Part 14
"Sorry lad I just can't do birth's, fainted and was sick as a dog when Mabel was born. Thought I would celebrate the latest addition to our family a little early," he said with a wry grin.
About an hour later, Beth rang saying Mabel was dilated by 7 centimetres and her contractions were about 2 minutes apart. Not really understanding any of that I rushed to watch the birth, 20 minutes later I watched our daughter being born. Ruth, as Beth and I had decided on, if the baby was a girl, was 7lb 12oz and perfect. On Mabel's instruction as soon as the baby was cleaned etc, she was given to Beth. Mabel hadn't torn or needed to be cut, so after a short time, with a little help she clambered out of the Jacuzzi and delivered the placenta laying on a lounger.
The midwife showed Beth how to prepare bottles, change nappies etc as I went back to work, Harry reckoned my standards were too high but, I just wanted every hire to result in repeat business. By 9pm all the repairs and necessary engineering were complete, leaving the cleaning crew to it. There was an accident on lakeside road, it was nearly 10pm by the time I arrived home. Our daughter Ruth was fast asleep, Beth looked incredibly happy as she gently rocked the crib beside our bed. Kissing Beth and gently stroking Ruth's head, I was asleep in minutes. Knowing that everything would be ready at the Marina I didn't leave the house until 6.30. Beth looked tired but happy as she fed Ruth her 2nd bottle, I don't think she had slept much.
Feeling rejuvenated I felt slightly guilty as I knew I had slept through a new baby's 1st night. Hire day as we called it, was frantic but, the cleaning teams had done a fantastic job and every boat gleamed. The last of the 27 boats going out today, a small 8 metre sports cruiser hit the landing staithe as the young crew got used to her, as she turned into the lake I could see a long scrape along her side. Hans, the engineering manager standing beside me whistled.
"Oooops, oh well, will give the paint shop something to do. The hirer won't be happy at losing his deposit." He chuckled as he walked back to the workshop.
About a week later Tracy and Julie arrived, it was a shock to see that Tracy was showing what looked like a baby bump. Beth grinned, well you are the father, do you remember that day we tied you up? Harry had got the house ready for them and Beth brought little Ruth to see her Grandma. By the end of September, we started pulling boats out of the water at the new Marina as the new workshops were complete. The offices, chandlery and new canal would be complete by the end of October. Cougar was put at the very back of the workshop, so as and when I got time, I could work on her damaged hull, drives and internal water damage.
Driving home in early October on a Friday, Beth called saying that
"I was to go straight to the bungalow, as Mabel was waiting for me and Harry had given me the weekend off. Go for it tiger, we owe the lady a lot, was Beth's parting comment."
I had forgotten about our arrangement but, as I parked my cock was raging hard and tenting my jeans. After a weekend of incredible sex my body ached, and my cock was sore as I walked to the workshop. I stayed with Mabel all week, I missed little Ruth and Beth very much though, so went home every dinner time. The following week I got a call from Mabel, excitedly telling me her period was late, a few weeks later it was confirmed she was pregnant.
Work progressed well on Cougar, buying a 2nd hand drive from E bay, saved me 000s. Various engineers helped when they could, the workshop manager checked and rebuilt the 2nd hand drive for me and the paint shop repainted her for the cost of paint. By the end of April, I looked on proudly as she was put back in the water. The engine's fired immediately and she slipped into gear nicely. As I moored in her private Berth at the far end of the Marina, Beth was waiting with Ruth. "Just had a message from Mum, Tracy has gone into labour."
Not really caring about Tracy, I couldn't have been happier as I showed Ruth around the boat, her large blue eyes seemed to fill with wonder at the new smells and sights of the immaculate interior of the boat.
As Beth and I watched the hearse slip and slide up the narrow road to the cemetery, the realization that Harry had gone, hit me like a sledgehammer. There hadn't been any tears when I had found him slumped over the wheel of his tractor, or when the doctor confirmed death by a massive heart attack. Stopping the car, Beth tried to console me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. Taking strength from my Sister, Mum and Mabel my aunt, I quickly caught up with the hearse as it entered the cemetery. I found it hugely disrespectful as the hearse ground to a halt on the snow-covered small hill, its tyres spinning hopelessly. Putting the bumper of my Cadillac against the rear of the hearse, I pushed it the last few feet to the chapel. Not caring about the damage, I waved the irate undertaker away,
"Fick dich, werde das spatter sortieren." (Fuck you, will sort that later)
Looking startled by my bad language he scuttled off to organise the coffin. Hans, 2 engineers from the marina, a business associate, myself and Jack carried the coffin into the small chapel. The chapel was completely full of Harrys friends the huge wreaths and flowers, occupied every wall and spare inch of the floor. The service was beautiful, simple and to the point, exactly as Harry would have wanted.
