The Live-In Ch. 01

In an effort to get her to relax, Jack offered a move of desperation. He offered Diane the chance to take out her sexual frustration and use the strap on to fuck his ass. Diane immediately accepted, much to Jack's surprise, and she proceeded to bend him over the bed and shove the dildo deep inside of him. Although he was in pain right from the start, as Diane continued to pound away at Jack, he actually started to enjoy himself. Within a few minutes, Jack had found himself getting hard again as his wife used his ass for her entertainment.

Diane was also starting to get worked up fairly quickly, and with the end of the dildo rubbing up against her with every thrust, she found herself getting wet. She was slowly getting off to the act of fucking her husband in the ass.

After a few moments, Diane couldn't wait any longer. She pulled the dildo out of Jack, took the harness off, rolled him over on his back and straddled herself directly onto his rock hard cock. She rode him with everything she had, making both Jack and Diane moan and scream. Diane rode Jack's dick, and was coming within a few minutes, continuing to ride her husband hard and fast until she was done with her climax.

A few minutes later, Diane climbed off and got to her knees, sucking away on her husband's cock. He moaned his approval, as he put his hands on the back of her head and forced her to bob up and down faster and deeper. Diane was gagging and choking on cock and spit, but she was loving it. She happened to look over on the bed and found the strap on dildo lying there.

Without so much as a second thought, she grabbed the dildo, used her free hand to prop up one of Jack's legs, and took a lucky guess on her aim. She pushed the dildo into Jack's ass once more as she was deep throating her husband's cock, and Jack couldn't handle it any more. He held Diane's head in place as he unleashed one of the biggest loads of cum he had ever shot directly down Diane's throat. Thick ribbon after thick ribbon flowed from one human to another, and Jack was moaning and grunting.

When all was said and done, Jack let go of Diane's head and she pulled her mouth off of her husband's member. She swallowed the last little bit of cum that was in her mouth, then crawled on top of her husband and gave him a kiss before rolling off of him and cuddling up beside him.

As the couple laid in their embrace, catching their breath, Diane finally broke the momentary silence.

"Fire that bitch and don't you ever fuck another secretary behind my back." she said nonchalantly. Jack was taken back by this and turned his head towards his wife. "If you want a third person...woman or man...ask. We can have threesomes. Hell, we can hire a live-in cook or butler and fuck him or her as we see fit."

"Are you sure, Diane? I don't want you to be upset. " Jack said, meaning his words with every fiber of his being. The spark was back, the void was filled. He desired his wife once more and discovered a new kink in having his wife use the strap on dildo on him. She was the one to bring up a third person...even having them be a live-in situation.

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure. I don't want you fooling around behind my back. If you want more, we can experience more together. But, I'm demanding that you fire that bitch you just brought in. It is plain as day that you two have played more than once. I don't want you to do that to me again."

Jack smiled. He was off the hook. He had to do her a favor.

"Okay beautiful. First thing tomorrow, she's fired and I'll hire someone new. And I won't fuck them." he said, giving his wife a squeeze.

"Good. If you ever do again, I'll kill you myself!" Diane said, causing her and Jack to both laugh.

Ten years from this point in time, Jack and Diane would both find out just how serious she truly was.

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Diane was spending the afternoon shopping online for new sex toys. In spite of the spark in her marriage coming back, over the last year, Diane noticed that there was a distance growing between her and Jack once more. Although, this was fairly normal during election season, Diane always wanted to try to keep things fresh with her and Jack. She even went as far as getting breast implants done 6 months ago. She was pretty busty as it was, but Jack always considered himself a tit man, so she wanted to feed into that. She went up from a size C cup to a DD and Jack was absolutely thrilled with it. He wasn't the only one either.

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The last several times Diane went to the office building, she had noticed that she had caught the eye of Tim, the elder security guard for the building. She thought he was a decent looking man, and knew he was single as he had been a widower for several years, having lost his wife to cancer a few years back. She noticed on several of these trips that Tim would be talking to one of the first floor receptionists. Kayla was her name, but Diane could never remember. She was just glad that the younger woman was down on the first floor instead of up on Jack's floor at the top of the building. Every time Diane would walk in, Tim would stop mid-sentence and take in the sight of Diane and her new implants. Diane couldn't help but smile, and as a way to get in his good graces, Diane would always wear the tightest shirts possible without a bra, and would proceed to flirt with the guard. It worked like a charm, and she knew someday she'd have to use that to her advantage.

