During my early 30's, I worked for a while as a painter and decorator on a house owned by a guy called Garry. He was an odd man, pudgy with narrow sly eyes and glasses. Retired from accounting in his early 40's, he had made or scammed a good few million and moved into property management. He owned several large houses in the area and rented them out to professionals. I got the gig because my decorator mate had too many other jobs to bother with it.
I'd been working for a few weeks there stripping rooms, filling cracks, painting and wallpapering etc. He paid me at the end of each day and well too. I was cheaper than a professional decorator but good enough to warrant £100 a day cash in my pocket. I wasn't complaining, it was better than being out of work.
To be honest, I'd grown to dislike Garry over the weeks. He spent years working night and day with only income statements, inventories, spread sheets and tax forms for company. I assumed he hadn't got out much from the age of 18 to the age of 42 when he retired. His social skills had a lot to answer for.
He wouldn't look at you directly in the eye when he was talking to you, always focussing on a point somewhere near your head. Having a conversation was always difficult as he'd tack randomly between different topics with no warning. He was condescending, patronising and revelled in the 'boss/worker' power dimension. Sometimes it felt like he wanted a butler, not a painter and decorator.
He was married to a Doctor by the name of Karen. She was early 40's, curvy and very professional in appearance. I barely saw her while I was working there. To me they seemed distant from each other as even though they'd been married 8 years, they appeared to lead separate lives. Often I wondered if their marriage was more an arrangement than a partnership.
One day he'd gone out to play golf but hadn't told me. Thinking he was home, I went looking for him. Walking into his office, I found his computer still on and open. On the screen was his porn stash, hundreds of pics of mature ladies over 60 years old. Dirty bastard likes his Grannies, I thought. Switching between tabs, I found an online profile of his on a swinging site. He listed himself as 'married but available' and had several conversations open with some couples. By the looks of it, he was playing away on the swinger scene and his wife wasn't involved.
A few days later while edging my brush carefully along a skirting board, Garry came quietly shuffling into the room.
"Can you keep a secret?" He mumbled. I nodded.
"I'm going out later on. To a guys house to fuck his Mrs. I've met them before at a swingers club. I'll be back later on to pay you."
I wondered why he felt the need to tell me. It seemed like another power trip so I just nodded again and gave him the thumbs up. He shuffled out as quietly as he came in.
When he returned he had a shit eating smile on his face. His shifty eyes squinting through his glasses. As he counted out my days wage, he revelled in providing me with snippets of his afternoons activity.
"What a sexy 60 year old she was...£20. Big flabby tits...£40. Sucked my cock in front of her husband like a pro..£60. Nice loose hairy cunt. £80. Took my sperms deep in her knackered bum hole..£100."
Yes, he said sperms.
"You're a lucky guy Garry." I replied trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice as I took my wages off his desk and left.
Over the next few days, he was going out more often and coming back with that same shit eating grin. I assumed he was out fucking the same wife or other wives through his swinging site.
The house was nearing completion and I was looking forward to getting away from there. Walking around the house together, we identified some snags and faults that needed redoing. I calculated about another week of work.
Without any warning he turned and asked me,
"Have you ever done it? Swinging or fucked another mans wife?" His eyes blinking above me.
I took the question in my stride.
"Never been swinging. But yeah I've fucked another blokes wife." I replied.
"In front of him or behind his back?" He persisted.
"Once in front of him. The rest in secret." I answered openly. Garry chuckled and grinned.
"Fucking horny isn't it? Having the husband watching while you fuck his wife." He mused.
I didn't know where he was going with this line of conversation. I nodded and smiled at him.
"Would you fuck Karen? Be honest." He suddenly said, looking at the wall intently.
Trying to look unphased, I caught his eye as close as I could.
"Is this a fucking wind up Garry? She's your Mrs." I reminded him.
"No. Seriously. Would you fuck her? I mean, is she fuckable to you?" He pushed with an eager edge to his voice.
Karen wasn't an unattractive woman, though I'd barely seen her in the time I'd been in the house. Recalling her image she had a homely and kind face with long dark brown hair, striking blue eyes, rounded plump cheeks and full lips. She was on the curvy side around a size 16 or so i guessed, which showed in her full round arse and bust hidden under her work suit. I'd had my share of BBW's in my time and she was no worse than others I'd fucked before.
Figuring Garry didn't have the sense to sack me a week before the job finished, I answered honestly.
"Yes Garry, your wife Karen is very fuckable."
He licked his lips and wagged his finger at me.
"You should come with me to the swingers club next time." He suggested randomly.
"Oh really?" I raised my eyebrows "With Karen?"
"No." Garry frowned. "Just the two of us. She's not into clubs."