and all five of us were there. All three of us enjoyed DPs. That was my first and not my last by any means. The Alexanders were active with a lifestyle group that included Carol, her niece Erin and from time to time her brother and sister-in-law. I got to know them all quite intimately. A single woman is always welcome and the evening's admission is usually minimal for a single woman. It was at one of the gatherings that I met my ex-fiancé and had no idea he was bi until the day I caught him. Up until that point he kept me reasonably satisfied since by then the Alexanders had moved to Chicago. In fact during our 'engagement' I stayed away from the gatherings. After I ran him out I went to the most recent one and saw Carol and Erin, made love to both of them."