Mrs G Pt 3
Carol gets a job offer.
Tags Blackmail. Reluctance. Older Man. MILF. Sex. Squirting. Cheating.
Carol let the hot water cascade over her body. Nigel and Shelby had left for work. She'd cleaned up the kitchen, put a load of washing on then went upstairs to do the beds. As she'd pulled the tangled sheets from her own Carol wished she had waited to put them on first. There had been a lot of activity between them in the last few days. The same guilt that had started to fade after her dalliance with Ramon was back. Made even more acute by Felix's threat to expose their tryst if she didn't return that afternoon.
All week Carol had been trying to workshop in her own head how she could tell her husband to save slipping further into the abyss. Twice she had been preparing the ground but Nigel's responses had not lined up with her expectations so she'd kept her secrets. This morning she'd woken up at four am. Two hours of tossing and turning as her self imposed seven am deadline approached.
At six thirty she edged her way down under the covers and sucked her husband's cock into her mouth. It took some time to get it hard. When she had accomplished that she moved back up beside Nigel expecting him to take his usual position on top. Carol was surprised when he seemed reticent.
"I'm not sure I've got the energy."
"Come on honey." Carol urged him as she moved his hand to her pussy.
"What's got into you?" Nigel asked as he pulled his hand back. "I don't think we fucked as much on our honeymoon as we have this week."
Once again Carol realised she had miscalculated her husband's response to her manipulations. There was something accusatory about the tone of his question. She knew she had to deflect it.
"Don't you fancy me anymore?"
"What? No, of course I do, it's just..."
Carol cut him off before he could say anything else.
"Then shut up, lay back and let me do the work."
She climbed over on top of him. Reaching down she was disappointed to feel some of the firmness had gone out of his dick. With some effort she got it into her pussy and sat up.
"I hope you're ready for the fucking of your life Nigel Mason." Carol cooed as she placed Nigel hands on her swinging breasts.
Carol had put everything into it. She'd wanted to take him to such a blissful place that the shock of her confession could be controlled. Starting with a slow grind then working herself into a frenzy she'd cum first. As she kept going Carol could feel the beginnings of the higher plane Ramon and Felix had taken her to. Until Nigel's cock had shuddered spurting his load. Her desire to keep going was further thwarted when he pushed her off complaining that he was going to be late for work.
Now as the steam rose around her Carol was down to two choices. Call Felix's bluff and ignore his threat of exposure. Or go to the garage at five pm. She put on an exfoliating glove and began washing her body. When she got to her breasts the rough material reminded her of Felix's calloused hands. Her nipples got hard at the memory. When her caress reached the bruise caused by the car ornament on Felix's desk she snapped out of the daydream. Carol swore at herself and took the glove off.
When her washing got to her pussy she had to put in some extra time to remove her husband's crusty cum from her pubic hair. Carol allowed her fingers to slip between the folds of her labia. She was still horny so decided there was no harm in a little self love. As she was building to a climax Carol spied a rounded shampoo bottle on the shower shelf. Stopping her ministrations she bent and picked it up. It was similar in size to Felix's cock, maybe a bit thinner in diameter. Cautiously she slid the rounded top between her legs. It felt quite good but when she shifted her stance to give herself room to push it into her pussy she slipped on the tiles.
"What the fuck are you doing Carol?" She asked herself.
Out of the shower Carol selected the scratchiest towel as a form of punishment for her lack of self control. For the rest of the morning she set about cleaning the house from top to bottom. By the time she'd finished it was after one o'clock. At the kitchen table as she ate her lunch Carol made her decision. She would have to tell Nigel. She couldn't afford to let this get further out of control.
She poured herself a glass of wine and drank it as she ate. The buzz hadn't quite kicked in so she poured another before reaching for her mobile phone. Carol scrolled through to Nigel's number. The second glass was empty and she still hadn't rung him. Over the phone was too impersonal. It would have to be face to face. She would ring and arrange to meet him at the office after work. Her finger was trembling as it hit the green button.
"Carol? Is everything okay?" Nigel answered.
"Yes, yes everything is fine. I was just ringing to have a chat."
"Okay... um," Nigel was thrown by the unusual intrusion of his wife into his work day. "How was your morning?"
"Oh just the usual, cleaning and washing. How about you?"
"I had the Dorsey's in and the old fellow forgot his hearing aid so it wasn't the best."
"Oh okay, um," the things Carol planned to say seemed to have vanished from her brain. "Um, what are you doing after work today?"
"I've got the AGM at the golf club. I told you about it last weekend, remember?"
"Oh yes, okay, that's right, you did, sorry..."
"Is that a problem?" Nigel asked.
"No, no, it's just, um, the mechanic Felix rang and he wants to have a look at my car, um to make sure he er fixed it right."
