After The Affair

Thankfully, Liam was late, and she got time to regroup and collect her thoughts. Whilst she was on the computer, ordering more stock, she swore to herself, 'HE MUST NEVER FIND OUT!' She had to keep it a secret; this news would kill Liam. When he finally got home, she ran after him like a crazy woman, she gave him a massage, she couriered drinks for him, all the while listening to his complaints of his lousy day.

She prayed he would fall asleep, which thankfully he did.

The next day, Vince met her to help set up before any of the other stall holders arrived and this time, he wasted no time. He dragged her into a kiss that was so passionate she fell into it, her eyes closed, their tongues duelling. As he pulled back, he muttered, "Meet me at the container at lunchtime."

She put out what meagre stock she had and kicked herself for falling so easily. Bugger him, she would meet him at lunchtime, but just to tell him it was over, she would not be going through this again. The guilt dragged her down like a weighted stone hanging around her neck.

When she got to the container, he was already inside waiting. He gave her no chance to complain; he literally grabbed her by the waist lifting her up onto the table wedging himself between her legs, his hand going straight for her pussy finding she was already damp.

She wanted to complain, but as his fingers probed her pouting inviting pussy, his tongue ravished her mouth.

Suddenly, her arms were around his neck and she ground her pussy on his fingers, squelching and squishing vulgarly as he raided her panties, "Next time leave the panties off," he commanded.

His hand left her to unzip and release his throbbing monster, using it as a tool, he rubbed it up and down her slit, crushing her clit, scouring it with the slippery head, back and forth up and down. Her arms held on tight until he ordered, "Put it in."

She couldn't believe she was going to do it, but she reached down between them, lifted up the fat bulbous shaft, pushed it against her gaping sloppy hole and guided it in, as he pushed in to the hilt. "Oh god," she moaned loudly as her arms wound around his neck and their mouths collided in the wanton kiss.

He didn't take his time he rammed in hard and fast, building a quick steady rhythm, his cock battering her poor defenceless pussy.

As he rammed and pounded her, she lifted her legs, coiling them around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Disgusted but aroused, she wanted as much of that big fat cock as she could get.

Their orgasms were close together, their bodies shuddering and trembling, Pipers head rolling crazily, her eyes shut tightly as he bellowed, "Arrrrrgggghhhh fuck, I'm coming, Jesus, Pip Darlin, I'm coming."

She bit her lip, stifling her own moans of complete surrender.

As they uncoupled, she looked down and watched as his slimy juice covered cock slipped out of her tunnel.

This became their routine, she hated that he had this power over her, but she couldn't say no. Every day they fucked like wildcats.

The good news was her business grew quickly. She rapidly found a growing crowd of loyal customers, mostly men, but even women were attracted by her chatty, easy-going nature. Her sales grew so quickly she could barely keep up. She couldn't believe the turnaround.

With her time at a premium and working all weekend she needed help. She asked Liam to help with her accounts one Sunday evening after dinner. As they sat side by side at the computer in his office Liam let out a, "Holy shit!" He was stunned at the figures, it was amazing how quickly she had built the business. He chuckled, "Hon, this is pretty special, imagine how much better you could do if you advertised."

She glanced proudly at him, "I wasn't sure if I should spend money on advertising?"

He nodded furiously, "Oh hell yeah, you need to be investing to get more growth."

Following his advice, she organised radio coverage, newspaper ads and it grew even faster.

Liam's firm finally managed to complete their latest acquisition and he finally got some time off. Their life changed, he was more relaxed and laid back. He was happy that he felt like he could breathe again, and their lovemaking quickly found it's legs and he was amazed at Piper's passion. Their lovemaking had never been this frenetic or passionate. They made love at least once every night and occasionally he managed twice.

He couldn't put his finger on it, but she was like a new woman, and things had changed. Their lovemaking never used to be that vocal, but suddenly, Piper was a screamer, yelling and encouraging him with language so filthy he blushed.

As he managed to get a handle on work, he started meeting her for lunch at the market, and it was one day after finishing lunch he walked aimlessly back to the office. As he walked through the market, he stumbled on a small office. The first thing he saw was, "FREE LEGAL ADVICE." As he looked into the window, he read the posters and notices. It was a free legal service, manned by local lawyers who offered free advice counsel.

