“Okay, wedding rings next. We were married yesterday.” This was easier; Jennie loved the first one she was shown—a band that surrounded her solitaire on all sides with a circular ring of smaller diamonds totaling three carats. My matching ring was a simple band of gold with three small matching diamonds. We put them on immediately. I could see the love in Jennie’s eyes when she looked up at me, but I wasn’t done yet.
“Earrings next; let’s see what you have. I want to see some posts and some bangles; some gold and some with gemstones.” Jennie bought ten sets of earrings, some with diamonds and other gemstones and others in fourteen karat gold. I loved the one-karat diamond studs. She wore them when we left the store, but kept the ratty posts she had worn since the day we met. “They were a gift from my father…my real father before he died.” Martin had them cleaned and placed them in a Harry Winston box along with our purchases.
I also bought her three necklaces and three diamond and gold bracelets. They all looked wonderful on Jennie. The final tally was more than $300,000. Martin phoned Vanguard and gave them the agreed on code that I provided—sixteen alphanumeric characters. The funds were transferred from my account in a second and confirmed by their bank in less than a minute. Martin offered a guard to accompany us to our room and we gratefully accepted even though we had our own guard in Lady.
Jennie took me to bed when we returned to the room, claiming that we needed a “nap.” Some nap—I thought a nap meant sleep! Trust me; we didn’t sleep, not even a little, but I never complained…not even once. She rubbed that delectable body over mine, pushing her nipples into my mouth as her hands sought my cock and ball sac. Moving down, she kissed my head, ears, face, and finally—my mouth. Her tongue teased me, darting in and out of my mouth as it wrestled with mine.
She pulled back, but just long enough to tell me, ”I love you, Doug and I always will. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t imagine a better man or a better husband.” Then, as if to prove her point, she wrapped her hot tight canal around me and slowly eased herself down my pole.
Making love with Jennie was never dull or boring. She rode me today with an even stronger sense of determination than ever. I looked down to see her clit grinding into me. Her legs, stretched at 180 degrees, forced her nubbin from its hood. It was engorged—red and swollen—in her ardor. Jennie’s actions showed how much she wanted to cum and, of course, she was having an incredible effect on me, too.
My hands on her hips could feel the tiny tremors coursing through her body, growing in intensity with every mutual thrust. After almost fifteen minutes her motions became irregular, frenetic, and uncontrolled. She was thrashing wildly when it finally hit. I was sure she was going to scream as she often did when we were in our bed at home, but she moved down to clamp her lips into mine at the last second. My mouth swallowed her unfettered roar as well as her unfettered passion. Her actions triggered my reaction. I came as hard as she did, lifting her bodily with my thrusts five times until I collapsed onto the sheets, Jennie’s body compressed onto mine.
We lay there for several minutes recovering from the stresses we had put our bodies through. I lightly ran my hands over her silken skin, absolutely amazed that this wonderful creature actually loved me—that she had so willingly agreed to be my bride and share my life.
Jennie slowly raised her head and spoke, “Doug, do you remember when you gave me that two million dollars?”
“Of course, you needed that credit to help establish your identity and, if you hadn’t married me you would have had to pay taxes on it. See how lucky you are.” I couldn’t resist a brief chuckle.
“Well, I’ve been thinking. I need to give that back to you. Also, I think I should sign some kind of agreement that I wouldn’t get any of your money if we ever divorced.”
I looked up, an expression of shock on my face. “You’re thinking of divorcing me?”
“Oh no, I’m so sorry. I’m never going to do anything like that. I love you more than I love my own life. I just don’t want you to think I married you for your money. I survived when I was broke before and I could do it again if I had to.”
“Thank you for both offers, but my answers are ‘NO’ and ‘NO.’ I told you that I had more than a hundred million, but that was a white lie. Well, maybe not a lie, but not the whole truth either. When representatives of the brokerage firm approached me they first offered me five hundred million. I learned a long time ago to never accept a first offer. I told them I’d probably make that much in my first two years if I sold the program for five hundred dollars a pop. Overall, I planned on ten million sales internationally over a five year span. After that they’d peter out to maybe 100,000 a year.
Using those figures and what I knew about their projected commissions I managed to bump them up to one point five billion. That’s what I sold the company for. After taxes I still had roughly 800 million. I’ll go over my investments with you when we get home again. Keep the two million for pocket money.”
“Two million? Pocket money? Damn Doug, you’re incredible; no wonder I love you so much.” She didn’t kiss me then, but she did snuggle up really closely to my body then she laid her head on my chest and fell asleep. I remained awake, but just barely, until it was time to shower and dress for dinner.
“What should I wear?” I could tell that Jennie was nervous so I kissed her before replying.
“I’m wearing my navy blue golf shirt—the one with the thin white horizontal stripes and my tan microfiber slacks with my cordovan loafers—what they call smart casual dress. Of course, nobody will even notice me, not with you there.” She decided on a teal silk top that buttoned all the way to her neck, but was sleeveless, with tan linen slacks and matching flats. She added her diamond pendant. It was simple, but elegant. We took Lady down with us in the elevator and across to the park where she urinated onto the lawn. Then we crossed Central Park South and strolled down Fifth Avenue before turning right onto 58th Street West. From there it was a short walk down the block to Quality Meats.
I’d eaten there before and the food was great although expensive, but we were in Manhattan where everything was expensive. A simple room at the Plaza would set you back more than $500 a night. We walked in just in time for the reservation the concierge had made for us. Not a single comment was made about my service dog. After ordering drinks we agreed on the shrimp cocktail and tomato salads before ordering the porterhouse for two, medium rare. For sides we had the roasted crispy potatoes and grilled mushrooms. I was stuffed by the time we finished, but Jennie wanted to try the warm apple tart. Where did this woman put all this food?
We walked back to the Plaza, Jennie taking my arm. We were approached by a panhandler about halfway back. Lady was automatically on alert, but he passed us by with a “thanks” when I slipped him a twenty. He’d probably drink himself into a stupor, but I’d demonstrated my kindness. Maybe it would even help…maybe.
Jennie and I flopped into the big bed, naked as always. “We need to go to sleep, my darling. You have another big day ahead of you.”
“Me? What about you, Doug?”
“I have an important meeting to attend. Remember the phone call I made on the plane? I’ll be tied up for a few hours, but I’m sending you shopping—clothes this time.”
“But…I have no idea where to go.”
“I know so I’ve arranged a little surprise for you. You can take Lady with you. Just trust me. You’re going to have a wonderful time.” I kissed her again as we pulled the blanket over us. She made herself comfortable, her head on my chest and her leg over my thigh. I whispered, “Good night, my love,” but Jennie was already asleep.
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