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Later that night, Leah listened to the
voicemail that corporate had left on her phone. When she set the phone down,
she had a smile on her face. She sat on her bed with Darren. They were both
naked from the amorous activity that had kept her away from the phone for the
last couple hours.

“So?” He asked her, sounding a little
impatient.

She turned to him, “Peter is getting
fired. Several months ago there was a similar incident that occurred with a
secretary in another department.”

Darren started to laugh, smiling broadly.

“Leah, that’s amazing. This is everything
you wanted, right? The perfect job without Peter lurking around you,” he
wrapped an arm around her and kissed her cheek.

She wasn’t as excited as she should be.
Darren jostled her a little, looking at her with confusion.

“Why aren’t you thrilled?” He asked her,
frowning.

She shook her head and tried to perk
herself up.

“No, I am thrilled,” she said, smiling
broadly. “This has been really great news.”

He knew her better than that.

“But…?” He asked her, knowing there was
more.

She looked into his eyes for a minute,
before glancing away.

“I guess, I just thought that Peter was
still in love with me. Knowing he was doing the same thing to a secretary in
the shipping department makes me feel less professional somehow.”

He pulled away, looking at her
incredulously.

“That is one of the silliest things I’ve
ever heard,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

She started to laugh a little and nodded.

“You need to stop worrying about Peter.
He’s not going to be in your life anymore. You can finally get away from him,”
Darren said softly, his lips close to her ear.

She realized that he was right. Even
after breaking up with him, it was hard to find closure to their relationship
working underneath him everyday.

She kissed Darren again, thanking him
internally for everything he had done for her. She was starting to realize how
much she really did love him. It was like she was discovering feeling within her
that had already been there.

They started to lie back down on the bed,
pulling close to one another. Her phone started to ring again and this time she
got up, grabbing it. It was corporate again. She looked to Darren.

“Answer it,” he said, nodding towards the
phone in her hand.

She did, getting up from the bed. She was
still naked and as she spoke, Darren ran his eyes over the smooth curves of her
body. She was irresistible.

He tried to focus on what she was saying
but she mostly just agreeing with what corporate was saying to her. He knew
that Peter getting fired would shake things up and he wondered how they would
handle it. What would happen with Leah?

“Where would it go, if I said that I
couldn’t do it,” she asked into the phone, turning her eyes to Darren.

When she ended the call, setting her
phone back down she turned to him with an odd expression. Raising his eyebrows,
he waited for her to divulge the news to him.

She sat back down on the bed and looked
into his eyes.

“With Peter gone, they want to offer me
the job as Director,” a smile spread across her face as she said it.

Darren was elated and kissed her in
congratulations.

“Leah, that’s the position you really
deserve,” he said.

She nodded and smiled even more broadly.

“I’m glad you think so. I had another
voicemail on my phone, from a company that I’ve been contacting the last few
days. I have an interview at the end of the week for our rival company. They
need a Human Resourced Director, too. Can you believe it?”

He shook his head, pausing before he
spoke, “No. It’s unbelievable. But what are you going to do?”

“I declined taking Peter’s position. I’m
going to interview with the other company. I have a really good shot at getting
it.”

He frowned, “So who gets Peter’s old
job?”

She bit her lip to stop her smile from
growing any wider. She kissed him first and then told him, “You.”

He pulled her into him and held her
close.

“Thank you,” he whispered into her ear
before kissing it gently.

She pulled back and shook her head, “No,
thank you, Darren. I love you.”

He kissed her hard and they fell back on
the bed. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, spreading her legs as they
caressed each other.

“I love you, too, Leah. More than words
can say,” he said before pressing his lips back against hers.

The End of the Story
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five

“Emily have you finished packing Jada’s bag?”

I was folding clothes and putting them into my daughter’s
bag, daydreaming about the things Joe and I could get up to during the summer
when he called out to me.

I looked up as my husband came into our six year old
daughter’s room and smiled. Jada was so excited to be going on a “big girl”
trip to my mother’s farm in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, leaving our home in
Philadelphia for all but two weeks of the summer.

I was sad to see my little sprite going off for so long, but
I knew some time away in the country would do her good. I’d loved spending time
on that farm when I was growing up and was glad my daughter was going to get to
experience some of that.

Besides, Joe and I needed that time to ourselves, to rebuild
our marriage, which was not only faded after seven years of “wedded bliss” but
all but invisible now.

My mother was driving to our house to pick Jada up, then
driving straight back to her house, not wanting to leave the farm for too long.

“Just about done, Joe, Mom should be here any minute now,
has Jada finished her breakfast yet?” I asked, closing the travel bag and
putting Jada’s favorite stuffed toy through the handles.

“She’s ready. I have to get off to work now. I have to make
plans for this getaway this weekend. I’ll call you later, alright?” Joe winked
at me before leaving the house. I took that as a sign that he had something
wonderful planned for us.

