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A Dirty Little Marriage Ch. 01

By: Egmont Grigor



Women apparently believe one of the greatest days in their life will be/is/was their wedding day, perhaps because they were brought up to believe that's how it would be. Guys apparently believe it marks a particular day – a ceremonial day – in their life filled with so much crap, although without being unduly cynical some guys will believe and say what they are expected to think and say.

Garth Junket just took it in his stride, doing nothing to interfere with head-rush the women on both sides for his wedding to the young woman of his fancy on The Great Day. 

As a diversion to wedding day boredom he managed to feel up chief bridesmaid Cindy behind the locked door of the laundry leading into the hallway and even had a couple of fingers working but she wouldn't allow him to insert anything else, which perhaps was just as well because Cindy's mother came in through the outside door they'd overlooked locking. Mon was searching for her missing daughter.

"You bastard," Mrs Cousins said to Garth and practically hauled her youngest daughter away by the nose. Cindy managed to bleat, "Call me as soon as you return from your honeymoon – I may well reconsider."

"You dirty little nymphomaniac," snorted Mrs Cousins, twisting her daughter's ear.

Mrs Cousins must have a short memory, Garth sighed. Five years ago she'd been happy to allow him to dip into her for almost a month and when the family went to the coast for two weeks she loaned him her car. That was meant to be all square but on her return she demanded another two weeks' on-call fucking as his penalty for not leaving the car gassed up. Older women can be really hard on a younger guy.

Garth sighed again thinking of another older woman. His Vicki's mom tended to twitch whenever he entered the room where she sat alone, leaving him with the impression that Mrs Bycroft yearned to try out what her daughter was experiencing at the hands of her chosen one. The truth was Garth was quite looking forward to becoming overwhelmed by Anna Bycroft's tits – they were 40-DD in size as he'd read the label when going through her lingerie drawer looking for vibrators and dirty DVDs. 

One day when father Bycroft was in the pool and mother and daughter were at the hairdresser's he found the DVDs and a whole cache of toys below the floorboards in her dressing room under the seat where she sat to remove shoes presumably swollen after a day hitting the malls. He'd nosed the floorboards suspiciously wondering why the seat was in that particular position – and found the secret place to push to activate the spring-loaded mechanism – traces of nail polish that had adhered to the pressure spot.

Ingenious, Mrs Bycroft.

Since turning eighteen six years ago he'd seduced the pick of his mother's friends and true nympho Cynthia Stiles was way out in front. He thought perhaps his mother might top Cynthia and now new friend Mrs Bycroft was a lady in waiting for him. In one aspect she was way out in front.

Don't imagine Garth being too much of a gentleman to shaft his mother or his sister, Possessing good intelligence he knew those two loudmouths would tell everyone in confidence and guess what? Yeah, he'd end up thumbing a lift out of town. Another of his mom's high performing friends was also a loudmouth but Garth had shut her trap by warning her than if he heard the hint of a rumor that he'd been shafting her, the fact that her husband Frank had a boyfriend of almost ten years' standing would be spread like wildfire. That same night the now ever so loving Angela Owens introduced him to backdoor magic.

Just before noon Garth was asked to return to his own house five properties along the street from hiss-to-be because Vicki was returning from the beautician's and they must not see one another until Vicki entered the church.

Fair enough, once she was home the cackling would really start. His mom kissed him and said his father was at golf. They'd both be home soon to have late lunch and dress for the wedding.

* * *

Of all the vocations Gina Reid had tried, floristry had proven to be the best. She was always meeting interesting people, mostly women and a few guilty men rushing in to buy 'I'm sorry' bouquets. She was now alone in the luxurious home of the bride groom's parents finishing off floral arrangements as part of the setting for the indoor and outdoor photographs of the happy couple. Although forty, Gina never had been in such an impressive home – her home would almost fit into the lounge.

She finished her tasks. Soft music was coming from somewhere and had played for the ninety minutes she'd been at work. It was soothing and romantic – no breaks for ads or station announcements. She closed her eyes and holding out her arms pretended to be dancing at her next wedding, that is if she succeeded in finding a third louse.

