Something, a worry perhaps, was nagging at Brian
Levine. He couldn't imagine what it could be. If
asked to sum up his life, he'd immediately reply
that everything was going great. He had the world
by the tail, so to speak. At 32, he'd already made
his mark as a successful stockbroker, riding the
wave of the century's hottest market. Married for
almost five years, his wife Debbi was as sexy and
desirable now as the day he'd first met her. They
lived in a big house in a suburb of a suburb of a
major metropolitan city, their home just as
impressive as any in the exclusive subdivision.
Supported by his financial success, Debbi didn't
have to work, instead filling her days with charity
functions, social events and decorating the house.
As a couple, they continued to grow together, still
going out on dates and returning home for
passionate sexual encounters. In fact, they'd
recently begun experimenting with sex toys and new
positions, adding a new spark to their sex lives.
Yes, life was good. But despite all that, Brian
still had that nagging doubt. It was the same
feeling he got when he suspected that the market
would do something crazy. Good or bad? He didn't
know. But movement nonetheless.
The Thursday that everything changed started out
as haphazardly and harried as any other. Brian
broke out the back door at a dead run, already late
for work. It took less than an hour to realize that
he'd left his meeting notes on the computer at
home. He briefly considered having Debbi e-mail
them to the office before dismissing the thought
with a smile. Debbi and computers were mortal
enemies. They were more likely to shut down in self
defense than to try and execute her dangerous
commands. And he really didn't want to risk the
possibility of all his notes disappearing into the
ether. No, the best bet would be to run home,
collect the disk, and head back. Maybe he'd even be
able to smooth talk her into a little afternoon
delight. They hadn't gotten nasty since Saturday
night, and he was beginning to feel on edge.
Casa de Levine sat on a full quarter-acre on the
northern edge of tony Woodridge Estates. A
contemporary with cathedral ceilings and an open
floor plan, it was one of the few homes with dual
entrances, front and rear. The front entrance led
to the regular street, which twisted and turned
every which way before emptying onto the main
thoroughfare. In the back, though, a short access
road led directly to the highway. Brian parked his
car here and trotted to the rear of his home,
entering through the patio doors off the family
room. Keeping quiet, but not conspicuously so, he
turned left into his home office, closing the twin
French doors behind him. They'd installed the doors
to shut off the noise from the family room, though
their plan had been only partially successful He
could still see and hear everything that went on,
but the muffled volume made it easier to ignore.
As the computer warmed up, Brian reviewed his
hastily assembled plans. First, e-mail his files to
the office, and download them to a disk as a safety
precaution. Then he'd hide out for a few minutes in
the hopes that Deb would come wandering through.
Pausing to fantasize about this part of the plan,
he pictured himself jumping out to surprise her,
enjoying the startled look on her face. He saw
himself steadying her with his hands on her
shoulders, then drawing her close for a kiss. She'd
resist for a moment and then part her lips for his
tongue, which he'd thrust inside as a preview of
what was to come. Then maybe he'd slip his hand
inside her shirt and palm her breast, or go
straight for the motherlode and squeeze her pussy
through her pants. They'd collapse down on the
couch, she shedding her jeans while he pulled open
her blouse, his mouth finding each nipple and
leaving it wet and erect. She'd undo his belt and
open his pants, pulling his hard dick from inside
his boxers. Unable to control his lust, he'd simply
crush down on top of her, pulling her panties aside
before splitting her cunt lips with his hard rod.
He'd go slow at first, enjoying the feel of her
rapidly warming hole, then speed up his strokes,
her panties adding friction even as her passage
constricted around his cock. When he finally came
it would be deep inside her, though he'd probably
still have to change because the smell of fresh sex
would cling to his clothing.