Joe wouldn’t give anything away about the getaway, in fact,
he’d never even called it “our” getaway only “the getaway” but I hoped he had
something really wonderful planned. We needed that time together, desperately.

I tried not to let Joe’s lack of a kiss or a hug get to me
as I washed Jada’s face and we waited together for my mother to arrive. That
was a new thing for Joe, letting a wink or a pointed finger serve as his
goodbye.

I did not like it one bit but what could I do?

My mother soon arrived and after a slice of cake, a cup of
coffee, and a swift hug she ushered Jada into the car. Before I knew it, they
were waving goodbye and I was alone in the house.

Now what to do with myself?

Tapping my nails against the expensive granite counters of
our newly built home, we’ve only been in it for a year, I pondered joining one
of those women’s clubs again, or going to the country club Joe was a part of.

When Joe and I started dating he was a hotshot up and coming
lawyer and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to nab him. He’d been attentive,
powerful, charming, and hot.

Now he was still those things, but most of it wasn’t
directed at me. My dark-haired lover had been my mother and father’s dream
husband for their only daughter. Coming from old money only certain types of
men were acceptable for me and Joe hid his upbringing well.

Joe had grown up on the poor side of the tracks and had
worked his way through college until he easily passed his bar exam. Then he’d
been headhunted by a powerful firm and the rest was history.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain, I’d never had to work a day
in my life, but I thought Joe and I were going to have a glamorous life of
parties, adventures, and maybe even a few hijinks with some of his more
difficult cases.

Joe is a defense lawyer after all, surely that would have
involved even a small amount of danger or excitement when you considered the
nature of his clients.

But no, no hijinks, no adventures, I was little more than
arm candy and after Jada was born and my body changed I didn’t even seem to
have that going for me.

Heading into the bedroom I brought out a bikini that was
only considered clothing by nudists. Little more than three tiny hot-pink
triangles and some string the cloth at least kept my large nipples from
burning.

Looking into the mirror, I saw a 29 year old woman with
waist-length red hair, high, firm, and round breasts that some of the women I
knew were jealous of solely because they were real, and a toned but not overly
muscular body

In all, a hot woman. Perhaps not full of the youthful
roundness I’d once had, and definitely scarred from my c-section, but not bad.
But not good enough for my husband, it seemed.

We never had sex anymore. He was always too tired, not home,
or busy when I made overtures. Then there were his trips to the strip clubs
with his clients. I wouldn’t mind a trip to one of those.

Joe used to take me with him before Jada came along but not
since. I missed those visits and the really hot sex we’d have. Sometimes we
didn’t even get out of the club before Joe would have my skirt up and my
panties pushed to one side as he pounded into me.

My body throbbed at the thought and I thought about pushing
the tiny scrap of cloth away from my nether regions to have a go at my
pleasuring myself but changed my mind. I need a swim and some hot sun first.

Moving through the house, I glanced out of the front door
and saw a young man cutting Mr. Jackson’s yard. Mr. Jackson lived across the
street from us. His son was away at college and I saw he had a new guy cutting
his grass this week.

A very tall, broad-chested, spectacularly gorgeous young man
from the looks of him.

“And who are you?” I wondered to myself as I watched the
young man push the mower, his body gleaming from sweat.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous!

Oh, now that fellow could bring back the term Pretty Hot
and Tempting all on his own!

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him and as he turned to
mow down the next patch of grass I caught a glimpse of a very tight, well rounded
ass through his khaki shorts.

My fingers clenched as I pictured holding his ass in my
mind.

My pulse started pounding in my ears as I watched and my
fingers twitched.

Swim first! I told myself.

Sighing, I pushed away from the door and went out to our
private backyard. Joe had insisted on buying the two lots next to ours to
ensure a lifetime of privacy, at least at the back of our house, so I could
sunbathe nude if I wanted to but I liked the look of tan lines.

It might seem strange but I find tan lines erotic, as
though the pale flesh has somehow been made sacred or holy by this
reinforcement that
these
parts are private and not even the sun should
be able to see them. I’m averse to sitting out there butt naked, at times, but
not always.

I dived quickly into the pool, doing my laps in the
full-sized submerged pool, before stepping out and laying on a lounger to let the
sun warm me.

I rested there, letting the warm sun penetrate my skin,
the beams of lights feeling like the whisper soft touch of a lover as I
absorbed the heat.

I squirmed on the lounger, settling myself in just right
as I heard the lawnmower from next door finally go quiet.

Hmm, now that young man deserved more thinking about.

Once upon a time Joe’s muscles looked like that, tempting
and beautiful. Now they weren’t as defined, but he still looked good.

My husband could certainly turn heads, but he wasn’t
interested in sex anymore. At least not with me.

I once again pondered the possibility that Joe was having
an affair.

It could happen, I suppose, he had the opportunity, the
means, and the motive, but would he?

It’s hardly any wonder then that I felt no guilt as my
fingers slipped beneath the two inches of cloth protecting my “modesty” between
my legs and slipped between the smooth hairless lips of my labia.

