Aurielle and the Prenup Ch. 01

Copyright 2021 by Limnophile

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I only offer this to entertain. If at least a few people get their feelings tugged around, I consider my mission accomplished. If I can give somebody a few laughs, or inspire an orgasm, that's even better.

Thanks to the editors and authors whose have helped me improve my writing from 'Painfully Godawful' to 'Below Average'. I hope at least one of them will take a look at this, and not hate it.

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I'm Wallace, or Wally Thompson. The sale of my tech startup was completed a week ago, and I had put half a billion into investments and another fifty million in my bank accounts. On a boyish whim, I had an armored truck deliver five million in hundred-dollar bills. I filled my bathtub and bathed in money, as the security guards waited outside to bring it back to the bank. They had also brought the million-dollar diamond ring I planned to give my girlfriend when I met her daughters and proposed that night.

She was five years younger than I was, at 35. She'd gotten started very young, and both her daughters were in college. Her friends and work colleagues used her nickname 'Ori'. I preferred saying her full name, Aurielle. To me it sounded sweet and exotic. It was based on the Latin word for gold, aurum, and I thought it suited her perfectly. She had a blue eyes and a nice face and body. Her curly golden hair flowed down to the middle of her back. I'd met some more attractive women in person, but only three or four. She usually wore black and a pastel color, pink, beige, green, light blue. The black contrasted with her pale skin and her hair brilliantly.

She was smart and had a good sense of humor. I also liked her morals and fashion sense. On each of our dates, she had either been a few minutes early or exactly on time. She was working as a paralegal to put her kids through school, but couldn't afford to go to law school herself. The art in her apartment wasn't expensive, but quite nice. On a date at a fancy restaurant, I'd suggested an unusually expensive wine, since I was buying. She selected one which was a third the cost, but excellent.

She wouldn't have sex on the first or second date, but I got a great deep-throat blowjob on the third one. She had said, "I'm not ready to be serious with you, but I know men have needs." We hadn't gone all the way yet, but we'd done oral twice a week for the last month. She only had two small tattoos, a small heart under her navel and a butterfly beneath it. She had told me, "It's my love butterfly. Doesn't my pussy look like a butterfly's wings? Once I'm sure you love me, I'll spread my wings for your cum cannon too." I thought that sounded sleazy, romantic, and hot; all at the same time.

I said the obvious before I licked and sucked her to orgasm. "I love your pretty butterfly."

As we laid on her sofa nude one evening I played with her breasts, enjoying their nice texture. They were small but almost perfectly round. She said, "I'm sorry they're so little."

"I like them a lot. They're nice."

She mused, "I wish I could afford to make them five times as... nice." She outlined the shape of some huge imaginary honkers with her hands, making me laugh. "You don't need to for me, but I wouldn't object." She laughed and kissed me.

I didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but watching her suck on a long black cigarette holder did nice things to my groin. She used perfume and had a breath mint after each one, so I usually didn't smell or taste it when I kissed her. I was glad when she assured me she smoked less than half a pack a day. As I dropped her off at her place one night, she lit up a cigarette. She noticed me staring at her lips and said, "I know what you think of, when you watch me smoke. I like to smoke him too, but he got some attention last night." She smiled and squeezed my package through my pants, then kissed the tip of my nose.

If I wasn't in love with her yet, I knew I was in lust. A friend had told me to be careful, she might be a gold-digger just out to get my money. I took his advice when he said I should have my lawyer draw up a prenuptial agreement to be safe.

If we divorced in the first year, she'd get ten thousand for each month we'd been together. If it were after the first year, a half million would be added for each additional year. He said it was standard for his wealthiest clients, and it seemed fair to me. If it lasted more than a year, I'd let her keep the ring too.

After a very nice dinner, I brought her to my penthouse apartment and proposed in a business-like way. "You and I have both been married and divorced before. I'd like to marry you, but I want to be rational about it. My lawyer has drawn up a draft of a prenup agreement. It's just a draft. I can have him change it before we sign. Please take a look."

She seemed calm and professional as she gave her opinion. "I don't like the adultery section. You're a very wealthy man, and I don't expect you to be totally faithful. I might want to play with somebody else once in a great while too." She looked in my eyes, and her naughty smile matched mine.

"I don't like the monetary amounts either. If we're together ten years and divorce, I would only get about five million, plus the ring. That's only one percent of what you're worth. I don't think ten years is worth half, but definitely more than one percent."

Money and contracts weren't my number one priority at the moment. "We can talk about the money later. You wouldn't expect me to be faithful? You'd let me be with other women too?"

