His Personal Maid ✔

CHAPTER 40- INFIDELITY

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"Oh god... oh yeah," Brie moaned from ecstasy as Mr. Benson thrust himself into her core repeatedly and fast-paced with her back against the glass wall of the shower cubicle and her legs wrapped around him.

This was what she wanted. This was what she had been craving for, for several weeks and now she was getting it. In the shower; one of their favourite places to get it on.

He pinned her hands at either sides of her head as he thrust in and out of her with low grunts as the water rained down on his back.

Brie threw her head back, tightening the grip around his waist as he continued to wildly plunge into her being.

Suddenly, to Brie and Mr. Benson's surprise, the questioning sound of Mrs. Benson's voice had penetrated the door of the bathroom, as she called out his name.

Alarm had replaced the passion that had been filled in Mr. Benson's eyes a second ago as he hurriedly detached himself from a shocked Brie who now nearly lost her balance from the unprepared detachment, after being held in mid-air for so long.

He immediately gaped at Brie and half-whispered with rage, "You said she left!"

Brie nodded frantically, "Yes, I saw her leave. I don't know..." She trailed off when Mr. Benson immediately turned away from her in anger as he covered his mouth with both hands with only one thing running through his mind;

He was screwed.

Mrs. Benson walked into the room and realized that the shower had been running, and asked, "Taking a shower?"

She heard him reply, "Yes," then he asked, "About to leave?"

"Yes, but I forgot my phone." She walked over to her side of the bed, opened the drawer and grabbed her phone. Then she announced after pressing a couple of buttons on it, "Wait, let me show you something."

"Coming in here?" He immediately asked as she began to walk towards the bathroom and she replied,

"Mmhmm."

Mr. Benson silently panicked whilst Brie had frozen in utmost shock.

Was this really it? Was Mrs. Benson finally going to find out about her husband's infidelity with her? Had she even prepared for this day?

But before Mrs. Benson could even make her final four steps to the bathroom door, Mr. Benson suddenly walked out of it, olive green towel wrapped around his waist and water running down his jet black hair.

Mrs. Benson asked surprisedly, "Oh, done already?"

"I was in there for long. Show me." He nodded at her phone, praying she wouldn't develop an ounce of suspicion.

She stood beside him and showed him a picture of a gold necklace, then another of a diamond one. "I still haven't made up my mind yet. D'you think she'll like the gold one or the diamond?"

Mr. Benson had only tried to minimize the rate at which his pulse had been accelerating, but it seemed as though luck wasn't on his side because, as his wife awaited his take on it, he had lifted his head up from her phone. Lying right beneath his bedside table was Brie's crumpled uniform.