“Oh, Jesus Christ, what am I doing to myself?” Margaret thought as she reluctantly pulled her wet fingers from her cunt. Beyond the thick drapes, the redhead and Brett were at the peak of their mutual orgasm and Margaret Stover turned away while she quickly pulled her panties back in place. She felt humiliated at having observed her own son's fucking the redhead as well as her own finger-fucking and she quickly crossed the cocktail lounge and went outside as quietly as possible.
Getting back into the air-conditioned comfort of her Imperial didn't stop the itching sensation that still burned in her pussy but all Margaret could think about was how she would ever get through the day without a prick to give her release. It had been so many years since her husband had fucked her and at the moment she had no lover. Also, her conscience was bothering her because she had enjoyed the fuck scene she was watching and even wished that it had been her instead of the redhead bending over before Brett, her son!
Margaret went home and took a cold shower. She completely forgot the reason she went to The Oaken Bucket. In fact, she forgot everything except her own bodily demands. She realized she was missing a lot from life and decided to get herself a lover, whatever the price. And as she drifted off in her usual afternoon nap, she thought-maybe that lover will be Brett!
CHAPTER FOUR
Victoria Stover sat brushing her long, blonde hair, her face contorted in a mask of rage. She was angry that Brett, her husband, was off to Los Angeles and couldn't take her. What the fuck was she supposed to do with herself until he got home, diddle herself? Not to mention what Brett would do by himself out there. Since their marriage two years ago, Victoria had watched Brett carefully to make sure his fancy wasn't taken by a younger face, a more shapely leg, a larger pair of titties.
And to date, she had been very successful. When he'd had to go on trips before, she'd been able to go with him, but this time it had happened so fast, there'd been no time for her to pack. And even then, she had gotten the message. Brett's father hadn't wanted her to go!
She slammed down the gold-handled brush. It wasn't that she loved her husband, it was his father's money that had attracted her, and she wasn't about to let that fortune slip through her fingers. Not if she could help it!
Victoria walked into the dressing room that connected the bedroom with the bathroom and she looked at herself in the large wall mirror. If she had ever been grateful for anything it was the way she looked, as she knew that her goo; looks were what had had attracted Brett Stover to her. She had little else going for her but perhaps a lot of determination and that combined with her natural beauty had gotten her everything she had ever wanted to get for herself. She wanted a lot and she wasn't satisfied to simply wait until she was just too old to enjoy the good things of life. Brett Stover was really only the first major step toward her goal, in a careful design of fulfillment of her desires.
Smiling at her own beautiful reflection, her anger forgotten for the moment, Victoria began to undress so she could take a shower before her dinner. She was pleased that her face still had the look of a certain innocence, yet her sharp features, framed by her long, smooth, blonde hair contained a maturity far beyond her twenty-three years. Sophisticated but innocent, Victoria thought and she reached back over her shoulder to pull down the zipper on her dress. She was particularly pleased with the sleek way her long, shapely legs appeared and she always maintained an even tan so she wouldn't have to wear nylons. She was vain and having good-looking legs without nylons on was very satisfying to her image of herself and her ego.
Actually, Victoria Stover had a right to be proud of her body and she was every ounce a beautiful woman physically. Her titties were large, but pointed straight out without the help of a bra. Her round hips and firm asscheeks were particularly enticing because of the narrowness of her long waist. Naked, she looked like a woman who was built in homage to pure sexuality and beneath the blonde, silky mound of her lush pussy hair was the real center of her personality. She loved to fuck and she was more than willing to use her cunt to get her what she wanted. Brett's father's wealth and power were her primary goal.
Victoria hung her dress in her closet and was about to go in to the shower when she heard a knock on the bedroom door. She grabbed her robe and slipped it on before seeing who it was.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Stover,” Nora said, as Victoria opened the door. “Mr. Hewitt would like to speak with you on the telephone.”
“Is it the Mr. Hewitt who just moved to Northport?” Victoria said. She knew that Nora McCarthy kept tabs on everyone in the Long Island town.
“Yes, I believe so, Mrs. Stover. Only thing is, he's moved to Northport only since going to work for Mr. Stover, Sr.” The maid was smiling at having had the opportunity to spring some news on Victoria. “A friend of mine works for him,” she added after seeing the quizzical expression on Victoria's face.
“I see. Thank you, Nora. I'll take the call up here.” Victoria closed the door.
Nora was curious to know why Jack's employer was calling Victoria, but when she got to the telephone downstairs, she put the receiver back on the hook. She wasn't so curious as to listen in on their conversation and risk loosing her job.
Victoria picked up the extension phone by her bed wondering also what reason Mr. Andrew Hewitt could have to call her. She vaguely remembered meeting him once and she thought he was very handsome, though poor.
“This is Victoria Stover,” she announced into the telephone. For a moment there was no response and she wondered if someone was still on the line.
“Hello? Hello, Mrs. Stover? This is Andrew. Hewitt. I do hope I'm not interrupting anything very important.” His voice was smooth and suave sounding and Victoria smiled to herself for having remembered the first name correctly.
“Not at all, Mr. Hewitt. It's very nice to hear from you.” Victoria was being cautious after having learned about his new position from the maid. She remembered that he was an accountant and she wondered how important Hewitt's position was in Stover Enterprises. If he lived in Northport as Nora McCarthy had stated, it had to be very important.
“I realize this is a last-minute request, but I hope you are free this evening,” Andrew said. He wasn't sure how to play it with Victoria and he had decided to make the conversation sound very important. This way he hoped to influence her, even if she already had made plans. “I've been in a meeting with your father-in-law all afternoon and this was the first opportunity I've had to call you,” he lied. The truth was that he has waited until he was sure Brett, Junior had left for Los Angeles. “We were going over some monetary considerations and there are some matters that Mr. Stover would like to discuss with you.” Andrew refrained from using Brett's first name to convey that this was strictly business.
“Do you mean this very evening?” Victoria asked. She was dying to know what the monetary considerations Andrew referred to concerned, but she didn't want to sound anxious. She hoped he would volunteer the information.
“Yes! May I pick you up around eight-thirty,” Andrew said immediately. He didn't want to give Victoria time to think about it.
Victoria would normally have found an excuse to back out on such short notice, if it were Brett's father calling as she wouldn't want to seem too readily available. It was her strategy to lead Brett Stover, Senior on a merry chase when she came to the right opportunity, but Andrew Hewitt being involved made a difference. The meeting Brett's father wanted might actually be important she thought. Perhaps it had something to do with a will or a settlement. Brett, Senior was not that old but there was always the possibility of something happening.
“Yes, all right! If it's important, I'll be ready at eight-thirty,” Victoria said. She purposefully kept her tone somewhat reticent.
“Very good, wonderful! I hope this won't inconvenience you in the slightest,” Andrew added. He was relieved to have her agreement to go to Brett Stover's. He knew it was important if he was to keep his new job.
“Not at all, Mr. Hewitt. I'll see you later this evening then.”
“Right. Good bye for now!”
Victoria hung up the telephone and sat down on the bed for a moment, wondering what the meeting with her father-in-law was going to be about. There were so many possibilities she decided to wait and find out when she
