Tom Billionaire Ch. 02

I furrowed my eyebrows and then stepped out of the spray. Wordlessly, I put Taylor into my place and filled my hands with soap. And while my body went to work lathering her up (and copping a feel or two), my mind was still processing.

A vacation sounded perfect. After all the blood, sweat, and tears of finishing this Hollister deal, I WANTED to relax with my family. I wanted to just stay home and get laid and play with my kids.

But retiring completely? Not being involved in the day-to-day activities of the company with MY name on it? It sounded WAY too sudden. I was a month past my 32nd birthday. I'd only HAD this company for five years. And I was doing the things I'd always wanted to do, but never had the capital to achieve in my previous life.

Still, wasn't there more to life than working? "Different thrills" I'd told my wife this morning when I explained why I was still going into the office. And I'd gotten a lot of thrills out of my wheeling and dealing. It was gambling, only with intelligence and analysis to ensure that I always had the best hand. The rush of making a deal was better than flipping over the river card to fill a gut shot straight.

But there was also a wonderful rush when JJ took his first baby steps toward me. And as great as it was to hear Sharpley tell me we'd closed the Hollister deal, it had been even greater this morning when Joey had greeted me with a happy "Dada".

I was holding onto Taylor's hips, my head bowed as I sifted through my thoughts. Now, my eyes refocused to find that she was watching me, patiently waiting. And moving my hands up to her cheeks, I leaned in and kissed her tenderly. "Maybe you're right. Maybe it's time for me to start winding down."

She smiled happily, but cautiously. And she was right to. Because next I added, "Still, this is very sudden. And you know we're not going to stop right away."

"Of course not."

"Let's plan a vacation together. Maybe go back to Tahiti? Same place as our honeymoon? We haven't been back since then. The kids can play in the sand and we can show them the jungles."

Taylor smiled even bigger. "Sounds lovely."

"And when we come home, we'll talk about scaling back on work. Okay?"

Taylor nodded and then held my head, kissing me with a fresh passion and energy that belied our tiredness from the evening. "That's all I wanted."

I smiled. "You know I'm all about giving you what you want."

Taylor giggled and then nibbled on my lower lip. Her right hand snaked down, tickling my inner thigh before scratching my balls and then taking a grip on my semi-hard cock. "Then how about you give me what I want right now?"

I grinned. "Yes, ma'am."

****

The pair of us pulled towels through a special door that let us dry off without leaving the comfortable warmth of the shower enclosure, and then we wrapped ourselves in fresh terrycloth robes upon exiting. With my arm around my wife's waist, we sauntered back into the bedroom. And lying in wait for us, wearing a red silk robe, was Ashlyn.

"Spending the night with us?" I queried.

"*You* told me to, remember?" The redhead replied, her blue eyes twinkling.

I thought back. "Well, it was your suggestion; I just agreed. Actually, I don't think I've *ever* turned you down when you wanted to come join us."

Ashlyn grinned and pulled her robe to the side, revealing to us that she was completely naked beneath.

"... aaand that's why," I finished with a wolfish grin, eyeing the big mounds of her breasts, her taut stomach, and the gentle curve of my girlfriend's loins.

Ashlyn giggled and covered back up. We weren't in any rush. Meantime, Taylor had already left me and was climbing onto the bed from one side. "I talked to Johnny."

"In the shower?" Ashlyn asked.

Taylor nodded, and then looked back at me with a hopeful smile. "Maybe we can *all* retire pretty soon," she began. "But not yet. We're going to take a vacation first to settle things down and figure things out. I don't think you've ever been to the place in Tahiti where Johnny and I honeymooned with Cassandra."

Ashlyn grinned. "Nope. Think Joey and JJ will enjoy it though?"

"Oh, yeah. There's plenty there for the kids to be fascinated with: fish, sand, the jungle," Taylor assured her best friend. "But that's later."

Taylor turned her attention on me. "Right now, we need to reward our man for bringing home such a BIG pile of bacon today." By now, the two gorgeous women were side-by-side in the middle of the bed. Taylor brushed her still damp locks back away from her forehead and then cuddled herself up next to Ashlyn. Taking her cue, my girlfriend grinned and pushed herself cheek-to-cheek with my wife. And invitingly, the pair reached out to me.

I sighed happily, staring at one exquisitely beautiful brunette in a white robe leaning against a copper-redhead in a red robe. And then my jaw dropped as the two women started shrugging out of those robes, first revealing bare shoulders, and then more as the garments slipped down to their waists.

