I was having trouble falling asleep. I kept going over the events of the evening in my mind. It had been a noisy party, much more crowded than usual for a trade-related event. But the conversation, the one occurrence I kept replaying, had been perfectly clear.

“I’m looking you over as a possible acquisition,” he said.

The more I thought about it, the odder it sounded in my mind’s ear. And there was something in his voice, and in his eyes, it seemed as I ruminated, that had unsettled me.

Let me back up. This bash was the annual party put on by the biggest title company in town for all the local real estate brokers and their plus-ones. It was the fifth of these I’ve attended since getting my license and it was the biggest turnout by far - it’s been a good year for real estate.

The crowd was loud and boisterous and I was having a good time. Although I’m one of the youngest brokers in town, there were a lot of people I knew there and I was enjoying introducing them to my beautiful wife, Anna. There were a few new faces there too and I noticed in particular a tall, distinguished-looking man who had attracted a group of people who seemed to be hanging on his every word.

Anyway, here’s what happened. I make a trip to the crowded bar - did I mention the open bar? - leaving Anna chatting with a couple we both know. When I finally get my order, it takes me a couple of minutes to locate my wife. I finally spot her on the far side of the large ballroom.

She’s standing next to that new guy we had noticed earlier. He’s leaning toward her as if he’s whispering in her ear. I lose sight of them as I navigate through the crowd and when I get to the spot I was aiming for, she’s not there. So I’m standing there with a drink in each hand, both of which I’d managed to keep from spilling so far, and craning my neck around, searching, when an elbow out of nowhere jostles me just enough to slosh G&T out of both glasses.

“Oops! Sorry!” the owner of the elbow says, and I see it’s the guy who had been talking to my wife.

And before I can say anything, he says, “Say, you’re Jack Hausmann, aren’t you?”

He sounds a little tipsy, so I just nod and continue looking for Anna, but he keeps talking as if we’re old friends or something. He does look familiar, though I’m sure we’ve never met before.

Anyway, the next thing he says is, “You’re one lucky guy, Jack. That wife of yours is by far the most beautiful woman here!”

I turn to stare at him - he’s starting to piss me off - but he’s beaming at me with a big disarming smile and, with a friendly hand on my shoulder, he leans in.

And that’s when he says, “I’m looking you over as a possible acquisition.”

That’s when I spot Anna, all the way on the other side of the room by the exit. She’s got her coat on and is obviously looking for me. Our eyes meet and I see she’s upset, so I park the drinks on the first horizontal surface I can find and I forge a path to her side.

“What’s the matter?” I ask as soon as we’re face to face. “Wanna leave?”

“Yeah, can we go?”

“Sure, honey. Did something happen?”

“No, not really ... I’m just tired ... too noisy ... Can we just go home?”

I open the door for her and take her arm as we walk to the elevator and back to the car. When we get home, we just go to bed. Whatever is bothering her, I figure she’ll tell me if I need to know, but I also know she’s not in the mood for sex, so I let her go to sleep. And I start to wonder if it was the guy she was talking to that had upset her.

So this is what was on my mind, keeping me awake that night. Eventually, I too fell asleep, having decided there was no sense in dwelling on something said by a stranger who was probably drunk.

When I got to the office in the morning, I discovered why that guy had looked familiar. There he was, staring at me from the cover of the local business magazine that had been sitting on my desk for a couple of days. “Mason Herrscher’s Plans for Growth” was the featured article.

I picked it up and read through it. Apparently, this Herrscher guy had entered the local commercial market a year ago. He was now the biggest in the city, and was now setting his sights on the residential market, too, with plans for a huge suburban development. So that’s what he meant about “acquiring” me, I figured. Fine, let him make an offer I can’t refuse.

It was a busy morning followed by lunch with a client, and I was on my way back to the office when I got a call from Anna around 1:30.

“Jack, can you come home?” She sounded really upset again.

“What’s the matter, honey? You sound upset. Did something happen?” I responded. She had seemed fine at breakfast.

“I ... I can’t talk about it on the phone. Just, can you come home now?” Her voice was shaky, on the verge of tears.

“Sure, hun, I’m in the car now. I’ll be there in like ten minutes.”

