"Andrew? I'm home."
"Shit!" Andrew pulled his cock out of Harriet's mouth and awkwardly stuffed it back in his pants. Harriet grabbed a hand towel and gave her face a quick pat. Andrew rushed out of the bedroom, silently grateful that the bedrooms were far from the front door.
"I was just working out in the bedroom, I'll be down in a second."
Harriet pulled her bra back down over her breasts, then her shirt. She gave herself a quick once-over in Bronwyn's vanity. Did she look like she was just sucking a cock? She smoothed her hair and walked quickly and very quietly out of Andrew and Bronwyn's bedroom and ducked into the upstairs bathroom. She waited a moment, then flushed and ran the tap. She could hear Andrew and his wife talking downstairs. She didn't think Bronwyn suspected anything was up, but she had been coming home at unpredictable times during the day when Andrew was "working" from home. So far she'd almost caught them fucking in the laundry room, had come home literal seconds after Andrew had jizzed all over Harriet's tits. She also interrupted a very intense analingus session; Andrew's phone luckily alerted him to the front door being opened. Harriet was moments from cumming hard with his tongue inside her. The excuses were running thin.
She washed her face with cold water (gagging on a big cock made her face flush), dried off, and came out. Bronwyn and Andrew were talking in the foyer. It didn't sound heated, it sounded hushed and perhaps that was worse. Harriet looked down from the upstairs and said a confident, "Oh hi Bronwyn," because sounding quiet and guilty would make her appear guilty. She would just be a boss bitch and act normal.
"Hi Harriet," Bronwyn smiled weakly.
"Everything ok? The photo shoot go ok today?" Harriet came down the stairs. She felt Andrew's hand brush her hip gently as she walked by.
"It was amazing, thank you." Bronwyn had done some paid-fucking-partnetship photos with some coffee replacement company. It was so stupid. So... yuppy mom. Very Bronwyn.
"The kids are down for their nap. They were so good today, Bronwyn, you've raised amazing kids." Harriet was deflecting, and she knew Bronwyn was... well, vapid, self-centered, and eager, so eager, for praise. Andrew had told her that when she sucked cock he had to praise her constantly, even if she was doing a bad job, because otherwise she would lose interest and stop. Well, that's not entirely true. He also told her if he called her names she loved that, perhaps even more. Stupid whore. Useless slut. Fuckbag. In stark contrast to being praised, Bronwyn loved being degraded. Harriet smiled secretly to herself when she thought about this. She would imagine the three of them in a threesome, Harriet calling her employer a dumb cunt, slapping her, making her beg for Andrew's cock. She fantasized about riding her face and making her eat her out. That made her feel powerful. She loved it.
"Oh good, I'm so glad." Bronwyn smiled, a practiced, social media smile. "Can you excuse us a moment?"
Harriet smiled and made herself scarce, retreating to the kitchen. She drank some tea she'd made earlier. She could still almost hear them talking. Then silence, and footsteps approaching.
It was Andrew. Harriet heard the front door open again.
Harriet smiled and sipped her tea. Andrew came and stood behind her. He gave her ass a good squeeze.
"I have an amazing idea," he kissed her ear, and reached around and squeezed her breast. She could tell how horny he still was.
"I'm going to give you a couple days off next week, I'm going to book a hotel room for you, for one night I'm going to come over and fuck. Your. Brains. Out."
"I'd like that," Harriet cooed. There was something extra dirty about a hotel hook-up. There was something extra dirty about fucking in a married man's bed, too, but a hotel made her feel... used. Debased. Like a slut. Fuck.
His hand lingered on her breast, giving it a playful squeeze.
"Good girl. I'll text you the info."
***
You going to do it?
You think I shouldn't?
I didn't say that. I definitely think you should. I love thinking about other guys fucking you, that other guys find you as sexy as I do. I love thinking about you making them cum, that they can't help themselves around you...
Stop. You're making me wet.
I want you to cum for me. Tell me about how you want to fuck Andrew.
Mmmm... ok.
Send pics ;)
***
Sure enough, Andrew sent her a message a few days later. She wouldn't be needed on the Tuesday and Wednesday as Bronwyn would be home for the kids. Andrew, the message said, would be out of town on business. Harriet smiled. That liar. A few hours later he texted again, informing her to check into the Homewood Suites. He would get the room sorted beforehand - giving them the credit card and whatnot, though leaving the key for her. Harriet felt her pussy get a little damp. Monday was going to be sweet torture.
***
Monday was nothing short of excruciating; Andrew made of a point of being home most of the day, drifting close while the kids were out of the room, skirting away when Bronwyn would come home unexpectedly. Though not wholly unexpectedly at this point, her sudden arrivals didn't seem as unplanned as they had before. Andrew's hands were all over Harriet as soon as she was out the door, though. He bent her over the kitchen island and lifted her long dress. She had taken off her panties earlier and hidden them in Andrew's office's desk drawer. He'd told her before he loved jerking off with her panties, so she'd left him a few pairs. Today's panties were a cheeky pair of sheer, teal-coloured panties. She'd been wearing them since yesterday, and masturbated in them a lot. She imagined him stroking his hard shaft with her panties wrapped snugly around his cock. Cumming on them.
Harriet snapped back to reality; Andrew was between her legs now, kissing her ass cheeks, his finger slowly rubbing her pussy, slipping delicately inside. He kissed closer and closer to her anus. Harriet spread her cheeks for him and he teased her asshole with his tongue.
Fuck!
His tongue darted in and out, spiraling around, slipping inside. She knew he wasn't going to let her cum. She was going to weak-kneed and trembling the rest of the day.
***
Tuesday couldn't come fast enough. Showered and packed her bag. Check-in wasn't until 3 - and she'd need time for Andrew to get there and get out. Ugh, it was so much time.
What do you think of this outfit?
It's cute! I'd fuck you in it for sure! Actually, I think I have fucked you in it..
You have. Well, we started in this outfit, and then it came off. Mostly.
It's a good one.
What if I just strip down to lingerie and am waiting for him like that? Just get straight to the point.
