A long ways from the end of my career I found myself laid off and looking for any kind of work. I opted to learn the fine art of being a Security Guard. My Mormon Chick co-worker Lori Ann made working for $9.50 per hour seem not all that bad. I couldn't believe my luck.
Lori Ann is a serviceman's wife. Embedded in her is the Mormon belief that a wife is sealed to her husband in heaven for eternity. When Lori Ann's husband decided to reenlist in the Army Reserves for a second term life didn't seem to be headed in the right direction. At age 27 she was hoping life was about to smooth out.
Her husband made a good salary, but this second tour of duty put him in Afghanistan. Being in a support and supply section didn't put him in a lot of danger. It did take him too many miles away to suit Lori Ann. You could tell she had a chip on her shoulder and even though their Temple marriage ceremony committed them for marriage even in death the man was at the point in Lori Ann's mind that he could just go fuck himself.
I'm what is known in Utah as a "Jack Mormon". That's someone like myself that was born into a Mormon family that is a member of the Mormon Church, but is not actively going to meetings.
This doesn't bother me in the least, but is a strain on my spouse as her family are up for everything the Mormon's offer or demand. They blame everything on me, the evil bastard that is going to apostate hell. An apostate being one that has not lived up to standards or dropped out of the church. Both of those would be me! So, I'll call myself Jack. I'm 50 years old.
My wife, Mary Beth, had taken a job in retail to help ends meet when my job ended and I ended up in a pretty bleak guard shack guarding the entrance to a commercial area. First of all, security work can suck. Getting the license can be a pain although I found it pretty easy.
After my instructions in the office I was sent to the guard shack for the infamous OJT ... yes, on the job training.
That's how I met Lori Ann. Lori Ann was cute. Petite and dark, you couldn't tell much about her figure in a unisex guard uniform. But, her ass did look good in the pants. Her almost black hair and green eyes made her easy to look at. Even with the man styled uniform shirt you could tell Lori Ann had a trim waist and what looked like nice handful sized tits.
My first day, or should I say night, on the job was when I learned Lori Ann had only been there a couple of weeks when I was sent to her for training to be her partner. Security works that way. People come and go. We were there 11 PM to 7 AM. Good old graveyard shift!
Jumping over the training part, it lasted only two shifts, I was official full time. I learned a little about Lori Ann and with the training done it was time to settle in and find something to do or talk about when no one was at the gate wanting access to the property.
At age 27, Lori Ann had 6 children. She had taken being a Mormon wife seriously. Shut your mouth ... spread your legs! Lori Ann confessed that she loved the idea of dropping the kids at his mom's and coming to work. Just knowing his mom would put the ones in school in the morning that were old enough and be babysitting the younger two while Lori Ann slept was pretty appealing to her.
My worst fear was that my mouth would get me fired ... or sued. Being with Lori Ann would be a challenge to my sexist pig attitude. Not that I am that bad, I was more afraid of the situation when you ask yourself, "Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?"
The first couple of weeks I sat and listened to Lori Ann talk about her family and about growing up in Utah in the Mormon Church. She even talked about some of the Temple rites that they are encouraged not to discuss with outsiders.
There were several times she would get in a position to show the best angle for me to be admiring her figure or bend over so I could admire the shape of her nice tight ass. Some about getting a peek at her LDS Mormon garments seemed extra naughty.
Then out of the blue Lori Ann said she had a leg cramp.
"What can I do to help?"
"If my husband were around he could massage it until it went away, but we all know where he is."
Thinking it might be worth a shot, I offered to try to massage the leg for her.
"Really? I never thought of that. Would you mind?"
"I'd be glad to try to help."
She put her foot up in my lap almost to my crotch. I didn't know shit about what I was doing. But, maybe Lori Ann knew more about what she was doing than I thought. I started to rub her calf muscle.
"Is that better?"
"It is helping some. My pants are loose fitting at the bottom. Try to massage inside the pant leg."
I was up for that. A couple of minutes of hand to skin on this lovely young woman and I was worried that she might see my cock becoming erect in my pants.
I was watching her face. She seemed to be far off somewhere. Was she trying to redirect the pain or was what I was doing to her leg affecting her womanhood. She let out a little grunt and a sigh that made me wonder is she had not just cum from my handiwork. She seemed a little unsettled.
"Oh, that's better. That hit the spot, so to speak."
"Really, I was watching your face and I thought I might be hurting you."
"No, it was just what I needed. I really enjoyed it ... I mean it really seemed to help."
This seemed like some kind of sexual double talk for "Thanks for making me cum, right here in the guard shack."
Maybe a little test was in order. "You never know. The other might cramp. Do you me to do it now?"
