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  “I do as well,” he replies before I leave his table and head back to the office at the back of the restaurant. As I go into my office, I close the door and sit down in my chair. My legs are too shaky to allow me to stand for any longer as I consider how much money I have put into Peter Bellington’s hands. Though I should worry, I do not. He’s been a great investor for the last ten or more years and so I’ve come to trust him on what he says about investments and the stock market. He is a true professional.

  My cell phone buzzes with a text message. “I got an email message from our bank. They mentioned that you contacted them about an account issue. Is everything alright?” Terri has been told that something happened with the bank account. My bet is that the online teller I used decided to email the account owners as a matter of reviewing their customer service and as a way to make certain there have been no security breaches.

  “Everything is fine,” I reply as my fingers glide across the screen. “The account has just what we have put into it. No problem.” I’m glad that I moved the money before Terri got the email from the bank. There’s no telling what she might have done if she had seen the money in there for herself.

  “Good,” she answers. “I’m just checking.” There’s a pause in the messaging until she continues, “I love you. Try to get home before midnight and maybe I’ll give you dessert.” My wife’s message is followed by several devil emojis and then a banana for added effect. I get hard just thinking about how sexual Terri can be when she’s in the right mood.

  “I’ll be home as quickly as I can,” I promise. “I love you too.” I follow this message with hearts before putting my cell phone back down on my desk. My mind begins to ponder on the money I have just asked Mr. Bellington to invest into the new pharmaceutical company for me. “I’ll give you everything you deserve, my love,” I say to myself as I think of Terri. “You deserve so much more.” It’s time to get back to work as I push my phone to the side and continue working on the day’s receipts so far. I have a good feeling about my new investment, and I look forward to seeing it grow.

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  Chapter Three: The Roller Coaster

  I don’t like what I see in my online investment account this morning. All one hundred thousand dollars of the money I have put into Peter Bellington’s hands to invest for me are still there, and then some. However, the one stock the money is invested in is seeing both rises and falls in the same day. This isn’t what I had hoped to see. So, I call the investment advisor to see what needs to be done.

  “Hello?” I hear on the other end of the line. Peter’s voice seems scratchy and strained in his greeting.

  “Hey, Mr. Bellington,” I reply. “This is your favorite restaurant manager. I’m just calling in regards to the money I put into that pharmaceutical company.”

  “It’s a good investment,” he says automatically.

  “Sure, I can see that. I’m just worried about the whole roller coaster ride it’s going through.” I swallow hard before asking, “I’ve made double the money already. Shouldn’t I just go ahead and sell what I have?”

  There’s some shuffling around on the other end of the line as if my investment advisor is moving around in his seat. “All is well,” he tells me. “If you are patient, you’ll make ten times as much, Layden. The stock market requires patience.” The tone of his voice is strained as he delivers this advice. My gut tells me that I should get my money out now, but then again, I don’t have the understanding of the markets the way Mr. Bellington does.

  “Okay,” I answer nervously. “We’ll keep it riding on this pharmaceutical company. Hopefully it will calm down and stop going up and down so much.”

  “Don’t worry, Layden. It’s just other investors who are doing what you have said you would like to do. They’re taking out whatever they can so that they can scatter with peanuts. It’s the serious investors who ride out the waves of the storm and then see a nice return. Just stick with the plan and you’ll be fine.” He shuffles around again before telling me, “I’ve got another phone call coming in. I should probably take it. Thanks for calling, Layden.”

  “Sure. Glad to have had this conversation.” Mr. Bellington hangs up and I put my phone down on the small nightstand beside our bed.

  “Who was that?” Terri asks as she comes out of the bathroom.

  “Just the assistant manager at the restaurant. She wanted to know if I would come in early today.”

  “Oh? But, it’s my day off and I thought we could spend most of it in here together.” My wife smiles seductively at me as she crawls into bed beside me, her tee shirt and panties hiding very little as she begins to kiss me along my neck.

  “Holy shit, babe. You know how to get a guy hard really quickly.”

  “Do I?” Terri pushes me back on the bed and then pulls her tee shirt over her head to reveal her sexy C-cup mounds. Her pink nipples look into my face as she bends down and begins to kiss me passionately. Though my mind moments ago was on money, it’s now on sex, though not completely on what my wife and I are doing in bed together.

  “Honey, you are so fucking hot,” I groan as her hand moves into my briefs and grips my swelling cock. “Dammit.” Terri pulls away from me so that she can remove the only piece of clothing I have on. All eight or more inches of my manhood wags in front of her as she pulls up on it with her hand. “Oh, that feels so good. Your hand is so soft.”

