A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

This is the final installment of "A Load in Every Hole," a redo/tribute to an earlier story of the same name. The first two installments were roundly berated, but the third produced a strong sentiment for a finish, so here we go. It is long—30K words.

Two notes: first, unlike other works I've done in which the storyline or characters tend to drive the action, here the sex itself drives it, and this makes it the most graphic of the stories I've written. Second, the narrator shifts in this story, starting with the husband in part I, moving to the wife in part II, then returning to the husband in parts III and IV.

And yes, this is an interracial piece, so, if that offends you, please find something else more to your liking. Everyone in the story is at least eighteen.

Part One: Arcade Games

(Mark's Story)

"It's your fault," Mary said, casually tossing her shopping bags onto the king-sized bed.

She and my associate Lisa had gone on a "girl's only" shopping trip the morning after she arrived in Vegas. Her reasoning was unstated but apparent: get the "other woman" alone and grill the shit out of her. Only Lisa wasn't the "other woman," just a lonely kid who'd gotten a little tipsy and made a mistake coming on me.

I had no say in Mary's task or how she handled it, so I ate breakfast at a leisurely pace, went through a long workout and returned to our room to answer emails and await the verdict. Our conference had ended the day before with the disastrous bust-out ...

... of the client we'd been pursuing, Threxxco. The client rep's suggestion that my wife and associate ought to be offered up as a literal "love offering" to secure the engagement put a stake in the deal's heart, so no business remained to be done in Vegas. Lisa was due to fly back this afternoon while Mary and I were staying through the weekend.

Mary had dressed far sexier than her Fargo self for the shopping/debrief, which was of course quite intentional.

She'd donned a new flowery yellow summer dress so short that if she bent over, she'd be flashing the congregation, a canary-yellow thong, no bra, and a pair of high-heeled sandals that strapped up the calf. Vegas was, as always, brutally hot, but quite frankly that had nothing to do with why she'd dressed up to the nines.

She wanted to send a clear message to Lisa,if you take me on, you'll lose. Regardless of her intentions, the effect on me was the same. I wanted to throw her on the bed and have my way with her, even though we'd just completed a double the night before.

"Okay, I'll bite," I answered, "what's my fault this time?"

"Lisa coming on to you," Mary said firmly.

"Bullshit!" I responded eloquently. "I never encouraged her one iota. Not with a look, a word, nothing. Did she say that? Because if she did, she's covering her own backside!"

"No, she didn't say that" Mary said, "and I didn't say you encouraged her, or that you responded when she made a go at you. You, Don, and Mel work her like a slave, ...