Some two weeks later Miriam sat opposite Roger at the breakfast table. They were alone. David was sleeping over at a friend's house again. Roger and Miriam had spent a thoroughly lust filled night fucking each other senseless in every possible way. They were both smiling with satisfied sexual gratification that morning.
"You know, I've been thinking about the changes in our relationship lately," Miriam began.
"Really?" Roger said before sipping his coffee.
"It seems to me that in nearly every instance of our enhanced sexual engagements, it has been me who has initiated the change."
"That's not entirely true," Roger countered. "I took you out to that X-rated theatre and got Greg to get you going."
"Granted," Miriam conceded. "However, the rest of the time I've got things started. Have you ever thought of doing something yourself?"
"Like another woman?"
"Whatever you want, Roger. I don't mind. You've given me my freedom to explore my sexuality and I've had my fair share of fun. I just think you should get some satisfaction of your own."
"Miriam, I get all my kicks from watching you with other men."
"And fucking me after they've finished with me," she nodded. "I know, but I thought you might like to initiate something on your own. Here's a thought... What about selecting my sexual partners for me? That would be a change from the norm."
"It's an idea," he commented without enthusiasm.
"Are you interested or not?"
"Maybe," he said noncommitally. "Would you want to know about it in advance or should I keep it a secret until we arrive home?"
She shrugged. "I don't really know... Either option - maybe both."
"I'll give it some thought," Roger promised without conviction. "Got to go, sweetheart. I've got an early meeting."
Miriam was disappointed by Roger's reaction. She had been hoping he'd embrace the concept with open arms but he hadn't. Oh well, she thought, nothing ventured nothing gained.
With the exception of a very quick suck and fuck with Bob Seagam before lunch, work had been slow and tedious. Immediately she had cleaned up, Miriam walked down to the warehouse. Her intention was to look at some new stock which had arrived the day before. The warehouse manager had promised to show her if she came down. He hadn't specified any particular time so she went just after lunch. But no matter where she looked she couldn't find anyone in the warehouse. So she wandered the aisles in the hope that she'd find the samples on her own. She wasn't sure of what to look for but she assumed that the boxes would be the ones with the least amount of dust on them. She tried several stacks of boxes but nothing even looked special. It was as she bent to inspect the contents of another box that she realised she wasn't alone. She spun around to find Steve looking at her legs and arse.
"Nice arse, lady," he commented with a cheeky grin.
"Hi, Steve. Am I ever pleased to see you."
"You're pretty pleasing on the eye too. That's not all you please either, Miriam."
"Cut it out, Steve. This is not the time or place."
Steve shrugged his shoulders. "No one down here is fooled by that kind of talk, Miriam. The warehouse crew have a more intimate knowledge of you than anyone else upstairs, if you get what I mean."
She ignored him. "I'm looking for the new stock that came in recently."
"This way," he gestured as he turned and walked to the furthest corner of the warehouse. He opened some boxes and sat on another box close by her. While she looked at the new items, he ogled her tits even though they were encased in her conservative double-breasted business suit.
"You should visit us here more often. The boys here could do with a bit more action with you."
"I know and I don't need to be reminded all the time," she scolded him. "Don't you think of anything else?"
"Not when your pretty arse is around," he replied reaching out to pluck the top button of her suit jacket open. Immediately one hand slipped inside to caress the top of her breasts while his other hand moved to the next button but she stopped him with her hand.
"Not here. There are too many people around."
"Nah! They're all at a union meeting," he explained as he gently pushed her hand aside and opened the second button. "I volunteered to hang about in case someone needed something." His fingers slipped further inside her jacket and caressed the swell of her breast. "Need anything in particular, Miriam?"
She glowered at him. His fingers withdrew from her breast but for all the wrong reasons. They opened the third button leaving just one holding her jacket closed at the waist. He leaned forward and kissed the skin in the valley between her breasts. Miriam closed her eyes, giving him silent acceptance of his erotic actions. Steve's fingers popped the last button. He pulled the jacket open allowing his lips to close over the nipple of her right breast making it stiffen under his oral assault. He moved his lips to the inside slope of her breast and sucked on it fiercely. He pulled back, looking at the breast and saw that a big purple welt had been left by his mouth. Immediately he did it again and then again leaving two more marks next to the first. Try to explain those love bites to your dopey fucking husband, he thought.
He felt Miriam's hands pulling him closer onto her breast as his hands slipped up the inside of her long stockinged legs under her skirt and onto the bare flesh. He caressed the exposed upper thighs, his fingers dancing over the sensitive skin all the time getting closer to her panty covered cunt. Then, growing bolder as she became more submissive the demands of her growing lust, he pulled her skirt up over her arse and eased her frilly black panties down her thighs. Held by the elastic they hung there mid thigh as his fingers sliced into her cunt folds and sawed over them expertly.
"Ooooohh fuck, Steve, your fingers feel good on my cunt," she sighed breathlessly as her hips started to hump onto his invading hand.
"Fuck me, Steve," she panted into his ear. "I don't care if we get caught. Just fuck me!"
Still his mouth assaulted her tits and their stiffened tips while he slipped two fingers deep into her cunt sheath. He could feel her hips forcing the fingers in and out of her as he held his hand motionless. She was more than ready for a good fucking.
Then they were disturbed by the sounds of someone in the next row of warehouse shelves as the tripped over something.
"Aaaaw shit!" said the gruff male voice as it continued toward them.
Immediately Miriam backed away from Steve and pulled her skirt down. She began to button the jacket looking flushed and she had only just finished when the man turned the corner. It was Jake, one of the delivery truck drivers.
" ... and as I was saying to Paul," she started quietly showing considerable presence of mind, "there's a great market for these in the hospitality industry. It's a market we haven't tapped into at all and I know we could do big business there. It would certainly keep you guys busier here."
"Don't need to get no busier where I sit, Mrs Porter," Jake said as he arrived.
"Jake's the busiest guy around here, Mrs Porter," Steve said. "You know, I could drop some of these onto your desk if you want so that you could run them around to your hospitality industry contacts."
"Could I have six of each?"
"Can't see why not? The boss won't mind if he knows they're for you."
"Good," she replied. "I'm going to see some of them first thing in the morning but I'm working from home this afternoon. Do you think you could drop them over?" "How about as soon as everyone comes back from this meeting? That should be within half an hour or so... "
"Perfect. Thanks, Steve," she said as she turned on her heel and walked away from them.
They watched her go, her arse wiggling enticingly under the short skirt.
"Still fucking her?" Jake asked without taking his eyes off her retreating arse.
"Yeah," Steve replied, "and I was just about to slip one up her when you turned up."
"Sorry, bud," Jake said looking genuinely apologetic. "I wouldn't mind a bit of that myself."
