by Moa Vaughn
I listened intently and held my own breathing. Fear of being caught nested in my vein, yet fascination crawled up close to my heart. What if Steve was not even in her room and either of them had caught me in such condescending position? I contemplated getting up and moving away as the anxiety built up in me. My breathing was released now, but it was still lowered to the barest minimum. Just as I blinked my eyes, I saw Lucy's legs come into view.
Their milk fair color perfectly accentuated their slim shape and contrasted well with the dark floor. She stopped right in front of her bed, and I realized that she was just wearing her dress... or taking them off. And she rested her bum on the bed and was looking straight at me. My legs turned cold and froze to the floor. I was unable to move or breathe. I had been caught. But she took no action that hinted that she saw me, so I was confused. I saw her eyes staring in my direction, and I could swear she could see me... but she was not even looking at me. Then I realized the dark passage had shadowed my frame and while I could see her well-lightened room, she could not see me, unless she looked purposely to find me. But she did not know I was there. Her eyes were a planet away... so distant. Her facial expression was inexplicable.
"Oh Steve, you are driving me crazy." She said. I heard her correctly... I was sure, and my heart sank.
I stood up, browbeaten and went to my own room. I forced myself to cry, but I just wouldn't. The tears wouldn't come. Instead, I began to feel a sensation creeping up my veins and down my spine, settling into a moistness in-between my legs. Was I getting turned on by this? Watching my own husband cheat on me with another woman who lived in the same house as we did?
And just then, I heard loud moans coming from that room. I knew that I should have gone into the room to confront them, but instead, I was filled with curiosity. I walked slowly toward the room once more. I was more confident this time and looked into the open door. It was the most exasperating sight I had ever seen. There was Lucy, with one leg on the bed, naked as the day she was born; getting her hairy pussy pounded by the long erected manhood of the man she called Steve. A part of me started to pray that he was not my husband. But even if I could not see his face, I knew it was him.
Steve stood solidly behind her, holding her waist, and she only looked back occasionally… maybe when he hit something deep inside her. With the way she screamed, I imagined she was in heaven, and even if she stared right at me, she wouldn't see me. The clasping sound as their skins touched sent shivers down my spine and weakened my legs. I found myself getting excited as my anger quelled.
I touched myself and played with my own feminine features as I watched the action that unfolded inside that room. When I heard Steve's groan, I also released my own liquid all over my panties. I rested for a few seconds and ran back to my own room to change into new clothes.
When I returned that day, I acted like it was all normal and nothing had happened. I knew that I could try out my fantasies with Morris now. My conscience wouldn’t prick me because I had caught Steve cheating. That night, as Steve slept deeply beside me, thoughts of him and Lucy filled my head and my adventures with Morris to come. I was brimming with horniness that I had never felt before. I gently moved my right hand to my breasts and started to fondle them through the light fabric of my nightgown.
I lifted my knees and allowed the hem of my gown fall down my laps till it nearly reached my groin. My left hand began to trace its way to my thighs and work all the way up till I could feel my soaked panties. I gently and rhythmically started to rub my pussy lips through my cotton panties and tried hard to muffle my moans. My eyes were closed, and my lips parted as I whispered sweet words to myself. I imagined it was Morris saying those words and soon I could feel my excitement begin to heighten. My lips formed an O when I finally dipped my fingers into the elastic band, and I could feel the friction of my growing pubic hairs while my middle finger touched the tip of my honey pot.
I slid my finger down further till it brushed past my clit, giving me the most heavenly sensation. As I rubbed my pussy and fondled my nipples, my moans started to get louder and louder while my hip jerked faster. I soon felt my body begin to pump. My nectar juices splashed on my fingers, drenching my pink panties as my pussy convulsed in an exhilarating climax. Consequently, I was quickly taken by the tender arms of sleep... and dreams of bliss.
CHAPTER 5
Since I caught my husband cheating on me, I started watching him. But it was not in the way that every suspicious wife watches her husband. I wanted him to make love to Lucy Hanson again so that I could watch and give myself the most intense orgasm. I stayed awake at night, pretending to be asleep, but there was nothing. He always slept like a baby beside me. I made it a point to always inform everyone of when I would be going out so that they could make their plans for when I would not be around. Each time, I forgot something on purpose, just so that I could go back home and catch them going at it one more time.
During all these, I kept my eyes on Morris. I was sure that he had started noticing how my gaze followed him everywhere he went. I started talking naughty to him to make him want me. Who knows, he might even make the first move; I thought. It was starting to seem like it would not work, but I had to keep on trying. I needed an intense climax so bad, and I knew that only my new addiction could give me that. I had become more of a freak than I would have thought was humanly possible ten years ago.
When I realized that Steve and Lucy weren’t giving me a show anymore, I decided to step things up a notch, at least until my plans to get Morris would come to fruition. I snuck out at night, slow and stealthily. I walked toward Lucy and Morris’ room and listened for any sounds. There was none. Disappointed, I went back to my own room and slept for the night.
