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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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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“Who’s knocking now!” A loud rapping at the door has me running down the stairs, pigtails and unbuttoned white shirt flapping. Another loud knock and I shout,

“Hang on, I’m coming!” Striding across the living room I button up my shirt the best I can, pressing my breasts down and doing up an extra button, but I am still aware of a large amount of tit-flesh flowing over the top. My school girl’s outfit is not something I would choose to open the door in, but needs must I suppose. If this is my husband home early, teasing me, I’ll throttle him!

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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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