Author’s Note: If you just want to read the main story then follow the “a” parts (1a, 2a, 3a, etc.). This will tell a complete story from the main protagonist’s view (Rachel). The other parts will be stories that take place with other characters at the same time (1a, 1b, 1c,) and offer a few more pieces to the world around Rachel and her friends/family or they will be the same scene from the other person’s viewpoint to give the reader a different, well, perspective. I hope you enjoy.

Lawrence opened his eyes slowly as the bathroom light’s persistence finally won out. He blinked sleep away and pushed the blankets down from his chest. His eyes adjusted to the brightness from the master bath and he saw Laci, his Wife, putting on eye shadow in the bathroom mirror. She was in a pair of purple satin panties that her Ass all the time seemed to fall out of. His eyes followed her dark tan skin up her back and he looked in the mirror at the reflection of her large breasts that tended bring as much attention as her Ass did. They were ghost white against her tanned body and the nipple piercings gave off small reflections in the mirror’s light.

“I know of a way you can get rid of those tan lines, sweetie,” he said in a groggy voice still fighting off sleep.

Laci, startled, turned from the mirror quickly causing her tits to bounce. She had a panther tattoo on her right leg that covered most of her thigh and its tail curled up her hip with its front claw reaching (attacking) at her calf. It cost him a fortune, but she wanted it for her 25^th birthday. That’s been six years now.

Cocking an eyebrow and leaning back against the bathroom counter she quipped, “I’m sure our lovely little assistant would Love to come to work of a morning and see my big tits out in the sun, not to mention the Ackersons next door, so keep dreaming.”

“Mr. Ackerson is 86; you think they would do him in?” He joked.

Laci walked over to him, the purple satin of her panties tight against her body, and the low waistline barely hid her shaved mound underneath. Pulling the covers back more, she put her hand on his cock and leaned in to kiss him.

“You’re 44 and they do you in,” She smiled. He reached up and grabbed one of her large tits and squeezed her nipple between his fingers. He felt his cock stir under her hand as she broke the kiss and stood up.

“No playtime. I have a flight to catch,” She teased. Lawrence reached his hand up and pulled the top of her panties down and quickly rubbed his thumb over her a mix of smooth skin and tiny stubble. Her hair was jet black and left a dark shadow a day or so after she shaved; it turned him on so much.

“Stop! I can’t be late. I’ll take care of your big dick while we’re away, but you’ll have to handle it yourself this morning.” She said with a playful squeeze and then walked back to the bathroom. He watched her Ass move behind the folds of her panties as his dick grew harder. Tease.

They had a company/pleasure trip to Denver for the next two weeks. Laci got an early flight, but he needed to make sure everything was set up in the office while they were away, so he took one later in the evening. Their assistant, Rachel, would watch the office. Tax season was over, but he had a lot of inquiries from some of hotels and restaurants needing accountants, so he didn’t want to miss any work.

“Are you sure Rachel can handle this? She’s just a kid, y’know,” Laci asked, as she put on her bra and grabbed her jeans.

“Yea, she’s fine. It’s just a few hours a day and it will be setting up appointments mostly. Nothing big. She can take care of the cats too, so it is a win/win.”

“Well make sure she knows how to set the alarm and no fucking parties in the house,” Laci admonished.

“Do you really think that girl parties?” Lawrence asked with a laugh, “She’s barely 18 and her parents hardly let her out of their sight. Shit, she’s still in high school. I don’t think they let her date much either.”

“Whatever, just no parties.” Laci pulled a black t-shirt over her bra and buckled her belt. Throwing on her tennis shoes, she grabbed her luggage when her phone beeped. “Shit, my Uber’s here. Don’t be late to your flight, Lawrence, and I’ll call you when I land,” she said, kissing him goodbye. “And I’ll probably be at the lodge bar late with Mandy so meet me there. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he replied.

He heard the front door shut and just a few moments later the sound of the car pulling out of the driveway. Lawrence reached to the nightstand and grabbed his phone checking the time. Looking at the screen he saw he had about half an hour before he had to get up, so he laid back down in the bed. He never wondered he would enjoy working from home, but the pandemic changed that for them. After the downtown office building closed, they remodeled their empty guest house into an office. He enjoyed not having to commute and the extra sleep was a nice advantage, but he enjoyed getting out of the house more than he was now.