A body floated against her, taking her right hand, the other hand encircling her waist.

"Aaaaaagh!" she screamed in fright. The neighbor's dog barked and she looking into smiling eyes and a young face that didn't seem to be threatening her with rape, murder or mayhem.

Recovering, she said nothing. He said nothing and began dancing the foxtrot with her seriously. He bent forward and kissed her under her left ear.

Ohmigod, she thought, heart leaping and she almost tumbled into an orgasm – not likely but the thought appealed. The guy was a kid not far beyond half her age. She pressed forward and confirmed – horny, too.

She was a little put out; the kid could have said, "Shall we dance?" instead of just moving in and almost making her pee in fright.

The music stopped momentarily.

"Shall we fuck?"

Gina's mouth dropped open. What do you say when a kid asks you that? He looked about twenty-five so would know what to do. Super active kids that age these days – girls included – had acquired perhaps three times the sexual experience she'd managed amassed at forty despite she being relaxed about putting it around.

"Let's pull a tit out while you consider your answer."

Gina watched fascinated as he slipped off her right shoulder strap, reached in and pulled down her bra and emerged holding her boob with its expanding nipple. How had he done that so effortlessly, so smoothly, so quickly, without her being scratched or she feeling any discomfort? She was aware her heart-rate had increased and suddenly her breath caught as a series of little flutters swept her body, indicating she was having a series of tiny orgasms of the emotional kind, although she knew her vaginal walls were wetting up in anticipation of the real thing.

She groaned. And then pulled away saying hoarsely, No, no. I don't know you."

"Fair enough, then humor me by sucking my dick."

"Who are you?"

"I live here."

"Oh God, you're the bridegroom."

"Yes, does that make you horny?"

Gina didn't know what to say because that disclosure had made her horny. She took the sensible approach: "I'm sorry; I'm hired help. I must leave."

"Okay," Garth said coming up behind her as she attended to her exposed boob. "Allow me to finger you."

She didn't say anything so she leaned in against him and allowed her dress front to be pulled up and his fingers to sneak in under the leg of her knickers and wander in unchallenged. The digits went deeply.

"Gosh, you are a hot bitch; you're dripping."

"Ooooh," Gina groaned.

"Hello," called Garth's mother from the front hallway.

"Some other time; lovely feeling cunt," Garth smiled. He stood back to allow her to pull down her dress, gather her things and go clickety-click on her high heels to find his mother.

Chloe came into the kitchen where Garth was eating an apple.

"Hello darling, you are looking ever so relaxed," she said, kissing him. Before Garth realized what she was up to she'd removed the apple from his hand, smelt his fingers and said, "I thought so, you naughty boy; the flower woman's face was scarlet."

Chloe sucked his fingers. "I could go her myself and she'd more my age. Finger me darling."

"Get stuffed," Garth said, feeling surly.

"I probably will several times tonight but mommy would like an early one from her little boy who is about to get married."

"You'll boast to your friends you've fucked your son."

"So what, does it really matter?"

Garth had to wonder about that.

"Okay, remove your knickers and bend over the table."

"Oh goodie, I like doggy but rarely get it."

"Hi guys," said daughter/sister Soho coming into the room.

"Hi," Garth said, leaning on the bench, chewing his apple.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Soho asked intrigued, catching her mom with her pants below her knees.

The atmosphere in the light, airy room crackled with tension and Garth lost his erection as if it had been punctured.

"The elastic is cutting into me, just taking them off."

"But Garth – he's watching."

"Well, he and I have watched those tapes of you and Alan that Alan took by remote-mounted camera and YOU couldn't say you were removing your knickers to take to the laundry."

"Ohmigod, my private tapes. How could you go prying into my room?"

"Apologize please Soho. Garth and I went to watch TV and your tape automatically started playing just as Alan began squirting on to you. Frankly I thought it was disgusting."

