The Arrangement [Box Set] (3 page)

April leaned against the door of the car and closed her eyes. She thought she would sleep till they got home but she should have known better. Walter seemed to be possessed with some new vigor that their marriage had never known. Even on their honeymoon he hadn’t been so frisky. He had never had such a vigorous sexual appetite and April had been fairly content to make love to him once or twice a month in their matrimonial bed. But now his hand was inside her skirt and he was playing with her. She couldn’t believe it. Not only was it so unlike Walter to do something like that, but to do it in a semi-public place, it was unheard of.

She was sitting directly behind the driver, which she was grateful for because it meant she couldn’t be seen by him, but she still checked to see that he was facing forward and hadn’t noticed what was going on. He was still driving and hadn’t seemed to notice, and she let herself release a faint sigh of pleasure. Walter was actually doing a good job down there. His finger was inside her and he was moving it rhythmically in and out at just the right speed. She looked again to see if the driver had noticed but he hadn’t. She leaned her head back on the seat and let Walter continue. She could feel herself getting more and more moist by the second.

She reached over and took Walter by the neck and kissed him. It was possibly the most passionate kiss of their marriage and she drove her tongue into his mouth, something she rarely did. She was leaning on Walter now, on Walter’s side of the seat, and she knew that meant they would be in plain view of the driver. They would be clear as day in his rearview mirror but she didn’t care any more. If Walter was ok with it she was ok with it. She’d never been the prude in the relationship and she wasn’t about to start now.

She got on Walter’s lap and kissed his neck and he kissed hers. Then he was fumbling with the back of her dress and she realized he was opening the zip. Oh my God, she thought. What had been in that cognac? This was not the Walter she knew at all. She tried to stop him playfully, she imagined that was probably what she was supposed to do in this situation, but he was genuinely persistent.

—Walter, she said in his ear. What about the driver?

—He works for the firm.

—So?

—So this is our car now. He works for me.

April didn’t know how to respond. Did becoming partner really make such a difference to a man’s ego? If that was the case she’d give him a reward for finding so much new confidence.

She let him open her dress. She had her back to the driver anyway, what did she care if he could see her back? Walter pulled down the front of her dress, then he opened the clasp of her bra and pulled that down too, exposing her breasts. He sucked her nipples and kissed her breasts and April let herself enjoy the thrill of it while she looked out past his head at the headlights of the cars behind them. She thought, what a story the driver would have to tell his buddies at the end of his shift.

—Make me come, Walter said in her ear.

Oh no! She should have known it would lead to this, they’d come to far now to stop, but how was she going to manage it with the driver right there? She got off Walter’s lap and covered her breasts with her arm. She was behind the driver again and thankfully had a little cover from his sight. They were getting out of town and the road was getting a little darker, which helped. Walter was undoing his trousers and she got down and helped him get his dick out of them. She’d never seen it so big. He looked ready to explode already and she hadn’t even touched him.

She got up and kneeled on her seat so that she could get her mouth down onto Walter. Her dress was still down around her waist and her bra was on the floor somewhere by Walter’s feet. She tried to hide her face from the driver but there’d be no hiding the back of her blonde head bobbing up and down on Walter’s crotch. She prayed she’d never see this driver again. She felt foolish on the seat, her butt in the air, but she had passed beyond her usual boundaries of modesty and she wondered if there was anything they wouldn’t do.

She kissed Walter’s tip and let her tongue glide around it in little circular motions. She could almost feel the anticipation in his penis, like it was throbbing with desire and wanting to come all over her face. She played with him, lightly licking and sucking the tip of the penis, trying to get into a position that was comfortable. Walter had pulled back the skirt of her dress now. He pulled it up around her waist so that he could play with her thong—now she really was in full view. The driver would have a perfect view of her little ass, the ass that one of Walter’s partners had been so freely fondling just moments earlier. This was a night she would never forget.

Suddenly Walter pushed her head down and his cock filled her mouth. She’d never had him so deeply in her mouth in her life. He was acting completely out of character, it was like his promotion had given him a new personality altogether, and she was excited by it. Walter held her head down on the cock and then released so that she could breath and then he pushed her right back down. Her face was right in his pubes and the cock was at the back of her throat. She was surprised to find that she didn’t feel like gagging—not at all. She was giving deep-throat as if she was a complete natural and she was enjoying it. And their driver was watching. Who would have ever foreseen this? Not April, that was for sure.

Walter pushed her down on the cock ten, twenty, thirty times until it all became too much for him. He let out a groan of pleasure as he filled her throat with semen. She stayed bent over his penis and swallowed everything he gave her. Then she sucked the cock as if she might be able to coax some more out of it.

Then she got up. Walter was sitting in his seat contentedly, eyes looking straight ahead as if nothing had happened at all. She could tell though that he was completely satisfied. She did up his pants and then sat in her own seat with as much dignity as she could muster. She was a mess. Her lipstick was all over her mouth, her makeup was smudged, her hair was everywhere. She straightened her dress and tried to cover herself with it. Walter didn’t help her. He didn’t even respond when she asked him to pass her the bra that was by his feet on the floor. She had to bend down and reach for it herself. As she came back up she saw Walter wink at the driver whose eye he’d caught in the rearview mirror.

He was a new man. She couldn’t believe it. It was as if she no longer knew him. That thought frightened her but also excited her, and she had to admit this new man had her attention more than the old Walter ever had.

VI

A
FTER THE NIGHT AT THE RESTAURANT,
and in the back of the car, April couldn’t bring herself to complain to Walter about the firm making so many decisions on their behalf. So what if they were taking the initiative, she thought. Someone had to, and from what she had seen, every decision was being made in her family’s absolute best interests. She had no business whatsoever in questioning them.

