Again her use of the word had floored me. It wasn't just that, but the slight almost undetectable smirk she had when she called me it. Nigel and I used to joke about Maureen putting on this posh accent. But now and then it would slip which made it all the more ridiculous. But she did have a certain presence around her. When we used to go to dinner she would make the maid get out all the napkins and the best crockery. Even the way she smoked those long coloured cigarettes was I suppose posh. She would hold one with the top of her arm against her side and bent at the elbow, the lower part of her arm would stick straight up with her hand level with her shoulder. Maureen was 5'10 or 11 I guess, and quite a stunner; even at 42 she turned a lot of young men's heads. She had dark brown shoulder length hair that was swept back over her head. She had deep brown almost black eyes, and tits about a D-cup. She always wore smart and expensive clothing that fitted well. Her skirts were normally knee length and she had muscular calves, she always wore heels, in fact I had never seen her in less than 3 inch stilettos. She had a graceful walk, and she was into dinner parties with quite well off friends. So you see for her to just come out with the word 'cunt' would have everyone who knew her absolutely shocked.
As for me I'm, 25, and 5'7 with C-cup breasts, long blonde hair, and quite a pretty face. Although I would have my nose made a little smaller if I could. My eyes are quite a bright sort of blue, and they do attract quite a few admiring glances. My hips and ass seem quite well proportioned, and I am a dress size 10 to 12 (UK). I suppose I never could live up to Maureen in the elegance department though.
Nigel and I had been married for 3 years, he is 23. And I'm afraid he wasn't my first choice. In fact I had been engaged to Gary until he went off with my best friend Faye; well she certainly wasn't after that. I married Nigel just 4 months after being dumped by Gary; this was a fact that didn't go down well with his mum. Nigel is you run of the mill guy. He's kind, likes a drink with the lads, and has a job at the council pushing pens. Sex with him was OK, nothing more nothing less. So when I bumped into Gary and he told me he and Faye had split, I began wishing I had waited. I suppose you already have me as some tart and I can't really refute it. But up until I met Gary I had never been unfaithful to Nigel. Oh I looked and flirted but I was usually with Nigel anyway. In fact we used to tease each other about it.
Now I know you already know what I'm going to say. Yes it was his fantasy for me to have sex with someone else. He didn't want to watch he just wanted me to tell him afterwards. So I did, and yes with Gary. Nigel knew who he was and said it must only be a one off. I was OK with that until it was time for me to leave the hotel. Knowing Gary had split up only made things worse. I had my cake and I wanted to eat it, all! We had sex for a few months, hotels, cars, even an alleyway. It was just like the old days when we would experiment. I would cry when I left him, trying to disguise my red eyes before I reached home. I couldn't even pretend that I was doing it for my husband if he caught me. He had cried in my arms the first night that I went with Gary. He didn't even want to know anything about it, probably because I was only supposed to be gone 2 hours. But I had stayed all night with my ex-fiancé. I promised him I would never see Gary again. I lied! Gary was reluctant at first but gradually I persuaded him to give up on Faye. And that was where you came in.
I have since found out they have go to Spain on holiday to try and patch things up. What makes it hurt even more was I was the one who booked the holiday, for Gary and me obviously. So now I'm left in rather a strange position. Living rent free in my husband and my house until it is sold. Even at the time all this was going on I knew I deserved it, so don't think I'm moaning about the mess I'm in. Well I'm sure I didn't deserve everything. But that is for you to judge if you want?
Saturday at 7 I answered the door. OK I was dressed ready to go out, but I only had about £12 most of that was in change.
"Changed your mind then?"
She didn't wait for my answer. She began making a fuss over the blonde with the wagging tail!
"Look Maureen would you have Sammy, I mean it would make sense wouldn't it?"
She shot me an evil stare, "You know my husband is allergic to dogs. That is why we could never let Nigel have one."
"Sorry I forgot. How is Nigel?" I asked looking down embarrassed.
She straightened up smiling.
"My son is out with a young lady tonight. I finally persuaded him to date that nice Matthews girl; you know her family own the 4 food shops?"
OK she was digging at me again but I really need to talk to Nigel.
"Would you ask him to phone me please?"
"No."
That was it! A one word answer, and then she went back to talking to the bloody dog! I felt no bigger that a bloody ant, in fact I might have received more attention if I was.
"So how much money have you got for tonight Diane?"
Her question stumped me but I answered all the same.
"£12 I think."
That bloody eyebrow went up again.
"So would you like some pocket money? I assume you haven't found employment yet?"
"Yes I would, and no I haven't," I replied.
She sat down, again making wait like some naughty schoolgirl before she responded to my answer. I watched her kick off her shoes.
"Go and put them in the hall for me," she instructed.
I resisted the temptation to tell her to do it herself. I picked up her shoes and took them to the hall. When I came back Sammy was licking her nylon clad toes.
"Oh that's good my Sammy, here have a treat," she said with a chuckle, and she threw him a dog biscuit, and then another.
She watched him eat it then she reached in her bag and pulled out a bone. Now I thought letting the dog lick her feet was bad, and completely out of character for her posh image. This was the same woman who wouldn't wash up one single cup without putting on a rubber glove first!
"Out to the garden with the bone little Sammy," she cooed.
He raced off with the bone, god I hated him for that, he never did what I asked! She turned her attention to me like I was second on her list; well I was I suppose, wasn't I?
"So how much do you need for tonight £30, £40?"
I couldn't answer not because I didn't know; it was the thought of her handing over money to me!
"Well I suppose I wouldn't worry £50 seeing as it's your treat."
Jesus I felt like Sammy but fuck her if she thought I was going to jump up and down!
"That would be great thank you Maureen," I grovelled.
"So here you are living rent free. Money must be tight for you with all those bills to pay."
"I need to ask Nigel for a little more help with the bills. Would he," I stopped before she gave me an answer that I knew wouldn't I wouldn't like.
She took a big breath pumping up for something. I was just stood there like a twerp waiting for the notes to come flying out of her purse.
She fixed her eyes onto mine, "you know Sammy only licked my left foot, maybe you would lick my right foot."
I tried to shut my mouth but my jaw seemed glued to the floor.
