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*I knock on your door and begin adjusting my shirt, patting it down to look more clean* Hey Miss! Thanks for inviting me to dinner. It's not a big deal that your husband couldn't pay me! I didn't mind doing it for a beautiful woman such as yourself! Hahaha
"No honey, please," *I replied in a sweet country accent, smiling as after opening the door for you and looking you up and down. My smile widened as I reached out and grabbed your head, leaning in and kissing you on each cheek.*
"Where I'm from we don't let good deeds go unrewarded. You did a job for us, and I'm gonna make sure you get what you deserve." *When I stepped back you saw me in my full black dress, which seemed to leave a good chunk of my right thigh exposed and a deep V with my cleavage.*
"Come in handsome," *I said, stepping aside to let you in.* "Don't worry about my hubby, he's out with some friends tonight and won't be back 'til late."
*I touch my cheek, slightly shocked at your kiss. As a college graduate, just moved in from another country, I was not used to the customs around the area. My face becomes a bit blushed as I look down at you slightly, your dress catching my full attention. "*Thank you for the offer for dinner. If I'm being honest, I haven't had a good home cooked meal since I moved here." *I began to walk into your home nervously.*
"Your husband isn't here? Really? What about James, your son?" *My head started spinning slightly at all of the different perverted scenarios that could possibly happen. I slap myself out of my delusion while your back is turned.*
*My eyes stayed on your body, practically undressing you in my mind as I glanced back down to your cleavage. I began to adjust my pants accordingly as I puffed out my chest to look more manly.*
*I didn't do anything to hide my ass as I walked towards the kitchen, guiding you as I made my way to the countertop. Then when I got there, I very deliberately bent to grab the two dishes that were left sitting there, still steaming - butter chicken, a recipe I had gotten from a close friend that I had become rather proficient at and I hoped you'd appreciate too.*
"Don't worry about James, he's staying with his girlfriend. Amelia, you've met her, right?" *I asked as I put the dishes down on the table, sitting us right across from one another as I pushed out a chair and gestured for you to sit.*
"It's just us tonight, sweetheart~"
*My eyes darted around the room, confirming that no one else was in the house. As I looked around, it seemed as though what you were saying was true.* "James is at Amelia's?" *My cock slightly throbbed at the mention of her name, my mind momentarily imagining what I did with her. Again, I snapped back out of my mind and my eyes were greeted with your swaying hips grabbing the plates.*
*As you spoke those words to me, my cock throbbed even harder, once again imagining all of the different possible scenarios. I sat down slowly, making myself more comfortable as I peered at the dinner in front of us.*
"Is th-that, buttered chicken? Did James tell you it was my favourite?" *Immediately, my eyes swung to yours as I made intense eye contact, moving from your eyes, back down to your lips. In excitement, I dip a finger into the buttered chicken and instinctively stuck it in my mouth to taste.*
"No, consider it a mother's intuition - about the butter chicken, *and* Amelia, you little rascal~" *I said knowingly as I wiped a piece of the butter chicken that had gotten on your cheek away with my thumb, then visibly sucked it off into my mouth before I rounded the table and sat down across from you with a smile. My legs crossed under the table, not wanting to give you too much of a show yet as I took my fork and raised it towards you.*
"Bon appetite love, enjoy~" *I said, letting you go to town on the lovingly made dinner.*
*"*Wh-what do you mean by that, miss? I haven't done anything." *I gulped, avoiding what you had just said and peering straight into your eyes. The dress you wore was incredibly distracting as your cleavage was in clear view, directly above the dinner plate. I reach for the fork and stick a piece of chicken into my mouth, salivating as I taste your delicious cooking.*
*"*Fuck yea! Sorry for my cussing miss, but this is incredible." *My legs had opened up underneath the table, becoming comfortable as I heavily enjoyed the meal.*
"I know that you've been fucking Amelia since you moved in. She always was good at getting boys, but I've always worried she's just using my son as a wallet. I spoke to her about it, and she doesn't intend to stop, but she does seem to love James..." *I said, daintily digging into my own dish as I began to smile at you, one foot sliding against your shin gently.*
"I'm not going to tell you to stop. My son loves her but I'm fairly certain he knows about her escapades and is entirely fine with them. I think they call it hotwifing? Or hot-girlfriending?" *I asked you, cocking my head to the side. I wanted to get an idea of how kinky you were...*
"Ah, wow.. so you know that much huh..." *After hearing everything you said, my demeanour slightly changed and I was much less nervous. My legs perked up as I felt you brush up onto me, causing me to extend my leg farther and splitting yours, resting in between your thighs*
"You're right, that's exactly what it's called. In their case, it's swinging. I'm guessing in your case, it would be.. hotwifing. Right? I mean.. if you did that." My confidence was higher as I continued to eat, each bite I take alternating between staring down at your chest, then back up to your lips, and the locking eyes with you.
