1. The House Wife


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

    at me and smiled contently. I helped her hop down from the worktop and she collapsed to the floor beside me. We were both wasted, and we sat, wrapped in each others arms, gently stroking each others skin. After a few minutes the spell was broken by the abrupt sound of a mobile phone ringing. Becky jumped as though she had been stung by a bee, and scrambled to get at the phone in the pocket of her shorts. She answered it, listening to whoever it was that had phoned her, before she eventually stammered something into it in reply, saying that she had just stopped off to look at another job, and that she was on her way back. She hung up the call. “I’m so late!” she said, as she clumsily threw on her clothes. On very shaky legs I walked her to the front door, paying no attention whatsoever to the fact that I was nearly naked. She kissed me quickly on the lips, smiled, and said that she really had to hurry. “But,” she said, grinning, “I know where you live!” With that she ran out and quickly got into the van, started the noisy engine and reversed off the driveway. As I watched her drive off I wondered if what had just happened was real, or if it might have been some very sexy dream. My head was spinning, and all I could do ...
    straight afterwards was take a long, steaming hot shower, and try to clear my mind. I still felt incredibly sexy; so sexy that I could barely keep my fingers out of my pussy as the hot water cascaded over me, pounding against my skin. I had to masturbate several times just to relax myself, the entire time recalling in my mind what had happened. I was tense for the remainder of the afternoon, as I pottered around the house, waiting until it was time to collect the kids. Later that afternoon Simon arrived home from work, and it was as if we were back to normal. I remained a little uptight for the rest of the evening, but Simon didn’t seem to notice anything untoward. Early on Wednesday morning, the garden centre crew arrived as arranged, and expertly planted all of our trees and shrubs. Becky wasn’t with them. I have been fantasising about Becky ever since and cannot get her, or what we did on that amazing day out of my mind. On several occasions, whilst alone at home, I have dialled the number of the garden centre, only to run out of courage and hang up before anyone answered. One afternoon I even drove over to the nursery, but left without ever getting out of my car. Maybe one day I will have the courage to see her again.
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