The Mistreated Wife

Chapter 4: Going Back to Work

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Paul and I decided to eat out to celebrate my first day on the job. As he parked the car, he asked me to stay in my seat and he opened the door for me. My husband is very sweet. It’s one of the reasons why I fell for him, with all the men courting me at the time. He became my friend, and never took advantage of me. By the time he asked me out on the date, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. I have already fallen for him.

He held my hand as we walked into a restaurant. It was a modest place, with fairly priced food. We didn’t want to splurge too much since I wasn’t supposed to receive my first paycheck until after two weeks.

Once we had sat down and placed our order, Paul told me about his interview. She applied as a Brand Manager for a food manufacturing company. The job is similar to his previous work, and he is hopeful that he’s the best candidate for the job. They will be contacting him within the week for the results. I congratulated him and pecked him on the lips.

While waiting for our food, we made plans to go on vacation for the summer, maybe at the beach, or anywhere out of town. The thought made me really excited.

When we finished eating, we headed to the car and Paul drove us home. Paul held my hand and kept kissing them. When we got to a traffic stop, he started fondling my bo*bs through my shirt. The car is tinted, so I wasn’t worried about people seeing what we’re doing. He told me to unbutton my blouse and unclasp my br*.

Once that’s done, he fondled my bare breasts and started playing with my t**s. I can feel how excited he’s getting as the pressure of his fondling increased. He then moved to suckle my n*pples. I had my eyes closed as I savored the pleasure when we heard cars honking behind us.

Paul let go of my er*ct nubs and proceeded driving. He told me to just leave my t**s hanging out as he really loved looking at them.

I was surprised when he turned right into a dark alley and turned off the engine. He said he couldn’t wait to get home and took out his already hard c*ck. He told me to remove my p*nties and lift my skirt up. I was hesitant that somebody might catch us, but the thrill of getting caught turned me on more.

As I lifted my skirt, Paul adjusted his seat and had me straddle him. As I sat on him he lined his rod on my opening. When I lowered myself on him, I feel his c*ck filling me up, eliciting a loud moan. I started moving up and down, as his one hand is guiding my ass and his other hand is fondling my t**s.

He started suckling on my left n*pple, before moving to the right n*pple. As I keep moving up and down, I can feel myself getting closer to my org*sm.

Belle: “Paul, I’m coming.”

Paul: “Me too, move faster baby.”

I went full throttle and moved faster up and down. I’m sure by now anyone who passes by can see the car moving along with us.

With a few more thrust, we both reach our org*sm, and I felt Paul’s seed filling up my womb. I gyrated my hips before I felt Paul’s spent c*ck leaving my satisfied p*ssy.

We kissed for a few more seconds before I got off him and moved back to my seat. I got some wet tissues and cleaned myself up. Paul did the same to himself.

It’s not the first time we had s*x in the car. Paul and I have actually done it in other public places, including a bar, in the restroom of a restaurant, and even at the back of the bus. I swear Paul finds it more thrilling when there’s the prospect of getting caught. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. I always reach my peak when we do it in public. When we’re in the bedroom, there’s always a fifty percent chance that I’ll be satisfied, sometimes even less.

Either way, I love Paul and I’m happy knowing that I get to satisfy him sexually. I’ve never been with another man, and Paul has been the only person I have given my heart and body too.

Despite of our active unprotected s*x life, somehow I’ve never gotten pregnant. I wasn’t too worried about it because I’m still young, but I’ve always wanted to visit the doctor just to be sure everything is working fine. I added this to the list of what I’m planning to do when I start getting paid. The job comes with a health plan anyway, so this is something I wouldn’t have to worry about.

When we got home, I went straight to the bathroom to shower and get cleaned up. Paul joined me and we went for another round. We were too tired by the time we were done that we headed straight to bed after drying ourselves.

In the middle of the night, I felt Paul’s hardness poking me from behind. I felt him remove my panties and enter me from behind. I came twice before he shot his load inside me. We fell asleep with his c*ck still lodged into me.

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I was sore but happy when I woke up the next day. I’m happy that despite us being married for more than five years now, my husband still finds me s*xually irresistible. I found him in the kitchen making pancakes and frying bacon. I was surprised that he actually did a good job and did not mess up the pancake at all. But then again, he might have just thrown out the messed up ones.

Either way, I appreciated that he’s been taking care of me while he stays at home and I work to bring food on the table. It seems that our roles have reversed and he seems fine by it.

He had me sit on the table, and poured some pineapple juice on a glass in front of me. He leaned to kiss me on the lips while asking:

Paul: “How’s my honey this morning?”