I felt no guilt at all as I pictured the young man next door,
leaning over the lounger, pushing the scrap of cloth away from my pussy, and
then devouring it whole with his mouth.

I moaned as my fingers played over my clit, my other hand
reaching up to my left breast, the most sensitive, to pull at my own nipple.

I bit my lip as I imagined the guy’s tongue flicking over
me just before he lifted his eyes to look up at me, giving me a dirty look of
longing that I’ve longed to see from Joe.

I felt the first warning shots of a powerful orgasm as I
imagined that look and my breath caught in my throat as the waves shook me.

I stopped thinking at that point and let the pleasure rock
me, hoping nobody was around that might hear my cries. There wasn’t anyone in
the back, but someone up front might hear me.

I tried to curb the noise I was making as my body
gleefully reacted to the pleasure it was feeling and let my face spread in a
grin.

The man might not know it, but he’d just given me one of
the best orgasms I’ve had in years!

I had to at least meet him. Running into the house I
changed my clothes to a pair of short denim jeans and a flowing white cotton
top, air-thin, before going over to check on Mr. Jackson, something I did often
as he lived alone, fluffing my slightly damp hair before deciding it had that
sexy summer look men apparently found exciting. Time to meet the new gardener
next door!

As I walked across the empty street, my damp hair down to
my waist and swinging around my waistband in a way that could be suggestive, I
saw the young man was putting the mower away in Mr. Jackson’s garage.

I almost lost my nerve as he turned to me in all of his
shirtless glory, his face spreading in a smile. Something about him seemed familiar,
but I couldn’t place him.

Grinning back my confidence faltered and a niggle of guilt
ate at me.

Even the man’s nipples were gorgeous and my mouth longed
to taste them!

“You’re too old for him, girl, get back to your house and
get to doing housewife-type things.” I told myself.

Instead, I opened my mouth and started to speak.

“Hot out here, isn’t it? Mr. Jackson in?” I asked, hoping
I didn’t look as desperate for attention as I felt like I must.

“Sure, he’s here. And yes, it’s hot today. It sure would
be nice to go for a swim. Looks like you’ve been today, already.” The tall
young man, much taller than me, said, flicking at my hair as though he couldn’t
resist touching it.

“Mm, yes, and it was wonderful. We’re so lucky to have our
own pool. And it’s private.” My words were out of my mouth before I could stop
them.

His dark brown eyes flashed with comprehension and
tightened a little, an inquiry there that I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer.

There was no way the handsome blond young man with shaggy
hair could take it as anything
but
a suggestion.

My cheeks felt as though they were on fire as I glanced
away, hoping a hole would open up in the earth to swallow me.

I know, I know.  I’m hot and then cold, but I’ve never
considered cheating on my husband before and putting everything we’ve built in
jeopardy. This was a bad idea, I knew it, and tried to backtrack before he
could accept.

But I was too late.

“Maybe after I trim the hedges for Dad, I can come over?
Is Jada home too? I haven’t seen her yet either.” The young man said, going
back to put some leather gloves on before picking up a hedge trimmer.

“You could trim my hedges if I didn’t have every bit of my
nether regions waxed, sonny-boy.” I thought to myself as my eyes widened at my
own thoughts.

Then his words registered.

“Dad?” I asked stupidly, gaping at him like a fish out of
water. Oh, it couldn’t be, surely this wasn’t…

“Sure, Mrs. Robins, Dad, don’t you remember me? I haven’t
been gone that long, surely? I’m Benjamin Jackson. I’m home for the summer.” A
grin of satisfaction spread across his face and I knew it had to be because I
hadn’t recognized him.

“Oh my, Benny? Little Benny? My how you’ve changed boy!” I
said, my brain going into southern belle mode for some reason.

“Yep, I filled out a little while I was away. I joined a
weight lifting club and that’s really helped me fill out more than I had.” He
said, flexing a very powerful arm.

I raised an eyebrow and looked up at Benny. Ben, I had to
call him Ben now because this was a man in front of me, not a child.

“I’ll say it has. And nicely too. I bet you’re having to
beat the girls off with a stick!” I declared before I could bite my tongue.

“Thanks, Mrs. Robins. You’re looking nice yourself. I
always have loved all of that hair of yours. It’s so beautiful.” He said in an
awed tone as he reached out to touch it.

I allowed Ben to take a lock on it and watched as he let
it curl around his fingertip before I stepped away.

“Oh, thanks Ben. Well, let me check on your dad then I’ll
be on my way. See you later.” I quickly walked away, going to the door in the
garage and calling through to Mr. Jackson.

I glanced back to see Ben had walked away, but he kept
turning back to look at me. Holy shit, I’d just hit on a 19 year old kid! On
Benny! What the fuck is wrong with me.

As I watched his ass move in his shorts as he walked away,
I forgot to berate myself as I tried to store the image in my head.