Rachel’s secret life 24

This story is part of a series; suggest reading in order to fully understand the characters. Can be read in isolation but won't make as much sense.

CHAPTER 142 - BACK TO WORK

Time had passed since the big day. It was fast closing in on Emma's big day. Only five weeks to go. Lauren was well pregnant but showing no signs, Mel wasn't far behind Emma. Babies everywhere.

With the wedding out of the way we cracked on with the galleries, modelling and the house. With Mel, Emma and Lauren pregnant we needed new models. It wasn't hard to attract them, the galleries were well known but finding the right personality was difficult. We wanted people who looked good naked but they had to have the right personality. Too many models thought stripping and fucking was all that was needed, that wasn't right. The sex happened because the modelling led them to it or they just found a modelling partner very attractive. The sex was real, not for the sake of the painting.

Strangely the first two female models that really hit the bullseye were French. They were beautiful but understood the order of things. Model, gradually undress, get turned on, have sex, maybe. Jessica and Eliza were both thirty years old, slim figure and dark brown hair. Jessica was more rounded with larger breasts, Eliza was just very very sexy. She was Lauren like, she just had something.

I watched Eliza's first session. She did some work with her underwear on but as the session progressed she quickly took her bra off then a few minutes later took her panties off. She lay on the settee on her side, naked, staring at the artists in a sultry, aggressive pose. She had one leg lifted of the settee, the pose was revealing, the viewer would see her breasts and her vagina. We would show her the sketches to ensure she was OK with the content. It was excellent, I knew we had someone special.

"That was really good Eliza, those poses on the couch were exactly what we like, it's our style."

She was still naked but smiled, "Thank you, I just tried to be me. Not copy anything I've seen. I enjoyed it, I was surprised how much I enjoyed being naked in the studio."

"The artists will show you the sketches to ensure you are happy with the poses, some are very revealing. Might be too much at this stage."

"OK, that's great. Tell me, did modelling turn you on? I feel quite horny?"

"Yes, it does with most of us. If you enjoy naked work it can cause you to feel turned on."

"I'm glad I'm not modelling with someone as beautiful as you, or with a guy. I would want sex. Did you ever have sex in front of the artists?"

"Yes, I think most of us have. I've had sex with men and women and been painted. I still do some modelling and would do it again, I think if it happens there's no harm depicting it. I don't mind being painted having sex.

You don't have to do it but if you feel you want to don't stop because you are scared of offending people. Do what you want to do."

"Sounds wonderful. I would love to do it now, I'm so hot."

We chatted for a few more minutes before I asked, "Do you want to go for lunch?"

We headed to a local cafe close to the flat and house and chatted about ambitions for the galleries. She got really interested when I talked about the flat conversion. We were only a few minutes away so we wandered round. The door was open so we carefully wandered round showing her the nearly completed flat.

Scott obviously heard us and came to say hello, I had managed to keep my legs closed since the wedding but didn't expect the situation to last. I made the introductions and he showed us round obviously delighted to have two rather attractive women to talk to. Eliza was so sultry, so sexy. She wasn't overly flirty but the message that she was still horny after modelling was hard to miss.

I said, "Scott why don't you show Eliza upstairs, I've got a few calls to make."

They quickly headed off. I thought, ten minutes max.

I gave it five.

I quietly crept upstairs, Eliza was lying on the mats Scott and I often used with her legs wrapped round a pumping Scott. I watched as he fucked her hard, she was gasping as he bottomed out. I watched her pussy stretching around his penis as it pulled out then swallow his cock on the downward strokes. She was a lovely woman, he was a very virile man. It was a good combination.

A thought occurred, I wandered into the room, "Eliza is it OK if he cums in you?"

Didn't want my star model suddenly being all swollen and fertilised.

"Yes, it's OK. Finish in me Scott."

Scott hammered into Eliza, she writhed under him as he fucked her hard. She scratched his back as she orgasmed on him. He paused for a minute then intensified the fucking before firing his gunge into her willing pussy.

I tore off some kitchen roll and handed it to Eliza as Scott pulled out of her. She mopped up the mess.

"Thanks Rachel and thanks Scott, that was lovely."

I said, "It was nice to watch, you looked good fucking.

Scott, you are still hard baby?"

He smiled, "When you are around it's never soft."

I smiled, "Horny animal."

Eliza was lying playing with her breasts, "Do you want to fuck again?"

I laughed, "Just remember you've got a house to finish Scott. Don't spend all day inside this beautiful French woman."

I left them to it. By the time I got to the bottom the stairs the sex noises had started again. Will my house ever be finished?

CHAPTER 143 - BUSINESS AND BABIES

Lauren called around 4pm we chatted about the galleries. Questions were being asked about the porn gallery. We were asking ourselves if it was worth the gallery when almost all of the work was selling online. We were making a lot of money from the pornographic works but was the gallery necessary?

"Let me run some numbers and I'll call a gathering later this week. Emma won't be working much longer and want her opinion before we jump to conclusions."

"OK, clever friend!"

"By the way, I eventually got round to a test. It's official, Ryan is going to be a Daddy. Your new husband got me pregnant."

"Congrats Lauren, do you want me to tell my cheating snake of a husband?"

"If you wouldn't mind. I struggle to be in the same room since he pumped and dumped me. Here I am pregnant, alone and bereft!"

We laughed, "Will do. You'll be OK, you're tough."

"The morning sickness is bloody awful. Got an appointment with the Doctor to get some drugs. Chances are it'll pass but it's not great at the moment."

"Do you want me to pop down to cheer you up?"

"Actually that would be great, I need your opinion about a change to the gallery. It's easier to show you."

"OK, do you want me to bring Karen?"

"If she has time that would be perfect. John's around this week so she could combine business with sexual pleasure."

"They never stop do they?"

