Hi again,
In Part one I mentioned eighties porn stars that inspired characters for the story. There's a new character in this one, Lucia, who's genesis comes from the Latina sexual firebrand Francesca Le.
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Mrs G Pt 4
Carol goes to work.
Tags. MILF. Older Man. Threesome. Younger Woman. Oral Sex.
Carol looked at herself in the full length mirror. She was wearing a new bra and panty set. It was a perfect fit, accentuating her assets while diminishing the flaws. Felix was going to love it. Although he mostly preferred her naked. It was four weeks since he'd fucked her a second time. Three and a half weeks since the Wednesday evening she'd waited until the other staff had left and slipped in the workshop to tell Felix she was taking the 'job'. He'd shown no great excitement as he drawled he'd see her on Friday,
Driving away Carol could remembered feeling appalled at her decision. The offer she'd dismissed out of hand at first had gnawed away at her the entire weekend. Carol was still saying no on Monday night when she had sat next to her husband on the lounge watching television. There was a current affairs show on and they had a special feature on the obstacles women face in the workforce. Nigel had made some irritating comment about how lucky she was that she didn't have to worry about that.
"Actually, Felix offered me a job last week." She'd said without really thinking her statement through.
Rather than question her further or show some support he'd laughed. Laughed so hard he almost fell off the lounge. Carol remembered standing up abruptly and stomping her way to the stairs before turning to inform Nigel not only had he offered her a job but she was going to take it. Upstairs as she'd calmed down Carol felt some regret but recognised a familiar slither of excitement at the prospect of spending Friday afternoon with Felix.
Eventually Nigel had come up stairs and apologised for laughing. He'd cautiously asked for more information. When she told him it was only doing some book work on Friday afternoons he informed her what a great idea it was.
"That's brilliant, give you something to do. Get you out of the house."
At that point he was quite lucky Carol didn't throw the shoe in her hand at his head. Instead she tested how far she could go.
"I might be late home some Fridays. The workshop shuts a four thirty but I'll have to finalise the invoices for the last jobs after that."
"It won't matter. I'll be at the golf club Friday evenings for the rest of the year. They run their raffles every Friday and now I'm treasurer I should be there."
The thought of being a golf widow on Friday as well as half the weekend helped lessen some of her guilt. After the second time at the garage Carol had rushed home panicked that Nigel might beat her there. In the end she was showered and was in bed by the time he stumbled in. Too drunk to drive he'd got a taxi home after his golf buddies celebrated or maybe commiserated his election as treasurer. He taken off his clothes, collapsed on the bed and been asleep in a minute.
Now four weeks later the second thoughts had diminished. It was still hard to face herself on Saturday but by Thursday Carol found herself day dreaming about getting another dirty fucking from Felix. Carol's libido had increased so much Nigel was still getting more than his usual access to her pussy and mouth. It just wasn't the same with her husband. She felt the need to tone down her new found skills so her husband remained oblivious to her infidelity.
To help get her through the old mechanic had given her a present two weeks ago. A large dildo with a suction cup on the end so she could stick it to the wall, seat or floor. It was currently on a towel on the bed as she'd used it in the shower to get herself loosened up for her lover. He'd given her another present last week. This one was causing Carol more apprehension. She went to her underwear drawer and pulled out a small wooden box that had been hidden under a pile of panties. Sliding the lid back Carol lifted out the small chrome butt plug.
It was another step down a path her upbringing told her was perverted and wrong. Yet at their last meeting when Felix had folded her legs up and told her to spread her butt cheeks she'd welcomed it. Sighed as he applied some lubricant to her puckered hole. Then groaned when he pushed it past her sphincter into virgin territory. Just the memory of it stirred the inner slut Felix had awakened in her psyche. Carol retrieved a tube of lube she'd purchased to help with her dildo. Pushing down her panties she used her finger to spread some around her butthole. The plug was cold as it pressed against her skin. She felt the stretch as her rectum opened to accept the intruder. Then it swallowed it, snapping shut leaving only the bejewelled disc protruding.
As Carol walked into the garage she was conscious of the four men's eyes following her. Felix and his mechanics were always polite in their verbal interactions with her in this space. Saying hello and making everyday conversation if the opportunity arose. She did wonder if they knew what happened in the office after they left for the day. Last week might have given them a hint. Felix had been unable to wait until closing. He'd come in during the afternoon, locked the door and ordered her to suck his cock. Hearing the everyday noises of the garage going on in the background as Felix's fat cock spurted it's load down her throat had been a huge turn on.
Now as the sounds of her heels on the concrete floor echoed through the industrial space Carol felt unexpectedly empowered. In all of her previous life she had never felt like a sexual being. She'd been brought up in a conservative Christian household. Attended a Christian college, met Nigel, got married and had kids. Apart from some hushed late night conversations with her college girlfriends her husband had been her tutor in the carnal world. Up until recently she would have said he'd done a very thorough job. Discovering sex with her husband had been fun, indeed it still was. Now she realised it had been like introducing a non drinker to fizzy cocktails or wine at a party. Felix had taken her down the back lane to a grungy bar and was giving her a taste for hard liquor.
That was the perfect analogy Carol thought as she opened the door to the office. She was both infatuated and intoxicated with Felix. She knew he would move on once the novelty of corrupting her had worn thin. Her task was to make sure she wasn't an addict by then. The way Carol rationalised it from both the addiction and guilt side of the equation was it was only a couple of hours once a week. So like six and a half days out of three sixty five in a year, yes she had done the calculations several times. It was way less time than Nigel spent at the golf club. The other three hundred and fifty eight she was the same faithful dedicated wife. Perhaps even a sexually enhanced version.
Carol sat down and opened up her laptop. She'd just got the spreadsheet she'd been working on up when Felix came into the office. Seeing the hunger in his eyes inflated her ego further. When he closed the door and clicked the lock her pussy started to get wet. He walked around behind her chair and placed his big hands on her shoulders.
"Did you get that job done I asked you about?"
"Yes it's right here." Carol said pointing to the screen in front of her. "I've set it up so I put in the hours worked and the parts they've used so it gives a complete picture of who makes you the most money."
