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(As always, continued from Pt. 10)

"How come you never take a break, George?" I asked our current pool boy.

"The owner says we have to keep on moving no matter what we're doing, Mrs..."

"George, I told you to always call me Mara."

"Sorry, Mrs...er, Mara. Gotta stay professional, that's what the boss says."

"Ya, well your boss is a buzzkill. You deserve a break now and then and sitting with me is that break. I mean, am I so hard to look at?"

"Oh no! Not at all but the boss says that we should be careful of pretty women who might want to take advantage of us."

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"And I assume you've had sex by now?"

"Yes," he said slightly embarrassed that I had asked.

"Then you know it's perfectly natural for men and women to be attracted to one another. So, you've been cleaning our pool for a month now. What do you think when you look at me?"

Here he began looking aimlessly off at nothing, "I don't know. I guess I think you're beautiful."

"Do you think of me when you're not here?"

This caused a giant pause as he looked bikini me up and down on the chaise. "Yes."

"And when you think of me do you ever touch yourself?"

Now an even longer pause that just being asked the question caused a noticeable bulge in his swim trunks. "Well...ahhhh....yes?"

"Mmmmm. You should know it makes me happy that you get hard for me."

"Really?"

***

I made a phone appointment with the lingerie store manager for 1pm which gave me plenty of time to craft the perfect look for selling sexy underwear. Classy but sexy. A black and white ensemble did the classy, the plunging neckline and little black skirt covered the sexy. Unfortunately, I couldn't wear my hotwife jewelry.

In my opinion, being a lingerie aficionado for all these years easily qualified me to know what people wanted. I knew what looked good on me and I knew what looked good on other women.

Julie took me into her office for the interview. Most of the questions were generic until we got to my age.

"I don't usually hire anyone over twenty-two or three. I find that a certain inexperienced naivety helps sales and projects the wholesome image we're going for."

"I'm twenty-eight not eighty-eight. I'll bet I can out sell any girl on your floor. Give me a tryout and I can prove it."

"I'm not sure because you're a little too sexy for this store."

"And what's wrong with sexy? Isn't that what you're selling?"

"Yes, but we're trying to avoid looking tawdry otherwise it cheapens the whole operation."

"Julie...you're selling crotchless panties and push-up bras. I can tell you, as a longtime customer, this is the store I go to buy clothes to get men to fuck me."

"Crudely put but I get your point."

"Give me one day and I'll prove that sexy sells sexy without tawdry."

We shook on it and agreed I'd start the following Friday which fit right into my grocery store schedule of Monday and Thursday. I had decided that I needed more stimulation but keeping my job schedule at three days a week was more than enough and didn't intrude on my leisure time.

***

Things were going well at the grocery and the cute manager carried through with his plan to put me on a checkout lane and then when his dick told him to he called me up to his office and fucked me silly. There was some resentment from the rank and file since everyone knew what was going on. For various reasons the employees generally didn't like me. Some were appalled, and some were envious but all of them had issues, especially when the district manager, Tony's boss, came for a visit.

Lenny was his name and Tony scored big brownie points by delivering me to Lenny for a nice afternoon fuck. This made Tony an indispensable manager and I became the highest paid employee in the store after payroll rudely let everyone know what I was making. The only ones who didn't care were the stock boys, occasional beneficiaries of my generosity.

Not surprisingly, Lenny began to only make his visits on days he was sure I was working. He'd walk in the door, look my way and instruct Tony to grab another person to either relieve me or shut down my lane entirely and take me up to Tony's office. Lenny usually wanted me all to himself and would either send Tony out of his own office or let him stay and watch or double down on me.

One particular visit Lenny sent Tony out of the room. He was so in a hurry to get it on with me that he'd forgotten to close the blinds. One of the check out girls pointed out to Tony that you could see my head bobbing up and down on Lenny's cock for all the store to see.

Tony made a mad dash upstairs to right the oversight but by then a customer had videoed the scene and it found its way to the internet. Lenny was reprimanded and reassigned. Tony claimed ignorance with what was going on and that left me to be fired which is how these things usually go for women.