When I arrived, she met me at the door and stepped up to hug me before I was through the door. She was either grieving or livid. After a good long squeeze, I held her at arm's length so I could see her face, tearstained, but with anger, it seemed.

“What is it?!’ I asked anxiously.

“It’s that man. He was here. The man from the party? Last night?” She searched my face for understanding.

“You mean Mason Herrscher? He was here?” I asked, incredulous.

“Yes, I think that’s who he said - the real estate guy. He said something about acquiring us ... he was looking around like he was going to buy our house. I asked him to leave and he made a pass at me.”

“He did what?!”

“He said something about making babies ... Jack, it was really weird!” She looked in my eyes. “I told him to leave. I was furious! And he did leave, but he was acting like everything was ... well, like we were best friends or something ... Like, ‘Bye for now. See you soon.’ It totally creeped me out!”

By this point, I was in a rage myself. ‘What the fucking hell does he think he’s doing?’ I asked myself and I vowed to put a stop to it whatever it was.

I took out my phone to google him and I called his business number. I told the receptionist my name and asked for him, but he was out, working from home, she said. I checked the google results again; there was no other phone number, but I found his home address, only a couple of miles away - I recognized the address.

“Don’t worry, honey,” I said to Anna, “I’ll straighten him out! I’m going over to his house. You stay here. Call me if he shows up again.”

I don’t remember the drive. I may have been speeding; I was certainly in an aggressive state, rehearsing what I was going to say before I punched the asshole’s lights out. I arrived at the luxury condominium complex - I knew how expensive it was because I’d sold several units myself - and I found a parking spot near his apartment. I ran up the stairs and pounded on his door, breathing fire.

I waited several long seconds and then pounded again.

The door finally opened, and there he was, bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts and gym shoes, with a towel over his shoulder.

“What were you doing at my house? What did you say to my wife?” I shouted at him. My fists were clenched; my whole body was tensed, ready to attack.

“Jack!” Mason said with a big friendly grin, completely ignoring my questions. “What a surprise! Do come in.” He stepped aside, inviting me to enter.

I stepped into the doorway, but only far enough to stand toe to toe with him and shout up into his face, repeating myself threateningly, “What did you say to my wife?”

“Calm down, Jack. It was just a friendly...”

I swung a fist at his head, but he sidestepped neatly and my knuckles slammed into the door. He backpedaled deftly and I lunged at him again, throwing all my weight into a roundhouse punch that he easily dodged so that I lost my balance and fell. As I scrambled back to my feet, he remained perfectly composed.

“Now, Jack, is this really necessary?” he asked, infuriating me even further, if that was possible.

“You son of a bitch!” I yelled and threw myself at him for an open-field tackle. He spun, grabbed my right arm and landed me face down on the floor with my arm behind my back and his weight on top of me.

“Really, Jack, I am impressed. Such passion!” He chuckled lightly. “I admire your courage, coming against me mano a mano, like that. Did you really think you could beat me up?”

I squirmed and struggled, but he just grabbed my other arm, holding them both behind my back, pressing my chest into the floor. I pushed and pulled, I tried to turn left and right. If only I could turn over! I was grunting and gasping, sweating, using every ounce of my strength, but he just held me there, sitting on my legs with my arms pinned back until at last, after what seemed like an eternity of effort, I was exhausted and in tears. Tears of frustration and the utter humility of being helpless.

He felt me relax and go limp, my strength and will depleted. Pinning my arms at my side, he lay on top of me, covering me and pressing me into the hardwood floor with his entire body. In my exhausted state, it was all I could do to breathe with all his weight on me. He whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling me,

“Easy, boy. Take it easy, now. Everything’s going to be fine. I only wanted to help you out ... We have a great opportunity here...”

I had given up. My face was wet with tears, my nose was running. As he was talking - was it his tone of voice or just my exhaustion? - I felt all my rage dissipate and a sense of peace come over me.

Despite his weight on my back, I found I was breathing easier now. In fact, his weight began to feel more like a balm than a threat, no longer oppressive but almost reassuring, as if he were protecting me. There was something warm and intimate about his posture, lying on me like that.