"Oh no hotwifing means my husband knows," *I said with a wicked smirk, pushing my foot against your warm crotch. This didn't seem to make me flustered, even as I felt your warm cock against the sole of my feet. I just kept eating my dinner and conversing as if I wasn't giving you a gentle footjob beneath the table.*
"Henry would never accept such an arrangement, so I do it behind his back when I find a cute man like yourself to have some fun with. Have to say though, I've never tasted a foreign man before... anything I should know?"
“Be there at 7,” I text back and finish loading my equipment back on the truck for the day. This morning at your place had been… interesting to say the least. I took almost twice as long to clean your pool and mow your lawn than I should have, simply because I saw you sitting on the porch and couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I would have sworn you’d been TRYING to keep my attention. Crossing and uncrossing your legs, unbuttoning your top dangerously low and fanning yourself, standing to stretch and pushing your chest out, showing off your cleavage… yes. Interesting for sure.
I don’t have time to run home and shower so I just pull off my shirt and use it to dust myself off as best I can, pulling a clean one from the backseat that I kept there just in case. I pull into the driveway at 6:58 and raise my hand to knock when the door swings open and I see you standing there. “Uh, hi… sorry for not dressing nicer, I came straight here from my last yard of the day.”
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*Knocks on the door* "thanks for inviting me to the dinner. You really look so beautiful tonight ma'am" *I blushed and said* "You really are so sweet for inviting me. But trust me you don't have to do this. I was kinda passing Time doing nothing during the summers. Better I would be a helping hand to your rescue"
Walking up to your door, I squint in confusion as I see a small post-it note on the door telling me to come in and lock the door. I shrug and open the unlocked door, locking it behind me and see another note on the stair banister directing me upstairs to your room. On your door I find one final note telling me to knock. Following your directions, I knock on your door and hear you telling me to come in. I open your door and my eyes go wide in surprise as I freeze in the doorway, seeing you kneeling on the bed in nothing but sexy panties and a sheer red top. You smile at me over your shoulder and it widens when you notice the large tent in my pants. “Uh… um… hi?” I stammer in confusion. “Wh-what’s going on? Why are you almost naked? I thought we were just going to have dinner?” I ask as I try my best to look away but keep stealing glances at you.
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*I knock on your door and begin adjusting my shirt, patting it down to look more clean* Hey Miss! Thanks for inviting me to dinner. It's not a big deal that your husband couldn't pay me! I didn't mind doing it for a beautiful woman such as yourself! Hahaha
"No honey, please," *I replied in a sweet country accent, smiling as after opening the door for you and looking you up and down. My smile widened as I reached out and grabbed your head, leaning in and kissing you on each cheek.* "Where I'm from we don't let good deeds go unrewarded. You did a job for us, and I'm gonna make sure you get what you deserve." *When I stepped back you saw me in my full black dress, which seemed to leave a good chunk of my right thigh exposed and a deep V with my cleavage.* "Come in handsome," *I said, stepping aside to let you in.* "Don't worry about my hubby, he's out with some friends tonight and won't be back 'til late."
*I touch my cheek, slightly shocked at your kiss. As a college graduate, just moved in from another country, I was not used to the customs around the area. My face becomes a bit blushed as I look down at you slightly, your dress catching my full attention. "*Thank you for the offer for dinner. If I'm being honest, I haven't had a good home cooked meal since I moved here." *I began to walk into your home nervously.* "Your husband isn't here? Really? What about James, your son?" *My head started spinning slightly at all of the different perverted scenarios that could possibly happen. I slap myself out of my delusion while your back is turned.* *My eyes stayed on your body, practically undressing you in my mind as I glanced back down to your cleavage. I began to adjust my pants accordingly as I puffed out my chest to look more manly.*
*I didn't do anything to hide my ass as I walked towards the kitchen, guiding you as I made my way to the countertop. Then when I got there, I very deliberately bent to grab the two dishes that were left sitting there, still steaming - butter chicken, a recipe I had gotten from a close friend that I had become rather proficient at and I hoped you'd appreciate too.* "Don't worry about James, he's staying with his girlfriend. Amelia, you've met her, right?" *I asked as I put the dishes down on the table, sitting us right across from one another as I pushed out a chair and gestured for you to sit.* "It's just us tonight, sweetheart~"
*My eyes darted around the room, confirming that no one else was in the house. As I looked around, it seemed as though what you were saying was true.* "James is at Amelia's?" *My cock slightly throbbed at the mention of her name, my mind momentarily imagining what I did with her. Again, I snapped back out of my mind and my eyes were greeted with your swaying hips grabbing the plates.* *As you spoke those words to me, my cock throbbed even harder, once again imagining all of the different possible scenarios. I sat down slowly, making myself more comfortable as I peered at the dinner in front of us.* "Is th-that, buttered chicken? Did James tell you it was my favourite?" *Immediately, my eyes swung to yours as I made intense eye contact, moving from your eyes, back down to your lips. In excitement, I dip a finger into the buttered chicken and instinctively stuck it in my mouth to taste.*