I continued this for three nights, and then it came. I heard the soft moan of Lucy escaping through the doors. Her voice was now a fond tune in my mind, as I always thought about the day I caught her and Steve. I listened as she moaned and whispered inaudible sweet words to her husband. I couldn't see them, but the sounds were satisfying enough to get me hot and very horny. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went back to my room and tapped Steve on his shoulders as I lay beside him on the bed. His eyes came open, and he looked at me, quite confused. And then I planted a kiss on his lips. He responded quickly.
I cuddled him like a child, transferring his heat into my own system and enjoying the hardness of his body. He rubbed his hand down my back, pressing hard at my flesh like a massage. I liked the feel of his hand on me. I sighed in pleasure, urging him to continue. He held me by my arm and pushed me back a bit. I feared he was about to break it off, but he only created enough space for him to plant a kiss on my lips. I melted in the taste of his mouth and responded with alacrity. I could smell our love soaring in the air, and filling the atmosphere with its unique fragrance. I bit his lip gently before twisting my tongue around his briefly, then allowing him to retake control. While we kissed, he continued rubbing his hand up and down my back.
I traced my hand down his chest through his belly and held his cock. It was hard already. Melody to my ears!
I heard him groan in my mouth as I squeezed the tip, obviously sending a sensation up his spine. He took his hand to my breast and caressed it through my nightgown. The flimsy material felt good on my naked flesh beneath it, as it was rubbed by the masculine hands of my husband. In the blink of an eye, my nightgown was over my head and thrown to the floor, leaving me in just my panties.
Steve sucked on my hard nipples while I moaned in pleasure. It was always a delight to have his moist and hot tongue hovering over my areolas. I felt the cries of joy from within my soul. Nothing was going to spoil my fun for the night. I was going to fuck this man so well this night; he would forget to go to work the next day. While I enjoyed the sensations he was giving me up there, I suddenly felt his hand go underneath my cotton panties and brush against my soft trimmed pubic hair till it grazed my clit. Oh, God! It felt so heavenly. I gasped below my breath, forgetting everything I k
new. I regained my memory when he slid a finger into me.
'Oooooh,' I moaned in affirmation of the fact that he had done something right. He moved his finger in zigzag rhythmically in my pussy while I tried hard not to faint from excitement.
CHAPTER 6
My plan for Morris was finally ready to be executed. There was a garden outside the house that we always took turns in taking care of when the kids were not home. We had a timetable for Saturdays and usually rotated who worked each day. I had waited for weeks for Morris and me to finally fall on the same day, and it was finally the day.
Steve and Lucy had gone shopping for groceries and some other household items. That lovely Saturday morning, while the birds chirped and the sun had just begun to shine, Morris and I worked in the garden outside. While I trimmed the flowers, Morris planted seeds and put fertilizer on the ground. I quickly finished my work so that I won't miss the glorious opportunity.
"Need some help over there?" I said, not really interested in his answer. I just wanted him to know that I was coming over.
"Err... No, I got this." He said.
I wore a short free light blue skirt that did very little to cover my laps. I knew he liked my thighs very much from the intermittent glances he threw at them. I walked over to where he was planting and took some seeds. He just looked at me and said nothing. If only he knew what I had planned down for him.
I went right in front of him and bent down to plant the seeds. I knew my skirt had gone up and he could at least see the bottom of my butt cheeks, held tightly by my white panties.
Even if we were outdoors, I could hear his breathing stop. I moved further forward and continued to plant, tormenting him on purpose. The wind blew and lifted the hem of my skirt, and I could hear him gulp. I knew my fair smooth ass cheeks were a sight to behold. He could only imagine touching them, squeezing them, spraying his thick cum all over them. I felt his eyes on me.
Just as I turned back, he looked away like a shy child who had been caught staring at a girl he had a crush on. I smiled at him and quickly asked for more seeds.
"I want your seeds. Give me your seed" I told him teasingly.
He dipped his hand in the bowl and walked up to me, partly bending, refusing to stand straight up. I knew he was trying to hide his bulging crotch. He quickly dropped the seeds in my palm and started to head back.
"Do you want to splatter your seeds all over me?" I asked with a smirk.
He gave me a puzzled look... Almost like he was catching on to what I was doing.
"Err... No. Sorry." He said.
I was just beginning. I was going to make him beg.
After we were done, I decided to wash my hands, and an idea hit me out of the blue.
"Hey... Morris, could you come pour some of this water on my hands? I don't want to stain the container, and since you have already washed your hands, it's best you help me." I told him.
He reasoned with me and came over.
As he stood in front of me, I stretched out my hand and bent down a bit. He began to pour the water. I bent down even more, allowing my T-shirt to drop, revealing my braless breasts to him. I could feel his eyes all over my boobs.
He just kept on pouring the water even after my hands were well washed. The water got finished and he was still pouring, his eyes transfixed at the sight in front of him.
"Morris," I called out to him after we had finished in the garden. We both needed to have our bath next after such sweaty…hard… work. "Could I use your shower? I think ours is broken. It isn't spraying water the way I like it," I said.
"Err… Of course; just be quick; you know Lucy would soon be home. I don't want her getting the wrong ideas."