"No, but Emma isn't concerned at all. She loves the guy but he's not number one any more. That title is yours. Temptress."

"Says you. Right let me make arrangements, I see you soon. Hope the sickness isn't too bad. Love ya!"

"And you. Look forward to it."

Karen was able to head down for a day but had to be back for the kids. I would travel with her, stay two nights, then Ryan would collect me in time for the weekend.

I popped back to the house to let Scott know.

"Scott, you around?"

I heard him in the distance.

"Hey Rachel, what's up?"

"Is the French bombshell gone?"

He looked slightly embarrassed, "Yes she is, not quite the never ending dynamo you are."

"Glad you had fun, you looked great together."

"I'm seeing her tomorrow. After work, promise!"

"Good man. I'm going to the borders for a few days. If there's anything comes up you know the number."

"I do, there's one thing always comes up can't be cured by a call."

"You've got a French lady to sort that now!"

He stroked my hair with his hand, "Nothing will ever compare to you Rachel. Nothing."

I stared into his eyes, "Sometimes it's better to quit at the top. It was way too intense between us Scott. It wouldn't stay like that."

He pulled me toward him and kissed me. I delayed slightly but responded. Our tongues met and wrestled as the kiss became more intense.

Scott reached up and grasped my breast then slid his hand down into my leggings and panties and down between my legs. I moved myself slightly to allow him to place his hand on me properly. He slid his hand down and pushed two fingers into me.

"Scott, will you make me cum? I don't want to fuck you but I love your touch."

He nodded. I pulled my leggings and panties down and off. Scott fingered me with one hand while rubbing my clit with his other hand. I had to cum standing up up which is tricky for a lady to do. After I finished soaking his hand I pulled leggings and panties up.

"Thanks Scott. Sorry I didn't want to go further."

"Of course. I love you Rachel. You've just got married, you are bound to feel different. I might have to seek out my new woman tonight."

I hugged him and turned to leave, satisfied but guilty. I don't ever leave a man with blue balls.

I turned back to him, "Scott, take your cock out please?"

He ripped himself out of his trousers. I sank to my knees and took him into my mouth. Despite having fucked twice that morning he filled my mouth quite well. First time unfaithful. Dammit.

I wiped my mouth with my hand, "I'm going now."

"I love you Rachel. Always will."

CHAPTER 144 - BIGGAR BABES AND BABIES

Karen and I drove down on Wednesday evening. Emma looked tired, the baby bump was quite pronounced. Lauren looked immaculate, utterly relaxed.

Karen asked, "Emma babes, are you coping?"

She hugged her, "Barely, I want to get this kid out of me now."

"Four weeks to go, be done soon."

I asked, "How are you Lauren?"

She shook her head, "Puking for my country in the morning but otherwise OK. It's getting better actually. Last week was worse."

I gave her a long hug, "You look wonderful, as always."

"Do you want to go to bed, I'm at that stage. Just don't want cocks in me."

Emma smiled, "She's pretty needy Rachel, could you take care of her after lunch?"

I grabbed Lauren's hand, "No time like the present, see you for a late lunch. After I lunch on this woman."

Emma laughed, "OK, see you soon, make her cum hard."

Lauren was on fire. She orgasmed again and again as I ate her pussy, it was glorious. I loved every second.

As we wandered back through Emma said, "Lunch is over there, you did well Rachel, I've never heard her make that much noise."

Lauren ate lunch then said, "Been thinking about the business.

First gallery is perfect, city centre, lots of business. It's expensive to run but it's where it needs to be.

Second gallery here in the borders is turning over less in terms of direct sales but almost equal when you take internet sales in. There's loads of room, it could be expanded, but how?

Third gallery is the question. Footfall is low, location and guilt over looking at porn I suspect. I think we should extend the borders gallery and have a private viewing gallery for those who want to see the pornographic works with a separate entrance. The majority of sales are online so doesn't matter where it is.

Leaves the question of what to do with the third location. I've talked to Stan and Lisa, we think we should turn it into a large studio. Do modelling and artist work there. It's nice and discrete, it's huge so we could have several large and small studios. The very risqué art and full porn is very lucrative. If we keep going at the rate we've been selling at we will turn over in excess of £2 million this year. Profit will be about £860k."

We all nodded.

Lauren continued, "Theres one other thing I want to do.

I want to create a Scottish high class escort booking service. We will organise the site, vet potential escorts, vet and track clients and identify "safe" hotels."

Karen asked, "Is that legal?"

Lauren nodded, "Yes, it's legal. Several attempts have been made to make buying or selling of sex illegal, but it always fails. It's always going to happen, if it's made illegal it'll drive it underground. Make it more dangerous.

What doesn't exist is a professional agency that protects workers properly. We will take a fixed fee for registration and a percentage of the booking fee. My thinking is to offer mainly, or exclusively, outcall services in hotels. Rates are usually £300/£400 minimum, weekends cost about £3,500."

Emma questioned, "I don't know Lauren, it's a step beyond looking and flashing."

She nodded, "It is but we've done porn work, we've painted people performing sex acts. We are in the sex industry now, this just takes us into a different sector of the industry.

There isn't an agency in this country girls can trust that's run professionally. I don't intend hiding anything, it'll be above board, file tax returns. It's an industry. It has a stigma attached to it but should it? If a marriage is sexless is it better to have an affair, or have sex with a professional escort?

The agency will be professional, safe and discrete. We will have good systems to protect information located in Switzerland. We will ask all workers and clients to use an end to end encrypted email service. We will have to do age verification but that'll be covered by the registration process. I think it's what people want, and need."

I asked, "You've talked to Stan about this?"

Lauren nodded, "He was negative but Lorna talked him round, she sees the logic. They are on board but want to stay distant. This would be purely under our name, or my name, if you don't like it."

