Fuck Buddy Club Ch. 07

Work was stressful for the rest of the week. MJ called in to see me on Friday afternoon. "You look stressed," she said, sitting on the chair in front of my desk.

"Yeah, bad week workwise."

"But good in your personal life, I hear," she smiled.

"Yeah, Olivia was something else. She was built for sex. We had a great time. Which reminds me, she left her jacket behind."

"Yeah, she mentioned that to me. I'm looking forward to Sunday," she said quietly. "It will be nice to get away from here and home, spending a night somewhere different."

"Yes, it will," I said, my phone ringing again. I rolled my eyes when I saw who it was.

MJ leaned over and placed her hand on mine. "I'll de-stress you on Sunday night," she said quietly.

"Looking forward to it," I said as she left my office.

I picked MJ up on Sunday, and we made the long trip, stopping a few times for a break as the traffic was busy. Roadworks and a couple of accidents didn't help the traffic flow. We arrived at the hotel after 7 hours of travelling.

We checked in, and the room was nice, clean, and modern, just like any hotel chain room. I lay back on the bed, and MJ lay beside me. "That was tough," I said.

"I know; thank you for driving. I wouldn't have liked to do it." She curled up next to me and lay her head on my chest. "I hope it will be worth it, but I suspect they wanted a face-to-face meeting to charge me extra. I wonder if their bill will be more than Uncle Geroge's left me. I bet I'll end up owing them money."

We lay there dozing for a while. I felt MJ get up, and she started to unpack a few things. I must have fallen asleep as the next thing I knew, my cock was in her mouth as she slowly blew me.

I opened my eyes to see her completely naked, lying on my legs, looking up at me with half my cock in her mouth. "Get undressed. I'm going to blow you, then we can sleep." She helped me out of my clothes and continued to blow me softly. I lay back and enjoyed her actions on me as she slowly blew me, licking and teasing my balls, then taking me as deep into her mouth as she could. I felt her slide up and kiss me, then take me into her wet pussy. "Change of plan. I need your cock in me," she whispered into my ear.

She slowly rode me, and I held her firm boobs in my hands as she rocked on me. I felt her cumming on me a few times, and then she slid down and blew me again, tasting her juices now covering my cock. She blew me softly for ages, eventually convincing my balls to release my cum into her mouth.

The following day, we had sex, early morning wake-up sex. We then made out in the shower together and went for breakfast. I sat opposite her and saw her smiling at her phone.

"What?"

"Olivia wants you again this week. Is Thursday after school okay?"

"Fuck, she's going to wear me out," I laughed. "But, yes, Thursday would be good."

"Well, I've not planned anyone else this week. Louise wants another visit with you, but I've hooked her up with the coach, so we'll see how that goes. Then there's Anna, of course. Maybe next weekend sometime?"

"Maybe. Yes."

We finished breakfast, checked out of the hotel, and headed to her appointment. I parked outside the brand-new office building. "This must cost them a lot. I assume the invoice is going to be excessive. I'm nervous about this. Will you come in with me?" she asked.

"Are you sure? It's personal to you."

"You are the only thing I have resembling a family member now. It's just a handover of some items. I need some support," she said, holding my hand firmly.

"Okay," I said, leaning over and hugging her.

We entered and sat waiting for Rebecca. The receptionist behind the desk was cute, wearing a black business suit, stockings, and heels. "I can see what's grabbing your attention," MJ chuckled.

"Sorry, old habits. You know me and nice-looking women in heels," I laughed.

"She is hot. It's a pity we're so far away," she whispered.

"She must be in her late teens or early twenties at most. She won't be interested in me. I'm almost old enough to be her father," I said, looking at MJ.

"How old was Priti again?" she teased.

She was correct; Priti was in her early twenties, and maybe I could still attract some younger women.

An older woman, probably in her late 40s or early 50s, appeared, breaking my thoughts on the receptionist and Priti. "Miss Johnson?" she asked.

"Yes, "MJ said.

"Rebecca Hodgeson," she said, holding out her hand.

"This is my partner. I'd like him to be with me," MJ said, keeping things simple as we shook her hand.

"Absolutely," Rebecca smiled.

We followed her into an office and closed the door behind us. There was some small talk about our trip as she thanked us for coming so far.

"Okay, shall we get started?" she asked. I could see a large pile of folders and papers on her desk. Surely, this wasn't all for us?

MJ grabbed my hand; she was uncomfortable with the situation. "Please. We don't want to waste too much of your time," said MJ, hoping to keep the meeting as short as possible.

"There is much to discuss," Rebecca said, placing her hand on the tall pile of paperwork on the edge of her desk. MJ looked at me as we both wondered what on earth all this was, no doubt we would soon be finding out.

