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Megan’s Transformation Into A Hotwife - Part 3

Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: Anal, Author: Kee4Fun, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

by him. I was wild with an overwhelming hunger to have him again—a desire that I was trying to restrain, both for George’s benefit, and for my own sanity. To make it even harder to bear, he was sending me several texts every day: “Are u stayin wet for me? Can u feel me deep in you? Is your ass ready? I love your BJ’s. You need more marks. M-bate 4 me!” They went on and on, teasing, prodding me, messing with my mind. I tried to not read them, but could not help myself. It felt so good to be so wanted. Thankfully, George went to play golf with his friends, and I went to the mall to find just the right thing to wear tomorrow night. I went through everything: lingerie, shorts and top sets, party/club wear; nothing struck me as giving just the right visual impact. As I was walking through swim-wear, I saw a sheer, white, gauzy beach cover-up. It was about mini-skirt length, blousy, short sleeves, with a scoop neck. It was perfect! With nothing on underneath, it would reveal and hide my body as I moved. Mission accomplished. I arrived home with time to assemble and cook my meatballs, and put the finishing touches on my homemade spaghetti sauce. Tomorrow, I would make the pasta—a simple dinner for Wednesday, made with love... for whom? That was the question. That night and Wednesday morning, George and I had sex—they were variations on the theme of getting me ready for Derreck. Even though it had only been four long days, I was thrilled that Wednesday had finally arrived. I know ... George was also excited. I still could not fathom what motivated him, but I no longer cared. My road was set. The day dragged. I cleaned and re-cleaned everything; set the table, using our best china; went through all our CD’s to find just the right music. I tried to take a nap; that was fruitless. Finally, it was time to get ready: first a long, soaking bath; followed by my best body lotion; hair worn down, with some curl added. I settled on a pair of plain, black sandals, and my new top, and wore the same red lip gloss as before. When I came out of the bedroom, George said, “My God, Meg! You are the most beautiful, sexy woman I have ever seen! He might just cum in his pants from the sight of you.” “Thank you, Sweetie. You really are a sweetheart. I hope you enjoy tonight as much as I am going to.” Before he could say anything further, the doorbell rang. I motioned to him to stay in the living room and went to the door. After a deep breath, I opened the door with a smile on my face. There he was, in a beautiful charcoal pin-stripe suit, with a bottle of wine in one hand, flowers in the other. I thought I would melt into the floor. “Hey, Megan! Wow, hotter than I remember, and I thought that was incredible.” “The flowers are beautiful, and thanks for the wine. It will be perfect for dinner. Let me take them.” I quickly took the wine and flowers, putting them on the entry table, and almost bounced into his out-stretched arms. We locked in an intense kiss as he held me up, both my ...