Meeting My Mistress Chapter 66

Keith is assigned as the family escort to their winery. After more than 10 years of not setting foot on the property. The Mumford family returns to find their house remodeled, the garage is expanded to a new four-car garage and an indoor pool connected to the house. And large detached pole barn with four garage doors.

The vineyard fields have been well maintained, and there's new farming equipment in the barn.

When Keith and Mr. Mumford went to check the garages, they found two newer Cadillac Escalades, a 2019 Sheby GT-350 Mustang, and 57 Chevy 2-door coupe fully restored. The house garage had Sally Preston's personal BMW 7 series sedan and Lexus 460 F-Type.

Mrs. Mumford and Cherrie found the house completely modernized. The kitchen, bathrooms, and lighting throughout the house were all updated. The house was over a hundred years old but you'd never know it with the additions and new foundation under it.

Most of their old things are still untouched, still stored in the addict. It's approaching harvest season and the grapes are almost ready. Keith complimented Mr Mumford on the land. In a newer pole barn, they found 6 4-wheel drive quads with trailers for the field hands to use.

Mr Mumford was a combination of sad and dumbfounded and happy. It was like winning the lottery and being stripped of his old ways of doing things. He teared up a bit.

Keith asked, " What's wrong?

My horses! We had 6 old paint horses. He said They were like family to me.

Keith said, you still have a Mustang you can ride.

Mr. Mumford said with a smile I always wanted a Mustang.

Keith and Mr. Mumford walked the entire property. Everything was updated and maintained.

Cherrie found a panic room on the second floor. After a call to the security company, they had a technician onsite an hour later.

After examining the court's paperwork and Keith's credentials, they opened it. They found jewels, artwork, and a couple of rare books.

They also found over a million in cash with passports. Keith confiscated the passports with false names. Keith left the cash.

Mr. Mumford asked why aren't you taking the cash? It's not illegal to have cash or anything else in here, but when he waved the passports, these were illegal.

Keith signed off on the transfer of all properties and took a list of found items back to court for ownership transfer. Keith said he needed to turn the passports to federal court for documentation.

Cherrie and Mrs. Mumford hugged Keith and thanked him.

Mr Mumford shook his hand and said thank you, son! You're a credit to your badge!

Maybe I'll see you at Hot August Nights in Reno this year. Said Keith.

You just might, said Mr. Mumford.

The party

Herman knows how to throw a party. The entire Coven and many of his friends were there. All the women were in thong bikinis and 6" heels or wedge sandals.

Charles and the guys were wearing trunks. Charles had pierced nipples and a double naval piercing when he showed up. I noticed he and Sophia had their tongues pierced.

Charles and Sophia were almost inseparable; It was sweet the way they were together. Amber, Annie, and Sara were fighting off the men right and left. Terri and Steve looked very happy together. Matt and Carol were very much in love. Mary and Sharon were joined at the hip. Alice and Lisa had their pick of a lot of men.

Sabine and Cathy met Charles's Doctor friends. They hit it off well. Herman started dating one of his nurses after his in-home care was completed.

Charles smoked a brisket half the size of a steer for Saturday and must have made 15 lbs of coleslaw. It was perfect weather, and Herman was a great host.

The house at night was a symphony of sexual music. Becky and I walked the beach in the moonlight. We kissed and rolled in the wet sands of warm Pacific Ocean waves crashing against our bodies. I used my tongue and worshipped her with mouth, lips, and tongue.

She thought of herself as fat and bloated with the bulge of our growing child. To me, she is the most beautiful woman in the world. After we showered that night I worshipped her body alone for 4 hours.

I passed out between her legs. When I woke it was past 10 am. Becky woke me with a blow job. A rare treat for me. I warned her that when I came, she caught it all and kissed me, giving it back. I was overjoyed I cried.

What's wrong? Becky asked.

Nothing, I am blissfully happy and in crazy love with you, I said. Becky, I can't live without you.

I feel exactly the same, Bree! Bree you always credit me and the Coven for saving your life. What you fail to see is you saved mine and Ian's, too. We were surviving, but we weren't living or thriving. Since your arrival, look around you. Everyone here is full of life and joy. All thanks in no small part to you. There's no way 2 years ago I'd been able to tackle everything we accomplished in these past several months.

I said nothing, smiling, crying I kissed her as deeply as ever. The return of her kiss was pure love.

