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Menage With a Billionaire

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Menage with a Billionaire

By Sheila Rose

 

 

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 

All characters, names, artwork and related materials mentioned herein, whether registered or unregistered are the property and trademarks of Sheila Publishing. All rights reserved.

 

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without written permission from the publisher.

 

Copyright ©2015 Sheila Publishing

 

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Part One

Lisa

              Lisa shut the door behind her, kicking off her heels with a sigh. The familiar scent of her house surrounded her, comforting her in a way that only home could. 

              Though she had recently purchased the three bedroom house in a nice neighborhood, Lisa had made every effort to make it her own. She filled the rooms with the furniture and art that she liked, molding it into a place that she could relax after a long day at work.

              Recently graduated from College, Lisa worked a typical nine to five cubicle job. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills alright. Still, Lisa worried about her finances. She didn’t have any kids to support, but she had a mountain of student debt to pay off.

              The house was an extravagant purchase for her, but she felt it necessary to start living the life she wanted. In a way, it was her reward for putting herself through college, which had been no easy feat. She was sick of living in tiny apartments and paying off someone else’s mortgage, or the obnoxious roommates she often had to live with during her college years.

              She wanted a place of her own, and she thought she deserved it. The house payments were always made on time, but occasionally she did start to fall behind on her car payment when money became tight.

              When she thought about the many years it would take to pay off her debt, the anxiety did sometimes creep in. But Lisa tried not to think of it that way. She wanted to be proud of her accomplishments, and would do whatever it took to keep it that way.

              Lisa began her nightly ritual by padding across the carpet in her bare feet, relishing the plush softness between her toes. She flicked on the stereo to a soundtrack of soothing melodies that always helped her unwind after work.

              After lighting her lavender scented candles and pouring herself a glass of red wine, she sorted through her mail and pulled the classifieds from the newspaper. Untucking her silky blouse from her skirt, she wandered down the hallway, armed for her mission.

              In the master bedroom, Lisa turned on the taps in her garden tub, getting the temperature just right. She sat down on the ledge and poured in her favorite bath salts and oils, deciding that a little pampering was in order.

              As the bath filled, she made her way to the vanity, and began washing her face. It was something Lisa usually liked to do, taking care of herself. Her body was a temple, after all.

              But tonight, as she looked in the mirror, she frowned at the tired expression she wore. Though she knew she was a beautiful woman, with her mocha colored skin and ebony eyes, she could tell that her financial worries had been taking their toll on her.

              She missed the carefree expression she usually wore, and decided then and there she was going to do something about it. She just didn’t know what yet.

              Lisa brushed out the long sable waves of hair that curled down past her breasts, and then pinned them up on top of her head. She smiled at herself in the mirror, a reminder to treat herself kindly. She would get through this little hiccup of her financial burdens, and come out on the other side victorious. She had already accomplished so much, she knew she would conquer this too.

              She unbuttoned her blouse and shimmied out of her skirt, tossing the clothes in the laundry basket before stepping into the bath.

              The hot foamy water was a balm to her tired muscles, and the scents of citrus lifted her spirits immediately. For a moment, she just closed her eyes and relaxed, sipping her glass of wine and savoring the bursts of flavor on her tongue.

              She felt that aching need between her legs, thinking how nice an orgasm would be right about now. If only she had a nice man to give her one. That was what she really needed, she thought in amusement, a long night of uninhibited pleasure with a delectable man. Unfortunately, nobody she knew at the moment fit that description, so Lisa would have to settle for her vibrator tonight.

              Once she finished her wine, Lisa took hold of the classifieds, flipping to the job section. It was always hit or miss with these things, but Lisa figured she may as well try.

              After scanning through several ads that didn’t sound very appealing, Lisa paused on one that did. It was an open position for a server at a well-known catering company. It was a night job, which would suit her perfectly, and from what she knew of the company, they had a good reputation.

              The only requirements were the ability to carry a tray, and natural grace and elegance. Lisa thought she had those traits in spades, and though she’d never waitressed before, she didn’t think it would be too difficult to carry a tray.

              As an added bonus, she imagined all the handsome men that would be at the type of events she catered for. Much better than meeting men on internet dating sites, she mused.

              There was an email address and instructions on how to apply at the bottom of the ad, and Lisa decided she didn’t want to wait.

              With a renewed sense of determination, she stepped from the bath feeling much better about her future. Sheathing herself in a silk robe, she carried the paper to her study and settled in.

              It was time to work on her resume.

 

 

 

 

 

Part Two

Jeff

 

              Jeff Pennington sat out on his back Veranda, inhaling the fresh morning air as he sipped from his steaming cup of coffee. Beside him, his wife Claire sipped her own morning tea, digging into a grapefruit. It was quiet, save for the soft lapping of the waves against the dock below.

