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  "I'll see you in the morning sweetheart," Jason said, as Janice left his office. "Yes, in the morning," she answered. His cell phone vibrated against his hip again as the door closed behind Janice. Jason grinned as he saw Sherry's name on the caller ID. There would have been hell to pay if he'd answered the call just five minutes sooner. "Hey, babe." "Hey, guess what?" "What?" "I'm meeting someone from Savoy tonight to discuss marketing

  strategy for Keeping Sara!" "Great! Is this normal? I mean, getting a meeting so unexpectedly?" "I have no idea," Sherry said, laughing. "This is only my second

  book, remember?" "True. You'll let me know how the meeting goes." "Absolutely." "Great. I'll talk to you later then, all right? I love you." "I love you, too. Bye."

  * * * * As Sherry ended the call and prepared to meet with Mrs. Moore, she considered how important Jason's influence had been in her writing. When she'd started writing Taming Dom, she hadn't been sure it would ever see publication. Now she was excited. Not only was it published, but her publisher wanted to discuss strategy for her second novel as well! She had Jason to thank. He had made Dom real for her. Like the hero of her book, Jason was a quiet, strong man. He dominated with pleasure, not collars or whips. Using his fingers to stroke and jab her pussy into a hot wet pout begging to be filled. His tongue was an instrument of precision as he licked and probed what his fingers created, while his teeth scraped and nipped with just the right amount of sting. He was a true master of orgasms.

  Like the afternoon she had finished Keeping Sara, her second novel. She took it outside to edit. Just as she finished Jason came out and proposed a celebration. He'd leaned over and whispered in her ear as he wrapped his hand around her breast and toyed with the nipple. Her pussy fluttered in joy at his words and she stood to go in the house. Jason had other ideas. First, he wanted her to strip. She worried about one of the neighbors seeing her. He grinned and told her it was part of the excitement. Nervous, she stripped quickly. He wanted her to strip more slowly. She put all her clothes back on and started over. He'd stood there watching her like some pasha with anew harem girl.

  He gave permission for her to remove her blouse. She smoothed her hands up over her breasts, feeling her nipples respond. Carefully opening each button of her blouse, she shivered with pleasure. The blouse slid down her arms after a small shrug and he instructed her to fold it neatly before she continued. She complied and received permission to remove her bra. She smiled as she felt her breasts pop out of their confinement to stand proud in the light. She removed her shorts at his signal with precise movements, taking her time sliding the zipper down before skimming her shorts down her legs. When she stood, the dampness from her pussy had darkened her blue panties. Jason smiled at the sight and nodded for her to remove them. She did, smelling her own arousal in the process. She felt so wanton stripping outdoors in broad daylight and getting wet from it; she wanted to boldly stroke a finger through her pussy and offer Jason a taste. He was in charge, though, and she knew if she deviated from his demands he'd make her pay in some delicious, yet frustrating, way. She stood before him naked and with her legs spread, meekly waiting.

  Abruptly his fingers were in her pussy while his other hand was holding her chin. Her eyes drifted shut and he ordered her to look at him. Her eyes snapped up to meet his and her hips rocked as he fingered her deep and slow. "Be still," he ordered barely moving his mouth and she struggled not to ride his hand. He took his fingers out to rub her pussy with his hand and she shuddered at the pleasant pressure. He pressed his thumb in the spot just under her clit massaging her. She felt her pussy drip into his palm. Her body shook from the effort to remain still and he grinned that evil grin of his when he noticed. Again, he slipped a couple of fingers in her, stroking, probing, and sliding in and out. She held still though it was more difficult than anything she'd ever done. Finally, he jammed his fingers straight up, pressing against her secret place. "Go baby," he mouthed. She fucked his hand in a wild ride. She came fast and hard in a wash of warm sun and rested against him. He offered his wet hand to her and she licked the palm clean and sucked the fingers wishing they were his cock.

  Sherry focused on her meeting. She called the Sheraton in Chicago to make sure Mrs. Moore was still good for the meeting. "Downtown Sheraton." "Room Five Thirty-Two, please." "One moment, please." "Janice Moore," answered a woman with a deep voice. "Hello Mrs. Moore, this is Sherry Adams. Ms. Kent from Savoy called today to arrange a meeting with you this afternoon. I was just checking to make sure it was still on."

