The next morning arrived and I was fantasizing about how I was going to use Mary Ann today. I was getting excited and thinking that I might have to shoot a load in her ass just to be able to concentrate on work. Maybe I should shoot the load in her pussy or mouth I wondered. The debate ended when she text me saying she was staying home sick. Since it was Friday, I was disappointed at not being able to use her until Monday.
Shortly after I arrived at work, her husband, Joe, showed up at the office with a friend. My heart sank. Did she tell Joe? What would he say? What would he do?
"Hey Joe" I said as I he walked in the door.
"Hi Dave. This is my friend Sam." Joe said.
"Nice to meet you Sam." I said as I shook his hand.
"You too." Sam replied.
"What's up?" I said looking at Joe.
"Mary Ann forgot her cell phone yesterday. How do you forget your cell phone?" He said.
"Good question." I laughed. The laugh was more of a release knowing that Mary Ann hasn't told her husband.
"Sam and I are heading up north for a golf weekend, but we had to make this detour." Joe lamented.
"Well," I thought quickly, "I have an appointment near your house. I could drop it off to her."
I know where they live because we have been at each other's homes on social occasions with our spouses.
"Could you?" Joe inquired. "It would save us from going back and we can get out ahead of the weekend traffic headed out of town."
"No problem," I replied. "Have a great trip and hit 'em straight."
I watched them drive off towards the highway instead of back towards Mary Ann and Joe's house. My mind was racing.
I waited about 15 minutes before I grabbed our toy bag, locked up the office and headed towards Mary Ann's. Being a small two person serviced based office it wasn't unusual for the office to be closed. If Mary Ann is off and I have an outside appointment or if I'm out and she goes to lunch we lock up. We don't have walk in traffic, we work by appointments. With my smart phone, lap top and wifi I can pretty much work anywhere.
The ride to Mary Ann's seemed to take forever. My mind raced from one idea to the next on how to use my slut. I wondered what she would have on? More importantly, how difficult would it be to get it off? Hopefully, Mary Ann has realized her situation and will decide to enjoy it and get into it.
As I pulled into Mary Ann's driveway I could see she was outside in the backyard doing some yard work. She had on a sweat shirt and jeans. The jeans made her round little ass look perfect. Nice and tight. I didn't think she was sick, just trying to stay away for a day to figure out what to do was my suspicion.
"Hi." I said as I approached her in the backyard.
"Dave? What are you doing here?" she asked and "Where's Joe?"
"I'm bringing you your phone and letting Joe head up north with Sam." I replied as I handed her the phone.
"What else do you want Dave?" she asked sarcastically.
"I came to take my slut shopping." I told her.
"Can't you see I'm busy working in my yard." Mary Ann insisted.
"You WERE busy doing yard work. Check out the new video on your phone." I told her.
As she checked her phone for the video, I checked her out. Her red hair was up in a bun to keep it out of her face while she worked exposing her beautiful neck which was usually hidden by her long hair. I could see sweat on the back of her sweat shirt from her hard work outside. It was kind of a turn on. The jeans Mary Ann had on looked like they were made especially for her.
"I can't believe you put the video of me peeing on my phone." She said softly.
"You know the drill Mary Ann. Unless you want that video sent to everybody you know and uploaded to various porn sites...well you get the picture. When are you going to just be my obedient dirty girl? You know deep down you love it and I'm going to bring that out of you." I told her.
"Now let's go get you dressed for our shopping trip." I told her as we walked towards the house.
Mary Ann walked slowly, with her head looking down and her shoulders slightly slumped. It was as if she was resigned to her fate. She paused outside the door to take off her shoes so as to not get the house dirty. I was going to make sure it's dirty enough in my own way I thought.
"Strip for me slut." I said as soon as we got in the door.
"Whaaat?" she stammered.
"Walk over to your laundry room and strip." I said as we moved towards the laundry room. "Take off your sweat shirt and your bra."
She slowly pulled the sweat shirt over her head tossing it in the dirty laundry basket and then she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Mary Ann let the straps fall off her shoulders before discarding the bra exposing her perky little up slopes.