Earning extra money from married women

In the days following Mrs. Reed's first oral sex on me, a tangled feeling always lingered. I began to seriously consider my relationship with Mrs. Reed. Our relationship was delicate; we were neither lovers nor sweethearts. I felt more like a willing puppet in Mrs. Reed's hands. At the same time, I had some doubts about our May-December romance, mainly concerning Mr. Reed. What would happen if he discovered his wife was performing oral sex on me almost daily? I was also worried. My father had discovered the old woman's affair with his son, and he hadn't stopped me, because the consequences would be dire if Mr. Reed found out.

I became anxious.

My worry stemmed from the fact that Mr. Reed wasn't the kind of person you'd want to betray or deceive and manipulate. Since we moved in, he had treated me like a close friend, and I genuinely liked him very much. But he was a man almost intimidating in every way, Dan. Reed used to be an aggressive football forward in the neighborhood where I now attend school. He was 56 years old, about 235 pounds, and 6 feet 4 inches tall (193 cm). When he went to college, he started losing his hair, and it really started falling out. He started shaving his head, which looked good on him and made him look even more imposing.

He owned a company that made some kind of electronic adapter and made a lot of money, to be honest. I once heard my father say that Mr. Reed could make six figures if he did well, and another time I heard a neighbor at a party say that Dan could make $450,000 a year.

Now, we have a nice neighbor. The Reeds have a nice house, drive a nice car, and Mrs. Reed is a big spender, but they don't live like some rich people. They don't have children, and they don't seem to be spending money recklessly. So where does all the money go?

At the end of July, my parents decided to put new carpets in our house, which required the whole place to be torn up for three days. My family decided to take advantage of this opportunity to go to their temporary apartment in Cancun.

They were planning to go with another couple, so I was definitely not going to be invited. I was fine with that for three reasons.

First, the Johnsons' flowers had all withered and they were desperately trying to save them.

Second, because of this, Mrs. Reed had hinted that I had earned the right to enjoy the pleasure of her secret valley between her legs.

Third, Mr. Reed was going on a five-day business trip, so I preferred to stay home even more.

Two days before my parents were scheduled to leave, I was mowing the lawn when Mrs. Reed came up to me

. "Come with me."

She took my hand and led me into her house. Although I knew Dan was in my house talking to my father, so no one would disturb our tryst, my heart was pounding. This daytime tryst still made me nervous.

Jackie led me into the living room, and we embraced and kissed passionately. She slid her hand down my shorts and caressed my instantly hard penis.

"I'm interested in skinny dipping. Dan's going to a retirement dinner, I'll tell him I have a bit of a headache, do you want to come over and have some fun?"

My cock was fully erect, and she was moving her hand up and down on my penis. I groaned and leaned against her, lifting her shirt and sliding my hand inside, caressing and kneading her large breasts, while my buttocks pressed against her teasing fingers.

"Can we have sex tonight?" I pleaded.

"No, not tonight, because I have a new task for you. If you succeed, then I'll have sex with you. I'll take you to my bed, make that beautiful cock hard, and then I'll put it inside me. You want that, don't you?"

"Yes!" I choked out.

“I want it too, but you need to do me a favor first.”

“What? Anything.”

“Dan’s talking to your parents because he wants to invite you on a business trip with him, just for a few days. The interesting thing is, he wants to show you what he’s doing.”

She leaned against me, her other hand inside my shorts, her tongue moving rapidly in and out of my ear.

“Andy, I know he’s lying to me. There’s some bitch clinging to him somewhere. I’m going to find out who she is and bring me evidence, Andy. Then I’ll fuck you until the fucking bone comes out.”

“But what if he doesn’t see anyone?”

“He will!”

she yelled, squeezing my testicles hard to emphasize.

“I know, Andy, I promise. I need evidence, and if he asks if anything happened between us, remember to deny everything.”

“What! You mean he suspects something, that he said something or did something?!”

She started thrusting even harder.

“No, he didn’t suspect anything, of course not. But he might say something, like he’s trying to trick a child, to make you nervous, and you just tell him he’s crazy, deny everything.”

I started trembling.

“I will, please, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.”

She yanked her hand out of my shorts.

“Save it for tonight, darling. I want your balls overflowing. And Dan’ll be home soon, how about midnight tonight?”

I said I couldn’t wait. I wanted it now.

Mrs. Reed laughed.

“You little rascal, aren’t you afraid Dan will catch you in bed with someone else?”

About five seconds later, Dan burst through the door and yelled,

“Road trip!”

“Let the two of you go and discuss the dirty details,” Jackie said.

“Come on, baby, it’ll only be a little dirty,” Dan said.

She shook her head and walked away, then Dan said,

"Just kidding, it's going to be extraordinary!"

He pointed out the route to the city where his three biggest clients were located, whom he met with every afternoon.

"But at night, it'll just be the two of us in town. We might contact some of my clients too, but it'll be a great experience for you, to see how things work in the real world. It'll provide you with everything you need for your future college life."

On the way back, we'd stop in the city where I was going to college, Dan's alma mater.

"I'll give you a tour of the campus, tell you where the best dorms are, the best places to date girls..."

His laughter was a deep rumble, and my feeling was that I wondered if he planned to leave me stranded in the back of the car halfway through the trip. How much did he really know?

Dan told me I'd need to bring at least three outfits because we'd be going to parties every night.

"I'm not one of those Berg King guys," I said.

I only had three outfits, so that made the decision very easy. He liked my suits, the very old-fashioned kind, blue and gray, which gave off a fashionable vibe. But when he looked me up and down in my casual clothes, he frowned.

“You need clothes that you can wear out at night, for social occasions, that kind of thing.

A grey suit won’t get you into a nightclub or anything like that. Come with me.”

“What? Dan, I’m only 18. I can’t go to a nightclub.”

He ignored me.

“We have to go shopping.”

He walked across the room to tell Mrs. Reed we were going shopping. She pretended to pout and complained that she had never gone shopping before, but then she laughed and asked when she would have dinner ready.

As we left, she winked at me and mouthed a few words,

“Deny everything.”

We went to one of the city’s top luxury men’s boutiques—and by “top” I mean a shirt and trousers there would cost well over my monthly car payments—and Dan picked out clothes for me to try on.

Lyon, the shop’s head tailor, scribbled on me with a piece of chalk, marking where alterations were needed.

I didn't even have a chance to say, "Wait a minute," or, "This costs way more than my tuition for my first semester."

In the end, I got five suits, three tracksuits, four pairs of casual trousers, eight shirts, a dozen loose-fitting crew neck shirts, twelve ties, four pairs of dress shoes, suspenders, a belt, socks, and underwear.

When the overjoyed saleswoman racked up each item at the register, I saw how much it cost and almost threw up on the counter. No kidding, this little spree cost far more than my car, and that was when it was brand new and had a full tank of gas.

I watched how casually Dan handed over his credit card, as if it weren't a big deal, and how he leisurely stared at the display on the wall.

"Ah, Dan, I won't get my allowance until Friday, so I won't be able to pay you back until then, well, Friday, 2028."

He grinned. "Don't sweat it, but, well, don't tell your parents we spent so much, they might object." "

Maybe a little."

"Don't worry, you'll earn it."

"Earn it? How?"

"You'll see."

Before we left, Dan told Leon everything had to be ready in two days, and Leon practically licked Dan's shoes when he assured him everything would be alright. When we got home, Dan told me he'd pack the clothes and put them in the car on the morning we left. I went home, ate dinner, and racked my brains trying to figure out how I could earn my new clothes on this trip.

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