Lara's Larceny - Sex Stories

Lara's Larceny

... speak to her, please?” ‘Why am I asking permission to speak to my own wife…?’ “I’m afraid not, at the moment, Darren. She is very busy, as I said. She cannot be interrupted. Is there anything you’d like me to pass on to her?” I stop for a moment. My anger feels very justified, but to whine about it over the phone, to this man simply feels wrong. I close my eyes and sigh, trying to articulate myself. “I was simply wondering where she was at this hour. I’m home and I haven’t heard a word from her all day.” “Yes, I hear you spend a lot of time there lately, Darren.” His voice is naturally cold, but that one accusation hits my heart with a frozen spike. ‘What has Lara been telling him...?’ “Excuse me?” Fairbanks clears his throat and I hear shuffling. There’s quiet for a moment, before he whispers a ‘shush’. “Did you just shush me, Mr. Fairbanks?” I cannot hide my indignation, my voice almost cracking with veiled fury. “What? No, no, I did not, Mr. Lions. Perhaps the line isn’t very clear.” “It seems clear, to me.” I can almost pump my fist in victory at being called Mr. Lions. “Anyway, Mr. Fairbanks, I’d just like to say that I’m not sure Lara should be working such long hours like this. She’s barely home and it can’t be good for her.” “We all do what we must, Darren.” He leaves his sentence there, hanging infuriating with that final disrespect. “What does that mean, exactly?” “Must I explain myself, Darren? I would say that your wife works the hours she does, because she feels ...

... it’s necessary. Money is often a problem for young couples who outstretch themselves.” ‘He wants to comment on our finances, as well as our marriage now, does he…?’ My fist squeezes around my phone so hard I don’t know how it doesn’t break. My whole body strains and I can hear the blood pumping hard in my ears. ‘Who does this arrogant cunt think he fucking is?!’ “Money is not a problem in our household, Mr. Fairbanks, thank you. We are perfectly secure as we are. I do not appreciate the suggestion otherwise.” He chuckles. He fucking chuckles. If I was angry before, now my whole body wants to spew vile curses in his face, before giving it a good, solid smack. “Oh if only that were true, Mr. Lions. Don’t worry, your wife informed me of your lack of employment. It cannot be easy on her to support the two of you right now. Things can easily turn desperate.” “We are not desperate.” My words are ground out slowly through barred teeth, my tone deliberately steady. This time, he actually gives a full, barking laugh. “Darren, please! You haven’t had a job in months. How could she support you, on her puny wage? You poor boy, you’ve no idea, have you?” His condescending, patronising tone is driving me to turn in tight, rapid circles. I’ve never been so angry in my life – I feel seconds away from tearing down to her office and giving his disgusting sneer a beating. “She begged me, Darren. She begged, on her knees, in my office, with tears streaming down her pretty face.” I feel numb. My ...