As he looked in the window, a rather scruffily dressed young woman poked her head out. "Need some advice do you, Honey?"

He chuckled, "Yes I do. How much would you charge to represent me in court?"

Looking him up and down, taking in his attire she huffed derisively, "I think you can afford to pay for yours, don't you think?"

He pointed to the sign which read free legal advice. She huffed, "All right, come in and we can discuss your problem."

He walked inside. There was something about the woman, well, girl really, that intrigued him. The offices smelt of mould and dampness. "All right, sir, what can we do for you?" she asked.

He shrugged, "Are your services entirely free, or is it just advice?"

She frowned, "We cover all bases. Yes, we offer advice, but if you're in trouble and need representation we can do that, as well."

"Do you charge for representation?"

Shaking her head, she muttered, "Nope, it's completely free. I mean we accept donations, but depending on your circumstances, we do not charge. So... again, how can we help?"

He was stuck, he sat there in the rickety office chair with nowhere to hide. He decided honesty was the best policy. "Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to waste your time, I'm an attorney myself, I saw your sign and was curious, that's all."

She smiled. "So, you saw the sign and want to help?"

Stuck for an answer he mumbled, "Ummmm, no not really. I was just curious."

She shrugged. "That's a shame, we're snowed under at the moment, we could use a hand."

"How does it work?" he questioned.

With a cheeky little grin, she asked, "Would you like tea or coffee?"

He shook his head, and she continued. "We are mostly students trying to provide a service. There are hundreds of people needing help, most don't qualify for legal aid and there is a real need for this." She gave him a deadly stare. "How much do you charge?" she asked.

He chuckled. "I don't. I specialise in corporate law. I work for a company."

She sneered. "Oh.... corporate law, a sell-out, huh?" Her sneering glare cut through him like a knife.

There was such fire in her eyes, those deep piercing liquid almond eyes. He appraised her dress sense, scruffy jeans, Doc Martin boots and an untidy hoody. "So, what year are you?"

She hissed, "Third year."

Her bountiful breasts swelled with pride beneath her hoody. "How many of you are there?"

She shrugged. "Depends. Sometimes half a dozen, sometimes, like today, I'm on my own." Just then, a loud banging on the door announced the arrival of a client. A woman came in crying, her puffy eyes waterlogged. The young law student whose name he now knew to be Ariel ushered her in, sat her down and poured her a hot cup of tea. "Okay, what's your problem, Sweetheart?" Ariel asked.

The woman explained her problem in blubbering detail: she had been made redundant, couldn't find work and now the bank was threatening to foreclose. As Ariel was about to counsel the woman, Liam interrupted, "They can't do that unless they have given you fair notice and an opportunity to set up a payment scheme."

Ariel gazed at him, and as the woman began to question him directly, he quickly logged onto Ariel's computer and found the files he was searching for.

Ariel sat beside him, and he directed her to the specific documents. The woman pleaded, "Can you help me? Could you talk to the bank; they scare the hell out of me."

Liam pulled out his phone and dialled the bank. He was quickly transferred to the loans officer and as Liam went through the case, he mentioned that the woman had been given no opportunity to set up a payment schedule or contest their instructions.

Using his most forceful voice, he managed to set up a meeting for the next day at lunchtime.

Ariel watched and listened intently as he wound the loans officer into knots.

Afterwards, the woman ignored Ariel and jumped into his arms. "Thank you." Wiping away the tears she pleaded, "Will you be at the meeting tomorrow?"

He gazed at Ariel, who shrugged scoffing. "Hey, you set it up, I think you should be here."

He reluctantly agreed.

After the client left, Ariel leaned back in her chair. "You know, Hot-shot, I might have misjudged you, that was very nice, thanks for helping."

He leaned against the door. "Don't thank me, that's the most enjoyment I have had in a long time. It's the reason I studied law."

She frowned. "So what happened?"

He gave her a quick rundown, not his whole life story, but close. They talked for a while, and as he was leaving, he asked, "Will you be here tomorrow?"

She nodded and replied with that cheeky naughty grin. "Yes, you know what, I just might."

As Liam walked back to his office, he noticed there was a new lightness to his step, he felt proud, his head was held high. For the first time, he felt like he was doing what he always wanted to.

That night at home Piper was stunned to see Liam looking happy and bright. "What's put you in such a cheery mood?" she asked.