Terri and Steve were side by side the whole time. Steve was always smiling. Terri looked incredible. A bit tall at 5"9 for a girl, but Steve was 6' 3". When Terri wore heels, they balanced out. Steve wasn't super muscular, but he was all ripped everywhere. By the look of his shorts, I'd say he was Big Boy too!

After lunch on Sunday, as people filtered out, Herman gave Rick, Keith, Ian, Terri, Steve, and me a peek at his car collection. Herman was a huge movie fan.

He had the Burt Renolds Trans-am's from Hooper and Smokey and the Bandit. He had the James Bond Dr No Austin Martin DB-3, Magnum's Ferrari 308. He also had the James Bond's 2006 Austin Martin DBS from Casino Royale. The Staple of his collection was the Yellow 32 Ford coupe from the movie American Graffiti.

Herman said the only car he wasn't able to retrieve was his beloved 57 Chevy. It was locked up before he could retrieve it from the winery.

Keith piped in. There's no reason you can't make an offer on it Herman.

True but those people had been through enough. I don't want to poach them.

It's not poaching if you make a straight-up and honest offer with Mr Mumford.

I know Keith, but it feels wrong.

Let me try as your proxy!

Are you serious?

As a heart attack. Did you have anything to do with the acquisition of the winery?

Hell no. I told her to stop messing with those people.

Good, what are you willing to pay for it? 150k maximum.

What's it worth?

About 65-75k. It's all original.

Mr Mumford is a good honest man. You should talk to him, Herman. You two have a lot in common.

I might do that, Keith.

Do you know if he misses anything from his winery?

His horses. Keith said.

I know a horse breeder, said Herman. He even has Cyldesdale and Arabians.

He had 6 old paint horses, he's a simple man, Herman.

I respect that! Said Herman.

After our tour, we headed back to our partners and started packing up. Our drive home was quiet. We were exhausted and quietly happy. Ian called the China Palace and ordered dinner for everyone. He stopped and picked it up as the rest of us headed home.

Terri and I separated the clothes for dry cleaning and laundry. We started all three machines and set the table.

Carol and Matt. Soaked in my Jacuzzi.

Becky went to shower. I was heading upstairs when my new phone rang. It was Russ.

Hey Russ.

Hey Bree.

What's up, Russ?

I just wanted to call and say thanks.

For what. Cherrie called me. She told me everything Your firm and Keith did for them. She invited me to the winery this coming weekend.

I thought maybe we could get a drink, I could meet your wife. Sounds good let me run it by her. I'd love you to meet her. Did you tell Cherrie about the info I provided you with?

No its not my place. Same ole Bree is tight-lipped as ever, Russ said.

Always I said. Well, Russ, I figured if you wanted me to tell her, you would have said something.

You're right, Bree! Russ, we're about to sit down for dinner. I'll call you this week.

Okay Bree, bye.

The following week Wednesday

I called Russ at my lunch break in between ballet and model training. We made arrangements to meet at San Fransico chop house for Dinner at 8 pm. Friday night.

Friday arrived. Cherrie and Russ showed up all smiles. Russ wore a Black double-breasted suit. It looked newer and tailored. Russ looked handsome and not as weary as the last time we met. Cherrie was dressed to the nines in a black one-shoulder evening gown and Prada pumps.
She looked fantastic. Russ was proud to have her on his arm. She'll be a lot prouder of him before the nights out, I thought to myself.

I was in a dark green bare-back gown with nude stockings and my Green Jimmy Choo 5" heels. My wife was in a black cherry Silk evening gown that had a single slit to the top of her thigh, with matching Lou Vuitton pumps.

We both wore our pearls. We had a great meal. Becky and I paid for everything even the drinks at the piano bar. Cherrie loved my Tattoos. We had too many to drink and had to call Ian and Terri to drive us home. Steve came too. They drove us all to our home, Cherrie and Russ spent the night in the guest room.

Saturday morning, After my morning routines, I put on my one-piece speedo and was doing laps in the pool when Russ and Cherrie came down.

Cherri was wearing my denim skinny jeans and my pink tank shirt with my pink mules. They saw me in the pool and brought out their coffee as I finished my laps.

I got out and said, good morning, guys! Sleep well?

They both blushed. Ian came out with coffee for me.

I said thanks, hero! I kissed his lips.

You're welcome, babe. Ian said.

Hero? Said Russ?

He's my hero, Russ!

How so!

The first weekend I was out here, Ian was with us at a bar. Two biker-looking guys jumped me into the ladies' room at a nightclub.

Ian saved me and kicked their asses. Since then, he has been my hero.

That's pretty caviar, Ian said to Cherrie.

