1. Sleep of the Guilty


    Date: 2/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: marlowe, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    tell Jimmy that the voice you heard inside the car was female. I’ll tell him that I met a friend and we went clubbing together. Don’t worry... I’m a very good liar,” she smiled, an outstretched hand with a cigarette breaking his concentration. He pulled on his cigarette, the anguish and uncertainty joining the miasma of nicotine inside his lungs, a smile and a nodding head blowing away the clouds of uncertainty. “I think that’s a reasonable explanation,” he answered. “But will it convince Jimmy?” he muttered, coughing into his hand. She smiled at his nervousness and casually flicked her cigarette ash out the window, her voice and demeanour growing in confidence. “And don’t forget you’re supposed to have been in the boot of the car for about seven hours, so when Jimmy eventually lets you out you’ll have to give an Oscar winning performance.” She held his hand and looked into his confused eyes. “If we both stick to the story, Jimmy will never find out,” she said, with the conviction of a barrister. Removing a compact mirror from a bag and tracing a finger over an eyebrow, the reflection throwing back an image of a defiant and scornful woman, a petulant sigh forcing its way between tight lips, “Fucking arsehole,” she uttered. He closed his eyes and stretched his legs as far as they would go. There was a long silence before he heard Sandra’s voice. “It’s only just turned midnight, Mark…The nightclubs don’t close until two in the morning... So we can’t go home too soon?” As he ...
    waited patiently through another agonising pause the aroma of perfume and the warmth of her breath blowing soft kisses over his neck and an eager hand squeezing his sleeping monster made him jump nervously in the seat. “CHRIST! Sandra,” he barked. “What the fucks happening… And where’s your blouse and bra?” he asked, shuffling nervously on the seat and lowering his voice slightly. “I thought any issues I had with Jimmy were resolved and now you’re half naked and you’ve got your hand on my…” “Cock,” she answered for him, lowering her hands and flicking up the hem of her skirt in a flirtatious gesture, the dark bush easily visible against the smooth white flesh of her thighs. “I’m not wearing any panties either,” she offered, with mocking tease. “There in my bag,” she said, rather matter-of-fact. “And they can stay there until I’ve finished with you.” Shifting her weight on the seat and leaning over, peppering warm kisses over the soft skin of his neck, a confident whisper sweeping away caution. “Remember what I said. Life sometimes demands that we take risks.” The kiss was warm and passionate, the pulse of her lips marking a warm wet trail from his ears and across his forehead, kissing his eyes and his nose, spilling hot air into his mouth, pressing her breasts against his chest letting him feel the softness and the weight, letting him feel the emerging heat of passion, the growing arousal of a wanting woman. Pulses throbbed and heart beats raced, heads swimming in a sea of ...
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