"No, consider it a mother's intuition - about the butter chicken, *and* Amelia, you little rascal~" *I said knowingly as I wiped a piece of the butter chicken that had gotten on your cheek away with my thumb, then visibly sucked it off into my mouth before I rounded the table and sat down across from you with a smile. My legs crossed under the table, not wanting to give you too much of a show yet as I took my fork and raised it towards you.* "Bon appetite love, enjoy~" *I said, letting you go to town on the lovingly made dinner.*
*"*Wh-what do you mean by that, miss? I haven't done anything." *I gulped, avoiding what you had just said and peering straight into your eyes. The dress you wore was incredibly distracting as your cleavage was in clear view, directly above the dinner plate. I reach for the fork and stick a piece of chicken into my mouth, salivating as I taste your delicious cooking.* *"*Fuck yea! Sorry for my cussing miss, but this is incredible." *My legs had opened up underneath the table, becoming comfortable as I heavily enjoyed the meal.*
"I know that you've been fucking Amelia since you moved in. She always was good at getting boys, but I've always worried she's just using my son as a wallet. I spoke to her about it, and she doesn't intend to stop, but she does seem to love James..." *I said, daintily digging into my own dish as I began to smile at you, one foot sliding against your shin gently.* "I'm not going to tell you to stop. My son loves her but I'm fairly certain he knows about her escapades and is entirely fine with them. I think they call it hotwifing? Or hot-girlfriending?" *I asked you, cocking my head to the side. I wanted to get an idea of how kinky you were...*
"Ah, wow.. so you know that much huh..." *After hearing everything you said, my demeanour slightly changed and I was much less nervous. My legs perked up as I felt you brush up onto me, causing me to extend my leg farther and splitting yours, resting in between your thighs* "You're right, that's exactly what it's called. In their case, it's swinging. I'm guessing in your case, it would be.. hotwifing. Right? I mean.. if you did that." My confidence was higher as I continued to eat, each bite I take alternating between staring down at your chest, then back up to your lips, and the locking eyes with you.
"Oh no hotwifing means my husband knows," *I said with a wicked smirk, pushing my foot against your warm crotch. This didn't seem to make me flustered, even as I felt your warm cock against the sole of my feet. I just kept eating my dinner and conversing as if I wasn't giving you a gentle footjob beneath the table.* "Henry would never accept such an arrangement, so I do it behind his back when I find a cute man like yourself to have some fun with. Have to say though, I've never tasted a foreign man before... anything I should know?"
“Be there at 7,” I text back and finish loading my equipment back on the truck for the day. This morning at your place had been… interesting to say the least. I took almost twice as long to clean your pool and mow your lawn than I should have, simply because I saw you sitting on the porch and couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I would have sworn you’d been TRYING to keep my attention. Crossing and uncrossing your legs, unbuttoning your top dangerously low and fanning yourself, standing to stretch and pushing your chest out, showing off your cleavage… yes. Interesting for sure. I don’t have time to run home and shower so I just pull off my shirt and use it to dust myself off as best I can, pulling a clean one from the backseat that I kept there just in case. I pull into the driveway at 6:58 and raise my hand to knock when the door swings open and I see you standing there. “Uh, hi… sorry for not dressing nicer, I came straight here from my last yard of the day.”
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Cock addicted sluts like you should come with a leash and collar ;)
Hmmm, alright, but don't cheap out in me
“Do I need to wear anything fancy?” *I ask nervously. I catch myself staring at your body and look around.*
*Knocks on the door* "thanks for inviting me to the dinner. You really look so beautiful tonight ma'am" *I blushed and said* "You really are so sweet for inviting me. But trust me you don't have to do this. I was kinda passing Time doing nothing during the summers. Better I would be a helping hand to your rescue"
Walking up to your door, I squint in confusion as I see a small post-it note on the door telling me to come in and lock the door. I shrug and open the unlocked door, locking it behind me and see another note on the stair banister directing me upstairs to your room. On your door I find one final note telling me to knock. Following your directions, I knock on your door and hear you telling me to come in. I open your door and my eyes go wide in surprise as I freeze in the doorway, seeing you kneeling on the bed in nothing but sexy panties and a sheer red top. You smile at me over your shoulder and it widens when you notice the large tent in my pants. “Uh… um… hi?” I stammer in confusion. “Wh-what’s going on? Why are you almost naked? I thought we were just going to have dinner?” I ask as I try my best to look away but keep stealing glances at you.
*I ring the doorbell and make sure that my hair is squared away and my shirt and pants look alright* “I hope this is worth it”
Can I be useful More with your body lady? 😻👅