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Vamptember Day 7 - Free Day

Marius/Armand/Pandora RATED E!!!!!!!!!!

{Pool boy Armand x Lonely House Husband Marius x Absentee Dom Pandora phoning it in} ((Also voyeurism, verbal humiliation, Sugar Parents!))

There’s something amiss when Marius hovers by the front window with his morning coffee.

Huge ugly van in the driveway with a dented bumper. He sips, and thinks it over, trying to decide if it’s worth a fuss.

They know they’re not supposed to park in the driveway. In fact, most of the time he doesn’t even realize they’re here. Occasionally he catches a glimpse of one of them coming or going, in their ugly uniforms with the sweat patch on the back of their polos. They know the code to the gate and let themselves in, and come and go, and the pool is always pristine and Marius never has to worry about it.

But he sips at his coffee, and pulls his phone from his pocket, takes a picture to send his wife.

Probably a new guy, she texts back. Cut them some slack. Do you want me to call?

She always knows the best way to navigate these things. But he tells her no, that he can handle it. It’s the least he can do while she’s out there doing her thing.

He heads towards the back of the house, hovering in the sun room door where he can see the pool. A new guy. He sets his coffee to the side and comes in closer, and his phone buzzes before he can decide what to do. Part of him thinks it will be the pool cleaning company, calling to apologize, but it’s Pandora’s face on the lock screen.

“You’re watching them, aren’t you?” she asks.

“Don’t you have your speech today?”

“In a few hours.” Her voice is soft and confident and sends a rush through his body. “So is it a new guy?”

“Yes…” Marius comes closer to the large window. “He’s not in uniform.”

“Oh my. Is he cute?”

Marius swallows.

“Yeah.”

“What is he wearing?”

Marius leans against the window frame. He palms over his cock where it’s starting to tent his pants.

“Shorts. Really short. His shirt is cut off, too. I can see his bellybutton.”

“Oh?”

“Red hair. A bit long.”

“I know you like that. Does he look like one of the boys in your paintings?”

“Yes, actually.”

It hadn’t been his first thought; Pandora always knows him too well. But he thinks of it now, watching how the boy crouches by the pool filter. A tattoo is sneaking out from the hem on his shirt, over his ribs. Marius can’t see it well enough from here, can’t tell what it is. It makes him modern, of course. Not like the paintings. But still familiar.

The boy folds one of his long legs beneath him, sitting on the edge of the pool as he fusses with the filter. He dips his other foot into the water and tucks a sweaty curl behind his ear.

“Are you turned on?” Her voice is reaching into that cold shade, the one she gets when they do this. He feels it in his spine. “You are, aren’t you? I can’t leave you alone for a minute, you know that?”

“I know…”

“You’re a complete creep. I should start bringing you on my trips because I can’t trust you by yourself. I can put you in a kennel and check you as baggage. They'll make you ride in the bottom of the plane.”

Marius swallows. He rubs at his pants again.

“Are you gonna jerk off? While this poor young man cleans your pool for you? You’re gonna watch him like a pervert?”

“Can I?”

Her laughter is throaty and sensuous. “Are you at least going to thank him when you’re done? For doing such a good job on our pool?”

“I will,” he’s unzipping his pants. “I promise.”

“Then you may.”

So it starts like that.

Pandora is away more than she’s home these days. It’s not the first time they’ve made arrangements like this. She talks him through it and says dirty things in his ear, and tells him to make sure he cleans his own cum off the glass instead of leaving it for the housekeeper.

His mind is clearer afterwards. And he finishes cleaning his own mess as the boy finishes cleaning the pool. Marius reaches for the sliding glass door to go thank him before he leaves, just as he promised, but he watches in disbelief as the boy strips off his crop top and dives in.

Unbelievable.

The boy is surfacing as Marius steps out onto the patio, and he doesn’t even have the dignity to look ashamed. Like he’s not doing anything wrong.

“This is a first,” Marius says. The boy grins at him and shakes his hair out of his face.

“It’s ninety-five degrees today, sir.”

Marius wants to be offended but he admires the boldness. He winds up getting the boy’s name (Armand) and telling him to enjoy his swim for as long as he’d like (he lingers for a half hour), and he calls the number on the side of the van to request Armand for the rest of the summer.

And same next week; Pandora on the phone, and jerking off in the sunroom. This time, he brings Armand a towel and invites him inside for a smoothie. The week after that, Armand knocks gently on the sunroom door when he’s finished, and before the morning is through he’s bent over the marble kitchen counter while Marius licks and sucks at his hole. He moans and whimpers and tastes like chlorine.

The first time they fuck, with Armand splayed across the couch, Marius finally sees his tattoo. Some archaic Orthodox iconography, and Armand laughs a little as Marius sucks at it. He can feel where the ink raised his skin, and he asks if Armand enjoys being so unholy.

Pandora knows about it. She asks for pictures. Armand poses while he rides Marius’s cock, holding his hair out of his face as he jerks himself off. There’s a day, towards the end of the summer, when Pandora asks to speak to him and talks him through how to restrain Marius to the bedposts, and which toys to use on him until he cries.

The next week she’s on speaker, the phone on the pillow next to Armand’s head. Every step of the way she asks Armand if it’s what he likes, and then commands Marius to do it. Is he pleasuring you, dear? she asks, and keeps reminding him You can tell me if he’s not doing a good job. It’s his only job, he’s absolutely useless.

She tells Marius to finger him slowly, to suck on his nipple. Asks Armand to confirm that he’s choking when he takes Armand’s cock down his throat.

Good boy, she says, and Marius doesn’t know which one of them she’s talking to.

Towards the end of the summer, as Armand is getting dressed, Pandora asks if he’ll be closing up the pool next week. He says it’s not really his job, they’ll send someone else. He can come clean it one last time, though, if they need.

He’s going back to college. Studying art history. Pandora asks him if he’s got all his books and Venmos him when he says his financial aid check hasn’t cleared yet.

All summer Armand has been a bit cocky. Provocative and confident. But he blushes as his phone buzzes from the Venmo notification, and he gives Marius a long hug before he leaves.

All summer he’s been cute and sultry and strutting around their house half naked. His bare feet always leave wet foot prints around the edge of the pool that bake away in the sun, and Marius always stares at his arches. He likes the way Armand pads quietly around their house, barely making a sound. He likes the stripe of his midriff that always peeked out, tanned and clean and tasting like pool water.

Marius invites him to come back any time. Invites him to Thanksgiving and Christmas and anything else. Says not to hesitate to ask if he needs help with school, or his rent, or food. And he does come by, more and more. He even finally meets Pandora in person.

He’s cute wearing nothing but he’s cute in sweaters, too.

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