"Let's start with the will reading and get the formalities over," said Rebecca, as MJ and I sat in front of her desk looking at the piles of paper. "It's short and to the point with no specific instructions and is dated 6th September 2006. I won't go through the full reading. The executor of the will shall be yourself, Miss Mary Jane Johnson. Debts and administration expenses will be directed to the executor, namely yourself. Bequests of all named property, personal items and finances shall go solely to Miss Mary Jane Johnson. Signed by George Edward Charles Johnson of Greenfield House, Barkham Mills, East Sussex, on this day, 6th September 2006. So in effect, he left everything in his name to you. Any incurred administration and funeral expenses shall be the executor's responsibility, which, again, is yourself."

MJ nodded. "So that's where Uncle George lived," said MJ. "He was a bit of a recluse. I hardly ever saw him, always off somewhere. Never married. We only saw him at funerals; the last time was August 2006."

"A month before this will was made," I added.

MJ nodded, "He must have changed it when Uncle Bill died. He was never married either."

"Okay. Interesting," Rebecca nodded. "Can I assume George was your father's brother?"

"Yes, he was. I lost my father when I was sixteen."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. That cannot have been easy," Rebecca said.

"No, it wasn't. I lost my mum when I was twelve, so I ended up with friends for a while before I went to university and got onto my own two feet."

"That must have been awful to lose both parents when you were so young."

"It was, but it made me strong and taught me some hard life lessons. It made me very independent and taught me how to fend for myself and not rely on others for help. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not."

Rebbecca nodded, "Should I refer to him as George or maybe Uncle George from now on? It will be more informal for you."

MJ nodded, "Uncle George will be fine; I never knew any of his middle names until now."

"Okay, let's start with assets and belongings. As we discussed, Uncle Geroge resided at Barchester Nursing Home until his sudden untimely passing. As is standard, when no family members are present, the care home will go through his possessions, dispose of any immaterial items, clothing, etc., and retain his personal belongings. They found this will and many other items within his personal items and contacted us as we had previously acted on his behalf. We took custody of his personal effects, some of which are here," she said, pointing to two small storage boxes beside her desk. "We then started work on tracking you down and contacting you. Due to some of the items we found during our search and subsequent 3rd party involvement, we have a fee statement covering our incurred administrative costs, which I'll come to later."

MJ looked at me knowingly. Her suspicion that they required a fee was seemingly true.

Rebecca continued. "The two boxes here mostly contain photographs, personal letters, etc. However, there is a third smaller box, which I shall have brought through," she said as she tapped away on her phone, obviously messaging someone. "It's currently secured in our safe as it contains some items of value."

MJ looked at me. "Valuables? Jewellery? He did used to wear a ring and a watch."

Rebecca nodded silently. There was a knock at the door a moment later, and a young guy lifted a secure metal box onto the desk. "Thank you, James," Rebecca said.

"We took the liberty of securing the items in a suitable box rather than the old shoe box they were found in. Would you like to open it?"

MJ opened the box and looked inside. I could see numerous velvet bags in purples, blues, reds, and blacks. "What are these?" MJ asked.

"Uncle George's personal effects that were found in his room." MJ picked out the first bag and opened it. Inside was a large gold bracelet encrusted with what looked like diamonds and other gems.

"What the fuck," she said, looking at the large piece of jewellery in her hand. "Sorry," she quickly apologised.

"It's fine. I doubt you were not the first to say that when first seeing it," she laughed.

"It feels heavy. Is it real? It certainly looks real, but I'm no expert," MJ said, passing it to me and looking into the box again. She opened a second bag, and a similar bracelet was inside, though smaller.

Rebecca continued, "We have had all the items in this box assessed by a local jewellery expert, and he concludes that they are genuine. He believes that the first bracelet, in particular, is French. Circa 1820. 18 carrot gold, diamond and emerald encrusted bracelet. I have his assessment of this and the others in the box."

"Genuine gold and diamond bracelets?" asked MJ.

Rebecca nodded as MJ looked through the box. She pulled out a box with 'Patek Philippe' written on it. Inside was an antique watch, though again, I was no expert.

"We have a breakdown and the estimated valuation of the contents of this box," she said, passing over two sheets of paper. "These are estimates, should the items go onto the open market for sale privately or via auction. The valuation may vary up or down. The first item is the large diamond bracelet."

MJ stared at the paper, then at the second sheet. I could see everything was handwritten, but I couldn't make anything out.

"Sorry, but what the actual fuck," said MJ passing me the sheets. "Is this real?"

Rebecca nodded, "I know it comes as a bit of a shock, which is why we needed to see you in person, and obviously, you would need to collect them in person as well."

I looked at the sheet. The bracelet was estimated at £150k, the second at £120k, and the list went on over two sheets. I saw Patek Philippe with £112k next to it. There were some big numbers there.

"I don't understand," said MJ, slumping back on her chair. "He never had any money. How did he end up with these? Are they legal? They are not stolen, are they?"