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As Diane continued to browse the online sex toy shop, adding a variety of toys and lingerie to her cart, she heard the very distinct sound of a car door shutting. She had unexpected company, and as a politician's wife, she had always kept herself prepared. She unlocked the desk drawer to her lower left and opened the box inside, pulling out the 9mm pistol she kept loaded at all times. She wasn't a professional shot by any means, but Diane had felt more than comfortable enough to stand her ground and defend herself if needed. As she checked the gun to make sure it was loaded and ready, she closed the browser on her computer and brought up the camera feed at the front door.

She felt a sense of relief when she realized that it was just Jason's girlfriend walking up the steps. She exhaled a breath of relief and quickly put the gun back where she had kept it stored, locking up the drawer after she had done so. She looked up at the camera feed once more, and she was surprised by what she saw on the screen.

Rachel looked as though she had been jumped and beaten. She was clearly shaken up as she took in a deep breath and wiped her eyes on the camera. "Something happened to this poor girl." Diane thought, as she left her computer behind and went to greet Rachel at the door.

As soon as Rachel went to ring the doorbell, the door opened and Diane stepped out to wrap Rachel in a tight hug. Rachel had been crying pretty steadily since she left Rose Tower (as Jack so lovingly named it), but now as soon as she was in the embrace of her ex-boyfriend's mother, she was having a full blown meltdown. Even if she had deep down cared more about her own secure future than her relationship with Jason, Rachel did see Diane as a motherly figure. Her relationship with her own parents was great while she was growing up, but Diane always welcomed Rachel with open arms. She sometimes felt more at home with Diane than with her own parents.

And now...that was all coming to an end.

"Rachel! What happened baby? Come inside and let me check that eye out." Diane said, breaking off her hug, but leading Rachel inside with an arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Diane led Rachel to the living room of the Rose residence. This place... once filled with happy memories of game nights or movies watched with Jason and his parents...was now just a meeting room for Rachel and Diane. As it came naturally for her, Diane sat Rachel down and went to get her a bag of ice to hold over her eye in order to get the swelling down. As Diane was out of the room, Rachel started to think of how to break the news to Diane that Jason had left her. She came up with the best solution in order to try to get some revenge on Tracy.

Rachel was simply going to accuse Tracy of screwing her boss. She had no idea what this idea of hers was going to lead to, nor did she know how much truth was actually in with her story, but she didn't care. In her mind, this would piss off the wife of Jack, and he would simply fire her from the job. It was brilliant.

Within the coming weeks, she'd be ambushed by the guilt of her role in this.

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"Now baby girl...tell me what happened?" Diane said as she came back into the room, offering Rachel the bag of ice for her eye. She had a genuine concern for the girl. They didn't live in a violent, high crime city, but that didn't mean it couldn't happen. She needed to know what happened so she could help get justice where it was needed.

Rachel held the bag up to her eye and winced in pain at the touch on her sore face. The ice was slowly helping, but did nothing for her bruised ego. She took a deep breath in and looked at Diane.

"Jason....broke up with me." Rachel said, the tears filling her eyes once more.

"Jason did this?!" Diane said, the anger in her voice rising in a rapid manner. "Jason hit you?!"

"No! No, not Jason...Tracy."

"Tracy? Who is Tracy? A new girlfriend?"

"Yes...I think. He never did confirm it. I just assumed that he was...screwing her."

"Honey, he's been working in the office with his dad. He wouldn't have time to---"

"Tracy is the secretary. Young. Blonde. Tall, gorgeous. I think she seduced Jason and they've been...together."

"Fucking behind your back?" Diane added, her interest peaked. She noticed Rachel's look of defeat as the words came out of her mouth. Never one for having much of a filter, most times Diane's thoughts were said outloud, and more often than not, she was apologetic about it. She puts a hand up to her mouth, wishing that she could bring her words back.