I had wanted us to lower the coffin into the grave manually, however, Swiss rules and regulations meant it was done electronically. After the internment, I waited as a select few of Harry's friends scattered earth onto the coffin. I had intended to put his favourite baseball cap on the top of the casket, I just couldn't let go of it. Putting the oil and grease stained baseball cap on my head, I watched as the grave was filled in. Ignoring the girls attempts to lead me back to the car, alone with my thoughts I gradually came to terms with losing my Grandfather, friend and mentor. Aware of Beth and Mum walking back towards me, I put my arm around their waists as we trudged towards the car.
I had stopped all work at the Marina, given all the staff a 500 CHF bonus to have a drink and meal in memory of Harry. Beth and Mum had wanted to organise a banquet in his honour, I just couldn't face it. The week of mourning flew by, all too soon the Marina was a hive of activity. My office, the office I used to share with Harry, seemed massive and empty, the handmade desks and wooden furniture all seemed a bit pointless. Feeling lost and unsure of how to proceed or where to start, I was grateful of the interruption as Caroline walked into the office. I had employed Caroline about 4 years earlier, she was fluent in several languages and quickly became a pivotal member of the team and was now my assistant.
30 and married, Caroline was a stunning, intelligent young woman, vastly different to the girl who sold my Tag Heuer watch, that I still wear every day, in her Grandfathers pawn shop
"Don't forget your appointment with the Lawyers at 14.00, have you looked at the reports I put on your desk? The workshop needs an answer about some boats, as does the builder, have you seen the plans, they look fantastic."
I was very aware of the meeting this afternoon, the reading of Harry's will. I didn't think I had better answer the workshop about the older boats, for all I cared at that moment, they could cut them up or burn them. The plans she referred to related to an additional engineering shop, a new access road and other small improvements.
Pretending to be engrossed in a file I grunted a reply,
"It's only 11.30, need to sort this, will speak to the builder and workshops later."
Sensing her starting to leave, I looked up to thank her, I was more than a little surprised when she stopped at the door and locked it. Walking back towards me, she shrugged her jacket off, allowing it to fall to the floor.
"I need, this business needs you to realise that life has to continue. We all miss Harry, but everybody is looking at you, waiting for you to fill the big man's shoes, to become the big man. How long has it been since you smiled Mike, do you think you can fool me by pretending to read a file?"
Stopping a few feet from my desk she started to strip, unzipping her skirt and kicking it off her feet she undid a few buttons on her blouse and pulled it over her head. Coming around the desk, she spun my chair around, indicating I should take her shoe's off as she put her foot on the chair, between my legs. Taking her shoe off, I expected her to raise the other one, instead she buried her stockinged foot into my crotch, running her toes up and down my rapidly hardening cock.
"Have you forgotten how to undress a girl," she said with a huge grin on her face.
Rolling her hold up stocking down I luxuriated in the soft skin of her thighs, repeating the process on her other leg, I couldn't contain myself anymore. Pulling her to me, we kissed as I fumbled with her bra. Standing up she shrugged her bra off, it had been 5 or 6 years since I had seen Caroline nude, although, I knew she still played with Mabel and Beth. Her eyes flashed with mischief as she stood in front of me, her generous breast's rode high on her chest her nipples hard and proud as she posed for me. Parting her legs slightly, the scent of her arousal invaded my sense's as my cock tented my trousers.
Leaning forward to take a nipple in my mouth as I caressed her soft breast, I suckled and grazed my teeth on her nipple. Groaning she pushed me back into the chair, pulling my cock free she licked and sucked the sensitive bell end as she stroked my shaft. Within a few minutes I felt my balls tighten and cock expand as I shot a heavy load into her mouth. Swallowing the ropes of white spunk, she barely slowed her efforts and soon I was rock hard again. As I fondled her arse and slid my fingers along the pantie clad crease of her soaking wet pussy, satisfied I was sufficiently hard, she turned and sat on my lap, kissing me deeply.
