Chapter 1 of Untitled Erotica

Clint sat at his desk, flipping through the sheath of papers he'd been getting in the mail over the past couple of weeks. His wife, Jami, had recently passed away after a tragic accident in the shower. He was remembering his wife, and how they had wanted to start a family, and had been trying to get pregnant. He'd tried to impregnate his wife just before she took that fatal shower. Jami had been singing, happily in the shower, while he laid in bed and watched the stocks ticker on the national news channel. Suddenly, there was a scream, and a loud crashing noise, then only the sound of the water running could be heard. Clint had gone running to see what happened, and there, in the shower, twisted up in the curtain, with half of her head smashed in, blood covering the bathroom, was his wife...his dead wife. Clint shook his head to clear his mind of the thoughts he was having, and tried to get back to the task at hand. Strange as it may seem, he had a semi hard cock, even after reliving Jami's death scene by scene. He let his mind wander back to the sex they had been having, prior to the shower. Clint leaned back in his leather office chair, closed his eyes, let his hand fall to his lap, and started to stroke himself as he let his mind go.

Erica, the maid, had been having a bit of a reminiscing session herself in the laundry room. She had found a pair of Jami's panties in her laundry basket, and had brought them to her nose to sniff. Jami's scent was still on the panties, and with the first whiff, Erica was becoming aroused. Clint didn't know, but while he was at work, she and Jami had been having luscious, fantastic, ridiculously amazing, lesbian sex. It wasn't because Jami wasn't happy, or didn't love Clint, but she also loved Erica. The young girl had came to her for sex advice regarding a boy she had been seeing, and somehow, Jami ended up showing her that she didn't need that boy, and his puny little wiener. Erica and Jami had enjoyed each others' bodies sexually for the past 2 years, and when Jami died, Erica was heartbroken. Now that Jami was gone, she'd had to take on more responsibilities around the house. She didn't know that she was about to take on yet another important job here at the mansion.


 Erica was still sitting there on a pile of warm towels, sniffing Jami's dirty panties, thinking about their past sexual encounters, when she suddenly realized how Clint must miss his wife too. She hadn't been thinking about his feelings much, since he'd rarely been home since the death. He was home now, though, and she was going to go see him, and talk to him about Jami. She went down the hallway towards the library, and straightened out her skirt and top as she walked. She was still somewhat aroused, so she made sure that her tits were looking their best as she walked through the doors into the spacious library. She knew she'd be able to find the handsome, dark haired, bespectacled, husband of her late lover sitting at his desk, head buried in papers.

She slowly walked towards the desk, noticing that Clint had his head back in his chair, with his eyes closed. She wondered what he was thinking. Then she noticed his arm was shaking. He was jerking off! She slowed her pace even more, and slipped off her shoes as she approached. She wanted to watch him, see how his cock looked. She had never had thoughts like this for this man before. She crept up to the desk, and knelt down in front of it, peering over it, watching him. He was breathing heavily, and pumping his fist up and down on his cock quickly. She bit her lip, and moved her head upwards, putting her fingers on the edge of the desk. She moved her hand and it hit something. The ship in the bottle! It fell to the floor before she could catch it, and as it crashed into a million little pieces, Clint stood up with a start.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" he screamed, watching the ship in the bottle crumble.

"Oh my god! Clint! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! I was just...watching you. And I moved and it fell. Oh fuck, Clint. I'm sorry. How can I ever repay you?" she said, looking up at him, tears filling her eyes.

"God damn it Erica! You know how much that meant to me. That was my wedding gift from Jami! She's gone, it's gone, what's next? Are you going to leave me too?" he spit out at her angrily.

"Clint! No! I won't leave you! I was coming in here to talk to you, to see how you were doing. I didn't know what you were doing, until I did, of course. I just wanted to talk, Clint. I'll fix this...how can I fix it?" she asked.



"Come here. Now." he said, with no intonation as to what he was about to do.

Erica got up, stepped around the broken glass and wooden shards that were scattered on the floor and walked around the desk.

"I'm here." she said, timidly.

He looked at her, obviously hurting, and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down, and bent her over his lap. He pushed her skirt up, and noticed that she didn't have any panties on. She stayed silent. Scared. Her body was trembling, and his hand was too, as he reared it back to slap that tight ass of hers.

'CRACK!!!!!' was all that could be heard throughout the library as his hand landed smack on her ass. Followed shortly by a cry from Erica.

To Be Continued...