I was in a rush. I was always in a rush back then. I leapt onto the train just before the doors whooshed shut. The whole carriage was full. I stood by the door, placed my briefcase between my pinstriped bedecked legs and grabbed hold of the rail beside me. As I slowly began to regain my breath and my composure I looked up and saw her.
She was stood directly across from me, her head tipped back and her eyes closed, her dark wet lips wrapped tightly and erotically around the small bump of the sports cap. One hand grasped tightly around a pole, her thumb idly stroking up and down, sending a shiver down my spine and into the pit of my stomach.
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The sound of the running water soothes my poor battered mind and soul, as slowly I remove the layers of dirtied and torn clothing that cover my body. The sweet, sharp relaxing scent of lavender hits my nostrils as I watch my husband pour in a large measure of my favourite bubble bath, swirling it into the water, making it foam profusely.
“Your bath’s ready now sweetheart.” my husband calls over his shoulder, “I’ve added some bubbles for you.” His voice is soft and soothing, as warm as the steam rising from the bath and as reassuring as the smell of lavender steam and bubbles.
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We were lying snugly in bed, lazily stroking fingers over body parts in an easy invitation to lovemaking when my husband said to me
“I love the feel of this new satin top as I slide my hands over your body.”
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Some days I don’t know who wakes up first, him or me, by him I mean Little Ted. Some mornings he lies in and I don’t see sight nor sound of him till late on in the day, but some mornings I wake up and he’s already bolt upright and ready and raring to go. This morning is one of those mornings.
I stumble into my boxers and walk downstairs and into the kitchen, I start to brew a pot of tea and put some bread under the grill, if I act and behave like its just another day maybe little Ted will go back to sleep. As I sit awkwardly eating my toast I realise he’s not going to going to, no, not for love nor money. He is here to stay today!
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Earlier in the day I washed my hair, and now it has dried in long easy curls, it needs brushing. I sit on the sofa and flick my hair to the side, gently I pull the thick black handled brush through my dark brown red highlighted curls, then flick my head to the other side and repeat.
“You’re hair is so long.” My husband looks up from behind his silver laptop and smiles at me. “You could easily put it in pigtails for me now.”
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Have you ever tried doing housework in a sexy uniform? I had been instructed to wear my school uniform all day today, so as I’m pushing the vacuum round the living room, my breasts are pressed together and dripping over the edge of my plain white blouse. The grey pleated skirt swirls just above my knee, and I am very much aware of the constriction of the cotton knickers around my crotch.
With every movement my mind is dragged into the realm of the sexual. I am awaiting a parcel and although I am not sure what it will contain, I do know it’s been ordered with my sexual pleasure in mind, not just the contents of the parcel, but who will bear it as well. I also know that my husband is waiting for me to call. I have him on speed dial and as I hear the knock on the door, I will ring him and he will then find his way home to join in the fun.
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“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?
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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.”
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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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