I had lost. I had surrendered. In some way, it felt like I had surrendered myself. To him. It was completely humiliating. But, oddly, it had an intoxicating effect, like an opiate, and I realized that I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of his strength holding me down, pressing my body into the floor.

I could feel his groin pressing into my ass. It seemed to be wedged right into my ass-crack. The pressure on my cock, pressed tightly against the hard floor was making it swell. Feeling it stiffen made me conscious of his cock, there, above me. Behind me. His cock. The conqueror, my oppressor’s cock, pressing into the crack of my ass. Or was I just imagining it?

A small portion of my strength having returned, I squirmed a little to get my hard-on better aligned under me. My movement must have pressed my ass back against Mason, because his soft voice came again, murmuring in my ear.

“Hmm, you like that?”

And I felt, distinctly now, the shape of his long, thick cock pressing down, parting the cheeks of my ass. For some reason, it did not repulse me. Quite the opposite, in fact. It felt reassuring, as if to say, ‘It’s okay, see? I like you; I won’t hurt you.’

He continued to speak quietly in my ear as he held me immobile beneath him.

“That’s better. Yes, relax, that’s it...” His breath was warm in my ear. “I have big plans, Jack, plans that include you.” He chuckled softly. “I was going to offer you a position under me ... but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

I stifled a groan as I perceived his irony.

“Not that I mind, though,” he went on. “I kind of like you like this.”

He pressed his pelvis forward, pushing his now enormous erection hard against my perineum and along my entire ass-crack. I squirmed under this gentle assault, trying to resist, but unsure whether I really was resisting, as a part of my mind insisted I should.

“Yeah, buddy, that feels good,” my oppressor whispered breathily in my ear.

“Nooo...” I tried to deny both his words and the wave of pleasure that surged through my cock as his erection settled in, fitting itself snugly into my crack, pushing my cheeks apart and pressing hard against my tender virgin anus.

He rocked his pelvis back and then forward again, creating more friction, through his pants and mine, on my sensitive anal flesh and causing my cock to compress thrillingly against the hard floor within the already confining layers of my boxers and my trousers.

“Nooo,” I moaned again, futilely, as I felt, with a surprising detachment, like observing from afar, the crazy tremors of an orgasmic eruption in my pants. My cock exploded in four ... five ... six mad spurts of hot, thick ejaculate.

Mason, feeling my spasms, simultaneously squeezed me tighter with his arms and rocked his pelvis back, lessening the pressure on my ass and cock but, in the process, he teased my tingling ass-flesh with another stroke of friction.

“That’s it!” he whispered, “Let it go.” He and I both felt my body shudder in orgasmic abandon. He continued to hold me like that for a couple of minutes, I guess, until my breathing returned to normal.

“Wow, Jack, that was pretty amazing,” Mason said, rolling off of me and getting to his feet. He reached a hand out to me as I turned over, an offer to help me up.

“That was unexpected!” He smiled at me as I took the proffered hand and stood up. “But I’m really glad it happened.”

He picked up the towel and bent down to wipe up the wet spot my face had made on the floor.

“It might actually help, too...” he continued, straightening up and looking at me. “We’re talking about an acquisition, but what I have in mind is a lot like a partnership.” He put his hand on my shoulder to steer me. “Come with me; I want to show you something.”

I’m sure my face was red with shame. I felt so completely humiliated. I glanced down and saw what I felt: a big spreading wet spot in the front of my pants. Not only had I been beaten in a fight, but I had been sexually aroused by it! ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ I thought, ‘I’m not gay!’

My humiliation was made even more acute by the fact that I had cum! And the fact that Mason knew it!

I glanced at him as he turned toward the doorway, calm and collected. ‘He must know how humiliated I am,’ I thought, and yet he was acting as if nothing unusual had happened. As I followed him, tall and imposing, even half-dressed as he was, I felt a sense of relief.

I was thankful that he hadn’t ridiculed me, that he wasn’t torturing me in my disgrace. After all, I had assaulted him! I had meant him grievous bodily harm. He could have me arrested and thrown in jail. I was deeply ashamed. I admired his composure and was grateful for it. I followed him, walking behind his straight, muscled back, noting how it tapered so elegantly into his well-fitting shorts.