But much to the dismay of my coworkers and my surprise, when the regional manager came to interview me he asked me to explain in detail what had happened. He got so turned on by the story that he closed the blinds and asked me to act it out which ended with him fucking me on Tony's desk.

If that desk could talk.

Consequently, I kept my job and, although it was way out of his way, the regional manager started making regular visits, "to make sure everything is ship shape." Of course, he had his cock in me every time he came.

In the middle of it all I was having a great time. Love the grocery.

***

"Yes really, George."

"Wow," he said, adjusting his trunks.

I scooted over just enough for him to recognize the invitation. I softly patted the chaise cushion, "Sit next to me and I'll rub your back."

He sat but appeared to be struggling with one of the greatest decisions of his life to this point. I ran my hand under his T-shirt and lightly rubbed his muscular back. "This would be easier without the shirt."

He pulled it over his head.

"Tell me, George, when you fantasize about me and your cock gets hard, what am I doing? Are you seeing me naked or what?"

"Yes, you're naked and...you're touching me."

"Touching you where?"

***

I had forgotten that I had given my cell number to Marcus, half of the swingers couple we hooked up with at Hot Angel a few weeks earlier. His wife, Livvy, we believe, had decided that Marcus was getting too emotionally attached to me and they abruptly left the resort.

Now he was texting me.

It happened quickly and both of us fell under the spell of what felt like love at sight. Marcus went so far as to tell me he was falling in love and I can't say I was far behind.

What kind of love it was I'm still not sure but it was strong and moved intensely between us. Livvy, of course, could see and feel all of this and I went from being a playmate to a threat. Even Ed was seeing it happen and told me so.

And now Marcus was texting me...

'Mara, my love, it's Marcus. I'm so sorry we left but it was either that or lose my wife. I have thought of you constantly since then and as much as I love my wife I can't shake the feeling of wanting you, loving you, cumming in you. It all happened so deeply. Did you feel the same? It felt like you did. We can't be together but maybe we can text or talk once in awhile? I don't want to lose you forever. Love, Marcus'

As I read his words all my feelings of that day came flooding back and the first thing I thought was don't tell Ed about this text. That thought hurt because the foundation of our relationship, our ability to be sexually free with other partners, was based upon openness and honesty with one another. The connection with Marcus had been like a bolt of lightning and that was not lost on Ed.

I decided my attraction to Marcus would have to be managed. I wished I'd had the strength to simply end our communication but I was too weak for that. So I would dampen my feelings and keep a distance.

I texted him back...

'Marcus, my love, the spark between us was unusually strong but for the sake of our marriages it's best that we not take it any further physically. The memory of making love in the lake is something I'll never forget. I loved your cock inside me and our tongues touching. Everything around us disappeared. The feeling was magic and I didn't want it to end.'

'I felt the same, Mara. I feel the same now. I wish we could stay connected somehow. Losing you and leaving the way we did was torture and now I'm left with the memory of your touch.'

'Touching you where?' I sexted.

***

George had a difficult time getting the words out. "Touching my cock, Mara. You know. I was so fucking hard, man, and you grabbed hold with both hands and jerked me off."

Self consciously describing his fantasy he stared at the fence, avoiding eye contact and not realizing that I had slipped out of my bikini. "Tell me more, George."

"Well you did what girls do sometimes, you know, suck dick. Oh man, I can't believe I'm telling you this and..." Then he turned around he saw I was naked and masturbating.

"Oh shit, Mara. Damn...Oh man."

"George, if you wouldn't mind..."

***

'I feel you, Mara, you're delicate fingers wrapped tightly around my cock.'

'OMG, Marcus, I can feel it throbbing in my hands. Let me put it in my mouth. I need to have it in my mouth.'

'My hands are softly cradling your face as your lovely lips move back and forth, leaving a glistening trail, heightening my pleasure. Lick my shaft, baby.'

We fell into sexting so effortlessly it scared me. Why did I desire this man so much? Was I so shallow I got hooked on his French accent? I put the phone on the table and with the other hand I slipped off my panties and spread my thighs.

I was going crazy masturbating as I surrendered more and more to him.

'Suck me, suck me! It feels so good, I love it my baby doll...can I pleasure you in return? I want to taste your sweetness, Mara'

'Yes, my love, please go down on me...'