"I have to tell you Mike, I am not on the pill and am ovulating, Karl and I have been trying for a baby for 2 years. He just refuses to accept that he has a problem, refuses to get tested, preferring to blame me. I know you Fathered Mabel and Tracy's children, will you do the same for me? I love my Husband, but I have always loved you as well, I would be proud to carry your baby. Obviously, Karl would never know, please Mike, I want a baby so bad I even thought about going into town for a one-night stand."
"Thank you for your honesty Caroline, can you understand that I have a lot more to consider than when Ruth, Christine and Sam were born. Also, I need to check with Beth, not sure how she will feel as she has been talking about adopting a baby."
Getting off my lap, Caroline walked towards the desk and her phone. With a massive grin on her face, she passed the phone to me. I could hear Beth's laughter before I had the phone to my ear
"Oh, Mike you are so predictable and reliable, tell Caroline she owes me 50CHF. Enjoy yourself, will do you good to have some fun, just remember I am only loaning you to her! I have booked you into the hotel in town, see you tomorrow."
"Why does she owe you 50CHF?"
We had a bet, I said that you wouldn't until you had spoken with me and would probably want to think about it, that's why she blew you before she asked."
I bloody hated being predictable but had to smile at my sister's perception. Looking up I saw that Caroline was dressed, I watched as she fussed with her hair and adjusted her clothes. As I put my Jacket on, Caroline picked my desk phone up and called her assistant. Sometimes I struggled with conversations, between locals, as they speak extremely fast and there casual, Slavic dialect is confusing. Within a few minutes, Katarina knocked on the door, the parts of the conversation I did catch surprised me as Caroline explained to the young girl,
"We are going to be away for 2 days on a business trip, reschedule all our appointments for this week."
"Oh Mike, the funeral director phoned, he apologised that they hadn't put snow chains on and wanted to know if your car had sustained any damage." Katarina said.
Unlocking the car and starting the Auxiliary heater remotely for Caroline, I went into the workshops, to speak to Hans and the engineers. The team had grown a lot over the last few years, we now employed 15 full time engineers and another 10 in the winter months. Asking Hans to get them all together, I felt nervous and anxious, this would be the 1st real decision I had made since Harry had died.
"I am going to be away for a few days but, wanted to thank you for your support over the last few weeks. I have reached a decision on some of the older boats and would be interested in your opinion on my plans for our company over the next year."
After about 30 minutes it was agreed that we should donate 5 small day boats to a local charity, scrap 11 others, including the 3 cigarette boats that were proving to be a liability. Needing to go to the solicitors, I asked Hans to announce further sales and acquisitions. Adding that I wanted him to prepare Cougar for sale and find out where Cougar 2 was moored.
I had been thinking of replacing my Cadillac, it was now 11 years old and had covered 390,000 Kms, about 280,000miles. As the big V8 purred into life and I engaged 4-wheel drive, I knew, I would miss it as much as I missed Harry. The traffic in town was slow due to the snowstorm, parking in the solicitor's car park I saw Mabel, Beth and Mum getting out of a Taxi. The solicitor was a bear of a man, he had come to Switzerland with Harry, having been with him in South London for years. He had gained his Law degree and set up as Harrys and many other ex-pats solicitor. Regardless of his age and expensive suits, I was in no doubt that he was still a London gangster at heart.
"Watcha brought the tarts with ya for son, 'Arry's instructions are clear, you and I got a lot to get through. My names Jack, he growled, as we shook hands.
The girls knew better than to argue and dutifully followed a secretary to an outer office. Over the next 2 hours the solicitor went through Harry's assets in Switzerland, Germany, France and some in Canada that I knew nothing about. Expecting him to outline how the assets were to be divided, I was surprised when he phoned for cigars and coffee as he put an envelope in front of me. The envelope contained a letter from Harry, it was long and complex with advice on some of the assets and the people that controlled them on our behalf. It seemed that I was to be the sole beneficiary, with a simple request to look after Mabel and Christine. When the coffee and cigars arrived, Jack visibly relaxed and placed a large file in front of me.
"This is the other stuff, Harry asked me to give it to you, separate to the bulk of his estate. That's me done. Harry was a good friend, I'm going to retire back to London."
