He Won't Work
He's too cool to work a normal working week. Says it's for dumb arses and weak minded men.
He makes his money other ways, but that can be sporadic.
It's either boom or bust.
During a bust period, our daughter needed clothes and food, and he wasn't going to supply either.
I knew men envied him, and I also knew they found me attractive.
So having nothing at all to eat in the house, I decided enough was enough.
I got a part time job. We argued. I got a second part time job. We argued some more, with him calling me a sheep, among other hurtful things.
Luckily our daughter didn't hear us arguing.
The boss of what was my second part time job is called Bret. He's a real nice man who's wife passed away two years ago.
During the first few weeks of working for him, he somehow found out about my home life situation.
Inviting me into his office, Bret gave me an offer. An offer which meant I'd be able to just work just for him and it would tie in with my daughters schooling and care needs.
The offer was to clean and cook for him at his home, plus extras and he'd make sure it was only a three hour day, three days a week.
When he told me the remuneration, I actually gasped.
Bret is originally from Canada, but has lived here in the UK for thirty years.
He's fifty four and as I now know, a magnificent lover.
I was going to refuse his offer, mainly because of my pride. But then my husband and I argued about him spending nearly ten grand on a car, when there was little to no food for us to eat.
He said he needed it for his Cred.
As soon as he drove off, with my daughter asking me what was for our evening meal, I phoned Bret.
I had his beautiful house clean within two hours the following day, after putting my daughter in pre school club.
When Bret asked me to join him in the shower, I didn't hesitate once. Stripping off first I could see the delight in his eyes and the bulge in the bathrobe he had on. Then with him looking directly in my eyes, he removed the robe.
It wasn't money that made me gasp that time.
Bret might be the other side of fifty, yet he's very much kept himself in shape, and his erection had my jaw dropping.
It's not much longer than my husband's cock. Around eight inches. But it's as thick as a pop can and curves upwards.
He smiled when he saw my face, took my hand and walked us into his large walk in shower.
Our first kiss was everything that my husband wouldn't be like. It was soft, caring, yet passionate. When his hands roamed over my body, or put my hand to his erection, it was done gently, making me feel so alive with sexual need.
Don't get me wrong, I was no shy female exploring sex for the first time. Yet as we played with each others sex, with Bret manipulating my pussy hole and clit, it all felt so new and suttley beautiful.
Having me raise my right leg to put on a low plinth, he knelt down in front of me and I swear gave me the tonguing of my life.
He made love to my pussy, clit and arsehole with his mouth and tongue for such a long time. And when he eventually rose up, I'd orgasmed as many times as my husband would please me in a week.
Turning me around, he began kissing every part of my back, buttocks, shoulders and neck. He gently probed my vagina and arsehole making me shiver with anticipation.
Then as if knowing when I was fully craving his cock, he held my small breasts and slid his cock into my pussy from behind.
I came almost instantly, and as he slowly fucked me to start with, he told me my future was secure.
You would have to know living the way we did, what that meant to me.
I gave myself utterly to Bret and revelled in the way the man fucked me. His thick cock stretched my vagina to its maximum and I couldn't have been happier.
I had two more orgasms as he continued to fuck me from behind with the shower spray pouring over us both.
I'd just had another climax when Bret pulled out of me, took my hand and lead me soaking wet to his bedroom. Laying me down, he lifted my legs up, sank down and began tonguing my arsehole again.
I knew he wanted to fuck me there, so instead of waiting for him, I told him to fuck my arse.
Lifting me up he guided his cock to my arsehole. It took a long time and some cream he got from his bedside draw to finally receive his cock up my rear hole. But once I'd gotten used to it, and the pain had subsided, Bret fucked me with much more force and passion.
Still fucking me, he leaned on top of me and we began kissing again.
And we didn't stop kissing until I'd climaxed once more and Brets cock exploded up my arse.
Only then did he slightly back away and groan with his own orgasm.
It was easily the best sex I'd ever experienced, and by a long way. With his cum leaking out of my bottom, we lay kissing and kissing and kissing.
Thinking if I could suck on his extremely thick cock, after quite some time, I stopped kissing with Bret, slid down his body and opened my mouth.
I could taste myself and his cum on his flaccid cock, which only made me more horny to please him.
I took my time and played with and licked his balls too.
I thoroughly enjoyed giving him a blow job, making his cock grow to its full length and thickness.
Then as he totally relaxed, I mounted his cock, put his hands onto my breasts and rode my boss until we'd both reached our orgasms again.
We dressed, ate and talked. I told him about my situation and how our brief time together had been so perfect and so right for me. Bret told me, if and only if I wanted to continue enjoying one another, he'd set up an account for me and my daughter. An account my husband wouldn't know about.
I've been Brets 'cleaner' now for over a year. My husband still thinks I work at the business Bret owns. But then he's still too full of his own self importance to notice how happy I am these days. My husband and I still have sex, but I now remove myself emotionally from the act. It's just sex and I mostly fein an orgasm with him. He's thirty one and still hasn't grown up. But one man who's offering me way more certainly has.
Bret has met my daughter a few times now, mostly in a park. She likes him and calls him pops. It's a phrase she's learned from kids YouTube.
Three weeks ago during a two hour long session of passionate sex, Bret asked me if I'd ever leave my husband.
I didn't even need to think about it, replying "Today, if I could".
I've had enough of my husband's irresponsible ways and his total selfishness. I've also after he spent two grand on a weekend away with his mates, given up on our marriage.
Soon, very soon I'm leaving him to move in with Bret. Long term we're going to move over to Canada and give my daughter a future she deserves. And a future husband and lover I deserve.
I know I should have done this some time ago, but Covid and my husband's ways always got me second guessing myself.
But now I know Bret is the man for me. And besides I love everything about him.
A real man.