  “You like this, huh?” My wife moves one hand along my shaft while gripping my balls with the other. She knows how to really work my package with her small hands. They work in unity to caress and squeeze on me until I almost lose my wad. Terri stops, though, before I can launch my gravy rockets.

  “What are you doing?” I say with some frustration.

  My wife smiles back at me. “I want breakfast, don’t you?” She pulls her panties off to reveal her freshly waxed muff. Moving around on the bed and then straddling me in reverse, she moves her pussy toward my face before she begins to kiss the tip of my cock. “Eat me,” Terri pleads before opening her mouth and taking my long stalk into her mouth.

  “Fuck.” My balls ache as my wife sucks on me and I put my hands on her small hips. Terri is a petite woman, only five feet two inches and just at a hundred pounds. Her spinner body is perfect for this sort of thing as she lowers her labia onto my face. I gladly munch on her swelling clitoris and lap at her sweet nectar as she sucks on my pole. Damn, I am a lucky man. My wife is more woman than most, and is willing to do practically anything in bed if given enough incentive. Her body is wholly responsive to everything that I do to it, which makes for a great time when we venture into sixty-nine or any other sort of sexual position.

  Terri grinds her pussy into my face. Lifting her mouth from my cock, she moans, “Eat it all, Layden. Eat all my pussy and enjoy it.” She pushes her bald beaver hard into my face and I enjoy the feeling of the warmth of her lips. My nose slides along her puckered back door and I think for a moment about tossing her salad, but I don’t. It’s not the sort of thing she likes most of the time, though I have done it for her once or twice before. As a matter of fact, she’s not all that fond of anal of any sort.

  My body begins to tense as she pushes my cock all the way to the back of her throat. Terri knows just how to suck my dick, and deepthroating me is something that she has become very good at over eight years of marriage. She slurps a little as she gently siphons my hose and I almost come. Sensing this, my wife stops for a moment to allow me to relax. She likes to orgasm with me, and she’s not quite ready for that as of yet.

  Her small ass grinds into my face as I enjoy the flowing juices from her vulva. Sweet and plentiful, I take this opportunity to lap up all that I can as she smears it over my face. There has never been another as good as my wife as giving me all of herself. When it comes to sex, she goes all in.
r />   Terri grinds hard and fast as she gets closer to coitus. Suddenly, she begins to come and lifts her face from my cock. “NAHHHH!!!” For a moment, my wife sits up and slides hard along my face, covering it with her quaking pussy. “Ohhhh, Lay...OHHHH!!!” Her small body enjoys the sensation of the sudden orgasm as she rides my face hard. Fuck, I can’t breathe. I don’t care, though, as she uses my nose as her personal dildo. “UHHHHH!!!”

  She goes back down on me as she continues to come. Sucking hard on my manhood, Terri brings me to an orgasm quickly and I begin to fill her mouth with my salty seed. “MMMMMMM!!!” My face still planted firmly inside her wet muff, I moan as she swallows each spurt of my jism. “MMMMMMMM!!! AHHHHHH!!!” Spurt after spurt strikes deep inside her throat as my wife sucks on my fleshy rod. Most women would have gagged by now, but not Terri. She’s great at giving head and swallowing each and every thick serving I offer to her.

  My wife lifts her pussy from my face and rolls over beside me on the bed as my cock begins to go limp. She smiles as she looks over at me. “I’m not a smoker, but if I was, I would need a cigarette about now.” We both laugh as she lays her head onto my shoulder. “You’re good at that, Layden.”

  “I’m good?” I chuckle. “Honey, there’s not a woman alive as good as you at what you do to me.” Smiling, I ask, “Have you thought about going into business giving head? I’ll bet you could make a lot of money, Terri.”

  She giggles. “You would like that, huh?”

  “I don’t know,” I say with a mischievous grin as my dick flexes a little.

  “Maybe you would want to watch me do that too?” My wife rolls and kisses me on the cheek. Whispering into my ear, she says, “You would like to have some other guy having sixty-nine with me while I suck his cock?” Terri nips at my earlobe, causing my manhood to suddenly harden once again. I’m thoroughly spent, but my wife is so naughty that I can’t help but get horny all over again.

  “Damn, baby,” I laugh. “You’re giving me goosebumps.”

  “I hope so.” Terri’s hand goes to my semi-hardon and wraps around it. She pulls on me gently. “Round two?”

  “Oh, hell,” I laugh. “You know you’ve gotten it all out of me, right? There’s no way there’s anything left.”

  She giggles. “That’s too bad.” Terri kisses me one last time on the cheek and then rolls over to get out of the bed. “I’ve got to have a quick shower anyway. Do you want to join me?”

