Charlotte became a very wealthy woman when she inherited millions from Uncle George's estate which she had been managing long before he died.
Her uncle was a true entrepreneur in the old fashioned sense of the word. He risked his own money for the sake of profit. He had investments of all sorts from local real estate to Blue Chip Stocks and Land Contracts. Much of his money was made from his amusement park which he established as a young man on an island in the Grand River in the Village of Comstock Park on the outskirts of Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Years later he sold the park when the land had became more valuable than the business. That money was then pumped into a variety of low risk stocks and bonds and additional Blue Chip Stocks. Uncle George's favorite morning paper was of course the Wall Street Journal.
Growing up under his roof, Charlotte could not recall a time where in some way she did not work for Uncle George whether it be shinning his shoes or doing his books.
Uncle was a confirmed bachelor. It was assumed he never fathered any children, yet he was a firm believer in the old adage, "Blood is thicker than water." With that in mind he took Charlotte and her twin
brother under his wing when they were 10 years old after their parents died in a boating accident at his amusement park.
Charlotte learned how to "brainstorm" with Uncle George. They had fun doing it as a game and it developed Charlotte's business mind much to Uncle's delight. She was indeed a chip off the old block, even if she was only a niece and a girl at that.
Her twin brother George, incurred brain damage at birth and because of this was not eligible to inherit Uncle's enterprises. Uncle instead set up a trust for his namesake and made Charlotte the trustee. He always said he liked women better anyway, saying they were basically more loyal, honest and trustworthy - better workers too. Then he would add:
"Another thing about women is they can do more than one thing at a time!"
Charlotte had her doubts about Uncle's generalization and instead preferred to take each person as they came not relying on gender as a qualifier.
She however did not disagree with Uncle George on this or anything else. She heard him when he said:
"Charlotte, it will all be yours someday and then you can do as you see fit, in the meantime you need to be quiet, learn and listen unless we are brainstorming."
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Five years after Charlotte's Uncle George died, she met Marty at her neighbors while playing tennis. They immediately hit it off and soon were seen everywhere together. Having Marty by her side filled a big void in her life. She had grown tired of showing up alone at corporate retreats and social events.
Within six weeks of their first date, Marty moved into the guest wing of Charlotte's beautiful 5000 square foot home on a high bank above the Thornapple River in Ada, Michigan.
Marty was vibrant, young and handsome. He made a good "arm piece" for a grand entrance. Nevertheless, it was not all for show. Charlotte grew to love him in her own way and for her own selfish reasons all which were logical and justifiable.
Charlotte saw "selfishness" as a good thing. Whether it was a business relationship or personal one. To her, honest relationships were ALWAYS selfish and that's what made them genuine and incorruptible.
When talking to her mentor she would discuss how she felt saying:
"If not for selfish reasons, why else would I love a specific man? Consider this; what kind of man would want me to sacrifice myself to him? It seems more likely he would want me to madly desire him and selfishly want him for the pleasure he provides in one form or another. That's what I want also, a man who doesn't have to sacrifice to be with me, but to whom life means little without me? I don't think so."
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After living with Marty for six months, Charlotte figured he was probably going to be as good a catch as she'd ever get and vice-versa.
The night he proposed she instantly weighed her available options and decided it would be to her long term advantage to accept providing she and Marty could negotiate a solid pre-nuptial agreement with terms that were mutually beneficial.
She hated being practical in the midst of true love but it was the only way she could face herself in the morning mirror.
Baring unforeseen circumstances no man was going to have the opportunity to strip her down to nothing as long as she remained in control of her finances. She could still hear her Uncle George saying:
"Follow the money, it's where the power is. Every
man will leave you eventually if you live long enough.
If you invest wisely you can help both you and your man until the day you die your family and friends
too."
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Marty had a happy go lucky generous nature and was always available to help Charlotte wherever she needed his assistance. After many long pre-marital talks the two of them decided it made sense for her to continue her uncle's companies as she always had, and for him to pursue his Master of Fine Arts Degree at Kendall (1) and later his Master's in Business at Davenport.(2)
Marty's contribution to the marriage would be to assist Charlotte anyway he could without detracting from his own artsy path. Marty liked this concept and continued to prove himself over and over again as he faithfully doted on Charlotte's every whim and at least once a week entered her wing and became a warm cuddly "bed buddy" arousing her to erotic heights she never dreamed possible.
