1. The House Wife


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Lesbian, Author: catcat1070, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    My story starts at the beginning of last summer, when my husband Simon and I moved to a new town in Southern England, along with our two young sons, and into a newly built house on a brand new housing development. We are both the same age, approaching the end of our twenties, with the big ‘THREE-ZERO’ looming ever closer. We have been happily married since we were both aged twenty, and our two boys are now aged five and six. We are a couple very much in love with each other, and have a contented life. On the estate we had moved to, the next phase of houses around ours was still being built and other houses were still being finished. The sparse landscaping around our property left a lot to be desired, and in keeping with the surroundings, our own gardens still looked like a building site. SUNDAY. After a month of living in the new house we had finally settled in. Simon had started his new job as an associate at a local solicitors firm, and the boys were enjoying their new junior school. Simon earned enough money from his job, so I didn’t have to work while our boys were still young, but as a housewife I looked after the house and boys during the day. We had finally finished decorating the interior of the house, and it was exactly how we had wanted it to look. The exterior however was not at all as I had imagined. I decided that enough was enough, and that we were finally going to do something about the garden. It was a lovely summer’s weekend, and the perfect time to get out ...
    and look for something to make the garden look nice. I also wanted a safe place for our boys to be able play. After doing a little bit of online research we drove to the local nursery to get some ideas, and hopefully buy a few trees and plants to get us started. As we wondered through the seemingly endless rows in the veritable forest of trees and bushes we were approached by a young woman who asked us if she could help us at all. She appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen, very petite and very pretty. She was about 5’ 4” tall, with blue-grey eyes, and long light brown hair reaching down to the middle of her back. She wore what appeared to be the standard nursery uniform; dark green polo shirt, with the company logo emblazoned across the chest, along with matching shorts, both looked about two sizes too big for her. She had slender tanned legs, and on her feet she wore an old, scruffy pair of dirty pink and white trainers. It was a stiflingly hot summer’s afternoon; probably in the high eighties, and even with the oversized polo shirt I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. I was sure that if I had noticed this fact, then my husband would have as well, so as we followed the girl I led my two boys along, but also kept my eye on Simon, curious to see if I could catch him checking her out. As we walked around, looking at the various different plants I began to get the feeling that this girl was flirting with Simon. Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to be taking ...
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