He grinned. "Today after leaving you, I stumbled into the free legal services office." She gave him a quizzical glance as he muttered, "It was amazing. I helped a young solo mum save her house. And you know what... I really enjoyed it."

Piper impressed, replied, "Wow, how long were you in there?"

"Just a half hour or so, but I did commit to going to a meeting with her bank tomorrow."

Stunned at his turnaround, she smiled. "Sweets, if it's something you want then you should do it, I know they're always on the lookout for help, I mean they're only students. Having you there to guide them would be pretty cool."

He couldn't help but feel chuffed with himself, and the thought of helping out really got his blood pumping. "Thinking about it, I think I would like to help them out a bit."

Over dinner Piper asked, "Will you be able to get time off work?"

He shook his head, "God no, they would have a fit if they found out. Unless they can make a dollar out of it, they don't want to know."

"Then how are you going to do it?"

He shrugged. "You work Saturdays and Sundays, so I figured I would just commit to the weekends."

Piper flinched. She felt guilty because they now never got weekends together at the moment, and coupled with her guilt over her affair with Vince, it just made her feel even worse.

She sighed with a fake smile. "That sounds like a marvellous idea, if you enjoyed it that much. I know it's what you wanted when you were younger, but you seem to love your job at the moment."

He grimaced at her remark about loving his job. He wished he had the guts to tell her the truth, but he couldn't. He didn't want to make her feel guilty about her giving up on work and focusing on her business.

She mumbled, "Looks like we will both be busy on weekends, but, Sweets, please don't overdo it. You seem to just be getting some wind under your wings."

In bed that night Piper again tried to wash away her guilt by making their night of passion something special. Vince, if nothing else, had opened her eyes to sex. Now she loved to vocalise with Liam, to verbalise her thoughts and use her words to power him on.

Liam perhaps might have been suspicious of her newfound desires and behaviour, except for the fact he was mentally exhausted. It didn't, however, stop him from enjoying their renewed sexual pleasures. Having Piper whisper, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard." In his ear was a powerful aphrodisiac. He loved the way she now cooed and moaned his name loudly as they made love.

The next day he turned up for the bank meeting. He met Ariel and his new client at the door. He wore his newest power suit. Ariel gave him a whistle as they met. "Wow, you scrub up alright for a corporate wowser."

She grinned as she spoke. He noted her attire, how she managed to look so sexy in just ordinary clothes stunned him. God, compared to Piper she looked like she walked off a hippy commune.

They hugged and he led them in. The loans officer looked shocked when he walked into the little cubicle. They all shook hands and Liam dived straight in. The poor guy looked completely flustered and ran off to get the branch manager.

When the manager walked in Liam stood, shook his hand with a very firm grip and finished the introductions. Even the Manager looked impressed. Again, Liam didn't wait, he dived directly into his practised speel and had them on the back foot right from the outset.

Within the hour, they left with their client smiling broadly. Out on the street she jumped into Liam arms and kissed him wildly, "Thank you so much. Oh my god, I am going to keep my home. I don't know what to say."

Ariel smirked, "I reckon it was the suit, they were dazzled."

Feeling much braver than he felt he joked, "No it was my amazing personality."

She snorted, "Yeah right, you keep telling yourself that."

Ariel and Liam walked away and he smiled, enjoying her company, "Would you like to stop for coffee somewhere?" Liam asked.

Ariel nodded. "Yeah, sounds good, but it will have to be your shout, I'm skint."

They found a small bistro, Liam ordered some food and drinks and led her over to a small table by the window. As they sat, he couldn't help but be intrigued by this sensuous young woman. She moved like a stalking cat, feline and graceful. She was skinny but still had those luscious curves.

Her wondrous eyes drew him in, they glistened and shone with a deep intensity. Her breasts, although not large, stood proud, her blouse exposing just enough flesh to hint at the cleavage.

She was a very attractive woman. He had to kick himself, she was less than twenty-five, for heaven's sake. She wouldn't be interested in him, even if he was interested in her.

As they sat, she asked, "All right, tell me again why you're working for those leeches?"

With a non-committed sigh he moaned, "Money, I guess. I left Uni with high hopes, but with pregnancy, a young child and then a sick wife I had to take what I could get. I fell into their sticky web, and now there's no escape."

