“Give me your office contacts,” Jack whispered, as his cock began to deflate and slide out of Trixie Ann’s well-lubricated pussy. “I want to fuck you again next week.”

She leaned on the stall partition to steady herself. She plumped her full breasts with her hands to settle them in her bra. It had been an energetic bout of sex in a stall of the airport ladies’ room and she was still breathing heavily. Her unbuttoned blouse was damp with sweat and her skirt was hiked up around her waist.

Trixie Ann Peters was a sales executive with a software company that Jack had literally ‘bumped into’ in an office plaza about a year previously. They had started a short, steamy affair soon after. She was thirty-eight with an hourglass figure, curly blonde hair, and big eyes. She looked like a movie actress from the 1950s.

For a few weeks, they met in hotel rooms for afternoons of frenzied sex. He bought a lot of her software for his corporate group, ensuring that she racked up big commissions. He also impregnated her and set up a contract paying for all her expenses.

Now months later, he’d run into her at the airport. She’d had his baby and was newly trim and fit. She was wearing a tight suit with a short skirt and a diaphanous white chiffon blouse. She made a sexy picture and aroused him instantly, for he knew she could not resist him. Initially reluctant, she soon matched his arousal. She came more than once – Jack pushed her to heights of pleasure that her husband could never give her.

One arm still around Jack, she reached into her handbag, pulled out her card case, and gave it to him.  He took a card and put the case back in her handbag.  He reached down, took her wet panties and put them in his pocket.  Then he opened the stall door and let her lean on him as he led her to the sink.

They both heard the sharp intake of breath and froze.  Jack looked up and saw a cute, young, dark-haired flight attendant standing by the door.

“OMG, that was incredible!” she said breathlessly.  “I wish someone would fuck me like that!”

Jack left Trixie Ann leaning on the sink and walked to the door.  As he approached the flight attendant, he saw that her eyes were riveted on his crotch, where his softening manhood still made a big bulge in his pants.

“Now is not a good time,” he said, stopping and speaking into her ear in a low tone.  “But give me a call and I’ll demonstrate what I just did to her.”

He drew one of his cards from his wallet.  She automatically put her hand out to take it, but Jack evaded her.  He undid the top button of her blouse and slid his card into her bra, feeling her firm breast as he did so.  Then he left the ladies’ room and went to the men’s room to clean up.

His phone buzzed with an incoming text just before he boarded his flight.

“Hi, I’m Scarlett Callahan,” he read. “We just met in the ladies’ room. Look forward to seeing you!”

There was an attached picture of her in her flight attendant’s uniform, looking very pretty. Her Irish heritage was reflected in her dark hair and peaches-and-cream complexion.

* * * * *

Jack signed the deal just before lunch and saw his team of counterparties out of his office suite. He walked them to the elevator and waited till the doors slid closed. Then he exhaled a long breath of relief.

It had been a hard-fought negotiation, but he had prevailed in the end. The acquisition added over a billion dollars of sales and $100 million of annual profits to the Foncault Group where he served as CEO. His cell phone rang as he walked back to his office, and he looked at the screen. It was Reginald St. James, the chairman of the Foncault Group, and his father-in-law. He swiped the phone open.

“Did they sign?” asked St. James.

“Yes,” said Jack.

“It took you long enough. Three weeks.”

“It was a tough deal to negotiate. They wanted to retain some control so they would get to keep some of the profit stream. But I managed to talk them out of it and get 100% control. It added another $10 million to the price, but it was worth it. It’s all ours now.”

“Did you authorize the bonuses?”

“Yes. All of my staff will get 100k each. I authorized 150k for my executive assistant, Farah Hojjat. She worked with me day and night.”

“You probably fucked Farah every night, Jack. That’s a lot of money to pay for sex.”

“What Farah and I do is none of your business. It is between her and me and my wife.”

“I really don’t know why my daughter puts up with all your cheating.” St. James paused. “She may accept you and your ways, Jack, but I don’t. I just waiting and watching. I’m giving all the help I can to your enemies – the Russia mafia, the Arab terrorists, the South American cartels. The day one of them kills you will be the happiest day of my life.”

“I know,” said Jack.

“I don’t care what you pay your staff. I’ll have the accountants make sure that you don’t get anything. Not a penny, Jack, exactly like it says in your contract.”

“Yes,” said Jack, thinking ruefully of the sixteen- to eighteen-hour days he had put in over the last three weeks. “Not a penny.”

You bastard, he thought. I just made the Foncault Group $100 million a year.

He took the rest of the day off. He went to his country club and played a round of golf.  Afterward, he had a drink in the bar and distracted himself by talking to the barman.  Jack was not one to mope or brood, especially about things he could not change.  By the time the sun began to set, he put the deal in a compartment of his mind and shut it.  He pulled up the picture of Scarlett Callahan, the attractive airline flight attendant.

He texted her. “You in town?  Still interested in getting together?”

Almost immediately his phone buzzed with a response.