Soho looked ready to die. "Oh, I'm sorry mom, you too Garth. I'm so terribly sorry."

"It's okay Soho. Your tits droop a bit but you have a great ass."

"Garth!" the two women shouted.

"Hey, hey," Garth soothed. "It's only sex. Give me a look at it mom."

"I really don't..."

"Come on mom, he's not going to bite it."

"I sincerely hope not," Chloe said, pulling up her dress.

"That's a really AAA class, mom – you ought to be very proud of it," Garth said.

"I want her to shave," Soho moaned, "but mom says dad would have a fit – that he finds it revolting to look at it even when it's partly screened by fuzz."

"He had a Baptist upbringing," Chloe reminded her smart-ass children.

"Come and give me a rub Soho, Garth refuses to touch me."

"He's like that with me. Perhaps the truth is he's gay."

"Go bite you bums," Garth said, wandering off, listening to his mom and sister giggling and his mom asking, "Do you think her meant bite there?"

Oh my, grinned Garth as he climbed the stairs; what a guy has to go through having a delinquent for a mother and a sister who keeps four pairs of handcuffs and a chain neck leash in her underwear drawer.

* * *

Vicki entered her parent's house as if she were the fairy queen and looked stunning. Well, she had been three-and-a-half hours being pushed, tweaked, bathed, massaged among other things in receiving the Wedding Special including a Brazilian wax, in the drag on daddy's billfold to the tune of $920.00. Like Garth she was 5ft 10, athletically lean, good looking and blonde only Garth's hair color was natural.

After the women assisting her mother had eyed her critically and heaped praise, Vicki rushed to her bedroom with chief bridesmaid Cindy.

"What's up – your mom is looking daggers at you?" 

"She caught me in the laundry when Garth had three fingers up me."

"You bitch, fucking my husband on his wedding day!"

"No, no – it wasn't like that. I refused to allow him to shaft me so we were engaged in the compromise when mom burst in."

"Oh, good girl. He's had your two sisters so I wouldn't have been really upset had he finally nailed you on my wedding day."

Cindy grinned. "Vicki, I had to ensure he comes to you on his wedding night fully loaded."

Vicki kissed her best friend who nodded when Vicki asked did she want to see the result of the Brazilian wax. With practiced ease Cindy helped undress her friend while Vicki sighed and said, "If he comes to bed with even one shot left I'll be grateful. Go down on me, darling."

Best man Steve Jack and groomsman Eddie Hunt sneaked into Garth's apartment above the garages with a hot looking eighteen-year-old they'd picked up at the mall.

"She's agreed to stay here watching your collection of DVDs until after the wedding photographs have been taken," Steve said. "We'll need sexual relief after enduring all that crap."

"Good thinking – how much?"

"Fifty bucks but Eddie and I are paying that. Come on, you go first on this first round – it's our pre-wedding treat. I'll go last because you guys know I have the biggest bang."

* * *

TWO WEEKS' LATER the happy couple was in the process of coming out of the baby talk post-wedding phase of chatting in bed. Garth often did the talking because Vicki would have her mouth full. The apartment above the garage was light and airy like the kitchen in the house, with lots of glass, mostly facing the new neighbors – a fairly old couple in their late forties who'd permanently turned their sofa away from the TV in their upstairs bedroom so they could enjoy watching Garth and Vicki in action each early morning and throughout quite a bit of the evening.

The stains on the sofa were from Jill creaming herself when forgetting to sit on a towel. Rogan's contribution to the stains was negligible – Jill caught most of his jizz by darting forward with mouth opened wide.

One morning Jill phoned the newly-weds.

"Hi, it's Jill Farrington your neighbor. We often wave greetings and once I handed you some spinach across the fence – remember?"

Vicki had to think and then: "Oh yes, the woman with a lined face and hanging boobs."

"You remember – I'm flattered. Come to dinner this evening if that's suitable. Are you free?"

"Yes, that would be lovely. We were staying in tonight doing the same old thing."

Jill spluttered into her phone, grabbing a boob to calm herself.