We walked from the foyer, through an expansive living room, as he spoke in a completely natural conversational tone.

“We’ll talk about the details later, but I’m proposing to foot the bill to have a valuation of your company done and then buy you out at market value. I want to use your company’s holdings ... and you ... to give me a dominant position in the residential market here.”

He paused a step to let me catch up to him and, turning to face me, he continued, “I’ve been impressed with your operations. And with you.” He ignored my blushing.

“I’m thinking that when the acquisition is complete and fully integrated, I would move you over to be the director of operations for the entire company.” He smiled at my awed expression.

“Now, before you say anything, keep in mind that you would be paid a salary and bonuses commensurate with that role. And that’s on top of the lump-sum payment for buying the shares of your company.”

I was surprised, to say the least. My mind began to race, calculating the financial benefits, while my heart was still fluttering with the emotional mix of shame and relief. Not to mention, the uncertainty: who was this man? why should I trust him?

We had crossed the living room entered a doorway into what looked like his private gym. Along one wall was a rack with weights of all sizes and there were several pieces of exercise equipment spaced around the room. The opposite wall was a giant mirror; it was covered, floor to ceiling, by mirror panels, giving the illusion of an enormous space. He turned us to face the mirror.

“Here’s what I want to show you.” Our reflections stood side by side, surprisingly similar. He looked like a slightly larger, more mature version of me. Not that our facial features were all that much alike, but our build, coloring, and proportions looked oddly congruent. Of course, he was half naked and I was fully dressed.

As if reading my mind, he said, “Let’s get those clothes off.” And he actually reached over and began to loosen my tie.

If I hadn’t still been in a kind of daze, I would have thought it bizarrely inappropriate. But I was kind of in awe of him and so swept up by his optimism and his positive energy that I was seemingly helplessly buoyed along in its wake. I stood there like a child, as he unbuttoned my shirt. I took over at that point and removed my shirt and undershirt so that I would be bare-chested like him, and turned to lay them on the nearby weight bench.

Turning back, I found that Mason had removed his shoes and was taking off his shorts. So I undid my pants, took off my shoes and socks and slipped my pants and underwear off too. We were both naked. I had no idea why, I just felt that I owed him my compliance, obedience even. Were we going to have sex? After what had already occurred, it wouldn’t have surprised me.

Now our reflections, side by side, were naked. Again, the similarities between us were apparent. Add two inches to my height, a little grey at the temples, and turn the slightly softer contours of my torso to chiseled pecs and abs and you’d practically have twins.

I looked at his cock in the mirror. Unlike mine, it was flaccid, hanging loosely, rather impressively, I thought, between his muscular thighs, over his also low-hanging balls. A beautiful package. (Did I actually think that?) Mine was stiff, pointing straight out - damned if I know why - but his, even though soft, looked just as long and a little thicker too.

Mason put his arm around my shoulder and drew me closer so our shoulders touched. “We’re a lot alike, you and I,” he said, “Do you see that?”

“Yes, I noticed that before,” I replied with as respectful a tone as I could render, “but you’re bigger ... And stronger,” I added.

“True,” Mason confirmed, “In fact, I’m better in almost any way you want to measure.” He was staring straight into my reflected eyes.

“Better?” I asked, feeling stupid for saying it aloud.

“Sure,” he said matter-of-factly. “Taller, stronger, richer, smarter, better educated, more successful...” He turned to face me; his expression was kind despite his sober words, which I couldn’t refute.

“But you’re a good man. I’ve done my homework; I know you’re just the man to help me reach my goals.” He had a hand on each of my shoulders now as we faced each other.

“Are you willing to give it your consideration?” he asked, giving my shoulders a gentle squeeze.

“Uh ... yes,” came my rather halting reply. I was confused, feeling humiliated but also complimented, and I had been disarmed by the somewhat comradely intimacy of the moment.

“Sure ... Of course. I’ll think it over and discuss it with my wife.” At the mention of my wife, I had a twinge of guilt, and I looked at Mason to gauge his reaction, but saw none.