All the various documents and statements were over 30 years old, referring to drugs, gold and diamonds, I gasped as I read the perceived value, 32 years ago. As I read, I realised it was the proceeds of armed robbery and extortion, some of the documents, included photographs, I guessed they were some sort of insurance.
Pushing the file back to Jack,
"I can't use this Jack, consider it a gift from Harry and I, for your retirement."
Telling the girl's, we were going to be a while, Jack asked his assistant to take them for dinner. 4 hours later, Jack countersigned my instructions, assuring me they would all be put into place over the next few days. As we were leaving, a receptionist handed me a note from Caroline.
"Taken the car, will run your mum and Mabel home, see you at the Hotel xx."
Showing the note to Jack, he laughed.
"Fuck me son, the tart would have known a lot better than to run off with me motor, back in the day. C'mon, jump in, I will drop you off."
Early evening traffic was busy, it took nearly an hour to drive the few miles to the Hotel giving me time to consider Harry's will. 13 years ago, when Beth and I had stayed here for a few weeks, I was an almost skint 18-year-old. The last 10 years running the marinas had made me wealthy, but now......holy shit, Harry had made me a multimillionaire.
Jack had calculated the cash on hand was around 18 million CHF, the physical assets at least double that giving me an income of over 2 million a year. On Jack's advice, for tax reasons, I had agreed to a guaranteed income for Mum and Mabel of 100,000 CHF a year, inflation linked for life, Beth received a 50% share of everything. Asking Jack to set trusts up for my 3 children, I agreed to a 50k initial deposit with a further 25k each yearly. Feeling happy with the arrangements, eased the discomfort of my newfound wealth.
Dropping me off at the hotel, Jack waved away my thanks and handed me his card.
"You ever need help boy, any sort of help, you give Jack a ring."
Tucking his card into my jacket breast pocket I entered the hotel's grand entrance, a porter directed me towards the restaurant. Caroline was at the bar nursing a drink, looking very unhappy, seeing me she burst into tears.
"I am such an idiot Mike, please don't be angry with me, I am so sorry, I have wrecked your car"
It was all I could do to stop myself from laughing.
"Oh god is that all, I thought you had done something serious. Are you OK?"
"Yes, sprained my wrist somehow, but the car and tram that I hit, are a mess."
"Yeah, well don't worry. I am absolutely starving, let get a table."
Getting in the lift after a superb meal, I pulled Caroline close and kissed her passionately as the lift rose 18 floors. Our suite was magnificent, catching myself wondering about the cost, I relaxed and grinned as I looked at the stunning creature I was with. Caroline was wearing a pale blue dress, accenting her figure to perfection. Raven black, curly hair spilled over her shoulders, 3" heels, completed the outfit, causing her long, shapely legs to appear endless. As we looked around, room service delivered a platter of Oysters and Strawberries on a bed of ice with a bottle of Champagne. I assume Beth had ordered them for us, caught up in the moment and feeling generous, I tipped the waitress 100CHF and ordered room service breakfast for 9 am.
Kissing Caroline deeply, I subtly unzipped her dress, shrugging it off her shoulders she stepped out of it as it fell to the floor. As I reached for the front fastening of her bra, she skipped away from me. Picking up a remote from the table, closing the curtains on the large picture windows, Elton john started to sing, "candle in the wind" from hidden speakers. Putting my suit on a hanger, I watched as she swayed with the music, my cock filling and poking through my boxers as I noticed the damp patch in her panties. Getting naked, I sat in a chair and slowly stroked my length as the globes of her breasts and pink nipples were exposed to my greedy eyes. Sliding her panties slowly down her long legs I was surprised to see her pussy covered in a thick jet-black bush.
Caroline obviously remembered that I liked to watch women Masturbate, sitting on the couch opposite me, she drew her knees up to her chin and slowly parted her legs. She was soaking wet, the pubes around her sex were slick with moisture, her long pussy lips splayed apart. The dark curls of her pubes made it look like someone had shone a spotlight on the wet, pink folds of her pussy. As she ran her fingers from the crack of her arse to her clit, she pinched and rolled her nipples, causing her to throw her head back and groan. I watched intently as she strummed her clit, her other hand pushing 3 fingers deep inside her. With her excitement building, I couldn't wait any longer, I had to taste the nectar as it ran from her, pooling on the leather couch.