"We believe everything is legal. Our contracted experts made due enquiries, and none of these items were marked as stolen at any time. Indeed, there are receipts from various countries within some of the bags for the items, so we believe Uncle George genuinely purchased them. Please remember that any valuation may be subject to taxes, inheritance taxes, etc. Though we're not tax experts, proper financial advice should be sought."

"This is too much to take in," said MJ.

I went through the figures, adding up the total in my head. "I make it to be around 750k."

Rebecca nodded. "The estimation totals just over £776,000, but as I mentioned, this is just an estimate; market values may vary."

"Holy shit," MJ sighed, shaking her head. "How has he managed to buy these?"

"Well, we do see this quite often. People who live alone often hide away their money and assets. Also, bear in mind inflation. The purchase price was considerably less than this. It's just the market has risen, and valuations have increased. Some of these were purchased over 40 years ago. He must have been a shrewd investor, as I'll come onto next."

"Next? You mean there's more?" asked MJ.

"Indeed, let's move onto the property. Greenfield House is an Edwardian house set on 2.6 acres of land. In 2012, Uncle George transferred the house into a trust in your name. It was a shrewd move, and we assume he had been given some sound financial advice at the time." Rebecca passed over a sheet with photographs. "We took the liberty of retrieving the property details and value from the agent that is currently maintaining the property."

We looked at the sheet. It was a grand house, not the run-down terrace MJ expected. "Uncle George owns this?" MJ asked.

Rebecca smiled. "He did, but technically speaking, you have owned it since it was transferred into your name in 2012. It is another good investment as you will not have to pay any taxes on the property or assets."

"Assets?" I asked.

"Yes, the house is furnished, so to speak."

"Uncle George lived here?" MJ asked again.

"Yes. Records show he purchased the property in 1991. In 2012, he moved into the care home, but the house and gardens appear to be well maintained; as you can tell, the garden is in good condition, and even the grass is regularly cut. The agent knew Uncle George personally and had honoured his request to maintain the property all these years. So, the house appears to be in a good state of repair. It's just not lived in."

"I see," said MJ, clearly lost in her thoughts.

"You mentioned assets," I asked.

"Yes, the agent allowed us entry and took photos of the interior," she said, passing us more sheets of paper. The images showed rooms of furniture covered in white dust sheets. "We took the liberty of having an expert look over the items. A list of his discoveries is available here."

She passed over another list of furniture items and their estimated value. MJ was reading through the list, shaking her head. "This isn't happening," she said quietly. I took hold of her hand and held her tightly.

"There are also some outbuildings which contain a substantial vehicle collection," Rebecca said.

"Of course there is," MJ said a little sarcastically. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong. I'm just a little shocked by all this."

"I understand. It's only natural," Rebecca said. "Here is a list of vehicles and valuations and a final sheet with the total asset values."

MJ was still reviewing the furniture list, so I looked at the vehicle list: 1967 E-type, 1972 Rolls Royce Silver Shadow, various old Ferraris, and other vintage sports cars. A separate building contained military vehicles, including T32 and T34 Soviet tanks, British chieftain tanks, troop transporters, and others.

MJ looked at the total valuation and passed it to me, standing up, walking over to the window, and looking out.

Jewellery and miscellaneous items £776K

Greenfield House valuation £1.7 million

Greenfield House's total assets are circa £500K, with unknown military vehicle values.

Almost 3 million in total.

"Greenfield House. I'm sure he used to live at Greenfield Farm. It sounds very familiar," MJ said.

"Yes, we found details of a Greenfield farm. There are auction records from around the late 1980s; various military and general vehicle auctions were held there.

"So, it appears he named the house after the farm," I said. MJ nodded. "Could you give us a few minutes?" I asked.

"Of course," Rebecca said, getting up and leaving the room.

I went to MJ, who was looking out of the window and wrapped my arms around her. She turned around and faced me, hugging me tightly. "What's going on?" she asked. "I can't believe this."

"I know, but you're rich," I smiled at her. "Uncle George has provided for you."

"Why wouldn't he tell me about this, though? Why wait until he's gone for me to find out about it all?"

"Who knows, but you know he kept himself to himself," I said. "But I guess you don't need to worry about their fee," I laughed, trying to make her laugh.

She looked up at me and kissed me. "I guess not," she smiled, then returned to the desk to look in the box, going through the photos and some papers.

Rebecca returned a few minutes later, "How are you doing?" she asked.

"Shocked to be honest. The last time I saw him in 2006, he looked like a tramp, driving an old beat-up car, and yet he was living here with all this stashed away somewhere."

"It appears that he bought everything as an investment, not wasting money on anything that would degrade or lose money over time," I said. "I guess inflation is a key factor here; though everything is relative, the house value in the 1990s would still have been high for the time."

"Indeed, He purchased it for £299k. So inflation is the key factor here, for everything. In over thirty years, everything has increased in value. Are you ready to continue?"

MJ looked at me confused, "There's more?" she asked.

