They walked the short journey to the Ye Olde Village Pub. Karl’s fingers brushed against hers along the route and Claire was quick to pull away.

“Can’t I hold your hand?” he joked.

“Stop it,” Claire said quietly, with a smile.

“Can I touch your pussy then?”

“Ssssssh.”

“It will be a different story later this afternoon when I’m taking your knickers off,” he told her.

“You’re a bugger,” she hissed, with a smile. “Do you know that?”

“Hmmm, buggery,” he smiled. “That’s on my to do list with you as well.”

Claire was pleased as they turned the corner and the pub came into view. It was bad enough being in public with him, let alone anything else. In any other circumstances she would have gladly walked hand in hand down the road with him, but these were not they.

Their village pub was very much a family orientated place, and as usual, it was busy. Families sat outside in the summer sun as well as inside enjoying a lunch time drink or the Sunday Carvery. Normally Claire would look around to see if she recognised anyone. There were often people that she knew and local neighbours, and sometimes she would stop and chat, but not today. People looked at her, but it was mainly Karl that was catching the attention because of his race. Claire did notice, however, that it was mainly women who looked at him. She noticed a few times their eyes reverting from him to her. She guessed that there was no doubt a little envy as well as damp crotches among them. She wondered just how many of them would like to be cuckolding their husbands with Karl.

They managed to find a table in a corner and sat and enjoyed a meal with a bottle of Barossa Valley Shiraz. Karl talked about his hotels and some other business interests that he had. Claire mentioned that she dreamed of opening her lingerie boutique one day. Once Neil had worked his way up to becoming a partner, they would have the resources. She saw that there were still opportunities for independent retailers to survive along with the larger ones.

“I think you would do well in ladies underwear,” Karl joked.

Claire giggled. “I’ve done very well up to now,” she said quietly. “Actually, I would have a late night opening for men only. I see lots of men come in during the day, and as soon as it gets overrun with women, they go. I think they feel a bit self conscious looking through racks of ladies knickers and bras.”

“That sounds a good idea.”

“I’m sure there would be lots of guys like you bringing your cuckolds in.”

Karl said nothing for a few minutes.

“I’ve noticed a few retail premises in town empty,” he told her.

“I know. Rent and rates though are astronomical here.”

“Fancy a wander around later?

“What, now?” she asked him.

“Why not? We can always take note of any suitable premises and contact them later.”

Claire looked at him. She was only just getting used to being his lover; getting involved in business with him was something entirely different. “What, you are thinking about... “

“Maybe.”

“How do you mean?”

Karl took another sip of his wine. “Well, we could set up a company together.”

“I don’t have a lot of capital and I don’t want to use our home as collateral.”

Karl shook his head. “I wasn’t asking you to,” he told her. “I put the capital in as a loan to the company and once the profits start to roll in I take it back out.”

“What about if anything happens between us?”

“Sex is sex and business is business, Claire,” he smiled. “I think we are both capable of separating the two.”

Claire held his gaze. She was seeing him in a new light now. He was not just exciting in bed but he was exciting her again now in a different way.

“I would have to talk it through with Neil,” she told him.

Karl looked at her. “I think we both know where that will go, don’t we?”

Claire felt that tingle between her thighs again. Neil was already letting her open her legs wide for Karl; giving him her body as a business partner as well would be no problem at all.

“It would also allow our relationship to go unnoticed or at least without too many questions,” Karl winked.

Claire smiled. “We may have to spend a lot of time together doing the paperwork.”

“I know,” he sighed. “And, sadly, you would have to try out a lot of the stock for me.”

Claire giggled. “I suppose someone has to make the sacrifice.”

Karl laughed.

Claire glanced down at him. There was a bulge in his slacks. “I hope when we are working closely together there will be... none of that.”

Karl looked down as well and smiled. “We will have to make sure that we have adequate office space.”

Claire laughed. “You mean to... “

Karl leaned closer. “Need to make sure that we have a nice big desk there,” he told her quietly. “So that I can have you across it regularly.”

Claire felt that tingling again. She was beginning to imagine it all now. Karl calling her into the office at the end of the day, locking the door behind herself. He would be sitting at the desk, his chair pushed back and her hairbrush on the desk beside an open file. He would call her over. “Sales are down this week,” he would tell her. “Why?”

“I... I don’t know,” she would stammer.

The file would be pushed aside as he picked up the hairbrush. She knew the score. She would lie across the desk. His free hand would roughly push her skirt up and claw her panties down as far as her knees. Six of the best would quickly follow, and as she lay there sobbing, she would hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. She would hear the sound of his zipper and then she would feel it. She would feel the bulbous tip of his huge manhood pressing against her cunt lips and his large, rough hands gripping her waist.

It would be fast and furious; hard, rough fucking across the office desk. He would spank her thighs hard and pull hard on her hair, screaming obscenities at her and calling her names. She would feel his cum spurting inside her as he climaxed and she would feel her own wetness running down between her thighs. Once spent, he would pull himself away from her. She would hear his zipper again as she pulled her panties up. She would turn and see his smile just before she kissed him and then she would go to the bathroom. A few minutes later they would finish up the locking up of the shop and then they would leave together.

There would be paperwork to catch up on so it would be back to her home.