I spoke first, "I like the idea. If we are honest there's overlap. The models probably already do escort services or would consider it. Some escorts would be attracted to modelling. Why not?

I'm OK with it, I'll come in with you Lauren."

Karen said, "I'm not sure, I don't disagree there's a need but the stigma bothers me."

Emma nodded, "I'm the same, I worry about reputations?"

Lauren smiled, "I get it, there is the possibility of criticism. What I thought about doing is setting up the company separately, maybe owned by the same ultimate holding company. I'll register domains etc under a separate registration distant from the galleries. The only shareholders will be Rachel and I. You two can stay out of reach of the critics."

Emma smiled, "Sorry, not as brave as you two."

So it was agreed. Convert gallery three to a large studio and base for the escort agency for now. Convert the upper floor of studio two into the adult viewing area with different entrance and do almost all same online. Oh, and start an Escort agency.

After the business we just generally chatted teased, felt Emma's tummy. It was lovely.

John arrived back at 4pm with Sam. After Sam had hugged Karen he ran upstairs to get changed. John and Emma had done the hugging bit.

John folded himself into the settee alongside Karen. He put an arm round her and hugged her fondly.

We brought John up to date with plans, he raised an eyebrow at the Escort proposal.

"Are you sure?"

Lauren outlined the plans for the company structure. He nodded along.

"As you say, it's sensible to control the access to the escorts, men or women, but it'll attract the usual publicity at some stage. You've thought it through so good luck."

The conversation settled for a while.

Emma suddenly asked, "Karen, you have to head off tonight, if you want some time with John don't be shy. I have no use for the over fertile swine."

Karen blushed, "Only if John wants to and Sam doesn't go mad."

Lauren smiled, "We can keep Sam distracted."

John leaned over and kissed Karen gently. She squirmed on the seat as he played with her tongue. He reached out and pinched her nipple through her top, she gasped and squirmed a bit more.

"Oh, oh, John, not here, not with people watching, please."

John slid his hand up her skirt, Karen groaned and moved her legs slightly further apart. He fumbled his hand around, Karen gasped and tilted her head back. Johns hand moved up and down in a rhythmic motion.

Karen moaned, "Oh, oh John, please let's go somewhere private. Oh, your fingers are so nice. Oh please, oh please. Oh that's so good, so good."

Karen lifted her hips off the chair, slid her skirt up to the top of her thighs then slid her panties down to her ankles. John moved onto the floor and kissed his way up her thigh onto her pussy. Karen lay back with her legs wide open and her hands resting on his head as John tongued her gorgeous vagina. She slowly groped her own breasts as he licked and fingered her sensitively, lovingly. She was lost in her overwhelming desire, they could have been in the middle of the street and she wouldn't know and wouldn't care.

She gasped, "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Don't stop, please please don't stop."

Karen pulled her bra above her breasts and pulled at her nipples. John obviously increased the pace, the intensity, as she struggled to hold off her orgasm. She lost the struggle and screamed as she clenched her thighs round her lovers head. Her juices squirted out onto him, he cruelly kept going and she had three more, smaller, orgasms before he finally let her come back to earth. Karen collapsed on the settee with her legs still wide open meaning her drenched pussy and gorgeous tits were on display to all gathered. It was a gorgeous sight.

Emma sniggered, "You bad man, that was cruel. Go to the bedroom with poor Karen. That was very hot, husband of mine. No wonder you got me pregnant, you sure can make a woman orgasm."

I shook my head, "Indeed, I'm soaked. That was wonderful viewing. I hope Karen survives."

Lauren looked untroubled, "Almost makes we want to fuck a man. Almost."

John picked Karen up and carried her to the spare room upstairs, she was still limp, like a rag doll. He had used her up for the time being. In truth, all she needed to do was lie with her legs wide open for the next ten minutes, so it didn't really matter.

We amused Sam and pretended not to hear the gasps and grunts of pleasure from the upstairs room. The cry of ecstasy from John as he dumped his load into his lover was unmistakable. Karen was overflowing with sperm, again.

They didn't reappear for more than an hour so we can assume more than one sex act took place. When they arrived back Karen looked dazed, fucked and dazed. A bit like someone who is drunk but happy.

Nothing was said, we just sat around the dinner table eating the lovely meal Lauren had prepared.

I said, "You really are a very good cook Amazon. Is there anything you can't do?"

She stared at me, "Stop calling me Amazon, I don't deliver parcels.

Yes, I can't tolerate the same man for any length of time. You know that!"

We all laughed. Meal finished, Karen dreamily said goodnight. I was slightly worried about her driving home, she still looked disconnected after being spectacularly "sexed" but she got home OK.

I laughed as she drove away, "Now that, is a sexually satisfied woman."

Emma nodded, "It is. She looks like she's still orgasming. Hope she remembered to clean her pussy."

I hugged Emma, "It doesn't bother you seeing Karen after another massive fucking from your man, does it?"

She hugged into me, "Not in the slightest, I don't really understand why but I love that they enjoy sex together so much. It doesn't make me feel threatened or jealous. It actually troubled me more when he couldn't stop talking about how great you were. I eventually told him to shut up, I got jealous from both directions."

I kissed Emma sensitively, "I love you so much."

I spent the night with Emma while John slept in his own wet patch. Lauren sat up for hours designing a web site. Yes, the worlds smartest woman had taught herself web design. Obviously.

I called Karen when I got home, "Hey babe, you doing OK, you looked dreamy when you left?"

She sniggered, "Sorry about that but starting off being the star of a porn film wasn't my plan."

"You two really spark sexually don't you?"

"That's an understatement. Honestly Rachel, I like sex. I enjoy sex with Greig but John, excuse my language, blows my cunt apart. It's almost too much."

"I've had more sexual partners than you, honestly I can only remember a few people that's happened with. They do make you explode. It's totally different."