“Good, good,” he said beaming his charming smile. “That’s all I’m asking.” His smile seemed to take a rakish turn.

“Well, that’s maybe not all...” He reached for his cock and held it out. It was bigger than before. “Maybe you’d like to return the favor?”

It was clearly just a question, not a demand. Up to me to decide. I knew he was referring to the fact I had cum and he hadn’t. The odd thing was that, although I had never had a gay thought in my life, I was actually attracted to his cock, so like mine in all its proportions, just substantially larger!

Plus, whether it was reasonable or not, I felt deeply beholden to him, not only because he had forgiven my foolish attack and my humiliating defeat, but now also for the implicit compliment he had given me in his business proposal. And I was aroused - who can say why?. But how could I reciprocate? What should I do?

I gazed at the beautiful, swelling cock he was offering, and then I knew what to do. I reached out to touch it as I got down on my knees and knelt before him. It felt right. My humility demanded it. My gratitude warranted it.

I squeezed the thick flesh gently, fondly in my hand. I felt its girth and heft; the size of his cock served as confirmation. It was true; he was better than me. His cock was better, and worthy of adulation. I kissed it on its open slit. The head of his cock seemed just as warm and welcoming to my kiss as Anna’s lips had ever been. I inhaled the scent of his cock and my mouth opened to give it a real kiss. Wet, with tongue.

My head was spinning slightly, dizzy with desire. I opened wider and engulfed the large shapely head, my tongue feeling the groove and ridge underneath, tasting the salt of his sweat and the musk of his maleness.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing! Wasn’t it a little bit crazy that I loved it? But I definitely wanted to do this, to suck his cock! Even more than that, I wanted to make him cum. Is this what it’s like to be a cocksucker? I asked myself.

As I allowed his delicious cockhead to fill my mouth, prompting the urge to suck more earnestly, I felt I could be his cocksucker at least. I knew this wouldn’t be a one-off. I knew I would want to do this again.

I admired his self-assurance. He was relaxed and he let me go at my own pace. I experimented as I sucked him, enjoying the feel and flavor of his pre-cum; I tried to take more of his length, probing my limits, and backing off as my gag reflex kicked in.

I settled into my comfort zone, with his cock about a quarter-way into my mouth, the head fitted snugly into the arch of my palate and my tongue avidly compressing and caressingly stroking the sensitive underside of his thick flesh as I sucked deeply and hungrily. It felt amazing!

To steady myself, I placed my hands on the back of his thighs. That seemed to make the act even more intimate. My hard cock began to throb more strongly. I looked up at him as I sucked and he smiled down on me benevolently as our eyes locked.

“Mmmmm,” I murmured, gazing deeply into his eyes, wishing to convey my gratitude to him as I concentrated my efforts to stimulate his cock as pleasingly as I possibly could. “Mmmmm,” I repeated involuntarily, surprised at the delicious flavor and texture of the pre-cum that had suddenly begun to flow more copiously from his amazing cock.

He placed his hand gently on top of my head and petted it, softly ruffling my hair. His cock became noticeably bigger and harder.

And then it happened! I thought I was ready, but nothing could have prepared me for the joy I felt at his cumming. His cock swelled and spurted, again and again; my eyes were locked with his and I marveled at his composure while his cock just came and came.

I felt a tremor in his legs, though, and my cock too began to spurt, as if in imitation of its new idol. I swallowed and swallowed, overwhelmed as much by the pride of my accomplishment as by the incredible volume and the thick, creamy texture of his load.

“Ahh ... good, Jack. That was good,” Mason sighed.

“Thank you, sir!” I beamed up at him, truly grateful. I hadn’t planned to call him “sir,” but it seemed appropriate. He was superior to me, right? - we’d already established that - and I was so incredibly grateful. He had been kind to me: he could have hurt me physically, justifiably; he could have humiliated me; and now he had allowed me the pleasure of serving him in this extremely intimate way.

And he had rewarded me with both verbal praise and the fluid proof of his genuine satisfaction - you can’t fake that! I was absurdly happy.

“Jack, that was your first time?” he asked.

“Yes...” I blushed again. “ ... I liked it...”

