only known him for a few hours then and she had loved him. She had learned quickly about his demands on people, and even though she could never reject him when he visited her for a hot screw session, she resented the fact that she had become so dependent on him. She had disliked his wife, Margaret, from the start, but, in many ways, Nora could understand why Margaret had rejected him. It was, or course, ironic to Nora that Margaret was not only Brett, Junior's mother, but she also was more of his nursemaid than Nora had ever been. Nora quickly learned that at least inside their house, she was primarily responsible for being Brett, Senior's fuckhole and not a nursemaid for their son. Nora realized that Margaret didn't care how many affairs Brett, Senior had as long as he left her alone. And Margaret Stover was very careful to always lock her door at night. Nora accepted her position not so much out of sympathy for Margaret as for her own needs and she knew then that she had been caught up in a trap that led nowhere. When Brett, Second was in college, Stover Senior's visits to Nora became less and less frequent, then finally, they ceased altogether as Brett found younger girls to fuck with. For three years before Junior moved into his own home on Long Island and Nora went with him as his wife's personal maid, she didn't see the older Brett at all. She knew that it had been Margaret's plan for her to go to work at Junior's home, but Senior didn't stop the move since he had no more need or desire for her. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she had developed an intense loyalty to Brett Stover, Senior even though she no longer loved him. She was very conscious of it and if at any moment he had a demand of her, she would gladly and willingly do it.
Now, she glanced at her watch. The party wasn't until nine and it was only seven-forty-five. Nora had time to see Jack O'Hara, the chauffeur at the house next to hers. Nora stopped the car as she became aware of having driven past the entrance to the Hewitt's, Jack's employers, while daydreaming about the past. Turning in her seat to back the car down the narrow road to the driveway, she felt the dampness at her cunt. Her thoughts had made her excited and so she hurried along the drive that took her to the Hewitt home and to Jack. She wanted him to fuck her right away. Her daydreaming combined with the week of not seeing Jack made her more anxious than she had realized.
The Hewitt house was set well back on the property as most houses were. It was a large, rambling structure that appeared to have been built so as not to disturb the surrounding trees. She turned the car toward a building that was obviously the garages, and she could see the stairs up the side of the building which led to the apartment above, just as Jack had described it to her.
As Nora parked the car, Jack appeared at the top of the stairs and she got out and ran up to greet him. Jack was a couple of years older than her and had been a bachelor all his life. He was rather set in his ways, as he had been in the Army for years before he retired to become a civilian. He only resigned because he had put the necessary time in to collect a pension and then had met Andrew Hewitt through a mutual friend. The job that Andrew offered him sounded ideal to Jack and he had quickly put in his retirement papers.
“How do you like my new quarters?” Jack said, motioning around.
“Looks like more work to me!” Nora replied smiling. She knew it was the location that Jack was talking about, but she kidded him anyway.
“Shit, you know I never have much to do, anyway!” he said seriously. He held the door to his quarters open and motioned to her to go inside.
Nora was always surprised at how immaculate Jack kept his place, but she hadn't expected it to be as nice as it was. The place was like a one bedroom apartment, but Jack had it fixed up to look like the inside of an army bunkroom. On the polished table was waiting a bottle of chilled Cold Duck and two glasses were placed neatly beside it.
“That's just to celebrate seeing you after a week!” Jack quickly exclaimed, noticing Nora's expression of pleasure. Jack went to the table and picked up the bottle, holding it out to her. “What do you say? Do you have time?”
“Go ahead, fill my glass, they'll wait for me!” Nora replied, slipping her coat off. She was really happy to be with Jack again and she knew that the evening was going to be just as she liked it. She began undressing as Jack uncorked the bottle and poured out the Cold Duck into the glasses and was stripped all the way down to her bra and panties by the time Jack had handed her a glass.
“What shall we drink to?” Jack questioned, holding his drink up in the air.
“Let's drink to you and me,” Nora said quickly and they both clinked their glasses and downed large swallows. Nora started to set her drink down when Jack stopped her.
“Hold it, Nora! We should also drink to Andrew Hewitt for providing us with the privacy we need for our little tete a tetes.” Jack was smiling broadly as he drank down the remaining liquid in his glass.
Nora drained off the booze in her glass, then she turned around for Jack to unfasten her bra. “I've always wondered why the Hewitts never got involved in the swap gatherings? Do you know why, Jack?” Nora asked curiously.
“That young wife of his keeps him pretty busy, I guess,” Jack replied while removing her bra. He slid his hands around her ribs and grasped her full, rounded titties as she let the bra fall to the floor. “Just as well for him,” Jack continued casually. “He's working for Brett Stover, Senior you know. That's why he was able to buy this new spread out here in Northport. Mr. Hewitt is the new CPA for Stover Enterprises.”
Nora wasn't quite sure she had heard what Jack had said, as her thoughts were preoccupied with his fondling of her large boobies. She turned around to face him.
“Did you say that your boss is working now for Stover, the First?” she asked seriously.
Jack had already started to remove her panties, and he let them fall down around her ankles before answering her. He was always anxious to see the smooth-skinned texture of her shapely body, and he never could get over how young her body appeared. He thought she looked more like I thirty than her actual forty-nine years.
“That's the truth,” Jack finally said, but he wanted to get off of that subject and down to the business at hand. He started removing his own clothing after motioning for Nora to refill their glasses. “Fact is, Mr. Hewitt is over visiting with old man Stover right now,” Jack said to end the conversation.
Nora forced her attention to the pouring of the drinks.
She had to satisfy her natural curiosity about Brett Stover's business activities, but then she forgot completely about it since her cunt wanted Jack's big prick in the worse way.
Then she had to go back and serve at the party. As if those youngsters could fool her. Their “parties” were only a polite way of describing the mate-swapping group that Brett, Jr. and Victoria belonged to. On those evenings, which seemed to Nora to be occurring more and more frequently, she always had to work. Although on those evenings she usually was only required to answer the door and serve canapes, she didn't like the work involved in getting the place ready for the group. She was glad she didn't have to hang around the living room after things got going as she didn't like being an observer of something she'd just as soon participate in. At least she would like to get involved in the sexual activities. The occasions when Brett, Jr. and Victoria would provide special entertainment turned her stomach. She had felt sick when Brett had used the wife of one of his employees to entertain the group, to strip and let all of the men fuck her. Nora was sure that the young man's wife would never have allowed Brett to touch her if he hadn't been her husband's employer. To Nora that was forcing people into something they wouldn't normally do and therefore it was wrong. Nora had become so upset seeing the man carrying his hysterical wife out of the house that evening, she had nearly quit working for Brett, Jr.
But now she forgot about the wild orgies Brett and Victoria carried out in their home. She was going to have a little orgy of her own, and Jack was coming for her, his prick, huge, beautiful and beckoning.
CHAPTER TWO
Margaret Stover, stunningly beautiful, sat sipping her martini. She hadn't really wanted to stay but Brett had insisted and if she was to get that diamond necklace, she'd better do as he said.
Now she looked at the young Andrew Hewitt, his dark hair wavy and thick, his grey eyes, large and smiling, serious now as he went over the business details with Brett. Andrew had come over without his wife, Anita, so to all outward appearances, he seemed seriously involved in company problems with Brett. Margaret had been through these conversations with many of Brett's employees before now and this one was just as boring as the last one.
