The day starts after Gena "my wife" leaves for her 2 month movie shoot in the Bahamas. I groan and roll out of bed. It's torture to marry the woman of your dreams, an actress with an incredible career, and then realise everyone else will see her more than you will.
I haven't yet figured out why Gena St. James chose me, an accountant. Accountant to the stars, sure, but still a nerdy numbers guy. I had a hopeless crush on Gena for almost 20 years, ever since I saw her first movie. She still has the scrap of a swimsuit she wore in the famous pool scene, and at 41, she can hold her own in it. Thinking about this will not help me get rid of my hard-on, though. To distract myself, I think of the 3-hour meeting on my schedule for this morning. Finally, I'm able to take a piss.
With 45 minutes left until I have to be at the office, I jump into a cold shower. I should close my practice and become a kept man. We can afford it. I could be in the Bahamas at this very minute, wrapped around my gorgeous wife for a lunchtime quickie in her trailer.
My cell phone rings on the bathroom counter. I shut off the water, grab a towel, and put the phone to my wet ear.
"Miss me yet?" Gena says. Damn, just the sound of her voice wakes up my cock again. It pushes straight out from the towel. This is going to be a miserable two months.
"More than you know," I say. I lean against the counter and let the towel drop. Might as well take care of business now instead of fighting it all day in front of clients.
"Trust me, the time will pass quickly," she says. "And I'm always a phone call away. I'm sure we will have plenty to say to each other while we're apart."
The pressure builds fast as I stroke my cock, thinking of Gena's delicate hand pumping me. I try to answer her, but it comes out as kind of a grunt.
"You're getting off right now, aren't you?" Gena purrs. "My poor, lonely boy. If I were there, I would lean down and lick your cock to make sure you felt loved. I would suck you deep into my throat …"
I moan and almost drop the phone. My hand becomes her hot, wet mouth, eagerly pulling me in.
" … and tickle your sac until you couldn't hold it in any longer. You would come so hard, baby, I wouldn't even have to swallow."
Her words push me over the edge. I shout and come in a violent stream across the bathroom counter and mirror. I somehow manage to keep the phone to my ear.
"See?" she says. "Plenty to talk about."
"Tell me again how I snagged you?" I say, still breathing hard.
Gena laughs. "Why, dear, you understand my kinks."
"I love your kinks. And your legs. And your ass. And your—"
"Sweetheart, that's lovely, but I have to run now. I actually called to tell you that the twins decided to come home from New York for summer vacation after all. Their flight landed half an hour ago."
About the twins, "Tanya and Tessa," I'm their newly minted step-father, but I've only seen photographs of them. They're identical, and they're practically clones of their mother. They just finished their freshman year at NYU. And apparently, we have the pleasure of getting to know each other for the next 2 months.
What in the world are we going to do together for 2 months?
I make it to the office 10 minutes late to my meeting. The next 3 hours pass like a glacier as I think about Gena in our bed. Swimming nude in our pool. Perched on our granite kitchen counter wearing nothing but her teal silk kimono.
"David, could you present your quarter-end report?" I snap out of my reverie at the mention of my name. I clear my throat and begin the presentation from my seat. My erection is too full to hide standing up.
It will be a long, frustrating summer. The work day stretches until 8 o'clock. I stop for a sandwich and a beer on the way home. Gena calls me as I'm draining the bottle.
"Still miss me?" she says.
I groan. "Gena, I'm never going to make it."
"Tanya and Tessa will distract you," she says. "I asked them to make sure you're a good boy while I'm so far away."
"So, they're my keepers? What if I don't want to be kept?"
She laughs. The sound makes me smile. It's one of the reasons her fans are devoted to her. No one laughs quite like Gena St. James.
"Go home and see your step-daughters, David. They've been dying to meet you.
I pull my BMW Z4 in the front gate at 9pm. Gena uses a driver, but she bought me the BMW as a wedding present. The last thing I expect to see at the other end of our winding driveway is cars. Everywhere. I can't even reach the garage. I squeeze my car off to the side of the house and get out.
Music pounds out the double doors at the front of the house. I don't recognise the song, but it's clear I won't be taking a quiet swim and watching the game before bed. My LA haven has been raided.
I toss my computer bag in the coat closet in the foyer. Hot girls in bikinis and guys who look like models are posing all over the living room furniture, beer bottles in hand. More people mill around the pool in the backyard. The music is so loud, no one seems to notice me as I walk into the kitchen, where I can actually hear myself think. Two girls in red bikinis are leaning into our oversized commercial refrigerator. I can't help but to notice their identical, round asses covered by nothing but two thin strings. Their hips shift back and forth as they reach to the top shelf of the fridge. It's hypnotic.
"Hi, Dad. What's up?"
I flinch and look up to find my step-daughter Tessa looking back at me from the fridge, smirking. She shakes her ass playfully. I cringe when I feel a small twitch downstairs.