She signed, "They aren't perfect marriage partners are they, the intensity would be too much?"

"Yes, probably true. Just wanted to make sure you know. Emma is fine with it, she enjoys watching you two, enjoys that you have fun, so don't worry."

"That's nice to know. I've not admitted to Greig how often I fuck John, I don't think that's a good idea."

"No, better keep that to yourself, especially the "blowing your cunt apart" comment."

We chatted on a bit more, it was lovely to hear Karen so happy, free and animated.

CHAPTER 144 - OUR NEW HOUSE

We were moving in next week. The lower flat was finished, attic rooms were done, just the middle flat to complete. They looked incredible, better than expected. Some furniture had been moved in which just emphasised how large the completed flats were, they were gorgeous.

I was wandering around in a daze when Fred said hello.

"Fantastic isn't it?"

"Incredible Fred."

"Worth another flash?"

"No chance, you would get spunk on the carpet."

He laughed, "Fair point."

"The flats are fantastic though Fred, thanks for taking so much care. It's really appreciated."

"We like to do good work Rachel but these flats are maybe my all time favourite. It also helps you folks are such great clients, you really are."

We walked all round the three main blocks. Everything was perfect, I started to sniff.

Fred grabbed me in a big bear hug, "Congrats Rachel, you deserve this."

I dried my eyes and kissed him on the cheek.

"That'll keep me happy, kiss on the cheek from the worlds most gorgeous woman."

I reached under my skirt, hooked my panties down and off. I folded them into a ball and pushed them into his pocket. He looked stunned.

"Keep them hidden from your wife. They will be a bit wet because I've enjoyed looking round the house. If anyone asks I'll say you stole them."

Fred shook his head, "Sorry for doing this."

He took them out of his pocket and sniffed them.

I smiled, "I'm not very smelly down below, probably isn't much on them."

"Enough."

I held his hand in mine, glanced round then pushed it between my legs onto my vagina. I dipped my fingers in and wiped wetness on his hand. He stood back and stared at me. I lifted my skirt up and moved my legs apart, he stared at my pussy as he licked his fingers.

"If you need to. Go to the toilet and catch the cum in some paper."

He nodded.

I shook my head, "Oh come with me you silly, erect, man."

I held his dry hand and led him into the toilet. I pushed the door shut, unzipped him and pulled out his large, hard, penis. I stood to the side stroking him as he supported himself against the walls gasping. I wiped my hand several times on and around my wet pussy then started stroking faster. Fred didn't touch me, he just watched me, watched my hand on his cock, watched me wanking him.

He didn't last long before I felt his cock get slightly harder.

He groaned, "I'm going to cum. For you."

I speeded up to "cum speed". Fred tensed and cum spurted out of him. It splashed against the opposite wall and ran down. He gasped as two further spurts went slightly further, the wall was a mess, the pool of cum on the floor was pretty large.

All good, tiles and hard flooring. Easy to mop up.

I grabbed some toilet roll as Fred's softening cock dribbled cum onto my hand.

"That was incredible."

"Maybe best if it's our secret. I don't want to have a queue of every man who's worked on the house waiting for a hand job."

"Indeed. My lips are sealed. Do you want your panties back?"

"Up to you, keep them if you want."

"Too dangerous, my wife might catch me wanking into them."

He pulled them out of his pocket, kissed them, and handed them to me. I, unnecessarily, lifted my skirt up to my waist prior to putting the panties on. He slid to his knees and kissed me on my mound. I didn't give permission but moved my leg onto his shoulder. Fred pushed his face into me and licked into my vagina then forward over me. I let him do it three or four times then lifted myself off, bent down to kiss him and stroked his cheek.

"Bad boy. Thanks though, that was nice."

"Better than nice. I'm never brushing my teeth."

I slid my panties over my wet pussy. Needed to stop while I could. No fucking.

No sign of Scott so I left the new house to walk back to the old flat, the current marital bed. As I was walking along the street a car tooted, I glanced round, it was Scott with Eliza. They parked ahead and hoped out.

"Well hello you two."

"Have you been to the house?"

"Yes, Fred showed me round and hugged me when I got emotional. It's amazing Scott."

"It is, the basic building was great but the work has gone well. Have you gone in through your front door?"

"Actually no, I haven't."

"Come on, you'll love this."

We walked round to the back lane and up to the numbered gate. Scott pushed the gate open.

"It'll be locked with a magnetic lock, don't worry."

As we walked along the even walkway the garden and the house fell away from us, it was a wonderful way of getting to the upper floor. You could see over the entire block and were level with the smaller trees in one area before it curved round to the gorgeous front door. I turned and looked back, the south of the city spread out in front of us, it was a fantastic view.

I burst into tears.

Scott and Eliza hugged me, Eliza pulled a tissue out and gave it to me.

"I don't deserve this, it's too good."

Scott laughed, "It's the best house conversion I've ever done, we all feel the same. It's such a fantastic design. You got lucky but you had the vision to create this. It's perfect."

"Thanks Scott, thanks for everything."

"No thanks needed. I've been involved in a fantastic project and fallen in love with two women."

Eliza said, "You love me?"

"Yes I do, in fact will you marry me?"

She put her hand up to her mouth.

I just stared, "Did you just decide to say that on a whim Scott, poor girl."

Eliza hugged us both, "Oui, je le veux."

I laughed, "It started with Oui, so sounds like you're engaged Scott."

Eliza nodded, "You are, I want a ring. Today."

I smiled, "Congratulations both of you. I'm so happy."

We bounced into the house and bounded around like happy teenagers. Fred came up to see what the fuss was about and joined in for a minute before going back to work.

I gave Scott and Eliza Rhonda's card then called her to tell her I was sending them to her that weekend. Another ring. Perhaps babies.

I then called the gang of three and broke the news.

