Hottest Day of the Year

Hottest day of the year

One

Natalie checked herself in the mirror. Classy beige blouse and tailored slacks; she needed to look businesslike. They probably wouldn't be able to help her but she had to try. She had already confirmed that Spiers Agency was the only private investigation service within a fifty miles radius. She was about to put her mobile phone in her handbag, but hesitated. Better not; just in case.

As she drove into town, her mind wandered to sex, as it usually did when she was alone. Glen was a good man; wealthy, handsome and a fairly good lover. But he was a bit prim and proper. Sometimes she wished he would just ravage her, or do something out of the ordinary - disgusting even. He did sometimes make love in different positions and could be quite inventive. But there were many occasions when Natalie did not want to make love; times when she just wanted to get fucked. And recently she found herself thinking about it more frequently.

Despite the difficulties, she was definitely on the lookout for 'a bit on the side' - a bit of rough to be truthful. But she had to be careful as Glen was extremely jealous. She couldn't be absolutely certain but she thought he was keeping an eye on her. She worked on the principle that he could at least track her car - possibly her phone too. That kind of technology was part of his job.

"Sorry madam, but we cannot give you that information."

"But I'm not asking you to spy on anyone. I just need to know if someone's spying on me. I'm happy to pay."

"That's precisely the kind of thing we cannot tell you. If you want us to 'spy' on someone as you put it, we'll be happy to take your money."

She regarded the two men. The older one, obviously the boss, must have been late forties. He didn't look particularly seedy; but she guessed that expectation came from watching too many movies. The younger was probably mid to late twenties, and very handsome.

"Very well." she said rising.

"Sorry we couldn't be of help."

"I'll see you out." said the young man.

At the door, he muttered: "Starbucks, thirty minutes."

She had just started her latte when he came in.

"Hello again Mrs Marsden, I'm Des."

They shook hands.

"We'll have to make this quick."

"Go ahead, and please call me Natalie."

"I'm not working this weekend; is there a time when your husband is out of the house?"

"Yes, every Saturday, he plays golf all morning."

"Well I could come to yours and check if any surveillance has been installed. We have a device that detects everything - your house and your car. But I'll be sneaking it out of Spiers so I'll have to charge you a little."

"Excellent; do you know Beech Tree Lane?"

"Yes."

"Well ours is the last house on the left. It's quite far out and rather isolated. But we have a door cam for security so it will be difficult to approach. He always checks that when he gets back, and the camera can see right down the drive. He'll ask me who called."

"How about I take my car and follow you till we're close to your house? Then I can leave it in the lane, get in your car and duck down till we get there."

"That would work; we have an integral garage."

"Is there any chance there's surveillance in there?"

"I don't think so."

"Do you have a device that recognises your car number plates and automatically opens the garage door?"

"No, Glen did look into that but at the moment we have one of those remote control things in each car."

"Then we'll be ok." said Des."

"Good, I'll make it worth your while."

Two

Natalie drove to the mall early Saturday morning and did some unnecessary shopping. They met up and the plan worked better than expected. As the up-and-over door rose, Des spoke from under a blanket on the back seat. "Stop half way in; right under the door."

They did. It made a couple of attempts to close, sensed the obstacle, and gave up. The garage was next to the front door so Des slipped round the other side of the house and Natalie let him in through the back. Her luck was running; Glen's BMW was in the garage.

"He and his friend take it in turns to drive, so one of them can drink after the game. Today it must Jeff's turn. Do you know what the nineteenth hole is? I thought there were only eighteen, but he's always talking about it."

"He's referring to the golf club bar."

Des's device soon detected a forward facing camera in the BMW, and a GPS tracker in both cars.

"If he's checking on you there's sure to be a locator on your phone as well.

"Just as well I never took it to your office then."

Next he confirmed the door cam was a standard model. Then he went right through the house, checking every room. They ended up in the master bedroom.

"Absolutely nothing." he said. "I guarantee it."

"So, if we were both to take our clothes off - right now - my husband would never know."

"Correct; he wouldn't have a clue."

"Prove it." she said and quickly stripped naked.

They faced each other and Natalie sat on the end of the bed and squeezed his hardening cock.

"And if I licked and sucked this until it got hard, he'd be none the wiser?"

