Mike & Karen Ch. 19

"And impressive," Karen added.

"In very different ways, Gordon," Mike pointed out. "Why?"

Karen almost fussed as she tried to explain herself. "Because I'm always trying to prove myself to that man."

"It's not like you can tell him," Mike felt obliged to mention. "If this goes to Hell, you'll wish you'd gone with it. And if you achieve the impossible and somehow pull this off, he's still going to be outraged once he finds out. I don't know him well, but I think I understand him enough to know that he won't react favourably."

"I know," Karen sighed, closing her eyes. "I'm stuck, DeBourne. I didn't expect everyone to bail on me. It's been a hard month."

Mike nodded. She hadn't been kidding about that. Earlier in February, Karen had tired of her science department, Mathematical, always losing out to Theoretical for funding, simply because quantum anything made Theoretical physics cool. There was indeed an undeserved bias, and when no one would correct the issue, she'd taken matters into her own hands.

She'd subtly introduced flawed equations into the Theoretical department's submission, effectively destroying it, and clearing the way for another department to finally have a chance. Unfortunately for Karen, Mike had, in the space of mere days, managed to undo all the bad calculations, and rebuild the entire theorem from the ground up, and once again, Theoretical took top spot.

It had been a hard loss for Karen, but she'd also proven her point to the person who could help her most, Mike. The two of them agreed that they would force the Science faculty to stop favouring Theoretical and become systemically unbiased and be objective.

And it seemed to be working.

"I guess it has, hasn't it?" Mike agreed. He should know; that month nearly killed him as he threw his body, mind, and soul into correcting all the damage she'd done. It had taken everything out of him, so the fact that she'd created the bad theorems so easily, for a project she wasn't even familiar with, was absolutely terrifying.

"So, then, this is your opportunity to atone for that stunt earlier this month," she decided, looking up at him.

"Wait, what?" he blurted, looking at her in confusion. "Me atone?"

The bronze-haired beauty nodded.

"For what, exactly?"

"For demolishing my poor department's chances, yet again, to get top spot in the department, and get the funding it needs. It was your fault it didn't happen."

"Now hold on, Norma Osborn," Mike said firmly. "We agreed to work together to make this competition less necessary!" Mike protested.

"And it might work," she affirmed. "But that doesn't mean that you didn't crush our chances. You personally, not those wet willies you hang around with."

"And somehow, this requires me to atone by pretending to be your father and somehow pull off a business deal worth God knows how much with a bunch of Chinese industrialists?"

She nodded.

Mike pinched his eyes as he spoke. "Gordon, even for you, this is utter madness."

"That's almost exactly what Jordan said," Karen pointed out. "You haven't been talking with Jordan... have you?"

"What, me and the butler?" Mike replied, rolling his eyes. "Oh, constantly, Gordon, usually over high tea with strawberries and clotted cream at the Royal York."

"There was no call to be sarcastic," Karen grumbled. "It was a fair question."

"Gordon, only someone who could get themselves into a situation this unhinged is liable to ask a question so absurd," Mike pointed out. "And since you are the only living woman in Western Christendom with the resources and ability to actually get themselves in a situation this unhinged, the list of people likely to be asking me is considerably narrowed. To exactly you."

Karen scowled at the floor. "So I guess that's a no."

"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "Take on a bunch of pompous industrialists who do the bidding of Beijing? I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Karen didn't allow herself to faint in relief.

***

Blackwell Manor, the present. A certain solarium...

Karen moaned in pleasure as she sat in her husband's lap, thrusting back and forth, her pussy gripping his massive cock like a warm, wet vise. With every inward push, she flexed her ass cheeks hard, tightening around him. Her large breasts pressed to his chest, and her fingers curled in his golden mane of hair as she looked deep into his eyes.

"Mmmm, happy anniversary to me," she breathed, leaning in and giving his ear a nip.

"And this is the anniversary of what?" Mike asked, reaching down and squeezing her ass cheeks as she ground and thrust against him.

"It's the anniversary... of you pulling my bacon out of the fire... yet again..." she breathed, shivering as he squeezed her with his powerful hands. He was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, his feet in the water, while she rode on him, the noise of the churning jets masking their heated fucking.