Oh... I was a spoiled, spoiled man. Taylor was a 5'10" raven-haired goddess, slender and stacked and so boner-inducingly fuckable with a face that put Aphrodite to shame.. Ashlyn was an inch taller, 5 years younger, with bigger boobs and paler skin. They were two of the most desirable women on the entire planet... and they were all mine. They were so arousing I felt like I could cum just by looking at them.

Ashlyn giggled and touched Taylor's cheek, turning the brunette to face her just in time for a sweet kiss. "This is YOUR reward, Johnny. But you'd better hurry up and get naked if you don't want us to do this thing without you."

Maybe I _could_ cum just by looking at them. But then, why would I want to do that? My robe was on the floor in an instant.

Taylor and Ashlyn both laughed and opened their arms to me. Rubbing my palms like a kid about to open his Christmas presents, I grinned, took two steps forward, and then vaulted myself into the air over the bed.

The girls squealed and rolled just out of the way. But they'd recovered by the time I landed and flipped over. And before I could get back up again, I found myself tackled beneath my two loves.

"Y'know, you're always on top, nailing us into the ground," Taylor stated with mock annoyance.

"Well, not *always*," I protested.

"And don't pretend that you don't like it that way, Tay," Ashlyn commented.

"I already know *you* love it, Ash," Taylor shot right back before planting her hands on my shoulders to pin me down. And with a twinkle in her eyes, she informed me, "*This* time, WE'RE gonna be on top. M'kay?"

I grinned. Taylor's robe had come undone, and as she held me down, those flawless tits were hanging right beneath my chin. "Sounds great to me."

"That work for you, Ash?" Taylor then called over her shoulder. But there was no answer. "Ash?" Taylor called again.

The sudden wet warmth surrounding my prick told me that Ashlyn's mouth was too preoccupied to respond. I groaned gutturally as her tight lips moved up and down, setting the skin of my growing cock afire. She grazed her teeth against me just enough to put little jolts of electricity up my spine. And then I let my eyes roll back in my head as I surrendered to the incredible pleasure my girlfriend's wicked tongue could produce.

But I couldn't keep my eyes closed for long. I felt Taylor swing her leg over me so that she was kneeling astride my face. Her already-wet pussy was soon nudging against my lips, and I opened my eyes to see the Cheshire grin spreading across my wife's face from my vantage point through her bounteous cleavage.

"Do your thing, honey," she told me.

So I did. I first reached up to palm those gorgeous globes, using the heels of my hands to titillate Taylor's nipples. She moaned as I grabbed on a little more tightly, and moaned some more when my tongue delved deeper into her cleft.

"Fuuuck yeah..." my wife crooned. "Tease my clitty. That's it. I'm so wet for you. Feel how wet I am for you. That's what you do to me, honey. Twenty, thirty, _fifty_ years from now, I'm still gonna get soaking wet at the mere sight of you, knowing just how good you can make me feel."

Well, with praise like that, I certainly couldn't disappoint her. And despite the distraction going on at my lower anatomy, I did my best to focus on making Taylor feel just as good as she'd been expecting.

Meanwhile, that distraction I mentioned was very... well... _distracting_. Ashlyn rhythmically bobbed her head up and down, two fingers and her thumb pressing the sides of my shaft along the way. The longer she kept going, the more pleasure started filling my brain. And as my adrenaline levels rose, so did the urge to grab these two hot babes so that I could throw them down and have my way with them.

But just as my hips rose to buck Ashlyn off me, Taylor dropped her ass heavily onto my chest. "Nuh-uh-uh..." my wife chastised me, waggling a finger in my face. "*We're* on top, remember?"

"Hmmph," I whimpered into her crotch, my jaw still coated with her honey.

"That's alright," Ashlyn laughed from behind her. "Little John is just anxious to get inside."

She was right. The bodacious redhead dropped her own robe to the bed and then climbed aboard, spreading her own pussy lips and then sinking down onto my cock. As I felt myself spearing deeper and deeper into her body, with the goal of getting myself inside one of these gorgeous women being reached, the tension in my limbs abated. I let my arms fall back to the pillows behind me. And I simply laid there and enjoyed it as my girlfriend resumed her up and down motions, this time with her pussy lips doing the suctioning.

"Mmm... isn't this wonderful, honey?" Taylor asked me while riding my face with hip rolls that somehow matched Ashlyn's in pace. "Just lying there, tasting my pussy while a hot babe fucks herself on your fuckstick?"