"He'd only know if you told him."

She did just that and soon he began to moan. When she was satisfied with her efforts she let go and lay back on the bed, where she gripped behind her knees and pulled them up to her shoulders,

"Well as long as you're certain - I did say I'd make it worth your while."

Their first time only took ten minutes and she insisted he come in her mouth. He soon recovered and started their second session going down on her. He was very good at oral and she had a climax as soon as his tongue found its way into her anus.. When he finished thirty minutes later, she'd had three more.

"Under the circumstances, use of the detection device will be free of charge."

"I should think so too you cheeky bugger!"

"But if I can have another session like that, I'll give you some useful information before I leave."

"Agreed - I want a lot more of that tongue and cock."

"Imagine you asked a private investigator, like me, to carry out surveillance on your husband. Well if he was already a client of ours, we'd have to refuse the job and recommend an alternative agent."

Natalie, not the sharpest knife in the drawer, thought for a moment. Then the penny dropped.

"Ah, would you accept a job from me please? I want you to set up surveillance on my husband."

"Certainly madam, come to our office next week and we'll arrange things."

She sighed with relief. The only check Glen was making was the locators on the cars and her phone. Des left via the other side of the house. It was easy enough to walk through some shrubs and hop over the fence into the lane. Driving back into town he tuned in to classic radio and grinned as he sung along with 'When will I see you again'.

That weekend Natalie was buzzing but made sure Glen got no more and no less than his usual quota of sex. There was no need to give him any clues. If he was tracking her car and phone, she couldn't continually drive into town. So, as agreed, she waited till Wednesday before meeting Des in Starbucks. She knew she didn't dare risk taking him back to the house so soon; it would be pushing her luck. But there must be some place nearby where they could park up and fuck in the back of the car.

"Bad news." he said. "The boss found out I borrowed that detection device. He worked it out straight away - who I'd helped. That's what he's good at after all. I have to stop seeing you or I'll lose my job."

Three

It was late morning a week later and Natalie was driving Glen's BMW. She should have been in her Ford Focus but the insurance had run out - again. Glen had called her a scatterbrain and he probably had a point; she had received a reminder after all. But secretly she loved the Beemer. It looked like a convential X5 but Glen was very security conscious as he occasionally carried sensitive papers. She thought it was paranoia but he claimed there were industrial spies everywhere. This car had bespoke locks which he'd designed himself. It also sported unbreakable toughened windows. He always boasted the prime minister should have one - nobody was going to break into Glen's pride and joy. Natalie cared for none of that. It was comfortable and she liked the colour. She was day-dreaming about Des and wondering if there was a way they could get together again.

She snapped out of her reverie; there was a nasty accident up ahead. Two cars had collided on her side of the road. It was a mess and there was an ambulance the far side of them, with its doors open. Now the flashing lights of a police car were coming up fast behind her. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to pull over. An approaching truck was far enough away, so she put her foot down. The BMW sprung forward and pushed her back into the seat. There was a bump as she swerved round the three vehicles. The police siren gave her a brief yelp as it pulled in, and the oncoming truck flashed its lights in irritation. Then she was clear. But it turned out, not

free

and clear. She could feel a disturbing vibration. A large garage was coming into view so she pulled in.

Before Natalie got out of the car, she checked her make-up in the mirror and undid the top button of her dress. The girl on reception paid no attention, but the guy who came to look at the BMW did. They went outside.

"Look," he said, "you've got a flat."

She frowned.

"It's your front driver's side tyre."

He pointed, and turned to stare at her cleavage again. That was far from flat.

"Oh no, can you fix it?"

He squatted by the wheel and Natalie stood next to him. It was a very hot day and her dress was short. She got as close as she could. A slight breeze caused it to billow out as he looked up at her. Good; she didn't want to be here all day. Her thong was small and white and she hoped he'd got a good eyeful. It might motivate him to give her a hand.

"Something got wedged in there!"

His grin threatened to touch his ears.

"Really?"

"Yes, look."

She couldn't miss this opportunity and squatted next to him, knees apart.

"It's a piece of metal; looks like part of a radiator grille."

"Oh, I must have picked it up when I passed the accident."

"Would that be the loud crash we heard?"