  I smile. “Maybe in a minute. I need to check my messages first. The restaurant owners are going to be giving me some directions about what to do for the holiday weekend coming up soon.”

  “Alright. I’ll be in there waiting for you.” Terri smiles at me before turning and walking toward the master bathroom. I watch her ass move gently from side to side with each step and my cock gets completely hard as I think about what we have just done with each other.

  After Terri goes into the bathroom and closes the door, I reach for my phone and open the online app where I can check my stock portfolio. My heart sinks as I realize that the pharmaceutical stock I am invested in has dropped a bit since I spoke a while ago with Peter Bellington. “I should have sold,” I say to myself. “What if it crashes? What then?” There’s a pit forming in my stomach as I run through what the loss of the money could mean. Then again, it really wasn’t mine in the first place. It just showed up in my bank account.

  “You’re fine,” I tell myself. “Easy money. If you lose it, you lose it. The fact is, you’ll probably become a millionaire from this investment.” I smile to myself as I put down my phone and think about the investment I have made in the company. This is the first time I’ve made a serious investment in the stock market. I want it to pan out and give us a huge windfall of money, but if things go sour maybe I can at least get the initial investment money back out. Peter Bellington seems pretty convinced that the stock will rise, though, and he’s a very seasoned investment advisor. I have to trust him.

  “Are you coming?” my wife asks.

  “Soon, I hope,” I joke as I get up from the bed. “Very soon.” With a lustful grin on my face, I make my way into the bathroom to take a shower with my very beautiful and very sexy wife.

  Chapter Four: A Terrible Day

  The morning has dragged on for me as I move from one table to the next to clean up and prepare for the lunch rush. “We need another table busser,” Monica says from behind me. She has worked for the restaurant the last two years as a server. One of our best, I’m always happy to see her whenever she comes in to help out the way she has today.

  “That would be nice. Do you know of anyone looking for a job?” I smile at her.

  “Well, not really. It seems there are more jobs than people to fill them around here.” She reaches across the table and helps me clear the drink glasses away.

  “I’m hopeful that the new pay increases that the owner has approved will help us find more people.” Looking over at Monica, I add, “The one dollar increase per hour isn’t enough for someone like you. I wish I could give you a lot more for all you do around here.”

  The beautiful young college woman replies, “I make more here than I have anywhere else. So, I’m happy.” She smiles and turns to work on the next table. There’s plenty to do as we make our way across the dining room.

  “This just in.” The sound of the news anchor’s voice catches my attention for some reason. I turn to look at the large television hanging on a corner wall nearby. “The FBI has just announced an investigation into fraud linked to Pennard Pharmaceuticals today. A spokesperson for the federal agency says there is information that shows that the new company intentionally misled investors, with the corporate CEO of Pennard, Jason Wright, bleeding off much of that money for his own personal gain.”

  “Wait,” I say to myself as I take a quick breath. Reaching into my pocket, I find my cell phone and log into my investment portfolio. Suddenly feeling queasy, I sit down in a booth nearby.

  “Are you alright?” Monica asks as she comes over to me. “Layden?”

  “I’m fine,” I say as I feel my face becoming flushed. “I just need to rest a moment.”

  “Should I call your wife? Or maybe a doctor?” There is concern on the young woman’s face as she looks down at me. I’m sure that I look like I’m having a heart attack or dying of some strange illness at this moment.

  “No, I’ll be fine,” I reply. “I just didn’t get a great night’s rest last night.” I turn my eyes back toward the television.

  “That sucks,” Monica comments about the news story. “I’ll bet a lot of people have lost their shirts over that thing.”

  Swallowing hard, I reply, “Yeah, I’m sure they have.” My stomach wretches as I shake my head. Why didn’t I sell? My gut told me to sell, but I took Mr. Bellington’s word at face value. He told me to not sell. He told me that I would be much better off for it.

  “Do you need anything?” Monica asks as she looks at me with concern.

  Sighing, I answer, “I’m going to go sit in the office for a few minutes, if that’s okay. Can you handle the rest of the tables?” I motion around the large dining room and the couple of tables that still need to be cleared.

  “I’ve got it,” she tells me. “Go get a little rest. I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Monica smiles at me and then turns to work on the next table. I get up and walk through the restaurant to the office, closing the door behind me after getting inside.

  “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as I retrieve my cell phone from my pocket. After pressing the button for Peter Bellington on my contact list, I wait for a response.

  “Hello, PRI Investments.” The woman’s voice is warm and friendly as she greets me.

  “Hello. My name is Layden McConnell. May I speak with Peter Bellington, please?”

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Bellington isn’t in at the moment,” she replies immediately. “May I take a message for him?”

  “He’s there,” I say gruffly. “I know he’s there. He’s
never not there.”