With a mouthful of pussy, all I could do was mumble in agreement.

"Let's do this all the time, all day, huh?" she continued. "No more work pressures. Just living our lives leisurely. Going on vacations to exotic places, eating new foods, and spending our time playing with the kids. "

"Fucking all day..." Ashlyn sighed dreamily. "Mmm, I wanna be retired."

"Yeah," Taylor agreed. "Can you picture it, honey? Lying on a beach somewhere while Ashlyn and I take turns riding you?"

Ashlyn giggled and leaned forward, cupping Taylor's tits from behind and pecking her best friend on the back of her neck. "Actually, that's a really good idea. We'll take pictures! Here's us having a threesome in Tahiti. Here's us having a threesome with the Eiffel Tower in the background. Here's us having a threesome in a field somewhere with... uh... Mount Rushmore in the background."

"Mount Rushmore?" Taylor queried with amusement.

"Yeah," Ashlyn confirmed, still bouncing on my dick. "Like 'Oooh, there are these big heads. Okay that's boring. Back to fucking.'"

Taylor giggled. "Yes, back to fucking." And with that, she ground her crotch against me a little deeper, sighing wondrously as I started ramping her up to orgasm. "So good, honey."

"Yes, so gooood," Ashlyn agreed. The redhead was speeding up her lunges while I used the springiness of the mattress to thrust into her. In a position of control, Ashlyn could fuck me at just the right depth and just the right speed to make herself happy, and I was only too pleased to let her use me. "Fuck-fuck-fuck..." she groaned as she bounced.

The girls kept up their motions until they each reached a climax. Then chugging to a stop, Ashlyn leaned into her best friend and kissed her once again on the back of the neck. "Let's switch."

Almost drowsily after her own orgasm, Taylor nodded. I had a few moments to catch my breath before the girls re-settled themselves. And then our trio began once again.

"Eat me..." Ashlyn moaned, now seated on my face.

"Fuck me..." Taylor cooed, now wrapping her own hands around to cup and fondle her best friend's even bigger boobs.

"Mmmph..." I mumbled into my girlfriend's crotch, feeling the lightning bolts shooting into my brain as I tasted fresh flavors and felt new pussy muscles caressing my prick.

Together, the three of us throbbed on the bed like a living organism of lust. Ashlyn groaned while grabbing at her own tits on top of Taylor's hands, directing her friend's continued fondling. Taylor moaned, her head hanging forward and resting against Ashlyn's back while she kissed every bit of bare skin she could reach. And I growled, chewing on Ashlyn's clit while gripping her tight buns.

One by one, we reached our final climaxes. Ashlyn was first, as she pitched forward and grabbed the headboard so that her belly was on my forehead and all her weight was on the pivot point of her crotch against my jaw. Screaming loud enough to wake the babies if the room hadn't been so well-soundproofed, my girlfriend quivered and bucked in absolute ecstasy.

I actually went off next. The mere sound of Ashlyn having such a good time was an aural aphrodisiac. Realizing that *I* was the one that had pleased her so well – and not one of the many girls we had under this roof who usually ate her out – made me feel fulfilled as a boyfriend, and the subsequent feeling of relaxed satisfaction took away the last of my control over my orgasm. And with a bellow into Ashlyn's crotch, my ab muscles tensed and I loosed both cannons of sperm up into Taylor's body.

Feeling my hot spunk splashing against her innards set off Taylor. My gorgeous wife threw her head back and howled in delight. And I felt the ripples her inner muscles made as they spasmed in orgasm, squirting her own nectars out to mingle with mine and create a cocktail of love juices deep within her womb.

One by one, our energies then left us and we collapsed to the bed. Ashlyn dropped flat on my face before rolling to the side and curling her entire body around my head. I just sagged and felt the final few squirts pulse out of me, a heavenly state of blissful relief settling over my tired body. And as her own orgasm passed, Taylor gracefully toppled forward, dropping her naked body directly atop mine, so that I could wrap my arms around her and happily cuddle while my dick softened slowly inside her body.

"I love you guys," Ashlyn cooed contentedly.

"I love you, too," Taylor replied before turning her face to nuzzle my cheek. "And I love you, honey."

"And I love you both as well," I sighed happily.

Yes, this was a good life. And I promised myself I would do everything I had to... even if it meant retiring... to make sure that my loves lived a good life as well.

