A New Life Pt. 01

A New Life

An Erotic Romance Novella in Two Parts

by Alex Barton

In loving memory of my dearest friend, RM Dexter.

Part One

Jack

All was well in Jack Sommersby’s world. In fact, it was more than well; it was close to orgasmic as he lay back on a sun-lounger by the side of his swimming pool, the late afternoon sun of the French Riviera warm on his naked body. Lying between his muscular thighs was a beautiful 18-year-old Moroccan boy named Zidi, his fist sliding slowly up and down the engorged thickness of Jack’s cock which jutted up like an iron bar from the mass of black curls at his groin. Zidi’s fingers were smeared with baby oil and he masturbated Jack with a practiced skill, knowing exactly when to slather the mix of oil and semen seeping from the tip of Jack’s prick along the swollen shaft, and when to close his fingers tightly round the taut glans, cutting off Jack’s climax and prolonging his pleasure at the same time.

In the pool Jack’s daughter 19-year-old Nicole, who had arrived from England the day before, was swimming naked with Zidi’s older brother, Rafiq, a handsome Moroccan in his early twenties who had knocked on the door the day Jack took possession of the house and offered to tend the olive trees in the adjoining grove. Knowing nothing of cultivation but keen to see the crop flourish as a source of income, Jack had accepted the offer eagerly and Rafiq had been helping him, as a paid gardener, handyman and interpreter, ever since, always calling him ‘Mr. Jack’ as a courtesy.

Jack was amused to see Rafiq was instantly attracted to Nicole and she in turn had quickly succumbed to Rafiq’s charm as Jack found out when he went to relieve himself after the journey from the airport. As he did so, he saw through the open window that Rafiq already had Nicole pinned against the car door, her denim jacket unbuttoned so that he could suckle her nipples, a hand thrust into the open zip of her jeans. From the ecstatic expression on Nicole’s face it was obvious Rafiq was masturbating her and Jack wasn’t surprised when, after lunch, as he settled down for an afternoon siesta on the couch in his studio, he heard the loud cries and moans of Nicole in the throes of sexual pleasure coming from the open window of her bedroom. Jack had no objection to Rafiq fucking Nicole: he owed the Moroccan a great debt when it came to pleasurable experiences.

Now, as Rafiq and Nicole played in the pool and Zidi sucked him off, Jack watched as time and again his daughter slipped away from Rafiq’s grasp, her big, heavy breasts buoyed up by the water, her long blonde hair snaking out behind her as she dived. The plump lips of her pussy opened as she scissored her legs in graceful strokes, swimming underwater between Rafiq’s legs, her playful fingers stroking his prick, her mouth repeatedly closing over the tip and then darting away. Jack could see a sly smile on the Moroccan man’s lips and knew it was only a matter of moments before he lifted Nicole out of the pool and subjected her to a ferocious fucking that would end, as it had the previous afternoon, with Rafiq’s massive prick buried to the hilt between the silky cheeks of his daughter’s backside, filling her bowels to overflowing with the contents of his inexhaustible balls.

The thought made Jack’s cock throb and he let out a soft groan, a signal to Zidi to close his lips round the tip of Jack’s quivering penis. Thick spurts of semen filled the boy’s mouth and Jack watched with delight as Zidi swallowed greedily, this time using his fingers to pump the pulsing shaft, milking Jack’s overfull sacs until they were drained.

Relaxing in the afterglow of his orgasm, Jack couldn’t help thinking back to a time not too long ago when he would not have believed such pleasure was possible, let alone be his to enjoy whenever he wanted…

*

“I’m sorry Jack but downsizing is a fact of business life,” said the newspaper’s Director of Personnel, tapping a pencil against his blotting pad, a gesture that irritated Jack intensely. “You know our decision isn’t personal.”

“It’s personal when it’s me that’s being downsized,” Jack said, struggling to keep the bitterness from his voice. “Can I ask why it’s me you’ve decided to let go?”

“The commonest criteria, Jack. You’ve been with the company the shortest time -”

Jack cut in, “Is it alright if I point out I’m the oldest in my department so least likely to find a new job, my wife died three months ago, and I have a teenage daughter to bring up?”

“Which is why we’re giving you a substantial severance package to give you time to find a new job,” the director said smoothly, handing Jack a sealed white envelope. “The details are in here.”

