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  Jeff smiled at him and, looking very relieved, slipped out the door. He left behind a smiling Peter as he envisioned all the ways he could have fun with Stacey and her friend!

  Suddenly, despite being eight in the morning, the day could not go quick enough. Every operation or business decision became a chore as his head filled with a variety of images. He was looking forward to seeing Stacey naked again, but who would she have with her? He pictured a dozen different girls, all better looking than the one before. Every time he did so he smiled, even though many of the staff members were now giving him funny looks.

  Finally, as it neared six he decided enough was enough. Within moments he had leapt into his sports car and was heading for home. He had enough time to shower, shave, and change before heading over to Stacey’s. In fact, he could even get himself something to eat, although he suspected he was too excited to actually consume anything.

  “Hi Peter!” Exclaimed Celine, surprised he was home so early. Peter glanced at her, for a moment he paused. She looked stunning in a simple dark red short skirt and a white halter neck top. Her dark hair had been swept back into a small ponytail; she had been focused on an art project with Edward. He changed direction and moved across to give Edward a big hug. “Sorry mate, I have to do some work tonight. I’ll take you out somewhere nice at the weekend, just the two of us to make up for it, yeah?” Edward nodded, “It’s okay dad, I know you save people’s lives.” He gave him a big smile. Peter nodded, encouraged by the positive response. He scrunched his son’s hair as he rose and turned back towards his bedroom. “Thanks Celine.” He said stiffly.

  Celine stared after him puzzled. She didn’t think she had been there long enough to have upset him that much by leaving! She had no time to dwell on it then though. Edward needed her help. She barely even registered Peter shouting ‘bye’ as he headed out the door.

  Peter slipped back behind the wheel of his car. After much decision making he had opted for a pair of blue designer jeans and a simple white t-shirt. He hadn’t even bothered with a jacket tonight! He drove steadily to Stacey’s house and pulled into her drive. Running his hands through his slicked back sandy hair he took a quick look in his mirror. “Looking good!” He told himself. Moments later he was stood in front of her door, checking his watch he knocked twice and waited.

  Slowly the front door opened and Peter gasped. Stacey was stood in front of him, a big smile on her face. But Peter wasn’t looking at the smile. His eyes traced a path upwards from her stunning feet, encased in ankle boots with a three inch heel, along the line of her stunning legs, up to her pert derriere. She was wearing a black corset, complete with string areas at the sides, revealing just enough flesh to entice anyone. “Hey,” she said softly. Stacey oozed sexuality. Peter felt an instant stirring in his groin; he had never seen her this way before!

  “Are you coming in?” She cooed softly at him, her eyes sparkled as she watched his reaction. Peter took a deep breath, not daring to believe his luck and stepped across the threshold.

  Stacey wasted no time in guiding him against the wall. Peter didn’t resist. Slowly she pressed her body against his; he could feel every curve as his groin reacted. His shaft was already thickening as Stacey ran her hand across his groin. “Still a big boy I see.” She murmured with a flutter of her eyelashes. Slowly she undid his belt, her body still pressed against his as she slid his trousers downwards. Peter moved his hand into her red hair, caressing each strand as she ran kisses across his stomach. He moaned as he felt her hand brush against his shaft, his underwear peeling downwards, slowly hitting the floor. Stacey brought her head upwards until she was back at his, her soft lips brushing against his. Hungrily he pushed against her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He could feel her hand on his hard shaft, squeezing gently. Peter moved his hand round to the back of her, cupping her ass. He groaned at the feeling of her flesh against his fingers. His body suddenly ached for release.

  Stacey giggled, “Patience!” She exclaimed. Taking his hand, she led him down the hallway to the stairs. She paused on the first stair, reaching for his t-shirt she pulled it deftly over his head. Peter suddenly realized he was completely naked. A shiver went through his body as he anticipated what was waiting for him up the stairs. Stacey gently took his hard shaft and led him upwards. Peter followed, for once giving up his control.