"Yes, it's not far back down the A3."

He had a last look between Natalie's damp thighs as she wobbled. Then he stood and offered his hand to help her up. She smiled and did a little curtsey.

"Oh shit; I've got your hand dirty now."

He pulled his T-shirt out of his jeans and wiped the oil stain on her palm.

"Sorry, I think I've made it worse. I'll show you where the bathroom is so you can clean up properly."

"Now where have I heard

that

before?"

They laughed.

Of course, she didn't know how to change a wheel and the damaged tyre was beyond repair. Natalie washed her hands and was offered a coffee and a seat while he put a new tyre on. But she took the drink into the workshop and watched him. The temperature was approaching its highest point and his T-shirt was soaking around the armpits, and down his back. As if her thong was not wet enough already, it now formed a wedgie and crept right up inside her. Every ripple of his muscles increased her excitement. He finished the job all too soon and she paid the receptionist with her gold card.

When she went outside, she saw him sitting just inside the open workshop doors. She went up to him and asked if it was ok if she gave him a tip. He was sitting in the shade, trying to catch some of the breeze.

"You don't need to but it would come in handy." He gestured to his sandwiches. "I can't afford a proper lunch; I'm only part time here."

"What's in your sandwiches?"

"Cheese and pickle."

"How about you come and sit in the Beemer with me? It's got air conditioning. We'd be more comfortable while I find my purse. And my mouth is watering; perhaps you'll let me have a little nibble?"

He jumped up and they got in the car. She drove it down the side of the building and parked in the shade. She didn't bother with his sandwiches after all. Once she unzipped him and gor his dick out, she forgot all about them and got a mouthful of something else.

When she got home she told Glen about the accident so he wouldn't query the credit card payment. But she kept quiet about the oral tip.

Four

A week later, Natalie was feeling hornier than ever. His name was Carter, he was eighteen, and he would only be around for the summer. In September he was off to university. He had the most magnificent dick she'd ever seen. OK, it hadn't been particularly clean and tasted a bit pissy, but what a load he produced - she nearly spilled some! It had been exciting but not very fulfilling. What she really needed was that monster inside her. She had Carter's phone number but was struggling to come up with a plan to see him again. He didn't even have a car.

"I have to go away for a week." Glen announced, "They're holding a major expo in Tokyo."

"Why Japan?"

"Because I own an electronics company Natalie. I need to keep up with the latest developments and Japan is where all the new technology will be on display."

"Oh, ok, when are you leaving?"

"I'll be off Wednesday morning and should be back the following Monday night or Tuesday, depending on which flight I catch. And I don't want you gallivanting off every day. You must stay here!"

"That's ridiculous! I'm not sitting in the house for a week. It'll feel like a prison!"

Glen put down his coffee and glared at her.

"Recently, you've been into town more than is necessary. You can go shopping once; we have plenty of food in so you don't need even that. And you can go up to the golf club for one evening socialising; no more."

"Why are you being so mean?"

"I don't trust you Natalie. I saw you flirting with the young man who came to clean the swimming pool. I've instructed the company to send an older man next time - or a woman if they have a female cleaner."

"I only gave him a glass of lemonade - that's not flirting."

"Maybe that's all you actually gave him but you were braless and stood chatting to him for six minutes."

'Six minutes'- he's been timing me!'

"I always go braless in the summer. We're so far out of town here - nobody ever sees. So you fired him just because I spoke to him?"

"I'm just being careful; I know what you're like."

"Yet I'm allowed up to your stuffy old golf club while you're away."

"I'm a founder member of that club and they all know me."

'They all know you're a hard bastard you mean; they're scared of you. You'd rip the face of any man who made a pass at me - and not just his face.'

"They will let me know if you attend more than once." Glen continued. "And they'll be on the lookout for any new member who doesn't know who I am, and makes an inappropriate move on you."

"You're being paranoid. What am I supposed to do with myself for a week?"

"You can tidy up all the food cupboards - they're sticky. And the two lawns will need a good mowing. Do the front one first."

"I thought we paid someone to come and do that."

"We did. But I caught him watching you sunbathing topless last time he was here."

"That was an accident! He'd finished the back lawn when I went out. I had no idea he'd come back for his shirt."