"Indeed, he had several bank accounts in his name, primarily used for payment of his care, running costs and maintenance on the property. These were finalised at £236,321.02 when the accounts were suspended when we notified the banks of his passing." MJ sat motionless. I moved a hand to hers, and she grabbed it tightly. "As I mentioned, we have incurred some costs, including our investigation work and valuation costs. The sum of which is £5,230. We can deduct these directly from your uncle's account. If that is agreeable?"

MJ didn't say anything. "I think that will be fine," I said.

"There is now just the matter of the remaining trust items," Rebecca looked at MJ, finding no response, but then continued. "Uncle George had several shares and investments placed in your name. The earliest we can find is from 1990. The majority of shares were purchased during the financial crashes in October 1990 and again in 2008, probably a very shrewd investment over time. As for any shares, they rise and fall, but the long-term trend is for them to rise, which is what they have done. Along with these, several investments in government bonds and gilts have matured and can be redeemed anytime. The maturing and compound interest payments have continued to accumulate for many years in a separate high-interest account."

MJ and I both sat motionless as Rebecca paused to take a drink of water. I knew you would only invest in bonds and gilts if you had significant money to invest over a long period. With a Gilt, you are effectively borrowing money to the government, a low-risk investment over a long period of time with high rewards. 30 years of compound interest on any investment would be significant. How much were we talking about here? Each time she mentioned a new item, the values were increased. "Going off the share valuation and statement balances as per the close of the day on Friday the 7th, the total value of these monies was £24,198,545.45."

MJ was staring at her feet. I could see tears forming and running down her cheek. I leaned over and hugged her, and she started crying on my shoulder. I heard Rebecca get up and leave the room, quietly closing the door.

I held her as she cried, kissing the top of her head.

"What the hell will I do with £24 million?"

"24 plus the house and that box of sparkling goodies."

"Shit, I'm getting lost, it's too much to take in."

"Well, thanks to Uncle George, you can fulfil your dreams. Leave work and buy a nice place in the country with land and stables. Spend some of it and live off the interest payments alone."

I held her for a while, and then she went to the boxes of photographs and papers and glanced through them, finding a photo of her and her dad with Uncle George. She looked at the picture, and more tears were forming as she held it tightly.

When Rebbeca returned, she placed it in her bag and sat down. She reached over to MJ and held her hand. "How are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm in shock. My head was spinning. I expected to collect some photographs and maybe a little money, but I didn't expect this. It's going to take some time to process it."

"Indeed it will. Don't rush into anything. I recommend you seek the services of a reputable financial advisor before doing anything else." MJ nodded. "There are just some formalities, paperwork, etc., for you to sign. Then I'll let you go, and you can digest everything in your own time."

She spent the next 20 minutes signing various forms and paperwork, and we were done.

"One final item," said Rebecca, passing over a large purple velvet bag.

"Oh shit," said MJ, breaking down again as she realised what was in the bag. "I've had a few of these," she cried. The bag contained the remains of Uncle George.

I carried out a fortune in jewellery and the two boxes, while MJ carried Uncle George. We placed them securely into the car and set off, heading on our long journey home. "Can we stop off at the house? I'd like to see it."

"Sure, how about we get the keys? Then we can go inside and see where he lived."

She found the agents online and guided me there. We parked outside and went inside. We spoke to a young girl behind a desk, and she went to find the owner.

An old guy appeared, "Mary Jane. I remember you. It's been a long time, my dear. You have your father's and George's eyes. I'd recognise them anywhere," he said fondly, taking hold of her hand lightly. "My condolences on George's passing. He was a dear friend. It must have been a shock."

"It's been emotional, especially today. I'm sorry, but I don't remember you."

"David Tanner. You were very young when we met, so you probably don't remember me. I used to help George with his stock, moving them around and dealing with collections and deliveries when he was away."

"No, sorry, I don't. I only met Uncle George a few times. Did you see him recently?"

"Not for a few years, I'm sorry to say. I went to the care home a few times to see him about the house, but his memory was deteriorating, and he instructed me to do whatever was needed with the house. The last time I went, he didn't recognise me and wouldn't speak to me. He was no longer the George I had known for 50 years. I contacted a few of his old friends after his passing, many of whom had already passed themselves. I'm afraid to say only three of us were at his funeral."

"That's probably what he wanted. You know he kept this hidden from me. I had no idea about the house or anything he had stashed away."

"I guessed he had. He was very private and made good money from what he did. He only spent his money on bargains that he knew he could easily sell for a profit or would mature over time. He was very good at what he did and had contacts worldwide with whom he traded. He must have thought a lot of you to put the house in your name. Anyway, I'll get the keys, and you can follow me up there, and I'll show you around."

We followed him and spent half an hour wandering around the house, looking under the various dust sheets at the antique furniture.

"Nice pad," I laughed. "Pity it's so far away."

"Yeah, I'm not moving here. All my friends are back home."

We headed back to the cars, where David was waiting for us, "Do you know what you are planning on doing with the place?" he asked.