"What could I bring as our small contribution?"

"Oh, very nice. Perhaps a bottle of good wine and er."

"Pardon me, what's 'er'?"

"Er, some fancy condoms."

Vicki laughed and said Jill should not feel embarrassed. It was a great idea and she asked excitedly, "Are you able to serve dinner early?"

They sat at the dinner table nervously.

"This is soup," Jill explained, having placed tomato soup in front of everyone.

"Oh, this is amazing, tomato soup," Vicki said with the excitement of someone discovering more Dead Sea Scrolls.

Tension was high and the cheeks of Vicki, Jill and Rogan flamed red. Playing with his soup Garth enquired politely, "Have you two fucked your neighbors when living in other locations?"

Rogan jerked backwards and fell off his chair while his wife convulsed forward, her auburn hair falling into her soup.

When order was restored Garth suggested everyone have a turn describing personal 'sexcapades' to help warm everyone up. It was a hilarious dinner and they went to bed highly excited, Rogan only plunging into Vicki with four strokes before almost blowing the end out of his vibrating condom. Well, he was highly aroused and restricted in his movements because Garth was under Vicki up her butt and Jill was sitting backwards on Garth's face and leaning forward with a meaty boob in her hands attempting to ram it down Garth's throat and screaming at him to "bite the bitch".

Hours later, saying an exhausted goodbye, Jill said, "You must come again" producing a round of groans.

Staggering home drunk and sated, the newly-weds spent ten minutes taking turns to try to get the key into the lock. Unable to accomplish that simple task Garth climbed on to the roof at great peril and managed to gain entry through an open skylight, dropping heavily on to the dinning room dresser, breaking two wedding gift vases that neither of them liked and kicked over the best china dinner plates that Vicki had lazily not put away. They both hated the dinner set from Vicki's grandparents anyway, and later would accept they'd have to use the insurance money to buy a replacement set of their choice. All in all, they'd had a fantastic night although just when climbing into bed frantic door-knocking reminded Garth to go out and let Vicki into the apartment.

"Promise me you'll never have sex with anyone else unless I'm present," Garth asked, ripping Vicki's clothes off her because she was desperate to get her spinning head down in bed.

"I promise to be faithful to you my darling," said the dirty little slut, falling asleep without extracting a similar promise from her skunk of a husband.

As soon as Garth left for work next morning – he was financial controller at Computer Games International Corporation – the plumber arrived to fix Vicki's leaking faucet – er the leaking bathroom faucet, not that the distinction really matters because when she returned to bed yawning Rex the plumber joined her. Vicki really enjoyed her first experience of marital infidelity and decided to widen that experience.

Meanwhile, as always after a night of lust and booze, Garth was fired up ready to plunder with the zeal of the Seventeenth Century pirate captain. He called in two of his staff, Suzie and Helen, whom he'd been told had been caught in the restroom dicking each other with a double-ended dong. Being so engaged they hadn't had time to disengage when a female cleaner used a pass key to enter the room.

"Suzie and Helen – I have in front of me a report describing in great detail what someone saw in the restroom the other day." Looking at the blank piece of paper Garth added, "I see this recommended action for such behavior is instant dismissal. Are you able to convince me I should let you off with a severe warning?"

Suzie looked ready to cry but Helen simply winked at Garth and locked the office door. "Remove your panties and lean over the boss's desk," smart Helen said to her colleague as she removed her panties. Leaning over the desk and spotting the blank piece of paper Helen just smiled, having no intention of disclosing Garth's wicked misdemeanor as she'd waited two years for him to fuck her.

"Get your tits out," Garth said, dropping his trousers. He'd been waiting two years for the opportunity to fuck the prudish Helen Colson. He didn't lock the connecting door to his PA's office because she'd brought in the two women on Garth's request and would have guessed something was up so would now be looking through the slightly open door. Nothing like keeping your mistress keen by learning she has competition other than the wife, was Garth's thinking.