  Stacey led him into the bedroom and spun to face him. “Ready?” She asked softly, her lips just millimeters from his ear. Her hot breath sent tingles through his body as he nodded, struggling to find his voice. “Ready,” he finally said as she pulled back. His eyes met hers.

  At that moment Jeff appeared behind Stacey. He wrapped his arms round her and kissed the side of her neck. Peter froze; for a moment he couldn’t think of any words. Finally his flailing mouth found something, “Jeff?” He questioned. Jeff nodded back at him. “Hi Peter,” he said, smiling. “I wasn’t sure if Stacey had really let you in on the nature of our ménage á trios; now I know she didn’t.”

  “What’s the matter, Peter?” Stacey asked sweetly, her hand wrapped firmly round his shaft. Slowly she started to move it back and forth. “Ménage á trios is not always two girls!” Peter scowled, although the pleasure shooting through his body was hard to ignore. He was about to walk away when Celine’s face flashed into his mind, teasing him about his sexuality. He would show her, it wasn’t like he and Jeff were going to do anything together!

  Before he could think any further he thrust his head forward, pushing his lips against hers. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny as it entwined with hers. Stacey continued to move her hand back and forth on his hard shaft. Peter’s hand moved behind her head as Jeff slid one hand towards her ample bosom. His fingers grazed against her nipple, causing her to gasp. Peter quickly pulled back, freeing his hard shaft from her grasp. Slowly he kissed the side of her neck, moving downwards until he reached her breast. His lips traced a line across the swell of her chest, allowing his tongue to flick against her nipple. Stacey gasped as she felt the pleasure shoot through her body.

  A moment later his soft kisses continued down her body, moving slowly across her firm stomach. His hands moved onto her thighs, cupping the sides of her buttocks as he dropped to his knees. Slowly he kissed the top of her intimate parts. Moving his tongue lightly across her most sensitive parts, Stacey squirmed as she felt the pleasure caressing her body. His tongue slipped slowly inside her, tasting the sweetness of her juices as Jeff’s hands caressed her nipples, alternating between flicking them and squeezing them. His lips danced across her neck, whilst his hot breath pressed against her ear sending shivers through her.

  Peter slipped his tongue into her sweet spot; she could feel the pleasure mounting as his tongue worked its magic, in and out. Slowly but surely he picked up speed as she moaned, writhing her body, pushing herself against his face.

  Just when she thought she could take it no more, Peter pulled back. He moved back to a standing position and put his lips against hers. She could taste the sweetness of her own juices as his tongue wrapped itself round hers. She allowed herself to be guided to the bed. Stacey didn’t even notice the two men conversing as they pulled the rest of her clothes off.

  A moment later she was on the bed, lying on her back, her head propped up with a pillow. Peter lowered himself in front of her, sliding his hard shaft to her mouth. Stacey opened willingly and absorbed him. She started to bob her head back and forth as Jeff slipped his hard shaft between her legs, within moments he was rocking back and forth, hitting her sweet spot. She gasped, struggling to catch her breath as the two men started to move at the same time. She could feel the pleasure building rapidly as his hard shaft buried itself deep inside her.

  Stacey was unbearably close to climaxing when they stopped. She moved position with them, and a moment later she was on all fours as the two men switched ends. Peter’s shaft was bigger, she could feel it stretching her most intimate parts as he took her over
the edge. Her orgasm came in waves. It was the first of many in a night of very little sleep.

  Chapter 4

  Peter slowly opened the door to his house, hoping it wouldn’t creak. It was always surprising how noisy everyday items were when you wanted to be quiet. It was a little after six and he was hoping no one would be up, or even awake yet. Slowly he closed the door and listened; there was no sound in the house. He slipped his shoes off and headed for the stairs. A few moments later he was safely in his own bedroom. Exhausted, he sank into his own bed. That was one night he wouldn’t forget in a hurry!