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Charlotte found she enjoyed sex with Marty but never took it too seriously. Sex came last when they ran out of other things to do which meant it didn't happen very often.
Their once a week "cuddle sessions" soon dwindled down to once a month.
Although she seldom declined his sexual overtures, her lack of enthusiasm over time kicked Marty right in the balls. Charlotte didn't mean for this to happen, it just did. After something breaks it's hard to ever get it back like it was and this was never more true than with their desire for each other.
Nevertheless in December they married nine months to the day after they first met. They had a grand and glorious wedding in downtown Grand Rapids to which anybody who was somebody was invited as well as personal friends and neighbors. The reception was held at the nearby Amway Grand Hotel in the Ambassador Room. It was a glorious affair and an unforgettable night for all 297 guests.
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Marty graduated the following June from Kendall and became a part time copywriter for Charlottes next door neighbor. This job was in addition to doing free lance illustrations for well known company that Charlottes grand-parents on both sides had ties with since the 1950s.
To enhance Marty's opportunities, Charlotte introduced Marty to her contacts at "Zurich World Bank" where he was called in for special projects every few weeks. His networking opportunities snowballed after that and appeared endless. He was often referred to as "The Golden Boy" and a small shot of him appeared in a major financial publication about up and coming young men around the world.
Marty through his own skills, his winning personality and Charlotte's connections had his foot in enough doors to enable him to hold his head up high and satisfy Charlotte's continual need to maintain her business and professional image. She did not feel this was ego on her part, simply good for business.
On his daily bicycle jaunts over the Thornapple River by way of Ada's Historic Covered Bridge, Marty would deliver his commissioned drawings personally to "Walter" who was one of the executive officers of "Suds
International". Sometimes he would end up having lunch with Walter in his office.
Because of Walter and Marty's lunches, Marty learned to appreciate "Acres of Diamonds" and other great classic motivational books that influenced the company's founders, their associates and eventually,
the entire free world.
One day as they were about to leave the corporate
dinning room Walter introduced Marty to Miss Daisy,
who turned out to be a house guest of Will and Sally, his and Charlottes next door neighbors.
Walter let Marty know that Daisy would be a fixture around "these parts" by exclaiming:
"Now Marty, if you run into this young lady, be sure
you treat her right. Do you hear? We consider her
very special property and when she is through with
all of her schooling, we are hoping she will become an integral part of our multi-cultural design team."
It was all Marty could do to maintain his poise. Miss Daisy was exciting him in every way; her voice, her manner, her face and her extraordinary body stood there penetrating his consciousness.
By the look in her eyes and her posture, he could swear she was fucking him on the spot right in front of everyone. He had to quickly drop his newspaper in front of his crotch to conceal his obvious hard on from tour bus passengers flooding the main entrance.
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Marty was the envy of his friends. The only thing they had that he didn't was a rambunctious sex life.
He made up for his lack of sex with Charlotte by masturbating frequently. In his opinion it was a good trade off. Although he often wished they had more time together he loved the freedom marriage to her offered him. Money was never a problem and that situation agreed with him totally. Unlike some of his friends, he did not create well under pressure
What Charlotte and Marty had was a "marriage of convenience" held together by friendship, love, concern, and goodwill for each other.
As a safeguard to their union, before they married they agreed that if either one them decided at any point to have sex outside their marriage that it would be "okay" providing they didn't lie to each other about anything and they always put each other first in all things. They both agreed that honesty with each other was paramount to their relationship above all else.
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In March following their marriage, the most enjoyable project Marty and Charlotte embarked upon was
adding a 2500 square foot wing to the existing 5000 square feet home. That sounds like a lot of space for two people but they needed 2000 feet for his artist studio, 2000 for her investment enterprises and 3500 feet for entertaining and living.
Marty worked with the architect and acted as the general contractor to get everything exactly like he and Charlotte envisioned. When it was all done they both agreed it had been worth the expenditure, time, and
effort. It wasn't as if they were over building or improving.