Sitting up, he tossed his personal phone next to him and grabbed his “business” phone from the nightstand, texting:

Lawrence: Hey, make sure you send the payroll to me by Wednesday next week. Thank you.

Abby: It is already being processed.

The codes matched he wondered with a smile.

Lawrence: How is my lovely blonde princess today?

Abby: Good, now that you are here. Is that pretty raven-haired Wife of yours gone?

Lawrence: She just left.

Abby: Did she take care of my big boy?

Lawrence: No, looks like you’ll have to do it.

Abby: Hmmm…hold on, let me Facetime you.

Lawrence felt his dick getting harder. He pulled his boxers down to Free it and get ready for Abby’s call. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but he was still bigger than most guys. He went from hiding it in gym class so people wouldn’t think he was a freak to swinging it around, metaphorically speaking, during his senior year after an ex spread a rumor about his size. He liked the attention, but it made for some awkward first-time moments, learning to have Sex with girls that had about as much experience as he did. His size led to lots of hand jobs until school.

His phone lit up and her image filled the screen.

“Good morning, Ms. Abby.”

The blonde girl on his screen smiled and sat back on her knees in bed.

“Good morning, big boy. You know you are one of the only people, other than Brandon, that gets to see my face without make up,” she said with a tired smile. “Maybe I can distract you with these.” She pulled her tank top in, so her tits fell out of the sides. She was smaller than Laci, but they were perky and fit her perfectly. She put her hands under them and squeezed them together for him.

“Those are pretty distracting,” he said massaging his dick. She had dark nipples with slightly tanned skin, not as dark as Laci’s. She had just turned 22 a few months ago. “You’re alone, of course?”

“I’m not into the habit of showing other men my tits while my fiancé is in the house, so, yea, just us right now. Are you hard? Let me see it,” she said smiling. Lawrence moved his phone down so she could see him getting harder.

“I can’t wait to get that. Please tell me you can come today,” she demanded.

“Not today,” he said, feeling his dick harden, knowing how bad she wanted it. “I will be in too late but maybe Wednesday.

“Hmm… I don’t think Brandon can handle me until then,” She moaned. “I’m so wet thinking about it.” She moved the phone down and pulled her shorts to the side, rubbing a finger over her Pussy. “Want me to play with it? So you can watch me cum and think about me when Laci is sucking your dick tonight?”

“Fuck, you’re bad. Show me,” he said as he felt his cock get fully erect.

“Are you stroking your hard di… SHIT!” Lawrence jumped at her reaction. “Brandon is pulling in the driveway. Fuck, the idiot probably forgot something. Love you, got to go. Text me when you can.”

The call went out and Lawrence was left with his dick in hand. He tossed the phone. He could have watched Porn or just finished but the thought of almost getting caught lost the mood for him. This may be a turn on for her, but he preferred it a little less risky. He felt his cock go limp in his hand and decided to get up and Shower. May as well hit the office early. Turning on the Shower, he let the Hot water fall over him, taking his thoughts to Denver.

Laci loved Denver and skiing, so he bought the ski cabin as a wedding present, and it turned out to be a lucrative venture as he was able to acquire two more. He had several clients in the city, so they took two to three trips a year there to meet face to face and keep their relationships fresh.

One of those clients had a daughter, Abby. He met her sorting through an absolute mess of a business that her dad purchased, a sports bar franchise that required him to go through a decade of physical paper to find out what was what and who owed money to whom. She worked as a server showing her dad that she could handle a job and maybe help with the business when she finished school, but she spent more time in the office with him, flirting, than she did serving. He didn’t mind the attention, though.

One night working until well after closing time, he poured himself a drink at the bar as the last manager left, telling him to remember the alarm when he locked up. He had a key to the place and thought he was alone, but Abby was rolling silver in the back. She found her way to the bar and sat down with him. The drinks added to the flirting, and they found themselves tangled up on the bar top, but he managed to stop himself as he remembered the cameras. He spent the next hour removing the footage, but they exchanged numbers and have talked ever since. At first, it was a plaything for both of them. Sexting and pictures mostly but his trips to Denver brought him there alone. Eventually, they would meet when he flew in and started a more physical affair.