***

As I held out my hand George stood up and hastily pulled off his swimsuit. He was large and I immediately looked forward to his penetration but first things first. I gave him powerful motivation, taking that big snake of his which he laid in my palm and swallowing him to the hilt.

"Oh hell, Mrs M, you're amazing."

He was breathing heavily and starting to hyperventilate and I was concerned he'd pass out. "Easy baby, just relax and enjoy...let Mara be your guide." I circled his cock head with my tongue and cupped his balls.

"Do you want me, George?" I said between licks.

***

'I want you, Marcus,' I said against my better judgement. Everything I was feeling felt like a betrayal. Wanting a man for sex was my endless hunger but the emotion behind my lust for Marcus scared me. 'But I'm afraid that I want you too much.'

'I feel the same but I couldn't resist texting you.'

'FaceTime me,' I said urgently.

'I don't understand, isn't that...'

'Just do it. For now, I think it's too dangerous to meet but I want you to cum with me. Masturbate looking at me and I you. We'll cum together.'

'Yes, my love,' he said and he rang me back.

I looked into his eyes and imagined him caressing, kissing, fucking me until "Uhnnnnnnnnnnnn, Marcus," I brought myself to climax. He had set the camera far enough back so I could see the ejaculate shoot from his cock. As it did he said, "Love you, Mara."

I hung up without another word. It was all I could do to refrain from calling him back or asking him to meet me somewhere.

***

"Fuck yes!"

I faced away from George, my knees on the chaise, ass in the air. "Fuck me, baby." He eased his oversized member in me, stretching my wet cunt. Out of sheer excitement I thought he, being young, might lose it prematurely but he kept pummeling me as my ever-accommodating pussy began to put my orgasm in motion.

"Ya baby," I said, "shove that big boy in me over and over."

"Oh shit, I can't believe this."

I looked back over my shoulder, "I love how you're fucking me."

"Oh shit, Mrs M, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum in my pussy, George. I'm on the pill and I want to feel your hot spunk."

We came at nearly the same time and his warm cum filled me up like it had been shot from a power washer and my body twisted and turned with a fabulous orgasm. While he was still in me I saw a shadow move between the wooden slats and knew Gary had watched us.

As we cleaned up, George said, "I'll see you next Monday, Mrs M. Could we do that again?"

I kissed him, "Of course, lover, but we should probably keep this just between us." He nodded eagerly. He gathered up his equipment but kept looking at me the entire time, so distracted on his way out he walked into the fence.

When Ed got home I ran up to him, "Well, we can cross off number two!"

"Mara, my sweet little vixen! Did you give the pool boy a day he'll always remember?"

"Yup! He's got a cock the size of your fist! I wish you'd been there but maybe he wouldn't have done it if you were."

"I could always watch from the back door."

"True enough."

"Say, just the thought of you fucking the pool boy's got me very horny. Would you mind while you're making dinner...?"

"Absolutely, honey." We had an occasional game where I wore nothing but an apron and Ed followed me around and fucked me while I made dinner. On this night, while I was washing the carrots over the sink and Ed was deep inside me, there was Gary, as always, watching us from his kitchen window.

***

Friday came and I was off to the lingerie store for my first and hopefully not my last day selling sexy underwear. Julia decided against teaching me any cashier skills even though I told her I was a checkout clerk at the grocery store.

"On your trial day," she said, "let's just see how you work the floor."

I wore my trusty black miniskirt with a light blue blazer over a black bra, stockings and heels. A little class and a little ass. If only for one day I planned on having fun with the clientele. To that end I removed my wedding ring and put it in my purse.

As the doors opened the other two girls headed for their store sweet spot. I was given the evil eye if I wandered into their territory.

I started by the front door directing people but realized I was sending potential sales to the other girls. So I played it like a rover and let the customer guide me to wherever. Greet and guide.

I'd never worked retail. Did you notice?

"Could you help me?" said the middle aged, well dressed gentleman.

"It depends on what you're looking for," I said and we both exchanged polite laughs.

"Ahhhh, well, I was looking for something as a gift but something I might enjoy too."

I fought the urge to be funny and ask him his bra size but successfully resisted.

