All About The Money - Sex Stories

All About The Money

... sure it was ready. The person at the bedroom door arrived much earlier than he expected. It wasn't who he expected either. Derek's wife Gillian stood there, looking perfect. Jack had always admired her. Certainly she was beautiful and lustable. But she was also a great mother, a caring friend, and a generous person. There was no reason on earth for her to be at his bedroom door. Gillian seemed to be shocked by what she saw. She dropped the duffel bag that she had been holding and big bundles of cash fell out. Jack barely noticed the money as he tried to understand why this perfect woman was there in his house. "Did you bring enough bullets to share," she asked with a sad smile. All Jack could do was stare at her and swallow. "Can I tell you a few things before we do it?" she asked. "We?" he asked. She gave him a sad smile, nodded, and then walked as if to sit on the bed next to him. She stopped before she sat. "Before we talk, will you do something else for me?" she asked. When he nodded, she said, "Stand up." Jack was puzzled, but he set the gun on the bed and stood up. Gillian stepped close and put her hands on his shoulders. She seemed to take his measure as she smoothed his shirt at his shoulders and chest. Stepping even closer, she reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. For a moment, Jack thought he might die. This perfect woman was kissing him. Her lips were soft and warm. They gently demanded that he prove himself to her while offering him endless pleasure in ...

... return. Without forcing it, he took her in his arms, and let her lips know what he was made of. Her body melted into his in approval. His body ached for her as she ended the kiss, but she didn't push away. Her eyes sought his. He knew he would ruin the moment, but he had to ask. "Why would you do that?" She actually smiled. At him. He couldn't remember the last time his wife had smiled at him. "I came here to set a trap, but I was too late," she said. "I was going to show her how much money he has won using marked cards, and then twist the words he said about her worth to make her angry. She would have defended him, taken the money, and then they would have run off for a week like they did last August. By the time they got back, I would have finished locking him out of my house and my money." "You can't get rid of a spouse that easily," Jack commented. "Thank god I never married the cheating bastard," she said bitterly. "I swear he charmed me into getting pregnant the first time. I kept letting him have money and cars and toys, hoping that he would be a good father. It's time for the bastard to go." There were very few tears in her eyes as she looked at Jack. "I think that my hatred and despair are nearly equal to yours, but not really enough to put a gun to my head," she said. "I think I was close, though. The look you gave me just now has made me reconsider." "I wasn't..." he started to say, but she kissed him again, and he forgot what he was going to say. Her lips demanded his ...