Mason chuckled, “Pretty fucking good for a first try! Real promise, there Jack. You’re going to get really good at this, I can tell.”

“Thanks, Mason,” I replied, my heart thrilling at the obvious implication. It made my cock hard again.

“I couldn’t be happier with this turn of events, Jack. It’s beyond what I had hoped for.” He grabbed a clean towel off the rack and handed it to me as I rose to my feet.

“Let's clean up while we discuss the other item.” He ruffled my hair again, affectionately. “I didn’t expect you to be so fucking submissive,” he said, smiling brightly. “That’s really going to make this so much easier.”

I began wiping the drool from my chest, puzzling over the implications and the realization that I really had been behaving submissively - why? As if to prove the point, he gave my ass a proprietary swat as I bent down to wipe my cum off my legs.

Why were these feelings of gratitude and admiration so strong, and why were they so sexually arousing? I was having a lot of trouble thinking straight; maybe that was because I was riding a post-orgasmic high. And my cock was hard again - God only knows why - plus I was still savoring the taste of his cum. Not surprising that I was confused about what he meant by ‘“the other item.”

“Let’s talk about your wife, Jack,” he said by way of explanation, his voice more serious now, “Isn’t that what you came here for?”

I swallowed hard and felt a rush of guilty anxiety. What does he want with Anna? How could I have just forgotten all about her? What was I doing with this guy? Is he for real? Is he nuts?

“If I haven’t told you before, you’ve gotta know that Anna is just about the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen,” Mason continued earnestly. “You have a priceless gem there.”

“I know!” I retorted, somewhat sharply, my already emotional state becoming even more tumultuous. “But what do you want her for?”

No use beating around the bush, I figured; he had made it clear enough that he was after her. I wasn’t angry about it. Not any more. But I was seriously worried that Mason was going to destroy my marriage. To the only girl I had ever loved! It seemed to me that that was totally in his power. After all, look what he had done to me!

It was so confusing; I was suddenly struck by another doubt: what about my relationship with him? It felt like there was now a thing between Mason and me. And I didn’t want to lose that, either!

Mason again put his hand on my shoulder. It felt warm and calming in spite of my fear. He turned to face the mirror again; I followed suit, and once again we were side-by-side, looking into each other’s reflected eyes. We were still naked. I noticed that my cock had deflated considerably.

“I’m a lot older than you, Jack,” he began. He kept his hand on my shoulder as if to ensure my attention to his words. “I’m beginning to think about the arc of my career, of my life, really, and about my legacy.”

He glanced sideways at me briefly; I kept my eyes on his face in the mirror. I remembered reading about his plan to set aside a large tract of good development land to build low-cost housing and establish a not-for-profit agency to administer it.

“I’ve been married twice,” he continued, “but marriage isn’t something I’m cut out for.” He smiled, a bit ruefully. “Probably the only thing I’m not good at.”

Did I hear a note of real humility or was it just sarcasm? Either way, it made me smile a little.

“I really want to have kids, Jack, but the women that would be the best mothers don’t want me as a father. And they’re right. My wives were both incredible women, but they didn’t want to be moms, and in the end, I realized I wouldn’t want them raising my kids; they were too much like me - driven, ambitious ... Besides, we all know kids need a dad as well as a mom.

“So, this is where you and Anna come into it. I think you’re the perfect couple.” He turned to face me; I too made a quarter turn to face him.

“Here’s what I want. I want Anna to be the mother of my children, but ... but I don’t want that to affect your marriage.”

He paused to let that sink in. “I want you to be their father, Jack. You’ll be a great dad, just as Anna will be a great mom.”

My head was spinning again. A voice inside me was screaming, ‘No, you can’t have her!’ but another part of me was seeing the logic of his proposition. But what was in it for me? My cock began swelling again as I thought of the intimacy Mason and I had already shared.

“Look at me, Jack,” Mason said with a note of authority I hadn’t heard from him before. “Don’t you want the best for Anna? If you love her, why would you deny her a better lover? You know I’m the better man.”

He stared at me, challenging, as I absorbed his words. What could I say to talk him out of it? Did I really want to? After all, it was true, he was better. And I couldn’t deny that the thought of my Anna in his arms, being fucked by him, was simultaneously frightening and arousing.

