A New Job

THIS IS NOT A STROKE STORY -- I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A STROKE STORY

I'm sorry, but if that's what you are looking for, it would probably be better if you moved along to avoid any disappointment on your part. What sex there is appears at the end as I try to concentrate on character building and dialogue.

As always, any similarities between the characters in the following story and real people either living or dead, is purely co-incidental and not intended to cause offence.

The story is, and always will be, the intellectual copyright of the author, and may not be re-produced in any form without his express permission.

So. after all that, if you're still determined to read my little effort, (which may, or may not, be the first of a series, depending on your reviews and marks) I hope you enjoy and maybe read the rest of my humble contributions.

Once again, I have to self-edit (been let down too many times to bother trying to find a reliable editor), so I apologise for any spelling or other errors anyone may notice. With that in mind, if you do find any such errors, please e-mail me and I can then correct them for the enjoyment of any future readers.

Once again, I hope you enjoy.

Oldie...

A New Job

"JIMMY!!!... If you don't damn-well behave, you'll go straight to bed when we get home."

Kathy impatiently pulled her five year-old by the hand. The shitty weather of Northern England in November, being stressed by her little boy's exuberant behaviour, meant the mother of three was eager to get him home and get on with her work as a freelance book editor before it pissed it down again.

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Chapter 1

At 43, and with 21 year-old twin girls at university, Katherine (Kathy) McGuire had been surprised (devastated, is probably nearer the mark) when she'd fallen pregnant at such a relatively comfortable, if expensive, time in her life. Her career had been progressing nicely. Her and her husband James (Jim) had just begun to experience the joys of so-called empty-nesters, able to go out whenever the mood took them; have holidays that were for them rather than the family; and, significantly for the horny mature woman, once again have sex anywhere in the house, and at any-time they felt like it.

Being able to fuck the husband she still loved dearly, without the fear of interruption from two boisterous young girls who thought their parents were so old and decrepit they'd given up doing the dirty deed immediately after having conceived the two of them, meant a great deal to Kathy. The pair had always enjoyed an exciting and fulfilling sex life early in the relationship, right up until the girls had become old enough to make a difference to their privacy, so getting back to that gave them the freedom to physically express their love for each other in the sweaty, naughty, way they both revelled in.

With Jim being a year older than her and well into 'grey' mode, and her own long blonde hair streaked with the dreaded silver -- she had never gone down the route of dying it -- the thought of looking more like their new child's grandparents, rather than parents, had tormented Kathy greatly during in the dark days of waddling around like a beached whale and feeling as unattractive as a bag-lady. As for having to fight to get her slim figure back again after the birth, well that had almost terrified her. It had previously taken her months of working-out and running to get her body back to the glamorous shape that had been her pride and joy ever since she'd first sprouted her sumptuous breasts as a teenager. Now she'd have to go through it all again if she didn't want to turn into the same, saggy-titted, middle-aged women Kathy remembered her mother being when she was growing up herself.

Husband Jim, of course, had been delighted, especially after they'd discovered the unplanned addition to their family was going to be the son he'd longed for throughout his life as the father of two precociously beautiful daughters. Daughters he'd seemed to spend all his time trying - unsuccessfully, unbeknownst to him -- to protect from the attentions of any potential defilers of their innocence as the two girls had passed through puberty and developed into the dazzling beauties who were the image of their mother at the same age. At last, he'd be able to share his passion for sport with another male, rather than having to spend time in solitary confinement if he ever wanted to watch a match, or game of whatever, whilst the rest of the house was monopolised by three totally disinterested females who's only topic of conversation when they were all together seemed to be whatever so-and-so was wearing; or who was doing what to who; or the merits of the latest teen heart-throb -- all of which went completely over his head and left him yearning for maybe just a small dose of male testosterone once-in-a-while.