Falling between her legs I moved her hands, greedily licking and sucking her nectar as I moved up to her clit. Ramming 3 fingers into her, I licked and grazed my teeth on the delicate nub of her clit. Her scream as she came, made me worry about adjoining rooms, as her pussy squirted girl cum all over my hand and face, I didn't care about anybody else! Luxuriating in the taste and fragrance of her, I pulled her arse to the front of the sofa, with her feet around my neck, plunged balls deep into the sopping wet silky depths of her pussy. Trying desperately to control myself, I failed miserably as I banged her fast and hard as she scrabbled at her clit. I got as deep as I could and shot rope after rope of thick, sperm laden spunk deep inside her body as her pussy spasmed and bore down on me. As her second orgasm washed over her she pinned me inside her legs tight around my waist, she breathed.
"Kleine Kumpels schwimmen mein Ei treffen, eine schone creation warden"
(Swim little buddies, meet my egg, become a beautiful creation.)
Releasing me as my flaccid cock plopped out of her, I opened the champagne as Caroline propped herself up legs wide apart, pussy aimed at the ceiling. I watched the determined look on her pretty face as she held herself up with her hands on her lower back. My cock stirring as my eyes moved over her generous breasts, across her muscular stomach to the swollen, gaping, gash of her pussy. Noticing my hardening length.
"I'm sorry Mike, your 1st load is the most sperm laden, after 2 years of trying I really want to give my body every chance, maybe I could blow you and you could squirt another load into me whilst I hold my self-vertical. Pushing my semi hard cock into her mouth I was rock hard in seconds as her tongue and teeth worked their magic on my bell end. Finishing myself with a wank, I aimed my knob at her gaping hole and poured another load into her entrance.
Starting to understand her desperation for a child, I fed her some oysters and strawberries as she laid on the sofa. After about an hour she seemed satisfied that she had done all she could to get my spunk to her womb. Glugging down a glass of Champagne she positively glowed as we chatted. We made slow passionate love before falling asleep around 4am. I was awoken by a knocking on the bedroom door,
"Room service, it is 9am your breakfast is here."
Thanking the maid, we tucked into our breakfast, I had sausage, eggs and bacon, Caroline had grilled fish. Ever the efficient assistant, Caroline went through our itinerary for the day, she had set up a meeting with a boat manufacturer for 10.30 at the hotel. The meeting was a bit pointless, I had decided that I was going to develop the marina on the far side of the lake into a leisure complex and lakeside bungalows. However, I was considering equipping the bungalows and a similar development in Germany with small boats, so was interested to hear what they could offer.
The meeting this afternoon was with the company's newly appointed finance manager. I had never felt he was necessary, so asked Caroline to cancel the meeting. As an afterthought, I asked her to tell him I wanted a detailed report on my desk ASAP, grinning to myself.
"Give the slimy bastard something to do," I thought.
After my morning meeting, Caroline was talking about visiting the local Zoo and Aquarium. As I looked at her long legs, the swell of her hips and bulging blouse my cock twitched and started to fill.
"Down Tiger, I need you to rest, remember its sperm I need, not pleasure and spunk."
I opened my mouth to argue but shut it again as I realised it was pointless, she was right. The trip to the zoo and Aquarium was interesting, I hadn't been to a zoo since I was a kid and resolved to take Beth and Ruth when I got home. Ruth would be 10 in a few months I thought, feeling guilty, as I knew I didn't spend enough time at home, I promised myself to put more time aside for my family. My thoughts were interrupted as a flushed Caroline came from the Ladies.
"We have to go now, she gushed, take me to bed. The hotel was only a short drive, getting back to our room, Caroline was undressing as we walked to the bedroom.
"What the hell, why the rush?"
In answer to my question, she pulled my cock out, satisfied I was hard enough she undid my belt and dropped my trousers and pants. Pulling me between her legs, she pulled her panties to the side and guided my cock to her hole. She was saturated, I slid balls deep into her velvet softness with one stroke.
"My temperature is exactly right, just fill me with sperm, you can do whatever you like later."
The fuck was frantic and purposeful, Caroline bucked her hips to meet my thrusts ensuring maximum penetration. As her pussy rippled around my length, she launched into a series of orgasm's her pussy milking my cock. I slammed deep inside her, shooting my load deep in her grasping cunt.