In bed that night Garth yawned and said he was tired and Vicki said she was too – the plumber had spent much of the working day fixing the one tap and then announced the service was complimentary. Their light went out and the disappointed neighbors turned the sofa around and watched TV. "That dirty little marriage is on the rocks," Jill predicted.

To Be Continued...

A Dirty Little Marriage Ch. 02



Looking at the plump rounded buttocks on the bed, hairy pussy dripping, Garth Junket thought some people would allege it was immoral to enter your mother but really he had no say in the matter: Anna Bycroft had come home unexpectedly with his wife Vicki and had discovered him with her secret cache of dirty DVDs out on the floor of her dressing room.

The hairs on the back of his neck telegraphed her arrival but too late – caught red-handed and red faced.

Anna smiled and all she said was, "I want you here at 2:00 tomorrow afternoon. Bring condoms,"

Well, Garth didn't have to try to work out what was on her mind. Far from her mind was any attempt to chastise him; all she wanted was a sample of what her daughter was receiving to determine the quality of Vicki's sex life. So here they were, ready for their 2 o'clock appointment or was that 2 o'cock appointment? He sniggered.

Garth had knocked on the door. No reply, so he tried the handle and the door opened; he called out, "Hi Mrs Bycroft."

"Lock it and come to the bedroom," she called. As he entered Garth saw Anna climbing on to the bed, her big tits swaying and that almost had his dick rip through his trousers.

"Okay, my dirty little boy who sneaks through mommy's hideout, let's see how good you are at the real thing."

Poor Mr Bycroft – unless built like a horse he'd find hitting the sides difficult, Garth thought, as he slipped one, two and then three fingers in to work her up tempo. She lubed pretty quickly.

"Slide your whole hand in – that's if you haven't been picking your nose," she said coarsely. That interested her dirty little boy because he hadn't fisted anyone before. Even her daughter Vicki had her tongue out bellowing like a cow calving when he inserted the third finger to give her a thrill. But that tightness is why they had great sex.

Anna turned and grabbed Garth's erection. "Wow, not bad – in fact a beauty. I was going to suggest an ass fuck to make it tighter for you but there's enough here to scrape my walls into a frenzy."

Not a show, Garth thought, pulling his fist out against suction with a revolting sounding PLOP!

"You have sensitive fingers – that was lovely."

Garth's dick swelled a little thicker in pride.

"Well, don't stand there fiddling your dick. Shove it in."

Garth cringed. There was little sexy about her manner; she sounded like a testy mom telling her little boy to clean his damn teeth, alleging they were turning green.

He shoved it in, much like a bull charging a gate, and she surprised him by grunting, and surprised even more by wriggling her hips until he found with her in this adjusted position he was touching the sides. Yippee, he'd be able to generate friction and ejaculate naturally instead of doing a hand job over her fat guts.

They hit their rhythm and he had to admit she was good, better than average in fact. But she sweated, copiously. He looked at a rivulet running down her back and somehow that seemed sexy or least his cock thought so because it thickened. Anna felt that and panted and requested, "Turn me over before you finish and fuck my tits – usually I don't get anything more than Missionary."

Garth was really getting into it now. In a strange way, although distancing herself emotionally from him, she was winding him up sexually. He bent forward and grabbing under her, rudely played at 'milking the cow'. She didn't seem to mind, in fact she began bucking and grunting, putting more effort into her work until she climaxed with a roar. Just as she finished he shot his load.

"Oh, I wanted that into my mouth with you shooting between my tits."

"Give me a couple of minutes to revive and we'll do that."

"What?"

"The encore. Surely you get that?"

"No – never."

Anna slid her legs off the bed and Garth lay on her, resting. It was very comfortable, he thought, learning there were advantages of shafting fat women.

"You're great, much better than I expected."

"Oh thanks," she said dryly. "Actually that was close to being my most enjoyable fuck in memory."

"Thanks, that's the kindest thing you've ever said to me Anna."

"Anna now is it?"

"Yes."

"My family will guess you've fucked me to become that intimate."