"Actually, I insist on it. Boredom kills marriages, just like abuse or drugs. Would you honestly be happy with only one woman, every single night, for twenty or thirty years? Any one woman, no matter how great?"

"I see your point."

"My daughters need some things too. I'd expect you to pay for their educations and let them stay with us, and I want to go to law school too."

I answered, "Not a problem. My penthouse has six bedrooms, and I could probably buy a law school."

She giggled. "I have a few more things to discuss with the three of you together, but the girls won't be here for an hour. Strip and lay down, so we can enjoy some of my favorite number."

I knew she meant '69', but playfully asked, "7-11? You want nachos and pizza?"

She licked her light purple lip gloss and smiled. "They have wieners too."

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We had just finished a shower and put bath robes on when Aurielle's daughters Reena and Clarissa arrived. Our wonderful double-oral session had lasted longer than expected, and a mishap caused by her powerful orgasm led to the escape of multiple bodily fluids. I had her tasty vaginal secretions smeared on me from my eyebrows all the way down to my neck, and most of my spunk ended up in her hair. It had been messy, but worth it.

She opened the door and introduced me to two beauties who looked like young duplicates of herself, other than their hair. Reena's blonde mane descended down her back in a long ponytail, nearly touching her waist. Clarissa's was dyed red and only reached her shoulders.

"Wallace, meet my older daughter, Clarissa. She's almost done with her second year of college. She wants to go to business school."

I shook her hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."

She was blushing. "You too. Mom didn't mention you were so handsome, or so tall."

Aurielle touched the tip of Clarissa's nose and joked. "Stop flirting with your potential step-daddy. That's MY job." She squeezed my package lightly through the bath robe to prove her point.

Her other daughter smiled and quietly said, "Oooh!" as she saw the size of what Aurielle had grasped. The shape of her blouse suggested she had breasts twice the size of her mother's.

"Wallace, this is my younger daughter, Reena. She started college last semester and wants to be a psychologist."

As I shook her hand she said, "Cognitive archaeologist. The behaviors and mindset of ancient cultures fascinate me, like how in ancient Egypt, virgins were..."

Her mother interrupted, "Boring and long-winded, like this one?"

She was very embarrassed, as her mother and older sister laughed.

Reena tried defending herself, "No, I had a boyfriend, and... but Mom, that's none of his business!"

Aurielle replied, "You're right. It shouldn't matter to Wallace, who or what's been inside you. Was it that boy Jared, that lives upstairs? Does he have a big one?"

"MOM! Not now!" I thought her cheeks might be redder than a stop light.

"Sorry, baby. I'm just having a little fun. I can tell from your face it WAS Jared, and he does NOT have a big one."

"MOM! You're TERRIBLE! Where's the bathroom?"

I pointed, and Reena started to cry as she ran there.

Aurielle explained, "She's much too sensitive about some things. It might seem mean, but I'm trying to make her less fragile when I tease her." She turned to her other daughter and said, "Let's go have a cigarette while she calms down."

She led us to the parlor, where I let her smoke when she visited or stayed over. She slid one of the glass doors partway open and sat on one end of a sofa. I sat next to her and put an arm over her shoulders. There was plenty of space on the long sofa, which was meant for five people, but Clarissa sat right next to me.

As her daughter took a lighter and cigarettes from her purse, Aurielle said, "Be friendly, put an arm over her too."

I happily did as instructed, then watched pretty redhead Clarissa put two cigarettes between her lips. She sucked on both as the lighter flame touched them, then handed her mother one. I continued to stare as she blew a few smoke rings.

I thought to myself, "If her mother hadn't sucked me off half an hour ago, I'd be hard for sure! There'd be no controlling my reaction to THAT!"

I heard a smile in her voice, as Aurielle told her daughter, "He loves to watch women smoke. It reminds him of..."

I cut her off, "Of things we only do in PRIVATE."

The two of them giggled.

She resumed, "We're thinking about getting married. Both of us want to, and we're negotiating the terms for a prenup."

"But Mom, isn't doing a prenup admitting it isn't going to last?"

"Not really. It's like insurance. You don't buy home insurance because you know there'll be a fire. You do it just in case. I think we'll have a good chance, since he's so reasonable about everything."

"Oh? Like what?"

"He understands monogamy is over-rated. He agrees that we should be with other people sometimes."

"So, you told him about your yearly..."

Reena walked in and sat on the sofa across from us, and I noticed Aurielle was blushing. Reena asked, "What are you talking about?"

Her sister said, "He's okay with mom doing the yearly..."

