This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.
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Paula's mind raced as she drove towards home. Her thoughts spiraled as she tried to put into meaning the events that just happened over the last 2 hours. One thing was for certain, her life would never again be the same. "What am I going to do? How did this happen?" She pushed down on the gas and sped towards her family, waiting for her to join them for dinner, and away from the man who had just shaken her world to the depths of her soul.
"I should have never taken that money. I should've replaced it, made more of an effort to put it back" she thought. "I should've hid it better. How did he find it? I could lose my job. He could put me in jail." Jail. How could she go to jail? "Emily. Paul." She thought of her children, the only reasons she took that money to begin with, and the shame and embarrassment they would feel because of her.
Anxious, she pushed the button to switch on another CD. As Paula heard Faith sing, 'I can feel you breathe', her thoughts changed. "How can I ever look at George again? I broke my vow to him in front of God. He'll see it in my face." She looked down at her left hand as it gripped the steering wheel. All she could think about was that man's cum smothering the ring that George had placed on her finger 24 years ago. Her stomach turned.
She loved her husband. He was the only man in her life, the only lover she had known. George was not the greatest provider. They always seemed to be just one step ahead of the next bill, but Paula knew that George loved her.
In turn, after all of these years, Paula's heart still skipped a beat whenever she heard his voice. She had always been faithful to him. In all honesty, it wasn't really that much of a sacrifice for her. George was everything to Paula. And she had betrayed him.
She felt her stomach turn again, afraid she was going to vomit. She saw a McDonalds ahead and pulled into the parking lot. Quickly, she went into the restroom and washed her hands. She scrubbed her wedding ring to be sure that all of that man's semen was off of her hands, especially her ring. Splashing some water on her face, she looked in the mirror, composed herself, went back to her car and continued home.
She drove past the church where George preached Tuesday and Thursday evenings. "I've sinned. I've broken the Lord's commandments. I've stolen. I've lied. I've been unfaithful. I'm so sorry. God, please forgive me. Please give me the strength to be the person you want me to be." Paula prayed. She prayed harder than she had ever prayed before.
Paula had gone against her values and convictions. "How did this happen to me?" There was one thing Paula was always certain of and that was that she was a good person. She was a good Christian woman who would never break her wedding vows. Her faith was central to whom Paula Thornton was and now she had violated those sacred cornerstones of her religion. "Please God. Give me the strength to right these wrongs. Give me the strength to beat this devil."
Paula thought of Mark. "The Devil. Satan. How could anyone be so cold and heartless? Perverted? Sick? Disgusting? Filthy? Degenerate." She felt nothing but contempt for that man. He truly was the devil. "My boss." Her mind raced again. "How can I go to work and see that sleazebag every day?"
Then she remembered his words to her, "You're my little slut now." Again, her stomach turned. How could anyone say that to her? She felt her eyes begin to well up.
It finally registered with Paula that he was not finished playing his sick and twisted game with her. "How far would he take this?" she thought.
And then she remembered something else he had said to her. "Come back to work on Monday but this time, I want your pussy shaved for me." Her stomach churned faster at the memory of his voice.
"That filthy pig saw me. He saw my vagina. He saw me touching myself. Masturbating. He made me do those dirty things." Turning down the block, she saw her house and pulled into the driveway.
As Paula turned the engine off, she felt the dried juices on the inside of her thighs, the last remnants of her orgasm. The cool air slid up her dress as she opened the car door and stepped out, touching her where her panties should have been. Stopping at the door, she took one last moment to compose herself, one last deep breath, and walked.
*************************************************************************** Mark closed the car door as he slid inside. His shirt tugged at his waist as he sat down, the dried cum pulling at his pubic hair. He smiled at the thought of what had just unfolded in his office only a few minutes ago.
It was his first orgasm since he found out his ex-wife had cheated on him and served him with those damn divorce papers. How long had it been? "Too long" is the only answer that made sense to him. He turned the key in the ignition, put the car into drive and drove off into the night.
Mark thought of Paula. He was surprised as to how sexy he found her to be. He had always been attracted to younger woman. The cheerleader type. Smaller, athletic women. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Women who like to dress in skimpier clothing, showing off their assets. Like Cheryl.
