Sitting on her bed, wearing only bra and panties, Laura Bowen contemplated three matters. The heat, what her life had become and how she should proceed from this point on.
"The days just seem to get hotter and hotter in this god forsaken town," she thought.
Laura had played tennis that morning and despite having showered, she continued to perspire freely. However, the heat wasn't her primary concern. Every time she arrived home from tennis she half-expected to see Kirton Hughes sitting in her lounge, waiting for her. It had been two weeks since she'd arrived home to find him there, uninvited. In that time he'd not returned, nor had he communicated with her. Despite this gap the prospect continued to worry her.
For Laura the lack of communication was a double edged sword. On the one hand she was relieved at not having to continue relations with the man, but on the other hand her dream of a job with Hughes and Co. remained just that, dreams.
"I was a fool to even ask him in the first place. He couldn't care less about my abilities in the accounting field. I'm nothing more than his little tramp and half this town seems aware of that. Now I've tried to cash in on my loose morals, when my loyalty should lie solely with my husband. He desires I don't work," she thought, berating herself as another wave of guilt washed over her. "He would also desire I remain a faithful wife."
The problem was, Laura had too much time to dwell on her infidelity. Long days, largely spent on her own, saw her guilt grow stronger. She searched for ways to absolve herself of this and, just as she was beginning to doze off to sleep, she had an epiphany.
"That's it. That could help," she determined, deciding to introduce her husband to new practices she'd recently learnt.
Laura felt certain that by doing so, she would in some way both absolve herself of guilt and get similar fulfillment from her husband, to that which she'd experienced with Kirton Hughes. She decided to act that night. Her husband had been working late over recent evenings and they hadn't made love for some days.
"He'll be keen," she thought, before some doubt wormed it's way in. "Although he doesn't much like change in the bedroom."
Despite this, Laura was determined to proceed with her plan. That evening she waited for Gerry to come to bed.
"You still awake baby!" he stated, stripping to his boxer shorts.
"I thought I'd wait up," she said, putting down her book. "I thought maybe we could... you know."
"Oh yeah..." her husband said, slipping into bed beside her and turning out the lamp, "...thought we could do what?"
"This!" Laura replied bringing a hand to the front of his shorts.
Just as she'd hoped, Gerry had quickly shown an interest.
"That feels nice," he said, as she stroked him through the material, in the darkened bedroom.
"I thought you might like it," she whispered, pleased to feel her husband growing under her touch.
As was their pattern, Laura removed her wispy night slip and shifted higher to present a nipple. Gerry suckled on it like a baby. They both enjoyed this act. Laura knew it would see her husband grow harder and her wetter.
It wasn't unusual for Laura to initiate sex, her husband not minding this. However, once under way he liked to take control, dictating the nature of their lovemaking, which invariably followed the same pattern. Laura had always been happy to go along with this, with the unspoken agreement between them that Gerry was the more experienced in the bedroom. Now, after her recent experiences with Kirton Hughes, Laura knew this was no longer the case.
After presenting him with both breasts, their normal routine would see Laura move onto her back and welcome him above her. This time she had something different in mind and the mere thought excited her further. She heard him exclaim when she kissed her way down his chest, to concentrate on his nipples for a time. She returned her hand to his shorts pushing them clear of his cock, pleased to find him fully erect. While she stroked him, he rubbed her head and hummed, indicating he didn't find these actions distasteful. Soon she kissed her way down onto his stomach.
Laura intended to pleasure her husband in the same manner Kirton Hughes had demanded of her. She had a secondary plan that her husband might later learn to reciprocate, bringing her the sort of immense pleasure she'd experienced with the Big Man.
She brought fingers to his balls and lightly rolled them around, just as Kirton had her do. She began gently nudging his cock with her cheek. Her efforts were getting her quite aroused. Unfortunately, they weren't having the same effect of her husband. When she extended her tongue to lick his cockhead, he called a halt.
"What are you doing down there?" Gerry questioned.
"Nothing baby. I was just wondering... maybe you wanted me to try something a little different tonight."
"Oh.. like what?"
"Something you might like. Maybe I could put it in my mouth for a bit?" she'd suggested, lifting his cock and moving to kiss the head.
"I don't think so," Gerry replied abruptly. "Come up here."
Deflated, Laura had done as asked, moving back up to his torso. He'd kissed her briefly.
"That's all I need from your mouth. That other stuff's a bit dirty. Now roll over like we do baby."
Laura did as she'd always done, moving onto her back and parting her legs. Her husband followed and soon he was probing her pussy, searching for the opening. She'd wanted to reach down and help him in his efforts, but was aware he'd never liked that either.