"Then you just suggest I call you Anna when next Vicki and I dine with you guys. That would sound perfectly natural and none of them would suspect me of having fucked someone of your age."

"You are a dirty little mother-fucker," Anna bellowed in laughter.

Looking at Anna's hands against Mammary Mountains ready to slam them as a landslide against his precious dick, Garth inadvertently trembled.

Noticing that Anna gasped, "Oh don't come just by looking at them; I know my nipples look enraged but that's natural – I work my toys on them, you see."

Garth climbed all over her and it appeared to him that the central crevice looked too big for just spit to provide the starting lube; she'd toweled off the sweat. So he reached behind and she sighed as he scooped into her cavern and hauled out a quarter cup of mixed fluids and rubbed it between the sides of her tits and placed his length up slime valley. As she pushed tit against him he had to work blind as his sliding dick was engulfed by tit meat. 

He watched fascinated as sweat dripped over her three chins until the sight of that was just too much for him. "Open mouth," he gasped and pumped one strong burst that had her swallowing with a smaller follow-up to come. The last missile reached only her lowest chin."

Anna smacked her lips: "Wonderful. Will we do this again?"

"Who knows?"

"That answer is good enough for me."

Garth returned to work like a man who'd just been run over by a bus. Food and a beer brought him back to life.

Wife Vicki occasionally caught Garth with his pants down. In other words, on the toilet. She would giggle, slip off her panties and sit off him, holding her nose while he finished off and then wouldn't allow him to leave until she'd gotten herself off, riding Cowgirl. His favorite lucky fuck was to catch her leaning down over the basket in the laundry. He'd sneak up, dick in hand and jumping her would have her skirt up over her ass and slip his dick in under the side of her panties while she screamed blue murder, making no effort of course to straighten up. She called it 'rape' and maintained it gave her some of her best orgasms.

Other things about their marriage appealed to them. Eating out, going to a movie they both liked, leaving town for the weekend and...and...well, that was about all. They didn't have much else in common and both found it hard work conversing at any length. The things they disliked about each other probably could have filled a notebook, but rather than grizzle they'd turned to hug and move on to fuck.

Quite a normal young couple really.

Their mutual interest extended slightly quite by chance. Garth returned home at 5:30 instead of the usual 6:00 to 7:00 one weekday to find Vicki in a sixty-nine with someone. He leaned against the door, arms folded against his chest to indicate a non-threatening manner, wondering if their electrical work as well as the plumbing was now being done free of charge.

"Hi."

His glazed-eye wife looked straight up at him and screamed, "Oh fuck, Garth!" With Vicki lifting he had a good view of a pussy but didn't recognize it. Then from behind the ass of Vicki came the familiar face of Cindy.

"Hi Garth – have a good day?"

"How-yer-doing Cindy; okay I guess by your dribbling chin?"

She giggled.

Almost hysterical, Vicki pleaded with Garth to leave the room because he was embarrassing her.

"No Garth, jump in with us," Cindy urged.

Garth thought it only polite to respond to the guest.

"Oh Garth, this is so embarrassing," Vicki said, holding up his boner and running her tongue up from his balls in a continuous movement, just how he liked it, then ending is juicy licks between his shaft and cockhead.

"Do that twenty more times and you're embarrassment will be rewarded with an eyeful," Garth said sounding like a very forgiving husband. He couldn't see his wife because Cindy was kneeling over him, looking down and spreading wide, watching his tongue flicking around before sliding in to where she wanted it to send her into ecstasy. 

Cindy stayed the night and Garth had pizzas delivered which they ate in bed, Cindy and Garth sucking beers, Vicki preferring one of her ready-to-drink alcoholic mixes.

This became a Wednesday fixture and would continue for a great number of years, long after Cindy married; her husband had to look after himself on Wednesdays until his mother saw the opportunity and began looking after him on Wednesdays.

* * *

Changes were occurring at work for Garth. His PA was pregnant; she wasn't sure who the father was but still applied for a transfer. Just as Garth was deciding to split the PA duties into two and appoint Suzie and Helen, he was head-hunted by a much larger corporation that manufactured and sold stockings and pantyhose internationally.

