These stories may be true or just a fragment of my warped mind, that's entirely up to the reader to decide. The events are pretty much as I remember them adapted into a story to spice them up a little. Happy reading.
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I woke with a sense of betrayal, trying to get my head around it. How bloody stupid can one have been, leaving the phone switched on. I had discovered it shoved up behind the sink unit wedged between the pipes and cross member. I'd heard it a couple of times before, a soft vibrating noise and put it down to bad pipes. How bloody daft was I. If I hadn't broken the door, I'd be none the wiser.
But there it was a Nokia pay as you go. Locked of course. I plugged in my wife's usual pins and after the third attempt it came to life. Just two numbers, no names. But plenty of messages that revealed quite a lot. I'd had my suspicions of infidelity and now, it was all confirmed as I checked some of the dates on the calendar.
The ones that really interested me were, 'Hey, would you fuck a black guy'.
'Maybe why?'
'wondering if you're interested in doing a threesome. Me and my black mate, after work'
'Yes.'
'Hey, can we both do you bare, or condoms?'
'Both bare if you want'
I remember that day alright, that was the evening she came home shattered but with a bubbly look on her face and went straight in for a shower. The text messages indicated an event happening every three-five weeks or so. That fitted in with most of her Tuesday or Sunday overtime shifts. So now I knew, that would explain when I think about it, why we never had sex on a Saturday, Monday, or the Wednesday after or before an event. I pushed the phone back into its hiding hole and thought lucky cow.
I should've been angry, but in a strange way, it made up I guess, for my infidelity with Natalie, and those that would follow. Not that I had planned anything, not with Natalie anyway, but there was Sandra, also from my wife's works and then of course, there was Charlotte, the Asda girl. But more on that later.
Natalie.
I can't quite recall when I noticed a few of my wife's work mates eyeing me, but it was sometime after my wife hosted one of those Ann Summer events at our flat. I remember that evening, I had forgotten all about it and burst in on them. I was quickly banished to the kitchen with a flea in my ear. But I overheard little Sandra saying something about not being able to have children and one or two other things, from other girls but for now it meant nothing.
I was at that time, an evening supervisor in the engineering department of the local bus company and in the early stages of becoming a driving instructor. I also used to do some Ad-Hoc driving for my wife's retail store, nothing exciting, just run a few things up to the warehouse on a Saturday or Sunday and every now and again run equipment and /or staff to other locations.
So, it was for that reason I was allowed access to areas the public weren't allowed. I parked my car in the staff car park and buzzed myself in through the staff entrance and signed myself in. My purpose was both personal and business. I intended to spend lunch with my wife Ellen, and sort out dates I could do some driving.
I walk through the shop and saw and spoke to some of the staff I knew and headed to my wife's department aware of one or two girls looking at me and I suspected whispering to each other. I didn't know them personally, but one of them I recognised from the Ann Summers event. She was a strawberry blond, quite attractive if it wasn't for her glasses, I say even sexy looking, Helen I think the wife called her. Married according to her finger.
I smiled back at her walking towards the rear of the store and my god, there was her younger sister Louise, looking incredibly attractive with her ginger hair up in plaits, putting stuff from a basket on the bottom shelfs. Then the store manager Richard appeared. I found a copy of my available dates and as we chatted, saw Louise bend over, she was right in front of me but behind Richard.
I felt just a twitch in my groin as I wondered what she would be like fucking, and her sister. Richard told me Ellen was working down in the stock room. He said he'd let me know what days he needed me for and off I went, snatching another look Louise.
Through the staff only double doors and down the metal stairs. Turning left and along the corridor I can see Sandra. She's 18 or 19. She's sitting on the floor with a note pad on a foot stool next to her, busily writing on a notepad as someone talks to her via the phone. Her knees are up and slightly apart. I can see right up her skirt.
Sandra isn't the prettiest of girls, her face showing teenage acne and her black hair messily put up in a tatty old red band. Her work blouse and skirt worn out and shabby, a little grubby and creased too. But hey ho, she only had one set of uniform being a part timer, so Ellen had told me. My eyes scan her as I get nearer. I can't help but take a good look at her camel toe pressed against her light knickers and the bulky darkness of her pubic mound.
As I get nearer, she catches me looking. She remains in the same position and her face reddens with embarrassment as I make it obvious where my eyes are going and I'm doing nothing from hiding my now obvious bulge. Dirty cow I thought as she inspects my stiffing bulge and talking on the phone and wrapping the call up.
She hangs the phone up and innocently smiles saying 'Hi'. I snatch another look up her skirt enquiring where my wife was. She's telling me she was in the stockroom annex all the while I'm wondering if she really is as innocent as she appears. My cock swells even more wondering.
I thank her kindly and sweep round to the annex. It has its own door that is key coded, I let myself in. The annex is L shaped. It is dimly lit and there's rows of shelfing and clothe rails. I sweep round and can see Ellen; she is standing on a foot stool bent right over into a recess reaching in for something.
Seeing her in that position and me with a full erection gets my mind going and an evil plan kicks in. I step back out of sight as she pulls something out the recess. I hear it hit the floor. I look round from my hiding position and delighted to see her reaching back in for something else.