Lauren typically practical, "Great but does that mean we lose a nude model?"

I laughed, "I'm not talking about nude modelling today."

Eliza shouted, "I'm still doing it, I want to be painted being fucked by my fiancée in several positions. I'm French, I don't care who sees me naked in a picture."

Scott shook his head, "Oh boy."

I laughed, "All good, Scott wants to model as well."

He held out his hands in a "what" gesture.

"You two are part of the gang now Scott. We're unconventional."

The ring was purchased that weekend, another marriage upcoming.

Life is wonderful.

CHAPTER 145 - MOVES AND KIDS

I decided quite quickly I hated moving house. It's a massive pain in the arse, so much work. To make matters worse darling husband couldn't get home from work until the second day. So I had to organise packing and uplifting. Following day he would arrive around 11 to help with the delivery and unpacking. They weren't able to fit delivery in the same day so I was homeless for an evening.

I accepted Stans offer of a bed for the night. As I arrived Stan and Lorna appeared. Lorna was walking using a frame but very slowly. It was easier if she used the chair but she had to exercise.

I hugged them both, extra special one for Lorna, "You look so well, much stronger."

"I am, the new drugs are working. I feel alert and I'm getting a bit stronger."

Stan asked, "How's the move."

I looked skyward, "Hell. Worse because dope husband is still away."

Stan smiled, "He works hard that lad, you got a good man."

"He's a pain in the arse Stan, he doesn't look after me."

Lorna laughed, "Yes, you really need looked after."

We talked for hours about business and the flats. They were like parents to me now. I gave large copies of the wedding pics to them. I noticed they were alongside the kids in the living room.

Stan eventually said, "Rachel, we want you to accept something from us."

"Oh, what?"

"We want to give you the properties. The converted flats and the studio. I want you to have the top three floors and Karen the bottom two. For now I want to give Lauren and Emma the title to the country studio.

It's not balanced, the flats are worth more than the studio and we haven't done enough for Emma and Lauren. For that reason we want to just give them an equivalent amount of money."

I stared at them, "Stan, I don't really understand. Why would you do this?"

Lorna answered, "We admire the four of you. It's really impressive how you push doors down, you can do anything. Four driven young women that just go and get what they want."

Stan added, "You're all like family now. We see Karen and Lauren all the time. Emma calls to keep up. You mean a lot to us, a hell of a lot."

I held their hands, "I'm not going to argue about this. All I'll say is that we won't waste what you've given us. It'll be used properly to build our families and our business. It's an amazing gesture. I'm honoured so won't disrespect you by arguing. If you have decided, I'll happily accept. How could I not?"

Stan held both my hands, "We love you all but we see Karen and Emma as the glue. You and Lauren are the driving force, the two of you are a formidable team. There's nothing you can't do."

"There's nothing Lauren can't do."

"She depends on you, whatever idea she has the first comment is "I'll talk to Rachel", she sees in you what you see in her. You are the public face, she's the fixer."

Lorna added, "You both need the stability and love of Karen and Emma."

I nodded, "I think that's right, you've summed it up well but you've underestimated Lauren, she's the genius. I've never met anyone like her."

We hugged again.

"Thanks you two, we will make you proud."

Lorna laughed, "You've already done that."

After Lorna had gone to bed I asked Stan, "Do you ever regret how we first met?"

Stan smiled, "No, never. You kept me sane at the worst of times. I've got Lorna back but the bad times were, really bad. I was crushed by it. You helped a hell of a lot. It was an incredible kindness."

"I don't either. It seems fate had a plan."

I kissed Stan on the lips for the first time in a long time then hugged him.

I said, "I hope I know you two for a long, long, time. I depend on you."

"We love you Rachel, more than you realise."

"Right, going to bed. Got to be at the house early because my husband is a hard working, hopeless, git."

I arrived seconds before the movers arrived. Lordy.

Just at that point a saviour arrived.

Lauren breezed in, "Hear you could use some help."

The blonde genius made it all look so simple. She guided workmen, movers and plumbers with an air of calm authority. It helped that they all stared at her in silence then did exactly what she asked them to. I did my bit but she was in command, a genius, as usual.

Ryan barged in, "Right, what do I need to do? Oh hi Lauren."

She fixed him with a stare, "Don't hi Lauren me. You leave your wife to organise the move with only the friend you fucked and got pregnant to help. What kind of man does that?"

"Lauren, keep your voice down."

I was pissing myself laughing, "You are going to get such a hard time. I hope you enjoyed the night of the fertilisation because there's a price to pay. This is magic."

"I just don't think it's fair."

Lauren smiled, "It isn't, but it's good fun.

Tell you what, if you behave and we get all the stuff organised by tonight we'll treat you to a threesome in your new bed. Give you a chance to revisit the scene of the crime, that violated, unmarried, vagina. Will that cheer you up?"

"But I'm married now."

Lauren looked at me, "I think when his gorgeous, horny, brunette wife is lying on one side, naked, playing with his balls as her gorgeous, naked, blonde friend is sucking his cock from the other side he will cheer up."

I nodded, "We will find out later. Now Ryan, keep boners under control until this is finished. I see a cock pushing out. Too early. Work to be done."

Lauren stroked his erection, "There's a lull in proceedings. Why Not fuck your husband upstairs to keep him focused on the work. I'm sure it won't take long Rachel."

I stayed expressionless, "Oh OK, it's a wife's duty. Come on Ryan, let's get those balls emptied till the threesome. Come on, quick now. Just cum inside me, my panties will absorb the goo."

Lauren smiled, "That's the spirit. Can I have the sperm tonight?"

I nodded, "Sure, all yours."