It's the fun part of my job. Ian said.

You know Cherrie, Russ is a hero too! He saved my life more than once!

We saved each other's. Russ said trying to downplay it.

That's true but you also came up with the key evidence needed to tie Martin Compton and Sally Preston together. Add to that all the evidence needed to save Cherrie's family vineyard!

Russ blushed!

What! Why didn't you tell me! Cherrie exclaimed.

Cherrie, I have loved you since we were kids! I wanted you to love me for me, not because of what I did. Russ said.

Cherrie kissed Russ deeply. I saw the happy, go-lucky face of Russ "The Joker" return.

Ian says, let's show them our Garage. Come on, guys, this way.

Ian and I uncover our cars. Cherrie said very pretty. Russ's jaw just drops.

67 Chevelle SS 396. Beautiful ride Ian said Russ.

It's a family car. It was my grandfather's. He bought it after he returned from Vietnam.

Bree, holy shit, is that the same car? Yes, it is. My friend Brad redid all the sheet metal and paint.

That's not the best part. I said. I popped the hood.

Is that? Said, Russ!

Yes, it's an LS7 427 with 505 hp. It's more like 700hp now. It will be 10.9 seconds in quarter mile. I hope you be at Hot August nights in a few weeks. Said Russ.

We will be we already rented a house for the weekend.

Cherrie, will you be there? I asked.

I wouldn't miss it.

Russ is my hero, she pulled him close.

He's a great guy, Cherrie, take care of him for me. He saved my life years ago.

You saved mine too Bree.

After Ian finished making blueberry crepes for breakfast Russ and Cherrie headed to the winery.

Becky said I like him.

He's like Ian, always there when you need him, I said.

Ian smiled. I showered, changed, and started my yoga. Terri joined me as we watched Ian and Steve lift weights.

Hot August Nights. Reno Nevada

We had rented a house with a 4 car garage and a large circular driveway. We spent much of our time either cruising the strip or sitting and watching the cars go by.

We ate a great dinner at Bimini Steakhouse again. It was 2 days of cars and socializing. My dad trailed out his Mustang, and Terri brought her ZL-1.

Russ and Cherrie drove his Charger, and Becky and I drove my Camaro. Thank gosh it had air conditioning. Becky and Cherrie went shopping for part of the afternoon. Becky stocked up on designer maternity clothes.

Cherrie bought 2 designer evening gowns. It was a great weekend. My Dad and Russ really hit it off well. It sounded like my dad had a new fishing partner for life.

The following 12 weeks were tough on Amber Terri and I. Ballet was intense as was the runway training. Anyone that thinks walking the runway is easy doesn't have a clue.

Alexis was right when she said aerobics and pilates would seem easy in comparison to ballet and modeling. We started getting the routines down.

Weekends were spent with laps to the moon and back in the pool. Ian had Terri and me on vegan diets with fish on the weekend. My weight dropped to 125 lbs and Terri was 128 lbs. Ian worked our abs and asses to death.

Becky was noticeably pregnant. Our Baby girl was growing inside her. We were both excited. Terri took to HRT very well. She started developing nice curves. Steve was always with her in the evenings massaging her and making love.

Alexis sought to give us the weekend off in a couple of weeks. I asked Cathy about her offer for her parent's cabin. Cathy said she'd arrange it. I didn't want to bother the Mumfords. I told Cathy not to say anything to Becky. I wanted to surprise her with a romantic weekend before we got busy again.

When the weekend came I had Ian pack us up. When we finished work, Ian dropped off her car and took mine home. As we headed out of the city I sprung my surprise on her.

Bree, where are you going? Becky asked.

Napa Valley. I said.

Napa? But I can't, you can't.

Sure we can! It's all been arranged.

Where we staying?

You'll see! You trust me?

Of course, Bree, but I'm not packed. Ian packed us up.

Just relax my love. It's decompression time.

Bree?? Yes, my love?

What's going on?

Becky? Are you trying to ruin my surprise?

No, I just want to know what's going on.

What's going on in my love is that the more you ask, the more you ruin my plan.

Okay, baby, I'll shut up now.

Thank you, my love. Just shut your eyes. And I'll wake you when we stop.

Okay, Bree, you win.

Becky shut her eyes, and I drove for a couple of hours I found a nice surf and turf cafe. It was a bit crowded. I just figured that meant the food was good.

Becky slept in the car while they got us on the waitlist. The hostess said 30 minutes. I grabbed the seating pager and went back to the car. I woke Becky and said dinner time. I kissed her and smiled.

