Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10

MRS. DEBORAH WOODBURN

I wasn't even spending the first night in my condo after moving in. Mr. Woodburn told me to pack a small case for two nights. He would be picking me up Friday late afternoon and return me home Sunday afternoon. He gave me little information other than some essentials to be packed.

I was waiting inside the secure lobby of the building with my single carry-on size roller bag. The doorman, who had only met that day, was very attentive and suggested I wait inside out of the traffic and flow of people on the sidewalk. When Mr. Woodburn's Cadillac pulled next to the curb, the doorman looked back at me. I nodded and he began rushing back and forth, first to hold the door for me, taking my bag, then to the car to open the door for me, then to the trunk that popped open for him. The driver handed him a tip as he shut the trunk lid.

I settled into the back seat next to Mr. Woodburn. He had suggested an office-type outfit. The short skirt rode up my thighs are I slid into the seat. He noticed. He didn't ask but he was almost able to see if I did indeed take his comment of "office-type outfit" to mean no underwear. I didn't have any on, of course, and 1 thought the doorman might have had the better vantage point as I got into the car.

"Sir?"

"You'll find out in due course, my dear."

"Yes, Sir." He was still not telling me, but we crossed the river leaving downtown. I had the very familiar tingling feeling in my pussy as I sat back trying to present an air of calm while the potential of the unknown crashed against those efforts.

"So, you're the slut who has been fucking my Charles at his work?"

The woman standing in the foyer of their mansion-sized home was Mrs. Deborah Woodburn. She was about 45-years-old, younger than him. She was trim, 5' 6" tall and about 130 pounds. Her looks were younger than her actual years. She had stylized reddish, blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She was in a very nice dress, stockings, and heels. Jewelry completed the look on her neck, ears, and wrists.

I glanced nervously to Mr. Woodburn who had taken his place alongside her. His expression showed no hint of discomfort or tension.

"Mrs. Woodburn, I

Her face suddenly changed completely by breaking into a smile. She stepped up to me and took me into her arms, pulling me in for a truly heartfelt hug that could have been a mother's hug to a daughter who had been away too long.

"I am sorry, dear, but you should have seen your face." She took my arm and led me through the foyer. A large, curving staircase went upstairs. She took me past what was a formal dining room already set up for three. She commented on the rooms as if settling me in. We stopped in a study, large curtain covered windows on one wall, other walls covered with bookshelves, and a sitting area at the other wall around a coffee table. While Mr. Woodburn went to a hidden bar for drinks, she held me out in front of her, stepped back and appraised me from head to toe.

"You did well, Charles."

He chuckled as he handed us our drinks, "I know did, my love."

"You know about me?"

She laughed, "Of course, I do. Charles and I have a very good marriage, my dear. knew about Trudy, too. When he told me, Trudy wanted to reduce her involvement and that he wanted to change the situation to include a professional person working closely with him who would be his personal slut for personal and professional use, I was intrigued." She looked up at her husband.

He nodded, "As I said before, my dear, I have no objection to expanding the relationship as long as Tina is in agreement. But, remember she has critical responsibilities at the firm."

I looked between them, "Expand? What are you suggesting?"