On Saturday morning a black town car pulled up outside the house and she climbed into the back seat with the two girls. Walter had been called in to the office but she really had no need for him. Everything had been taken care of. The house was practically empty. Their beds and a few essentials were still there but the packers had been directed on what to do with those things and they would all be moved to the new house before the end of the day. Their other belongings would be waiting for her to be unpacked. She was glad she’d taken such care with the packing, keeping everything organized and labeled. Unpacking would be a breeze.

She sat in the back between the two girls and tried to get them excited about the move. It was a pretty easy task. They had seen the photos of the new house and had heard April’s description of their rooms and were already dying to see the place for themselves. They couldn’t believe it when she told them they would have their own swimming pool and hot tub.

She’d hardly given the driver a second thought but now she looked up and saw him looking directly at her in his rearview mirror. It was the same driver they’d had on Thursday night. She couldn’t believe it. She was mortified. She looked away from him but she felt his eyes on her and knew he was looking at her. He’d seen her ass bobbing in the air like a prostitute just a couple of days ago, of course he would look.

—Can I help you? she said.

Immediately, the driver looked away.

—No, ma’am.

—Keep your eyes on the road then.

Where did that come from? It felt good to be so assertive. She’d never been like that before. It seemed both her and Walter were finding new confidence in life. She looked at the driver now. He was older than she was, maybe forty-five, and foreign. She felt powerful. His job depended on her husband. She knew what it was like to worry about her family’s security and she was sure this driver did too.

—How long have you driven for this company? she said.

—Ma’am?

—The car service?

The driver sighed. He was in trouble now and he knew it.

—Eight years, ma’am.

—Eight years. And what’s your name.

The driver was crestfallen.

—Akbar, he said. He was really scared now.

—Well keep your eyes forward, Akbar, and you won’t have any trouble.

—Yes, ma’am.

She looked out the window at the trees passing by. She was pleased with herself. It was the first taste of power she’d had in her life and she liked it. They passed some kids getting on a school bus and she wondered about the school arrangements she’d have to make for the girls now that they were in a new neighborhood. She was certain Walter would want to put them somewhere new. There would be no point driving across town to keep them in the schools they were in. The other partners probably knew of great schools in this area that their own kids had attended. The firm had taken such good care of everything she was certain that schools would be no different. She’d speak about it with the other wives when she got a chance.

She thought about the other wives and realized she didn’t know them at all, she didn’t even know what they looked like. She’d probably met them at various functions over the years but she’d met so many people at those things she’d never been able to keep track of who was who.

She looked at Akbar again. He was handsome enough, for his age at least. He looked Mediterranean. It gave her a flush to think of what he’d seen. She wondered if he’d thought of her cute little ass later that night when he got home. She wondered how much cuter her ass was than his wife’s, assuming he had a wife. She didn’t know what it was but during the last few days, ever since the night at the restaurant, she felt incredibly desirable, as if every man that saw her could sense how rich and important she was becoming and wanted nothing more than to get inside her.

She wondered then if Walter had arranged for Akbar to be the driver to embarrass her. It was too much of a coincidence that he was her driver again, especially so soon after what had happened on the way home from the restaurant. And Walter had been so insistent that she get a car to drive her and the girls to the new house for their grand arrival. He said it was the only way to make an entrance to a place like that. She liked the idea, and in any case no one had picked up her car from the restaurant yet so she had no choice.

He also said he was planning another surprise for her and she was fairly certain he was trading in both of their cars. She’d seen the brochures on his desk and she wouldn’t be sad to say goodbye to her Studebaker. He hadn’t even let her go to the restaurant to pick it up. He said he’d take care of it. That must mean something.

When they arrived at the security gate the guard waved them through and nodded at her. She nodded back. It seemed he had been told who she was. Given that there were only four families living in the complex that seemed reasonable enough. When they got to the end of the road the driver brought them up their driveway and stopped in the porch.

Then he came around and opened the door for her and the girls. April brushed against him as she got out of the car. She didn’t know what had gotten into her but she was certain it would be a thrill for Akbar. She was certain he’d never had a woman as desirable as her in his entire life. She but a swing in her butt as she walked up the steps, knowing that Akbar would be following with their bags. She’d show him what he was missing.

She was surprised when she got to the top of the steps and the doors opened for her. She was greeted by an Asian man in his thirties.

—You must be Mrs. Masterson, he said. Welcome to your new home.

He sounded like he was from California.

—And you are?

—I’m sorry. I’m Mark Lou, your interior designer. Didn’t they tell you I’d be here.

—No one told me anything.

Mark led her into the hall and she was dismayed to see that none of her belongings were there.

—Don’t worry, Mark assured her. They can be brought at any time. It’s just that Mr. Kingsley thought that with such a large house, you might appreciate doing a little furniture shopping.

A big smile spread across April’s face and she couldn’t hide it.

—He’s a generous man, Mark said.

April was embarrassed. A few days ago she would have panicked if she’d arrived at her new home and found that none of her belongings had made it. They’d been a comforting anchor to her. Now all she could think about was the shopping spree that Herb would be paying for.

—He’s too generous, she said.

VII

T
HAT EVENING WALTER ARRIVED HOME
while the new furniture was being unloaded. In fact, it wasn’t just furniture that she had bought on the shopping spree but kitchen equipment, towels and bedding, curtains, appliances and anything else that one could possibly need for a new house. She’d been taken from store to store by Mark and whatever she’d wanted, and many things she didn’t dare want, were all charged to Herb’s account and boxed up. She was beyond being overwhelmed and she’d been so busy she barely stopped to think all day.

Now that she was home, watching Walter step out of a brand new baby blue Cadillac de Ville, everything started to catch up to her. She couldn’t catch her breath and Walter had to rush up the steps and help her onto a couch that was still covered in plastic, waiting to be put into its final position.