  "Oh yes, definitely, Ms. Adams. I'm looking forward to discussing strategy with you." "Great! I'll see you at four." "Excellent, I look forward to meeting you."

  * * * * Janice poured herself a soda and waited for Sherry to arrive. At four

  there was a knock on the door. "Sherry?" she asked. "Please come in." Sherry nodded and entered the seating area of the large room. "Please, have a seat," Janice invited while taking an envelope from her purse. "We have a lot to discuss. We should be comfortable while we talk. Would you like a drink?" "No, thank you," Sherry said as she sat. Janice took her time laying out the papers. Sherry examined the marriage certificate and photographs of Jason and Janice, laid so silently before her and the color washed from her face in shock.

  "The man who took you to Memorial Hospital several months ago is Jason Callahan, president of TrailGuides, vice president of Santex, and my husband."

  Sherry flinched, the matter of fact words seeming to affect her like a blow.

  "I've known about you since the month after you went to the hospital. Of course, Jason doesn't know I've learned his little secret, but he will. By tomorrow, all our little secrets will be out in the open." Sherry looked down at her lap. "Would you like that drink now?" Sherry nodded weakly and Janice poured her a brandy. She handed it to Sherry and waited while the other woman gathered herself together. When some color had returned to Sherry's face, Janice began.

  "You've inserted yourself into my marriage, whether you knew you were doing it or not, and today we're going to set that to rights."

  "Of course, I'll break it off with Jason," Sherry offered. "I didn't know he was married. I swear it."

  "I know," Janice consoled. "Even though he never gave you his office or home numbers. Never took you to any company gatherings. And his schedule certainly never gave a hint to another involvement. But tell me, didn't you ever ask about his wedding band?"

  Sherry blushed, mortified at all the things she'd let go unchallenged. "We met when he was giving a rock climbing demonstration for the school. One of my students was fooling around and caused one of the ropes to trip me. It did a real number on my ankle and Jason went to the hospital with me. Later, at my place, I asked about it. He said he wore it to keep the women on the tours from hitting on him. Apparently there are a lot of single mothers with young sons looking for a father figure." "Well, that's a good answer, isn't it?" Sherry nodded. "I have a way for us to get even with Jason, and get what we want out of this mess. But I want us to know how we got to this place in our lives first. Okay? Now then, where to start…" "How did you meet Jason?" "When Santex created a new fabric for tents I initiated the IPO that let us cover the cost of manufacturing it. One day Jason met with us. He was a beautiful man.

  "Anyway, he brought a proposal to start a wilderness tours company for families. His idea was to hook the kids on the concept through school programs and the kids would bring their folks. It was a good plan ten years ago and it's gaining popularity every year. It's very profitable. We asked what was in it for us. 'Advertising. We'll be using Santex fabrics and gear. You'll have a public market to complement your defense market,' Jason replied quickly. He’d been in the army and had commanded of one of the units that tested our tents. They had given the tents the highest of ratings. That had given him the idea for a family friendly guide company. 'Give me a year,' he said, 'and I'll get the tours sponsored by schools.' We knew that school sponsorship would be better than a Super Bowl commercial, so we sat do
wn and worked out the details. He was so beautiful. So steady and calm, and when we discussed an issue he felt was important, completely unmovable. It was amazing. By the end of the day I was in love with Jason and determined to keep it from him." "That's how you met?" Janice nodded and took a sip of her drink. "How did you get together?" "About a month later Jason asked me out to dinner. I said I was busy. He asked me when I wouldn't be busy. I said when Hell froze over. The next day he brought me the weather report for Hell, a city in some Norwegian country. The report said the high that day would be zero. 'So, where do you want to go for dinner?' he asked me. I named the most expensive restaurant in the city. ‘What time?' he asked. I told him six. The restaurant required reservations and wouldn't seat you without one. But he outsmarted me again. He was at my door promptly at five-thirty. We went to the restaurant and were given the best table in the house. I kept trying to figure out how he'd done it. Finally, he told me he was friends with the owner. It was a wonderful dinner.

