****This is an open relationship, I don't need to hear about how she is a cheating slut. It is not cheating if the spouse approves. Enjoy!****
When our offer on a house fell through at the last minute, we were faced with moving to temporary digs until something else could be found, as we'd already given notice to our current landlords, and they'd found replacement tenants. Moving is difficult enough, without having to be rushed to find the perfect rental!
Luckily, I found a nice townhouse, albeit without all of the amenities we were looking for. There was no yard to upkeep, a plus for my busy husband and no fireplace for cozy winter nights for me. It was small, but attractive. When I viewed it, it was not in perfect condition, as the previous tenants had just moved out. Upon being promised a cleaning crew and touch up paint, we went home and began packing our belongings- most of which would go to storage until we found a house to buy.
Move in day was a big letdown, as no cleaning crew, and no touch up painting appeared to have happened. When the real estate lady's husband stopped by for the rent and deposits, I expressed my displeasure and was basically told to deal with it- I was ass out.
I gave him the rent money, and he said he would be back later to get the rest (deposit) after my husband got paid. It wasn't until four days later that he showed up, without a call to announce himself or anything.
That morning, as I kissed my husband goodbye, I was really horny. My long curly brown hair, and large, brown doe-eyes pleading with desire. I went as far as to rub my aching breasts on the front of his chest in my attempt to tempt him into a morning quickie, but he just kissed my nose, and turned for the door.
"I'm already late sweetie. Who knows baby- maybe you'll get some with some lucky bastard later! If you do, I want to hear all about it when I get home!" With that, he was gone.
I know he lusts after my five foot two frame as much as I lust after his six foot one body, but sometimes sex just isn't in the cards.
My husband and I have a fairly open marriage, with both of us seeking a little bit of fun on the side- and as couples. He loves to hear about the escapades I get into with Joe and other men while he is at work, and I love to hear about the groupies he fucks while on the road. The sex we have afterward is more than any wife could ask for!
That didn't help matters for my tingly pussy though, and I resigned myself to a little fun in the shower later.
****
I was just stepping out of the shower when I heard the doorbell ringing. Hurriedly, I grabbed the first thing I could find, my husbands short robe. I threw it on, tying the sash tightly, and rushed down the stairs as the doorbell pealed once again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I called out breathlessly as I reached the bottom step. Boxes still lined the walls in the hallway, hindering my progress. Tripping over a toy laser gun, I cursed my son softly as I kicked it out of the way.
Finally reaching the door, I pulled it open, apologizing for the delay in answering. "Sorry, I just got out of the shower." I said breathlessly. "Come on in- I'll get the deposit for you."
He was an asshole- but damn, he was a HOT asshole! He wore the classic construction workers garb, flannel long-sleeved shirt and tight jeans, with construction boots. I'd always had an attraction to construction workers, and felt my pussy dampen as he came into the house. He followed me inside, and I gestured towards the brown micro-fiber sofa for him to make himself comfortable, as I wandered into the kitchen to my purse which was sitting on the floor. Bending over, I rummaged through it, counting out bills until I'd reached $500.
I could feel his eyes on me, staring. That was when I realized that in my husbands' short robe; I was literally flashing my ass at him.
"Would you like some coffee?" I called out- hoping my voice was steadier than my heartbeat. For some reason, the idea of him seeing my ass, and most likely my puffy pussy lips was erotic.
"Sure!" he called out, "It's been a busy morning, and I haven't had any yet." He got up, and joined me in the kitchen.
I glanced at him, and then reached up into the cupboard for a clean mug. "Not much space in here for storage, but I needed to downsize my kitchen gadgets anyway."