Every aspect of Selina's life was in a rut. Dull routine, and a stale marriage, had left her feeling like she was sleep walking through what should have been the best years of her life. She'd met Greg in 2001, and when they got married in 2003, life seemed full of possibilities. That was six years ago, now she was twenty-nine and had begun to feel like she was just treading water.
Her dull, and all too familiar husband, seemed happy to plod along as an accountant, with a large well known firm that provided audit, tax and advisory services. He worked average hours for an average wage, and had less than average ambition. Selina worked as a finance clerk for the local branch of a large charity, and had come to dislike the job intensely. Not least because her line manager had passed her over for promotion when she failed to respond positively to his 'strings attached' career development path.
Selina and Greg had not had children, and had not really discussed the possibility, except to agree some years ago that they would both know if and when they were ready to start a family. Selina was an only child and neither of her elderly parents were in good health. They lived a couple of hundred miles away, so she saw them infrequently. The less she saw of Greg's family the better as far as she was concerned. Greg's passive aggressive mother, who doted on her only son, never missed an opportunity to put her down.
Her sex life was uninspiring, and had tailed off considerably. When they were first married, sex took place on a Tuesday and Saturday as regular as clockwork. Soon after their first wedding anniversary, Greg announced that he was always too tired in the working week. Now, five years later, they had sex once a month, which she always initiated. She was a very attractive woman and she'd always liked sex, but it had become just another of their many routines. The worst part was that she felt that Greg was lazy, he always managed to become erect, and to lay on top of her, until the deed was done but, for the last eighteen months, she only had orgasms that were self induced. Greg seemed oblivious and she had no intention of faking it.
As she sat at her desk on warm Friday afternoon in June, she thought about how things had become much worse since Linda, her friend and now ex-colleague, had handed in her notice. Linda was a strong character, she was middle aged and experienced in life. She had protected Selina from the worst of her creepy boss's bullying, but now she had to fend for herself. She hated confrontation, found it difficult to be assertive with people and knew she had to find another job. She wasn't unhappy about it, she saw it as the kick up the pants that she needed. She'd already applied for several jobs, and was waiting to hear whether she had managed to get any interviews.
When Selina arrived home that evening, she picked up the post from the door mat and put it on the kitchen worktop. She poured herself a large glass of Pinot Grigio and carried the post into the lounge where she started to look through the bills and junk mail. One envelope stood out, it was white and had her name and address neatly written on the front. As she opened it she hoped it was a response from one of her job applications. Greg came in through the front door just as she unfolded the letter.
"Yes! I've got an interview, Dimbleby and Jones, on Monday afternoon at four o'clock."
"That was the accounts and admin job wasn't it?"
"Yes, a bit of a long shot but I'll give it my best."
"You probably won't get it, after all, it is your first attempt."
"Oh great, now I feel so much better, thanks for the pep talk."
Dimbleby and Jones was a traditional furniture store in the city centre. It was popular and thriving, despite the challenge from the cheap flat pack options that seemed to have sprung up everywhere.
"I'm going for a bath, put the pizza in the oven in half an hour, there's a bottle open in the fridge."
Selina sank into the warm water and sipped her wine while she thought about the interview. She decided to get more information about the company from the internet, so that she could be as well prepared as possible. As was often her habit when she bathed, she had locked the bathroom door, so that she could play with her pussy and relieve her frustration. This time she had a strong orgasm, and murmured her delight into a face flannel, so that her moans and groans were muffled. She was sure that Greg knew nothing of her tendency to pleasure herself in the bath. He certainly didn't know that he was often the subject of her suppressed anger at his complete lack of attention and adventure between the sheets.
After they had been married a year or so, she had suggested to him that they might spice things up in the bedroom with a little mild BDSM. She'd even asked him to tie her arms behind her back with his dressing gown cord. His shocked negative reaction left her feeling dirty and perverted, so she'd never mentioned it again. She exacted her revenge on him in her fantasies. She would often imagine herself, seated in an armchair and masturbating, while watching two strong shapely women strip him naked, make him erect then take turns to ride him teasingly until he begged to be allowed to come; his plea was never granted.
She realised that she'd lost respect for him in the bedroom. A thought occurred to her that, if she got the job on Monday, she would call in to Ann Summers on the way home, and buy a vibrator as a present to herself. She knew Greg would be horrified at the idea, so she'd have to hide it, and use it when he was out of the house. She'd been a faithful wife so far, but the idea of a secret affair with a vibrator appealed to her enormously; it didn't count as actual infidelity.
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Selina checked her appearance in the mirror one last time. She had butterflies in her tummy as she left the staff toilets and set off for her interview at Dimbleby and Jones. The furniture store was only a ten minute walk from the charity offices, so she set off fifteen minutes before her appointed interview time, so that she could arrive five minutes early.
She looked smart in her best business suit, it was light grey and fitted her well. The trousers were snug around her shapely thighs and buttocks. She wished her breasts were a little larger, they were firm and nicely shaped and of about average size; most women would have been very satisfied with them. She'd considered wearing her high heels, but she stuck with her smart comfortable flat shoes. Her thick long blonde hair bounced along in her wake as she made her way to the interview.
The furniture store was on a busy shopping street. It occupied two floors of a three storey building, the ground floor was about sixty feet by fifty feet, and the first floor was slightly larger. The manager's office and admin office were together on the first floor. Selina gathered herself and strode confidently into the store. She was soon approached by a very attractive woman in her thirties, with long dark hair, wearing a tight dark blue pencil skirt suit and high heels.
"Can I help you madam?"
"Ah, yes please, I've come for an interview for the finance and administration job. I'm a few minutes early"
"No problem, please go up the stairs to the first floor. The offices are on the left, there's a seat outside the door, Ms Jones will call you when she's ready for you."
"Thank you."
"Good luck," said the attractive sales assistant, who's name Selina could see was Marilyn from the badge on her lapel.
