It was just another afternoon on Wisteria Lane as Bree pulled into her driveway. The neighborhood was permeated with the rumpus of kids playing in front yards while neighbors walked their dogs and chitchatted. Grabbing her purse she stepped out of the car and popped the trunk open. Bree van de Kamp was a sight to admire. Though a widow in her early-forties with two teenaged kids, she still maintained a slim figure. Her silky red hair was a stark comparison to her pale white skin, yet complemented her piercing green eyes just perfectly. Her prim appearance emanated elegance.
"Hi Bree!"
Bree grabbed the last bag of groceries out of the trunk and turned around to see Gabrielle jogging by.
"Good afternoon Gabby," Bree replied.
"Need some help?" Gabrielle asked pointing at the bags in Bree's arms.
"Oh, I'm quite alright, but thanks for offering dear," Bree responded. "What are you doing later on this evening?"
"No plans."
"Then we ought to get together for some tea," Bree suggested.
"OK, I'll give you a call after dinner," Gabby answered turning around to resume her jog.
The house seemed quiet as Bree walked into the kitchen and laid the bags on the counter.
"The kids must still be out," she thought. "They better be home before dinner, it's already past six o'clock" she murmured looking up at the clock on the kitchen wall.
Bree had always enjoyed cooking large dinners for her family. She remembered the days when Rex would come home from work and she'd have dinner ready for them to eat together with the kids as a family. Oh how she missed those days. Oh how she missed Rex. No matter how hard she worked to keep herself together, widowed life was exerting its toll on her.
After putting away the groceries she headed upstairs to get changed. As she walked to her room she though she heard what seemed like voices down the hallway.
"Danielle? Andrew? Are you kids home?" she called out. The noises, which seemed like cries, were coming from Danielle's room.
"Danielle," a worried Bree called out walking towards her daughter's bedroom. "Danielle is everything alright dear?" she asked opening the door.
"What in the world...?" Bree stuttered in shock.
Gabrielle Solis enjoyed her afternoon jogs around Wisteria Lane. She loved the feeling of the wind breezing through her hair and the sound of her sneakers hitting the pavement. The thing Gabrielle loved the most about her afternoon jogs though was the attention she got from all the men in the neighborhood. Her tight outfit accentuated her slim figure, and her perky tits and taut ass were a sight to marvel at. Yes, Gabrielle Solis was the object of attraction of most of the men on Wisteria Lane.
She loved the way the men would drop whatever they were doing in the yard to stare at her while she jogged by. She could feel their lust-filled eyes mentally undressing her, and for some reason this turned her on. Even the married ones would subtly sneak a peek at the hot latin housewife jogging by while they played with their kids or helped their wives out with the yard.
As Gabrielle jogged by the Scavo household she noticed Lynette's boys playing in the front-yard. The boys were notorious for wreaking havoc around the neighborhood, and today was no exception. They had rolled the garden hose out and were running around the yard hosing each other down.
"Boys put that hose down!" Gabrielle yelled trying to get their attention. "Little critters," she thought to herself, as the boys ignored her and continued their mischievous play. Instead of listening to her, they turned the hose on her trying to get her wet.
"I'm going to tell your mother!" she yelled.
Since the boys were standing in front of the house, Gabrielle made her way to the side of the house towards the kitchen door in the back.
"Lynette! Your boys are up to no good again!" she called out while walking towards the back of the house.
There was no response. She looked back up front and saw Lynette's car parked in the driveway.
"She's home," she said to herself. "Maybe they're upstairs?"
"Lynette!" she yelled walking up to the kitchen window. As she looked inside her mouth flew open.
"Tom, the kids are right outside!" Lynette said, pushing him away from her.
"Common honey, the baby's asleep upstairs; the boys are out playing in the yard..." Tom pleaded.
"I know, but you know how the boys are. They can storm in at any moment."
"Not really. I locked the front door," Tom smiled wickedly.
"You locked the front door!? You locked the kids outside?" Lynette asked attempting to put on a stern face.
"That's right. Now you're all mine," Tom grinned walking over to her again.
"You're an evil father who locks his kids outside the house!"
"No. I'm a horny husband who hasn't gotten laid in a week," Tom growled, grabbing Lynette by the hips and lifting her up onto the kitchen counter.
"Oh gawd Tom! I need you so bad," Lynette moaned as they embraced each other and locked lips.
"Ok. Ok. We've got to make this quick before the kids come knocking at the door and the whole neighborhood finds out that we lock our kids outside the house," Lynette instructed.
