At breakfast a few hours later, Roger was interested in the events of the previous night. Naturally Miriam skipped over certain parts of her nocturnal activities and she rearranged things a little to overcome her late return. Roger munched on his toast while he listened to her explain her evening.
“ ...so they then agreed with all of the details and signed the contracts. They’re in my bag. Wait a minute,” she said excitedly as she scurried off to the bedroom. She fished out the contracts and returned. “See... ”
Roger smiled at her then chuckled. “You certainly have a talent, Miriam.”
Very different to what you might think, Roger, she thought wickedly. “Bob will be over the moon when these arrive on his desk this morning.”
“If he’s as happy as you are this morning, he’ll be over the moon and you’ll be general manager by this afternoon I noticed that all the lights were working last night. Did Phil leave us a bill?”
“No. He claimed that it was only a small job and that he’d had his reward.”
Roger put down his coffee slowly and thoughtfully. He looked puzzled. “That’s a strange thing for him to say... ”
“Hmm, I thought so too ‘cause I only gave him a cup of coffee. He hung around for about half an hour though. Said he was running ahead of time but I think that he’s lonely. Do you think we could invite him over for dinner on Saturday night?”
“Good idea. David’s away on this damned computer camp... ” His voice trailed away into thoughtfulness. He sipped at his coffee silently chewing over a thought.
“Okay,” she said after a few minutes of silence, “I know when you’re cooking up an theme. Want to share your brilliant ideas?”
“I was just thinking that we could arrange a blind date for him. I don’t think that he’s been seeing anyone since he and Charmaine broke it off about a year ago. Only trouble if that I don’t really know anyone who’d be suitable.”
They sat silently for a few minutes as they ate.
“Hey, I know,” Miriam burst out suddenly. “I’ll ask Gabrielle. You’ll both like her - she’s gorgeous and has a lovely personality to go with the looks. I don’t think she seeing anyone at the moment.” Miriam pushed herself back from the table, gathered her plates and tool them to the dishwasher.
Roger looked at her. “She might be a little lively for Phil. I mean, he’s a bit on the conservative side and, from what you’ve told me about Gabrielle, she’s that exact opposite.”
“Don’t opposites attract?” she asked rhetorically. “Anyway, I think Phil’s got some still waters which run very deep and Gabrielle has a conservative streak which comes out in her clothing and manner.” Miriam wiped her hands and picked up her handbag. “I’ve got a funny feeling that they just might hit it off. Hey, I’ve got to go. I’ll try to arrange it all from work today.” She gave him a kiss and left.
Everything went well that day at work. Seagram was extremely pleased. He admitted that he hadn’t really expected the contract to be signed and he gave her a long hug and kiss.
“I’m so pleased I could fuck you, Miriam,” he said excitedly.
She gave him a mock frown. “How about the day off instead? We worked til very late.”
“Okay,” he agreed without hesitation, “but I want these details cleaned up by tonight. Think you can do it all at home?”
“Sure,” she replied. “I’ve got some things to finalise here before I go and a lot of the details are ready to be slotted into place. I’ll give you a full written report in the morning. How’s that?”
Miriam arranged for Gabrielle to the following Saturday afternoon and Phil would be free of work between five and six. She made a few calls fixing some more of the details of the report. She had nothing in her diary that couldn’t be postponed and she suggested to her secretary, Suzanne, that if anything went wrong she was to be contacted at home. “If you can gather those files together for me along with the samples from the warehouse and get them dropped over to home then I can finish this up before lunch and get some sleep.”
This time the lights were working when she got home and she settled down in the sun by the pool as she had the day before. Suzanne rang to say that everything was on its way. Just in case it was Steve again, Miriam dressed more conservatively in a blouse and skirt.
Sure enough, Steve arrived with the files and samples. “I don’t suppose I could have that coffee I missed out on yesterday?” he asked meaning something completely different.
“Only if you can keep your hands to yourself,” she smiled remembering the great sex they’d had the previous afternoon.