"Wife or girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend," he said, subconsciously rubbing his wedding band with his thumb.

"Okay, did you have something in mind or are you looking for suggestions?"

"I'll say this, I want something really hot and I think I'll know it when I see it."

"Okay, is she built like me for instance?" and I posed for him.

"Ah, yes, very close..."

"You know, you could bring her in to try something on...unless it's a surprise?"

"Oh it's a surprise alright," and that seemed to be the only thing he was sure of. "How about this, why don't you pick something out as if you were dressing yourself. Something you could see yourself wearing to entertain a man."

"Ooooo, well if you let me loose in here I could make your girlfriend look like the sweetest eye candy."

"I think we're on the same wavelength. Listen, I'm doing business in town and I'm staying at the hotel across the street, room 306. I've got a meeting right now but would you wrap up whatever you pick out and drop it off when you get out of work? I'd tip you generously."

He handed me his credit card. "Oh, I'm Thomas by the way and you?"

"I'm Mara. I'm sure we can get someone to deliver it."

"No, I really want it to be you. You've been incredibly helpful and like I said, I'll tip you generously for going out of your way. Please?"

"Sure, I get out of work at 4. If you're not there I'll leave the package and your credit card at the front desk."

"Don't worry I'll be there. Thanks for doing this and when you're putting together a look, remember cost is no object. My girlfriend is stunningly beautiful and deserves the best."

Even though Ed wasn't home until 5:30 I texted him that I might be late. Funny boy texted me back, 'Well if you get sold into sexual slavery remember, sure it's fun to begin with.'

I helped a myriad of customers during the day including a woman with huge tits that defied any size we carried. They were natural and unbelievable but she spent twenty frustrating minutes complaining of backaches and about her husband. "The asshole loves the bounce when we make love but he doesn't have to walk around with them all day. I want a reduction but he keeps fighting me on this."

I realized my new job involved a lot of listening to people.

I had two guys try to pick me up and I might have gone with one of them for a quickie in a mall restroom stall but being this was my first day I wanted to impress Julie and get a regular gig.

As it was, I outsold everybody in the store, proving that sexy sells sexy. I sold more to men than women because men wanted to get and keep my attention. I didn't get tawdry as Julie was worried about but I did get subtly suggestive and that maintained a steady audience. "I think your wife will love these panties," and then I looked down at his crotch with a smile, "I know I would..."

Too much?

Then there was the 'guy waiting around chairs' as Ed referred to them. Mostly guys were doing just that with the exception of a few who pretended to be with someone and sat there to scope out girls. And there, of course, sat the perv Ed sent into my dressing room, pretending to be my husband so he could fuck me surrounded by mirrors. We exchanged knowing smiles but I kept my distance. I still didn't know his name, calling him 'honey' when I checked out that day.

As to my coworkers, I was not welcomed with open arms but felt like a pariah sent in to upset the delicate balance of the store. My simple requests, like where something was located in stock, were met with a stony silence.

I chalked it up to my effective use of sex to get attention. I was an unapologetic exhibitionist and while some people were offended by that, others like Ed, my number one cheerleader, loved me for it. I tried to bury it for a time but just ended up miserable and bored.

By the end of the day I'd proven my point to Julie and she hired me part time.

I grabbed my purse and the big box with the bow and left for my car. I put my wedding ring back on. The hotel was visible from the mall exit so I didn't have far to go. Up the elevator I went and searched for room 306.

Thomas answered the door wearing a white hotel robe and initially I thought I'd interrupted a nap. "Sir, here's your lingerie. I hope she likes what I picked out," and I handed him the box and turned to go.

"Oh wait, your tip! Step inside for a second and I'll get it." Off he went to the bedroom.

Looking around the room there was an open champagne bottle and two glasses. I figured his girlfriend had made the trip with him. Out shopping maybe? When he got back he handed me some folded bills and without looking I stuffed them in my purse and moved to go.

"Thanks," I said, "I hope she enjoys the gift."

"I'm sure she will...say, would you like a glass of champagne before you go?"

My first thought was I shouldn't be here when the girlfriend gets back so I had to size up the situation. Clearly this Thomas was very into me but I was not interested in a confrontation with the girlfriend. "Just a quick one and I have to go."