A New Day, A New You part 3 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 3

... hotness?” “She’s a bitch, always staring at me funny when I’m with Candice or making sure I can see into her room while she’s changing or playing with herself it’s aggravating,” I tell her stopping to look in her direction,” Did you know she considered me a ‘fun toy’ for her to play with?” “Really, well maybe you should find the time to do something about that, just not during the day time with the kids awake. Even the Mommies and Daddies learned that lesson,” Katy tells me with a grin before leaving me to my scrubbing. I’m done after about a half hour of work and decide on a shower before dinner. I dress in my room but find clothes are missing and Katy comes in without knocking to find me. “Hey Imelda’s loaded your shit in the SUV and is waiting, you need to get your shoes on and get out there now,” Katy tells me in a rush. I throw on my running shoes and hop into the SUV with Imelda who as soon as my belt is buckled starts backing out of the driveway. I know that all of Guy’s wives are so off limits that I can lose my fingers from talking about touching them in a way that could remotely be considered sexual but its Mrs. Imelda that makes sure I know she’d take the fingers herself. We sit in silence when I finally decide to talk after an hour on the road. “So do you know what Guy is bringing me in on,” I ask and she remains silent,” I mean I want to help out but I’m just curious what he’ll need me to do.” “He’ll probably need you to do everything he says and not ask ...

... questions,” she replies coldly. “Well yeah but…,” I start as she cuts me off. “Alright listen up Stuart because I’m going to say this once. Yes I with my sister wives and husband want to help you but I’m tired of all this fucking hand holding and hoping you feel better bullshit. Now we’re in MY world, MY husband’s world. There is a reason our children are kept safe and hidden from this shit. You do anything and I mean ANYTHING to jeopardize that and you won’t have to worry about what Guy will do,” Mrs. Imelda says with cold fury. “Yes Ma’am, I just want to….,” I try but she cuts me off. “You give me more fucking lip service and you’re going to be explaining to the doctors that you stabbed yourself in the gut and hurled your ass out of the SUV, are we clear,” She growls staring at me and not the traffic on the freeway. “Yes Mrs. Imelda,” I reply quietly afraid. I don’t know what I did to piss her off but I decide that a several hour drive to where I’m actually going to be working with no conversation is a great idea. Hell best idea I’ve had all day. Guy: That Evening If you’ve never eaten at a Steak and Ale restaurant I recommend it. The food and environment are upscale enough that you can feel like a person much richer than you are currently but still enjoy good simple food. I’ve been seated for about twenty minutes and have given my people more than enough time to help Mrs. Montgomery get ready for our dinner meeting when finally I see her at the front. I wager her height is about ...