Lori Ann blushed deep red. She looked at my eyes and then looked away. It looked like she was trying to crawl backwards in her chair. I thought I had really fucked up. Then she relaxed. She was blushing even a deeper red.
"What did you ask me?"
Shit, this was it. A sexually inappropriate remark. My ass would be fired for sure.
"I asked if you wanted me to do the other leg."
She gave me a look. I knew I was dead. Then she got a goofy little smile on her face. A pickup truck came though our gate just then. I rose to go out to check his gate badge and vehicle sticker. I had seen the guy several times before. The back was empty and all I could see in the cab was his lunch in the seat. I waved him on through.
I stepped back into the booth. Lori Ann had a neutral look on her face. I sat down. She put her foot in my lap. I guess I was surprised.
"What? You thought I would forget?"
"No, I just thought maybe you had changed you mind."
"Hey, it's Saturday afternoon. Traffic is light. We might as well kill the time as best we can."
"Fine with me. Prepare to be thrilled!"
I gave her other leg the same treatment. Again, Lori Ann went to a far off place. There was no longer much doubt that what I was doing to her was sexual in her mind. She scooted a little lower in her chair. I was using both hands to knead and caress her calf muscles. She tensed and seemed to go over the edge.
"Wow, you were tense, huh?"
"Oh, if you could only imagine ..."
"I must be better at that than I thought I could be."
"Yes, you are very good."
There was no way I didn't make her cum. We each sat in our swivel chairs and looked at each other. Lori Ann turned to look out across the compound. I couldn't think of any thing else to say. I had pretty much given up hope on sex at home, yet I just made a 27 year old cum with a leg massage.
Lori Ann would probably think it over and make it my fault some way. Again, even with her in the lead did I make some kind of harassment mistake that would come back to haunt me? The rest of the shift got busy with traffic and it seemed that at least one of us stayed busy with clients passing in or out of the complex. I guess it was a good thing.
That night my wife looked sexier that usual. I knew it was more me than her. I kept getting a hardon thinking about Lori Ann's foot in lap, just inches from my cock in the guard shack. I played some grab ass with my wife. Maybe something at her work had gotten her in the mood.
I ended up between her legs for the first time in a couple of months. She seemed to be extra wet. I went into pretend mode. I was pretending she was Lori Ann. Most of it was a guess, but kissing and biting her nipples became Lori Ann's nipples. My thoughts were of fucking Lori Ann's young pussy. I shot one hell of a load and it was over.
Waking up the Sunday morning I was replaying it all in my head. From hands on Lori Ann's feet and calves to dumping in the big load of cum in my wife. I was hard and my wife was wet. But, wait ... I was hard because of Lori Ann. My wife was just exceedingly wet. We were approaching senior years and I don't remember her getting that wet even in her teen years.
Maybe I should have been paying more attention to her than just the idea of dipping my dick in her. My wife gets off work a full 3 hours earlier than I do on Saturdays. I think I just might have fucked my own wife and gotten my first sloppy seconds. That fucking cunt!
Now I had myself going. I tried to think of someone she worked with that might be the culprit. Then it could be a customer in the store where she works. The only neighbor I've seen her shine up to is her friend's husband. They are an LDS couple. He is the Bishop in this ward. We aren't good practicing Mormons, and even with all their little differences, we get along well with each other. Never doing couple things, but sometimes in the same places at the same time, including visits to each other's houses.
I kind of narrowed it down to someone she met at the store. How would she do that? I could think of a couple of places there where she could fuck a guy. But, more likely, go to his house, or a motel. I didn't want to think of her fucking a stranger in our house.
My mind drifted back to the Bishop. There was a rumor of a young couple seeking his advise when he ended up fucking the wife. But, probably just a rumor. Then again, he did get hands on mine a couple of times right in front of his wife and myself. My wife didn't seem to mind, but his was miffed and the conversation ended pretty abruptly.
My wife was wet. She had to know it. Maybe she didn't think I would notice. Maybe she didn't care. I watched a lot of cum seep out of her after I fucked her. I hadn't noticed that happen before. I was feeling pretty proud of myself at the time about the volume of it all. Now I felt pretty screwed over.
It had to be the fucking Bishop! But, his wife would have had an eye on him Saturday. They seemed like they were always together on weekends. I wanted to eye to eye with the cocksucker, but being Sunday, and him being Mormon, they were pretty much into Church for the most of the day.
Over lunch I decided to pick my wife for information to get a clue about if and who she had cheated on me with.
"I kind of miss out on what goes on around here on Saturday with this new job. What did you do after work?"
"I came home and cleaned up and did some chores."
I let it rest a little while. Then asked her about seeing the Bishop's wife.
"How are you and your little Mormon friend lately? Have you two been up to anything?"
"No, she seems a little distant. I haven't talked to her much since you were with me when we last talked them."
