Lynn refills her water glass in the kitchen and goes back to the bedroom. She stands at the foot of the bed. The sheets are rumpled and pillows askew from her and Chris’s exertions. She feels so wicked.
While making up the bed, she notices a couple of wet spots. She doesn’t bother changing the sheets, that might make Mike suspicious. She leaves the damp ones in place. There’s time before Mike is due home, so she lays down for a short nap.
She awakes from her nap all refreshed. She sits on the bench at her vanity looking at her reflection in the mirror. She still has a lustful look. She admires her breasts, cups them, and rubs her nipples until they are erect. She runs one hand down her abdomen to the waistband of her panties.
She can’t believe she’s still this aroused. She examines her panty covered vulva and notices a couple of stains. She’ll have to change before Mike comes home.
She’s making herself presentable for her husband when she hears the garage door. Too late to change her panties. She looks at the clock. That was close, Chris left just over an hour ago. She smiles and takes off her robe.
Mike doesn’t see Lynn in the family room. Maybe she’s outside. He stops at the foot of the stairs.
“Honey, I’m home.”
“Up here, sweetie. In the sitting room.”
He looks around the bedroom. There’s the scent of candles and the bed is already turned down. Mike admires his wife sitting at her vanity wearing thin black bikini panties. He’s instantly aroused.
She looks at his reflection in the mirror, catches his eye and says, “Hi honey. You’re home early.” You just missed Chris. Chris. You know, the guy I sucked off at Macy’s. We had lunch and I invited him to our house to fuck him. He just left.
“I was at a meeting so I decided to come home and do some work here.”
“I guess there are some advantages to having a home PC.”
He gently massages his wife’s shoulders. He’s admiring her firm breasts reflected in the mirror and says, “You know I kind of like you having extra time on your hands.”
“I do too. I’m getting used to it.” She leans her head against his arm, “Mmm… that feels good.”
He kisses the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “You taste good. Nice and salty.”
“I was on the deck reading. Even in the shade, it was too hot. I meant to take a shower but you got home early.”
“I like tasting your sweat.”
“Since you like the taste, maybe’s it’s good I didn’t have time to shower.” In a more seductive voice, “You like coming home and finding me like this.” A statement, not a question.
“I do. You look sexy.”
“Keep watching me in the mirror.” She cups her breasts. “You like to watch me play with myself. You like to fantasize there is another man touching me. Maybe it’s Chuck, or Tommy, or Derek, or someone else.”
He tongues her ear. “I do fantasize another man is feeling you. At work, I was fantasizing about your friend playing with you.”
“Instead of ‘my friend', let’s call him Chris.”
“I was fantasizing that Chris was playing with you.”
“Look at the bed and tell me what else you fantasize?”
“You’re on the bed wearing your panties.”
“Anything else? Am I alone?”
“No. Your friend, I mean, Chris is in bed with you.”
“You must have had a rough time concentrating at work. What else?”
“When you told me you were meeting him for lunch, and teased about inviting him here, I fantasized it actually happened.”
“And what would happen when we got here? Would we make out in the family room, or would I invite him to our bedroom.”
“Our bedroom.”
“I’m having the same fantasy. Look at my hard nipples. When Chris was helping me the other day, he told me he could see my nipples.” She stands and puts her arms around her husband’s neck pressing her body tight against him. “You don’t have to work right now do you?”
“It can wait.”
She lies down on the bed and strikes a seductive pose.
“He would be standing watching me just like you are. I would say, ‘Would you like to see my pussy?’ Then I would lift my hips and take my panties off.”
“Not like that?”
“She slides one side off her hip. Like this?”
“No. I want you to tell me like it really happened. Just like the other night.”
“What a naughty husband. You want to hear my fantasy? Join me on the bed and I’ll tell you.”
Mike undresses and joins his wife. They embrace and passionately kiss. He loves the suppleness of her body. She is emanating heat, moaning and telling him how horny she is.
She lays on her back with a look of lust in her eye. He kisses her neck, relishing the salty taste. Lynn tongues his ear. “I have a good naughty fantasy. Tongue my salty body and I’ll tell you.”
She reaches her arms over her head. Mike kisses and tongues the slight stubble of her underarms.
“I wore the same outfit I did to pick up Chuck. Since I wasn’t going to model for him, I wanted to show him some skin. We had lunch at that restaurant near Gold’s. All through lunch, I gave him a show. He loves my tits. His fiancée doesn’t have big breasts like mine. And of course, you know he likes to feel them. While Chris was waiting for the check, I invited him to our house.”
“That must have made you hot.”
“I felt so naughty. I’ve never done anything like that.”
“Did you drive him here?”
“Like I did Chuck? No. That was different. When I picked Chuck up at the airport, I didn’t know what was going to happen. With Chris, I invited another man to have sex. He followed me here. I wanted to play a game. I parked in the garage and closed the door. He parked in the driveway and came to the front door.”
