Some marriage become more routine, doing the same thing every day. We humans, tend to fall into this boring, every day routine in our marriage. This was certainly true for me and my husband who disconnected himself from me, and our marriage, a little over year ago. It started with him working later hours at the office, or so I thought. I eventually wised up to the harsh fact he was meeting his younger secretary in different hotels while I was left taking care of the house, making sure the bills were being paid, and putting dinner on the table for a husband who was feasting on his blonde, blue eyed, fake tits bimbo.
I finally decided enough was enough. I would no longer sit and wait around hoping my husband would eventually see the error of his cheating ways.
I decided it was time to start making some money of my own, allowing me to feel better about myself and not have to wait till he decided to allow me to have what he considers to be his money. Something he very much loves to express, he works for the money, not me. He gives me money for certain things -- food, to pay the bills -- but I must always show him receipts. It's humiliating. I'd got myself into this nightmare marriage but I now wanted out...
After weeks and weeks of searching for a job, filling out applications, sending my resume to different companies, my lucky day finally arrives. I finally have an interview as a maid. Not the most glamorous job, but it will be a pay check and some benefits I very much need. I would be insane not to go for the interview.
As I pull up to the gate, I am greeted by a security guard. I then realize who he is and what house, more like what mansion, I am at. I look around and see huge golden initials on the golden gate. My mouth drops open, my eyes widen in disbelief.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Quincy. Mr. Kingston is expecting you. Please, go on up to the house."
"Thank you," I reply. Once I'm parked in front of the house, I am blown away how beautiful it is.
"Oh my god, I cannot believe I have an interview with Mr. Lucas Kingston. Please let me get through this interview," I say, not realizing someone is standing behind me. I step back and feel hands grab my hips.
"What the hell?"
"Careful, sweetheart, don't want anything happening to those beautiful legs, or that great ass," he says. My head snaps back to see who it is. It's Lucas Kingston's son.
"Hello, Mrs. Quincy, do you know who I am?" he asks with a grin.
"Y-yes, sir. You are Levi Kingston, Lucas Kingston's son," I stutter.
"That's right. I am being left in charge. My father had to leave town at the last minute, so he asked me to interview you."
"Oh, okay, well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kingston," I say and reach my hand out to him. He grins and grabs hold of it.
"I have a good feeling we are going to get along just fine, Naomi. Now, please, follow me," he smiles and leads me into the house. We make our way down a hall and into an office.
"Have a seat, Naomi. I have looked over your resume and see you really have not had many jobs."
"No, I did work at a nursing home before I got married, to my nightmare," I whisper not thinking he heard me, but from his raised eyebrow I am thinking he heard me.
"Your nightmare, is that how you see your husband, Naomi?"
"Oh, man, it's a long story," I snap back.
.
"Really? Well, I have a ton of time."
"You really want me to tell you about my marriage problems, Mr. Kingston? What does my marriage problems have to do with my interview and capability of being a maid?" I snap and regret it.
He is now looking a little annoyed with me.
"Okay, from the annoyed look on your face, I can clearly see I just blew this interview. I will leave," I say.
I stand up and make my way to the door.
"You're sexually frustrated, aren't you, Naomi?" he asks me without shame.
"What? That is none of your business, Mr. Kingston," I growl.
He lifts himself from the desk chair and struts his way over to me. His breathtaking blue eyes look down at me and his fingers caress my jaw.
"Tell me, Naomi, when is the last time your husband pleasured your beautiful body?"
I raise my hand to slap him, but he grabs it and pushes me back against the door. His right hand gently holds my throat, he leans his body next to mine, and the heated attraction between us becomes overwhelming. I soon feel a wetness between my legs.
"You and I both know you are dying to be pleasured, to feel my hands, my lips, my tongue, and my cock pleasuring you. I can take you on one hell of a pleasure trip, Naomi. All you have to do is give in to what you know you want."
"I have never cheated on my husband."
"Maybe not, but your husband has no problem cheating on you. Like right now, Naomi. I had a meeting at the hotel on Wilkins Drive, and guess who I saw entering the penthouse room with a blonde? Trust me, that blonde was all over your husband," he informs me and I become furious. Without thinking, I grab his neck and pull his mouth on mine. His hands grip my hips and, seconds later, we are both naked.
"Tell me, Naomi, what is it you are wanting me to do to pleasure you?" he asks.