Garth was a tit man, not a leg man, but that was about to change because the women recruited by his new employer were not hired for bust size like most corporations; no, they were selected on the basis of long, slender and shapely legs. With great legs all around him noticing them was unavoidable.

The director of human resources – a male – assisted Garth to select his PA. The HR guy was impressed that the corporation's new director of financial services short-listed three from the thirty-three listed as being suitable and the one selected actually could operate a computer and in fact was a Business School graduate. Garth saw no disadvantage that she was married; being aware most married people are susceptible to the occasional chance of a fling.

Garth was truly satisfied. Although he was a couple of inches shorter than Farrah, that didn't matter. She possessed a tight pair of reasonably prominent breasts but she alone of the three had answered his improper question during the face-to-face - 'Are you at all promiscuous?' - with a 'No!', delivered with a glare. He rubbed his hands in glee when she phoned her acceptance of the job offer, knowing he would have to mount a skilful campaign if he were to slip between Farrah's long legs; he was tiring of having pussy turned up for him at his slightest whim.

The first breakthrough came when Farrah actually laughed at one of his wisecracks. Garth later managed to slip in one with sexual overtones – a bad blonde joke actually which he told with a calculated risk: Farrah is blonde. She fixed her steely stare on him for a second, and then cracked into a smile, saying, "You really are funny." Garth felt like masturbating in celebration. She hadn't said the joke was funny, which it was, but rather he was funny. Oh Farrah, what else interests you about me?

A week later Garth was required to hire a new financial controller for a distant regional office, requiring an overnight stay. He knew this was it – he'd take Farrah, fill her with liquor and have her perform a BJ to break the ice between them. He danced around his desk.

Garth first invited Vicki to accompany him after taking care in setting the date of the interviews; corporation rules were no-one was authorized to hire staff without having a qualified person sit with him/her as a panel. The rule didn't specify what qualification or whether the second person had to be a member of staff which would allow inclusion of an outside consultant. Vicki declined the offer with regret, saying on that date she would be in the middle of preparing monthly reports for her employer. Garth had set the date knowing that but had one more little disappointment to bear - as he'd knew he's be told about. Vicki sighed, "Oh too bad, that night you're away is a Wednesday – Cindy's night. She kissed him and said with glee, "Oh my poor boy" when noting his contrived expression of extreme disappointment.

With hormones running high Garth approached the desk from behind and leaned over Farrah's left shoulder, aware that made her nervous.

"Hi," she said, sounding not at all nervous.

She also sounded a little excited at being asked to make the over-night trip. She called her husband and it became clear she had a commitment. "Sorry, David said his company's dinner is on that evening; the directors check out wives that night before completing promotion decisions."

"That's okay – I'll ask HR to find me a reliable guy."

"No guys are reliable."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard," she giggled.

Garth had a vision of an ice maiden and thought a thaw surrounds Mrs Farrah Jackson's lovely legs.

Her phone went so he returned to his office. She came running in, slightly pink. "My husband just phoned – David apologizes, he gave me the wrong date. The company dinner is Wednesday fortnight. I can come."

"I certainly hope so," Garth said, keeping his voice neutral, and then shone a sly smile when notice her slightly pink face was now a very pink face, advancing into red when she noticed his cheeky smile.

Garth gave her travel and hotel instructions to make the bookings and left the room, thinking at worst she would book him into that hotel and book herself into another half a mile away.

Two hours later the computer print-out of air tickets and hotel confirmation were on his desk. He smiled triumphantly. She'd not only be staying in the same hotel but had booked a two bedroom suite. He opened the hotel website and looked at the floor plan, picking out the suite she'd booked – a huge bedroom with king-size bed and the other bedroom was a box, a child's room really. How was he supposed to interpret this?

Deciding to press the matter, he copied the floor plan an email and with a message emailed it to Farah. The message red, 'Hi, has there been a mistake with the room booking; the second room is a dog box?'

