When it was time to leave Harriet gave Benjamin an envelope that had $5,000 in it. She was not really surprised it had come to this. She knew Benjamin wanted her because he liked older blonds, like her mother, and a stiff cock doesn’t lie, but as a couple they had been going through the motions for a while and she had sensed Benjamin might ready to end their affair.
Harriet, however, was not ready to end their affair. She was engaged to a wealthy, older man who did not fuck as good as Benjamin did. He did not eat her pussy at all, much less with the diligence Benjamin did and if he ever bothered to smack her face with his cock it certainly would not have the same force Benjamin’s cock had. Harriet was long over the glee that came from fucking her daughter’s boyfriend – especially since the pair had broken up years ago – but she was not over the fact Benjamin was almost 20 years her junior. That still turned her on and she was not ready to give up that up, though she would not marry Benjamin like he had shown some interest in. She had a professional career, and a potential political career, to think about and she would marry for wealth and money and status because marrying a younger man who could provide none of these things would not get her what she wanted out of life. But if money was what Benjamin wanted, and, she suspected, needed, she’d provide money.
“Here,” she said smiling, handing him the envelope.
Benjamin smiled back and took it and put it in his bag. Since he had done his duty and earned it, he didn’t thank her for it.
“Aren’t you going to count it?”
Benjamin smiled again. It was bulging and Benjamin suspected it wasn’t with one dollar bills.
“No, lover. It’s the thought that counts. Thank you.”
———-
Harriet had been paying Benjamin for his company for the past 15 years or so. With the exception of a couple of times when he had been particularly broke and had requested a specific amount he had never made any demands. He didn’t complain the handful of times she had been unable to secure first-class air transportation for him and he never counted the money she gave him in her presence. And he kept coming back and fucking her blind. And she kept paying him. And Benjamin continued to be good company. Funny, polite and easy-going. Thanks to Harriet’s expert guidance, be now knew how to behave in the world’s best hotels and restaurants, a debt Benjamin was both aware of and grateful for because before he could barely order a burrito without causing an international incident.
Now as they both sat at a candlelit table in an elegant, expensive restaurant they both needed to end this affair.
Benjamin didn’t need Harriet’s money anymore. The personal financial crisis that had – brilliantly, in retrospect – led him to request the Harriet Financial Bailout had long since passed and for years Benjamin had been banking Harriet’s contributions to his general fund. He was not wealthy yet, but the money was working for him and Benjamin wasn’t too far from having a nice nest egg.
Plus, he was tired of being drop-shipped all over the country to put out.
Harriet, after years in a very successful private practice, had decided to run for office and while there was certainly no shortage of politicians who had affairs on the side, Harriet found power, or more accurately the prospect of power, more intoxicating than young cock and was prepared to give Benjamin up.
Harriet broke the news first, over coffee following dessert.
“I need to end this, Benjamin,” she said matter-of-factly.
Benjamin regarded her with raised eyebrows.
“You should have married, me, then you wouldn’t have to.”
“I couldn’t marry you, Benjamin. You know that. There are things I want to do. To do those things, I needed to marry someone who could provide entree to the life I want to live.”
“Still though, it was fun going on your honeymoon with you,” Benjamin said laughing.
Harriet laughed, too. She had married an older man. She had married him because he was a very well connected widower who could provide the benefits Harriet required. Her husband was not exactly Don Juan in the sack. He was dutiful and enthusiastic because Harriet was a beautiful younger woman, but there was no way he could possibly fuck like Benjamin did.
So Harriet brought Benjamin along on her honeymoon. She shipped him to Hawaii a couple of days before their arrival and over the course of the next three weeks fucked Benjamin whenever her new husband was off playing golf, which was pretty much every day.
“You don’t seem too disappointed, Benjamin.”
Benjamin smiled warmly, but otherwise kept quiet.
Suddenly, Harriet had an insight.
“You were going to leave me, weren’t you?” Harriet quizzed, not too pleasantly.
“No, no, no,” Benjamin said, smiling a shit-eating grin while lying through his teeth. “Not really.”
“Bullshit. I know you.”
Benjamin shrugged.
“Perhaps…” he said, letting the sentence trail, as if he was looking for a way to conclude it.
“Perhaps what? Our ship has sailed?”
“No…no” Benjamin said, still thinking.
“Well?” Harriet’s tone was actually rather stern.
“Perhaps our ship has pulled into its harbor?”
Harriet considered that for second before smiling, taking her champagne glass and offering it for a toast.
“Nice recovery, Benjamin,” Harriet said, smiling. “To harbors, then, Benjamin,”
Harriet beamed a smile that had Benjamin ready to sign up for another 20 years of adultery. For his part, Benjamin smiled and nodded his head happily, pleased his analogy – which he had pulled out of his ass – had found favor.
“Cheers. To harbors. Today’s and tomorrow’s.”
He tapped Harriet’s champagne glass with his own. Harriet laughed.
“You’re sounding like a Hallmark card, Benjamin!”
———-
Their meal done, Harriet smiled as she signed the check the waiter had brought.
“We have one more night, then,” she said, returning her pen to her purse. “I would like to be eaten out, and fucked, and I want you to spread my pussy juice on my tits and then lick it off before you fuck me some more. And you are going to come on my face one final time.”
Benjamin looked around in horror because Harriet had said this in a normal tone of voice as if she were dictating tasks for her secretary to accomplish and not detailing the sex acts she wanted her young lover to do to her.
“And stay away from my granddaughter, too,” she said seriously as they both stood up to leave. “Three generations of us women, in non-chronological order – is enough for you.”
The End
Harriet: It’s A Family Affair – Part II
The Benjamin Chronicles