"No, but I'm not planning on moving down here. If I decide to sell, which is the most likely. I'll let you know. I assume you'd be willing to market it for me?"

"Of course. George was a good, slightly eccentric, but nonetheless, a valued friend. I'd be honoured to take it to market for you and him. Though it must be empty, those dusty contents must be disposed of before selling."

"I need to speak to a few people first and make some decisions, but thank you for showing us around. I'll be in touch."

"It's my pleasure. It's nice to finally meet you again. If you need anything, please get in touch, and we will continue to look after the place for you until you decide." He passed MJ a card with his personal number. "Call me anytime."

We left and headed home, but we stopped after an hour. "I need a hug; I'm still shaking, " said MJ.

We pulled into a service station and parked up. We hugged and kissed for a while. "I need a drink and a wee," she said.

"Probably best not to leave the car unattended," I said.

"Yeah, I guess your insurance won't cover it, will it?" she chuckled.

"No, I think that box needs to be the top priority. It needs a secure home; a safety deposit box would be best."

"Yeah, you're right. I can't believe he kept all that in an old shoe box in his room."

"Yeah, I know. Perhaps he never got around to storing them safely. Maybe there are others stored somewhere? Looked away in a safety deposit box. Maybe a hidden safe in the house? He must have been advised to store all these investments securely. Who leaves that amount of jewellery just sitting in a box?"

MJ nodded. "I'll go for a wee and get us some snacks and drinks."

We continued home, stopping for more food after a few more hours. MJ jumped out and grabbed a McDonald's, which we ate in the car.

"Stay at mine tonight. I don't want you to be alone right now," I said as we neared home.

"I'd like that. I need your help. I need to go through everything again and figure out the next steps," she said, placing her hand on my thigh for the rest of the journey.

When we arrived home and unpacked the car, she spent hours reviewing the photos and paperwork, and I laid the jewellery on the table. It was quite a stash, over thirty pieces in total.

We looked at the receipts for the jewellery, which were mainly from Asia, India, Hong Kong, Japan, and China. He hadn't paid much for them, which showed what a shrewd investor he was. More jewellery was sold to Africa, South America, and Europe. We found an old passport stamped on every page for over five years, showing how much he had travelled.

We sat on the sofa contemplating the life-changing amount of money she had.

"Three things I'm going to do tonight," she said as I sat beside her.

"Okay, what are they?"

"First, I'll email Kevin and tell him I'm leaving. I still have a lot of unused leave, so hopefully, I can hand everything over and not have to return."

"Well, that sounds like an excellent idea. What else?"

"I need to find a good and reliable safety deposit box. The sooner, the better."

"Yeah, and insurance."

"Third, I'm going to empty your balls as many times as I can," she chuckled, climbing onto my lap. "Ever fucked a millionaire?" she asked.

"No, never."

"Take me to bed and use me," she said, rubbing herself against my growing crotch, "I'm in shock and not believing this is happening. I keep thinking I'm dreaming, or it's all a mistake. I need a distraction, and I believe your cock will be the perfect distraction to bring me back to reality."

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, placing her on the bed. "I'm going to distract you," I said, pulling off my t-shirt and shorts. MJ started to undress, but I stopped her. "No, you just lay there. I'm going to strip you and pleasure you nice and slowly."

We spent the next hour fucking. She took me in all her holes, sucking out my first load down her throat even after I had been deep in her ass. We lay spooning for a while. Sex had been a distraction, but both of us were still processing today's events.

"What's going to be the first thing you buy?" I asked.

"I've already bought you lunch today," she chuckled. "But seriously, I've no idea."

"You need to speak to an advisor; don't rush into anything."

"Yeah, I know," she said, turning over and facing me.

"It's been a busy day, and I'm tired, fuck me, then we can go to sleep."

I dragged her up onto all fours and sucked on her pussy and clit, then moved my tongue to her ass. Toying with her lubricated hole. She moaned loudly, pushing herself back against my tongue. I started to get hard again, so I moved up and entered her from behind, alternating between her pussy and her ass. Her hands turned white as she tightly gripped the sheets as I picked up speed. Sensing my impending orgasm, I rolled her over onto her front and lifted her legs high, entering her ass, holding myself deep inside her as I looked down at her.

"Cum in my ass," she moaned, wriggling her hips to get some movement of my cock in her, "fill my ass with your cum," she said, taking hold of my cheeks. My cock pulsed and sent my second load of the night deep into her ass.

She smiled up at me, her eyes glazed over as she felt me cumming in her ass. "Yes, that's what I needed, a load of cum deep in my ass." I moved to the side and lay facing her, and she rolled over onto her front, stopping it from leaking out of her. "Nothing better than you fucking me," she smiled.

"Well, I've been doing it a lot lately."

"I know. I'm getting more than my fair share from the club," she chuckled.

"Well, it was all your idea, and you do all the arranging, so you are entitled to a bigger share."