“Flew in yesterday.  But my fiancé’s coming over to my Marriott room tonight. ”

“Blow him off,” Jack texted back.

“Wish I could.  But he’s flying in just to see me. Here’s something to keep you interested.”

There was an attached picture of Scarlett with her uniform jacket wide open, her blouse unbuttoned down to the waist, and the cups of her lacy black bra pulled down. She had a hand under each of her firm, young breasts, holding them together to form a tight cleavage around his business card.

“Say you have to work,” Jack texted back immediately.

There was a long pause without a response.  Jack thought she was not going to respond and almost ordered another drink when his phone buzzed again.

“OK.  But I’ll need something official.”

Jack called Farah and had her send Scarlett an email on the official letterhead asking her to attend an evening interview and assessment session for a cabin crew supervisory position.  Then he called Henry and sent him to the downtown Marriott with his limo.

“Check your email – the position is real, I’ll get you a promotion,” Jack texted Scarlett.  “My limo will pick you up in thirty mins.”

Within the hour, Scarlett was with him and he took her to the exclusive country club dining room for dinner.

While they were dining, her fiancé Don called and said he was at the Marriott and asked when she would be back.

“I’m working, darling,” she said, brushing back her dark tresses and smiling at Jack.  She took the phone off her ear and put it on speaker.

“But you are always working,” Don’s tone was plaintive.

“Yes, I have a demanding job.  As do you.  So you must understand.  This is very important for me.”

“When will you be back?  Will we have dinner together?”  A note of pleading entered Don’s voice.

“No, I’m having dinner at my assessment session,” said Scarlett.  “And don’t wait up for me, I may be very late – there are a lot of things to go over here.”

Don muttered something unintelligible but both Scarlett and Jack knew it was something disparaging about women working.  She cut the line and smiled at Jack uncertainly.

“I am sure you will keep me very busy,” she said.  “But I have to go back to Marriott later tonight.  Don wants to marry me.”

“Then you must definitely marry him,” Jack nodded as he reached for her thigh under the table.

They went to the Hilton in Jack’s limo.  Henry drove steadily, unaffected by the scene in his rearview as Jack’s hands and mouth roamed everywhere over Scarlett’s body, doing everything he could while leaving her clothes on.  In the elevator on the way up to his suite, Jack tore her clothes off. 

He carried her from the elevator to his suite in just her bra, panties, shoes and stockings.  With her semi-nakedness, the uniform scarf knotted around her throat was incongruous and she clutched the rest of her clothes in her hands.  They passed a young couple in the corridor and the pair stared at them open-mouthed. 

With practiced ease, Jack managed to brush the girl as they passed, running his forearm over her thin chiffon top and getting a quick feel of her nipple through her bra.  The girl let out a sudden exhalation, drawing the attention of her boyfriend, but by then Jack and Scarlett had already passed.

The thought of Don waiting at the Marriott gave an added edge to Scarlett’s excitement.  With Don, she was a slow burner and it took a long while for him to heat her up.  But this night with Jack she was already wet by the time he laid her down on the bed.  He stripped her wet panties off and only rubbed her nether lips briefly before she panted, “Hurry up Jack, I want you in me.  Now!”

Jack did not need a second invitation.  He rolled her on to her back, mounted her and fucked her with his usual vigor.  She came very quickly.  She rarely climaxed with Don and was not loud when she did – but now with Jack, she gave out full-throated moans as she bucked him and wrapped her legs around him.  He kept fucking her and she arched her back into him, getting her clit tighter against his mount. 

Jack held himself back until he felt her begin to shudder with her second orgasm and then let loose his flood of semen.  They lay together for a while, before Jack opened the bottle of champagne that was by the bed.  They drank and talked for a while.  Jack fucked her once again before he sent her back to the Marriott with Henry in the limo.

They repeated the tryst the next time she was in town a couple of days later, this time in her room at the Marriott.  Don called in the midst of it and Scarlett took the call to alleviate his suspicions.  She managed to gasp, “Just running through the airport, darling... I’ll call you back!” as Jack pounded her doggie-style, reveling in her firm, generous butt and tight pussy.

* * * * *

“Oh my God, Jack!” squealed Scarlett. “No one’s ever been this deep in me, even you! OH MY GOD!! Fuck!! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!! AGAIN!!”

It was her fourth tryst with Jack. With her newfound seniority, she had a lot more control over her routes. She used it to get as many trips to see Jack as she could.

She still wore her bra (though Jack had pulled down the cups), stockings and high heel shoes; her uniform skirt was hiked up around her waist. She had her airline scarf knotted around her throat, for Jack loved the reminder of her profession.

She rode Jack, rotating her hips wildly, gripping his huge cock with her tight pussy lips as she cried out in the throes of yet another orgasm. Jack was fucking her for the third time of the night. She’d lost count of how many times she had cum, for Jack knew exactly how to excite his sexual partners. What he liked about fucking Scarlett was that she loved rough sex: it made her cum quickly, hard and often.