Poor guy. I hauled my leggings and panties down, he launched into me and banged me like a dog in heat. I smiled as he pumped his cock in and out, it was sweet how his desire just became too much, he had to cum. His cock was pumping sperm into my pussy within three minutes. I didn't need to cum so I just mopped up and got dressed as he lay with his spent cock flopping on his leg.

"Lauren was right, you really needed that. You are one of those guys who is away all week and has to stick his cock in his wife as soon as he gets home. You're just lucky, your wife always wants to fuck you. She even has friends who like to fuck and will help."

"I know exactly how lucky I am."

He pulled me to him and kissed me lovingly. I slid down and licked his cock clean then took it in my mouth and sucked out the remaining cum. I slid my mouth off and kissed his cock.

"See you later for more fun."

The rest of the day went well. With three of us working the rooms looked good by about 5pm. We were moving from a two bed flat into a four bed flat but it didn't look empty. In truth it looked great, I couldn't have been a happier, luckier young woman.

We popped down to see the Morton's. It was more or less done. Their new home looked great. The two boys were lounging in their huge new rooms and the Pixies were finishing up in their kitchen.

"You happy, little people?"

Karen jogged over and grabbed Lauren and I in a huge hug.

"I've died and gone to heaven, I love this place, it's incredible."

I laughed, "It's pretty good isn't it. Give us a tour?"

We wandered round the Morton's then up to our flat then popped up to the attic apartment. It wasn't quite complete but the views were amazing. If you looked south the view of the city was incredible.

Lauren said, "That's fabulous, I'm going to be here a lot."

She wandered off to the main bedroom, there were two.

"This bed is enormous."

I said, "Yes, it's a super king. Big enough for parties. My one perverted choice."

We finished the tour, the Morton's went to control kids. Lauren decide to use the top flat, Ryan and I showered. When we clambered out the shower we wrapped ourselves in robes.

Lauren shouted, "Could you two pop up for a second."

We skipped up the stairs and found Lauren in the kitchen. She was warming some pre prepared meals.

"This will take about an hour to finish cooking."

She dropped her robe to the ground and stared at us naked.

"Come on, let's use the huge bed for some group fucking."

Ryan and I pulled off our robes and followed Lauren into the bedroom. Us ladies kneeled on the edge of the bed and lay down looking at each other. Our asses and pussies were available to Ryan.

Lauren said, "Let's play sperm roulette. Ryan, ten pumps in each cunt then switch to the other one. No cheating, let's see who gets the cum."

Ryan said, "It's only polite if I start with Rachel."

I laughed, "Don't be silly, I know you want to be inside Lauren, enter her first."

He didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself and pushed in. He counted down, ten nine eight.

"Oh shit, this isn't going to last long."

He switched to me, ten nine, oh fuck. He managed it. Groaned as he pulled out and switched to Lauren.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Lauren gasped as Ryan spurted his cum into her. I sat back and watched his lovely balls and cock tense as he emptied his cream into my friend. As he pulled out I held my hand under his cock and caught the spillage. He collapsed on the bed, spent. I licked the spillage off my hand then moved behind Lauren licking into her vagina. She pushed Ryan's sperm out onto my tongue and into my mouth. I swallowed it down hungrily.

"That's just delicious. Ryan's sperm out of Lauren's cunt. Wish we could market it."

"Do you have any left, can I try some?"

I sucked and licked some out, crawled up the bed then passed it to Lauren as I kissed her. She swilled it around her mouth then swallowed.

"That is quite nice isn't it."

Ryan laughed, "I'm in heaven, it's official. You two are dynamite together."

I crawled on top of my man. My legs wide open as I straddled him.

"Let's have another round of sperm roulette later. That was fun."

Lauren reached down, pulled Ryan's nearly hard cock out from between us and positioned it at the entrance to my pussy.

"Keep that warm in your cunt while I finish dinner, now your sex perv husband has finished using me."

I pushed down taking Ryan into me.

He said, "Please stop Lauren."

She sniggered, "That's not what you said when you were filling me with your unfaithful spunk a few minutes ago. Into the body you've already violated and impregnated.

You animal."

I laughed, "Give up. She's going to torture you."

"It does sound a bit sick doesn't it?"

Lauren kissed him, "It's fantastic, I can't wait to have our child. It'll be perfect."

I hugged them both, "It will, won't be long before you have another one with me honey."

Lauren said, "This house is perfect for me. If I want a cock I have two available. Pussy, also two.

Right, dinner."

She wandered off. I wriggled my man further inside me.

"Are you OK with the sexual freedom?"

"I'm adjusting. It's wonderful to be able to have sex with two women but a bit strange. Still feels wrong."

"It isn't. I honestly don't mind you having sex with Lauren, Emma and Karen. It isn't cheating so don't worry. You won't be asked by Emma or Karen often but if they do, feel free."

"Will you have sex with the men?"

"Maybe, but it won't be a regular thing. I have had sex with Greig a number of times but only once with John. I don't get the same buzz as I do with you. I'm more exclusive than you, probably."

"I love you. I want to make you pregnant Rachel."

"I know, you will. We will. Just not yet, give me a bit of time, things to do first. I want to have three or four kids quite quickly so need to be ready to be a baby making machine for five or six years. I need to be pregnant for three years, it's not insignificant. Lots of fat belly's and puking."

"Can't wait."

We rolled over into a comfortable embrace and kissed, lovingly, like husband and wife. In fairness he was still inside me, but that's a small detail."

CHAPTER 146 - BABY AND WEBSITES

Emma popped out a, mini me, little lady called Calista but shortened to Cali. Despite talk of husbands Emma and John didn't ever get married so the kids took Emma's surname, Sherringham. So we now had four year old Sam and little Cali Sherringham to bring up. Magic.

Emma was back home the next day with the wee one so we all descended. Emma looked radiant, beautiful and doting. Cali was gorgeous. Only six pounds, dark hair and an elegance no baby should have. I loved her immediately.