Neil would be waiting for them with a refreshing drink before dinner. Afterwards she would take a bath and reappear wearing a sample from the latest nightwear stock; a white, see through negligee that just about covered her thighs. The matching panties would have been discarded of course; they would only get in the way.

“Shall we go through those sales figures again, Karl,” she would say to him as she stretched out her hand.

Karl would take it and let her lead him up the stairs to her bedroom. Then she would hear the sound of his zipper again but this time it would be her fingers tugging it down.

Karl’s voice broke her concentration. “Are you okay?”

Claire smiled. “I was miles away,” she told him.

“Oh, where?”

“Somewhere into the future,” she told him.

He smiled as he moved closer to her. “Where exactly?”

She smiled and pulled herself back a little. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Is it a dirty place?” he whispered.

“Absolutely filthy.”

“I’d better get us a taxi then,” he told her.

Fifteen minutes later they found themselves walking through the city centre. They passed a couple of empty shops; one between two charity shops and the other next to a bookmaker. They looked at each other and shook their heads. They then headed into a shopping arcade. It held some up market shops, like jewellers and clothing boutiques. Claire remembered seeing an empty one a few weeks earlier and they soon found it.

Karl looked through the large window. “Seems quite spacious,” he told her. “They have an upstairs as well.”

Claire looked at the large To-Let sign, but Karl also saw a notice on the door window regarding letting. He took out his mobile phone.

“It’s Sunday,” Claire told him, “there’ll be no estate agents open now.”

Suddenly Karl started speaking to a voice at the other end. Claire stood back as Karl wandered up to the shop next door, mobile to his ear and talking away. Moments later he was back at her side, “He’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”

“Who?”

“The leaseholder,” he told her. “Place has been empty for almost six months and the letting agents are having no luck in shifting it. I think we may get a good deal here. He sounds eager to get it let.”

Claire stood looking through the window. In her mind she could picture the racks and rails of lingerie; stands for stockings and perhaps some costume jewellery. The name ‘Intimates’ popped into her mind; ‘Claire’s Intimates’ she muttered to herself.

She turned to Karl and told him. “Sounds good,” he told her, just as the leaseholder approached them.

“So what line of retail are you in?” he asked them as he opened the door for them.

Claire opened her mouth to speak, but Karl cut in, “We have a few ideas,” he replied. “It all depends on the overheads.”

She smiled to herself. Karl was a shrewd businessman as well.

They followed the man around. As well as an upstairs floor there was also an office area, a kitchen and small restroom and there was a large stock room with an outside loading bay. It was ideal. She pulled away and wandered around on her own, picturing where everything would go. Karl and the leaseholder remained in one corner in deep discussion for a while. She could hear them talking over figures. Karl seemed to be the one talking the most. She could imagine that he would drive a hard bargain. She glanced down at his crotch, ‘It wasn’t the only hard thing that he drove’, she thought to herself.

A few minutes later they walked towards her. “Can we use Neil’s firm as our solicitors?” Karl asked her.

“Y... yes, I’m sure that would be okay.”

The man took out his notepad. Claire gave him the firm’s address and telephone number. “It will be Neil Dodds, Mr. Neil Dodds you will need to speak to.”

The man finished writing. “I’ll get a lease agreement dropped round first thing in the morning,” he told Karl as he stretched out his hand.

Karl took it, “Hopefully, we’ll get back to you next week once we have had our board meeting.”

The man looked at Claire. He looked her up and down, his eyes resting on her left hand. “And Mrs... “

“Mrs Dodds is my co-director,” Karl told him.

He held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you, Mrs Dodds,” he told her.

She didn’t like the smirk on his face, but there again, she wasn’t bothered by it either.

“May we hang on to the keys?” Karl asked him. “We would like to have a good look round. Get a feel of the place, you know?”

The man looked at Claire again. “No problem,” he told them. “I have other sets.”

Karl shook his hand again and he left. Closing the door behind him Karl and Claire went into the back office and store area. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she told him.

Karl slipped his hand under her skirt. Claire automatically parted her thighs. His fingers probed and prodded her before slipping inside her panties.

“We could do with a desk in here now,” he groaned.

“Maybe we should go back to my place and have a board meeting there,” she suggested. “Discuss all the ins and outs.” She added as she stooped down.

Her fingers found his zipper. “We need to hammer things out on the bed,” she smiled.

Karl groaned as her fingers reached his manhood inside his pants. Claire guided it out and then ran her tongue up and down his shaft. “My husband hasn’t heard my screams from the marital bed yet, has he?” she said, looking up and smiling.

Karl looked down and stroked the back of her head. “You are one filthy bitch, do you know that?” he told her.

Claire smiled. “But I’m your filthy bitch,” she told him as she kissed the tip of his cock.

Karl pulled her to her feet. “Come on,” he grunted, “Let’s get you back home. I want Neil to hear you scream good and loud.”

Claire helped him zip his slacks back up and then took his hand. She was still holding his hand as they stepped out of their shop doorway. As Karl locked up she glanced around her. Other couples were milling around; some hand in hand and others just engaged in conversation. They all seemed preoccupied with their own lives. As they stepped away his hand brushed hers again but this time she took it.

“Neil did say that he wanted cuckolding properly didn’t he?” she said to him as they stepped out into the sunlight in search of a taxi.

Disclaimer: All characters and events in the story are fictitious and any resemblance to real people and events are purely coincidental.