****

_I have the most perfect life._

I hummed happily. How could I not be happy? I comfortably lay on my side, with a beautiful woman's perfect ass for a pillow. I pushed my cheek a little more against her... uh... "cheek". She WAS wearing underwear, but the thong's micro-string disappeared into her cleft and did nothing to impede skin-to-skin contact. And taking advantage of the opportunity, I reached my hand up to squeeze the other bun as well.

"Johnny, that tickles," Ashlyn laughed and wriggled her ass a little more against me. "You're distracting me."

"Yeah! You're distracting her!" Taylor complained from further up the bed. My wife still wore the pretty violet camisole she'd slept in, but her smoothly-shaven crotch was on full display, glistening with the moisture of her sexual arousal. At least it was on display until my girlfriend returned her head between my wife's legs and resumed licking.

"Well *I* need to distract *him*," Cassandra interrupted from behind me.

Still resting my head on Ashlyn's ass, I turned to face the bedroom doors. Cassandra strode into the room, fully clothed in a sharp business suit. Already, I envisioned my gorgeous personal assistant pulling that clip out of her hair to set free those blonde tresses, and then sinking to her knees to suck my cock. And I thought to myself, _Yes, I REALLY have the most perfect life._

But things didn't work out that way. Cassandra left her hair clipped up, and she came to a stop next to the bed. "I'm sorry, sir. But this can't wait."

Her tone meant business, not pleasure. So I sat up with a frown, removing my cheek from paradise. "What is it?"

"Hollister's rep just called. He wants to sign. Today."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking out the windows at the morning sunlight beaming in from across the ocean. "Today? It's a Sunday!"

Cassandra shrugged apologetically. "He says you either sign today, or he's walking away from the deal."

Frowning, I looked back at my half-naked lovers, and then at Cassandra, who couldn't help but ogle Taylor and Ashlyn as well. And then sighing in resignation, I nodded. "Where and when?"

"Hollister's yacht at North Cove Marina, World Financial Center. And right now. The helicopter is already prepped."

****

*-- MANHATTAN, NEW YORK --*

"You're an asshole, you know that?" Richard Hollister shook my hand, but only to the minimum level of politeness. He immediately grimaced and sat back down on the couch in the main cabin of his luxury yacht. Cassandra and I sat in the chairs opposite him.

_Dragging me away from my wife and kids on a Sunday morning, making me dress in this starched monkey suit, and _*I'm*_ the asshole?_

I kept that thought to myself and schooled my features. "Seems to me I'm doing you a favor, Richard."

"A favor? Taking away my company is doing me a favor? _Stealing_... for a *song*... the company that I built with my bare hands forty-two years ago... is doing me a FAVOR???" The mid-sixties businessman wearing a polo shirt, deck shorts, and sandals launched into a typical smoker's cough, turning his head and balling his hand into a fist in front of his mouth. The hot young blonde to his left wearing a couple million dollars worth of jewelry immediately grabbed a silk handkerchief and passed it to him.

"Thank you, Tracy," Hollister croaked as he got his coughing under control.

"It's not a 'song', Richard. It's four *billion* dollars. No one else was going to give you that much."

"No one else could AFFORD to give me that much. That's your Daddy's money you're spending, son, money you had *handed* to you from ANOTHER asshole you never even *knew*. You didn't EARN that."

Cassandra started forward. Even if I hadn't known Jonathan Kendall very well, the man was the closest person she'd had to a father, and she didn't like Hollister's words one bit. But with her legendary control, she kept herself in check.

Deadly serious, I took a single step forward and looked right at the old man. Coldly, I stated, "You don't like this deal, don't take it. You don't like me? Don't take my money. It's not my fault you over-leveraged yourself on real estate. If you really want, you can keep your company and go down with a sinking ship."

Hollister launched into another coughing fit, staring daggers at me. Tracy, the mid-20s blonde, started patting him on the back. Eventually, he got his coughing under control again and glared at me. "Fuck you, Kwong." And then he looked at Cassandra, barking, "Gimme the damn papers."

Cassandra looked at me briefly, catching my nod. She promptly opened the Halliburton case and withdrew the necessary documents. She spread them out on the coffee table between us, little sticky-notes pointing out each place that needed to be signed. And with a final flourish, Cassandra reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a fancy pen, one with the name "Jonathan Kendall" embossed on the side. "He was a *great* man," she stated firmly, presenting the pen so that the name was in full view.

Hollister paused a moment, looking up into Cassandra's grey-flinted eyes. At first, it seemed like he wanted to make some snide remark, likely sexual. But ultimately, he wilted beneath her gaze and simply started signing.