We went to clean up, and then we spooned again, my soft cock trapped against her bare lower back. "You're still my number one fuck," I said as she pressed herself against me.

She sighed contentedly, "Love you," she said softly.

"Love you too," I said, kissing her shoulder and wrapping an arm around her.

I lay there thinking about her and how my feelings have grown towards her again. In truth, she could be a pain in the ass to live with, but I still loved her, and I knew deep down that I wanted to be with her again, to share my life with her. You might say that the money she now had was an attraction, but I had been feeling this way for weeks. Sure, the money will give her a different lifestyle, involving her doing what she wants rather than what she needs to do. But I wasn't sure she felt the same way about me. She had always been independent and was used to fending for herself, and she didn't need the security of having anyone around her long-term. I probably cramped her style when we lived together, which is why she spent time away, leading to our relationship eventually breaking down. I had to tell her my feelings towards her but now wasn't the time. She needed to process today's events and work out the changes in her life. Throwing in my feelings towards her would only likely complicate things.

The next day, I 'worked' from home. I was too tired to sit in my office all day, and I needed to help MJ and be with her to support her.

She found a bank deposit box and arranged insurance for the jewellery. She also found a respected financial advisor and booked an appointment for this afternoon. We dropped the jewellery off, relieved to leave it somewhere safe, and headed for the financial advisor. He seemed to know what he was talking about and gave her sound advice: to keep the money in the high-interest accounts and cash in only what she needed.

That night, we were sat in my lounge, and MJ was on her tablet looking at properties. She laughed to herself,

"What?" I asked.

"There's nothing on here I can't afford to buy. I can afford a 15-bedroom house with seven bathrooms in 17 acres of prime countryside. I can buy three of them if I wanted and still have some money left over."

"That's a bit excessive," I laughed. "15 bedrooms would be great for parties, though."

"Yeah, if only I had 15 friends to fill them," she chuckled. "Being realistic, there's one here. 5 large bedrooms, separate private apartment, kitchen, dining room, three lounges, Orangerie, study, snug, cinema room, indoor swimming pool, gym, tennis courts, stables, paddock, various outbuildings and large sheds. It looks like it was an old farm at one point, and someone rebuilt the farmhouse. It also has 8 acres of land, with the option to buy more if needed. All for 4.5 million."

"Sounds like a bargain to me," I laughed. "Seriously though, why not? You don't need anything too big. The stables, paddock and land are ideal for you."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. I think I'll enquire about it."

"Are you staying tonight?" I asked. "Perhaps we should have gone to collect your car earlier. I need to go into the office tomorrow."

She looked at me, "Can I stay?"

"Of course, I'll drop you off at home in the morning."

"I've been thinking. I have an offer for you, but it's entirely up to you."

"Okay," I said, wondering what she had in mind.

"I'm thinking of investing some of my money in projects and ideas. You know, helping out new startups, etc."

"Like Dragons Den?"

"Yeah, I guess. I provide them with some secured cash in return for a share of the profits or shares of the business."

"Okay, well, it's your money, babe. You may lose some of it if they fail to run at a profit."

"I know, but that's where you come in. I'd like you to help me select the right ideas and help me run it."

"I already have a job; finding time to help you with this will be tricky."

She moved closer and sat on my lap, taking hold of my hands. "I want you to do it full time, take a share of this business, leave that stressful job, and work for me and help me run it."

"That sounds wonderful, but I need a salary to pay for this place, and if it all goes wrong, then what? I'll have given up my job."

"I'll pay you and look after you financially. I have a little money put away," she giggled. "There's no need to worry about that. Tell them to go and fuck themselves," she said, laying her head on my shoulder.

It did sound very tempting after the problems and stress over the last few weeks. But could I work with her? I wanted her back in my life, but working with her? Would that work? What if it's just an idea, and she changes her mind? What if she doesn't want me back in her life, and I'm stuck working for the woman I love? That would be too much pain to bear. But, this past week has proved how much I hate working where I am and need a change.

I felt her rubbing her crotch against me as she sat looking at me, waiting for a reply. "Okay. I'll do it," I said.

She leaned in and kissed me hard, then jumped up and held out her hand, "As I'm now your boss, here's my first managerial decision. Take me upstairs and fuck all my holes," she laughed.

Who could argue with that?

We raced to the bedroom, quickly removing each other's clothes as we kissed. She dropped to her knees and sucked on my cock, gagging as she took me deep into her mouth. "One day, I'll get this cock down my throat," she chuckled, wiping the drool from her lips.

I lifted her up and pushed her back onto the bed, pulling off her panties and spreading her legs. "I'm going to eat that sexy pussy of yours," I said, sliding between her legs and diving into her pussy. Within seconds, she came, bucking her face against me. I eased two fingers into her increasingly wet pussy, as I teased her clit with my tongue. She began to cum on my face, so I rubbed hard on her g-spot, her body stiffening and then relaxing as she came. I pulled out my fingers and then toyed with her ass, using her juices to lube my finger and slide into her tight ass.

