IN GARETH AND LISA EVERDEEN'S HOUSE
Carter pulled the door angrily, and he made a loud angry growl when he realised that Anisha had locked him inside. He dashed for the stairs, where he met Lisa also coming down.
"She escaped!" he hissed in great anger.
Lisa looked at him, her eyes full of lust. Carter could not believe it. He had expected the woman to lash viciously at her. The man told himself he was dreaming. Lisa kept coming forward, and Carter retreated back to the lounge. Lisa followed him.
"Oh Gareth, Gareth please come to me," Lisa said in the most seductive tone ever.
"What! I am not Gareth!" Carter hissed in anger.
"Carter, my love," Lisa laughed.
She was wearing a nightdress which had strings which held on to her shoulders. Each string was fastened by a beautiful bow, one of which Lisa slowly undid, and let her night dress fall off, exposing her shoulder and part of her breast. Carter looked on, and he felt disgusted. He had never looked at Lisa in such a way. He did not want her. He wanted nothing to do with some old, married woman. He began to wonder to himself, could it be that Lisa had fallen in love with him, and was happy that Anisha was gone?
But Carter and Lisa hardly knew each other. They just met when that man, whose name they did not know, called them together for a meeting and gave them details of the plan. Carter did not think it possible that, in such a short period, Lisa had fallen in love with him?
Lisa progressed with her advances, undoing the remaining bow, before she let the nightdress fall. The little dress slid down and sat on her large hips. With her breasts fully exposed, Lisa went closer to Cater and tried to hold him.
"Don't do this!" Carter screamed.
"Why not? You want it as much as I. Carter please!" the woman moaned in a seriously seductive voice.
Carter looked at her. No. No; he did not want her. His heart belonged to Anisha; at least that was what he had always made himself believe. This woman…she was not that beautiful. She was way older than him but…..well, she pulled the nightdress off her hips, and she stood in her panties only. Carter looked at her from head to toe and said,
"I cannot do this. You are a married woman."
The woman threw herself forcefully on him, and they both fell on the couch, with Carter beneath the woman. He did not like it. He did not like it at all.
"Are you drunk?" he asked in shock.
He was going to ask another question but the woman sealed his lips in a passionate kiss. The woman was surely a great kisser. One of a kind; Carter told himself that. Although he always told himself that Anisha was the woman he truly loved, Carter had been with several ladies before. He had thought some of them were great kissers; but that was only until Lisa kissed him. None of his girls could have done it half as good as Lisa did.
The woman pulled his arm and placed it on her body, urging Carter to touch her even more. Carter was beginning to be unsure. Should he? Could he? He struggled beneath Lisa's large frame, but Lisa kept him in place. He used all his might to push her off, and she fell on her back, on the carpet. Carter felt sorry for her, for she seemed to be in pain.
"Are you drunk?" he asked again.
Lisa did not respond. She got on all fours and struggled to stand up. She held onto the couch and slowly stood up. Without saying anything, she hugged on to Carter's legs, and pulled him down. She did it so fast that carter had no time to escape, so he found himself on the couch again. Lisa would not give the man a break, she kissed him passionately. Without recognizing it, Carter began to kiss her back. This woman…her skin was very soft and she smelt sweet. She must have worn a fruity perfume, it really smelt beautiful.
Carter held Lisa and brought her closer to him. With his other hand, he unbuckled his belt, pulled it out and threw it away. He struggled to at least free himself from her; for she was coming too close. Standing on wobbly feet he pulled down his trousers and once it was down, he kicked it off with his feet. He tried to lift Lisa but she had quite some weight. Lisa, seeing that Carter was failing to lift her up, made it easy for the man, for she gently pushed herself up the couch and lay there invitingly for the man.
***
At that same moment, the owner of a detergent making company was driving happily towards his home. He had just sealed a deal, and his company was about to make a profit like never before. Seated in the seat next to him was his Operations Manager.
"Right, so let's do this; we will drive to my home, and you leave me there. You can proceed to your home with my car. Use it until yours if fixed.", the man smiled brightly.
The operations manager could not believe it! Gareth! Gareth was well known for having excess love for his two vehicles. Too much love. He had never offered his car to anyone; yet here he was, offering his car.
