Tuesday night found Francine reflecting about her husband Stan leaving the country in the morning for his "business trip" to Afghanistan.
'Damn it! I'm going to be flying solo for a few weeks. I have been soooo horny lately. I guess tonight is my last chance to have Stan fuck me real good and hard before being left to my own devices. Thank God we have the house to ourselves, with the kids out with their friends for the evening. Stan should be home from the office in about an hour.' she thought as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom.
Stan had neglected to replace the burned out bulbs in the upstairs hallway light as she had reminded him, so Francine was once more forced to feel her way to her bedroom door.
"That man is useless for fixing anything around the house." She muttered as she opened the door, flicked her room light on and crossed to the walk-in closet and pulled open the doors.
She decided to take a shower, slip into some sexy lingerie and surprise Stan when he got home. Walking to the back corner of the closet she took down a favorite sexy robe, a thin see through number that concealed nothing.
Francine grabbed a pair of sexy heels as she made her way to her lingerie drawer, where she pulled out a black garter belt and matching stockings. "He'll fuck me silly when he comes home and sees me wearing this." She mused as she made her way to her bedside table, no longer mad at her husband for not changing the light bulbs.
Francine reached in and felt around before pulling out a joint she had rolled a few days earlier. She smoked the joint down, chasing after it and cooling her throat with several hard pulls from a chilled bottle of Mikes Hard Lemonade she had brought up from the kitchen.
As she made her way across the room, a naughty thought came to her, bringing a mischievous smile to her beautiful face. Without thinking twice, she strolled to the two windows of her bedroom, pulled the blinds up and opened the windows without closing the blinds. The gauzy curtains floated in the breeze.
'Who knows,' she smiled, 'maybe some lucky boy across the street or driving by gets a hot show tonight.'
Stripping out of her clothes in the bathroom as she finished her drink, Francine paused in front of the full length mirror. Bombed from the effects of the weed and booze, she admired her image, wearing just a red bra and matching panties.
"You still got it baby!" she told her reflection with a silly grin. Turning around and looking over her shoulder at her ass, she remarked "You're looking pretty good Francine Smith for a thirty-eight year old mother of two teens!"
Turning on the shower, and adjusting the temperature to her liking, she stepped inside and stood for a long moment, just letting the jets of water caress her back before grabbing the soap and getting to work. When she was finished, she stepped out, snatched a towel and dried her body.
She then dried and styled her hair and put on the black garter belt, stockings and four inch tall heels before slipping her transparent white robe over her shoulders, letting it cascade down over her stunning tits.
Strolling back into her bedroom, Francine made a concious effort to pass her opened windows, her breasts jigglling with each step. Her dark, silver dollar-sized areolas were pronouncedly visible beneath the thin, transparent material of the sexy white robe as she looked out into the dark night.
Francine strolled to her mirror once more, admiring the effect that her barely concealed nakedness produced. Stan had bought the robe for her for Valentines a few years ago, but she had never worn it. She had always thought in the past that it made her look slutty. Tonight she wanted to wear the robe precisely for that reason.
As she leisurely puffed the last tokes of another joint to freshen her buzz, Francine heard the unmistakable sound of a powerful stride coming up the stairs towards her bedroom.
"Oh Shit! Stan's home already! I'm not ready; I haven't thought of how I'm going to surprise him yet!" she panicked as she quickly put out her joint, sprayed the room with Febreze and looked to the bedroom door.
"Shit! And I wanted this surprise to be sooo awesome." Without further thought she rushed to the bedroom door, smiled a seductive smile and turned the knob.
On the other side of the neighborhood visiting a friend, Francine Smith's son Steve had not felt well all afternoon and wanted to just go home and go to bed. He was running a bit of a fever, and being somewhat of a hypochondriac, he was totally preoccupied in his thoughts and concerns as he walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the family home.
Letting himself into the house, Steve closed the door behind him and tried to turn on the upstairs hallway light before walking up the dark stairs towards his bedroom. Like most teenagers he had no concept of how to walk quietly. Even in his fevered state he made enough noise in the dark staircase to raise the dead. As he stomped up the stairs, he gave no thought to the fact that he might disturb his parents.
As he woozily made his way down the pitch-black hallway, feeling his way to his room, he was suddenly blinded by light when the door to his parent's room unexpectedly swung open. He squinted, his eyes tightly closing from the brightness of the light as a sexy female voice called out.