"Fuck yes, finger my ass, get it ready for your cock," she moaned. "I need you cock in me, fuck me now."

I moved up her body, kissing and sucking on her boobs as I passed by them. I felt her grab my cock and guide me to her wet pussy, and I entered her easily; she grunted loudly as I pushed deep into her.

"I love having your cock in me," she sighed, looking up at me.

"I love having my cock in you as well," I said, leaning down and kissing her. We fucked for ages, swapping positions, and then she had me work on her ass, lubing her up and then taking me into her tight hole.

"Fuck yes, you're in my ass again," she grunted, pushing back against me, fucking herself on my cock. "Keep fucking my ass, don't stop until you empty all of your cum into it."

I did as she asked, varying my speeds until I couldn't hold out, and I came, pumping my load deep into her ass again.

We lay on the bed, MJ on her front, keeping my cum in her ass, and we talked about our new business venture. "We'd need a nice office somewhere; we can't do it from home," I said.

"Yeah, it needs to be professional and legitimate. A managed building with facilities included would be great if you find us somewhere nice to work from. I'll find myself somewhere to live," she chuckled.

She stayed the night, and we fell asleep with her spooned in front of me again. I could get used to this. We had some more early-morning sex on Wednesday morning. Not letting me go until I had unloaded deep in her ass again. I was late for work, but realistically, I didn't care.

I dropped her off at home, and we hugged and kissed outside her house. "Don't be a stranger, "I said.

"I won't. I'll be in touch," she kissed me again. "Thanks for this week. That would have been too much to handle on my own."

"Anytime, babe. It was nice spending some time together."

She nodded, "yes, it was."

She kissed me again and went into the house.

I drove into the office, and once there, I went straight to see Bob, my manager and told him I was leaving. He was shocked, "Where are you going?"

"I've been given an offer I can't refuse, a different business sector, not engineering-based. A fresh start, clean slate."

"Oh, are you 100% sure about this? You'll be giving up a lot here."

"Yes, I am. I've been thinking about the offer for a while." Actually, it had been less than 12 hours since MJ asked me, and it took me all of thirty seconds to accept.

He nodded and held out his hand, which I shook. "I'll make the arrangements. Can you send it to me in writing? I'll need it for the records. When are you looking to go?"

"As soon as. I can start my new role tomorrow if needed."

"Wow, okay. Can I ask you to stay a few days to hand over everything? Ermm, if you could hand it over to Steve Banham, that would be great."

"Sure, I'll do that. Thanks, Bob."

"I wish you success in your new, undisclosed role," he said, offering another handshake.

I went to see Steve and informed him that I was leaving and had been asked to hand over my projects to him. He looked as impressed as I would be if I were dumped a load of new work without warning.

I sat back at my desk, wrote my resignation letter, cancelled all my meetings and emailed my team, telling them I was leaving and to forward everything to Steve from now on. I felt pleased to be handing everything off, yet quite saddened that I was about to leave here, somewhere I had worked for 15 years and worked my way up. However, I was excited about what MJ had planned.

Speaking of MJ, she had booked a viewing at a property on Friday morning and asked me to accompany her, she also reminded me that Olivia was coming over tomorrow night.

The afternoon dragged on. I spoke to Steve once. He had a question for me, but one he could have answered himself and pretty much did. For the rest of the time, I searched for offices to rent, finding some nice ones for a decent rate.

I left early and went home, finding the house empty and quiet. After spending the last few days with MJ, it felt strange to be home alone. I called her that evening, and we chatted about our days. It was nice to hear her voice again, even though it was only twelve hours ago.

I went in late on Thursday and did nothing constructive. My team and other management asked where I was going, but I didn't say anything, saying it was confidential and I couldn't discuss it yet.

I went to see Bob again, and he agreed there was no point in me being there any longer. I told him I was on the end of a phone if anyone needed me, and he thanked me.

I packed my desk, collected my belongings, and disposed of everything else. I left quietly for the final time, heading home for more fun with Olivia.

I was home at 3 pm and tidied the house a little before Olivia arrived at 4 pm.

"Hi, nice to see you so soon," I said, looking at her in her black short dress and heels. "You look great."

"Thanks, thought I'd dress like the slut I am," she smiled, walking passed me and into the hallway.

I closed the door and turned to face her. Her hand immediately went to my crotch as she dropped to her knees, pulling down my trousers and shorts, wrapping her fingers around my already growing cock.

She didn't look up at me; her focus was on my cock, as she leaned forward and took me into her mouth, sucking and licking my expanding cock. She was already in an excited state as she bobbed quickly on my cock.

"Fuck Olivia, that feels good," I moaned, feeling her tongue sliding under my cock as she pushed me deep into her mouth.

She didn't acknowledge me but continued to blow me. I held her head lightly as she worked on my cock, her other hand sliding between her legs. She toyed with herself and moaned on my cock, and I could hear her wet pussy on her fingers.