"Yeah....fucking behind my back..." Rachel said, looking down at her feet as she did. Diane takes a seat beside her and puts a hand on Rachel's knee.

"I'm sorry I said that honey. I am. And I'm sorry that you're going through this. I remember early on in our marriage, Jack had been fucking his secretary too...even brought her home for a threesome!" Rachel looked up at Diane in shock, as Diane just shrugged her shoulders. Rachel smirked at Diane, not questioning what took place, but somehow kind of intrigued at how sexual the older woman actually was. She never was shy about things, but never brought this up. It was actually kind of hot in Rachel's mind.

"But, that didn't last long. I made him fire her the next day. Told him he wasn't to fuck anyone behind my back anymore. It seems like Jason is doing the same thing, hiring some young gorgeous girl to be his sec---" Rachel put a hand up, pausing Diane mid-sentence.

"Jason didn't hire her. Tracy is Jack's secretary." Rachel said, and immediately Diane's demeanor changed.

"Jack's secretary? Is sleeping with my son?" Diane asked. She wanted to push for more, but couldn't bring herself to it. Rachel noticed and took it upon herself to do it for Diane.

"Yes. I'm almost positive of it. And I wouldn't put it past her to be screwing Jack either. The way she was flirting with him..."

There it was. Rachel had pulled the curtain back. This was her plan to get Tracy away from Jason. She never saw Jack and Tracy together, but Diane didn't need to know that. All she needed to do was raise hell with Jack, and that bitch Tracy was as good as gone. It worked. Diane's face went straight into a twisted state of rage. She stood up and looked at Rachel.

"Well, don't worry about her. I'll handle that one. She'll be gone soon. You just give Jason a few days and some space. He'll be back for you soon." Diane kept that twisted look on her face, and Rachel kept a smile from going across her face. Her plan was working perfectly.

"Okay. I'll see you soon then. Thank you Diane!" Rachel stands up, gives Diane a hug, and turns to leave. Diane walks her to the door and opens it for Rachel to step out.

"Don't worry baby girl. He will be yours again. Just make sure you take care of him. WHATEVER that means." Diane said, breaking into a smirk, and giving Rachel a wink. Rachel's face blushed a little bit, adding to the redness of her beating from Tracy, and she turned to her Traverse and walked down the porch steps. She heard the front door close, and she felt a sense of being victorious. That blonde bitch was about to lose her job, and lose Jason. Rachel couldn't help but smile as she got in her car and left.

As soon as Diane saw the Traverse pull away from her driveway, she went right back to her computer. She opened up a new tab in the web browser and started a new search for an online buy.

Instead of sex toys, Diane was now shopping for a hidden camera.

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A few days after she beat Rachel on the floor of her receptionist area, Tracy was now at her house pacing around anxiously. She had absolutely no idea what to do at the moment, nor did she have any idea how things happened to get her here. She had been extra careful to make sure nothing like this was going to happen, taking her medicine daily at a set schedule to make sure. She never missed a day. Something must have happened and the medicine stopped working. That was the only idea she had. No matter what though, she was still in shock and trying to figure out what to do.

She looked down once more at the countertop in her bathroom. The pregnancy tests all read positive.

She made the doctors appointment to help confirm that she was indeed pregnant, and help find out how far along she was, but Tracy had been keeping track since her first missed period. She had an idea of when it happened. The bigger question was who was the father? She had to talk to them, because the timing lined up around their first threesome.

Was it Jason or Jack?

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Jason looked down at his phone as the text message came through. It was Tracy. The message simply read "We need to talk. Meet up for lunch?" Jason was happy to hear from Tracy, as she had called off sick for the day. It wasn't like her to call off, but with it being a super slow day behind the scenes of his father's campaign for governor, the Rose men didn't have any pressing issues or any visitors planned. The election was a few days away and things were surprisingly calm. Jason came into the office and briefly felt uneasy for some reason, but he was brought back to earth when he received the text from Tracy.

"Absolutely. Where at?" Jason replied.

"How about that little corner café by the doctor's office?" Jason knew which one. It was close to an OB/GYN office, but they had ate there before and truly enjoyed it.

"Sounds good. See you soon!"

