Watching Marie cum, had the butterflies fluttering around between Rhonda's legs again. Their passionate kiss had her impatient for more. She couldn't believe she was still horny and didn't resist when Marie pushed her back and touched her again. With one hand between her legs, Marie's other hand worked at undoing her top and bra. Then she attacked Rhonda's breasts with teeth and tongue.
Lifting, Marie asked if Rhonda wanted to hear more of her adventure with Andrew.
"Oh yes. More, please."
"Well, by the time it started to get dark, we were all buggered. Andrew and Mark took me out to dinner. I had trouble with Mark trying to play with me under the table at the restaurant. People around us had to see what he was trying to do. But he didn't care, and his attention made me even hotter. I wanted to get back to the hotel for some more action. But they wanted to walk along the river. I should have realised what they had in mind, as I knew Andrew liked the thrill of getting caught. But still, it was a surprise when he pulled me into the shadows behind the Rowing Club; they made me remove my top and panties. I stood there in the cold, wearing only my skirt and high heels. People strolled by not twenty yards away, and they bent me over an abandoned skiff and took turns fucking me. You have no idea how fucking erotic it was. It was one long orgasm."
Imagining herself bent over the skiff, Rhonda was as hot as hell. She was about to come again. She could feel it growing in her bowels.
"Afterwards, they let me put on my top, not my bra or knickers and walked me back to the Motel. Mark, the bugger, was flicking my dress up whenever we passed anyone. I do not know how often I was fucked before it was time to leave the next morning."
Rhonda realised the exhibitionist elements of Marie's story were giving her an insatiable hunger. She grabbed Marie's wrist and urged her to thrust harder. Then, leaning forward, she clamped her mouth on one of Marie's breasts and let herself go. Her climax was much faster this time and more intense.
When she could focus her eyes again, Marie exclaimed, "God, that was good. We have to do this again. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it. That was fucking fantastic."
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Rhonda got home just after 4:00. Harry and his three golfing mates were all sitting around in the lounge talking shit and having a last beer.
Rhonda tried to slip past the lounge unnoticed, conscious she was pantyless. Her panties had been too messy to put on and were in her purse. Mark saw her and yelled for her to come and give him a kiss and hello. Harry gave him a filthy look, and the three guys all gave him a 'Whooo! Bit touchy, Harry!'
To further wind Harry up, as she was still angry with him, Rhonda answered back, "I'd love to Mark, but I'm all stinky. Been on my feet all day."
Mark yelled back that he didn't mind. Harry's angry look at Mark got another chorus of Whoo's from the guys. Rhonda went straight to the bathroom, threw all her clothes in the laundry basket and leapt in the shower.
After her shower, she crossed the hall to the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her and bumped into Mark, who was supposedly upstairs to use the toilet. The towel was not covering a lot, and blushing red, she rushed to her bedroom and locked the door. As she pulled on her jeans, it hit her that Mark would probably look in the laundry basket, see her dirty knickers and smell them. The thought sent an excited shiver down her spine. What a shame he's married my best friend, she thought.
While Rhonda waited for Harry's mates to leave, she turned her mind to her meeting with the accountant the next day. Rhonda felt better able to confront him now that she had discussed things with Marie.
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Rhonda rose early on Monday. Her brain was still reeling from her experience with Marie the day before. Shocked by the thought she had touched another woman, she was disturbed to find how worked up she was thinking about it. She'd tried to discuss the accountant with Harry the night before, but he was more interested in a program on the television, and he was the last person she could discuss her slip with Marie.
Doug had texted during the evening to say Bruce would be there at 8:00 sharp. That got a jealous reaction from Harry, the only emotion he had shown all night.
Doug was waiting for her on the porch when she arrived just after 7:00. He walked over to her as she climbed out of the car.
"I should go up and get the boys started," he said. "But I'll wait and introduce you to Bruce. He can be an arrogant bastard. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable with him, and I will stay."
Rhonda waved for him to go get the horse saddled, "I'll be fine. I'd like to see him on my own. I have a bit to confront him with and expect he will act all macho if you are there."
As promised, Bruce drove up the drive minutes before 8:00. He was tall and had lots of grey hair showing. He wore an expensive suit and would have cut a fine figure if not for his middle-aged spread. He hardly looked at Rhonda, grinning and slapping Doug on his back like old mates. He looked surprised and almost annoyed when Doug said he was leaving.