Many homes in the area were still larger than theirs and more expensive such as Will's a well known CFO. Will had his staff evaluate the project for Marty and simply said that "the numbers all worked out fine". Marty liked that about his neighbor. He never used a $100 word when a $10 word would suffice.
On the other side of Marty lived Doug Z. Wellington and his wife Nanna. They were part of a second generation Grand Rapids advertising agency Willya, Kanya & Didya where Marty occasionally contracted as a copywriter and free lance artist ever since interning as a Kendall Student.
Everyone knew where Doug lived because of the Bell Jet Ranger on pontoons parked at the bottom of the wooded bank on the Thornapple River. It was a convenient way for he and his brother Dillan to get to the Grand River in downtown Grand Rapids and the various harbors along Lake Michigan - often to meet with their affluent clients.
Both Will and Dillion collected antique cars and owned matching - 1955 Thunderbirds. (4) It was not uncommon to see them sitting in their white roadsters parked in two different directions near the rural mailboxes of the diverging driveway leading to their homes. Doug on the other hand preferred his bright red roadster, a 1954 Austin Healey with a chrome luggage rack on the trunk.
Often times Marty would stop and chat with his neighbors and then be asked by them to come down to the courts for a round of tennis before dinner.
On the 6th day of September at 4 PM the three of them happened to be at the row of mailboxes at the same time. Two white roadsters and a red one.
Will asked Marty to join them for dinner and be a tennis partner for Ada's newest arrival "Miss Daisy".
Marty replied:
"Oh yes, I met Miss Daisy the other day in the company
cafeteria. That sounds great. Count me in! By the way,
how come everyone calls her Miss Daisy?"
Will went on to explain that his wife said she earned the name in college because of her obsession with flowers, especially daisy's which adorned nearly everything she owned.
Marty also learned that Daisy had just graduated from Kendall and was staying with Will and Sally until she could find a suitable part-time job. He also mentioned she planned to go to school three nights a week in pursuit of her Masters In Business at Davenport.
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Marty was happy to play tennis to get his mind off of work. Charlotte was out of town and he had been feeling restless. He welcomed the chance to take a needed a break.
Tennis went well as did dinner and everyone had a good time. After dinner and a few glasses of wine Dave mentioned to Marty that he had heard Clarence - Charlottes long time chauffeur and part time personal secretary had died last month. Marty shook his head and with remorse in his voice replied:
"Yes, that was a terrible thing. Poor old Clarence had been with Charlotte's Uncle George and her for over twenty years. It will be tough to replace him but we must soon. Charlotte's been after me to hire someone, but I keep putting it off. These days who do you find to fill his shoes?"
Dave spoke up and said:
"Marty, why don't you think about hiring Daisy? She
has been filling in for our company as a chauffeur and
in various other capacities on a "as needed" basis."
Marty picked up on it immediately and Daisy agreed
to start Monday morning on a trial basis.
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Daisy turned out to be a treasure and both Marty and Charlotte couldn't get enough of her. She was not only talented, but a good and willing worker filling in wherever she was needed.
Besides being intelligent and perceptive, Daisy was young, athletic, and attractive. Both Charlotte and Marty appreciated her look for the sake of their business image. Having her on their team was a definite asset and they blessed the day they met Daisy.
After being around for a couple of months Daisy started picking up on the vibes that pervaded between Charlotte and Marty. There was an obvious caring
but more as business partners than husband and wife.
One hot and humid day when Charlotte was out of town she called Daisy in a panic and requested Daisy take Marty to Boatwerks Restaurant in Holland, Michigan for an important luncheon meeting with representatives of a major furniture company out of Zealand and the patent holders of a new line of handicap office furniture. Charlotte had backed the
patent holders and therefore had a vested interest in the company and all decisions regarding licensing.
Charlotte asked Daisy to wear suitable business attire
and accompany Marty as his administrative assistant. She instructed her to say little and take many notes.
She concluded the phone call by telling Daisy:
"I entirely forgot about this meeting. I simply can't make it back in time but I do need our company represented. I need your capable help on this. And oh, if you should need to, you are welcome to wear anything in my closet that you may feel is suitable for the meeting."
On the way there Marty decides to drive as it would look strange for Kate to pull up as the driver and then get out of the car to suddenly be transformed into Marty's personal assistant.