Now she squashed her clitoris hard on the base of his cock and raked her nails on his chest hard enough to mark his skin. Jack kept arching his back, continuing to thrust into her as the spasmodic contractions of her orgasm went on and on. Her wet tightness pushed him very close to the edge and he grunted with the effort of holding back.

It was her hardest orgasm of the night and her entire vagina pulsed and clenched as she kept up a litany of, “OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD! OH, MY GOD!” Over and over. Jack was sure that her cries carried through the walls to the adjoining rooms. These were occupied by her crewmates and he wondered what they would say to Scarlett on the flight back.

She put her hands on his hips to draw him even deeper into her as she approached the apex of her orgasm.

“Easy, easy!” he remonstrated. “There’s shrapnel still lodged in my lower back!”

Then her phone rang, and she looked at the screen. It was her fiancé, Don.

“Don! Exactly… OOH…! on… AAH…! schedule!!” she gasped.

“As usual… Don’s timing is… perfect!” grunted Jack.

Scarlett tapped the screen and opened the call on speakerphone.

“Baby, I’ve been missing you!” Don’s voice was plaintive. “You said you’d call, I’ve been waiting.”

“OH, MY GOD! OOH!” Scarlett’s panted as Jack kept pushing into her and she swiveled her hips to keep her pussy rotating on his shaft. “Yes, yes! Sorry!! I’ve been… MY GOD…! busy!”

“Are you all right, honey? You sound like you’re in pain!”

“No… no… OOHH…!! I’m… on… the treadmill… hard… workout… OH, MY GOD!!” The last was forced out of her as Jack gave her a particularly powerful thrust.

“You always seem to be working out when I call. It’s very disconcerting to hear you panting and gasping like this. Are you coming home tomorrow?”

“MY GOD, YES!! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!”

She grabbed the phone to cut the line and her whole body went rigid. Her final vaginal spasm was so hard that Jack felt like his cock was in velvet vice. He could no longer hold back and exploded, shooting yet another gout of thick, musky jism deep into her innermost recesses. She squealed like a stuck pig. He arched his back to empty his load, and she clung to him before collapsing, completely spent.

They were both covered with sweat. Her uniform scarf and black bra were soaked with it. Jack’s thick, pungent semen leaked out of her pussy and coursed down to stain the tops of her stockings. Scarlett lay on Jack, his thick but softening cock still deep inside her. She propped herself up on his chest and he cupped her firm, rounded breasts, one in each hand. He tweaked her meaty nipples – they were still hard but grew even harder.

“How do you like fucking your pregnant girlfriend?”

“You’re not my girlfriend, Scarlett. I’m almost old enough to be your father. You’re getting married to Don on Saturday.”

“I know, I know, I’m twenty-four and you’re in your forties. But I’m carrying your baby, doesn’t that entitle me to call myself your girlfriend?”

“No. You’re marrying Don; legally it will be his baby. My assistant Farah has gone over the contract with you. Don doesn’t know about us, does he?”

“Of course not,” said Scarlett. “Don’s a great accountant, but he’s pretty naïve when it comes to women. When I told him I’m pregnant, he just assumed that his condom had leaked and that it’s his baby.” She tousled his hair and kissed him. “I want you to come to the wedding, Jack.”

“That’s not a good idea, Scarlett.”

“Why not? You’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me. You got me this promotion to cabin service director, I’m the youngest one in the airline! You fuck me to more orgasms in a night than Don has done since I met him. And you’re the father of my child. You should be there.”

“It won’t turn out well.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Weddings are always overladen with sexual tension. And I’m easily aroused. It’s not a good combination.”

“You can control yourself for a day, can’t you?”

“You can’t put a wolf in a flock of sheep and then blame it for preying on them. I know myself. I could ruin your wedding.”

“I’ll take that risk. I want you to be there.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

* * * * *

Scarlett stood at the head of the receiving line at the country club, anxiously scanning the crowd. Jack had reluctantly agreed to come to her wedding, but he had not been at the church. She still hoped he was coming to the reception. She was about to give up, when she saw him – at the end of the long line, wearing an open-neck silk shirt, tailored slacks and a well-cut jacket.

Scarlett kept looking at him, trying to catch his eye, but he was looking around the reception hall, people-watching. She went through the motions, speaking to friends and relatives in the line mechanically. Don stood by her, receiving everyone much more enthusiastically and did not notice her preoccupation.

Jack finally got to them.

“I love the off-the-shoulder gown, Scarlett. You look beautiful in white. The white ribbon choker is a nice touch. And white gloves! Very classy.”

“It is good to see you, Jack.” She turned to her new husband. “Don, this is Jack Grierson, he really helped me in my job.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Don, extending his hand.

“Congratulations!” said Jack. “You’re a lucky man.” He turned back to Scarlett. “Here’s a little something to help you on your honeymoon.” He handed her an envelope.

She opened the flap and took a quick peek inside. It...