.."Uh, Mike, have a second?"It's Crystal, an idiot programmer hired, you suspect, because she has a great pair of tits. She's probably banging one of ...he executives... way too busy for grunts like you. Not that you'd step out on your beautiful wife Amber at home.Still, you've got to say that she is hot, even if her IQ is probably lower than her bra size. Her long blond hair goes all the way to her calves and she has these big blue eyes that made me get wobbly inside even though I'd never be. My agent said I was rich, but all I could feel was the ache in my chest. My money meant nothing without her to share it with. There was a benefit concert my agent had volunteered me to perform for. Because it was a benefit, I didn’t make my backup guys attend. It was only me when my turn to perform came. There I was, me and my old 6 string, sitting on a stool in front of 10,000 people. I could have said they were fans but that might have given some of you they were my fans. They weren’t all. “You are a presumptuous little harlot,” she panted accusingly as she sat on my bed. “But you have satisfied me so I will be lenient in my punishment of you.” She positioned me across her knee and shoved my legs apart. I became wetter at the thought that she was going to spank me, which I felt to be a bizarre reaction to something I loathed as a child, but her first stinging blow landed not on my clenched arse but my swollen and excruciatingly excited pussy. I gasped with shock and then. ”“What?” Dan, Scott, and Karen looked at her.“What I’m saying is and again, this is only a suggestion, why don’t we let them have a taste of what married life would be like.”“Letting them live together, that ought to kill their romance pretty quickly!” Dan joked.“Hey ... says who?” Karen frowned, elbowing him in the ribs.“It might not work either when my boys are home from hockey for Christmas break and at the end of their seasons. I don’t think either one would like knowing Brad is fucking.