"Was that Tracy?" Jack asked, bringing Jason's attention to him as he walked into the office.

"Yeah, it was. I think she's feeling a little better. Asked if I would have lunch with her today."

Jack checked his watch, noticing it was going on 11:30.

"Well, before you go, I wanted to give you a little something." Jack said, walking towards Jason's desk. He held out a small box and presented it to Jason. "I figured with you making your way into politics now, it's only right that I give you a little family heirloom that came down from the first generation of Rose politicians."

Jason opened the box and pulled out a metal branding stamp. The stamp had a image of a rose on it. Jason had seen it several times on his father's desk over the years, but never fully knew what it was. Jack smiled as he saw the brief confusion on his son's face.

"For a long time, kings or queens, or anyone in some place of power used these. They would have something of importance in writing, and there would be a little bit of wax. They would heat these up and stamp them into the wax, meaning that this was written or approved by them directly. When my great-great-grandfather got into the political world, his wife got this for him almost as a gag gift, but he actually used it on occasion. He literally left his mark in politics. It came down from him to me, and now...it's your turn. Make your mark. Claim what's yours." Jack placed a hand on his son's shoulder. Jason looked at his dad and knew the time was right.

"Thank you dad. And I will. Starting now." Jack looked his son in the eyes. "I care about Tracy. She cares about me. I broke it off with Rachel so I could be with Tracy. We're moving forward with it." Jason never broke eye contact with his dad. "She won't be available for hooking up any more." Jack smiled.

"Understood son. Understood. Does she know you were telling me?" Jack asked.

"No. I'll let her do that on her own. I mean, sorry to drop it on you like that." Jason said. "But...I'll leave it up to you and her. If you guys want a 'goodbye session', then we can wait for that before making things official." Jack smiled once more, genuinely surprised at his son's offer.

"I'll talk to her about that, son. No big deal if she's not interested." Jack said, giving a little nod of his head as he did. "But, you better get going. She won't wait on you forever."

"Alright dad. I'll see you soon."

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Jason left the office building only a few minutes before his mother pulled in. Diane was on a mission, and that mission was simple. Catch her husband in the act with the secretary. The moment she did, she was not only pushing to get Tracy fired, but she had divorce papers ready to be signed and delivered. She would gladly take Jack for every penny she could, and then go hire some young stud for a pool boy or a gardener and have him fuck her brains out every night.

At least, that's what she had originally planned.

In order to catch Jack and Tracy together, she needed to plant the hidden camera in his office somehow. The idea came to her moments after she ordered the camera. She ordered a huge bouquet of roses in a vase, and she would deliver them to his office. A little gift to the next potential governor of the state. Diane knew Jack had a terrible history of tending to flowers, so he wouldn't even notice the camera nestled inside the roses. It was almost too easy!

Almost. Tim, the security guard, was now in the way of making this happen.

"Uhh. Good afternoon, Mrs. Rose." Tim said, shifting from one foot to the other like a little child. "Those are some pretty roses you have there."

"Tim, please. You've known me how long? It's time that you call me Diane." she said, setting the vase down on the security guards stand, leaning forward and letting Tim take a good solid look at her cleveage. "These are a gift for Jack, you know...election being next week and all. I just wanted to drop these off at his office..."

Tim gathered himself and looked back up at Diane's face. She was smiling at the man. "My God she's gorgeous..." Tim thought to himself.

"I'm..I'm sorry Mrs. Ro---Diane. Mr. Rose will not allow visitors to bring gifts. Married to him or not. Not during elections. Never know what someone might sneak in." Tim says, swallowing hard after he finished his response. Diane smiled and the elder man, and looked around. She noticed nobody around, so she decided to make her move then. She starts to walk around the stand, getting closer to the security guard.

"Okay. Then how about this. You can say it's from the staff down here. I won't even go up to take it to him. You can deliver it." Tim's eyes move up and down as Diane inches closer. He couldn't help but check out her finely sculpted legs, as she wore a short skirt into the office building today.

"I don't know if he'll buy that Diane..." Tim said. Diane was up close and personal now, mere inches away from him. Diane put a single finger up to the man's lips, shushing him momentarily.