Exhausted from the intensity of the fuck, I collapsed on top of Caroline as we kissed. Rolling to the side I felt drained, exhausted physically and mentally, I was asleep in seconds. Waking 30 minutes later, Caroline was laying on the bed with her feet on the wall, her ice blue eyes gleamed as I trailed my fingers over the swelling of her mons, on my way to the bathroom.
As I came back to bed, Caroline was on her phone, hanging up she gave me a watery smile and then started to sob. Unsure of what to do, I held her until her tears subsided while she clung to me like a limpet.
"I am sorry Mike, I can't have sex with you anymore after today. I need to give notice at work, about 8.5 months should give you time to find my replacement. They say a woman knows when she is pregnant, I have that feeling. Life is so unfair, I could never compete with Beth, I married Karl, thinking I would grow to love him as I love you. Anyway, my body is yours until tomorrow morning, really need you to make love to me, like you used to on Cougar and at my parents. 15 or so hours and then I return to the drudgery that has become my life, but with luggage she grinned."
Stunned by her admission that her marriage was little more than convenience and determined to keep her as my assistant after her baby was born, she was a pivotal part of the plan that was forming in my head. Ordering a seafood banquet via room service, the pretty waitress from yesterday and a young boy delivered our food and set the table up on our balcony. As they finished the young girl asked to speak to me.
"I think you made a mistake yesterday sir, I didn't realise till I got downstairs, but you gave me a 100 CHF tip." She said, offering me the note back.
"No, I didn't make a mistake, in fact here is another one for you and one for your colleague. I would like breakfast in the room at 7.30 tomorrow, ok?"
"Thank you, sir, I will make sure room service knows."
As we enjoyed our dinner and the view of the city from our 18th floor balcony, Caroline kept looking at me and grinning.
"Ok, what's up, something has amused you, what have I done?"
"Oh Mike, did you know the workshop staff call you "ducks' arse," and then you go and tip a waitress 200 CHF, that's probably ½ her weeks wages."
"Why do the staff call me, duck's arse? Oh yeah, you mean tight as a duck's arse because I am always making them mend instead of renew."
As we ate, I decided to ask Caroline her opinion on my plans for the Marina and other aspects of the business. She didn't seem surprised as I laid out my plans for the small marina, she seemed genuinely shocked as I explained that I may appoint a general manager for the marinas in Switzerland and Germany. Knowing that our conversation was totally confidential, I went on to outline Harrys will and the property in Canada. After dinner, a waiter came and cleared away, as we returned to bed.
Making slow gentle love I shot several heavy loads deep inside her. It seemed like we had only been asleep a few minutes when my phone alarm went off at 7am. Sharing the shower we washed and dried each other's tired bodies, we dressed quickly as breakfast arrived at 7.30.
After breakfast we hailed a cab, dropping me at the Ford dealership that the company had shares in, Caroline continued onto the Marina. As I walked up to the showroom, a small car transporter swung into the gate with my Cadillac on its back. Caroline was right, it was a real mess, it was a statement to the vehicles strength that she had walked out of the wreck. As I watched it drive by, I was greeted by the sales manager, he seemed to know all about the accident.
"Glad to hear the young girl who was driving is ok. I have checked, we can get you another Escalade of slightly higher spec, by the end of next week."
"No, do you have a F150 in stock?"
"Yes, we have 2 of them, both are V6's one is red the other green."
Choosing the green one, they rushed it through the workshops and valet, at 10 am I headed back towards the Marina. I felt absolutely shattered and would have loved to go home to Beth and Ruth, but I had reached some decisions that needed immediate action. In the office, Caroline looked as tired as I felt as she handed me a large file and several letters. Throwing the file on my desk I quickly scanned the letters as I dialled the Architect and Immobilien on a conference call. In 15 minutes, I had confirmed my plans for the other Marina, instructing the Architect to contract the demolition and building work immediately. Impressing on the Immobilien of the confidential nature of the call, I asked her to give me an opinion on the best type of lodges to build and likely revenue of each unit. Saying I would bike the details over to her I hung up.
Going downstairs I called all the staff together, there were gasps as I told them I was closing the small Marina with immediate effect, sighs of relief when I explained there wouldn't be any job losses. Calling Jack, I asked if he would cancel his retirement and act for the company regarding the small Marina and some other issue's and disposals in Europe.
