Telling Mary
Things are happening faster than I can write! This blog is a little out of sequence but I think it makes sense to tell you about my…
Things are happening faster than I can write! This blog is a little out of sequence but I think it makes sense to tell you about my afternoon with Mary, which follows on from my chat with Caroline, Simon's sister. The final part about my evening with Caroline will follow as soon as I have time.
You need to read this blog first https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/simons-dark-secrets-dbad9502d8bf
After Caroline dropped her bombshell about Simon’s sexual nature I spent many an hour debating with myself if I should tell Mary. Caroline had been reticent to do so, but then she had no idea as to what Mary was getting up to and the longer I thought about it, the more convinced I became the right thing to do was to tell her.
The problem was how. It was hardly the thing to text her or even phone her. I had to do it face to face, but since Simon had virtually stopped going to Birmingham, opportunities were few and far between. The only way to do it was during the week. I decided to take an afternoon off. They owed me enough hours just from last week's marathon, anyway.
So we met for a late lunch in town. I told Mary I had a number of things I wanted to chat about, and that was true. The other matters I’ll deal with later. I doubted we’d be doing anything sexy. It’s weird to say it considering we were going to be talking about her husband’s sexual proclivities, but I doubted our mood, especially Mary's would be right.
We hadn’t seen each other for ages and spent a while exchanging stories of our adventures. It looks as though I’m going to have to up my game if I don’t want to lose my top deviant in Suffolk spot!
Eventually, we’d brought ourselves up to date and both of us were clearly, shall I say, warmed up by our tales. So much so that Marry looked around and asked if I intended to have some fun.
“Perhaps,” I said, “but first I’ve got something I must tell you.” I recounted my evening with Caroline and what she had told me.
I was prepared for emotion. Shock. Horror. Disgust (well, perhaps not so much of that considering what we’d got up to!) Hate. What I got was a very calm. “The dirty bastard. Huh. I might have guessed. At least I can stop feeling any sense of guilt for what I’m doing.”
Not that I have any experience of it, but my feeling was her outwardly calm appearance was akin to someone being told a loved one had died and saying no, they’d be home soon. I sat waiting for the information to sink in. She sat quietly for a while, glancing around as if looking for someone, then spoke, “It’s quite a relief, actually. There’s me thinking I’ve been ultra disgusting for playing with Katie and he’s fucked his own mother!”
“Whoa! Hang on. Caroline was making an assumption there. He might not have been.”
“No, dear Caroline doesn’t do assumptions. There will be something she’s not telling you that would be proof.”
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely. She’s never been one to jump to conclusions, always researching, finding facts, no matter the subject. She’ll have proof alright.”
“Will you tell him you know?”
“No, I don’t think so. It would land Caroline in it and I wouldn’t want that.”
“Do you think she’d care?”
“I suppose not, but I’d rather try to catch him at something obscene. Like fucking Zoe. Having heard this, I’m convinced he is. It would give him control over her and she’d then influence her husband to Simon's way of thinking.”
“Shit. He is devious, if that’s likely.”
“It’s more than likely. Dead certainly now I know this other detail. God, his mother!” She said again. “Guess that opens any doors for us Tracy!” A smile crossed her face, which was the last expression I expected. “If he’s that weird, he might even get turned on watching us and Katie. Now there’s a thought. Another thought! Zoe, the cow. I bet she didn’t realise she’d be paying for Simon's cock by shafting her husband in business.”
“Hang on Mary. You're making a lot of assumptions.”
“No, no. This all makes sense. Some of the things he’s done over the last year or so I’ve wondered about. The company’s gone in a totally different direction. Profitably, but ethically a bit dubious. I was always surprised his partner agreed to it. Makes perfect sense if Zoe was twisting his arm because Simon was effectively blackmailing her.
“God, I’m feeling liberated. Come on, Tracy, let’s have some fun.”
A first for me, I said no. “Mary, you need to think about this. It’s serious. Are you comfortable living with him?”
“What’s changed? He’s still the obnoxious control freak he’s always been. The only difference is I now know his ignoring me wasn’t because I didn’t turn him on, but that his humiliation of me did. Well, that's going to stop. I know what you’re saying, Trace and I love you for it and when the enormity of this sinks in, I’ll take stock, but right at this minute, I need sex. Hard unadulterated sex.”
So I gave it to her. We had a good two hours before she expected him home but we drove to my house, virtually ran indoors, and figuratively ripped each other's clothes off. Mary had been right. She did need sex. Her lips met mine, grinding into me. Her hand found my pussy and urgently rubbed hard. It didn’t do what she wanted though. I just knew she was showing me what she needed to be done to her. I pushed her onto the bed. Roughly grabbed her tits, mashing them together. Sinking my teeth into her boob. Making her gasp. Leaving a clear bite mark. Transferring my attention to her cunt. Pulling her lips apart. Nibbling on her clit. Fingers sinking into her. First her by now, wet cunt. Fucking her as fast and hard as I could. Two fingers. Blurred. Her head back. “Hurt me Trace. Hurt me!” My other hand going to her other hole. Wet from her juices, I didn’t hesitate. Straight in. Her noise, a combination of a gasp and groan. Both hands working both holes. Different speeds. Her cunt had the airplane. Her arse the bicycle. Neither for long. The orgasm came in waves.
The whole thing was over in ten minutes. Mary satisfied. Me not do much. An irrelevancy in the circumstances.
We lay side by side for a few minutes. Neither speaking. “I’m going to make him pay for this Trace. And pay big. Will you help?”
“You know I will. In any way I can.”
“Good. It’s time Simon got taught a lesson.”
The adrenaline seemed to be ebbing from her. I hoped the inevitable down would not be too deep, but I had a feeling she was more resilient than I had been. Time will tell.