Farrah came in, a little twitchy. "It's what they call a one-and-a-half suite which will appear on our invoice as a two-bedroom suite in the interest of keeping up appearances. Where you wish me to sleep is your prerogative."

"Where would you like me have you sleep?"

Farrah colored slightly. "Winning this job was a great promotion for me. You have been kind and now are giving me experience in sitting on a recruitment panel. I thought you may wish to be rewarded – okay?"

"Very okay, Farrah. Allow your husband to see you pack frumpy evening wear, frumpy underwear and appalling nightwear and at least two paperbacks and your slippers."

"You are very naughty, Garth. I take it that means you are an experienced seducer?"

"Who me?" Garth asked innocently

Garth and Farrah arrived at their hotel room two hours before the first interview was scheduled in the hotel business centre.

"Lunch or bed?" Farrah asked, adding this was her first 'indiscretion' so she was ready to burst in excitement. 

Receiving only a stupid look in reply, she asked shyly, "Could we have a quickie and then shower and go to lunch?"

"Certainly. Take off your knickers."

She looked startled. "But aren't you supposed to slowly work me until I feel ready for you to take me?"

"Take off your knickers; what I'm about to do will have you almost ready to bite out my balls."

"Ohmigod," Farrah said, rushing into Garth's arms and practically removing his tonsils with her tongue.

A few minutes later she pushed his legs apart, kneeling in front of his chair, and unzipped him.

"Ohmigod, what a little beauty."

"Little?"

"My husband appears big to me but not this big."

"Attack it with that big, slippery tongue of yours Little Darling."

Soon Farrah was unable to talk; her mouth was full and slowly it was her tonsils that were being tickled. Eventually she disengaged and said she didn't swallow.

"Okay, so pull down your dress and remove your bra.

Farrah quickly unzipped the back of her dress, pulled it over her arms and then untied the bow on her front-opening bra.

"Jerk me off on to those dainty tits."

It took just five pulls. "Ohmigod, look at all of it."

Aren't you wonderful Little Darling, he thought; you're so innocent and so natural. He asked her to scoop some jizz on to her fingers.

Breathing fast, with eyes huge, she was aroused enough to obey that simple request.

"Well, what's the verdict?" he asked, as she extravagantly smacks her lips.

"Needs more sugar," she giggled as Garth ripped off her panties and pulled her to straddle his legs. As she grabbed his cock and looked down as it disappearing into her nicely wet pussy he pushed her gently aside and licked up a bit of drying jizz.

"Well, what's the verdict?" she asked.

"Over-salted," Garth said and they laughed happily as she began her steady rise and fall.

Garth arrived home, tuckered out but pretended to be bouncy when he went to look for Vicki. He found her in bed, almost asleep although it was still daylight.

"What's wrong?" he asked, feeling her forehead.

"Just sheer physical fatigue. I was in bed early with Cindy last night when your mother and sister arrived. Somehow they guessed what was going on so we all ended in bed together and the three of them stayed the night. So after the celebration of dawn I sent them off and went to work where I had a horrible day and have only just dragged myself home. Could you possibly go without sex tonight darling?"

"Oh, I suppose so. I guess you need a break."

"Go over to your mother's – she's desperate to go to bed with you."

"Nah, she'd shoot her mouth off and I'd have to leave town."

"Why?"

"Because my reputation would be shot, everyone knowing I shafted my mom."

"Darling, no-one would care a hoot. My understanding is all young guys and their mothers have a session or two as part of sex education otherwise how will the guy know what to do when pussy is thrust at his face for the first time?"

"I'll have to think about that. When are we going to have kids?"

"I reckon when I slow down on sex – at present I'm getting almost more than I can handle."

"Me too – perhaps in a couple of years?"

"Think five years," Vicki said. "We have little in common but our real bridge is sex; we've having a great dirty little marriage, don't you think?"

"I certainly do. Wake me up any time after midnight if you feel like taking a load. I really like your sound attitude to marriage, darling."

THE END