  Peter stirred, he could hear a commotion going on outside; it felt like he had been asleep for five minutes, but, a quick look at his watch revealed it was closer to three hours. Groggily he moved to the window to see what was going on. There was nothing obvious; sighing he turned to head back to his bed when the door burst open. “Daddy!” Shrieked Edward, “Will you take me to the lake today? Please?” He implored him. Peter winced; in his delicate state his son’s excitable voice went right through his head. “Maybe later Edward.” He said gently, “Daddy’s not feeling too good at the moment.” A look of concern crossed Edward’s face; he was always worried when his dad was ill. Peter quickly cheered him up, “Don’t worry it’s just a bad headache. It will be alright soon.” He managed a weak smile. “I’ll take you later or tomorrow; okay?” Edward nodded, the smile gone from his face.

  Peter looked past Edward and realized that Celine was stood there; thankfully he was not in a state of undress! “Isn’t it your day off today?” he asked, a little more gruffly than he intended. Celine nodded slowly, she was looking at him strangely, but Peter wasn’t in the mood for it. “Well, go home then, or do your studies. You were complaining you didn’t have enough time to study properly.” Celine opened her mouth to correct him and then closed it again. There was no point in arguing with him; he had obviously had a good night!

  “Come on Edward,” she said gently, “I think I know something that you can do.” She guided Edward out of the room and gently closed the door. Her blue eyes blazed as she did so. She couldn’t believe that she had found him attractive! He had absolutely no interest in his own child! Brightly she talked to Edward as they moved back down the corridor. It didn’t take her long to ascertain that a little bit of cooking would go a long way to making him feel better.

  When Peter had still not surfaced at lunch time she decided to pay him a visit. Celine had already given up her morning because she could see he couldn’t look after Edward. She really didn’t want to lose her afternoon as well! She knocked three times on his door and waited. A few moments later she heard a groggy “Yes, enter.” Celine opened the door and looked at Peter. He was still in bed and clearly felt sorry for himself. “Are you getting up today?” She asked, not mincing her words. “Your son would love to see you.” Peter was about to argue with her regarding who was actually the boss. Instead he sighed and nodded. “Give me half an hour,” he said with half a smile. “Then I’ll be ready to do whatever he wants to.

  Celine nodded as she backed out of the room. “I’ll tell him,” she said taking a mental picture of him in his boxer shorts and t-shirt. It was a nice sight! She turned and headed downstairs, stopping at Edward’s room on the way. He wasn’t in there. In fact, she couldn’t find him anywhere in the house as she passed through. Puzzled she looked out into the garden; there was no sign of him there. It was obvious that Peter had not yet made it out of bed. Celine ran through the options in her head, and suddenly it clicked. He had asked his dad several times to take him swimming. Peter had promised he would, but had not done so yet. She could see Edward figuring it out and just going swimming himself. The issue was, just like Celine, Edward had not yet learned to swim. If he attempted to go swimming in the pool by himself and got into trouble—she left the thought unfinished. A chill passed through her body as she realized what that could mean.

  Quickly she ran out of the side door, aiming for the pool house. She was nearly there when her heart sank. Crossing the last few feet in no time, she barreled into the pool house. “What’s happening?” Her voice was authoritative, but she knew straight away. Edward was floating in the pool face down. Without thinking she jumped straight in, forgetting that she couldn’t swim herself. Fortunately the bottom was shallow enough to stand on and she quickly reached the unmoving Edward. Celine turned him over and started to pull him to the side. It took just a few moments, but felt like an eternity.

  She pushed his heavy body onto the side and pulled herself up next to him. Quickly she checked his pulse and breathing. Edward was doing neither. Fortunately her medical training kicked straight in. She checked his throat and started to administer CPR; thirty chest compressions followed by two breathes. On the second go Edward coughed and spluttered. Water burst out of his lungs and he started breathing again. Celine sighed with relief, rocking as she knelt next to him; cradling his head in her lap. She couldn’t believe he had nearly killed himself.

  After a few moments she pulled out her phone and called the paramedics. All she had to do was sit back and wait. They were there in just eight minutes and immediately took charge. Celine explained she was a nurse in training but she didn’t want to interfere with them doing their jobs. She waited to see that Edward was safely on the ambulance. At that moment the paramedic ushered her on as well. “He needs at least one friendly face when he comes to. I think yours will do!” Celine nodded and climbed on board. The shock was starting to hit her; what if the water had been too deep for her to stand up? Would she have been able to save him? She vowed to start swimming lessons straight away.