  "Afterward we walked and talked about our plans for GuideMasters and Santex. It was a great date and it wasn't over when we got to my apartment. Jason walked me to my door and I asked him in for coffee. As soon as the door closed, he kissed me and all rational thought fled. Before I knew it, I was trying to get his clothes off. I had his pants open and my hand inside them wrapped around the most amazing hard on in the world when he stopped me. I started to take my hand away and he said, 'No, don't do that, I just want to get us someplace more comfortable than the door.' I led him to my room. He kept his hand around my wrist the whole time to make sure I didn't let go of his cock. When he looked at my bed he smiled like a little boy with a new bike. He turned me back to him and started kissing me again. He ripped off my clothes and backed me up to the bed. My nylons were torn and around my ankles and my shoes were still on. He scooted me back on the bed before he took his own clothes off then pushed my knees up, and started eating me. God, I've never felt anything like the way Jason goes down. The way his mouth is so warm. How his tongue feels like a thick cord playing through my pussy. I love how he uses the stubble on his chin to abrade my clit.

  "I know," Sherry, agreed. "It's hot silk coated in a loofah and delivered with lightning."

  "Yes, that's it exactly," Janice, said. "Well, he ate me. Then he kissed his way up my body to my breasts. He paid such reverent attention to them. Not just the nipples. Then he pulled back to put a rubber on. I told him he didn't have to. He said he didn't want to get me pregnant yet. I told him it wouldn't happen, that I'm not able to have children. I thought he'd either walk out or say fine. He leaned down and kissed me and said kids weren't everything. Just a good thing. I started crying. Have you ever been fucked out of your tears? It's amazing. He used every part of his body to fuck me over and over that night. Once, he sat on the bed with a hard on and had me ride his leg to come. I slid over that thigh looking at that cock and wanting to taste it. Every time I rode forward, he'd twitch it just a bit. But he wouldn't let me have it until I came. Then he laid back and let me do whatever I wanted to with it. It was incredible. I couldn't do anything wrong. He enjoyed teeth, hands, lips, everything. And when I sucked it, it was all either of us could want."

  Janice's body remembered the event with the same pleasure she'd felt that night. She looked at Sherry and saw the other woman was experiencing her own memories. This wasn't what she intended. She took a sip of her drink and cleared her throat with a light cough.

  "Well, I've been talking quite a bit. What do you say to dinner before we continue?" "That would be nice, thank you." Janice nodded and found the room service menu. The two women

  studied it together but Sherry was reluctant to make a choice. "Shall I order for both of us?" Janice offered. "Please," Sherry agreed. Janice called room service and ordered the soup and salad, knowing

  that neither of them was in the mood for a full meal. "They'll be a few minutes if you'd like to wash up," Janice said as she picked up the papers she'd laid out earlier. Sherry nodded and left the room.

  Janice sat with a sigh. This was proving more draining than she had anticipated. She hoped she could move things forward after they ate. Her first weekend with Jason was a wonderful memory and she didn't really want to share it.

  As the waiter finished setting the meal out, Sherry came in the room. Her puffy eyes and scrubbed nose gave evidence to the tears she'd battled. Janice signed the tab and thought about the ruse that she'd used to get Sherry here, as the waiter left. "I'd like to know; why did you need to go to the hospital?" "I was making dinner for Jason and dropped a knife. Like a dummy, I caught it. By the blade," Sherry held her hand out to show Janice her palm. "Thirty three stitches." Janice nodded, relieved to finally have that answer. "I shouldn't have made up a story about promoting your book. I'm

  sorry," she blurted. "What else was there?" "I don't know; the truth?" Sherry shook her head. "The very first thing I'd have done was call Jason. He probably would have admitted the truth. Either way today was going to be one stone cold bitch of a day." "True. But using your book was wrong. It's good work." "How did you know about it? I only sent it in a couple of days ago." Janice stood and moved behind Sherry's chair. She slipped a hand inside the other woman's blouse to cup her breast and leaned over to whisper, "I used binoculars." Sherry froze, then pushed her breast more fully into Janice's hand,