The rules for the affair were that they only talked on his business phone after both codes were given. He set up a fake client, “Abby Tillman,” who he would meet while he was in Denver. He even had money sent to Abby’s fake company. Laci didn’t meet with the Denver clients, so it worked well. He would buy her things and was a Sugar Daddy for her for the first six months. She lived with a boyfriend who was a few years older than her and dumber than a box of rocks. But he has money, and his dad has connections, so him finding out could hurt him businesswise but there weren’t many close calls. The affair turned more intimate in the last few months, and they now have feelings for each other but he was clear that he and Laci were not getting a divorce. There was something darker holding him and his Wife together. It was that last thought that pulled him out his reminising as he cut off the steaming Shower.

Drying off, he trimmed his beard and combed out any tangles, adding beard oil to help shape it, he dressed in jeans and a blue button up and made his way past the pool to his office that now occupied the guest house. He made a cup of coffee in the office kitchen. Rachel would be there soon, and he needed to go over things with her before his trip. The coffee just finished when his phone rang.

Chicago

Per the instructions given, he never put the man’s name in his phone. It only said Chicago. Any one of five people could be on the other end. They shared that one office phone, and he never knew which one it was, but, thankfully, this was ending soon. One more month at the most. He picked up the phone.

“Morgan and Morgan, how may I help you?” He said with a dry throat.

“Lawrence, you all the time sound so upset when I call you. This is Federico. How you doing?” Federico was the oldest son; the one Lawrence primarily delt with lately.

“Oh, nothing like that. You just caught me before my morning coffee. How’s the Windy City?” Lawrence walked into his office and shut the door.

Lawrence heaved a heavy sigh when the call ended. He had to help cook the books for one more business and his “contract” with them would be over. He’d made a lot of money, some they didn’t know about, and they agreed that he could finally walk away. He texted his attorney, Marcus, with a simple message: “One more and we are out. It will be finalized in 4 weeks.”

“Understood.” Was the only response. Marcus is the one who encouraged him to move out of Chicago and come here. He said he knew the town and it would be a great new start for us and it would be away from the mob.

He heard a knock at his office door.

“Come in, Rachel.”

With a cup of coffee in her hand, Rachel opened the office door. She was the definition of cute, covered in freckles with long blazing red hair that she wore in a ponytail most mornings. Laci helped her style it one day, but she said it took too long of a morning. She was almost always 5 to 10 minutes late which was a running joke in their little office. He smiled once he remembered he left his coffee in the kitchen, and she made a new one.

“I told you that you don’t have to make the coffee around here; it makes me feel elitist and wrong,” he said as she walked over to his desk. She was wearing a business jacket over a satin looking shirt and a skirt to match the jacket. She was working hard on dressing professionally. Her family was one of the first to welcome them when they moved here two years ago and when she turned eighteen last month, he asked her dad if she could work for them during the summer and after school in the fall. She was happy for the money and enthusiastic about getting out of her house, it seemed. Her Dad was big in the local political scene which comes in handy.

“And I told you I don’t mind,” she replied with a smile filled with braces with rainbow rubber bands. She leaned over the desk to set it down. It really was an accident he told himself later. Looking up as she leaned over, his eyes went to the gap in her shirt to a small white bra that strained against her tits as if it were a size too small. He noticed the slight outline of slightly darker skin peeking out from the edge of the padded bra.

And I’m a fucking pervert.

Rachel leaned back up quickly, staring at him with a curious look on her face that disappeared in an instant as he asked her to scan some files. Walking out of the office, his eyes watched her leave in the tight skirt that showed a feint panty line. She, thankfully, shut the door behind her.

“What the hell?” He thought. It must have been a mixture of Laci teasing him and his interrupted chat with Abby. Sure, he was into younger girls, but she was still in high school and barely eighteen. He shrugged it off and sent a coded text to Abby who didn’t reply. He launched himself into work and hoped it distracted him from the stirrings he knew better than to feel.

