1. The Cable Guy - Part 1


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: Crazy_Girl, Rating: 33, Source: LushStories

    much too young for me to be thinking this way. You smell so good though and you are not disguising your perusal of me. I am only 5’4” tall having to look up at you as you step in the door at my request. Taking your time, I can feel your eyes take it all in and suddenly I am so happy to have on a dress that shows my cleavage just the way I like. I can’t deny that I am enjoying the attention and even sway in my dress as you enter. Looking up I can see a slight grin come across your face as I step into the foyer. I have long red hair, green eyes and as I said, for my age I have a fit and tone body that I work very hard to keep in shape. Even with heels on I barely meet your shoulder. I smile brightly at the positive effect I seem to have on you. This is just what I needed after being ignored for so long. It reminds me that there are men out there who appreciate a woman who takes care of herself. "Is that him? Bring him in here!" my husband shouts from the other room. I can hear him calling so looking over my shoulder I ask you to follow me into the living room. I can feel the extra bounce in my step knowing you are behind me watching as I walk. We reach the living room and there sits my husband ready to pounce. He has been fuming about this cable all week and I feel so embarrassed that you will have to listen to the ranting as my husband unloads. He doesn’t move to get off the sofa when we walk in. “What a lazy ass!” I think to myself. Then I hear the deep voice behind me and ...
    turn as you say, "Hello sir, don't get up, I will have you all ready to go in no time." You are speaking to my husband, but looking directly at me the entire time. My husband, in his most annoyed voice says, "Hurry up! The game is starting soon and l…" blah blah he goes on and on and you don’t give him a second glance as you move over beside the TV allowing him to continue his rant as you assess the situation. I see you fighting back a grin and then looking over at me. "How long has this been a problem?" you say, ignoring my husband and directing the question to me. "Um, all week," I say quietly as my husband rattles on in the background, "and he hasn't stopped complaining since it started.” I giggle, then go on, “Do you know how to fix it?" I give you a big smile as you start speaking what is equivalent to a foreign language to me. I don't typically get involved in such things, but it would take a major act to pry me out of this room right now. So I nod my head and let you tell me all of the technical ways you will fix the cable all the while not understanding a thing you have to say. My eyes begin to wander over your body and I am daydreaming about all of the ways I’d like to distract you from your work. I think you’ve noticed that I am not catching on to what you’re saying. Suddenly in a little stronger tone you say, “Ma’m? I think your husband is talking to you now.” Shaking my head and feeling quite embarrassed, I turn to him asking him to repeat what he said. “Honey, I am ...
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