She said when?

25 minutes. She and I brushed our hair a bit and headed to the lady's room. We just finish freshening our lipstick when the buzzer goes off.

The hostess seats us in a dark booth toward the back. I take the seat facing the entrance. Our waitress takes our drink and dinner order, Iced tea. We both order the lobster. I look deep into Becky's eyes and say Becky I love you more deeply than words can say.

You saved my life, gave me a life, a family, and now our child. This weekend is my gift to you. Happy 1st Anniversary my love.

Bree... She smiles and starts to tear up a bit. My gosh, I forgot!

I whispered the husband always forgets and smiles. We giggle as she dabs her eyes. The waitress brings our order. Becky glows with joy throughout dinner.

We arrive at the cabin. It was dark when we arrived. I turned on the lights, and the floor was sprinkled with rose petals. There was a bouquet of roses on the table and in the bedroom.

Becky's mouth dropped, as did mine. There was a note. I picked up the note.

Becky said read it. I handed it to her. I said you read it.

The roses weren't my idea. The envolpe said to B and B!

Becky read, With love to my loving sister and best friend. Happy anniversary, Love C!

Carol! How'd she know? Asked Becky.

I've no idea, but I can guess, I added. Carol, like you my love, is a stickler for documentation.

Chances are she remembered the date we came together.

I opened the fridge. In it was a bottle of wine and a card. It said Happy Anniversary, Love Cathy.

Looks Like Carol and Cathy conspired to surprise us. Said Becky.

No surprise there. I said.

Becky sat down and had a bottled water as I unloaded the car. Ian thought of everything. He even packed two small coolers of food.

I stocked the fridge and unpacked our things. Becky was beginning to nod off to sleep.

I got her up and to the bedroom. Becky was exhausted. Being the mid-way through the third trimester was beginning to take its toll. Truth be told I loved her being dependent on me.

Pampering her, helping her. I was waiting on her almost hand and foot. She hated not being independent. But whenever she was frustrated Terri, Ian, and I stroked her belly and rubbed in cocoa butter. It is always a reminder about what's to come. That always cheered her up.

Saturday morning we woke early to a kicking baby and her need to use the toilet. We walked outside the cabin. The view was breathtaking. The cabin was on Hill overlooking a great deal of the vineyard.

The mist of the morning looked like clouds resting on the vines. I sat Becky down on the porch swing and prepared coffee for me and hot tea for her.

When I returned, she was swinging softly and smiling. I handed her tea and kissed her. I sat and placed a blanket over us. I wrapped my arm around her.

She rested her head on my breast in between sips of her tea. We sat in silence taking in the view. After several minutes my wife looked at me.

She said, thank you, Bree. I needed this. We needed this.

We finished our cups. And showered together. The shower was a tub/shower combo. It was a bit too tight for play. But I managed to wash and worship my goddess. I dressed her in a denim maternity dress and 2-inch heeled work-styled boots and dressed similarly in skinny jeans and 3-inch heeled boots, both with wide heels. We walked the edge of the fields with mist still in the air. The air smelled sweet and fresh. We held hands in silence taking everything around us. I brought us up here to slow down, that's exactly what we did.

We heard voices singing Italian in the distance; it was magical, like an open-air opera without hall reverberations. It made us smile. I had Becky sit on a rock to rest a bit.

Soon, I heard 2 small off-road quads coming down the path. They slowed down and stopped. It was Mr. and Mrs Pambini.

We introduced ourselves and thanked them for their hospitality. They thanked Becky for her generosity to Cathy. Becky said it was long overdue. They took us on a full tour of their property and invited us to lunch.

Lunch might as well have been a feast. Pasta salad, Italian vegetables everywhere. The chicken marsala was fantastic. Don't even get me started on stuffed portobello mushroom caps.

Becky and I sampled a little of everything. It was clear to us where Cathy gets her work ethic from. We chatted with them for about an hour.

Becky wanted to head back to lie down for a bit. Mr. and Mrs. Pambini took us back to the cabin on the little quads. Becky didn't enjoy the ride as much as I did but it was better than walking.

Again we thanked the Pambini's for everything. I laid Becky down. She was exhausted and a big lunch put her to sleep. I propped her legs as she slept on her back. I straightened the bathroom and prepared dinner for us, chicken Caesar's salad.

Ian, thoughtfully had already grilled the chicken. I sliced up tomatoes and made a plate of bree cheese and balsamic vinegar, which she and I love. I took a shower and re-did my makeup in evening style. I wore my LBD tank dress and black seamed stockings with my black heels.