She then stood and removed her dress, revealing her naked body. "No underwear? You are a dirty slut. You want to get fucked don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," she hissed as I took her hand and led her to the sofa. I sat down, holding my cock upright. "You know what to do." She spun around and reversed onto me, my cock spreading her wet labia and entering her as she pushed back towards me, sinking me deep into her wet pussy. Her hot wet pussy devoured my cock as she moaned softly.

She rode me slowly, taking her time to let her body adjust to me. Then she started to fuck me hard, slamming herself onto me, taking my full length into her. I could feel her pussy grabbing my cock each time she pulled off me, seemingly urging me to cum.

She seemed to be tiring, so I lifted her off me and lay her on the sofa, climbing between her outstretched legs and entering her deeply.

"Fuck," she moaned as I held myself above her, looking down at her hot body. I sucked on her hard nipple and tweaked the other one while I fucked her with long deep strokes.

I could hear and feel how wet her pussy was. She moaned loudly, her body shaking below me as she came on my cock.

Her eyes were glazed over as she lost focus and concentration on everything around her. I really enjoyed fucking her, her pussy was grasping at my cock each time I entered her warm wet hole. I suddenly felt the need to cum, I moved my hands to her face and held her lightly, sinking my cock deep into her soaking pussy.

She looked up at me, her eyes focussing on mine. "Cum in my cunt," she moaned. I held my cock firmly inside her and came, the first throb sending a broad smile across her face as she felt me cumming inside her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came hard, her fingers now on her clit as she toyed with her pussy as I emptied my balls inside her.

Once I had finished, I leaned down and kissed her, her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me tightly against her.

"So good. I love feeling your cock explode inside me," she said softly. "I've been thinking about that moment all week," she sighed, letting out a deep breath as her body finally relaxed.

I slid off her and picked her up, carrying her naked body up the stairs, feeling my cum dripping out of her and landing on my leg. I lay her on the bed, seeing her wet and open pussy still leaking my cum.

"Play with yourself, make yourself cum. Push our juices into your ass so I can fuck you again and send you home with my cum leaking out of both of your holes again."

She moaned and obeyed, laying back on the bed and closing her eyes, her hand rubbing her leaking pussy and the other working my cum into her ass. I stood and watched her, she was in her own little world as her fingers toyed with her body.

I crawled onto the bed and kneeled by her head, placing my cock on her cheek. She turned toward me and took me into her mouth, sucking avidly on me, trying to get me hard again.

I played with her large tits, tweaking and pinching her hard nipples as her body shook, her fingers making herself cum again. I pulled out of her mouth and lay back, holding my semi-hard cock upright; Olivia opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Get me hard, then ride me," I said.

She gave me what I presumed was her best blowjob, sucking and drooling on my cock as her boobs rubbed against my thighs. Soon I was hard enough, and she clambered over me and pressed my cock against her ass, opening herself up and allowing me into her tight rear hole.

She hissed loudly as my cock opened her up, but she pushed down, taking me deep into her ass. I grabbed her tits and sucked on her hard nipples, making her squirm as I nibbled and pinched them with my fingers.

She rode me hard for a while, then rolled off me, breathing hard. "No time to rest," I said, getting her onto all fours and entering her ass again from behind.

I kept up a steady pace, alternating between her tight ass and her dripping pussy, using our mixed juices as lube for her ass.

We fucked for a while, then I sat back, and she took me back into her mouth, then sat on me again, rocking her body on my cock.

"I want to feel you cumming inside me again," she moaned. "Cum in my ass or my cunt, I don't care which, just cum in me again," she moaned.

"I will, but you need to work my cock and make me cum," I said. She rocked harder on me hard, then started to ram herself down hard on my cock. I was getting close. "I'm going to cum," I said, "Where are you going to take it?"

She got off me and back onto her hands and knees, "Cum in my cunt," she ordered. "Save some for my ass too. I liked feeling your cum leaking out of my ass last time."

I moved behind her and fucked her pussy hard, then moved to her ass. "No. I've decided it's all going in your ass this time," I said, fucking her hard and firing three long streams into her ass. I pulled out and drove straight into her pussy, sending the last of my offerings into her wet and abused pussy.

She lay back on the bed, her eyes closed and her hands feeling both of her leaking holes. A satisfied smile spread over her face as she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Perfect. I love it when you cum in my cunt," she sighed.

We lay on the bed for a moment, and then she got up and went to clean up. She returned, and I watched her dress, her sexy body slowly disappearing from view as she covered herself up.

"I'd better get going. I don't want to be late," she said, grabbing her shoes and pushing them onto her feet.

I walked her to the door, and we had a hot kiss in the hallway. "I wish you could stay longer, I'd love to fuck you slowly for a few hours and see how many times I can make you cum," I said.

She smiled. "That's not likely to happen. You'll just have to make do with these quick fucks I'm afraid."