"You're offering me your car? You want me to use your car? Well, this is new." The operations manager could not hide his shock.
"You and the marketing manager did a great job. You helped us seal that deal. Wow, your presentation was on point. It was too good. You really put in your all into it.!" Gareth smiled warmly.
"I did not sleep for the last five or six nights", the operations manager chimed in happily. "Yesterday when I presented it to our team, I took all the corrections and I worked on it until around 4AM".
"Man, you're getting yourself a bonus." Gareth promised the operations manager.
The car slowed down as it neared the house.
"Seems like we have guests," Gareth said in a low voice.
"Not ordinary guests! Look; isn't that a Mercedes Benz Maybach Exelero! Oh! You do have rich friends! Who on earth is visiting you?" the operations manager, as soon as Gareth stopped the car, quickly opened the door, jumped out and, like a little boy, ran towards the Maybach.
"What on earth! Who drives this!? Hmm, Gareth?" he ran his fingers on the car and acted like he was going to kiss it.
"I also have no idea," Gareth walked slowly towards the posh car.
"Didn't you tell me that your sister…you said your cousin is dating the de Milo son, didn't you?"
"Oh yes! That explains it. I believe the de Milos have visited us today!" Gareth smiled with a bit of anxiety.
"And your wife didn't tell you? She should have told you about this." The operations manager continued to move around the car, admiring it.
"I think it was a surprise visit. Lisa didn't want to disturb my meeting. Anyway, let's go inside. Just say hello to the de Milos before you proceed. You never know, you might need some help next time," Gareth laughed.
"Definitely. I wouldn't miss meeting a de Milo for anything in the world. Now that your cousin is dating that guy, make sure they get married. And make sure we become the sole suppliers of cleaning detergents for the whole of de Milo Group of Hospitals." The operations manager laughed heartily.
"Say no to nepotism!" Gareth laughed and reached to open the door.
Keys? Why are there keys outside the door? He assumed that Lisa had forgotten them there, and he swiftly unlocked the door and pushed it open.
He had hardly taken two steps in when a ghastly sight flashed in front of his eyes. What? Lisa? Lisa making love to…to who? To the de Milo boy? No, it could not be! Who…what….why….how?
The operations manager, who was standing behind Gareth, also saw the embarrassing sight and his mouth dropped open in shock.
The two people on the couch, totally unaware of the four eyes on them, continued in their heated sessions, making lewd noises and getting it on like no man's business. The woman wriggled her body in massive twists, snaking her legs lustily around the man. Although the man looked like he was drowning in the woman's large frame, he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself too.
Gareth told himself it had to be a dream. It just had to be a dream. A bad one. A nightmare. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. He shut them tight, blinked several times and looked again. He quickly shut his eyes tight. He wanted the scene to be gone. He wanted it to be a dream. He wanted to open his eyes and see his lovely wife Lisa, sitting with their two sons. And he wanted to take her in his arms and announce the great news; to tell her that they won the tender! He wanted to be in her arms and tell her about the nightmare that he had; a nightmare in which he saw her making love to another man…and he wanted to hear her loud laughter echoing throughout the house, as she said in her high pitched voice, "me? never! I would never cheat on you, Gareth!"
He wanted the dream to end. He wanted to un-see what he had seen; to backspace, to erase, to delete it all, to cut and to drag it into the bin. He wanted to follow it to the bin and empty the recycle bin too, for he never wanted to see that dream again. He never wanted to imagine it again; not even to recall it. What a bad dream! What a nasty nightmare! Gareth rubbed his temples a bit too roughly, such that he felt the pain. He gathered all the courage he could master, and opened his eyes.
No. It was not a dream. It was not a nightmare. It was happening. The lusty movements. The dirty noises. The woman…his woman…and the man whose identity he was not aware of. And what's worse, his operations manager was seeing it all.
In her passionate moves, the woman threw her head and jerked it backwards, mourning in enormous pleasure. She snapped open her eyes and met Gareth's.
"Gareth!" she screamed at a very loud volume. The man immediately stopped. Lisa threw him off, and he quickly used his hands to cover his nakedness.