"The Beijing scam," he said, smiling. "I remember it well. But you've returned the favour countless times over, may I point out."

"That's why it's happy anniversary to me," Karen panted, loving the feel of his cock so deep inside her, stretching her wide. "That day means so much to me."

The solarium was kept warm, since the plants that surrounded the hot tub were all tropical species, and the room itself was half-set into the back lot, with large insulated glass walls and windows looking out. Mike had made sure that Tatyana knew everyone was to stay away for some time, giving them privacy.

Because he hadn't forgotten exactly how important this day was.

"Yessssss," Karen hissed, her whole body trembling. "Maybe today is the day you make me pregnant, Michael..."

"I sure hope so," he agreed, pushing down on her hips and spearing himself in farther, making her arch her back and groan loudly at the glass ceiling.

Since she was leaning back now, still pumping against him, Mike took the opportunity to bend his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, and she keened in delight. He fondled and groped her while she rode on him, lost in pleasure together.

"You might want to turn around," Mike whispered, pausing in molesting her breast. "Our audience might appreciate it."

"Mmmmm, I do so love having a secret audience," she purred, nodding. She let him sit back and then she turned around on his lap, now facing out from her husband. He was still deep inside her when he pulled Karen back against his chest, fondling her breasts while making her moan loudly as she started moving up and down, her core muscles working hard. She turned her head and kissed him hungrily, their tongues tangling as they made love.

This was no doubt an eyeful for their secret voyeur.

***

The Master Suite...

Trilby walked into the huge bedroom, ready to do her afternoon check on the state of things. She'd been paying attention and working hard these past two weeks, learning everything Tatyana would teach her, and even picking up points from Valentina, the other housekeeper.

She was still the cool, laid-back hippie chick, and that was no façade, but that didn't mean she couldn't be competent as well, did it?

She was about to start looking for things to dust when she heard a slight sigh from somewhere else in the room. Or maybe it was a tiny moan?

Behind her habitual round-rimmed Lennon sunglasses, Trilby raised an eyebrow as she slowly moved forward, approaching the source of the noise she'd heard. This took her to the far side of the bedroom, to the massive windows that overlooked the atrium and the back lot of the property. There was a shape by the long sill of the window facing the other wing.

Trilby paused as she found Valentina on her knees, leaning against the sill, her chin resting on her forearm and muffling her sighs by sighing into her sleeve. The skirt of her uniform was hiked up around her hips, and her panties were around one of her ankles. Her other hand seemed to be moving between her legs. She was watching something out the window.

"Well now," Trilby said just loud enough to be heard. The unexpected voice caused Valentina to yelp and she threw herself aside, tumbling away from the window and lying against the wall. Her eyes were wide, and her chest was heaving. Her legs were spread wide, and Trilby was treated to the involuntary sight of her co-worker's shaved pussy, glistening from her naughty activity.

"Sorry, didn't mean to spook you," she said, not quite sure what to do, except for perhaps stare at Valentina's face and not between her legs. "Good thing it was me who came up and not Tatyana or one of the others."

"Darnit, Tril," Valentina wheezed, her heart still thundering in her chest. "You nearly gave me a heart attack. Are all hippie chicks so creepy quiet?"

"Probably just me," Trilby replied, shrugging slightly. "Buuuuut, I gotta wonder, why're you workin' your tang here in our employer's bedroom? Not like I don't hear you at night in our own room."

Val blushed furiously, called out twice on her personal pleasure habits. She remembered to close her legs, however. "I..."

Trilby waited silently for an explanation- not ot that she was sure she wanted one, mind.

Valentina sighed. She was more comfortable around Trilby than the others yet, although they were all getting along well. But she and Trilby had gotten used to seeing one another in various states of undress, and even total nudity. They had an unspoken rule that they'd do their best to simply not notice.

Trilby had to admit, though, it was hard to not notice Valentina. She was a well-built girl, short but with sizable breasts and sensual curves, and Trilby was just bi enough to enjoy noticing from behind her glasses. Hopefully Val didn't notice her noticing.

Valentina continued. "I was in here seeing if anything needed doing."

"My job today," Trilby pointed out. "You were doing the kids' room."