Being handed the envelope made further argument futile and Jack felt his spirits plummet as a sense of hopelessness settled over him. As a newspaper photographer who moonlighted at the weekends taking wedding pictures, what else was he going to do? Move into wedding photography full time? If he did, would he and Nicole be able to manage financially? For how long…?

But all Jack felt able to say was, “When does this take effect?”

“We’d prefer you didn’t go back to your office,” the director said, having the grace to look embarrassed by the callousness of his action. “It adversely affects the morale of continuing employees and of course – ”

“You wouldn’t want me helping myself to company supplies or leaving something nasty on my computer’s hard drive. Okay, fine.”

Jack decided not to wait for the insincere denial the personnel director would give that he would never suspect a senior employee of doing something like that, and he stood up and left the office with as much dignity as he could muster.

Driving home, Jack couldn’t remember the last time he was free in the middle of the afternoon and he wondered what to do to fill in the time until Nicole finished school for the day so he could break the bad news to her. Maybe she wouldn’t react too badly, he thought; she had a habit of bolstering him up when life took a downturn and she had been a tower of strength when her mother had passed away after a long illness. Jack was not a particularly religious man but he still offered up a prayer his wife Angela was not around to worry about his having just been let go.

He considered making himself a drink and decided he had to keep a clear head so he could be positive with Nicole about their future prospects. He opened the envelope and found a check for three months’ salary, the legal minimum. After that, he and Nicole were on their own and Jack’s savings had been decimated by the costs of looking after Angela for the long months of her illness.

“Fuck!” shouted Jack, tears of frustration and anger springing to his eyes. “Bloody, bloody fuck!” he shouted even louder and then decided he would run a bath: a long, hot soak might do something to relieve the fury he felt at the injustice of having his career put in jeopardy when he was only in his mid-forties.

The bath felt good and Jack closed his eyes and relaxed, thinking about the various options open to him. Slowly the worry ebbed and his natural optimism surfaced. He and Angela had been through some pretty bad times, as all couples did, but they’d managed to keep going, at least until Angela became ill and even then her passing was mercifully quick. Easier in his mind, Jack sat up, rinsed himself off and reached for his razor. A heavy mat of black hair covered much of his muscular body but he loved to keep his balls and scrotum shaved smooth, increasing the sensitivity of his genitals when he made love or masturbated. He was just finishing when he heard the front door close and Nicole’s voice call out, “Dad?”

“In the bathroom,” he shouted back.

His daughter appeared and smiled with pleasure to see him, bending over the edge of the bath to kiss his cheek.

“You’re not usually home at this time,” she said, pulling up the hem of her school skirt so that she could sit on the toilet and pee, spreading her legs wide so he could watch.

Jack knew there would be people who would condemn the way he and Angela had brought Nicole not to be inhibited in front of him. He noted with delight his daughter was not wearing panties and that the short, pleated skirt she wore to school barely covered the cheeks of her ass. Her big heavy breasts strained against her white cotton blouse and threatened to overflow the lacy bra she had to wear for modesty’s sake that was clearly visible through the thin material.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Jack said as he stood up in the bath and reached for the towel Nicole held out for him. “A problem with my job.”

While he toweled himself dry, Jack briefly explained what had happened. As he did so, he made an effort to reassure Nicole whose reaction was typical of a teenage girl: a refusal to worry and a blind faith her dad would manage to sort everything out. As she left the bathroom Jack called out, “Are you going out tonight?”

“I was, Daddy. Is that all right?”

“Of course, darling,” Jack said.

In his bedroom, he pulled on jeans and a t-shirt and made his way to the kitchen to make a coffee and scan the want ads in the paper. Nicole appeared ten minutes later wearing jeans that were so tight they looked like they’d been sprayed on and a halter neck T-shirt that left much of her creamy breasts bare. She was wearing light makeup that emphasized her high cheekbones and wide, full lips.

Jack smiled and said, “You look gorgeous. Back by 11.30, okay?”

“But it’s Friday night, Daddy,” Nicole protested. “All my friends can stay out ’til 12.”

“Alright, midnight. But no later.”

“Yes, Dad,” his daughter said and blew him a kiss as she closed the front door behind her.

Jack spent a quiet evening writing emails to friends and contacts telling them what had happened and hinting that any help they could offer would be greatly appreciated. He fixed himself dinner, read for a while and then went up to bed, stripping off to sleep in the nude as he always did.