Mikes Wife Finds Another Ch 01

The early morning sun cast long, lazy shadows across the perfectly manicured lawn of Karen's suburban home. Inside, the air hummed with the quiet efficiency of a well-ordered life. The scent of lemon polish lingered from her morning cleaning spree, and the gentle melody of classical music drifted from the living room. Karen, at 35, was the picture of domestic tranquility, a role she'd cultivated with meticulous care to hide her torrid affair with Alex, her manager at work (search Housewife Discovers Her True Desire).

Her husband, Mike, was a successful engineer, often working late, weekends and traveling, which left Karen with the sole responsibility of the house and their two children plus a flourishing career since she returned to work after raising the kids. It had been a demanding few years, and the decision to hire a live-in nanny had been a welcome respite.

The interview process turned out to be less troubling than Karen and her husband though it would be. Of the eight candidates they interviewed, Sarah was the clear choice. The other seven showed up dressed like they coming to mow the lawn. Sarah was the only serious woman, polished and professional in her knee length hound's-tooth skirt, crisp white blouse, nude pantyhose and smart 2" heels. Once Karen and Mike decided to introduce Sarah to the children, Sarah got down on her knees on the carpet, putting herself at their level and the children immediately responded to her like she was their big sister. Her cool demeanor and how she interacted with the children clinched it for her.

When Karen looked over at Mike, he was looking intently at Sarah's nylon covered soles, popped completely out of her heels as she crouched down. Sarah then reached back and slipped her heels off so that she could sit Indian style to talk to the kids. Karen could plainly see Mike's daze going back and forth between Sarah's feet and her discarded heels. This didn't surprise Karen as she knew Mike has a thing for heels and hose. If she was being honest with herself, Karen felt a bit of a stirring herself, seeing this gorgeous girl getting comfortable and fitting in with her family within moments. She wouldn't describe her feelings as sexual as much as love for Sarah, like how she felt towards a sister.

Sarah, a 24-year-old college student studying literature, seemed like she was a good fit right away. Karen had reservations because Sarah was the textbook definition of cute with her brown hair and stunning figure and how she saw her husband staring at her during the interview. Sarah was roughly the same height and weight as Karen and their hair colors were very similar. From a distance, she could almost be mistaken for a younger version of Karen. Would having this young girl living in the house prove to be too much temptation for her husband? Nonetheless, she was intelligent, energetic, and wonderful with the children. Karen found herself feeling a touch of envy for the easy confidence that seemed to radiate from Sarah, a confidence that felt distant from the carefully maintained life Karen found herself in.

Several months later, Sarah was doing an amazing job and the kids loved her.

She kept the house tidy and clean and was completely professional in her approach to the actual work. Karen's suspicions that Sarah would be a temptation for Mike seemed to be unfounded. Today, however, a strange restlessness settled within Karen. Normally, with a free day, she would have slipped over to Alex's place for a forbidden love making session but Alex was away visiting her parents. Karen felt empty and unusually bored. The house felt too quiet, too perfectly organized. Mike was away on business, the children were at a play date, and Sarah was in her room, catching up on schoolwork. Karen wandered through the house in an oversized t-shirt and her comfortable work flats, tidying things she had already tidied, a vague sense of unease nudging at her.

Karen slipped her warm, bare feet out of her flats at the bottom of the stairs and quietly made her way up to the second floor, not wanting to unnecessarily disturb Sarah's studies. She couldn't understand, in her own mind, why she was now sneaking around in her own house but a small voice inside had prompted it, like she wanted to see something forbidden. Subconsciously, she wanted to take a secret look into Sarah's private time.

She found herself drawn to the spare room Sarah occupied, a small, sun-drenched space on the second floor. Normally, Karen would never consider intruding on Sarah's privacy, but today, the ordinary rules of decorum seemed to loosen. The door to Sarah's room was slightly ajar, a sliver of light peeking through the crack. Karen told herself that she just wanted to hang out with Sarah, perhaps even offer her a mid morning Bloody Mary.

She pushed the door open a little further, and then froze. The scene within was not what she had expected at all. Sarah was not at her desk, hunched over textbooks. She was on her bed, her body arched, a slightly muted vibrator humming between her clenched thighs. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, a low moan escaping her lips.

Karen's blood ran cold. Her mind struggled to process what she was seeing. It felt both shocking and strangely compelling. It was like stumbling upon a secret world, hidden beneath the veneer of Sarah's composed demeanor. This was both the last thing she thought she'd see but secretly what she hoped she would. As Karen stood frozen at the door, Sarah's legs relaxed and spread open, Karen's saw an enormous, veined dildo buried deep in Sarah's pussy. The dildo was so big Sarah's pussy lips were stretched impossibly around its girth and her clit was completely exposed to the ministration of the vibrator. An electric shock went through Karen. She could feel her cheeks warming and her palms growing sweaty. An unwanted dampness began to develop in her cotton panties.

Karen retreated, pulling the door shut with a soft click. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against her ribs. She leaned against the hallway wall, trying to regulate her breathing. The image of Sarah, lost in her own private pleasure, was burned into her mind.