"Bollocks to that!" she yelped, "Come on, I saw the look in your eye when you put them bastards in their place; you loved it."

"Yeah, but now I have commitments: my daughter who's not much younger than you is at Uni and we are covering her costs. I have commitments."

She croaked, "Wow, could you adopt me? My parents can't afford my tuition I am going to walk out with a debt that will take me thirty years to pay off."

He laughed. "Sorry, we can't afford another daughter, especially one with that much debt."

She scoffed, "That's not fair, I don't eat much."

At that point the waitress turned up with their food and drinks. Ariel dived into her lasagne with passionate vigour. Liam chuckled. "I thought you said you don't eat much?"

She peeked up with smiling eyes. "I guess I lied, maybe there's real hope for me as a lawyer after all."

Afterwards, they sat and chatted. "Liam, would you be interested in helping out on weekends occasionally? Watching you today just showed me how much we don't know. If I had turned up to that meeting by myself, she would have lost her house. We get people like that every day, but we're just students. We try hard, but well, somebody like you would be great to learn from."

He nodded. "Actually, I already decided that I would offer to help weekends. Piper works every weekend, anyway."

She squinted her eyes inquisitively. "Piper, from the crystal shop... she's your wife?"

He laughed. "Yep, sure is."

She laughed. "Wow you lucky bugger, she's a hottie. All the guys go down to her stall just to perv at her." She quickly realised she might have said too much, but the grin on his face soon put her at rest.

He agreed, "Yeah, she is an attractive woman, I understand their interest."

She sipped her coffee, "She doesn't seem like she would be your wife, I mean I go down and talk to her as well, I'm not gay but she could make me consider it."

Putting on his mock hurt expression he groaned, "What, you think I'm too old for her, am I that much of a fuddy duddy?"

She laughed, "No sorry that's not what I meant, you just seem so different. She's so open and you seem so rigid. I reckon in a strong breeze you would break rather than bend."

Liam went back to work with a smile a mile wide.

That night Piper greeted him with a kiss, "Well, well, well, you little charmer. You sure as hell have a big fan. Ariel came down to the stall this afternoon, and she was super impressed with you. I think she has the hots for you."

Shocked, he muttered, "I don't think so. Bloody hell, she's not much older than Rachel."

With a mock scowl, Piper remarked, "She might be young, but I am going to have to keep my eye on you working with her. She positively gushed about you."

"Well then, you better make sure you wear me out." He laughed. Piper flinched at his words. That day, Vince had been so rough she actually felt sore, her pussy throbbed. He had been brutal in his assault, pounding her pussy. At the time she was overcome by his power and the raw sexuality of it, his big hard cock hammering her, but afterwards... oh god it hurt, she felt tender, just walking back to her shop hurt like hell.

As cruel as it sounded, she had hoped Liam would be tired tonight, but his buoyant mood meant they were making love whether she liked it or not...

As they made love, Liam quickly noticed how uncomfortable Piper was. She didn't seem to be enjoying it at all, "Are you all right, Luv?" he asked. She squirmed a little, trying to hide the wince.

"Sorry, Sweets." She lied. "I'm a bit sore."

He jumped off her. "Why didn't you say so, Silly, we don't have to do this." He stared worriedly, "What's the problem?"

Fighting back the tears she cringed, "Not sure, I think I might have a yeast infection or something, I need to see the doctor."

Her tears of shame dripped onto his chest as she reached for his aching cock. She lowered her mouth over the throbbing shaft and sucked, her tongue swirling as she tried to make up for her treason. Up and down her head bobbed, his big hard cock probing her mouth, grazing her throat, 'OH GOD YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING SLUT.' She thought, "A CHEAP FUCKING SLUT.'

Luckily for her, Liam's mind was out of control, visions of Ariel sucking him off filled his mind and as he approached his come. He grabbed Piper's head and groaned loudly as spurt after spurt erupted into her sucking mouth.

The next couple of weekends flew by. Liam absolutely loved it, even with the place overflowing with clients and all the other volunteers seeking him out for advice he felt alive, triumphant, this is what he craved. This is what he wanted from his life.

He noted Ariel was never far away, watching intently, taking in everything he said. She hung off every word that flowed, she took notes and wrote out every case. As naive as he was, he sensed an attraction. What he couldn't figure out was it real, or was it him just projecting his desires on her?"