Aurielle interrupted, "I haven't told him yet! Wallace, every fall my old sorority has a reunion a month after college starts. We have lunch and a few drinks, and talk about the old days. Then we have a contest."

I said, "That sounds fun. What kind of contest?"

"You know that I'm okay with you being with other women occasionally. I think you should allow me the same freedom sometimes?"

"Yeah. What's the contest?"

"We call it the 'slut race'. A bunch of male students visit the sorority house, and we each try to make five guys cum as fast as we can. I started college the first year of the contest and won. I still enter every year, but take my time. For me, it's not about winning anymore." She giggled and blushed even more strongly. "Don't worry, we always use condoms."

I was shocked, but very turned on. "Uh... um..."

She stealthily reached her hand in and held my swelling member beneath my robe. "Some of the girls bring their husbands or boyfriends to the contest. A few of them even help their ladies compete. If you let me enter the contest, and maybe a few other little things, I'll be happy to give you some freedom too."

She looked at the girls. "I know a lot of women would love a chance with Wallace, since he's considerate, handsome, and romantic. He's 40, but age isn't the main thing that matters, right?"

She moved the flap of my robe aside and showed my now-hard pecker to her daughters.

I objected, "Hey, I... you...!"

She covered me and smiled naughtily. "Wouldn't you like some fun with him, if you can enjoy THAT?"

Both girls' mouths were open wide in surprise. Aurielle resumed with, "Clarissa broke up with her last boyfriend a month ago. Since Reena's not happy with Jared either, I think maybe the four of us can work something out."

All of us looked at each other nervously quite a while. My bride-to-be suggested, "How about this; if we use protection, one day a year we can do anything we want with anybody we want? Or even a bunch of bodies? Maybe these two?"

I said, "Ladies, if Aurielle and I get married, I'll pay for college for all of you. That won't be a factor in what we're discussing. I don't want you to feel any pressure..."

She said, "See, reasonable and fair, I love that about him." She kissed my lips.

I surprised myself by saying, "But I don't think one day a year is enough for me. How about once a month?"

She asked her daughters, "Would each of you want to sleep with him once a month, if you can have other boyfriends too?"

Clarissa asked, "How about once a WEEK?" She rested her hand on my bare knee. "Or maybe twice?"

I saw Reena reach under her skirt to adjust something before she said, "Uh... I don't know."

She took a vape from her purse and puffed several times. She saw me staring at her lips and shyly smiled. "I want to get to know him first. Maybe. Uh... maybe." The color of her cheeks told me it was more than a 'maybe'.

Aurielle reached in my robe again. "I can tell he likes that idea. How about I get him in my bed when I want, three or four nights a week. When I'm not in the mood, I'm sure you three can work something out.

There's just one other thing we need to agree on, the monetary amounts. I think we should make it simple. Without a prenup, if we divorce, I would get half of everything. If we're only married a year, half isn't fair, not even close to fair. But if we're together a long time, I should get a good amount, right?"

Her girls and I nodded.

"How about two percent a year for each of us, if we all make him happy? So, if the three of us share him for a year and we divorce, I get 6 percent?"

I pointed out, "But if you're with me 10 years, you'd get 60 percent. I'm not doing that. And what if they leave, or if you share me with a different girlfriend?"

Aurielle said, "Things can change over time. Maybe we should negotiate a new prenup each year, depending on how things are going?"

"Sounds reasonable."

"And we don't really know how all of us will get along, or how happy we'll be yet. Late September would be a nice time for a wedding, with the leaves changing colors, and nice weather instead of too hot or cold. What if we sign the prenup and get married in September, a month or so after college starts in the fall. The girls would have all summer to get to know you. Plus, you'd get to watch me lose the slut race on purpose again." She grinned and squeezed my shaft firmly. "And maybe even help me lose in front of a crowd?"

"That ah... sounds exciting."

"And since you're beyond filthy rich, you'll give us money for things, like a car for each of the girls, and some... improvements I want to make?" She let go of my cock and squeezed one of her breasts.

"Sure, sure!"

"How about this for an agreement until the wedding? I'll stay here and have lots of bedtime fun with him until exams are over next month. After that, the girls move in and keep your bed warm, while I have some minor cosmetic surgery and recover. After the contest in September, we agree on a one-year prenup and get married? Does that sound good to all of you?"

Her daughters and I nodded.

"Good, and if we break up before then, ah... what do you think is fair?"

I suggested, "I'll pay for the surgery and cars, and give each of you another five thousand. How about a hundred grand if we break up before the wedding?"

"Deal. Where's the ring?" I'd never heard of a less romantic proposal, but I was overjoyed.

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