"Sure," I said.
I stepped into Morris and Lucy's room and took off my T-shirt, allowing it fall on the floor right underneath my frame. I moved towards the bathroom, taking off my skirt and letting it fall off too. Then, right at the entrance of the bathroom, I took off my panties, forming a trail with the other pieces of clothing. I turned on the shower and basked in the coolness of the water cascading like the lustful springs in Amazon forests. I let the water slowly wash my off the dirt on my skin... If only it could wash off the ones in my mind because what I was about to do to this man was just so naughty.
Even with the water pouring over my head, I heard the door click and push open. My heart skipped. I could sense Morris taking in the view of the trail I had left for him. My legs quaked and shook like some underground bombs were going off. They shook like leaves in a windy garden. I had purposely left a crack in the door, not closing it fully, and prayed for the god of seduction to answer my prayers. He did.
The room had two windows. One was directly opposite the bathroom door and the other closely on its right side. I had slid the one on the right open in the hope that the breeze coming through might do its magic.
And oh... how it felt like magic when I heard the first creaking sound. The door joyously cranked open as the wind blew and relaxed back after a while. This was going to be fun, I thought. As the jets of water hit my skin, goose bumps began to form in anticipation. I crossed both hands on my neck in a self-hug and slowly ran them down, brushing ever so gently on my nipples. A shudder ran through my veins and rested deep in my honey pot.
CHAPTER 7
I turned off the shower and walked toward the bathtub, sat on the side and closed my eyes. I kept my knees closed, only playing with my breasts and running my hands down the length of my body as I toweled off. The moans naturally started to escape my lips, amplified by the coolness of the bathroom. I stretched my hands and took a bottle of olive oil, dropped sizeable spurts on my palms and rubbed them together.
The door creaked open again, and I saw Morris sitting on the bed from the corner of my eye. I hoped he was seeing me. I gently began to rub the oil on my arms and then my neck, down to my ample breasts. I cupped them, massaging the twins in the softness of my palms, and then I closed my eyes to savor the moment and also give Morris the chance to look.
I opened my eyes, making sure not to look directly at the door. I stared into oblivion but took a peek from one side of my eye and discovered that Morris had moved his position. He was now directly in front of me, still on the bed, but now looking away like nothing was going on. I giggled in my mind, almost chortling outward, but I knew I had to hold that.
I closed my eyes again, and ran my hands down my sides, letting my breasts come into full view before I packed them again from below, running my fingers about the nipples and slightly pinching my tips. I let out an involuntary moan. It was quite loud. I was sure he heard that.
I could feel him get up from the bed now. His shadow no longer peered in through the half-open door. I was wondering where he went when I felt him return. He was back, right at the same position. I was curious. I wanted to know what he was doing. Why did he leave before?
Stylishly, I looked away and cracked my eyes open one more time just to catch a glimpse of him. What I saw almost made me squeak in amusement. There was Morris, with a small face mirror, sitting on a plastic chair backing me. He was checking his beards. Really; checking his beards?
It was too much for me already. I wanted to tease him a bit more. I knew he was watching me, so I parted my legs and ran my oil down into my thighs. As I caressed my thighs, I spread my legs farther... allowing my shaved pussy come into full view. I suddenly heard a smashing sound. Something had broken... I got the urge to open my eyes, but I did not. I knew what it was. The mirror had fallen from his hand.
Just a few seconds later, I heard the door open and close once more. I opened my eyes and discovered Morris was no longer in the room. A chuckle escaped my lips; but just then I heard the sound of my husband’s car. He was back. I immediately finished up and rushed out of the room in a towel, picking my clothes from the ground as I left.
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The weekend moved quickly, and Morris and I acted like nothing had happened. I knew that he totally knew what I was up to. It was Mond
ay, and everybody was out of the house except me. I had to find a job to keep me busy really soon; I thought as I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my body and water glistening over my naked skin. The mirror took in the entire of my frame as I stared intently at it, perusing through the features of my face.
I bit my lip and shrugged as thoughts of my little tease entertained my bored-to-death mind.
The silent knock on the door took me out of reverie as I finished brushing my hair. I was already dressed in a green knee-length flower dress that rhymed well with my fair skin color. I waltzed out of my room and wagged down the stairs like an Olympic athlete, well, with little extra pounds of flesh.
"Yes? Who's there?" I said loudly as I approached the door.
"It's me honey." the masculine voice rang from the other side of the door.
"What?" I muttered to myself.
It was unlike any of the men to be home by this time. It was just a couple of minutes after twelve o'clock, and he was home already? Was everything okay? A variety of thoughts flashed through my mind as I reached to open the door. I imagined it was Steve, but his voice sounded a bit different. It was probably Morris who thought I was Lucy. Maybe he had no idea that she had gone to attend their daughter's PTA. As I thought of the possibility that it might be Morris, my heart raced, and my legs shook. And Morris it was.
"Hey, you are home early," I said.
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were my wife. And yes, I decided to have some rest. There's this biting headache that was in my head, but I feel relieved already being home," he smiled.