"I'm not convinced. Anyway last week I told him to stay away for a fortnight' just in case. So you can do it."

Natalie gave an inward groan. She'd been working on Jason who did the lawns. It had given her an extra tingle when he'd stared at her nipples. The trouble was Glen did not work regular hours and watched her like a hawk. Jason was as frightened of him as everyone else. She smiled at the memory of the secret blowjob she'd given him in the garage last month. That had been the first time in years she'd swallowed such a massive load; but then he was only twenty. Sucking Glen off was fun but he'd had a vasectomy after their daughter Cheryl had got married and flown the coop to Canada. Now he only managed half the volume.

Still, Glen being away for nearly a week should provide an opportunity for her and Carter. She needed the Ford this far out of town so she'd better make the most of her one trip. If only she'd thought to buy a burner phone.. Not only could he track her normal one, but he had a habit of making video calls at random times, day and night - checking on her. But there was a way round the problem. Carter was only spinning out the time this summer. She only had to smuggle him in here once and he could stay. And the adventure with Des had shown her exactly how to do it. Carter was part-time and she could pay him for a few lost hours if it came to that. She had a hidden stash of cash. The garage down the road was also a filling station so Glen wouldn't be suspicious if he tracked her stopping for fuel.

He was busy through the weekend, preparing for his trip, so she was bursting for sex by Sunday night. But he was exhausted and fell asleep before she could get to work on him. Monday night he claimed it was too hot for love making. And Tuesday afternoon he remarked he would have to get up very early on Wednesday. Next thing she knew he was off the a spare bedroom... 'So I won't disturb you when I get up'

'

But I want disturbing. Masturbation only does half a job.'

Five

After the usual 'Arrived safely' and 'Checked into hotel' messages, Natalie's phone went quiet for a while. The BMW was in the garage. Glen always took taxis to and from the airport; he tended to drink on long flights. She knew what to expect and put on a T-shirt and jeans; this time she even wore a bra. She dragged the lawnmower out and did half the front lawn - then stopped. Sure enough, Glen was video-calling her. She proudly held the phone up for a selfie showing him her progress with the mower.

"I'll do the back lawn tomorrow." she said. "So, show me some of Tokyo."

He did his own selfie and she saw the Japanese skyline behind him through the window.

"It looks fantastic!"

"It's damn hot, I can tell you that." he said.

"I bet it's even hotter here. This morning's report says we're having the hottest summer since 2016."

"Good."

After swapping weather news they hung up.

'Good, he really is out of the country.'

Natalie waited till Thursday morning before taking the BMW to the filling station, though it hardly needed any fuel. Both lawns were done. The forecast was predicting this would be the hottest day of the year so far. She was braless again and wearing a white pleated skirt. When she went in to pay for the petrol, she left her mobile phone in the car. At the counter she casually asked the guy if Carter was in today.

"Nah, don't know when his next shift is. He doesn't come in every day."

He ogled her breasts. That was ok, he was supposed to.

"May I use your phone a moment? I need to ask him if he can mow our lawns. I'll pay for the call."

"Sure. But could you move your Beemer off the pumps first?"

She reparked and went back in.

"Hi Carter; can you come out to the house and finish off that job you started?"

"You're ringing from the garage?"

"Yes."

"What about your old man?"

"No, that's fine. I'll pick you up from the shopping mall."

"He's away?"

The clerk was now speaking to another customer.

"Yes, he's away till next week." she said quietly. "Meet me at Starbucks in an hour. Pack some clothes for as many days as you can stay; till Sunday night if you're strong enough. And don't plan on going out much."

"I'll be there."

So far so good; if Glen was still able to track her from Japan, the phone and car had merely stopped for petrol. Now they were going to the shopping mall, for their one permitted trip. OK he was an expert in electronics and was always suspicious of her. But now she was sure there were no cameras on the property, except the front door. If Des's machine had missed anything he'd have known about her fucking him on the marital bed. And he'd have murdered her by now - and him - not gone off half way round the world and left her to it. And whatever else he could discern from afar, he couldn't possibly know her tyre-fitting stud was about to upgrade from his blowjob. A four night fuckfest was looming, and Carter's tongue invasion had told her he wanted her arse. Well he could have it - as many times as he could get it up.