As if reading my mind, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “It wouldn’t mean that you and I couldn’t have a special relationship too. To make his meaning clear, his hand dropped from my shoulder, down my back, and gave my ass-cheek a gentle squeeze.

My cock jumped to attention, brushing against his thigh. I moaned in response. I knew he had won me over. And he did too. At least for now ... I doubted I could sustain this belief once I was out of his presence.

“But what about Anna? What if she doesn’t want this? We can’t make her go along with it if she doesn’t,” I finally answered.

“Jack...” he said with the deepest sincerity, “Jack, I know you haven’t known me long, but do you really think I would make her do anything against her will?” His hand was gently massaging my ass, keeping me keenly aroused. “Have I forced you to do anything you didn’t want?” He removed his hand from my ass and his voice sounded troubled as he asked, “What kind of man do you take me for?”

“No ... no, I didn’t mean...” I responded quickly, not sure how to express my fears without upsetting the connection I felt had been forged between us.

“It’s just ... well, it’s just not anything I ever thought ... I mean, how can I tell her? What if she says no? How do I convince her that this is right?”

I honestly thought it was impossible. Mason had already upset Anna badly - she had expressed that clearly to me more than once.

Mason smiled. “Don’t you worry about that. Just leave it to me.” He exuded confidence and optimism once again.

“All you need to say is that you want her to meet me. I’ll do the rest.” He put an arm around my shoulder. “I want you two to come to dinner here tomorrow night. Can you do that?”

I didn’t see why not. I thought she’d be apprehensive, but wouldn’t refuse me if I told her it was important. Plus, I would be there with her. “Yes,” I replied, “I think so.”

“Good, Jack,” he said, giving me a squeeze with the arm around me. “That’s my boy!”

He disengaged and said, “Why don’t you get dressed? I’m going to go get a copy of the prospectus for my non-profit to give to Anna. You can tell her I want her to be in charge of getting it set up.”

“Oh!” I was surprised. “She’ll like that!” I was also very pleased. “She has a Master of Social Work degree.”

“Yes, Jack. I know.”

When I got home, I found Anna waiting for me anxiously.

“What happened? What took you so long?”

“Well, Mason and I had a long talk,” I replied calmly. “It wasn’t what I expected, but it was actually very positive. He wants to buy our company and keep us on; sounds like a great deal for us.”

“You had a business discussion?!” she asked incredulously.

Obviously, I had some explaining to do. “Well, I was really angry when I got there, but it turns out he’s a really nice guy...”

“A nice guy?!”

“Yes,” I replied firmly. “An exceptionally kind and intelligent man.”

“Coulda fooled me!” she exclaimed. “You didn’t hear what he said to me!”

“Well, maybe he didn’t express himself so well...” I didn’t like the way this was going, so I tried a tack that occurred to me then. “Maybe he found you intimidating.”

She snorted dismissively. “Why? Why would he be intimidated? It sure didn’t sound like it!” She was still defiant, but I detected a note of puzzlement. “You don’t know. You weren’t there!”

“Well, all I can tell you is that he did say you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.” I let that sink in before adding, “And he wants you to head up a non-profit housing organization.” I held the prospectus out to her.

“What?! Why me?” But she took the prospectus from me and looked at the cover. “Low-cost housing?” She sounded curious.

“Yes, read it over tonight. I’m interested in your appraisal. I think he will be too.” I glanced at her face, now absorbed in flipping through the pages. “You can discuss it with him tomorrow. He’s invited us to dinner.”

She didn’t answer, but sat down on the couch and began reading. ‘Well, so far, so good’ I said to myself.

That night I cuddled her in bed, but we didn’t have sex. She had sent some signals of receptivity which would ordinarily have sealed the deal, but it just didn’t feel right to me that night.

I held her, spooning her, kissing her graceful neck while feeling her soft ass against my hard cock, but with no urge to put it in her. I kept thinking about his hand on my ass, how good that had felt, and how his cock had looked and felt. How would it look and feel to her, I couldn’t help wondering as we cuddled contentedly, drifting into sleep.