"They're not kids, Tril, be nice," Val protested, not liking how this conversation was proceeding. Especially since her pussy was still tingling like mad. The curse of the Prospero women, she guessed.

"Y'haven't gotten to the part where you explain why you were in here," her companion pointed out. "And neither of us has all day, y'know."

Valentina continued. "I came in here and was just looking to see if the sills needed any love, and I happened to look down..."

Trilby gave her co-worker a skeptical look, but then Valentina nodded her head in the direction of the window facing east. Trilby walked over to the window, looked out, and then down.

Behind her glasses, her eyes went wide. Not far below, in one of the sunrooms, she could see Mr. and Mrs. DeBourne, on the edge of the whirlpool, making love. She was sitting in his lap, thrusting back and forth while his huge hands held her in place.

"Oh, wow..." she murmured, shaking her head for a moment to stop herself from staring and then looking back at Valentina. "So, what, y'saw our employers doing the wild thing, and you decided it'd be fun to peep on 'em and get one off? You are lucky it was me who found you."

Val looked flustered. "Well... d'you blame me? I mean, look, Tril..."

Trilby sighed and looked again, making sure she wasn't directly in her employers' line of sight. By now, Mrs. DeBourne had turned around in her husband's lap and was facing outward, leaning back against him so that Trilby had a good view of how absolutely glorious the woman's body was. Her large breasts wobbled hypnotically, while she ground her hips, her core muscles undulating beneath her flawless skin. Mrs. DeBourne kept her pussy shaved, except for a thin strip of bronze hair just above.

Mr. DeBourne was as imposing as his wife was gorgeous. His massive hands massaged her large breasts, and nearly covered them. His body was powerfully built, with muscles everywhere. His chest was huge, broad and chiseled, and his shoulders seemed like they would touch the opposite walls. His arms were bigger than Trilby's thighs, possibly her waist, which was a frightening thought.

And that tool between his legs was an absolute kidney-cracker. She must have been staring hard, because she could make out exactly how wide it split his wife, and her face showed her uncontrollable pleasure.

"Okay, I can't blame her," the hippie girl admitted readily. "But Val, what if someone else caught you, instead of me?"

"I kinda thought that through," Val said, blushing and still lying back against the wall, her legs closed. "Glenda took Tatyana and Theresa into town to pick up some things, Ari's geeking out in his office, Andrea's down in Sub-Basement Three, and Marie is in in the greenhouses with Tunde and Dave. That's everyone accounted for. So... when I saw them going at it, I... kinda..."

"Took the opportunity," Trilby finished, shaking her head slightly. "Kinda thought it through is an overstatement, y'know."

"Look, I'm ahead of schedule with my chores, and there's... there's no harm, right?" the cute brunette reasoned hopefully.

"And if they saw you?" Trilby asked.

Val thought about that. "I... don't think they'd mind too much?" I mean, they're gonna be plenty visible to anyone walking through the atrium and back lot, right?"

"I'm bettin' they were counting on nobody would," Trilby sighed. "I hope for your sake that you're right and they don't mind bein' spied on."

Valentina said nothing, but looked up at the window rather yearningly.

"What, really?" Trilby exclaimed. "You just got caught and all you can think about is finishing up?"

"I was really close before you scared the daylights outta me, Tril," Val whined. "I can't just turn it off, it takes me than a spook to close these valves."

"Maybe I'll have Andrea tighten them for you," muttered Trilby.

"That's not funny," Val pouted. "And yeah, I kinda wanna finish, so I can get on with things."

"So, what, I just let you continue?" asked her co-worker.

Val blushed. "Un-unless you wanna keep a lookout at the door, warn me if anyone's coming."

"You did not just ask me that, did you?"

"I... yeah?" Val replied meekly.

Trilby turned and headed back toward the door, but as she approached it, she slowed down, sighed, and hung her head, coming to a stop. Seconds passed before she looked back at Valentina in annoyance. "Well, c'mon," she said testily. "Whaddya waiting for, an engraved invitation from them?"

Val's eyes widened for a moment in surprise before she got on her knees and scrambled back to the window, assuming her former position. To her delight, they seemed nowhere near done, and Mrs. DeBourne writhed on her husband's lap, his massive cock almost splitting her in two. She pressed her mouth to the sleeve of her uniform as she hunched forward slightly, her skirt around her hips again, and the fingers of her other hand buried deep in her wanton pussy. Her eyes were riveted to the erotic scene below.