  letting the other woman know her advance was welcome. "You watched?" she asked as Janice's thumb stroked the globe of

  her breast. "Absolutely," Janice admitted, her lips brushing Sherry's ear in a

  fairy wing caress. Sherry shivered and Janice continued, "I know exactly what you

  felt, dying for his permission to come." With a gentle squeeze, Janice released Sherry's breast and returned

  to her seat at the table. "What is it you want?" Sherry asked as Janice picked up her spoon. "You. And Jason." "I don't do women any more." "I never have. But I want to do you." Janice leaned back in her chair and said, "Originally, I was going to destroy you and Jason. Then, I watched you at lunch with a friend one day, and I understood why Jason kept you. Your grace and confidence entranced me. I saw your friend touch your hand and I realized I wanted that to be my hand, not hers." "I…" "And there I was. I couldn't destroy you. No, it wasn't that I couldn't

  destroy you. I didn't want to. That brought us here." "Here, being?" "I need payback. Jason betrayed me; he has to pay for that. He betrayed you, too. And you're a part of our marriage now, regardless of blame." "How exactly will my sleeping with both of you give you payback?" Janice grinned, the same grin Sherry had seen on Jason's face more

  than once. "Us. It will give us payback." "How?" "He gets exactly what he deserves. His women, together. Knowing about the other and sharing joy with each other. And he has to earn the right to join us. Has to convince us he wasn't just tomcatting." "What!?" "It's every man's fantasy, isn't it? To watch two women doing each other for his benefit. And every woman dreams of making a man stay hard and hopeful until she gives permission for him to come." * * * *

  Sherry leaned back in her chair and considered the possibilities. Janice wasn't an unattractive woman. There was something innately sexual about her. The idea of teaching her how to love another woman while Jason watched was intoxicating. "That would be hell for him, wouldn't it?" "Yes. He'll be dying to jump in and all he can do is sit there. And if he comes before we say he can. Well. All he gets then is a mess to sit in. It's what he deserves, Sherry, filling us both with that monster cock of his and never telling either of us about the other. Never thinking about the risks to us. You liked my touch on your breast and my lips against your ear. It's worth exploring, don't you think?"

  "Yes it is. I'm willing to try it. I just need to know what your ultimate goal is here." Janice fidgeted nervously. "We let Jason know his secret is out. We know each other and can be together. Then when he's paid enough, we invite him to join us. And then, when you are ready, you join us in our home."

  "And what? I become your little mutu
al mistress? No. I'm a writer. I need my job to pay my bills until my writing starts to pay. And I worked too hard for my house to just sell it!"

  "A member of the family. There's a gatehouse on the property that we can convert to an office for you. If you rented out your house, you'd have a steady income and wouldn't need to teach while you wrote." "And what? You'd just move over in the bed?" "We'd learn, all of us, how to live together." "Just like that? You're very calm about all this." "I've lived with this for six fucking months!" Janice shouted hoarsely. She leaned forward. "Six months of knowing that I wasn't the only woman in my husband's bed or heart. Six months of knowing that my family—my family, Sherry—was gone. I am not calm. I want my family back. You're a part of it. So, are you in? Or out?"

  Sherry rose with slow grace from her chair and went to Janice. She cupped Janice's cheek in one hand and leaned to give the older woman a gentle kiss on the lips. "I'm in." she whispered as a shudder of relief coursed through Janice and tears filled her eyes, that one small explosion seeming to rob her of her purpose. Sherry kissed Janice again, stroking her face.

  Tears trailed down Janice's cheeks as Sherry pulled her chair out from the table and knelt beside her. "We'll take it slow," Sherry whispered as opened the buttons on her blouse. "Play a bit." With her blouse open, she released the clasp on the front of her bra and brought Janice's hand to her breast. She smiled as Janice cupped her breast, weighing it in her hand, then moving her hand to caress the globe and tease the nipple. "Taste me," Sherry encouraged as she stood. Janice leaned forward and took the offering in her mouth, suckling