It was Monday morning, a bright sunny start to the working week and for Meg Hughes it was her first day back at work since she and husband Ben had returned from their latest trip to the holiday park.
Owning a mobile home on the park, they went as often as they could throughout the year. It was their way of escaping from the pressures of their working lives. This last trip had long been anticipated as it had coincided with the annual dinner dance held by the site management for their owner occupiers.
Meg drove into the underground car park and pulled into one of the company designated parking spaces. She was preoccupied with her thoughts as well she might be. For on this last trip she had cheated on her husband for the second time. She had been fucked several times by another man. An older man. And what made it even worse was that she'd enjoyed every single minute of it.
She took the lift up to the 6th floor of the building and on reaching the company offices scanned herself in, the doors opening with a buzz to alert the receptionist inside.
"Morning Victoria," Meg said politely to the young, petite girl sitting behind the desk.
"Good morning Mrs Hughes," she replied.
"Coffee on?" Meg asked over her shoulder, as she passed by.
"Yes Mrs Hughes."
"Okay Victoria. Thank you. I'll bring you one back."
"Thank you Mrs Hughes," Victoria called after her. She watched Meg disappear from view and shook her head ruefully. She wasn't sure if people were actually aware of the real Meg Hughes. It was strange how a lot of her co-workers were intimidated by her. So much so that they'd even bestowed on her a nickname. The Ice Maiden they called her. Victoria thought it very unfair but even though she wasn't one of those who used it she could see why others did.
In part, some was due to her formal office attire. Meg was dressed today as she always was. Tight fitting pencil skirt that came just past her knees. Short, waist length jacket to match. Usually black, sometimes dark charcoal grey, the odd time navy blue. Crisp white blouse. Black or navy 4" heel shoes to match. Blonde hair pulled back into a severe bun. Aloof, cold almost, very professional, very stern. She always seemed so totally in control but to Victoria she was lovely and had shown her nothing but kindness since the day she'd started.
Oblivious to the musings of the young receptionist, Meg continued on her way, passing by several empty glass fronted offices as she did so. She was always one of the first managers to arrive at the start of the working day. She finally reached her destination, entering a large kitchen area through an open archway.
As usual the kitchen was empty. She poured herself a mug of coffee from the pot on the worktop. Thanks to Victoria there was always fresh coffee on the go this early.
"Morning Meg, and how are you today?"
Meg turned at the sound of the voice to see her friend and work colleague Diana entering the kitchen.
She smiled. "Morning Diana, fine thanks," she replied, "and you?"
"I'm good thanks," replied Diana as she drew closer, "and a lot better than you by the look of it. Gosh girl, you look absolutely knackered. I don't think going away to that caravan of yours is doing you any good at all," Diana said peering closely at Meg's face. She looked so pale and drawn.
"It's not a caravan, it's a mobile home, if you don't mind," Meg retorted, "and there's nothing wrong with me, thank you very much!"
"Mmmm, I'm not so sure, you look absolutely buggered to me. If I didn't know any better I'd have thought you and Ben had been shagging all weekend!" Diana countered with a throaty laugh.
Meg felt herself blush. She'd long ago confided to Diana that she and Ben weren't intimate that often. After all, they had been together for over twenty years. Ben had been her only boyfriend, they'd met and dated in school. This had led to an early marriage and three kids in quick succession.
In all that time she had never thought about cheating on him. He was all she ever wanted. She loved him and that was that.
But now, unfortunately this had all changed in the past few months when unknown to her, she had been selected by William Hamilton; who by definition would probably be described as a sex predator; as a woman he would like to seduce and fuck.
William's story was that he liked sex but had grown weary of dating since his divorce. For one thing he was now entering his sixties and didn't want to be stuck in a relationship with any one woman. Not now.
His eureka moment came after he'd seduced a married woman whilst on a mini river cruise holiday. It was at that moment he'd come to the realisation that he thrived on the excitement of illicit love. To him the denouement following the pursuit and seduction of attractive and seemingly unobtainable women gave him a powerful buzz that was almost as pleasurable as the actual act of sexual intercourse itself.
Enthralled by the experience he'd come up with a simple plan. His aim was to fuck as many married women as he could on whichever holiday park he was staying. This particular year he had taken up residence on the holiday park where the Hughes family had their mobile home. Picking out Meg early in the season, he had quietly and steadily pursued her throughout the year until she eventually succumbed to his seduction. Up to this time she had always been faithful to her husband and her marriage vows.
However, what started out as reluctant but ultimately mind blowing sex with William had led to the last day of this most recent trip. This was the day she had gone to him willingly, dressing herself in seductive and sexy underwear. That afternoon, whilst her husband played golf, they didn't just have sex, they made love.
Meg felt her blush deepen as the recent memory of William flashed through her mind. She was still trying to come to terms with her infidelity and the conflict of whether she was now just a little bit in love with William as well as Ben. Her heart began to beat a tad faster as she remembered the way she had felt when he'd kissed her. So sensual, so loving, so utterly different to Ben.
Was it possible to love two men at the same time? She didn't know. Or was it simply just about the sex? Was it because sex with Ben had become so predictable and safe and dare she say it; so boring!
It certainly hadn't been like that with William. With his huge, thick cock he had taken her in so many different ways and places. Maybe it was the newness, the excitement, the illicitness that made her think that she might have loving feelings for him. Or was she just using that as an excuse to justify her unfaithfulness? She just didn't know.
"No, it was nothing like that," Meg answered, hoping to sound rueful after another weekend of missed opportunities. Luckily for her, Diana didn't feel the need to pursue the subject.