  Peter looked out the window; his head was nearly clear after his all night cocktail of sex and alcohol. The blue lights seemed to be at the pool house. Puzzled, he grabbed his jeans and slid into them. Pulling any old t-shirt on, he headed for the door. He stumbled down the stairs, through the house, and out the back door. The short walk to the pool house seemed to take forever; despite the fact he was running! Of course, the fact he was still suffering from the night before meant it took him twice as long as he expected. He reached the door just as the ambulance pulled away. The fast response unit was still there; the paramedic still packing his gear away. Peter recognized the young man. “Justin!” He called, his head hurting as he did so. “What happened?”

  Justin turned to look at him and his face paled. “Peter?” He questioned. “I had no idea this was your place!” He paused, looking very grave. “Edward has just been taken off to hospital; he nearly drowned in the pool. By all accounts your nanny saved his life, despite not being able to swim herself.” He shook his head in wonder; “You have some impressive staff!” Peter’s normal golden glow turned a pale white in less than a second. “Is he okay?” He asked anxiously. Justin nodded, “Fortunately, yes.” He replied, quickly adding, “He has only gone to the hospital as a precaution.

  Peter suddenly felt weak and sick at the same time. He sat down heavily on the little wall. His little man had nearly drowned and he was in bed sleeping off a night of debauchery! Justin looked at him. “I can give you a ride to the hospital if you like,” he said gently. “You might need to be checked over yourself.” Peter nodded, terrifying thoughts running through his head about what may have happened if Celine hadn’t been there. He was glad she had ignored his order to go home!

  Fifteen minutes later he was at the front desk. The nurse quickly directed him to where his son was being kept for observation. It took him less than two minutes to get to the right floor and down the corridor. “Hey Edward!” He exclaimed as he burst through the doors into his room. Edward looked up, his face brightening, “Daddy!” He cried out. “I’m sorry Daddy.” Peter shook his head, “Nothing to be sorry for little ma,” he said as he wrapped his arms round him. “It is I who should be sorry. I haven’t been there for you like I should have been since Mum went away.” He paused, pulling back to meet Edward’s eyes; “It won’t happen again, I promise.” He said solemnly. “I
forgot how important you are to me and what I already have. I won’t let that happen again.”

  For a long time, Peter just held his son as Edward drifted slowly to sleep, his body overcome by the excitement of the day. A few moments later the doctor stuck his head into the room; “Hi Mr. Barnes,” he said, “Do you mind if I run a couple of tests on him, and then I can give you an update?” Peter nodded; he didn’t want to get in the way of them doing their jobs! The doctor took just a few minutes to confirm everything was okay. They would keep him in overnight to be certain. He even arranged for a nurse to bring a bed in, allowing Peter to sleep next to his son.

  Peter stirred as the nurses came in to do their rounds. It had been a difficult night’s sleep and after the night with Stacey and Jeff, he felt exhausted. He was grateful when the doctor said he could take Edward home. He quickly called for a taxi and guided Edward to the door. Within minutes they were on their way home. Peter didn’t say anything; he simply sat in the back of the taxi holding Edward’s hand. It was just starting to dawn on him what he had nearly lost. Shaking his head he looked at Edward and smiled. “It will be different from now on, I promise.” He said softly, running his hand through Edward’s tousled hair. “You deserve the best.” Edward looked up at his daddy. “I just want you, Daddy.” This simple sentence cut through to Peter’s heart. He realized then that Edward had been exposed to far more than he should have been at his age. The fact he was so well adjusted was a miracle really!

  As soon as they got home he guided Edward into the sitting room. “Give me one minute.” He said calmly. Using the phone in his study he called the hospital and told them he wouldn’t be in that day. In fact, it was time he delegated a little more; he would be spending more time at home in the future. After all, what was the point of being a billionaire if he couldn’t enjoy the simpler things in life with his child?