I had been working for Paul for a few months. Paul was doing a favour for Simon, if you have read this series from the beginning you will know the kind of favour he was doing.

I had met Paul's wife a few times but I was surprised when she turned up at my place with a bottle of wine.

“Hello Carol, I thought we could get to know one another while Paul is away.” Lyn handed me the bottle. 

“Come in, I'll fetch some glasses.”

I put the bottle down and gathered some cold snacks, glasses and a bottle opener.

“You have a nice place.“

“I have not made it mine yet.”

“It's nice, did you pick the sofa?”

“No, it was here, but I like it. I need a workspace.” I took a sip of wine.

“Don't you have an office?”

“I do, but I work all hours. Nice wine?”

“You should not let Paul overwork you.”

“I enjoy my work.”

“That's good.” 

The conversation turned to fashion and things. We opened a second bottle of wine. 

We were close to the bottom of it when the subject changed.

“You know he sleeps with other women.” Lyn said without warning.

“You mean Simon?” I knew he was fucking a possible Yellow Robe.

“Yes”

“I like women.” I hoped that would stop her next sentence. 

“O’ I'm sorry…”

“There is nothing to be sorry for.”

“He has never tried it on?”

“He has been a perfect gentleman.” I meant that, a perfect gentleman and wonderful fuck.

“I better go home.” 

“How did you come?”

“I drove.”

“You can't drive, I'll call you a taxi.” 

“No, I will have to come back for the car.”

I picked up her purse. 

“I will call you a taxi, or you can stay the night.”

“No taxi.” It was almost a slur.

She drained her glass and poured the last of the wine into her glass.

“Shall I call Simon, to say you are safe?”

“No, he is away. Do we have more.” She said, lifting her glass.

“Sure, I'll get it.”

I topped up her glass and spilt a bit, pouring mine. 

“I'll fetch a towel.” I told her.

I brought more food and a towel back. I mopped up the spill and sat down. 

Lyn was refilling her glass. I did not know if this was common practice or a one off. I did know I had had enough, and was glad I  had an alcohol free bottle in the fridge. 

“Where am I sleeping?” Lyn slurred.

“This way.” I helped her to my bed.

I undressed her, leaving her bra and panties on and put her to bed. I left my panties on and stayed on the other side of the bed, with my back turned to her.

“What is it like?” Lyn asked.

“What is what like?” I guessed,  but did not want it to be.

“You know, to be with a woman. I mean, without a man there is no end.”

I turn over without getting closer to her. I could see the outline of her shoulder in the dim light.

“There are more ways than one to skin a pussy.”

“I suppose so.”

“Good night Lyn.”

I felt a hand on me. Without thinking,  or being fully awake I pulled myself closer to the body. I felt a bra and remembered who was in bed with me. 

Lyn dived her hand into my panties. 

“Slow down." I told her. “Relax “

I reached around and tried to release her bra. I wished I could do it with one hand like some men can.

“Let me do that.”

Lyn whipped it off, then slid her panties off. I slipped mine off.

I began to run my hands over her. She did the same. My hand found her buttock. I kissed her, she pulled away.

“Are you OK.” I asked.

“Yes, yes.” She pulled my head to her and snugged. 

I pressed my body against her. Our hands moved over each other. She got more excited. 

I pulled the sheet away, pulled her leg up over me and put my hand over it to feel her inner thigh. She kissed harder.

I pushed her back and moved my hand to her pussy. She was wet and truly excited. Her hand went to do the same to me. She was a little painful, but I ignored it. She pushed harder as she came for the first time.

I went down on her pussy, she tasted sweet.

She tried to do the same for me. I tongued her and she copied me. She was better at that than fingers. 

I think we must have came ten times. We were exhausted. 

She fell asleep with her head on my shoulder,  just the way I sometimes fall asleep on her husband's shoulder. 

In the morning Lyn was concerned about what had happened. 

“Don't tell Paul, will you?” She begged.

“If that is what you want. Would you like breakfast?”

”I should go home.”

“Breakfast,  then I will find your purse.” 

“OK” She surrendered. 

“What would you like?”

The last thing she said was. “Don't tell Paul.”

“I will not. Come around anytime.”

She blushed.

I never did tell Paul. Just when I thought she would not come back she called.