I smiled, "She's so beautiful Ems."

"She is rather. I'm quite pleased with myself."

Lauren and Karen were besotted, they wouldn't leave her alone. Stan arrived with Lorna, Lorna managed to pry Cali away from Karen so Sam jumped into her lap. Ryan Greig and John looked terrified as men are round tiny babies.

It was glorious. A wonderful occasion!

I patted Lauren's tummy. "Aren't you supposed to be getting chubby?"

"It'll happen, at least I'm not feeling half dead every morning thanks to the tablets."

Lorna had tried to pry the name of the lucky Dad out of Lauren but no dice. Lauren was the only parent the child would have and that's how she wanted to live life. No one argues with Lauren for long so the subject soon died. Maybe best Lorna didn't know, it would confuse her.

Yes Lorna, I watched as my fiancée filled Lauren with cum, twice, knowing she wasn't on birth control. Explain that to a normal person!

We wanted to give Emma room to breathe so didn't stay long. Lauren arranged to come to the new attic flat the following day to talk me through the Escort webpage. She had done most of it and run it past a third party specialist company who checked it and gave the thumbs up.

The conversion of the upper floor of the gallery had started and the existing one would be converted into a studio immediately after. Lisa had been very specific, she wanted us to her it right. Most of the creativity would take place there so it made sense.

We now had just short of 100 models on our books. 80/20 women to men. The male features weren't as popular. Couples were most popular, specifically those including sexy acts or hinting at them. The single most popular models were, drum roll, Lauren and I. Eliza was catching up fast. She was very uninhibited, nothing was off limits, but she managed to maintain a class and elegance. Hard to do when you are often pictured with a cock in your mouth or pussy. Scott had been busy, Lisa now had eight works of Scott and Eliza having sex. Impressive!

We hadn't talked about the Escort site much but Jessica wanted to sign up. She always wanted to have sex for money, it was a kink. She was beautiful so unless the background checks turned up a secret we had one Escort ready to start work.

We intended to do professional photo shoots in underwear, possibly nipples and a flash of what's contained in the panties but nothing too revealing. We didn't want to trigger age checks just by logging on to the site. People are still reluctant to do that, give a photo of your passport to a web site! Brave decision!

We would then do short bios for each Escort and a build up a Q&A for each person and add feedback as they started to work.

Clients would be asked for a £500 joining fee and to speak to a representative to give details that would be checked. Some would refuse, that's OK. The reputation had to be built first. We hoped that the information protection designed in would settle nerves but online is a snake pit, trust has to be earned.

The target was 50 high class girls and 5 men. Booking would all be in hotels, minimum of two hours and £700. Each additional hour would be £200. Each girl would provide the client with a list of dos and don'ts. It would be up to the Escort but a very long list of prohibited acts would be questioned. Clients pay a lot of money after all.

We had researched all major cities in the UK and come up with a target list of preferred hotels. We wanted somewhere discrete without too much fussing at the front desk. London was tricky, we might have to look at city centre and airports but other than that we had a pretty good plan.

Next big event was Mel and Aaron's little boy arriving. He was a large baby, over ten kinds. Poor Mel was beaten up after the birth but a happy mother. They decided to call him Stan which I thought was nice. It was directly related to all the help Stan had provided but it was a nod in the right direction. I made a mental note to check out the little lads equipment to see if his fathers gift had been passed down.

CHAPTER 147 - I GET USED

My husband was constantly called away to sites so despite being newly wed and in a glorious new home I spent a lot of time alone. I didn't really mind, life was hectic so some down time was fine.

We had a couple of small issues with the flat so I called Scott and he agreed to pop round to take a look. I was alone in the flat when he arrived so just left him to it and carried on working siting on the settee with my laptop on my lap. I was dressed in black leggings and a white loose fitting T-shirt.

Scott popped his head round the door, "Waste pipe fixed and I know what wrong with the bathroom fan but need to get a part. I'll pop back tomorrow to fit it."

"Great, thanks Scott."

"You look incredible Rachel, you're so sexy."

Scott walked across to me, bent and kissed me. I tried not to respond, I was married and he was engaged.

"Scott, take it easy. We don't do this anymore."

He pulled me toward him and kissed me again, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He rubbed his hands down my arms then up and into my breasts grasping and grabbing at them.

"Scott, don't, I'm not yours any more."

Scott pulled his erection out of his trousers and pushed it toward my mouth. It rubbed against my lips. I was slightly confused, I wanted to stop this but had never sent "stop" signals to him. I had said no but he was ignoring me, that became a big issue but I could never accuse Scott of rape.

He kept pushing his cock against my lips, "Please, just one more time, just once."

I pulled away and looked up at him. "Stop bashing my lips with your cock Scott. If I decide to do this it's not because you force me to. Calm down."

He stepped back but held his raging erection in his hand. He started to slowly masturbate.

"Why do you need me, you have a lovely fiancé, go home and fuck her."

"She's not you, I can never find anyone like you. Please, I'm begging you, please. Let me fuck you. I want to cum in you."

"And then what, next time you do the same?"

"No, I won't, I just need this experience and I can deal with it. I constantly dream about fucking you."

"Can you or will you just dream again and rape me next time?"

Scott looked shocked, "Rape, I could never do that. I love you."

"If I say no and you make me suck your cock, what's that?"

"Rachel, don't say that, please don't say that."

"Scott, I don't think if you fuck me now it will help, it'll go on. It's not going to cure anything."

"I love you so much, just so much. I had no idea what you meant to me till I saw you just now. My desire just jumped off the scale."

"Scott I care about you, I loved what we did before but it has to stop for both of us. We need to focus on Ryan and Eliza."