Belle: “A bit sore. But very happy.”

Paul: “Good. My c*ck is tired but very happy too.”

I hit him on the arm while giggling. I lingered my hands while caressing his biceps. My husband is very handsome. When we first met, I got attracted to his smile and handsome features. He’s already very tall, and was a varsity basketball player in high school.

As he grew older, his muscles filled up and he transformed from the tall beanpole into the dashing hunk that he is now. Everybody says we are a very good-looking couple, and they bet we’ll have very good-looking kids too. I’ve never been the jealous type, just because Paul has never given me a reason to be jealous. A lot of women have tried to get his attention and take him away from me, but he says he’s only got his eyes on me.

I was smiling the whole time I was eating. I’m very lucky to have a husband like Paul. Even if I have to continue working to support him, I wouldn’t mind.

When we’re finished eating, he told me to get ready as he cleaned up. After a quick peck on the lips I went upstairs to shower and prepare for work. I brought a bigger bag today. It contains the extra shirt, as well as the flat shoes along with my other usual stuff.

As Paul drove me to work, I asked him what his plans are for the day. He said that he’ll probably just stay in while waiting for the call from the company he interviewed with. He also said that one of his buddies might come by the house later.

When we arrived at the office building, I gave him a quick kiss after I took my seatbelt off. He didn’t let me go right away, as he went in for a deeper kiss, which was interrupted with a loud sound of the horn.

As I got off the car, I looked at the car that honked behind us. It was a sleek black luxury car. I’m not a car aficionado so I wasn’t sure what the exact brand or model is, but just looking at it, it’s obvious that it’s an expensive car. 

I was surprised when I saw my boss, Sebastian Maurer stepping out of the car. We made eye contact, and I nodded as I greeted him “Good morning!” as he passed me by. He just looked at me and didn’t even acknowledge me in any way.

I let him walk ahead of me, and stay a few steps behind him. As I entered the elevator, I got pushed back again just like the previous day. As luck would have it, I can feel the poking behind me once more. This time, I looked back and saw Sebastian standing behind me. He was just looking straight and seemed oblivious to what is happening.

I just let things be and didn’t make a big deal out of it. Maybe he didn’t even notice anything happening. I got pushed back some more as more people got it to the lift. I tried to move forward to avoid the poking machine, but just like the previous day, I kept getting pushed back to it.

I gasped as I felt a hand touch my waist, and I felt a breath on my cheeks. I heard Sebastian say “Stop moving.”

I stopped moving, and may have stopped breathing for a bit as well. The thing is, Sebastian kept his hand on my waist. I breathed a sigh of relief when more people got out of the elevators and I was able to move away from the ‘pokenator.’

I glanced at Sebastian’s direction quickly, and all I saw was the poker face that I have been seeing since the first day I met him. Did he not get affected at all? I’ve gotten some compliments on my ass, and Paul has said that it’s one of my best assets. Maybe Sebastian is not an ass man. Or maybe, he just doesn’t find me attractive enough to be affected by our contact.

As we got to our floor, I got out of the elevators right away. I let him pass me as he said “Come into my office.”

I clocked in, turned my computer on, put my bag under my desk, and got a notepad and pen before knocking and entering my boss’ office. I greeted him as soon as I came in.

Belle: “Good morning, Sebastian.”

Sebastian: “Good morning, Isabelle.”

Belle: “You can just call me Belle.”

Sebastian: “Okay, Belle. Take a seat.”

I sat in one of the chairs across his desk. He took off his suit coat and put it at the back of his chair. He’s wearing a cream colored button up shirt. I can see some muscles through his shirt. It looks like he works out regularly.

I had my pen and notepad up, ready to write down his tasks for me today. Instead, he leaned back on his chair and proceeded to ask me some questions.

Sebastian: “Who was the guy who dropped you off earlier?”

Belle: “That was my husband.”

Sebastian: “How long have you been married?”

Belle: “Five years. We got married when we were 20.”

Sebastian: “Do you have any kids?”

Belle: “No, not yet.”

Sebastian: “What does your husband do?”

Belle hesitated for a moment before replying.

Belle: “He’s in-between jobs as of the moment.”

Sebastian didn’t say anything more and kept looking at Belle. Finally, he leaned up on his table and started looking at some documents.

Belle was still waiting for him to talk again after about a minute. She couldn’t handle the awkwardness anymore.

Belle: “Is there anything you need from me?”

Sebastian: “No. You may go.”

Belle stood up and bowed as she left his office. She couldn’t help but think about how weird that was.