But Paula, she was different. She was older of course, but there was something else there. At first, Mark could only guess as to what her body looked like and, since their little meeting, he was now sure. "For an old married woman, she's pretty fucking hot" he thought. "Those tits are perfect. And her ass. Mmmmmmm." He felt his cock getting hard again. Yes, she was pretty fucking hot, an absolute MILF hidden beneath those glasses and frumpy clothes.
But there was something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. He thought about Paula as he drove. Turning off the air conditioning, he lowered the window. The warm evening air rushed inside the Lexus as he drove. Breathing deeply, he turned down the boulevard towards his rented home.
Paula. He remembered the look in her eyes, the blend of shame, embarrassment, humiliation, sadness, contempt, anger, surrender and excitement. What was it? He felt his cock shift inside his boxers as Nickelback sang to him. That last emotion in Paula's eyes, darting in and out of her expressions. That's what got him. Her sensuality.
He smiled at the realization. He knew it was there inside her. Hidden, deep behind all of those other feelings and emotions, was a burning sensuality. That's why he found her so attractive. He could sense it in her before he could realize or understand it.
Mark continued on into the night. He wasn't really hungry and not in much of a hurry to get home. "For what? Watch another lousy movie?" He didn't feel much like going out to a bar either, but rather enjoyed basking in the afterglow of his encounter.
His mind replayed the events as they occurred. How Paula looked as she stood before him, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Mark thought about his first glimpse of her large chest, encased in that ridiculously unattractive bra. He envisioned how it fell off of Paula's tits when she reached behind and unclasped the hooks. "God, those tits are soooo big and round." His cock stiffened more.
He remembered how she lifted her skirt, the sight of her ass in those panties. He remembered spanking her and how much it aroused her. And how much it aroused him. His mind drifted. He loved the feeling of control. That's it, control. Not really about causing her any pain but more about being in control. He loved it that Paula did what he told her to do, not because she wanted to but because she had to.
It was not just the control over her, but the power that came with it. That's what was so fucking hot. He made her do things she had never done with another man. Her reactions told him so. She would never do anything like that on her own. She would have to be forced to do those things, against her own free will. She would never spread her pussy like that, not for anyone, or fuck herself like that, suck on her own gorgeous tit like that, in front of anyone, ever. And she certainly would not jack anyone off. Well, not now, now that she is married. There might have been a time or two when she was younger and dating, but certainly not now. Mark smiled as the night got darker.
He thought about Cheryl. He was never like that with her. He had wanted to get a bit more aggressive in their lovemaking. He had suggested tying each other up once or twice, only to be met Cheryl's disapproval. He remembered the time he playfully smacked her ass while fucking her from behind and how mad she got at him. That was the last of any of that kind of goofing around.
They had tried different positions. They even did some public stuff, but it was all at Cheryl's initiation. Mark tried to be the 'perfect' man for her. Not trying to be someone else other than himself but rather trying to put her wants first. The whole "on-a-pedestal" thing.
Maybe that's where he fucked up. He gave her what she said she wanted. "Obviously, it wasn't what she wanted otherwise she wouldn't have been fucking someone else" he thought. He should have given her what she needed, "but what the hell was that?"
Mark thought back to Paula and what she had done in front of him. The memory of her as she lifted her skirt, crying, as she slid her finger into her pussy, burned in his brain. He saw how her eyes could not suppress her desire as her orgasm built. He saw her explode in front of him. How she came all over the file in his briefcase.
Mark thought, "That's what she needs." Don't hide that passion and sensuality but get all of that out of her. Mark decided that was exactly what he was going to do. His weekend was beginning to look better already and he couldn't wait for Monday morning. He sped off into the night, with no real destination in mind.
*************************************************************************** Paula's weekend was anything but enjoyable. She was late for dinner on Friday, but George hadn't really paid much attention. He was busy watching some rerun on TV. Emily, her 18 year old daughter, was out with her friends enjoying her last summer before college. Sixteen year old Paul had been busy working his summer job, nights and weekends at a local pizza parlor. "So much for dinner with the family" she thought.