En-route to Holland, Daisy and Marty have a good talk about her family, about his family, about business and visions they each held for their art careers.
Marty realizes in the midst of this that he is thoroughly enjoying the conversation with Daisy. He realizes that she is not only a wonderful young woman but a beautiful one as well.
As they approach Lake Macatawa, Daisy mentions to Marty that she has noticed that Charlotte is not spending much time with him lately. Marty sweeps over the comment under the floor mat and ignores it.
The Boatwerk Valet greets them and takes the keys to their Mercedes while Marty lets the host at the podium know that they have arrived for the scheduled meeting in the Amsterdam Room.
After registering at the desk they wander down to a park bench on the edge of Lake Macatawa to discuss the meeting goals and the license agreement Charlotte had sent to them.
Sitting so close to Daisy on the small park bench,
Marty found it difficult to keep his mind on business.
He keeps thinking about Daisy's remark regarding his relationship with Charlotte. He feels awash with emotion and can't stop thinking about what a great fuck Daisy would be.
The others start arriving for the meeting and Daisy and
Marty soon join them inside. After 2 hours of negotiating everyone shakes hands and they agree to
meet back at Boatwerks in one week, at the same time.
On the way back home Alice asks Marty to stop along side the woods as she wants to walk among the white lilies-the Terrariums-that fill the forest every spring.
As Marty opens up the car door for Daisy she notices him staring at her breasts which are being displayed more prominently since she had taken off her suit jacket and unbuttoned five down on her satiny red and
black tailored blouse.
Never taking his eyes off her open neck line, Marty asks Daisy if she want him to accompany her to look at the wild lilies. Smiling she looks up at him and says:
"Marty, I would love that If you don't mind...."
As she walks slightly ahead of Marty, he can't help
but notice what a fantastic ass she has. For that matter, what a hot athletic body.
When they return to the car, Marty opens the door for Daisy to get in. As SHE gets into the car her very short stretchy black skirt rides up and exposes her matching crotchless bikini briefs.
Daisy's eyes catch Marty's looking and realizes that he saw her bare puffy pussy. At that same moment she looks down and notices a huge bulge in his pants.
As he is about to turn the ignition she tells him to stop, that she has forgotten something.
Daisy gets out of the car goes over to the drivers side, opens the door and immediately unzips Marty's trousers and begins giving him the best blow job he has ever had in his life.
Marty is helpless to resist Daisy's sexual advances so he gives in and simply lays back and enjoys it.
Afraid if she keeps going he will cum and it will end, he talks Daisy into moving to the back seat of the car where he then spreads her legs wide open and starts licking her through her briefs until he finally rips them off and begins delicately licking her cunt until she begins climaxing and groaning driving him mad with desire which forces him to intensify his thick heavy tongue fucking. She tastes so sweet he doesn't want to stop but on a sudden impulse he places Daisy over the seat of the car and begins wildly and solidly fucking her from behind using her own thick juices for lube. Daisy hollers out in sheer ecstasy unable to
do anything but enjoy his penetration while wildly fingering her own clit. She moans out to Marty:
"OMG I'm cumming again, I can't stop it! Oh yeah
- yes keep it going baby keep it cumming - OMG
here it comes - OMG. OMG. OMG - you are so good
baby you are so good! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Marty withdraws, flips her over and lays her flat on the big wide leather seat plunging his diamond hard giant cock deep into Daisy's throbbing cunt.
In and out, in and out, faster and slower until they
both are driven over the edge of sanity into pure unabashed wild animal passion.
Together their moans carried through the forrest and along the shores of Lake Macatawa - like pain body war cries of the Ottawa Indians - they released
their pent up passion joyously calling out as if in agony:
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhh!
Ohmaaaaaaaaaaaa! Eeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Yessssssssssssss! Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssss!
Oh yes...........Yes..............OMG Yesssssssssssss.
Lying together at last in perfect peace Marty brushed
back a long golden lock from Daisy's face and
kissing her tenderly on the forehead he murmured:
"Can there be anything in life that feels as good as driving Miss Daisy?"
The End.
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Footnotes:
(1) Kendall College of Art and Design
Grand Rapids, Michigan
(2) Davenport University
Grand Rapids, Michgan
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