Becky woke up while I was putzing around in the kitchen. I poured the bottle of champagne from the fridge. When the shower stopped, I grabbed her with a towel and smiled. I helped dress in a black maternity gown and brushed golden locks.

My makeup! She said.

You don't need it your glow is all you need. She smiled and kissed me. I took her arm and led her to the table. The fireplace was lit up, and two candles lit on the table were only the lights in the cabin.

Ohhhh Bree!!! She said.

I placed my finger on her lips to silence her. She kissed my finger as I pulled out of her chair. She sipped the wine slowly. We had our salads and cheese plate.

She looked at me and just said, perfect!

I smiled at her and said you are perfect my love. After dinner, we sat in front of the fire, cuddled under a light blanket. The nights are cool in the valley. I massaged her belly.

I talked to our daughter in her belly. Becky always thought it was cute and funny. She giggled every time I did it. I loved it. Finally, it was late. I tucked her in and she was out.

I laid out our things for the morning. Cleaned the kitchen. I let the fire die in the fireplace. I packed up everything else and cuddled beside her and I was out too.

We slept a little late that morning. I woke up and did my normal routine. When I returned, she was on her back, still asleep. She glowed like an angel. I gently spread her legs.

I slide a pillow under her firm ass. I begin my worship. I start soft as always; this time, I do soft for a long time. She twitched a bit but stayed asleep. I felt her cum just before she awoke. She strokes my hair and coos her sweet approval of my attention. I continue playing a long, soft, loving service. Building her slowly to another orgasm. I held her on edge for almost ten minutes. I fight my urge to increase speed or depth of service.

She's moaning with a newfound passion. Bree, Bree, she continues to repeat my name. She's almost begging me. Oh, Gawd, Bree, please, please, Breee, gawd!!!!! Breeeeee!!!!!!! I increase my actions and probe deeper. Sending over the edge. I made her ride the orgasm until she dried up. She signals me up to her. I straddle her body. We're nipple to nipple as we kiss passionately. I wanted to ensure she knew that she and only she was my goddess, my soulmate.
My reason to live.

As our breathing slows she plays with my nipples as I play with hers. We profess our love for each other. I start the shower and we wash one another. I dried us off and helped her with her hair. I laid her on the bed and treated her belly to a coconut butter rub down. As she lay quietly, I prepared a small breakfast of yogurt, fruit, and coffee. I got dressed in my low-rise skinny jeans and boots with a half-tank top.

As I walk into the bedroom, she stares at me.
Bree, I have to say, your stomach looks good enough to eat. I love those dermals too. And that ass of yours looks so round. Come here! She smacked my ass. It's a rock; she squeezes my ass. I love that Ass.

About 10 weeks ago Amber talked me into dermals. She gave me 4 on each hip and two in my back dimples. Mine were done in cubic zircons, or so I was told! Amber said it would be best if had matching body piercings for the hair show. We Have 3 weeks before the competition. We're ready. Alexis went as far as to add pole dancing to our training.

We ate breakfast. As Becky got ready I cleaned the cabin. I did a quick check of everything. I made myself up. I put on my hot pink zip-up hoodie and loaded the car. We stopped at the main house and thanked Mr and Mrs Pambini for their hospitality.

When Becky offered them a little something they turned it down. Mr. Pambini instead gave us a case of his chardonnay. By the way, his wine is excellent. We said our goodbyes and Mrs. Pambini hugged us. She asked us to invite Cathy back for a visit and asked us to come back for harvest next year after the baby was born.

We said we wouldn't miss it!

Once on the road, Becky professed.

Bree thank you for the perfect weekend. It was the best anniversary ever.

You're welcome I said. Now we have a problem, I said.

What's that? Asked Becky.

Where I come from, we have to figure out a gift for them.

That's easy! Said Becky. Flowers!

No flowers die I said. We need to get them something they'll use.

Something they want but would never buy for themselves. What do you have in mind, Bree? A bottle of Channel no. 5 for the Mrs and I saw an almost empty 5th of bourbon in their liquor cabinet.

Well, it better be a good brand of bourbon. I was thinking of Woodbridge Bourbon.
How do we get it there asked Becky. That's easy to send Cathy home early on a Friday to visit her parents. Or better give Cathy a Friday and a Monday off. The poor girl has hardly had a day off.

That's a great idea, Bree. We can give them their daughter for a weekend and their gifts.

The Pambini's 30th wedding anniversary is in two weeks, I said.

Bree, you're a genius!