Scott pulled his trousers down. His raging erection stood out. He grabbed it in his hand and pulled the foreskin back fully then forward, then back fully. He was gasping as he bent his legs slightly, his desire had completely overcome him, he wasn't thinking straight. I hated seeing him like this. It was humiliating for him.

I stood up, moved to him and stopped his hand, "Scott, no, don't. Stop that."

He stared at me, he looked in pain. Physical pain. It hurt me to see him that way.

I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately. I felt him gasp in my mouth as our tongues touched. I didn't stop him as he grasped my breasts over my bra. I didn't prevent him from pulling my leggings and panties off. I pulled my T-shirt over my head as he pulled me to the floor pushed my legs apart and kissed my vagina. He licked into my hole then forward over my clit. I didn't want to do it, I didn't want him to fuck me, but I knew it was going to happen, I just accepted I had to do it for him.

Scott moved between my legs positioned himself and pushed into me. He kissed me again, I kissed back but felt slightly disconnected. I checked myself, if I was going to do this for him I should do it properly.

I wrapped my legs round him and pulled him inside, "Come on then Scott, fuck me, take me one more time."

Scott cried as if in pain and thumped into me. He fucked me hard and desperately. His cock was so hard it was slightly uncomfortable as he punched it into me again and again. I enjoyed it but only physically, not emotionally. Scott fucked me intensely, banging into my body as he sought relief from his uncontrolled, irrational, need to fuck this woman under him.

As his frantic pumping neared an obvious end I braced myself. He gasped and surged into me. I felt his hot semen gush from him into me, it was a sensation I loved but it felt different. Just a sensation, just physical, not emotional. It wasn't a thrill.

I knew at that moment I was OK. I had changed, I had overcome the constant need. I would always want sex but not unconditionally. I loved sex with Scott but the spark was gone.

Scott pulled out of me, the semen streamed out of me. I wiped it up with my panties then used tissues to clean up properly. Through all of this Scott stared at me lovingly. His erection didn't subside, his erect penis dripped cum onto the floor. His shaft was coated with a combination of my pussy juices and his cum. He was hard enough to go again if I had asked him.

Scott shook his head, "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, I lost my mind."

I stroked his hair, "It's OK but it's over now. We don't do this any more. That's final Scott, we have partners we need to respect. Just let this be the end, I don't want to stop being your friend but will have to if you can't move on. I'm not going to have sex with you again."

"I can, I will. This is it Rachel."

We tidied ourselves up. I made us coffee and we chatted. By the time he left I had the real Scott with me, he was embarrassed by what he had done. I knew it would never happen again. It was over and it had proved I was a changed woman.

CHAPTER 148 - CONCLUSION

We have reached the point where we started. I'm married, Emma has two kids, Karen lives near me with her family, Lauren now has a little girl. Scott and Eliza are soon to be married.

The art business is rocking, the Escort agency is a huge success. The Gang of Four never have money worries nowadays.

Most things worked out.

I don't have the same cravings although as you discovered in the first story they were triggered and I fucked my project manager.

To explain the project. I did that role as a favour to Stan, enjoyed it and stuck around long enough to fuck John, the project manager. The first new cock since I got married.

There had to be one casualty. It was Greig and Karen.

Greig arrived home early one Tuesday afternoon and walked in on Karen with John's cock in her throat. They didn't notice him so he was treated to Karen sucking John nearly to orgasm but pushing him down and into her gasping.

"In me, I want you to cum inside me."

After he was treated to the sight of Johns pulsing balls filling up his wife he announced his presence and the marriage ended. Pretty much.

Greig moved out and now has a new partner. We still see him but less and less often. When he pops round he takes the boys out but rarely says hello.

Karen lives with the boys, so far Emma and John are still together but they are drifting apart. Karen and John are effectively in a relationship, it was always the dangerous situation. John is slightly broken, he adores Emma but he realises he doesn't feature in her future. She's calm about things and in love with me. John will maybe end up with Karen but in reality he will probably drift between two women who don't really want him full time.

Lauren almost lives in the attic flat with Esme, her gorgeous little girl. She's still the hidden dynamo within the business, she's in the middle of everything and it generally, works. Lauren is really like a sister nowadays, I talk to her about everything, I depend on her.

When Emma comes to stay she sleeps with me, or if a Ryan is home, in the spare room. Sam always bunks with Karen's lads and Cali is in the small room. She's utterly beautiful, so like her Mum. Emma and I are partners in most senses, we love each other. Karen has drifted to the side, her relationship with John damaged our feelings. Nowadays we are best friends but the deeper feelings have ebbed. It feels as if Karen has drifted into a situation where she prefers to stay single.

My marriage with Ryan is working well, we stay calm, cool and collected. I'm effectively married to two people. Ryan And Emma cope with the situation well. Ryan is a good man, he judges situations well and trusts me. For the most part I feel worthy of the trust.

Stan and Lorna are great, like the parents I no longer have. Lorna is deteriorating physically but it's slow. Her mind is sharp and she loves all the kids. They are very close to all four girls but have taken Karen under their wing as her marriage unfolded.

Aaron and Mel moved to an island home on Arran. They have a little cottage, Aaron runs a cafe/bar and is loving domestic life.

Trevor is out of prison, works for Stan and is doing well. The other two also did well with the education programme. One builds apps for an online radio station. One, tragically, only survived two years, he was killed in a car accident. He was the one who ran off to find help when I was attacked. Sad times.

Trevor is a success story. He totally transformed himself and is now on Stans most trusted list. He's a lovely guy who only annoys me when he apologises every time he sees me. Long time ago, apology accepted. Stop saying it. Please!

I still see Euan regularly but we haven't had sex since I got married. We've never discussed it, just moved past that stage I suppose. He is a key part of Stans organisation and loving life.

I still love sex and I'll fall victim to my desires sometimes but I love my man and try not to hurt him.

Thanks for getting to the end, or back to where we started.