"Can't believe she's still a virgin," Trilby muttered to herself, folding her arms and leaning against the doorframe, 'keeping watch'. "What a waste."

Back at the window, Valentina was whimpering as she watched, her thumb playing with her clit while two fingers slid back and forth inside her, her womanhood making slick, wet noises. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Mrs. DeBourne writhe up and down lustily on her husband's lap, her mouth indicating that she was being quite vocal, even if Val couldn't hear it up here on the third floor.

His hands were still mauling her breasts, and one of hers was wrapped around his neck while she kissed him feverishly. Her free hand was massaging her clit while he skewered her, flying over the little nub expertly, meant to enhance what she was already feeling many times over. It had to be such a perfectly choreographed dance with these two by this time.

Back at the door, Trilby noticed she was feeling warmer than normal. She could barely hear Val's little whimpers, but more than that, she could hear the wet sounds her giz was making. It sent a tingle through Trilby, who bit her lip and tried not to think about it, reminding herself that she apparently volunteered for sentry duty.

But she also noticed that only one of her arms was crossed over her chest now, and the hand at the end of said arm was gripping her breast rather tightly. Her other hand had found fit to snake down to the front of her skirt, and was pushing against her panties through it, as if to tell what lay beneath to calm down.

She was definitely going to have to take care of this later.

Valentina was panting now, her hand soaked from working her pussy furiously as she watched the action below. The bronze-haired goddess was now grinding down shamelessly on her husband now, who was driving her wild with the way her handled her. She bucked her hips and Val saw her pussy working around the huge tool it held. They were both trembling, straining against one another, trying to hold one for precious seconds...

Valentina squeaked and clenched her teeth, pressing her hips against her hand as she began to cum, her eyes glued to the scene below. Mrs. DeBourne was crying out in ecstasy, her body rigid while Mr. DeBourne's cock seemed to almost swell and throb, and Val could tell he was cumming inside his wife.

God, she wanted that to be her.

On the other side of the room by the door, Trilby shivered a tiny bit, squeezing her eyes shut and breathing out through her nose while she pressed her fingers at hard as she could against her clit, making herself cum. She knew she'd have to change her panties now, and it was a good thing she and Val were in charge of their own laundry.

She stood up straight, took a deep breath, and wiggled down the hall toward the stairs, determined to make it to their room without delay.

Back in the suite, Val was leaning against the sill, breathing heavily, and sweat dampening her skin from her hairline to her feet. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she felt the wonderful, liquid bliss of orgasm slowly coursing through her. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and kissed them, sucking the cum off her hand.

With another deep breath, she straightened herself up and peered out the window again. Mr. DeBourne had settled into the water, his wife still in his lap, and now doubt still impaled on him. It was wonderful to look at, but the show was over. Val leaned back on her haunches and sighed, feeling much better now.

She used her cleaning supplies to wipe the hardwood floor where she'd been kneeling, followed by the sill she'd been leaning on, and the general vicinity, as if it had just received a normal cleaning. She hiked her panties back up, shivering as they touched her sensitive pussy, and then wiggled out of the room, unable to describe exactly how wonderful this job truly was.

She really hoped that Tril was enjoying this as much as she was.

***

Mike and Karen sat lazily in the tub together, with her still pinned to him by his hard cock. She loved how he could stay hard after orgasm, just letting her feel him inside her, pulsing and sending ripples of pleasure through her body.

"Wonderful," she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his cheek while her hand caressed his jaw. "Do you think Ms. Prospero enjoyed the show?"

"It was a twofer after a bit," Mike mentioned, his hands still on her heaving breasts. "Trilby showed up and found her."

"Oh, goodness," Karen giggled. "She must have scared the daylights out of the poor girl."

"Trilby watched for a while, then Valentina was back, and she finished herself off when we did. I'm thinking it's been a good day for her?"

"Are we going to take her as a lover?" Karen asked. She liked the idea, but it was her husband's decision. Anything she could do to make this man happy, she'd do it. He was her world, after all.