              As he stared out at the rippling blue water, it calmed him, just as it always did. The view from his mansion was one that couldn’t be beat, the rolling hill before him dipping into his own private lake. There were a set of stone stairs leading down to his vast expansion of land, and Jeff often reminded himself that he needed to take the time to appreciate it.

              The scent of crisp pine filled the air, and Jeff closed his eyes to inhale it. This was his own little piece of paradise, and yet, he couldn’t help feel that something was missing.

              He lived a life of luxury, so he had no right to complain. He was a Billionaire, with more money than he even knew what to do with sometimes. He’d conquered the business world long ago, and attained everything that he ever wanted to go with it, including the trophy wife. Claire was stunningly beautiful with her long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Admittedly, he spoiled the woman, probably more than he should have. She had everything a woman could ever want, and yet all she had to do was snap her fingers to have more.

              She spent most of her time shopping, or being pampered in the best of spas and beauty salons. But Jeff was quick to reap the rewards. Claire kept herself in shape, and always looked her best too. And when it came to their sex lives, she wasn’t shy about what she wanted. Jeff had often thought that he’d hit the jackpot with such an adventurous wife. In the early years of their marriage, they were always trying new things together. Sex in public? They’d done it. A built in sex dungeon and a plethora of toys? Done that too. BDSM clubs, yes they’d tried them.

              It had been a rollercoaster ride of epic orgasms for Jeff and Claire. But as of late, they’d grown into a routine as most married couples do. The spark had slipped away little by little, and it was something they needed to work on. They wanted to add the excitement back into their life, but Jeff just wasn’t really sure how.

              He was a good looking man by all accounts. Tall, dark, and handsome as they say, with dark hair and blue eyes. He often had more than a few lingering stares cast in his direction whenever they were out in public. And lately he’d found himself thriving on that attention more and more.

              Claire had seemed more concerned with the latest fashion trends than his cock, and his ego was hurting because of it. But he knew she was just as aware of their little hiccup as he was. She had been remarking lately about spicing things up, but he hadn’t yet understood how she planned to do that.

              Claire’s birthday was coming up, and he had been toying with the idea of doing something special for it. Perhaps a getaway of sorts, some time to renew their love life. A remote island came to mind. One with no shopping malls, he thought with a smile.

              “What are you grinning about over there?” Claire asked him teasingly.

              “Just thinking about your birthday,” he said. “Do you have any idea what you want yet?”

              She sat back and crossed her legs, her robe sliding open to reveal her bare thigh. Jeff’s member stiffened at the sight of it, and he discreetly adjusted it. Though he would have loved to take Claire then and there, he was afraid she’d reject him if he tried.

              “Actually, I do.” Claire gave him a knowing smile. “I was thinking this year I’d like to go all out. Do something really special.”

              “Oh?” Jeff perked up. “And how would you like to do that darling?”

              “I want to have a party,” she stated. “But not just any party. A huge celebration, right here at the mansion with the best of everything. The best event planners, caterers, music, you name it… the whole shebang.”

              “Oh.” Jeff nodded, trying to hide his disappointment. He didn’t mind giving her a party, but he was hoping she’d been thinking more along the lines of something sexual.

              “And there is one other thing,” Claire said, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

              “What is it darling?” he asked distractedly.

              “I want to make it a night to remember, and not just for the guests.”

              Jeff picked up the paper and began to read, barely listening. He suspected Claire was about to start talking color schemes and finger foods as she always did with events such as these.

              Claire stood up and sauntered over to him, pulling the paper from his hands as she sat down in his lap. Jeff was taken aback, and a little surprised by the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

              “I was thinking…” Claire continued, stroking his jaw in her palms. “That we could make it a night to remember for us too darling.”

              Jeff swallowed the lump in his throat, his voice coming out raspy when he spoke. “Well, I’m all ears,” he said.

              “What would you say,” Claire purred. “If I were to ask you to have a threesome as a birthday gift to me.”

              Jeff’s brows shot up, and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face.

              “Really?” he asked. “A threesome?”

              “Yes,” Claire replied, shifting her weight so that she was straddling him. “I know we’ve both been wanting to spice things up lately. What better way to do that then with adding another woman to the mix?”

              Jeff blew out a breath of air as Claire trailed her hand down his chest and gripped his erection through his trousers. She began to stroke him through the material, and his head fell back on a groan.

              “So what do you say darling?” she asked in a throaty voice.

              “I say my darling wife,” he rasped. “That I would be more than happy to oblige you just about anything right now.”

              “So I take that as a yes?” she grinned, kissing his neck.

              “You can take that as a resounding yes,” he chuckled, pulling her hips against him. “Now quit talking and make love to your obliging husband.”

 

Part Three

Lisa

              Lisa stared in awe at the mansion before her, thinking she must have gotten the address mixed up. But after triple checking the piece of paper in her hands, she knew that wasn’t the case.

              She smoothed out her classy black skirt and vest, hoping it didn’t wrinkle on the way here. She already felt out of place just standing in the driveway of such a luxurious place, and she needed to play the part.

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