“Fine by me,” he returned not meaning a word of it. He had done the delivery himself with the deliberate intention of getting more of the great sex they’d enjoyed together.
Miriam let him in and made her way to the kitchen. Steve followed, his eyes never leaving her arse as it moved sensuously beneath her skirt. He had a distinct sense of having played out this scene before. He sat down on the stool by the bench and watched her as she made coffee.
“Want a snack?”
“There’s something else I’d much rather have,” he ventured. He licked his lips lecherously as he stared at her covered tits.
She noticed his line of vision. “You promised that you’d keep your hands to yourself.”
“I did,” he agreed, “and I have. Are you going to throw me out because I think that fucking you is more appetising than two slices of bread and a bit of filling?”
Miriam laughed. His directness and honesty overcame the crudeness of his statement. “No, I guess not. It was good yesterday, wasn’t it?”
He nodded and continued to look at her body while she fixed them some sandwiches and took them out to the poolside. She cleared her work from the table and offered him a seat.
“You work at home much?”
“Only sometimes. I get less interruptions here. That way I can concentrate better on really vital things.”
“So, it was important yesterday?”
“Very!”
“Oh,” he said before changing the subject. “A man came as I was leaving yesterday. Claimed he was an electrician. I hope he didn’t see you as I left you.”
“It was fine.”
“Oh, good. I felt bad that I left you like that - sorry. He fixed you up alright?”
“I’ve got lights again,” she replied with a grin. In spite of the roughness of the man, she was enjoying his company. He was easygoing, attentive and sensitive. She reached out and touched his hand. “Thanks for caring, Steve.”
He took her hand and kissed it.
She felt herself begin to melt and tried to cover it with bravado. “You said you wouldn’t do this.”
“I only promised that my hands would be good. These are my lips that are being bad.”
She could see he had a huge erection in his trousers. “That’s not all by the look of that lump!”
“You can’t blame me for that,” he retorted gently. “If you wave your beautiful tits and arse around in front of me, you can’t expect me to be dormant. Especially after yesterday. I’ve had a hard on ever since just thinking about it!”
She chuckled warmly and reached out for him. “This can’t be allowed to become a habit,” she insisted between kisses. Her tongue snaked out and curled around his as his fingers began to unbutton the blouse. He pushed the blouse off her shoulders and pulled it off her arms. Now his fingers went for her tits, fondling the soft, warm flesh and making the nipples tingle.
“Now your hands are definitely misbehaving,” she said.
* * * * *
Roger pulled the car into their street. He had left some work at home that morning and thought he’d pick it up while he was out and about. As he approached the house he noticed the van in the driveway. Miriam’s car was next to it in the drive. He stopped by the curb and viewed the van suspiciously. He didn’t recognise it. When he got out he inspected the van.
Bryson Industries
name on the delivery dockets on the passenger’s seat.
Miriam must be working at home again, he told himself. She’d been doing more of that recently as the importance and success of her work had increased. Whoever it was must have been delivering something she’d needed. He turned into the house and called out her name. No answer. He skipped up the stairs into the family room and kitchen. There was clear evidence that she had recently prepared food. He glanced out to the pool and his heart stopped beating.
Miriam, stripped to the waist, was on her knees in front of a man. They were side on to him just outside the door. The man’s trousers were open and her big tits were wrapped around his cock. Roger watched as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. At every up stroke of his cock she took a swipe at the head of his cock.
Roger stood by the sink horrified. He had never once considered that Miriam would be unfaithful to him. How could she? His knuckles were white from the tension he felt as he gripped the edge of the sink. He wanted to run out there and yell and scream at them both. Yet his rational nature told him that such actions would create more harm than it would do good. But why would she do this to him? There had been no major arguments which would have driven her away from him into the arms of another man. He had tried, successfully he thought, to maintain the romanticism of their relationship. Flowers, gifts, little surprises and spontaneous romantic adventures were a small part of what he did to keep the life in their marriage. Their sex life was great - they made love nearly every night - and they communicated very well.