Rhonda guided him into the house and told him to sit. She pointed to the old armchair next to Shirley's desk. It must have been from the days when Doug's father ran the station, as the springs were gone. Bruce resisted and stood looking at her. Rhonda was standing in front of her office chair, the only other place to sit. She stood with her arm pointing at the chair until he gave in and sat. She secretly smiled as he sank, his knees almost touching his chin.
"Good, make yourself comfortable. I'm not sure how long this will take," Rhonda told him.
Bruce tried to take control, "Doug tells me you have some problems understanding the accounts."
"Mr Norton, I have no problems whatsoever understanding the accounts. But you may have, as I have picked up several irregularities. And your good friend Shirley has absconded with a substantial amount of money."
Bruce interrupted her, "I did not have much to do with the accounts. Shirley did the books, and as we have audited them for many years without issue, I may have gotten a bit lax in signing them off in recent years. I hand them to one of my juniors to sort through, then sign them off."
"And yet, Mr Norton, I see you have been sending Sterling Station an account for a substantial amount every month. That would suggest that someone spent time checking the books every month."
Bruce's composure dropped, and with a sneer, he said, "What do you want, lady? Money! You'll not get any money from me without a fight."
I don't want a penny. I want you to admit to what has been going on and need you to sort the books out so the station does not have trouble with the Tax Department. Then we will dispense with your services and get a new accountant."
"We, you say. We! Do you have your hooks in Doug and think you'll get his money?"
"I'm married, Mr Norton, and there is no romantic involvement between Mr McKenzie and I. But I like the position here and want it to be secure for the next few years. There are substantial unpaid accounts with little money in the bank to cover them. Your girlfriend Shirley has absconded with a substantial amount."
"That has nothing to do with me, and Shirley and I had no romantic involvement."
"No, you're probably telling the truth. Nothing romantic. But there sure was lots of sex."
As Bruce tried to stand, spitting out that he was not going to sit there and listen to any more of this crap. Rhonda, who had not sat down, stepped over and held her hand up to stop him, "I have proof of your indiscretions."
She reached for her phone, opened it to the picture of his poem, and stuck it under his nose.
Bruce collapsed back. "The stupid bitch promised me she had burnt all our correspondence. Where did you get that?"
"I found a couple of envelopes that had slid down behind all the old accounts. This poem was stapled to an account from you. Neither envelope had any writing on the front, indicating they were delivered when you came for your monthly bonk. Are you going to try to deny that that is your signature? I'm sure any court that reads the letters will be in no doubt that you came out here for sex every month. So you're saying you were hands off and only saw her once a year, which sounds like a big porky to me."
Bruce leaned forward, "Have you told Doug all this?"
"Not a word about you and Shirley. I'm scared he will fetch his shotgun. And I don't want him to go to jail for blowing pieces from a snake like you."
"What do you want?"
"I told you. I want you to sort out the accounts. I can see some glaring irregularities, and if a stupid woman like me can see them, I'm sure the Tax people will have a field day when I take these to them. And as you have signed off on ten years' worth, you will be more aware than me how long you will get. I also want you to pay this topdressing account," she said, picking it up from the desk and handing it to him.
"It's for $45,000. I don't have that."
"Well, you had better find it somewhere. I figure you have falsely charged Doug at least double that over the last ten years for doing nothing more than fucking his wife every month. And I'm sure that that is just the tip of the iceberg. You had to be privy to the syphoning off of funds to take these risks."
Bruce mumbled something into his clenched fist.
"What was that?" Rhonda questioned.
"I said I didn't sleep with her every month. Look, I have done something stupid, and I knew it the first time she lured me into her bed. But she was a beguiling, unscrupulous woman. It was her idea to charge Doug the money every month. I'm a good, honest accountant and have done nothing like this before. She had me over a barrel as she had photos of us. She had me by the balls. Once I started sending those monthly accounts, I was buggered."
"And you enjoyed it," whispered Rhonda.
"You haven't found any of those photos, have you?" he asked, looking hopeful.
His question jogged her memory. She shook her head, and he gave a relieved sigh. But she remembered a manila folder named 'Insurance' that was empty but showed impressions from papers and envelopes that had been in it. She surmised that that is where Bruce's photos had been and wondered how many others Shirley had a hold over.
She was startled back to reality as she heard Bruce speaking, "The problem was that she married Doug for his money. But ten years ago, when she finally decided to leave him, she learned that everything was tied up in a trust. And I mean everything. Her car was even part of a trust. She went to a lawyer and found that if she up and left him, it would likely take years to get any money. So she started syphoning off any money she could."
Rhonda interrupted, "So this all started ten years ago? I didn't see much evidence in the older accounts, but this year, she has withdrawn substantial amounts."
