Assignment -- Pt 4.
Thank you for ready my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Mica, Yorkshire, England xx
When Jules returned from work, I suggested we went out to eat. She looked quizzically and then I think a penny dropped.
"What a great idea, but not that place by the weir, somewhere else for a change."
I mentally agreed, we had used it a few times now and there was the possibility of it being bugged.
"Where do you suggest?"
"How about the Wagon and Horses down by Haworth. People at work rave about it."
"Okay, grab your coat and we'll go."
It was about a thirty minute drive. When we got there it was obviously a quiet night, only one other car in the carpark.
We walked in and I asked, "Any chance of a table for two?"
"Of course sir, madam. Pick your table and I will come across in a couple of minutes and take your drinks order."
We looked around and there was one isolated table on the far side of the unlit open fire. That would be perfect. It would be difficult for anyone to eavesdrop.
We ordered steaks, medium rare, and we each had a pint of cloudy cider. We would worry about who was driving home later.
The drinks arrived and we settled in. Jackets off, Jules handbag to one side, only one other customer and he was drinking some ale sat at the bar. There was music playing in the background, and that would have the effect of dampening any words we uttered.
"You have something to share."
"Yes. Our neighbour, this morning."
"Any good?"
"The act, okay, you are better, but I don't think I learned much apart from the fact that Pete really is just a hired help. She is the lead."
"As we suspected. And thank you."
I nodded and smiled. I know we aren't actually married and are on assignment, but Jules really throws herself into it. Anyone looking at us, or indeed spying on us, would believe that we are married people.
"So what next?"
"I don't know. I don't know if this will, to all intents and purposes be an affair. I am letting her take the lead."
Our food arrived, two plates with good looking steaks, chunky skin on chips, onion rings and little jugs of pepper sauce. Any thought of carrying on the conversation evaporated like dreams on waking up. These steaks looked superb.
"God, this steak is good," I said. And it was. It was beautifully charred on the outside, but pink and succulent on the inside. The chips were fluffy but had a crispy shell and were piping hot. After a few minutes we looked at each other and then our empty plates.
"Wow," said Jules, "Drew, that food was something else."
"I agree. Don't tell anyone about it or they will become too busy and we won't get a table."
That earned a thump on my shoulder.
"I wonder if I ought to try and seduce Pete."
"I am not sure it would be worth it, he really is just a low level."
"I meant for fun."
Well, I have had two unexpected excursions, Soo Lin and now Annette, Jules has not had any extra curricular fun.
"I think that you can do better."
"How about the Chinaman?"
"I suspect that would be dangerous, but if that is where you want to go, go for it."
"Not sure how to get myself an introduction."
"True."
After dinner we returned to our monitored home, aware that we were being audio monitored and also probably watched. We had no idea where the cameras or microphones were, if they existed, physically searching for them would have been a bit of a giveaway, so instead we simply just looked at different parts of our rooms at different times. Nothing obvious that we could see. Obviously we could use a trackers, but that would have been a dead giveaway. The office however were adamant the house was bugged.
I stripped and got into the shower and started a good exfoliating scrub, I wanted to ensure no traces of Annette remained. A hand reached around and moved across my stomach, and then down to hold my dick. My dick, of course, responded by sucking blood from my brain. No man needs his brain for thinking when sex is happening, or even, about to happen.
"Hello lover," Jules said as she worked my dick, "would you like some company later?"
"Well now that depends woman, on what the intentions are, is it simply sleeping?"
"That was not my intention."
"Was it perchance cuddling?"
"That may have been a small part of my intent, but not all."
"Well woman, you have me at a disadvantage."
"Stop scrubbing, start rinsing, get out of the shower and join me in our chamber, there you will discover the intent in my mind."
I laughed and as she left I ensured that I was fully rinsed. Once dried I went into the bedroom, checked that the window was nicely open for sounds to travel, and joined Jules on the bed. She was as naked as me, the quilt was rolled back and we had the Super King Size expanse free for our use.
"Now then wife, did I hear mention of cuddling?"
"You may indeed, but first, I have something that requires your attention."
"And what would that be?"
"Get your tongue over here husband."
I sat on the edge of the bed and then turned and bent over and blew along the crease of her sex.
"Oh God yes," she announced quite loudly, as much as I gauge my successful abilities in the sex department, I realised that her utterance was exaggerated for the benefit of the neighbours and the listeners. I eased her labia apart with my fingers and then ran my tongue along her valley, sucking in the wetness of her arousal. Slightly salty and sweet to the taste, I loved her flavour, she was amongst my favourites of all the ladies I have savoured.
