The Game – Part 2


Today was the day. Today, she would knock on his door. Today would be the day that she’d invite him over, and not wait for him to ask her again. She was determined. She woke up excited, having dreamed about how it would feel with him inside her. Holding her, and fucking her. She opened her eyes to look at the clock, before she rolled out of bed. It was six-thirty am; time to get up, and get the older kids ready for school. In a few hours, she would have the house to herself again. She had to get everyone off to their various daily activities first though, and this meant ushering kids to the buses, and driving her husband to work. Then she’d come home, and get ready for her day; her big day. She was almost shaking she was so excited to finally get it started. She woke the kids, got them breakfast, and sent them off to the bus. She had about forty minutes to relax, and then go through it again with the younger kids. She used that time to check emails, get dishes in the washer, and tidy the main rooms of the house. The chores she would Escort Bahçelievler normally wait to do until the house was quiet, and she was by herself. As the younger kids got off to school, she glanced at the clock again, almost eight-fifteen; time to wake her husband. They had been up late last night, and she’d let him sleep, probably longer than she should have. He would need to be at work by eight-forty-five, to ensure he was on time; the roads were crap again. It had been warmer yesterday, then it dipped below freezing again last night and snowed. Between the slush freezing, and the new snow, it was going to be rough driving. She woke him with a kiss, and lay down beside him, snuggling in to press her breasts against his back. He sighed happily, and tossed his arm back behind him in an awkward hug. Her hand traveled under the covers to find his cock. She massaged it gently, hoping to wake it up, as she woke him. She thought about doing this with her neighbor, and it turned her on Bahçeşehir escort something fierce. She kissed her husbands’ neck, and whispered in his ear, “Want to…?” He grinned, and squeezed her ass. He pressed himself against her tighter for a second, and then he rolled away from her. He had a smile on his face, but she knew the answer was no. It was almost always no. She had gotten used to it, after seven years of marriage. But still, it felt like a rejection, and it stung. She used to tell him it made her feel that way, but then she noticed that after his apology, he never really changed. So she stopped telling him how she felt disappointed; like he was rejecting her when he acted this way. She bit her lower lip, and instead of thinking about how she felt in that moment, she thought of how she’d feel later on today. Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled up at her husband as he dressed for the day. She got up and straightened her clothes. A part of her felt that he’d just sealed the package, Bakırköy escort bayan so to speak. If he wouldn’t touch her and kiss her like she needed, she should be able to find someone else who would, right? She left the room and got her coat and gloves from the hallway closet. She had to get the car dusted off, and warmed for the drive. He wouldn’t have time to do that, and get ready for work. Not even if that was something he would have done, which, it wasn’t. He met her outside, as she was finishing up. As she drove him to work, she was careful and mindful of the traffic and roads. But in the back of her mind, her thoughts were driving her mad with anticipation for the rest of her day. She had things planned out, and her pussy grew wet, just thinking about it. She would knock on his door about half an hour after she got back from dropping her husband off. She’d ask him to come upstairs and visit, in her apartment. Once they were upstairs, she would kiss him, and then clothes would be shed, and they’d fuck on the couch. She could almost feel his cock inside her, even now, as she drove her husband to work. She knew that it would feel great; the touch of his hands as he groped her breasts and ass. He would show her something that she hadn’t experienced since before her wedding night; enthusiasm. Her body tingled as a thrill swept through her.

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