“Hey love! Did your parcel arrive?” My husband breezes through the door and walks towards me, bending over to lay a kiss on my cheek.

“Yes.” I whisper, head hanging low, disgusted by what I had done but unsure of how to confess it. How do you tell your husband that you just fucked a stranger?

“What’s the matter? You’ve not even opened the parcel. Vicky, What’s happened?”

My husband sinks into the soft sofa beside me, and wraps his arm around my shoulder, squeezing me gently. I glance up into his compassionate blue eyes and I break out a loud and un-lady like sob. The tears flow and he pulls me close, burying my face in the crook of his neck, holding me and stroking my back. I cling to him, unsure whether this may be the last time I feel his arms around me.

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“Good morning, my love.” I feel my husbands hand roving down my back and over my buttocks.

“Mmm, morning.” I stretch out and his hand squeezes my bottom, a finger slipping between the cheeks. I gasp and his finger slips up and down, teasing me, urging me to lift up from the bed. “Someone’s horny this morning.”

“Yes, you must have been having a fun dream, darlin’, you’re sopping wet.” his fingers slip inside me, just a little way and I buck my hips, wanting him to drive further. “Slut.” He hisses and moves his juice-covered fingers higher and plays with my tighter hole, rubbing around then sliding the very tip of a finger inside my arse. I pant and moan, excited by this play, wanting more, so much more, than the tease I’m being offered.

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I know I shouldn’t be here right now, fingers buried between my sweet pussy folds, my eyes trained upon the video playing across my computer screen. I know I should be cleaning and tidying and not masturbating, but when I get that tingling feeling in my pussy I can’t concentrate on anything else until it is appeased. My husband would not be happy, I’m supposed to be saving myself for him, building up the desire and waiting for him to fulfil my need.

I’ve managed it for two days so far, but I was more than a little bit pissed off last night when he came home from a late meeting and went straight to bed! So today I have changed into my schoolgirl uniform, ready for my husband’s home coming so he’ll not be able to resist giving me some relief!

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Halloween doesn’t bother me, I don’t usually dress up, I never tricked or treated as a kid (it just isn’t a big thing in England) and I don’t do Halloween parties now. However tonight I am dressed up, and my body feels like there is a party going on.

I feel like my school uniform is my second skin these days, my husband frequently requests that I wear it, and I eagerly acquiesce. Tonight, is another of those nights. As soon as Kev came in from work he asked me to go upstairs and bring down my uniform, now I am standing before him, my every day clothes in a pile at my feet, my body completely unveiled for him to see.

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The click of the kettle rouses me from my day-dream, pulling me back from the fantasy fucking of my life. I sigh and continue the mundanity of creating a casserole for dinner and let my mind wander again. I feel his hands on me, exciting me, spanking me and I squeeze my thighs together as the tingling memories flow through my body. I slam the casserole in the oven and dash into the living room and on up the stairs to my bedroom.

It took mere moments to find my crisp white blouse and my grey pleated uniform skirt and slip them onto my curvy body. I take time smoothing the white cotton socks up my legs, making sure they are straight and reach to my knees. Brushing my hair takes a long time, taming my wild russet curls is a task and a half. One pigtail and then the other come together, a few tweaks and two twirling waterfalls of hair frame my heart shaped face. Something is missing though?

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