"No problem Lad, let me know if there's anything else you need sorting."
Telling Caroline to go home, I headed home to Beth and Ruth. I wanted to talk to Beth about the possibility of leaving Switzerland and starting over in Canada. I had closed access from the Marina to our house years before, tourist kept using our lawn as a short cut and dumping ground. As I left the office it started to snow heavily, the F150 although comfortable and nice to drive, lacked the quality and power of the Cadillac. After Ruth had gone to bed, Beth and I chatted about the last few days, I asked what she thought to a move to Canada. The idea excited her, promising to investigate further, I was asleep in seconds.
For the 1st time in years, I hadn't set my alarm and didn't wake until 10am, the house was quiet and empty as I showered. Dressing in jeans and sweatshirt I sent a message to Caroline and Hans, saying I was going to take a few days off, but would be available on the phone. Hearing Beth's car, I clicked the coffee on and went to see if she needed help unloading the car, but, mostly because I wanted to see my gorgeous wife.
"Why did you bring a work truck home? Has your Cadillac broken down, told you to change that old heap ages ago," she asked nodding toward the F150.
"No, it did not break down," I replied indignantly.
"Caroline got into an argument with a tram, the car is wrecked, thankfully she was uninjured."
"Did you enjoy your few days with her, hope you enjoyed the Oysters and Strawberries," She giggled.
Taking her in my arms, we enjoyed a kiss as we hugged each other as the snow coated our hair, making me shiver in just a thin sweatshirt. Sweeping her up in my arms, I carried her to the bedroom. Taking her heavy coat off, revealed a form fitting dress, with knee length boots. Undressing each other slowly, we kissed and caressed, we had been married for nearly 10 years and sex had become a bit mundane. I was determined to make love to her, like I had all those years ago in South London on our 18th birthday. Pretending I was 18, I unwrapped my twin sister, my breath catching in my throat, like I had never seen her body before.
Getting what I was doing, Beth joined in the game, steadying my shaking hand as I struggled with her bra, guiding my hand to her breast as I suckled and licked her erect nipple. Beth still worked out most days, so as I worked my way down from her pert breast, her stomach was flat and muscular. Sliding her panties off, I ran my tongue through the light brown thatch of her pubic hair, into the slot of her pussy, her scent causing my cock to twitch as it strained harder than it had for years. Beth had allowed her pubes to completely cover her mons but, prefered to keep the sides of her sex, smooth and hair free. As my tongue parted her outer lips, I pushed my tongue as far as I could into her honey pot, relishing the taste of her. Moving up to her clitty I caressed her breast, rolling the nipples between my fingers as I sucked and nibbled at her most delicate flesh. It didn't take long for her pussy to pour its nectar onto my chin as she orgasmed.
Wiggling away from me as I continued to suck and lick her clitty she pulled me up her body, my cock finding her entrance. Pushing into her tight, soaking wet pussy, in 2 thrusts I was balls deep, inside her. Although Caroline was a good fuck, her pussy could never do what Beth's seemed to do. As she started to cum again, the sensations were amazing as her cunt worked on my length, eventually milking me as I spilt my load deep inside her.
As we kissed and cuddled waiting for our breathing to return to normal, the doorbell rang, looking at the monitor, I saw Julie, my Mum, Tracy and Mabel waiting at the door.
"Fuck, I forgot they were coming round for coffee and lunch, can you make yourself scarce for a while?" Kissing each of her breasts, I pulled my dressing gown on and went to my office, above the garage. Checking my emails, they were mostly mundane and unimportant, an email from Jack and another from Hans caught my attention. Jacks email confirmed that he was acting for the company in some outstanding issues, had set up correspondence with the Architect and had started to check the chosen construction company's financials and repute. Apparently, the company that had rebuilt the Marina were unable to meet the timeline required. He added that he was acting for Julie in a separate private matter.
Hans had found Cougar 2, she was moored in Italy at a small Marina, near Ancona. Including a phone number and the fact that the guy spoke English and German. I had never been aboard Cougar 2, as it was Harry and Mabel's private space. I did know that they hadn't used it much, as Harry had no interest in driving it himself and they had struggled to get a reliable skipper. I did know that she was an English built 25 metre motor yacht, that had taken over a year to be built, Harry had originally had her delivered to the canal du midi in the south of France. Emailing Jack, I asked if he had any records of her, pictures, invoices etc. As a foot note I asked him if he knew much about the property in Canada.