Around 1 he sent Rachel to the house to get their lunch delivery. They never brought it around to the office so someone had to wait at the house to grab it. He heard her come back and start unpacking the lunch, so he met her in the kitchen where they sat down at the table. Lawrence made small talk about Denver and how one day Rachel’s family could stay in one of the lodges. Somewhere in the middle of him talking, Rachel pushed away from the table and took off her jacket placing it on the back of her chair. The top had thin straps that didn’t cover her bra and the satin material kept falling, showing off her cleavage. He noticed how her freckles continued into a “V” between her breasts before her pale white skin pushed back against them. He lost his thoughts as he stared at his young assistant.

“Sorry, that jacket’s too Hot. You were talking about the ski lodge you and Laci stay in,” she said looking at him without a hint of shyness anymore. He buried his eyes into his food and tried to hide glances while he ate. All his success at keeping his glances to a minimum stopped once they started cleaning off the table. Constantly leaning over, he could see all the way through her shirt to the tight white bra covering her tits. They moved as she wiped off the table, almost bouncing out, and her white skin started to cloud his judgement as his jeans tightened more. He needed to get away.

Shutting his office door, Lawrence went to his desk to see if Abby texted; she hadn’t. He needed to focus but his mind kept going back to Rachel.

“Yes, Mr. Morgan. Whatever you need Mr. Morgan. Your cologne smells nice, Mr. Morgan.” He felt his dick grow as he thought of one of her tits popping out from her bra in front him while she wiped off the table and how her hand would look on his hardening dick. He unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He had the zipper halfway down when the phone rang. Rachel answered it; it was a client so he zipped his pants back up and was able to move away from Rachel in his mind for a little while longer.

As the afternoon progressed, Lawrence found excuses to go to Rachel’s desk where he may be able to look down her top. He tried to keep his eyes on her freckled shoulders until he could risk looking her tits pressed against the bra. After a few needless trips to tell her things he could has just said from the office, he shut his office door and poured a drink. He was halfway through his first when his phone beeped. Hoping it was Laci or Abby, he grabbed it only to find his flight would be delayed until late.

He was letting Rachel leave a little early, so he went to her desk to make sure things were good for the next two weeks. And the sooner she left, the better. She turned her chair to face him when he walked to her desk, looking more mature than when she walked in this morning. Her jacket hung on the chair behind her, the skirt seemed more professional as she sat at the large desk replying to emails. Maybe it was seeing her sexually for the first time, but she was different that the girl her hired last month, than even he saw this morning bringing him his coffee. He stopped pretending to not look. His eyes locked on her chest, and he felt his heart start beating faster and his hands get colder as the blood seemed to leave them. Was it being alone with her, knowing her age and experience put her off limits or the way she looked at him so innocently that was riling him up? She was his to take. She wasn’t hours away living with a boyfriend or his Wife that shared his life and bills and all the things that came with it. She was off limits. Taboo. And he was standing there, not even pretending he wasn’t looking at her tits.

He was getting harder as he looked down at her, standing over her, her face level with his waist while she looked up at him. She had fire behind her eyes, a fire that seemed to mix with wonder, and maybe fear? He didn’t want her to be afraid; he should leave. He wouldn’t be able to stop if she kept looking at him like…

“What is that, Mr. Morgan?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

Did she just point at my crotch?

“That” she said pointing closer. “What is that bulge in your jeans. I don’t know what that is, Mr. Morgan.” He saw a feint movement in her lips, a smile maybe, as she blinked her eyes rapidly at him.

He thought hard about what to do next. There was no way she was that naive. She was 18 and surely had a boyfriend. He was married and already having an affair with a 22-year-old. This girl was less than half his age, and still in fucking high school. Was she just wanting to fantasize? Or was this for real? Wait, was she teasing him? He thought of Laci’s hand on his cock leaving him hard and Abby holding her tits for him this morning before she stopped. Was she just teasing him too? He felt his heart jump as he opened his mouth, dry from excitement of what he was about to do.

“I don’t know if I can tell you, Rachel. Only good girls get to know that and I’m not sure you’re a good girl.”