DILLIGAF #8 - Carol
The names are fictional to protect the guilty. All sex scenes are between consenting adults. No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. I along with Microsoft spell/ grammar check are responsible for the mistakes herein. I write for my pleasure and hope that you enjoy the read. This is the 8
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chapter of 12 in this story. There is a lot of sex in this story, so if you are not interested in explicit sexual writing, then this story won't be your cup of tea. Shout out to HeyAll - thanks.
I roll out of bed before the crack of dawn. I retrieve my clothes from the dryer. I fold them and put them away. I set the ironing board up in my office. There are a few things that I need to touch up. I'll do that later. I get a shower, get dressed and head out.
I am the first one in the office before anyone else and go to my office. I look over my notes from the previous evening. Mandy bought breakfast this morning. She sets everything up on our meeting table.
"Thank you, Mandy. Has anyone told you how beautiful you look today?" I ask
"I bet you say that to all the girls that bring you breakfast."
"Damn, that hurt. Can't a guy pay his favorite girl a compliment."
"Look mister, don't toy with my affections. Thank you for the compliment. It is nice to know that someone notices such things."
Beth comes in a couple of minutes later.
I comment, "You look particularly ravishing this morning."
She cuts her eyes at me with a curious look on her face.
"Ravishing? I don't know about all that, but thanks," she says.
I hold out their chairs and we sit down to eat. I tell them about my contacts with the school's presidents and I have a meeting set with them. I am wanting to set up a scholarship and have the school administer it. I can set up the stipulations for qualification and let them handle the actual administration of it.
Mandy says, "That sounds like the simplest and easiest way to do this without eating up too much of your time."
Beth nods in agreement.
I explain, "I think tonight I'm going to try and get my head around splitting up the performance bonus. My first thought is to figure out how much of the performance bonus is going into the pool. I will need a man hour break down. I'm thinking of using the payroll man hours on each project. Then ratio each individual's man hours to the overall project man hours and apply that ratio to the pool of money. I don't want to include the total bonus into the pool because I want both of you to receive a bonus as well."
Beth says, "I think that is a fair way to split it up."
Mandy says, "I agree."
"Beth, how hard will it be to get the man hour information?" I ask.
"It won't be hard at all. I can have it for you in an hour. Do you want it broken down by project or just one big bonus pool?" she asks.
"Well, let's do it by project and also a breakdown of the performance incentive pay outs by project as well. Is that asking too much?" I ask.
"Not at all, it may take a little longer because of multiple searches. I can have it all in a couple of hours." she replied.
"Excellent. The last part of the equation is how can I determine an adequate compensation for my right hands? My favorite and most trusted employees. I want the bonus to reflect their value both to me and the company," I say.
Beth says, "Jewelry!"
Mandy says, "Or Cash!"
"Or Automobiles!"
"Or Luxury vacations!"
"Or.." I cut them off before they continue.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, what did I start here? Sounds like a couple of gold diggers." I tease.
I get pouts and then winks and then smiles.
"Gold diggers? Why, I've never...." from Beth.
"You know I'm just kidding," I say, "I do want you both to know and understand what you mean to me."
They nod and get up from the table. I stand and they hug me and give me a peck on the cheek. They leave me to clean up breakfast as they go about their day.
Carol Shoesmith is married to Mark. Carol is a good-looking woman. She is about 5'1" and looks to be 100 pounds soaking wet. Her figure is slight. She had light blue almost grey eyes and light brown hair. A short thin woman that reminds me of a ballerina.
All of the information I gathered on social media indicates that they do not have children. The attend many social gatherings and have a wide variety of friends. Rarely do the same people show up in photographs. I arrive just down the block from their house about an hour before Mark is required to be at work and wait until Mark leaves.
I approach the house and ring the doorbell. They have one of the doorbells with a camera and microphone and a speaker.
"What can I do for you?" someone asks.
"My name is Ronald Johnson. I have some information that I think you need to hear. If I could just have a few minutes of your time, I'll explain and then be on my way."
She opens the door wearing a loosely tied silk robe that leaves little to the imagination. She has a cup of coffee in her hand and doesn't appear to care that about the peep show she is giving. She invites me in and leads me to the kitchen. My dick becomes hard watching her movements under the robe. She points to the coffee pot.
She says, "Make yourself at home."
She looks me up and down and smiles when I adjust my dick for comfort. I fix a cup of coffee and take a sip under her watchful eye.
I start, "I recently came upon some information indicating that your husband and my wife have been romantically involved. I didn't hire a private investigator, so I don't have video or audio recordings, however, I do have text messages, emails, some with intimate pictures, car traffic routes, and hotel receipts that paint a rather convincing picture."
She looks up from her coffee and smiles. "Romantically involved? I doubt it. Lust, or just sex, or casual fucking I can believe. Look, Mr. Johnson. You see, my husband and I have an open relationship. We don't believe in monogamy. In theory, we don't have any secrets."
Carol pauses and then continues, "Seeing as how I don't know anything about this Vicky person, then he is keeping secrets. Vicky isn't the first and won't be the last lover that Mark has been with outside of our marriage. He still loves me and will always come home to me. That is the foundation of our marriage. He has always been with multiple partners since the beginning. At first it was several girlfriends, then after we married, it was just at parties; we enjoyed the lifestyle."
Carol continues, "As time went on, we came to understand that waiting until the next party wasn't going to cut it. We agreed that making connections when the opportunity presented themselves was the way to go. We also agreed to talk to each other about it beforehand. Now it appears that the rules of our relationship are changing again."
Then she made me a proposition, "I am not interested in your information or a divorce, however, you seem like a decent man, fit, with a decent package and you appear to like what you see. So, I am up for a day of fun if you wish."
She opened her robe all the way giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy.
I smiled and said, "I wish this day will never end."
We approach each other and she reaches for my crotch with one hand and her other arm goes around my neck pulling me into a lust filled kiss. I reach one hand around her waist and her crotch with my other. She grinds her pussy onto my hand like it is starving for affection. She reeks of sex almost immediately and my hand is dripping.
She pulls my hand up from her dripping pussy, puts two fingers in her mouth, and licks and sucks the juices from them. She then puts the two fingers in my mouth giving me a taste. We kiss and the added taste of her love juices on each other's tongue inflames out lust and passion. She drops to her knees and frantically works to remove my pants. I kick off my shoes. My pants and boxers are around my ankles in seconds. I step out of my clothes and remove my polo.
She engulfs my penis and sucks it down her throat. She pulls her mouth off my cock.
She exclaims, "I can't wait to ride this monster!"
I guide her up to stand and pull her in to a lust filled kiss. She grabs my ass and I grab hers and lift her. She hops up and wraps her legs around my waist and moves her arms around my neck. She starts humping and grinding my rock-hard cock trying to get the head of my dick to lodge in her opening. She succeeds and we start to hump each other standing up.
Between kisses she moans, "Take me to bed."
We stay locked up walking to the bedroom. I sit on the bed and then lay back. We stay connected for the most part. She stays on tops and takes control. She starts bouncing up and down. She sets the rhythm and I try and assist. We understand what the other is doing and move for mutual enjoyment. I am trying to give to her as good as she is giving to me. The room reeks of sex and we pound each other closer and closer to orgasm.