Once young Jimmy was born, of course, everything changed. His parents and grand-parents doted on Escort him; even his older sisters adored having a little baby to play with when they came home from university -- especially as their mother took care of all the dirty, nasty, things their young brother seemed to spend all day doing. Back to being parents of a young child again, Jim and Kathy were once more taking family holidays; having to consider what was best for their son rather than themselves in whatever plans they had; and again, back to being so tired and pre-occupied they had to sneak in short, hurried and hushed, sex whenever the need for carnal satisfaction became too much to ignore.

The couple, now in their late forties and inevitably showing the signs of life's wear and tear with the odd wrinkle and extra pound here and there, were both still very attractive specimens of mature sexuality, both missing the wild, uninhibited bouts of love-making they'd been able to indulge in for the years after the girls had grown and started spending most of their time out of the house. Kathy, especially, missed their frequent and varied fucking. She'd always been a horny sort of girl, and being able to have sex whenever and wherever she wanted had made her even hornier. She loved fucking, possibly even more than her husband, and now that their sex-life had dissipated to maybe once a week since the birth of her son, she missed it. Even her collection of kinky sex-toys didn't satisfy her needs. The menopause being hopefully a few years off yet, and her pussy still producing enough womanly fluids to flood her panties whenever she got excited, she was a passionate, mature woman who was at her sexual peak with regard to reaching the deeply satisfying orgasms she still craved for.

Consequently, the beautiful wife and mother was feeling frustrated and resentful. She wanted, and actually needed, more than she was getting; her carnal deprivation leaving her irritable and tetchy with her life in general -- and especially with idiots who disturbed her daily routine...

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"Excuse me... Could I have a word?"

Kathy tried to ignore the man's voice behind her, irritably pulling her son toward her car.

"Excuse me. I won't take too much of your time, just a second or two."

He was now in front of her, blocking her path.

"What?... I haven't got ANY time to spare, so please, leave me alone, and stop being a bloody nuisance"

He didn't move. Angrily, she glared at him, fixing him with a stare that threatened all manner of retribution if he didn't get his arse out of her way. A little taller than her, his eyes twinkled with amusement as they looked down at her pretty face -- something that annoyed her even more.

"Well? What is it?... Do I know you, or something?"

The man chuckled, his face breaking into a gentle smile, "No... Well I don't think so anyway. It's just that I've watched you picking your little boy up for a few days now, and I'd really like to offer you a job... Well, you and your husband, actually."

Angrily, Kathy looked at the man, noticing for the first time, that he was actually quite attractive. Maybe 6ft tall, with a nice smile and a slim, well-dressed, body, he was not handsome as such, more... well, sexy really. Determinedly hanging on to her wriggling son's hand as he tried to get away from her and join his friend on the other side of the road, she continued to glare at the stranger who was now really beginning to annoy her.

"I already have a job. I don't want another job. I don't need another job. So please, get out of my way, and leave me alone."

The man's grin widened even further, amused by her angrily flashing eyes that somehow made her even more attractive to him.

"I appreciate that... It's just that I'm a website manager on the internet, and I think you would be perfect for my latest project. So, please take my card, and if you're interested in injecting a little excitement into your life, give me a ring."

Totally pissed-off now, Kathy violently snatched the proffered business card from his out-stretched hand and jammed it into her jacket pocket. With every intention of throwing the damn thing in the trash once she finally got home, she just hoped he'd be satisfied and get out of her fucking way so she could get back to her busy life.

"Okay," She hissed through clenched teeth, "I've got your bloody card... Now, get out of our way so I can go home and make my son's tea."

Chuckling once more, the man stepped sideways and extravagantly bowed as he waved her past, shouting after her, "I'll look forward to hearing from you then." whilst admiring her gorgeous backside as she stormed up the road to her car.

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Several weeks later, after a particularly fraught period in Kathy's life when she had seen her work for the publishing company virtually dry up, at the same time as her husband being told by his employers that they were struggling due to the economic downturn and his job was Escort Bayan in danger if things didn't pick up, she had occasion to wear the coat she'd had on at the time of her meeting with that impudent stranger who'd stopped her and her son on the street.

Finding his card in the pocket, she looked at it properly for the first time. "Mark