Eventually, he located what he was looking for, immediately pushing up into her. He began to fuck her with urgency. Laura initially felt deflated by his rejection. However, the nature of their foreplay had aroused her. Despite her husband continuing to plough into her, in his usual unsophisticated manner, she was aware she could bring herself to climax with one small tactic.
Up until recently this had been mere fantasy. Now she was able to turn to recent memories of events in another part of her house, only meters from where she now lay under her husband. The memories were stark.
While her husband continued his unrefined efforts above her, In her minds-eye Laura took herself back to the bathroom on that day. There, still fully clothed in her tennis dress, a fully naked Kirton Hughes took her from behind. This vision rapidly brought her on. As the sensations rose she began to buck her hips, reaching to grip a buttock with her finger-nails. In this manner Laura managed to get herself there. A small orgasm, just before Gerry thrust in one final time, tensed, gave a grunt and then collapsed atop of her.
Once he withdrew and rolled to lie beside his wife in the dark, Gerry complimented her.
"Golly, you really got into it tonight baby. See, I told you we don't need to do any of that other stuff to have a good time."
"Yes, you're right darling," Laura had lied, listening to her husband drift off to sleep.
While her husband slept beside her Laura berated herself for using memories of her time with Kirton Hughes to raise her arousal and bring physical satisfaction. She cursed herself for being so weak and determined she would try harder in future.
The following day Laura was again sitting on the bed, still both frustrated and guilty, as she recalled the events of the previous night. The phone beside the bed rang. Absent mindedly, thinking it would be Gerry, she reached over and picked it up.
"Mrs. Bowen. I hope you are well," she heard.
"Yes thank you Mr. Hughes."
"Good, good. I'm away next week, so we need to catch up before then. What about this Thursday?"
It was his usual demanding manner and Laura recognizing this, steeled herself to reject him. However, the mere suggestion of a meeting brought an image of him standing naked in front of her, his cock standing firm and erect, close to her face.
"Pull yourself together," she thought, before stating forthrightly, "No, I'm sorry but that doesn't suit me. Actually no time suits me this week. I'm very busy."
"No you're not," came the blunt reply. "Outside of tennis, your book club and cleaning house, you have plenty of spare time. I wish to help you fill in that time. In addition, I want to discuss your job request."
Mention of the job saw Laura hesitate and some seconds of silence followed. The prospect of employment, an escape from boredom, along with the sexual fulfillment their liaisons brought her, threatened to overwhelm commitment to her marriage. She shook her head to clear it and resolve returned.
"That's very nice of you but no I... I can't do it. Please don't call on me again," he said, and abruptly hung up.
Laura lay there in the mid-afternoon heat, more guilty and deflated than ever.
"I'm so weak. I only have to talk to the man, and I begin to falter."
Laura knew where her wavering was rooted. Raised in a Christian household, hard work was prioritized, and she'd always been a hard worker. Lying idol on her bed did not sit well with Laura. However there was another thing that had caused her to hesitate before declining to see him. She could not deny that she'd long fantasized about this type of man. However, formerly these had been mere dreams, which she'd been certain would never be acted upon.
"Guilty secrets known only to me. How did I previously keep them in check?" she pondered, before it suddenly came to her. "My faith! It was my faith that caused me to back away from temptation."
Laura suddenly felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. She made the decision to return to church for the first time since her and Gerry had arrived in Kirton Hughes mining town.
"And I'll avoid any communication with that arrogant devil of a man," she thought, immediately feeling more resolve, before the phone startled her.
"It's a test," she thought, aware it was just as likely Gerry.
She lay there waiting for the ringing to cease, relieved when it didn't restart.
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A week later Kirton Hughes phoned the Bowen home, and again got no answer. He tried a number of times and becoming frustrated, hung up and considered his options. He'd noted her hesitation when phoning the previous week.
"For a few seconds she considered my offer to meet. Part of her wanted too, but her silly conservative morals won out. Now she's sitting at home alright, merely choosing not to answer. I could go over there, but I don't want to do that again. There must be another way..."
One reason he didn't drive directly over to the Bowen household was that he'd been away on business in the big city, for the past five days. He'd taken two accounts staff with him, along with his secretary, Bridget Huff. She was there ostensibly to take notes, but each night she'd come to his room, not leaving until the early hours. For this Bridget received a substantial travel allowance and time off during the day, to spend shopping.
"Come through for a minute can you Miss Huff," Kirton said, and soon the young secretary entered. "Have you got any up to date intel on Mrs. Bowen, Bridget."
"Ahh yes. My friend Geraldine from the tennis club, told me Mrs. Bowen attended church for the first time last Sunday."