Accessing the house security system, I turned the audio off, as I watched the girls drinking coffee and chattering. Noticing that the cameras had been activated, Beth subtly turned to the nearest one and blew me a kiss, a breast spilling out of her dressing gown as she leaned forward. Turning the cameras off, I entered the grid reference of the property in Canada into google earth. From what I could see, it was a lakeside property of around 25 acres, with several large buildings at the western end of Lake Ontario. Checking with the Canadian land registry I could see it was once a water sports centre with a hotel, Harry had bought it about 3 years ago, via an auction. Although Ontario is the smallest lake of the 5 great lakes it is bigger than our lake and looked as though it had a connection to the St Lawrence river. Harry had paid almost 7 million Canadian dollars for the property but, as far as I could tell had never been there.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door that led to the garage, via a small staircase. Looking at the security monitor I saw Julie and Mabel, buzzing them in, I shut my browser down. As they walked in, one of the outside camera's picked up Julies car, leaving in a hurry. Thinking it had been stolen I quickly made sure that the gates were shut and the I.R receiver on the gate was turned off. Watching the car skid to a halt in the fresh snow, I was surprised to see an angry looking Julie jump out and jab the intercom button.
"Let me the fuck out of this place, now," she demanded.
I never liked the bitch and didn't want to get in a slanging match, pushing the button, the gates swung open, and the little car shot out onto the road and disappeared in a flurry of snow. Mum placed my coffee on a coaster and Mable laid a plate of sandwiches next to it. I could see that Mum had been crying and Mabel was not happy.
"I assume you know that Tracy has taken your car?"
"Yeah, good riddance to bad rubbish,"
"Why, what was up with the car?"
My attempt at humour fell on stony ground, mum rushed around the table and threw herself in my arms as she sobbed her heart out.
"It's over Mike, I have given her my half of the shop and house. Today was supposed to be about telling our friends and family, she is such a cow, called me horrible names and stormed out. Beth has gone to collect Ruth, Sam and Christine from school, oh that's the other thing, Tracy doesn't want Sam."
Sam was a lovely lad, his mother, Tracy, had never wanted him to have much to do with Beth and I, practically banning him from our house. As the children played happily with an old Apple Mac laptop, Beth and I tried to cheer our Mum, Julie up. Telling her about our plans for the small Marina and the opportunity in Canada, she seemed to cheer up. Asking to speak to me, I led her to the office, sitting on the comfortable sofa, away from the noise of the children I waited for her to gather her thought's.
"I really thought Tracy and I were life partners, thought we were happy," she sobbed.
Over the next hour or so, mum explained the events of the last 6 months. Tracy had dominated Julie's life, controlling even dictating what she should eat and frowning at her friendship's. It seemed that Beth and I were a favourite of her control, frequently banning her from seeing us. Tracy had convinced Mum to sign the house and shops over to her for 50k, the house they shared in the nearby town had to be worth 300k alone.
"Mike, I am such a fool, 20 years work, all for nothing. I still have some friends in London and a small amount of savings, think I will go home and start again."
Bursting into tears again, she sobbed
"Oh god, a single mother, no money and 51 years old."
Turning to my PC I tapped a few buttons on my keyboard, printing the letter that Jack had sent her. Handing her the letter, I watched as the realisation of its content crossed her pretty face.
"While that doesn't make you rich, I am extraordinarily rich, we will sort this situation with Tracy. You are not a single Mother, Sam is my son, I will always be here for you and him. Does Sam know I am his Father?"
"Yes, well sort of, he broke something a few weeks ago, in her temper she told him that he was as useless as his Dad. I think she named you, saying she was going to send him back to you."
Keeping my temper in check, I told Mum to go back to the others as I had stuff I needed to do. Calling Jack, I explained the situation, I asked him what I could do about Tracy, adding that I didn't care how or what he did, so long as Mum and I ended up with Sam. I was concerned about releasing Jack from our agreement, whenever he was acting for me or the company it must be 100% legal and fully accountable. The thought of the recipient of Jack's underhand and dirty tricks tactics as he fucked her life up, made me smile as I walked downstairs.
