Mary Pattinson climbed out of the car. Holding the frame of the door with one hand, her other on the roof, she leaned down to look back inside.
"Well...err I guess this is awkward but...err thanks for everything," she mumbled. She could feel herself colouring up.
Steve Evans leaned over so he could see her face. "Not a problem Mary; anytime," he grinned back, "see you Monday then."
"Yes...Monday," Mary replied somewhat wistfully. She closed the car door.
She watched Steve drive off, standing there in the street until he turned the corner and disappeared from view. Reluctantly she turned and walked down the driveway to her house. She could still feel Steve's cum oozing out of her pussy and down onto her thighs. It was sticky.
With a certain amount of trepidation and a small dose of guilt she turned the key in the lock. She wasn't sure how she would react when she came face to face with her husband Philip.
She entered the hallway and put her suitcase down on the parquet floor. The house was silent and still.
"Hello; Philip are you there? I'm home," she nervously called out.
Hearing no reply she wandered into the kitchen. The place was spotless. No evident signs of life except for a note lying on the kitchen table.
She picked it up and read. It was short and to the point. Philip had decided to use the time she was away to visit his mother who lived miles away in a retirement home. He was also going to use the trip as a chance to catch up with some of his old friends so he wouldn't be back until late Sunday night. He was sorry but hoped she didn't mind.
Mind, why would she mind? That was Philip. Always trying to be considerate. Always trying to do the right thing.
Mary let out a sigh. She was doubly relieved. On a minor point she was pleased to have missed the trip to see his mother. She didn't see eye to eye with her especially since Philip's struggle to find work and this would thankfully relieve her of any obligation to visit for a few months. But her main relief was because she wouldn't have to face Philip for a couple of days. She was certain that had he been there the guilt she now felt for her cheating would probably have killed her but now she would have time to settle back into her home routine and get her thoughts straight about the last few days and also what the future might hold for them both.
After showering and dressing in her 'comfy' clothes, she went downstairs and made herself a coffee. As she sat at the kitchen table nursing it in her hands she replayed the last few days through her mind.
There was no doubt that the road-show had been an epiphany for her. She had been fucked time and time again by Steve Evans and this had reawakened feelings and desires in her that she had long thought were extinct. It was now painfully apparent that they had just been lying there dormant, just waiting to be released.
Having been married for thirty odd years she had long ago accepted that she didn't need sex, it was nothing but an inconvenient intrusion in her life. However the truth was that Philip had been unable to satisfy her properly for some time. Sure he tried and usually got her to orgasm but it all got to be too much bother in the end.
Work, which had increased substantially over that time, masked the void and she found it easy to avoid the infrequent occasions when they might have made love. Her life with Philip was comfortable and she didn't feel the need to complicate it with an unsatisfying love life with him or anyone else for that matter.
With mixed emotions rampaging through her mind she tried to rationalise her thoughts, compartmentalising them to give herself a chance to sort out her feelings.
Okay, first off was the dinner dance. Being fucked by Steve had been all about him. She hadn't wanted it. Jeez, she didn't even like him. But he'd been very forceful; in fact he'd nigh on raped her.
Then there was the second day. She sucked air in through her clenched teeth as she thought back to the events of that day. She shook her head in dismay. There was no denying it. Any way you looked at it she had fucked Steve as much as he had fucked her. Entirely enthusiastic on her part, she had wanted him as much as he apparently had wanted her.
"Oh shit," she murmured to herself. Her hand was shaking as she put her fingers up to her mouth to chew on her nails. She sighed as she continued with her train of thought.
And then the drive home. What the hell was going through her mind then! To start playing with his cock as he drove. Utter madness. And then to let him fuck her in a motorway service station, in public. Oh God! It was like she was trying to relive her wild, flirty, younger days before common sense and marriage prevailed.
But now...what now...where did she go from here?
In spite of her current problems with Philip she still had feelings for him; somewhere. He was after all the father of her children.
So why had she done it? Why had she cheated on him now, after all this time? God knows she could have been unfaithful on countless occasions in the past if she'd wanted. Men had hit on her at parties or girly nights out but she'd never felt the slightest inclination or temptation to wander.
Maybe the reason now was because of the problems she and Philip were experiencing because of his inability to find work. It was soul destroying and energy sapping for both of them, although for different reasons and she had grown weary of the constant, seemingly unrelenting daily struggle.
Maybe that had weakened her resolve and allowed Steve to let the lion out of the cage or cat out of the bag or whatever the saying was. It had allowed her to escape the endless grind of Philip's predicament, if only for a few hours or days. Was that a bad thing?
She rubbed her hands over her face, closing her eyes. "What am I thinking?" she scolded herself. "Of course it was. I've committed the ultimate sin against my marriage vows and Philip doesn't deserve that."
But still...
She absent-mindedly twirled a lock of hair between her finger and thumb, as her eyes took on a far away look. She realised at that moment that she wanted and needed a sex life and she realised Philip sure as hell wasn't going to satisfy her. After Steve's big cock she couldn't go back to Philip and his way of making love. No matter how harsh that seemed. But could she cheat on him again? She'd always been faithful to him but this thing, whatever this thing was, was gnawing away at her inside.
As she went to bed alone on Sunday night; Philip not having returned home yet; she still had no clearer idea of what she was going to do.
* * * * * * * * *
Steve made the decision easier for her in the end. She had thought that what had gone on between them would be obvious to the rest of the staff. They would notice some difference in her. She'd had sex and they would see it in her face or at the very least in the way she interacted with him now. Women seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to carnal knowledge.
But first, there was Philip to contend with. She'd half heard him arrive home in the early hours of the morning and thankfully he was still asleep when she left for work on Monday morning. So that was one minor problem avoided.
So that left Steve. She'd had the entire weekend to compose herself and get her demeanour and attitude right but as she walked into the store she was still nervous and full of trepidation.
Thankfully Steve was late as usual and within twenty minutes of her arrival she was stood talking to the staff members in her team, filling them in on what she had learned at the road-show. The staff seemed to be less than impressed as she explained about the new product lines and that the point of sale material was going to alter due to a change in emphasis as to how the stores would run in future.
She didn't know Steve was there until he walked up behind her.
"Morning Mary, have you got the price point changes done yet?" He was his usual obnoxious self.
She looked at him. "Well hardly!" she snapped back in reply. She knew she shouldn't have said it like that but she couldn't help herself. Her adrenaline levels were extremely high.
Her team members looked shocked at how abrupt her answer had been especially her tone of voice. He was after all, management. But they all knew how Mary felt about him.
"You can't talk to me like that," he snapped back clearly irritated, "I'm your superior."
"In job title only!" Mary fired back as she bristled.
"Right, upstairs, my office, now!" he stormed.
Mary stalked after him upstairs and into his office. He held the door open for her and she walked through first. He slammed it shut behind him.
She turned, ready to give him a piece of her mind but never got the chance.
